I never expected to see her. It was only by chance that we met. Doing my weekly grocery shopping at Walmart, I turned a corner and there she was. At first, I hardly recognized her.
At fifty-one, she still looked good. Her brown hair was heavily streaked with grey now and her body was thicker than the sixteen-year-old girl that I remembered from those days of our youth. Thinking back as we chatted, I could still remember the scent of her virgin pussy. That stormy night on the banks of the Topisaw Creek brought us closer than cousins should be.
I saw in her eyes that she was also reminiscing about that weekend. We talked there, standing behind our shopping carts, my eyes trying to undress her but not sure what she would have thought. Thirty-five years is a long time to remember the wild days of youth. Or would “regret” be a more fitting word? Maybe for her, but I never regretted what we did by that cold stream of water.
I could still see her standing naked, knee-deep in the creek by the glow of a campfire that has long since burned out. Her tiny breasts were proudly displayed in the cool night air. The sparse patch of wet curls between her thighs. All still in my memory. I could feel my cock begin to stir at the pictures in my mind. Pictures of her body, so young and sexy. Untouched and innocent, she wanted to become a woman.
I was older than she, but I couldn’t resist. The tension and excitement were too much. Pretending not to see her as she watched me bathe. Pretending not to watch as she was naked. It had to come to a head that night. There was no way to avoid it. Not that we tried. We wanted each other.
As we talked and avoided the elephant in the room, Sherie was joined by a young lady. I was taken aback by how much she resembled Sherie all those years ago. Her hair and eyes as well as her build and the way she carried herself made me remember more of the sandbar. I thought of the night that I took her virginity. The lightning and the rain that beat down on our tiny, one-man tent came back so vividly. The sweat and the aroma of sex in that little enclosure had my head swimming.
“Your daughter?” I asked, unable to look away from her.
“My granddaughter,” she answered, “It’s her birthday and we are shopping for her.”
“Granny?” the young lady asked, “I ran into Molly and Sadie from school and they want me to go to the movies with them. Is it okay? They will bring me home after.”
“It’s up to you, Deb,” Sherie answered, “Do you have money?”
“No ma’am,” she answered, “Could I borrow some.”
“Wait,” I said as my cousin reached for her purse, “Happy birthday, Deb,” I said, fishing forty dollars from my billfold.”
“Deb,” smiled Sherie, “This is your cousin, Terry.”
“Cousin?” She asked, “You’re too old to be my cousin.”
“Third cousin,” I smiled, “You can call me Terry.”
“Thank you, Terry,” she smiled.
I nodded with a smile then watched her kiss Sherie on the cheek and then run off to meet her friends. Sherie caught me watching her as she left and said, “She just turned sixteen so don’t get any ideas.”
“Too late,” I smiled, my eyes following her granddaughter’s tight, young ass, “Besides, she is the same age you were when we, uhm.”
The subject, albeit unintentional, was broached. Sherie smiled sheepishly, cleared her throat then asked, “Oh, you remember that?”
“Do I remember?” I asked incredulously, “How could I ever forget? Do you realize how many times I’ve thought of those times that we made love?
Sherie was looking at her feet, tapping the toe of her shoe on the opposite toe. Even though she didn’t make eye contact, I could see that she was remembering those days. I could see her slight smile. I also noticed two very distinct bumps form on the mounds of her small, braless breasts. I remembered the time she told me that she never wore one because she didn’t need it.
As she shifted uncomfortably behind her Walmart buggy, I decided to see how far I could push the envelope of this conversation, “You remember. I can see it,” I whispered, “But what you don’t know is how many times I’ve made myself come thinking about those days. The stormy night on that sandbar. All those times on Gramp’s farm. Running naked together in the woods. I think about the time in the hay barn when you couldn’t get enough.”
“Please,” she whispered, “Somebody is going to hear you.”
With a chuckle, I continued, “Who cares? We fucked like bunnies for months. You remember. Sherie, you wouldn’t believe how many times I’ve masturbated thinking about you. The times I laid in bed awake by my sleeping wife, stroking my dick to your memory. If we weren’t cousins, I would have married you.”
Her eyes were locked on mine. No longer looking down. No longer being shy, “Married me?”
“I was in love with you,” I admitted, “Don’t you remember.”
“Terry,” she choked, “Those were the best times of my life. Everything else in my life that has happened, I could forget, but I could never forget you. I remember every detail.”
My cock was raging in my jeans. Straining at the fabric that held it, hostage, it bulged obscenely to the left of my fly. I wouldn’t try to hide it. I knew that she had noticed just as I had noticed her erect nipples under her cotton tee shirt. The air was suddenly hot and the store suddenly small. I felt like the place was beginning to stifle us.
“I have an apartment,” I blurted.
“I need to pay for this stuff,” she answered.
Pushing my buggy to the side, I led Sherie to the register and waited as she checked out. The Walmart associate in charge of watching the self-checkout had her eyes on me. Maybe she thought I looked suspicious. Maybe the bulge of my erection, pressing on the front of my jeans had caught her eye. I was in no mood to answer when she asked if I needed help.
“No, ma’am, thank you,” I spat as Sherie finished up her purchase.
Tossing the Walmart bags into the back of her SUV, I told her to follow me to the apartment. I was glad that she had nothing perishable.
After a three-mile drive, Sherie parked beside my truck in front of my shop, “This isn’t an apartment,” she smiled.
“It’s my workshop,” I confirmed, “I have a small apartment in the back. It ain’t fancy but it has a bed and a bathroom.”
Unlocking the door, I led her through the dusty wood shop. Cabinets and furniture in various stages of completion sat scattered about the room on work tables and the floor. It was like walking through a maze but we made it to the back.
I opened the door and let her walk in first. No sooner had I closed the door when her hands were fumbling with my belt and zipper. Pushing me against the door, she pressed her lips to mine, her hands still working furiously, and offered her tongue. Never one to deny myself pleasure, I sucked her tongue into my mouth, forcing mine into hers. My fingers found the hem of her shorts, pulling them up into a sort of wedgie, bringing her closer to me, sucking her tongue like a honeysuckle.
My dick raged in my jeans, begging for a release from the tight, uncomfortable confining material. Her knee forced my legs apart and her fingers finally opened my zipper. My belt buckle proved to be a bit more difficult but she managed it after a brief struggle. After a search with her fingers, Sherie found the button that held my jeans closed and quickly opened it.
My pants were now open and my dick throbbing just inside them. My cousin impatiently pushed away, sucking my tongue until our lips broke contact. Pulling my jeans and boxers down as she knelt, my cock sprang free. With a smile, she wrapped her fingers around my swollen shaft and smiled as she looked up, “I’d forgotten how big you were.”
After returning her smile, I let my head fall back against the door, closing my eyes and enjoying the feeling of her tongue when she ran it up the length of my cock. The warmth of her mouth when she took me in overwhelmed my senses. I could have exploded then, filling her throat with cum but I wanted this to last. The silky smoothness of her tongue massaged the bottom of my shaft as she forced as much of me into her mouth as she could.
She would not be able to take it all. I was just too thick and long. Only two women in my life had ever been able to take all of it in their mouths. One was at a legal brothel in Nevada when I was vacationing there. She was a former porn star that, after becoming too old for the screen, earned a living by deep-throating large dicks. The other was a young lady that I met in a bar in the Philippines. A tiny thing that could do amazing things with her small body.
I’m going to be honest with you. Not every woman you meet in foreign bars is always what she seems on the surface. She was tiny, young, and gorgeous. After unloading my first batch of cum in her throat, my balls pressed down by her chin, I wanted to fuck her. Much to my surprise though, after pulling her skirt and panties off, I found that she had a cock to rival my own. You’ll have to remind me to tell you about that someday.
Sherie sucked with a sensual passion, bringing me so close to orgasm, feasting on my cock as it oozed a steady flow of pre cum. My cock was the first she had sucked in her life. I thought of the way she took it from her mouth to watch it when I came. I remembered the naughty smile she had when it was happening and the way she tentatively tasted it while the remnants clung to the shaft of my cock that continued to convulsively jerk in her young hand.
Gone were the shyness and the curiosity, replaced by desire and passion. Her head bobbed up and down half of my cock and her fist stroked furiously on the rest. I tried to warn her that I was close. She didn’t slow down but became more determined. When my body tensed and I moaned loudly, “I’m coming,” Sherie squeezed the base of my cock and sucked only the head.
The room dimmed in my vision when my cock started to pump powerful jets of thick, white fluid into my cousin’s mouth. I heard her moan of approval as my cum filled her mouth. I felt her swallow hard while my cock continued to eject its seed. Her hand stroked the length of my shaft, coaxing every drop.
My heart pounded while I leaned against that door while my cousin continued to nurse my spent member. Finally letting me slip from her lips, she continued to stroke it slowly, looking up at me with a smile. “That was a lot of cum,” she said, “My husband only makes a couple of weak spurts. Of course, his dick isn’t nearly this big.”
“You are amazing,” I breathed, looking into her smiling eyes.
“You going to fuck me?” She teased, “Or have you gotten too old to go twice?”
My cock drooped between us and bounced with the beat of my heart. Sherie stood and we kissed with the same passion that she sucked me with. I could taste the essence of my cum in her kiss. This was not a foreign flavor to me. I have tasted my seed many times before. With my hand on the back of her neck, I pulled her in for a deeper kiss. I could feel the life returning to my cock immediately.
“Oh, I’m going to fuck you,” I answered, scooping her in my arms and carrying her to the bed.
“Well take your shirt off,” she joked, “You look funny in just a teeshirt.”
After pulling my shirt over my head, I tossed it at her with a laugh. Naked now except for my socks, I pulled her shorts and panties from her body, my eyes fixed on her pussy, shaven except for a thin strip above her slit. My dick was already beginning to rise again. I had not seen that pussy in thirty-five years and it looked just as sweet as it did all those years ago.
“Now who looks funny?” I asked, referring to her tee shirt.
Sherie sat up with a naughty smile and held her arms straight up over her head, offering me a chance to finish undressing her. Being an opportunity I was not willing to pass up, I wasted little time removing her shirt and dropping it to the floor while watching her lean back on her elbows. I took several seconds to enjoy the view of my naked cousin.
With a smile, she said, “I’m not as young as I used to be.”
“Who is?” I asked, my cock standing at attention, “You’re beautiful.”
“You’re talking with your dick,” she laughed.
“Nope,” I answered, “You’re still as fucking hot as the night I took your cherry, Cuz. My dick speaks for itself.”
“That it does,” Sherie agreed, her eyes taking in the erection, “I remember that curve in it. It hurt so bad that first time but it felt so good every time you fucked me with it.”
“I didn’t mean to hurt you,” I said.
“Terry, I don’t know if you realize this, but your dick is big.”
“And you were so young and tiny.”
“You broke me in right,” she smiled, reaching up and squeezing my rigid shaft, “No one has ever made me feel the way you did.”
“So, you’re saying I ruined your life?” I grinned.
“Yeah,” Sherie laughed, “So it’s time you made up for it.”
Releasing her gentle grip on my throbbing dick, Sherie leaned back on her elbows again letting her knees part. My eyes trailed from hers, slowly taking the sight of her aged body in. Her breasts, not as small as my memory held, were still sexy, begging my lips. Her nipples stood proud and erect. I intended to give them a lot of attention.
I let my eyes wander further down her body, past her belly button to the thin strip of hair that decorated the mound of her pussy.
She lay there patiently while I lusted. I remembered her tight and sexy young body from thirty-five years ago, I remembered the nervous excitement of her first time. She was so different now. She was a bundle of nerves that night on the sandbar but so bold here today, giving me a blow job and drinking down every drop of my seed. Everything she was when she was sixteen that made her so sexy contrasted with what she was now. She had everything that made a fifty-year-old woman sexy.
Yeah, she had lots of grey in her hair and bore the marks of a woman that had three children. But despite all of the signs of age and miles, she still had me as excited as I was that night so long ago.
“I’m jealous of that hand,” Sherie smiled, “You going to fuck me?”
I hadn’t even noticed that I was stroking my cock while I stood gawking at my cousin, “Oh, I’m going to fuck you,” I answered, “I’m going to fuck you until you beg me to stop. But first I want to taste you.”
“Dinner is served,” said Sherie, spreading her knees wider, and inviting me to her table of lust.
I crawled between her thighs, inhaling deeply, the scent of a mature woman. Like a fine wine, the aroma, with age, deepens and fills the senses, drawing you to the petals of the flower of her sex. Her labia, tender and wet, were a treat between my lips. Her flavor washed over my palate, familiar and strange all at once. I wanted more. Pushing my tongue deep into her pussy, sucking her clitoris into my mouth.
Her sighs and moans along with her cries of, “Yes,” filled my head. Her hands were on the back of my head, pulling me tightly to her, nearly drowning me in her lady cum.
“Fuck,” she barked, over and again, squirming under the lashing of my tongue, “Yes, Terry, eat my pussy.”
Flattening my tongue, I lapped at her nub, driving two fingers, knuckle deep, splashing my face with her fluids. Her knees drew up and her back arched when the orgasm crashed over her body. She shook, trembling and quaking, unable to speak in anything over one syllable, “Fuck me. Oh fuck. Yes, yes, fuck me with that tongue.”
Three fingers now, stretching her, getting her ready for my cock. She was so wet. I swallowed every drop that I managed to suck from her sex. As her body shook, I pushed one of her knees to her chest and then began to circle her pink asshole with the tip of my tongue, driving her to another orgasm and through another fit of dirty cursing.
Pointing my tongue, I drove it deep into her ass, enjoying her dirty essence. It never ceases to amaze me, the things one does in lust. Things that would seen base and vile to a sober mind, were so inviting to one intoxicated with passion. Her voice filled my ears again as the juices of her orgasm cleansed my tongue. I wanted more. It’s always been like that with her.
My cock was pressed between my body and the sheets while I dry-bumped the bed unconsciously. My desires grew almost beyond my control but I…
