Oh, Sister! - Chapter 5

The next day, just after lunch, the family paid a visit on 
Anne's family, Becky and Vic's cousin.  Vic was trapped in the 
living room by his uncle who wanted to hear about his alma mater, 
the same school Vic was attending now.  The two girls were able 
to escape to Anne's bedroom, however, and sat on Anne's bed to 
talk.

Anne was the same age as Vic and was more "earthy" than 
Becky, her mother said.  In fact if she hadn't been family, Becky 
probably couldn't have had her as a friend.  As it was, they 
always shared their most precious secrets--sexual and otherwise--
with each other.  First period, first date, first kiss, all were 
shared though due to her two year head-start, most of Anne's 
firsts were before Becky's.

Now the tables were turned.  Anne had gotten a job out of 
high school rather than attend college, so Becky had the news to 
tell this time.  Anne was curious about Becky's college 
experiences and quizzed her younger cousin unmercifully.  Becky 
answered her questions about dorm life, classes, and campus 
activities.  Eventually she got around to Bill.  When the blonde 
co-ed described him as a football player, Anne immediately popped 
out with, "Wow!  An athlete.  Bet he's good in bed!  Lots of 
stamina!"

"Well . . . maybe," Becky temporized.

"You mean he hasn't gotten in your pants yet?" exclaimed 
Anne.

"No," replied Becky, and told of that last night before 
leaving, when they were interrupted by Clarence.

"Close doesn't count!" judged Anne.  "I told you you'd still 
be a virgin!"

With this Becky blushed a deep red.  She looked down as she 
toed circles in the rug.  "I was when I got here . . . but . . ."

"Oh wow!  You mean in the last couple of days . . ."

Becky nodded and her cousin hugged her.

"D'ja like it?  Was he nice?"

Becky nodded again, still blushing.

"That's great!  Who was it?  Do I know him?"

"Yeah," Becky replied and blushed deeper than ever.

"Who?" demanded Anne, but Becky shook her head.

"Come on, I'll get it outta ya eventually."  Anne speculated 
a moment.  "I'll bet it was Chuck!" naming a boy they'd both 
known in high school.

Becky shuddered at the thought of Chuck's hands on her body.

"God, no!  Not Chuck!" she protested.  "It was nobody we 
knew at school."  This was true.  Bill had gone to another high 
school in the district that offered the classes he needed.

Anne circled Becky's neck with her hands and pretended to 
strangle her.

"Ya gotta tell me!" she protested.  "I'll die of curiosity 
if ya don't!"

Becky shook her head firmly.

"Nope," was all she said.

Anne suddenly threw Becky back on the bed, leaped up and sat 
on her, straddling her waist.  Although she was shorter than 
Becky, she was stronger and quickly had both of Becky's wrists 
clamped in her right hand, leaving her left hand free.  She shook 
a finger in her cousin's face.

"Ve haf vays of making you tok," she said solemnly in an 
outrageous German accent, trying to suppress a grin.

"Never!" declaimed the pinioned girl, barely able to keep 
down a giggle while falling into the role of the brave POW.  "Do 
your wurst!"  They both winced at the pun.

Anne started to unbutton Becky's blouse.

"Virst ve must schtrip you naked--vell, haf naked," she 
corrected herself as she considered the logistical problems of 
getting Becky's skirt off while sitting on it.

In a trice the blouse was undone, pulled out, and twisted 
around Becky's wrists, binding them even tighter.  Fortunately 
for Anne, Becky had worn a snap-front brassiere so it was an easy 
matter to unsnap it and peel the cups away from her breasts.  
They rose and fell as the sexual tension started rising.

"Nize," commented Anne as she saw her cousin's tits for the 
first time other than glimpses seen while changing. "But not so 
big as mine."

This was true.  If Becky's boobs were generous, Anne's were 
outright humongous.  Knockers was how Becky had thought of them a 
bit jealously.  Her heart pounded as Anne pondered her next move.

"Zo," Anne said, and brushed one of her cousin's nipples.  
"Who was it that touched you like this--er zis?"

The erogenous flesh instantly puckered and the engorged 
nipple poked her palm.  Becky shook her head.

"I'll never tell," she gasped as her nip sent messages she 
never thought could be evoked by another woman.

"Oh, yes you vill!  I zee I must use the ultimate torture.  
I must use--der tickle!" and she started to do just that.

Having known her cousin all her life, Anne knew all her 
ticklish spots.  Becky was soon gasping and shrieking with 
laughter and both nipples were alert now.  Anne knew Becky's 
worst spot and soon settled on it:  At the leading edge of her 
right armpit on the margin of her tit.  The mound of girlflesh 
quaked and jiggled as Anne gently but vigorously diddled the 
sweet spot.

"Tell me tell me tell me tell me," she chanted and wondered 
just how erect Becky's nipples were going to get.

It was funny, but somehow the feelings from her pit lit a 
fire in another spot.  Becky could feel her cunt responding to 
the relentless tickling.  Finally, she couldn't stand it any 
more.

"I'll talk.  I'll talk," she gasped, and Anne relented.

Becky struggled weakly in Anne's grasp.

"Turn my hands loose and I'll tell," she implored.

Anne unwound the blouse and stripped it and the bra from 
Becky's wrists.

"Who?" she said softly.  "This must really be something," 
she thought, and looked down on her cousin.

Becky crossed her arms and cupped her breasts in her hands.  
It was as if she wanted to preserve her modesty while telling 
this particular secret.  She took a deep breath.

"It was . . . it was Vic," she managed to say.

Anne's mouth dropped open in surprise.  She sat stunned for 
a few moments.

"Your own brother?" she asked incredulously.

Becky nodded silently and clasped her tits tighter.

"He didn't rape you or anything, did he?"

Becky gestured denial then let her hands drop.

"No, no.  In fact, I asked him."

"Kinky!  How'd it happen, cuz?"

So Becky told Anne the story, concluding with, "and . . . 
and, well we did it right then and there.

"It must'a been nice."

"Actually I like the third time best, so far--I was on top 
that time."

"Third time!  You have been busy, girl.  On top, too.  Any 
other firsts you want to talk about?

"Well, the second time was, um, doggie style, and also, 
yesterday evening I . . . I sucked his cock," Becky finished in a 
whisper.

"Wow!  All that in two days!  Well, you ain't a virgin no 
mo', that's for sure!"  Anne looked down upon her cousin with new 
respect.

"Actually," she thought to herself, "There's one way you're 
still cherry."  She decided to see if she could breach this new 
frontier.

Becky was surprised when Anne reached down to take her 
breasts in her hands.  She felt her cousin start to massage them 
gently.  It felt good, the same yet different than when Vic had 
caressed them.  Anne kneaded the soft mounds silently for a few 
minutes and felt Becky's nipples stiffen again under her fingers.  
Becky closed her eyes and started to breathe deeply.

"Like it?" Anne asked, already knowing the answer.

"Um humm," Becky answered affirmatively.  "Better than Vic, 
somehow . . ."  She trailed off, feeling a little unfaithful to 
her first lover.

"That's 'cause I'm a woman," Anne explained, continuing her 
massage.  "Ever masturbate?"

"Sure."

"Think about it and be truthful.  When Vic fucks you, it 
feels great and you cum, maybe more than once."

"Yeah, so?"

"Compare that to when you give yourself a hand-job.  I don't 
mean five-minute special between classes or something, but, like, 
after a shower on a rainy Saturday afternoon when you've nothing 
to do for a few hours.  You lay back all warm and comfy and start 
to finger your pussy.  You think pleasant thoughts and take maybe 
a half-hour or more 'til you're ready to climax.  Then you push 
yourself over the edge and stay there for what seems like hours, 
relaxing a bit to regain your senses then pushing over the peak 
again and again.  Ever do that?"

"Not recently--dorm life isn't too conducive for it--but 
there were a couple of times when I was a senior and alone at 
home, and, well, what you said is pretty accurate."

"Here's the truthful part:  How did that feel compare with 
Vic?  I don't mean emotions, just pure erotic pleasure.  Who 
could do that better, you or Vic?"

"I guess me," Becky said thoughtfully.

"Don't get me wrong," her cousin continued.  "Masturbation 
can be lonely and there's nothing like a man clasping you and 
stroking you and cumming in your cunt, but nobody can ring your 
chimes like you can.  You know perfectly when to go fast, when to 
go slow, when to tweak, when to stroke, and when to penetrate.  
No man--bless 'em--can ever know how to please you like you do.  
If our palms had tongues, who'd need 'em?"

"I see what you mean."

"Ah, but after yourself, the person who knows best is 
another woman.  We sisters have done it to ourselves enough to 
know what another woman wants.  Ya dig?"

"I suppose . . ." Becky said dubiously.

"Suppose nothing!  Women're not only built different than 
men, we're wired different.  F'rinstance, men find friction 
stimulating--in/out, in/out, right?"

"Yeah?"

Anne slowly pressed Becky's tits flatter with both hands, 
then waited for just the right moment.

"Women like pressure," and she pinched both nipples where 
they poked up between her fingers.

Becky's only reply was a moan.  Anne was right.  As she had 
flattened her boobs more and more Becky had felt a pleasurable 
tension build up in her chest.  Right before the point when the 
pressure would be painful, her cousin had stopped and let the 
tension build.  Then pinching her sensitive nips had felt like 
two quick pops of a cap pistol only the pops joined together then 
streaked down to her box where they reignited the fire there.  
Becky shifted her legs and felt her pussy lips slide past each 
other under her clothes.  Her cunt was already wet.

Anne released Becky's tits and studied the thoroughly 
aroused girl.

"You want to make love?" she asked directly.

How could Becky refuse?  She looked up at her cousin and 
nodded.

"But I don't know what to do."

"Just leave that to me." Anne replied and got off of the 
bed.  She took a few steps away toward an enormous mirror that 
covered the wall adjacent to the bed.  She knew that in this spot 
Becky could get a view of both sides of her as she stripped.

Becky propped herself up on her elbows to do just that.  She 
had seen plenty of naked girls and women over the years in gym 
changing rooms, but, like everyone else, let her glances slide 
off of everyone lest she be accused of being a lesbian.  Now she 
could look all she wanted.

Becky watched as Anne quickly kicked the moccasins off her 
feet.  Her cousin then smiled, crossed her arms in front of her 
to grasp the blue sweater's hem at the bottom, and peel it off in 
one graceful motion.  Her long, brunette hair was held in a clip 
and she shook her head to let it fall down her back.  She had 
done this before and knew just how to tease another woman into 
excitement.  She dropped the sweater behind her.

Anne had only an enormous bra on under the sweater and Becky 
licked her lips nervously as her cousin hefted her knockers 
inside the confining garment.  They were so enormous that they 
almost spilled completely out of the taut lace cups with this 
provocation.  Anne released her tits and they heavily settled 
back into position.  She smiled again and slipped the straps off 
of her shoulders.  Slowly she reached behind her back and undid 
the snap.  Both boobs tumbled out from under the slackened cups 
and jiggled as they came to rest in their unsupported position.  
Anne let the now-useless garment slip down her arms, then tossed 
it aside.  Her breasts jiggled provocatively with every motion.

Topless in a pair of jeans, she struck a pose and held it so 
Becky could study her massive mammaries.  Well-shaped despite 
their size, they jutted out pendulously at least four inches from 
her chest wall.  Anne's nipples were enormous and dark-hued.  She 
reached up and tweaked them into alertness, then cradled her tits 
again, pushing them together to accentuate her cleavage.  Her 
aroused nipples were the size and color of raspberries.  Anne 
then opened the clip that held her hair and brought the long 
tresses around one side of her neck.  She arranged them over her 
left tit then struck another pose, one breast exposed and the 
other hidden except for the erect, thumb-sized nipple peeping 
through her locks.  The effect was highly erotic and Becky took a 
deep breath to steady her pulse.  Anne saw the effort and smiled 
again.

Deliberately, one step at a time, and holding her gaze on 
her aroused cousin, she unbuckled the belt at her waist, popped 
the snap, and pulled down the zipper of her jeans.  She opened 
the waistband, eased the snug denim over her ass, then let go to 
let her jeans slide down her legs to the floor.  She stepped out 
of the wreckage and stood clad in just a pair of panties.  They 
were pretty ordinary--Anne had not been expecting to be seducing 
her cousin--so she turned sideways and looked over shoulder at 
Becky as she wasted no time rolling them down her hips and 
pushing them on down to the floor.  She had picked just the right 
angle so that Becky got an eye-popping view of her tits dangling 
like fleshy fruit as she bent down, then settling back into place 
as she stood erect again.  She stepped out of her panties--there 
was quite a trail of clothing behind her now--and turned to stand 
nude before Becky.

Becky stared frankly at Anne's womanly form, seeing for the 
first time a body of her own sex as an object of desire.  Anne 
was shorter than Becky, about five-foot one, and not slender--
though not fat either.  She wore her hair with no part, usually 
kept out of her face with the now-discarded clip, but now loose 
and flowing down her back in waves except for a few locks on the 
left side still curled around her breast.  Her eyes were brown 
and set wide in a square face.  Her full lips bore a slightly 
lop-sided smile as she watched Becky's eyes dart from one feature 
to another.  Her shoulders were broad and in proportion to her 
gigantic tits.  Those globular melons were never still, but 
shifted and quaked with every move as if possessing a life of 
their own.  She tapered down to a slim-looking waist before 
flaring out to generous hips.  Her navel was a slender slit in 
the apex of the dome of her belly, which tucked in at her loins 
to meet the dense, brunette thatch of her bush.  That curly 
thicket of fur filled the entire delta of her sex, hiding it from 
view.  Her shapely thighs tapered smoothly down to equally 
shapely calves to end in surprisingly small feet.  Becky could 
see in the mirror Anne's well-rounded ass, from the sacral 
dimples at the top to the perfect creases at the bottom where 
they met the backs of her thighs.  Unlike Becky, her body showed 
no traces of a tan; her skin was the same translucent milk-white 
all over.  No line showed at breast, hip, or ass to demark what 
had been on public display and what she kept hidden.  Instead, 
her voluptous form somehow seemed flaunted and coy at the same 
time.  By no means petite, Anne carried her weight with ease and 
grace.

"Well-rounded," thought Becky.  "That's what she has:  A 
well-rounded, very female body."

Anne reached down and used spread fingers to comb through 
her muff, fluffing the pubic hairs up after being mashed down 
inside her underwear.  When she was done, the mass of sexual 
foliage stood out a full inch from her flesh.  She looked up, 
smiled, and took a few steps toward Becky and the bed, crossing 
her feet in an exaggerated feminine walk.

"Like what you see?" she asked simply.

Becky licked her lips again.  "I still don't know what to 
do," she half whispered.

"I told you:  Leave that to me.  Just do what I say.  I 
promise you'll love it."

By now she was only a couple of steps from the bed.  "Stand 
up," she commanded.

Becky got up from the bed and stood before Anne in her 
skirt.  She nervously rubbed her upper arms, unsure of what to do 
next.  Anne reached up, touched both her shoulders, then waited.  
Becky relaxed and let her arms drop.  Anne then closed the 
distance between them and their breasts touched.  Becky marveled 
at the warm softness of her cousin's tits against her own pair.  
Anne reached around Becky to hold her in an embrace, mashing all 
four boobs flat, then reached up to kiss her on the mouth.

A thrill went through Becky and she kissed back.  Anne's 
mouth parted and their tongues touched, met in earnest, then 
caressed each other.  If Becky had been told an hour before that 
she would be standing half-naked, embracing her totally naked 
cousin, and getting aroused by a deep soul-kiss she would have 
thought it impossible.  Yet here she was doing just that, and 
feeling her pussy lubricate as proof of the arousal.

Breaking the kiss, Anne looked Becky in the eyes as she 
found the two buttons at the side of the maroon skirt she was 
wearing.  In a moment, they were undone and Anne unzipped the 
short zipper just below those buttons.  She let the skirt drop to 
the floor, then ever so slowly knelt in front of her cousin.  She 
stood very close while dropping to her knees--so close that her 
boobs slid most of the way down Becky's body, gliding softly as 
they went down.

Anne sat on her haunches, which put her face at the level of 
Becky's waist.  She hooked her thumbs under the elastic waistband 
of the half-slip Becky was wearing and pulled the white satin 
garment over her hips and onto the floor, on top of the skirt.  
She could see Becky's pastel yellow panties under the panty-hose 
she was wearing so she made short work of peeling the clingy 
nylon leaving her cousin standing only the skimpy lace of her 
last undergarment.

Becky shuddered with delight as Anne moved her hands up the 
inside of her bare thighs.  When they reached the top the 
trembling girl spread her knees slightly and Anne worked her 
thumbs under the elastic hem of the legholes, just to either side 
of her pussy lips, then slid them up the hems around the bulge of 
Becky's love mound to the top where the slender waistband was.  
Inserting a couple of fingers on each hand under the elastic, 
Anne tugged down on Becky's panties until the top of her bush 
just appeared.  She then slid her hands around Becky's waist to 
cup the spheres of her ass under the yellow nylon.  Anne paused a 
moment, then moved both hands downward, taking the seat of the 
panties with them, exposing Becky's ass, more slender than her 
own, to her gaze in the mirror.  Anne finished the process of 
stripping her cousin by returning to the front and pulling the 
last vestige of her modesty down to her knees in one smooth 
motion.  When Anne let her panties go to drop to her ankles, 
Becky put her hand on Anne's shoulder to steady herself as she 
stepped out of the yellow bit of lace.

Anne gazed at Becky's brown muff a moment, then moved in 
close to touch her nose to the curly hair and inhale deeply.

"Mmmmm," she said appreciatively.  "Smells like woman--
smells like woman in heat."

Anne fluffed Becky's sex-fur like she had her own, then slid 
her hand in edgewise along her labial groove, grazing Becky's 
clit before heading deeper to where her pussy-lips were hidden 
between her thighs.  Becky shuddered at these touches and 
steadied herself again on Anne's shoulder as her knees threatened 
to give way.

Anne felt the moisture that was already appearing on Becky's 
cuntlips and rolled her slickened thumb and finger together.

"Yup, just about ready," she judged.  "But you need a little 
more.  Lie back on the bed."

Becky moved to sit on the bed, then slowly laid back until 
she was flat but her feet were still on the floor.  Anne lay down 
on the bed on her side next to Becky and caressed her from 
shoulder down to boob to belly to love mound.  Becky spread her 
knees slightly and felt her cousin cup her sex, then roll toward 
her to kiss again.  Her magnificent tit was a soft, warm weight 
that massaged her own breast at the same time Anne massaged her 
cunt with her hand and caressed her lips with her own.

Becky reached up to embrace Anne and they held each other 
tightly as they kissed again.  Becky's heart started to pound 
with sexual excitement.  Anne caressed her tit, molding the soft, 
female flesh gently in her hand.  Both of Becky's nipples erected 
in seconds and Anne toyed with the throbbing erotic points, then 
drew one into her mouth to suckle powerfully.  Becky arched her 
back to thrust her boob into her cousin's face.

"God!" she exclaimed.  "I swear I'll cum any second!"

Anne broke off and smiled at her cousin.

"Oh, we don't want that!  Not . . . yet," she teased, and 
moved toward the foot of the bed, between Becky's legs.  Anne 
touched the inside of her cousin's knees and she instinctively 
drew them up and wider at her urging, exposing her slit.

Anne slid her hands up Becky's thighs until her thumbs 
brushed the outer lips of her pussy.  She spread them apart 
exposing the pink, wet, and pulsing folds of Becky's inner cunt.  
The tight entrance to her honeypot spasmed as she was on the 
brink of climaxing.  Anne slid her thumbs up and down her 
cousin's sex organ, between the fleshy outer and petal-like inner 
lips, a few times to finish by trapping her clit.  She held the 
tingly love button in its hood between both thumbs then pushed 
the flesh cloak back exposing the pink pearl.

"Your clit is so tiny," she commented.  "I could just eat it 
in one nibble."

She leaned forward and kissed the pulsing center of Becky's 
sexuality, then licked it instead of biting it.  Becky jumped at 
the exquisite sensation of her cousin's tongue sliding over the 
tumescent button.  She sighed.

"That feels wonderful," she managed to say.

"You ain't felt nothin' yet," Anne replied and applied her 
mouth to the top of Becky's labial groove.

She suckled powerfully to draw Becky's clitoris out of its 
wet sheath and between her teeth.  She continued sucking 
rhythmically to stretch it further, then started twirling her 
tongue around its head.  This felt more powerfully erotic than 
anything Becky had experienced before and within seconds she was 
moaning and writhing back and forth on the bed.  Anne grabbed her 
hips to steady her and kept up the voluptuous attack.  In less 
than a minute, Becky climaxed, grasping the back of Anne's head 
to push her into her loins and crying "Oh!--Oh!--Oh!" as each 
contraction of her pussy hit her.  Her feet involuntarily flew up 
in the air as she drew her knees up and apart as far a possible.

Anne then changed her treatment and started licking the 
whole area of Becky's crotch:  From  her clitoral hood down one 
side of her pussy lips and up the other to return down the center 
where she drilled into her vulva to tap the copious fluids 
pumping out of there.  Anne continued on down to slide her tongue 
over the taut perineum then around her asshole twice before 
boring into her anus.  This new assault drove Becky into a fresh 
orgasm and this time she planted her feet to thrust her pussy at 
her cousin.

Anne had been right.  This was like what Vic had done just 
the night before, yet better.  Her brunette cousin knew all the 
right moves to drive her up the wall.  In short order she was hit 
by another climax.

"Oh, God!" she groaned.  "It feels so good!  Do it to me--Do 
it to me!"

Anne complied a few more minutes as Becky came down from her 
high, then crawled up to lie gasping in Becky's embrace.

"Boy, you come hard," she commented, then fished a pubic 
hair out of her mouth, regarded it a moment, and flicked it away.  
She rolled over onto her back and stretched languidly.

"Now, it's my turn."

Becky kissed Anne and tasted her own pussy juices on her 
lips.  Their tongues met and played tag as the kiss deepened.  
Becky broke off and gazed on her cousin as she reclined on the 
bed awaiting her ministrations.

Anne's enormous tits lolled widely on her chest and Becky 
played with them a while--the first time she had deliberately 
touched another woman's breasts.  She massaged the pliant flesh 
and tweaked her enormous nipples into hardness.  She drew one of 
the erogenous points into her mouth and suckled deeply, pulling 
the finger-long female spigot the same way she liked her own 
pulled.  Anne started moaning appreciatively.

Becky's hand crept down the length of Anne's body, past the 
dome of her belly until it reached her muff curling out from 
between her legs.  She worked her fingers through the dense, 
brunette curls until she reaches the cleft at the top of her 
cousin's sex.

Becky let loose of Anne's nipple and gazed down at her 
loins.  Unlike her own bush, Anne's was so lush it hid all from 
her sight.  The mass of hair spilled out from between Anne's 
thighs and up the front of her abdomen until it ended abruptly 
with a perfectly horizontal border halfway to her navel.  Even 
parting the kinky pubes with her fingers exposed her cousin's 
flesh only right where the hair divided.  Becky reached down with 
her other hand and inserted it between Anne's thighs next to her 
first hand.  Anne drew her legs up and spread her knees as though 
she had been waiting for the signal.

Becky reversed position and crawled on top of Anne to gaze 
down at her proffered genitals.  She should have realized, but 
didn't, that her own dripping slit was wavering around in the air 
in front of Anne's face as she looked.  Anne did nothing to 
distract her cousin, though, but she smiled as she waited for 
what she knew would happen next.

Unlike Becky's, Anne's sex-fur didn't stop at the top of her 
pussy but thickly decorated the fleshy outer lips and continued 
on down, thinning only as it reached the taut flesh between the 
nether border of her sex organ and her anus.  Indeed, a thin 
rearguard of kinky hairs continued on to surround that puckered 
rosette and on up out of sight between the round globes of her 
ass cheeks.  Becky had never dreamed that a woman could have so 
much pubic hair.

Aside from her bush, Anne's pussy looked very different from 
her own.  Becky's labia majora, though bare, chastely guarded her 
inner lips from view until teased apart by an invading finger or 
prick.  Anne's red inner folds, though, were long and ruffled 
like a cock's comb.  They were longer than her outer pussy lips 
and defiantly stayed outside as though afraid that they might 
miss a tentative caress.  The sheath covering her clitoris was 
long and as wide as her thumb, extending almost to Anne's vulva.  
The head of that sensitive sex organ peeped out from its cloak, 
the size and color of a pink pearl.  It was in a perfect position 
to be constantly rubbed by anything that might happen to 
penetrate that vulva.

Becky reached down with two fingers and spread her cousin's 
cunt open.  The ruffled flanges parted moistly exposing to her 
view the first inch of Anne's vagina.  She slid her middle finger 
deep into the deep recesses of her cousin's body and crooked it 
to massage the backside of her pubic arch.

"Oh, more--more," Anne moaned, so Becky inserted her 
forefinger and started plunging both digits in and out of her 
cunt.

The clasping flesh squelched  with each stroke and Anne 
started rolling her hips from side to side.  Her clitoris woke up 
and extended further out of its sheath to see what was going on.  
It was twice the size of Becky's--about as big as her little 
finger--and looked lonesome, so Becky maneuvered her thumb so 
that it brushed it with every stroke inward.  It responded to 
this treatment by lengthening, and Becky soon had its hood pushed 
back so that it stood out like a miniature penis, visibly pulsing 
between each touch.

"So good!  So good!" Anne cried hoarsely.  "More!" she 
pleaded.

Becky stopped thrusting and thought a moment.  The tight 
orifice of Anne's anus beckoned her so she pulled her fingers out 
of her cousin's cunt and applied the tip of her wet middle digit 
to the puckered sphincter.

"Here?" she asked tentatively, pushing lightly.

"Yes!  There!  Put it up my ass!" Anne implored.

Becky pushed harder and felt the muscular ring of Anne's 
asshole relax enough to admit her finger to the first knuckle.  
She dribbled some spit to lubricate the invading digit and pushed 
it firmly in the rest of the way, rotating her hand slightly.  
Anne groaned erotically and squeezed Becky's finger firmly with 
her ass.

Becky reinserted her forefinger up Anne's love tunnel and 
commenced thrusting again, simultaneously up her cousin's ass and 
cunt while nudging her love button.  Anne was soon bucking her 
loins up and frantically caressing Becky's flanks.  Anne finally 
reached through Becky's spread thighs to grasp both nipples of 
her cousin's dangling breasts and started squeezing them in time 
to Becky's thrusts.  Her pussy juices were so copious they nearly 
spurted out of her cunt, drenching the whole area.  Becky could 
smell the pungent lubricant in the air.

Less than a minute later, Anne climaxed.

"O-h-h-h--ah!" was all she managed to exclaim in a rising 
cry as her cunt and ass contracted rhythmically to grasp Becky's 
hand.  Anne grabbed the startled girl around the waist and 
clasped so hard that she fell--umph!--full weight on her cousin 
to lie there thrashing.  Anne simply lay there, hugging Becky as 
if she were some sort of headless lover while she regained her 
senses.

"Oh, wow," she said after a minute.  "I guess you don't need 
any more lessons on pleasing a woman!"

"You ain't felt nothin' yet!"  Becky replied, echoing Anne's 
earlier remark, buried her head between Anne's legs, and attacked 
her clit.

That feminine joy-buzzer filled half her mouth and she 
sucked mightily before caressing the end with her tongue as Anne 
had a few minutes before.  The salty tang of Anne's love-juices 
assaulted her nose strongly now, and she occasionally let loose 
to lap some up but quickly returned to that pulsing clit so close 
to her face.  Anne reciprocated on Becky's nub and the air was 
filled with slurping sounds as both women strove to bring the 
other to another climax.

In two minutes, it was done and nearly simultaneous they 
were, with both cousins emitting muffled cries from each other's 
loins as the world whirled around them.  Both collapsed into a 
gasping heap on the bed.  Becky was the first to recover and 
rolled off of Anne to sit upright.

"Wow!  That was great!" she exclaimed.

"Yes, wasn't it," replied Anne dazedly as she also sat up.

"Yet, I miss--I don't know--something inside me.  You know 
what I mean?"

"Exactly.  Say no more--I've got just the ticket!"  Anne 
answered and got off of the bed.

Becky watched her cousin's well-rounded ass cheeks wobble as 
she padded across the room, then caught a glimpse of the still 
sopping box between her thighs as she yanked open a low drawer in 
her dresser and bent over to root around in it.

"Ah hah!" Anne exclaimed in triumph and came up with a pink 
object Becky had never seen before.  It looked something like a 
life-sized penis except that it was about fourteen inches long 
and had a bulbous head on both ends.  Anne handed the stiff 
object to Becky for her examination.

She had never even heard of a dildo before and looked at 
this one curiously.  It was extremely realistic with even an 
indented piss-slit molded in the tip of both glans and veins 
decorating the shaft.  Its use was immediately obvious but why so 
long and with two working ends?

"I could never get all of this in me," she said dubiously, 
holding the man-substitute on one hand.

"You're not supposed to; it's meant to be shared.  Here, 
I'll show you," Anne instructed.  " Roll over this way so we can 
watch in the mirror--I like to watch."

Becky shifted position and rolled half onto her side.  The 
big mirror on the wall nearby was indeed placed so that the whole 
bed was reflected in it--perfect for the voyeur.  Anne crawled 
down to Becky's hips and encouraged her to raise her upper leg, 
exposing her still-steaming slit.  Anne gargantuan breasts 
gyrated wildly as she moved and she paused a moment to moisten 
one end of the double dong in her mouth.  She applied the wetted 
tip to the entrance of Becky's vagina, used it to part her pussy 
lips and, without further ceremony, pushed it into her wet cavern 
with a rotating motion.

"Oh!" said Becky in surprise.  She had not quite expected to 
be filled so quickly.

Anne let go of the remaining end and regarded the artificial 
cock protruding from Becky's pussy.  About half of it was buried 
and the remainder looked as though Becky had suddenly sprouted an 
erection from the midst of her brown bush, albeit one pointing in 
an odd direction.  Anne straddled her cousin's lower leg and 
scooted forward, bringing her own brunette muff closer to the 
rubber appendage.  She carefully grasped it close to Becky and 
repeated the process of using it to tease her lips apart.  With 
the same lack of ceremony she then impaled herself on the turgid 
rod until it vanished from sight as both sets of pussy lips 
squished together.

Becky felt the man-like invader within her stir as it 
resisted penetrating Anne's box, then shift in a most life-like 
manner as Anne prepared for the next step.  Her cousin was 
crabbed face-upward with her weight on both feet and hands and 
her pussy rubbing her own.  She then started humping her, flexing 
her knees and shoulders to drive her mons veneris into her 
cousin's.  The dildo started thrusting into her as well and it 
worked from side to side as Anne shifted about between thrusts.  
Becky could tell from the expressions on Anne's face that the 
same pleasurable sensations were happening within her too.

"THis is REAlly NEAT," she managed to say between blows.  
"IT's LIKE we're FUCKing and FUCKED at the SAME time!"

"YEAH," Anne replied, watching themselves in the mirror.  
"PLAY with our CLITS will YA?  GOTTA keep my BALance!"

Becky reached down and started toying with both of their 
love buttons.  She could feel the cock joining the two of them 
when Anne drew back for another thrust, sometimes sliding deeper 
into her own cunt and sometimes deeper into Anne's depending on 
the angles.

Anne picked up the pace and the sweat started pouring off of 
her body from the force of her exertions.  Becky watched her tits 
loll about on her chest, the nipples standing up in hard points 
from their jostling.  Her thighs and belly jiggled as the soft 
flesh alternately flexed, smashed, and hung free.  In the mirror, 
Becky could see the quivers in her own flesh, ripples spreading 
from her pussy down her thighs and up her abdomen to make her own 
breasts ring like silent bells.  She used her free hand to tweak 
her own hardened nips, doubling the erotic feelings coming from 
deep within her belly as the dildo worked in and out of her 
pussy.  She was moments from climaxing.

"Keep it up, keep it up," she encouraged Anne.  "Oh, God! 
I'm almost there!"

"Me too," grunted Anne.  "In fact I'm--I'mm . . . a-h-h-h!"

She broke off her rhythm and started bucking in time to the 
orgasmic contractions of her cunt.  The dildo, held firmly by her 
clasping vaginal muscles, skewered the deepest yet into Becky's 
own pussy.  This pushed the young cousin over the edge and she 
climaxed as powerfully as Anne.  She grasped the brunette's calf 
and sobbed as she humped back, now forcing the plastic cock 
clenched inside her pussy back into Anne as she came down from 
her rapture.  Once again the two women collapsed into a gasping 
tangle of limbs and bodies on the bed.