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Date: Fri, 02 Dec 2005 15:01:09 +0000
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COUSIN LOVE PART 5 OF 7 Driving along the back road to pick up the twins, I was
glad I had left early. They wouldn't be finished with their practice for
another half hour or so, and the extra time alone was a relief. I needed to
think. This house sitting job was going way beyond my wildest dreams, and I
knew I could screw Lisa that night if I was gentle with her and didn't rush
things. The words "rush" and "gentle" didn't seem to be in the twin's
vocabulary, however. They had been teasers for two days, and they really seemed
to want it bad, even begging to be fucked. And I couldn't wait to see what sort
of "nature video" little Kim would produce. God, I thought, in two days I had
become a real pervert! Here I was, seventeen years old, and hoping that my
little nine year old cousin would put on a show for me on camera. She said she
played with herself all the time, and would probably demonstrate that as well,
and all because I wouldn't let her do it in front of me. No, it can't be she
wouldn't really pose nude in a video. I'm just imagining things. As I turned a
corner, I was jolted back to reality when suddenly a bike appeared right in
front of me. I quickly veered the car in a re-flex action, glad that there was
hardly any traffic on the back coun-try road. The bike rider heard the screech
of my tires and tried to avoid the car by darting to the shoulder, but skidded
on the gravel and fell. I regained control of the car and pulled off to the
side of the road to check on the fallen rider. A young girl lay beside the bike
gripping her knee in pain.
It was Lisa's friend Jenny! "Oh my God, Jenny, are you alright?" I asked. "I
didn't see you until it was too late." "Tim, it's you!" she shouted excitedly,
momentarily forgetting her pain. "Yeah, I think I'm OK." "Here, let me have a
look," I said. "Let's get you out of the road. Hold on to me and we'll go over
to that grassy spot over there." I helped her to her feet, and she hobbled along
at my side with her arm around my shoulder. We ended at a small clearing about
20 yards from the deserted country road, and I let her down carefully on the
grass. Jenny was wearing cutoff jeans and a bright tie-dyed tee shirt.
She looked so helpless there, gripping her right leg. "I'm sorry, Jenny," I
said, "but my mind wasn't on the road, and with that blind corner and all..."
"Don't worry about it, Tim," she interrupted, "it's O.K. My leg is starting to
feel a little better now." "Let me massage your knee to make the pain go away,"
I said, reach-ing down with both hands to sooth her right leg. Jenny lay back
flat on the grass with her arms at her sides, allowing my hands to knead her
firm young leg. My hands rode up past her knee to exert a gentle pressure up
higher, and my right hand went to her sensitive inner thigh, just inches from
the bottom of her cutoffs. I was glad that her leg was feeling better, and I
began to feel quite a bit better as well. "Hmmm, that's nice," she purred. Still
feeling her supple flesh and grazing the denim of her shorts with my index
finger, I told her, "Hey, Jenny, thanks for setting up Lisa so I could sneak a
peek at her." "No problem. I thought you should see how grown up she is." Jenny
replied. "She really likes you, but she's afraid you don't like her because
she's only twelve. But at least she has a body, not like me." "Oh, come on,
Jenny," I reassured her, "I think you have a very sexy body too." "You think
so?" she asked hopefully, looking straight at me with a longing gaze. "Oh,
yeah," I continued, "your legs, well, they fee- look really, uh, nice." She
smiled in reaction to my complement. Then a thoughtful pause preceded her next
words. "You know, I think I hurt my bottom when I fell. Would you rub it too?"
Without waiting for my response, she hurriedly rolled over on her stomach. I
couldn't resist, knowing I was beginning to get Jenny turned on with my touch.
"How's this?" I asked, fondling her tiny tight buns. "Ohhh, Tim, that feels sooo
good," she moaned, beginning to squirm in pleasure under my hands. I kept up the
"therapeutic" massage, in-creasing the pressure, squeezing her ass. It was so
petite that each hand could easily encompass her matching cheeks, and I moved my
thumbs together between her thighs, firmly pushing against her crotch.
Jenny rocked slowly with each squeeze, spreading her thighs further apart and
raising her pelvis off the grass. She was burning up now, judging by the heat
radiating from her pussy. Her tee shirt rose up a bit, and I could see those
faint dimples on her lower back, just above each cheek. "Gosh, Tim, I think
you're wonderful." she said softly.
"Umm, I mean, you're being so nice to me, and I sort of, uh, like you too.
Please don't tell Lisa I told you, though. She'd have a fit. She is my best
friend, after all." "Don't worry, Jenny," I reassured her, "this will be our
little secret. Hey, you were the one who gave me the chance to look at her nude.
She does look grown up now, but...is she really? I mean, do ya think she'd wanna
DO anything...ya know?" It was easier for both of us to speak freely with her
facing down, avoiding eye contact. I gave an extra push with my thumbs along her
denim covered crotch after my last question. She let out a gasp of air and
actually pushed back at me! "Well, she likes you a lot, but," she replied,
pausing briefly, "I don't think she'd do everything." "What do you mean?" I
asked. "She got really grossed out by one thing we read about in a book... I'd
do it, though. It sounds naughty, but boys like it a lot, I bet." Having
listened to their phone conversation, I knew exactly what that "one thing" was,
and there was no question that THIS boy would like it. I had to try! I became
focused on the idea of this hot twelve year old girl's lips around my cock. "Hey
Jenny," I whispered, "tell me about it. What would you do that Lisa wouldn't?"
"If you promise not to tell Lisa," Jenny responded cautiously, "I'll... well,
I'll show you, if you want me to. But I've never done it before, so if you
could, sorta, tell me if I'm doin' it right, I'll try it if you want. I'll suck
on your p-penis." "Oh, wow, Jenny! Would you really? I'd love it if you would,
since Lisa's too afraid." She had sounded so proud that she would do some-thing
that her more developed friend wouldn't do, that I added the last remark as
encouragement. "OK, but don't laugh at me if I don't do it right," she said, turn-
ing around, sitting upright facing me. Of course I had only seen it done in my
video-not being the best judge, but I wasn't about to let her know this. We
hadn't even kissed yet. Hell, I didn't even know her last name! But I wanted it
so badly, I quickly unzipped my shorts, fumbling to pull my erect cock through
the flap of my jockey underwear. Her eyes widened in awe at the sight of my
reddened, hard dick springing out just inches in front of her face, as I knelt
close to her. "Just hold it with your hand here," I instructed her, wrapping her
tiny fingers around the base of my cock, "a little tighter, and move your hand
up and down like this." My hand was guiding hers up and down the base of my
cock. It was great to be the teacher to this eager student. "Now move your head
closer, and lick the tip. Yesss, like that!" I wished I had a camera, because
Jenny's fresh young face licking my dick was ten times better looking than the
sluts in the video. "Now open your mouth and suck on it up and down, while
moving your hand too. Try to get as much of it in your mouth as you can manage,
Jenny, ahhh, yeah, back and forth, OUCH! Hey Jenny, try not to scrape me with
your teeth, OK?" Taking my cock out of her sucking mouth for a second, she
looked up apologetically, saying, "I'm sorry, Tim, I'll try not to... But, d-do
you like it? Am I doin' it OK? Does it feel right?" "Oh, God, yes Jenny. You're
doing it great!" Gaining in confidence and engrossed with the sight and feeling
of my dick moving slowly in and out of her gripping mouth, I reached my hands
around her head and pushed it toward me on each stroke. She responded
instinctively, in-creasing the pace and sucking harder, letting out little
grunting noises when the back of her throat welcomed my cock on every thrust.
"Ugghh, Uhh, Ugghh, Jenny, YES, I'm gonna... y-you don't h-have to take my cum
in your mouth, if..." She was consumed with the naughty passion of the moment,
however, refusing to stop her wonderful suction. She opened her eyes to mine and
just nodded her head, yes, to my concerned warning. "OOhhh, Jennyyyy, you're
great, ugghh, here it comes! Oh, yeah!" My cock was erupting deep in her mouth
now, and she began to gag a little, but still kept up her new found skill,
wanting to do it right-all of it. Because I had cum over Terri just a few hours
before, the volume of my jism was mercifully conservative.
Some of it slid out of the corner of her lips, down the length of my cock. After
several more forceful thrusts I finished, withdrawing my shrinking tool from her
still gripping mouth. I could see her throat muscles moving as she tried to
swallow my juice, but her gag reflex took control. Jenny looked a little
frightened and embarrassed as she turned to the side to spit out the rest.
Reaching down, I cradled her in a hug filled with warmth and gra-titude. "God,
Jenny, that was great, really! I'm glad you weren't too scared to do it." "Thank
you, Tim, it was neat! Except maybe for the last part, you know," she replied,
staring into my eyes, enjoying their half-closed contentment. "But, please, you
promised not to tell Lisa. She'd hate me if she knew. I just had to see what it
was like." "I know, Jenny, I swear I won't tell," I said, feeling strangely
pleased that I was the one promising not to "tell." I stood up, lifting her
along with me, saying, "I have to pick up the twins now. Are you sure your leg
is OK to ride?" "I feel a lot better...now," she giggled back at me
mischievously. "Do you think we could, um, meet here again sometime? I want to
try other things too! Please, Tim?" "I'd LOVE to, Jenny," I quickly responded
enthusiastically, unable to believe my good fortune.
"How about next week, same time, before I pick up the twins." "Yeah," she said,
"I want you to teach me everything," emphasizing her last word excitedly with a
naughty, little girl smile. "It would be my pleasure-and your's too, Jenny!" We
both laughed at my feeble attempt at humor, waving goodby like old friends. On
the way to the recreation field, I heard myself repeating over and over like a
mantra, "I got my first blow job, I got my first blow job,..." I also had to
admit that it was even more exciting coming from a sweet young twelve year old
girl. Two days surrounded by sexy and teasing preteen girls, together with my
own pent up horniness, had turned my mind inside out. I knew now that I wanted
them all, even little Kimmy! A lust-crazed demon had taken possession of my facul-
ties, and my cock was its willing servant. I had to act out a display of
disapproving anger at the twins for putting on that game of show-and-tell for
their friends. Actually, I had become rather turned on thinking about those
innocent young girls staring eagerly at my cum on Terri's cute little tummy.
After giving them a stern look, I ordered Terri into the back seat and Sue up
front to separate them as a kind of punishment. I told them what kind of trouble
they'd be in if they or their friends told anyone else what happened, knowing
full well that I would be the one up shit's creek if the story got out. "But we
just showed our closest friends, Tim," Sue said apologetically next to me, "you
know, the girls who are coming over Wednesday." "I'm not so sure there's gonna
be a swim party Wednesday. Look, I don't think I can trust you girls to act
mature enough," I told her, knowing I would probably be nominated for an Oscar
if this were a movie. "Oh, come on Tim, that isn't fair," Terri whined
annoyingly, hanging over my head rest. "Terri, lie down on the back seat and be
quiet! I don't want to hear anything more from you," I scolded her. "Oh, pooh,"
she pouted, lying down out of sight obediently. Sue looked over at me and softly
said, "We really are sorry, Tim, we'll be good from now on." Little did she know
that the phrase, "we'll be good," meant something entirely different to my ears.
I was hoping that both of them really would be "good!" I figured this would be a
great opportunity to send them to their room early tonight, leaving me more time
with their older sister. "Well, we'll see if you two can live up to that
promise. Tonight I want you both in bed by nine, and if I catch you outside your
room, the pool party is off." "OK, Tim, we'll do it, but please don't be mad,"
Sue said, looking like a lost puppy. "Now, now, don't look so sad, I forgive
you," I said, reaching out my right hand to pat her leg. The patting soon
stopped, and I left my hand there, caressing that firm flesh further up under
her cheerleader skirt. She looked down at my disappearing hand quizzically, then
back at my leering face. I quickly lifted my left hand from the steering wheel,
crossing my forefinger across my lips in the universal sign of `quiet.' She
grasped my meaning immediately, looking over at her sister in the back seat.
Terri was still pouting, facing away from us. I slowly slid my hand down the
front of Sue's panties and began to stroke her clit. She didn't give away
anything, showing me how she could in fact keep a secret, even from her twin
sister. There was just a sign of her hips rocking in tempo with my hand, as her
pussy began to moisten. I reached down further, bending my middle finger to gain
ac-cess to her warm and slippery cunt hole.
For the rest of the ten minute drive back to the house, I finger fucked her,
gently at first. Then I began thrusting harder and deeper, exerting pressure
with my upper palm down upon her clit. She scrunched down lower in the seat,
edging nearer to me, giving me better access.
Then she actually gripped my wrist with both of her tiny hands, pushing my
finger in further with each stroke, holding her eyes closed. As we neared the
driveway, she suddenly forced my hand down very hard several times, raising her
hips off the seat. Her face was screwed into the tell-tale signs of orgasmic
pleasure, pursing her lips tightly, not allowing even a gasp to escape.
Continued in part 6...
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