It was, in Shelly’s opinion, the most boring party she’d ever gone to. There was no one there even close to her age, just adults and little k**s running around making noise. The food was bland and the music was driving her nuts. And it wasn’t like anyone really wanted her around in the first place. The relatives had made all the expected comments about how much she’d grown, about her becoming a “little woman,” and now they ignored her. No one even noticed when she went outside and found a quiet place in the garden to sit.
That was the good thing about Uncle Harry’s house. The house itself was huge, and the grounds surrounding it were filled with cultivated trees, hedges, and flower beds. It was easy to disappear into the growth along one path or another. Shelly found a metal bench under a spreading chestnut tree and leaned back into the shadows, wishing a cool breeze would come up. She fanned the hem of her dress, wafting air between her thighs. That part of her anatomy, as usual, was hotter than any other.
“Puberty sucks,” she said aloud to herself. She looked down at her body, conflicted about what to truly think of the changes she’d undergone. At thirteen, she had somewhat larger breasts than her friends, something that the boys picked up on like dogs to a fire hydrant. They didn’t ache anymore, thank goodness. In fact, these days they felt good under even the slightest touch. She ran her hands over her chest lightly, shivering at the sensations her own touch created. Almost instantly, her nipples hardened, clearly visible through the bra and the thin material of her summer dress. (Sex Stories)
That, naturally, led her to want to touch other parts of her body. Well, why not? She was alone, after all. It felt wicked to run her hands over her thighs, pushing the hem of her dress up until her panties were exposed. She had nice legs, she mused, coltish and fair skinned like the rest of her slim body. Her eyes fell on the slippers her mother had made her wear instead of the heels she’d picked out, and her mood soured. Mom still treated her like a little girl, and it just wasn’t fair. She was a “little woman” after all. Hell, she was ALL woman if her body had anything to say about it. She’d been masturbating for three years by then, after all.
The sound of boys’ voices beyond the hedge made her shove her dress down hastily, and she sat up alertly. They were on a parallel path to hers, she realized, and she relaxed. “I can’t believe she showed you her pussy,” said a voice Shelly recognized. That was her obnoxious cousin Carl, fifteen years old and a total pervert. She’d caught him trying to peep through the keyhole while she was peeing only a few hours ago. The other voice, though, that one made the hairs on her arms stand up.
“You talk like you’ve never seen a pussy,” Matt said to Carl, just on the other side of the hedge.
Matt. Shelly shivered at the memory of her cousin. He was as beautiful as a man could get, even if he was only s*******n. He wasn’t on any sports team, he didn’t go around strutting, but he did have a quiet charm that made all the girls swoon over him. Not that he’d look twice at Shelly, though. She wasn’t exactly the cheerleader type, and they were cousins, after all. But still, she dreamed of Matt, wonderful handsome Matt, and fantasized about what his hands could do to her. Among other parts of his anatomy.
“Yeah, but she just showed it to you,” Carl was saying. Shelly could almost hear the little creep drooling. “How’d you get her to do it?”
“I didn’t have to do anything,” Matt said modestly. “She just did it. And it wasn’t like it was all that great to look at.”
“Are you k**ding?” Carl snorted. “Any pussy is worth looking at.”
“You’ve got it all wrong, man,” Matt said. Their voices were just on the other side of the hedge now, and Shelly slumped in her seat even though the boys couldn’t see over or through the growth. Matt said, “You can’t think of it as seeing pussy. The pussy belongs to the girl. You got to treat them like a person.”
Carl laughed. “How many girls have you fucked that way?” he asked.
“Plenty,” Matt said, angry now. “More than you, you fat virgin.”
“Fuck you,” Carl said. Shelly could hear him stomping away.
Matt called after him, “No thanks, faggot!” Shelly snickered and prayed Matt hadn’t heard.
So, she mused. Matt wasn’t a virgin. Just the idea of him on top of some girl, sliding his prick into her, made Shelly hot. She knew she should feel jealous, but she didn’t. Her pussy tingled, and she pressed the fabric of her dress between her thighs as she envisioned what Matt’s face must have looked like as he came, as he filled some girl with his cream.
The bushes rustled making Shelly jump again. She sat up quickly, smoothing out her dress. Matt appeared around the corner of the path, hands in his pockets, eyes on the ground. Shelly felt her heart thumping loudly in her chest. He was a god. He was so beautiful it made her want to…to…
He noticed her suddenly and came to a quick halt. “Oh, Shelly,” he said. “What’re you doing out here?”
“Same as you I guess,” she replied, managing to keep the excitement out of her voice. He’d remembered her name! Well, that wasn’t so odd, if she thought about it. They were cousins, after all. But still…
He gave her a lopsided grin. “Too much f****y, eh?” he asked.
“Yeah,” she agreed.
He nodded toward the bench. “Can I sit there with you for awhile?”
Shelly blinked. “I guess,” she said, and moved over for him. She was amazed at how calm she sounded. Matt took his hands from his pockets and parked himself on the bench next to her.
“I can see why you picked this place,” he said. “Nice view.”
“Yeah,” she said, looking out over the patch of garden in front of them. “It is a nice view. Quiet, too.”
“Beautiful,” he said. She glanced at him and found him looking at her. She blushed and turned away quickly. He laughed softly. “Sorry,” he said.
“It’s okay,” she told him.
“I shouldn’t say things like that too you,” he said.
“Because I’m not beautiful and you’re lying?” she asked.
He chuckled again. “No,” he said. “Because we’re cousins.”
“It’s okay to think I’m beautiful,” she said. “Even if we are cousins.” She was struggling to keep her emotions in check. He thought she was beautiful! Was he actually flirting?
“Thanks,” he mumbled. A moment later he added, “You are, you know.”
“Beautiful,” he said. He leaned against the arm of the bench, studying her. “Why don’t you have a boyfriend yet?”
“Who says I don’t?” she retorted.
“No,” she said, and laughed. “You want the job?” Oh god, she couldn’t believe she’d said that.
Matt blushed a little. She didn’t know what to make of that. He said, “It’s been awhile since I last saw you.”
He’d changed the subject. Was that good or bad? “About a year, I guess,” she said.
“You changed a lot.”
“Good or bad?” she asked.
He blushed again, deeper this time. “Good,” he said. “Definitely good. You’ve, ah…grown up.”
Shelly laughed and gestured to her chest. “You mean these,” she said. She cupped them in her hands brazenly and added, “They’re huge, aren’t they?”
Matt stared briefly at her tits. How could he not? But then tore his eyes away. “I bet you get a lot of boys chasing you these days, huh?”
“Not really,” she said, slumping. She felt embarrassed. She was acting like a fool. “I mean, I don’t know. Boys only seem to want one thing. You know?”
“Yeah, I know,” he said.
“But you’re different,” she offered. “Right?”
“Probably not,” he said, grinning. She laughed. “What about you?” he added. “I bet girls are just as interested in sex as guys are.”
Shelly blushed, and the warmth spread all through her body setting off sparks. She started to protest, like any good girl should have, but the devil got her tongue and she said, “Maybe.” And it was Matt’s turn to blush a little. His eyes dropped to her exposed knees. Shelly almost reached for the hem of her dress to tug it down and cover her legs, but she made herself sit still.
It was true, wasn’t it? Didn’t girls have just as much sex drive as boys? It was the stupid rules of society that kept them from acting on it. A boy could fuck as much as he wanted and he was just being a boy, but if a girl did it then she was a slut. Matt’s eyes had moved to her breasts now, and Shelly felt even more warm. Her pussy was tingling and her nipples were starting to stiffen. Oh god! She hoped he didn’t see that. Then his eyes moved back to her face, found her looking at him, and his face turned red.
“Sorry,” he said, looking away quickly.
Afterwards, she wasn’t sure what made her say it, but the words, “That’s okay. I don’t mind,” just tumbled out of her mouth.
Matt looked at her face again. “But,” he said and fumbled a bit. “But we’re cousins.”
He didn’t point out the age difference. He didn’t tell her she was too young. It was the fact that they were cousins that bothered him. The tingle in her pussy exploded into full arousal and she had to press her thighs together. “Jeeze, Matt,” she said. “It’s not like we’re gonna get it on or something.” But there was hope in her voice.
What was wrong with her? She couldn’t honestly be flirting with her own cousin? But then again, why not? He was handsome, he was nice to her, and he turned her on. If no one knew…
“Matt?” she asked.
“Yeah?” he answered, a little breathless.
She put a hand lightly on his shoulder. “Matt, do you think I’m pretty?”
“Of course you’re pretty,” he said instantly, no need to think about it. Maybe he realized he should have hesitated because he looked away then and an awkward silence fell between them. Shelly made her decision between heartbeats. There was no way to know what could happen, or really what she even wanted truly to happen. But she couldn’t leave this stupid party without knowing.
“So,” she said, pushing out the words. “Who was it?”
“Who was who?” Matt said, turning back to her.
“Who showed you her pussy?”
Matt’s jaw dropped, then he laughed. He looked at the hedgerow behind them. “Oh, you heard that, huh?”
“Hard not to.”
“Well, don’t believe everything you hear,” he said.
“Come on,” she teased. “You can tell me. Who showed you her pussy?”
He gaped at her again. “Do you talk like that all the time?”
“For your information, I’m not a little girl, Matt,” she said. “I use all kinds of words. Pussy, fuck, shit, piss, cock…”
“Whoa!” Matt said, laughing. “Okay, I get it. You’re a woman, not a little girl.” And the sparkle in his eyes said he understood fully what that meant. “That was Carl being an ass. I don’t tell anyone about…you know, stuff like that. But he heard it from someplace else and wanted to know.”
“Who was it?”
“A gentleman never tells,” Matt said.
“But Carl knew,” she insisted. “Who was it?”
Matt blushed. “My s****r, okay?” He seemed upset now. Just a little anyway. “She isn’t wearing panties today, and she flashed me. Just playing around, you know?”
“Did you like it?” she asked.
“She’s my s****r!”
“Yeah, but did you like seeing her pussy?”
“Jesus!” Matt ran a hand over his face. Smirking, he said, “Yeah, I kinda did. She’s shaved down there, you know.”
“You dog!” Shelly laughed, giving him a playful shove. “Isn’t that i****t?”
“Well you know what they say,” he replied. “i****t is best!”
They both laughed, but it was f***ed, as if they both suddenly realized exactly what it was they were talking about. Shelly leaned back, making sure she pulled her palms over her lap just enough to hike her skirt up a little more. Matt’s eyes were drawn irresistibly to her legs.
“I’m not shaved, if that’s what you’re wondering,” she said. Matt jerked his gaze to her face, blushing again. Then he laughed.
“We’re cousins,” he pointed out, getting right to the point.
“You said it, though,” she pointed out. “i****t is best?”
“That was a joke,” he said, but he wasn’t laughing.
“Too bad,” she teased. Her heart was hammering in her chest.
“Shelly,” he began, then stopped.
“Come on. Say it.”
He licked his lips. “I was just wondering,” he said. “I mean…what would you do if…if…”
“If I tried to kiss you?”
Silence hung heavy between them. She could barely breathe. She tingled all over her body, and she wanted to grab him, to pull him to her, to…
“Why would you want to?” she asked finally. He shrugged, so she teased, “You don’t know why you’d want to kiss me?”
“Of course I know, Shelly,” he said. “You’re beautiful and…I…”
“I wouldn’t stop you,” she blurted.
“You heard me.”
He stared at her and licked his lips again. Shelly thought her heart my leap out of her chest. This was wrong, so wrong, and yet it was exactly what she had dreamed about, what she’d wanted. Would he really do it? Was he just k**ding around?
“If anybody found out,” he started.
“I’ll never tell,” she said. “Would you?”
“No,” he said quickly.
“Well then,” she said flatly. She waited.
Matt, for all his apparent confidence, didn’t seem to know what to do next. This wasn’t just any other girl, this was his cousin! This wasn’t just making out in the garden, this was i****t! And yet Shelly had done all she was brave enough to do to let him know she was ready for it, willing to do it, wanting it to happen. Finally Matt twisted on his seat, turning toward her, lifting an arm to put it around her. He hesitated before touching her.
“Are you sure?” he asked.
“Goddamn it, kiss me already,” she said in a fierce whisper.
The dam burst. Smiling, Matt leaned closer. His strong hand gripped her shoulder, his firm body leaned into her. She felt his breath on her face, fluttered her eyes closed, and tilted her head to accept him. Then his lips were on hers, soft and gentle, his tongue probing into her mouth, and Shelly moaned softly as she threw her arms around him, accepting the kiss and melting into him.
It was, she decided later, the best kiss she’d ever had. Even compared to kisses that came later, it was supreme. Partly because she’d wanted it, had dreamed about it for so log, and partly because it was so forbidden. He was kissing her. Handsome, sexy Matt was kissing her, holding her in his arms, tasting her lips and her tongue. When his hand slid up from her hip to her side, she tensed, knowing what was next. When his hand slid over her breast, she gasped, breaking the kiss. Matt pulled his hand away quickly.
“No!” she said. “No, you can touch it. Please.”
Confused, Matt carefully put his hand back over her breast. They were both staring at his hand, as if observing a delicate operation in progress. He squeezed the firm roundness of her pert young breast, and she felt her hard nipple pressing through the fabric of her dress into his palm. She groaned, he laughed softly in delight. “You have nice tits,” he said.
“Do you want to see them?” she asked. The words surprised her coming from her mouth, but she meant them.
“I’d love to,” he said. He looked around at the garden. “But maybe here isn’t the best place.”
“I think I know a place,” he said, rising. “Come on.” He offered his hand and she took it, letting him pull her to her feet. He towered over her as they embraced again, reminding her just how young she was, how virile a stud he was. He smoothed hair from her face, smiling, and his eyes shone like no other boy’s ever had when they looked at her. He wasn’t seeing a conquest or just any other girl. He was really looking at her, seeing her, the real her. Looking back on it later she realized that was the moment when she fell in love with him.
Matt led her by the hand down the garden path until they reached the open lawn beyond. He pulled her to the side, just out of sight, embraced her again and kissed her, bending over to do so while she rose on her toes. “Are you sure about this?” he asked.
“Please stop asking that,” she told him. “Where are we going?”
“On the top floor of the house there’s a closet at the end of the hall,” he said. “At the back of the closet is a ladder that goes up to the attic. We can be alone there and no one will know. No one will hear us.”
She giggled. He planned to be making noise? It made her pussy even wetter. “Okay,” she said.
“You go on up first, and I’ll come along after a few minutes,” he said. “Okay?”
“Okay,” she said again. He kissed her again, then he gave her a gentle shove out of the garden. Shelly hurried across the lawn, feeling as if everyone must be looking at her, knowing what she’d already done and what she planned to do. But no one looked at her, and for once her anonymity worked to her advantage. Five minutes later, she was climbing the hidden ladder into the attic.
It was a bit dusty here, and it was cluttered. It looked as if someone had been here many times plundering, exploring and playing with the things they found. There were trunks filled with antiques and bobbles, several pieces of furniture, and one window high on the far wall allowing just enough sunlight through to illuminate everything. But, she noticed, there was no place for a couple to sit and make out.
Shelly wondered if Matt was hoping for more than just making out. Her breast still tingled where he’d touched her. She imagined his hands on her bare skin, between her legs and inside her panties…yeah, she wanted that. She wanted to go as far as he would take her.
With that in mind, she got to work. By the time she heard someone coming up the ladder, she had used old blankets to make a thick pallet on the floor. She kicked off her shoes and lay down on the blanket on one hip, holding herself up provocatively. Matt’s head appeared through the trapdoor, and when he saw her he burst into a wide smile. “Sorry it took so long,” he said.
“It’s okay,” she told him. He climbed through and closed the trapdoor behind him. Then he pulled a trunk over on top of it. There was no lock, and that would give them privacy. Shelly shivered. Matt towered over her, looking down and smiling. Then he lay on the blanket next to her, his hand going to her hip to pull her closer. She giggled as their bodies pressed together. Then he was kissing her again, and any thought about consequence vanished.
His hand slid up her side and onto her breast again, the one he hadn’t touched before. She moaned into his mouth and clutched at him. His kisses moved quickly to her neck. No boy had ever kissed her neck before, and Matt was very good at it. Every caress of his lips sent shivers racing through her. His hand slid down to her hip, then a little lower. She knew what he was going to do, and by then she welcomed it. He slid lower onto the bare flesh of her leg, then slipped under the hem of her dress. As she slid his hand up her thigh, he pushed the dress up at the same time, until his hand rested on her hip again.
His lips moved to her chest, to the tops of her breasts. Shelly lay back, groaning. This was moving too quickly! All she’d wanted was to kiss him, to let him feel her…
Well, wasn’t that what he was doing, she asked herself? His hand caressed both her thighs, pushing her dress up to expose her pale blue panties. “You have sexy legs,” he told her.
“Really?” she asked.
“Yeah,” he said. “I’ve thought they were sexy for a long time.”
Considering her age, that might have disturbed her, but it didn’t. He’d been watching her for a long time, probably longer than she’d been fantasizing about him. That made this moment even more perfect in her eyes. His hand moved to the front of her panties. She moaned and parted her legs, wanting him to touch her.
He was feeling how warm she was there, how moist her panties had become. The odor of her arousal drifted to her nostrils so she knew he had to be smelling it too. He grunted and nibbled at her neck again, then her earlobe, then put his lips over hers again just at the same moment he pressed his fingers into the slit of her pussy through the fabric of her panties. Shelly arched her back and cried out into his mouth.
It was clear that Matt was losing control. His hand trembled as it pressed against her crotch. He fumbled a bit getting his fingers into the leg opening of her panties, then he pulled the fabric aside so that he could reach her lips directly. She hadn’t lied, she didn’t shave herself, but she didn’t have a whole lot of hair down their either. There was a tuft of curly pubes above her slit, and finer hairs moving down the outside of her labia, but the lips of her pussy were still smooth and bare, and as Matt now discovered, they were swollen and distended, wet and hot from her arousal.
The first touch of his fingers between the folds of her pussy nearly made her cum. The sheer taboo aspect of the act, the fact that she was with her dream lover and he was touching her, that his were the first fingers other than her own to touch her pussy like that…she was thrilled beyond words. Matt shifted his position so that he was more over her, so that he could bring his other hand into play. He squeezed her breasts, using his thumb to rub her hard nipples through her dress. His hand between her legs moved to cup her pussy entirely, and she felt a finger start to probe into her.
Shelly arched her back, lifting her hips, wanting that penetration. Matt’s finger plunged into her deeply to the last knuckle, surprising him. She had no hymen to stop him. If she thought that the absence of a cherry would upset him, she’d been wrong. He smiled broadly at her. His finger curled inside her and hit a nerve cluster she hadn’t known existed. She cried out and clutched at his arms, spreading her legs even wider, surrendering to him.
His finger pumped in and out of her, each time curling at the deepest penetration to hit that special spot, and within minutes she was crashing over the edge. “Matt!” she gasped at him. “Matt!”
“Go ahead,” he whispered. “Cum for me, Shelly. Cum.”
She exploded. It was the first time she’d had an orgasm from fingers that weren’t her own, and she was in heaven. She thrashed and flung her arms wide, wanting to embrace the universe as the start danced behind her closed eyelids and hot flashes of lightning streaked down her spine. Matt held onto her, helping her ride out the storm, letting his lips caress hers when it was almost over, when the breath was returning to her lungs and the world stopped moving beneath her. “I love you,” he whispered.
Her eyes flew open. Had he really spoken, or had she imagined it? He smiled, his eyes searching hers, but she didn’t dare speak. He seemed to understand, and his mouth moved to her neck, his tongue licking her skin and making her moan again. Then he was sliding down her body. She had expected him to mount her. To put his cock into her body and seek his own release. That was what boys wanted, and for the first time she was prepared to accept that, to allow it. But he wasn’t mounting her. He kissed her breasts through the fabric of her dress, then he moved lower quickly, planting more kisses on her thighs. He kissed her knees and her ankles, he kissed the tops of her feet and her toes. He nibbled his way back up, sliding his hands along her legs as he did so.
He grasped her panties by the waistband and tugged. Shelly obediently pushed her butt up off the floor, allowing him to slide the garment down her legs. She lifted her feet to let him remove it entirely, and when she lowered her legs again she allowed them to splay slightly. The air was cool against her soaking pussy, and she knew he could see it. For the first time, she wasn’t the slightest bit embarrassed to have a boy looking at her pussy. No, this was no boy. Matt was a man. A real man, and it was a man’s hands that slid over her legs, that put slight pressure on her knees to push her legs wider, and a man’s hands that probed at the soft lips of her cunt. He spread her labia wide, exposing the dark pink insides, and she shivered when he licked his lips. His eyes met hers again and held that gaze as he lowered his face.
No. He wasn’t really going to…but he was. She felt his breath on her pussy, rustling through her pubes, cool against the moisture she was secreting. “Matt!” she gasped, laying a hand on his head to stop him. But she didn’t want him to stop. She was simply afraid that he would taste her and be repulsed, that he would leave without finishing. He could sense that she was hesitant, but he had no qualms. He nuzzled against her pussy, his cheeks pressed to her inner thighs. When his tongue came out and touched her labia, Shelly arched her back and cried out. She quickly slapped a hand over her mouth to silence herself as his tongue pushed between her lips, delved deeply into her, and his lips quivered around her clitoris.
“Mmmm,” he said, obviously delighted by her flavor. Shelly drew her legs back so that her feet were flat on the floor and let her knees fall outward, spreading herself even more for him. Both her hands flew down to cradle his handsome face, and he gazed up over her belly as he french-kissed her pussy. He closed his lips and sucked her juices, he nibbled her clit delicately with his teeth, he swirled his wiggling tongue through her juices. Finally he raised his head to smile at her. Her juices coated his lips and face, and he smiled broadly as he told her, “You taste so good, Shelly.”
“Oh god,” she groaned, delirious. He resumed licking her, moving his tongue up to swirl around and around her engorged clit. His finger probed into her again, curling this time to press against the nerve cluster behind her clitoris. She’d read about that. Her so-called g-spot. And the stories were true. It was as if he were touching her soul. Ecstasy roiled through her like thunderclouds. She threw her head back and moaned loudly, no longer caring if someone heard or if someone found out. She’d found heaven in this man’s embrace and she loved him. God, how she loved him. She lifted her legs and rested her heels on his shoulder blades, urging him onward. Matt devoured her, drinking the juices that flowed from her, making wet sounds with his fingers in her pussy. She came like a bomb, screaming as every muscle in her body contracted and her pussy clamped down on his wiggling fingers. She squeezed his face with her thighs as she gasped his name over and over, adding, “I love you!” with each gasping breath.
Just as her orgasm subsided, he withdrew his fingers and replaced them with his tongue. She’d become wetter than she’d ever been in her life. She thought she might have peed herself when she came, but the delighted sounds Matt made as he drank everything he could told her that it was all juice. It was her cum. Her woman’s cream. As his tongue wiggled into her, his finger probed her asshole. Her juices had coated that, and his slick finger slid easily into her. She was too relaxed to resist, and she was glad for that, because it was incredible. She’d always thought of anal sex as dirty, as something that couldn’t possibly be enjoyable, but his finger wiggling into her rectum felt impossibly good. She had just cum, and already she felt herself creaming again. He drank it all happily, fucking her ass with his finger and her pussy with his hot tongue.
Finally she pushed him weakly away, spent for the moment. He crawled up beside her and kissed her, letting her taste her own juices. At any other time, she might have recoiled from his sticky face, but now she kissed him eagerly, delighted by her own flavor on his lips and tongue. “I love you,” he whispered again.
“But…we’re cousins,” she whispered back, as if in argument.
He laughed. “So?” he asked. “How do you feel? How do you really feel?”
“Oh god, Matt,” she said, pulling herself more tightly to him. “I love you. I really do. I want you.”
“I want you too,” he said, kissing her.
“I want you inside me,” she said when the kiss broke. “Please? I want you to be my first.”
He looked confused. “Your first?” he asked. “I thought…”
“I lost my cherry when I was a little girl,” she said. “I fell on my bike and bled…well, you know. But I’ve never had sex before.”
“And you really want me to be your first?” he asked.
“More than anything.”
“Even though it’s i****t?” he asked.
She nodded. “Please,” she said, gathering her courage to say the words. “Fuck me. Fuck me, Matt.”
Matt groaned and kissed her hard. Then he pulled away from her to stand up. She could only watch, numb and thrilled, as he opened his pants and took them off. His boxers went down next, exposing his cock to her eyes for the first time. She’d seen other cocks before, had held them and petted them, but his was beautiful. It was special. She struggled to sit up as he stepped closer. Her hand curled around his hot shaft, not even able to get fully around his girth. How would that ever fit inside her? She stroked him, knowing how boys liked it. But, she decided, this wasn’t a boy’s cock, it belonged to a man, and a man deserved more than a stroke.
Shelly gathered her legs beneath her so that she was kneeling, and that put her just high enough for what she wanted. Matt groaned as he watched her open her mouth. She licked the tip of his cock, tasting the precum leaking from him. It was salty, but she liked it. She’d never sucked a cock before, but she’d read about it, and she took the head of his cock between her soft lips delicately, allowing her tongue to probe his piss hole. Matt shivered and moaned, he lay his hands on her head encouragingly. She took more into her mouth, inch after inch, swirling her tongue against his shaft, tasting him, loving his flavor. He was musky and though his cock was hard it was soft at the same time, his skin smooth and velvety as it slid over her tongue.
“Shelly,” he moaned. “You have to stop. I might cum in your mouth.”
She stopped long enough to say, “It’s okay. You can cum in my mouth if you want to.” She could hardly believe those words had just come from her mouth, but she knew she meant it. She would be thrilled to feel his cock pulsing in her mouth, to feel his hot sperm splashing against the back of her throat.
“I don’t want to cum in your mouth this time,” he moaned. “I want to cum inside you.”
Shelly shivered. “Okay,” she said, letting his cock fall from her mouth, drooling saliva. She lay back again, spreading her legs, trembling. They had no condom. It didn’t matter. Shelly had been on the pill for six months. It was for her skin and to regulate her monthly, but she was so glad for it at that moment. Matt knelt in front of her, looming above her. Shelly spread her legs as wide as she could and held her arms open wide for him. He settled above her, keeping all his weight off her, and kissed her. He moved closer, and she felt the tip of his organ brush against the lips of her pussy. She moaned into his mouth.
Matt scooted closer until her thighs were d****d over his. She watched, shaking, her hands clutching her dress, as he reached between them with one hand. He guided the tip of his cock to her entrance, rubbing it through her slit a few times to pick up moisture. “I’m glad your cherry’s gone,” he said. “This won’t hurt you.”
She wasn’t so sure. His cock was a monster. He pushed forward, pressing the head of his cock between her labia. She felt pressure, almost painful, as his cock began to stretch her. But mostly it felt wonderful. She felt his presence above her, felt his manhood entering her, felt her pussy swallowing him, her body accepting him, and it was divine. She lifted her legs and dug her heels into his hips. “Are you okay?” he asked. She nodded vigorously.
“Don’t stop,” she begged. He pushed a little harder. His cock really was huge compared to her young pussy, but it felt like a homecoming. That was where his cock belonged, inside her and no one else. He grunted and pulled back a fraction, began to churn his hips. He was working into her slowly, a fraction at a time, filling her. Shelly moaned in delight as she felt her labia sucking at him as he withdrew, and felt her pussy expand as he stroked forward. She’d used fingers on herself, a hair brush, even a candle once, but nothing had ever been that thick or that wonderful. He was steel hard, and yet that stiffness was coated with rubbery softness and filled with vibrant heat. He was a vital presence above her, and she wanted to be mated with him more than she’d ever wanted anything.
He moaned again and pushed hard. He had half his cock in her now, and when he began moving back and forth, she moaned too. This was it. He was fucking her. She was fucking. Each time he pushed forward he would grunt, digging a little deeper into her body. She was wrapped around him, engulfing him, and the more of him she had inside her the more complete she felt. “Oh god, Shelly,” he moaned.
“Matt, Matt,” she grunted back at him, her body shaking each time he thrust into her. He shifted more weight to his knees and moved his hands to her hips. He pulled her body onto his cock as f***efully as he thrust forward. She yelped, but it wasn’t in pain. There were little explosions going off in ever nerve cluster of her body, especially concentrated where their bodies were joined. He pumped quickly, back and forth, pressing into her, and suddenly she felt the tip of his cock strike something deep inside her. He’d bottomed out in her pussy. She was completely full of him.
He paused them, panting, staring into her eyes. “You’re not a virgin anymore,” he said.
She laughed. “Nope,” she agreed. He eased back and plunged in again. Her tight pussy was milking him, and she was so wet that their union was making erotic squelching sounds in their crotches. He banged into her cervix again. It hurt a little, but the pain only intensified the pleasure he created within her. He fucked her slow and deep and hard, his body shaking as he squeezed her by the hips and she dug her heels into his sides. She grunted, feeling orgasm starting to sweep over her once again. “Fuck me, Matt,” she groaned. “Fuck me forever.”
“Oh god, I love you so much,” he moaned, shaking. She knew he was close, and she wanted to cum with him. Fighting off her orgasm made it sweeter, sharper. He banged into her cervix again. She pulled tightly with her legs, wanting every inch of him in her. He fucked her hard, banging stroke after stroke, his eyelids fluttering. “I’m gonna cum!” he hissed. “Shelly!”
“Cum inside me, Matt!” she squealed at him. “It’s okay! Cum in my pussy!”
Matt cried out loudly. He dove into her sharply and she felt his cock swelling, pulsing. The first hot splash of his sperm filling her was a surprise and a delight. She cried out with him and exploded, her body shaking violently, her legs tightening around him. He thrust into her again and again, pumping his seed into her. He crashed against her cervix again and this time the head of his cock managed to pass through it. The last inch of his cock was inside her, their crotches flush together, his heavy balls resting against her asshole. He came harder, his sperm jetting directly into her womb. Shelly screamed as the most powerful orgasm of her life consumed her. She blacked out momentarily, and when she came to she was still in the throes of orgasm. Matt thrust again and again, giving her every ounce of fluid he had, so much that it ran back out of her and dripped from his balls.
He sagged, finally spent, and she collapsed beneath him. He lay over her, kissing her feverishly, and she welcomed his weight upon her body. She ran her hands up and down his back and caressed the backs of his thighs with her feet. “I love you, Shelly,” he whispered. “I’m not just saying that, you know.”
“I know,” she said, smiling. “I love you, too.” A moment later she added, “When can we do this again?”
He laughed and rose up so he could look into her eyes. “Whenever you want to, lover,” he said.
She smiled up at him. Yes, she’d fuck him again and again before this reunion was over. She’d let him fuck her in the ass, and she’d drink his cum, and she’d do anything for him. i****t or not, they belonged together, and nothing was going to stop that. “When the reunion is over…” she began.
“Then I’ll be coming to visit you every weekend,” he said. “My college is only three hours from where you live, you know.”
Shelly giggled in delight. His cock had slipped from her pussy, softening, and a torrent of his cum followed it. “We need to get cleaned up I guess,” she said. “And then…”
“And then?” he prompted.
“And then we get dirty all over again!” she laughed. He laughed with her, and they tumbled into each other’s arms.