Subject:     Party at My Cousin Kristen's Dorm 
Story Codes: MF FF F-solo exhib oral inc cousin
Diary Date:  March 18, 2007
Author:      Kelly <pghpa_girl@yahoo.com>

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Summary
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When it came time to choose a college, I decided to attend a religious 
university based on its personal learning atmosphere and impressive 
academic credentials.  In comparison, my younger cousin Kristen chose 
hers based on being close to home and having a good time; apparently a 
degree was an afterthought.  I get frustrated at times with the strict 
rules but I'm sure in the future I will not regret my choice.  When I was 
home on break, I got to experience dorm party life at my cousin's 
university which was just a little bit different from mine.

Table of Contents
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   Chapter 1 - Cousins 
   Chapter 2 - Thoughts of My Dad 
   Chapter 3 - Sunday Morning With Kristen 
   Chapter 4 - Kristen's "Game"
   Chapter 5 - Neil is First
   Chapter 6 - Contestant Number 2, Come on Down!
   Chapter 7 - Kristen Cleans Me Off


Chapter 1 - Cousins
===================
My favorite cousin Kristen is about two years younger than me and in many 
ways we are more like sisters than cousins.  We both started having sex 
at about the same age (fourteen), both of us have enjoyed it ever since, 
and we both have incestual relationships within our family.  Kristen's 
mom is divorced so she never knew her dad but my dad has "filled" the 
position for her - literally I guess you could say.

As much as we are alike, we still have our differences.  While our birth 
certificates say she was born a couple of years after me, most people 
think I'm really four or five years older.  Kristen has that natural 
"young girl" petite look that fools people all the time.  Then there is 
our hair - she's a blonde and I'm a brunette (don't even ask about the 
time I experimented being a blonde!).  Kristen is slightly shorter than 
me now but I weigh a bit more than her.  I don't think I'm overweight so 
much as she is just very petite.

Appearances aside, the biggest difference between us is what you might 
call our "wild" factor.  Sure, nobody is ever going to call me a wall 
flower, especially when it comes to my sexual side, but it's like Kristen 
has always tried to do everything one step beyond me (or more).  I've 
been fucked by quite a few guys, over thirty intimately and almost 140 if 
you count the parties.

Most people would probably say that is quite a few but it pales in 
comparison to Kristen.  She doesn't keep a diary like I do, but she 
thinks her total is maybe as high as 300 by now, driven primarily by the 
fact she loves parties and being the center of attention.

Our public demeanors vary quite a bit as well.  My career plans are to 
return to my home town after I graduate and get a job teaching in my old 
school district.  A slutty image as a student might be fun but doesn't 
look so good on your resume!  Sure, back in high school I had a bit of a 
reputation with the boys.  However, I never did anything more than a 
little innocent flirting with any of my teachers or staff, certainly no 
more than most girls did at one time or another.  There were times I 
might have dressed a bit on the edge but usually nothing overly naughty 
that would earn me the attention of the principal.  

When I use the word "slut", it usually has a different meaning than from 
what most people think when they hear it.  For instance, my dad loves to 
call me his "little slut" but he means it as a compliment to describe 
likes the way I dress and act around him.  My Aunt Shari, on the other 
hand, is a super conservative bitch and when she calls me a slut, I know 
it's NOT intend it to be a compliment.  Finally, there are the boys at 
school and when they call Kristen a slut, that is their way of saying she 
is sexy AND willing to fuck about anything on two legs.

While in high school, Kristen all but wore a "Class Slut" crown on her 
head.  She had a well-earned reputation for being willing to put out for 
just about anyone - including a few teachers according to the rumor mill.  
We discussed what people thought of her at times and she was quite proud 
of it.  She also had the support of her mom, who even bought some of her 
most risque outfits to wear to school.  Kristen's motto was that if 
you're going to step over the line you may as well go for it and she 
never held anything back.  More than a few times she had been sent home 
from school for a skirt that was WAY too short or a blouse that was WAY 
too sheer (without a bra of course).  One thing you couldn't argue - she 
got the results she wanted - passed her classes (one way or another, 
usually ALL the way) and had as much attention from the guys as she could 
handle.

My school's policy was that freshmen HAD to live in the dorms.  Half of 
the sophomores got to live in the on-campus apartments but I lost the 
lottery and had to spend a second year in dorm hell.  Guys were allowed 
in the dorm only when we were moving in and out and during special 
occasions that were heavily chaperoned.  Getting caught with a guy in 
your room was grounds for immediate expulsion.

All students are required to pledge to a strict set of "Lifestyle 
Guidelines" which prohibit any form of sex, lewd behavior, etc.  
Actually, we are not REQUIRED to pledge to them, but then we were also 
informed that we are not REQUIRED to attend school here either!  The 
dress codes is not Amish by any means, but still pretty conservative.

There have been times when it has been frustrating to the point where 
masturbation just wasn't enough to satisfy my emotions and physical 
needs.  Unfortunately, it was when I got to the breaking point that I 
found myself doing things I normally wouldn't have done (a brief stint in 
the escort business was probably the craziest thing I tried to satisfy my 
needs).  Overall, I love my school and I know I'm getting a great 
education.  It's not like I am going to be here all my life and I still 
manage to have some good times.

Kristen could have lived at home during college and taken a bus into 
school every day, but it would have been a hassle and besides, in her 
mind living in a dorm was half the fun of going to school.  My Aunt Linda 
is a successful realtor (not so amazing considering how many of her deals 
are finalized in a the bedrooms of the homes she sells!) and was able to 
afford the extra expense.  It didn't hurt the tuition at a state college 
was a fraction of what my school charges.  Besides, she knew what 
Kristen's motivations were and wanted her daughter to enjoy her college 
years.

I was a junior when Kristen started her freshman year so I got to move to 
an on- campus apartment which I shared with five other girls, two to a 
bedroom.  Although many of the rules were still as strict as they were in 
the dorms (no boys allowed), at least there were no RA's and I had a bit 
more room and privacy.

Kristen and I e-mail or phone each other almost every day and even though 
I thought I knew my cousin pretty well, I was still amazed at how quickly 
she adapted to college life - or should I say college parties.  As it 
turned out, Kristen's reputation preceded her at college as many of the 
guys who had been fucking her over the years were there already.  From 
the way she described things, I had to wonder how she ever got any 
schoolwork done!

Unlike my dorm, Kristen's not only allowed guys, it was coed!  Not that 
the guys shared rooms with the girls; each sex had their own floors but 
they were allowed to mix freely.  From what I gathered, Kristen's room 
all but had a red light over the door and quickly got the reputation for 
being party central on her floor.  Whenever we would talk about what went 
on in her room, I would be amazed at how two school could be so 
different.  God, if my school found out that I was doing that sort of 
stuff OFF campus that she was doing in her room, I would be expelled.

In my diary I maintain a "sexual history" where I record the first time 
every guy does me (just when I get fucked as I lost track of the number 
of blowjobs years ago).  Due to the rules at my school, my list doesn't 
change while Kristen's headcount (pun intended!) skyrockets.  I have to 
admit that it gets a bit frustrating when she complains about not getting 
laid the previous night when sometimes I go for months without getting a 
real cock for myself.  Hell, sometimes I get the impression she gets 
fucked more often than I masturbate - which is quite often by the way.  
Over time, the newness of college seemed to wear off and with it, 
Kristen's bragging about her school sex life.  Even so, I knew she was 
still getting it as much as ever.

I was nearing the end of my senior year and spring break was about to 
start.  While many of my friends were heading to Florida and Mexico, I 
decided to stay at home and study for the state boards which I would have 
to pass this summer if I want to be certified to teach.  One disadvantage 
of going to school out of state is that as part of my curriculum I have 
to pass the state boards but that is for Ohio, which of course isn't 
recognized by Pennsylvania.  Since I won't be graduating from a PA 
school, I have to wait until mid-summer to take the boards whereas the PA 
graduates will already be getting their results back, letting them apply 
for jobs before me.  Thus I have to be sure to pass the boards the first 
time and as much as Cancun sounds like fun, I had a career to consider.

Kristen's spring break was the week before mine so when I arrived home, 
she was already back at school.  A while back Kristen had invited me to 
spend a night in her room so I could get a taste of what "real" dorm life 
was like.  When Kristen said "taste", I had a feeling it had a more 
literal meaning to it than most people would have thought.


Chapter 2 - Thoughts of My Dad
==============================
Although my break officially started on a Friday and everyone was suppose 
to be off-campus, I got permission to stay in my apartment until Saturday 
so I could help out with an event for my church youth group on Saturday.  
It was lonely that night as the campus was practically deserted.  Lying 
in bed that evening I kept thinking about how I could have been home 
right then and how wonderful it would have been to be with my family 
instead of wasting away the evening watching TV all alone.

The more I thought about being home the more the tingle between my legs 
grew stronger.  Nobody was around so I turned off the TV, stripped down, 
and laid back on my bed naked with my head supported by a pillow.  
Reaching down with my right hand, I cupped my warm crotch with my hand.  
Just the slight pressure of my palm against me was enough to make me gasp 
slightly as goose bumps instantly raised all over my body.  With my left 
hand, I traced my fingertips lightly over my firm stomach and slowly 
moved up to my boobs, running little circles around my nipples which 
quickly hardened in response.  Using two fingers, I pinched my left 
nipple and tugged on it, then letting it snap back.  A shiver ran up and 
down my spine as I repeated it on my right breast and then back again on 
my left one.

My eyes closed as I imagined being home, watching TV in the family room 
with my parents.  I would be wearing one of my dad's favorite dress 
shirts, the long tails hanging down to cover my bare ass with only a 
couple of buttons at the bottom buttoned, just enough to keep it from 
opening completely.  My dad would be in his Lazy-Boy, wearing his Nike 
shorts and t-shirt while my mom would be in her chair, typically in a 
long nightshirt that draped below her knees.

My dad loves to watch StarGate, not that the show itself is so great, 
he's enamored with Amanda Tapping.  Something about a pretty young woman 
who is smart and can take care of herself seems to turn him on 
enormously.  Whenever she is on the screen he becomes more alert and 
sometimes even starts rubbing himself.  In my dream, she had a large role 
in tonight's episode and thus was seen more often than usual, making my 
dad so horny he finally had to pull his hard cock out of his shorts and 
then he started stroking himself.

While the image of seeing your dad masturbating to a woman on TV might 
seem odd to most people, at my house it wasn't all that unusual.  I'd 
been raised to know that fundamentally, masturbation was no different 
than scratching an itch - a physical response to a need your body had at 
the time.  It was certainly nothing to be ashamed of and while it wasn't 
polite to flaunt it, doing it discreetly when the need struck was not 
only acceptable, it was expected.  What was the point in putting it off 
until later when you could 'scratch the itch" now?  Let me be clear that 
while growing up, I never saw any sexual connection between my father's 
frequent urges to masturbate and me.  After all, I was his daughter so 
why would he think of me that way?  Of course, looking back it was all 
quite obvious but I guess when you are young and naive that even when 
it's right in front of you the message doesn't always get through.

Usually I masturbated in my room but in a few cases, such as when a sexy 
guy was on TV, I would do it on the couch or even in the backseat of our 
car when we traveled.  Obviously, I was aware that my dad would watch me 
but I assumed it was just his concern for my well-being, not that it 
turned him on in any way.  Again, I didn't think father's thought about 
their own daughter's that way.  When I saw my dad's cock, I certainly 
didn't think about him the same way as when one of my boyfriends would 
take his out for me.

Well, I was a bit off-base with that assumption but you can't blame me 
when you consider the environment I was raised in.  It's interesting to 
me that being raised in an sexually "open" home, the idea of incest just 
didn't occur to me whereas had I been raised like most of my friends, 
many things about my dad's behavior would have been taken in an entirely 
different light.  For me, it was just normal family life.

Of course, once I started having sex with my dad back when I was sixteen, 
I realized what the real story was so now when I see my dad masturbating 
outside my room I know it's me he's thinking of.  Even though I now know 
that when I masturbate in front of him that it turns him on, I still do 
it if I felt the need to but it feels different knowing he is not only 
watching me, but that he wants to fuck me as well.  Sometimes now I to it 
just to please him, knowing he likes to see me playing with myself.

As I dreamed of my father stroking himself as he stared at Amanda's hot 
body, I imagined myself playing with myself across the room for him, 
unbuttoning the few remaining buttons and letting the shirt fall to my 
sides, revealing my nude body to him.  As much as he was turned on by his 
TV fantasy girl, I know he loves seeing his daughter masturbating even 
more and tonight I dreamed I was putting on a real show for him, just for 
his entertainment.

My fingers started to roam about my pussy, running between my pussy lips 
and toying with my clit.  I let my fingertips drag gently against the 
soft inner skin of my thighs and then slowly move back to my impatient 
pussy.  My hips gyrated slowly under my hand as I imagined my father 
watching me, his lust for a TV fantasy girl forgotten now as he thinks 
about what he wants to do to his own daughter.  How long would he hold 
out before he came to me, before he used me to satisfy his most base 
urges, to let me fulfill his lust and desire for a young woman?

My pussy was responding to my finger, getting that feeling of wetness as 
my own sexual urges began to unleash themselves.  In my mind, my dad was 
getting out of his chair now, looking over at my mom who just grinned and 
nodded her head, giving her permission for him to use her daughter to 
satisfy himself.  He approached me with that hungry look in his eye, like 
a hungry wolf approaching an innocent lamb.  At some point between his 
chair and the couch, I knew that in his mind I had changed from being 
simply his daughter to a young girl that existed at that moment solely 
for his pleasure, willing to give herself to him in any way he wanted.  
Whenever I saw him like this my heart would race and I would feel such an 
incredible sensation of love and security knowing my own father wanted me 
in that way.

My middle finger pushed itself just inside my now wet pussy hole but in 
my mind it wasn't my finger but my father's, checking out my pussy to see 
if I was wet enough for him.  Of course I was and I pushed my finger in 
even farther as I moaned out loud, then softly urging my father to take 
me, offering myself to him unconditionally, just as a daughter is 
expected to yield herself to her own father.  Every child is commanded to 
lover and honor their parents.  How could I honor my father in any way 
more intensely than this?

A second finger followed my first and my hips rose up to take in my dad's 
imaginary cock as he started to fuck me.  I stroked myself as I dreamed 
of his hard cock moving slowly in and out of his daughter's pussy.  In 
the haze of my own lust, I could see my dad's face just above me, see 
that look of pure incestual lust as he took me in a way only a father can 
with his daughter.

I felt my orgasm rising in me, like the waters of a flood slowly rising 
until they overflowed their dikes and spilled out to flood the rest of my 
body.  It was like every pore of my body was on fire, pleasure consuming 
me from the trip of my toes to the outer reaches of my hair.

"Oh fuck me daddy," I cried out into the silence.  "Cum in me... PLEASE 
cum inside of me!" I begged my imaginary father.

Thankfully nobody was anywhere near my room or I might have had some 
explaining to do!  As it was, I could feel him releasing his cum in me, 
feel his incestuous sperm filling my empty womb.  Whenever he came in me 
the look on his face was always one of such pure joy and happiness and it 
made me feel like nothing else I had ever known to know I was responsible 
for his joy.  His cock was gripped by my convulsing pussy as he gave his 
daughter his precious gift of love, shooting it deeply into me, as far up 
in me as he could ram his dick.

Now THIS was the moment I lived for.  THIS was the reason I let my dad 
fuck me.  It wasn't just the sex, not by any means.  As much as I 
physically enjoyed him fucking me, let's be real; I can get laid any time 
I want so I don't need my dad's dick just for that.  It's knowing how 
happy I make him, seeing that look in his eyes when he knows he has just 
cum in his daughter's pussy, that incredible feeling I get knowing I have 
satisfied my dad in a way no other woman can - not even my mom.  He is my 
father, the man I love and respect more than anyone else so far in my 
life.  To please him in this most intimate way is the ultimate gift I can 
give him.  I can't even imagine withholding myself from him.  To do so 
would be the act of a self-centered and disrespectful person.

As my orgasm waned, I laid there without moving a muscle, allowing the 
aftershocks to pulse periodically in my pussy and then through my entire 
body.  God I love to masturbate!  Of course, getting fucked would have 
been better but at times like this when the need arises, it certainly 
feels good.  I turned on my side, my hand still cupping my soaking wet 
cunt, and drifted off to sleep dreaming of my dad staying in me, holding 
me in his strong arms tightly against him.


Chapter 3 - Sunday Morning With Kristen
=======================================
The next day started out fairly typically.  I woke up, masturbated in bed 
for a while, and then did my thing in the bathroom.  It seemed weird to 
be the only one there, to be able to wander around the apartment without 
having to worry about putting on a robe.  A few last minutes items to 
pack and I was out of there.  I went straight to the church and when the 
play was over, set a course for home and arrived a little more than three 
hours later.  Needless to say, I had a great homecoming and while it may 
not have started with Amanda Tapping on his mind, my dad certainly fucked 
me good that night - and the next morning before church.

As always, we attended church on Sunday morning as a family, sitting in 
the same pew with my aunts, uncles and cousins.  It was the first time I 
had seen Kristen in months and we squealed and hugged like little girls 
when we met.  She was looking incredible, as always, as did her mom.  
Both were wearing dresses that pushed the boundaries of the unofficial 
church dress code just a little bit without being overly risque.  Kristen 
had that young high school girl look while her mom was a definite MILF.

As usual, my dad had his eye on his sister-in-law and I had a strong 
feeling that my aunt would be stopping by our house this afternoon once 
Kristen and I had left.  It wasn't like she was hurting for sex so much 
as she just enjoyed doing it with my dad.  At thirty eight, she still 
looked almost ten years younger (probably where Kristen got her youthful 
looks from).

My dad had been doing both sisters since they were all barely teenagers 
and marrying one of them didn't change a thing so far as that 
relationship was concerned.  Actually, I think screwing his sister-in-law 
gave him a similar thrill to what he got when he fucked me.  It wasn't 
just the sex, although I knew from seeing her in action that my aunt was 
quite talented in that area, but rather it was doing his wife's sister 
that made it hot for him.  After all, how many guys had their wife's 
permission to fuck her sister anytime they wanted?

Speaking of having her permission, many people ask me how my mom feels 
about all of this; I mean her husband having sex with her sister and 
daughter.  Remember that as I just described, I believe my dad gets off 
from fucking the us mainly because of his relationship to him us, not the 
sex (OK, he IS a man and he loves women just as much as the next guy so 
don't think I'm THAT naive).  Most people assume my mother gets jealous 
or insecure.  Actually, nothing could be further from the truth.  When 
your husband has available to him several younger girls and an older 
woman, yet he always returns to you, doesn't that say something about his 
love and respect for you?  

When my dad married my mom, he promised before God to love her and 
protect her until death, above all others.  Nobody that I know of has 
ever questioned his total commitment to that vow.  My dad truly loves my 
mother like no other woman in earth and he would NEVER cheat on her.  
There is only one woman in the world he has ever made love to - my 
mother.  Sure, he fucks me and some relatives, but we are all part of the 
same family and thus fall within the boundaries of his marriage.

An important distinction to make when discussing incest is that 
opportunity does not necessarily translate into reality.  Just because it 
is "legal", none of us feel obligated to let him fuck us.  Speaking for 
myself, I let him do it because I WANT to as a sign of my love and 
respect for him as his daughter.  Although as I said, it's not an 
obligation where I feel forced to do anything, I still feel strongly that 
as his daughter I should always strive to honor my father.  Frankly, if 
that means letting him fuck me, then what's the harm?  After all, it's 
just sex, a natural act between a man and a woman.  In the past six years 
I can't remember a single time I have refused to honor my dad's desires 
and I have no intention of ever refusing him so long as he wants me in 
that way.

So much for my soapbox speech.  After church I kissed my parents goodbye 
and went home with my cousin and aunt for lunch.  We discussed school for 
a while and eventually my aunt asked Kristen how things were going 
"recreationally".

"Oh mom!" Kristen huffed but her eyes twinkling at the same time.  Then 
she got a sly grin on her face and looked at me and then back to her mom.

"You would have loved the guy I had the other night, Mom.  God!  He had 
such a big cock, just the way you like them."

We all laughed, especially her mom.  Kristen had told before me how she 
sometimes would bring home a boy from school and then surprise him with a 
little mother- daughter action.  She knew the types her mom liked, that 
was for sure!  While my aunt dated mostly guys around her age, I guess 
it's only natural for an older woman to want a young cock now and then, 
no different than most older guys seem to always have a desire for a 
young pussy.  The way my cousin explained it to me, her mom got off as 
much from seeing the guys go nuts watching a mother- daughter scene as 
anything else.

Unlike me, Kristen likes her guys young, TOO young if you ask me.  It's 
not that I don't think about it at times, but having sex with a young 
teenage boy isn't exactly a resume builder when you want to be an 
elementary school teacher!  My aunt has told me that even she has had to 
avoid more than a few of Kristen's prizes.  Bringing home a college guy, 
though, wasn't a bad deal for any of the three of them.

Had it been another day or time, things might have gotten interesting 
between the three of us as it usually did when the talk turned in this 
direction.  Unfortunately, today my aunt had an open house on the other 
side of town and had to hurry off to get things prepared.  I noticed she 
had changed out her relatively conservative dress for one that was 
considerably shorter and lower cut, showing off her legs and boobs to 
their maximum advantage.  In the competitive world of real estate, it 
never hurt to use all your "assets" and my aunt wasn't afraid to do 
whatever it took to land a sale.

"Now you girls don't do anything I wouldn't do!" she warned us as she 
left the house.  Kristen and I both laughed at that one as it pretty much 
left the door open to do about anything.

Once she left, we went up to Kristen's bedroom to get her stuff.  
Actually it was her AND her mom's bedroom since they had always shared a 
bed since Kristen's dad had left.  Kristen's relationship with her mom 
was just one of many things I probably would have never been told about 
had I decided not to engage in incest.  When my mom finally DID tell me, 
it was like a big "duh" neon sign lit up over my head.  Sometimes I guess 
you don't see the things that are right in front of your face so I guess 
that's why when I was growing up I had no idea what else they "shared" 
with each other..

When Kristen and I first started masturbating together, I would sometimes 
wonder what it would be like to do more with a girl.  Other than playing 
with ourselves, Kristen and I never did anything more until after my 
freshman year in college.  Actually, it was probably best I didn't know 
because until I understood what incest really meant by having sex with my 
own parents, I think I would have freaked had I known that Kristen was 
doing it with her mom long before she was even a teenager!

"So, have you been bringing home quite a few boy toys for your mom 
lately?" I asked her, sitting down on the edge of the bed.

Kristen giggled and replied, "Nahhhhh, actually it's been a while.  Mom's 
been getting plenty on her own lately it seems judging from her 
commission checks."

I was sure she did and it certainly didn't hurt that she had a nineteen 
year-old sex-crazed daughter to offer as well when the deals got stuck.  
Unlike housework, I had a feeling Kristen never complained when her mom 
asked for her "help" at work.

It didn't surprise me the first time Kristen told me about what she did 
to help out her mom sometimes to seal a deal.  As much as I know it turns 
on guys to see me with another girl, it's nothing compared to the 
intensity created when they ask me if they have sex together with my mom 
and me.  While that will never happen (my mom would NEVER have sex with a 
guy not in her family - back to the adultery taboo), it still amazes me 
at how strong a fantasy that is for men.  About the only thing guys seem 
to want more is to see me being fucked by my dad - another fantasy I 
don't quite understand.

I have to admit that there are times when I envy Kristen as her mom isn't 
married.  Thus my aunt doesn't have to face any issues over committing 
adultery and thus two of them can do things my mom and I can't.  Lately I 
have been thinking about asking my aunt if I could pretend to be her 
daughter at one of her "sales meetings" but Kristen gets such a thrill 
from them that I haven't had the nerve so far to ask.

The dynamic duo didn't limit themselves to just work-related fun.  
Sometimes they just shared their dates for the fun of it.  As I mentioned 
before, Kristen prefers the young boys over her mom's older companions so 
she likes it better when she is the one to bring home the guy.  That 
said, she certainly didn't complain when her mom came home with one of 
her older dates.  Although there was probably no way she ever would have 
done a guy that age on her own, with her mom it was different and 
hopefully someday I'll get to experience it myself.

"Hey, want to see something?" she asked, bringing my head down from the 
clouds.  Well duh, what was I supposed to say - no?

Indeed, it was more a rhetorical question for her as she didn't wait for 
my answer and instead went over to the nightstand and opened up the top 
drawer.  She pulled out several pages of paper and handed them to me with 
a big grin all over her face.  Looking through them, I was a bit 
surprised, to say the least, to find they were printouts of some of the 
more recent tributes I had forwarded them from guys who had sent them to 
me.  Most were of Kristen since she seems to be a popular "target" for 
most guys; but a number of them were photos of my aunt, mostly in her 
bikini.  Of course, they all had one thing in common - they were 
splattered with some horny guy's cum!

"So I guess you didn't mind that I passed these on to you, eh?" I asked, 
the answer being obvious with the evidence in my hand.

"Crap, I remember the first time I showed them to my mom, she about 
freaked," Kristen chuckled.  "Not the messy stuff..., she thought I might 
be sending out nudes or something as well to get them off this much."

Well, that was certainly nothing for either of them to be worried about.  
Although I have been asked literally hundreds of times for nudes of my 
aunt and cousin (not to mention the rest of my family and of course, me), 
I have always refused since I didn't have their permission nor would I 
expect to get it.  It is one thing to be a slut in person; but to have 
your photos circulating around the world is another thing entirely.

Back when I first started fooling around on the Internet, I use to send 
out nudes of me to just about anyone and even ran a web site for a while 
where guys could download them.  Then I started seeing them appear on 
other people's profiles and web sites so I quit sending them out as a 
general rule.  After all, I figure if guys want nude pics of young women 
there are millions available for free on the Internet so why did they 
need any of me?  So now my philosophy is that if someone wants to see 
what I look like and get off from that, it's fine with me but al they 
will get are "regular" family photos.  That's one reason why I love it 
when guys use them for tributes as it shows they want me more for who I 
am than just cumming to a nude pic that could be anyone.

"So, did you two get off from them?" I asked, "You know, guys always ask 
me if you do and I have always just assumed you did.  I mean, you are 
always asking me to get you more."

Kristen giggled again.  "Oh yeah, more than a few times.  Remember those 
videos you passed on that showed a guy cumming on me in different 
outfits?  You know, the ones with the audio where he kept saying how much 
he wanted to fuck me?  Well, they got me so horny that I simply HAD to 
show them to my mom and then both of us just HAD to do something about 
it, if you know what I mean."

I certainly did!  We both had a good laugh over that one and then she put 
the photos back in the drawer as we changed clothes before leaving for 
her school.  It was a nice day outside but still a bit on the cool side 
so we both decided to wear jeans.  I added a new sweatshirt I had just 
bought from the school bookstore, figuring I may as well advertise the 
home school a bit.  Kristen just threw on a light blouse which didn't do 
much to hide of what was underneath.  From all appearance, most people 
would have thought we were just two typical college girls, even if we did 
have anything but typical plans for the evening.


Chapter 4 - Kristen's "Game"
============================
We grabbed out backpacks and walked down to the T-Station.  It was a bit 
of a hike but I didn't to leave my car overnight in the city lot.  We 
could probably have asked my dad to drive us but it was a nice day for a 
walk and I hadn't seen the old neighborhood in a while anyway.  After an 
uneventful train trip to downtown Pittsburgh, it was an quick and easy 
bus trip to the main campus.

Walking around, the first thing that struck me was how everything was so 
different from my school.  Here we were, all the fun things of a big city 
around us, traffic galore and people everywhere.  In contrast, my school 
is on the outskirts of a relatively small city in the middle of nowhere, 
without even so much as a bus to get you around.  Now that I was back in 
my home town, I realized just how much loved being in the city and all it 
had to offer.  Thankfully it was just a few more months before I would be 
graduating and leaving Hooterville.

As we approached her dorm, without seeing the sign out front you would 
have thought it was just another big office building crowded in among the 
others.  In contrast, mine was out in the open with grass and open areas 
surrounding around it.  We entered through the front door where Kristen 
had to show her ID card to get through security and then sign me in as a 
guest at the front desk.  I guess with all the issues today on large 
campuses that a little tighter security was required.  My dorm had a 
guard but I think he was there more to keep the boys out than the crooks.

We went through the lobby and then took an elevator to the third floor 
where her room was.  It may not have seemed like much to her, but I would 
have KILLED for an elevator at my school back when I was in a dorm.  
Fortunately, there had been only three stories but freshman were all on 
the top floor.  In my head I could vividly remember traipsing up and down 
those damn stairwells so many times!  Kristen nudged me and pointed to 
the ceiling.  Looking up, I realized we were under surveillance and so I 
waved to the camera.  Kristen pulled me towards her and planted a big 
kiss on my lips.  Not to be outdone, I returned the favor and we held it 
until the chimes indicated we were at our floor.  I could just imagine 
some poor security guy getting a hard-on watching us!  We both were still 
laughing when we reached her floor and the doors automatically opened to 
let us out.

Kristen's room was about half way down the hall from the elevators and I 
marveled at the crap some of the girls had posted on their doors.  Some 
of it was all but obscene - well, maybe some of it WAS.  There weren't 
any nudes or anything like that, but some if it got pretty suggestive.  
When we got to her room, she pulled a key out from her bag and opened the 
door.  A big "Kristen and Sara's Doll House" sign was taped front and 
center on the door and I half expected to see a signup sheet under it.

Inside the room as about what I expected - a dump.  Kristen was never one 
for housecleaning and evidently neither was Sara, her roomie.  Clothes 
and underwear (the bras must have been Sara's as I don't Kristen even 
owns one) were strewn about everywhere and the walls were plastered with 
posters and pictures.

One photo in particular caught my eye - it was a picture of her in her 
bikini at the beach.  Ordinarily it wouldn't have been anything to draw 
my attention (although Kristen DID look terribly sexy in the outfit).  In 
this case, however, the photo included a guy's cock at the bottom and his 
cum was plastered all over her!  My jaw dropped as I realized that my 
nasty little cousin had one of her tributes hanging up on display for 
everyone to see!  It was like a kid bringing home her homework with a 
star on it and posting it proudly on the refrigerator door.

Seeing me staring at it, Kristen grinned and said, "Oh yeah, I get a LOT 
of comments on that one!"

Just then a guy stuck his head in the door and called over to Kristen 
saying, "Hey girl, glad to see you're back."

Despite the fact I knew the dorm was coed, I still had to shake off years 
of conditioning as I instinctively started to cringe when I realized that 
a guy was at the door.  Trust me, such a thing had NEVER happened during 
my dorm years, that was for sure!

"So who's the new babe?" he continued, his eyes mentally undressing me 
without a hint of shame.

Kristen patiently explained how I was her long-lost cousin from a school 
far, far away and that I would be staying the night with her.  Then she 
walked over to the door and whispered something to him in his ear just 
low enough I couldn't quite make it out except for words like, "the game" 
and "she will" that I more lip-read than anything else.  When she was 
finished, the guy gave Kristen a thumbs-up and left with a big grin on 
his face..

"So what was all THAT about?" I asked when she came back in the room.

"Oh, he just wanted to know if the game was on tonight," she said, 
knowing she was teasing me by telling me just enough to be curious 
without actually spilling the beans about anything else.  As much as I 
hated myself for falling for it, my curiosity WAS peaked so I took the 
bait and ran with it.

"Game?" I repeated innocently.

"Oh, it's just something Sara and I do," she teased, "Don't worry, you'll 
find out soon enough."

From past experience at similar exchanges, I knew better than to try and 
pump her for more information.  Once Kristen made her mind up about 
something there was no changing it so I figured I may was well wait until 
she was ready to share.  We left the room and for the rest of the 
afternoon she gave me the grand tour of the campus.  Although I had 
driven through it many times in the past, I never really looked at it 
from a student's perspective.  Kristen showed me where her classes were 
and the hospital where she hoped to take nursing classes someday.  Most 
of the time we spent scoping out the various clubs and restaurants she 
liked to hang out at.  Rather than subject me to more cafeteria food, we 
ate at an interesting joint where everything is served with French fries 
and sauerkraut piled on the meat between the bread.  Sounds sort of weird 
but it tasted great!

We got back to the dorm again just in time as it was starting to get dark 
and the weather had chilled down enough to make my sweatshirt a bit 
inadequate.  This time on the way to her place we stopped by a number of 
other rooms where she introduced me to some of her friends so by the time 
we actually got to her room it was well into the evening.

The two of us were standing in the hallway as she unlocked her room when 
another guy stopped by.

"So, everything still on for tonight?" he asked.  From the anxious look 
on his face I had a feeling he wasn't talking about a study group get-
together.  Now if I had been at school I really would be getting ready 
for bible study, but somehow I doubted he meant THAT either.

"Geeze, hold your horses, Tracy," Kristen scolded him, "You know how it 
works so if you want in, you had better get going."

Needless to say, by now I was practically bursting with curiosity but I 
was doing my best to appear nonchalant.  Damn, what sort of game was 
Kristen going to be playing and even more important, what did it have to 
do with me?

Tracy just nodded and then he reached down to drop a folded slip of paper 
into a can by the door.  I hadn't noticed it before and when I looked 
closer I saw it was full of similar pieces of paper, each folded in half 
like there was going to be some sort of drawing.  Kristen gathered it up 
after she opened the door and we went inside where she closed the door 
and locked it this time behind us.

"Hmmm, let's see who we've got for tonight," she mused, dumping the pile 
out on her bed.  She started opening them up and dividing them into two 
piles.  It was then I realized each one had a name and phone extension 
written on it.

"Hmmmmmm, got to keep him!" she muttered, throwing it into the smaller 
pile.

"Ewwwww, not tonight," she grimaced as she tossed the next into a much 
larger pile.  I just sat back and watched as she separated the contents 
into two piles.  When she was finished, she gathered up the larger pile, 
crumpled them together into a big wad and tossed them into a nearby 
garbage can.

"Some guys just can't take a hint," she muttered to herself cryptically, 
rubbing her hands together as if washing away the dirt from holding those 
pieces in her hand.

Then Kristen gathered the others and started to sort them out into some 
sort of order.  It didn't appear to be alphabetical so I had no idea what 
criteria she was applying.  She was deep in thought and so I just kept 
watching and waiting to see what this was all about.  It looked like 
there were about fifteen or twenty of them that had survived whatever 
weeding-out process she had just conducted.  When she was done, she 
thumbed through them one last times, rearranging a couple until she sat 
up with a pleased look on her face.

"Been a while since I have this so I guess everyone wanted to get in on 
it tonight," she told me, even though I was still clueless as to what she 
was talking about.

"OK, OK, how about cutting out the theatrics for once and just tell me 
what's going on," I blurted out, unable to contain myself anymore.

"Oh, I thought you knew about my little game?" she answered acting all 
innocent, "I could have sworn I told you once."

Enough already!  I let out a big sigh of despair and dramatically rolled 
my eyes towards the ceiling until she cracked up and finally broke down 
and explained everything to me.

"Well, as you might imagine, if we just opened the door and let anyone 
in, the place would be packed with horny guys," she explained in a 
matter-of-fact tone, as if it was all perfectly routine.  "So Sara and I 
came up with our own system."

I may not be the sharpest knife in the drawer, but I can usually hold my 
own and so I quickly picked up where she was leading.  Sure enough, she 
explained how periodically they would play a game where guys dropped off 
their names in the can and then one of them would select the names and 
order.  It was then required that the other had to let the guys fuck her 
in that order.  Usually there were more guys than time (or stamina) so 
they would go on until the one getting fucked called it quits.  Sometimes 
this might be after just a couple guys while typically it would go on for 
most of the night.  Kristen said there had only been one time they ran 
out of names and that was back at the start before many people knew about 
it.

"And just how often do you two play your so-called 'game", eh Kristen?" I 
asked her quietly, not too sure how to respond yet so I stalled for time.

Frankly, had anyone else tried to tell me about such a "game", I would 
never have believed them, thinking they were exaggerating or simply 
pulling my leg.  With Kristen, though, such thoughts never even came to 
my mind.  I didn't doubt for one moment she was completely serious about 
this - or her claims that she had done it many times in the past.  What 
can I say?  As innocent as she may look, my cousin's a complete slut in 
every sense of the word and loves it.  So when it came to my younger 
cousin, you never knew what she was going to do next which I guess is 
part of why I found it exciting to hang around with her..

"Ohhhhhh, I think this will be the sixth or seventh time," she said, 
thinking for a minute as she counted silently on her fingers, trying to 
pretend she didn't quite remember.  "We didn't start it until this year 
so it's still sort of new.  It keeps getting more popular - I wonder 
why?"

Yeah right, she had no idea why it was popular.  And I was the Queen of 
the Nile!  I didn't buy all that crap for one second but I didn't try to 
refute her.  

The more I thought of it, the more it sounded like a college boy fantasy 
than reality or something you would read about in some porn letter.  I 
wondered who had thought of it?  It wouldn't have surprised me to find 
out one of her boyfriends planted the idea in her pretty blonde head but 
at this point even she probably didn't know for sure.

"So what's with the names you threw away?" I asked.

"Oh, those," she said flippantly, "Well, when you have as many guys 
signing up as we do these days, no sense in messing around with the 
jerks, fat guys, and such.  By now I know most of guys around here - if 
you know what I mean."

Well, how considerate of her, I thought to myself a bit sarcastically.  

Kristen then frowned and shook her head in mock disgust.  "Well, I just 
don't let ANYONE fuck me, you know." She saw the sly grin appear on my 
face and feigned disappointment in me.

"C'mon, Kelly, you know I really do have SOME standards, even if they're 
not as rigid as yours," she insisted. 

I guess that was true but until now I just assumed it meant he had two 
legs and a dick.  Well, at least she weeded them out ahead of time.

"So... how does this game of yours work?" I asked.

"Well, tonight you're here so I did the picking," she informed me.  "So I 
guess you know what role you'll playing tonight."

Well, duh.  As if I hadn't seen THAT coming!  Anyway, she continued on 
with her explanation.

"OK, it's really pretty simple.  You see, now that I've chosen the names, 
we start with the guy at the top of the pile, call him, and then he has 
fifteen minutes to get his ass in here and do his thing with you.  Then 
we kick him out and move on to the next name.  Game's over when you've 
had enough or we run out of names."  Well, I couldn't see using up all 
those names in the pile so it was going to be interesting to see how long 
this "game" went on tonight.  I was curious about one thing though.

"What about the other girls on your floor.  Do they know what's going on 
in here?"

"Oh sure," Kristen said, waving it off like it was nothing, "Heck, nobody 
cares what anyone else does so long as it doesn't get too loud or 
anything."

Damn!  If a boy even tried to set foot in my dorm back home there would 
have been half a dozen do-gooders turning him in before you could blink.  
Here, the only concern seemed to be whether the music got too loud.  God 
bless the public school system!

"You ready?" she asked.

"I don't know," I shrugged, "Don't I have to get ready or anything?"

"Nahhhhh, the first guy will take care of that, trust me!"

Kristen took the top name from the list and smiled.  "Mmmmmmm, Neil was 
one of the first guys I did when I started here last year ...Damn nice 
cock too!  I think you'll like him, he's your type."

There was something surreal about listening to my cousin talk about some 
guy I had never met this way.  And what was "my type" anyway?  Heck, even 
I didn't wasn't always sure what "my type" was so how did she know?

Unsure of what else to do, I just sat back and watched as she picked up 
her phone and called Neil to inform he that he was lucky enough to be the 
first one tonight.  It all seemed to be happening in slow motion, almost 
like in a haze.  Teasing about all of this with Kristen before was one 
thing, but now that it was apparently really going to happen, well that 
was another story to be sure.


Chapter 5 - Neil is First
=========================
Neil must have literally flown down the steps and hallway as it seemed to 
be only seconds after Kristen hung up that there was a rapid series of 
knocks on the door.  Kristen grinned at me and then walked over to unlock 
the door and opened it just a crack.  Seeing that it was Neil, she opened 
the door wide enough to let him in.  My first impression of Neil was that 
her description was pretty accurate.  Handsome, tall and judging by with 
bulge already growing in his pants, probably well hung as well.  Hmmm, 
maybe we WAS my type!  Neal was wearing some well-worn jeans and a school 
T-shirt which showed off his muscular physique quite well.  He looked a 
little older and I was guessing that he was a senior or maybe even a grad 
student.

Neil noticed me sitting on the bed and after taking a good look at me, he 
turned back to Kristen with a hint of puzzlement in his face.

"Ok, so where's Sara?" he asked.  "And who's this?"

Kristen quickly explained who I was and that it was me he would be 
fucking tonight.  My thoughts were a bit jumbled and confused as I 
struggled between my natural attraction for a guy like Neil and an 
unexplainable shyness.  Under normal circumstances I would have loved to 
flirt with him and tease but there wasn't anything "normal" about this.  
Even when I was escorting I was still under control of the situation but 
here it was like Kristen was pimping me and that was for some reason 
causing me some issues.

For better or worse, I wasn't going to have a lot of time dealing with my 
internal issues.  As conflicted as I was, I felt a wave of relief that he 
didn't look disappointed at the prospect of having me instead of Sara or 
Kristen.  Things began to focus and come into perspective as I realized 
that he was just another college boy with only one thing on his mind - 
getting laid.  As far as he was concerned, I was sure it didn't matter 
who I was so long as I let him fuck me.

Kristen was suddenly being quiet herself, for once, so Neil took the 
initiative.  I had a strong feeling this wasn't his first time playing 
Kristen's little game.  He moved over closer to me and grinned broadly, 
showing off a perfect set of white teeth.

"Damn, wish I had a cousin that looked like you!" he whispered under his 
breath just loud enough for me to hear.  He started to undo his pants and 
then seemed to finally realize that I was still just sitting there 
quietly, "Well, you just gonna sit there or what?"

I may not have been quite sure what to expect when Kristen had invited me 
to her dorm room for the night, but this entire affair was certainly NOT 
even remotely anything I had considered.  My initial instinct was to just 
get up and leave.  After all, what right did Kristen have farming me out 
like some piece of meat for something could only at best be called a 
"quickie" with a bunch of horny college boys?

In case you're wondering why someone like me would be having the issues I 
was having, you need to understand that for me, sex is 80-90% mental.  
The same guy that bores me fucking me in the bedroom can drive me insane 
if he does me at the beach in the water surrounded by people.  When my 
father fucks me it isn't his overwhelming technique or cock size that 
makes it so special, it's that he is my father.  Being fucked by a 
married guy if his wife is watching doesn't make me cum nearly as hard as 
if he is doing me while talking to his wife on the phone - and she has 
not idea is he is cheating on her at the same time.  Looking at porn 
doesn't do much for me but seeing a pic of me with a guy's cum on it and 
his cock gets me instantly wet.  So you need to understand - for me It's 
all mental.

The mental thing was main reason I was as perturbed as I was over 
Kristen's plan.  She hadn't forewarned me about it to allow me to absorb 
it and prepare for it.  Over the years I have found that there are many 
things I don't mind trying IF I have time to think about it first and 
prepare myself mentally.  Most of the "bad" times I've had weren't 
necessarily all that "bad".  "Unexpected" would be the more correct way 
to describe them.

Well, this situation certainly qualified as one of these times!  My point 
is that if Kristen had told me about all of this back at her house, maybe 
even with her mom there to egg us on, by now I probably would have been 
practically dripping with anticipation.  I mean, it's not like I hadn't 
been fucked by a string of strangers before!  Unfortunately, thanks to 
the unexpected turn of events, I was feeling like some freshman at her 
first high school dance, unsure of herself and hoping to be wanted by the 
guys yet wary of the lewd boys were circling her like vultures.

Feeling a hint of panic, I looked over at Kristen who was now motioning 
for me to get going and strip.  When she saw the way I was looking at 
her, she faked a big huff and stood there with her hands on her hips, 
probably wondering what was wrong with me.  Seeing my cousin disappointed 
in me wasn't helping matters, that was for sure, but feeling guilty 
wasn't the same as feeling horny and my pussy certainly wasn't responding 
yet either.

Neil, obviously, didn't have a clue as to the dynamics in the room and 
had already stripped off all of his clothes.  Before I knew it he was 
standing in front of me, totally nude except for his watch which he kept 
looking at with all the patience of someone late for work waiting for a 
bus.  It was pretty obvious what he must have been thinking; his fifteen 
minutes of fame was flying by and when was he going to get his share of 
my pussy?  The more I looked at him the more I saw what a hunk he was.  
Hmm, maybe this wasn't such a bad thing after all.

You know how it feels when suddenly your entire mindset suddenly shifts, 
when it's like a spell has been cast over you and suddenly you "see the 
light"?  It was like that now for me as my eyes locked in on his horny 
cock and my pussy suddenly ached so hard it was like I was having a 
menstrual cramp.  Who cared what led up to this?  Who cared what he 
thought of me?  In that moment my logical mind suddenly checked out and 
my physical needs and emotions took over.  You could say I went from 
running under full control to letting myself just respond by instinct.  
It's not something that can be explained, it just happens!

Neil wasn't exactly a master at reading people so he missed whatever 
signs there might be in my posture and expression that would have told 
him I wanted him like a bitch in heat.  Most of the change was in my head 
and inside of me, notably my pussy, so it wasn't like a neon sign was 
suddenly flashing over me announcing "Fuck Me".  Kristen knew me well 
enough to recognize what was happening and she was smiling now as she 
knew what was going on inside her cousin's head.

"Here, I'll help you," Neil said with a definite note of exasperation in 
his voice.  He put his hands on my shoulders and pushed me onto my back 
leaving my legs hanging over the edge of the bed.

You had to say one thing, the boy was certainly ready to go!  His cock 
was now hard as a rock, one of those that had a bit of an upward curve to 
it such that when he was standing it pointed up at the ceiling like a 
heat-seeking missile ready for launch.  Kristen had been right, he DID 
have a nice cock!  Other than my dad's, I hadn't had a hard dick in ages 
and this one was looking better the more I saw of it.  In the end, while 
this may not have been exactly the type of situation I had been 
expecting, I HAD expected to get fucked one way or another.  After all, 
THAT was pretty much a given if you hung around with Kristen for more 
than a few hours.

Neil roughly undid my jeans and quickly pulled them down and off of my 
legs, leaving me bare-ass on the bed.  Evidently he wasn't a big tit-guy 
as he didn't appear to be too concerned with my sweatshirt.  He just 
pushed it up and out of his way as he kneeled on the floor between my 
legs and immediately started to lick my pussy with his outstretched 
tongue.  If I had anything to say about it, he could have started with 
some light touches and some attention to my thighs but under the 
circumstances I guess his actions were understandable.  Besides, what guy 
really likes foreplay anyway?  Most I have known just want to get right 
down to it and only act "sensitive" to appease me.

"Mmmmmmm, not bad," he murmured, his voice barely recognizable with his 
face pushed up against my crotch.

To be perfectly honest, I would have preferred Kristen to be eating me 
out while I sucked him or something like that as my cousin was a million 
times better at licking my pussy than this guy.  That said, he wasn't 
much different than most guys I've been with.  For whatever reason, men 
just don't get it when it comes to licking pussy, no matter how many 
times I've tried to teach them and even demonstrate for them on another 
girl.  Well, that's not a really fair thing to say.  There ARE a small 
number of them out there that have mastered the art so girls, if you find 
one of these rare treats, hang on to him like a blood diamond because 
they come few and far between (no pun intended)!

Kristen actually had a kitchen timer going on the desk across from me so 
I could see from the time remaining that Neil had already used up half 
his time.  Seeing the timer for the first time, I couldn't help but think 
that this was the first time I had sex with an actual timer running!  
Neil was looking at his watch periodically, keeping track of the time 
remaining as well.  Realizing how much time had already gone by, he must 
have decided it was more important to fuck me than eat me.  Without any 
warning he suddenly just pulled his head out from between my thighs and 
then stood between my legs, stroking his wonderful hard cock slowly with 
his right hand.  There's just something about seeing a guy getting horny 
because of me, to the point where he is rubbing his own cock right in 
front of me, that has always been a turn-on.

So far I had yet to say a word or even really make a move for that 
matter.  But then, did it really matter?  Neil certainly didn't seem to 
need my help; he was all but using me as a sex toy to masturbate with for 
all the care and concern he had for me personally.  Granted, he only had 
fifteen minutes to "git er done" so it wasn't like we had time for formal 
introductions and tender foreplay, but we hadn't even said one word to 
each other up to this point.

Neil started to move his cock closer to my pussy when he looked back at 
Kristen and grinned, "Well, I guess it's safe to say that she's no 
virgin."

Kristen laughed like it was the funniest thing she had heard all day and 
responded with a nasty smirk, "I guess you could say that."

Damn, I wanted to yell at both of them and say, "Hey, I'm here you know 
so you can stop talking like I'm not." At the same time, it was a bit my 
fault as so far I was just going along with things and besides, I may 
have been horny but that didn't mean I was in some great conversational 
mood.  It didn't help things that his pussy licking skills were so lame 
it hadn't even really turned me but at least he had gotten me wet with 
his spit so even though I wasn't exactly flowing with pussy juices it 
wasn't like I was dry either.

Neil turned back to me and with one hand he held his cock to take aim at 
my pussy while he used the other to spread apart my pussy lips, revealing 
my pussy hole for him.  I felt the pressure of his cock as he pressed it 
up against my pussy and then the sudden mixture of pain and pleasure as 
he gave a hard push and forced it deep into me.

"Damn, she's fucking tight!" he said to Kristen.

Ummmmm, hello!  What was with this anyway?  Couldn't he talk to ME?  
After all, I was the girl he had his dick inside of at the moment.  The 
least he could do it direct his comments to me and not my cousin.

Once he was in me, Neil didn't waste any time, stroking himself hard and 
fast, in and out of my cunt.  Now that I had a cock in my pussy, things 
were getting better.  It didn't matter what mood I was in or what I was 
doing, there was just something about having a dick in my pussy that made 
everything else pale in comparison.  Sometimes I think I would be 
happiest if I just had one in me 24 hours a day!

"Ummmmm," I moaned softly as he fucked me non-stop, "Oh yeahhhhhhh."

"Ahhhhhh, she can speak!" Neil exclaimed, "You like my dick in you, don't 
you?"

At least he was talking to ME now.  And yes, I DID like his dick in me so 
it wasn't hard to respond softly to him with the words I was sure he 
wanted hear.

"Oh yeah, you feel so good in me."

"Shit, how come your pussy's still so tight," he groaned as he pushed 
himself deeper in me, "Hell, even Kristen's isn't this tight."

Well, NOW he had my attention.  It was the first time anyone had told me 
my pussy was tighter than Kristen's and I could see her frowning now 
behind him.  If looks could kill!!!!!

"Two minutes," Kristen announced, still sounding a bit miffed at his last 
comment on her pussy.  He hadn't earned any extra time for himself, that 
was for sure.

"Don't worry," he said between panting, "Almost there... god DAMN it 
feels good!"

I felt him thrust himself extra hard against me, driving me back on the 
bed with the force of it as he buried his cock as deep inside of me as he 
could.  I lifted my head to look down but all I could see was the base of 
his crotch butted up against my pussy, his thick pubic hair pressed 
tightly in between.  His cock was nowhere to be seen but I knew from the 
feeling inside of me where it was!

"Ahhhhhh, here it cums," he groaned, "Take my cum bitch."

Sure enough, a sudden feeling of warmth blossomed deep inside of me as 
his cock released its first load of sperm into me.  It was quickly 
followed by another and then yet another with a number of small 
"aftershocks" after that.  Each time he shot a load he would press 
tighter against me as if trying to deposit each one even deeper inside of 
me.

"Time's up!" Kristen announced.

Neil started stroking me anyway, ignoring Kristen.

"HEY!" she said, stepping up and spanking him on his bare butt, "I said 
time was up.  Get your damn cock out of my cousin... NOW dammit."

Reluctantly, Neil withdrew and I could see his cock was still hard but 
now it was glistening in the dim light, covered with a mixture of my 
pussy juices and his cum.  He took a deep breath and stared at my pussy 
as I pushed his cum from me for him to watch.  Then he quickly dressed 
and as he started to leave, Kristen stopped him at the door.

"Hey, forget something buster?" she said sternly with her hand 
outstretched.

Neil sighed and then reached in his pocket, pulling out his wallet.  He 
opened it up and pulled out some bills which he gave to Kristen who took 
it eagerly.

"Well, thanks and hope you had a good time!" Kristen said to him as he 
left.

Once she had closed the door and locked it again, I sat up in the bed 
letting my oversized sweatshirt fall back down again to my bare hips.

"OK, what the hell was THAT all about?" I demanded.

Kristen looked at me with her classic doe eyes, as if she had no idea 
what 
she as talking about.

"Don't give me that look... You know damn well what I'm talking about 
girl.  So what's with the money?" I said, insisting on an answer, "You 
know, I'm no fucking whore."

"Hey, a girl's got to make ends meet," she said with a serious look, "Not 
everyone has a rich lawyer for a daddy you know."

Unconvinced, I just folded my arms and remained there on the edge of the 
bed.  At this point I had no idea what to say to her.  Kristen was my 
favorite cousin and I loved her dearly, but I never dreamed she would 
prostitute herself!  Then I remembered how when I tried out the escort 
business and my mom had asked me back what I thought the men who hired me 
thought of me, whether they thought I was just an extra slutty date or a 
prostitute.  At the time, I had insisted that since I wasn't doing it for 
the money it meant I wasn't a whore.  If I was to be honest with myself 
though, how much different was that from what Kristen was doing?

Kristen sat down next to me and I felt her hand on my bare bottom, 
rubbing me slowly.

"So anyway, did Neil fuck you good?" she asked in an transparent attempt 
to change the subject.  "From what I saw, you wanted it pretty bad 
yourself."

Even though she was asking me about it, oddly enough, it was almost as if 
it had never happened.  Things had gone so quickly, and to be brutally 
honest he was so forgettable, that if wasn't for the cum still oozing 
from my pussy, I could almost convince myself it had never even happened.  
Of course I LOVE to be fucked and it HAD felt good to feel a hard dick in 
me again, even if it wasn't something I would go home and brag to my mom 
about.


Chapter 6 - Contestant Number 2, Come on Down!
==============================================
When I didn't say anything in return, she got up and looked at her list 
of names.  Kristen picked up the phone and called the next guy, a 
conversation that lasted all of about ten seconds.

"Well, here comes number two!" she announced.

As much as I was starting to accept all of this, I still couldn't help 
but frown.  Technically I hadn't agreed to do another guy.  Since I 
hadn't protested, she took it as acquiescence on my part.  That's just 
how I was thinking about it now, doing it for HER, not me.

My thoughts were interrupted by a timid knock at the door and Kristen 
opened it to let the next guy in.  First impressions this time were polar 
opposites of the first, leading me to wonder about the criteria for 
weeding-out process.  Crap, if this guy made the cut, I could only 
imagine what the guys she tossed out must have been like!  He looked like 
the classic geek; short and skinny, bad haircut, thick black rimmed 
glasses, clothes that looked like his mother had picked out for him this 
morning.  Probably the one thing that stuck out the most, though, was the 
expression on his face.  "Deer in the headlights" was never a more 
appropriate description for what he looked like.

With the bitchy mood I was in, had your typical macho guy come in and 
started ordering me about just so he could fuck me any way he wanted, I 
might had just crossed my legs and told him to go to hell.  For some 
reason, this guy (Kristen hadn't even told me his name yet) caught me off 
guard and my instincts kicked in.  If there was one thing that turned me 
on, it was to tease some poor guy who wasn't sure of himself.

Scooting back on the bed, I put my feet on the edge and opened my legs 
like some shameless stripper flashing the guys in the front row.  My 
sweatshirt was still hanging down onto my lap, covering up most of my 
crotch but I was sure he could see enough to know I wasn't wearing 
anything else underneath, at least not so far as my bottom was concerned.  
Once again the light switch in my head flipped and suddenly I was feeling 
incredibly horny and my pussy was tingling like crazy.  Had I been alone 
I would've been masturbating like mad.  As it was, here was this dorky 
guy, wanting to fuck me, standing just a few feet away so why not take 
advantage of the situation?

"C'mon, David, can't you see she wants it?" Kristen teased the poor boy.  
Then she lowered her voice and whispered to him, "By the way, you DO know 
you're paying whether you fuck her or not, don't you?"

David, at least I knew his name now, hesitated again so I figured he 
needed some more "incentive".  Unlike his predecessor, it was sort of 
cute to watch the geek's reactions.  Obviously he must have wanted to 
have sex with a girl at some point or why put his name in Kristen's can?  
Maybe he had done it on a dare, figuring the odds that his name would 
actually be pulled to be impossible.  How many times had he masturbated 
dreaming of being called to come to Kristen's room and fucking her or 
Sara - or both?  Undoubtedly, in his dreams he had been in charge and a 
great lover, making the two sluts cum again and again until finally he 
came all over their faces.  Only problem was now he facing a real girl, 
not just some imaginary dream, and he was back to being his usual geeky 
self.

I pulled myself to the edge of the bed and stood up.  The sweatshirt 
dropped down to cover my bare bottom but that didn't matter at the 
moment.  All I had on my mind was getting my hands on this shy boy's 
dick, to do everything he had ever dreamed a girl could do to him.  By 
the time I was done, he would be jerking off three times a day 
remembering me!

Since he wasn't helping out by moving forward, I stepped up to him and 
then dropped to my knees in front of him.  Quickly, I grabbing his belt 
and undid it and then unsnapped his jeans.  When I drew down the zipper 
it sounded incredibly loud in the stillness of the room.  Kristen wasn't 
making a sound and David was just staring down at me as I pulled his 
jeans down to his ankle.  I couldn't help but smile when I saw he was 
wearing classic Haines jockey shorts but my attention quickly turned to 
other things as I saw his dick was threatening to pop out the top of the 
elastic waistband.

"Mmmmmmm, let's see what we've got under here," I murmured softly, 
speaking for the first time as my fingers grabbed each side of his shorts 
and started to pull them down.  I had to pull them out and away from his 
body to keep his hardening dick from catching which then flopped out when 
it was freed from the confines of his restrictive underwear.

I heard Kristen draw in a breath as we both stared at the dick that was 
now just inches in front of my face.  Damn, shy little David was hung 
like a horse!  I glanced over at her with a nasty grin on my face.  From 
the hungry look on her face, it was obvious she was wishing she had taken 
on this one.  It was probably meant to be a joke on her part, bringing in 
the geeky David, but now it was looking more like the joke was on her!

"Back off cuz, it's all mine," I teased her as I reached for his fat cock 
and grabbed it in my hand.

He had what I like to refer to as a "two-hander plus", meaning that I 
could use two hands on him and still leave his head sticking out like the 
knob at the end of a baseball bat.  Unfortunately, our time was limited 
so I wasn't going to be able to fool around playing with it as much as I 
would have liked.  Oh well!  Taking a deep breath, I just went for it and 
opened my mouth wide to take him in.

To my delight, David started to moaned softly as I took about half of him 
comfortably into my mouth and started to do a head bob on his dick.  As 
much as I would have normally loved to have sucked him for a while, what 
I REALLY wanted was to be fucked by this wonderful dick so the blowjob 
was more just to get him nice and hard than anything else.  That was 
certainly not going to take a lot of effort judging from the rate at 
which his cock was blowing up like a balloon at a fair booth.

Actually, when a guy is this big I prefer being fucked over a BJ anyway.  
Most of the time, the age-old adage, "size doesn't matter" was actually 
true as far as I was concerned when it came to sex.  It was only when the 
extremes were reached that I cared.  A small cock was easy to suck but if 
it was TOO small, then there was a lack of sensation in my cunt.

On the other hand, an extremely large cock was difficult to blow.  About 
the only reason I liked to suck big cocks was to show off as over the 
years I've gotten the deep-throat technique down pretty well.  As much as 
it turned guys on though, it is a pain and honestly, a cock down your 
throat isn't the most comfortable thing in the world as you can't 
breathe!  When an extra big cock was fucking me, though, then it WAS 
better.  It had to be pretty large to make much difference but in David's 
case, I couldn't wait to feel that dick deep inside of me.

Knowing Kristen, I had no doubt that she was making a mental note of 
David's cock and I had a feeling she would be calling him back for an 
encore performance before long.  She loved big cocks as a rule, and now 
that she knew what David was packing there was no way she would be 
letting this one run around without getting a piece of it for herself.  
Knowing she would be sucking him, I wanted to be sure to set the bar high 
for her so I dropped his dick from my lips and looked up at David.

"Get ready David... watch this!" I forewarned him.

After taking a few deep breaths to hyperventilate, I went down on his 
cock but this time I didn't stop when my mouth felt full but instead I 
dropped down even further onto his cock.  About three-quarters of the way 
down, I felt the tip of head pushing against the back of my throat.  
Despite my anticipation, for just a second I thought I was going to gag 
but then I relaxed my throat as best I could and pushed my head down on 
him further.  His cock forced its way down into my throat and once it 
went in a little, the gag reflex went away.  I felt him filling my throat 
as my face went down to meet the base of his dick.  A sense of thrill and 
accomplishment filled me as I took his entire cock in my mouth with my 
lips tight around the base of it in his crotch.

One thing I had noticed earlier was that David had a decent covering of 
pubic hair and from the faint odor of soap, he must have washed himself 
before making his entrance.  Even so, as I sucked him more his male 
muskiness started to overpower everything else as he got more worked up 
and I could taste the distinct flavor of his swollen dick.

"Oh my god," he groaned, "That's incredible."

It wasn't clear whether he was talking about the way it felt or the sight 
of his cock disappearing inside my mouth.  Different guys tell me 
different things about how it feels to get their cocks sucked.  Some 
claim to love the feeling, especially the 3way I use my tongue on them.  
Others tell me it is watching a girl take their cock in their mouth that 
really turns them on.  Personally, I think the latter guys are more into 
the domination aspect more than anything.  Somehow they think that a girl 
is being submissive when she sucks his dick.  Frankly, I look at it just 
the opposite - who is controlling who when I have his most tender body 
part between my teeth?

From his reaction, I wondered if any girl had ever taken David's cock all 
the way down before?  For that matter, had he even HAD a BJ before?  With 
a monster dick like his, surely word had to have gotten around so I 
doubted that he was a virgin.  Even if he had been sucked before, I would 
be willing to bet hard cash that none of them were able to do to him what 
I was doing at this moment.

Since it's physically impossible to breath with a dick down your throat, 
I couldn't stay this way very long.  Twisting my head around his shaft, I 
slowly raised my head and then let his cock pop from my mouth, then 
quickly drawing in a deep breath of air.  Looking over at Kristen, I 
winked at her and from the grin on her face, I knew she understood the 
challenge I had just thrown at her.  She wasn't a bad cocksucker herself 
from what I had seen in the past.

David was as hard as an iron rod by now and time was flying by so if I 
was going to be fucked by this great cock then I knew I had to move 
things along.  In one swift motion I pulled the sweatshirt up and over my 
head, dropping it on the end of the bed and then stood back a little from 
David.  My pussy tingled as his eyes roamed over my bare body, staring at 
my boobs and pussy the most.  No girl in the world could ever say she 
didn't like a guy looking at her the way David was looking at me now.  He 
wanted me... he wanted me bad and I loved it.

"You ready to fuck me now, David?" I asked him softly, with just a little 
flirting in my voice.

"Uhhhhh, sure!" he said after a moment's hesitation.  Like he was going 
to say no.  I would have bet good money that this was the first time in 
David's life that a decent looking girl had ever stood naked in front of 
him and invited him to fuck her in such direct words.

"Then do it," I said seductively as I turned him around and steered him 
backwards to the bed.

It was all just a little silly in that he still had his pants down around 
his ankle so he had to shuffle his way; but then it was only a few feet 
until we were there.  I put my hands on his shoulders and shoved him such 
that he fell back on the bed.  Reaching down, I lifted his feet, sneakers 
and all, until he got the hint and twisted his hips so he was now laying 
the full length of the bed on his back with his head on the pillow.

Kristen was still watching intently and unknown to David, she had quietly 
brought out her phone and was starting to take some pics.  We had never 
discussed doing any photos but I figured I didn't have anything worry 
about since I wasn't the one who went to school here.  Somehow I didn't 
think David would be too thrilled about it, though.

Time was still passing quickly so I jumped up on the bed and straddled 
his legs, holding his cock with one hand while I brushed my hair out of 
the way with the other.  My pussy was still pretty wet from my last 
fucking, not to mention the remains of Neil's cum which I doubted David 
had any idea was waiting inside of me to lubricate his cock along with my 
pussy juices.

"I'm gonna ride your cock now David, is that what you want?" I said with 
a naughty grin, "You want me to ride your nice, big cock David?  C'mon, 
tell me."

David's arms were at his sides with his hands were flat on the bed as if 
he didn't know what to do with them.  Fortunately, I knew what to do with 
mine as I scooted up on him until I was positioned over his throbbing 
dick.  God, it felt so damn big in my hand!  My pussy was really craving 
this big cock by now and so I hurried as fast as I could to get him in 
me.  Holding him with my right hand, I dropped down until I felt his cock 
head just start to push up against my anxious pussy.  Wiggling my hips, I 
felt it move under me until the tip was just trying to push its way 
inside of me and at that point, I literally just sat down on him.

David's cock was now stiff as a steel pole and with my pussy being so wet 
together with the full weight of my body pressing down on him, his cock 
had no place to go other than straight up inside of me.  I couldn't help 
but cry out as it felt like I was being ripped apart momentarily as his 
fat dick opened me up and drilled its way into me like a railroad spike 
being nailed into the ground with a sledge hammer.  Just as quickly, an 
incredible surge of pleasure consumed me as I felt him filling me up 
inside with my bare ass pressed against his coarse pubic hair.  One quick 
lift and another drop, just as quick as the first and I was there.

"Oh fuck, I'm cumming," I gasped to the delight of Kristen and the 
astonishment of David.

His cock had to feel like it was in some medieval vise as my pussy 
clamped down on his cock and squeezed it tightly as my muscles convulsed 
involuntarily around his dick.  I had one hand on each of my boobs and I 
gripped them like a climber making her way up a mountain wall, my fingers 
pressed deeply into them.

"Go girl!" Kristen cheered me on.  With my eyes shut tight I didn't see 
her but I could imagine what she was doing.  Either she was taking more 
pics with her phone or she was playing with herself.  Knowing Kristen, it 
was probably both.

It was a relatively short orgasm, as orgasms typically go for me, but 
extremely intense.  Beyond the incredible sensation of a cock this size 
inside of me, there was something about David that just got me turned on.  
Not that I would ever want him as a boyfriend, not in a million years.  
He claimed he wasn't a virgin yet I had a suspicion either he was flat 
out lying or whatever experience he had, it wasn't much - and certainly 
not with a real slut like me.  That was probably why he had signed up for 
Kristen's little house of prostitution, to get fucked really good for the 
first time in his life.  Well, he would remember this time, that was for 
sure!

"C'mon Kelly, make him cum," Kristen urged me, "We don't have all night, 
you know."

It would have suited me fine to have just turned off the kitchen timer 
but at the same time, it WAS nice to know there was a cutoff point 
already established.  It made it less awkward to tell a guy that I was 
done what I wanted with him and that he needed to go.  Looking over at 
the desk, I saw I had less than five minutes so it was time to kick 
things up a notch.

"Your turn now," I told David as I started to hump his cock like I was 
riding some kind of mechanical bull.  Leaning forward, I put my hand on 
the back of the bed behind his head and rocked on my knees forward and 
back, causing his dick to slide in and out of me without him having to do 
a thing - which was good because up until now, he had just been laying 
there like a corpse.

"You can touch me, you know," I encouraged him, "You can suck my tits, 
too."

My boobs were handing right over his face as I fucked his cock and that 
little encouragement was all he needed as he lifted his head up and 
grabbed one of my boobs like a calf going for its first taste of its 
mother's milk.  At the same time I felt his hands on my bare bottom and 
his fingers moving over my bare ass.  I loved my ass to be touched and 
played with, especially by someone like David, who had probably never 
felt a girl's ass like mine before, if he had ever felt one at all.

There wasn't any time for theatrics, multiple positions, etc.  so I just 
humped his cock the same as if he had been masturbating.  Of course, I 
would like to think my warm and wet pussy felt a lot better around his 
dick than his hand!  There was no doubt in my mind that it wouldn't be 
long before this kid was cumming and sure enough, I felt him begin to 
squirm under me and I knew the time was near.

David looked up at me and I saw panic in his eyes.

"Oh my God!  You gotta get off, I don't have a rubber on!" he gasped, as 
if THAT was going to make me give up this glorious dick in me.  Fat 
chance.

"It's OK, you can cum in me," I assured him, "I'm on the pill."

I didn't bother adding that at this point, it really didn't matter.  Once 
the male launch sequence was engaged, there was no extinguishing the fuse 
and David's countdown was well underway.  Personally, I find it 
intriguing that guys can't stop themselves from cumming.  If I don't feel 
like cumming, nothing on earth can FORCE me to.  David couldn't stop what 
was about to happen if you held a gun to his head, which was just fine 
with me!

Feeling him tensing under me, I leaned back and sat up straight on his 
dick, letting my full weight bear down on his crotch to drive him in me 
as far as he would go.  From the way it felt, that was quite a ways!

"C'mon, you can do it!" I encouraged him, wiggling my ass around him 
causing his cock to move around in me.

He was looking down at where my pussy was joined up to him, where his 
nice thick cock completely disappeared inside of me.  My hand 
instinctively went to my pussy where I rubbed my clit in front of him as 
I waited for the inevitable results of my efforts.

"Ahhhhhh," was all he said as I felt his hips push up against me.

As much as I love KNOWING a guy is cumming in me, how much I actually 
FEEL can vary quite a bit.  Some guys either don't cum a lot or it's a 
weak ejaculation and although I can tell from his reactions that he is 
doing it, I can't really feel his cum when it emerges from his cock and 
shoots into me.  At the opposite end of the spectrum were guys who came 
in me like a garden hose had been pushed up inside of me and faucet was 
suddenly turned ON except it felt warm and the feeling faded away quickly 
after a few moments.  The vast majority of guys fall somewhere in between 
but when you were lucky enough to have one of the latter ones, you just 
want him to never stop cumming!

David was one of those, one of the ones that could make me scream out 
with happiness when he came in me.  God, when he came in me it was like 
my whole lower abdomen was suddenly flooded with warmth and I felt his 
cock jerk into me just a little bit more as his primal instinct to mate 
me took over, overwhelming any concerns he might still have about getting 
me pregnant.  I like it best when a man shoots his sperm as deep as he 
can into me and fortunately, it seems most guys like that as well.

"Damn that feel so good," I moaned softly, throwing my head back and 
rubbing my clit even faster.

I was just on the verge of cumming again when the damn kitchen timer went 
off.

"That's it David," Kristen announced, "Time's up."

"Fuck that," I told her in a hoarse voice as my pussy was about to 
explode.  There was no way I going to stop when I was this close to 
cumming, no matter what her silly timer said.

Just then my orgasm struck me and again I groaned loudly and my pussy 
gripped his cock tightly as if trying to make sure he couldn't pull it 
out, as if that thought would ever cross his mind.

"Oh God... YES!" I moaned, "That's it... that's what I wanted!"

It was a good thing I was sitting on his lap as my legs felt like butter 
under me and I feel forward onto his chest.  His cock stayed inside of me 
and I felt him moving in and out of me ever so slightly.  As sensitive as 
my pussy was at that moment, it might have been only a fraction of an 
inch but it felt incredible.  Even had I wanted to, I couldn't move or 
speak.  I just me laying on top of him like a dead weight, my entire body 
tingling was my orgasm kept throbbing in my pussy and emanating 
throughout my body.  My head was buried in the pillow next to his head 
and it was all I could do to breath let alone say anything.

"Now THAT"S what I call a good fuck," Kristen announced.

I didn't have the energy to lift my head to look at her so I could only 
imagine what she was doing.  Even though the primary shock of my orgasm 
was waning, it was like a multitude of aftershocks keep bursting as his 
cock throbbed in me.  Each time he would shift his weight or squirm a 
little bit under my weight, it would rub his cock against the inner walls 
of my pussy and deliver yet another pulse of pleasure for me to enjoy.

"C'mon Kelly, we need to get things moving girl," my cousin urged me, 
sounding a bit impatient now..

Personally, I could have laid there another hour with his cock still in 
me and his cum draining slowly out of me.  It just felt so damn GOOD and 
I tried to imagine how it must look to Kristen, seeing his dick from 
behind me and between my legs, pushing its way inside of me and 
disappearing from view.  She probably wanted it for herself more than 
anything else.

Reluctantly, I rolled over on my side, allowing his dick to slide out 
from inside of me.  Suddenly my pussy felt so cold and empty and for an 
instant I toyed with the idea of remounting him.  Better judgment took 
over, though, and I allowed him to escape from under me and he got out of 
bed.  As for me, I rolled back over onto my stomach and laid there like I 
was dead.  Somehow I found the willpower move on my side just in time to 
watch David pull up his pants and tuck in his shirt.  God, seeing his 
dick, still hard and wet from my pussy,  disappear from view as his 
shorts were pulled up and over it, I wanted so bad to just jump out of 
bed and have him fuck me again and again.

David started to leave but it wasn't going to be that easy for him.  
Kristen met him at the door on his way out, little can in hand.

"Well David, looks like you fucked my cousin pretty damn good," she 
giggled, "Now don't forget something for me."

David sighed and pulled out his wallet, dropping some bills into 
Kristen's can.  I couldn't see how much it was but then did it really 
matter?  Too bad he didn't know that any guy with a cock like his could 
fuck me for free anytime he wanted to - and I meant just about any time.


Chapter 7 - Kristen Cleans Me Off
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"Damn Kristen, he was a LOT better than the first guy," I said to her as 
soon as the door was shut and we were alone once again.

"Yeah, it looked like you were enjoying it, that's for sure," Kristen 
agreed, "Made me want to jump in for a little of it myself!"

"Well?" I said slowly and drawn out, "Why not girl?"

Kristen laughed and flung her blonde hair back and forth.  "Maybe some 
other time," she agreed, "But tonight, someone was to keep track of 
things."

Then I saw the look in her eyes and the way she was licking her lips and 
I had a feeling the next name wasn't going to be drawn out right away.  
Boy, I sure can call 'em!

"Of course, that doesn't mean we can't take an intermission break," she 
giggled, moving in closer to me.

I knew exactly what my horny little cousin wanted and it was the same as 
what I wanted to do as well so I certainly didn't resist.  If anything, I 
encouraged her by rolling back over on my back and spreading my legs 
apart for her to see my wet pussy with David's cum still dripping from 
me.

"Hmmm, looks like somebody needs to be cleaned up before the next guy 
anyway," she rationalized.

I had a pretty good idea how Kristen intended to "clean" me and what she 
would be using to do it with - her incredibly talented tongue.

Kristen never even bothered to undress, not that she was wearing all that 
much to start with.  She just maneuvered herself quickly between my legs 
and without another word or even a sound, stuck her blonde head straight 
down into my crotch and began to lick the cum from my pussy.  I almost 
jumped off the bed when her tongue flicked over my hypersensitive clit.

"Oh god Kristen," I moaned, "That feels so damn good!"

As Kristen licked me, my pussy would contracted, forcing more of the cum 
out of me which she would then lap up like a cat with a bowl of milk.  
Her tongue made long, sweeping runs up and down my pussy slit, starting 
from the top edge and going down just past my pussy hole and then slowly 
back up again.

"Oh yeah, that's it Kristen, right there," I groaned as she worked her 
incredible tongue around my clit, driving me practically insane with 
pleasure.  

"Oh my god YESSSSSS," I cried out, louder than I probably should have, as 
yet another orgasm hit me.  This time it was different from the previous 
two, which is only obvious when you consider the others were with a guy 
and this one was with my cousin.  

My pussy was already soaked but I could still feel the wetness of my 
orgasm draining from me and onto her face.  Kristen looked so incredibly 
cute down there between my legs, her blonde hair contrasting against my 
light olive skin and her deep blue eyes staring up at my brown ones.  
Other than her mother and mine, Kristen was the best when it came to 
licking my pussy and I never turned down an opportunity when she was 
available.

When my orgasm finally waned, Kristen got up and stood up next to me, her 
mouth a grin from ear to ear and her face was covered with my pussy cum.

"Hmmmmmm, you know, he tasted pretty good in you," she declared, like a 
wine connoisseur after tasting a freshly opened bottle of the finest 
wine.  "Damn, I'm gonna have to get a piece of that for my own sometime."

After what she had done to me, I was exhausted and left panting heavily 
on the bed.  Even so, Kristen was relentless, calling up the third guy 
she pulled from the can.  I looked at her with almost desperation.  Damn, 
I really needed a break!

It didn't matter, I wasn't about to get one as someone knocked on the 
door once again.  For the rest of the evening, it pretty much went on 
like that.  In all Kristen claims that ten guys in all did me.  I have to 
take her word for it because after the fifth or sixth, I simply lost 
count.  It was almost like I was covered by a dense fog, except this was 
a fog filled with sensual pleasures.  If you were to base everything only 
on my memories, one guy just blends into the next, none of the rest 
really standing out on their own.  

A few facts about the night, some of which I have to take Kristen's word 
for it.

1. As I said earlier, a total of ten guys fucked me in all although I 
   only remember the names of the first two.  For some reason it seems 
   like it was more but I don't think she would have lied to me about 
   that.  It's not like my total was threatening her by any means!

2. ALL of them came just once and ALL of them came in my pussy which 
   was sort of a statistical anomaly.  Usually, when I get gangbanged       
   at least ONE guy will want to cum on me somewhere where he can see       
   it.  For whatever reason, that never happened this time around       
   although I can attest that I wasn't disappointed - I HATE getting       
   dried cum off of me and out of my hair   afterwards.

3. Kristen claimed to bring in a total of $250.  She charged different       
   guys different rates but she wouldn't let me in on what her pay       
   scale was.  Personally, I think she should at least double her       
   rates!

4. We quit early, around ten o'clock, because she claimed I fell       
   asleep and wouldn't wake up.  Obviously I disagree with her       
   testimony but I don't even remember the last guy so who knows,       
   maybe she is right.

We spent the night in bed together and in the morning took showers such 
that I was ready to head back home when she went to her first class.  
More than a few of the girls on her floor gave me some pretty strange 
looks but nobody said anything to either of us.  Even so, I doubted it 
was any secret what Kristen was doing in her room with a constant parade 
of men going and out at regular intervals.  I would have loved to hear 
what the other girls had to say about her little business adventure!

When I got home my mother immediately cornered me and demanded to know 
all the details.  She was a little shocked at the turn of events at first 
but then considering who I was with, it really didn't surprise her all 
that much.  I sort of "forgot" to tell her about the money side of things 
as I wasn't sure how my mom would react knowing her sweet little niece 
was a college prostitute.  It wasn't like she was hooking on street 
corners so I didn't feel bad about keeping it as Kristen and my little 
secret.

THE END

  
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