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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

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.