A slightly different scene was being enacted between two other married first cousins, themselves cousins to Susan and Buddy. Rebecca and Merton were nearly twenty years younger than their other cousins. They had been legally married for three years now, and still had no offspring. They also attended the annual Cousin's Club meeting.
Becky and Merton, though legally married three years, had known one another since puberty, and they had played with each other that long.
They were in the bedroom, Becky wearing a night dress, Merton still wearing his street clothing. Becky was mixing drinks for them from the portable bar in the corner of their bedroom.
She brought Merton's drink to him. Both were a bit nervous and drank quickly. They knew what the night held in store for them, and it was to be a new experience.
Once her drink was finished, Becky put her glass down on one of the night tables and sat beside Merton on the bed. She could feel his anxiety, causing a heavy warmth to spread from her cunt to her nipples.
"You're still fully dressed," she chastised. "Come on, honey, get that shirt off, right now."
She yanked on his tie until it came off, then began unbuttoning the shirt, feeling the warmth emanate from his chest. And when she finally got the shirt open and pulled it off, he fell back on the bed. She lay beside him, resting her head in his armpit.
"How d'you feel?" she asked.
"Horny," he replied, "but ten you know that."
"I'm glad of that. When you came home earlier, you looked tired."
"I felt tired. In fact, I still feel a little tired, and I might not even be able to perform as well as I thought I might."
"You've never disappointed me, yet," she smiled, running her hand across his T-shirted chest. She noticed a small tent starting to rise at his crotch.
"Who'd have thought we'd ever get married," he murmured, his eyes now staring at the swelling of her large, round tits as they pushed against the night dress. He could see the swollen nipples, and the strain in his balls seemed to increase.
"Well, we played doctor often enough from the time we were small kids," she reminded him, reminding were even necessary.
He remembered how they'd fooled around with each other's bodies from the time he and his aim had come to live with Becky, her brothers, and her mother, ten years earlier. She had only been eight then, and he had been eleven, but it hadn't stopped him from touching her and making her touch him.
At first he used to frighten her into doing it, telling her a dragon would pop up out of the ground unless she played with his cock. But after while she got to like it, especially when he began pushing his fingers into her tight little cunny. He had copped her cherry four years earlier, and only pure luck had kept her from getting pregnant that time.
Still, he had never tired of fucking her. True he'd once played with another girl from school, about two years earlier, but he found she wasn't nearly as much fun as Becky. No, he was a one-cunt man, not because he believed in fidelity, but because this one cunt was the only one he'd ever found to totally satisfy him. And though he was only first beginning to learn about his wife as a person rather than a pussy to fulfill his needs, Merton was enjoying it, and Becky enjoyed it even more.
Now her hand roamed down over the bulge in his pants. Oddly enough, ever since their marriage three years earlier, Merton was enjoying sex even more.
His cock gave a throbbing push against his pants as her hand rubbed across it, and she smiled, saying, "No matter how tired you are, your cock is wide awake and ready to go."
Before he could reply, she kissed his lips lightly, pressed her hand down against the upthrusting bulge in his pants. Her fingers ran up and down the thick length his cock. Merton stared, awed by the power in those slender fingers as they raced up and down. Not only was his cock now a solid monolith, but it was aching to come out into the open air. Hell, the tiredness was seeping out of him, being replaced by burning passion.
As he stared, her hand opened his fly and those nimble fingers reached into the opening, seeking out his hardened cock. Seconds later, her cool fingertips touched his prick, making him start as he experienced a tingling thrill.
No matter how many times she touched his cock, each time felt like the first time, only better. And then his cock was free from his pants, and her closed fist slid straight down to the hairy base, letting the magnificent purple cockhead stand majestically over everything.
Becky stared at the long, hot column of lavender-capped cockflesh, realizing how much his trick had come to mean to her. After having been initiated into the rite of masturbating Merton, she had tried it on one or two other boys at her school, taking each individually into a nearby apartment house basement and jerking them off. But there was something about the feel of their cocks that didn't seem to suit her hand as much as Merton's cock had.
She had even pulled her brother Arthur's monstrously long prick, once. He had run to confession afterward. The asshole had felt it necessary to tell the local priest, and now, everytime she went to church, she could feel the man's eyes burning into her. Hell, she had no idea whether he was condemning her, or wishing she would come and yank his cock, as well.
Now she sat up a bit and stared at Merton's prick, licking her lips, savoring the sight of it. Then she wrapped both hands around his cock, thrilling to the burning heat inside it, feeling his prick swell.
Merton sucked in his breath and caressed her back, wanting very much to touch her soft skin under the clinging night dress. His fingers encountered the ribbon around her waist, and he pulled, letting the nylon fall open to reveal her delightfully bare body.
He pulled the robe off one arm as she temporarily released his cock, then she sat up, gripping the burning prick with her free hand so he could pull the night dress from her other arm, letting both luscious tits come into view.
"You like my tits, don't you," she smiled, gripping his burning prick tightly with her right hand.
The first drop of cum made its appearance, seeping from the narrow, tiny hole in his aching cock. Becky's fist rose until it covered the purple knob, then slid down again, spreading the colorless oil across the full length of his solid seven inches of prick.
"Oh, it's such a lovely cock," she whispered, becoming more and more hungry for his prick as she felt her husband's anxiety mount. Her hand gripped his cock even more tightly, pumping faster now.
Merton kissed her lips, her soft, tempting lips, and the feel of them made his unbending cock all the more solid as it fluttered helplessly in her tight grasp. Every time she touched his prick he felt as if he were a male virgin being seduced for the first time.
Finally she made him rise to his feet, releasing his cock long enough for him to remove his clothing. But her eyes never left it, and if looks could caress, there was every possibility Merton would have popped a load then and there. Like a gigantic cannon his cock swung to and fro between his thin thighs.
"Wonderful," she finally purred, her hands tickling his balls.
"In all the world there's no cock like this cock," she murmured, kissing him and rubbing his balls at the same time. "And these are the greatest balls in existence," she continued. "Look how awake and in need of me your cock and balls are. They aren't the least bit tired."
Her hand settled more firmly around the leather-like sac, and the long cock pointed at her as if commanding her. As far as she was concerned, his prick was commanding her, and she was quick to kneel before it, staring at it, seeing the colorless froth continue to issue from the hole in his cockhead.
Merton no longer felt tired. But then, Becky always had that effect on him.
He gazed down lovingly at her lush form, watching the way her tits swayed from side to side as she bent forward. The one hand continued clutching his tingling nuts, while her other hand caressed his rigid cock, more cum seeped from its lavender cap.
"I adore it," she muttered, blowing hot air all over his prick, causing strings of the slick seepage to whip across her mouth. Her tongue leaped out and sucked it in, relishing the wonderful taste of his prick.
Her free hand once again gripped his cockshaft, and Merton exhaled a loud, long sigh. Raptly gazing at her, he saw his lovely wife come closer to his body, still on her knees. The hand around his balls applied mute pressure, making him groan.
Slowly, very slowly, her lips came nearer and nearer, until they were pressed holly against his cockslit. They kissed his cockhead, then encircled the solid, spongy, purple head, letting her tongue lap at the sensitive pinpoint of a hole. She licked madly, then slowly moved forward as her lips began to slowly suck more of his prick into her hungry mouth.
When the tip of her tongue touched that very sensitive nerve on the underside of his prick, where the glans joined the rest of the shaft, she felt him violently tremble and grab her long, black hair firmly, holding her head firmly. He sighed, knowing any moment the bubbling cum in him would shoot out.
Releasing her hold on his balls, she pulled her mouth away from his blazing cock.
"You love it, don't you?" she asked, watching his body tremble.
"Oh yes," he replied. "Oh yes. Nobody can suck a cock like you."
"If I ever catch anyone sucking your prick, I'll bite it off."
"There's no one else better, Becky. I swear it. There's no one else. No one could be as good a cocksucker as you."
"Don't ever forget it," she murmured, nuzzling his leaking cocktip with her lips, tantalizing it into releasing even more of its oily secretion.
Without warning, she sucked the entire pulsating knob into her mouth again, pulling the leaking cum down her throat. She sucked strongly now, drinking his fluid as fast as it came out.
With her mouth tightly surrounding the tingling peckerhead, she began pushing him back until his calves touched the side of the bed. Then he fell on the bed with her lips still tightly gripping his cock.
Her full tits bobbled up and down before pressing against his thighs, and the touch of her large nipples caused a greater fire to swell in his already roasting groin. Her tongue licked its way up one torrid side of his prick and down the other. Merton was in the throes of the sweetest agony on earth. His wife's slavering tongue caused his prick to shudder thrillingly. The bubbling white cream in his balls was boiling in an effort to rise and come flooding forth from his cock. Already his hips were bucking wildly, making the bed shake.
His broad, heavy staff of solid cock was a quivering baton, its gleaming skin shining with juice. Once again Becky's mouth swallowed the purple plum of his swollen glans, her hand surrounding the heavy flesh bag containing his balls. She caressed his balls gently as her O-shaped lips excited and provoked his steely shaft.
Down her mouth moved, now a good inch below the sensitive ridge of his flaring corona, and her tongue lay flat along the vein-lined underside. Down again she went, pulling more of the tangy, pulsating flesh between her lips.
"Sonofabitch!" Merton exclaimed. "Oh sweet Jesus! Becky, I love you. Oh God! You're driving me out of my ever-fucking mind."
From the tingling pulsation's in his prick, she knew he was already on the brink of an orgasm. She knew he would harden again after, and yet, she wanted something this time, too.
What a superb hard cock. What a magnificent monument of flesh. If only his prick could stay like this all the hours he was with her, she would fuck and suck him constantly.
I want that fucking stick between my pussylips, she finally decided, raising her head. The sperm was already coming from the excited tip of his delicious prick in streams rather than drops.
"Merton," she whispered. "Merton, fuck me. Fuck me, now!"
He didn't need to be told twice. He pulled her up and rolled her over, throwing her down on the bed, his cock punching its way between her thighs. Even so, he needed one hand to guide it into her cunt, letting those soft, yet slick, lips surround hip prick. His mouth came down hard on her right tit, strongly sucking on it, his teeth chewing the dark nipple. He sucked her full tit, nursing hungrily.
His hard cock pushed deeper now, slowly making inroads into the hot tunnel of her hungering cunt. She writhed, pushing her body forward, doing her best to impale her pussy on his thrusting prick. And then he was thundering into her, moving with tremendous speed until his balls slapped against her asshole.
Merton emitted a long, loud moan. The pleasure for him became so great, his mouth opened wide, and the nipple fell from his lips. With his weight on his elbows, he pulled back his cock slightly, then rammed forward again. The next time he pulled his cock back a bit more. Each succeeding stroke was longer, deeper, more thrilling, more sensational. He made Becky squirm beneath him with undulating passion.
Her left hand reached all the way down, to touch his tight balls. More sparks seemed to shoot through him as her nails lightly scratched his swaying testicles.
Now her body began a rotating, twitching motion, and she felt the seven inches of cock throb violently against her cunt walls. This was one motion his cock couldn't resist, and she knew it was a matter of mere seconds before his first orgasm came blasting out of him and into her cunt.
She wanted to come with him.
"Hold back… a little longer," she begged, still rotating her cunt, driving his cock wild with sizzling sensuousness. But now movement was difficult, because his swollen prick had enlarged to even greater proportions, and it took all her concentration to make it plunge into her cunt.
He began the final fuck strokes now, thrusting into Becky with long, hard, swift strokes. Becky loved fucking. She loved fucking with him because it was his cock, just as he received special enjoyment from her cunt.
Becky felt her husband's first wild spurts splatter into her cunt, and she knew she would be joining him almost instantly. Digging her heels into the bed, she jammed her loins against his prick, catching his squirting semen in her simmering snatch, using the sperm as an added lubricant, smearing it along the length of his pumping prick.
His cock was still hard, and now it was reaching into her, teasing that warm glow deep down inside her cunt. Finally, an orgasm crashed through her body like a wild, swinging hammer.
It walloped her with a greater surging than she had expected, and she yelled, "Mertonnnnnn… oh God, Merton… Fuck me!"
He grunted repeatedly as he unleashed thick, sticky streams of sperm into her sucking pussy. By now he was used to the way her cunt held his cock tightly inside her pussy. Used to it? Hell, he damn well liked it. There was no woman like Becky.
"Are you sure it turns into an orgy?" Becky asked afterward, as they lay side by side on the bed.
"That's what I heard," he nodded. "We can always back out if you feel like it."
"No," she answered, shaking her head. "I know there's no man like you as far as I'm concerned, but I think I'd like to try another man or two, at least this one time. But I want you there, making sure it's all out in the open."
"Okay, just so long as you don't get mad if I fuck one or two of the female cousins."
"Merton, I told you before, I don't object to your fucking them, or even doing a sixty-nine. Just don't let me catch you enjoying it as much as you do with me."
"Like I said before, honey, there's nobody as good as you."