Oh, no, Kristie hasn't said she wanted me to try to fuck her in the ass. She knows she's too small and still prefers to either take me in her mouth or in her cunt. Two out of three ain't bad.
"My Cousin And I Fuck In England"
For my cousin's 21st birthday, I had a big surprise. I had finally received an advance from a publisher on a book which required some research work in England. I wanted to take Kristie, but I knew I'd have to ask her father first.
Even though my uncle had never said anything to me, I figured he had a strong suspicion that his daughter and I were fucking. He'd made several comments about how he and his wife were glad she wasn't running around with a bad crowd or hadn't been knocked up by some uneducated druggie. I truly believe my uncle approved of my relationship with Kristie. And when I asked if I could take her to England, he was all for it. In fact, he asked me if he could help pay for the trip, but I said it was all arranged.
Of course, when I told Kristie, she was ecstatic. We were having lunch in a local burger joint and I could just feel the envious stares as the nubile beauty hugged me. Here I am, a 35-year-old balding writer and I've got this young beauty all but dry humping me in public. And of course, she was very demonstrative of her gratitude when we left. She insisted on giving me a thank-you blowjob right there in the parking lot until I delivered my own special sauce.
Kristie was still appreciatively horny when we flew to London. Our flight left New York at midnight and Kristie asked for a blanket and curled up quietly in the seat. Under cover, though, she gave me a slow, loving blow-job while I fingered her hot little twat.
Kristie took to London quickly. At the hotel, she went downstairs and came back twenty minutes later with a brunette fox. The girl was in her 20s, very British, very bi-sexual, and she'd naturally been drawn by Kristie's young look and beauty. Leslie was her name and she said she loved to make it with Americans.
"Then show me British hospitality," Kristie said, whipping off her skirt and panties. Leslie licked her lips at the sight of Kristie's American fur pie and she moved toward my cousin. Kristie settled onto the bed as Leslie settled comfortably between her legs. Kristie grabbed Leslie's head and held her in place, though I doubt Leslie was going to abandon her dining experience anytime soon. I hurriedly stripped and walked behind Leslie. I lifted her dress and ran my hand over her ass. It was covered with a pale yellow pair of panties which I slid off with no problem. =20
I grabbed a condom and put it on and my cock homed in on the entrance to her cunt and slid in easily. She groaned into Kristie's quim and wiggled her ass.
"Cor, but I love a big one," she said as I began fucking her tight British box. Kristie squirmed under Leslie's tongue lashing and let out squeals of delight. She looked at me lovingly and I blew her a kiss as my cock hammered the London lass's puffy lips. Hot pussy oil dribbled down my dick onto my balls and ran down my thigh as slowly as maple syrup.
"Fuck me, Yank!" Leslie urged, her voice muffled in Kristie's folds. I was screwing her hard and fast and could feel the pressure building as I prepared to seal this international coupling with a hot load of cum.
Kristie saw how close I was and asked me to wait for her. She pulled Leslie's face even more snugly into her furrow and bucked her hips hard against the girl's face. I could see Kristie's firm thighs quivering as her orgasm approached and her tits flushed red, almost as red as her stiff nipples. She gasped and wailed as her climax consumed her and triggered my own release. My spunk raced up the length of my stalk and exploded into the reservoir at the tip.
Kristie insisted I pour my cum from the rubber onto Leslie's big British boobs so she could lap it up. I tongued my cousin's wet honeypot and even rimmed her sweet little asshole before we all stopped. I asked Leslie if she could recommend any interesting sex clubs for a couple of carnal Colonists.
"Well, that all depends, ducks," she said. "How kinky do you want to get?"
"Nothing illegal or painful," I replied.
"How long have you two been married?" Leslie asked. Kristie and I both laughed.
"Leslie, David's my cousin," Kristie explained. "This trip is my 21st birthday present, not a honeymoon." Leslie thought the arrangement was great and told us about how her first fuck had been with her handsome uncle.
"He's a politician, and I guess you know how much British politicians like to have it with whoever they can get." She told us about several interesting scenes, and suggested that we might enjoy visiting a "little place" she knew in the Soho district. I agreed to pay a visitor's fee to go to the club and perhaps participate. She made a phone call and within the hour we were riding the tube to the Oxford Street station.
As we walked along Threadneedle Street, I couldn't help comparing the attitudinal differences about sex between London and the United States. Shops selling adult merchandise like books and toys and clothing had attractive window displays and did not have the dirty, sleazy appearance as is often the case in the states. Even movie posters displayed in front of theaters unabashedly show the female breasts, just as the newspapers do. The British people, and even the European people, I understand, are far less afraid of human sexuality than Americans tend to be.
Leslie led us to a brick building and down a long flight of narrow stairs to a sub-basement level which was cheerfully decorated and well-lighted. We encountered several attractive people in various states of undress. I paid the agreed fee and we were ushered into a room where we were given lockers.
After voicing my particular concern about disease, Leslie led us to a large room where maybe twelve or so people were actively engaged in oral sex.
"Until someone is a member for awhile, they either use condoms or come in here," Leslie said. Kristie's fingers instinctively wrapped around my hardened cock as we took in the amazing spectacle before us. Men and women were sucking each other, to put it simply, both in couples and in groups. One man and two women formed a tight circle as one of the women devoured his cock while he burrowed hungrily between the thighs of the second woman, who was, I might add, older than the man by at least 20 years and quite hefty as well. She, in turn, was feasting at the shave trough of the first woman.
Next to us was a big-breasted girl and a man who was old enough to be her father. Leslie told us that he was, in fact, her uncle. She was celebrating her birthday and as a gift her uncle was bringing her into the club. He was licking her slit as she writhed in pleasure. As we watched, another couple, the man's son and wife, joined for some incestuous delights. The girl sucked in her cousin's stiff poker with enthusiasm while her aunt chewed on her sizeable melons.
"David, look!" Kristie whispered in awe as she pointed to another pile of flesh. A man who'd been jacking off his immense cock in front of two women was spraying gallons of thick white cream all over their wide-eyed faces and onto their flickering tongues. The stuff looked like glue as it clung to their cheeks in glistening globs. One woman, a sexy blonde, caught a thick wad smack across the nose and droplets of the stuff oozed slowly down the sides of her nose and her nostrils.
Suddenly, Kristie joined them and began thirstily lapping the syrupy semen from the women's faces. The man even offered her his dribbling spout and Kristie opened her mouth to try to engulf the immense cockhead. Just watching Kristie try to gulp that big cock was quite a sight.
I felt lips on my cock and looked down to see a beautiful black woman nibbling on my prick. Her skin was ebony in color, the blackest I'd ever seen.
"You're American, aren't you?" she asked, her British accent clipped and very refined. She was the daughter of an African diplomat and had been raised and educated in England.
"I love having sex with Americans," she said as she lazily licked my balls and lightly traced my prick with her long, gold-tipped fingernails. "Americans are so… forceful. Fuck my face with that big cock!" In an instant, her soft, full lips were surrounding my cock and her fingernails dug into my ass cheeks as she pulled me deep. I held her head and began fucking that hungry mouth of hers, hard and fast and rough.
I saw Kristie as she ate a woman's hairy snatch while a man and a woman tongued her own cunt and asshole. Even from where I was, I could see that my cousin's body was vibrating with pleasure and I fucked the African's sucking mouth. Wet, sloshy sounds came from her mouth and whimpering groans growled from deep in her throat as I plunged my pistoning prick in and out. My balls slapped steadily against her chin until, with a shout, my cum exploded from my cock, pouring down her throat like syrup. She gulped and swallowed, never gagging and not missing a drop.
Kristie was having a grand time sucking cocks, licking cunts, devouring assholes and gobbling tits. I just watched her as she enjoyed herself and explored. There were plenty of other attractive women to watch and I certainly watched plenty.
This club wasn't the only one we visited while in England. We attended a live discipline show where men and women acted out scenarios which ultimately ended with someone baring a spankable ass which soon became red when the spanking was administered. But probably the most intriguing encounter was with a gentleman I'll just call The Earl.
The Earl lives in one of the many mansions which dot the English countryside. He was aware of our desire for safe sex and had already outlined what he wanted. His particular turn-on was watching incestuous sex of any and all sorts. Europe has always been a stronghold of incest, particularly among the wealthy and the nobility to "keep the royal bloodlines pure and untainted."
Kristie wore a long, blue dress to the estate and looked sexy as hell. The partying was already in full swing when we arrived in a rental car. The Earl met us at the door and led us into the grand hall which was lavishly decorated with erotic nude paintings and sculptures. Everyone in the room was dressed, but hands were easily caressing breasts and cupping crotches.
The Earl introduced us to a couple I'll call Catherine and George. Catherine appeared to be in her late forties and George was around 30. Catherine was George's mother, but they behaved like the lovers they were as George had his arm around his mother's shoulder and was firmly holding a large breast. Catherine seemed quite nonplussed by this, even in front of strangers.
"How long has he been slipping his manhood into your grotto?" Catherine asked Kristie. "Georgie and I have been at it for… how long has it been, dear."
"Now, Mother, you're embarrassing Kristie," George said.
"Nonsense," Catherine dismissed the comment. "She has fuck-me eyes and loves talking about it almost as much as she enjoys doing it, isn't that right?" Kristie was embarrassed, all right, but she smiled and nodded. Catherine reached out and stroked Kristie's bare arm and commented wistfully about her smooth, youthful skin.
"Perhaps before the evening is over, you'll allow me to taste you," Catherine said. Then she reached down and wrapped her fingers around the sizable bulge in her son's crotch.
"Right now I must wrap my lips around this. Come along, George," she said, leading him away. Kristie's eyes were wide with surprise at the sensual displays we encountered at The Earl's manor. Eventually, we found ourselves in an orgy room where maybe 20 or so people were fucking and sucking, reaming and rimming. In no time, we had joined the festivities, easily melting into the hot mass of writhing bodies. I tasted the cunts of nieces and aunts, grandmothers and granddaughters and I had many mouths explore my family jewels and ass. =20
Kristie seemed to enjoy so many dicks and pussies as well. She was reamed, rammed, sucked and had her stomach filled with pussy cream and cum. By the time we left, both of us were tired and sore but satisfied. We slept into the next afternoon and spent the rest of the day and evening snuggling in the bed.
We also took a few days to go see the adult sights in Amsterdam, Copenhagen and Hamburg, but that is another story.
"Kristie And I Do Europe"
My cousin Kristie and I had a great time when we visited England. I guess we really made a big hit with The Earl. He was the one who insisted on escorting us to Europe's hottest sex capitals.
Amsterdam was a sex fiend's delight. Sex shops galore, legal prostitution, everything imaginable, much of which is either illegal or just not popular in America, was readily available there. You can be bound, gagged and fucked or pissed on or you can do the pissing. Kristie walked around wide-eyed and eager to see everything.
The Earl knew of a place that catered to his special interests, of course, and took us to a large house out in the countryside. The three-story house was probably someone's private home but it was outfitted in most of the rooms for sex. Each room had cushions, mattresses, beds, bottles of body oils, towels and sex toys. There was a very large bathroom on each floor outfitted with toilet, bidet, two showers and a big bathtub. The tub in the ground level bathroom was a large sunken affair made of marble.
When we arrived, the door was opened by a strikingly beautiful young blonde who looked to be 18 years old. Oh, and she was naked except for a white garter, stockings and high heels. The bright red nipples on her full breasts were quite stiff and the shimmer of wetness I saw told me that they'd recently been sucked or licked.
Her smile was warm and she greeted us in Flemish and led us into the dressing room. Actually, undressing room was more like it. She chatted as we undressed, telling Kristie and me about how much she loved American television shows and how she was hoping to visit America one day soon. She was very friendly and I wondered if she ever entered any beauty pageants. She and Kristie seemed to take to each other immediately. Her name was Marta and she and her family were our hosts.
Marta eyed my semi-erect cock and complimented me. She asked permission to welcome us to her home, then dropped to her knees. She took my balls in both hands, hefting them in her cool palms. Pursing her lips, Marta kissed the tip of my hard cock. Her tongue darted out and started teasing the sensitive spot on the underside right behind the head. Damn, she sure knew how to make a man feel welcomed. She looked up at me with those beautiful blue eyes of hers and smiled.
Then she quit, going over to Kristie. She kissed Kristie's small tits, then they locked lips in a deep, passionate kiss. Marta was sliding two fingers into Kristie's snatch and when they finally broke the kiss, Marta raised her fingers and sensuously licked Kristie's quim cream from them. I could see from the look in their eyes that they wanted more time together but Marta, the conscientious hostess, kept her cool and led us down the hall to the ball room. I watched Marta's ass as she led the way, my cock gripped in Kristie's hand, and I remember thinking how hot and tight Marta's asshole would feel and how I hoped I'd get the opportunity to do something with her.