Kissing Cousins
We’ve all heard the phrase “Kissing Cousins,” but back in the day I had a very satisfying encounter with my own “kissing cousin” that ended up turning sexual and going way beyond just kissing!
I had no siblings, but the closest I had growing up to a “sister” was my cousin, Martha – called Marty by family members. She was my aunt’s (my Mom’s sister’s) daughter, half a year younger than me, a green-eyed blonde who, by the time we both turned 18, was tall, very attractive, superbly-proportioned with a taught, tight, muscular ass and a luscious set of 38D-cup tits that seemed to be constantly struggling to escape what I judged as a bra she habitually wore that was at least two cups smaller than her more-than-ample, pendulous tits required. When the Midwestern weather grew chilly, Marty’s large, rigidly-erect nipples boldly stuck out visibly through her undersized bra and thin blouses like human weather gauges – as we entered our late teen years, I couldn’t help noticing (and as a horny, teen-aged boy!) lustfully admiring them!
Marty grew up on a typical Midwestern farm, helping her parents run the family farm, and participating in all the expected farm youth activities like FFA (Future Farmers of America), etc. Me and my family were city dwellers, and lived in a town about 40 miles west of Marty’s family farm. But, during the years Marty and I grew up into our late-pre-teens, we spent nearly every weekend at Marty’s farm, helping my aunt and uncle milk their large herd of dairy cows, slop the swarms of ill-tempered hogs they raised, and tend to the crops they grew (mainly hay, corn and soybeans). I’m no farmer, but I became proficient in applying, removing and sterilizing their Holstein herd’s milking machines; feeding hogs while avoiding getting hurt by the huge pigs’ constantly nasty behavior; cutting, bailing and putting-up hay in their barn’s hayloft, and driving tractors to harvest corn and soybeans.
Growing up, the relationship between me and Marty was as close to brother and sister as one could get – although as youngsters we did engage in the inevitable games, those physical, naturally-curious explorations such as “playing doctor” when our parents weren’t watching, as well as generally innocent touching when, during our weekend visits to Marty’s farm in the winter our parents would prudently have us younger, pre-puberty kids sleep in the same bed because the heatless farm bedroom up in the farm house’s attic was so damn cold you could see your breath before quickly diving underneath a pile of quilts and comforters and immediately cuddle closely to share body heat! It was all totally brotherly-sisterly innocence, but I do recall vague, fleeting memories of those experiences being the first time I realized that boys and girls are delightfully different.
When I was a pre-teen, however, my family moved from the Midwest to Florida because my dad got a new job in a large city on Florida’s Gulf Coast. Yet, each year we’d take a several-week vacation back to the Midwest, invariably staying at Marty’s farm. During one of those vacations, I vividly recall Marty and me sneaking out to the barn and Marty “insisting” on teaching me (and physically demonstrating, over and over to make sure I got it right!) a vital skill – how, exactly, to properly French kiss! Marty explained, “Trust me. You definitely need to know how to do this! ... Here, let me show you how it’s supposed to be done!” Moreover, as Marty demonstrated it to me several times, over and over until she judged I’d gotten it exactly right – and to my surprise! apparently the proper French kiss technique also included the girl grabbing the guy’s hand, placing it on one of her tits, and having him forcefully squeeze the girl’s tit while pinching her rigid nipple! Wow! Who knew?... Anyway, Marty must have taught me well, because I never had any subsequent complaints from any of the girls I dated in high school about my French kiss technique and skill…
For several years as we both completed high school, I did not have regular contact with Marty, although we exchanged letters, birthday cards and phone calls from time to time. But then, after we’d both turned 18 and graduated high school, we hooked up in person once again. The occasion was just after I’d finished US Army Basic Training (which I’d gone to three weeks after graduating high school) and had a two-week leave before reporting to my next Army training school. I decided to spend the two weeks leave at Marty’s, relaxing and resting on my aunt and uncle’s farm.
Marty picked me up in her car at the regional airport and drove me back to her parents’ farm for my two-week R&R (rest and relaxation) stay. Since I hadn’t seen Marty for several years, I was struck by how gorgeous she was! Natural blonde hair, luminescent green eyes, beautiful figure and with those luscious, pendulous tits that she still kept trapped within a two-cup sizes too small bra while they seemed to be straining to escape! I’m six-feet, two inches tall, but Marty stood at least 5-feet, 11-inches tall with a tight ass to die for! It was a hot summer month, and Marty wore a tight-fitting tank top that ended midriff exposing her six-pack stomach, cut-off jeans shorts mimicking a Daisy Duke style, and wearing black patent-leather, multi-strapped, sandals with 5-inch-high block heels – “HOT” doesn’t do her outfit the justice it deserved! Marty wrapped herself around me when we met, and gave me probably the absolute best French kiss I’ve ever had – she rammed her wet, probing tongue half-way down the back of my throat! Her kiss revealed she was very glad to see me, while an instant erection grew in my crotch indicating the feeling was mutual!
During the drive to her farm, the summer heat prompted her to have the car’s air conditioning blowing full blast – that cold air flow had her large, round, rigid nipples poking out through her bra and tank top in what seemed like a full inch or more! Marty was really excited that I’d decided to spend my two-week leave with her and she proudly, gleefully explained that she’d arranged to hook me up with her oldest friend – Annie, another farm girl our same age whose farm property bordered Marty’s, just two miles up the road where Annie’s parents raised pure-bred black Angus beef cattle. “And you are taking Annie to the drive-in tomorrow night!” Marty announced. Although somewhat disappointed she’d hooked me up with her friend instead of herself, I answered, “That sounds great to me’”.
I spent the next day getting settled into Marty’s farm and bringing my aunt and uncle up to date on what’d gone on since we’d last been in touch. Marty and I talked a lot, but she kept trying to “sell me” on Annie. I mean, after a couple of years out of contact and with having just spent 8 weeks in monkish, male-only isolation I was really in the mood for some feminine companionship – as Marty deduced of course – so the “hard sell” really wasn’t necessary. Marty lent me her car for my drive-in movie date with Annie, and I picked up Annie at her farm that evening around dusk. Annie was, actually (as Marty promised) a hottie! Long red hair, blue eyes, nice trim figure with nice tits (not as voluptuous as Marty’s but “nice” with prominent nipples), a muscular, tight ass and long legs, ending in red patent-leather, 4-inch, spiked heel sandals. Annie wore a scoop-necked, short-hemmed, summer dress and the scoop-neck clearly revealed she wore no bra underneath. I’m not good at small talk, but Annie and I hit it off very well.
Typical of those days, Marty’s car had a “bench” front seat, and as soon as I found us a nice, somewhat isolated, away from the crowd, location in the drive-in theater and had fixed the speaker to the half-rolled-down driver’s side window, Annie scooted across the seat to sit beside me – well, so far, so good! By the time the film started playing, it had finally gotten dark enough to start in with Annie on “the main event.” Actually, Annie turned out to be the aggressor as we started making out. And I immediately noticed something familiar about the way she French kissed! I couldn’t help myself and when we broke for air, I involuntarily remarked, “You French Kiss really sexy and really great, Annie!” Without skipping a beat, Annie shot back, “Yeah, Marty taught me how to do that.” Then Annie pressed her mouth to mine and frenched me even deeper, wetter and harder than before! Moreover, true to Marty’s French kiss technique, Annie reached out, grabbed my hand, and pulled it onto one of her tits – squeezing her hand hard over mine so I fondled her tit, and making my fingers pinch her nipple – hard!!
Annie and I kept making out as the drive-in’s film came on, but I can hardly recall what the feature was – I think it was a James Bond film with some plot about “Gold-something.” As our tongues intertwined, probing and licking each other’s mouths, Annie pulled the top of her scoop-necked sundress down, letting her tits hang loose and moving both of my hands up to massage her tits and pinch her nipples. I enthusiastically complied, of course! After that had been going on for some minutes – accompanied by some very nice moaning and grunting by Annie – she reached up, grabbed one of my hands and pushed it between her legs. I immediately felt she was wearing no panties underneath her loose-fitting sundress.
She’d already wet a large pool in Marty’s front seat, but into her dripping-wet pussy I slid my middle finger and began fingering her sopping-wet pussy. Annie grabbed my hand, wrapped hers around all my fingers, and slammed it up inside her pussy, fucking herself with my whole hand in and out of her wet pussy. As she did that, she sucked so hard on my tongue probing her mouth I thought it would give my tongue a hickie! Holding onto my hand fucking her pussy, Annie rammed it into and out of her wet-slick vagina until the whole of my hand was fucking her forcefully like a large dildo! Annie kept moaning, louder and louder until finally she yelled out loud, moved her mouth off my tongue, and yelped like a dog’s bark as she squirted over and over as she fucked herself using my hand! It was totally erotic, extremely wet, and she leaned back against the passenger-side door of the car, erotically spent and clearly sexually exhausted.
I was so aroused and totally H-O-T that I pulled her sun-dress skirt up and started going down on her pussy to eat her out. But, having cum exhaustively, Annie pushed me away, saying “Oh, no! Oh, no! That’s all I can take tonight…please, no more!” She did grab my soaking-wet hand, pull it to her mouth, and then licked and tongued it clean of all her juices, but clearly Annie was done for the night, I backed off, asking her, “Annie, do you want me to drive you home, dear?” Keeping her eyes closed tight, Annie nodded, “Yes,” saying weakly “Please take me home. I’m sorry!” The movie was not even half over when we drove out of the drive-in as I took her home.
After getting Annie home safe and sound, I drove back to Marty’s farm, parked her car, and went upstairs to my bedroom. I was still hard as a rock, with pre-cum dripping off my cock and sexually frustrated. I still wanted to get off, deciding that my only recourse was to jerk off after I crawled into bed. With the bedroom lights turned off, I pulled out my rock-hard cock and started stroking and jerking it, determined to get myself off and ejaculate the huge load of cum I’d built up making out with Annie. Five minutes later, still stroking my cock with my underpants pulled down and my t-shirt pulled up while I pinched and stroked my sensitive nipples, my bedroom door was slowly pushed open for a few seconds, then quietly closed again. I sensed someone had entered my room, then felt a weight getting on my bed and lying beside me.
As I felt the soft, warm skin of a female body press against me, I was still stroking my cock when I felt a delicate woman’s hand reach down, gently pull my hand off my cock, wrap her fingers around my throbbing cock and begin stroking me off. She pressed her mouth against my ear and whispered, “Annie called me and told me she’d cum really hard – really, really hard! -- but you hadn’t cum yourself. I want to get you off…and I want you to cum really hard…inside me!” Hearing that familiar voice, I knew who it was and I wanted to cum hard inside her so badly! I answered, “Oh, yes, Marty! Please, oh please, oh please let me cum inside you!” Marty stroked my cock like an expert, jerking her hand up and down as she reached down with her other hand to encircle and squeeze my balls, pumping them to get my cum-load flowing up into my cock and ready to explode whenever she decided it was the right time – Marty knew exactly how to jerk me off and exactly how to time my ejaculation of multiple, huge, gobs of cum whenever and wherever she wanted them to explode inside her!
Marty climbed over on top of me, straddling me with her legs as she pressed her mouth onto mine, probing inside my mouth with her wet tongue. As she climbed on top of me, she pulled her mouth and tongue back out of my mouth, simultaneously raised up her chest, letting her swinging tit and erect, rigid nipple find my eager mouth, then pressed it into my mouth to suck and bite and nibble on her tit and nipple while she reached down and pushed my hard, rigid, throbbing cock “balls deep” into her dripping-wet pussy. Soon, with Marty on top of me, I was sucking on her tit and nipple while my thrusting cock was slamming into and out of her wet pussy. Marty responded by thrusting and rocking her hips to match my fucking rhythm and I was eagerly and enthusiastically fucking my cousin as hard as I could! The realization that I was finally fucking my beautiful cousin kept my cock rock hard, slamming into and out of Marty’s pussy as we both fucked each other long and hard.
After several minutes, Marty switched tits/nipples so that I’d suck, nibble and bite on her other tit. As we fucked and fucked, she switched tits several times. I was enraptured and could tell from Marty’s moaning, grunting, animalistic noises that she was, too. Both of us kept fucking and fucking for what must have been at least a half-hour or more. Finally, I felt my cum ready to burst inside her and I whispered in her ear, “Marty, I’m going to cum inside your pussy, and it’s going to be huge, dear!” Marty moaned with pleasure, answering, “Oh, yes! Oh, yes, please shoot ALL of your cum inside me! Do it! Please, do it! I want your cum-juice inside me!”
I couldn’t stop myself from biting down hard on Marty’s nipple in my mouth as my cum started to ejaculate in huge gobs up inside her slick, wet pussy! Over and over, gobs and gobs of my cum shots splashed inside Marty’s pussy, as I spent my load into her, Marty squeezing my balls the entire time to get every drop up inside her! Finally, I felt what I knew to be the last spurt shoot up into her pussy, and I lay back sexually exhausted. When Marty realized I’d shot all of my cum inside her, she pushed away, spun her body around on top of me a half-circle, then settled back down onto me with her pussy on my mouth and her mouth on my spasming cock. I stuck my tongue up inside her cum-filled pussy and started licking and sucking her cream-pie clean while Marty took all of my cock into her mouth and sucked it hard, over and over. We sucked and licked each other clean for 10 minutes or more, making sure we ate every drop of each other’s cum.
Once we both knew we’d cleaned each other totally, Marty again pushed herself up off of my body, spun another half-circle, and lay down stretched out beside me. She wrapped me in her arms and threw one of her long, beautiful legs over the top of my lower body and we fell asleep in each other’s embrace, completely sexually and physically exhausted. From time to time, we’d awaken, stroke each other’s bodies, then fall back asleep again. We stayed locked in each other’s arms all night long.
Hours later, as the first light of pre-dawn cast a pale glow through the attic bedroom’s windows, I felt a weight on my body along with a truly wonderful, sucking feeling on my cock that soon had me coming fully awake. I opened my eyes to see positioned directly in front of my face and mouth what I immediately recognized as Marty’s dripping wet, sweet-smelling pussy while realizing she was sucking my cock and waking me up with a gentle, loving, expertly administered blow-job! As Marty sucked me awake, I reached up, grabbed her tight, muscular ass-cheeks in both hands and thrust my face and mouth into her welcoming, wet pussy. Marty sucked and sucked my cock as I tongued and licked and sucked her wide-spread pussy, still oozing some of my dripping cum from the night before. We “69’d” each other until we both came again – my cum shooting into Marty’s eagerly sucking mouth while she squirted hers into my equally-eager mouth! Breakfast of champions! After I came hard into her mouth, Marty raised up, spun her body around again, and snuggled up beside me, her head and mouth pressed against mine. I opened my mouth, pressed it against her opening mouth, and we cum-kissed each other, swapping a huge load of my cum back and forth until we’d both swallowed our respective halfs.
For the remainder of my two-week furlough, Marty and I fucked and sucked each other every day, morning and night – at least twice a day, and sometimes during the day we’d sneak off into the barn and fuck several times more. Midway through my Army leave, my aunt and uncle took a long-planned vacation trip to Chicago, leaving us alone for several days. During that time, Marty brought Annie over and we had a terrific “threesome” that lasted until Marty’s folks got back home. A great time was had by all!
In subsequent years, I’ve “visited” Marty from time to time, and we always picked up where we’d left off – “Kissing Cousins…plus!”
I had no siblings, but the closest I had growing up to a “sister” was my cousin, Martha – called Marty by family members. She was my aunt’s (my Mom’s sister’s) daughter, half a year younger than me, a green-eyed blonde who, by the time we both turned 18, was tall, very attractive, superbly-proportioned with a taught, tight, muscular ass and a luscious set of 38D-cup tits that seemed to be constantly struggling to escape what I judged as a bra she habitually wore that was at least two cups smaller than her more-than-ample, pendulous tits required. When the Midwestern weather grew chilly, Marty’s large, rigidly-erect nipples boldly stuck out visibly through her undersized bra and thin blouses like human weather gauges – as we entered our late teen years, I couldn’t help noticing (and as a horny, teen-aged boy!) lustfully admiring them!
Marty grew up on a typical Midwestern farm, helping her parents run the family farm, and participating in all the expected farm youth activities like FFA (Future Farmers of America), etc. Me and my family were city dwellers, and lived in a town about 40 miles west of Marty’s family farm. But, during the years Marty and I grew up into our late-pre-teens, we spent nearly every weekend at Marty’s farm, helping my aunt and uncle milk their large herd of dairy cows, slop the swarms of ill-tempered hogs they raised, and tend to the crops they grew (mainly hay, corn and soybeans). I’m no farmer, but I became proficient in applying, removing and sterilizing their Holstein herd’s milking machines; feeding hogs while avoiding getting hurt by the huge pigs’ constantly nasty behavior; cutting, bailing and putting-up hay in their barn’s hayloft, and driving tractors to harvest corn and soybeans.
Growing up, the relationship between me and Marty was as close to brother and sister as one could get – although as youngsters we did engage in the inevitable games, those physical, naturally-curious explorations such as “playing doctor” when our parents weren’t watching, as well as generally innocent touching when, during our weekend visits to Marty’s farm in the winter our parents would prudently have us younger, pre-puberty kids sleep in the same bed because the heatless farm bedroom up in the farm house’s attic was so damn cold you could see your breath before quickly diving underneath a pile of quilts and comforters and immediately cuddle closely to share body heat! It was all totally brotherly-sisterly innocence, but I do recall vague, fleeting memories of those experiences being the first time I realized that boys and girls are delightfully different.
When I was a pre-teen, however, my family moved from the Midwest to Florida because my dad got a new job in a large city on Florida’s Gulf Coast. Yet, each year we’d take a several-week vacation back to the Midwest, invariably staying at Marty’s farm. During one of those vacations, I vividly recall Marty and me sneaking out to the barn and Marty “insisting” on teaching me (and physically demonstrating, over and over to make sure I got it right!) a vital skill – how, exactly, to properly French kiss! Marty explained, “Trust me. You definitely need to know how to do this! ... Here, let me show you how it’s supposed to be done!” Moreover, as Marty demonstrated it to me several times, over and over until she judged I’d gotten it exactly right – and to my surprise! apparently the proper French kiss technique also included the girl grabbing the guy’s hand, placing it on one of her tits, and having him forcefully squeeze the girl’s tit while pinching her rigid nipple! Wow! Who knew?... Anyway, Marty must have taught me well, because I never had any subsequent complaints from any of the girls I dated in high school about my French kiss technique and skill…
For several years as we both completed high school, I did not have regular contact with Marty, although we exchanged letters, birthday cards and phone calls from time to time. But then, after we’d both turned 18 and graduated high school, we hooked up in person once again. The occasion was just after I’d finished US Army Basic Training (which I’d gone to three weeks after graduating high school) and had a two-week leave before reporting to my next Army training school. I decided to spend the two weeks leave at Marty’s, relaxing and resting on my aunt and uncle’s farm.
Marty picked me up in her car at the regional airport and drove me back to her parents’ farm for my two-week R&R (rest and relaxation) stay. Since I hadn’t seen Marty for several years, I was struck by how gorgeous she was! Natural blonde hair, luminescent green eyes, beautiful figure and with those luscious, pendulous tits that she still kept trapped within a two-cup sizes too small bra while they seemed to be straining to escape! I’m six-feet, two inches tall, but Marty stood at least 5-feet, 11-inches tall with a tight ass to die for! It was a hot summer month, and Marty wore a tight-fitting tank top that ended midriff exposing her six-pack stomach, cut-off jeans shorts mimicking a Daisy Duke style, and wearing black patent-leather, multi-strapped, sandals with 5-inch-high block heels – “HOT” doesn’t do her outfit the justice it deserved! Marty wrapped herself around me when we met, and gave me probably the absolute best French kiss I’ve ever had – she rammed her wet, probing tongue half-way down the back of my throat! Her kiss revealed she was very glad to see me, while an instant erection grew in my crotch indicating the feeling was mutual!
During the drive to her farm, the summer heat prompted her to have the car’s air conditioning blowing full blast – that cold air flow had her large, round, rigid nipples poking out through her bra and tank top in what seemed like a full inch or more! Marty was really excited that I’d decided to spend my two-week leave with her and she proudly, gleefully explained that she’d arranged to hook me up with her oldest friend – Annie, another farm girl our same age whose farm property bordered Marty’s, just two miles up the road where Annie’s parents raised pure-bred black Angus beef cattle. “And you are taking Annie to the drive-in tomorrow night!” Marty announced. Although somewhat disappointed she’d hooked me up with her friend instead of herself, I answered, “That sounds great to me’”.
I spent the next day getting settled into Marty’s farm and bringing my aunt and uncle up to date on what’d gone on since we’d last been in touch. Marty and I talked a lot, but she kept trying to “sell me” on Annie. I mean, after a couple of years out of contact and with having just spent 8 weeks in monkish, male-only isolation I was really in the mood for some feminine companionship – as Marty deduced of course – so the “hard sell” really wasn’t necessary. Marty lent me her car for my drive-in movie date with Annie, and I picked up Annie at her farm that evening around dusk. Annie was, actually (as Marty promised) a hottie! Long red hair, blue eyes, nice trim figure with nice tits (not as voluptuous as Marty’s but “nice” with prominent nipples), a muscular, tight ass and long legs, ending in red patent-leather, 4-inch, spiked heel sandals. Annie wore a scoop-necked, short-hemmed, summer dress and the scoop-neck clearly revealed she wore no bra underneath. I’m not good at small talk, but Annie and I hit it off very well.
Typical of those days, Marty’s car had a “bench” front seat, and as soon as I found us a nice, somewhat isolated, away from the crowd, location in the drive-in theater and had fixed the speaker to the half-rolled-down driver’s side window, Annie scooted across the seat to sit beside me – well, so far, so good! By the time the film started playing, it had finally gotten dark enough to start in with Annie on “the main event.” Actually, Annie turned out to be the aggressor as we started making out. And I immediately noticed something familiar about the way she French kissed! I couldn’t help myself and when we broke for air, I involuntarily remarked, “You French Kiss really sexy and really great, Annie!” Without skipping a beat, Annie shot back, “Yeah, Marty taught me how to do that.” Then Annie pressed her mouth to mine and frenched me even deeper, wetter and harder than before! Moreover, true to Marty’s French kiss technique, Annie reached out, grabbed my hand, and pulled it onto one of her tits – squeezing her hand hard over mine so I fondled her tit, and making my fingers pinch her nipple – hard!!
Annie and I kept making out as the drive-in’s film came on, but I can hardly recall what the feature was – I think it was a James Bond film with some plot about “Gold-something.” As our tongues intertwined, probing and licking each other’s mouths, Annie pulled the top of her scoop-necked sundress down, letting her tits hang loose and moving both of my hands up to massage her tits and pinch her nipples. I enthusiastically complied, of course! After that had been going on for some minutes – accompanied by some very nice moaning and grunting by Annie – she reached up, grabbed one of my hands and pushed it between her legs. I immediately felt she was wearing no panties underneath her loose-fitting sundress.
She’d already wet a large pool in Marty’s front seat, but into her dripping-wet pussy I slid my middle finger and began fingering her sopping-wet pussy. Annie grabbed my hand, wrapped hers around all my fingers, and slammed it up inside her pussy, fucking herself with my whole hand in and out of her wet pussy. As she did that, she sucked so hard on my tongue probing her mouth I thought it would give my tongue a hickie! Holding onto my hand fucking her pussy, Annie rammed it into and out of her wet-slick vagina until the whole of my hand was fucking her forcefully like a large dildo! Annie kept moaning, louder and louder until finally she yelled out loud, moved her mouth off my tongue, and yelped like a dog’s bark as she squirted over and over as she fucked herself using my hand! It was totally erotic, extremely wet, and she leaned back against the passenger-side door of the car, erotically spent and clearly sexually exhausted.
I was so aroused and totally H-O-T that I pulled her sun-dress skirt up and started going down on her pussy to eat her out. But, having cum exhaustively, Annie pushed me away, saying “Oh, no! Oh, no! That’s all I can take tonight…please, no more!” She did grab my soaking-wet hand, pull it to her mouth, and then licked and tongued it clean of all her juices, but clearly Annie was done for the night, I backed off, asking her, “Annie, do you want me to drive you home, dear?” Keeping her eyes closed tight, Annie nodded, “Yes,” saying weakly “Please take me home. I’m sorry!” The movie was not even half over when we drove out of the drive-in as I took her home.
After getting Annie home safe and sound, I drove back to Marty’s farm, parked her car, and went upstairs to my bedroom. I was still hard as a rock, with pre-cum dripping off my cock and sexually frustrated. I still wanted to get off, deciding that my only recourse was to jerk off after I crawled into bed. With the bedroom lights turned off, I pulled out my rock-hard cock and started stroking and jerking it, determined to get myself off and ejaculate the huge load of cum I’d built up making out with Annie. Five minutes later, still stroking my cock with my underpants pulled down and my t-shirt pulled up while I pinched and stroked my sensitive nipples, my bedroom door was slowly pushed open for a few seconds, then quietly closed again. I sensed someone had entered my room, then felt a weight getting on my bed and lying beside me.
As I felt the soft, warm skin of a female body press against me, I was still stroking my cock when I felt a delicate woman’s hand reach down, gently pull my hand off my cock, wrap her fingers around my throbbing cock and begin stroking me off. She pressed her mouth against my ear and whispered, “Annie called me and told me she’d cum really hard – really, really hard! -- but you hadn’t cum yourself. I want to get you off…and I want you to cum really hard…inside me!” Hearing that familiar voice, I knew who it was and I wanted to cum hard inside her so badly! I answered, “Oh, yes, Marty! Please, oh please, oh please let me cum inside you!” Marty stroked my cock like an expert, jerking her hand up and down as she reached down with her other hand to encircle and squeeze my balls, pumping them to get my cum-load flowing up into my cock and ready to explode whenever she decided it was the right time – Marty knew exactly how to jerk me off and exactly how to time my ejaculation of multiple, huge, gobs of cum whenever and wherever she wanted them to explode inside her!
Marty climbed over on top of me, straddling me with her legs as she pressed her mouth onto mine, probing inside my mouth with her wet tongue. As she climbed on top of me, she pulled her mouth and tongue back out of my mouth, simultaneously raised up her chest, letting her swinging tit and erect, rigid nipple find my eager mouth, then pressed it into my mouth to suck and bite and nibble on her tit and nipple while she reached down and pushed my hard, rigid, throbbing cock “balls deep” into her dripping-wet pussy. Soon, with Marty on top of me, I was sucking on her tit and nipple while my thrusting cock was slamming into and out of her wet pussy. Marty responded by thrusting and rocking her hips to match my fucking rhythm and I was eagerly and enthusiastically fucking my cousin as hard as I could! The realization that I was finally fucking my beautiful cousin kept my cock rock hard, slamming into and out of Marty’s pussy as we both fucked each other long and hard.
After several minutes, Marty switched tits/nipples so that I’d suck, nibble and bite on her other tit. As we fucked and fucked, she switched tits several times. I was enraptured and could tell from Marty’s moaning, grunting, animalistic noises that she was, too. Both of us kept fucking and fucking for what must have been at least a half-hour or more. Finally, I felt my cum ready to burst inside her and I whispered in her ear, “Marty, I’m going to cum inside your pussy, and it’s going to be huge, dear!” Marty moaned with pleasure, answering, “Oh, yes! Oh, yes, please shoot ALL of your cum inside me! Do it! Please, do it! I want your cum-juice inside me!”
I couldn’t stop myself from biting down hard on Marty’s nipple in my mouth as my cum started to ejaculate in huge gobs up inside her slick, wet pussy! Over and over, gobs and gobs of my cum shots splashed inside Marty’s pussy, as I spent my load into her, Marty squeezing my balls the entire time to get every drop up inside her! Finally, I felt what I knew to be the last spurt shoot up into her pussy, and I lay back sexually exhausted. When Marty realized I’d shot all of my cum inside her, she pushed away, spun her body around on top of me a half-circle, then settled back down onto me with her pussy on my mouth and her mouth on my spasming cock. I stuck my tongue up inside her cum-filled pussy and started licking and sucking her cream-pie clean while Marty took all of my cock into her mouth and sucked it hard, over and over. We sucked and licked each other clean for 10 minutes or more, making sure we ate every drop of each other’s cum.
Once we both knew we’d cleaned each other totally, Marty again pushed herself up off of my body, spun another half-circle, and lay down stretched out beside me. She wrapped me in her arms and threw one of her long, beautiful legs over the top of my lower body and we fell asleep in each other’s embrace, completely sexually and physically exhausted. From time to time, we’d awaken, stroke each other’s bodies, then fall back asleep again. We stayed locked in each other’s arms all night long.
Hours later, as the first light of pre-dawn cast a pale glow through the attic bedroom’s windows, I felt a weight on my body along with a truly wonderful, sucking feeling on my cock that soon had me coming fully awake. I opened my eyes to see positioned directly in front of my face and mouth what I immediately recognized as Marty’s dripping wet, sweet-smelling pussy while realizing she was sucking my cock and waking me up with a gentle, loving, expertly administered blow-job! As Marty sucked me awake, I reached up, grabbed her tight, muscular ass-cheeks in both hands and thrust my face and mouth into her welcoming, wet pussy. Marty sucked and sucked my cock as I tongued and licked and sucked her wide-spread pussy, still oozing some of my dripping cum from the night before. We “69’d” each other until we both came again – my cum shooting into Marty’s eagerly sucking mouth while she squirted hers into my equally-eager mouth! Breakfast of champions! After I came hard into her mouth, Marty raised up, spun her body around again, and snuggled up beside me, her head and mouth pressed against mine. I opened my mouth, pressed it against her opening mouth, and we cum-kissed each other, swapping a huge load of my cum back and forth until we’d both swallowed our respective halfs.
For the remainder of my two-week furlough, Marty and I fucked and sucked each other every day, morning and night – at least twice a day, and sometimes during the day we’d sneak off into the barn and fuck several times more. Midway through my Army leave, my aunt and uncle took a long-planned vacation trip to Chicago, leaving us alone for several days. During that time, Marty brought Annie over and we had a terrific “threesome” that lasted until Marty’s folks got back home. A great time was had by all!
In subsequent years, I’ve “visited” Marty from time to time, and we always picked up where we’d left off – “Kissing Cousins…plus!”
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