I couldn’t close my eyes without flashbacks. Her opening the door, kissing me, touching me, me spanking her arse and cumming all over her.
I couldn’t tell a soul. I couldn’t tell anyone that I had never fucked, or been fucked like that by anyone. She was undoubtedly the best sex I have ever had.
In the long, agonising days and weeks that followed that eventful night, she had been through a number of personal changes. She had left her husband, and had moved in with a friend she’d known since school.
I hadn’t spoke to her for a number of weeks. I thought it best to give her space. Did she even want me like that again? Did she regret that night? Or did she crave more of what I could give her?
I couldn’t wait a minute longer. I had to call her. “Oh hi babe” she said “why don’t you come over? I’ve got plenty of stuff to unpack, and I could use a big strong man around the place.”
When I arrived, there was no big hug at the door. There was an air of nervousness and embarrassment, mixed with the expectation of something to come.
She looked haggered, upset and as if the last few weeks had really
taken their toll on her. She was still beautiful. And my balls still ached for her. She needed comforting. Someone to talk to.
She showed me into the tiny box room that she was now living in, with boxes everywhere. Somewhere in this room was her bed. We cleared a space and sat down together.
She wept as she lit a cigarette, shaking as she took each long considered puff. Saying nothing, I sat and watched, clueless and speechless.
She turned to me and said “I’m glad we did that. You opened my eyes to what I’ve been missing all along.” I touched her arm and said “thanks” frightened to say anything else.
She stood up, and asked me to leave for a bit, showing me into her lounge. Her friend Dee was sitting watching tv, swigging lovingly at a large glass of white wine. I felt a bit put out by this.
Dee turned to me as I found myself alone in the room with her. Lighting a cigarette she said “Cousins, eh? I don’t know what to say. It’s wrong isn’t it? Well, that’s what I thought til she told me exactly what had happened. That’s hot. I didn’t know what you looked like, but the thought of you and her made me dripping wet. If you ever wanna share that kinda love around, you know where I am.” “Find your own!” my cousin boomed from behind me. Passionate. Forceful. Like she wanted me. She simply couldn’t share me with anyone else.
I turned to face her. She had bathed, and was wearing a figure hugging dressing gown and a white towel around her head like a turban. “Come on now” she said “Before you get into any more trouble.” She led me by the hand back to her bedroom, which she had somehow cleared. She sat me on the bed, before disappearing for a moment, closing the door behind her.
A few moments later, she walked in, hair messed and wet, wearing a leopard print bra and panties set and black high heel shoes.
I felt my fly about to pop as my cock rose suddenly. I let out a sigh and whispered to myself “fucking hell.”
“No more talking” she said, walking towards me, with an intentful look in her eye. As she walked across the room, I could feel myself focusing more and more on her. I could see how excited she was becoming as she slowly drew closer.
She tugged at the knickers by the waist band, slowly pulling them down around her ankles, bending over in front of me.
I licked her up and down, encompassing every part of her pussy with my tongue. She began to quiver as I felt her pussy get hotter and wetter.
I put my hands on her hips and pulled her towards me. I laid back, pulling her on top of me. She wrestled at my jeans, pulling them open, eagerly ripping through them to get to my already rock hard cock.
I lost track of where I was, as we continued licking and sucking eachother. It seemed to last forever, as if the two of us had become entwined.
She became more and more shaky, as orgasms came and went. Her sucking became more and more intense each time she was about to cum, and I could again feel the warm ejaculate running down my chin. Just as I had remembered it.
She moved from me. Turning her body to face me. I held my cock tightly as I guided it into her tight hole. She lent forward and kissed me. She began rolling her hips backwards and forwards, as we soon gained our rhythm. Each time she rolled back, I pushed my hips down, and each time she rolled forward, I pushed my hips up, pushing more and more of my cock inside her each time.
I could feel the cum rolling down my cock and balls as she moved backwards and forwards. I thought it a bit unfair that she could cum so many times, while I was restricted to one intense feeling.
Her moaning in my ear, and our rhythmic pattern began to drive me wild, as I pushed my cock harder and faster into her. I could feel my balls slapping against her. The sound all the more erotic. She held her body up and still, while I fucked harder and harder. She let out a cry as I felt my balls grow tighter and tighter, as I felt the orgasm grow nearer with every thrust of our hips. She pulled her body close to me. She knew I was close. “Let it go” she said, kissing my neck. I let out a groan as I pushed my cock deeper inside her. I wanted to fill her up with my cum. She wanted my cum.
Spurts of hot spunk filled her pussy, as she lay lifeless and limp on top of me. Ten or fifteen seconds later, I could still feel small yet intense tremors as my cock oozed tiny pearls of white hot spunk inside her.
When this finished, I could feel her kissing me, as I could feel my cum dripping out of her and onto my balls. The smell of sex filled the air as she kissed me.
We lay there for what seems like an eternity, before she climbed off of me. Flustered and exhausted, she staggered out of the room, as fucked as I felt.
I got up and dressed, as she re-emerged from the bathroom. She put her robe on as we walked towards the lounge.
Dee’s eyes were fixed on us as we entered. There was a strange air of silence. We all seemed frightened
to talk. Dee was now wearing a t-shirt and knickers, which were quite clearly moist. She’d heard us and she was excited by this. I even suspect that she had slipped a finger in as she heard us.
She smiled as she lit another cigarette. “You two should really learn how to lock a door… I saw so much. What do you think would happen if anyone else was to find out about this?” She paused, glaring at us like a villain in a movie. “I suppose my silence could be bought… And I think you know my price…”
Me and my cousin now faced a decision. Do we let her in? Or… Do we face the prospect of being found out?