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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 notice 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 don'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!"  

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