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This includes specifically (but not limited to) reading on if you are
under 18- 21 in some localities If you are underage you must leave
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straight story. You act like this and people will look at you strange
and give you a wide berth. Also, don't try this at home. Some of this
stuff is just plain wrong, most of it is unsafe in the present viral
climate and some of it doesn't work in this universe. They are stories.
They deal with ideas, fantasies and thoughts that might not even be
pleasant in real life. Thoughts are like that. Fantasies are there so we
can toy with the sensations without feeling or inflicting the pain,
despair or humiliation. End Sermon.
Growing Pains
Debbie had taken my virginity when I was 15. She was a year
older and claimed to have been having sex since she was 13. I was in no
position to doubt her. I was just turned 15 and feared I would have sex
when I was 30.
She was also Uncle Bill's and that made her cousin
Debbie. We went to different schools, but we only lived about 10
minutes apart. Dad and Bill did a lot of stuff together and that meant
Debbie and I saw a lot of each other. That included prepubescent
games of doctor and watch each other piss.
The boy-girl thing became strained for a while, but by the time I
was 13 and she was 14, we were beginning to see each other as viable
playmates again. We were pretty shy about the real sex stuff for a while,
but she did let me feel up her budding under her bra and
everything and stuff like that. But we never went through the
sticky-finger games of mutual masturbation and we didn't show each
other our sex parts anymore.
It popped up all of a sudden, it seemed to me. And I recall it
starting with Debbie being argumentative. I think that was because she
was nervous, but she doesn't even admit she started an argument.
Whatever, we ended up arguing about who was chicken and
who could do what and who was scared. I know she dared me to pull
down my pants. It was a kiddie dare, but we both knew that wasn't the
real dare. If I showed her my dick, she'd have to do something more or
lose. We both knew that would mean 'going all the way'.
All the talk had my little boner already obvious in my pants and
it took a real deep breath for me to let it pop out and waggle in the light
for her to look at. She got all serious then. I had crossed the line and I
think she had all the rest planned out.
She was almost grim when she took off her dress and then went
all the way and got totally naked. She had me feel her up all over and
then she touched my cock. She showed me how a could suck my
thing and then made me lick her split.
Then she laid down and asked if I was chicken to do it. That
was my first and it was very good.
We never did it again because Uncle Bill got divorced and
Debbie went with her mom. We stayed in occasional touch, but even
that broke down as we each got out of and scattered in opposite
directions. I didn't feel like I had lost her, but she had dropped out of
sight for quite a few years.
That made it a bit of a shock when I ran into her on the street.
You know how that goes- is that her? looks familiar- could be. She
seemed to recognize me right off and made a direct line for me.
It turned out we were both in new jobs and between
relationships and feeling just a bit lonly in the new town. It was only
natural that we would get together.
And it didn't seem that unnatural to us that the shadow of sexual
attraction would fall over us from the start. After all, we had dared sex
before and spent many thunderbolt-free years since. Even the question
whether it was availability or attraction was moot, because we were in
the same circumstance again.
We held out against our basic urges for three hours between
7:00 and 10:00 and then delayed another hour as we vacillated half-
dressed between passionate embraces and pulling back to stop.
She says I always put the onus on her, but that's because it's the
truth. She took one look at the clock reading 11:00, said something like,
oh shit, it's late, and rolled me down onto the couch. Then next thing I
knew, she was naked and was rolling us over so I was on top. We
both helped me out of my clothes.
"I don't have time to make up my mind," she gasped, "Just fuck
me and we can be sorry in the morning."
She was very ready after our hour of wrassling on the couch and
my cock found the slippery entrance easily. I pushed in and she yelped.
"GeeeZ! Take it easy!" she asked, "I don't remember you
having a big one."
I grinned. The last time I had not gotten my growth yet.
And when I grew, I grew all over. Not only did I go from 5-7 to 6-1,
I went from barely 5 to a pleasant 8. I knew it was big. Other women
had told me.
"I remember you having a tight one," I said as I felt her to
accept my larger size.
I don't think even fucking a could be nicer. We were very
familiar, but we hadn't had to live together. And this was a fun thing to
do with your cousin. It was even more fun than she hoped when she
finally felt my cock come to a stop way up inside her womb.
"Oh yeah, you've grown," she grunted when I had packed her
full of my cock.
"Does that mean we'd have been doing this sooner if you'd
known?" I teased.
"Shit, yeah," she said without hesitation, "At least ten minutes."
As she ground her hips on my cock, I surveyed the way she had
grown up. Her weren't little buds anymore. They were big mommy-
sized tits. I made a mental note to push them together and fuck them
sometime. Right then I wanted to try to suck the big cherry-red nipples
off her tits.
I had to fuck her back when holding up the big globes and
sucking her nipples put her hips into overdrive. She was just the same
as years before in my memory. But in my memory she was the example
by which all others were judged. Maybe all first is like that, but
I remembered her as the tightest, most aggressive, and purely best fuck
that I had ever had.
Jamming her into the couch now, years later, was doing nothing
to ruin that memory of her.
"Dammit! Put those down and kiss me," she groaned and pulled
at me as our pubes collided.
We had always been great kissers. She was also my first tongue
kiss and we had turned our Frenching sessions into works of art. That
did nothing to disturb the all-over aura of passion that enveloped us on
the couch as her tongue and my cock invaded the other's territory.
She broke the kiss when she came, needing to cling tight and
gasp out meaningless pleas and exhultations as her hips flopped on their
own and her fluttered with spasms around my thrusting cock.
And then she was an animal. She used her heels, planted firmly
on my thighs, to throw her hips up to my advancing cock and clawed at
my back to urge me to hard inside her.
"Come on, do it for me," she breathed as she undulated beneath
me, "Come for me, pump me full of your hot jizm. Squirt it up inside me.
Come on, do it for me. I want it now, baby."
Her inducements only added to my already rabid desire to drill
her deep and lose my load. Her words meant little, but the urgency of
her tone made me feel as if I was her one hope for real joy and the
entrapment of her arms and legs made me feel that her need for my
cock was drastic.
Her completely unsubtle jerking of her pelvis around and up to
my advancing pole was the clincher. In both the literal and metaphoric
senses, her closed in on my cock like a predator stalking prey and
attermpted to strangle it as I gave mt best efforts to ram the hard meat
in and out of her receptive sheath.
And then I had the scary orgasm. The jumped from my
balls like a lightning bolt, without warning and with electric intensity. I
spasmed as if the current passed down my spine and I could feel a
multitude of tiny muscles around my balls and down my cock all
snapping taut with the sudden climax.
She didn't let me rest. She responded to my dancing at the call
of my climax by pulling me hard down against her body and hammering
back at me with her hips. It was incredible. My mind was off in a mist
as I abandoned my body to its jerking seizure and her possessive
control.
It was better even than the exaggerated sex you read about. It
was the real deal. And we both felt it and we both knew it.
The confusing thing was what to do about it. On the one hand, it
wasn't like we were and sister. On the other, even if we were, it
would be impossible to ignore what had just happened on that couch. It
was truely meant to be. But we were cousins- first cousins.
I didn't give a shit, but I didn't know how she felt. I lay holding
and being held by her as my breathing came back down to normal and
then voiced the question for both of us.
"So what do we do now?"
"Which what?" she asked, "Going to work tomorrow or do we
do this again tomorrow?"
"And do you bring another dress so you can stay over and go to
work from here," I continued her thought in what I thought was the
direction she was going.
"My place is nicer," she said, jumping over my thoughts to the
next conclusion.
So, simply put, I brought my suit to her place. This time we
made love in her bed and with the same earth-shaking results. The next
weekend I moved in. Her place was nicer.
Now we let people think what they want. We have the same last
name. If they wish to assume we're a couple, we let them. I
found out Debbie doesn't have a problem with that either.
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