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 ASSTR;'Dear Cousin'{Bunyip}(M/F,mast)[1!1]

   Dear Cousin by Bunyip, with thanks to "Phone Sex" by "Tennessee"

   A few years back I began emailing a cousin.  She was then in her mid
40's and I was in my mid 30's.  Four or five weeks later we got to sending
each other hot letters we had found on the web.  I told her to I couldn't
take too much of it, being home alone as I was.  I said it was a bit "hard
on me" and she agreed, answering that it made her quite wet just from
reading them.  That wasn't what I had meant to express though I know it was
what I was really saying.

   She complained about not having a way to work off all the frustration
and I began teasing her about having to relieve my tensions by
masturbating. She replied that it was wrong to masturbate and that I should
stop.  I told her not to punish me for making love to myself and that there
was no law against it, -and no bible law either, challenging her to find
one.  Eventually I received an email agreeing with me and asking what I
did, how I did it.  I told her I was not prepared to discuss that over the
email system, and that she should call me, reminding her of my number as an
incentive.

   Two minutes later the phone rings.  She agreed to talk as long as I
didn't ask her too many personal questions.  My heart pounding.  I answered
and agreed that it was an open conversation and we could make any
admissions we wanted to but had no expectation to reply at all if it made
either of us uncomfortable.

   That settled we talked a little about family and anything other than
what the call was about.  I eventually asked her if she ever played with
herself while talking on phone.  She said "No never, not on the phone, but
I have been playing with myself for the last couple of years since my
husband died." (an accident)

   She asked "Had I, well, masturbated lately, er, recently." I told her I
had jacked off this morning and I would probably do so again after I got
off the phone.  She sounded shocked to learn that I did it more than once a
day.  I answered "I'd happily be wanking while I talked with you if our
conversation was as hot as some of the emails we had read together."

   She giggled and said "Really, go ahead then, I don't mind.  As long as
you tell me what you're doing."

   "Well" I said nervously "I'm undoing my belt, undoing my top button
and...zzippp!" as I held the phone to my lap as I undid the fly.

   "Oh, I heard that!  I know that sound.  I love the suspense of waiting
to see the cock come out!" she said.

   "Well it's in my hand now.  It's a little rubbery still but that's
changing.  I can feel it growing in my hand.  What are you doing?" I asked.

   After a moment or so a sheepish voice answered "I lifted my skirt and
pulled it back on either side so my crotch is open and I can see my
panties. I slipped forward on the chair and opened my legs wide apart, and
so I can smell my wetness.  It's a sweet scent that says I'm fresh and
ready for sex.  Do you know the smell?"

   My cock was hard now, harder than it usually got for a wanking!  "I know
the smell.  It makes me randy as all hell.  I love to have my face between
a woman's legs just to smell her wet pussy."

   "How's your cock handling the smell?" she giggled.

   "I'm stroking it from head to root and cupping my balls every third
stroke or so.  It fills my hand and it's head is red and angry looking. 
It's pumping hard and I can feel it stretching and yearning for pussy." I
teased her.

   "Remember we're cousins, cousin.  We can't do much more than fantasise.
You can't be thinking of pushing that thing into me can you?" she sounded
like she needed a safety check.

   "No, but I can fantasise and that's OK.  Nobody gets hurt if I'm only
dreaming of sliding this long hard cock into your nether regions.  What do
you want me to call it?" I asked knowing her religious upbringing.

   "Call it a cunt, I love the sound of that.  It's like the sound a
fireplace log makes when it hits the bottom of a bucket.  That sounds just
right to me.  I'm inside my panties in case you're interested.  I have my
hair parted and have my middle fngers sliding along my wet...  cunt!" she
answered.

   My cock jerked and I leaned back in the chair as my groin gave an
involuntary thrust, as if I just plunged into her.  God she had made me
hard right now.  "Does it feel good or great?" I asked.  "Are you wet or
really wet and slippery?"

   "Oh dear cousin, I'm sloppy wet from my hair right down to my anus, and
I want to touch that as well."

   "Why not?  Your anus is a part of you isn't it?  Shouldn't it enjoy sex
as well?" I asked as I stroked my cock.

   A little delay in answering before she said "Oh yes it feels so good,
like an itch that I didn't know I had till I scratched it.  Oh dear God
yes!"

   I asked her to put the phone next to her pussy, which she did right away
and thats when I realized she was serious.  A really wet puss sounds that
way when you are working it over, and believe me she was working it over.
It was kinda slopping and squelching like you know the sound of cleaning
your teeth, I knew the sound of mashing pussy lips.

   "Think of my long hard cock slipping up and down that love tunnel, in
and out'a your cunt.  Hard thrusting cock pushing your lips apart, sliding
inside, pushing along your lips and clitoris, deep into your cunt."

   She interrupted saying "I'm cumming, Oh fuck I'm cumming!  Oh dear God!
Yes!"

   It had taken just a matter of minutes with me coaching her along and as
she was saying all that over the phone, I started to shoot all over my
shirt.  My eyes were closed and I think I truly believed I was shooting up
into her as I soiled my best shirt.  "Oh yes" I called back "Me too.  I'm
shooting a load like I haven't shot for years." It's thick and white, and
there's so much of it.  It's still going!"

   "Oh I wish I was there." she said "I wish I could see you so hard.  I
want to see you cumming, on me if you like.  I want to see you come on my
naked body, -and, Oh yes, I'm cumming again as well.  Oh cousin, I feel so
damn good.  I haven't felt this way since, well, since I lost my virginity
I guess.  Maybe not even then."

   "I'm off tomorrow, maybe I could come up and visit?  If you're up to
it?" I offered.

   "In that case, I'll wear something nice, but as long as you agree, we
don't, actually 'Do It' OK?" she requested.

   Well I went up there and you're right, there's another story there that
I'll tell another time.