Ray Strong: Orgy cousin

Her thumb and forefinger roamed over her clit again and again.

Her rubbing finger pressed harder against the slick, leaking lips of her hot cunt. With her mouth completely covering Simon's upthrust cock, she used her other hand to reach down and probe into the burning wetness, and something funny began stirring around inside her pussy.

Was it possible an orgasm was beginning to blossom inside her? Could it be that she was ready to experience her first climax of the evening? Oh yessssss! Once she had never allowed herself to have them. Her mother had explained that nice women didn't have orgasms.

Why? Why didn't nice women have climaxes? Why weren't proper women permitted to enjoy fucking as much as their husbands?

More heat seemed to emanate from between her wet thighs. More juice seemed to be splashing out of her cunt. She could feel her body, more than eager to find the release it had so long sought; a release suppressed by herself all these hours.

She swallowed, feeling the hot, throbbing flesh of Simon's solid cock press against her tongue and bob against the roof of her mouth. Again her head began sliding up and down, her mouth slurping strongly on the rigid prick. Had Simon been awake he would have climaxed long ago.

Susan realized she was hungry for this prick. Had she dared, she'd have chewed on it, but she was too afraid of waking the boy. She had no doubt he would sleep through the whole thing, including his climax as long as she was careful.

Sleep, Simon, sleep, she thought. You aren't ready to see mommy sucking your cock, just yet.

Her fingers were rubbing harder. Yes, something was there all right. Something was building inside her cunt, making her shudder as she knelt there, her slurping mouth sliding up and down, up and down on her son's cock.

The first climax was a prelude to the two dozen that followed. The first one wasn't much more than a mere tickle, egging her on. Her fingers worked deeper and harder in her cunt. Her thighs pressed tightly around both hands, though her mouth continued its cocksucking action.

The next orgasm swept through her, and her head began moving circularly as her pursed lips sucked all the harder on the rigid prick. Her tight lips compressed strongly around the delicious cock, and only a tremendous amount of willpower kept her from using her teeth.

She could feel his cock trembling. His hips were beginning to respond, slamming themselves up against her face.

Her third orgasm thundered through her body like a storm, making her shudder uncontrollably. The climactic sensation rocked her. It swept through her cunt again and again. Sparks seemed to shoot from her fingers and stimulate her clitoris, making it tingle with delicious torment.

Still her mouth continued sucking her son's pulsing, throbbing, twitching prick. Her lips sucked voraciously and her tongue licked avidly.

Another realization crossed her mind as her manipulating fingers moved her toward her fourth orgasm. She wallowed in set satisfaction, feeling the intensity of overpowering delight building in her son's youthful body. Laying experienced three orgasms herself, she now understood that which her son was about to enjoy. And to think she was the one responsible for it.

The tactile experience his sleeping body was about to undergo was the direct result of her working lips and tongue. Sin? Evil? How, could such pleasure be considered bad? How could she have ever let the rest of the world convince her such satisfaction was anything less than ultimate good? Who was being harmed? No one! Absolutely no one!

The fourth orgasm overpowered her, and it was as if a hurricane of lust had crashed into her, tearing through her entire sensuous body. And then more orgasms whistled through her body in rapid succession, building to the ultimate one.

And then, when she was certain there could be no greater thrill, she felt her mouth being flooded with the seed of her son. And the knowledge she was bringing his body such total overwhelming joy made her suck his cock harder. Her jaws hollowed as she sucked like a leech, pulling the sperm from the depths of Simon's sleeping body, feeling the cum slide down her throat.

Again and again her lips pulled on the softening cock, exhausting the rapidly-deflating prick of its delicious contents. Hot, sensuous, yet deliciously satisfying, his cum trickled down her gullet.

How glad she was to be married to Buddy. Buddy, her own first cousin, who loved her so much, he had scoffed at those relatives who claimed their offspring would be morons. All three of her sons had been in honor classes in school. Buddy was the one who had helped form the Cousin's Club, and it was Buddy who had initiated the idea of cousins swapping their wives. And it was a good thing, because it gave her the opportunity to freely enjoy her other male cousins without a sense of guilt. More important, it made her appreciate how well she and Buddy were suited to one another.

Slowly, she realized the cock compressed between her lips was now limp. Reluctantly, she opened her mouth and dropped it.

Rising, she covered Simon's sleeping body, and then returned to her own room to begin dressing.

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.