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Subject: Cousin Tanda - erotic fiction m/f cons
From: editor@spellbinder.bc.ca
Date: 1996/11/27
Message-Id: <57g0jg$bt2@aphex.direct.ca>
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COUSIN TANDA
**Warning**
This story contains explicit descriptions of sex. It is not
intended for anyone under age or who is offended by such
material.
Originally posted to Alt.sex.stories, Thu 21, March 1996. ©
1993 R. Dominick.
This story presented by LUST SO STORIES
Come take a look!
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COUSIN TANDA
When I was 18, I often spent summers in the country. One of my
aunts owned a rather large-ish farm, with a big sprawling
farmhouse. They always had extra room, and escaping from the
city was nice, for the most part. I missed my friends, and
missed the large library right down the block from my house --
the library near the farm was an hour away and kind of small --
but all in all, the trips were good.
One year, while I was there, my cousin Tanda was there, too. I
hadn't seen Tanda for years, ever since I was 4 and she was 7.
She had changed, of course; but (and this is hardly surprising,
since my mother had always talked about how we would quietly
play our own games off in the corner and not like to be
disturbed) we got along very well, walking at sunset, talking
about almost any subject at all, teasing and playing, and just
sitting together.
One early morning, I found Tanda shaking me awake. I panicked
for a minute, looking down to make sure the cotton bedsheet
covered me completely; it did. "Come on, get dressed," she was
saying. "You've *got* to see this."
"Mmmmf," I said. "Nnnnnnnrgh."
"Come *on*," Tanda said, putting her hand on the middle of my
chest and pushing me into the mattress.
"'Kay, 'kay, I get up," I muttered. "Jus' 'scuse me for
minute..."
"What, you naked under there or something?" she said, making to
snatch at a loose corner of the sheet. I think my clutching at
the blanket and my blush were answer enough. "Well," she
grinned, "all right. But hurry up! Meet me in the hallway."
She left the room; I got up, threw on some jeans and a t-shirt,
and followed her out of the room. She led me down the hallway
and down the main stairs to the farmhouse, and out the kitchen
door. We began walking towards the near barn.
When we got inside the barn, I could hear some frantic
shuffling. Tanda giggled a bit. "C'mon; you have to see this,"
she said, taking my hand and pulling me towards one of the
wooden dividers.
I peered over the gate. Inside the pen, two pigs were running
in a circle. Every once and again, the pig behind would throw
his front feet up over the back of the pig in front, but then
slip off again, and the chase would begin again.
Tanda giggled again. "He just can't get it in!" This was said
with a sideways glance to me, which I'm sure was just to catch
my blush.
The pigs ran around for a bit more, and then, finally, the rear
pig scored. He squealed as he entered the sow, and began a
frantic motion with his hindquarters.
My sex began to sluggishly respond to their coupling. I drew
closer to the fence, and pressed against it, hoping Tanda didn't
notice. The pigs continued with their sex, and then the male
pig squealed: all motion stopped. And then he slid off of her
back.
"So," Tanda said, looking sideways at me. She had moved her
feet back, and was leaning forwards on the gate, with her chin
almost on the top of the fence. "Wanna try it?"
I decided to be intelligent. "Uhm," I said. "Try what?"
Her hand slid back, to her waist, and began to gather up her
skirt. She pulled it up and over her rear, exposing her firm
pink flesh to me. She wasn't wearing any panties.
"C'mon," she said. "I know you're hard. You were hard this
morning, as you were dreaming; I could see it through the
sheets. I spent some time looking, before I woke you up." She
looked directly at me. "Go ahead. Put it in me."
I moved around behind her, and looked at her ass. It was firm,
and very rounded. With her feet spread as they were, I could
see the cleft between her cheeks; and lower than that, I could
see the base of her sex. I'd seen womens' parts before, but
only on the glossy pages of magazines. I reached forward, and
brushed the fingers of one hand along her cheek, and touched one
finger against her cunt. It was warm, and slightly wet.
"Not your finger," she said, looking back at me. "Your cock.
Fuck me."
My hands fumbled at the snaps and zipper on my jeans. Who was
I to disagree with a command like that? My stiff cock spilled
into the cool air of the barn as my pants puddled around my
ankles. I walked forward, and pressed my cock along the crack
of her rear; pushing it down, and feeling the soft skin pressing
against it, I almost came.
She shimmied her rear. "Put it *in*!"
So I did, pressing my harness into her. The heat surprised me,
as did the fluidity of the motion. I had been expecting some
resistance, but didn't find any; I quickly buried myself in her
softness, until my belly was against her ass. "Ahhhhhhh..." we
both said.
And, of it's own voilition, my body began to move in and out of
her. The skin at the sides of my cock slid up and down as my
staff moved inside of her. The friction was wonderful;
masturbation had never been like this, even in my late-night
fantasies of her. She began moving with my thrusts, forward as
I pulled out, and slamming back on me as I moved in. All I
could hear over the pounding of the blood in my ears was both of
our little moans of pleasure, and the slap of my belly hitting
her rear.
I didn't know I was going to come; I just did. There was none
of the usual build-up, only the sensation of my entire being
focusing in the sensitive head of my cock. And then I erupted
into her, throbbing and pulsing. I had to stop moving, for fear
of overloading on sensory input.
But she didn't stop moving: she was still moving her ass back
and forth, in little circles around my cock. The friction that
was so recently delicious was becoming more than a bit of
torture. I felt like I was going to come forever, into her,
until there was nothing left.
"Mmmmm," she said. "Aaaaah," she said. I couldn't say
anything; I could barely keep standing behind her. She was
still moving on my still-hard but no-longer-coming cock; her
thrusts were becoming sharper and sharper, more and more
needful. As I regained motor control, I began to move with her,
counterpointing her rhythm as she had done mine earlier.
Her breathing became sharper. "Ah, ah, oh..." she said, as her
motion stopped. But I kept fucking her, moving within her. I
felt her pussy clamp down on my cock, creating more delicious
friction against the now very-sensitive shaft. Still I moved
within her.
"Oh!" She slammed her rear up against me, pushing and pulling
my sex deep within her. "Oh, oh, oh!" And then I felt her
inner muscles relax, still holding me inside of her, and still
trembling every once and again with a wonderful tremor.
And then she stood up, and I slid out of her. Her skirt fell
down again, to cover her lovely sex. My cock, glistening with
her juices, pulsed in the cool air.
"Zip that in, for now," she said. "Let's go back in the house,
and get some breakfast."
* * *
This story presented by LUST SO STORIES
Come take a look!
http://spellbinder.bc.ca/lss/
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