Message-ID: <3978eli$9709102128@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: cmndr@nym.alias.AGIS-SUCKS.net (Commander Jameson) Subject: {ASS} "Cousin's Delight" by Eric Shon (teen, cons, good) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <3421296f.32117075@207.14.113.2XCJ> Reposter's note: This is a story by Eric Shon, originally posted to alt.sex.incest Please send comments to -- CJ Subject: REPOST: COUSIN'S DELIGHT PT 1 From: ericshon@aol.com (Eric Shon) Date: 1997/08/18 Newsgroups: alt.sex.incest I finally finished part 5! Reposting the whole thing (pts. 1-5). Let me know what you think.... This is a work of fiction. It's dirty. If you shouldn't be reading this type of story, or you already know you'll be offended...or if you even THINK you MIGHT be offended, sign off and go watch TV. Cousin's Delight By Eric Shon Part 1 It was a typical midwestern August day...sunny and hot. I had just turned 15 two weeks before, and thought at the time that I had grown out of the annual family trip to Lake Wetauga. It had seemed for the last two years that I had grown out of everything. My parents annoyed me, my younger sister, 12 at the time, couldn't breathe without making me want to drive a nail through my head, and it seemed all my baby brother, 7, could do was whine and cry. I had fought to stay home this weekend, but my father, tired of hearing my mother trying to cajole me into wanting to go, finally said, "You're going whether you want to or not...and you'll like it!" Yeah, right. Every year the trip was the same thing. Rain or shine we packed up Dad's Suburban, headed out around 7:00 in the morning, drove for what seemed like a thousand miles to Sonoma Beach (I always thought it sounded like an old Italian guy swearing!) on Lake Wetauga. Of course, the next year, when my father convinced me to make the trip by letting me get behind the wheel, my first adventure with my new driver's license, the drive turned out to be only about two hours. Too short! Anyway, we always signed out one of the picnic pavilions that stood about 50 yards from the water, and met my Dad's two sisters and their families, and we'd sit around and talk, grill dogs and burgers, splash and play in the water, play volleyball, roast marshmallows, and then say our goodbyes until Christmas, and then we'd all head home. By the ripe old age of 15, I had grown tired of the ritual, and since I had been forced to come out, I adopted the attitude that day that I would make my parents sorry they made me come. We arrived, and my Dad made sure I carried something to the pavilion. I set the cooler down without saying a word, but my Aunt Linda said, "Hi, J! Happy belated birthday!" She sized up my tank-top and baggy trunks clad body and said, "Gosh! You've grown so MUCH since last year! And look at those MUSCLES!" I had gone out for freshman wrestling that previous year. I got my ass kicked every match, but the coach kept pushing me to practice hard. So, by the Summer I was pretty toned up, but really gangly. Whenever I look at pictures of me from that time, I just look like all arms and legs, with little patches of virgin hair popping out all over. So, even though she made a comment about my muscles, I still felt she was kind of making fun of me. And that just helped my attitude along... Then she said, "Carol and Tina are already in the water. Go say Hi." Since my Dad was approaching, and no doubt going to tell me I carried the cooler the wrong way, I made for the beach. As I walked slowly, Bethy and Tyler, my sister and brother, raced past me and into the water as far as they could go before it was too deep for them to run, and they both tripped headlong into the lake. They both resurfaced, sputtering and laughing, and Carol and Tina swam toward them. In the water I couldn't tell my two cousins apart. They both had brown hair, and both were in the water up to their necks. Carol was 14, Christina 12, the same age as Bethy. I kicked off my shoes and curled my toes in the wet sand. They called to me. "Come on out, J." My name is John...another stupid thing my parents did, giving me a name owned by 44% of the men in this country. So I shucked it in the 7th grade and made all my friends call me J. So by the age of 15, and even still today, the only people who call me John are my parents and my brother and sister. I said, "Nah, that's OK. I don't feel like swimming." Truth is, at the time our families got together so infrequently that the gatherings were very awkward for me. These people were family, but I felt like I was meeting them for the first time every time. I didn't feel like getting re-re- acquainted again. Then Carol said, "We're gonna come get you!!" I just shook my head. Then I could see her talking to Bethy and Tyler, and then all four of them fanned out and moved toward me. I just rolled my eyes and dared them to try. I sat on the log that lay there, and waited for them to come after me. My siblings fanned out farthest away from me, then next closest was Tina, and closest was Carol. Two years earlier, as the day ended, Carol tried to kiss me. Well, she DID kiss me. It was supposed to be a goodbye kiss, but she smashed her lips against mine and nearly broke my nose, and held on for about 10 seconds. She was 12, I was 13, and the family all thought it was a hoot. I was embarrassed to hell, but I was keenly aware that my cousin had a crush on me. The next year I didn't let her get near me. And now she was approaching again. Of course, now I was equipped with some slippery wrestling moves, so if she tried to grab me, I would be very elusive! So I stood there, trying to look cool and tough, grown-up and indifferent. When Carol got to the sand bar and stepped up out of the deeper water, my eyes almost fell out of my head! She was wearing a red bikini that, wet, clung very tightly to her young body and left nothing to the imagination! To this day I don't see how it is physically possible for a flat-chested, no-hip girl of 13 to develop into the full-chested, shapely bikini model she had become at 14! There was bounce and jiggle in her breasts that a 24 year- old would envy! As she approached, I could see her nipples hardening as the cool air hit the bikini fabric, and as the soaked fabric of her bikini bottoms clung tight, I could make out the intricate pattern of hairs on her pussy. I was mezmerized by the hard points of her nipples bouncing and jiggling against the wet bra, and I didn't notice she had gotten within reach until she said, "Hey, Stupid!" and grabbed my arm. Conditioned in wrestling for just such a move, I instinctively countered her move by diverting her arm around in front of her, turning her back to me, and engaging her in a half nelson. I did all this without really thinking about it, and suddenly, with a surprised "HEY" escaping her lips as she was twirled around, her back was against my chest, I was looking down the front of her body and onto those amazing tits, and her butt was mashed up against my crotch. She had to have noticed my cock against her ass cheeks. I have the kind of hard-on that sticks out rather than up, and it had reached full hardness within about four seconds! When her ass bumped into me, I felt it poke her for a brief moment, and then bend upward, flattening against my lower belly. Completely at a disadvantage, she playfully said, "Gotcha now!" and squirmed to get free, which resulted in her ass grinding exquisitely against my cock! I was afraid she was going to notice it, and that she would freak out about it, so I turned her loose and sprinted for the water, stripping off my tank top along the way. She and Tina chased after me, but Tyler and Bethy went back to the pavilion for snacks or something. Aunt Linda had a pool at her home, so the girls had always been very good swimmers. I, on the other hand, was a wrestler...and not really very good at that. So both Tina and Carol caught up to me very quickly, trying to splash me and dunk me. Tina stayed beyond my reach, preferring only to splash me with as much water as possible, but Carol kept coming in and climbing onto my shoulders, trying to force my head under water, but each time I countered her, and she wound up going under. One time I flipped her over my head and caught her in my arms, cradling her just on top of the water. One hand was under her legs, but the other was just under her armpit, my fingers resting on the side of her breast. It was amazing to look down at her in my arms, knowing my fingers were RIGHT THERE! Suddenly she wrapped her arms around my neck and flexed her stomach muscles up like a gymnast, and pulled my head down in another attempt to dunk me. My face hit high on her belly, with my cheek and ear pressed tightly against a breast. My hard-on raged the entire time we wrestled in the water, so when I countered her latest move, by pulling my hand out from under her back and forcing her head into the water, she released my neck. Her body was pressed against mine as she slid down the entire length of my body. Under water her face, breasts, then her belly, then her pussy all brushed against my rigid cock. She stayed under water for a few seconds, and the thought flashed through my mind very quickly: I was going to jerk off like a maniac that night! She came out of the water coughing and sputtering, with snot running out of her nose. "Are you all right?" I asked. She pressed her hair back on her head and nodded. "You surprised me with your...er, with that move," she said without looking directly at me. "Hey, let's take a break," I said as I swam back toward the far end of the beach where the boulders were. She climbed out of the water onto one of the boulders with a little help from me. I stood in the shallow water, leaning against her boulder. We made small talk, asking each other about favorite songs on the radio, trading stories about the evil teachers we had at school. She was sitting with her knees up to her chest with her arms around her knees. After a few minutes she shifted, leaning back a little and unfolding and refolding her legs to sit indian style. The move placed her knee right by my face, and gave me a straight shot to her crotch. I tried not to look because in the swim over to the boulder my hard-on had subsided. But I was 15, and there was a 14 year-old female crotch on display less than two feet away! And when I did steal a glance, it became a stare. The fabric of her bikini bottoms had slid off her butt cheek and lodged in the crack of her ass, and the legband had pulled away juuuuust a little, but enough that I could see darkness, and a couple wisps of pubic hair peeking out! I swear I could hear the sound like that of an inflated balloon being stretched and twisted as the blood returned to my dick instantly, tenting out the front of my trunks before I could take a breath! I cleared my throat and sat down, bringing the water up to my navel, and hiding my pre-dick-ament. The small talk continued, and she asked me if I had a girlfriend. I hadn't even been out on a date yet, but I didn't want to admit that to her, so I lied. "Yah." "What's her name?" My heart skipped a beat as I fished for a name, "Andrea Pierce," I blurted out, giving her the name of the girl that EVERY guy at my high school wanted to fuck. "Is she real pretty?" "Yah." No lie there! Carol paused for a moment. "You ever make out?" OK, so I'll go to hell... "Yup." "You ever feel her titties?" Carol's eyes were glowing. If I hadn't been staring off and on at her tits, I'd have sworn I was talking to a teenage guy! To try to break this question and answer phase, I tried, "Yah, I've done it all." Please stop asking me questions, now." But my prayer wasn't answered. She leaned forward, whispering now. "Really?! What's it like?" OK, NOW I was in WAY over my head! "Ummm, great. It's real cool. Awesome." "Does she like it?" OK, now my fictional prowess was being questioned. "Of course! When I'm home she can't keep her hands off me. My parents almost caught us once!" "Really." She seemed disinterested, and I began to think she no longer believed me. Why didn't I just say No to her first question? "Does she..." Carol swallowed and sorta looked around, "...does she ...suck your...thingie?" My eyes widened. I nodded, this time unable to perpetuate the lie with my lips. "How does she do it?" OH GOD! NOW WHAT DO I SAY?! I should have just said No the first time, and borne the shame of being a virgin at 15...Oh, the humiliation! But no, I had to be the tough guy. I had to be cool. I had to have...the ATTITUDE. I wanted to be bad, today, right? So what better way than to corrupt my innocent cousin's mind? I tried to recall every Forum letter I ever read in my friend Kenny's Dad's Penthouse collection that discussed the fine art of sucking cock. I took a deep breath. I had to sound like I knew what I was talking about. Had to talk tough. "Um... well... First she sorta licks it. I like her to lick just under the head, cuz that's where it feels the best," (I knew at least that much just from jerking off!). "Then she puts it in her mouth and sucks on it and licks on it, and she sorta bounces her head up and down on it until I come." Oh, yeah. Straight to hell. In a hand-basket! When I looked at Carol again, her cheeks were flushed and her breathing had changed. She had been staring off onto the lake, but came back a few seconds after I finished. "Does stuff really shoot out of it?" OK. Something I actually KNOW. "Yes." "What's that feel like?" Another truth I could tell! "It's great! I could do it all day if I had the chance!" "No," she said. "The STUFF! What does the stuff feel like?" "Oh. Well, it's warm and sticky and..." She cut me off. "There's a boy at school that likes me, but I wanted to find out about it before I..." "Kids!! Hot dogs are done! Come on!" It was Aunt Linda calling from down the beach. And then Tina appeared on the boulder, behind Carol. "Let's go! Food!" I made sure Carol got up first and was several steps ahead of me before I got out of the water. As quickly as I could, I reached down into my trunks and pulled my swollen prick up into the waistband to hide it. Fortunately everyone was formed around the grill waiting for their hot dogs, their buns in hand, for walking behind Carol, her buns swaying back and forth five steps ahead of me, did nothing to quiet the rage going on in my trunks! Everyone was looking at their hot dog, so nobody noticed my sausage! I "wasn't hungry" until the hard-on was gone. Man, was I going to jerk off that night!! Subject: REPOST: COUSIN'S DELIGHT PT 2 From: ericshon@aol.com (Eric Shon) Cousin's Delight by Eric Shon Part 2 I spent the rest of the day up at Lake Wetauga sort of following around my suddenly sexy cousin. We played volleyball with my parents and her parents, and my Dad's other sister and her husband. She was the youngest in his family, and had only recently had a baby, which was in a baby seat in the pavilion, sleeping. The smaller kids, as always, wanted to play, but only messed up the game whenever the ball came to them. Of course, whenever the ball came to me, I messed up the game because I was too busy staring at Carol's ass bouncing around in her bikini. Fortunately for me I had grown somewhat accustomed to the sight, so I could derive pleasure from it without sporting wood. When Aunt Kathy's baby woke up, the game totally fell apart as everyone went to hover around her. Carol and I just sort of volleyed the ball back and forth over the net for a while until she decided she wanted to go back in the water. Naturally I followed her. We waded into the water, talking small talk, and I was both afraid and hopeful that she would ask me more questions about blowjobs. She jumped track as soon as she felt safely out of earshot of anybody up the beach. "So, does your...penis...really get long and stiff and hard?" Forget the small talk, get right to the point!! I tried to hide my shock at the question, and simply said, "Yes it does." I felt strangely like I was teaching a physiology class. "I think I felt yours when we were playing in the water." I nearly fell into the water as my heart slipped out of my chest and bounced around a couple of times. She HAD noticed! I stammered, "Nah, um, no." "Did I make it do that?" she asked, without even hesitating for an instant, a slight smile playing across her lips. I was still struggling with her first question when this one hit me square in the chest. Just then we heard splashing behind us. "Hey guys! The water's nice!" It was my Mom. Carol turned around and said, "Hi Aunt Ellen!" and started walking back toward her. My Mom looked at me and said, "So I see you're not having such a bad time after all, huh?" I shrugged my shoulders. Mom smiled and said, "It looks like you two have finally found something to talk about." And then, looking at me, she said, "Or is it YOU that has the crush this year!" "Mo-om!" I shouted, thoroughly embarrassed. "Oh, stop!" she said. "It was so cute watching Carol follow you all around the lake last year." I rolled my eyes at her specifically because I knew it made her crazy. "Oh, stop, you big baby!" And she leapt forward, trying to dunk me, and I dodged and grabbed her arms and easily dunked her instead. I was so embarrassed I entertained the thought of drowning her, but I figured that might make my Dad a little angry, so I let it pass. I let her up, and she stood with a half-dazed look on her face. "I guess THOSE days are over! My little baby's growing up!" Mom stayed and chatted with us, mainly with Carol, but I stayed out there stealing glances at Carol's tits. Before long my Dad was packing up the Suburban, and suddenly I didn't want this day to end. I had spent the whole day with Carol, and Bethy and Tyler were inseparable from Tina. Then I heard my Aunt Linda's husband, Don, say to my Dad, "You know, Steve, with my promotion this year I got a third week of vacation. I'm not doing anything this week, and the kids seem to be getting along so nicely...why not let Johnny and Bethy and Tyler come spend the week with us?" "I don't know, Don." Dad replied. They're a handful, and they didn't bring any extra clothes with them." "That's OK. Johnny can wear some of my old stuff, Bethy can wear Tina's clothes...they'd be swapping them anyway! And Tyler, well he'll probably spend all his time in the pool, so all he'll need is his trunks!! If he needs anything else, we'll just buy it. Come on, Steve. It's only a week." Dad looked at Mom, and she just gave him the "it's fine with me if it's fine with you" look. Bethy and Tyler were screaming, "Yeah Dad!! I wanna go! Let us go! We'll be good..." and on and on. Dad looked at me. "John?" I tried to give as indifferent a nod as I could without betraying my excitement. A whole week looking at Carol's tits and ass! My dick was already getting hard at the thought. "All right, Johnny!" I hated 'Johnny' worse than I hated 'John.' "Feel like learning the game of golf this week, kid?" I feigned enthusiasm for the world's most boring game. "Cool!" All the vehicles were loaded up, and my parents were giving us all good-bye hugs and kisses. I climbed into the farthest back seat in Uncle Don's Dodge van and was not entirely surprised to see Carol heading back there with me. We sat and waited for the adults to stop prolonging the departure, but they had to hammer out the details for getting us back home at the end of the week. As The Suburban pulled away, it was a strange sight, seeing both my parents together in the front seat, and nobody else with them It seemed there was always one of us kids with either or both of them at some time or another. I wondered what they were going to do all alone for a week without us kids around! It was an even longer drive to Uncle Don's and Aunt Linda's house; about three hours. Tyler and Tina and Bethy occupied the middle seat and were trading jokes with Aunt Linda. Carol, beside me, was nodding off within a half-hour. With the few minutes of remaining daylight making it through the window, I got as much of an eyeful as I could get of Carol's tanned legs and the tops of her breasts, all that was revealed by the beach robe she had put on. An hour into the trip the three younger kids were zonked out, and Carol had finally let sleep overtake her, too, and her head had come to rest on my shoulder. I liked this, so I tried to remain still so that she wouldn't sit back up or lean to the other side. I had started feeling drowsy myself, but then Carol shifted, making me alert again. She grunted and sat up, turned her body toward me and rested against me, this time pressing one breast into my arm, and resting her cheek on my bare shoulder. Then her arm fell to my chest, her hand splayed across my solar plexus. With each bump in the road, her hand slid down another inch until it was resting against my abdomen, her thumb covering my navel. Carol shifted again, pushing with the hand resting on my belly, and it just slid down right over my cock, which immediately started filling with blood, and was soon up to it's swollen capacity, right underneath her hand! I was half-ready to gently remove it, but the other half wanted her hand there. The other half won, and I just sat there, hard-on throbbing, looking at her hand in the twilight, resting on my cock. I felt her hand move a little, and then felt a slight squeeze. Then she raised her head up and looked down at my lap, and said, "Oh my goodness!" She looked into my eyes as she gripped my prick through the thin material of my trunks. "It's so hard and warm, J!" As she squeezed, I could only gasp and grunt. I was also afraid that her parents could hear us, even though they were all the way up front and had the radio on. Then, before I even had a chance to protest, Carol said, "I gotta see it!" and pulled the waistband of my trunks out and down. "Ohhh! WOW!!" she gasped as it stood, free of the constricting trunks. She released the waistband of the trunks, which snapped painfully against the base of my cock. As I winced, she said, "Oh! I'm sorry!" slid her hand under the waistband, gripped the base, and began rubbing to soothe the pain. Her fingers scraped across the top of my balls, and she said, "Hey..." She sat up fully, pulled the waistband out further, and cupped my balls. "That feels nice!" she breathed as she gently squeezed them. At that I threw my head back and whimpered. She looked up at me and said, 'Want me to suck it like your girlfriend?" I whimpered another "HUHH?!" shaking my head, but she only smiled, a look of innocent wild wonder in her eyes. "I want to suck it!" And she lowered her head to my lap. "Like this?" She stuck her tongue out and ran it up the underside of my dick, stopping just at the cleavage of the head. I could feel the cool air in the van against the wet trail her tongue left. I shook my head violently, certain that we'd be caught. She saw me and said, "No? How about this?" And she opened her mouth just enough to let my dick slide in. When the rim around my dick head passed her lips she stopped, and then she began sucking. I felt the pre-cum escape as it was suctioned out, and my hips bucked involuntarily, driving another inch of me into her mouth. Again I shook my head. If Uncle Don caught us, my Dad would ground me until I finished college...that is if Uncle Don didn't KILL me! Carol looked up at me and said, "Still no? Damn! I did just what you said your girlfriend does. How about this?" She returned her mouth to my cock, and this time she engulfed the head in her mouth and began bobbing her head up and down, all the while sucking the life out of me. "OHGODYES!" I don't remember formulating the words. They just came out of my mouth in a sharp hiss. To Carol that was the approval she was looking for, so she doubled her efforts, sucking and stroking my dick in her mouth in a frenzy. My eyeballs rolled 180 degrees back in their sockets as my dick for the first time received attention from something other than my own hands! By this point I didn't care if we were caught by Uncle Don, Aunt Linda, Dad, Mom, the Reverend Billy Graham, the Pope, or Father Time. My hand came to rest on Carol's back and I started pistoning my hips, driving my cock into and out of her mouth. In all the fantasies I had had up to that point about blowjobs, I never imagined the sound of someone's lips slurping around the shaft. It seemed to echo throughout the confines of the van, but her parents were oblivious to the sound. Carol pulled her head up with a slight pop off of my dick, and said, "When does your stuff shoot out?" All I could muster was "Real soon!" and I grabbed the back of her head. But she needed no help. She eagerly gobbled me right back up and resumed her pace. I felt the expansion behind my testicles begin. It was still a new sensation to me then, as I had only first felt it a year and a half before while in the shower, soaping myself up and realizing that the action along my swollen penis felt REALLY good, and then realizing I couldn't really stop my hand from stroking until BAM!! I was hosing off the shower curtain! My cock felt like it was expanding against Carol's lips, and my hips broke from their frantic rhythm and started undulating up and down in much slower strokes. I don't know if it was instinct, or just that she felt a need to hold on to something, but Carol caressed my balls, and then gave them a gentle squeeze...and that sent me over the edge. My hips locked in the up position, my chin drove down into my chest, and my hands flew to Carol's back and head. I felt the first spurt launch from somewhere around my toes, and I screamed. "AHK! GODDD! AUGH! OH! JEEZES!" The spunk, pent up from a full day of teasing, crotch peeks, and dirty talk, hit Carol directly in the back of the throat. Her eyes widened and she pulled her head off of my cock so she could watch me come. The second spurt launched just as her lips cleared the end of my penis, and ricocheted off of her lips and cheek, which elicited a loud cackle from Carol. The third and fourth spurts arced into the air, landing on her tits, my belly and thighs, and on the seat-back in front of us. Aunt Linda called out from the co-pilot's chair, "Carol, quit bothering J, now, hon." The rest of the cum came out in little spurts and then dribbles that ran down my cock and formed a puddle at the base. Carol smacked her lips and said, "That tastes weird." And then she wrapped her mouth around my cock again and cleaned the cum off of it. Carol sat up and looked deeply into my eyes and said, "I liked that. Did you?" I could neither nod nor shake my head because of the mixed emotions I was feeling. Most of all, I had enjoyed it immensely. But very clear in my mind was that Uncle Don would probably dismantle me with an ax if he found out what had just gone on between his daughter and his nephew only ten feet behind his back! So in response to Carol's question, I merely closed my eyes and laid my head back. It struck me as odd that, as I lay back, the closing strains of a Rolling Stones song beat quietly from the radio: "Yo! Yo! You'd make a dead man come!" The song had already been half over when Carol first ran her tongue up the length of my cock. The whole encounter had lasted less than 90 seconds! To this day, when I hear "Start Me Up," my dick gets hard. Carol snuggled against me, her head in the crook of my shoulder, and her hand wrapped snugly around my penis. We slept that way until Uncle Don opened the sliding door on the side of the van. We were parked in their driveway. Thanks to the middle seat and an obnoxious, crabby Tyler, Carol was able to slip her hand unnoticed from inside my trunks. We unpacked the van, and my siblings and I spread out on the living room floor for the night. I lay there for about an hour reflecting on the events of the previous two hours and I realized that I didn't feel the need to jerk off after all! This was going to be an interesting week. Subject: REPOST: COUSIN'S DELIGHT PT 3 From: ericshon@aol.com (Eric Shon) Cousin's Delight Part 3 by Eric Shon The following morning I was woken up by Aunt Linda's voice: "Hey, you sleepy-heads! Time for breakfast!" By the time Bethy, Tyler and I got to the table it was already after 11:00, and by the tousled look of everyone there, no one had gone to church this morning, having preferred to sleep in. The spirited activity of the previous day at Lake Wetauga had taken its toll on everyone...lopsided hair, little crusties in everyone's eyes, and in everyone's face a general look of relaxation from a good night's sleep. During breakfast, and throughout the day, I kept stealing glances at Carol to see if she would acknowledge our own little activity in the back of Uncle Don's van the night before, but I never managed to make significant eye contact with her. However, after a few minutes at the table I found something to distract me from Carol's eyes. Uncle Don and Aunt Linda, like my parents, kept a pretty informal family atmosphere. I had been to friends' homes where it seemed like their parents never had any fun, nor did they allow their kids to have any. Meal times were somber occasions and, for me, very uncomfortable whenever I was at their homes. But not here. Aunt Linda was an excellent cook (and so was Uncle Don, for that matter, as I later learned), and she didn't seem as concerned with manners as she did her family enjoying themselves as they ate. So breakfast was an informal affair, what with everybody still in their pajamas or their sleepwear. Bethy and Tyler were in the clothes they arrived in last night, I was still in my cum-stained trunks (I was hoping no one would notice...), and Tina and Carol were in knee-length night shirts. Uncle Don wore a t-shirt and a pair of jogging shorts, and Aunt Linda wore silk pajama tops with cut-off sweat pants. It was here that I discovered a little secret. I stood to reach for a couple of pancakes when Aunt Linda, who had just dropped a couple onto Tyler's plate, said, "I'll get it, John." "Thanks," I said, and stood there holding my plate out. Aunt Linda leaned over, reaching for the pancakes when I noticed how loosely her pajama top fit her. And when she speared the cakes, I could see the swell of her breast, and how it sort of jiggled whenever she moved. She plopped a stack of three cakes onto my plate and said, "That OK?" I hesitated for a moment, darting my eyes away from her chest, and said, "Um...no." "More? OK." And she leaned back over. I leaned in a little, and a little toward her, a pretense to helping make her work a little less difficult, but actually to afford myself a better view down her top. I got as far as her tan-line, but she stood back up before I got any further. "How's that?" she asked as she plopped two more cakes on top of the others on my plate. "More," I said. I could feel my heart in my throat. I was keenly aware that anybody might figure out what I was trying to do. And I toyed with the thought of quitting because I could feel the surge of blood through my cock, and then everybody would notice! "Jeez, you're hungry!" She leaned again, I leaned more. I felt myself raise up on my toes, hoping to get a further downward angle down her jammies. It was the right idea. I leaned in far enough to where I saw the upward tilt of the bottom of her breast, and the downward slope of the top of her breast as they approached each other, but her top wasn't loose enough to allow me a view of her nipple. My mind played connect the dots, and I could imagine what it looked like, exactly right where it was, but she stood up again and dropped two more cakes onto my plate. "I think that's enough, young man," she said sternly. My heart caught in my throat. I was caught! I was certain of it! "You'd better see if you can eat those before I put any more on your plate. I've got to feed everyone else, you know!" I looked down to the stack of 7 pancakes on my plate. "OK," I said. "Pass the syrup?" I watched her pajama top as she served the rest of the family, and I tried to come up with a good reason for standing up again, but every reason sounded stupid. But then, when she sat down she tugged at the tails of her pajama top, which flattened it against her breasts, the silk material highlighting and outlining her nipples pressing against it from the other side. They were erect! Did she know what I was doing? Do girls' nipples get hard like a boy's penis when aroused? Because I wanted it to be, I decided the answer was yes, and under the table there sprouted a handsome woodie. I just ate and ate til that thing died, which didn't happen until I had polished off a second helping of four pancakes and everyone except Uncle Don (was he hiding a boner, too?) had finished, and Aunt Linda cleared the dishes and went to the kitchen. It was a lazy Sunday, and we all just lay around the house watching TV, and trading stories about my mom and dad. Aunt Linda was a great source of information about my father and some of the stupid things he did as a kid. During one of these stories I discovered that Carol's nightshirt was just as loose her Mom's pajama top. We were all sitting on the floor. Aunt Linda was hugging a pillow, so there was no chance to see anything. And then Carol spun around from sitting Indian style to lying on her belly, propped up on her elbows. I got a great view of her ample 14-year-old cleavage, and nature took over...or at least the darker side of my nature! I grabbed Tyler and began to wrestle with him in one of the rare moments of sibling comaraderie I showed him during my teen years. I rolled him over on top of me and let him straddle my chest for a few minutes, tickling him, and then I let him go, pretending that something Aunt Linda said caught my attention. I rolled over onto my belly in the same position as Carol, and right next to her. She still hadn't shown me any acknowledgement of the fact that she had quite thoroughly sucked me off the night before, a mere 10 feet behind her parents' backs, in the rear seat of Uncle Don's van, a first for me, and, I assumed, for her as well! Propped on her elbows, Carol's tits were pressed against her arms, so I didn't have a view of them, either. Attention was wavering from Aunt Linda's stories, and the pow-wow began to break up. Aunt Carol stood up and tossed the pillow to the sofa, and went to the kitchen. I got up and squatted on my knees. I was getting frustrated, now. But then my baby brother did something for which I'll love him forever. He started wrestling with Carol! Just like he had with me, only he climbed on her back (oh, if ONLY!) and wrapped his arms under her chin. She dropped her chest to the floor and rolled over, pinning him beneath her. Then she got up on all fours and proceeded to tickle him mercilessly, which is what he wanted in the first place. And there it was! As she knelt over him, both breasts came into unobstructed view as her nightshirt fell away! Tyler's laughter was drowned out by the rush of blood past my ears on its way to my rapidly swelling cock! My vision seemed to become dynamic, like I had a zoom lens on each eyeball. Each breast was a pleasant round shape that came to a perfect pink point, like the back end of a balloon. They jiggled and shuddered with each murderous tickle she applied to my baby brother. He cried, "Stop! Stop!" and her instincts told her, correctly, that he was about to wet his pants if she didn't stop. As he lay there, gleefully whimpering in recovery from Carol's tortuous tickling, she looked up at me, her breasts still on display. Her eyes briefly met mine, but shifted to the stretched fabric of my trunks as my cock made itself into an imaginary tentpole. Her eyes sparkled as a naughty smile broke across her lips. By dinner time the only person dressed for the world was Aunt Linda as she headed out the door to get some dinner. The rest of us were still dressed in what we slept in the night before. "Dad's in the den doing the bills," she said to Carol. "I'll be back in about a half-hour." "OK, Mom," Carol said. Her eyes slid toward me and there was a devilish smirk just under the surface. My heart skipped and I felt my face flush at the thought of what we might do in the next 30 minutes!! But with her father here? It was one thing to do it at the rear of the van while he was busy behind the wheel, but to try it when he could walk in at any moment would be suicide! Bethy and Tina rocketed upstairs with the word "Barbie" mentioned several times, and Tyler followed, leaving Carol and me in the living room. We looked at each other for a few seconds, and then she said, "What do you want to do?" I wanted to lift her shirt over her head and dive into her, that's what I wanted to do! "I don't know. What do YOU want to do?" "Let's see if there's anything on cable," she said as she brandished the remote and fired off a shot at the TV. There wasn't. She flipped through the channels a couple of times, and finally settled on MTV (back when they used to play music videos). She sat in Aunt Linda's rocking chair, which left me to the couch, and she watched me looking at her. She looked at me like she was wondering what I was thinking. Afraid I might give that away, I turned to watch the new Genesis video. It was the one with all those puppets that looked like world leaders of the time...Reagan, Gorbachev, Khaddafy... When it was over I turned to her. "I wish they'd stop making vid..." My tongue almost fell off. While I had my head turned away she had propped one foot on the chair, tucked it against her bottom, with her knee against her chest and her nightshirt stretched over her knee. So when I turned to her , exposed to me was her entire body from her toes to just above her navel! Also exposed to me was the fact that she wasn't wearing panties! "What?" she asked me, since I hadn't finished my statement. With my eyes locked on her virgin vagina, covered in wisps of golden brown hair, I couldn't find any words to say. "I said... um I was gonn... Who's your cable...." "Are you looking at my pussy, J?" My eyes darted up to hers, then back to her pussy, and again back up to her eyes. I nodded. "Last night when I sucked on your penis," she whispered, "my pussy started to get all wet and sticky inside." Her arms disappeared into the armholes of her nightshirt. "And it started to feel really nice and tingly." Her hands appeared inside her nightshirt. "The only other time it ever feels like that is when I rub it with my fingers, like this." One hand covered her pussy and I could see one finger of that hand disappear into the dark folds. Her eyes closed to slits as she jutted her chin outward and upward, a sharp breath expanding her lungs. She withdrew her finger and started to work on the top of her pussy, rubbing it around in a circle. "And if I keep rubbing it, like this, it just keeps feeling better and better..." Her hips began grinding up against the motion of her hand, and her speech became labored, broken up by grunts and gasps and heavy breathing. "...And the sticky stuff starts to run out of it, and then I get to a point where it feels the absolute best, and then I want to scream as my body starts to shake, and I break out into goosebumps... UUHH!!!" Her hips began bucking off of the seat as her hand appeared to be pressing it back down, all the while her fingers grinding their circle over the top of her pussy. After a few seconds, her eyes clamped shut and she stifled a scream, her hips rising to a point and undulating there for another few seconds. She began breathing again in repeated sighs, and tears ran down her cheeks, and her butt returned to the seat. "Last night when you shot your stuff out, I realized what happens to me. It's the same thing. Does it feel the same way for you?" I nodded, and looked at my own crotch. My cock was at full attention, straining for release into the world, yearning to spread it's seed all over it. I leaned back on the couch and started to remove my trunks and return the favor when I heard, "Linda?" It was Uncle Don! I didn't even have my thumbs in the waistband yet, so as Carol dropped her leg and regained a proper sitting position, I merely grabbed a couch pillow and mashed my hard-on down onto my belly. "Hey guys! Carol, is Mom back yet?" "No, not yet Daddy." Uncle Don looked at her. "What's the matter dear? Your face is all red. Have you been crying?" Carol's eyes widened as she stammered for a viable explanation. I butted in: "We were pillow fighting and I caught her in the eye with a corner." "Oh, really? Let me see." Uncle Don bent over Carol with his hand on her head. He tilted it back and forth, looking for any damage, and she darted her eyes at me with a frightened, yet relieved look in her eyes. He asked her, "Are you OK, baby?" "Yes, Daddy." "You two be careful, now," Uncle Don said as he continued on toward the kitchen. Aunt Linda returned a little while later with a car load of Kentucky Fried Chicken, and we feasted. Subject: REPOST: COUSIN'S DELIGHT PT 4 From: ericshon@aol.com (Eric Shon) Cousin's Delight Part 4 by Eric Shon Later that same evening, having worn the same clothes for two days, and having made some effort to hide the cum stains on them, I decided it was time to take a shower. That sort of started a trend and it was pretty late by the time that Uncle Don got in, complaining about the cold water coming out of the hot water faucet. Since we had had time to think about it today, we adjusted the sleeping arrangements so that one room wouldn't be so crowded. Aunt Linda decided that Tyler would get the guest room because it was closed off from the rest of the house, and there would be less chance of something scaring him in the night. Tina and Bethy would share Tina's room. That left Carol's room, and I was hoping against reason that they would tell me I had to share her room!! Of course, that wasn't to be, but a boy can dream, can't he? I got the hide-a-bed in the living room, where I had slept the night before. Only this time Aunt Linda brought down a pillow and a blanket. Uncle Don let me wear a pair of his jogging shorts to sleep in while Aunt Linda washed all of my clothes...the swimming trunks, the tank top, and my socks...and I was turning out the blanket to get ready for bed. Carol was sitting in the rocking chair (again), wearing her cute nightshirt (again) and chatting with me about her friends, the music they listened to, what music I listened to, the movies she saw this Summer...the things teenagers find important topics of discussion. I could tell by the way she kept shifting her eyes toward the kitchen, where Aunt Linda was, that she was hoping Aunt Linda would go off to bed without stopping by the living room to say good-night...and frankly, so was I! I could hear her talking on the phone with somebody. After a few minutes I could see that Carol was getting agitated. She seemed nervous, yet excited about something. It seemed to be connected with her mother in the kitchen, and the longer Aunt Linda spent on the phone, the more worked up Carol seemed to get. What I hoped more than suspected was that as soon as Aunt Linda went off to bed, Carol wanted to play some more! And after the little show I got today, I didn't think I could take much more playing! As this idea ran through my head, the image of Carol in the same rocker earlier in the day played across my eyes: one knee in the air, her nightshirt stretched around it, and her hand rubbing circles on her pussy. My cock started to swell from the memory, and though Carol had seen it before (HELL!! She'd had it in her mouth!!), I was still embarrassed that she might see it poking out. So I got under the blanket. Once I got settled, Carol came and sat on the edge of the hide-a-bed. I was pretty certain that if it wasn't for her mother being in the next room, Carol would have been under the blanket with me! And I was pretty certain that I wanted her there, too! But before any of that could take place, I heard Aunt Linda in the kitchen: "OK. Bye-bye. Love you, too. Bye-bye." And then she hung up. She came around the corner into the living room and said, "OK Carol, time for bed." Carol protested. "Can't I stay up with J and watch TV?" Aunt Linda said, "No. You have to get up early tomorrow." "What!? It's Summer vacation!" "I know, but I need you to come to the office with me and do some computer stuff." Carol was pissed. "Aw, come on Mom! It's supposed to be vacation. That's why they call it Summer vacation!" "I'm not on vacation, yet," Aunt Linda replied. "Not until the week before school starts. And you're going to the office with me tomorrow. It's only one day." Carol got off of the bed. "Great." "Good night, J," Aunt Linda said over her shoulder as she headed out of the room. "Good night. 'Night Carol." She skulked out of the room without a word. Aunt Linda clicked off the lights as she left, and I lay there watching the moolight dance on the ceiling as it was reflected off of the pool outside beyond the sliding glass doors. I looked out the doors and, for the first time, realized that nobody even went near the pool today, and that was always the big deal about going to Aunt Linda's house! The patio lights shone and glistened off the surface of the water. Well, I had a week yet to get out there for a dip. I lay back, the memories of Carol's blowjob, and of her jacking herself off in this very same room only five hours earlier playing back in my head, and within a minute I was fully erect. I reached down and squeezed my cock from outside the shorts. Had I been at home I'd have already been well on my way toward improved forearm tone and an orgasm, but I was in someone else's house...in the living room, for crying out loud...and I didn't have a sock to catch the spunk on. So I rolled over onto my side and tried to get those thoughts out of my head. I had just begun to relax and fall into a slumber when I felt a hand on my shoulder and a sharp whisper: "J, wake up! Wake up!" It was Carol! "I'm up! What's going on?" "Come on!" she said, taking my hand and pulling me out of the bed. "You gotta see this!" I followed her as she led me out through the sliding glass doors, over the patio along the length of the pool, and then stopped. "What's going on?" I said. "SHHHH!" she hissed, covering my lips with her fingers. "Listen." I did. I heard nothing. Carol still had her fingers over my lips, so I shrugged. She grabbed my hand and tugged me toward the wall of the house, under a tall bush, and parked me in front of a window with dim light coming out of it. "Look through the blinds." Inside the room the blinds were drawn shut, but there was one slat broken at one end, providing a view into the room. Even though I became suddenly aware that we shouldn't be doing this, I looked through the blinds into the room. Inside, on a bed, I saw Aunt Linda on her hands and knees, naked, with Uncle Don kneeling in front of her, his huge cock sliding into her mouth! I was so shocked by what I saw that I leapt back, with an involuntary "Jeezus!" escaping from my lips in a loud whisper. "SHHHHH!" Carol admonished. Then, whispering, she asked, "What are they doing?" To be honest, I wasn't certain that I had actually seen what I thought I saw, so I told her, "I'm not sure!" So Carol pulled me away from the window and looked herself. "Oh, wow! She's sucking his thingie! I never saw her do THAT before!" "'Before?'" She'd seen them do other things 'before?' I looked at her face as she peeped through the broken slat, and I suspected that she had gone into the room some time ago and broken it herself so she could come out here and peep at her parents when she heard them through the walls as they made love! "God Damn!" she sputtered. "Look at her go!" Carol licked her lips as she spied on her parents in their private love-making. Her breathing became labored, and in the dim light escaping through the blinds, I thought I could make out Carol's hands pressing against her crotch through her nightshirt. I felt my tortured cock swell yet again. She stared at them for a good minute or so, and then she looked at me. "J! Come here, you gotta see!" I sided up to Carol at the window, bent my head down to the broken slat, and pressed it against hers to look inside. Now Uncle Don was lying on his back. As I got to the window, Aunt Linda's hand was down between her legs as she lowered herself onto his cock. She pulled her hand away and she sank all the way down, her head thrown back in ecstasy. And then she started to raise and lower herself slowly. By the look on Uncle Don's face, he was perfectly content to let Aunt Linda do this! Through the closed windows I could hear muffled speech, but I couldn't make out what they were murmuring to each other, except every once in a while when Aunt Linda said, "Oh, YEAH!" To think only that morning I had strained, unsuccessfully, just to get a peek at one of her breasts, and now I was looking at her completely naked with Uncle Don, whom I'd NEVER wanted to see naked, screwing him silly! I became aware that, in this position at the window, my body was pressed tightly against Carol's. I could feel the pressure of her tits through her nightshirt against my bare chest as her heavy breathing pressed them into me again and again. She had one arm around my waist for support while the other busied itself with her pussy as she watched her parents going at it. She started to whimper, and I could feel her begin to tremble. Her grip with the arm around my waist became formidable, and as she approached orgasm she squeezed me against her. She turned her body toward mine and held me. I felt my leg slip between her legs, and she pressed her face into my chest. She kept her hand working on her pussy for a time until, in her undulations, her pussy brushed against my leg. She spat, "Ohgod!" at the new sensation and wrapped her other arm around my waist and humped her pussy against my thigh. With her face pressed into my chest she intermittently muttered wordless syllables and kissed my bare chest as she rode out a shuddering orgasm, all the while trying to keep quiet outside the window where her parents were working toward their own orgasms. More for support than for lust (I didn't quite know what was going on), I placed my arms around her back. To this day I'll remember that sensation as one of the best of my life. The first woman's orgasm I ever experienced. I felt her trembling as it approached, and then as it hit her she grabbed onto me for dear life, sharing with me what her body was experiencing, whimpering into my chest as she showered it with little kisses. Why I didn't hose down the inside of my shorts...make that Uncle Don's shorts...I don't know. As her tremors settled, Carol looked up at me and said, "Jesus Christ! I didn't think that one was going to end!" She kept her arms around me, and I kept mine around her. We stood there for about a minute, the whole time my cock poking her stomach and throbbing for release. From inside we heard Aunt Linda's voice rather clearly: "Oh yeah baby! Come inside me!" And Uncle Don's answering groan of ecstasy as he did her bidding. With her head still resting on my chest, Carol said, "I want to do that." "Do what?!" I asked, more in alarm than ignorance. "What Mom and Dad were doing," then she stammered, "...fucking!" She slid her hand down to my cock and felt it through the material of her father's shorts. "Your thingie's all hard again!" She wrapped her hand around it and squeezed. I groaned in reply, and she looked up at me. Our faces were inches apart. I had never kissed a girl before...not the way you see it on TV and in movies...but I was filled with this urge, with Carol's face so close to mine, and somewhere in the depths of my mind something said that I knew what I was doing. I bent down and closed the gap between us, and closed my mouth over hers. Carol released my cock and pushed up against me, wrapping her arms around my neck, and returned the kiss. I was already dizzy from the rush, but then I felt her mouth open, and for some reason I extended my tongue into it. Her tongue darted out, too, and we both mashed our faces into each other's as though we were in a race to see who could get their head into the other person's mouth first! I don't know how long we kissed, but when we broke, Carol grabbed my hand and said, "Come on!" She pulled me out toward the pool and plopped me onto a chaise lounge with a big thick cushion on it. She sat next to me and we began kissing again, only this time she wrapped her hand around my dick and started squeezing. Wanting to return the favor, and wanting to touch a pussy for the first time in my life, I reached out and put my hand on her thigh and slid upward. Once my hand got underneath the hem of her nightshirt, the inside of her thigh was soaking wet and sticky. The closer my hand got to her pussy, the more she slid her pussy toward my hand. The heat emanating from her pussy was intense, and when my fingers reached the outer lips, Carol jumped as though I'd just hit her with a cattle prod! I fumbled around aimlessly, getting my fingers wet with her juices when she pulled away from my lips and said, "Rub the button!" "Huh?" I had no clue what she was talking about. "The button! Find the hard little button and rub it!" She started humping against my hand and I could feel a hard spot sliding up and down against my palm. I closed my thumb and forefinger over it and pinched it. "AAHCK! Jeezus!" she almost sobbed, and she almost broke my cock off as she was racked with another orgasm. She rested her head against my shoulder, panting. After a few moments she sat up and pulled her nightshirt over her head, and I got my first view ever of a real live naked girl! In the mixed light from the moon and the patio lamps I saw that her nipples were protruding stiffly from the center of each breast, not like they were when I saw them when she was playing with my brother. Then they were smooth all over with no nipple sticking out. My hands just went out to her breasts like they each had their own brain! Each hand gently grasped a breast and squeezed. Carol's eyes closed to slits and a smile played quietly across her lips. Her head eased back as she let out an "Ooooh...", and then she leaned into my hands. She kept pressing forward until her chest was against mine, and she kept pushing until I was on my back and she was on top of me. She reached her face toward me and we kissed again. As her body pressed against mine, I felt my cock, through the fabric of the shorts, butt up against her lower belly. She felt it too, and started to hump against it. "Oh, J! Your thingie is so hard against my pussy!" She ground down on it. "I want you to put it inside my pussy like my Dad does to my Mom!" At that point it all became too much. I tried to push her off of me, but the grinding of her pussy against my clothed erection was too much, and with a helpless grunt I lost what little control I had, and I came inside my shorts. As I came down through the series of sighs Carol said, "Did you shoot your stuff already?" I nodded. "J, I wanted you to put your thingie inside my pussy. I wanted you to FUCK me." I could tell she didn't use the word very often. There was disappointment in her voice, and I was too blown away at that moment to tell her that I was far from finished. I'd experienced enough jerk-a-thons when Kenny let me take one of his Dad's Penthouses home to know that I could "shoot my stuff" about three more times before it felt like my dick was going to fall off! And then maybe two more times after that! Carol lay back on the opposite end of the chaise, looking with some amusement at the still-full erection in my shorts, idly rubbing her pussy. The sight of her pussy on display mere feet away, and the thought of Kenny's Dad's Penthouse magazines stirred a thought in my mind, a thought inspired by something I had seen in one of the issues I had spirited away from Kenny's house and up to my room. In one of the photo layouts there was a man and a woman together, and in a couple of the shots, the man had his head between the woman's legs, looking like he was going to kiss or lick her pussy. I wasn't sure what he was trying to do, but I did remember stroking my cock looking at those two pictures alone until I dirtied another sock! So, figuring it would be something to kill the few minutes my dick would need to get ready again, I sat up, staring at her pussy. I placed my hands on her knees and got up on my knees. "What are you doing?" Carol asked. "I'm not sure," I replied. I crawled forward to her pussy like a cat on the prowl. I lay with my armpits over her thighs, and I pulled them apart so I could get my head between her legs. "What are you doing?!" she said with a giggle. "You'll see." I eased my head toward her, and the smell coming off of her pussy was one I'll never forget: A mixture of pure musky sex from two orgasms (of course I didn't know that was the source of the smell) and of the rose bubble bath she had taken earlier (I had seen the bottle on the end of the tub while I took my shower). I stuck my tongue out to find that little button she seemed to enjoy so much. It was dark down there, despite the moonlight and patio lamps, but I knew when I found it because she gasped and grabbed the back of my head. After a few licks on the spot that made Carol jump, her clitoris popped out to greet me, and then it was at my mercy! "Oh GOD, J!" she squealed. Her grip on the back of my head was so tight that I couldn't move my tongue against her pussy any more, so I just sucked as much of it into my mouth as I could, and that seemed to make her even more crazy! Shortly I felt her begin to tremble again, and I began to fear that she was going to crack open my skull with the grip she had on me. She let out a short, high-pitch, LOUD squeal as she hit her climax, and my face became drenched in her juices. It wasn't like when I came, spurting and all, but there was a definite increase in the wetness in her pussy! And then another trembling, and even more juice! I knew she was finished when her hands fell away from my head and and she let out a big sigh, "OhgodJ," almost unintelligibly. I rose up from her crotch and crawled further up her body. I stopped at her tits and kissed them for a few seconds, and then continued up to her face. "You ready?" I asked when I got there. "Oh, yes, J!" she panted back at me. I stood briefly to remove my shorts, and I lay back down on top of her. I reached down and grabbed my cock and started stabbing at her pussy with it. Despite the fact that I had just spent two minutes with my face mashed up against it, I hadn't quite figured out where exactly the opening was! Finally she reached down, pushed my cock a little further down, and I felt the hot flesh of her outer lips part the way. Had I not just had an orgasm minutes earlier, the heat of her pussy just around the head of my dick would have made me come right then (as I learned later!). But I had time now, and I pushed further in until I could push no further. I looked down, and in the half-light, I could see that I was barely even in! I started pushing a little harder, but then Carol pushed up on my shoulders and said, "Stop, J! It hurts!" I figured I must have been doing something wrong, so I pulled all the way out and tried again, with the same results. "What's wrong? What am I doing wrong?" I asked. "I'm a virgin, J." "I know," I didn't really. I had just assumed. But I still didn't know why I couldn't get my cock inside of her. I positioned my dick at the opening of her pussy again and tried pushing even harder. "Wait, J! Stop!" she almost shouted. "What am I doing wrong?" I was clueless. "It's the hymen" she said. "What?" I thought she was talking about a Jewish guy. "You have to break the hymen to get inside my pussy, but it hurts me." "I'm sorry," I said. "It's not your fault." She pushed up on my shoulders and said, "Here. Get up." I did, and she got up, and then she told me to lie down on my back on the chaise. Then she got on her knees and straddled me, just like we had seen her mother do with her father. "If I can control it, maybe it won't hurt so bad." She positioned my cock against the opening to her pussy. She was still wet as ever, and I hadn't lost a bit of hardness. She sank down slowly and I slid in as far as I had before, and I felt the barrier at the head of my dick. Carol stopped and rested for a moment. "My friends said this is the worst part..." she whispered. And then she started a slow downward push. The pressure on my cock seemed immense, and I could feel her muscles tensing and relaxing as they anticipated the pain. Despite her caution, I was going crazy with the sensation of her pussy slowly enveloping my cock. She took a rest and lay forward on top of me and whispered, "Almost..." She sat back up, and pressed downward again, only this time I felt the barrier break away, and she slid all the way down til her pubic hair meshed with mine. She let out a muffled scream through clenched teeth and closed mouth, and lay forward again, pressing her beautiful tits into my chest. The sensations of her breasts spreading out across my chest and the warmth and wetness and tightness around the entire length of my dick was too much for me, and I let out a pathetic whimper and a sigh as my cum spewed forth inside of my cousin. We lay there like that for about ten minutes until Carol sat up, my dick still inside of her and, yes, still hard. She looked at me for a good long time, and then she bent back over and kissed me long and deep on the mouth. I was ready for more, and I thought she was thinking about doing more, but she just rose up off of my cock, gripping it in her fingers as it pulled out of her, gave it a few loving strokes, and then, smiling, said, "Good night." I watched her pad back into the house, still completely naked, and disappear into the darkness. After a few moments recalling these most recent events, I went inside, too, and lay down on the hide-a-bed. A few moments later, or so it seemed, Uncle Don was shaking me awake, saying, "Come on, son! Get moving, boy! There's eightteen holes waiting for us and time's getting away!" He pointed to a pile of clothes and told me to get dressed. I picked them up and padded toward the bathroom. On the way, passing the kitchen, I looked at the digital clock on the stove. It was 5:00, and I was about to spend an entire day learning the game of golf. Subject: FIRST-TIME POST: COUSIN'S DELIGHT PT 5 From: ericshon@aol.com (Eric Shon) Cousin's Delight Part 5 by Eric Shon I slept some more against the door of Uncle Don's van as we headed toward the golf course in the dark. I dreamed about his daughter, Carol. She appeared before me in a sheer white flowing gown, her face aglow with a smile. And then she appeared as she had when she was on top of me on the chaise lounge chair by the pool, just as my cock had finally slipped past her freshly broken hymen: her eyes closed to slits, a happy, yet slightly wicked smile playing across her lips. For all we had done the night earlier, the only thing I saw in my dream with any clarity was Carol's face. She had slid down to the base of my cock and lay there on top of me, the heat of her body coaxing my seed from me through my dick, her tight, wet, hot pussy enveloping me completely. And then I came. Or, at least I feared I had as I sat bolt upright in the front passenger seat of the Dodge van. "Bad dream, kid?" Uncle Don said without looking at me. The Sun was making its impending arrival known by lighting up the horizon to our left to a bright pink. As nonchalantly as I could I slipped my hand into a pocket and felt around my abdomen and my cock. I was hard as a rock from the dream, but for the thing I was most worried about.... I felt around a little more, and then, satisfied that I hadn't just doused the second of Uncle Don's loaned underpants with a sticky load of semen, I relaxed into the back of the seat and answered him. "No." "Well, if it was a good dream, I'd hate to see what your bad ones look like!" he said with a chuckle. Uncle Don was a good guy. He just didn't have a son, and I don't think he was as used to talking to boys as he was to girls my age. So his efforts at small talk seemed a little hesitant to me. "It's good you're awake. We're almost there." Great, I thought. Golf. I couldn't understand why people liked this game. It takes 4 hours to play a complete game...if you're any good at it...and there's absolutely no excitement to it at all. Just whacking a ball toward a hole barely twice the size of the ball, with no distractions or defending of the hole allowed, and the only obstacles are in the landscape around the hole. How much more difficult would the game be if there was somebody guarding the hole, like a goalie? Or if you had only a certain amount of time to hit the ball--like 10 seconds--before someone the size of a linebacker clotheslined you? Without any of that, how difficult a game could it be? DAMNED difficult!! That's how! Using rented clubs that Uncle Don sized for me, we practiced at the driving range for about a half-hour before his buddies showed up. In that time I was able to start making regular contact with the ball. Then we got to the first tee, and the nightmare commenced. My first few shots off the tees were pretty good, considering my experience. But the minute I began to think that I knew what I was doing, I learned how many different directions a ball can go off the face of a club! By the end of the ninth hole, I had lost so many of Uncle Don's balls that he had to stop at the club house to buy a dozen more! By the end of the round I was miserable. Uncle Don was in good spirits, and he kept telling me I did fine for my first try at golf, but he didn't realize how terrible I felt comparing my score to the worst score of all his buddies. As they were all finishing their last beers in the club house, and I my last Coke, I heard them talking about tee time for the following day, Tuesday, and Uncle Don said, "We'll make it..." I didn't think I could bear another day like that, and yet, I was strangely looking forward to another whack at that damn ball! But then one of Uncle Don's friends took him aside and was almost whispering to him, and I couldn't tell what they talked about. In the van on the way home Uncle Don was silent for a while. And then he spoke: "I'm sorry about today, Johnny. I should have spent a day working on the basics of the game instead of throwing you out on the course the first day." "Hey, it's OK," I replied. "I got real mad a couple of times, but toward the end I think I started to understand about some of the things you told me. I'm actually kind of looking forward to tomorrow." And I was. That's when the pained look came across his face. "That's just it, Johnny," he said, staring out at the road as it swept under the van. "The guys... they said... we just took too long to play today, and they were getting restless...." I knew it was coming, now. There was no way to make it pleasant. "They don't want you to play tomorrow, Johnny. I'm sorry." I started to feel like a heel, like I had maybe hurt Uncle Don's relationship with his golf buddies. But then he said, "I'm playing with them all week except for Friday, and then I'll take you out, just you and me, OK?" I nodded. "Until then, Carol is home during the day, and so are the other kids. You've all been getting along really well. You can think of something to do." BOY, COULD I! I cheered right up after that pep talk! We got home from the golf course a few minutes before Aunt Linda and Carol got back from the office, so Uncle Don paid the baby sitter who watched Tina, Bethy and Tyler. Actually the baby sitter was for Tyler. The two girls were old enough and responsible enough to stay at home without getting into trouble, but Aunt Linda was not confident enough to leave them in charge of Tyler. "Carol should be home any minute, Shell, if you want to stick around," Uncle Don said as he headed for the bathroom. "OK. Sure," she said, and sat on the rocking chair. I pictured Carol there as she was the day before, and started sprouting another erection. Since I had no room of my own there, I just stood in the middle of the living room trying not to look like I didn't know what to do. I heard Bethy and Tina splashing in the pool outside, and Tyler roaring like some kind of monster as he took a running start and jumped into the water. "Did he behave?" I asked, figuring he probably didn't. "Mm hmmm," she replied, her eyes only briefly meeting mine before darting away to the TV, which was off. "I'm J," I said, "Bethy and Tyler's brother." "I know...I mean, I figured..." she said. "Bethy and Tyler told me about you sometime today," she said with an absent minded flip of her wrist. "I'm Shelley." There was something kind of snotty about this girl. She seemed a little stuck up, but then I didn't know her at all, so who was I to say? "So you play golf?" she asked, perpetuating this poor example of a conversation. "Um...no. You really couldn't call it golf. What I was playing would have to be called 'Swearing At A Little Ball And Beating It Into The Ground With A Club.'" "Oh," was all she said, without even the faintest flicker of humor lighting her face. OK, I'm no comedian, so maybe it wasn't funny. When Uncle Don came out of the bathroom, I went in, carrying the jogging shorts he had lent me the night before, and my clean tank top Aunt Linda had laid out on the back of the couch. While I was in there I heard a couple of car door slams, some voices through the door, Carol's, Aunt Linda's, a screen door slam, some more voices, and quiet. I came out to find Uncle Don, Aunt Linda, Tina, Bethy, and Tyler all sitting down for the dinner that Aunt Linda had carried in from the car, but Carol was nowhere to be found, and Shelley was gone. "Hi J!" Aunt Linda nearly shouted. "Come to dinner! How was golf today?" I answered with a groan and a roll of my eyes. "That's the same thing Don said when he came home from his first round of golf. That's funny." Uncle Don laughed out loud, so I figured it was either true, or just funny to him, so I smiled. "You going again tomorrow?" I was about to answer her when Uncle Don spoke first. "He told me he'd prefer to stay here tomorrow and play in the pool with the kids." I was going to tell her what really happened, but I guess Uncle Don didn't want her to think his friends were jerks...which they probably were and which she probably already thought. "OK. Well, Carol went to have dinner and spend the night at Shelley's, so you'll probably have most of the day to yourself. And there'll probably be some of this food left over, so you can handle lunch by yourself, too. Is that OK?" I nodded as I shoveled food into my face. Golf makes you hungry. It wasn't until I was getting ready for bed that I started feeling a little upset that Carol was gone for the night. The past two nights she had been right there with me, and each time it had gotten better. But not just the sex. With all other girls I had ever been attracted to (and at 15, it's nearly every single one!), I pictured them in various stages of undress--ALWAYS--and always it was a full-body, head-to-toe image. But with Carol, even after the things we had done and how good they made me feel, all I could conjure up in my imagination was her face, smiling and laughing, and it made me feel warm inside. I just wanted to reach out and hold her. When the house was dark and everyone had turned in, I was tempted to sneak out by the pool to the secret hiding place where one could spy on Uncle Don and Aunt Linda doing what comes naturally, but thinking about that brought Carol to mind. With her face floating before my eyes, I fell asleep smiling because I had realized I was in love with her. The next morning I spent watching various shows on TV. It never failed. No matter what town I visited, it always had better cable than mine did. So around noon I was still in bed (on the hide-a-bed) when Carol came through the door. "Hi, J! Where are the guys?" "Bethy and Tina went shopping or something with Tina's friend Hayley and her mother. Said they'd be back by dinner time." A few seconds after Carol came through the door, her friend Shelley, the one I'd met the day before, followed. "Where's Tyler?" Carol asked. "Still asleep, I think." And then after a few more seconds, "Hi Shelley." "Hi, J." She smiled at me weakly, and blushed. She seemed a little less stuck up this time than she had the day before, but it was still like she was a thousand miles away. Carol disappeared down the hallway, leaving me with Shelley the Mystery, and a few minutes later she emerged from the hallway, and I heard a door shut down the hall. Carol went into the kitchen and made a bowl of cereal and left it on the table. Shortly after that, I heard the muffled flush of the toilet, and then Tyler came from the hallway. "Here ya go, sweetie," Carol said to him, gesturing to the cereal. Then she headed out the door, leaving Shelley with me, and said, "Be right back..." I looked at Shelley and shrugged, and then I excused myself for a quick shower. After toweling off, I put on my trunks and tank top and headed out for the kitchen. No one was in the living room when I went past it, and Tyler was still seated at the kitchen table, playing with the toy that came out of the box. I snatched up the box of cereal, Cap'n Crunch, and poured myself a bowl. While I was eating I heard giggles coming from down the hall. It was Carol and Shelley in Carol's room, apparently sharing some girl moment or other. The doorbell rang and, after the impulse to get up and answer the door passed, I sat and waited for Carol to get it (after all, it wasn't my house!). She called for Tyler to come to the door. I looked up to the door and saw a little boy, about Tyler's age, standing beyond the screen. "Tyler, this is Davey. He lives a couple doors down. He saw you playing out front yesterday and wants to know if you want to come over to his house and play." Tyler looked him over for a second, then nodded and said, "OK." Carol said, "Davey, did you already ask your mom?" He nodded. "She said it's OK?" He nodded. "OK. Tyler, you promise to behave?" Tyler nodded. "OK. You guys have fun." The boys left, and Carol padded barefoot to the phone in the kitchen and dialed a number. "Mrs. Coles? This is Carol, from down the street. Davey was just here and asked if my cousin could come over there to play. I asked him if it was OK with you and he said yes. It is? OK I just wanted to make sure. Just send him home whenever you get tired of him, OK? OK. Bye-bye." She placed the handset back on the wall unit, and smiled at me sweetly, and then returned to her room. I resumed my mid-day breakfast, and played with the cereal-box toy that Tyler had abandoned. After I scooped up the last puff of...whatever it is that Cap'n Crunch is made of, and drank the milk out of the bowl, I heard Carol's bedroom door open and the voices of the two girls as they approached the kitchen. When they rounded the corner in to the room, my heart nearly flew out of my throat! Carol was wearing a bright yellow bikini with little blue wavy lines spotted all over it, and it was a bit smaller and more revealing than the one I had seen her in two days before up at Lake Wetauga! This one accentuated the curves of her breasts and made them appear larger than they were, and they appeared as though they were going to fall out any second! And Shelley came around the corner in a green polka-dotted bikini that was just as revealing! Shelley had a little bit more baby fat clinging to her belly and thighs, but her tits were bigger than Carol's! "We're going to lay out by the pool, J," Carol said over her shoulder as she slid open the heavy glass door. "You can come out with us, if you'd like." "OK. I'll be a minute," I said, looking underneath the table to my trunks, already suspended above my abdomen by my stiff cock. "Right after my dick settles down," I didn't say out loud! After a few minutes of thinking about eating spinach, and trying to picture Old Lady Hatchford from down the street back home getting it on with Roy Fletcher, the mailman (there had been rumors, but they were in their sixties, for Christ's sake!), I was able to make it out to the pool. The girls were sitting on the edge with their feet in the water, making little splashing noises as they talked about whatever. I tossed my tank top onto the deck table that was out there and proceeded to commandeer the chaise lounge, even though it already had a towel on it. "Hey! I claimed that chair!" Carol shouted. "Move your feet, lose your seat" I retorted. Carol got to her feet and sped toward me, a smile on her face. "Give me back my chair!" I turned my back to her and lifted her towel to toss it aside when she reached me. She threw her hands out to either side of me and reached around for her towel. Her breasts and belly pressed softly against my back as I dangled the towel out of her reach. Then she pulled one arm back and pinched a tuft of hair from my armpit in her fingers and pulled hard. "OOOOOWWWW!!" I yelled, and I whirled around to face her. As I spun, she pushed me, and I fell backwards onto the chaise, and she fell with me. Instinctively, my hands flew to her waist as I fell, and when I landed softly on the chair, she was directly on top of me. "OK, you win," Carol said. "But you owe me!" she added with a wicked smile. As she lifted herself from my body, she placed her hands out for support--one on my chest, the other directly on my crotch! I felt her hand give a little squeeze, and I looked at her face and saw another wicked little gleam in her eyes. Carol and Shelley spread their towels out on the grass just off the patio and, amid chatter between the two, began to slather sun lotion all over themselves. After each one did the other's back (I was tempted to ask if I could do some!) Carol asked me if I needed the lotion, which I did. When it came time for my back, I was almost afraid to ask for help because Shelley was there, and I didn't' t know what she might think. "Um...Carol?" I said quietly. She turned around. "Could you help me?" She got up on her knees and said, "Sure!" She thumped Shelley on the thigh and said, "Come help me." Help her? I thought. Certainly Carol wasn't going to try something with her friend right here, was she? I lay on my belly. Carol poured the lotion straight onto my back, and when the cool liquid hit my skin I flinched. Then I felt Carol's warm hands begin to spread the lotion across my shoulders. She rubbed up and down the length of my back and around to my sides, and after a few minutes her action was more of a massage than anything else. It began to feel really nice, so I just lay there enjoying it. Her hands left my back suddenly, and I heard a couple of whispers, and then a sharply whispered "NO!" Just as I was about to ask what was wrong I felt hands on the backs of my thighs. I was about to tell Carol that I already put lotion there, but as I was taking the breath I heard Shelley's voice: "Carol, what are you doing?!" And then I felt the hands slip underneath the hem line of my shorts. "I want to show you something," Carol said. "What we were talking about last night." "What?!" Just then Carol's hands slid all the way up to my buttocks and her thumbs dipped down between my thighs and stroked the back of my balls. I stiffened instantly, uncomfortably so, and I adjusted my midsection on the lounge to accommodate. "Watch this," I heard Carol say, almost in a whisper. "Here. Roll over, J." She pulled at my shoulder and waist. I wasn't sure what she was up to, but I rolled over anyway, my cock tenting out my trunks proudly. Shelley didn't say anything, but her eyes spoke her mind when they caught view of the new dimensions of my trunks! Carol leaned down and took my nipple in her mouth and licked and sucked it briefly. The sudden sensation caused my dick to twitch involuntarily, which elicited a gasp from Shelley. "Isn't it neat?" "Carol, we shouldn't be doing this," Shelley whispered, her breath coming in deep, shivering rhythm. Carol was rubbing her hand up and down my lotion-slick chest, her thumb absently toying with a nipple. "Come on, Shell. You said last night you wanted to learn. What better time than right now?" And without further word she slid her other hand under the waistband of my trunks and pulled them down the length of my thighs. My cock sprang free of the trunks and stood proudly at attention before the two teenage girls. Shelley's eyes widened dramatically, probably because this was the first erect penis she had ever seen. Carol looked at me. "J, will you help me teach Shelley how to make your thingie shoot out that white stuff?" Shelley's head snapped around to Carol as though she didn't believe what she had just said. At this point I would have agreed to cutting off my own hand had they asked me! I could only muster a tiny nod of my head. "Cool!" Carol shouted. She turned her head away from my face and looked at Shelley, who had been sitting beside my thigh the whole time. "Watch me." I felt Carol's hand wrap around my shaft as she pulled herself up and rested her chest against my side. After a few electric moments I felt her tongue slide slowly across the very tip of my dick. >From my vantage point all I could see was the back of Carol's head and her back and shoulders...and Shelley's face from her eyes up. As Carol's tongue slid around the head of my dick, Shelley's eyes went wide with surprise. I felt Carol's tongue swirl around a few times, and then she pressed her lips against it and pushed her head down onto my cock. Shelley's eyes blinked slowly, and as Carol's head revealed more of Shelley to me, I noticed that Shelley was licking her lips. Carol slid about half of the length of my cock into her mouth and then pulled it back out, sucking hard the whole way up. My buttocks squeezed as the sensation rippled through my body, and a pleased grunt escaped my lips. "See? He likes it! You try it." Shelley's eyes went wide again as she looked at Carol. She looked down and noticed that her hand was on my thigh. Carol lifted herself off of me, and past my cock I could see Shelley's eyes darting back and forth from my eyes to my cock, to Carol and back, all the while licking her lips in uncertainty. "Come on, Shell. When are you going to get a shot like this again? We're willing to teach you! You told me last night you wanted to learn how..." I could see Shelley's resistance break down behind her eyes. She leaned a little forward, then looked Carol in the eyes and nodded her head. Carol reached around behind herself, untied her bikini top, and removed it. "Take yours off, Shelley," she said as she reached forward and untied it in the front for her. "He likes to look at titties." Carol pulled Shelley's top off of her shoulders, exposing the girl's beautiful breasts to me. "There. You like 'em, J?" I nodded weakly. "See?" After an initial shyness, Shelley discarded her fear of exposure and concentrated on the lesson. "This is where he's most sensitive," Carol said, pointing to the base of the head on the underside of my dick. "You lick him there." Shelley's tongue slid out tentatively, like a turtle from its shell, and she leaned forward. Impatient to close the gap, I tried raising my hips to her tongue, but Carol gently pushed me down. "She'll get there, J..." The closer Shelley got to my cock, the closer Carol leaned in. At the last second, Carol gripped my dick in her fingers and held it steady for Shelley. Shelley's tongue made contact with the thin membrane that stretches from the head to the shaft with an electric jolt like I'd never felt before. I shuddered, causing Shelley to rear back. "It's OK," Carol said to her. "It's VERY sensitive." Shelley returned to my dick, this time a little bolder. She began to lick up and down the shaft with some confidence, causing my hips to undulate barely within my control. "OK, now put it in your mouth." Carol slid around to where she was next to Shelley, watching her closely. Shelley repositioned herself so that her head was above my cock, and she grasped the base tentatively. She closed her eyes and lowered her head to my penis. As her lips neared the head, they parted almost enough to let it pass through, but not quite. The circumference of my dick was just slightly more than her opened lips, and when they made contact, my dick slid exquisitely against and past Shelley's soft lips. I let out a low groan, and Shelley's eyes opened and met mine. I smiled at her, and her eyes smiled back. "OK, now suck on it," encouraged Carol. Shelley complied, her cheeks hollowing slightly as her applied suction went to work on me. It felt good at first, but then she was only sucking on it like a baby on a bottle. "No, you have to go up and down," Carol admonished. Shelley looked at her with uncertainty--the student trying to accept correction from the teacher--and began to bob her head up and down on my pole. "No. That's not it." I didn't recall complaining. "Here, let me show you." Carol grabbed the base of my cock where Shelley's hand was, and Shelley relinquished control of it to her. Carol swiftly consumed my cock and began an intricate sucking/licking/bobbing motion on me, and my reaction was immediate, my hips grinding upward to push more of myself into her face. She pulled back, her mouth popping off of me. "See how much he liked that? You have to do everything at the same time. "Lick..." She lowered her head onto my cock again, taking me in about halfway down my shaft. Then her tongue danced all over my cock inside her mouth, her cheeks poking out where her tongue hit them, visible evidence to a third party that something was definitely going on inside her mouth! "Suck..." She again took my cock deeply into her mouth, this time the tip hitting the back of her throat. I felt the air evacuate from her mouth as she began an incredibly slow suctioning on my dick as she pulled her mouth off of it! "Uunngghh!!" The grunt came from deep within me, my head driving back into the cushion of the chaise, my fists gripping the arms of it. Carol reached the tip of my cock with her lips, her cheeks hollowed deeply, and ended the motion with a soft kiss on the very tip. "Bounce." Carol slipped her mouth over the entire length of my cock again, this time just bobbing her head up and down, merely sliding her lips along my shaft. She quickly pulled off again, looked at Shelley, and said, "put them all together..." and slid her face back down until I hit her throat again. She indeed put them all together, resuming her intricate combination of lick, suck, and bounce, and again my hips thrust upward into her face as she drove me wild. After about five of these incredible strokes, she lifted her face off of me again, looked at Shelley, and said, "Your turn." Still tentative, Shelley slowly lowered her face down over my cock, her lips again caressing my head and shaft as she slid down. I could almost hear her recounting Carol's lesson in her head...she paused for a moment, and then I felt her tongue go to work on my shaft inside her mouth. A few moments later, she pulled away from me a little, the suctioning rather intense, and then she reversed the direction of her head and commenced the "bounce." "Mmmmm," escaped my lips, and she looked up into my eyes. I smiled a smile of intense pleasure, which must have been the perfect encouragement, for she doubled her efforts and picked up speed. "NNGGGOOOCK!!" She was instantly as good as Carol had ever been in the two days since she first sucked a cock. Again I was driving my hips upward into a lovely face. "Slow down, hot shot!" I thought Carol was talking to me. "You're gonna make him come that way!" God was she right about that! "I want you to SEE him come before you ever try to take it in your mouth--so you can understand what happens." She pulled softly on Shelley's shoulders to get her to stop what surely would've lasted only another 20 or 30 seconds! As Shelley reared back to an upright position, I could see a gleam in her eye, a gleam that meant she enjoyed what she had just done, that meant she wanted to keep doing it, and somehow I read a sensation of power in them, too. "Don't we want to make him come?" Shelley asked Carol. "Of course we do! But you have to be able to read the signs so you know when it's coming." There are signs? All I ever knew was that I went totally rigid, I stopped breathing momentarily, and my cock exploded. Signs? Carol lowered her face back onto my cock and continued in a slow blow job. My body went limp from the pleasure, but sprang rigid again as my cock spasmed against her ministrations. "See? When it twitches, that means he's getting close. You try." Shelley lowered her face to replace Carol's, and almost immediately she was rewarded with another spasm. It was interesting to see how quickly she had achieved proficiency at giving head in her first lesson with only a few hints from Carol, and to see how different each girl's mouth felt despite the fact that they were both using basically the same technique. Shelley followed the same pace that Carol had established, but closed her mouth tighter on my dick. My eyes were closed, but I could see her pretty face consuming my pecker. My dick spasmed again, a little stronger this time, and Shelley pulled off. "I felt him twitch. How long until he shoots his stuff out?" "That depends on how bad you want it!" Carol grasped my dick and pushed it forward to my belly, then reached out to fondle my balls. I jumped as though I had been hit with a cattle prod. "Pay attention to these, too. When he's getting ready to shoot, they bunch up real tight against his body." She looked at Shelley and smiled. "He likes this, too..." Carol bent her head down and started licking my balls while her hand gently stroked my prick. Without looking at her, Carol said to Shelley, "Suck his cock while I do this." She released my cock and Shelley grabbed it up again to steer it toward her mouth. Her eyes blazed with excitement as she watched my cock pass down along her face, and then she closed them as my cock passed her lips again. At this same time, Carol's mouth resumed it's caresses of my testicles. The combined pleasures on my cock and my balls was beyond anything I could have ever dreamed of! My hips started jumping off of the chaise from the ping-pong of pleasures that wracked my entire body. My balls must have snugged up close to my body because Carol jumped up and said, "OK. He's almost there!" She grabbed the base of my cock and stroked as Shelley sucked mercilessly on the rest of it. Carol pulled her off of it and sucked it into her own mouth. She bobbed on just the head a few times. I felt like I was hurtling toward a brick wall in a Ferrari with no brakes! Carol popped her mouth off of me and said to Shelley, "The last warning you get before he comes...the head of his thingie grows real hard real fast. Here, check it out." Shelley immediately dived onto my cock and bobbed on the head just like Carol had. The head at the other end of my body began thrashing about, and I began moaning, "Oh, Jeezus! OH JEEEZUS!" "OK, get ready!" Carol almost shouted. Subject: FIRST-TIME POST: COUSIN'S DELIGHT PT 5a From: ericshon@aol.com (Eric Shon) Cousin's Delight Part 5a by Eric Shon "OK, get ready!" Carol almost shouted. Shelley pulled her face off of my cock and Carol began to stroke my cock feverishly with one hand while her other fondled my balls again. She reached for Shelley's hand and pulled it to my cock, showing her what to do. Shelley's hand became a blur as she saw me writhing in ecstasy from her touch. I felt the head of my cock expand under her fingers, and I just went kind of blank. "OHHHHMYGODDDD--UUHHH!" I only heard it, but I know it came from my mouth right before the biggest load of jism of my life to that point gushed forth from the purple head of my cock! It wasn't intentional, but Shelley had the thing aimed right at my face, and when that first spurt arced through the air and splattered across my nose, forehead and hair, Carol and I started giggling, while Shelley continued pumping. Powerful gushes continued to spurt forth from my loins, but none as powerful as the first, and most of the rest of my spunk landed on my chest, the last of it dribbling down over Shelley's fingers and onto my abdomen. Carol giggled some more, then stood up to move to Shelley's other side. "Here's something I hadn't thought of." She kneeled again, this time beside my chest, and began to lap up the sperm lying on my belly and chest. Shelley just watched her, licking her lips. "Come on. Have a taste." Shelley stood up walked up to the head of the chaise, and stood over me, looking into my eyes. "Thank you for the lesson, J." She knelt and kissed me full on the mouth, her tongue probing past my lips and finding my tongue immediately. She broke it off quickly, though, leaving me panting for more, and proceeded to kiss and lick the cum off of my nose, and forehead. That was another intense feeling, and her position gave me perfect access to her perky breasts, their nipples proudly erect in her excitement. I reached for them with both hands, and when I found them, Shelley grunted and fell against me, grinding her chest into my hands. She grabbed me by the cheeks and pinned my head to the cushion and slid her titties up to my mouth. I squeezed them together and guided both nipples to my mouth. Her tits weren't big enough to get both nips in, but I ping-ponged my mouth between them, only inches apart, suckling and groaning and mewling enraptured delight. Below Shelley, I could still feel Carol's mouth licking my chest, darting around my nipples. Her hand began to caress my still rigid penis, dipping occasionally to my balls. I felt her lips kiss and nibble their way back down, and then engulf my cock, sucking the last remaining drops of cum that didn't get pumped out in my orgasm. Shelley was still writhing her breasts around on my face, and then my cock was abandoned. "Shelley, we're not done, yet," Carol said, obstructed from my view. Shelley raised up off of my face, and I saw Carol standing there, completely naked, her bikini bottoms dangling from her fingers. "Take off your bottoms. He can do the same for you." Shelley looked at Carol wide-eyed, and then at me. Carol said, "Come on, sweetie." She advanced to Shelley and brazenly pulled the girl's bikini panties down over her thighs and past her knees. Shelley nervously stepped out of them. Her bush was in need of a trim, but it was still well behaved. And, from what I could see of it, it was sopping wet! At first it seemed like an impulse to cover it up, but when Shelley's hand touched her pussy, she jumped from the touch, and began frigging herself gently. "J'll stay right where he is, Shel. You get on the chair and crawl up 'til your pussy is right over his face. He'll do the rest." My mouth began watering instantly! All inhibition gone from the girl at the moment, she straddled my chest and knee-walked her way up toward my face. I looked up at her as she looked down at me. Her eyes were aglaze with wanton passion as they peered into mine past her proud titties and down her belly. Her pussy lips brushed my chin, and she threw her head back into the clear blue Summer sky. I tilted my head forward and brushed my lips against hers, and was immediately rewarded with a fresh drool of pussy juice that soaked my face. I snaked my tongue out and found wet, hot, furry flesh. I reached up and grabbed her ass cheeks and ground my mouth against her fuzzy mound, my tongue searching for that mysterious button I had only learned about the night before. I didn't feel it right away, but I knew I had hit it because her whole body spasmed so hard my jaw almost broke! As she started working her hips back and forth over my face, I could barely make out her hands playing over her own breasts. Suddenly I felt a hand on my chest, and then pressure on either side of my belly. Another hand grabbed my cock, and then my vision went white as I felt Carol's hot, wet pussy absorb my still hard, still throbbing cock. I moaned my pleasure into Shelley's pussy, the vibrations of which sent her over the top. Muffled by her thighs, I barely heard her shudder, gasp, and then almost whisper, "Oh god...I think I'm gon...AAAAAIIIIIIIEEEEEAAAAAHHHHHH!!" Shelley began to buck violently on my nose, tongue, and chin. I felt her fingers course through my hair and then clench at the back of my head. I looked up and saw her head bent down, her chin on her chest, her eyes clenched shut, her whole body rocking to the rhythm of her orgasm, her hips gyrating ruthlessly over my face. After a few moments she relaxed, supporting her weight on her hands placed on either side of my head. I looked up at her and smiled sheepishly. I darted my tongue out to her clit again, and her eyes rolled back into their sockets, and she licked her lips. On the other end, I felt the relative cool of the Summer air replace the heat of Carol's pussy around my cock. Shelley's eyes were closed, so she couldn't register my confusion and disappointment. Then Carol came up and spoke softly in her ear, "Why don't you slide down and lay on top of him and cuddle a little. He likes the feel of your titties on his chest. Shelley opened her eyes and she appeared to me as some of my friends at school did when they had been off for a toke. Her eyes were glassy, and she had this pleasant, satisfied look on her face. She slowly slid back down my body, leaving a slippery trail of her cum juices along my chest. Carol seemed to be guiding Shelley, and just as her breasts slid over my face, I felt Carol's hand on my cock again. This time, unknown to Shelley, Carol was guiding my cock right into her wet, slippery pussy! I looked up at Shelley again just in time to see Carol place her hand on Shelley's shoulder, at the same moment I felt the heat of Shelley's pussy near and brush the head of my cock. Shelley's eyes popped open just as Carol gripped her shoulder, and my cock slipped into her hot sluice. It was so wet and slick that there was almost no resistance up until I hit her maidenhead. I felt Shelley tense up, but Carol prevailed and cruelly forced Shelley down onto my rigid tool. Shelley's eyes bugged a little, but then a brief smile played across her lips, and I felt a tight ring squeeze and then give way around my cock deep inside Shelley's pussy. I suspected that losing her cherry was not as painful for Shelley as she had thought it would be. She lay on my chest a few minutes and then she began to gently rock to and fro. In a few short moments Shelley was fucking my cock with an abandon I would never have suspected her capable of from seeing her the night before. Just as I felt the first tingles of an approaching orgasm, Carol caressed Shelley's shoulders and said, "OK, Shel, I want some, too." Shelley stopped sliding herself up and down my cock, looked me in the eye, and bent down and gave me one of the most memorable, passionate kisses I have ever had. She raised her ass into the air and I felt my heavy cock pop out of her pussy. Carol grabbed my arm and pulled me up. She lay on the chaise and spread her legs wide, looking me right in the eye. "OK, you can fuck me now, J." I knelt on the chaise between my cousin's legs. I leaned down and grabbed a tit in one hand while supporting my weight with the other, and I commenced sucking on the other tittie. After a few moments of this I felt a hand caressing my ass, and then another reaching around and stroking my cock. I started grinding my hips into Shelley's hand, but then she started pulling me forward, guiding me to Carol's pussy! Shelley climbed onto the chaise behind me and was resting on her elbows, steering my cock, eager to return the favor Carol had paid her. Just as the head of my cock spread Carol's pussy lips, Shelley reared up and, with both hands on my ass, shoved me into Carol as hard as she could! "OOooff!" both Carol and I grunted, as every bit of my cock schlopped into her deep, wet pussy. We all three giggled a bit until Carol hunched her hips up and back, sending chills up my spine. I took her hint and began see-sawing my hips back and forth, driving my cock deep inside her pussy, and pulling it back out almost all the way. She wrapped her arms around my neck and suckled on my ear. I pinned her to the cushion with my chest as my hips pounded out their rhythm of passion against my cousin's virginal vulva. Shelley's hands were all over my ass and balls, and Carol's ass and pussy. Every once in a while I felt her grasp my sac for a few seconds as if weighing my testicles. Carol lay back and shut her eyes, her passion coming out in a long moan punctuated by the impact of my pelvis crashing into hers. I felt the tingle start somewhere in the nether regions of my body, and my pace quickened as I began to visualize emptying myself into my cousin once again. Very quickly Carol's legs went up around my waist and pulled me down hard into her. "Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, uh, uh...uh....UH... UUHHHHHOOHHHHYYYEEAAAHHH!!!!" I just held myself motionless as Carol, her legs locked around my waist, rocked her hips violently against me and rode out her orgasm. As her strength subsided, I resumed my pistoning, revitalizing that tingle, and headed for my own orgasm. I could feel the pressure building. Suddenly I felt Shelley's hand on my balls again, and she said, "You're about to come! Don't come yet!" I reluctantly pulled my very stiff cock out of my cousin's pussy and sat on the edge of the chaise, figuring I'd let Carol get up, and let Shelley take her place for the same position. Instead, Shelley turned her back to me, put her butt in my face, grabbed a knee in each hand, and lowered herself to my lap. She bounced around a bit, but finally found the head of my dick with her hole, and began stuffing it inside her. I leaned back a little to allow her the room to maneuver, but not so far that I couldn't reach around and rub her breasts, which I did. The change in position and sensation on my cock had tamed it a bit, but Shelley's bouncing up and down, taking the whole of my cock into her pussy with each downward thrust was quickly building up the pressure again! Shelley reached between her legs and fondled my balls again, and this time said, "Carol! He's gonna come! Help me make him come again!" With that, Shelley slid up off of my dick, the tightness of her young pussy actually making a popping noise when her lips cleared the head! She twirled around and dropped to her knees, immediately dropping her face to my lap and engulfing my cock. Carol, smiling, simply reached down and massaged my balls. Shelley's technique was already as good as Carol's despite that she had literally half Carol's experience! As her head bobbed up and down, I could feel her tongue whirring away at the underside of my dick, taking extra special care to diddle the sensitive ridge right at the rim where the "helmet" comes to a point. The girl didn't miss a word of what Carol told her! I felt my balls as they clenched up close to my body, and my hands involuntarily went to the back of Shelley's head and massaged her hair as I pumped my cock up into her hot mouth. Carol sat down next to me, legs off to the side of the chaise, still fondling my balls with one hand, the other pulling my head down to suck on her firm little breasts. My orgasm began as a long tensing of the lower half of my body. I moaned into Carol's chest as my legs flexed open. I gripped the back of Shelley's head by the hair, almost certain I was causing her pain that I did not wish to inflict. Suddenly the head of my cock expanded inside Shelley's mouth to what felt like twice its normal size. I grunted loudly into Carol's chest and started to pull away, but she wrapped her arms around my head and buried my face deeper into her breasts. I screamed into her as the first gush burst forth from my cock and emptied into Shelley's mouth. I looked at her face as it splashed against her throat. Her eyes were wide as she tried to swallow the hot broth, and then they squinted shut as the next spurt hit, and then the next, and the next. She instinctively pulled back to allow more space in her mouth for cum, but then her lips were directly caressing the super-sensitive ridge on the underside of my cock, which intensified the pleasure a hundredfold, and just as the last dribble of cum oozed onto her tongue, the renewed sensation, and the highly erotic occasion caused another orgasm, not near as much semen, just a few dribbles, but certainly as intense as the first one, but so sudden and unexpected, and GOOD, that tears welled up in my eyes and I nearly started sobbing from pleasure! With a groan I collapsed back onto the chaise. Carol fell back with me. Shelley, with her chin covered in saliva and my jism, continued to suck on my penis. It was still hard, but it didn't have the same angry red hue to it like it does BEFORE orgasm. But she sucked on it good and hard for a while. After we regained our strength we all took a dip in the pool to rinse the cum and sweat from our bodies, only to go at it again on the beach towels on the grass. Soon after, Bethy and Tina came home from shopping, so we just sort of hung around the house with these stupid grins on our faces all afternoon. That evening Carol got permission to let Shelley spend the night, and after coming out individually to the living room where I was bunked to tease me several times, Carol finally sneaked me into her room where we all three pleasured each other again. I thought I was dead when we heard a knock on the door. It was Uncle Don telling the girls to knock off the giggling. It's a good thing he didn't realize the giggling was caused by his nephew tonguing their pussies on his daughter's bed! The rest of the week all the kids stayed home to play in the pool, and Shelley had to stay at home, so nothing more happened other than Carol coming out of her room at night and visiting me in my hide-a-bed, or taking me (literally!) outside. That Friday I went back to the golf course with Uncle Don, and he showed me a few pointers for the game, but my mind was on a different sort of club, and a different sort of hole, so, needless to say, I never learned the game of golf that Summer. My parents arrived that Saturday afternoon, spent the night in the hide-a-bed, exiling me to the floor. The next morning we all splashed around in the pool. I cringed when my Mom laid out on the very same chaise lounge where her son and her niece had fucked on several occasions, and initiated an innocent girl to the joys of carnal pleasure. The same afternoon we headed back home, Bethy, Tyler, and me, with our parents. The next Summer at the picnic I learned that Carol was going out with a boy from her school, and that they seemed pretty serious...as serious as 15 year-olds can be. Regardless, she didn't seem to be interested in me like she had been the years before. She did seem to have a twinkle in her eye, the recognition of what we had done for each other one year earlier. The year after that I had a girlfriend of my own, and we were pretty serious. As a matter of fact we went off to the same college and lived together from sophomore year until a few months after graduation, talking marriage the entire time. With careers and marriage, Carol and I have wound up on opposite sides of the country from each other, and we haven't so much as sent a Christmas card since the second year after we discovered sex together. I stopped going to the family picnics when I started college...it was just too much effort to get to Lake Wetauga from school (I worked my Summers in the tech lab), and it just became too painful for the families after Aunt Linda died. But recently, Dad announced that he wanted to do it again for old times sake. Uncle Don said he'd be there with his new wife, and the girls said they'd come along to help introduce her to the family. My wife's busy with her dissertation this Summer, so she wants me out of the house for a while, so I'll go to Lake Wetauga. Yeah. For old times sake. Author: Eric Shon -- CJ Remove the "AGIS-SUCKS." from my address to e-mail me. I don't write any stories. I'm just a reader, and sometimes a reposter. -- +--------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `------------+ | story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us | story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us | | Archive site +--------------------+------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | \ .../assm/faq.html> /