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After my hot, housekeeping boy left, I sat in the chair
for a few moments. I finally was able to rouse myself
to climb in the shower and get cleaned up for the
family thing for Christmas Eve.
I headed over to my parents house and, arriving around
noon, we did the whole Christmas Eve deal. A couple of
step-cousins had even made the trip from the west
coast. We hadn't seen them since their parents died a
few years ago. Keith was my age and Leslie, the
youngest of the family, was five years our junior.
Still, even at 40, Leslie was one hot number. I had
flashbacks to visiting them 25 years ago, when Les — as
we all called her — was a nubile young 15 and I was a
horny, 20-year-old college student. The images of her
in her tiny bikinis, playing on their trampoline, tiny
tits bounding almost completely out of their covering,
played through my mind.
We'd almost ended up fucking once, several years ago,
when our grandfather died and they came back for the
funeral. We'd all gone out and gotten drunk after the
funeral. Les, 25 at the time, was recently divorced
from a total asshole who'd mistreated and abused her.
I'd caught him, once, slapping her for something she'd
said when he thought no one was around during some
holiday family gathering. It took her dad, my dad and
her brother to pull me off of him. We'd thrown him out
of the house with a warning not to show his face while
I was around. She'd kicked him out, but ended up going
back to him, leaving him, then going back to him a few
more times. She finally wised up after numerous years
of abuse and given him the boot for good.
We'd dropped her brother off at his room and I offered
to drive her around the motel they were at, rather than
having her walk in her inebriated state. She grinned,
sitting in the center of the front bench seat of my old
Oldsmobile, and said that would be great.
I parked in front of her room and we ended up in a hot
make-out session. She was completely open, apparently,
to anything I wanted to do. With the top of her dress
open and her beautiful, tiny tits exposed, I had my
hand up her short skirt, tugging at her tiny panties,
feeling her shaved pussy lips under my fingers. But my
better angels took over and I — somehow — called a
halt.
Frustrated, but not angry, Leslie pulled her self back
together and headed into her room. We never spoke of it
again, but I almost wore the skin off my dick that
night, jacking off to the memory of making out with my
gorgeous cousin.
Back to the present — we ate dinner, opened presents
and generally sat around doing the family Christmas
thing. I hadn't known the cousins were even coming, so
I hadn't gotten them any presents. I offered to take
them to the local stores the next day on a mini-
shopping spree. Keith demurred, but Leslie sounded
excited.
I told her what motel I was at and the room number and
invited her to stop by in the morning. It turned out
she and Keith had rooms at the motel next door. I'd
forgotten about the open invitation I'd extended to the
hot housekeeping boy and his promise to return early
the next day for a repeat performance.
We all ended up heading out around midnight, aiming our
tired bodies toward our respective rooms. I got inside,
grabbed a bottle of water from the mini fridge, and
settle in to watch a little television before crashing
for the night.
A sudden knock on the door surprised me out of my food-
induced stupor. Not bothering to put on a shirt, I
walked to the door in just my sweat shorts and peaked
through the peephole.
It was Leslie. I opened the door, u*********s of my
partial nudity. She was standing there, no coat, just a
tight, cut-off t-shirt and tight running shorts that
hugged the contours of her legs, ass and — God help me
— her crotch.
"Hey, what's up?" I asked her, inviting her in.
"Couldn't sleep," she replied. "I kept thinking about
that night after granddad's funeral. Remember? It turns
out, I'm in the same room I was that night when you
refused to comfort a girl in distress. You can't
believe how long I had to stroke my pussy that night
before I put out the fire you'd started and got to
sleep."
I'm sure my eyes fell out of my head somewhere in that
speech, landing at my feet to join my jaw on the floor.
I took a second, harder look at Leslie. Her puffy
nipples were rock hard, poking against the material of
her tight, cropped shirt. The material of her shorts
was pulled tight between the lips of her pussy, making
a definite camel toe, with just a hint of darkening at
the apex.
Damn, I thought to myself. It looks like her pussy is
wet and leaking through her shorts!
She continued talking as I scanned her up and down with
my eyes. I finally came back to reality and heard what
she was saying.
"Hello," she said, poking me in the arm. "You in there?
So, what'll it be? You gonna drag me to bed and ravish
me? Or are you just going to stare at me all night?"
Not waiting for an answer, Leslie reached out and
cupped my rapidly hardening cock through the thin
material of my sweat shorts. She gave it a few gentle
strokes, bringing me to full attention in no time.
"I figured it was big," she moaned. "Wish I'd found out
that night, all those years ago."
With that, she just dropped to her knees in front of
me, whipped her shirt off over her head and grabbed at
the waistband of my shorts. She had them down around my
ankles in one jerk and she moaned as my thick, 8-inch
cock bobbed in to view.
"Damn," she whispered as she wrapped her fingers around
the shaft, hefting its weight in her hand. "Nice."
She leaned forward, licking her lips, and engulfed the
head of my cock. I almost came unglued and my knees
almost buckled as she sucked about half the shaft into
her hot, wet mouth in one motion. Soon, she was bobbing
back and forth, my spit-slicked shaft glistening in the
dim room light as she fucked her face up and down the
length of my cock.
She pulled away after about a minute, her hand
continuing to hold and gently stroke the length of my
cock. She seemed mesmerized by it, like a sparrow
hypnotized by a snake, as she coaxed a drop of pre-cum
out of the tip. She flicked her tongue over the tip,
licking the drop away and rolling it around in her
mouth, like tasting a fine wine.
"Ummm," she said, finally looking up at me with a big
grin on her face. "Great cock, cuz. Tasty, too."
She stood up, still holding my cock firmly in her
small, delicate hand. She walked past me, leading me by
my dick to the bed. She finally released my shaft as
she lay down on the rumpled sheets, wearing just the
thin running shorts, and spread her thighs invitingly.
The wet spot I thought I'd noticed before was
definitely there, darkening the material and outlining
the lips of her pussy.
"So, what you gonna do, cuz?" she asked me, a lustful,
wanton grin on her face.
I didn't answer. Instead, I leaned down and forced my
tongue deep into her mouth, cupping one of her tits
with my left hand. She moaned as I climbed on the bed
between her spread thighs and began kissing my way down
her body.
I suckled and nibbled at her breasts, gently biting the
nipples and pulling them away from her body. She arched
her back in arousal to keep my lips in contact with her
perfect little tits while my free hand stroked slowly
down her taught stomach toward the waist band of her
shorts.
"Oh, hell yeah," she moaned. "Bite my titties. Hurt
them!"
Unwilling to go too far, I kept up my gentle chewing
and nibbling as I worked my fingers under the waistband
and in to her shorts. Her hips came up off the bed and
she spread her thighs wider as I reached between her
legs, waiting to encounter her pubic bush.
My fingers never felt hair before they reached the
steaming oven of her pussy. She was burning hot, almost
scalding, dripping with juice as I palmed her pussy and
worked two fingers in between her silky labia.
"Ummm," she moaned again. "You like it? I shaved it
fresh for you before I came over here."
Her hips were pumping in time with my stroking fingers
as I continued feasting on her tiny boobs. But I had to
see her pussy. I began kissing my way further and
further down over her tight stomach toward her waist.
Leslie was moaning constantly, now, as I readjusted my
position until I was lying on my stomach between her
widely spread legs. I grasped the waistband of her
shorts and slid them down her thighs. She lifted her
tiny ass off the mattress to aid me as I pulled her
legs up and divested her of the last of her clothing.
Lowering her legs back on my shoulders, I took my first
look at her naked pussy. It was beautiful! Slim,
pouting lips held tightly together, it looked like two
fingers clenched tightly with just the slightest bulge
of her clit protruding at the top. And there wasn't a
hint of hair to be found anywhere.
I pressed her legs back further until she was bent
almost in half, her knees resting by her head. She
wrapped her arms around her upturned thighs and started
begging me to eat her out, her words turning to moans
of lust as I dragged my tongue through the cleft of her
ass, over her tiny butt hole and through the lips of
her pussy to her clit.
I captured the bud of her clit between my lips, sucking
it into my mouth and teasing it with the tip of my
tongue. Her moans turned to lust-filled groans and her
hips started rocking on the bed as I tickled her clit
before turning my attention to her entrance to her
tunnel of love. I curled my tongue into a hard shaft
and drove it into her pussy as far as it would go.
My cock was still rock hard and dripping a steady flow
of pre-cum onto the bed. I remember thinking my
housekeeping friend was going to have to change the
sheets again tomorrow.
Leslie, by now, was moaning and groaning constantly as
she thrashed around on the bed under my lingual
assault. Her feet were flopping around freely, pointed
straight at the ceiling, as she neared her first orgasm
of the evening.
Then it hit as, with a loud cry, she came. I rode out
her first orgasm as she filled my mouth with her
nectar, my tongue never leaving her pussy slit. I ate
her through another and another orgasm until she was
almost limp on the bed. As her fourth orgasm peaked, I
climbed rapidly up her body and positioned the head of
my cock at the entrance to her pussy.
"Oh, God, yes!" she cried. "Fuck me! Please, Fuck
MEEEE!"
I sank my cock balls deep in one stroke into her super-
heated pussy. It was like sinking in to a silk-lined
vice. Leslie started in to one long, continuous orgasm
as I pounded her in to the mattress. Her eyes were
closed and her mouth was open in a steady moan.
She was meeting my every thrust as I developed a steady
rhythm, begging me to fuck her harder. She started up a
chant of, "Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, harder, harder,
harder," to punctuate every thrust into her depths, my
balls banging against her upturned ass.
As her latest orgasm peaked — I'd lost count by now and
I'm pretty sure she had, too — I pulled away, dragging
my soaking-wet cock from her dripping pussy. She
groaned in frustration as the head popped out from
between her lips, leaving her empty for the moment.
I flipped her over and pulled her up to her knees with
her beautiful ass sticking in the air. I immediately
positioned myself behind her and drove my cock back
into her pussy from behind. Her head flew up and back
and she resumed her chant, begging me to fuck her
harder, to take her, to make her mine.
She kept thrusting back, rocking her hips in time with
me as we fucked as one body. I'd never felt anything
like this. In my mind I knew it was probably wrong,
even though Leslie was a step-cousin and no real blood
relation. But my body wouldn't let me stop. I couldn't
get over the erotic nature of fucking my cousin, a
woman I'd lusted after since she entered puberty,
remembering her in the tiny bikinis she used to wear,
jumping on the trampoline in their back yard, watching
her tits bounce and her gorgeous butt flex.
Les was still cumming like crazy, reaching a new peak
every few seconds. I don't know how I'd managed to last
so long myself. I'd never been harder, more turned on,
more aroused by any of the women or men I'd been with
in the past. I was shocked, then, when Leslie pulled
away, letting my cock slip free from her pussy.
"Fuck my ass," she said, simply, looking over her
shoulder at me.
Her face was flushed, as I'm sure mine was, and we were
both covered in sex sweat. Her blondish brown hair was
matted to her head and what little makeup she'd had on
was smeared on the pillows and sheets in front of her,
wiped off as I'd moved her — fucked her — around the
bed.
But she'd never looked more beautiful — no woman ever
had — as she looked at me and said again, "Fuck me in
my ass. Please!"
Never one to deny a lady, especially not a lady as
obviously in heat as Leslie was, I slid back into
position behind her. I grasped the shaft and slipped
the head of my cock up between her pussy lips,
bypassing her vaginal entrance this time, until the tip
rested against her tightly puckered anal opening.
"Just do it," she moaned. "Fuck my ass. I want to be
yours totally."
I pressed forward, the shaft of my cock bending
slightly for a moment before her ass flowered open
under the pressure. The head and about two inches of
shaft surged into her, eliciting another loud groan as
her ass spread wide.
"Hold still," she said. "Gimme a second."
I laughed inwardly, remember how just that morning I'd
heard those same words as I took the anal virginity of
a college boy on the housecleaning staff of the motel
in this very bed. Quicker than he had, though, Leslie
began pushing back against me until her cheeks rested
tightly against my thighs, my cock buried deeply in her
ass.
"God that feels great!" she moaned. "Your cock's so big
in my ass."
I had to agree. My cock felt bigger and harder than it
had ever been. Here I was, fucking my cousin in the ass
on Christmas Eve after she'd sucked my cock and I'd
plundered her wonderful little pussy. The muscles of
her ass rippled up and down the length of my cock as I
slowly withdrew until just the head remained inside.
Then I surged forward, burying my cock back in her ass
and I began fucking her in earnest.
We were sweating and moaning in unison as I pounded her
ass. She began working her legs out from under her
until she was lying flat on her stomach on the bed, my
cock pistoning in and out of her as fast as I could go.
She kept begging me to fuck her harder. Then, suddenly,
her ass clenched tight around my cock, her body locked
up and the biggest orgasm of the night hit her like a
freight train. That was all I could take. I started
shooting the biggest load of my life deep in her
bowels.
"Cumming!" she cried. "I can feel you cumming in my
ass!"
Spurt after spurt fired from my cock to coat her
insides in sperm, filling her to the brim. After what
seemed like minutes, we both collapsed on the bed,
completely spent. I rolled off her, my shrinking cock
slipping from her ass with a liquid plop, followed by a
steady flow of my seed as it leaked from her gaping
ass.
Neither of us moved for several minutes. Then Leslie
slid over until she was nestled in my arms, her sweaty
head resting on my equally sweaty chest. We fell asleep
in each other's arms.
That's how we were, hours later, when my cleaning boy
showed up, letting himself in with his passkey. I awoke
to find him standing, naked and hard, at the end of my
bed.
But this time, he'd brought a friend...
for a few moments. I finally was able to rouse myself
to climb in the shower and get cleaned up for the
family thing for Christmas Eve.
I headed over to my parents house and, arriving around
noon, we did the whole Christmas Eve deal. A couple of
step-cousins had even made the trip from the west
coast. We hadn't seen them since their parents died a
few years ago. Keith was my age and Leslie, the
youngest of the family, was five years our junior.
Still, even at 40, Leslie was one hot number. I had
flashbacks to visiting them 25 years ago, when Les — as
we all called her — was a nubile young 15 and I was a
horny, 20-year-old college student. The images of her
in her tiny bikinis, playing on their trampoline, tiny
tits bounding almost completely out of their covering,
played through my mind.
We'd almost ended up fucking once, several years ago,
when our grandfather died and they came back for the
funeral. We'd all gone out and gotten drunk after the
funeral. Les, 25 at the time, was recently divorced
from a total asshole who'd mistreated and abused her.
I'd caught him, once, slapping her for something she'd
said when he thought no one was around during some
holiday family gathering. It took her dad, my dad and
her brother to pull me off of him. We'd thrown him out
of the house with a warning not to show his face while
I was around. She'd kicked him out, but ended up going
back to him, leaving him, then going back to him a few
more times. She finally wised up after numerous years
of abuse and given him the boot for good.
We'd dropped her brother off at his room and I offered
to drive her around the motel they were at, rather than
having her walk in her inebriated state. She grinned,
sitting in the center of the front bench seat of my old
Oldsmobile, and said that would be great.
I parked in front of her room and we ended up in a hot
make-out session. She was completely open, apparently,
to anything I wanted to do. With the top of her dress
open and her beautiful, tiny tits exposed, I had my
hand up her short skirt, tugging at her tiny panties,
feeling her shaved pussy lips under my fingers. But my
better angels took over and I — somehow — called a
halt.
Frustrated, but not angry, Leslie pulled her self back
together and headed into her room. We never spoke of it
again, but I almost wore the skin off my dick that
night, jacking off to the memory of making out with my
gorgeous cousin.
Back to the present — we ate dinner, opened presents
and generally sat around doing the family Christmas
thing. I hadn't known the cousins were even coming, so
I hadn't gotten them any presents. I offered to take
them to the local stores the next day on a mini-
shopping spree. Keith demurred, but Leslie sounded
excited.
I told her what motel I was at and the room number and
invited her to stop by in the morning. It turned out
she and Keith had rooms at the motel next door. I'd
forgotten about the open invitation I'd extended to the
hot housekeeping boy and his promise to return early
the next day for a repeat performance.
We all ended up heading out around midnight, aiming our
tired bodies toward our respective rooms. I got inside,
grabbed a bottle of water from the mini fridge, and
settle in to watch a little television before crashing
for the night.
A sudden knock on the door surprised me out of my food-
induced stupor. Not bothering to put on a shirt, I
walked to the door in just my sweat shorts and peaked
through the peephole.
It was Leslie. I opened the door, u*********s of my
partial nudity. She was standing there, no coat, just a
tight, cut-off t-shirt and tight running shorts that
hugged the contours of her legs, ass and — God help me
— her crotch.
"Hey, what's up?" I asked her, inviting her in.
"Couldn't sleep," she replied. "I kept thinking about
that night after granddad's funeral. Remember? It turns
out, I'm in the same room I was that night when you
refused to comfort a girl in distress. You can't
believe how long I had to stroke my pussy that night
before I put out the fire you'd started and got to
sleep."
I'm sure my eyes fell out of my head somewhere in that
speech, landing at my feet to join my jaw on the floor.
I took a second, harder look at Leslie. Her puffy
nipples were rock hard, poking against the material of
her tight, cropped shirt. The material of her shorts
was pulled tight between the lips of her pussy, making
a definite camel toe, with just a hint of darkening at
the apex.
Damn, I thought to myself. It looks like her pussy is
wet and leaking through her shorts!
She continued talking as I scanned her up and down with
my eyes. I finally came back to reality and heard what
she was saying.
"Hello," she said, poking me in the arm. "You in there?
So, what'll it be? You gonna drag me to bed and ravish
me? Or are you just going to stare at me all night?"
Not waiting for an answer, Leslie reached out and
cupped my rapidly hardening cock through the thin
material of my sweat shorts. She gave it a few gentle
strokes, bringing me to full attention in no time.
"I figured it was big," she moaned. "Wish I'd found out
that night, all those years ago."
With that, she just dropped to her knees in front of
me, whipped her shirt off over her head and grabbed at
the waistband of my shorts. She had them down around my
ankles in one jerk and she moaned as my thick, 8-inch
cock bobbed in to view.
"Damn," she whispered as she wrapped her fingers around
the shaft, hefting its weight in her hand. "Nice."
She leaned forward, licking her lips, and engulfed the
head of my cock. I almost came unglued and my knees
almost buckled as she sucked about half the shaft into
her hot, wet mouth in one motion. Soon, she was bobbing
back and forth, my spit-slicked shaft glistening in the
dim room light as she fucked her face up and down the
length of my cock.
She pulled away after about a minute, her hand
continuing to hold and gently stroke the length of my
cock. She seemed mesmerized by it, like a sparrow
hypnotized by a snake, as she coaxed a drop of pre-cum
out of the tip. She flicked her tongue over the tip,
licking the drop away and rolling it around in her
mouth, like tasting a fine wine.
"Ummm," she said, finally looking up at me with a big
grin on her face. "Great cock, cuz. Tasty, too."
She stood up, still holding my cock firmly in her
small, delicate hand. She walked past me, leading me by
my dick to the bed. She finally released my shaft as
she lay down on the rumpled sheets, wearing just the
thin running shorts, and spread her thighs invitingly.
The wet spot I thought I'd noticed before was
definitely there, darkening the material and outlining
the lips of her pussy.
"So, what you gonna do, cuz?" she asked me, a lustful,
wanton grin on her face.
I didn't answer. Instead, I leaned down and forced my
tongue deep into her mouth, cupping one of her tits
with my left hand. She moaned as I climbed on the bed
between her spread thighs and began kissing my way down
her body.
I suckled and nibbled at her breasts, gently biting the
nipples and pulling them away from her body. She arched
her back in arousal to keep my lips in contact with her
perfect little tits while my free hand stroked slowly
down her taught stomach toward the waist band of her
shorts.
"Oh, hell yeah," she moaned. "Bite my titties. Hurt
them!"
Unwilling to go too far, I kept up my gentle chewing
and nibbling as I worked my fingers under the waistband
and in to her shorts. Her hips came up off the bed and
she spread her thighs wider as I reached between her
legs, waiting to encounter her pubic bush.
My fingers never felt hair before they reached the
steaming oven of her pussy. She was burning hot, almost
scalding, dripping with juice as I palmed her pussy and
worked two fingers in between her silky labia.
"Ummm," she moaned again. "You like it? I shaved it
fresh for you before I came over here."
Her hips were pumping in time with my stroking fingers
as I continued feasting on her tiny boobs. But I had to
see her pussy. I began kissing my way further and
further down over her tight stomach toward her waist.
Leslie was moaning constantly, now, as I readjusted my
position until I was lying on my stomach between her
widely spread legs. I grasped the waistband of her
shorts and slid them down her thighs. She lifted her
tiny ass off the mattress to aid me as I pulled her
legs up and divested her of the last of her clothing.
Lowering her legs back on my shoulders, I took my first
look at her naked pussy. It was beautiful! Slim,
pouting lips held tightly together, it looked like two
fingers clenched tightly with just the slightest bulge
of her clit protruding at the top. And there wasn't a
hint of hair to be found anywhere.
I pressed her legs back further until she was bent
almost in half, her knees resting by her head. She
wrapped her arms around her upturned thighs and started
begging me to eat her out, her words turning to moans
of lust as I dragged my tongue through the cleft of her
ass, over her tiny butt hole and through the lips of
her pussy to her clit.
I captured the bud of her clit between my lips, sucking
it into my mouth and teasing it with the tip of my
tongue. Her moans turned to lust-filled groans and her
hips started rocking on the bed as I tickled her clit
before turning my attention to her entrance to her
tunnel of love. I curled my tongue into a hard shaft
and drove it into her pussy as far as it would go.
My cock was still rock hard and dripping a steady flow
of pre-cum onto the bed. I remember thinking my
housekeeping friend was going to have to change the
sheets again tomorrow.
Leslie, by now, was moaning and groaning constantly as
she thrashed around on the bed under my lingual
assault. Her feet were flopping around freely, pointed
straight at the ceiling, as she neared her first orgasm
of the evening.
Then it hit as, with a loud cry, she came. I rode out
her first orgasm as she filled my mouth with her
nectar, my tongue never leaving her pussy slit. I ate
her through another and another orgasm until she was
almost limp on the bed. As her fourth orgasm peaked, I
climbed rapidly up her body and positioned the head of
my cock at the entrance to her pussy.
"Oh, God, yes!" she cried. "Fuck me! Please, Fuck
MEEEE!"
I sank my cock balls deep in one stroke into her super-
heated pussy. It was like sinking in to a silk-lined
vice. Leslie started in to one long, continuous orgasm
as I pounded her in to the mattress. Her eyes were
closed and her mouth was open in a steady moan.
She was meeting my every thrust as I developed a steady
rhythm, begging me to fuck her harder. She started up a
chant of, "Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, harder, harder,
harder," to punctuate every thrust into her depths, my
balls banging against her upturned ass.
As her latest orgasm peaked — I'd lost count by now and
I'm pretty sure she had, too — I pulled away, dragging
my soaking-wet cock from her dripping pussy. She
groaned in frustration as the head popped out from
between her lips, leaving her empty for the moment.
I flipped her over and pulled her up to her knees with
her beautiful ass sticking in the air. I immediately
positioned myself behind her and drove my cock back
into her pussy from behind. Her head flew up and back
and she resumed her chant, begging me to fuck her
harder, to take her, to make her mine.
She kept thrusting back, rocking her hips in time with
me as we fucked as one body. I'd never felt anything
like this. In my mind I knew it was probably wrong,
even though Leslie was a step-cousin and no real blood
relation. But my body wouldn't let me stop. I couldn't
get over the erotic nature of fucking my cousin, a
woman I'd lusted after since she entered puberty,
remembering her in the tiny bikinis she used to wear,
jumping on the trampoline in their back yard, watching
her tits bounce and her gorgeous butt flex.
Les was still cumming like crazy, reaching a new peak
every few seconds. I don't know how I'd managed to last
so long myself. I'd never been harder, more turned on,
more aroused by any of the women or men I'd been with
in the past. I was shocked, then, when Leslie pulled
away, letting my cock slip free from her pussy.
"Fuck my ass," she said, simply, looking over her
shoulder at me.
Her face was flushed, as I'm sure mine was, and we were
both covered in sex sweat. Her blondish brown hair was
matted to her head and what little makeup she'd had on
was smeared on the pillows and sheets in front of her,
wiped off as I'd moved her — fucked her — around the
bed.
But she'd never looked more beautiful — no woman ever
had — as she looked at me and said again, "Fuck me in
my ass. Please!"
Never one to deny a lady, especially not a lady as
obviously in heat as Leslie was, I slid back into
position behind her. I grasped the shaft and slipped
the head of my cock up between her pussy lips,
bypassing her vaginal entrance this time, until the tip
rested against her tightly puckered anal opening.
"Just do it," she moaned. "Fuck my ass. I want to be
yours totally."
I pressed forward, the shaft of my cock bending
slightly for a moment before her ass flowered open
under the pressure. The head and about two inches of
shaft surged into her, eliciting another loud groan as
her ass spread wide.
"Hold still," she said. "Gimme a second."
I laughed inwardly, remember how just that morning I'd
heard those same words as I took the anal virginity of
a college boy on the housecleaning staff of the motel
in this very bed. Quicker than he had, though, Leslie
began pushing back against me until her cheeks rested
tightly against my thighs, my cock buried deeply in her
ass.
"God that feels great!" she moaned. "Your cock's so big
in my ass."
I had to agree. My cock felt bigger and harder than it
had ever been. Here I was, fucking my cousin in the ass
on Christmas Eve after she'd sucked my cock and I'd
plundered her wonderful little pussy. The muscles of
her ass rippled up and down the length of my cock as I
slowly withdrew until just the head remained inside.
Then I surged forward, burying my cock back in her ass
and I began fucking her in earnest.
We were sweating and moaning in unison as I pounded her
ass. She began working her legs out from under her
until she was lying flat on her stomach on the bed, my
cock pistoning in and out of her as fast as I could go.
She kept begging me to fuck her harder. Then, suddenly,
her ass clenched tight around my cock, her body locked
up and the biggest orgasm of the night hit her like a
freight train. That was all I could take. I started
shooting the biggest load of my life deep in her
bowels.
"Cumming!" she cried. "I can feel you cumming in my
ass!"
Spurt after spurt fired from my cock to coat her
insides in sperm, filling her to the brim. After what
seemed like minutes, we both collapsed on the bed,
completely spent. I rolled off her, my shrinking cock
slipping from her ass with a liquid plop, followed by a
steady flow of my seed as it leaked from her gaping
ass.
Neither of us moved for several minutes. Then Leslie
slid over until she was nestled in my arms, her sweaty
head resting on my equally sweaty chest. We fell asleep
in each other's arms.
That's how we were, hours later, when my cleaning boy
showed up, letting himself in with his passkey. I awoke
to find him standing, naked and hard, at the end of my
bed.
But this time, he'd brought a friend...
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