From cmndr@nym.alias.AGIS-SUCKS.net Wed Sep 10 21:28:15 1997
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories
Subject: {ASS} "Cousin's Delight" by Eric Shon (teen, cons, good)
From: cmndr@nym.alias.AGIS-SUCKS.net (Commander Jameson)
Date: 11 Sep 1997 01:28:15 GMT
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Reposter's note:
This is a story by Eric Shon, originally posted to alt.sex.incest
Please send comments to <ericshon@aol.com>
-- CJ


Subject: REPOST:  COUSIN'S DELIGHT PT 1
From: ericshon@aol.com (Eric Shon)
Date: 1997/08/18
Newsgroups: alt.sex.incest


I finally finished part 5!  Reposting the whole thing (pts. 1-5).
Let me know what you think....

This is a work of fiction.  It's dirty.  If you shouldn't be
reading this type of story, or you already know you'll be
offended...or if you even THINK you MIGHT be offended,
sign off and go watch TV.



Cousin's Delight
By Eric Shon

Part 1

     It was a typical midwestern August day...sunny and
hot.  I had just turned 15 two weeks before, and thought at
the time that I had grown out of the annual family trip to
Lake Wetauga.  It had seemed for the last two years that I
had grown out of everything.  My parents annoyed me, my
younger sister, 12 at the time, couldn't breathe without
making me want to drive a nail through my head, and it
seemed all my baby brother, 7, could do was whine and cry.
I had fought to stay home this weekend, but my
father, tired of hearing my mother trying to cajole me into
wanting to go, finally said, "You're going whether you want
to or not...and you'll like it!"  Yeah, right.
     Every year the trip was the same thing.  Rain or
shine we packed up Dad's Suburban, headed out around
7:00 in the morning, drove for what seemed like a thousand
miles to Sonoma Beach (I always thought it sounded like an
old Italian guy swearing!) on Lake Wetauga.  Of course, the
next year, when my father convinced me to make the trip by
letting me get behind the wheel, my first adventure with my
new driver's license, the drive turned out to be only about
two hours.  Too short!
     Anyway, we always signed out one of the picnic
pavilions that stood about 50 yards from the water, and met
my Dad's two sisters and their families, and we'd sit around
and talk, grill dogs and burgers, splash and play in the
water, play volleyball, roast marshmallows, and then say our
goodbyes until Christmas, and then we'd all head home.  By
the ripe old age of 15, I had grown tired of the ritual, and
since I had been forced to come out, I adopted the attitude
that day that I would make my parents sorry they made me
come.
     We arrived, and my Dad made sure I carried
something to the pavilion.  I set the cooler down without
saying a word, but my Aunt Linda said, "Hi, J!  Happy
belated birthday!"  She sized up my tank-top and baggy
trunks clad body and said, "Gosh!  You've grown so MUCH
since last year!  And look at those MUSCLES!"  I had gone
out for freshman wrestling that previous year.  I got my ass
kicked every match, but the coach kept pushing me to
practice hard.  So, by the Summer I was pretty toned up,
but really gangly.  Whenever I look at pictures of me from
that time, I just look like all arms and legs, with little
patches of virgin hair popping out all over.  So, even though
she made a comment about my muscles, I still felt she was
kind of making fun of me.  And that just helped my attitude
along...
     Then she said, "Carol and Tina are already in the
water.  Go say Hi."  Since my Dad was approaching, and no
doubt going to tell me I carried the cooler the wrong way, I
made for the beach.
     As I walked slowly, Bethy and Tyler, my sister and
brother, raced past me and into the water as far as they
could go before it was too deep for them to run, and they
both tripped headlong into the lake.  They both resurfaced,
sputtering and laughing, and Carol and Tina swam toward
them.  In the water I couldn't tell my two cousins apart.
They both had brown hair, and both were in the water up to
their necks.  Carol was 14, Christina 12, the same age as
Bethy.  I kicked off my shoes and curled my toes in the wet
sand.  They called to me.  "Come on out, J."  My name is
John...another stupid thing my parents did, giving me a
name owned by 44% of the men in this country.  So I
shucked it in the 7th grade and made all my friends call me
J.  So by the age of 15, and even still today, the only people
who call me John are my parents and my brother and sister.
     I said, "Nah, that's OK.  I don't feel like swimming."
Truth is, at the time our families got together so
infrequently that the gatherings were very awkward for me.
These people were family, but I felt like I was meeting them
for the first time every time.  I didn't feel like getting re-re-
acquainted again.
     Then Carol said, "We're gonna come get you!!"  I
just shook my head.  Then I could see her talking to Bethy
and Tyler, and then all four of them fanned out and moved
toward me.  I just rolled my eyes and dared them to try.  I
sat on the log that lay there, and waited for them to come
after me.  My siblings fanned out farthest away from me,
then next closest was Tina, and closest was Carol.  Two
years earlier, as the day ended, Carol tried to kiss me.  Well,
she DID kiss me.  It was supposed to be a goodbye kiss, but
she smashed her lips against mine and nearly broke my nose,
and held on for about 10 seconds.  She was 12, I was 13,
and the family all thought it was a hoot.  I was embarrassed
to hell, but I was keenly aware that my cousin had a crush
on me.  The next year I didn't let her get near me. And now
she was approaching again.  Of course, now I was equipped
with some slippery wrestling moves, so if she tried to grab
me, I would be very elusive!
     So I stood there, trying to look cool and tough,
grown-up and indifferent.  When Carol got to the sand bar
and stepped up out of the deeper water, my eyes almost fell
out of my head!  She was wearing a red bikini that, wet,
clung very tightly to her young body and left nothing to the
imagination!  To this day I don't see how it is physically
possible for a flat-chested, no-hip girl of 13 to develop into
the full-chested, shapely bikini model she had become at 14!
There was bounce and jiggle in her breasts that a 24 year-
old would envy!  As she approached, I could see her nipples
hardening as the cool air hit the bikini fabric, and as the
soaked fabric of her bikini bottoms clung tight, I could
make out the intricate pattern of hairs on her pussy.  I was
mezmerized by the hard points of her nipples bouncing and
jiggling against the wet bra, and I didn't notice she had
gotten within reach until she said, "Hey, Stupid!" and
grabbed my arm.  Conditioned in wrestling for just such a
move, I instinctively countered her move by diverting her
arm around in front of her, turning her back to me, and
engaging her in a half nelson.  I did all this without really
thinking about it, and suddenly, with a surprised "HEY"
escaping her lips as she was twirled around, her back was
against my chest, I was looking down the front of her body
and onto those amazing tits, and her butt was mashed up
against my crotch.  She had to have noticed my cock against
her ass cheeks.  I have the kind of hard-on that sticks out
rather than up, and it had reached full hardness within about
four seconds!  When her ass bumped into me, I felt it poke
her for a brief moment, and then bend upward, flattening
against my lower belly.
     Completely at a disadvantage, she playfully said,
"Gotcha now!" and squirmed to get free, which resulted in
her ass grinding exquisitely against my cock!  I was afraid
she was going to notice it, and that she would freak out
about it, so I turned her loose and sprinted for the water,
stripping off my tank top along the way.
     She and Tina chased after me, but Tyler and Bethy
went back to the pavilion for snacks or something.  Aunt
Linda had a pool at her home, so the girls had always been
very good swimmers.  I, on the other hand, was a
wrestler...and not really very good at that.  So both Tina
and Carol caught up to me very quickly, trying to splash me
and dunk me.  Tina stayed beyond my reach, preferring only
to splash me with as much water as possible, but Carol kept
coming in and climbing onto my shoulders, trying to force
my head under water, but each time I countered her, and
she wound up going under.  One time I flipped her over my
head and caught her in my arms, cradling her just on top of
the water.  One hand was under her legs, but the other was
just under her armpit, my fingers resting on the side of her
breast.  It was amazing to look down at her in my arms,
knowing my fingers were RIGHT THERE!  Suddenly she
wrapped her arms around my neck and flexed her stomach
muscles up like a gymnast, and pulled my head down in
another attempt to dunk me.  My face hit high on her belly,
with my cheek and ear pressed tightly against a breast.  My
hard-on raged the entire time we wrestled in the water, so
when I countered her latest move, by pulling my hand out
from under her back and forcing her head into the water,
she released my neck.  Her body was pressed against mine
as she slid down the entire length of my body.  Under water
her face, breasts, then her belly, then her pussy all brushed
against my rigid cock.  She stayed under water for a few
seconds, and the thought flashed through my mind very
quickly: I was going to jerk off like a maniac that night!
     She came out of the water coughing and sputtering,
with snot running out of her nose.  "Are you all right?" I
asked.
     She pressed her hair back on her head and nodded.
"You surprised me with your...er, with that move," she said
without looking directly at me.
     "Hey, let's take a break," I said as I swam back
toward the far end of the beach where the boulders were.
She climbed out of the water onto one of the
boulders with a little help from me.  I stood in the shallow
water, leaning against her boulder.  We made small talk,
asking each other about favorite songs on the radio, trading
stories about the evil teachers we had at school.  She was
sitting with her knees up to her chest with her arms around
her knees.  After a few minutes she shifted, leaning back a
little and unfolding and refolding her legs to sit indian style.
The move placed her knee right by my face, and gave me a
straight shot to her crotch.  I tried not to look because in
the swim over to the boulder my hard-on had subsided.  But
I was 15, and there was a 14 year-old female crotch on
display less than two feet away!  And when I did steal a
glance, it became a stare.  The fabric of her bikini bottoms
had slid off her butt cheek and lodged in the crack of her
ass, and the legband had pulled away juuuuust a little, but
enough that I could see darkness, and a couple wisps of
pubic hair peeking out!  I swear I could hear the sound like
that of an inflated balloon being stretched and twisted as the
blood returned to my dick instantly, tenting out the front of
my trunks before I could take a breath!
     I cleared my throat and sat down, bringing the water
up to my navel, and hiding my pre-dick-ament.  The small
talk continued, and she asked me if I had a girlfriend.  I
hadn't even been out on a date yet, but I didn't want to
admit that to her, so I lied.  "Yah."
     "What's her name?"
     My heart skipped a beat as I fished for a name,
"Andrea Pierce," I blurted out, giving her the name of the
girl that EVERY guy at my high school wanted to fuck.
     "Is she real pretty?"
     "Yah."  No lie there!
     Carol paused for a moment.  "You ever make out?"
     OK, so I'll go to hell...  "Yup."
     "You ever feel her titties?"  Carol's eyes were
glowing.
     If I hadn't been staring off and on at her tits, I'd have
sworn I was talking to a teenage guy!  To try to break this
question and answer phase, I tried, "Yah, I've done it all."
Please stop asking me questions, now."  But my prayer
wasn't answered.
     She leaned forward, whispering now.  "Really?!
What's it like?"
     OK, NOW I was in WAY over my head!  "Ummm,
great.  It's real cool.  Awesome."
     "Does she like it?"
     OK, now my fictional prowess was being
questioned.  "Of course!  When I'm home she can't keep her
hands off me.  My parents almost caught us once!"
     "Really."  She seemed disinterested, and I began to
think she no longer believed me.  Why didn't I just say No
to her first question?  "Does she..."  Carol swallowed and
sorta looked around, "...does she ...suck your...thingie?"
My eyes widened.  I nodded, this time unable to
perpetuate the lie with my lips.
     "How does she do it?"
     OH GOD!  NOW WHAT DO I SAY?!  I should
have just said No the first time, and borne the shame of
being a virgin at 15...Oh, the humiliation!  But no, I had to
be the tough guy.  I had to be cool.  I had to have...the
ATTITUDE.  I wanted to be bad, today, right?  So what
better way than to corrupt my innocent cousin's mind?  I
tried to recall every Forum letter I ever read in my friend
Kenny's Dad's Penthouse collection that discussed the fine
art of sucking cock.  I took a deep breath.  I had to sound
like I knew what I was talking about.  Had to talk tough.
"Um... well...  First she sorta licks it.  I like her to lick just
under the head, cuz that's where it feels the best," (I knew at
least that much just from jerking off!).  "Then she puts it in
her mouth and sucks on it and licks on it, and she sorta
bounces her head up and down on it until I come."  Oh,
yeah.  Straight to hell.  In a hand-basket!
     When I looked at Carol again, her cheeks were
flushed and her breathing had changed.  She had been
staring off onto the lake, but came back a few seconds after
I finished.  "Does stuff really shoot out of it?"
     OK.  Something I actually KNOW.  "Yes."
     "What's that feel like?"
     Another truth I could tell!  "It's great!  I could do it
all day if I had the chance!"
     "No," she said.  "The STUFF!  What does the stuff
feel like?"
     "Oh.  Well, it's warm and sticky and..."  She cut me
off.
     "There's a boy at school that likes me, but I wanted
to find out about it before I..."
     "Kids!!  Hot dogs are done!  Come on!"  It was
Aunt Linda calling from down the beach.  And then Tina
appeared on the boulder, behind Carol.
     "Let's go!  Food!"  I made sure Carol got up first and was several
steps ahead of me before I got out of the water.  As quickly as I could, I
reached down into my trunks and pulled my swollen prick up into the
waistband to hide it.  Fortunately everyone was formed around the grill
waiting for their hot dogs, their buns in hand, for walking behind
Carol, her buns swaying back and forth five steps ahead of me, did nothing
to quiet the rage going on in my trunks!  Everyone was looking at their
hot dog, so nobody noticed my sausage!  I "wasn't hungry" until the
hard-on was gone.
     Man, was I going to jerk off that night!!


Subject: REPOST: COUSIN'S DELIGHT PT 2
From: ericshon@aol.com (Eric Shon)


Cousin's Delight
by Eric Shon
Part 2

     I spent the rest of the day up at Lake Wetauga
sort of following around my suddenly sexy cousin.  We
played volleyball with my parents and her parents, and
my Dad's other sister and her husband.  She was the
youngest in his family, and had only recently had a baby,
which was in a baby seat in the pavilion, sleeping.  The
smaller kids, as always, wanted to play, but only messed
up the game whenever the ball came to them.  Of course,
whenever the ball came to me, I messed up the game
because I was too busy staring at Carol's ass bouncing
around in her bikini.  Fortunately for me I had grown
somewhat accustomed to the sight, so I could derive
pleasure from it without sporting wood.  When Aunt
Kathy's baby woke up, the game totally fell apart as
everyone went to hover around her.  Carol and I just sort
of volleyed the ball back and forth over the net for a
while until she decided she wanted to go back in the
water.
     Naturally I followed her.  We waded into the
water, talking small talk, and I was both afraid and
hopeful that she would ask me more questions about
blowjobs.
     She jumped track as soon as she felt safely out of
earshot of anybody up the beach.  "So, does
your...penis...really get long and stiff and hard?"  Forget
the small talk, get right to the point!!
     I tried to hide my shock at the question, and
simply said, "Yes it does."  I felt strangely like I was
teaching a physiology class.
     "I think I felt yours when we were playing in the
water."
     I nearly fell into the water as my heart slipped out
of my chest and bounced around a couple of times.  She
HAD noticed!  I stammered, "Nah, um, no."
     "Did I make it do that?" she asked, without even
hesitating for an instant, a slight smile playing across her
lips.
     I was still struggling with her first question when
this one hit me square in the chest.  Just then we heard
splashing behind us.
     "Hey guys!  The water's nice!"  It was my Mom.
     Carol turned around and said, "Hi Aunt Ellen!"
and started walking back toward her.
     My Mom looked at me and said, "So I see you're
not having such a bad time after all, huh?"  I shrugged
my shoulders.  Mom smiled and said, "It looks like you
two have finally found something to talk about."  And
then, looking at me, she said, "Or is it YOU that has the
crush this year!"
     "Mo-om!"  I shouted, thoroughly embarrassed.
     "Oh, stop!"  she said.  "It was so cute watching
Carol follow you all around the lake last year."  I rolled
my eyes at her specifically because I knew it made her
crazy.  "Oh, stop, you big baby!"  And she leapt forward,
trying to dunk me, and I dodged and grabbed her arms
and easily dunked her instead.  I was so embarrassed I
entertained the thought of drowning her, but I figured
that might make my Dad a little angry, so I let it pass.  I
let her up, and she stood with a half-dazed look on her
face.  "I guess THOSE days are over!  My little baby's
growing up!"
     Mom stayed and chatted with us, mainly with
Carol, but I stayed out there stealing glances at Carol's
tits.
     Before long my Dad was packing up the
Suburban, and suddenly I didn't want this day to end.  I
had spent the whole day with Carol, and Bethy and Tyler
were inseparable from Tina.  Then I heard my Aunt
Linda's husband, Don, say to my Dad, "You know,
Steve, with my promotion this year I got a third week of
vacation.  I'm not doing anything this week, and the kids
seem to be getting along so nicely...why not let Johnny
and Bethy and Tyler come spend the week with us?"
     "I don't know, Don." Dad replied.  They're a
handful, and they didn't bring any extra clothes with
them."
     "That's OK.  Johnny can wear some of my old
stuff, Bethy can wear Tina's clothes...they'd be swapping
them anyway!  And Tyler, well he'll probably spend all
his time in the pool, so all he'll need is his trunks!!  If he
needs anything else, we'll just buy it.  Come on, Steve.
It's only a week."
     Dad looked at Mom, and she just gave him the
"it's fine with me if it's fine with you" look.  Bethy and
Tyler were screaming, "Yeah Dad!!  I wanna go!  Let us
go!  We'll be good..." and on and on.
     Dad looked at me.  "John?"   I tried to give as
indifferent a nod as I could without betraying my
excitement.  A whole week looking at Carol's tits and
ass!  My dick was already getting hard at the thought.
     "All right, Johnny!"  I hated 'Johnny' worse than I
hated 'John.'  "Feel like learning the game of golf this
week, kid?"
     I feigned enthusiasm for the world's most boring
game.  "Cool!"
     All the vehicles were loaded up, and my parents
were giving us all good-bye hugs and kisses.  I climbed
into the farthest back seat in Uncle Don's Dodge van and
was not entirely surprised to see Carol heading back
there with me.  We sat and waited for the adults to stop
prolonging the departure, but they had to hammer out the
details for  getting us back home at the end of the week.
     As The Suburban pulled away, it was a strange sight,
seeing both my parents together in the front seat, and
nobody else with them  It seemed there was always one
of us kids with either or both of them at some time or
another.  I wondered what they were going to do all
alone for a week without us kids around!
     It was an even longer drive to Uncle Don's and
Aunt Linda's house; about three hours.  Tyler and Tina
and Bethy occupied the middle seat and were trading
jokes with Aunt Linda.  Carol, beside me, was nodding
off within a half-hour.  With the few minutes of
remaining daylight making it through the window, I got
as much of an eyeful as I could get of Carol's tanned legs
and the tops of her breasts, all that was revealed by the
beach robe she had put on.  An hour into the trip the
three younger kids were zonked out, and Carol had
finally let sleep overtake her, too, and her head had come
to rest on my shoulder.  I liked this, so I tried to remain
still so that she wouldn't sit back up or lean to the other
side.  I had started feeling drowsy myself, but then Carol
shifted, making me alert again.  She grunted and sat up,
turned her body toward me and rested against me, this
time pressing one breast into my arm, and resting her
cheek on my bare shoulder.  Then her arm fell to my
chest, her hand splayed across my solar plexus.  With
each bump in the road, her hand slid down another inch
until it was resting against my abdomen, her thumb
covering my navel.
     Carol shifted again, pushing with the hand resting
on my belly, and it just slid down right over my cock,
which immediately started filling with blood, and was
soon up to it's swollen capacity, right underneath her
hand!  I was half-ready to gently remove it, but the other
half wanted her hand there.  The other half won, and I
just sat there, hard-on throbbing, looking at her hand in
the twilight, resting on my cock.  I felt her hand move a
little, and then felt a slight squeeze.  Then she raised her
head up and looked down at my lap, and said, "Oh my
goodness!"  She looked into my eyes as she gripped my
prick through the thin material of my trunks.  "It's so
hard and warm, J!"
     As she squeezed, I could only gasp and grunt.  I
was also afraid that her parents could hear us, even
though they were all the way up front and had the radio
on.
     Then, before I even had a chance to protest,
Carol said, "I gotta see it!" and pulled the waistband of
my trunks out and down.  "Ohhh!  WOW!!" she gasped
as it stood, free of the constricting trunks.  She released
the waistband of the trunks, which snapped painfully
against the base of my cock.  As I winced, she said, "Oh!
I'm sorry!" slid her hand under the waistband, gripped the
base, and began rubbing to soothe the pain.
     Her fingers scraped across the top of my balls,
and she said, "Hey..."  She sat up fully, pulled the
waistband out further, and cupped my balls.  "That feels
nice!" she breathed as she gently squeezed them.
At that I threw my head back and whimpered.
She looked up at me and said, 'Want me to suck it like
your girlfriend?"
     I whimpered another "HUHH?!" shaking my
head, but she only smiled, a look of innocent wild
wonder in her eyes.
     "I want to suck it!"  And she lowered her head to
my lap.  "Like this?"  She stuck her tongue out and ran it
up the underside of my dick, stopping just at the cleavage
of the head.  I could feel the cool air in the van against
the wet trail her tongue left.
     I shook my head violently, certain that we'd be
caught.  She saw me and said, "No?  How about this?"
And she opened her mouth just enough to let my dick
slide in.  When the rim around my dick head passed her
lips she stopped, and then she began sucking.  I felt the
pre-cum escape as it was suctioned out, and my hips
bucked involuntarily, driving another inch of me into her
mouth.
     Again I shook my head.  If Uncle Don caught us,
my Dad would ground me until I finished college...that is
if Uncle Don didn't KILL me!
     Carol looked up at me and said, "Still no?  Damn!
I did just what you said your girlfriend does.  How about
this?"  She returned her mouth to my cock, and this time
she engulfed the head in her mouth and began bobbing
her head up and down, all the while sucking the life out
of me.
     "OHGODYES!"  I don't remember formulating
the words.  They just came out of my mouth in a sharp
hiss.  To Carol that was the approval she was looking
for, so she doubled her efforts, sucking and stroking my
dick in her mouth in a frenzy.  My eyeballs rolled 180
degrees back in their sockets as my dick for the first time
received attention from something other than my own
hands!
     By this point I didn't care if we were caught by
Uncle Don, Aunt Linda, Dad, Mom, the Reverend Billy
Graham, the Pope, or Father Time.  My hand came to
rest on Carol's back and I started pistoning my hips,
driving my cock into and out of her mouth.  In all the
fantasies I had had up to that point about blowjobs, I
never imagined the sound of someone's lips slurping
around the shaft.  It seemed to echo throughout the
confines of the van, but her parents were oblivious to the
sound.
     Carol pulled her head up with a slight pop off of
my dick, and said, "When does your stuff shoot out?"
     All I could muster was "Real soon!" and I
grabbed the back of her head.  But she needed no help.
She eagerly gobbled me right back up and resumed her
pace.
     I felt the expansion behind my testicles begin.  It
was still a new sensation to me then, as I had only first
felt it a year and a half before while in the shower,
soaping myself up and realizing that the action along my
swollen penis felt REALLY good, and then realizing I
couldn't really stop my hand from stroking until BAM!!  I
was hosing off the shower curtain!
     My cock felt like it was expanding against Carol's
lips, and my hips broke from their frantic rhythm and
started undulating up and down in much slower strokes.
I don't know if it was instinct, or just that she felt a need
to hold on to something, but Carol caressed my balls, and
then gave them a gentle squeeze...and that sent me over
the edge.  My hips locked in the up position, my chin
drove down into my chest, and my hands flew to Carol's
back and head.  I felt the first spurt launch from
somewhere around my toes, and I screamed.  "AHK!
GODDD!  AUGH!  OH!  JEEZES!"
     The spunk, pent up from a full day of teasing,
crotch peeks, and dirty talk, hit Carol directly in the back
of the throat.  Her eyes widened and she pulled her head
off of my cock so she could watch me come.  The second
spurt launched just as her lips cleared the end of my
penis, and ricocheted off of her lips and cheek, which
elicited a loud cackle from Carol.  The third and fourth
spurts arced into the air, landing on her tits, my belly and
thighs, and on the seat-back in front of us.
     Aunt Linda called out from the co-pilot's chair,
"Carol, quit bothering J, now, hon."
     The rest of the cum came out in little spurts and
then dribbles that ran down my cock and formed a
puddle at the base.  Carol smacked her lips and said,
"That tastes weird."  And then she wrapped her mouth
around my cock again and cleaned the cum off of it.
     Carol sat up and looked deeply into my eyes and
said, "I liked that.  Did you?"
     I could neither nod nor shake my head because of
the mixed emotions I was feeling.  Most of all, I had
enjoyed it immensely.  But very clear in my mind was
that Uncle Don would probably dismantle me with an ax
if he found out what had just gone on between his
daughter and his nephew only ten feet behind his back!
So in response to Carol's question, I merely closed my
eyes and laid my head back.
     It struck me as odd that, as I lay back, the closing
strains of a Rolling Stones song beat quietly from the
radio: "Yo!  Yo!  You'd make a dead man come!"  The
song had already been half over when Carol first ran her
tongue up the length of my cock.  The whole encounter
had lasted less than 90 seconds!  To this day, when I hear
"Start Me Up," my dick gets hard.
     Carol snuggled against me, her head in the crook
of my shoulder, and her hand wrapped snugly around my
penis.  We slept that way until Uncle Don opened the
sliding door on the side of the van.  We were parked in
their driveway.  Thanks to the middle seat and an
obnoxious, crabby Tyler, Carol was able to slip her hand
unnoticed from inside my trunks.
     We unpacked the van, and my siblings and I
spread out on the living room floor for the night.  I lay
there for about an hour reflecting on the events of the
previous two hours and I realized that I didn't feel the
need to jerk off after all!
     This was going to be an interesting week.


Subject:      REPOST: COUSIN'S DELIGHT PT 3
From:         ericshon@aol.com (Eric Shon)


Cousin's Delight
Part 3
by Eric Shon

     The following morning I was woken up by Aunt Linda's voice:  "Hey,
you sleepy-heads!  Time for breakfast!"  By the time Bethy, Tyler and I
got to the table it was already after 11:00, and by the tousled look of
everyone there, no one had gone to church this morning, having preferred
to sleep in.  The spirited activity of the previous day at Lake Wetauga
had taken its toll on everyone...lopsided hair, little crusties in
everyone's eyes, and in everyone's face a general look of relaxation from
a good night's sleep.
     During breakfast, and throughout the day, I kept stealing glances at
Carol to see if she would acknowledge our own little activity in the back
of Uncle Don's van the night before, but I never managed to make
significant eye contact with her.  However, after a few minutes at the
table I found something to distract me from Carol's eyes.
     Uncle Don and Aunt Linda, like my parents, kept a pretty informal
family atmosphere.  I had been to friends' homes where it seemed like
their parents never had any fun, nor did they allow their kids to have
any.  Meal times were somber occasions and, for me, very uncomfortable
whenever I was at their homes.  But not here.  Aunt Linda was an excellent
cook (and so was Uncle Don, for that matter, as I later learned), and she
didn't seem as concerned with manners as she did her family enjoying
themselves as they ate.  So breakfast was an informal affair, what with
everybody still in their pajamas or their sleepwear.  Bethy and Tyler were
in the clothes they arrived in last night, I was still in my cum-stained
trunks (I was hoping no one would notice...), and Tina and Carol were in
knee-length night shirts.  Uncle Don wore a t-shirt and a pair of jogging
shorts, and Aunt Linda wore silk pajama tops with cut-off sweat pants.
     It was here that I discovered a little secret.  I stood to reach for
a couple of pancakes when Aunt Linda, who had just dropped a couple onto
Tyler's plate, said, "I'll get it, John."
     "Thanks," I said, and stood there holding my plate out.  Aunt Linda
leaned over, reaching for the pancakes when I noticed how loosely her
pajama top fit her.  And when she speared the cakes, I could see the swell
of her breast, and how it sort of jiggled whenever she moved.
     She plopped a stack of three cakes onto my plate and said, "That OK?"
     I hesitated for a moment, darting my eyes away from her chest, and
said, "Um...no."
     "More?  OK."  And she leaned back over.  I leaned in a little, and a
little toward her, a pretense to helping make her work a little less
difficult, but actually to afford myself a better view down her top.  I
got as far as her tan-line, but she stood back up before I got any
further.  "How's that?" she asked as she plopped two more cakes on top of
the others on my plate.
     "More,"  I said.  I could feel my heart in my throat.  I was keenly
aware that anybody might figure out what I was trying to do.  And I toyed
with the thought of quitting because I could feel the surge of blood
through my cock, and then everybody would notice!
     "Jeez, you're hungry!"  She leaned again, I leaned more.  I felt
myself raise up on my toes, hoping to get a further downward angle down
her jammies.  It was the right idea.  I leaned in far enough to where I
saw the upward tilt of the bottom of her breast, and the downward slope of
the top of her breast as they approached each other, but her top wasn't
loose enough to allow me a view of her nipple.  My mind played connect the
dots, and I could imagine what it looked like, exactly right where it was,
but she stood up again and dropped two more cakes onto my plate.  "I think
that's enough, young man," she said sternly.  My heart caught in my
throat.  I was caught!  I was certain of it!  "You'd better see if you can
eat those before I put any more on your plate.  I've got to feed everyone
else, you know!"  I looked down to the stack of 7 pancakes on my plate.
     "OK," I said.  "Pass the syrup?"  I watched her pajama top as she
served the rest of the family, and I tried to come up with a good reason
for standing up again, but every reason sounded stupid.  But then, when
she sat down she tugged at the tails of her pajama top, which flattened it
against her breasts, the silk material highlighting and outlining her
nipples pressing against it from the other side.  They were erect!  Did
she know what I was doing?  Do girls' nipples get hard like a boy's penis
when aroused?  Because I wanted it to be, I decided the answer was yes,
and under the table there sprouted a handsome woodie.  I just ate and ate
til that thing died, which didn't happen until I had polished off a second
helping of four pancakes and everyone except Uncle Don (was he hiding a
boner, too?) had finished, and Aunt Linda cleared the dishes and went to
the kitchen.
     It was a lazy Sunday, and we all just lay around the house watching
TV, and trading stories about my mom and dad.  Aunt Linda was a great
source of information about my father and some of the stupid things he did
as a kid.  During one of these stories I discovered that Carol's
nightshirt was just as loose her Mom's pajama top.  We were all sitting on
the floor.  Aunt Linda was hugging a pillow, so there was no chance to see
anything.  And then Carol spun around from sitting Indian style to lying
on her belly, propped up on her elbows.  I got a great view of her ample
14-year-old cleavage, and nature took over...or at least the darker side
of my nature!
     I grabbed Tyler and began to wrestle with him in one of the rare
moments of sibling comaraderie I showed him during my teen years.  I
rolled him over on top of me and let him straddle my chest for a few
minutes, tickling him, and then I let him go, pretending that something
Aunt Linda said caught my attention.  I rolled over onto my belly in the
same position as Carol, and right next to her.  She still hadn't shown me
any acknowledgement of the fact that she had quite thoroughly sucked me
off the night before, a mere 10 feet behind her parents' backs, in the
rear seat of Uncle Don's van, a first for me, and, I assumed, for her as
well!
     Propped on her elbows, Carol's tits were pressed against her arms, so
I didn't have a view of them, either.  Attention was wavering from Aunt
Linda's stories, and the pow-wow began to break up.  Aunt Carol stood up
and tossed the pillow to the sofa, and went to the kitchen.  I got up and
squatted on my knees.  I was getting frustrated, now.  But then my baby
brother did something for which I'll love him forever.  He started
wrestling with Carol!  Just like he had with me, only he climbed on her
back (oh, if ONLY!) and wrapped his arms under her chin.  She dropped her
chest to the floor and rolled over, pinning him beneath her.  Then she got
up on all fours and proceeded to tickle him mercilessly, which is what he
wanted in the first place.  And there it was!  As she knelt over him, both
breasts came into unobstructed view as her nightshirt fell away!  Tyler's
laughter was drowned out by the rush of blood past my ears on its way to
my rapidly swelling cock!  My vision seemed to become dynamic, like I had
a zoom lens on each eyeball.  Each breast was a pleasant round shape that
came to a perfect pink point, like the back end of a balloon.  They
jiggled and shuddered with each murderous tickle she applied to my baby
brother.  He cried, "Stop!  Stop!" and her instincts told her, correctly,
that he was about to wet his pants if she didn't stop.  As he lay there,
gleefully whimpering in recovery from Carol's tortuous tickling, she
looked up at me, her breasts still on display.  Her eyes briefly met mine,
but shifted to the stretched fabric of my trunks as my cock made itself
into an imaginary tentpole.  Her eyes sparkled as a naughty smile broke
across her lips.

     By dinner time the only person dressed for the world was Aunt Linda
as she headed out the door to get some dinner.  The rest of us were still
dressed in what we slept in the night before.
     "Dad's in the den doing the bills," she said to Carol.  "I'll be back
in about a half-hour."
     "OK, Mom," Carol said.  Her eyes slid toward me and there was a
devilish smirk just under the surface.  My heart skipped and I felt my
face flush at the thought of what we might do in the next 30 minutes!!
But with her father here?  It was one thing to do it at the rear of the
van while he was busy behind the wheel, but to try it when he could walk
in at any moment would be suicide!
     Bethy and Tina rocketed upstairs with the word "Barbie" mentioned
several times, and Tyler followed, leaving Carol and me in the living
room.  We looked at each other for a few seconds, and then she said, "What
do you want to do?"
     I wanted to lift her shirt over her head and dive into her, that's
what I wanted to do!  "I don't know.  What do YOU want to do?"
     "Let's see if there's anything on cable," she said as she brandished
the remote and fired off a shot at the TV.  There wasn't.  She flipped
through the channels a couple of times, and finally settled on MTV (back
when they used to play music videos).  She sat in Aunt Linda's rocking
chair, which left me to the couch, and she watched me looking at her.  She
looked at me like she was wondering what I was thinking.  Afraid I might
give that away, I turned to watch the new Genesis video.  It was the one
with all those puppets that looked like world leaders of the
time...Reagan, Gorbachev, Khaddafy...  When it was over I turned to her.
"I wish they'd stop making vid..."  My tongue almost fell off.  While I
had my head turned away she had propped one foot on the chair, tucked it
against her bottom, with her knee against her chest and her nightshirt
stretched over her knee.  So when I turned to her , exposed to me was her
entire body from her toes to just above her navel!  Also exposed to me was
the fact that she wasn't wearing panties!
     "What?" she asked me, since I hadn't finished my statement.
     With my eyes locked on her virgin vagina, covered in wisps of golden
brown hair, I couldn't find any words to say.  "I said... um I was gonn...
Who's your cable...."
     "Are you looking at my pussy, J?"  My eyes darted up to hers, then
back to her pussy, and again back up to her eyes.  I nodded.
     "Last night when I sucked on your penis," she whispered, "my pussy
started to get all wet and sticky inside."  Her arms disappeared into the
armholes of her nightshirt.  "And it started to feel really nice and
tingly."  Her hands appeared inside her nightshirt. "The only other time
it ever feels like that is when I rub it with my fingers, like this."  One
hand covered her pussy and I could see one finger of that hand disappear
into the dark folds.  Her eyes closed to slits as she jutted her chin
outward and upward, a sharp breath expanding her lungs.  She withdrew her
finger and started to work on the top of her pussy, rubbing it around in a
circle.  "And if I keep rubbing it, like this, it just keeps feeling
better and better..." Her hips began grinding up against the motion of her
hand, and her speech became labored, broken up by grunts and gasps and
heavy breathing.  "...And the sticky stuff starts to run out of it, and
then I get to a point where it feels the absolute best, and then I want to
scream as my body starts to shake, and I break out into goosebumps...
UUHH!!!"  Her hips began bucking off of the seat as her hand appeared to
be pressing it back down, all the while her fingers grinding their circle
over the top of her pussy.  After a few seconds, her eyes clamped shut and
she stifled a scream, her hips rising to a point and undulating there for
another few seconds.  She began breathing again in repeated sighs, and
tears ran down her cheeks, and her butt returned to the seat.  "Last night
when you shot your stuff out, I realized what happens to me.  It's the
same thing.  Does it feel the same way for you?"
     I nodded, and looked at my own crotch.  My cock was at full
attention, straining for release into the world, yearning to spread it's
seed all over it.  I leaned back on the couch and started to remove my
trunks and return the favor when I heard, "Linda?"  It was Uncle Don!  I
didn't even have my thumbs in the waistband yet, so as Carol dropped her
leg and regained a proper sitting position, I merely grabbed a couch
pillow and mashed my hard-on down onto my belly.  "Hey guys!  Carol, is
Mom back yet?"
     "No, not yet Daddy."
     Uncle Don looked at her.  "What's the matter dear?  Your face is all
red.  Have you been crying?"  Carol's eyes widened as she stammered for a
viable explanation.
     I butted in:  "We were pillow fighting and I caught her in the eye
with a corner."
     "Oh, really?  Let me see."  Uncle Don bent over Carol with his hand
on her head.  He tilted it back and forth, looking for any damage, and she
darted her eyes at me with a frightened, yet relieved look in her eyes.
He asked her, "Are you OK, baby?"
     "Yes, Daddy."
     "You two be careful, now," Uncle Don said as he continued on toward
the kitchen.
     Aunt Linda returned a little while later with a car load of Kentucky
Fried Chicken, and we feasted.


Subject:      REPOST: COUSIN'S DELIGHT PT 4
From:         ericshon@aol.com (Eric Shon)


Cousin's Delight
Part 4
by Eric Shon


     Later that same evening, having worn the same clothes for two days,
and having made some effort to hide the cum stains on them, I decided it
was time to take a shower.  That sort of started a trend and it was pretty
late by the time that Uncle Don got in, complaining about the cold water
coming out of the hot water faucet.
     Since we had had time to think about it today, we adjusted the
sleeping arrangements so that one room wouldn't be so crowded.  Aunt Linda
decided that Tyler would get the guest room because it was closed off from
the rest of the house, and there would be less chance of something scaring
him in the night.  Tina and Bethy would share Tina's room.  That left
Carol's room, and I was hoping against reason that they would tell me I
had to share her room!!  Of course, that wasn't to be, but a boy can
dream, can't he?
     I got the hide-a-bed in the living room, where I had slept the night
before.  Only this time Aunt Linda brought down a pillow and a blanket.
Uncle Don let me wear a pair of his jogging shorts to sleep in while Aunt
Linda washed all of my clothes...the swimming trunks, the tank top, and my
socks...and I was turning out the blanket to get ready for bed.  Carol was
sitting in the rocking chair (again), wearing her cute nightshirt (again)
and chatting with me about her friends, the music they listened to, what
music I listened to, the movies she saw this Summer...the things teenagers
find important topics of discussion.  I could tell by the way she kept
shifting her eyes toward the kitchen, where Aunt Linda was, that she was
hoping Aunt Linda would go off to bed without stopping by the living room
to say good-night...and frankly, so was I!  I could hear her talking on
the phone with somebody.
     After a few minutes I could see that Carol was getting agitated.  She
seemed nervous, yet excited about something.  It seemed to be connected
with her mother in the kitchen, and the longer Aunt Linda spent on the
phone, the more worked up Carol seemed to get.  What I hoped more than
suspected was that as soon as Aunt Linda went off to bed, Carol wanted to
play some more!  And after the little show I got today, I didn't think I
could take much more playing!  As this idea ran through my head, the image
of Carol in the same rocker earlier in the day played across my eyes: one
knee in the air, her nightshirt stretched around it, and her hand rubbing
circles on her pussy.  My cock started to swell from the memory, and
though Carol had seen it before (HELL!! She'd had it in her mouth!!), I
was still embarrassed that she might see it poking out.  So I got under
the blanket.
    Once I got settled, Carol came and sat on the edge of the hide-a-bed.
I was pretty certain that if it wasn't for her mother being in the next
room, Carol would have been under the blanket with me!  And I was pretty
certain that I wanted her there, too!
     But before any of that could take place, I heard Aunt Linda in the
kitchen:  "OK.  Bye-bye.  Love you, too.  Bye-bye."  And then she hung up.
 She came around the corner into the living room and said, "OK Carol, time
for bed."
     Carol protested.  "Can't I stay up with J and watch TV?"
     Aunt Linda said, "No.  You have to get up early tomorrow."
     "What!?  It's Summer vacation!"
     "I know, but I need you to come to the office with me and do some
computer stuff."
     Carol was pissed.  "Aw, come on Mom!  It's supposed to be vacation.
That's why they call it Summer vacation!"
     "I'm not on vacation, yet," Aunt Linda replied.  "Not until the week
before school starts.  And you're going to the office with me tomorrow.
It's only one day."
     Carol got off of the bed.  "Great."
     "Good night, J," Aunt Linda said over her shoulder as she headed out
of the room.
     "Good night.  'Night Carol."
     She skulked out of the room without a word.  Aunt Linda clicked off
the lights as she left, and I lay there watching the moolight dance on the
ceiling as it was reflected off of the pool outside beyond the sliding
glass doors.  I looked out the doors and, for the first time, realized
that nobody even went near the pool today, and that was always the big
deal about going to Aunt Linda's house!  The patio lights shone and
glistened off the surface of the water.  Well, I had a week yet to get out
there for a dip.  I lay back, the memories of Carol's blowjob, and of her
jacking herself off in this very same room only five hours earlier playing
back in my head, and within a minute I was fully erect.  I reached down
and squeezed my cock from outside the shorts.  Had I been at home I'd have
already been well on my way toward improved forearm tone and an orgasm,
but I was in someone else's house...in the living room, for crying out
loud...and I didn't have a sock to catch the spunk on.  So I rolled over
onto my side and tried to get those thoughts out of my head.
     I had just begun to relax and fall into a slumber when I felt a hand
on my shoulder and a sharp whisper:  "J, wake up!  Wake up!"  It was
Carol!
     "I'm up!  What's going on?"
     "Come on!" she said, taking my hand and pulling me out of the bed.
"You gotta see this!"  I followed her as she led me out through the
sliding glass doors, over the patio along the length of the pool, and then
stopped.
     "What's going on?"  I said.
     "SHHHH!" she hissed, covering my lips with her fingers.  "Listen."  I
did.  I heard nothing.
     Carol still had her fingers over my lips, so I shrugged.  She grabbed
my hand and tugged me toward the wall of the house, under a tall bush, and
parked me in front of a window with dim light coming out of it.  "Look
through the blinds."  Inside the room the blinds were drawn shut, but
there was one slat broken at one end, providing a view into the room.
Even though I became suddenly aware that we shouldn't be doing this, I
looked through the blinds into the room.
     Inside, on a bed, I saw Aunt Linda on her hands and knees, naked,
with Uncle Don kneeling in front of her, his huge cock sliding into her
mouth!  I was so shocked by what I saw that I leapt back, with an
involuntary "Jeezus!" escaping from my lips in a loud whisper.
     "SHHHHH!" Carol admonished.  Then, whispering, she asked, "What are
they doing?"
     To be honest, I wasn't certain that I had actually seen what I
thought I saw, so I told her, "I'm not sure!"  So Carol pulled me away
from the window and looked herself.
     "Oh, wow!  She's sucking his thingie!  I never saw her do THAT
before!"
     "'Before?'"  She'd seen them do other things 'before?'  I looked at
her face as she peeped through the broken slat, and I suspected that she
had gone into the room some time ago and broken it herself so she could
come out here and peep at her parents when she heard them through the
walls as they made love!
     "God Damn!"  she sputtered.  "Look at her go!"  Carol licked her lips
as she spied on her parents in their private love-making.  Her breathing
became labored, and in the dim light escaping through the blinds, I
thought I could make out Carol's hands pressing against her crotch through
her nightshirt.  I felt my tortured cock swell yet again.  She stared at
them for a good minute or so, and then she looked at me.  "J!  Come here,
you gotta see!"
     I sided up to Carol at the window, bent my head down to the broken
slat, and pressed it against hers to look inside.  Now Uncle Don was lying
on his back.  As I got to the window, Aunt Linda's hand was down between
her legs as she lowered herself onto his cock.  She pulled her hand away
and she sank all the way down, her head thrown back in ecstasy.  And then
she started to raise and lower herself slowly.  By the look on Uncle Don's
face, he was perfectly content to let Aunt Linda do this!  Through the
closed windows I could hear muffled speech, but I couldn't make out what
they were murmuring to each other, except every once in a while when Aunt
Linda said, "Oh, YEAH!"  To think only that morning I had strained,
unsuccessfully, just to get a peek at one of her breasts, and now I was
looking at her completely naked with Uncle Don, whom I'd NEVER wanted to
see naked, screwing him silly!  I became aware that, in this position at
the window, my body was pressed tightly against Carol's.  I could feel the
pressure of her tits through her nightshirt against my bare chest as her
heavy breathing pressed them into me again and again.  She had one arm
around my waist for support while the other busied itself with her pussy
as she watched her parents going at it.  She started to whimper, and I
could feel her begin to tremble.
     Her grip with the arm around my waist became formidable, and as she
approached orgasm she squeezed me against her.  She turned her body toward
mine and held me.  I felt my leg slip between her legs, and she pressed
her face into my chest.  She kept her hand working on her pussy for a time
until, in her undulations, her pussy brushed against my leg.  She spat,
"Ohgod!" at the new sensation and wrapped her other arm around my waist
and humped her pussy against my thigh.  With her face pressed into my
chest she intermittently muttered wordless syllables and kissed my bare
chest as she rode out a shuddering orgasm, all the while trying to keep
quiet outside the window where her parents were working toward their own
orgasms.  More for support than for lust (I didn't quite know what was
going on), I placed my arms around her back.  To this day I'll remember
that sensation as one of the best of my life.  The first woman's orgasm I
ever experienced.  I felt her trembling as it approached, and then as it
hit her she grabbed onto me for dear life, sharing with me what her body
was experiencing, whimpering into my chest as she showered it with little
kisses.  Why I didn't hose down the inside of my shorts...make that Uncle
Don's shorts...I don't know.
     As her tremors settled, Carol looked up at me and said, "Jesus
Christ!  I didn't think that one was going to end!"  She kept her arms
around me, and I kept mine around her.  We stood there for about a minute,
the whole time my cock poking her stomach and throbbing for release.  From
inside we heard Aunt Linda's voice rather clearly: "Oh yeah baby!  Come
inside me!"  And Uncle Don's answering groan of ecstasy as he did her
bidding.
     With her head still resting on my chest, Carol said, "I want to do
that."
     "Do what?!"  I asked, more in alarm than ignorance.
     "What Mom and Dad were doing," then she stammered, "...fucking!"  She
slid her hand down to my cock and felt it through the material of her
father's shorts.  "Your thingie's all hard again!"  She wrapped her hand
around it and squeezed.  I groaned in reply, and she looked up at me.  Our
faces were inches apart.  I had never kissed a girl before...not the way
you see it on TV and in movies...but I was filled with this urge, with
Carol's face so close to mine, and somewhere in the depths of my mind
something said that I knew what I was doing.  I bent down and closed the
gap between us, and closed my mouth over hers.
     Carol released my cock and pushed up against me, wrapping her arms
around my neck, and returned the kiss.  I was already dizzy from the rush,
but then I felt her mouth open, and for some reason I extended my tongue
into it.  Her tongue darted out, too, and we both mashed our faces into
each other's as though we were in a race to see who could get their head
into the other person's mouth first!
     I don't know how long we kissed, but when we broke, Carol grabbed my
hand and said, "Come on!"  She pulled me out toward the pool and plopped
me onto a chaise lounge with a big thick cushion on it.  She sat next to
me and we began kissing again, only this time she wrapped her hand around
my dick and started squeezing.  Wanting to return the favor, and wanting
to touch a pussy for the first time in my life, I reached out and put my
hand on her thigh and slid upward.  Once my hand got underneath the hem of
her nightshirt, the inside of her thigh was soaking wet and sticky.  The
closer my hand got to her pussy, the more she slid her pussy toward my
hand.  The heat emanating from her pussy was intense, and when my fingers
reached the outer lips, Carol jumped as though I'd just hit her with a
cattle prod!  I fumbled around aimlessly, getting my fingers wet with her
juices when she pulled away from my lips and said, "Rub the button!"
     "Huh?"  I had no clue what she was talking about.
     "The button!  Find the hard little button and rub it!"  She started
humping against my hand and I could feel a hard spot sliding up and down
against my palm.  I closed my thumb and forefinger over it and pinched it.

     "AAHCK!  Jeezus!" she almost sobbed, and she almost broke my cock off
as she was racked with another orgasm.  She rested her head against my
shoulder, panting.
     After a few moments she sat up and pulled her nightshirt over her
head, and I got my first view ever of a real live naked girl!  In the
mixed light from the moon and the patio lamps I saw that her nipples were
protruding stiffly from the center of each breast, not like they were when
I saw them when she was playing with my brother.  Then they were smooth
all over with no nipple sticking out.  My hands just went out to her
breasts like they each had their own brain!  Each hand gently grasped a
breast and squeezed.  Carol's eyes closed to slits and a smile played
quietly across her lips.  Her head eased back as she let out an
"Ooooh...", and then she leaned into my hands.  She kept pressing forward
until her chest was against mine, and she kept pushing until I was on my
back and she was on top of me.  She reached her face toward me and we
kissed again.  As her body pressed against mine, I felt my cock, through
the fabric of the shorts, butt up against her lower belly.  She felt it
too, and started to hump against it.
     "Oh, J!  Your thingie is so hard against my pussy!"  She ground down
on it.  "I want you to put it inside my pussy like my Dad does to my Mom!"
     At that point it all became too much.  I tried to push her off of me,
but the grinding of her pussy against my clothed erection was too much,
and with a helpless grunt I lost what little control I had, and I came
inside my shorts.
     As I came down through the series of sighs Carol said, "Did you shoot
your stuff already?"  I nodded.  "J, I wanted you to put your thingie
inside my pussy.  I wanted you to FUCK me."  I could tell she didn't use
the word very often.  There was disappointment in her voice, and I was too
blown away at that moment to tell her that I was far from finished.  I'd
experienced enough jerk-a-thons when Kenny let me take one of his Dad's
Penthouses home to know that I could "shoot my stuff" about three more
times before it felt like my dick was going to fall off!  And then maybe
two more times after that!
     Carol lay back on the opposite end of the chaise, looking with some
amusement at the still-full erection in my shorts, idly rubbing her pussy.
 The sight of her pussy on display mere feet away, and the thought of
Kenny's Dad's Penthouse magazines stirred a thought in my mind, a thought
inspired by something I had seen in one of the issues I had spirited away
from Kenny's house and up to my room.   In one of the photo layouts there
was a man and a woman together, and in a couple of the shots, the man had
his head between the woman's legs, looking like he was going to kiss or
lick her pussy.  I wasn't sure what he was trying to do, but I did
remember stroking my cock looking at those two pictures alone until I
dirtied another sock!  So, figuring it would be something to kill the few
minutes my dick would need to get ready again, I sat up, staring at her
pussy.  I placed my hands on her knees and got up on my knees.
     "What are you doing?" Carol asked.
     "I'm not sure," I replied.  I crawled forward to her pussy like a cat
on the prowl.  I lay with my armpits over her thighs, and I pulled them
apart so I could get my head between her legs.
     "What are you doing?!" she said with a giggle.
     "You'll see."  I eased my head toward her, and the smell coming off
of her pussy was one I'll never forget:  A mixture of pure musky sex from
two orgasms (of course I didn't know that was the source of the smell) and
of the rose bubble bath she had taken earlier (I had seen the bottle on
the end of the tub while I took my shower).  I stuck my tongue out to find
that little button she seemed to enjoy so much.  It was dark down there,
despite the moonlight and patio lamps, but I knew when I found it because
she gasped and grabbed the back of my head.  After a few licks on the spot
that made Carol jump, her clitoris popped out to greet me, and then it was
at my mercy!
     "Oh GOD, J!"  she squealed.  Her grip on the back of my head was so
tight that I couldn't move my tongue against her pussy any more, so I just
sucked as much of it into my mouth as I could, and that seemed to make her
even more crazy!  Shortly I felt her begin to tremble again, and I began
to fear that she was going to crack open my skull with the grip she had on
me.  She let out a short, high-pitch, LOUD squeal as she hit her climax,
and my face became drenched in her juices.  It wasn't like when I came,
spurting and all, but there was a definite increase in the wetness in her
pussy!  And then another trembling, and even more juice!  I knew she was
finished when her hands fell away from my head and and she let out a big
sigh, "OhgodJ," almost unintelligibly.
     I rose up from her crotch and crawled further up her body.  I stopped
at her tits and kissed them for a few seconds, and then continued up to
her face.
     "You ready?" I asked when I got there.
     "Oh, yes, J!" she panted back at me.  I stood briefly to remove my
shorts, and I lay back down on top of her.  I reached down and grabbed my
cock and started stabbing at her pussy with it.  Despite the fact that I
had just spent two minutes with my face mashed up against it, I hadn't
quite figured out where exactly the opening was!  Finally she reached
down, pushed my cock a little further down, and I felt the hot flesh of
her outer lips part the way.  Had I not just had an orgasm minutes
earlier, the heat of her pussy just around the head of my dick would have
made me come right then (as I learned later!).  But I had time now, and I
pushed further in until I could push no further.  I looked down, and in
the half-light, I could see that I was barely even in!  I started pushing
a little harder, but then Carol pushed up on my shoulders and said, "Stop,
J!  It hurts!"  I figured I must have been doing something wrong, so I
pulled all the way out and tried again, with the same results.
     "What's wrong?  What am I doing wrong?" I asked.
     "I'm a virgin, J."
     "I know," I didn't really.  I had just assumed.  But I still didn't
know why I couldn't get my cock inside of her.  I positioned my dick at
the opening of her pussy again and tried pushing even harder.
     "Wait, J!  Stop!" she almost shouted.
     "What am I doing wrong?"  I was clueless.
     "It's the hymen" she said.
     "What?"  I thought she was talking about a Jewish guy.
     "You have to break the hymen to get inside my pussy, but it hurts
me."
     "I'm sorry," I said.
     "It's not your fault."  She pushed up on my shoulders and said,
"Here.  Get up."  I did, and she got up, and then she told me to lie down
on my back on the chaise.  Then she got on her knees and straddled me,
just like we had seen her mother do with her father.  "If I can control
it, maybe it won't hurt so bad."
     She positioned my cock against the opening to her pussy.  She was
still wet as ever, and I hadn't lost a bit of hardness.  She sank down
slowly and I slid in as far as I had before, and I felt the barrier at the
head of my dick.  Carol stopped and rested for a moment.  "My friends said
this is the worst part..." she whispered.  And then she started a slow
downward push.  The pressure on my cock seemed immense, and I could feel
her muscles tensing and relaxing as they anticipated the pain.  Despite
her caution, I was going crazy with the sensation of her pussy slowly
enveloping my cock.  She took a rest and lay forward on top of me and
whispered, "Almost..."  She sat back up, and pressed downward again, only
this time I felt the barrier break away, and she slid all the way down til
her pubic hair meshed with mine.  She let out a muffled scream through
clenched teeth and closed mouth, and lay forward again, pressing her
beautiful tits into my chest.  The sensations of her breasts spreading out
across my chest and the warmth and wetness and tightness around the entire
length of my dick was too much for me, and I let out a pathetic whimper
and a sigh as my cum spewed forth inside of my cousin.
     We lay there like that for about ten minutes until Carol sat up, my
dick still inside of her and, yes, still hard.  She looked at me for a
good long time, and then she bent back over and kissed me long and deep on
the mouth.  I was ready for more, and I thought she was thinking about
doing more, but she just rose up off of my cock, gripping it in her
fingers as it pulled out of her, gave it a few loving strokes, and then,
smiling, said, "Good night."  I watched her pad back into the house, still
completely naked, and disappear into the darkness.  After a few moments
recalling these most recent events, I went inside, too, and lay down on
the hide-a-bed.
     A few moments later, or so it seemed, Uncle Don was shaking me awake,
saying, "Come on, son!  Get moving, boy!  There's eightteen holes waiting
for us and time's getting away!"  He pointed to a pile of clothes and told
me to get dressed.  I picked them up and padded toward the bathroom.  On
the way, passing the kitchen, I looked at the digital clock on the stove.
It was 5:00, and I was about to spend an entire day learning the game of
golf.


Subject:      FIRST-TIME POST: COUSIN'S DELIGHT PT 5
From:         ericshon@aol.com (Eric Shon)

Cousin's Delight
Part 5
by Eric Shon

     I slept some more against the door of Uncle Don's van as we headed
toward the golf course in the dark.  I dreamed about his daughter, Carol.
She appeared before me in a sheer white flowing gown, her face aglow with
a smile.  And then she appeared as she had when she was on top of me on
the chaise lounge chair by the pool, just as my cock had finally slipped
past her freshly broken hymen: her eyes closed to slits, a happy, yet
slightly wicked smile playing across her lips.  For all we had done the
night earlier, the only thing I saw in my dream with any clarity was
Carol's face.  She had slid down to the base of my cock and lay there on
top of me, the heat of her body coaxing my seed from me through my dick,
her tight, wet, hot pussy enveloping me completely.  And then I came.
     Or, at least I feared I had as I sat bolt upright in the front
passenger seat of the Dodge van.
     "Bad dream, kid?"  Uncle Don said without looking at me.  The Sun was
making its impending arrival known by lighting up the horizon to our left
to a bright pink.  As nonchalantly as I could I slipped my hand into a
pocket and felt around my abdomen and my cock.  I was hard as a rock from
the dream, but for the thing I was most worried about....  I felt around a
little more, and then, satisfied that I hadn't just doused the second of
Uncle Don's loaned underpants with a sticky load of semen, I relaxed into
the back of the seat and answered him.
     "No."
     "Well, if it was a good dream, I'd hate to see what your bad ones
look like!"  he said with a chuckle.  Uncle Don was a good guy.  He just
didn't have a son, and I don't think he was as used to talking to boys as
he was to girls my age.  So his efforts at small talk seemed a little
hesitant to me.  "It's good you're awake.  We're almost there."
     Great, I thought.  Golf.  I couldn't understand why people liked this
game.  It takes 4 hours to play a complete game...if you're any good at
it...and there's absolutely no excitement to it at all.  Just whacking a
ball toward a hole barely twice the size of the ball, with no distractions
or defending of the hole allowed, and the only obstacles are in the
landscape around the hole.  How much more difficult would the game be if
there was somebody guarding the hole, like a goalie?  Or if you had only a
certain amount of time to hit the ball--like 10 seconds--before someone
the size of a linebacker clotheslined you?  Without any of that, how
difficult a game could it be?
     DAMNED difficult!!  That's how!  Using rented clubs that Uncle Don
sized for me, we practiced at the driving range for about a half-hour
before his buddies showed up.  In that time I was able to start making
regular contact with the ball.  Then we got to the first tee, and the
nightmare commenced.  My first few shots off the tees were pretty good,
considering my experience.  But the minute I began to think that I knew
what I was doing, I learned how many different directions a ball can go
off the face of a club!  By the  end of the ninth hole, I had lost so many
of Uncle Don's balls that he had to stop at the club house to buy a dozen
more!
     By the end of the round I was miserable.  Uncle Don was in good
spirits, and he kept telling me I did fine for my first try at golf, but
he didn't realize how terrible I felt comparing my score to the worst
score of all his buddies.
     As they were all finishing their last beers in the club house, and I
my last Coke, I heard them talking about tee time for the following day,
Tuesday, and Uncle Don said, "We'll make it..."  I didn't think I could
bear another day like that, and yet, I was strangely looking forward to
another whack at that damn ball!  But then one of Uncle Don's friends took
him aside and was almost whispering to him, and I couldn't tell what they
talked about.
     In the van on the way home Uncle Don was silent for a while.  And
then he spoke: "I'm sorry about today, Johnny.  I should have spent a day
working on the basics of the game instead of throwing you out on the
course the first day."
     "Hey, it's OK," I replied.  "I got real mad a couple of times, but
toward the end I think I started to understand about some of the things
you told me.  I'm actually kind of looking forward to tomorrow."  And I
was.
     That's when the pained look came across his face.  "That's just it,
Johnny,"  he said, staring out at the road as it swept under the van.
"The guys... they said... we just took too long to play today, and they
were getting restless...."
     I knew it was coming, now.  There was no way to make it pleasant.
     "They don't want you to play tomorrow, Johnny.  I'm sorry."  I
started to feel like a heel, like I had maybe hurt Uncle Don's
relationship with his golf buddies.  But then he said, "I'm playing with
them all week except for Friday, and then I'll take you out, just you and
me, OK?"  I nodded.  "Until then, Carol is home during the day, and so are
the other kids.  You've all been getting along really well.  You can think
of something to do."  BOY, COULD I!  I cheered right up after that pep
talk!

     We got home from the golf course a few minutes before Aunt Linda and
Carol got back from the office, so Uncle Don paid the baby sitter who
watched Tina, Bethy and Tyler.  Actually the baby sitter was for Tyler.
The two girls were old enough and responsible enough to stay at home
without getting into trouble, but Aunt Linda was not confident enough to
leave them in charge of Tyler.
     "Carol should be home any minute, Shell, if you want to stick
around," Uncle Don said as he headed for the bathroom.
     "OK.  Sure," she said, and sat on the rocking chair.  I pictured
Carol there as she was the day before, and started sprouting another
erection.  Since I had no room of my own there, I just stood in the middle
of the living room trying not to look like I didn't know what to do.  I
heard Bethy and Tina splashing in the pool outside, and Tyler roaring like
some kind of monster as he took a running start and jumped into the water.
     "Did he behave?" I asked, figuring he probably didn't.
     "Mm hmmm," she replied, her eyes only briefly meeting mine before
darting away to the TV, which was off.
     "I'm J," I said, "Bethy and Tyler's brother."
     "I know...I mean, I figured..." she said.  "Bethy and Tyler told me
about you sometime today," she said with an absent minded flip of her
wrist.  "I'm Shelley."  There was something kind of snotty about this
girl.  She seemed a little stuck up, but then I didn't know her at all, so
who was I to say?  "So you play golf?" she asked, perpetuating this poor
example of a conversation.
     "Um...no.  You really couldn't call it golf.  What I was playing
would have to be called 'Swearing At A Little Ball And Beating It Into The
Ground With A Club.'"
     "Oh," was all she said, without even the faintest flicker of humor
lighting her face.  OK, I'm no comedian, so maybe it wasn't funny.
     When Uncle Don came out of the bathroom, I went in, carrying the
jogging shorts he had lent me the night before, and my clean tank top Aunt
Linda had laid out on the back of the couch.  While I was in there I heard
a couple of car door slams, some voices through the door, Carol's, Aunt
Linda's, a screen door slam, some more voices, and quiet.  I came out to
find Uncle Don, Aunt Linda, Tina, Bethy, and Tyler all sitting down for
the dinner that Aunt Linda had carried in from the car, but Carol was
nowhere to be found, and Shelley was gone.
     "Hi J!"  Aunt Linda nearly shouted.  "Come to dinner!  How was golf
today?"
     I answered with a groan and a roll of my eyes.
     "That's the same thing Don said when he came home from his first
round of golf.  That's funny."  Uncle Don laughed out loud, so I figured
it was either true, or just funny to him, so I smiled.  "You going again
tomorrow?"  I was about to answer her when Uncle Don spoke first.
     "He told me he'd prefer to stay here tomorrow and play in the pool
with the kids."  I was going to tell her what really happened, but I guess
Uncle Don didn't want her to think his friends were jerks...which they
probably were and which she probably already thought.
    "OK.  Well, Carol went to have dinner and spend the night at
Shelley's, so you'll
probably have most of the day to yourself.  And there'll probably be some
of this food left over, so you can handle lunch by yourself, too.  Is that
OK?"
     I nodded as I shoveled food into my face.  Golf makes you hungry.

     It wasn't until I was getting ready for bed that I started feeling a
little upset that Carol was gone for the night.  The past two nights she
had been right there with me, and each time it had gotten better.  But not
just the sex.  With all other girls I had ever been attracted to (and at
15, it's nearly every single one!), I pictured them in various stages of
undress--ALWAYS--and always it was a full-body, head-to-toe image.  But
with Carol, even after the things we had done and how good they made me
feel, all I could conjure up in my imagination was her face, smiling and
laughing, and it made me feel warm inside.  I just wanted to reach out and
hold her.
     When the house was dark and everyone had turned in, I was tempted to
sneak out by the pool to the secret hiding place where one could spy on
Uncle Don and Aunt Linda doing what comes naturally, but thinking about
that brought Carol to mind.  With her face floating before my eyes, I fell
asleep smiling because I had realized I was in love with her.

     The next morning I spent watching various shows on TV.  It never
failed.  No matter what town I visited, it always had better cable than
mine did.  So around noon I was still in bed (on the hide-a-bed) when
Carol came through the door.
     "Hi, J!  Where are the guys?"
     "Bethy and Tina went shopping or something with Tina's friend Hayley
and her mother.  Said they'd be back by dinner time."  A few seconds after
Carol came through the door, her friend Shelley, the one I'd met the day
before, followed.
     "Where's Tyler?" Carol asked.
     "Still asleep, I think."  And then after a few more seconds, "Hi
Shelley."
     "Hi, J."  She smiled at me weakly, and blushed.  She seemed a little
less stuck up this time than she had the day before, but it was still like
she was a thousand miles away.  Carol disappeared down the hallway,
leaving me with Shelley the Mystery, and a few minutes later she emerged
from the hallway, and I heard a door shut down the hall.  Carol went into
the kitchen and made a bowl of cereal and left it on the table.  Shortly
after that, I heard the muffled flush of the toilet, and then Tyler came
from the hallway.
     "Here ya go, sweetie," Carol said to him, gesturing to the cereal.
Then she headed out the door, leaving Shelley with me, and said, "Be right
back..."
     I looked at Shelley and shrugged, and then I excused myself for a
quick shower.  After toweling off, I put on my trunks and tank top and
headed out for the kitchen.  No one was in the living room when I went
past it, and Tyler was still seated at the kitchen table, playing with the
toy that came out of the box.  I snatched up the box of cereal, Cap'n
Crunch, and poured myself a bowl.  While I was eating I heard giggles
coming from down the hall.  It was Carol and Shelley in Carol's room,
apparently sharing some girl moment or other.  The doorbell rang and,
after the impulse to get up and answer the door passed, I sat and waited
for Carol to get it (after all, it wasn't my house!).  She called for
Tyler to come to the door.  I looked up to the door and saw a little boy,
about Tyler's age, standing
beyond the screen.
     "Tyler, this is Davey.  He lives a couple doors down.  He saw you
playing out front yesterday and wants to know if you want to come over to
his house and play."
     Tyler looked him over for a second, then nodded and said, "OK."
     Carol said, "Davey, did you already ask your mom?"  He nodded.  "She
said it's OK?"  He nodded.  "OK.  Tyler, you promise to behave?"  Tyler
nodded.  "OK.  You guys have fun."  The boys left, and Carol padded
barefoot to the phone in the kitchen and dialed a number.
     "Mrs. Coles?  This is Carol, from down the street.  Davey was just
here and asked if my cousin could come over there to play.  I asked him if
it was OK with you and he said yes.  It is?  OK  I just wanted to make
sure.  Just send him home whenever you get tired of him, OK?  OK.
Bye-bye."  She placed the handset back on the wall unit, and smiled at me
sweetly, and then returned to her room.
     I resumed my mid-day breakfast, and played with the cereal-box toy
that Tyler had abandoned.  After I scooped up the last puff of...whatever
it is that Cap'n Crunch is made of, and drank the milk out of the bowl, I
heard Carol's bedroom door open and the voices of the two girls as they
approached the kitchen.  When they rounded the corner in to the room, my
heart nearly flew out of my throat!  Carol was wearing a bright yellow
bikini with little blue wavy lines spotted all over it, and it was a bit
smaller and more revealing than the one I had seen her in two days before
up at Lake Wetauga!  This one accentuated the curves of her breasts and
made them appear larger than they were, and they appeared as though they
were going to fall out any second!  And Shelley came around the corner in
a green polka-dotted bikini that was just as revealing!  Shelley had a
little bit more baby fat
clinging to her belly and thighs, but her tits were bigger than Carol's!
     "We're going to lay out by the pool, J," Carol said over her shoulder
as she slid open the heavy glass door.  "You can come out with us, if
you'd like."
     "OK.  I'll be a minute," I said, looking underneath the table to my
trunks, already suspended above my abdomen by my stiff cock.  "Right after
my dick settles down," I didn't say out loud!
     After a few minutes of thinking about eating spinach, and trying to
picture Old Lady Hatchford from down the street back home getting it on
with Roy Fletcher, the mailman (there had been rumors, but they were in
their sixties, for Christ's sake!), I was able to make it out to the pool.
 The girls were sitting on the edge with their feet in the water, making
little splashing noises as they talked about whatever.  I tossed my tank
top onto the deck table that was out there and proceeded to commandeer the
chaise lounge, even though it already had a towel on it.  "Hey!  I claimed
that chair!" Carol shouted.
     "Move your feet, lose your seat" I retorted.  Carol got to her feet
and sped toward me, a smile on her face.
     "Give me back my chair!"  I turned my back to her and lifted her
towel to toss it aside when she reached me.  She threw her hands out to
either side of me and reached around for her towel.  Her breasts and belly
pressed softly against my back as I dangled the towel out of her reach.
Then she pulled one arm back and pinched a tuft of hair from my armpit in
her fingers and pulled hard.
     "OOOOOWWWW!!" I yelled, and I whirled around to face her.  As I spun,
she pushed me, and I fell backwards onto the chaise, and she fell with me.
 Instinctively, my hands flew to her waist as I fell, and when I landed
softly on the chair, she was directly on top of me.
     "OK, you win," Carol said.  "But you owe me!" she added with a wicked
smile.  As she lifted herself from my body, she placed her hands out for
support--one on my chest, the other directly on my crotch!  I felt her
hand give a little squeeze, and I looked at her face and saw another
wicked little gleam in her eyes.
     Carol and Shelley spread their towels out on the grass just off the
patio and, amid chatter between the two, began to slather sun lotion all
over themselves.  After each one did the other's back (I was tempted to
ask if I could do some!) Carol asked me if I needed the lotion, which I
did.  When it came time for my back, I was almost afraid to ask for help
because Shelley was there, and I didn't' t know what she might think.
     "Um...Carol?" I said quietly.  She turned around.  "Could you help
me?"
     She got up on her knees and said, "Sure!"  She thumped Shelley on the
thigh and said, "Come help me."
     Help her? I thought.  Certainly Carol wasn't going to try something
with her friend right here, was she?  I lay on my belly.  Carol poured the
lotion straight onto my back, and when the cool liquid hit my skin I
flinched.  Then I felt Carol's warm hands begin to spread the lotion
across my shoulders.  She rubbed up and down the length of my back and
around to my sides, and after a few minutes her action was more of a
massage than anything else.  It began to feel really nice, so I just lay
there enjoying it.  Her hands left my back suddenly, and I heard a couple
of whispers, and then a sharply whispered "NO!"  Just as I was about to
ask what was wrong I felt hands on the backs of my thighs.
     I was about to tell Carol that I already put lotion there, but as I
was taking the breath I heard Shelley's voice:  "Carol, what are you
doing?!"  And then I felt the hands slip underneath the hem line of my
shorts.
     "I want to show you something," Carol said.  "What we were talking
about last night."
     "What?!"  Just then Carol's hands slid all the way up to my buttocks
and her thumbs dipped down between my thighs and stroked the back of my
balls.  I stiffened instantly, uncomfortably so, and I adjusted my
midsection on the lounge to accommodate.
     "Watch this," I heard Carol say, almost in a whisper.  "Here.  Roll
over, J."  She pulled at my shoulder and waist.  I wasn't sure what she
was up to, but I rolled over anyway, my cock tenting out my trunks
proudly.  Shelley didn't say anything, but her eyes spoke her mind when
they caught view of the new dimensions of my trunks!  Carol leaned down
and took my nipple in her mouth and licked and sucked it briefly.  The
sudden sensation caused my dick to twitch involuntarily, which elicited a
gasp from Shelley.  "Isn't it neat?"
     "Carol, we shouldn't be doing this," Shelley whispered, her breath
coming in deep, shivering rhythm.
     Carol was rubbing her hand up and down my lotion-slick chest, her
thumb absently toying with a nipple.  "Come on, Shell.  You said last
night you wanted to learn.  What better time than right now?"  And without
further word she slid her other hand under the waistband of my trunks and
pulled them down the length of my thighs.  My cock sprang free of the
trunks and stood proudly at attention before the two teenage girls.
     Shelley's eyes widened dramatically, probably because this was the
first erect penis she had ever seen.  Carol looked at me.  "J, will you
help me teach Shelley how to make your thingie shoot out that white
stuff?"  Shelley's head snapped around to Carol as though she didn't
believe what she had just said.  At this point I would have agreed to
cutting off my own hand had they asked me!  I could only muster a tiny nod
of my head.  "Cool!" Carol shouted.  She turned her head away from my face
and looked at Shelley, who had been sitting beside my thigh the whole
time.  "Watch me."  I felt Carol's hand wrap around my shaft as she pulled
herself up and rested her chest against my side.  After a few electric
moments I felt her tongue slide slowly across the very tip of my dick.
>From my vantage point all I could see was the back of Carol's head and her
back and shoulders...and Shelley's face from her eyes up.  As Carol's
tongue slid around the head of my dick, Shelley's eyes went wide with
surprise.  I felt Carol's tongue swirl around a few times, and then she
pressed her lips against it and pushed her head down onto my cock.
Shelley's eyes blinked slowly, and as Carol's head revealed more of
Shelley to me, I noticed that Shelley was licking her lips.  Carol slid
about half of the length of my cock into her mouth and then pulled it back
out, sucking hard the whole way up.  My buttocks squeezed as the sensation
rippled through my body, and a pleased grunt escaped my lips.  "See?  He
likes it!  You try it."
     Shelley's eyes went wide again as she looked at Carol.  She looked
down and noticed that her hand was on my thigh.  Carol lifted herself off
of me, and past my cock I could see Shelley's eyes darting back and forth
from my eyes to my cock, to Carol and back, all the while licking her lips
in uncertainty.  "Come on, Shell.  When are you going to get a shot like
this again?  We're willing to teach you!  You told me last night you
wanted to learn how..."  I could see Shelley's resistance break down
behind her eyes.  She leaned a little forward, then looked Carol in the
eyes and nodded her head.
     Carol reached around behind herself, untied her bikini top, and
removed it.  "Take yours off, Shelley," she said as she reached forward
and untied it in the front for her.  "He likes to look at titties."  Carol
pulled Shelley's top off of her shoulders, exposing the girl's beautiful
breasts to me.  "There.  You like 'em, J?"  I nodded weakly.  "See?"
     After an initial shyness, Shelley discarded her fear of exposure and
concentrated on the lesson.  "This is where he's most sensitive," Carol
said, pointing to the base of the head on the underside of my dick.  "You
lick him there."
     Shelley's tongue slid out tentatively, like a turtle from its shell,
and she leaned forward.  Impatient to close the gap, I tried raising my
hips to her tongue, but Carol gently pushed me down.  "She'll get there,
J..."  The closer Shelley got to my cock, the closer Carol leaned in.  At
the last second, Carol gripped my dick in her fingers and held it steady
for Shelley.  Shelley's tongue made contact with the thin membrane that
stretches from the head to the shaft with an electric jolt like I'd never
felt before.  I shuddered, causing Shelley to rear back.  "It's OK," Carol
said to her.  "It's VERY sensitive."  Shelley returned to my dick, this
time a little bolder.  She began to lick up and down the shaft with some
confidence, causing my hips to undulate barely within my control.
     "OK, now put it in your mouth."  Carol slid around to where she was
next to Shelley, watching her closely.  Shelley repositioned herself so
that her head was above my cock, and she grasped the base tentatively.
She closed her eyes and lowered her head to my penis.  As her lips neared
the head, they parted almost enough to let it pass through, but not quite.
 The circumference of my dick was just slightly more than her opened lips,
and when they made contact, my dick slid exquisitely against and past
Shelley's soft lips. I let out a low groan, and Shelley's eyes opened and
met mine.  I smiled at her, and her eyes smiled back.
        "OK, now suck on it," encouraged Carol.  Shelley complied, her
cheeks hollowing slightly as her applied suction went to work on me.  It
felt good at first, but then she was only sucking on it like a baby on a
bottle.  "No, you have to go up and down," Carol admonished.  Shelley
looked at her with uncertainty--the student trying to accept correction
from the teacher--and began to bob her head up and down on my pole.
        "No.  That's not it."  I didn't recall complaining.  "Here, let me
show you."  Carol grabbed the base of my cock where Shelley's hand was,
and Shelley relinquished control of it to her.  Carol swiftly consumed my
cock and began an intricate sucking/licking/bobbing motion on me, and my
reaction was immediate, my hips grinding upward to push more of myself
into her face.
        She pulled back, her mouth popping off of me.  "See how much he
liked that?  You have to do everything at the same time.  "Lick..."  She
lowered her head onto my cock again, taking me in about halfway down my
shaft.  Then her tongue danced all over my cock inside her mouth, her
cheeks poking out where her tongue hit them, visible evidence to a third
party that something was definitely going on inside her mouth!  "Suck..."
She again took my cock deeply into her mouth, this time the tip hitting
the back of her throat.  I felt the air evacuate from her mouth as she
began an incredibly slow suctioning on my dick as she pulled her mouth off
of it!
        "Uunngghh!!"  The grunt came from deep within me, my head driving
back into the cushion of the chaise, my fists gripping the arms of it.
Carol reached the tip of my cock with her lips, her cheeks hollowed
deeply, and ended the motion with a soft kiss on the very tip.
        "Bounce."  Carol slipped her mouth over the entire length of my
cock again, this time just bobbing her head up and down, merely sliding
her lips along my shaft.  She quickly pulled off again, looked at Shelley,
and said, "put them all together..." and slid her face back down until I
hit her throat again.  She indeed put them all together, resuming her
intricate combination of lick, suck, and bounce, and again my hips thrust
upward into her face as she drove me wild.
        After about five of these incredible strokes, she lifted her face
off of me again, looked at Shelley, and said, "Your turn."
        Still tentative, Shelley slowly lowered her face down over my
cock, her lips again caressing my head and shaft as she slid down.  I
could almost hear her recounting Carol's lesson in her head...she paused
for a moment, and then I felt her tongue go to work on my shaft inside her
mouth.  A few moments later, she pulled away from me a little, the
suctioning rather intense, and then she reversed the direction of her head
and commenced the "bounce."
        "Mmmmm," escaped my lips, and she looked up into my eyes.  I
smiled a smile of intense pleasure, which must have been the perfect
encouragement, for she doubled her efforts and picked up speed.
"NNGGGOOOCK!!"  She was instantly as good as Carol had ever been in the
two days since she first sucked a cock.  Again I was driving my hips
upward into a lovely face.
        "Slow down, hot shot!"  I thought Carol was talking to me.
"You're gonna make him come that way!"  God was she right about that!  "I
want you to SEE him come before you ever try to take it in your mouth--so
you can understand what happens."  She pulled softly on Shelley's
shoulders to get her to stop what surely would've lasted only another 20
or 30 seconds!  As Shelley reared back to an upright position, I could see
a gleam in her eye, a gleam that meant she enjoyed what she had just done,
that meant she wanted to keep doing it, and somehow I read a sensation of
power in them, too.
        "Don't we want to make him come?" Shelley asked Carol.
        "Of course we do!  But you have to be able to read the signs so
you know when it's coming."
        There are signs?  All I ever knew was that I went totally rigid, I
stopped breathing momentarily, and my cock exploded.  Signs?
        Carol lowered her face back onto my cock and continued in a slow
blow job.  My body went limp from the pleasure, but sprang rigid again as
my cock spasmed against her ministrations.  "See?  When it twitches, that
means he's getting close.  You try."
        Shelley lowered her face to replace Carol's, and almost
immediately she was rewarded with another spasm.  It was interesting to
see how quickly she had achieved proficiency at giving head in her first
lesson with only a few hints from Carol, and to see how different each
girl's mouth felt despite the fact that they were both using basically the
same technique.  Shelley followed the same pace that Carol had
established, but closed her mouth tighter on my dick.  My eyes were
closed, but I could see her pretty face consuming my pecker.  My dick
spasmed again, a little stronger this time, and Shelley pulled off.  "I
felt him twitch.  How long until he shoots his stuff out?"
        "That depends on how bad you want it!"  Carol grasped my dick and
pushed it forward to my belly, then reached out to fondle my balls.  I
jumped as though I had been hit with a cattle prod.  "Pay attention to
these, too.  When he's getting ready to shoot, they bunch up real tight
against his body."  She looked at Shelley and smiled.  "He likes this,
too..."  Carol bent her head down and started licking my balls while her
hand gently stroked my prick.  Without looking at her, Carol said to
Shelley, "Suck his cock while I do this."  She released my cock and
Shelley grabbed it up again to steer it toward her mouth.  Her eyes blazed
with excitement as she watched my cock pass down along her face, and then
she closed them as my cock passed her lips again.
        At this same time, Carol's mouth resumed it's caresses of my
testicles.  The combined pleasures on my cock and my balls was beyond
anything I could have ever dreamed of!  My hips started jumping off of the
chaise from the ping-pong of pleasures that wracked my entire body.  My
balls must have snugged up close to my body because Carol jumped up and
said, "OK.  He's almost there!"  She grabbed the base of my cock and
stroked as Shelley sucked mercilessly on the rest of it.  Carol pulled her
off of it and sucked it into her own mouth.  She bobbed on just the head a
few times.  I felt like I was hurtling toward a brick wall in a Ferrari
with no brakes!  Carol popped her mouth off of me and said to Shelley,
"The last warning you get before he comes...the head of his thingie grows
real hard real fast.  Here, check it out."
        Shelley immediately dived onto my cock and bobbed on the head just
like Carol had.  The head at the other end of my body began thrashing
about, and I began moaning, "Oh, Jeezus!  OH JEEEZUS!"
        "OK, get ready!" Carol almost shouted.


Subject:      FIRST-TIME POST: COUSIN'S DELIGHT PT 5a
From:         ericshon@aol.com (Eric Shon)

Cousin's Delight
Part 5a
by Eric Shon

"OK, get ready!" Carol almost shouted.  Shelley pulled her face off of my
cock and Carol began to stroke my cock feverishly with one hand while her
other fondled my balls again.  She reached for Shelley's hand and pulled
it to my cock, showing her what to do.  Shelley's hand became a blur as
she saw me writhing in ecstasy from her touch.  I felt the head of my cock
expand under her fingers, and I just went kind of blank.
        "OHHHHMYGODDDD--UUHHH!"  I only heard it, but I know it came from
my mouth right before the biggest load of jism of my life to that point
gushed forth from the purple head of my cock!  It wasn't intentional, but
Shelley had the thing aimed right at my face, and when that first spurt
arced through the air and splattered across my nose, forehead and hair,
Carol and I started giggling, while Shelley continued pumping.  Powerful
gushes continued to spurt forth from my loins, but none as powerful as the
first, and most of the rest of my spunk landed on my chest, the last of it
dribbling down over Shelley's fingers and onto my abdomen.
        Carol giggled some more, then stood up to move to Shelley's other
side.  "Here's something I hadn't thought of."  She kneeled again, this
time beside my chest, and began to lap up the sperm lying on my belly and
chest.  Shelley just watched her, licking her lips.  "Come on.  Have a
taste."
        Shelley stood up walked up to the head of the chaise, and stood
over me, looking into my eyes.  "Thank you for the lesson, J."  She knelt
and kissed me full on the mouth, her tongue probing past my lips and
finding my tongue immediately.  She broke it off quickly, though, leaving
me panting for more, and proceeded to kiss and lick the cum off of my
nose, and forehead.  That was another intense feeling, and her position
gave me perfect access to her perky breasts, their nipples proudly erect
in her excitement.  I reached for them with both hands, and when I found
them, Shelley grunted and fell against me, grinding her chest into my
hands.  She grabbed me by the cheeks and pinned my head
to the cushion and slid her titties up to my mouth.  I squeezed them
together and guided both nipples to my mouth.  Her tits weren't big enough
to get both nips in, but I ping-ponged my mouth between them, only inches
apart, suckling and groaning and mewling enraptured delight.
        Below Shelley, I could still feel Carol's mouth licking my chest,
darting around my nipples.  Her hand began to caress my still rigid penis,
dipping occasionally to my balls.  I felt her lips kiss and nibble their
way back down, and then engulf my cock, sucking the last remaining drops
of cum that didn't get pumped out in my orgasm.  Shelley was still
writhing her breasts around on my face, and then my cock was abandoned.
        "Shelley, we're not done, yet," Carol said, obstructed from my
view.  Shelley raised up off of my face, and I saw Carol standing there,
completely naked, her bikini bottoms dangling from her fingers.  "Take off
your bottoms.  He can do the same for you."
        Shelley looked at Carol wide-eyed, and then at me.  Carol said,
"Come on, sweetie."  She advanced to Shelley and brazenly pulled the
girl's bikini panties down over her thighs and past her knees.  Shelley
nervously stepped out of them.  Her bush was in need of a trim, but it was
still well behaved.  And, from what I could see of it, it was sopping wet!
 At first it seemed like an impulse to cover it up, but when Shelley's
hand touched her pussy, she jumped from the touch, and began frigging
herself gently.
        "J'll stay right where he is, Shel.  You get on the chair and
crawl up 'til your pussy is right over his face.  He'll do the rest."  My
mouth began watering instantly!  All inhibition gone from the girl at the
moment, she straddled my chest and knee-walked her way up toward my face.
I looked up at her as she looked down at me.  Her eyes were aglaze with
wanton passion as they peered into mine past her proud titties and down
her belly.  Her pussy lips brushed my chin, and she threw her head back
into the clear blue Summer sky.  I tilted my head forward and brushed my
lips against hers, and was immediately rewarded with a fresh drool of
pussy juice that soaked my face.  I snaked my tongue out and found wet,
hot, furry flesh.  I reached up and grabbed her ass cheeks and ground my
mouth against her fuzzy mound, my tongue searching for that mysterious
button I had only learned about the night before.  I didn't feel it right
away, but I knew I had hit it because her whole body spasmed so hard my
jaw almost broke!  As she started
working her hips back and forth over my face, I could barely make out her
hands playing over her own breasts.
        Suddenly I felt a hand on my chest, and then pressure on either
side of my belly.  Another hand grabbed my cock, and then my vision went
white as I felt Carol's hot, wet pussy absorb my still hard, still
throbbing cock.  I moaned my pleasure into Shelley's pussy, the vibrations
of which sent her over the top.  Muffled by her thighs, I barely heard her
shudder, gasp, and then almost whisper, "Oh god...I think I'm
gon...AAAAAIIIIIIIEEEEEAAAAAHHHHHH!!"
        Shelley began to buck violently on my nose, tongue, and chin.  I
felt her fingers course through my hair and then clench at the back of my
head.  I looked up and saw her head bent down, her chin on her chest, her
eyes clenched shut, her whole body rocking to the rhythm of her orgasm,
her hips gyrating ruthlessly over my face.  After a few moments she
relaxed, supporting her weight on her hands placed on either side of my
head.  I looked up at her and smiled sheepishly.  I darted my tongue out
to her clit again, and her eyes rolled back into their sockets, and she
licked her lips.
        On the other end, I felt the relative cool of the Summer air
replace the heat of Carol's pussy around my cock.  Shelley's eyes were
closed, so she couldn't register my confusion and disappointment.  Then
Carol came up and spoke softly in her ear, "Why don't you slide down and
lay on top of him and cuddle a little.  He likes the feel of your titties
on his chest.  Shelley opened her eyes and she appeared to me as some of
my friends at school did when they had been off for a toke.  Her eyes were
glassy, and she had this pleasant, satisfied look on her face.  She slowly
slid back down my body, leaving a slippery trail of her cum juices along
my chest.  Carol seemed to be guiding Shelley, and just as her breasts
slid over my face, I felt Carol's hand on my cock again.  This time,
unknown to Shelley, Carol was guiding my cock right into her wet, slippery
pussy! I looked up at Shelley again just in time to see Carol place her
hand on Shelley's shoulder, at the same moment I felt the heat of
Shelley's pussy near and brush the head of my cock.  Shelley's eyes popped
open just as Carol gripped her shoulder, and my cock slipped into her hot
sluice.  It was so wet and slick that there was almost no resistance up
until I hit her maidenhead.  I felt Shelley tense up, but Carol prevailed
and cruelly forced Shelley down onto my rigid tool.  Shelley's eyes bugged
a little, but then a brief smile played across her lips, and I felt a
tight ring squeeze and then give way around my cock deep inside Shelley's
pussy.  I suspected that losing her cherry was not as painful for Shelley
as she had thought it would be.  She lay on my chest a few minutes and
then she began to gently rock to and fro.  In a few short moments Shelley
was fucking my cock with an abandon I would never have suspected her
capable of from seeing her the night before.
        Just as I felt the first tingles of an approaching orgasm, Carol
caressed Shelley's shoulders and said, "OK, Shel, I want some, too."
Shelley stopped sliding herself up and down my cock, looked me in the eye,
and bent down and gave me one of the most memorable, passionate kisses I
have ever had.  She raised her ass into the air and I felt my heavy cock
pop out of her pussy.  Carol grabbed my arm and pulled me up.  She lay on
the chaise and spread her legs wide, looking me right in the eye.
            "OK, you can fuck me now, J."  I knelt on the chaise between
my cousin's legs.  I leaned down and grabbed a tit in one hand while
supporting my weight with the other, and I commenced sucking on the other
tittie.  After a few moments of this I felt a hand caressing my ass, and
then another reaching around and stroking my cock.  I started grinding my
hips into Shelley's hand, but then she started pulling me forward, guiding
me to Carol's pussy!  Shelley climbed onto the chaise behind me and was
resting on her elbows, steering my cock, eager to return the favor Carol
had paid her.  Just as the head of my cock spread Carol's pussy lips,
Shelley reared up and, with both hands on my ass, shoved me into Carol as
hard as she could!
        "OOooff!" both Carol and I grunted, as every bit of my cock
schlopped into her deep, wet pussy.  We all three giggled a bit until
Carol hunched her hips up and back, sending chills up my spine.  I took
her hint and began see-sawing my hips back and forth, driving my cock deep
inside her pussy, and pulling it back out almost all the way.  She wrapped
her arms around my neck and suckled on my ear.  I pinned her to the
cushion with my chest as my hips pounded out their rhythm of passion
against my cousin's virginal vulva.
        Shelley's hands were all over my ass and balls, and Carol's ass
and  pussy.  Every once in a while I felt her grasp my sac for a few
seconds as if weighing my testicles.  Carol lay back and shut her eyes,
her passion coming out in a long moan punctuated by the impact of my
pelvis crashing into hers.  I felt the tingle start somewhere in the
nether regions of my body, and my pace quickened as I began to visualize
emptying myself into my cousin once again.  Very quickly Carol's legs went
up around my waist and pulled me down hard into her.  "Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh,
uh, uh...uh....UH... UUHHHHHOOHHHHYYYEEAAAHHH!!!!"
        I just held myself motionless as Carol, her legs locked around my
waist, rocked her hips violently against me and rode out her orgasm.  As
her strength subsided, I resumed my pistoning, revitalizing that tingle,
and headed for my own orgasm.  I could feel the pressure building.
Suddenly I felt Shelley's hand on my balls again, and she said, "You're
about to come!  Don't come yet!"
        I reluctantly pulled my very stiff cock out of my cousin's pussy
and sat  on the edge of the chaise, figuring I'd let Carol get up, and let
Shelley take her place for the same position.  Instead, Shelley turned her
back to me, put her butt in my face, grabbed a knee in each hand, and
lowered herself to my lap.  She bounced around a bit, but finally found
the head of my dick with her hole, and began stuffing it inside her.  I
leaned back a little to allow her the room to maneuver, but not so far
that I couldn't reach around and rub her breasts, which I did.  The change
in position and sensation on my cock had tamed it a bit, but Shelley's
bouncing up and down, taking the whole of my cock into her pussy with each
downward thrust was quickly building up the pressure again!
        Shelley reached between her legs and fondled my balls again, and
this time said, "Carol!  He's gonna come!  Help me make him come again!"
With that, Shelley slid up off of my dick, the tightness of her young
pussy actually making a popping noise when her lips cleared the head!  She
twirled around and dropped to her knees, immediately dropping her face to
my lap and engulfing my cock.  Carol, smiling, simply reached down and
massaged my balls.  Shelley's technique was already as good as Carol's
despite that she had literally half Carol's experience!  As her head
bobbed up and down, I could feel her tongue whirring away at the underside
of my dick, taking extra special care to diddle the sensitive ridge right
at the rim where the "helmet" comes to a point.  The girl didn't miss a
word of what Carol told her!
        I felt my balls as they clenched up close to my body, and my hands
involuntarily went to the back of Shelley's head and massaged her hair as
I pumped my cock up into her hot mouth.  Carol sat down next to me, legs
off to the side of the chaise, still fondling my balls with one hand, the
other pulling my head down to suck on her firm little breasts.
        My orgasm began as a long tensing of the lower half of my body.  I
moaned into Carol's chest as my legs flexed open.  I gripped the back of
Shelley's head by the hair, almost certain I was causing her pain that I
did not wish to inflict.  Suddenly the head of my cock expanded inside
Shelley's mouth to what felt like twice its normal size.  I grunted loudly
into Carol's chest and started to pull away, but she wrapped her arms
around my head and buried my face deeper into her breasts.  I screamed
into her as the first gush burst forth from my cock and emptied into
Shelley's mouth.  I looked at her face as it splashed against her throat.
Her eyes were wide as she tried to swallow the hot broth, and then they
squinted shut as the next spurt hit, and then the next, and the next.  She
instinctively pulled back to allow more space in her mouth for cum, but
then her lips were directly caressing the super-sensitive ridge on the
underside of my cock, which intensified the pleasure a hundredfold, and
just as the last dribble of cum oozed onto her tongue, the renewed
sensation, and the highly erotic occasion caused another orgasm, not near
as much semen, just a few dribbles, but certainly as intense as the first
one, but so sudden and unexpected, and GOOD, that tears welled up in my
eyes and I nearly started sobbing from pleasure!
        With a groan I collapsed back onto the chaise.  Carol fell back
with me.  Shelley, with her chin covered in saliva and my jism, continued
to suck on my penis.  It was still hard, but it didn't have the same angry
red hue to it like it does BEFORE orgasm.  But she sucked on it good and
hard for a while.
        After we regained our strength we all took a dip in the pool to
rinse the cum and sweat from our bodies, only to go at it again on the
beach towels on the grass.  Soon after, Bethy and Tina came home from
shopping, so we just sort of hung around the house with these stupid grins
on our faces all afternoon.
        That evening Carol got permission to let Shelley spend the night,
and after coming out individually to the living room where I was bunked to
tease me several times, Carol finally sneaked me into her room where we
all three pleasured each other again.  I thought I was dead when we heard
a knock on the door.  It was Uncle Don telling the girls to knock off the
giggling.  It's a good thing he didn't realize the giggling was caused by
his nephew tonguing their pussies on his daughter's bed!
        The rest of the week all the kids stayed home to play in the pool,
and Shelley had to stay at home, so nothing more happened other than Carol
coming out of her room at night and visiting me in my hide-a-bed, or
taking me (literally!) outside.
        That Friday I went back to the golf course with Uncle Don, and he
showed me a few pointers for the game, but my mind was on a different sort
of club, and a different sort of hole, so, needless to say, I never
learned the game of golf that Summer.
        My parents arrived that Saturday afternoon, spent the night in the
hide-a-bed, exiling me to the floor.  The next morning we all splashed
around in the pool.  I cringed when my Mom laid out on the very same
chaise lounge where her son and her niece had fucked on several occasions,
and initiated an innocent girl to the joys of carnal pleasure.  The same
afternoon we headed back home, Bethy, Tyler, and me, with our parents.

        The next Summer at the picnic I learned that Carol was going out
with a boy from her school, and that they seemed pretty serious...as
serious as 15 year-olds can be.  Regardless, she didn't seem to be
interested in me like she had been the years before.  She did seem to have
a twinkle in her eye, the recognition of what we had done for each other
one year earlier.
        The year after that I had a girlfriend of my own, and we were
pretty serious.  As a matter of fact we went off to the same college and
lived together from sophomore year until a few months after graduation,
talking marriage the entire time.
        With careers and marriage, Carol and I have wound up on opposite
sides of the country from each other, and we haven't so much as sent a
Christmas card since the second year after we discovered sex together.  I
stopped going to the family picnics when I started college...it was just
too much effort to get to Lake Wetauga from school (I worked my Summers
in the tech lab), and it just became too painful for the families after
Aunt Linda died.  But recently, Dad announced that he wanted to do it
again for old times sake.  Uncle Don said he'd be there with his new wife,
and the girls said they'd come along to help introduce her to the family.
My wife's busy with her dissertation this Summer, so she wants me out of
the house for a while, so I'll go to Lake Wetauga.
        Yeah.  For old times sake.




Author: Eric Shon <ericshon@aol.com>
-- CJ
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