This is a work of fiction and all characters are of legal age.
I was born in 1946, a baby-boomer, and an only child. My Dad was a Preacher and my Mom was a Librarian. He was tall and slim with receding brown hair. She was shorter and plump with naturally blonde hair. I somehow came out as a blend of the two. Not as tall as my Dad, but not as skinny either and I had Mom’s fair complexion and blonde hair. However, I needed glasses for anything over six feet away and had prominent front teeth. Add to that the simple fact that I was smothered by my parents and you get the picture.
See, I found out from relatives decades later that both of my parents had actually been sexually molested as children and for them, it seemed sex was for procreation rather than pleasure. Mom had two miscarriages before me and another after so they simply stopped having sex. I grew up sheltered from sexual education, innuendo, and exploration. In the fifties, this was actually fairly easily done compared to now.
As I had been trustworthy and faithful, Dad lent me his ’55 Bel Air Stationwagon for the Senior Prom in May, 1964. My date was Mabel Forrester. We were both eighteen and had known each other for years. She was red-headed and had the biggest tits in the class. But since she was short and chubby, no one paid any attention. If we hadn’t gone together, we would both be left out. She was also one of my few friends.
I really didn’t know how to dance but Mabel was a good sport. When we slow danced and I felt those tits press against me, however, I got a hard-on. And Mabel knew it. I tried to pretend everything was normal but she managed to shield my boner as we slipped outside. She led me to the wagon and suggested we go for a drive.
Now see, I didn’t know what intercourse was. I mean, I knew the man impregnated the woman, but I didn’t know-how. I didn’t realize what a hard-on was or why it came and went. My parents had avoided discussion and I’d been told to take a cold shower to “fix the problem”.
Mabel’s dad was in construction and she directed me to a new housing development he was building. We parked and sat on the tailgate and talked. Finally realizing just how naive I was, Mabel took charge.
“Tommy, do you trust me?”
“Well, yeah. Of course!”
“Then just relax and let me teach you a few things. I promise you’ll like it.”
She kissed me and I liked it. She also fondled my renewed hard-on and I really liked that.
“You want to see my titties?” she asked.
“What!?”
Before I could stop her, Mabel pulled her sweater off. She then slipped the bra straps off her shoulders and tugged the bra down to her waist.
“Oh god!” I mumbled as those tits were revealed.
Now Mabel was probably a D or maybe a double D. Her nipples were erect and plump in big pink ovals and as she leaned forward I found my hands on them without conscious thought. Suddenly I was squeezing and kissing and sucking on them as she giggled.
“I can’t believe it,” I mumbled. “This is amazing!”
We continued like this for a couple of minutes then Mabel pulled away. She reached for my belt and I reflexively moved to stop her.
“No, Tommy, you’ve got to trust me,” she said and slapped my hands away.
Mabel unfastened my pants and pulled my pants and underwear down. My erection sprang free and Mabel quickly grabbed it. No one had ever touched me there before, and I’d never grasped it firmly like that. It felt amazing! She stroked it a few times and I felt the rush of something from deep within me and suddenly I was cumming.
“Oh god!” I cried out.
Mabel gasped but kept on stroking my shaft until she had milked every last drop out. Fortunately, none had gotten on her clothes or mine. She grabbed a shop towel and cleaned off her hand and my cock.
“What happened?” I asked.
Mabel grinned and replied, “You’ve just had a climax, silly. I suppose that was your first one?”
“Uh…. yeah.”
“You mean you’ve never done this before? Played with yourself? Maybe in the shower?”
“N-No! Of course not! Why would I?”
“Oh my… a real, live, virgin,” she said. “Well Tommy, we are going to have such fun!”
I was struggling to put 2 and 2 together. I was flustered and confused and excited all at the same time. Mabel reached under her skirt and pulled off her panties and then lay down in the station wagon. She lifted her skirt slowly until her womanhood was revealed.
“Well?” she asked. “What do you think?”
I nervously reached out and touched her fur. She parted her legs for me and I saw my first pussy. She used her fingers to spread her lips.
“Take your dick and put it inside me.”
And that was when I saw the headlights turn off the main road and start our way.
We managed to get ourselves dressed and were innocently sitting on the tailgate when the Police car pulled up. It was fortunate that the Officer knew my Dad and recognized me. We chatted and he shooed us off.
“Take her home, son.”
My chance to finish with Mabel never materialized. She was sent off to Bible college by her parents and Mom and Dad kept a tight leash on me. I often wondered if the Police Officer said anything to my Dad.
That fall would change everything for me though. My application for college was accepted and I was packed off. No, not to live in a dorm where I could get into trouble, but to live with a relative. My Dad’s sister Florence.
Aunt Flo was a few years older than my Dad, so in the fall of ’61 that put her at forty-four years old. She had been widowed, losing her husband in Korea. She had three children and lived only a few miles from the University. Her son Gary had joined the Marine Corps and I would be taking his room and living with her and her daughters, Wendy and Karen, who were also students at the University. My parents figured this arrangement would keep me out of trouble.
It did, and it didn’t.
I didn’t have a car of my own yet so my folks drove me down. We hadn’t seen them in almost a year and it was a good excuse to visit. After hugs were exchanged, Wendy helped me carry my stuff to what would be my room.
Aunt Flo lived in a big, sprawling, single-level ranch house shaped like a big L, with a patio in between the wings. The garage, kitchen, living room, dining room and den made up the long wing. The four bedrooms made up the short wing.
“This is it!” Wendy said as she deposited my suitcase on the bed. “Gary’s stuff has been moved into the attic.”
That weekend I couldn’t help but feel nervous, about both the first days of class (only a week away) and the arrangements. I couldn’t put my finger on it, but something was bothering Wendy and Karen. Neither was truly happy to have me but both were pretending they were. Sunday afternoon my parents left and that night I had difficulty falling asleep.
Monday morning I got up and dressed and went into the kitchen for breakfast. Aunt Flo and Karen were already up and about. Aunt Flo waved her hand about.
“Feel free to fix anything you want, Tommy. Cereal is in the cabinet, milk in the fridge, bowls in that cabinet over there.”
She sipped her coffee and continued reading the paper. Karen put her bowl in the sink and left.
I sat down with a bowl of cereal and a glass of milk.
“This will take some getting used to…” she said. “But just give them time. They don’t resent your being here, but they miss Gary.” She paused for another sip. “And I suppose they are a little unsure about you. We don’t get to see you that often. Like I said, just give them time.”
Karen left a few minutes later and Aunt Flo followed a little after that. I was still sitting there looking at the funnies when Wendy stumbled in. She was wearing only a short nightgown and as she stretched to reach for a box of cereal the hem rose enough to display her bare bottom. I was shocked. Then when she opened the fridge and bent over I not only saw her butt again, but a glimpse of her pussy. When she came and sat across from me I tried to pretend everything was normal. Luckily she was still too sleepy to notice. However I noticed that she had suddenly changed from “cousin” to “obviously attractive female” in my eyes in a minute. I couldn’t help but think of that night with Mabel. My mind was drifting and I realized with a start that Wendy was watching me.
“I’ll bet it feels super strange moving in with us.” she said. “Well, it’s awkward for us as well.” She pushed her bowl aside and sat back. As she crossed her arms beneath her breasts, the fabric was pulled taut and her nipples printed sharply in the thin material. I stared for a moment then tore my eyes away.
“Yeah, like that. What are you going to do Tommy? Tell your Mom and Dad what sinners we are?”
“Huh? No! I-I mean…”
“Look Tommy, we don’t live our lives the way your parents do. We’re not as such bad people, we just think and believe differently. And frankly we wondered if you would tell on us the first chance you get. So here it is…”
Wendy stood and leaned over the table. The neck of her nightie hung loose and low and I could see her tits, well most of them, and I stared, mesmerized.
“So, are you going to phone them and tell them I flashed you? That I’m a brazen hussy?” she asked.
I swallowed, still staring down her nightie.
“N-No, no I wouldn’t. I mean, you’re not…”
I stammered and felt my face flush. Finally I looked up into her eyes. She stared back. Finally she sat down and relaxed.
“Do… you tell your parents everything?” she asked.
“What do you mean?”
She leaned forward a bit. “Do you keep secrets from them?”
“Some… yeah.”
“Like what?” she asked.
“Well… you know… just stuff…”
“Girlfriend stuff? Sex stuff?” she probed.
My blush gave it away.
“Ah, well… ” she smiled. “So what is it?”
I bolted and headed for my room. I was surprised that Wendy followed. I sat on the bed and Wendy sat uncomfortably close.
“So what is it?” she pressed. “”I’m going to guess you’re still a virgin from the way you stared down my nightie. But your Dad told my Mom he lent you the wagon for prom. So you did go out.”
“Yeah…”
“Tell me about it.”
“No.”
“Why not? Did something happen? Or… did nothing happen at all?”
I didn’t know what to do. Should I tell her? Memories of that night raced through my brain. Wendy leaned in close. Really close, her lips grazed my ear.
“Did you kiss her?”
“Y-Yes.”
“Did you like it?”
“Yeah.”
“I’ll bet I’m better.”
My head snapped around in surprise and Wendy put one hand on my cheek and kissed me. Her lips were wonderful, full, soft and warm. Her mouth moved as we kissed and mine followed. The kiss was long and deep. Her hand on my cheek was hot and then her other hand was cupping the back of my head. The kiss broke at last and she smiled.
“There, how was that?”
“Wow…”
“You’re not so bad yourself,” she said and kissed me again.
Wendy shifted as we kissed, actually crawling into my lap. Her arms wrapped around my neck. She sat astride me and I found my hands on her waist. When this kiss broke I stared at this creature and realized the desire and hunger rising in me. She removed my glasses and sat them on the nightstand. I realized her hazel eyes were speckled with green flecks and seemed to bore into me.
“Wendy… what are we doing?”
“Relax, Tommy. I’m just teaching you how to kiss. You’re going to start college next week and sooner or later you’re going to go on dates and I couldn’t let you go out without a decent education on kissing and pleasing women, now could I?”
“But you’re my cousin… This isn’t-”
Wendy stifled my complaint with another kiss. This time her hips rocked against the growing bulge in my jeans. I moaned.
“Oh god,” she said. “That feels good.” She kissed my cheek and nibbled my ear. “Tell me what happened. Tell me… everything!”
I couldn’t help it, I broke and the tale spilled out. Wendy continued to kiss my ear, neck, and cheek as I babbled. Her hips continued to grind against my boner. When I got to the interruption by the Police, she moaned softly in my ear.
“Oh you poor thing! To get so close and be denied…. It’s so sad.”
Wendy sat up and guided my hands down to her hips and under her nightie. My hands were finally on her flesh and it thrilled me. I forgot she was my cousin as I squeezed her hips and slowly slid them up her waist. Wendy kissed me deeply and then sat back and pulled her nightie off over her head, tossing it aside. I stared at her titties.
They weren’t as big as Mabel’s but they were beautiful. I’ll try to describe them but I know my words won’t do them justice.
Wendy was at this time twenty years old, stood 5’6″ and weighed around 110 pounds. Her hair was sandy brown and her hazel eyes were hypnotizing. Her breasts were young, firm and erect with absolutely no sag whatsoever. (I would later discover she was outgrowing her B cup.) Her nipples were erect, pale pink and sat in darker, quarter-sized pink circles. Her nipples pointed up and out and I reached up and caressed them. She moaned and kissed me again. My erection was getting very uncomfortable.
Wendy pushed me back on the bed and climbed off. She unfastened my belt and jeans and tugged them down. I reacted without thinking and kicked my shoes off. She pulled my pants off and then my briefs. My erection grew as it was freed. Wendy grasped it.
“Oh god, Tommy, that’s a nice one!”
She stroked it a few times and I moaned in delight. She gripped it tighter and after a dozen strokes I knew I was going to cum.
“Oh god! I’m gonna… GAAAhhhhh…”
I shot big ropes of sticky cum up into the air. Most fell onto my stomach. Wendy milked the last drops out, giggling with delight.
“Wow! What a load of hot spunk!”
She straddled me again and slid my cock into her. I gasped in surprise.
“Oh god, Tommy! Oh god that feels so good! Oh so good!”
Slowly she rose and fell, her pussy was so tight, so warm and so wet. It felt incredible! She leaned forward, her tits pressing into my chest and we kissed. This time she added her tongue. My hands squeezed her hips and she slowly picked up speed.
“How does that feel?”
“Incredible!”
“Yeah, yeah it is,” she said. “But Tommy, you can’t cum in me…”
“What? Come where?”
“No, when someone climaxes, has an orgasm like you did, it’s called cumming and spelled with a C-U, instead of a C-O. Anyway, you can fuck me all you want but you can’t cum inside me. I don’t want to get pregnant. So before you climax you have to pull out and shoot your load onto me.”
“Oh! Oh yeah, right.”
“Here, let’s switch,” she said and dismounted. Wendy lay down and spread her legs. She rubbed her pussy and it made wet, slurpy sounds.
“So, did Mabel’s pussy look as good as this?” She asked.
I crouched down to look. Somehow I was smart enough to answer correctly.
“She wasn’t this nice,” I said and reached out to touch it.
Wendy giggled again and grasped my cock.
“There’ll be plenty of time for play and exploration later. Right now I want you to fuck me. I want to feel your cock inside of me Tommy!”
No one had ever used those words around me. And although this was shocking, it was also erotic and as I mounted her, Wendy guided my cock into her wet pussy.
“Oh god, you’re so big and hard! That’s it, push in deep… yes, yessss… oh god! That’s it, now fuck me, Tommy, fuck me!”
My hips were soon bouncing as I fucked her. Wendy’s hands gripped my ass and I stared in her eyes.
“Faster, Tommy! Faster! That’s it! That’s it! Yes, just like that! Ohhhhhhhhhhh….”
Wendy threw her head back and cried out.
“YESSS! I’M CUMMINGGGGG! AAAHHHHH! Yes! Yes! Yes!”
I felt her pussy squeezing my cock and knew I was cumming too. I pulled out just in time and sprayed my load all over her.
I collapsed next to her and tried to catch my breath. Wendy rolled over and threw one leg over me, snuggling close.
“Wow. That was fun, Tommy. So what do you think?”
“Yeah, it was great!” I replied. “But we aren’t supposed to…”
“Fuck? Yeah, well we did. And it was great. So what? Are you going to tell your folks?”
“No! Of course not! Dad would…”
“Right, and I’m not worried about it so why should you be?” she said softly as she caressed my chest. “This can be our secret, our private little… taboo.”
“Huh?”
“All kids have taboos. Things they do to rebel against parental authority, or the pressures of society. Some smoke, some drink, some do drugs, some have sex. This can be ours. Just you and me. You won’t have to worry about dating and I won’t have to worry about jerk boyfriends, we’ll have each other.”
I had to admit, she had a point. I was indeed nervous about dating. As sheltered as I’d been, college was scary enough. College social life, dating and such was terrifying to me at that point in my life.
“But how do we get away with it?” I asked. “Your Mom and sister…”
“Yeah, we’ll have to be careful. But I think you’ll find it’s easy to have sex if we want to.”
We played around for a little while. She allowed me to explore her body and she toyed with me. We fucked again before cleaning up. Aunt Flo came home around 2 pm and Karen around 3. Although I was nervous, no one seemed to notice anything amiss. After everyone went to bed, Wendy slipped into my room shortly after midnight. She mounted me sixty-nine and surprised the hell out of me when she not only sucked me off but swallowed it all. She grinned and kissed me before slipping back to her bedroom.
The next few days were busy. Wendy volunteered to take me to the campus bookstore and show me around. We found a few places to grab a quick fuck each time. She also managed to get a hold of an entire box of Trojans. The first time I actually came in her was an awesome feeling. And each night she would slip into my room for either some oral or just kissing, caressing and cuddling. We were afraid to fuck with Aunt Flo and Karen home, we were aware of how quiet the house was and how the sounds carried.
This went on for several weeks. School started and I had little difficulty settling in. Classes were fine and Wendy often met me for lunch. Sometimes we ate lunch, sometimes we ate each other.
Wendy had gone exploring and found a few places we could meet secretly. I was gaining experience and confidence with every session. I was still an amateur, but at least no longer a novice.
And it was nice to have Wendy telling me I was a good lover when no other girls on campus seemed willing to even speak to me. I didn’t expect to get a lot of dates, but it would’ve been nice if any one of them said hello or smiled. I might as well have been invisible. But Wendy made up for that.
September turned to October and with it came another surprise. On Thursday night Aunt Flo and Karen both retired early. About midnight Wendy came in for a quick sixty-nine session, kissed me and whispered,
“God, I love to feel your mouth on my pussy! I wish I could stay here and let you eat me over and over again!”
Then she slipped out and went back to her room. As usual I lay there a few minutes then went to the bathroom. When I came back to my room I discovered I wasn’t alone. The light coming in the window revealed a figure sitting on my bed. Karen.
She held a finger to her lips and motioned at the door. I closed it. She stood and stepped closer. Her hands untied the bathrobe and it fell to reveal a perfect example of what would later be called a Big, Beautiful Woman. Of course what I noticed first were her huge tits.
Karen was twenty-three and stood 5’7″. She was chubby and had a thick waist and a bit of a belly but oh my god she had tits! They were big, round and beautiful. Her areola were enormous and her nipples were plump, red stubs. She caressed them with her fingertips and smiled. She reached out with one hand and caressed the back of my neck, then pulled my face into her chest. I found those tits were soft, warm, and yielding. Almost involuntarily I began kissing and sucking on them. Karen softly chuckled and whispered in my ear.
“I know Wendy’s been slipping in and out of here at night. I can guess what is happening. Now, you’ll have to buy my silence…”
I paused and looked into her face. Karen’s blue eyes and wavy dark hair, with a wicked grin, seemed surprisingly beautiful and sexy. I mean, she was sexy. I’d just never noticed before. The warmth of her embrace, her skin against mine, those eyes and tits… Suddenly I was hard and she smiled as it poked her.
“I trust you know what to do with that?” she whispered. I nodded.
Karen kissed me and then backed away. She grabbed my blanket and pillow, tossing them on the floor, then laid down on them. Spreading her legs, she rubbed her pussy with one hand while the other beckoned me to join her.
“The bed is too loud.”
I believe she picked the exact spot on the floor because the light from the window illuminated her pussy. And suddenly I wanted it.
In the fall of ’64, routine female grooming habits did not include shaving or waxing the pussy. If a woman was particularly bushy, she might trim with scissors, but not much more. Now I had seen Mabel’s pussy with its light covering of red fuzz, and Wendy’s sandy, short hair. But Karen’s mound was covered in dark fur, yet her pussy was almost bare. Her lips were thick and fat and tempting.
I knelt between her thick thighs and inhaled her scent. I kissed her pussy a few times then began to mouth her labia. I worked my way deeper and soon was licking her slit from bottom to top, enjoying her copious wetness. Karen also had a much bigger clitoris than either Mabel or Wendy. This was actually easier to work and after a few minutes of this I glanced up to see Karen’s hands squeezing her titties and her mouth open as she stared wide-eyed at me.
Now I was truly enjoying this. I had loved the taste of a sweet, wet pussy since Wendy introduced me to it, but Karen was a real treat. She produced a lot of fluid. Her hips were humping and she was panting and biting her lip. I loved her huge clit. Each time I tickled it with my tongue she reacted. I decided to try something Wendy had just taught me and shifted my position slightly. I slipped my thumb into her pussy and began to softly suck on her clit.
Karen moaned and shoved a tit into her mouth. She sucked hard on her tit as I sucked her clit out from under its hood and teased it with my tongue. Karen began to tremble. Her ample frame quivered like jello and her eyes were squeezed shut. Her legs squeezed my head and fluid gushed from her pussy. She shook for another minute as I struggled to breathe. Finally she relaxed and as she released me, she covered her face with both hands. I could hear her panting and moaning softly. But I was still hard and wanting to fuck.
I edged forward and guided my cock to her wet pussy. As I leaned forward and pushed it in, her hands dropped and her eyes stared wide. She was so wet I shoved in, all the way, with no difficulty.
“Oh my god!” she whispered. “Oh my god!”
I began to hump her, lifting her breasts to kiss and suckle. She ran her hands over my back and hips, continuing to whisper encouragement.
“Oh my god! That feels so good! Oh yes! Oh yes! Oh god! Oh yes!”
In time I moved my kisses from her titties to her mouth. She loved to use her tongue.
Then she moaned, “I’m cumming!” and covered her mouth with both hands.
I felt her pussy squeezing my cock and knew I was going to cum too. Now the idea of getting my cousin pregnant still terrified me so I pulled out and shot my load all over her. Karen was covered in cum. Ropes of cum ran from her huge titties to her pussy.
I sat up and watched as she lay there, her chest heaving and smiling at me. Silently she mouthed “WOW!” as she gestured at the cum adorning her. Now since I had only been with two other girls, I didn’t know that different women treat cum different ways. Mabel had simply wiped it up. Wendy swallowed if giving oral, or we used a condom. But Karen did something different. She used her hands to simply rub it in. I watched in fascination as she rubbed it all in like a lotion. Finished, she got up and tossed the pillow at me and followed it. She wrapped me in her arms and we kissed for a while. She released me at last and whispered,
“Now I know why Wendy’s been smiling so much, and why she’s eager to be with you. You’re a good lover Tommy. I’ve never had a guy make me cum with his mouth! It usually takes a long hard pounding to make me climax.”
Now I hadn’t been idle. My hands were caressing her huge tits and playing with her nipples.
“You like my titties?”
“Yeah! They’re wonderful! And so big!” I looked in her eyes, “You’re beautiful!”
“Really?” she asked.
“Yeah. Your skin is so soft and warm. You’re so pretty, and you feel so good in my arms…”
“You don’t think I’m fat?”
“No! You’re not fat… you’re… perfect.” I answered and squeezed her.
“And I have huge titties…”
“And you have wonderful huge titties!” I said smiling.
“Well you can play with them some more tomorrow. Let’s see. My first class after lunch is canceled and I can skip the one after that. What about you? Can you get out of class after lunch?”
“Yeah, but Wendy is expecting me to meet her for lunch.”
“Oh! You guys meet and fuck at school? Wow! Okay, Don’t say anything! Meet her and fuck her like normal, then meet me… uhm, meet me at the North Library entrance as close to 1pm as you can.”
“Okay but…”
“No buts. Just do it.”
Karen kissed me again, deep and long with plenty of tongue, her tits pressing into me. In spite of my recent orgasm I started growing stiff again. Karen noticed and grinned. She toyed with it, tugging on it playfully.
“Oh wow! Ready again so fast! God I wish… Oh hell, no way. I need to get back to bed. You’ll just have to wait.”
Karen left the room and I sat there on the floor and pondered what had just happened. How my two cousins had weirdly become my lovers. I realized how wrong it was but that was shoved aside by how amazing it felt. I crawled into bed with a smile a mile wide.
I never did get to hook up the next day with either Wendy or Karen. Both were no shows. When I got home Aunt Flo was already there and called me into the living room. Wendy and Karen were there, sitting on the sofa and looking at the floor.
“Tommy, I know what’s been going on.”
“Huh?”
“I know you have been fucking my daughters,” she said matter-of-factly. “The laundry smells of sex and there are condoms in your trash.”
“Oh, uh, yeah…” I said, embarrassed.
“I suppose I should be glad that you are at least using condoms.” She shook her head. “Look, I know you’re young and finally free from your controlling parents… but this, this is dangerous! What if someone found out?”
“How?” I asked. “It’s not like any of us is gonna tell! Besides, we only did it a few times in my bedroom,” I lied hoping she didn’t know better.
Aunt Flo crossed her arms and frowned. “Thank god for that.” She paced a bit then faced me again. “I’m pretty sure Wendy started it, but why did you go along? Why didn’t you refuse her?”
“Refuse her? Are you crazy?” I pointed at her, “She’s beautiful! And I’m an ugly, four-eyed, buck toothed guy with no chance of getting a date, much less getting to first base with a girl. Why would I turn down sex with her?” I asked.
Aunt Flo was surprised by my answer and looked at Wendy who stood and stepped over to stand by my side.
“Mom, I didn’t mean to. See, I found out he was not just a virgin but completely inexperienced. I decided to teach him how to kiss and… well, turns out he’s a good kisser. Then I felt his hard-on. My god it was big and stiff! And I just had to be his first. And it was so good that I couldn’t stop. He makes me climax every time! And we’ve never let him cum inside me without a condom.” She looked at me. “At first it was because I felt sorry for him. Now I feel sorry for any girl who turns him down.”
Aunt Flo was speechless. Seeing an opening Karen stood on my other side.
“I knew Wendy was sneaking in at night, but kept my mouth shut. I figured out they were having sex but instead of being shocked, I found I was jealous. I wished I had the courage to do it. Mom, look at me. I’m fat. Now add the fact that I’m going to college where I’m known to be a bookworm and considered to be too smart for my own good. Guys want skinny housewives, not a fat girl with a career of her own. I haven’t had a date in years, and the last guy to fuck me was also only the second guy I’ve ever been with and that was ages ago! So, yes, I did take advantage of him and you know what? It was worth it! My god, Momma! He made me climax with his mouth! His mouth! Then we fucked. And it was wonderful. I wanted to scream in rapturous joy! He looked at me naked and didn’t hesitate, he called me beautiful and perfect.”
Karen looked at Wendy, then continued, “And I can’t and won’t stop fucking him. In fact, now that it’s in the open, there’s no need to sneak around. He can sleep with either of us anytime.”
Wendy smiled, “Or we can come clean…”
At this Aunt Flo’s jaw dropped. “What?!”
“Why not?” Karen added, “He can’t tell anybody.”
I was confused. I’d expected to get scolded and preached at and told how horrible I was, but instead my cousins were defending me, and successfully it seemed.
Aunt Flo paced some more, biting on her finger. After a bit she walked over to a hutch and opened it, she took out a bottle of something and poured an amber liquid into a small glass. She sipped it, sighed and then chugged the rest of it before refilling the glass. She took a deep breath and faced me.
“Tommy, can I trust you?”
“Yes.” I replied.
“You won’t tell anyone about this, not your parents, not your friends, absolutely no one.”
“No one.” I repeated.
She sat on the sofa and made me sit next to her. Karen sat in the big easy chair but Wendy stood almost trembling with excitement. I was not expecting the bombshell that was to come.
“I know this is going to shock you and I hope it won’t affect the way you feel about us. This is a secret we’ve guarded closely and swore no one would ever know. Years ago, the girls discovered it and became part of it. Tommy, I can’t explain why I did it or justify it, but I had sex with Gary. It was wrong, but I-I needed it and it was wonderful. Then we did it again, and again. Finally we got careless and the girls caught us. They… also had sex with him.”
“Which is why we kinda resented you moving in.” Wendy said. “We just didn’t expect you to… uh, fill in.”
I sat there and tried to process this. Aunt Flo had sex with Gary who was now 21 and in the Marines… therefore I could have sex with my cousins… because she was as guilty as they were. Or rather as we were. This was shocking and exciting. My heart was racing and a stupid grin spread across my face.
“So… you’re saying it’s okay for us,” I pointed between the girls and myself, “to have sex?”
Aunt Flo killed her drink. “Yes. Just don’t go getting caught or getting either of them pregnant!” she said as she rose and refilled her glass.
“Wendy,” Karen asked, “You’ve had him more than me. Can I have him now?”
“Sure, I can wait.” Wendy replied.
“I must be losing my mind.” Aunt Flo said. She turned and faced us as she sipped, then stated, “If he’s that good, I deserve a good fucking. Come with me.” She said and held out her hand.
In a daze I took it and she led me to her bedroom. Closing the door she walked over to the window and closed the drapes. Only a small lamp on her nightstand was on. The red lampshade tinted the room as she sat her now empty glass on the dresser and turned to face me.
“Get undressed Tommy.” she said simply but for some reason it felt like a commandment and I found myself stripping quickly. She was much slower, first removing her earrings and necklace, then her blouse. She had tits somewhere in between those of her daughters. Bigger than Wendy’s but smaller than Karen’s. (I would later find out Wendy was a B cup, Aunt Flo a C cup and Karen a DD.) She unzipped and dropped her skirt. Aunt Flo had not yet adopted pantyhose and wore stockings. Now I had never seen a woman wearing such lingerie and it was exciting. Her stockings were supported by suspenders from her girdle. It had a rather high waist, and like her bra was white.
I watched, fascinated as she stripped off her stockings and then her girdle. Clad only in bra and panties she paused to look me over. I naturally was hard and my dick was twitching in excitement.
“Well, you certainly are well endowed.” she said smiling. She then took off her bra.
Aunt Flo’s titties were full and round, sagging some, but her nipples were high on the breast and pointed outward quite a bit. But whereas Wendy’s were pink and Karen’s a pinkish tan, Aunt Flo’s were strikingly redder. A dark red and extremely long nipple jutting out from a maroon areola over two inches across. I’d of course, never seen anything like it and to this day have never seen anything close. Her nipples were bigger around than my finger and had to be an inch long! I yearned to suck them immediately and she obviously knew it.
Aunt Flo laughed and played with them. “Oh yes, they do grab your attention, don’t they? Let me guess, you want to suck them, don’t you? All boys love to suck them, All men too. Would it shock you to know that lots of men and a few boys have sucked on them? I’m no slut, Tommy. Few lovers have fucked me, but many lovers have gotten to second base and every single one of them have had the same reaction. But right now, you’re going to have to wait. I am in charge and I want a good fucking before I allow you to suck on these. Lay down on the bed.”
I did and she dropped her panties and climbed up to straddle my head.
“Karen said you made her cum with your mouth. It’s called cunniligus and it’s something Gary wasn’t so good at. Let’s see how good you are.” And she slowly lowered her pussy to my face.
Now Aunt Flo was a sandy blonde and her pussy was crowned by light brown but rather short fur, and her arousal was evident. The scent was stronger and more musky than my cousins’ and it really seemed to captivate me. I did the best I could to repeat my success with Karen. Aunt Flo’s pussy was quite different looking too. Her labia were furred although sparsely and her inner lips were darker colored and much longer, actually hanging out of the pussy. This might be normal for adults, but remember, at the time I’d only seen three others. Her clit wasn’t as big around as Karen’s but every bit as long and quite pronounced. I didn’t make her cum with my mouth but apparently did a pretty good job as she was very vocal.
After some time, she scooted down until her pussy was almost to my cock and her tits were in my face. I didn’t hesitate to suck and squeeze them. God, I loved those nipples! She rubbed her pussy up and down my cock and then guided the tip in. As she slowly slid down she moaned loudly.
“Ohhhhh gawwwwwwd. That feels sooooo goooood!”
Once I was all the way in she started to slide up and down. She began rocking her hips as she did and I knew I wouldn’t be able to last. When I came, Aunt Flo paused with my shaft buried deep in her. When I was finished, she resumed stroking and picked up speed. I could feel the wetness squirting out as she fucked me. Her titties had gotten away from me and I watched them bounce wildly. My cock had sagged for only a moment but was quickly stiff again. She closed her eyes and bit her lip then mumbled.
“Talk to me Tommy! Talk dirty to me!”
“Fuck me Aunt Flo, fuck me! Fuck me like you fucked Gary! Fuck me! It’s so good! I want you to fuck me every night! I want to suck your titties and cum in you!” It was all I could think of but it seemed to work as Aunt Flo grabbed her tits, squeezed and called out,
“FUCK! YES! YES! Oh god yes…” She clenched me with her pussy and her legs and quivered as she gasped.
“Oh god…. Oh god…oh god…”
Well I stayed with her for another couple of hours and we did some slow fucking and talked a lot. Eventually she sent me to wash up. Apparently she and my cousins had a talk. Wendy came into my room and told me I was not to get dressed. Dinner was at the dining table with only candles to see by. Aunt Flo and my cousins were also naked. We ate and I was introduced to a sweet wine. My first taste of alcohol left me unimpressed. After dinner we all went into the living room where they had not only closed all the drapes but spread some sheets on the floor and added a few pillows. Karen went to the liquor cabinet and gave me a snifter of cognac. This was much more to my taste. We sat around naked in the candlelight and talked. I was encouraged to ask questions to increase my sexual education. I discovered much about them and their incestuous behavior and they took turns showing me different ways to fuck and eat pussy. I ended up in Wendy’s bed, Aunt Flo slept with Karen. This was my first exposure to lesbianism and I found it weirdly arousing.
The entire weekend was spent fucking and although my daily life returned to a semblance of normalcy, my nights did not. Every night was spent with one of the three in my bed or me in theirs as they took turns using me. And every weekend was filled with as much sex as I could handle.
Of course things did finally slow down. I found a really nice girlfriend (Tina) who happened to be blessed with huge titties. Because I could get all the sex I wanted at home, there was no need for me to pressure her. Which helped us develop a solid relationship. She did let me get her topless and I eventually introduced her to titty fucking and blow jobs. She seemed a natural and was actually thrilled to get a face full of cum. After plenty of practice, she mastered swallowing and when I finally got her panties off I discovered the most beautiful pussy in the world. Her orgasms were, however typically rather loud and quite wet. This meant we had to do it at Aunt Flo’s and she explained to Tina that they were open and understanding and didn’t care that she and I were having sex. Tina quickly decided she wanted to go all the way and we fucked.
My god she was great! She came easily and often and loved to fuck in any and every position we could think of. We dated and fucked for four years and I married her after graduating in 1968. She never had a clue where I learned to fuck. And yes, even while we were dating, I continued to “service” my Aunt and cousins, although far less often. In fact, whenever I could, we continued to fuck in secret. Tina was still getting all the cock she could handle and the others wanted just enough to get by. Wendy and Karen did indeed marry a couple of nice guys. But Aunt Flo never did remarry and I found she was always eager for a good fucking. We hooked up about once a month until she fell and broke her hip at age 67. She decided to end it there.
Tina and I are still married and we still fool around any chance we get.
So, there’s my story. I know many consider what we did “bad”, but we were just enjoying life and loving in our own way. I became closer to them than to my parents. I trusted them more and cared about them more. Honestly, my parents never seemed to care that I had moved out and moved on. We wrote or called on special occasions or holidays but that was it. It was as if they just turned loose of my life and let me go. So, maybe it was for the best that things developed the way they did.
I’m happy with my life.