Oops, I Fucked My First Cousin .
Blowjob, Cum-Swallowing, First-Time, Oral-Sex, Virginity, Youngwriter 's bill : The part in this story do not suffer an actual age listed. If you want them to be eighteen, then they 're eighteen, if you want older or younger, based on your own personal preferences, then feel absolve to align your mental image as you like. When I wrote the story, situated in the meter period of time that I chose, the characters felt between twelve and XV year old in my head.
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Oops, I Fucked My Cousin.
Chapter One
I did n't think of to cum down her throat, but she had me balls thick and it just felt so goddamn good that I could n't help myself.
It was the autumn of 1973 and her parents had to go out of the country for several months, I can honestly say that I have no screwing idea why they left, it was too damn long ago and my storage ai n't what it use to be. But I 'll never forget that world-class night, or the many nights after.
Jenny and I had always been sorting of well-disposed foe as we grew up. I had issues with my mom and sometimes her mom, my aunt, would do her best to make me feel included in mob things. That was all well and thoroughly, but sometimes jenny would get jealous of the tending that her mom gave me and do her respectable to get me into difficulty.
Most of the meter affair were good between us though ; I was a few yr one-time than she was and I tried to expect out for her like I was taught to. When my mom told me that Jenny would be staying with us for a patch, I was happy, and pissed at the Same time ; happy that my little cousin would be around more, but pissed that she had to outride in my way with me when she was. Our house was tiny and there just was n't any room for her to stay anywhere else.
pubescence had molested me intemperate a few years before, and since there was n't any internet back then, it took for-fucking-ever to jack my rooster to a satisfying climax while I remembered the exposure of topless indigene that I 'd seen in a few National Geographic magazines. Having my cousin in the room each night was going to really cut short my fisting time. At least, that 's what I thought until the first off dark that she was actually there.
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jenny ass and I went to the same Junior/Senior High schooling ( it was all mixed together in our small Ithiel Town ), but she was bused in from across Ithiel Town while I just had to walk a few blocks to get there. Because of her hanker ride each dawn, she was used to going to kip and getting up earlier that I was so she went down before I did that first of all night.
An hour after she she went into the bedroom, I followed and found her out like a visible light on the new bed that my parents had stuffed into my way. It was deep fall, almost thanksgiving actually, but our business firm had a weird heating plant organisation that sometimes turned my ... our ... chamber into a sauna. That night was one such night and she had fallen asleep on top of her back wearing a recollective t-shirt for a night-robe.
I had always slept in my underwear and I refused to change that substance abuse just because she was there ; we 'd grown up together so she 'd seen me in my skivvies C of sentence over the twelvemonth. I did n't realize that pubescence would make things a whole bunch different, and a 'hole'lot better.
Our home was furnished in the classic ugly-seventies style of nookie carpet and alligator pear common appliances ; my sleeping room was no unlike. I stripped down and settled on top of my blanket to read a book for a while so I could get sleepy. I had n't paid any attention to her when I came in and I continued to brush aside her until she let loose with a tiny stertor and wiggled around for a bit before settling back into a deep sleep.
The sound caused me to glance over at her and I saw that her peg and settled into a lawless, floppy disk sort of affectation, with one knee cocked up and the other kind of kinked sideways. I ignored her some more until I got thirsty and went to get a glass of water. As I passed her on my way back in, I saw that her t-shirt was pulled up and I could depend redress between her legs.
For some rationality, she was n't wearing panties that night and the evidence of her own journeying into puberty was staring me in the font ; I froze and stared. Her puss was just a cunt, with almost no lip to mouth of ( not that I knew anything about lips or kitty-cat in full general back then ) but her President George W. Bush was wax and heavyset.
A sneak peep at a Playboy magazine in our local five-and-dime had told me that girls did n't have a cock like boys did but, as I stood staring at her naked pussy, it suddenly occurred to me that ALL daughter had one, even my dorky full cousin. It was like the nirvana opened up and a refrain of backer began to sing nasty erotica music in my ear.
The side by side matter I knew, my dick was in one hand and my glass of body of water was in the early ; I do n't even remember fishing it out of my underclothes, but it was there nonetheless. It took three seconds and three strokes for me to shoot a buddy-buddy stream of cum across the bedroom. I must have grunted as I squirted millions of air-babies onto the flooring, because she suddenly opened her centre and looked at me whacking away next to her bed.
Even through the panic of being caught jerking off, I could n't stop as the pulse that made my knees feeble and the shag carpet wet and sticky. I expected her to start screaming at me or something but she just watched quietly as my cum splattered and my fist flew.
When it was over she asked,"What was that ?"
My tool shrank and I pulled my underwear back up. I 'd always done my best to be honest with her about stuff and, as I drank my water and set the discharge spyglass down, I continued those efforts and did my best to explain to her what I was doing that night, even though I barely knew myself.
She took my words in and muddled them around in her chief before asking,"So, you cummed because you saw my cookie ?"
"Yeah,"I answered,"I 'd never saw one in person, and it made me all horny and poppycock, so I jerked it. I hope you do n't mind."
She thought about it for a bit before she said,"I do n't think that I do. Its variety of like a compliment, I think, that this,"she pulled up her t-shirt and showed me her pussy again,"Could produce you do that."She pointed at the floor.
My pecker jibe back up, tenting my underwear, as her soft-looking pussy hair sat gleaming in the luminosity from my interpretation lamp. She saw my bulge and asked,"Can I see your thing ?"I hesitated and she said,"Its only rightfield, you saw my cookie, so you should show me your thing."
Her logic was unflawed and I quickly yanked my shorts down, showing her my quivering four inch cock. She reached out and I pulled back,"Uh uh, cuz, only if I can touch yours too."
She spread her legs undecided and said,"okey, but be deliberate, that clitoris matter on the top is actual sensitive sometimes, if you press on it too punishing it hurts."
Her clit was standing out diminished, but majestic, at the top of her slit,"What if I touch it easy, would that be okay ?"
She nodded and said,"Yeah, I do that all the clip. It feels great."
I reached out and lightly poked her button, running my rummy finger all around the tiny hump. She hummed and closed her peg on my helping hand, not stopping me, but not giving me much room to work either. There was enough slack for me to wriggle my finger around, but I could n't see what I was doing anymore. She kind of moaned and a bit of juice suddenly appeared and my finger's breadth started to slip around the top of her twat. She reached for my dick again and this meter I let her have it.
As her tender fingerbreadth closed around the helmet she softly exclaimed,"Oh, its so soft and so hard too. I like it."
"Whoa, cuz, be careful with the top. I guess its like your clit and its sensitive too."
"OK, sorry."She continued to run her fingers all around he head and up and down the shaft.
I shuddered and said,"Oh, wow, that feels great, cuz, its so much better than when I do it myself."
She smiled at the compliment and wrapped her fingers around my shaft, slowly jacking me. I felt myself getting closer to another orgasm and my groan started to turn louder.
She shushed me and whispered,"Hey, cuz, I passed by my parents way a few workweek ago and I peeked through their keyhole when I heard some weird auditory sensation. I saw my momma do something to my dad ; she stuck her face following to his thing and she used her mouth to suck on it. Do you need me to do that ?"
I nodded my head quickly and said,"Sure. I think that that would be neat."
She leaned over and slipped my nous between her brim, sucking gently on it while her wooden leg slowly flopped back open air. I ran my digit up and down her cunt for a second before she slapped them closed on my hand again ; it was frustrating, but her backtalk natural action distracted me as she began to suck a bit harder.
My hips instinctively began to thrust at her brass and she opened her brim to let it go deeper. She was a natural born cock-sucker and she soon had most of me sliding in and out as she jacked me into her backtalk.
Her legs slowly opened again as she concentrated of gulping my cock. I was too into what she was doing to pay practically attention to her pussy ; I mostly rubbed her button as she kind of hunched against my hand.
My free hand found her head and began to force her against my shove groin ; she moaned and the vibration caused a little tingle to wash across my motherfucker. She picked up speed and my cum rose up and exploded out of my putz. She tried to pull back, but I held her brass against me as rope after thick rope filled her oral fissure. She had no choice but to get down each pulse.
As I moaned and fucked her face, she started humping my script harder. Her waste rotation caused my digit to luxate between her moist lips and push through her maidenhead as my pollex raked across her pulsating clitoris.
She screamed in bother as her cherry red torus around my finger, but seconds later she was screaming even louder as an orgasm washed over her Pres Young torso. If my turncock had n't been half way down her throat, she would have woke the whole star sign up with her stochasticity.
She kept hunching against my pollex as I worked her clitoris like a kitty on a toy mouse. I did n't know what the fuck I was doing, but whatever it was, she absolutely loved it. Eventually, she spit my stopcock out and whispered,"Stop, cuz, its too sensitive now. bring you finger out of my cooky, that really hurts."She looked between her ramification and said,"Oh, man, you broke my cherry."
She saw the blur look on my cheek and explained what her mother had told her about virginity and virginal membrane and sex. It was fascinating to get a glimpse into the human race of girl stuff and I almost forgot that I had blown a burden in her oral fissure until she smacked her brim and said,"Your cums really tasted Wyrd ; all salty and thick and stuff. I liked it. Did you like doing that ? mamma said that male child like doing stuff like that."
We talked about sex stuff for a spell ; it turns out that she knew one hell of a lot to a greater extent than I did about the discipline thanks to my Aunt. Eventually, we both got tired and she kissed me on the boldness and went back to catch some Z's. There was a bit of bloodline on my finger ; I wiped it off with a tissue and passed out for the nighttime.
Chapter Two
She would n't let me adjoin her kitty-cat for a week because she said that it hurt, and she would n't touch my cock if I did n't impact her pussy. By the Friday after our first sexual play, I was quite frustrated with the place. That night, she finally decided that it felt better and she let me into her bed again.
This time, she opened her branch encompassing and said,"My momma said that if I suck on a boys thing, then he has to suck on my cookie."
I looked between her legs with doubt on my nerve ; that was where girls peed from and I did n't want anything to do with that. She pointed out that I peed from my cock and she was still willing to put in in her mouth. Once again, her logic overpowered my falter and I settled onto her bed and stick to my face between her legs.
"marijuana cigarette out your clapper, cuz, cream my button like an ice pick cone."
The mental simulacrum gave me what I needed to feed her what she needed.
She reached down and pulled her prick open and I touched her clit with my tongue."Now, drub it all around, cuz, push it inside me."
Her instructions were garish and realise and she was soon groan and running her digit through my hair as she pushed her pussy against my face. She jumped in pain as my natural language slipped between her lips, but I quickly slid back up to her pulsing clitoris and she forgot about it ; neither of us knew it at the time, but my finger had only pushed through her Hymen, it had n't torn all of it away.
My clapper got tired before she could cum ; I did n't even love that she was suppose to. She moaned in dashing hopes as I pulled away but nodded her head anyway when I asked her to suck on my cock again.
She had an inherent instinct for blondness, so when she had me all intemperately and throbbing in her oral fissure, she pulled off and said,"I did n't get any cum so you do n't either."
Again with the system of logic. I thought about it for a second and said,"How 'bout we push our stuff and nonsense together and try to cum at the same time ?"
She grinned and opened her ramification again ; I quickly settled between them and looked around to see how matter would fit together. She aimed me at her slit and said,"Push inside, cuz."
I did as she asked and she yelped and bit at her lip as my cock tore through the last part of her cherry. She saw my spirit of concern as I bottomed out inside her and she said,"I guess you did n't get it all with your digit. Rub my button so it do n't hurt so much."
She pushed me over a bit so I was leaning on one arm, freeing up the other one to sacrifice her joy. My thumb found her button and I began to rub her up and down until she started moaning quietly."okey, cuz, that 's undecomposed, now start pushing it into my cooky, but keep rubbing my button too."
It was unmanageable but not too often so ; we soon built up a calendar method of birth control that had her head thrashing back and forth as she pulled her pillow over her facial expression and groaned out loud. Having to concentrate on rubbing her while we fucked kept me from cumming right away, but her tight pussy clamping down on my stabbing shaft soon brought me right wing to the edge.
My own motive caused me to empty her clit ; I moved so that I was completely on top of her and began to slap my hips against hers. She grunted each prison term we came together, partly from delight but mostly from the impact of my heavier frame on her petite one. She moved the pillow out of the way, accidentally shifting her t-shirt sideways so that I could see her tiny boob for the foremost prison term.
I ogled her little pointy cone shape, the tips covered with diffused pinko areola, as I fucked her pussy. She grinned at me,"You can suck on 'em, cuz, mom says that it feels real number thoroughly when a boy sucks on your titties."
Not one to argue with my well-educated auntie, I leaned down and pulled one of her minor chest into my mouth. She bit the edge of her pillow as her pap crinkled up in my mouth. It felt eldritch enough that I pulled back and marveled at the change in the tip of her white meat. She giggled and pulled my face back to her chest of drawers.
The total scene became too often for me and I thrust into her one last time and filled her tight, wet pussycat with wads and Jack-tar of duncical slimy cum. I shuddered and primer my rosehip against hers as my cock throbbed and spit inside of her ; she yelped again and clamped down on my aching fellow member, her own orgasm washing over her young eubstance.
We both sucked in nifty gasp breaths as our pleasure slowly ebbed and fatigue nibbled at the edges of our world. I slid out of her body with a wet sucking phone that made us both giggle. She snuggled against my dresser and slid into a faint drowse. I waited until she was deeply asleep before I slipped out of her bed and stood next to it for a moment, watching her little knocker move up and down in time with her shallow breathing. Eventually, I slipped into my bed and drifted off to log Z's.
Neither of us understood how big a thing we had just done with each other, nor did we have any approximation that she could get pregnant from it. We were fortunate that wintertime ; I dumped gal of cum into her slit and none of it took ; we both had various shaver later in life, three with her husband and two with my wife. I guess, fortunately for us, her body just was n't ready back then.
When her parents came back from wherever the underworld they went that winter, she moved back with them and thing went back to the way that they were before. We never really talked about what we had done, and as we got erstwhile and realized just how stupid we 'd been, we kind of debar each other for a few years until we decided that we were being stupefied and let it go.
So, that 's the story Y'all have fun now .