("`-''-/").___..--''"`-._ `6_ 6 ) `-. ( ).`-.__.`) (_Y_.)' ._ ) `._ `. ``-..-' _..`--'_..-_/ /--'_.' ,' (((' (((-((('' (((( K R I S T E N' S C O L L E C T I O N _________________________________________ WARNING! This text file contains sexually explicit material. If you do not wish to read this type of literature, or you are under age, PLEASE DELETE THIS FILE NOW!!!! _________________________________________ Scroll down to view text -------------------------------------------------------- This work is copyrighted to the author © 2008. Please don't remove the author information or make any changes to this story. All rights reserved. Thank you for your consideration. -------------------------------------------------------- Cumming With Cousin Karl By Anonymous (address withheld) *** Donna has had a crush on her cousin Karl for years, and she's dying to lose her virginity. When she discovers that he's been borrowing her used panties, she decides to seduce him. The next day she leaves him a freshly worn pair with a note inviting him to come to her room that evening. (M/F-teen, inc, 1st) *** As I peered through the window of the bathroom between the almost-closed drapes, I could see Karl’s beautiful naked body as he prepared to shower. His brown hair framed his sculpted face, and brown curls were growing on his muscular chest. There was a line growing down his flat stomach, burying itself in this thick crop of pubic hair. And from that brown jungle, half-hard and handsome, emerged the biggest, fattest, smoothest, stiffest, most beautiful cock I’d ever seen. It was a memorable summer. I was home from boarding school and my 21-year-old cousin was living with us while he worked for Dad. I’d had a crush on Karl for years but never dared hope he might feel something for me. Until the first time I peeked in on him. I had been shopping with my friend, Sherry, and had come home early in the afternoon to what I thought would be an empty house. I was walking down the hall to my room when I heard a noise coming from Karl’s room. Curious, I peeked in the door, which was open a few inches. There, sprawled naked on his bed, was Karl. My mouth dropped open when I saw that he was stroking a huge erection with his right hand. I was even more surprised to see that he was holding a pair of panties in his left hand, inhaling the crotch- smell as he pumped his wang. The panties were mine! I’d worn them the day before and had dropped them into the laundry chute: now my cousin was whacking off while he sniffed my pussy smells. Though I’d never fucked or been intimate with a guy before then, I knew what was what. I’d lost my cherry to a roomie at school who had a dildo and a craving to use it. But this was the first flesh and blood dong I’d ever seen and I instantly knew I’d never want anything more than to be pronged by a man. My pussy was juicing at the sight of Karl pulling his cock and my cunt buzzed with want. My hand went into my panties to try and cool the itch in my pussy. I watched Karl’s fist-sized sack tighten up, the balls rising as his hand stroked faster. Then a thick white stream of sperm shot from the head, arching high and then landing on his heaving belly. Spurt followed spurt as Karl snuffed into my panties. I came, too, biting my hand to keep from screaming, my knees shaking as I leaned against the door frame. I managed to stagger to my room before Karl came out to go to the bathroom. Closing my door, I formulated the plan for Karl’s seduction as I strummed my clit to orgasm after gut- wrenching orgasm. So I stood outside the bathroom window. Mom and Dad were playing bridge and wouldn’t be home until late. Karl took off his robe, revealing his strong body and thick meat, and spotted the panties I’d laid next to the sink. Freshly worn -- I’d masturbated all day into those things -— they were sopping and Karl’s eyes lit up in delight. Then he looked puzzled, wondering, no doubt how they’d gotten there. He picked them up and saw, beneath them, the note I’d written. "Dear Karl, there’s a lot more where this came from. But I want some loving, too. Come to my room at nine. Expectantly, Donna." His dick was up good and hard by the time he’d read my note and sniffed my aroma. I could tell he wanted to cum, but he didn’t want to blow his wad, so he got in the shower (cold, I’ll bet) and I hurried to get inside my room and get ready. At 8:59 I was dressed in a short nightie, in bed, covered only by a sheet. Candles illuminated my bed room. 9:00. Shit, he’s gone, I thought. He’ll show the note to my folks: they’ll call me a slutty little tramp and kick me out on my... A soft, hesitant knock. "Come in," I said amazed at how calm I sounded. Slowly the door opened and I saw Karl silhouetted in the entrance way. "Come on in and close the door," I said breathily. He did. In the light of the candles I saw that Karl was wearing his red robe. "You wanted to see me for something?" Karl asked, knowing damn well what I wanted. What we both wanted. I threw back the sheet, revealing my skimpily clad form and my long legs. "Do you really think I’m sexy, Karl?" I cooed. His robe was tenting at his crotch, so I knew how he felt. I moved one of my legs, let ting my toes caress his growing pole through the material. "Let me see your cock, Karl." My cousin opened his robe. It looked even bigger than it had when I’d watched him jack it. He walked toward the head of my bed, his dick swaying, casting long bouncing shadows over my sheets. Now, only inches away, I could see he was huge. The head was almost purple and as big as a plum. The long thick trunk was covered with veins, which throbbed with his excitement and caused his pole to dance in the air. His balls were held in a nutsack the size of an apple. I reached up and held that hot, hard bar of flesh. It was alive and beautiful and I had to have it. "Fuck me, Karl." I hurriedly pulled my nightie off and Karl shrugged off his robe. I opened my legs and drew my handsome cousin to me, aching to have him fill me up. I stuck two fingers into my sopping snatch and held them to his face. "I’m ready," I said as he sniffed then licked my fingers clean. I guided his knob to my opening and held onto his hips. "Fuck my pussy, Karl," I pleaded. He eased his prong into me, the head stretching my cunt wider than any old fake cock ever had. I pulled him into me, welcoming his warmth and clean male scent. Our breathing was erratic, coming in gasps, both of us thrilled at what we were doing -— at the pleasure and the naughtiness. Karl’s cock was mine. His pubes meshed with mine, his thighs pressed my ass cheeks, my legs encircled his waist. We were one. His flesh filled me, touched my womb, pleased me as I’d never before been pleased. His pubic bone mashed against my throbbing cut and I just knew it was right. "Oh, God, Donna," Karl breathed into my ear. "So tight. I love it." I raised my hips, Karl pulled his cock out, then returned it. We were fucking! I was a virgin no more. Fucking a man. How marvelous! And my own handsome cousin. How wicked! Our privates smacked wetly and I rapidly climbed to my cum, shaking as I bit into Karl’s shoulder when I reached my peak. Oh, it was the best ever! Every sensation in my body zeroed in on my cunt and clit. Karl pulled out, leaving me empty and wanting. "Gotta come," he gasped. But he got control and held off. That prong was glistening in the golden candle light like raw meat waiting to be devoured. And I knew how to do it. I leaned forward, pushing Karl onto his back and grabbed his rod. I stuck out my tongue and traced the ridge of his smooth cockhead. I loved the feel of him and wanted more so I opened my mouth and let the head glide between my lips and over my tongue. The musky smell of his crotch filled my nostrils as his meat filled my mouth. I tasted the tang of my juices and savored the flavor of male flesh: felt its steely hardness. Delicious! The head touched the back of my throat and still half his dick was outside my mouth. I wanted to see his cock spurt, a sight I’d only seen from a distance, so I pulled his dick from my mouth and, using both hands, jerked him off. As Karl fucked my fists, I felt his prick get hotter and harder. Then Karl convulsed as he spewed his cream right into my wide-eyed face. Like a geyser, he shot fountains of hot goo, splattering my cheeks and nose and lips. My tongue swabbed the syrup off my lips. Salty, heady, and oh so good! I latched my mouth to his cockhead and sucked him dry, then wiped his cream from my face and licked my fingers clean. Karl spent the rest of the summer teaching me about sex. Even after I started back to college, Karl and I would fuck: he’d come up to my school on weekends and whenever I came home for a holiday, we’d spend as much time as we could making each other cum. Now that I’ve graduated and am working in the same city where Karl does, we get together and fuck with the same fervor as when we were younger. In fact, times being more permissive, we’re thinking of living together, maybe even getting married. I’m as devoted as ever to Karl and his cock. END ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author does not condone the described behavior in real life. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Kristen's collection - Directory 55