The Cousins

By

White Rabbit

Chapter One

When I was a senior in college, I started dating a beautiful, brunette freshman named Carole. She was intelligent and had the kind of classical beauty that always attracted me. Carole lived in an apartment near the campus with her cousin Martha. Her cousin was a blonde sophomore with a slender, athletic body. Although not as beautiful as Carole, she was pretty and vivacious. She was friendly with the opposite sex, but she never seemed to have a date and was always around when I spent time at their apartment. The three of us got along well, but there were times when I wished Martha had a more active social life so that Carole and I could be alone. They both wore skimpy clothing around the apartment and were always touching me on the arm or the thigh while we sat around talking. I spent most of my time in their apartment in a constant state of arousal. Later, I realized that this was part of their plan, but at the time I was under the influence of raging hormones.

After several weeks of dating, Carole and I started making-out on the couch of her apartment. The kissing was passionate and the feel of her body pressed close to mine was enough to make me get an instant erection. She was an ardent participant, but she always stopped me when I was ready to go beyond a certain point. A couple of times I managed to cup her 36C breasts and give them a quick squeeze, but she just brushed my hand aside and told me to stop. I would place my hand on her knee and slide it softly up the inside of her thigh while raising her skirt, but she would always stop me before I could reach her panties. I was raised a “gentleman” and so I always stopped when she told me to. I could tell she enjoyed our make-out sessions by her heavy breathing and the occasional soft moan. I kept telling myself that eventually she would relent and we would go farther, but the months went by with no further progress. I was starting to get frustrated. One night, I finally told her how frustrated I was and asked her if there was a problem. She apologized and told me she was frustrated, too. Then she told me that she was a virgin and was saving her virginity for her husband on her wedding night. I was at a complete loss for words. I couldn’t think of one intelligent thing to say. So I just told her that I should be going and would call her the next day.

Over the next several months, the pattern continued. I avoided discussing the situation with her, but we continued to make-out two or three times a week, always with the same results – a raging case of blue balls. One day, Carole left Martha an I alone in the apartment while she went to the supermarket. We sat on the couch talking and listening to music. She was wearing a halter top and a tight pair of white short that showed off her smooth, tanned thighs. I could clearly see the outline of her pubic mound when I manage a glance while her head was turned. She turned back suddenly and caught me looking. She gave me a little smile, put her hand on my upper thigh and said, “You poor boy … you must be really frustrated.” I was embarrassed at being caught looking at her crotch and by her comment, but I got a huge erection as soon as her soft hand touched my thigh. I saw her glance down at my crotch and I saw a strange smile develop on her face when she saw the bulge in my jeans.

At that moment, Carole returned. She and Martha went into the kitchen to put the groceries away. I tried to regain my composure and hoped that my erection would subside before they returned. I could hear them talking and giggling through the kitchen door, but I couldn’t hear what they were saying. I became even more embarrassed when I realized that Martha was probably telling Carole what had just happened between us. They returned to the living room, giggling and whispering. I could feel the blush on my face and wished I could disappear. They sat on the couch on either side of me and the smell of their perfume didn’t help my predicament. Carole said they wanted to watch a movie. I spent the rest of the evening watching television with them, but my mind was on the events of the afternoon.

It was springtime and I was the captain of the tennis team. We had a match against a college in a nearby city and it was late in the afternoon when I returned to my dorm. I had promised Carole that I would help her prepare for a calculus exam that afternoon, but we ran into heavy traffic on the way back from the match. I was late, so I quickly showered, threw on some cut-off jeans and a tee shirt, and rushed over to their apartment. Carole was a little perturbed at my lateness, but she gave me a kiss and a hug when I told her I had won my tennis match. We cracked the books for about an hour, until she finally felt prepared for her exam. Martha came home and they offered to fix me dinner as a reward. I was happy to accept. They told me to stretch out on the couch while they worked in the kitchen. I must have fallen asleep within a minute or two.

I think what woke me was the sound of female giggling. I was very groggy, but I was aware that I had an erection and that something unusual was happening. I kept my eyes closed and my breathing steady as I tried to figure out what was going on. I heard Martha say “I can’t believe how big it is!” Carole said, “Shush, you’ll wake him up.” Then Carole whispered, “I knew it was big - I could feel it up against me sometimes when we were making out.” Martha said, “Pull up his shorts a little higher so we can see more of it.” I realized the head of my penis was sticking out of my cut-offs and that my erection was growing even larger in reaction to the situation. I wasn’t sure what to do. I knew I was enjoying the attention and I may have even been hoping that some type of sexual activity would develop. In addition to being aroused, I was embarrassed and I didn’t know how to respond to this strange mixture of emotions. I decided to continue pretending to be asleep and see what would happen.

I could feel the right leg of my shorts moving slowly higher until it reached the point where my penis was able to spring upright, no longer confined by my shorts. I heard both of the girls gasp and then giggle as I felt the cool air on my erection. For the next few moments, all I heard was my own breathing and the rapid beating of my own heart. My penis was throbbing and bobbing around. By shoving the legs of my shorts up to free my erection, Carole had caused the crotch of my cut-offs to press into my balls and they were aching. Suddenly, I felt a cool soft hand around the shaft of my penis. I didn’t know which girl was touching me, but it didn’t really matter to me at that point. The hand glided gently up my shaft to the glans and then I felt fingertips fluttering around the head of my penis. I heard Martha whisper, “How does it feel?” Carole said, “It’s smooth and warm and I can feel it throbbing.” I could tell she was excited by the breathless sound in her voice. She whispered to Martha, “You can touch it if you want.”

I felt Carole’s fingers leave my glans and Martha’s hand, warmer and slightly moist, wrap around my pulsating shaft. I was in heaven as her hand moved up and down my penis, pausing occasionally to squeeze it gently. Her fingers moved to the head of my penis and I felt a fingertip playing with my urethra. I could hear the girls breathing heavily. Then I felt a second hand wrap around the base of my penis while the fingers continued to play with my glans. The pressure in my balls was increasing and the mixture of pain and pleasure was intense. Carole whispered, “It’s really throbbing, now. It looks like the head is going to burst.” Martha said, “I want to see his balls. Can you get them out?” Carole said, “No! His shorts are too tight. Besides, that would wake him up.” “But I really want get my hands on his balls,” said Martha in a pouting tone of voice. “No way! If he wakes up, he’ll be mad,” replied Carole.

The girls continued playing with my penis. Martha was stroking my shaft more rapidly while Carole was squeezing the head and tickling around the rim. “There’s juice coming out of his hole,” said Carole. I felt a finger spreading the moisture around my urethra and the glans of my penis. “I think he’s getting ready to spurt,” whispered Martha. “Have you ever seen one spurt before?” asked Carole. “Of course, silly!” said Martha giggling. “Let’s stop for a second before he shoots,” said Martha. Carole’s hand left the head of my penis and Martha stopped her stroking, but maintained her grip on my shaft. “Go get me the jar of Vaseline and a Q-tip,” whispered Martha. “What for?” asked Carole. “We’re going to play a game,” said Martha.

I heard Carole leave, then Martha whispered, “I know you’re awake. Just keep pretending to be asleep and I’ll make sure we all have more fun.” I opened my eyes a little and saw Martha looking at me with a strange smile on her face. I glanced down to see her small hand holding my penis. She started stroking it again and then leaned over and licked the head. She looked back at me, licked her lips and said, “I know you’re enjoying this as much as I am.” Just then, we heard Carole returning from the back of the apartment. I closed my eyes and continued my sleeping act. “You stroke his shaft for awhile,” said Martha. I felt Martha’s hand being replaced by Carole’s hand. She began stroking me. Her hand was sliding from the base up to the head and back, picking up my natural lubrication in the process. “He’s really leaking now,” said Carole. “Why don’t you taste his juice?” asked Martha. “What? Are you crazy?” asked Carole. “No, silly! It tastes good, just try it. Stick out your tongue and lick the tip of his dick,” said Martha.

I felt warm breath on the head of my penis and then a soft tongue around my hole. Her hand continued to stroke me at the same time. “How does it taste?” asked Martha. “Not bad,” replied Carole, “Do you want to taste him?” I felt more warm breath and another tongue on my cock head. Carole’s hand was still moving slowly on my shaft. “Watch this,” whispered Martha. Suddenly, the head of my penis was engulfed in a warm, wet mouth. I couldn’t help the involuntary groan that followed. “You’re waking him up,” whispered Carole. I felt Martha’s teeth sink into the rim of my glans for a second, and then she pulled her mouth off with some added suction. “No, he’s still asleep. Men have sex dreams all the time. He’s just having one that’s better than usual,” said Martha. My natural lubrication, combined with their saliva, was making Carole’s hand slide up and down more easily. I knew I couldn’t hold out much longer.

“What’s the name of the game?” asked Carole. “I call it ICBM, Inner Cock Ballistic Missile,” whispered Martha, “Just keep stroking him and watch.”

Carole’s hand was sliding up and down my penis more rapidly now. Then I felt fingers on my cock head, squeezing the sides near the tip. “Keep it steady for me,” whispered Martha. I heard Carole gasp and then she giggled. Suddenly I felt the strangest sensation. It was a feeling I’d never experienced before. “Won’t that hurt him?” asked Carole. “Maybe a little, but not enough to wake him up, he’s exhausted from his tennis match,” said Martha, “Keep stroking him.” Then I felt the pain. It was a weird kind of pain that I couldn’t describe, but it was mixed with excitement and arousal. I felt a tongue licking my frenum while Carole’s hand kept stroking me. Martha’s fingers were still squeezing my glans and I knew I was about to ejaculate. The pain was getting worse, but it was mingled with the pleasure of my impending orgasm. “Now watch! He’s going to launch the missile any second now. Keep stroking,” said Martha. I couldn’t take it anymore. I opened my eyes and looked down to see Carole’s hand gliding up and down on my cock. There was the white fuzzy tip of a Q-tip sticking out of my urethra. The rest of it was inside my penis. Just then, I felt the waves of my orgasm starting. I couldn’t stop it. Martha glanced at me with a smile, and then looked back down at my penis. Carole was staring intently at my cock while she continued to stroke it. She appeared to be engrossed in the game and was not aware that I was awake.

I moaned loudly as I began to ejaculate. I saw the Q-tip shoot out of the end of my cock and fly up into the air, landing in Carole’s long dark hair. Then spurt after spurt of semen shot out. It landed everywhere. More landed in Carole’s hair and on her face. One spurt landed on Martha’s cheek. She used a finger to scoop it off and then stuck it in her mouth. She made an “mmmm” sound and then licked her lips. “Wow……cool!” exclaimed Carole. I watched as Martha lowered her mouth down over the head of my penis, while Carole was holding the shaft. She sucked on it for a few seconds and licked it clean around the edge of the glans. At that moment, Carole glanced up at me and saw my eyes were open. She got a startled look on her face, followed by the expression of a little girl being caught in the act of doing something wrong. Martha reached over and picked the Q-tip out of Carole’s hair. “Just retrieving our missile,” said Martha.

Although this had been the most exciting sexual experience of my life to that point, I was embarrassed and humiliated. I jumped up, pulled my shorts down over my penis, grabbed my sneakers and rushed out of the apartment. I heard Martha say, “Don’t go John, stay and we’ll have more fun.” Then I heard Carole say, “I’m sorry John, please don’t be mad, we were just having fun.” But I couldn’t face them at that moment. I had to leave. I ran back to my dorm room and took a shower. I turned the phone off so they couldn’t call me. I wasn’t ready to talk to them. I fell asleep as soon as I got in bed.

- End of Chapter One -