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