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Thank you for your consideration. -------------------------------------------------------- Cousin Love Nobo Cuogh (No Address) Part 5 Driving along the back road to pick up the twins, I was glad I had left early. They wouldn't be finished with their practice for another half hour or so, and the extra time alone was a relief. I needed to think. This house sitting job was going way beyond my wildest dreams, and I knew I could screw Lisa that night if I was gentle with her and didn't rush things. The words "rush" and "gentle" didn't seem to be in the twin's vocabulary, however. They had been teasers for two days, and they really seemed to want it bad, even begging to be fucked. And I couldn't wait to see what sort of "nature video" little Kim would produce. God, I thought, in two days I had become a real pervert! Here I was, seventeen years old, and hoping that my little nine year old cousin would put on a show for me on camera. She said she played with herself all the time, and would probably demonstrate that as well, and all because I wouldn't let her do it in front of me. No, it can't be; she wouldn't really pose nude in a video. I'm just imagining things. As I turned a corner, I was jolted back to reality when suddenly a bike appeared right in front of me. I quickly veered the car in a re-flex action, glad that there was hardly any traffic on the back coun-try road. The bike rider heard the screech of my tires and tried to avoid the car by darting to the shoulder, but skidded on the gravel and fell. I regained control of the car and pulled off to the side of the road to check on the fallen rider. A young girl lay beside the bike gripping her knee in pain. It was Lisa's friend Jenny! "Oh my God, Jenny, are you alright?" I asked. "I didn't see you until it was too late." "Tim, it's you!" she shouted excitedly, momentarily forgetting her pain. "Yeah, I think I'm OK." "Here, let me have a look," I said. "Let's get you out of the road. Hold on to me and we'll go over to that grassy spot over there." I helped her to her feet, and she hobbled along at my side with her arm around my shoulder. We ended at a small clearing about 20 yards from the deserted country road, and I let her down carefully on the grass. Jenny was wearing cutoff jeans and a bright tie-dyed tee shirt. She looked so helpless there, gripping her right leg. "I'm sorry, Jenny," I said, "but my mind wasn't on the road, and with that blind corner and all..." "Don't worry about it, Tim," she interrupted, "it's O.K. My leg is starting to feel a little better now." "Let me massage your knee to make the pain go away," I said, reach-ing down with both hands to sooth her right leg. Jenny lay back flat on the grass with her arms at her sides, allowing my hands to knead her firm young leg. My hands rode up past her knee to exert a gentle pressure up higher, and my right hand went to her sensitive inner thigh, just inches from the bottom of her cutoffs. I was glad that her leg was feeling better, and I began to feel quite a bit better as well. "Hmmm, that's nice," she purred. Still feeling her supple flesh and grazing the denim of her shorts with my index finger, I told her, "Hey, Jenny, thanks for setting up Lisa so I could sneak a peek at her." "No problem. I thought you should see how grown up she is." Jenny replied. "She really likes you, but she's afraid you don't like her because she's only twelve. But at least she has a body, not like me." "Oh, come on, Jenny," I reassured her, "I think you have a very sexy body too." "You think so?" she asked hopefully, looking straight at me with a longing gaze. "Oh, yeah," I continued, "your legs, well, they fee- look really, uh, nice." She smiled in reaction to my complement. Then a thoughtful pause preceded her next words. "You know, I think I hurt my bottom when I fell. Would you rub it too?" Without waiting for my response, she hurriedly rolled over on her stomach. I couldn't resist, knowing I was beginning to get Jenny turned on with my touch. "How's this?" I asked, fondling her tiny tight buns. "Ohhh, Tim, that feels sooo good," she moaned, beginning to squirm in pleasure under my hands. I kept up the "therapeutic" massage, in-creasing the pressure, squeezing her ass. It was so petite that each hand could easily encompass her matching cheeks, and I moved my thumbs together between her thighs, firmly pushing against her crotch. Jenny rocked slowly with each squeeze, spreading her thighs further apart and raising her pelvis off the grass. She was burning up now, judging by the heat radiating from her pussy. Her tee shirt rose up a bit, and I could see those faint dimples on her lower back, just above each cheek. "Gosh, Tim, I think you're wonderful." she said softly. "Umm, I mean, you're being so nice to me, and I sort of, uh, like you too. Please don't tell Lisa I told you, though. She'd have a fit. She is my best friend, after all." "Don't worry, Jenny," I reassured her, "this will be our little secret. Hey, you were the one who gave me the chance to look at her nude. She does look grown up now, but...is she really? I mean, do ya think she'd wanna DO anything...ya know?" It was easier for both of us to speak freely with her facing down, avoiding eye contact. I gave an extra push with my thumbs along her denim covered crotch after my last question. She let out a gasp of air and actually pushed back at me! "Well, she likes you a lot, but," she replied, pausing briefly, "I don't think she'd do everything." "What do you mean?" I asked. "She got really grossed out by one thing we read about in a book... I'd do it, though. It sounds naughty, but boys like it a lot, I bet." Having listened to their phone conversation, I knew exactly what that "one thing" was, and there was no question that THIS boy would like it. I had to try! I became focused on the idea of this hot twelve year old girl's lips around my cock. "Hey Jenny," I whispered, "tell me about it. What would you do that Lisa wouldn't?" "If you promise not to tell Lisa," Jenny responded cautiously, "I'll... well, I'll show you, if you want me to. But I've never done it before, so if you could, sorta, tell me if I'm doin' it right, I'll try it if you want. I'll suck on your p-penis." "Oh, wow, Jenny! Would you really? I'd love it if you would, since Lisa's too afraid." She had sounded so proud that she would do some-thing that her more developed friend wouldn't do, that I added the last remark as encouragement. "OK, but don't laugh at me if I don't do it right," she said, turn-ing around, sitting upright facing me. Of course I had only seen it done in my video-not being the best judge, but I wasn't about to let her know this. We hadn't even kissed yet. Hell, I didn't even know her last name! But I wanted it so badly, I quickly unzipped my shorts, fumbling to pull my erect cock through the flap of my jockey underwear. Her eyes widened in awe at the sight of my reddened, hard dick springing out just inches in front of her face, as I knelt close to her. "Just hold it with your hand here," I instructed her, wrapping her tiny fingers around the base of my cock, "a little tighter, and move your hand up and down like this." My hand was guiding hers up and down the base of my cock. It was great to be the teacher to this eager student. "Now move your head closer, and lick the tip. Yesss, like that!" I wished I had a camera, because Jenny's fresh young face licking my dick was ten times better looking than the sluts in the video. "Now open your mouth and suck on it up and down, while moving your hand too. Try to get as much of it in your mouth as you can manage, Jenny, ahhh, yeah, back and forth, OUCH! Hey Jenny, try not to scrape me with your teeth, OK?" Taking my cock out of her sucking mouth for a second, she looked up apologetically, saying, "I'm sorry, Tim, I'll try not to... But, d-do you like it? Am I doin' it OK? Does it feel right?" "Oh, God, yes Jenny. You're doing it great!" Gaining in confidence and engrossed with the sight and feeling of my dick moving slowly in and out of her gripping mouth, I reached my hands around her head and pushed it toward me on each stroke. She responded instinctively, in-creasing the pace and sucking harder, letting out little grunting noises when the back of her throat welcomed my cock on every thrust. "Ugghh, Uhh, Ugghh, Jenny, YES, I'm gonna... y-you don't h-have to take my cum in your mouth, if..." She was consumed with the naughty passion of the moment, however, refusing to stop her wonderful suction. She opened her eyes to mine and just nodded her head, yes, to my concerned warning. "OOhhh, Jennyyyy, you're great, ugghh, here it comes! Oh, yeah!" My cock was erupting deep in her mouth now, and she began to gag a little, but still kept up her new found skill, wanting to do it right-all of it. Because I had cum over Terri just a few hours before, the volume of my jism was mercifully conservative. Some of it slid out of the corner of her lips, down the length of my cock. After several more forceful thrusts I finished, withdrawing my shrinking tool from her still gripping mouth. I could see her throat muscles moving as she tried to swallow my juice, but her gag reflex took control. Jenny looked a little frightened and embarrassed as she turned to the side to spit out the rest. Reaching down, I cradled her in a hug filled with warmth and gra-titude. "God, Jenny, that was great, really! I'm glad you weren't too scared to do it." "Thank you, Tim, it was neat! Except maybe for the last part, you know," she replied, staring into my eyes, enjoying their half-closed contentment. "But, please, you promised not to tell Lisa. She'd hate me if she knew. I just had to see what it was like." "I know, Jenny, I swear I won't tell," I said, feeling strangely pleased that I was the one promising not to "tell." I stood up, lifting her along with me, saying, "I have to pick up the twins now. Are you sure your leg is OK to ride?" "I feel a lot better...now," she giggled back at me mischievously. "Do you think we could, um, meet here again sometime? I want to try other things too! Please, Tim?" "I'd LOVE to, Jenny," I quickly responded enthusiastically, unable to believe my good fortune. "How about next week, same time, before I pick up the twins." "Yeah," she said, "I want you to teach me everything," emphasizing her last word excitedly with a naughty, little girl smile. "It would be my pleasure-and your's too, Jenny!" We both laughed at my feeble attempt at humor, waving goodby like old friends. On the way to the recreation field, I heard myself repeating over and over like a mantra, "I got my first blow job, I got my first blow job,..." I also had to admit that it was even more exciting coming from a sweet young twelve year old girl. Two days surrounded by sexy and teasing preteen girls, together with my own pent up horniness, had turned my mind inside out. I knew now that I wanted them all, even little Kimmy! A lust-crazed demon had taken possession of my facul- ties, and my cock was its willing servant. I had to act out a display of disapproving anger at the twins for putting on that game of show-and-tell for their friends. Actually, I had become rather turned on thinking about those innocent young girls staring eagerly at my cum on Terri's cute little tummy. After giving them a stern look, I ordered Terri into the back seat and Sue up front to separate them as a kind of punishment. I told them what kind of trouble they'd be in if they or their friends told anyone else what happened, knowing full well that I would be the one up shit's creek if the story got out. "But we just showed our closest friends, Tim," Sue said apologetically next to me, "you know, the girls who are coming over Wednesday." "I'm not so sure there's gonna be a swim party Wednesday. Look, I don't think I can trust you girls to act mature enough," I told her, knowing I would probably be nominated for an Oscar if this were a movie. "Oh, come on Tim, that isn't fair," Terri whined annoyingly, hanging over my head rest. "Terri, lie down on the back seat and be quiet! I don't want to hear anything more from you," I scolded her. "Oh, pooh," she pouted, lying down out of sight obediently. Sue looked over at me and softly said, "We really are sorry, Tim, we'll be good from now on." Little did she know that the phrase, "we'll be good," meant something entirely different to my ears. I was hoping that both of them really would be "good!" I figured this would be a great opportunity to send them to their room early tonight, leaving me more time with their older sister. "Well, we'll see if you two can live up to that promise. Tonight I want you both in bed by nine, and if I catch you outside your room, the pool party is off." "OK, Tim, we'll do it, but please don't be mad," Sue said, looking like a lost puppy. "Now, now, don't look so sad, I forgive you," I said, reaching out my right hand to pat her leg. The patting soon stopped, and I left my hand there, caressing that firm flesh further up under her cheerleader skirt. She looked down at my disappearing hand quizzically, then back at my leering face. I quickly lifted my left hand from the steering wheel, crossing my forefinger across my lips in the universal sign of `quiet.' She grasped my meaning immediately, looking over at her sister in the back seat. Terri was still pouting, facing away from us. I slowly slid my hand down the front of Sue's panties and began to stroke her clit. She didn't give away anything, showing me how she could in fact keep a secret, even from her twin sister. There was just a sign of her hips rocking in tempo with my hand, as her pussy began to moisten. I reached down further, bending my middle finger to gain ac-cess to her warm and slippery cunt hole. For the rest of the ten minute drive back to the house, I finger fucked her, gently at first. Then I began thrusting harder and deeper, exerting pressure with my upper palm down upon her clit. She scrunched down lower in the seat, edging nearer to me, giving me better access. Then she actually gripped my wrist with both of her tiny hands, pushing my finger in further with each stroke, holding her eyes closed. As we neared the driveway, she suddenly forced my hand down very hard several times, raising her hips off the seat. Her face was screwed into the tell-tale signs of orgasmic pleasure, pursing her lips tightly, not allowing even a gasp to escape. Continued in part 6... ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author does not condone the described behavior in real life in anyway shape or form. Anyone tempted to act out any of the scenarios in this story; should seriously consider seeking professional help. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Kristen's collection - Directory 1