Subject: Cousin Surprise
Story Codes: MF FF oral F-solo incest cousins
Diary Date: August 25, 2012
Author: Kelly <pghpa_girl@yahoo.com>
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Summary
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Of all my cousins, Kristi is the closest to me in every sense of the word.
Raised more as sisters than cousins, we shared everything and at times were
as competitive as any siblings. It was like she was always trying to one-up
me with an "anything you can do I can do better" attitude. Just when I
thought there was nothing left she could to surprise me, she proved me wrong
yet again.
Table of Contents
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Chapter 1 – Cousins
Chapter 2 – Doing Myself
Chapter 3 - Kristi’s Surprise
Chapter 4 – Kristi’s REAL Surprise
Chapter 5 – Postlude
Chapter 1 – Cousins
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In my diary over the years I’ve spoken of my cousin Kristi many times.
Indeed many of the entries revolved around her. When I sat down to write
about our most recent experience I realized that most of what people knew
about her was just bits and pieces gleaned over the years. People have asked
me all sorts of questions about her so I guess it’s about time I expanded on
things a bit.
Let’s start at the beginning...
Kristine was born on May 11, 1987 to my mother’s younger sister Linda and her
husband Don. Her baptism was probably the last time she was referred to as
Kristine. Indeed, I would say most people don’t even know that she was named
anything other than Kristi.
I suppose to most people they were the typical suburban middle class family.
Like so many of the false impressions we have about people, imagine if the
neighbors knew what her parents argued about behind closed doors. In
essence, Don was so upset because his wife was openly having sex with other
men. At least openly in the context she wasn't hiding it from him.
Although she WAS having sex with men other than her husband, my aunt wasn’t
cheating. Sure she’d been quite the party girl growing up but once she said
her wedding vows, she made a solemn commitment to be faithful to her husband,
just as her sister (my mother) had. Where she and her husband disagreed on
was what “faithful” meant.
Considering that both my aunt and my mom had been having incestuous sex with
their father since they were barely teenagers (my mom was fourteen the first
time he took her, Linda was twelve when she joined in a short while later),
you can imagine that HER definition of adultery varied significantly from her
husband’s. If you were to ask my mom or her sister they would tell you that
having incestual sex was NOT adultery because it was sex within her marriage
family. Thus just as my mom had no issues with her sister having sex with my
dad after they were married, Linda expected to continue fucking him after she
was wed.
To be fair, it wasn’t like Don wasn’t getting anything out of the deal
himself. Just as my dad was allowed to have continue having sex with his
sister-in-law, so my mom was thrilled to have another family member to enjoy
now that Don was officially and legally part of the family.
You would think that any man would be thrilled to be able to fuck his wife’s
sister and at first that was the case with Don. However as time went by he
began to suspect that his wife was enjoying sex with her brother-in-law and
father more than him and the seeds of jealousy began to sprout.
It was shortly after Kristi’s second birthday that Don delivered an ultimatum
- either my aunt stopped having sex with her father and my dad or he would
leave her. It was like Sophie’s Choice for my aunt. On the one hand she was
married to Don so she was obligated to submit to his demands. On the other
hand she was her father’s daughter with obligations to him as well. Although
she enjoyed sex with my dad it wasn’t an act of submission, at least not in a
Biblical sense, so it wasn't something she had to rationalize.
Thus it boiled down to this - submit to her father or submit to her husband.
In the end Aunt Linda was left with only one viable option. She was married
by choice but a daughter by blood. She could be released from her
obligations to her husband by divorce but nothing could ever change the fact
that she was her father’s daughter. She couldn’t NOT submit to either of
them and maintain her faith so the only choice was to eliminate one of her
obligations by divorcing her husband.
Don left town as soon as she informed him of her decision, not even staying
around to wait for the divorce to be finalized. Being only four at the time
I can barely even remember a fleeting image of him. Poor Kristi has no
recollections of her father as he has never has made contact with them since
then. So far as I know, they don't even know if he is alive.
While my aunt kept the house and most everything else in the divorce (he was
too embarrassed to state in court that his wife was having sex with her
father so he caved in on everything), she and Kristi lived at our house more
than their own over the years. As a result I grew up with Kristi more as a
sister than a cousin. We did everything together even though there were a
couple years difference in age.
Overall Kristi and I got along pretty well all things considered. However, if
there was one thing that drove me nuts was her competiveness. It was like
anything I did she had to do - and one step more. The one area she couldn’t
keep up was school scholastics where I carried a straight A average while
Kristi was lucky to keep get C’s. It’s not like she was stupid but more
like she just didn’t care about school. Kristi was all about her social
life. Her attitude was that she could get anything she wanted from men using
her body so why worry about school?
If there was one area where Kristi WAS determined to outdo me at every turn
it was sex. What I didn’t know, at least until much later, was just how much
of an advantage she had over me.
I first started having sex when I was fourteen. At first I stuck with my
first crush but when he moved away I soon learned how much more fun it was to
be a slut. It wasn’t for another two years before I started having sex with
my own dad. Until then I didn’t even know my dad had been doing my Aunt
Linda since they were in high school!
For most of my teen years I knew my cousin was more of a slut than me, but I
had no idea about what had been going with her on at home. Oh sure once I
was told it was as obvious as the nose on my face but it was no different
than me not seeing that my dad had wanted to have sex with me for years
before we actually got started. Sometimes it’s the things closest to us that
we don't see.
For instance, my Aunt Linda and Kristi always slept together and it was just
the way it always was and I never thought anything about it. There was
nothing to cause me to suspect that they’d been having sexual contact since
she was just a little girl. It wasn’t like one day a revelation was handed
down and they started doing it. Rather it was a gradual thing that grew over
the years. My aunt has always been somewhat of a nudist which her daughter
mimicked. Laying next to each other naked in bed, inadvertent touching
turned to fondling which advanced to more and more over the years.
My aunt wasn’t exactly celibate after the divorce. It didn't take long or
her to revert to her old ways once she was single again, getting back into
the sex party scene and enjoying herself with numerous partners - male and
female. As Kristi got older she naturally began to attract the eye of some
of the men at about the same time her mother was eyeing opportunities for
having sex with other couples that included young boys.
The minimum age for girls at these gatherings was eight and so my aunt
celebrated her daughter’s eighth birthday by bringing her to her first family
party. It was the first of these for them both as the “ticket” for admission
was your own child. By bringing Kristi, my aunt could now indulge herself in
her favorite fantasy - sex with young boys.
So started my cousin’s sexual “career”. Having sucked her first cock on her
eighth birthday, it was another two years before her mother permitted anyone
to actually have sex with her and even then, she started with boys not much
older than her and slowly worked her way up to their fathers.
All this was done totally in secret, at least so far as I was concerned, as
when she started I was still a virgin an remained so four years later - two
years after my cousin lost hers. It wasn't until she was fourteen that she
told me she was no longer a virgin as that was when we started double dating
and fucking each other’s boyfriends. How she kept the truth a secret is
beyond me as she had to be bursting to brag to me about how she was doing so
much before me.
Knowing my father’s pedophile tendencies - and my mother’s determination that
they remain just fantasies, my aunt didn't even tell my dad about what she
and Kristi were doing over the years. No doubt she knew that if my father
had any inkling of the “resources” available through his sister-in-law that
he would’ve insisted she allow him to join and maybe even gotten me involved.
My mother knew - sisters could never keep such things secret, and I can only
imagine her reaction and then her insistence on keeping it from me and my
dad.
It wasn’t until I started having sex with my dad at the age of sixteen that
my mom even told me about him and my aunt having sex but she didn’t tell me
anything more. She and my aunt didn’t even allow him to fuck my cousin until
I left for college and he needed something to fill the void so to speak.
Even then I wasn’t told about them doing it until I returned home for summer
break. So many secrets yet I can understand the necessity even though I wish
they’d told me earlier.
Growing up in a home environment permeated by sex, it Kristi dropped out of
college to pursue a full-time career as a prostitute. No, she wasn’t walking
the streets. She worked through a high-end “escort” service and made a ton
of money. She’d always looked young for her age and was often carded just to
see an R-rated movie so she was quite popular with the clientele.
While I had tried the escorting thing myself back in college, a bad
experience caused me to quit after just a few gigs. Even then I was doing it
more for my own pleasure than the money. Kristi, on the other hand, was in
it for the bucks and as such she would do just about anything if she was paid
enough - multiple partners, gang-bangs, facials, BSDM, even a few bestiality
episodes and that’s what she’s told me about so who knows what’s the full
story. So far as I knew she only drew the line at anything super gross or
physically harmful.
Kristi eventually quit the prostitution business after a few years but by
then she had quite the bank account. Amazingly she actually managed to get a
real estate license - something I was quite surprised to see her finish, and
now works with her mom as a team for a local realty. While she may have
given up the full-time whore career, that didn't mean her “talents” weren’t
being put to good use. Both she and her mom managed to keep up a good income
even in the middle of the recession as they both were willing to do whatever
it took to get a sale.
Throughout it all I couldn't even begin to count how many men Kristi has
dated and had sex with. Even in school she never stayed tied down to one guy
and so far as I knew at the ripe old age of 25 she still didn’t have a steady
boyfriend.
Then again, if there’s one thing I’ve learned it’s that I never seem to know
much about what my cousin is doing until after it’s happened!
Chapter 2 – Doing Myself
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Before I got married I was living with Kristi in the house she was raised in.
After my parents divorced my aunt moved in with my dad (a little TOO quickly
if you asked my mom), leaving the house feeling empty. At the time I was
working as a teacher at a small Christian school where the pay was minimal
without any benefits. Making my apartment payments was getting harder every
month without help from my dad so when he suggested I move in with Kristi it
seemed like the perfect solution.
I know that people must think that when we moved in together that we had
constant sex and orgies but the truth was quite different. Of course there
were times when we DID sleep together and yes, there were more than a few
times we invited one or more guys over but for the most part the house was
more of a “sanctuary” where we both could relax and not compete. We slept in
separate rooms and even when one of us brought home a partner the other
usually stayed in her own room.
When I married Steve I suppose her could have moved in with us but I wasn’t
worried about him and Kristi having sex - he was my husband so of course he
could. It was just that being married I was a little selfish and wanted him
for myself when we were home. Steve was more than welcome to go off and fuck
my aunt and cousin but at home he was mine!
Still, there are those times when I’m home alone while Steve is at work or
out with friends that I will lay in my bed in our apartment and listen to the
silence.
This was one of those nights...
Sometimes when I masturbate it’s just a spur of the moment type of thing like
when I’m driving or maybe watching a movie or even at a restaurant. It’s one
of the great things about being a girl - the ability to get yourself most
anywhere without having to deal with the inconveniences men face when they
get horny - an obvious erection.
Perhaps that’s also one of the things that makes masturbation potentially
dangerous for me - it’s TOO easy to do and sometimes when the temptation gets
overwhelming there’s a tendency to do it when discretion would say otherwise.
When I was just eleven or so and first learned the wonders of what my fingers
could do to me, my mother would often poke me or even pull my arm to stop me
when I’d forget where we were and start to reach between my legs without
really even thinking about it. Fortunately I don't recall any particularly
embarrassing moments but then again, who knows for sure what people saw?
Overall I’d say the vast majority of the time I masturbate that’s all it is -
a spur of the moment thing where I take advantage of the situation and just
do what comes natural. Sometimes I do it to turn guys on, like when I’d be
on a date or some other situation where it was fun to see the guy’s reaction
when I’d lift my skirt and pull my panties to the side and start rubbing
myself in front of him. My husband Steve really gets horny whenever we’re in
a situation where there’s nothing he can do but watch, like when he’s
driving.
While it’s usually just a quick response to an immediate need, once in a
great while it’s nice to take my time and make it more meaningful. It’s not
meant to be a substitute for a REAL date but rather more a date with myself.
This was one of those nights...
It was a beautiful Saturday and I’d spent most of the day with my husband
shopping the Strip in Pittsburgh. I love all the various shops and the food
choices. Steve probably isn’t into it as much as I am but he indulges me.
Our first wedding anniversary was only a couple of days away and I was
dropping major hints as to what I wanted for my present.
A perfect afternoon was capped by a perfect round of sex when we returned to
the apartment. I’d been teasing him all day, flashing him and flirting with
other guys so by the time we walked through the apartment door he was so
horny the first load was bursting out of him within minutes of me sucking
him!
Steve had plans to meet with some friends at some joint for the evening so
after we finished he took a quick shower, kissed me and headed out, leaving
me still in bed naked, my pussy dripping with his cum. Mmmmmmm, I love my
husband! It was almost impossible to believe that in just two days we’ll
have been married for a full year! If possible I think I love him more now
than I did when we said our vows.
Thinking of our anniversary was making me nostalgic. After the good fucking
he’d given me I really needed a shower but instead I turned on my back and
threw off the sheets, letting the cool breeze from the ceiling fan gently
blow over my naked body. My nipples tingled as I closed my eyes and just let
my hand and arms lay on the bed at my side with my legs spread slightly
apart.
It almost made me cry as I started to think of all the ways God has blessed
me. Wonderful parents, a supportive family (for the most part at least), a
decent looking body if I say so myself, a career I’d dreamed of since I was a
child, and the best husband in the whole world. Overall, how could I ask for
anything more?
Just then my phone rang and I knew from the ringtone who it was... my cousin.
For a moment I debated letting it go to voicemail but just in time I picked
it up and answered...
“Hey cuz, watcha doin’?” her typical perky voice burst from the speakerphone.
“Ohhhhh, just finished being fucked by my wonderful husband,” I replied as if
I was giving her the time and temperature.
“And you didn't ask em over to share him?” she whined, pretending to be hurt
at being left out. Actually, she probably WAS disappointed.
“Maybe next time,” I promised while crossing my fingers.
“Yeah... promises, promises,” she huffed, “So anyway, you wanna come over?”
“What? The town slut’s not going out on a Saturday night?” I teased her.
“Hey, can’t I just ask my cousin over for a night without the grief?”
She actually sounded a little hurt so maybe I’d teased a little too much. It
WAS a bit odd she wasn’t out getting laid so maybe there was something I
didn't know about and had accidentally struck a sore spot.
What the heck? My hubby was going to be out for the evening if past
experience had anything to say about it so why not? Besides, it had been
quite a while since the two of us had a girl’s night out. After my husband’s
attention and then my own I felt as satisfied as I ever could be so a quiet
evening with just the two of us sounded like a nice way to close out the
perfect day.
“OK, give me an hour or so. I need to clean up.”
Kristi giggled, said goodbye and hung up, leaving me alone once again.
Once again my nostalgic mood returned only this time I was thinking about
Kristi and all the things we’d shared over the years. I said a quick thank
you to God for giving me a cousin like her. Being an only child has its
benefits but there were times I wished for a sibling so having Kristi as my
virtual sister came in handy at times.
Mmmmmmm, laying in bed naked reminded me of the first time Kristi and I had
masturbated together. It was at our grandparent’s farm and while we didn't
touch each other, it was the first time I’d ever masturbated with the
distinct purpose of having someone watch me. Oh sure my parents had seen me
doing it tons of time but it wasn't like I was putting on a show for them.
So far as they were concerned it just didn't make sense for me to go running
up to my room and hide it when I felt the need. All they asked was I didn’t
disturb them.
My hand started to reach between my thighs as I closed my eyes and recalled
the excitement of watching my cousin masturbating for the first time as we
sat facing each other in the hay loft. I felt a rush as my fingers touched
my clit while I visualized Kristi’s fingers pushing into her wet pussy.
God it felt so good to touch my pussy as my thoughts moved on to the first
time I had sex with my cousin. I’d returned home for summer break after my
freshman year of college. On July 4th we had our first family orgy where I
watched my dad fuck his niece for the first time. Well, at least it was the
first time I saw them. Our parents loved seeing the two of us in our first
69 together.
Oh yeah... I loved the feeling when my finger was in me, feeling all warm and
wet inside. Rolling over on my side, I pressed my thighs together tightly to
squeeze down harder on my finger as I used the palm of my hand to put
pressure on my clit.
More thoughts of my cousin filled my thoughts as my breathing deepened. I
recalled how she and I had posed as hookers for my dad so he could
“entertain” some high-rolling clients. They had no idea we were his niece
and daughter so for once he got to fuck us right in front of someone not in
our family. God it was so erotic to have my own father fuck me while the
other two watched us and traded off with Kristi!
My other hand joined my first as I rolled over on my belly and humped my hips
up in the air like I would if my husband was going to fuck me from the rear.
My fingers ran up and down between my wet and swollen pussy lips, pressing
against my hyper-sensitive clit and then running little circles around it.
Oh my god, I was SOOOOOO close...
Then there was the time Kristi enlisted me to join her on one of her
escorting gigs. It was at a suite at a hotel where a convention was being
held. Wow, talk about a once in a lifetime experience! I’d done a couple of
bachelor parties before but nothing like this. Men were coming and going
while Kristi lay on the couch and I was on the bed. For over two hours it
was like non-stop fucking and sucking, one guy after another. Some of them
didn’t want to fuck a whore (I couldn't blame them for assuming I was one)
and just jerked off, shooting warm cum all over me from my toes to the top of
my head. By the time it was over I was a total wreck. My pussy was sore and
dripping with cum, my entire body seemed to be coated with sperm and my hair
was a stringy mess. It took forever to get to all off of me!
The memory of that awesome evening tilted the scales and I felt my orgasm
surge through me. I clamped my hand tight on my crotch, pressing down on my
pussy and clit as I shuddered with ecstasy.
Did I mention the other great thing about masturbation - that NOBODY knows
how to get me off better than myself!
I slumped down on the bed with my hand still between my legs and just lay
there breathing like I’d run a marathon. I was bathed in sweat while at the
same time covered with goose bumps as if my body was totally confused as to
how it should be reacting. All I knew was I felt so damn good!
Suddenly I looked over at the clock by the bed and sat upright. Damn, where
did the last hour go? It felt like it was just minutes since I was talking
to my cousin on the phone, promising her that I’d be there by now.
As much as I was late, there was no way I could go anywhere smelling like
fresh sex so I took a quick shower and dried my hair without doing anything
special. I was just going to be spending the evening with my cousin so it
wasn't like I was worried about doing myself all up.
Damn, now I was REALLY late but then again, it wasn’t like it would matter
all that much. We could just start the movie when I got there and a few more
minutes wouldn't kill her. I threw on a pair of loose gym shorts and one of
Steve’s short sleeved shirts. If I was going to spend the evening on the
couch swapping sex stories with my cousin then I may as well be comfortable.
Who knows, maybe I’d be doing myself again before the night was out so I may
as well keep myself accessible.
Chapter 3 - Kristi’s Surprise
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It took about twenty minutes to navigate the traffic to Kristi’s place which
was typical for south-side traffic. Sometimes I swear I would walk there
faster! I parked by the curb outside the front door and walked in without
knocking. Heck, I use to LIVE here so it felt like home.
“Hello!” I called out.
It’s not like the house was that big. Downstairs was the kitchen, dining
room and living room. Upstairs were the bedrooms and bathroom. For years
two of the three bedrooms were filled with junk until I moved in. Now my old
room was the guest room although I doubted any of Kristi’s “guests” ever
stayed in it.
“Sheesh, are you EVER on time?” I heard from the kitchen and then my cousin
appeared.
She was naked except for a pair of pink flip flips but that didn’t mean
anything - she was ALWAYS naked around the house, just like her mom. If
anything, she MIGHT put on a pair of panties or a thong but the only time I
ever saw her with anything on top was when she had company, at least the type
that didn’t enjoy seeing her half naked.
I grinned and snickered at her accusation. “Really? Like YOU are ever going
to say I’m the one who is always late?”
Kristi just brushed it off, like she does anything that she doesn’t want to
talk about. Clearly she had something else on her mind. Oh well, I started
to say something about ordering out a pizza when she put her fingers to her
lips and shushed me.
“Who gives a crap about pizza? I have something MUCH better to eat waiting
upstairs.”
The way she grinned and her eyes twinkled I could only guess where she was
going. With anyone but Kristi I would’ve had a pretty good idea but trying
to predict anything about her made weather forecasting look easy.
“OK, I’ll play along... what’s upstairs to eat?”
My cousin was practically hopping up and down like it was Christmas morning
and she was waiting to see what Santa had brought. I had to say that seeing
her petite nude body bouncing freely with her firm boobs barely moving was
quite an erotic sight. It was a good thing Steve hadn’t come with me - he’d
already be on her like a cat on a mouse.
Speaking of Steve...
Kristi moved up next to me and wrapped her arms around me. “I’ve got
somebody upstairs that wants to fuck your brains out,” she giggled.
She didn’t come right and say it but it all fell in place. So THAT was what
Steve was up to tonight! All that bit about going out with the boys and
making love to me before he left was just a ruse to through me off track from
his REAL plans for the evening. Well, I can't say I didn’t enjoy it at the
time so I wasn't complaining!
“That bastard,” I huffed, pretending to be annoyed, “It’s just like him to
pull something like this to surprise me.”
Kristi pulled her head back and looked at me with a surprised expression
which she quickly replaced with a deliberate blank look as if she was trying
to hide something. Hmmmmmm, maybe there someone WITH Steve upstairs? This
was starting to get interesting...
Without another word Kristi took my hand and headed for the stairs.
As we walked up the squeaky wooden steps, we passed a mirror and I glanced at
myself going by. Crap! I’d been planning an evening with just my cousin so
makeup and hair wasn't high on my priority list. I looked like I’d just
gotten out of bed but then it’s not like Steve hasn’t seen me like that
before. Oh well...
As we got to the top Kristi slipped in front of me, glanced inside the
bedroom and grinned at Steve, then turned around and put her arms out against
the door jambs to block me from entering.
“Ummmmm, don’t you think you’re a little overdressed?” she taunted me.
By “overdressed” she of course meant being dressed at all. Oh well, she was
already nude so why not join her? I quickly slipped out of what little
clothes I was wearing and left them in a pile on the bed in the spare
bedroom.
Now that I was properly “dressed” for the occasion I was ready for whatever
Kristi had planned for me and my husband. Was she going to make it a
threesome - or more? Was anyone already in there with Steve?
“That’s MUCH better,” Kristi said approvingly as she reached out and ran the
backs of her fingers over my boob to tease me. “You ready?”
I nodded and she stepped aside to allow me to enter. I walked through the
door to greet my husband...
Only it wasn't Steve on the bed!
“Surprise!” Kristi whooped as she saw the startled expression on my face.
I’d never seen the naked guy on the bed before. He was laying on his side
and obviously quite horny. If I had known it was not going to be Steve, my
next guess would’ve been one of her young boy toys - or two for that matter.
The LAST thing I would have guessed was someone who looked to be in his mid-
thirties or so with a shaved head and a chest full of hair. He had his head
up on his hand supported by his elbow on the bed with his other hand on his
hip with his arm against his side. Sticking out from an incredibly hairy
crotch (no man-scaping here) was a thick erect dick which drew my immediate
attention. Damn, the dude was built!
“Kelly, this is Ben and he wants to fuck you,” Kristi matter-of-factly said
as her way of introduction.
Nothing about who the hell he was, why he was here or why he wanted to have
sex with me. OK, so most men want to have sex with me but not before they
even see me!
There was a bit of a pregnant pause as we all sort of just waited for the
other to speak. I wasn’t sure exactly what Kristi was expecting from me.
OK, so a naked older man with a large erection wanted to do me. I could live
with that but still it would be nice to know a little more about him before I
just jumped on his dick.
“Ummmmm, are you going to tell me anything more?” I finally asked her,
breaking the silence.
Kristi giggled and shook her head. “Nope, not yet at least. Go on girl,
he’s obviously ready for you.”
So she just expected me to get on the bed and mount this total stranger
without any explanation? What kind of girl did she think I was?
Well, obviously the kind that gets on a bed and mounts a naked strange man
with an erection without asking anymore questions!
Really, why not? I never turn down a good fucking, he was obviously wanting
to give me one, and everyone seemed to agree on the course of action so any
further explanations could wait. If anything, it made it all the more erotic
NOT to know anything about him.
Kristi seemed obviously pleased with herself as she circled around to the
other side of the bed and jumped on to sit with her legs crossed Indian style
under her where she could watch. She was licking her lips as I mounted the
bed from my side, albeit a little more slowly and cautiously. Once on the
bed I was on my knees and turned to face the object of my desire. I started
to reach out for his magnificent dick when Kristi suddenly chimed in.
“C’mon Kelly, forget the foreplay crap and just fuck him!”
I could do that! This whole thing was surreal enough as it was so why not go
straight to the main event. The appetizer could wait until after the main
course. It wasn't like this was some porn movie where the same series of
events always seems to occur - sucking his dick, maybe him licking her out,
followed by her sitting on his dick facing away, then spinning around to face
him, after which a little doggy and then finally finishing up in missionary
position. Of course he always pulls out (unless it’s a “creampie” episode)
and she eagerly gets on her knees to take it on her face. BORING!
So far Ben, if that was his real name which I doubted, hadn’t said a word to
me but rather just rolled onto his back such that his dick stood upright like
a rocket on a launch pad. I was on my knees so I sat back such that my butt
was on my heels and started to rub myself to get my pussy all wet and
slippery. It wasn't really necessary as I’d started to respond to the sight
of that incredible deck from the moment I’d walked in the bedroom.
Mmmmmmm, my fingers tasted so good when I raised them from my now wetted
pussy to my lips and tongue. There’s something special about the taste of
your own pussy and I loved the flavor and scent of my own best of all.
“You gonna ride him or just sit there frigging yourself?” Kristi urged me on.
I was getting hornier by the second but I still had desires and one of them
was to listen to a man tell me he wanted me. It was really no different than
when I would tell a man, “Fuck me” and see the emotions on his face that told
me how badly he wanted to do just that.
“So tell me Ben... what do you REALLY want?” I asked him softly as I played
with myself off to his side.
Ben looked over at Kristi who nodded. It was pretty clear who was running
the show here.
“Just what she said,” he told me, nodding towards Kristi, “She’s been telling
me about her sexy cousin and promising me that I could do her.”
“So you really want to fuck me?”
Again he looked over at Kristi but I could tell that she was starting to get
impatient from the way she had her arms crossed and was looking at me with
this, “Get on with it!” expression.
“Hell yeah,” he finally responded with a smile.
Good enough for me.
Without saying anything else, I swung a leg over his hips and sat back down
on the top of his upper thighs with my knees bent under me. I looked over at
my cousin as I reached for his hardened dick.
“Now you KNOW I have to at least taste this before I put it in me,” I said
jokingly, even thought it really wasn't a joke. As wet as I already was
little more lubrication never hurt.
Without waiting for her approval I leaned down and took the head of Ben’s
dick in my mouth and ran the tip of my tongue around it. I smiled as I heard
him moan slightly. Now THIS was a dick, not one of those miniature versions
that came with the boys Kristi usually preferred.
I looked up towards Ben’s face where I saw him watching my every move. He
had a couple of pillows under his head so he could get a better view more
easily. Our eyes met as I took more of his dick into my mouth. My fingers
cradled his hairy balls as I gently rolled them back and forth. Slowly, ever
so slowly, I worked my way down on him, feeling him fill my mouth completely
but still with a couple of inches left to go. Time to separate the girls
from the sluts...
Relaxing my throat as much as possible, I took his dick into my throat and
fought back the immediate impulse to gag. It doesn’t matter how many times
you do this, the body reacts in the way it was designed to react so the
secret was to understand those reactions and how to deal with them. The key
was to get past the gag reflex and once you did that you were home free!
“Oh my god!” he groaned as my face pressed into his thick coarse pubic hair
at the base o his dick. I had his entire dick in my mouth now but this would
only last for a short while as I still needed to breathe!
As slowly as I could, I lifted my head up and dragged my tongue along the
hard shaft until only the tip of his dick remained between my lips. Then I
came off the rest of the way and started to lick his shaft from top to bottom
and all around, paying special attention to the underside of the smooth
helmet top.
“That’s enough cuz, he’s gonna cum if you keep that up,” Kristi admonished
me.
I was about to respond by saying, “And your point IS?” but she DID have a
point. This wasn’t Steve on the bed so if he DID cum in my mouth then it
might be a little while before he was ready to go again. Granted, that would
give some time for me and Kristi to play - a double bonus for the guy if
anything, but apparently not in accordance with Kristi’s plans for the
evening.
One last kiss to the tip of his prick and I sat back up straight again.
Lifting myself up on my knees, I scooted up until I was centered on his cock.
At that point Kristi couldn't contain herself any longer and she reached over
to grab Ben’s dick at the base to line it up with my pussy.
Oh yeah, again this was how a dick is suppose to feel when it first invades
your pussy - like you’re being split in two and you swear it’s impossible
that it can ever fit. None of this finger-sized young teen dick that barely
even spreads me open when it made its entrance. No, there was no mistaking
that what I was taking into me was a MAN’s dick.
“He’s big, isn’t he?” Kristi said proudly to me even if she was stating the
obvious.
I looked at Ben and then at Kristi as I held myself in that initial position
with just the tip of his dick within me. God it felt so good in me! So many
nerves were concentrated in this area that the extra thickness of his cock
head actually felt as good or better than having him all inside of me.
Well, I may have been enjoying the moment but Ben had other plans. I saw he
was looking down at his crotch where he could see his dick as it disappeared
inside of my pussy. Then I felt it push further into me as he humped his
hips upward to drive himself deeper inside of me.
“You want it all in me, don’t you Ben?” I said rhetorically, knowing full
well what his answer would be - what ANY man’s answer would be in this same
situation. I can’t say I’ve EVER had a man put his dick in me part way and
NOT want to push it all the way in.
Ben’s answer was to reach out and grab my bare hips and literally push me
down onto his dick. I didn't resist as I felt my pussy feel the pleasurable
sensation of his cock filling the void inside of me. Ben’s pubic hair
tickled my bottom as I ground my crotch down onto the base of his dick.
“I bet you weren’t expecting THIS tonight, were you cuz?” Kristi giggled as
she watched us with one hand between her legs.
Well duh! That qualified as the understatement of the week, if not the year.
My original expectations had been for a relatively quiet evening watching a
movie and eating popcorn and pizza. MAYBE we might get a little horny and
masturbate and MAYBE done a little more but that wasn't a given by any means.
Then I thought I’d be fucking Steve and while I could never imagine being
disappointed having sex with my husband, THIS was certainly something special
that I would never have predicted.
I was rocking now on Ben’s cock, using the motion to move his dick in and out
of me as I established a rhythm that felt comfortable. The goal wasn't to
see how fast I could make him cum but rather to find out how long I could
extend this exhilarating feeling that was being generated within me.
Lesbians can say what they want but nothing beats the feeling of a REAL dick
inside my pussy.
“That’s it, ride him cowgirl!” Kristi cheered me on as she rubbed herself
faster.
I had my hands planted flat on Ben’s hairy chest, his thick chest hair
running through my fingers as I leaned forward to support myself while I
rocked back and forth on Ben’s erection. My boobs swung over his face and he
lifted his head up to grab my nipples between his teeth and tug on them.
God he felt so BIG in me! As much as I love my husband, he’s pretty much
average in the dick department but Ben was MUCH bigger. He wasn't so long as
he was thick which was what I preferred. I loved being on top like this
where I could establish the rhythm and depth of him in me. Sometimes I would
just flex my hips and then I would rock way forward until I felt his head
about to slip out of me only to drive myself hard back down on him.
“Let’s see if you can twist around without losing it,” Kristi said as she
acted as the director for the show being put on in front of her.
Ha, THAT was going to be easy with the size of Ben’s dick but I wasn't going
to give up any advantage I had in meeting her challenge. Indeed, it turned
out to be quite easy as I twisted myself 180 degrees so my ass was now facing
Ben while I remained impaled on his cock.
This time I put my hands on his knees as I deliberately leaned as far forward
as I could so he had a good view of his dick as it slid in and out of my
soaking wet pussy. If there’s one thing I’ve learned it’s that men LOVE to
watch themselves fuck me. I have to admit I get off seeing them moving in
and out of me as well as I can relate what I SEE to what I FEEL inside of me.
Ben responded my placing one hand on each of my bare buttocks and helped me
to rock on his cock.
“She’s got a GREAT ass, eh Ben?” Kristi told him, like I was being sold at
some slut market. Then again, I WAS proud of my butt so I didn't mind her
pointing out the obvious to him.
“You can say that again,” he groaned, “And one helluva tight pussy. You sure
she’s married?”
Before she could answer I reached my left hand behind me and flashed my
wedding ring in front of his face.
“Almost a year,” I declared proudly.
At that moment I couldn't help but think of Steve. Wow, I hadn’t even
thought about my husband since I first laid eyes on Ben and his magnificent
cock. It was hard to imagine that before we got married I would have sworn
that I’d never have sex with anyone outside my family once I got married and
now look at me, screwing a total strange without hardly even a thought about
my husband.
Well, I didn't feel all that guilty. First, I knew that Steve wouldn't mind
even if he DID know about it and besides, who knew what he was really doing
tonight himself. He SAID he was going out with the guys but I knew that
could have just been a ruse on his part. For all I knew he had met up with
my dad and Kristi’s mom and was off fucking some young pussy.
Well, Steve could keep his preteen pussy for all I cared, - give me a MAN’s
dick any day and believe me, Ben was all man when it came to his equipment!
Up until now Ben had more or less gone with whatever Kristi or I wanted but
as he fucked me more he started to take control which was fine with me. I
like a man to know what he wants and then use me to get it. None of this
cuckolding crap for me, I want a MAN!
“Let’s try this,” Ben said as he maneuvered me onto my side facing Kristi.
Mmmmmmm, I LOVE spooning sex and with Kristi right there to watch it just got
better. I lifted my leg up and put my foot on his upper leg as Ben’s dick
pressed against me freshly fucked pussy. Once again Kristi helped out,
grabbing the thick shaft and directing it where it belonged - in my pussy!
Kristi and I looked at each other as Ben took control and started to pump his
cock in and out of me. As I looked at Kristi and saw her eyes drift at times
toward where she could see Ben’s dick doing it’s thing with my pussy, I
couldn't help but start to wonder just what was going on here.
Who the hell was Ben? It was so unlike Kristi to bring home a man older than
her, let alone maybe ten years older that I could hardly believe it was
happening. Was he married? I hadn’t notice any rings but then not all men
wore them, especially when they were out cheating on their wife.
Hmmmmmm, as he a client? Had she decided to earn a little money on the side?
Was the realty business slowing down? If he WAS a client, then she should of
at least share some of the profits with me later. Not that I was doing this
for the money but a few extra bucks never hurt.
It WAS strange but then with Kristi, it’s always something surprising so why
was I surprised? My thoughts were interrupted as Ben pulled out of me pushed
me onto my stomach.
Kristi and I have worked together often enough to make quite the team and she
immediately provide me with assistance by tucking a pillow under my stomach
to lift my ass further up to make it easier for him to enter me.
I grimaced as I felt Ben trying to position his cock at my asshole.
Nooooooo, no tight Ben! I tucked my butt down as much as I cold and turned
my head to Kristi with “The Look” in high gear. She knew what it meant and
took the correct action - thankfully.
“Sorry Ben, she’s not into that,” she said to Ben, “Don’t worry, you can fuck
my ass later.”
When it comes to sex I’m open to most anything - literally, but anal is the
one thing I prefer NOT to do if at all possible. Considering every other
woman in my family that I have sex with loves it, I don't really know why the
gene skipped me but I truly hate it. Yes, I’ve done it - plenty of times, so
I do know what I’m talking about. It’s just one of those things my husband
had to deal with but at least he has plenty of other options for it when he
feels the need.
Ben didn’t seem to really mind as he rammed his cock into my pussy from
behind. Typical guy - so long as his dick is in SOME orifice he’s happy!
As Ben hammered his thick cock into me, I was expecting him to go for
missionary next as that was the typical routine for most guys. Thus it
surprised me when suddenly he groaned loudly and thrust himself tight up
against my bottom, driving his dick as deep into me as he could.
“That’s it Ben, cum in her,” Kristi encouraged him, “Fill her up for me.
Give it to her!”
As hot and horny as I was, I still had enough wherewithal to wonder what she
meant by that last remark. “For me”? For her entertainment to watch? For
her to enjoy after he was done? What was she really wanting from all this?
Did it matter? All that DID matter to me then was the feel of Ben’s
magnificent dick pulsing inside of me as it shot one load after another of
his sperm deep into my welcoming pussy. This was the best part - him cumming
IN me instead of on my face, boobs or in my mouth or wherever some guys liked
to spray it like a dog in heat.
Ben collapsed over me, barely keeping from crushing me under his weight with
his elbows. I could feel him starting to pull out but then Kristi reached
out to stop him.
“Stay in her Ben,” she instructed him, “At least until I tell her the news.”
News??????
Chapter 4 – Kristi’s REAL Surprise
==================================
So far it had been a night of surprises but I was pretty happy so far with
how things had worked out. Well, more than just happy! It certainly had
been better to be fucked by a stud with a big dick than trading war stories
with Kristi to see who had the craziest sexual experience (she always won but
by then, who cared?)
For a moment we all remained still and quiet. It felt a little weird to just
lay on my belly with this guy still plugged into me after he’d just finished
cumming in me while my cousin looked on with a big grin on her face.
Hmmmmmm, she had something up her sleeve.
“So tell me Kelly, did Ben fuck you good?”
Another “duh” moment but I played along and nodded.
“What was that cuz? I couldn't hear you?” she pushed me.
“YES, he fucked me great... STILL feels great in me for that matter.”
Indeed, I WAS enjoying the feeling of Ben’s dick in me. To my mild surprise
he wasn’t going to take long to recover from the way I could feel him
stiffening already inside of me. Oh well, if he was ready I wasn't going to
argue!
“Would you want him to fuck you again sometime?”
Crap, where was she going with all this? It wasn't going to be long before
he would be fucking again based on the feelings I was getting from his dick.
So anyway, I answered, “Of course... he can fuck me again NOW if he wants.”
Kristi was beaming and I knew she was leading up to something.
“Well, you let your husband fuck me whenever HE wants so I guess it’s only
fair that I let MY husband fuck you whenever HE wants.”
It took a moment for it to sink in and even then I was stunned. It wasn't
possible!
“That’s right cuz, you just got fucked by my brand new husband and now he’s
gonna fuck you again!”
It was his cue and this time Ben DID fuck me missionary before releasing a
second load of cum in me. In spite of how good it should have made me feel,
I hardly even noticed as I couldn't take my eyes off my younger cousin who
was grinning like the Cheshire Cat.
Oh my god, my whore of a cousin was married!
Chapter 5 – Postlude
====================
My intent when I started writing this was to let it end with the revelation
that my cousin was married. To describe in detail the rest of the evening as
the three of us fucked and sucked seems almost anticlimactic after this
revelation. No matter how much Kristi licked my pussy eating her husband’s
cum (I still can’t wrap my head around writing “her husband’s cum”), I
couldn't get my mind off the shocking news. It was like she was determined
to see how much cum her new husband could fill her “sister” the first time
they met. (It was a LOT!)
When we were done Kristi finally filled me in on some of the details. As it
turned out Ben was a client of Kristi’s back in her whoring days. Apparently
he was smitten by more than her sexual charms as she was with him. Without
telling anyone they’d been seeing each other on and off in the years since.
He had been married back when he first hired her. Fortunately there were no
kids involved but still, so long as he wore the ring there was never anything
more they could do other than the occasional fling.
Over time they fell deeply in love and it became impossible to hide it from
his wife. The divorce has just been finalized a week before I met him and
they wasted no time in sealing the deal. The only people at the wedding were
her mother who served as Maid of Honor and one of Ben’s best friends. How
her mom had kept it a secret for the past few days was mind-boggling!
Of course my Aunt Linda had been the first woman in the family to get laid by
Kristi’s new husband being she was the mother of the bride. Still, while she
hadn’t invited me to the wedding I felt honored that she wanted me to be his
second in the family.
Make that I felt honored AND damn good! I’ve got a good feeling I know where
I’m going to be looking when my husband is off with his little girls...
THE END