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Chuck and Monica
by Dirty Old Man (no address provided)
***
Chuck and Monica were cousins who grew up next door to
each other on their grandparent's farm. Then Chuck
moved away. A few years later, he gets to spend the
summer. (mf-teens, youths, inc, 1st, mast, oral)
***
Monica said: Chuck was the first boy I ever kissed. Oh,
I don't remember it. We were too young. Mom has pictures
of us kissing when we were toddlers.
Chuck said: Monica was my best friend. As a small child,
I wanted to spend every waking moment with her.
Monica said: I don't suppose our hugging and kissing as
toddlers counts as anything sexual, but what we did when
we were pre-teens sure does! His was the first dick I
ever saw.
Chuck says: I remember the first time I saw her tit. It
was the summer we were 10.
We both lived on our grandparents farm. Grandma and
Grandpa lived in the main house, and we were raised in
houses flanking the main house. We'd often meet by our
grandparents house and ride our bikes up and down the
driveways hell-bent for leather, racing each other until
we were worn out.
Monica said: I'd started to grow up that summer. My tits
were just starting to grow, although they really hadn't
developed by this time. Just a slight swelling, and the
nipples and my brown spots had grown a little. But I
wanted someone, anyone, to look at me. To touch me. I
didn't know what I wanted; I just wanted attention. So I
hatched a plan, and it worked out better than I planned.
It was the late summer, probably in the middle of the
week. I do remember that school was starting soon. I put
on one of my oldest jumpers, and went out to ride my
bicycle. Sure enough, within a few minutes, Chuck showed
up and we started playing. I said, "Chuck, you can't
pass me today, my top keeps slipping down."
Chuck said: I said, "OK," and immediately forgot about
it.
Monica said: It seemed like forever, but I think it took
him no more than two minutes.
Chuck said: We rode around the barn, and she slowed down
a little, so I whipped around her. As I passed her, I
looked at her. Her top had slipped a little, just like
she said. And there it was. Her tit wasn't big. It was
hardly more than a bump. But it was a tit. Even at 10, I
knew what a tit was. And it was a fabulous sight. The
brown spot was about the size of a quarter, and the
nipple was smaller than a pencil eraser, but IT WAS A
TIT! I went past her staring at it.
There was a strange look on her face, which I couldn't
quite figure out, but I wasn't interested in her face.
I'd seen her tit! I almost crashed into a tree stump by
the driveway staring at her! I saw her shrug up the top
as we came around the barn. I wanted to take her back
behind the barn and... and... and... something! I didn't
know what! But I wanted to do whatever is was that I
wanted to do!
Monica said: So far, so good. He'd seen my tit. I'd made
sure he got a real good look. I just didn't know what to
do next.
Chuck said: But I hatched a plan. I hadn't started to
physically change at the time, but I had noticed Monica
was a girl, and that girls were different than guys. I
let her pass me as we rode past Grandma and Grandpa's
house, then we turned around. As we went behind the barn
again, I shot past her. This time, her top was up, so I
didn't get to see her tit. I was a little disappointed,
but I knew what to do.
I slammed my foot back, locking the rear wheel, and slid
to a stop. Monica stopped beside me. "I gotta go pee,
Monica," I said. "I'm going into the machine shed. Don't
you follow me. Understand?"
Monica said: Oh, I understood, all right!
Chuck said: I went into the machine shed, where Grandpa
parked his tractors and other farm machinery. Pulling my
T-shirt up under my chin, I dropped my shorts to my
ankles. Quickly, a warm stream of urine flowed from my
body. I looked up. Sure enough, there was Monica,
peeking around the corner.
Monica said: I basically knew what a dick looked like.
It was just nice seeing one.
I knew I wanted to do something, touch him, have him
touch me, anything! I just didn't know what!
Chuck said: I didn't know what I wanted, either. I just
wanted. We kept flashing each other for the rest of the
day. I'll bet I passed her a dozen times that day. And I
had to pee a good six or seven times.
Monica said: School started the following week. We rode
bicycles at Grandpa's house after that, but we never had
our peep show again. I wish I knew why.
Chuck said: That winter, Dad got a new job, and we moved
away. I missed Monica. She was my best friend.
Monica said: I really was sad when Chuck moved away.
It's easy to say someone is your best friend, but he
really was. We'd sit and talk for hours. Play games. All
kinds of best friend things. We stood up for each other.
If someone said something bad about one of us, the other
one would give them hell.
Chuck said: I got into a couple fights by protecting
Monica.
Monica said: We were more than friends. We were nearly
brother and sister. Maybe more.
Chuck said: We got back the next two summers when
Grandpa died, then when Grandma died. I got to see her
for only a couple minutes each time. We didn't get an
opportunity to flash each other.
Monica said: I always thought Chuck was good looking.
Even if he was my cousin. But when I saw him at each
funeral, he was a little more grown up, a little more
developed, maybe ... maybe a little better looking
Chuck said: The first thing I noticed when we went back
for Grandpa's funeral was that Monica had tits! The
front of her blouse was pushed out a little bit. Oh, how
I wanted to go back to the machine shed again. Then, at
Grandma's funeral, the front of her shirt was well-
filled out. Again, nothing was meant to be.
Monica said: I didn't even know myself why, but I just
wanted to look as pretty as possible for Chuck. I was
just so happy to see him. And he was pleased to see me,
too.
Chuck said: We didn't get to see each other over the
next couple years. Dad's job didn't let us get back
"home," but Mom and Dad and Uncle Paul and Aunt Marge
let me talk to Monica on the phone once in a while. And
we wrote each other letters.
Monica said: The Christmas we were 14 was a special
Christmas. We went to the midnight services at the
church, then I was allowed to open one present. I think
I disappointed Mom and Dad. I didn't pick the one they
wanted me to pick. I opened a new pair of jeans.
Chuck said: My Christmas Eve present was a new pair of
cowboy boots.
So Mom and Dad held out the smallest present for last. I
opened it. Inside was a small slip of paper. "What's
this?" I asked.
Monica said: The last present was a tiny box. I saw a
small slip of paper inside. "What's this?" I asked.
"Go ahead and read it," Dad said.
Chuck said: "You can read," Mom said.
So I read it. "The bearer of this certificate will spend
from June 10 until August 25 with Aunt Marge, Uncle Paul
and Monica."
Monica said: So I read it: "The bearer of this
certificate has to entertain one Mr. Chuck Willoughby
for the period of time beginning June 10, expiring on
August 25, 1984."
A grin spread quickly across my face "Chuck's gonna
spend the summer here? That's... That's... That's the
best Christmas present EVER!"
Chuck said: My brother Dave was jealous. He really
didn't remember living on the farm all that well, and he
admitted that he hardly knew Monica, or Uncle Paul, and
Aunt Marge, for that matter. It was just the fact that I
was doing something and he couldn't. He was jealous,
that is, until I pointed out that he'd have the house to
himself, with no older brother to get into his shit.
June 10th couldn't get here fast enough. Not just to get
back home, which was great. I wanted to see Monica. When
we talked later that day, it was all we could talk
about.
Monica said: I'm surprised I did as well in school as I
did that second semester. All I could think about was
Chuck spending the summer with us. Me, actually.
When that Saturday finally arrived, I got dressed
carefully. I wanted to look as pretty as possible for
Chuck, but I didn't want to be ... I don't know,
overdressed, I guess is the word I'm looking for. I
didn't know why, I just wanted to look as nice as
possible for Chuck.
Finally, Uncle Charlie and Aunt Betty's van pulled into
our driveway. I stood beside Mom and Dad as it pulled
in. Uncle Charlie looked older than I remembered. Then,
this good-looking hunk climbed out of the back. He was a
few inches taller than me, but he had dark wavy hair,
piercing blue eyes, the beginnings of a broad chest, and
a flat tummy. My eyes widened and a smile crept across
my face as I walked toward him. "Are you Chuck?"
Chuck said: I got out of the van, and the first thing I
saw was this little babe approaching me. A couple inches
shorter than me, she had straight blond hair with bangs
that reached deep-set dark blue eyes She had a little
pert nose, and full lips. But what really got my
attention was just a little lower. Her tight T-shirt
struggled to keep her large, firm-looking tits inside.
To my 15-year-old eyes, they looked perfect. Below that
was a flat, sexy stomach and flaring hips. "You aren't
Monica, are you?" I asked.
Monica said: I couldn't get to Chuck fast enough. When
he hugged me, he picked me up off the ground and whirled
me around. It was so good to see him again. But, to feel
his body against mine, it created feelings I didn't
recall feeling before.
Chuck said: When she plastered herself against me, I
felt her big tits press against me. It was wonderful. I
had to be careful not to let her feel my hard on, which
sprang immediately to life. I was so happy to see her, I
wanted to kiss her. I wanted her to kiss me. But we
didn't.
Monica said: We moved into the farm house after Grandma
died. Chuck and I held hands as he carried his luggage
into the house. I showed him which of the six bedrooms
he'd be staying in during the summer. I sat on his bed
and we talked as he put away his clothes.
Chuck said: We didn't do a whole lot that weekend. Hung
around with Mom and Dad and Uncle Paul and Aunt Marge.
Dave acted bored the whole time. Mom and Dad left for
home after church on Sunday, and Uncle Paul showed me
what my chores would be. There weren't a lot. It was a
good sized farm, but not big enough to make a living on,
so they rented most of the land out and had other jobs
in town.
Monica said: Chuck and I didn't do a whole lot on Monday
while Mom and Dad were at work. I showed him around the
farm; we went swimming in the pond. It was nice seeing
him in his tight cutoffs and nothing else. We rented out
the house I had lived in when I was little, but the
other house was empty. The former tenants had moved out
in April, and we hadn't rented it to anyone yet, so we
looked around that house. It was clean, but empty.
Chuck said: About 11:00 Monday night, I decided to turn
in and started upstairs. Monica followed me. "Good
night, Chuck," she said behind me.
So I turned around and said, "Good night, Monica!"
Monica said: I don't know why I did it. Oh, I know why I
told him good night. I was going to bed, too. But, when
he turned around to say good night, he held out his
arms. So I stepped into them, and we hugged. I went to
kiss him on the cheek, like I had the night before.
Suddenly, he turned his head just slightly, and our lips
crashed together. We were kissing. Not just a quick,
cousin-like peck on the lips, but a real kiss. I sucked
on his lips like they were life-giving. I didn't want to
let him know how nice it was, so, after we broke apart,
I gave him another quick peck on the lips and scurried
into my bedroom.
Chuck said: Monica kissed me. Or, I kissed Monica.
Monica and I kissed. A good kiss. I just didn't want her
to know how much I enjoyed it, so after it was over, I
quickly gave her a little peck on the lips, and jumped
into my bedroom. Closing the door, I leaned against the
dresser. My hard cock was poking through the fly of my
pajamas.
Monica said: I closed the bedroom door and leaned
against it. There was a tingling in my pussy. Damn! That
kiss was nice! Feeling his body against mine, now that
was a great feeling. And I knew he liked it, too. I had
felt his dick get hard against me. Pulling back the bed
covers, I slipped off my nightgown and lay down. I
squeezed my tits, pinching my nipples. God, they were on
fire! My hand trailed down my belly. *Mm, Chuck,* I
thought to myself, *you feel so good. Kiss me again.* My
finger snaked through my thick brush of pubic hair.
"Mmm," a moan escaped my lips as my finger rubbed my wet
lips. An electric jolt shocked my body as I touched my
clit. I quickly rubbed myself, sliding a finger into my
slick, slippery cunt
Our kiss still burned in my mind. I could feel his lips
on mine. I wanted to feel that again! My ass bounced on
my bed as my fingers slipped in and out of my tight
hole. I wanted to feel his body against mine. I wanted
to feel his body on top of mine. As my fingers slid in
and out of my pussy, I imagined it to be the hard dick I
felt against me when we kissed. A strangled moan forced
itself past my lips. I felt a tightening begin,
centering on my pussy. Quickly it grew until suddenly,
all hell broke loose. Waves of pleasure burst over my
consciousness, like a tidal wave of lust. Liquid drooled
from my pussy as each spasm caused the next one to form.
Slowly, the waves eased, and finally subsided. I pulled
my dripping fingers from my pussy and sighed. "Wow!" I
whispered. "I haven't come like that in a long time!" I
wiped my hands on an old T-shirt, slipped my nightgown
back on, and was asleep, almost before my head hit the
pillow.
Chuck said: It was a real kiss. The feel of her lips on
mine, her body pressed against me, her arms around my
neck, my arms around her waist, her large tits against
me, her lips on mine. I looked down. My hard cock poked
through the fly in my pajamas. I realized that I didn't
care if she had seen it. She had to have felt it when we
kissed.
I could still feel her lips on mine. I yearned to feel
that again. I quickly stripped off my pajamas, found a
sock, and lay on my back. Slipping the sock over my
hard-on, I again felt her kiss, her tits, her body
pressed against me. I began to quickly stoke my hard
cock. I knew it wouldn't take me long. God, that kiss!
Had me on fire! My hand was a blur on my cock. The sock
felt so soft. Like Monica's lips. Her body pressed
against mine again, even if only in my mind. A quiet
moan forced itself past my lips. "Monica!" I softly
cried.
Faster and faster my hand stroked my cock. I felt a
familiar constriction in my balls Holding a pillow over
my face to muffle any noise I made, I exploded. Lights
blinked in my eyes as waves of horrendous pleasure
cascaded over me. Shot after shot of my hot, sticky goo
jetted from my dick into my sock. It took all my
concentration to not cry out. Soon, the feelings
subsided, and I collapsed on to my bed, exhausted.
Breathing a sigh of relief, I pulled my sticky, soaked
sock off my deflating cock, wiped off any vestigial
liquid, and threw it on the floor. Within seconds, I was
asleep. I didn't even bother turning off the lamp.
Monica said: It was about 8:00 when I woke up the next
morning. All I had thought about all night was that
kiss. How good it felt, pressing our bodies together,
his lips on mine, deeply kissing. I knew what I wanted.
I wanted to press our naked bodies together. I wanted to
feel him deep inside me. I dreamed about it all night
long, and when I awoke, my panties were sticky. I
dropped them in the dirty clothes hamper, went
downstairs and swigged milk from the carton. Mom and Dad
had already left for work. Dad had left a short list of
chores on the table.
Back upstairs, I noticed a dim light shining around
Chuck's door. Since his bedroom was on the west side of
the house, I guessed he was awake, too. So, I slowly
opened the door. Chuck was still asleep; he hadn't even
bothered to shut off his lamp.
Suddenly, I noticed HE WAS NAKED! One quick peek won't
hurt, I decided. He's asleep. He'll never know. We're
alone; no one else will ever know, either. I slipped
into his room and quietly crept across to the bed.
Chuck said: The last thing on my mind the night before
was fucking Monica. Thanks to the kiss, I knew I'd be
uncomfortable around her for at least a week, and
probably all summer. I'd known that I wanted to fuck her
as soon as I stepped out of the van. My cousin was a
babe! Then, we got along so well, like nothing had
changed in the four years we were apart. We were
together constantly, holding hands. We hugged quite a
few time, and feeling her firm, curvy body pressed again
mine was fantastic. Then we kissed. Wow!
Monica said: Yep. He was completely bare ass not a
stitch on butt naked. I looked at his face. He was a
good looking guy. His chest showed signs of muscular
development. Then, down his belly to what I was really
interested in. There it was, dark-skinned, wrinkly and,
well, short. Not very big. But infinitely interesting.
Our kiss the night before had awoken something in me. I
wanted something. And I knew what I wanted. I was afraid
to take the step needed, but I was afraid not to.
Unbidden, my hand reached out. Suddenly, Chuck moved. He
rolled so he was a little more flat on his back, arms
high on his chest, and his legs spread slightly wider. I
froze, petrified. What if he caught he in his bedroom,
my hand reaching for him? I stared at his face for
several seconds. Eyes closed, he smacked his lips once,
and rolled his head away from the lamp.
I stood stock still for a time, carefully watching him
for signs of him waking up, but he didn't move again.
Slowly, my hand began to move. My thighs were against
his bed. Finally, I touched his dick. The skin was soft
and warm and very pliable. It was only about an inch
long, and not much wider than a quarter. I touched his
scrotum, feeling the balls within it.
I pulled my hand back and stepped away from the bed, my
eyes never leaving my cousin's naked body. I knew I
should leave; I'd had my peek, my fun; I should let him
sleep.
But I couldn't. I just had to do something else. It was
now, or never, and I decided on now. Slowly, carefully,
I eased myself on to his bed. Once I was kneeling on his
bed, I cautiously looked at him. He was still asleep.
The thought of what I'd do should he awake entered my
mind. 'What are you doing, Monica?' 'I saw you were
naked and I thought you might be cold, so I decided to
cover you with something. Me.' I almost laughed out loud
at that.
But I couldn't back out now. I stretched out, lying
between Chuck's legs. Once I was fully prone, my face
was just inches from his crotch. Scooting forward, I
took his dick in my hand. It was soft, and it flopped
down between my fingers. "No stopping now, Monica," I
whispered. I took his entire appendage into my mouth. It
tasted like sucking my thumb, but felt nothing like it.
It felt almost like an empty sack of skin. I seemed to
have more hair in my mouth. That feeling didn't last
long, though.
I had a good idea of what a hard-on was supposed to look
like. Judging from what I felt pressing against me last
night when Chuck and I kissed, I knew what one felt
like. His dick quickly expanded, blossoming to its full
glory in virtually no time.
Chuck said: I dreamed about Monica all night. Holding
her in my arms, her large, firm tits squeezed against my
chest, her soft lips pressed against mine. I'd jerked
off thinking about her a few times at home; that night
hadn't been the first. But I thought about other girls
more often. We were going to be alone on the farm all
summer long. Seeing her in her skimpy bikini at the pond
the previous day, kissing her that night. I'd jerk off
all summer long, dreaming about her! Boy, did I want to
fuck my cousin!
Monica said: I wanted to fuck my cousin! There! I said
it! I wanted to fuck my cousin.
My mouth slid up and down his rigid shaft, covering it
with a thin coating of my saliva. Now I wanted Chuck to
wake up. I wanted him to wake up, pull me up beside him,
kiss me, feel me, mount me, make me come! I looked up at
his face. He hadn't moved. His face was still turned
away from his lamp. I sucked harder on his hard dick.
How long could he sleep?
Chuck said: I had dreamed about fucking Monica all night
long. It started all over again. I could almost feel her
lips gliding up and down my hard cock. God, did it feel
good! I moaned in my sleep.
Monica said: Finally, I heard him groan! His head rolled
over. I redoubled my efforts.
Chuck said: Slowly I opened my eyes. Monica was lying
between my legs, my hard cock stuck between her lips. I
closed my eyes and opened them again. Yup, I had seen
that. My cousin, the cousin I'd all but give my left nut
to fuck, was giving me a blow job. It felt fantastic! I
moaned aloud, and she looked up at me. I put my hand on
the side of her head, and said, "Good morning,
beautiful."
Monica said: I heard him moan, and I looked up. His eyes
were open. I bobbed my head again, and I felt his hand
on the side of my head. "Good morning, beautiful," he
said.
I pulled his dick out of my mouth, giving it a last,
hard suck on just the head, and said, "Good morning to
you, too, handsome!"
Chuck said: I said, "That's a nice way to wake up,
Monica."
"Thought you might like it," she said, scooting up to
lie beside me. I pulled her into my arms and we kissed
deeply, our tongues searching each other out in our
first French kiss. We kissed for a long time, her hand
searching out and finding my hard cock, slowly working
it up and down. My hand found her tit through her
nightgown, the nipple hard on my palm.
We broke apart, and she lay back. My hand quickly slid
down her flat, trim belly and under the hem of her
plain, blue nightgown. She moaned loudly as my fingers
found her bare pussy. Her hand continued its work on my
cock as my fingers strummed her sopping-wet cunt. "Mmm,"
she moaned. "That's nice."
"But it's not fair," I said innocently.
"What isn't?" she asked dreamily.
I slid my finger part way into her soaked pussy. "I'm
naked. You still have on your nightgown! Maybe I should
cover up!"
Monica said: "That won't be necessary!" I said, slipping
my nightgown over my head.
Chuck said: I immediately leaned down and took her
nipple into my mouth. It felt like hard rubber, tasted
like sucking my thumb, and felt fabulous! I worked my
finger in and out of her pussy and sucked on her nipple
as she jacked my cock for a short time. Finally, she
sighed and said, "Chuck! You have got to put that thing
in me!"
I didn't need any more encouragement. I raised up on to
my knees as she shimmied underneath me. Lining up my
cock with her wet pussy, I pushed against her. That
first contact almost took me over the edge.
Monica said: I inhaled deeply as his silky smooth head
brushed against my wet pussy. "Come on, Baby!" I sighed.
Chuck said: I pushed and some of my cock disappeared
into her body. It looked just as I imagined it would,
but it felt even better. I pushed again, and came up
against an obstruction. "My cherry!" Monica giggled.
I pulled out and shoved it in again. There was her
maidenhead again. I pushed again, and still didn't get
past it. "You won't hurt me, Baby," she cooed. "Push
harder!"
"OK, Honey," I said. Pulling back, I shoved harder. I
felt something tear inside her, and her cunt swallowed
more than half my cock.
Monica said: I pushed hard against him as he pushed into
me. We pulled back, and shoved against each other.
Suddenly, something inside my pussy tore. A sharp intake
of breath quickly followed a sigh of relief from my
throat. I looked down between us. His dick was stuck
about halfway into my pussy.
Chuck said: I felt something inside her tear as my cock
plunged deep into her pussy. I looked in her face at the
sound of a sharp, quick breath. "Did I hurt you?"
She squirmed a little underneath me. "It hurt a little
bit," she giggled. "But it feels real good, too!" I
pulled back out and pressed forward again. My cock
buried itself to my balls in her hot, wet orifice. I
looked down at my pretty cousin and said, "We really are
fucking, aren't we?"
Monica said: I looked up at my handsome cousin on top of
me. "Yeah. We really are!"
Chuck said: Instinct took over, and within a few
thrusts, we had a good rhythm going. We were moving
together like a well-oiled machine. Her cunt was tight,
and hot. Her wetness provided the oil that lubricated
out movements. She reached around my neck and pulled me
to her, kissing me on the lips. Monica moaned quietly
into my mouth. I knew I wouldn't last long, and started
pumping into my cousin faster and harder. She arched her
back and cried out loudly. My balls pulled up into my
groin. "I'm ... I'm cumming," she whimpered as I felt
her cunt walls grip my cock tighter.
Suddenly, my cock expanded slightly, and my balls
constricted. A breath choked its way from my throat.
"Me, too, Monica!" I grunted as the first load of my
white, hot cum exploded down my cock and deep into my
cousin's pussy. She clung tightly to me as her cunt
grabbed my cock, trying to pull it out by the roots.
Two, three, four shots jetted from me into her. Our
moans echoed around my bedroom. Finally, the last little
bit of my cum dribbled from my cock into my hot cousin's
pussy, and I collapsed on top of her. I sighed. She
said, "That was nice, Chuck!"
"I'll say," I sighed, kissing her lightly on the lips.
Monica said: "That was the best come I've ever had,
Chuck."
"Me, too," Chuck mumbled. "But, I've never had a partner
before."
I giggled. "Me, neither, silly. You felt it when you
popped my cherry!"
I snuggled against him, keeping my arms around his neck.
His hardon wilted, but stayed lodged in my pussy. "Feels
nice," I said, wiggling my pussy against his soft cock.
Chuck said: "Yeah, it does." We lay quietly together, me
on top of her, her breasts squished between us, for
several minutes. Our breathing slowly returned to
normal. I raised my head and looked deeply into her
eyes. "I've always thought you are pretty, Monica," I
said quietly. "And I'm right. You are beautiful."
She giggled, blushing slightly. "You say the sweetest
things."
"I mean it, Monica. You are a really beautiful girl."
"You're very handsome, too, Chuck." I gave her a quick
peck on the lips. We looked deep into each other's eyes.
Our faces moved slowly together. My head tilted as our
noses brushed. Our lips came together in a deep, longing
kiss. My tongue forced its way past her lips, finding
hers. Our tongues wrestled in our mouths as a moan
ricocheted between us. My cock, so recently sated,
started to grow in her cunt. Unconsciously, my hips
began to gyrate.
Monica said: It felt so right to be kissing him. My
nipples hardened, and I could feel my pussy start to
lubricate itself again. I was ready for another round.
Then I felt his dick start to react, too. "More
already?" I asked, faking surprise.
"Mm-hmm!" he said, pumping fully into me as his dick
sprang back to its full glory.
Chuck said: Within seconds, my balls were slapping my
cousin's shapely ass again. Suddenly, she stopped me.
Monica said: "I wanna try something different," I said.
I pushed him off me. "Lie on your back." He did as I
told him. His dick stood straight up from his crotch. I
giggled as I straddled him. Holding his dick in my hand,
I lined it up with my pussy. "I've only heard of this,"
I said. "I hope it's as easy as they say."
Chuck reached up and grabbed my tits. "They feel nice,
Monica. Go for it!"
I finally held his dick at the entrance of my pussy, and
slowly lowered myself on to it. His dick slowly impaled
me as he mauled my tits. I smiled as I leaned over to
balance myself on his shoulders. "I really don't know
what I'm doing, Chuck!"
Chuck said, "There only one way to learn, Monica! Go for
it!"
Being impaled on his hard dick felt very good. Steadying
myself I slowly rocked up, then back down. I felt his
dick slide out then back into my pussy, setting off
little electric sparks in my pussy. I wanted as much of
my cousin inside me for as long as possible. Sliding up
and down on his pole, I looked down at him. He had a
beatific smile on his face as he mauled my tits. It felt
wonderful. It simply felt right! Like this was the most
natural thing for cousins to do.
Chuck said: There was less of the frenetic urgency this
time than there had been the first time a few minutes
earlier. Oh, I enjoyed the feel of her pussy sliding up
and down on my cock. I was rubbing her tits
enthusiastically. They felt fantastic, too. I wanted to
reach up and suck her nipples, maybe kiss her, but she
was holding me down by the shoulders. The look of pure
bliss crossed her face, a groan erupted from her throat,
and I could feel her pussy gripping my cock. I knew my
orgasm was approaching, too. Quickly, I felt my balls
constrict, and for the second time, I bathed the inside
of her pussy with my semen.
Monica said: I came quickly riding his hard dick, then I
felt his hot cum splashing up into me. Sighing, I let go
of his shoulders and lay on top of him. He pulled my
face to his, and we kissed deeply.
Chuck said: We looked deeply into each other's eyes.
"That was good, Monica," I said. "Thank you. After last
night's kiss, I wasn't sure how I'd last the summer
alone all day with you."
She laughed. "I had the same worry about you. Then this
morning, seeing you naked, I just couldn't help myself.
Why were you naked?"
I shrugged. "I've slept in the buff for about three
years, now. That was quite a blow job you were giving me
when I woke up."
She snickered. "Do you remember Brenda Larsen? She
showed a group of us what to do last spring, using a
carrot. Then she ate the carrot."
I winced. "Biting and chewing is a definite mood
breaker, Monica."
"She said she had learned to give head at summer camp
when she was 13, and she really enjoyed it. I can
understand why."
Monica said: I pulled myself off him. His now-soft dick
popped out of my pussy, letting our mixed fluids drip
down my leg. I rolled over next to my cousin. He pulled
me close, and we kissed again. "I could get used to
this," I said as I climbed off the bed.
"If I have anything to say about it, Honey, you will get
used to it. I hope to do it more often."
I just smiled at him.
Chuck said: We cleaned up and got dressed. I should've
realized that sex could get messy; that's why I
typically jerked off in a sock. But, nonetheless, I was
surprised at how sticky we were. We showered together,
and we kissed several times. As much as I would've liked
to try sex in a different spot, after two rounds so
close together, even my teenaged body was not ready for
a third go-around.
We met up in the kitchen after we got dressed. I wore a
T-shirt and a pair of shorts, she had on a pair of tight
shorts and a tight tube top. I liked the way it strained
against her large tits. "Here's our to-do list," she
said, handing me the paper Uncle Paul had written.
"It's all in the barn," I said.
"Mm-hmm. We'll eat breakfast, and I'll help you." She
grinned. "You'll just have to help me with housework
when that's on our to-do list."
I shrugged. "I do housework at home all the time. It's
no biggie."
Monica said: Dad wanted us to clean up one of the bays
in the barn. He'd been threatening to do it for years.
It wasn't really dirty; he never used it and he just
wanted to get it emptied out, maybe use it for storage.
We spent several hours working in the barn. We quit for
lunch, but went back out as soon as we finished. I
flashed a tit once, after I watched him pee. He pulled
my tit out of my tube top and sucked on the nipple when
I flashed him, but we didn't go any farther. We both
wanted to impress Mom and Dad and get it finished before
they got home.
Chuck said: When we finished, I took the last of the
trash out to the garbage can. Reentering the barn, I
didn't see Monica. Just as I put the broom back in the
corner, I heard Monica call me. "Chuck, come on up to
the loft. There's one thing that we need to do here."
I didn't think anything of it, just climbed the ladder
nailed to the wall. As my head popped into the loft, I
looked around. There was a lot of hay along the edges,
and the basketball hoop where I learned to shoot hoops
was still nailed to a strut along one side, but I
couldn't see Monica. "Where're you at, Monica?"
"Over here, Chuck!"
I followed her voice around some hay bales. There she
was, alright. She'd laid a cloth on a hay bale, and was
lying on it. Her clothes were in a heap on the floor
beside her. My cock immediately responded. "Yep," I
said, pulling my T-shirt over my head. "There really is
something we need to do up here." My shorts quickly
followed, and I stood, naked once again, in front of my
cousin.
Monica said: His hard cock angled up from his crotch,
gently throbbing. "Third time today, Honey," he said,
kneeling in front of me.
"Oh, yeah, Baby," I cooed. "I'm ready!"
He pulled me closer to the edge of the bale. "Me, too,
Honey!" He pulled me up, and we kissed deeply. I felt
the head of his dick at my entrance, and pushed against
it. I couple inches plunged into my depths, but he
pulled back, and lay me on my back. "We'll do that, but
first ..." He lowered his face, and stared between my
thighs. "I've never done this before," he whispered.
I could feel my juices drooling from my pussy. "I'm
willing to help you learn, Baby!"
Chuck said: I stared at her pussy for several seconds.
Guys had talked about eating pussy, but no one had
actually said what you were supposed to do. I knew
biting off chunks of Monica's flesh was not the answer.
So, I figured, licking had to be the best solution. I
deeply inhaled her heady scent. God, she smelled good! I
lowered my face, gently blowing on her cunt. I timidly
stuck out my tongue, gently made contact with her
fleshy, bloated folds of skin.
"It's OK, Baby," she said. "You're gonna do fine." I ran
my tongue up her slit, tasting her juices. They tasted
great! Salty, tangy, sweet, delicious! I drove my tongue
deep into her, and heard her sharp intake of breath. My
tongue battered the hard knob I found at the top of her
cunt, eliciting moans from my cousin. "You're doing
great," Monica cried breathily. Sliding a finger into
her cunt, my tongue lapped at the juice leaking out. I
felt her cunt grip my finger as she squeaked, "I'm c-c-
coming!" My face was bathed in her juices. I looked up,
and saw her squeezing her tits, her head lay back as
moans poured from her mouth.
I slowed my assault on her and leaned back. Her smile,
viewed from between her tits, was beautiful.
Monica said: I came hard. God, it felt good. I looked
down, between my tits, and saw him resting his chin on
my pussy. I giggled, "You look good with a goatee,
Baby."
He laughed and stood up, his hard cock bobbing furiously
in front of him. "Roll over, Honey."
I gave him a surprised look. "What for?"
Chuck said: "I wanna try something different."
"OK," she said, lying on her stomach.
"No, no, Honey," I said. "Get up on your hands and
knees." I helped her get into position on the hay bale,
with her head down and her ass up in the air.
I stepped behind her. Grasping my hard cock, I rubbed it
up and down her slit, soaking the head. A gasp escaped
from her lips as I placed the head at her entrance and
pushed. A couple inches disappeared into my cousin's
pussy. Holding on to her hips, I pulled out so only the
head remained lodged in her body. I bounced it a couple
times, then pushed in again. Most of it popped into her.
I pulled back out and pushed in hard again. My hips
slapped her ass cheeks as all of my cock slid into her.
"Mmm," she moaned. "Feels great, Baby."
I clenched her hips and started to piston my cock in and
out of her. I knew I wouldn't last long. "You are tight
this way, Honey," I said between my clenched teeth. I
reached in front of her and found her hard, rubbery clit
and strummed it.
"I-I'm c-coming!" she whimpered as her cunt gripped my
cock even tighter.
I quickly pounded into her. My cock expanded. My ball
sac constricted. "M-Me, too!" I squeaked as I slammed my
cock into her as deep as it would go. For the third time
that day, huge wave of pleasure swept over me. My skin
felt electrified and long ropes of white, sticky cum
shot from my cock into my cousin's body. Our orgasmic
cries echoed in the barn as we came together.
Monica said: It was as powerful an orgasm as I could
ever recall, a lot considering how hard I'd come that
morning. I could feel his cock twitching in my pussy,
and his come splashing in me. Each shot of his cum
seemed to set off another spasm in my cunt, which seemed
to trigger another shot from him, which set off another
one in me.
Finally, they subsided, and I collapsed forward. Chuck
fell forward, pushing me downward onto the blanket, his
cock popping from me. He rolled off me, and lay beside
me. I pulled my cousin to me, and we kissed deeply. "I
am so glad we've done this," I said.
"Me, too," he sighed. "Me, too."
Chuck said: We spent the rest of the afternoon in the
loft, exploring each other's body.
Monica said: We were cleaned up and dressed by the time
Mom got home. We helped her make dinner, acting as if
nothing was going on.
That night, we sat with them watching TV. It was
difficult sitting next to Chuck and not touching him,
but we didn't want any suspicion that we had done
anything.
Chuck said: We didn't even hold hands when we went to
bed that night until we were out of her parent's sight.
Of course, we kissed goodnight. A good, deep kiss. I
slept like a rock that night.
Monica said: I awoke early the next morning. I looked
out the window to see Mom and Dad drive to work. I
waited a few minutes, then, smiling, slipped off my
nightgown. Just as I got to my bedroom door, it slowly
opened. There stood my cousin, bare naked. "I guess we
both had the same idea," he said, hungrily taking in my
naked body.
Chuck said: I pulled her to me, and we collapsed on to
her bed, thrashing madly until we were both satisfied.
Monica said: We explored each other's body for the rest
of the summer. We had sex in every room in the house
except Mom and Dad's bedroom, including the basement.
Chuck said: We had sex in the barn, in the backyard, in
the pond, in the empty house I grew up in. There weren't
many places on the farm where we didn't have sex.
Monica said: The other house was rented, so we couldn't
do anything in there.
It was difficult not to touch Chuck when Mom and Dad
were around, but since we had held hands before we began
having sex, we felt it was OK to do so sometimes.
Chuck said: The closest we ever came to getting caught
came one Sunday. We were swimming in the pond, alone. I
had her tit out of her bikini and her nipple in my mouth
when we heard Uncle Paul and Aunt Marge coming. I
couldn't come out of the water until the swelling in my
cock went down!
We had sex almost every day that summer. We even began
sleeping together in each other's bed. She started
sleeping naked like me. Other than that, I hope we
weren't obviously engaged with each other sexually. You
can never tell, though. I don't think anyone ever caught
on. Nothing was ever said to us.
Monica said: Summer eventually came to an end, like we
knew it would. I was really sad as it approached. I'd
have to give up not just Chuck's wonderful dick, but
more importantly, Chuck. We'd become best friends again!
We could talk about anything. We helped each other out
with our chores. Everything we did together, we did like
a well-oiled machine.
Chuck said: When Mom and Dad picked me up, we even let
them see us kiss on the lips as I got into the van. It
wasn't a long, lingering kiss, like we had after we had
sex that morning, but it was on the lips.
Monica said: That morning's sex was fabulous! We knew it
was the last, for a while at least, forever maybe. We
made it last as long as possible, tried every position
we had discovered. When we came together, it was lights
out fantastic.
Then came word that we would be celebrating Christmas
with his family! I was ecstatic.
Chuck said: With four adults and my kid brother who
liked to tag along, it was difficult to get alone with
Monica long enough for sex. Our house has three
bedrooms, so Uncle Paul and Aunt Marge slept in Dave's
bedroom, Dave bunked on the roll-away cot in mine, and
Monica slept on the couch in the living room.
Our first chance came almost at the end of their visit.
'Twas the night after Christmas, and all through the
house, not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse. I
awoke and looked around. It was quiet. Dave was sound
asleep My alarm clock read 3:25. I carefully got out of
bed, crept around Dave's cot, and went into the living
room. Monica lay on her side on the couch, sound asleep.
I tiptoed to the couch and bent over. "Monica?:" I
whispered. "Monica?" I kissed her on the cheek. "Monica!
Wake up."
"Chuck?" she murmured. "What's up?"
"My cock," I answered. "Meet me in the bathroom."
I could feel her watch me slink across the living room
and down the hall. Within moments, she appeared in the
bathroom and closed the door. I clicked the lock and
turned on the light. She was beautiful We rushed into
each other's arms, kissing deeply. "I've never seen you
in pajamas before," she snickered.
I slid them down my thighs and kicked them beside the
toilet. "And now you don't!" I pulled her to me, and we
kissed again, my tongue slinking into her mouth to
battle with hers.
"Mm," she moaned as I helped her slip out of her
nightgown. "We have to be quiet, Chuck. Don't want to
wake anyone else up."
I said, "I know, Monica." I looked around. "Here! Sit on
the vanity!"
The vanity was exactly the right height. She sat on it
and spread her legs. I stepped between them, and sucked
her nipple for a moment before kneeling. I gave her
pussy a couple quick licks, tasting her succulent
juices, before standing up. My cock lined up perfectly
with her pussy. I ran the head up and down along her
slit, then pressed it home. She moaned as her cunt
swallowed my cock all the way down to my balls. I kissed
her deeply as I started to piston my cock in and out of
her tight pussy.
"Oh, Chuck!" she whimpered as her pussy gripped my
thrusting cock. "I've missed this."
"Me, too, Monica. Me, too!"
Monica said: I knew I'd missed him. And here he was, two
days after Christmas, finally giving me the present I
wanted most. Fucking him. I knew no one could know about
it, but I was so glad to have it! It felt so good to be
in his arms again, his hard dick plowing into me.
Suddenly, I felt it growing in my abdomen. That
wonderful, special feeling his dick created in me. "Oh,
God, Chuck!" I squeaked. "I'm going to cum!"
"Me, too," he grunted. I slammed his hips into me. His
fingers pinched my hips. I felt his cock twitch in my
pussy, then the first torrent of his white sticky cum
splashed into my twat. That's all it took. I stifled a
cry as waves of pleasure engulfed me. Over and over
feelings of intense pleasure burst across my
consciousness. I felt more than saw bright lights behind
eyes squeezed tightly shut. My skin felt on fire.
Finally, the spasms passed. I felt Chuck lean against
me, spent. "That was great," I whispered.
"Thank you, Monica. I needed that."
Chuck said: Two days later, their visit was over. Dave
had already gotten his things out of my bedroom. I was
straightening the cot, readying it to be put away, when
Monica appeared in the doorway. "We're leaving in a few
minutes." she said glumly.
"I know," I answered. "I'm gonna miss you."
She closed the door and stepped into my arms. "Me, too."
She wore a tight sweater that accentuated her large tits
and slim waist. "You look beautiful, Monica."
"You do, too, Baby," she said, kissing me deeply. "Just
one more thing I wanna do." An impish smile crept across
her face as she furtively glanced around the room.
Kneeling in front of me, she grasped the zipper of my
jeans. "I just can't leave without this." She pulled my
hardening cock out of my pants and slid her mouth around
it.
I threw my head back, and moaned. "Here, Monica! Lemme
help!" I loosened the belt and unbuttoned my jeans,
dropping them to my ankles.
"We don't have time for me," she said, licking up the
bottom of my shaft, "but I don't mind. You've never come
in my mouth before, and I want you to now!" She engulfed
my rigid shaft, grabbed my thighs to steady herself and
bobbed up and down quickly. She milked my balls with one
hand while she jacked my cock with her other.
Within seconds, I could feel my balls constrict. Then
almost without warning, the first shot of hot, sticky
cum exploded from him cock into her mouth. Several more
shots followed before the spasms relaxed. She gave my
wilting cock one last suck, vacuuming out the last
little dribble, before standing up and wiping her mouth
with the back of her hand.
Monica said: "Until next time," I whispered. I went and
washed out my mouth as he finished folding up the cot.
I had just walked back into his room when Dad called,
"Come on, Monica. Time to go!"
We kissed deeply one more time before walking hand-in-
hand out to the car. I hugged Uncle Charlie, Aunt Betty,
even Dave, before turning to Chuck. Before I could hug
him, however, Uncle Charlie said, "I found something in
my bedroom this morning. Santa must've gotten confused
and left it under my bed."
He handed it to me. It was marked "To Monica and Chuck,"
in Mom's handwriting. We tore it open. Inside was
another, smaller, wrapped box marked "To Chuck and
Monica." We tore open three more boxes before finding
the present. "Chuck and Monica will spend the summer
together, at whichever house they prefer."
END
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life in
any way, shape or form. Anyone tempted to act out any
of the scenarios in this story should seriously consider
seeking professional help.
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