"Kristie, I don't want to hurt you," I said, hugging her tightly.
"Gerta and Marta told me how to do it. They even left me some butt plugs so I could stretch my hole for you." She turned, her freckled nose inches from mine, those brown eyes full of love. "Besides, I want it. I love you, Dave. So what if it hurts a little. Annie loved your cock in her ass. So did Gerta and Marta. It feels good to me to have my asshole fingered or even to put the butt plugs in there. I want you now."
We made something of a romantic production of my taking Kristie's anal cherry. Candles and soft light, romantic music, a little wine, some well-placed pillows and plenty of lubrication, we were prepared. With her lovely pert butt thrust out and up and with her legs drawn up, her pink pucker was really inviting. Before I lubed it, I just had to kiss it and stick my tongue into the hot, musky interior. Kristie had her hands on the sides of my head and played with my ears while I rimmed and reamed her. She whimpered and moaned, sighed and squealed as I tongued her passage until she told me she was ready. I put plenty of the cool gel inside her asshole and then applied a generous amount to my cock. Kristie then firmly grabbed my cock and guided the mushroom knob to her awaiting sphincter. Her cheeks were flushed with excitement, her eyes wide with anticipation and her nipples were like rockets.
I pressed forward ever so slightly and Kristie inhaled sharply, but still smiled. I waited for the round muscle to relax and let my cock inside. I could feel the sphincter's tension slowly ease and my thick crown slowly moved into her portal. She sucked in her lower lip but I didn't see any sign of pain or discomfort on her face. I knew that my cock was stretching her wider than she'd ever been stretched, butt plugs or not. I looked down and watched as the rim of my knob slid inside her sphincter and the muscle clamped down on the top of the shaft.
Kristie felt it and gleefully laughed. "Your cock feels wonderful in my ass, Dave," she said softly. "I just knew it would."
"I hope it feels as good to you as I felt when you fucked me the other day."
"Probably better," she said. "Your cock is real. Hmm, give me more." There was still quite a way to go before all 9 inches would be inside; I just hoped like hell I could delay cumming long enough to get all of it inside. Kristie held my shoulders as I pressed forward and again felt my cock slowly make its way into her tunnel, widening the walls as the head led the way. My cousin's pixie face twitched and her body trembled every fraction of an inch my cock advanced. A constant moan of delight came from her throat and her hands slid behind my neck as she slowly pulled me inside.
Deeper my prick slid and the tightness was incredible. The only thing that prevented me from giving in to the pleasure was that this was a special experience that both of us were to enjoy. I could feel Kristie's inner muscles spasm around my cock both resisting my invasion and welcoming it.
I felt the hairs on my balls when they made contact with Kristie's ass and I looked to see barely an inch or so of my cock yet to go. "Almost there, Kristie," I said through clenched teeth. The freckles stood out on her nose; her nostrils were flared and beads of sweat were forming on her forehead. That she was going through such discomfort as a means to pleasure both herself and me only increased my desire to be gentle and to give her all the satisfaction and joy that I could.
I licked the sweat from her forehead and covered her face with kisses as I felt my pubic bone meet hers. My entire nine inches of thick, steel-hard cock were buried entirely, almost impossibly, inside my petite cousin's backside. Kristie was laughing with delight, her bowels stuffed with cock, cock that was ready to explode.
I eased backward, my cock sliding smoothly as it withdrew. Kristie hugged me tightly and I again filled her. The sweet scent of her pussy filled the room as her juice flowed from her cunt and ran down to help lubricate my cock and cling to my pubic curls.
"Fuck me, Dave," Kristie said as she rode the crest of a climactic wave. "Ooh, love me! Deep! Hard! Cum in my ass! Oh, God, love me!"
"I do love you, Kristie," I answered as my hips drove my cock smoothly in and out of her ass. I knew I was only seconds away from shooting and I wanted us to cum together. Kristie whimpered and started gasping as my cock swelled inside her, setting off her own body-wracking orgasm. Her spasming ass muscles clenched around my cock and milked my juice up and out to soothe the burning heat in her rectum.
Kristie hugged me tightly as she gasped and writhed beneath me. I made guttural grunts as my prick spit gobs of semen into her squirming ass and my mouth found hers and we kissed, gasping and breathing into one another. Kristie's ass was filled with cock and cum and she wanted both inside her for as long as possible.
We were sweaty and exhausted when we both finished cumming. When I saw the tears in Kristie's eyes, tears of happiness and love, not pain, my own eyes got misty. Her ass eventually gave up its hold on my drained piece and cum poured from her raw rear when my reddened cock slipped out. We slept entwined in one another's arms.
Virgin Territory
Kristie and I recently participated in an event that I just have to write about. A few months ago I received a letter from a family in Tennessee who had been following my stories and how I had developed this relationship with my cousin Kristie. It turned out that this family was very much into incestuous relationships and wanted to correspond with someone who understood the sort of family loving they enjoyed.
When they invited us to attend one of their family gatherings, Kristie and I got in the car and drove. We went through the Great Smoky Mountains and about a half hour from Gatlinburg was where we met the "Jones" family. The Jones farm is composed of 200 acres of pasture, fields, forested mountainside and a few clear mountain stream. The main house is a huge Victorian-style structure with two huge old oak trees in the front yard. Jake Jones had explained that the annual party we were attending was a combination family reunion and a rite of passage. This year, three family members, two girls and one boy, had turned eighteen and would be welcomed into the sexual fun the family enjoyed.
Kristie was excited and antsy for most of the trip. Her nipples poked her t-shirt and she rubbed her horny crotch through her shorts. I was half-hard and had to refuse Kristie's offer of a blowjob at one of the scenic overlooks because I didn't want to risk blowing my load and missing anything that weekend. I mean, I love Kristie but I can always get a blowjob from her; this was a once-a-year event and I wanted to save all my energy.
It's a good thing I waited.
The driveway to the main house was about a mile long and when we arrived there were a dozen vehicles with license tags from all over the country. Jake came out of the house to greet us. Jake is 46, tall, rugged and with a shock of prematurely-gray hair. He was dressed casually and he was accompanied by two attractive women he introduced as his daughters, Jeanne and Martha. Both were in their early to mid-twenties and both wore loose dresses ("Easier to get out of," Martha told us later.)
Jake was friendly and made us feel welcomed and relaxed. Jeanne whispered in his ear. Jake smiled. "Jeanne likes bald heads, Dave. She want to hold your head between her thighs!" Jeanne grinned at me. I felt a bit embarrassed by the boldness. However, my cock was stiffening in my jeans. Kristie rubbed the front of my jeans. "He's a great pussy eater, Jeanne," she said. "And so am I. I hope I can get a taste while we're here."
"Hot damn!" Jake laughed. "Honey, show Kristie that honeypot of yours. You, too, Martha!" Both young women immediately lifted their dresses to reveal their unpantied lower bodies. Their pubic triangles were neatly trimmed and their lips were visible. Martha had an extremely large clitoris which jutted out. Kristie reached out with both hands and cupped both pussies, wiggling a finger between the lips and making the sisters groan.
Jake laughed again. "Kristie, you'd best wait until we get inside or you'll start an orgy right here!"
All three women, Kristie, Martha and Jeanne, looked at Jake and simultaneously said, "An orgy sounds good." We all laughed then and then made our way onto the big porch and into the house. Inside, it reminded me of the many country homes I'd been inside, including my grandmother's. However, my grandmother was never, to my knowledge anyway, caught sitting fully clothed on an ottoman sucking on the stiff cock of a guy young enough to be her grandson. That's what we saw when we entered the living room. Jake confirmed that the silver-haired woman was his 68-year-old aunt and the cock she was sucking belonged to her grandson.
"Rob just loves his granny's gum jobs," Jake said. I saw her false teeth lying on the coffee table and we watched as Rob gave way to the pleasure and let his spunk shoot into his grandmother's hungry mouth. She swallowed his offering without letting a drop escape her lips. After she let his softened cock slip from her mouth, she replaced her teeth and came over to greet Kristie and me.
"Girls, why don't you give our company here a real Tennessee howdy do while I go back to the kitchen to help with supper?" Well, their idea of a Tennessee welcome is to strip the guests and give them a tongue bathe. In no time, Martha and Jeanne were joined by a half-dozen other women, sisters, mothers, all related and all eager to meet, greet and eat the visitors. I watched as one woman I later learned was Jake's sister, got between Kristie's legs and devoured my cousin's sweet cunt, much to Kristie's delight.
I got my share of the oralism as well. The girls all loved my cock, or "that big wanger," as one called it, and it received plenty of lip service and tongue lashings, I assure you. Glenda, a 40-ish red-head, with a million freckles and huge, pillowy tits, got her tongue deep in my asshole and let that muscle squirm away in my steamy rear passage. I finally spewed my pent-up load and it was thirstily shared by most of the women. Jake's sister was sucking Kristie to a screaming orgasm and didn't get any, though.
I asked where the men in the family were. Jake was probing his niece's asshole with his cock when I asked. "They're out in the woods huntin' or fishin' down to the trout stream," Jake said. "Never could figure why a man would want to shoot a rifle when he could shoot his wad or why he'd want to mess with a fishin' pole when there's women around who want to play with his pole. But that's okay. Just means we got our pick of pussy and tits."
"And ass, Uncle Jake," his niece said as he pumped away between her fleshy cheeks. "Hmm, you fuck my ass so good," she said as she lowered her face into Jeanne's pussy. Meanwhile, Glenda got behind Jake, spread his cheeks and plunged her active tongue into his ass. Kristie cuddled up to me and I automatically put my arm around her and cupped her small breast while we watched this segment of the Jones family do what seemed natural, rimming and sucking and fucking, the picture of pleasurable incest.
After a while, we showered and dressed and then Jake took us on a tour. He pointed to a house in the distance and said that was where the "young 'uns" were as well as the adults who didn't get involved in the intimate fun.=20
"We got two preachers in the family, Dave," he told me. "My brother's one and my aunt's husband. Both of 'em are over to the other house. Oh, they don't preach against what we're doing. They just don't party and all. My brother likes to fuck Martha and maybe a couple more. My aunt's husband loves to read a sermon while a woman fucks his ass with a fake dick and he jacks off. Weird, huh?" Jake laughed and said that the world was full of strange things.
When we got to the barn, Kristie and I got an idea of just how strange things could be in the Jones family. Jake explained the ceremony we would watch that night. He said the three newcomers would lie naked on the three waist-high platforms there in the barn and all the members of the family would stroke, lick, kiss, suck, feel, whatever, except the privilege of the first fuck went to the parent. Tom's mother, Glenda, would be his first fuck, and the girls would get dicked by their daddies.
"Charlotte, one of the girls, is my preacher brother's daughter. I know he's lookin' forward to this. That girl is a beauty, too. Blonde hair, blue eyes, tits out to here, lips that beg to be fucked. She's already gonna be a cheerleader at college. I can't wait to get some of that myself!"
Supper was a picnic held outside with everyone clothed and on their best behavior because every member of the clan was there. Martha introduced Kristie and me to the rest of the family, including the three soon-to-be inductees. Several of the men took a fancy to Kristie, of course, but they also knew that they first had to satisfy their own family needs.
It was early evening when the consenting adults made their way to the barn. Since Kristie and I were there to observe and not to participate in the family ritual, we took up a position in the loft where we could easily see everyone and everything below us. We had removed our clothes as we came in and had climbed to the loft quite naked. We sat on a blanket and watched everyone else enter the barn and strip. Both Kristie and I were excited and my hand fingered her cooze even as she fondled me. We kept commenting on the people who walked in and undressed for the ceremony.
"What tits!" "Big balls!" "Nice legs!" "Those lips were made to suck cock!"
It was Jake's father who really surprised me, though. He was the oldest person in attendance, 71 years old. Jake had told me that the old man had a physical condition which caused him to have a perpetual hard-on. "Priapism" it's called. And when he stripped down, I saw for myself. His cock was as stiff as that of a man half his age, close to 10 inches long, pink and waving before him as it thrust out over a pair of massive balls.
"Damn!" gasped Kristie as she watched the old man sit in his chair. He called to one of the women (a daughter or granddaughter or niece – you can't be sure in situations like this) and in a loud voice asked if she would suck his "clapper."
"I got me a nice wad to let loose and I haven't had your mouth in days." While he got some eager head, the old man fingered some pussies and stroked a few cocks as other family members gathered around to watch. Hands roamed everywhere as everyone watched Grandpa climb closer to the brink. Kristie's pussy was wet and hot as I strummed her throbbing clit there in the loft.
The old man started bucking his hips and jerked his cock out of the mouth that had coaxed this orgasm. He grabbed his cock and jerked it a few times. "Fuck!" he yelled as a jet of spunk fired high into the air, followed by another and yet another. I had never seen so much semen come from a cock during one orgasm. His cum landed on arms and legs; tongues sought to catch the pearly drops in mid-spurt; others licked it off bodies and faces. You'd have thought there was something magical or religious in that old man's cum.
Hmm. Considering his age… the amount he produced… his constant erections… hell, maybe it is supernatural.
During the next few minutes, Kristie and I were engrossed in a hard, passionate fuck which left me limp and she had a quim full of hot cum. When we looked down from the loft, the lights had been dimmed and the three to be welcomed to the adult fun were lying on the three platforms. The male was sporting a thick eight-inch hard-on which had the attention of most of the women, but none so much as his mother, Glenda, who couldn't keep her hands away from his parts.
The two girls were both desirable. One had short black hair and large breasts with huge, suckable nipples. Charlotte, about whom Jake had raved, was, indeed, a beautiful blonde, definitely a body any magazine would love to have as a covergirl or a centerfold. Her father wasn't wearing any clothes, but he just looked like a preacher, except of course, for that steely erection that stood stiffly, waiting to sink into his daughter's virgin pussy.
The initiation ceremony was presided over by stiff-cocked Grandpa who told a history of the family and its tradition of family fucking. Then he approached each of the newcomers, his swollen cock jumping and drizzling clear pre-cum and each in turn kissed his truncheon as if it were a symbol of some secret religion. Then Glenda climbed up on the platform, straddled her son and lowered her cunt to his upthrust staff.
"Fuck me, Tom," Glenda said to her manly sttud of a son as she guided his cock to her hole. "Give you're mother your fine dick and fill me with you cum!"
Neither Kristie nor I could see that joining, but we could see the rapturous expression on Tom's face as his mother's wet cunt enveloped his hard flesh. In seconds Glenda was sitting on Tom's thighs, his entire length buried inside her.
The fathers of the two girls were as eager to fuck their daughters. The brunette's father had a large stomach and we could not see his cock from the loft, but we did see his daughter's face when he first thrust into her. She flinched ever so slightly, but the pleasure soon took control. The same with Charlotte.
"Such a tight nest, Charlotte," her father said as he thrust in and out. It wasn't long before her thighs tightened on her father's hips and her feet spurred him on as she thumped his thrusting ass.