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Cumming With Cousin Karl
By Anonymous (address withheld)
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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
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.
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