Where it happened: Forest in Alabama
Langauge: English
Sex: Female
Rating: 9
Category: Straight
My first time was with a cousin who was 17. We had big family get togethers and sleep overs three or four times a year.
We started out not really flirting, just kidding around like teenaged cousins will do. I guess I finally noticed how cute he was and how sweet he was to me. I was one of the younger cousins and had always been the “kid” of the group.
We (the seven or eight cousins) were playing board games around a big table, all crowded together and he shifted or something and put his hand on my leg down below the hem of my skirt. I know it was an accident, because he started to apologize and I just put my hand on his and moved a little closer so no one could see what was happening under the table. I pulled his hand up a little bit between my thighs and he sort of smiled at me. I had been on just a couple of car dates and the boys seemed to be really interested in that.
That night we all flopped on blankets and quilts on the floor. I made sure my quilt was next to his. It was much too crowded and tangled to do anything serious, but somehow between midnight and dawn my panties got pulled down to my knees (all under the covers) and he did a pretty thorough (and wonderfully pleasant) exploration of my female parts, including very gently rubbing my clitoris.
He would stop whenever I started breathing heavily, so as not to wake any of the sleeping cousins all around us. It was all very exciting but, at the same time, very sexually frustrating and I spent the night wound up tight as a spring.
The next morning after breakfast most of the aunts and cousins went to a trade day nearby. I opted out when I noticed that “he” also wasn’t going. He and I and grandma were the only ones left behind. I told her I wanted to go pick some spring flowers in the woods behind her house and she said I couldn’t go into the woods alone, but would have to take my cousin along. He pretended to protest, but by the swell in his jeans I could see that he was as excited as I was.
We hadn’t gotten more than 50 yards into the woods, just out of sight of the house, when he bent down and kissed the back of my neck. It was like an electric charge through my whole body. He put his arms around me from behind and put his hands on my stomach up under my blouse. My heart was pounding so hard I thought I was going to pass out. I was already wet and my nipples were hard. I was ready and he hadn’t even started!
We walked further into the woods to put some space between us and the house. Finally we got to a little stream under some pine trees. There was a mossy bank and it was cool and quiet. He turned me around, put his arms around me and kissed me. I opened my mouth and our tongues started playing. It was my first grownup kiss and I was absolutely on fire. I didn’t know how much longer I could stand it.
He laid us down on the pine needles and moss and started kissing my mouth, face and throat while his hands were stroking my breasts and hips through my clothes. He was being gentle and taking his time, and all I could think was “HURRY! I need you NOW!”
After just a few seconds I couldn’t stand it any more. I raised my hips and slipped off my shorts and panies. He stopped, looked me deep in the eyes for what seemed like an eternity but was probably only two or three seconds, then reached down and gently slid my little top and bra off up over my head.
I laid back on the moss, which was so cool against my skin, completely naked to him. I even kicked off my tennies. I didn’t want anything between him and me, not one shread of clothing. I had no idea what to do or how to do it, but whatever it was I wanted it right then. The only thing I could think to do was unhook his belt, unsnap his jeans and spread my legs apart a little (but not too much).
He knelt beside me and pulled off his T shirt, then stood up, slid off his shoes and took down his pants. I had changed lots of cousins’ diapers so I knew what a penis was, but I had never seen one so wonderfully hard and big.
I had nothing to judge his manhood by, but he seemed absolutely perfect in every way to me. He was lean, muscular and not too tall, deep brown eyes, curly dark hair, broad shoulders, thin hips and that wonderful thing between his legs. I didn’t know how we were going to do it, but I was absolutely going to have that thing inside of me and sooner would be better than later, since I was now having trouble breathing normally.
He came down to me, kissed me on the mouth and then started kissing my breasts and gently licking circles around my nipples. All I could do was moan a little, arch my back and spread my legs as far apart as they would go. He reached down and started rubbing my pussy with a couple of fingers. It was like every nerve in my body was trying to explode. I had never felt anything so wonderful. I put one arm around him and sort of clumsily stroked his shaft with my other hand. I think I said something like, “Oh now, oh now. I need you now.”
He said, “You have to trust me. I want to try something I read in Uncle “K’s” Playboys.”
I said, “You read them? I thought boys only wanted pictures of naked women.”
All the time he was still rubbing and beginning to slide one finger inside of me. “Hmmmmm” was all he said as he took a breast into his mouth and gently sucked while his tongue went round and round my nipple. One finger slipped inside my pussy and my hips started convulsing up and down against his hand. With his left hand stroking my breasts, he slid his head down my stomach, spread my vulva, took my clit between his upper lip and tongue and started humming, all the time he was now rubbing his finger against the front inside of my vagina.
I exploded. My first ever orgasm rolled in wave after wave from my pussy to my breasts to my head. My whole body convulsed and he told me later that my pussy clenched down on his finger deep inside of me so hard that he couldn’t move it.
It was the most wonderful thing I had ever felt. I had never even imagined anything could feel that wonderful. I was in love and totally hooked. If he could make me feel that good with just his fingers and mouth then I would be ecstatic never wearing clothes again. I would totally give him my body and be his sex slave forever, cousin or no cousin. The only thing I wanted was for him to make me feel that good again and again and again – although I had no idea how often you could do that kind of thing.
He laid down on the moss beside me and I rolled over against him, with one arm and one leg sort of draped over him. Of course, I was totally exhausted and beginning to realize that I was also extremely sensitive. I kept saying, “Thank you, oh thank you. That was so wonderful. I love you. Thank you.” I put my head on his shoulder, he kissed my forehead and I guess I dozed off.
I don’t think I was asleep very long, because when I woke up I was very much aware of him and his body. I had my hand on his stomach and I reached down to his penis and just sort of stroked the head, more curious than anything. He sort of stiffened, or his body stiffened because his penis was already as hard as a rock, and he sort of gasped for air. As soon as I realized that he was feeling the same kinds of sensations that I had felt earlier my whole body just sort of switched “On.”
I wasn’t ready again, but I didn’t think it would take much to get me there. And I was right.
I leaned up to kiss him, thinking he would roll over on me. Instead, he put his hands on my hips and pulled me over on top of him. I held myself up while he went to work on my breasts again. Within seconds my nipples were erect again and I was having trouble supporting myself on all fours.
Then he sort of slid down through my legs until his head was under my crotch. I wasn’t sure what he was doing. He said, “Sit up now” and I did, knelling with his shoulders sort of on top of my feet. He pulled me down a little and my box went right onto his mouth. The next few minutes were sort of a blur, with his lips and tongue on me and inside of me and his hands reaching up and around to caress my breasts and hips and legs.
After a few seconds my clit got hard again and he started working on it. I slumped forward and spread my legs as wide as I could so he could get his tongue into all of the especially good places. I was rocking up and back, humping his mouth and nearly ready to come again when I realized what he was doing. And I also realized what i wasn’t doing for him. And I was much more than a little anxious to get his penis inside of me. After all, if his tongue and fingers felt so good, what would that be like?
So I just crawled back down him. He just lay there, kissing and stroking whatever part of me came into reach. Finally I got down to the heart of the matter. I reached behind me to sort of guide him into my pussy. All he said was, “There’s no rush. Take your time. Do this as fast or slow as you want.”
I put the head of his penis against the opening of my pussy and sort of raised myself up over him. I think I thought I would have to impale myself onto him to get him inside, but as soon as things lined up I was so wet and so hot that the head just slid right in. His breath was almost as ragged as mine now. I didn’t know he was trying to control himself. I rocked my hips up and back a little, trying to seat things I guess, there was a single moment of discomfort, I sat back and he slid all the way into me up to the hilt.
I thought things had been good before. Now he completely filled me, every inch of my wet pussy rubbing against every inch of his perfect penis. I absolutely lost my mind with pleasure. I would love to say that we made love that time, but that wouldn’t come until later. I was so keyed up and so stoked by the sensations running through every inch of me that all I could do was let instinct take over.
I leaned forward on all fours like an animal and I fucked him like, I don’t know like what. Like that was the most important thing in the world at that moment in time. Like all I wanted was to feel him moving in and out of me. Like I wasn’t aware of anything else in the whole universe except his hands and tongue on my breasts and his wondrous rod inside my pussy.
Oh, God. Even now I get wet just thinking about it. I’m about to get crazy and my nipples are hard from writing about it. Sweetheart, somebody is going to get screwed tonight and I think it’s us.
I don’t know how long we had been going before he grabbed my hips and started thrusting up into me. I thought it was wonderful. Then I felt the warmth of his ejaculation pour deep inside of me as his body arched up to me and went rigid. I think I would have been happy if we had stopped then, but the most wonderful thing about athletic teenaged boys is that they never stop.
He didn’t get soft. He almost didn’t slow down. He rolled us over and I wrapped my legs around his hips (funny how natural that happens) and he started pumping. With him on top my clit was getting a workout as well as my pussy. I was just barely hanging on. All I could see and feel and smell and taste was him on me and in me, the tension building and building, wave after wave of ecstasy through ever fiber of me until finally I just nearly exploded.
My first orgasm had just been a sample, a tiny bite sized sample of what I felt the second time. It was extraordinary. Amazing. He just kept going, in and out, each stroke raising me a little higher, every muscle in my body squeezed tight, my slick pussy so tight on his penis I could distinctly feel the head of the penis as it moved in and back. And on and on, not like the first time that seemed to end too soon. And again. And again. Each time maybe not as intense but lasting longer, until finally the fourth orgasm went on and on for what seemed like several minutes as he rocked inside of me until finally he thrust deeper and harder, and grabbed my hips as he had his second orgasm.
After we rested we did it again, doggie style, which was fun, and then missionary position again, which was mind blowing wonderful.
That was my first time. I wish every girl and every woman could experience with their first lovers what I did with mine. Although we lived in different cities my cousin and I were lovers on and off for the next several years. He was even my prom date, which no one thought odd since all the boys at my little country school were useless and about as sexy as farm animals.
I introduced my cousin to one of my best friends from school and they have been faithful, energetic and passionate lovers ever since, but only after I met the man of my dreams. We have been married now for 31 years and I’m about to go make him glad that we still are.
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