Where it happened: my cousin's house
Langauge: English
Sex: Female
Rating: 10
Category: Straight
I started a version of this story where I explained how I fell in love with Paul at age 12 and couldn’t get anywhere with him because he was my cousin’s uncle. It was beautiful and you would have understood how it could have happened to me, but then my computer crashed and wiped it all away before I saved it. So I have decided just to tell you the raw bits.
Maybe sometime I will have the energy to tell you it all again. The basic thing is, he did not look to take my virginity, it was the last thing on his mind.
If I had not been drunk my two cousins would never have known that I had this thing for him either. But one night I finally let it all out when I was almost 17.
I thought they would be shocked. I wound up being shocked. They were all for it despite the huge age difference. And it was Jenny, the youngest one who did the plotting.
“We need a pre-text to get Paul to stay overnight here. So you can get to him.”
“How are we going to get him to do that?” I asked her.
“Remember, Cory, he has that sleep problem. He has trouble getting up in the morning, so we just create a situation where he has to be here early and suggest to Mom that he stay overnight in the guest room. At the same time, we’ll have you stay overnight with us.”
“That’s great, but what will be have to be here early for?” I was getting anxious. I had put off having real sex for a long time because of my thing for Paul. I wanted him, I wanted him bad.
“I don’t know,” Rachel put in. “But we’ll think of something.”
It took a long time for them to think of something. Then Jenny was picked to do the May Crowning at school. SIX months later. At least I was 17. He wouldn’t have to go to jail. I was now legal. Even for someone 20+ years older. (Yeah, you can narrow me down to a few states now.) The truth was I didn’t know how old he was. Only that he was mine if I could get him. I suspected that his witch of a wife had cut him off for some time. At least I hoped so.
I think she was part of the reason I loved him. She made him so sad. He tried to hide it, but he failed when I was near because I had started to watch him like a hawk ever since he accidentally gave me my first orgasm with his voice alone. He wasn’t even trying to be sexy either. I think we were just made for each other.
So Jenny made a big deal about Uncle Paul coming to the May crowning and he was delighted. His wife could not get off to work that day and was of course irritated that he would even think of taking time off to do it. When Jenny called she was very excited.
“Paul and Christina had a huge fight! Not only is he coming over tonight to stay over for the May Crowning, he may stay longer. Oh my God this is PERFECT for you. You might lose your virginity too now!”
We shrieked, we were excited. What can I say. Then what she said hit me.
“Too, Jenny, too! What are you saying!”
“Oh my God, Cory, I have to go.” Jenny was not a virgin anymore. That really pissed me off. No way was Paul getting away without fucking me tonight.
I am more than a little ashamed of how I did it. If you care about someone, you don’t sneak into their bedroom while they are asleep, pull down their sheet, pull down their underpants, and use their cock like a dildo, but that’s pretty much what I did.
I got naked first. In the bedroom. I was so nervous. I pulled down the sheet. And my first problem was that Paul was asleep on his side. That meant that this was going to be tricky.
But it kinda helped me get his underpants off.
Then I was kinda stunned. It was a real cock after all and I had avoided those because I wanted him. Now there it was. I was also, well, disappointed, because it didn’t seem very big. But then I thought about how I felt about him.
I knew that if I was going to get him to make love to me for real, I had to get him past the idea that it would be wrong to start having sex with me. Once we’d done it once, well, then maybe he would be ok with it.
So, I crept over to his dick and, kissed it. Lightly, on the tip. It was a little sweaty and sour, but ok. My fault, he hadn’t been warned to shower. But, his dick moved! Oh my, it moved when I kissed it. I put out the tip of my tongue and kissed it again. Then, I sucked it in gently.
I don’t want to give you the wrong idea about Rach but, she had given me some pointers here.
As I massaged his dick in my mouth it got bigger, bigger, bigger, bigger, the damn thing was out of control! I wasn’t disappointed anymore. I was also starting to like the taste and the, sexiness and danger of what I was doing was making me hot and wet. You know, wet down there. In my pussy.
My body was covered with a fine film of sweat. I looked up at Paul’s belly as I worked on his penis and groaned. I have to be honest about something, I don’t think that anyone would want a movie of Paul having sex unless they have Santa fantasies. I wasn’t in love with Paul because of his body, but because of how he made me feel. He’d always made me feel special and beautiful when I wasn’t. He treated me like family when I was only related to relatives. He, did have the sexiest eyes and voice ever.
I licked his balls and he rolled onto his back with a groan.
Shit! Did I wake him? No. But he was now fully erect. Was I really going to do this? Now, he looked, big, wide, daunting. I spread my lips, my lower lips and felt how hot and wet I’d gotten. Well, I was slick enough. But, getting through my hymen, would that wake him? If nothing else, even if he threw me off in total disgust, I wanted, needed him to break through.
With him asleep, getting on was harder than I thought because he was so big in all ways. But I got his dick up to my slit and rubbed it on my juices to make it more slippery. Oops, That made it harder to hold onto!
I got it again and lowered myself onto his, his cock.
I thought it would go right in. But it was not easy. Because he was asleep it was a little bendy and I was tight. So I pushed him in and out bit by bit until he was deep enough for me to let go. It felt GOOD in there. Then I hit it. Ouch! My virginity. My hymen.
I rode up and down on the part that was in me to get ready. Paul was moaning louder. It was a race now. He was harder and getting harder still. I just didn’t want him to be able to pull out before I had been penetrated. Then we could talk about it.
All this time, I should admit, I guess, I was helping things along by rubbing my clit. I was nearing orgasm, and my plan was to push through as I came, if I could, to help reduce the pain. It was a good plan. Then I would pull out, put a condom on Paul, and if he was willing, let him really take me.
It almost worked, I started to shake, I pulled back to drop down on Paul’s tool fully when his eye’s popped open, he recognized me in the dark somehow and said “Cory?” in shock and dismay.
I was so stunned I just dropped down on his cock, hard, and I mean hard enough that Paul was buried in me as far as we could go. Then, I came hard.
“Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee.”
I’m just saving paper here. My surpressed scream went on forever. I looked in Paul’s eyes and could see all the conflict there, mixed with, excitement? God the sudden look in Paul’s eyes. Love, lust, excitement, power, and then he grabbed my hips and fucked the shit out of me.
There’s no other word for it. He just about ruined me. Suddenly, he was thrusting in and out of me like a machine and I was above him. At the same time, he was pulling me to him and pushing me off him, like I was a rag doll.
It hurt like hell! I couldn’t catch my breath to tell him, and yet, I’d wanted this, Paul as my lover, my active lover, really fucking me and if this was the price.
I only thought I’d had an orgasm before, as my breasts rubbed back and forth on his chest my nipples sore with the abuse, my insides raw with pain from his hard tool’s plowing, I came again. This time I clenched his dick with my passage, this time I milked it, this time I exploded with joy as he pumped sperm into the back of my womb! NO!
He was pumping me full of semen and my body would not let go. I couldn’t even form words. His hot come just seemed to go on and on inside me. I hadn’t wanted to risk waking him by putting on a condom and now, I might be pregnant with his baby!
As his penis pulsed inside me, he grabbed me to him an wrapped his legs around me and pulled me to him tight.
“Thank God you aren’t a blood relative Cory. I hope to God you’re on the pill. Jesus, what were you thinking? God I love you.” He meant it, he meant it, he meant it, my life changed forever with those words.
Yeah, he was mad a bit. But he admitted that I would never have talked him into it otherwise. I hadn’t even thought about the adultery side of things, then the age thing. Oh, yeah. But once we had done it once that night, after a bit, there was no point in not doing it again, after a rest.
He found the blood on the sheets when he came back from the bathroom. It wasn’t until then that he realized I’d been a virgin. I stopped him from apologizing for being so rough – it was my fault for doing it the way I did.
When we made love the next time, he could not have been more gentle and I came almost as much. He was going to use a condom until I told him I would get a morning after pill.
He freaked a little when I told him that Rach and Jenny would change the sheets so his sister did not suspect anything. I told him that they loved him and knew he would enjoy this and really wanted to make him happy.
He told me lots of things about me, about how he wished I was older, about how beautiful I was, about how he wished this had been HIS first time too. I cried then and he joined me. Then he ate me out. Wow! Wow! Wow! No Words. Sorry. Just bliss.
Then Rachel knocked quietly, it was our warning that her Mom was starting to make wake up noises. I dressed, kidded Paul madly and scooted out.
But I goofed badly. I remembered to shower right away. So did Paul and Rach took care of the laundry, but I never got the morning after pill.
Stupid? The morning after pill, it just felt too much like an abortion to me. Not just any baby, Paul’s baby. I knew he wanted more too, but the witch stopped at one. Sometime during that night I must have decided it without realizing it, but I wanted Paul’s baby if it would come.
I have to break the news to Mom and dad soon. So I’m writing this in case they kill me. I’m really starting to show now and spring is here, so no way can I hide it any longer. I haven’t told Paul yet either. No way am I going to put him in the position of having to explain this.
Wait. The phone.
God. My stomach is tumbling around over and over. That was Jenny. Paul’s witchy wife ran off with someone else! They left his kid with Paul and he needs help at home with him.
Wait. That was Rach. Paul is there now. She took him to the side and suggested that I move in with him to take care of Joey, after all, I graduate in a few days. He’s thinking about it. I’m like shaking so hard right now.
Wait. That was Paul. It was a long talk. He was going to try to make it clear we couldn’t do it again if I moved in with him, so, I did it, I told him. Whoa, that silence was awful. Then he was crying and I was crying and now he is going to marry me as soon as that bitch gets what she deserves in court for running out on him.
Don’t try this at home. I know I am luckier than shit, it may not happen to you.
I reserve the right to tell my story in fuller detail elsewhere. The names have been changed for obvious reasons. I am going to TRY to get Jenny to tell her story.
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