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Kay, My Cousin
by Balmain (address withheld)
***
A sailor discovers a long lost cousin, and her family.
(MF, inc, 1st, mast)
***
I guessed it was Kay. A woman stood on a small dock
waving. I waved back and steered my 10-meter sailboat in
her direction. Fortunately, river current and breeze
were against me so slipping alongside the dock was easy.
Apparently, Kay had boating experience. She reached for
the bow mooring line I had draped over the forward
lifeline and with just enough slack made it fast to a
dock post. I was then easily able to nudge the stern in,
jump to the dock and make tight the stern line.
We turned toward each other and, to my surprise, Kay
brought her hands to her mouth, mumbled, "Oh my..." and
kinda froze.
Cautiously, I stepped her way, "You are Kay?"
Kay just stared at me. Then shaking her head she
blurted, "Yes, pardon my manners. Mark, you're so
welcome!" She ran toward me, flung her arms around me,
hugged me tightly, and with her cheek on my chest, let
out a sigh that was almost a sob.
Bewildered, I gently put my arms around her, kissed the
top of her head and just let her rest against me. After
a minute or so Kay disengaged, used my sleeve to wipe
her cheeks and stepped back, and with some
embarrassment, gave an awkward smile.
To give us both time to get oriented, I said, "I'll just
shut things down and then be ready to go." Without pause
I stepped back on my boat and busied myself shutting off
the motor, adding spring mooring lines, hanging fenders,
putting charts etc away and, finally, threw my duffel
onto the dock and hopped ashore again.
Except for a slight makeup smudge, Kay was in control.
She took my arm and guided me up the path toward the
house on the rise above the river.
Kay and I are cousins. We hadn't seen each other since
our mid teens. Even then we had only had a few childhood
meetings. Our fathers, close as young brothers, had
drifted apart because my father, from a professional
family, married a farm girl. Then, geography, religion,
class and who knows what else let the families go their
separate ways. When my mother died, my sister, Betty,
found an address for Kay's brother, Brian. Betty's
efforts to round out her 'family tree' led her to Kay.
Betty had shared Kay's newsy response with me and my
news with Kay.
I have always enjoyed having a woman brush my arm with
her breast. 'Boob bump'. It's the idea that she makes
surreptitious erogenous contact as much as actual
touching that excites me. Blame the uneven and stepped
path, but Kay was my kind of woman; bumping as we
climbed the path.
Kay was short, about five foot two. She wore a Kelly
green silk blouse tucked into white shorts with strap
sandals. Her short bobbed brown hair framed a pixie
face.
I was informed that the bathroom was straight off the
landing at the top of the stairs and I was to use
Kevin's bedroom, first left off the landing.
"The family will start to arrive about six."
"I hope you're not going to a lot of trouble for me."
"No, this is our usual Friday night get-together, date-
night with young children. It will give you a chance to
meet them all. Except for Leanne, the youngest, she's
working on her Ph D in England."
I found drawers empty for my use, showered and came down
to find Kay in the kitchen preparing dinner.
"What can I do to help?"
"How are you with salads?"
"I do salad."
"The fixings are on the cutting board and the bottom
draw of the fridge. There will be eight adults and two
kids who will eat salad." While we worked, Kay filled me
in on the family. I had looked up names in Betty's
'tree', but knew nothing about any of them other than
Kay's original email to Betty.
While setting the table, Kay asked if I would mind
getting drinks for people as they arrived. "I like
guests to be treated that way." What was I in this
picture? "You'll find everything you need in the cabinet
in the living room. It'll be mostly G & T or white wine
this time of year. I serve the children too. Soft drinks
and juices with the wine are in the mini fridge."
I was handing Kay her G & T when I felt arms around my
hips, "Papa Joe, I love you." I looked down on wild
blond ringlets. I bent down and picked up a young lady
who threw her arms around my neck and hugged! After a
minute she lent back, looked at me and squealed, "Not
Papa Joe!" She pushed away from me. I turned to Kay who
opened her arms to take the child.
Kay was as startled as I but calmly comforted the little
girl by, "This is Mark. He is Nana Kay's cousin just
like Lorrie and Willy are your cousins. Say a nice hello
to Mark." Kay turned the girl to face me. "Mark this is
Liz."
Liz, with a window-wiper motion waved to me, "Mark".
Joe, Kay's husband, had died of cancer. When Betty
informed me, I sent a brief email of condolence to Kay,
our first direct contact in many years. She responded
with a lengthy email extolling Joe as community man,
husband and father, and candidly venting her loss. At
the time, it seemed very intimate to me. I had not known
Joe, nor Kay as an adult. Our subsequent occasional
emails took on the tone of an old friendship.
Liz wiggled down, grabbed my hand and pulled me toward
the living room, "Mummy, this is Mark. Nana Kay's
cousin. Not Papa Joe!"
After introductions to son Kevin and his wife Gwen and
drink orders taken, Kevin said, "Paul's still down on
the dock wanting to look through your yacht. Do you
mind?"
"How do you feel about him being on a boat alone?"
"Paul races a 14 footer. He's been around boats all his
life. He's ok."
"Sure, tell him to go ahead. Maybe I can take him out
for a sail this weekend."
"You'd be his hero forever," said Gwen. From the porch,
we saw Paul wave, climb aboard and disappear below. I
spotted a run-about tied to the inside of the dock.
That's why I didn't hear Liz and family arrive by car.
The house was full of chattering people and running
kids. I was busy with introductions, getting drinks,
keeping up with several conversations and answering
questions, particularly those Paul peppered at me.
The women brought the serving dishes to the table and
people gravitated to their usual places. Kevin said to
me, "Mark, sit at the head of the table."
Wendy, Kay's daughter guffawed, "Kev just wants you to
carve."
"Joe did such a nice job carving and serving," said
Gwen. "After all these months we still laugh at Kevin's
efforts. He doesn't have his father's touch."
There at the head of the table was a stack of plates, a
leg of lamb and a carving set. Sharpening a knife on a
steel, I can handle, but carve a leg of lamb, with bone?
My mind raced. Years ago I saw a carving illustration in
a cook book, I'm sure.
Kay settled my fate, "I think it would be nice for Mark
to sit at the head." As the last plate was passed there
was applause.
"You better stay and save Kevin's from his weekly
humiliation," Wendy's twin, Thomas, said.
Dinner was an endless happy babble. The two daughters-
in-law sat each side of me. Different as chalk and
cheese. Heather was a Rubenesque earth-mother dressed in
flower-child 'rags' of many colors. Gwen was tall, slim
– looked like she ran five miles a day – dressed in fine
'threads' and showed a little cleavage framed by the
edge of a lacy bra. Heather was flowery and flirtatious.
Gwen was direct, insightful and a little reserved.
Heather said, "I guess the rest of the family knows, but
how did you and Kay get together?"
She was not the only curious one, for there was a hush.
"It's no mystery. My sister, Betty, told Kay that I had
retired and had set out to cruise my boat – wherever it
took me." I smiled at Kay. "Kay emailed insisting I stop
in when I got to this part of the world. So, here I am,
getting to know Kay and her wonderful family." I raised
my glass in toast to them all. "When I arrived up north
I phoned and Kay repeated her invitation. I'm glad I
took her up on it." And, of course, more questions.
Later Gwen said, "Kay tells me you're in Kevin's old
room. I hope the walls keep their secrets." She smiled
at Kevin, "We had some wild times in there."
Kay took an interest, "Oh really? I'd like to hear about
that."
"No you wouldn't, I assure you, Mother," quickly Kevin
said.
Upstairs is laid out with two bedrooms on each side of
the stair and bath area across the head of the stairway;
presumably, boys on one side and girls the other. There
is a vanity and toilet with separate entrances on each
side, and between, a tub and shower area entered from
each toilet. To Kevin I said, "Well maybe you could tell
us the secrets of the bathroom." Talk about dropping a
cat into the pigeon coop.
Wendy's face literally lost color. Looking from Thomas
to Kevin she hissed, "Who told him?" Then to Kay, "Did
you?"
"Dear, I don't have the foggiest idea what you're
talking about, so I certainly didn't tell Mark
anything."
Thomas, looking meaningfully at his daughter, Lorrie,
said, "I think this should wait for later."
Kay rose and asked Heather to help with dessert. As they
finished eating, each of the children politely excused
himself from the table. Except Liz, that is, who had
climbed into my lap and in proud princess style surveyed
the table. Just a word from Gwen sent her scurrying off
to play with the other kids.
As soon as coffee was served, Wendy turned to me and
demanded, "How did you know about the bathroom? Who told
you?" Kevin and Thomas looked a bit uncomfortable, but I
guess they knew Wendy wouldn't drop the subject. Toby,
Wendy's husband, and the other women were clearly
curious.
"Short or long answer?" using my most mysterious voice.
"Short."
"I just guessed." I smiled. Some sighs of relief and
some laughter.
Wendy relaxed and sat back, "That's alright then. You
don't know anything."
"No way Wendy. After all the fuss, you've got to tell
all NOW." Gwen demanded. Wendy just smugly smiled at
Gwen, who turned to Kevin, "What's she going on about."
"I took a blood oath not to tell."
"There'll be no wild times in your bed tonight mister,"
Gwen joked.
"Mark, what was the long answer?" Toby wanted to know.
Thinking maybe the subject should be dropped I hesitated
and looked around the table. Kevin, Wendy and Thomas
were stony-faced. The rest were eager.
"This is fun. We haven't had a good family story or
secret in months. The floor is yours, Mark," smiled Kay.
"Well, years ago I had a friend who, with his sister,
shared a bathroom arrangement similar to yours upstairs.
To compress and avoid the salacious details, let's just
say that an accidental encounter turned into a way for
them to satisfy their curiosity about each other and the
opposite sex, and I think most importantly, to tease
each other. I just guessed you guys may have had a
similar experience. I never dreamt I could get a rise
like Wendy's reaction."
Heather looked over at Thomas, "Was it like that with
you guys?"
Thomas took a minute to clear his throat, looked
nervously around and finally at Heather, "It started
with Leanne. She..."
Gwen cut in, "Sure, blame the youngest and she's not
even here to defend herself."
"But he's right," said Kevin. "She was always running
late and she'd get in the shower with whoever was in it
when she arrived; me, Thomas or Wendy. It started before
we moved into this house. Mum, you remember she even did
it to Dad a couple of times."
"She was just a little kid then," defended Kay.
"A little kid who liked to play with my prick!" blurted
Thomas. "No matter what I did or said, a few days later
she'd be back fondling me in the shower, again. If I
locked the door on the girl's side, she'd just come
round through the boy's door. I'd count sheep, do
quadratic equations in my head, anything, but I'd still
get an erection. That just spurred her on. Leanne loved
to play with my dick."
Heather, pretending sweetness, said, "Well, you still
love that," to the amusement of all.
"And she loved to fondle my tits and tweak my nipples.
She nagged me incessantly about when her breasts would
be as big as mine." Wendy gave a wry laugh and added,
"She doesn't have that worry anymore!"
"Sometimes I could scratch her eyes out. Her boobs are
as big as mine and her hips are half my size,"
complained Heather.
"I just know there's more to this story," said Toby.
Wendy and Kevin looked to Thomas. "Well one day I was in
the shower, still only half awake, fantasizing about
Leanne playing with my... and masturbating."
Kay laughed, "Do I need to hear this?"
Thomas went on, "Of course, Leanne burst in on me. I
thought, 'Oh shit, what do I do now?' Sorry Mum. Leanne
jumped for joy, delighted with a ready-made hard-on,
'Let me do it,' and grabbed my prick." Thomas sighed,
"That was more than I could manage my fantasy in real
life, my naked little sister pumping my cock; I
erupted...right on her. She was thrilled. She rubbed my
spunk all over her body. She jabbered away about how
awesome it was and wanted me to do it again, right then.
I tried to explain it didn't work that way." We all
chuckled.
"The next morning it was my turn, I guess," Kevin took
up the tale. "Leanne arrived in the shower and
immediately grabbed me and started to pump. I tried to
push her off and asked what she was doing. 'I want to
make you spurt on me, Thomas did,' she said. I thought,
what the hell had he been up to? There I was, a healthy
16 year old being jacked off by his cute naked little
sister. It was hard to resist. Before she had fondled
me, that day she was pumping. No one had ever done that
to me. I didn't ejaculate, but I still remember how good
it felt."
"A couple of days later I was washing her hair and
Leanne was playing with my tits, as usual, and she was
chattering away when I realized she was telling me about
Thomas performing in the shower. At school I had heard
talk about 'hard-ons' and 'jacking off' but I had never
seen an erection or ejaculation and hadn't seen a boy's
penis in years. Leanne wanted to show me and I was
curious, so next morning while Thomas was in the shower
I let her haul me in with her. It was crowded in the
shower and we startled Thomas, but Leanne took his
prick, pointed it at me, started rubbing it up and down
and said, 'Spurt on Wendy like you did to me, she'll
love it.'" Wendy looked at Thomas with a silly grin,
"And he did."
"Wendy's my twin. We had shared a lot together. But I
hadn't seen her naked since we bathed together as six or
seven year olds. As she developed, I fantasized about
her every day and tried to peek at her boobs. Apart from
squirt Leanne, I hadn't even seen a real live girl
without clothes. So when Wendy burst into the shower
that morning I was instantly erect and with only a
little help from Leanne and with Wendy ordering me to
show her what I could do, I came very quickly."
"Thomas, my darling, you frequently still do," joked
Heather. We all laughed as Thomas reddened.
Kevin went on with the saga, "That same night, Thomas,
Wendy and Leanne came to my room and told me what had
happened. And very matter-of-factly Wendy announced that
she and Leanne were going to shower with me the next
morning! Leanne added, 'This time you will squirt on
both of us.' Between being turned on by the thought of
my two beautiful sisters being nude in the shower with
me and the dread of flubbing my command performance, I
didn't get much sleep that night."
In her most salacious voice Wendy said, "Oh he performed
very well." Laughter, again.
Kevin added, "From then on the doors to the bathroom
were seldom closed and showering and bathing together
was the order of the day. Many good times were had by
all. For what good it did, we swore never to tell."
As Kevin was talking, Liz climbed into my lap and
snuggled down.
Gwen said, "It's time to get the kids home."
Kay stood with, "Enough excitement for one night."
After the surprisingly warm hugs, kisses and handshakes
of 'Good bye', Kay and I were in the kitchen cleaning up
and reliving the high points of the evening. I
apologized for raising the bathroom issue and hoped I
hadn't created any awkwardness.
Kay turned to me with a big grin, "I loved it. Don't
even think of feeling badly.
"Mark, that's what families are about; secrets,
remembering, telling stories and sharing. Wouldn't you
love to be a fly on the wall of those three bedrooms
tonight. So many questions, explanations, accusations,
guilt, anger, hurt, make-up sex and love."
Kay turned to me and with sudsy gloves put her arms
around me in a brief hug. "Just think of the new layers
of experience and love that are being forged in those
marriages and families tonight."
Back at the dishes, "I can just see Heather, in a
flowered flannel nightie, sitting up in bed, grilling
poor Thomas for every detail, wanting to know exactly
what he did with his sisters, faining outrage at his
perversion and secretly delighted by the naughtiness of
it."
Kay was lost in thought for a moment. She turned to me,
"I wonder just what they did do, to require an oath of
secrecy."
"Well certainly nothing that has scared them for life,
by what I saw tonight. They all seem well adjusted and
comfortable in their marriages."
"I think of them all, Gwen might have the toughest time
with it. She and Kevin started dating in high school.
While they each had a few dates with other people, I
don't think either has ever been involved with another
person,... except for Kevin with his sisters, that is."
As an afterthought, Kay added, "Gwen can be a little
uptight, compared to the others."
I offered, "I got the impression Wendy wears the pants
in her relationship, but Toby quietly holds his own, a
good match of opposites."
Kay smiled at me, "You're so right. Toby will gently and
in general terms raise the subject somehow and Wendy
will bluster and tease Toby about wishing he had sisters
like her, or some such. Toby will weather Wendy's
pretended indifference and teasing and gradually bring
Wendy back to the subject of providing him enough
information to satisfy him that he understands what
happened between the kids and what it now means."
Looking wistfully at the dark through the window, Kay
said, "You know I can almost tell to the day when the
kids discovered each other in the bathroom. Joe and I
noticed the almost overnight change. They went from
being typical kids fussing and arguing with each other,
to being best buddies sharing and helping each other."
***
When I came down next morning there was a note saying
that Kay was at the gym, and to help myself to
breakfast.
Kay showed up a bit sweaty in a tight fitting exercise
outfit. My god; she was a grandmother of five and still
had the figure of a teen.
After settling on the porch with coffee and juice Kay
asked, "Do you by any chance have a tux with you on the
boat."
"Sorry, the best I can do is a blazer and tie. I could
rent a tux."
Kay disappeared and a few minutes later returned with a
garment bag, "Please try this on. It was Joe's." Except
for the waist being a bit loose, it fit perfectly.
"Mark, the club is having its annual dinner-dance
tonight and I was invited by an old friend to fill out
her table. Would you go with me?"
That afternoon Paul, Kevin, Toby and I sailed my boat
out in the harbor. Paul had a blast as 'skipper'
ordering us deckhands about. He got the hang of a bigger
boat quickly and really did a good job.
***
Joe's togs dressed me up very smartly. Snug shoes and
loose waist were my only reminders that they were not
mine.
Wendy had stayed to help her mother with hair and make-
up. When Kay emerged I was speechless. What a beautiful
woman. Basic black, halter top, some cleavage, fitted
bust, waist, hips and flowing skirt to the ankles,
strappy heels. I later learnt of a high split in the
skirt. A silver free-form pendant highlighted her
cleavage and she wore matched earrings.
Kay saved me by complementing me and, "The man even tied
his own tie. I always had to tie Joe's bow ties."
"This took me ten minutes, so maybe I should have called
for help. You look absolutely exquisite. May I take you
to the ball?" I sang.
As Toby helped Kay with her wrap, Wendy softly said to
me, "This is the first time Mum has gone to anything
like tonight since Dad got sick. Please make sure she
has a good time."
As I drove I said to Kay, "Don't forget I need
directions to the club. Fill me in on the procedures at
the club. Do we have tickets or invitations? How is the
bar handled? Cash or charge? Club rules I should know
about?"
"We are seated at Mimi McMann's table. Everything at the
table, wine etc is taken care of. Drinks from the bar,
charge to my number 005. No tipping. Dance with Mimi,
her husband Dan has bad legs." From the corner of my
eye, I saw Kay smile. "Dance with me, I like to dance.
You do dance, I hope?"
"I'm no Fred Astaire or Richard Greer, but I'll be
pleased to be your attentive servant. Membership number
five?"
"Joe was one of the founding organizers and served as
president for several terms."
"Wendy and Toby seemed to be ok today after last night's
revelations."
"She told me they talked late last night. Toby wanted
some details. The more they talked the hornier they both
got. Wendy said they ended up having the wildest sex
they've ever had. This morning they stayed in bed until
time for Toby to go sailing with you. I guess they also
talked about their attitude towards what their twins
might do in the years ahead." She turned and smiled at
me, "See, your bathroom story served a good cause.
Nothing beats great sex."
Surprised, I glanced over. Kay had turned away and I
swear I detected a rosy hue to her neck and cheeks.
"Madam's feeling a little frisky tonight?"
Ignoring my comment, Kay said, "I asked Wendy to check
to see if Gwen was ok. Gwen told her Kevin was closed
mouthed on the way home. She got mad at him and carried
out her threat. Made him sleep in the guest room. Wendy
apparently screamed at her something like, 'You didn't?'
Gwen laughed at Wendy and said, 'Yes I did, but I love
that man and couldn't stand doing that to him and went
and crawled in with him.' They apparently had a similar
arousing experience as Wendy and Toby had. Gwen and
Kevin got so carried away by their love-making they woke
Paul and had to explain to him why they were making so
much noise, in the guest room!
"Ah, we're here. Park over there." Kay pointed to a
spot.
Kay's presents at the club was obviously unexpected and
a minor sensation. Lots of people gushed over her and
assured her of their pleasure in seeing her. I was
astonished by how open, friendly and inclusive people
were with me. Mimi, our hostess, beamed at me, "I don't
know who or what you are, but anyone who can get Kay out
and looking as radiant as she does is my friend for
life." She then drew me to her ample self to hug and
kiss my cheek.
The dinner was good tasty and interesting food. It was
the annual officer change-over night. Between courses,
there were brief speeches and music for dancing. Mimi
demanded my first dance. She grilled me about my
background and intentions, and instructed me on how
special Kay was and the penalties for mistreating her.
When the music for the second dance started as a waltz,
Kay bounced up, "Let's dance." Well, there is magic. It
was as if we had danced together for years. Kay was so
light on her feet she seemed to glide. She sensed where
I would go and what I would do. Her graceful following
made my leading seem effortless. As we walked back to
the table, Kay took my arm over her shoulder and
snuggled close and whispered, "I love you. We were the
best looking couple on the floor." Threading through the
tables several people said just that to Kay, and she
beamed.
As coffee was being served the new president stood, "And
finally, the most important item tonight. Kay Matthews
is with us. Kay we want you to know you are always
welcome among us. Kay, will you and your companion Mark
Frazer please stand." Applause broke out as we stood.
Numerous people around the room stood to clap. Kay
braved it but finally started to weep. Not having a
handkerchief, I handed Kay a napkin to mop her tears. An
emotional moment.
Kay accepted several invitations to dance. I worked my
way around our table. Always the same. We're so glad Kay
came out. You've made her look so happy. Take good care
of her. When the music warranted Kay and I danced
ballroom style, if not we just got 'down and dirty'. Kay
enjoyed getting close and rubbing together. A couple of
times I suspected she was trying to tease an erection
from me.
Late in the night the band started a tango. Kay swung to
me, "You tango?"
"Years ago." Actually, I had several trips to Argentina
and took lessons to fill time between business sessions.
From the start Kay wantonly leant into me, taunting me
to the flagrantly sensual form of the dance. It was as
if we'd had the same teacher. She knew my moves and I
sensed her moods of submission and defiance. Remember
the split in her skirt. She used the freedom to wrap her
leg around mine and to ride my thigh. She also used it
to step toward me, sink low and with her back foot
trailing way behind allow me to draw her across the
floor. Kay played the real hussy. We were overtly
sensual as only the tango can be. Mostly we formed such
lines, moved with such rhythm and grace that we were
beauty in motion. It felt that way to me. By the end of
the dance we had the floor to ourselves. People standing
around the floor applauded. Kay blushed and then
curtseyed to the crowd. When we returned to the table,
Mimi said, "Two applauses in one night, you out did
yourself, girl."
The last dance was the typical low lights slow dance.
Kay clung. A cozy experience.
On the way home I said, "Well my dear, you had quite a
night. Everyone was clearly pleased to see you and the
president's complement was very special."
"It was for Joe. He did a lot for the club over the
years."
"Maybe, but it was also for you. You're obviously held
in high regard by a lot of people and I'm sure over the
years you've also done a lot for people and the club. I
was proud to be with you. And I enjoyed dancing with
you. We made quite a couple on the floor"
"I've always enjoyed dancing. I'd drive poor Joe to
exhaustion. But, I've never felt like I felt tonight.
When we waltzed we were on a cloud. Our west coast swing
pepped up the crowd. That tango! We were so naughty.
It's a wonder the committee didn't throw us out. I was
tingling all over. I wanted to flaunt myself. I don't
think there was much of my legs and maybe my privates
that didn't get seen. I loved showing off. Mark you were
so good on the floor. I felt safe. I thought I could do
anything and you would be there to guide or catch me.
You made me look good. Thanks for making this a
wonderful night for me." Kay leant over and hugged my
arm.
"I must say, Kay, I was astounded tonight by how open
and friendly everyone was with me. They made me feel
like I had been around for years."
Kay reach over and squeezed again, "You don't get it do
you? You remind people of Joe. The moment I saw you on
the dock, the way you just became part of my family last
night; Kevin deferring to you, Wendy bullying you, Liz
climbing into your lap, you treating Paul like he
mattered and teasing the twins as if you couldn't tell
them apart – a boy and a girl for goodness sake – your
help in the kitchen.
"At the club, you let me be the queen bee, but you were
always attentive, keeping track of conversations and
stepping in to keep things moving along, you mingled
with my friends with such ease. Mark, you're so like
Joe. Oh, your face is different, but your build and
mannerisms and your easy gracious way with people remind
us of Joe."
As we walked from the car Kay asked, "Would you like a
nightcap?"
"Kay I had plenty at the club. That tango left me high.
No thanks."
***
As I turned from closing the door Kay reached up and
undid my bowtie, opened the button of my shirt and
pushed the jacket from my shoulders. She threw the
jacket to a chair and then with her back to me,
commanded, "Unzip me." Dutifully I complied. Kay then
reached up, undid the clasp at the nape of her neck and
let her dress slide down over her hips and stepped out
of it. Throwing it to the chair with my jacket, Kay
turned, took my hand and started toward her bedroom.
I've already said Kay's a beautiful woman. Within arm's
length was this gorgeous woman smiling enticingly at me;
with a silver pendant dangled between her breasts; in a
black lacy demi bra so soft and sheer it revealed her
erect nipples; wearing black patterned pantyhose which
also revealed her ample pubic growth; wearing black open
heels; and leading me to her bed.
I hesitated, looked quizzically at Kay, "Are you sure?"
Exasperation clearly in her voice, Kay answered,
"Mister, you have treated me like a princess all night,
you've looked adoringly at me, on the dance floor you
have poked that thing of yours at me, and that tango,
your dancing made me so wanton I could have stripped
stark naked in front of the whole crowd and been proud
of it. You've already charmed the knickers off me.
Sure?!" Kay took a sighing breath. More calmly, "I
haven't been touched by a man in more the three years.
Joe was too sick. Before I get too old to enjoy it, just
once, I want to get laid and have my brains fucked out.
Tonight's the night and you're the man!"
Kay, still holding my hand pulled toward the bed. I
pulled her back into my arms, lifted her chin and
kissed. Like everything else we had done, our kisses
were natural and smooth. No awkwardness of noses getting
in the way or the like. Our kissing became deep and
explorative. My erection, already in the works since Kay
dropped her dress, took on new urgency. Kay pushed away,
grinned up at me, "There you go, poking me again."
"If you think that was a poke, just wait, there are more
'pokes' to come!"
We walked arm in arm to her bedroom. I sat Kay on the
foot of the bed and started to undress before her. She
candidly watched. Naked, I approached her, kissed her on
the eyes, nose, lips and neck; knelt and removed her
shoes.
"May I touch?" She reached toward my excited prick.
"If you like," I answered as I unclasped her pendant
and, with a little difficulty removed her earrings. She
ran her hands up the back of my legs, across my butt and
around to fondle my now serious boner and my balls. As I
reached past her to put her jewelry on a night stand,
she ran her lips along my cock. I clenched. Not fair, I
was already erect; it felt so good, it hurt.
With an arm around her shoulders and one under her
knees, I lifted Kay up the bed. She sat up and started
to remove her hose. "No, I'll do it." (I should have let
her. Removing pantyhose from a woman with finesse and
grace is not an easy task.)
We lay together, Kay in my arms. We kissed, deeply,
tongues exploring, our space, taste, texture and
resistance. The sense of flavor remains with me to this
day. We nuzzled, pecked, licked and breathed each other.
Across her face, down her neck, around her ears, through
her hair and about her chest, I roamed. And we kissed
some more. The hand of my free arm teased Kay's hair,
arm, shoulders, back, and over her hose, her butt, cheek
and cheek and down the back of her thigh. Her fingers
danced in my chest curls and plucked my nipples.
I eased up onto my knees and with fingers on each side I
gently traced around Kay's beautiful body. Then with
fingers and palms I softly explored her landscape. Kay
ever so lightly scratched my chest and belly. She
fondled my cock and balls. We murmured to each other. We
kissed. I slowly and gradually rolled down her hose. By
the time her pubic hair was half exposed she was
rhythmically raising her hips. I teased her thatch with
my breath and lips. When she was finally exposed, I
lowered my lips toward her center and waited. When she
thrust up I planted a single 'chaste' kiss at the top of
her pussy. "Nice girls I know usually wear panties." She
slapped me. As I slid her hose down her legs, I
commented on her fine tone and musculature. She danced
her nails upon my back.
We lay together and kissed. My free hand wondered over
her side, her stomach, hips and thighs. As my hand
crossed her upper thighs Kay raised her knees and spread
those thighs. My hand spent more time in her pubic hair,
on inner thighs and outer lips. Whenever my hand came
close she would raise her hips to press into my
wandering and teasing hand. More and more my fingers
played around her outer lips and into her slit.
"You got something planned? You're all moist and sticky
down here."
Can you believe she slapped me, again?
"I'm not a young woman anymore. I wondered if I would
need to use a lubricant. Guess not. Just our waltz made
my juices flow. I've been squishy since you told me I
was exquisite."
As I repeatedly ran my finger along her slit, Kay opened
wider and wider, until my finger was tripping on the
opening of her vagina. With each passage through her
lips my finger lingered longer and deeper in her. And
moist she was. We continued to kiss and nibble. Finally,
there seemed no point in withdrawing my finger.
Seemingly of its own will, my finger sank deeply into
Kay, bent upward, and in time with her hip rising
started its own motion of sinking in and up, relax and
again in and up. When I pressed the heel of my thumb
against her hood with this rhythmic motion Kay started a
quiet little cry deep in her throat.
I gradually increased the rate of my finger's thrusting
into Kay. Her throaty cries intensified. The ball of my
hand against her clit, my finger thrusting in her vagina
and the tip of my finger against the inner wall, all
moving in rapid motion, intensified Kay's throaty cries.
Suddenly, her cry was a single, "Arrrrk!" Kay slammed
her legs together locking my hand in place, drew up her
knees, hunched into my chest and shuddered all over. She
quivered against me in my arms for minutes. Very slowly
she relaxed.
Finally, Kay rolled away from me onto her back and
stretched, legs extended and arms above her head, and
smiled a satisfied feline smile.
Kay reached up and drew me down to be kissed. I lifted
her to a sitting position and reaching around, unhooked
her bra and lifted it off her arms. Laid out again, I
lazily scanned the full length of this beautiful woman.
Bright eyes, full generous lips, graceful neck, not
large but surprisingly full breasts, full almost puffy
dark nipples showed signs of use, almost flat stomach
with slight stretch marks, ample dark brown hair,
inflamed protruding outer lips, tapered firm legs, and
delicate feet; not a teenager, but certainly, a
beautiful mature woman.
I knelt beside Kay and my hands worshiped her; from head
to toe, from finger tip to finger tip, from pussy to
tongue, from breast to breast. More and more my hands
drifted across and around her mounds, petting,
caressing, fondling and teasing her nipples. From their
puffy base those nipples stood firm and erect just
begging for attention. I bent to lick, kiss and suckle
them, over and over again. My homage drew murmurs of
contentment. I bent to kiss her lips.
I eased down beside this beauty. I slid an arm under her
back so that I could reach her far breast and nipple.
With my other hand I eased her legs apart and dredged
her lips. My finger sought the moistness of Kay's inner
lips and vagina. With that moist finger I hunted for her
clit and finding, gently circled and caressed it, time
and time again.
My kisses drifted from lips, to chin, to neck, to chest,
to breast and to nipple. So there we were; Kay with one
hand in my hair, another rubbing my back, her murmurs
and tongue in my ear; and me with a finger circling her
clit, another circling and tweaking a nipple and my
mouth tonguing, kissing and suckling the other breast.
Slowly I sped up my ministrations. Kay groaned, "Oh...
You devil." With her knees wide apart, she drew them up
to my shoulder, lifting her feet off the bed.
She drove her tongue into my ear. Leaving gentle behind
I increased the pressure on her clit and nipples and the
tempo of my attention to them. With her knees up Kay
rocked back and forth all the while moaning. All at
once, she bit my ear, by my hair yanked my mouth from
her breast, clamped her legs closed, roared, "You are a
devil!" curled in a fetal ball, huddled against me and
shook.
I cocooned her. She snuggled. As before, she slowly
relaxed, rolled out and in her satisfied way, stretched,
then reached to bring me to be kissed. And kiss we did.
I kissed my way across and down my altar of beauty until
my lips and nose were buried in her verdant patch. The
aroma alone was enough to stiffen any prick. Mine
certainly. I eased my way round to between her legs and
kissed and lapped my way up her inner thighs. When I
finally arrived I slid my tongue the length of the slit
between her lips. Kay rose up on her elbows, "No, not
that. You can't like it."
"Yes, that. I love it, my dear! Now lie back and dream
of exotic places and magical lovers." By tongue I
explored every nook and cranny of her secret place. I
thrust my tongue into her vagina and slurped her elixir.
My tongue travelled her magic cave from south to north
ending by rippling across her clit, numerous times. I
reached my hands under Kay's butt cheeks and kneaded,
while raising and opening her to meet the tender loving
of my tongue and lips. My tongue circled and circled her
clit, raising and slipping under the hood. Kay began to
whimper.
By raising her legs, I was able to reach around to her
breasts. I could now kiss and lap her clit at the same
time as I caressed and fondled her breasts and stroked
and teased her nipples.
With her thighs against my ears I barely heard Kay say,
"You really are evil." I sucked harder and lapped more
rapidly. I was rougher on her nipples. I swear I felt
her breast warm and her nipples harden and distend. Her
abs rhythmically contracted. Then my head was caught,
like a nut in a nut cracker, between her thighs. Her
arms locked my hands immovable. Her hands yanked my hair
so my head, already in a vise, could not escape. And we
shook. My head was jiggled up and down, side to side.
When finally the vise opened, with a parting peck, I
kissed my way north through her bush. Kay said, "God,
you are the devil. How dare you do that to me, make me
feel that way?" Kay playfully slapped my shoulder. "You
are a very BAD man! My mother warned me about men like
you. They can lead a girl astray." By this time I had
reached her navel where my tongue dwelt, kissing and
lapping.
This night had been an endless turn on; beautiful Kay,
good wine, wonderful company, erotic dancing, Kay
disrobing, and now hours of love making. My prick was so
engorged and throbbing I feared I would not be able to
sustain intercourse action for long enough to satisfy
her.
I had worked my way up to sharing kisses with Kay. She
extravagantly kissed and licked her juices from my lips
and face.
In the process of moving up Kay, I had been able to lay
my inflamed cock along Kay's gapping pussy. As we kissed
I slid my cock back and forth. Occasionally, the head of
my cock would be trapped by her hood and pressure her
clit. Nice spasms. Once in a while I would allow my head
to linger, as if trapped, at her vaginal hole, and then
slid on. When Kay caught on to my tease she hissed, "You
devil". Next time by, she worked her hips to try to
capture my cock. Mr. Cock escaped to visit good friend
Mistress Clit, yet again.
"Listen, Mister, you promised me a poke. If you don't
POKE me pretty damn soon, I'm out to the garden shed for
pruning shears and I'll be back to do some lopping of
your limbs! NOW POKE me... please."
What's a man to do? I slid in so easily. About half way,
that is. Then I felt her vaginal muscles tightening
around my cock. By the time I was deep in her, she was
clamped around me. This was not just a tight pussy, I
couldn't move. I rested, thinking, if that's possible
with your cock buried to the hilt in a beautiful woman.
Experimentally, I tried deeper, withdrawal. No give.
Clamped on me, Kay moved also. "My god, what do you
women do at that gym?"
"Self defense." Kay slapped my hind cheek. "What are you
going to do now you teasing little twerp?"
"Be a good boy and poke you?"
Kay's trick was a great one but it required a lot of
muscular effort. I could sense her gradually loosening
her grip on me. (I'd been squeezed before but never held
so tightly.) Kay drew me down to tenderly kiss. She
whispered to me, "Just love me." She released.
I'll swear, we were even juicier than before. I easily
slid out and in to a slow gentle rhythm. Kay wrapped her
legs across my back and her arms around my neck. She was
as much suspended from me as lying on the bed. She
swayed with my thrusting motion.
I needn't have worried about PE. Very soon Kay's vagina
again tightened about my prick. This time she throbbed
on and off. Her moan became a keening call. She pulled
herself up hard against me, legs and arms tight, pubis
to groin, stomach to stomach, breasts to chest, lips to
lips. Kay cried out an animal howl. With gasping breath
Kay clung to me and shuddered for what seemed ages.
Then she relaxed and let herself down, urgently saying,
"Stay in me, don't come out." I followed her down to the
mattress, in place. With her heels on my butt Kay urged
me into action. About three deep strokes later I
delivered the flood of my pent up excitement into my
Cousin Kay. Spurt upon spurt.
She wouldn't let me roll off. She wanted me to stay on
and in her.
***
Sometime later our half sleep was disturbed by slips of
her relaxing cunt and my shrinking penis. Kay murmured,
"I love you, Joe. I've missed you so much."
***
Kay nudged me from my half dream, half awake drift, "Did
you hear something?" Sunlight streamed in through the
window.
"Oh my gawdddd!!" Wendy shrieked from the open doorway.
Kay sat bolt upright. I pulled the sheet over my head.
"Wait 'til I tell the guys about this!" With a
completely unexpected thump, Wendy landed full length on
me. She rained kisses on my head through the sheet, "I
love you!" She pulled the sheet off my face. "Look at
Mum, sitting up there naked as a jaybird and proud as
the Queen of Sheba!" She planted another kiss on my
lips. "What a man!"
Wendy rolled off me and roughly hugged Kay, again
planting kisses all over her face.
Finally, Wendy sat up cross legged in the middle of the
bed. "I just couldn't wait. I had to come over to find
out how things went last night. Guess I already know."
She thumped my chest. Then to Kay, "Tell all, don't
leave out a thing. Shall I call Gwen and Heath to come
over?"
THE END
© 2010, 2012 Balmain
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