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(MF, inc, rom) *** I'm putting the date down for this accomplishment. Friday, April 14, 2006, I got a hold of my 24 year old cousin Dusty. We were at a family cookout about 20 miles from my house, at the home of another cousin. There must have been about 40 of us there. Most folks were drinking. The bar had everything you could imagine, free of charge. Plenty of food and plenty of women present. It started getting dark around 7:45 and everybody had drank a good bit by then. Dusty and my older cousins slipped around the house to smoke a joint. They came back all giddy. I had been plying down the Jack Daniels and cranberry juice, then started drinking Budweiser. As we're playing cards, Spades to be exact, Dusty becomes my partner, sitting across from me in a dress so short she had to keep her feet flat on the deck and place her hand in her lap to push the center of it down. Dusty is 5'5", really cute, short curly hair that comes right over her ears. She weighs about 130, 140 pounds, I would guess. She is cocoa brown and has medium-sized, firm breasts and a nice standout butt. She has really athletic legs and thighs. And Saturday, she was righteous, wearing a short white, floppy dress whose hemline bounced close to her butt when she walked, and it seemed it would reveal everything when the wind blew it. Top it off with red spiked heel shoes. We're all drinking, talking shit, laughing, listening to loud music. Some folks danced, some played dominoes and some talked. I was giving Dusty the eye and she knew it. Dusty crossed her legs and I saw the crotch of her white THONGS! I kept looking and she kept crossing and uncrossing, trying to hide it I guessed. When the card game ended, Dusty sat on a high bar stool, about a foot away from me. Everyone else was taking a break to eat before resuming cards. "Damn Johnny. You act like you're trying to look under my dress. Every time I look up, you're staring between my legs. What's with that?" Dusty asked. "Maybe I want some dessert. Maybe I want to eat the sweetest piece of pie around here," I told Dusty as she gasped, dropping her jaw in disbelief. "Johnny, I can't believe you said that," Dusty said, placing her hands over her face. "Damn Johnny! I'm your little cousin and you're talking to me like I'm some whore on the street or some bitch in the nightclub. Damn! You don't need anything else to drink. You need to stop now before I tell my mom." "I know Dusty. And I want my little cousin so much I just want to eat that thing for you. I can taste it now, sweet," I said. "You need some mental help. You're crazy talking that way to your cousin? That's sick!" Dusty said. Everybody else returned to the back yard and the dominoes and card games started up again. Dusty asked my cousin Andre, who was hosting the party to get her a drink, Crown Royal and Coca-Cola. I got up and headed him off in the kitchen since he was also serving food, helping to cook and running kids out of the house who were being destructive. I poured a stiff charge of whiskey into the cup and topped it off with soda. I went back out and passed it to Dusty. She remarked that it was strong. My cousins Sheila, Jennifer and Angela said they were stepping to the side of the house to smoke another joint. Dusty joined them again. A few minutes later, Dusty was back, eyes red and glazed over and she was chugging down that whiskey. I whispered to Andre to bring her another one, pretty strong like that one. We played about three more hands of cards when Dusty said she was so high if she didn't get home soon, she'd fall out. She wasn't high enough to require someone to take her home. But since she lived about a mile away from me in a luxury condominium where it's probably 50 percent black residents and 50 percent white, I said I'd follow her home to make sure she got there OK. I gave my hugs and handshakes to kinfolks and thanked Andre and his wife for having us all over. Andre insisted I take a fifth of whiskey with me and a 12 pack of beer. There must have been 20 fifths there and 10 cases of beer for only 50 people. As Dusty got into her car, a Chevrolet Tahoe, I opened the door for her and stood there. I knew she had to open her legs pretty wide to step in and like clockwork, she did it! "Dusty please, let me lick that thing. That's all I want to do. I won't even think of putting my dick inside it. I want to suck your pussy until you tell me to stop, please?" I said. "Man, I told you quit. I ain't down with the mental illness thing. Why don't you go home and do that to your wife? Maybe she'll enjoy it," Dusty said as she closed the door. "That's some freak ass shit you're talking." I made a last plea. "Dusty, please. Other folks have done that before, had sex with their cousins," I said. "You're full of shit. I told you, I ain't down with the mentally ill folks of our society," Dusty said. I convinced her to let me come by and I'd show her a Web site that showed the stories. She agreed. When we got to her house, she logged onto AOL. I went to Google and then to Kristen Archives. I pulled up the first story. She read it. Then the second story, we read it. Then the third story. Dusty's nipples were showing well beneath her dress now. I was leaning on the arm of her chair, crouched on my knees viewing the screen with her and stealing looks at her legs. We had been reading for about 15 minutes now. "Wow. This is some weird shit!" Dusty said as she sat back grinning. "This is fiction. You can't believe something so crazy." "I ain't trying to believe it. I'm trying to get me and you to write our story tonight. Our little secret that no one – I mean not a soul will ever know except you and me." Dusty spun the chair around, her crotch now no more than the length of her thigh from my face and her legs slightly parted. I stared at the small white triangle I could see and before she could move to get up, I leaned forward gripping her thighs and parting them, and kissed her square on the wet crotch of her panties, then used my left forefinger to quickly pull aside the crotch of the thongs and stick my tongue into her wet, slippery and salty tasting pussy. "No! Stop!" Dusty said, as she hit me three times quickly on the back of the head. I started wiggling my tongue and Dusty stopped striking me. Now she was wiggling her ass, making grunting sounds like "hmmph. Uuujm, hmmm. Umm, hmmm." Dusty's breathing got heavy and she scooted down in the chair, resting her ass on the edge of it. I couldn't get at her right like this though. So I rose to my feet, picked her up and walked a few steps and laid her on the couch. I removed the straps to her dress and pulled off her bra. I sucked her titties as soon as they popped free. I could taste sweat on the ends of the nipples which were already hard. Little teeny, tiny nipples that looked like they were a little larger than.22 caliber bullets. I returned to her bottom, pulling off the thong and laid down on the foot of the couch, laying my face into her crotch, starting to lick and suck her slightly haired pussy. Dusty was the first young thing I had been with since I was 30 years old. I had forgotten about how small, delicate and soft smelling her vagina would be. It seemed I had to dig my tongue into her flesh to find the clitoris. There were no large lips to suck, just delicate small ones that were full of nerve endings. She writhed back and forth, moaning, tossing her head back and forth, moving her hips and butt in perfect motions like a dance, causing my head and face to move the same way to keep my tongue attached to her and my lips upon her. Her juices were plentiful. It was like I was licking the white of eggs mixed with olive oil it was so slippery and slick. After about 15 minutes, Dusty screamed loudly. "Oooh cousin. Ohhh baby. You're making me crazy about you. Oooh… I've never…..Ooooh, I never……Oh baby yes! Yes baby! It's your pussy baby. It feels so good," she yelled loudly as she rocked off yet another orgasm, sucking in her belly, breathing as if she were experiencing the labors of delivering a child. Her juices now coated my face and mouth. My hands beneath her ass were failing to keep their grips, as the brown leather sofa had become slippery as well from her juice. I raised up, my dick standing before me like the staff of a past Egyptian King. Instead of fucking her here and further messing up the couch whose leather had turned dark beneath her where the juices had flowed, I chose to take her to the bedroom. I reached down to pick up Dusty and she gladly placed her arms around my neck as I lifted her. She kissed me, pushing tongue into my mouth, sucking my tongue, nibbling at my lips. A few seconds later, I laid the brown skinned woman, my cousin, onto her queen size bed. I hovered over her kissing as she continued to hold onto my neck. I pulled back the covers releasing the smell of freshly washed linen. Dusty got beneath the heavy comforter and pulled my arm, forcing me into the bed beside her. We kissed again as she grabbed at my long dick, softly saying with dreamy eyes, "It's so big. Don't hurt me cousin." "I won't baby," I said as I scooted down in the bed to again taste this young, hot and unspoiled pussy. I licked her and sucked her again for what seemed like hours, but was only 15 minutes. She kept cumming and cumming. Then I rose and laid on her, pushing my dick ever so slowly into her wet wonderful smelling pussy. The edge of the blinds allowed a streak of light inside from the parking lot. I looked into Dusty's dreamy eyes as she smiled, grabbing me beneath the shoulders, rolling her tight and tender young ass to meet my constant and slow entry and exit into her body. Dusty closed her eyes, every now and then opening them slightly enough to see me, then smile and kiss me. After about three of four minutes, she was cumming again and really started fucking hard up and down, side to side. "Ooooh cousin. Do you like it? Is it good to you too?" she asked. I was fucking hard, trying not to cum she was so hot and I said sort of muffled, 'Uuuhm, hmm.' Now Dusty wrapped her legs around my ass and was pulling me in and out pretty fast. She hollered – not moaned, but hollered, "Ohhh. Yes! Yes! Yes! Fuck me cousin, fuck me dammit!" I couldn't hold out. The young pussy was too hot and tender and drew my seed into her. Dusty's body shook as I expelled that seed into her. We kissed and laid there, staring in each other's eyes for the longest, eventually nodding off to sleep. After an hour, I awoke, kissing Dusty on the face and kneeling down again between her lips to eat her young, sweet tasting pussy. She woke up calling my name. I ate her pussy again and again and we made love again – notice, "made love," not fucked. We've got a really special thing going. We have a CD compilation of music that's ours to commemorate that night. It has on it Luther Vandross' "Still in Love," The Isley Brothers' "For the Love of You," and "Sensually," Arnold Lindsay's "My Name is The Blues" and "Just Like Cinderella," Patti Labelle's "Somebody Love You Baby," and Bobby Womack's "That's The Way I Feel About You," and "If Loving You is Wrong." She can fuck all night listening to those songs going on and on in a loop. Sometimes they play for hours at a time. And I ain't never listened to some of the music until me and Dusty got together that night. And in secret, I call Dusty "Cinderella," because the song makes me think of how we've been living since we first got together. We can play it off in the daytime as close cousins. But at night, damn if I don't want to think of her as Cinderella. Now I understand why older guys leave their wives, their children and their entire families to settle out with a young broad. Ain't nothing like a fresh, tight and hot young pussy to make a man feel like he's never felt. I don't know what the future holds for me and Dusty. But I know whatever it takes for me and Dusty to be together, I am willing to do. I have had women. I have had good ones. But something about this girl's sex, her love making that runs me crazy. She said she's willing to take part in a threesome when I find the right white woman. END * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than a trusted partner. You only have one body per lifetime, so take good care of it! * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Kristen's collection - Directory 44