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   Part 5.....

   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 by 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.  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.



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