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Date: Wed, 10 Jun 2009 01:20:32 +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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