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Subject: Title story: "SNOWSTORM" Author: TABOO GIRL 62987756
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Date: Sun, 25 Dec 2005 04:59:24 +0000
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SNOWSTORM There's no telling when the weather can turn really bad, and living in
the cold Northeast, we were usually prepared for things like that. My cousin,
Horace, had come over, and we were sitting around playing board games when it
began to snow. We had a two-story, two-bedroom house, and as it started to snow,
my father called his brother and told him that he thought it would be a good
idea if Horace stayed the night, not wanting him to drive in the approaching
blizzard. He wouldn't be able to see where he was going, and he could literally
freeze to death in the snow drifts. There was no way that he was going to go
anywhere. He would have to stay the night. My parents went to bed early, leaving
Horace and me to stay up and watch the snow. He would sleep downstairs on the
couch. My bedroom was downstairs, off the main hall. I liked the privacy, away
from my parents. I could do all kinds of things, like play with myself and moan
and groan, and they would never know a thing about it. I could feel a chill
sweep through the house, and turned the heat up and little. Horace went into the
living room and put some logs on the fire in the fireplace. Still, the freezing
cold outside seemed to chill me to the bone. Just the knowledge that it was
below zero out there made me feel cold. The wind didn't help, either. I lay in
bed, listening to the cold wind blow outside, and shivered, even though the bed
was warm. I was worried about Horace. I knew he didn't have a lot of cover. I
took the top blanket off my bed and bundled it up, and carried it into the
living room. I didn't want my cousin to freeze during the middle of the night.
Horace lay on the couch, eyes open, staring at the tv screen. With all the wind
blowing outside, I was surprised that we still had electricity. Sometimes, power
lines were blown down by the strong winds. He looked up at me, his eyes moving
up and down my body in my nightgown. "Aren't you cold, running around like
that?" I frowned and then smiled. "Duh, stupid, I just brought you n extra
blanket, in case you got cold." "Keep me warm with your body," he said with a
smile. He moved over on the couch, pulling the blanket aside to make room for
me. "What's on TV?" I asked, sitting beside him and spreading the blanket over
us. I noticed that he was shirtless, and had on only his briefs. "Nothing much,
really. I'm just changing it around a little." He moved over closer to me, and I
could feel his hairy leg pressing against mine. The touch of his warm leg
against me sent chills through me. It was turning me on. The cold wind outside
seemed to pick up a little, and the lights dimmed for a moment, and then came
back on. It turned the TV off, and Horace pointed the remote at the screen.
Nothing happened. "I think it has to be reset from the back before it comes on
again," I said. "There's this big red button back there." He threw the blanket
off him and walked toward the TV set. I watched his tight buttocks move under
the thin fabric of his briefs. He reached behind the TV and flipped a switch,
turning his body in my direction. I could see his cock pressing against the
fabric of his briefs. I could see his dark pubic hair right beneath the surface
of the material, and the full, egg-shaped impression of two heavy balls. His
cock was at least semi-erect. I could plainly see the outline of the head of his
cock, and his cock was pretty good-sized, too. The sight of that sent a tingling
into my already slightly wet groin. I was getting excited by looking at the
sexy, manly body of my Cousin Horace. He was quite a turn-on in his undies. He
flipped the button, then walked back toward me. I could see his cock move in his
briefs as his hips swayed from side to side. He sat on the couch, moving closer
to me, pulling the covers over him. He shivered under the blankets. "Are you
cold?" I asked. "It's freezing." I moved closer to him, pressing my body against
him. I could feel his warm, hairy leg pressing against me again, and his thigh
pressing against mine. My arm was between us, and there was no place for my hand
or arm to go, other than around him or across him. He moved his arm around me,
and I moved my hand across his lap. I could feel his hard cock pressing ever so
slightly against my lower arm. It jumped and grew, sending thrills through me. I
knew I was getting wet between my legs. I could feel it throb with his
heartbeat. In the space of seconds, he had a full-blown hardon. The wind picked
up speed, and the TV went out --- along with all the other lights. The only
light in the room came from the embers in the fireplace. "I'd better throw a
couple of more logs on the fire," he said. He got up again, and this time, I
could make out the outline of his hard cock beneath the fabric of his briefs. He
bent and opened the glass cover to the fireplace, and tossed a couple of logs
on. In the dim light from the fire, I could see the hard, mushroom-shaped head
of his cock. While his was there, I lifted the hem of my nighty a little,
exposing my upper thighs and pubic bush. I moved the hem of the nighty under me,
to where only the sheet spread on the couch touched my bare ass. Then he came
walking back, and as he got closer, I could tell that he had a full-blown
hardon, and that it pulled the elastic band of his briefs away from his body. I
knew that my panties were wet. I knew that at some point that night, I was going
to have sex with him, if he wanted. I was turned on like never before. I didn't
feel any guilt or remorse about it my cousin was just too hot for me to feel
otherwise. As he sat beside me on the couch, I moved my hand back over his lap,
this time letting it fall lower than it had before. I could feel the head of his
cock pressing against my lower arm. I pressed downward, feeling the hardness of
his cock poking me in the arm. His legs were pressed against mine, and he put
his arm around me, pulling me close to him. "I guess neither one of us is going
to freeze, this way," he said with a choked voice. "Burn up with desire would be
more like it," I said and laughed. "You bet." Without any more pretense, I moved
my hand to his crotch, feeling his throbbing cock beneath his briefs. His balls
were full and warm, two large egg-shaped orbs beneath the fabric. He moved his
arm from around me and put his hand on my leg, moving it up slowly toward my
crotch. The feel of his fingers touching my thighs, moving upward, thrilled me
completely. It was the anticipation that turned me on so much. I loved it. I
moved my fingers up and down the shaft of his cock beneath his briefs. I could
feel the difference in the head, where it seemed to balloon into some other type
of tissue. Fascinated, I moved my hand under the band of his briefs. I could
feel the warmth of his cock, and the wiry hair of his pubes against my fingers.
There was a drop of sticky fluid right on the tip of his hot cock head. I
touched it and felt of it between my thumb and finger. I lightly pinched the
head of his cock, smearing the fluid all over the head, down to the ridge where
the head ended and the shaft began. A light, ecstatic moan escaped his lips. He
reached my pussy with his fingers, and they seemed to roam around my crotch, as
if looking for something. He touched my pubic hair, outlining it, then moved
deeper between my legs, moving down one side of my cunt lips, and then up the
other. I could feel his moist fingers as he brought them from between my wet
pussy lips. I was turned on, so wet that there was probably a spot beneath my
pussy on his sheet. I moved my hand away from his cock and moved to my nightie.
I raised my ass off the couch and uncovered myself, and then pulled my nightie
over my head. He pulled his shorts off, and in the brief instant, I could see
his massive, hard cock throb against him belly, curving inward toward his belly
button. I reached over and wrapped my fingers around his cock, feeling the warm
balls beneath the shaft. I ran my fingers gently over the hairy orbs, caressing
them ever so gently. He moved his hand back to my crotch, and I spread my legs
to give his hand better access. I moved further down the couch and lay back and
spread my legs. "Get on top of me," I whispered. He crawled on top of me, his
cock pressing against my cunt. "No, up here, this way, silly," I said,
indicating that he should put his crotch in my face. He spun around, and his
balls lay against my nose. I could feel his hot breath against my pussy lips,
sending thrills and chills down my spine. I reached forward and grabbed his
cock, pulling it down to my mouth. The taste of the precum was salty and tangy
as I popped the head of his dick into my mouth, running my tongue across the
bulbous head of it. He moved further back then, pushing his balls into my eyes.
I had never seen anyone's balls from that position, so close up. His balls were
sparsely flecked with short, dark curly hairs. There was a small patch of hairs
swirled around his ass hole, and the sight of it somehow turned me on even more.
I licked and sucked on his cock, which seemed to be oozing more pre cum than
before. I could feel his dick throb in my mouth, against the roof of my mouth,
and the feeling of the throbbing cock made me excited beyond my wildest
imagination. With his fingers, he parted my pussy lips, and I felt his tongue
touch my clitoris. My legs shook, and my belly seemed to bloat by itself. I
came, a body-wrenching, soul-stirring orgasm like none I had ever had before.
Then, he put his lips on my pussy lips, shooting out with his tongue and licking
my inner lips, swishing his tongue back and forth. I held on to his cock with my
tongue, and moved my head back and forth, back and forth. I could feel his legs
above me begin to shake, and there were small spasms shaking his body. His ball
tightened in my hand, and suddenly, his cock jerked and expanded. The back of my
mouth was filled with a giant load of hot, sticky cum. His cock jerked again and
again, and the feeling of the jerking cock made me cum again. I swallowed as
much of the salty, hot cum as I could, but some of it fell out of my mouth and
ran in long, sticky strings down my chin to my neck. I lay there, his cock deep
inside my mouth, throbbing. I had just sucked my cousin Horace's cock. I had
loved the experience, and I lay there languidly, not wanting the moment to end.
I wanted more. He pulled his face away from my groin with a final kiss on my
pussy lips. His tongue traveled up to my navel, and he inserted his tongue into
my navel. I had never heard of such a thing before, and to have it done to me
was quite a surprise. He pulled his ass away from my face, and his balls receded
in my field of vision. He pulled his cock out of my mouth with a slurping pop,
and he flipped himself around on the couch. "I'm still hard," he whispered. "I'm
still horny as hell," I answered. "That was the most resounding orgasm I've ever
had." "Me, too." He lay on top of me and pressed his lips to my tits. His tongue
darted out and licked one of my hard nipples, then the other. My nipples
responded to his ministrations by hardening even more, and sending chills all
over my body. I could feel his hard stomach pressing against mine, and I felt
his sticky balls and cock against my wet pussy hairs and lips. I moved my hips a
little, trying to position my pussy opening for him, but he reached down and
guided it into me. He pressed for a moment slowly at my wet cunt, then pushed
his fat cock all the way into me. We were sticky and slimy from our earlier sex,
and the noises it made were funny and sexy, squishy noises. The noises were
nothing compared to the sound of the freezing wind blowing outside, the
snowdrifts piling against the window. I could feel his pubic hair press against
mine as he slowly moved his cock deep inside me, and I could feel the sticky cum
and cunt juices as he pulled away. His cock was really fat, especially the head
of it, and it really made a neat contact with my clit, pulling the lips of my
vagina downward as he moved his fat cock in and out of me. I lifted my legs a
little and bent them at the knees, and spread my legs as wide as I could, though
my movements were restricted by the back of the couch. He continued his slow,
tortuous licking of my nipples, causing me to grab the back of his head and
squeeze his face closer to me. I wanted to feel him bite and pinch my nipples,
and send the thrills through me that I had felt earlier. He sucked on my nipples
harder and began to thrust even faster and with more strength into my hot pussy.
I could feel his balls slapping my asshole as he thrust forward, and my pussy
was wetter. I tightened my muscles as he pulled out, to give a sucking motion
over the head of his cock. It worked. He began thrusting faster, and made
contacts that made me cum with a groan and a stifled moan. Then, I could feel
his legs tighten and his thrusts shorten, and his cock seemed to jerk and
explode deep inside my cunt. He slammed it into me and kept it there, thrusting
his hips forward, virtually lifting me off the couch as he shot hot cum into me.
He collapsed against me, laying atop me with his hard dick still inside me. I
could feel it throb and pulse with his heavy, fast heart beat. He lay there for
a while, and then threw the blankets aside and walked over to the fireplace. He
threw a few more logs on the fire, and then came back to the couch. I watched
his naked body move around in the strange, flickering glow of the fireplace. He
wrapped a blanket around him and stood up. "I've got to go piss, and wash this
goo off my cock. It's stickier than hell," he said. I went with him. As he was
pissing, I heated a warm rag in the hot water, and we dipped his cock in the
water and washed it with soap. I wiped it with the warm, wet rag and then dried
it carefully. "Oh, wait," I whispered. "There's still some goo right there," I
said, pointing at a spot under the head of his dick. I got on my knees and said,
"I'll lick it off for you." I took his fat cock into my mouth again, and it was
only about ten seconds before it was rock hard. I sucked it to the back of my
throat and moved my tongue around and around it. I moved my hand up and fondled
his fat balls again, glad that I could see them in the light of the bathroom.
They were rather large and heavy, and felt like two large egg-shaped orbs in his
slightly hairy ball sac. I pulled at the skin lightly and looked up into his
eyes as I moved my head up and down on his hard dick. He was looking down at me,
a look of pure ecstasy on his face. "God damn," he whispered. His legs began to
shake again, and I moved my head up and down faster and faster on his fat shaft.
I moved my tongue across the head of it, and his knees buckled. Then, there was
that strange sudden expansion of the head of his cock, and he thrust his hips
forward a little. His dick jerked, and I was given another large load of cum at
the back of my throat. It was hot and creamy, and this time, I swallowed and
swallowed, keeping all of it. I felt his balls miraculously tighten as he came.
They seemed to rise up in his ball sac and stay there for a few seconds, and
then slowly drop down. Then I pulled my mouth away reluctantly and stood. He
reached out and started tweaking my nipples. "We've got to go lay down, Horace,"
I said. He nodded. Back in the living room, and lay down and spread my legs
again. His mouth covered my lips, licking up all kinds of sticky stuff. I knew
that there was cum and cunt juices just splattered all over my pussy, but he
didn't seem to care, licking and kissing my pussy with a fever I didn't know was
possible. He pulled my pussy lips apart with his fingers as he stuck his tongue
deep inside me. I had never had anyone do anything like that, not ever. I could
feel my stomach muscles tighten, and I knew that I was going to cum again soon.
I lifted my ass off the couch, thrusting my hips upward, moving my legs up. I
captured his head between my legs and squeezed, holding his face against my
crotch. His tongue touched my clit, and I came again, an orgasm that seemed to
last forever, making my whole body tense and reach a rising crescendo. He
stopped moving his tongue, and the orgasm subsided, like a gentle wave washing
out to sea. He pulled away slowly, and we sat under the blanket again, staring
at the blank TV screen. "That was great," I said. "What made you decide to do
all that?" he asked. "You did, the way you were walking around, nearly naked.
You really turn me on," I said. He turned to me and brushed my cheek with the
tips of his fingers. "You're lovely," he said. After that, our relationship
changed. Instead of cousins that knew one another, we found ways to sneak away
with each other. Sometimes, especially when it's very cold, we still do.
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