Where it happened: living room at home
Langauge: English
Sex: Male
Rating: 7
Category: Straight
My cousin Linda had auburn colored hair and a very cute face. She was not gorgeous by fashion model standards but had a very girl-next-doorish quality about her. One summer day she asked her father if she could ride her bicycle over to our house and pay us a visit. He granted his sixteen year old permission to do so and she took off on the two mile or so journey to our place. She worked her way down the criss-crossed streets of Cleveland, Ohio’s ethinc neighborhoods arriving at her destination around noon. After lunch we went to a near by park. She spent most of her time with my twin sisters, that were about her age, practicing cheerleader routines, playing hopscotch, and jumping rope. We came back at supper time, ate, then, feeling like a fifth wheel, I went to my room. Meanwhile, dad and mom couldn’t resist the temptation to ask Linda, while she was there, to “keep an eye on us” while they went out to catch a movie that evening. Permission was granted a second time and away my folks went. My sisters were “up late” if they were awake at 9pm, so by 9:30 it was just me and my cousin Linda watching TV. She was still dressed in the midriff revealing, short-sleeved top and hip hugger shorts that she wore over to the house. I was shirtless and had on what could best be described as gym shorts. She was watching this movie that I can only remember two things about: I probably shouldn’t have been watching it and there was a strip poker (no nudity) scene in it. I was sitting on the floor with my legs slightly opened in a “vee” and pointed toward the screen. Of course, I was all wrapped up in the movie and didn’t notice that she was working her way closer to me. I started when I heard her say, “strip poker” when that particular scene played (probably why I remember it). She put her hand on my shoulder, to take the sting out of the scare, then on the floor behind me so her arm laid diagonally just behind my back. The poker scene had my cock hard and pulsing, testing the integrity of the stitching on the front of my shorts with every one of my rapid heartbeats. She must’ve noticed because she leaned closer to me until her clothed breast touched the back of my arm. Every hair on my neck, and my nipples, saluted the feel of her supple womanhood a cloth width away from my skin. A while later she asked if I’d ever seen a naked lady, to which I replied, “only in magazines.” She sat up a little straighter and started unbuttoning her blouse while reciting in a low voice the, “now, you can’t tell anyone about this” disclaimer. I AGREED. My eyes stayed fixed on her chest all the while the blouse and bra were coming off. Embarrassed at my staring, I looked at her and was comforted with a sly smile. My head was propped up on one arm now and I was laying on my hip with the knee of the lower leg forward. She slid the bra straps off and, for the first time and in person, I saw real breasts. She came over and laid next to me, propped up her head like I was, put her hand on the inner thigh of my lower leg and started to slowly rub it. I was so hot I was squirming. She wanted me to kiss her. I shyly explained that I didn’t know how and she proceeded to instruct me. We were embraced and her tongue was dancing in and out of my mouth. Her erecting nipples would rub up against my own causing me to moan. She noticed this and strated to rub my nipple with the tips of her fingers. By now I’m helpless, my nuts were riding high and close to my shaft. I was ready to cum in my shorts. Her hand cupped my crotch when it was through whipping me into a nipple frenzy. She disengaged from kissing me and maneuvered me so I was on my back. She said, “Now I’m going to have a look at you.” She started working my shorts off asking me to raise my butt to help her get them off. Free of its’ confines my cock throbbed up and away from my lower abdomen. I noticed a string of precome drooping from the opening in my penis to a small puddle of cum just above my pubic hair. Now, I had been jacking off for three years before this and, in the process, learned that I like watching the cum shoot out of my dick. I asked her for a pillow so I could see what was going on. The grip of my own hand on my cock was not unfamiliar, but when I felt her soft hand grip me, I knew doing myself wouldn’t ever be the same. She grabbed and pumped me like a pissed off postal worker rubber stamping “Return to Sender” on 1000 Publishers Clearinghouse envelopes. I asked her to slow down and loosen her grip, she smiled that sly smile again, lightened her grip and continued. It was just a few minutes before my legs started to shudder uncontrollably and I felt thick gobs of cum hitting my stomach and chest. She worked her cum-lubricated hand up and down until I started to soften. I noticed she had unbuttoned her pants and her other hand was between her legs. I had regained consciousness enough to ask her what I was supposed to do to her. She started to explain, but before she got too far into it the room lit up momentarily from the headlights on my folks car. Better get dressed – they were back.
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