Pamela James
Cousins in heat
Chapter One
'Mark please, I don't want to fuck you.'
'Susan, it's okay. We're alone. They won't be back until later this afternoon.'
The young, girl got up after first removing the anxious boy's hand from her thigh, where it had been about to disappear under her dress.
The boy took, her hand, urging his cousin to sit back down beside him on the couch. She sighed and took a deep breath, but didn't resist. She sat and felt his thigh pressing against hers.
'You want to make it with me, don't you?' he asked, feeling his pulsating cock pressing against the tight confines of his cut-offs.
'Mark, you know we can't,' she said impatiently. 'I mean, your parents, what would they say? And my parents!' She laughed, then shook her head. 'Mark really, this is crazy!'
'You're just scared,' he said, putting his arm around her. 'You're eighteen and you've never been fucked. I can understand that I was scared at your age too.'
'Mark, it's not going to work… how about if we go for a swim. It's so hot out today.' She gazed hopefully at the beach.
'We can swim later. After [missing text].'
'There's not going to be an after, Mark. Now please…'
'Just let me feel your pussy. I bet it's hot and wet.'
'Mark, please!'
'Susan…'
'Alright, but that's all.'
'Don't you want to feel my cock? Here…'
The nineteen-year-old boy, now trembling with anticipation, took her hand and placed it on his crotch, rising up slightly to meet the reluctant pressure of her palm.
'Feel how hard it is…'
She giggled. 'It feels so so big…'
'Do you want to see it?'
'I've never really seen a boy's thing before.' He caressed her thigh and noticed a quickening in the rhythmic rise and fall of her tits. She had big tits for her age. They were barely contained in a striped halter top. His eyes were glued to her mounds as his hand slowly went up her thigh. Her skin felt creamy and warm and slightly sweaty.
He could feel his heart pounding. It sounded awfully loud.
'It's alright, baby. Being cousins doesn't matter. I mean, it's not like we're brother and sister or something. Just relax. You're going to enjoy it. I'll make it good for you, sweetheart, I swear I will.'
'No you won't. It'll hurt. I know it will.'
'Nonsense. It won't. I promise!'
'It doesn't matter. I'm not going through with it anyway.' She cupped the hard impressive outline of his erect cock and gasped.
He whispered in her ear, 'It's more than nine inches long. And thick as a tree trunk!'
Her eyes were suddenly wide as saucers. 'Really?' She grasped it tighter.
His fingers curled under the elastic of her moistened panties and she leaned against him as his hand slipped inside.
'Ssshhh. Listen to the surf. How quiet everything is,' He could barely speak, he was so excited.
'Is it really that big? I mean, is nine inches really big for a boy's… thing?'
He laughed nervously. 'Say it for Christ's sake. A cock. A dick. A prick. Anything but a thing!'
She giggled, the blushed to the roots of her golden hair.
'Yes,' he added after a few moments. 'Nine inches is big. It'll make you feel so fucking good, baby.'
His fingers combed through her sparce pussy hair. It was durly and silky smooth and sticky to the touch. She started to moan.
'Spread your legs, sweetheart.'
Without a word she did as he asked.
'That's it…' His middle finger slipped between her cuntlips and parted her pussy. She groaned as halt his digit slipped up inside her tight young cunt.
'I can feel your little button,' he gasped.
'Mmmmmm…'
'You like it, don't you? See? I told you you would!'
'Mark, we mustn't… no… yes… it does feel good… like when I…'
'Like when you feel it yourself?' he leered.
'Yes,' she whispered, ashamed. 'Don't tell me you don't do it too.'
He laughed. 'You mean, do I play with my cunt too?'
'Don't be so lame. You know what I mean. When you masturbate. I bet you do it all the time.'
'I do! And since you've come to spend the summer here with us I jack off thinking of you. What your tits look like. Your cunt… Jesus, you look great in a bikini. I see the guys at the beach watching you, but you never seem to notice them.'
She unbuttoned his jeans and slowly pulled down the zipper. She parted the folds of his shorts and saw his dick firmly outlined underneath his white briefs. She felt a sudden tingling sensation in her cunt. It started to build and build. Suddenly the room started to spin and she felt the blood rushing to her head. Before she knew what was happening he had pulled down her panties and was starting to undo her halter top, his fingers fumbling with the strings in the back.
But her voice had lost what little resistance it had held only moments before. She wanted the new sensation pounding within her to continue, to intensify. Her cunt ached for the feeling only her fingers had given it. She wanted to know the feeling of a boy's cock inside her. It was time! There wasn't any point denying herself the pleasure any longer.
It was because her mother had always told her boys were bad, never to trust them. All they wanted to do was get into your pants. But if that was the case, then so be it! At least she would enjoy herself and nor remain bitter like her mother bad after her divorce.
The halter top slipped off and seemed to melt like warm ice cream down her chest, revealing her tits to the excited young boy. He took one in each hand and felt their round fullness. The nipples were very red and very erect, like two red eyes.
'Promise it won't hurt.'
'I promise.'
'Okay, then I want to do it.'
'Dynamite!'
He quickly tugged off his tee shirt and pulled down his pants and briefs, then slipped off his sneakers. As he helped the young girl off with her dress he saw she couldn't keep her eyes from his jutting hard-on.
'God it looks enormous… are you sure it's going to fit?'
'Hold it… don't worry, I'll make it fit! Just hold it. That's it. Stroke it… shit, yeah!'
