This isn’t one of those fake incest stories where we’re step-siblings or in-laws or godparents. Sasha IS my cousin, it’s just that she’s like, my third cousin, twice removed, blah blah. So, we’re technically related, but … it goes back quite a ways.
She’s also 10 years older than me. She’d babysit, tell me to stop being a nerd and kiss more girls. She’d tell me to dress cooler, less like my mommy dressed me. That sort of thing.
When she went to college, I was bummed. I liked Sasha. We had a ton of fun together.
Then, life interrupts and I didn’t see her for a long, long time. Until I got her wedding invite in the mail. I went. It was awkward. She hated the guy she was marrying, but her parents had been pushy about wanting grandkids and they were traditionalists, so … Sasha got married.
A few months later, they took a break and things remained like that for almost five years. Married, but not. She eventually settled one state over – just 20 minutes from my house – and we got dinner.
There was an instant connection. I told her my deepest secrets. That I was still a virgin. That I’d never gotten a blowjob. The last girl I kissed was prom night, senior year, and I’m sure it was a pity kiss.
Sasha was baffled. “You’re so good looking, though! And you’re nice as all hell! What is your problem? Where do you go out? Do you have a wingman. What dating apps do you use?”
“Dating apps?”
She pulled out her phone and showed me all the guys around her that she could fuck right now if she wanted.
“But you’re married?”
“So what? Just cause I’m married doesn’t mean I can’t flirt. Marriage doesn’t mean what it once meant.”
“Huh,” I said. “Well, I don’t really go out. I don’t have a wingman. I don’t have a lot of friends, really …”
She ruffled her brow and put her hand on my hand.
“I think what you need is a little kick start. You know, something that doesn’t count as your official first, but gets the ball rolling.”
“Like what? Hire a prostitute?”
Sasha laughed.
“I mean, you COULD. You’re rich, you can afford a high end one. But, no. You don’t need to hire someone.”
“So, what do I do? Go on Facebook and ask? ‘Hey, anyone wanna fuck?'”
Sasha leaned in and put her hand on my hand.
“No, dude. Pick up what I am putting down.”
I looked at her. It couldn’t be. She didn’t mean what I think she meant … no way.
“Are you …”
Sasha nodded. Waiting for me to connect the dots.
“Nooo, you don’t mean …”
More nodding.
“That … we?”
A big smile appeared on her face.
“Listen. We’re family, so it doesn’t really count and I’m not really having an affair if I fuck you silly. And my husband and I haven’t had sex in like, 10 years.”
“No way.”
“The last blowjob HE got was on our honeymoon, and I stopped halfway and just jerked him off into a tissue.”
“WHAT?”
“Listen, Tom and I do not get along. I hate him. I always have. And he doesn’t love me, either. This was a marriage of convenience 100%. My parents wanted me to marry. His parents wanted him to marry. We live almost entirely separate lives. Sleep in different rooms. I barely look at him. He barely looks at me.”
“Why not get a divorce?”
“Eh, not worth the trouble, I suppose. Anyway, I don’t wanna talk about me. I wanna talk about us. You wanna fool around? I can show you the ropes. Guide you. Help you out. And in return … I get some dick, too.”
“Sure,” I said, signaling for the waiter to get the check.
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Back at my studio apartment, Sasha sat down on a chair and undid her shoes. I peaked — her purple thong snuck out over the top of her jeans. I grabbed my crotch. Fucking hell. This was going to happen.
She stood up and turned around and walked towards me. She kissed me, slowly at first, and then with more passion. And then more, and soon, I was on my back and she was straddling me on the sofa, pressing her mouth into mine.
Something told me this was more about her needs than mine, but who gives a shit?
She slid off my lap and undid my pants and pulled my cock out.
“Oh my GOD, you’re HUGE.”
I grinned and she took my entire cock in her mouth with ease, sucking, slurping, spitting, jerking. It was intense. Ferocious, almost. She would take me all, down her throat, gag, cough, spit and do it all over again.
I wasn’t sure I’d last much longer, so I hoisted her up and stripped off her clothes. She had a tight, amazing body. A waxed pussy. No body hair. I studied her rock hard nipples. They were perfect.
She squeezed her tits together and bit her bottom lip.
I pushed her onto the sofa and got onto my knees and spread her legs. I leaned in and went for it.
“Eh, eh,” Sasha shouted out. “Tease first. Get me wet.”
I licked her inner thigh. Kissed it. Moved closer to her clit, licked her pussy lips, moved closer, breathed on it, went to her other thigh, licked it.
“Oh, good, baby,” she moaned with pleasure as her finger moved towards her pussy. I swatted it away.
“Nope,” I said as I put my mouth on her pussy and sucked. I wiggled my tongue over her clit.
“Faster baby, don’t stop!”
I kept at it, same place, same motion, until she arched backwards and screamed with pleasure.
“Don’t stop! DON’T STOPPP!!”
I kept tonguing her clit until she practically fell off the sofa with orgasm.
“Oh fuck,” she said, gasping for breath. “Okay, ready to fuck this pussy?”
I nodded.
“Do I need a condom?”
“Nope. I’m on the pill.
I bent her over the bed and yanked on her pony tail while I slipped my dick inside of her pussy. It was tight. Wet. Incredible. Her pussy lips basically sucked my cock, they gripped so tightly. I slid in and out slowly, looking at her tight little asshole.
“You feel so good,” I said.
“You feel better,” she said.
I started pumping. Faster. Harder. Slapping my pelvis into her ass. It jiggled. She wasn’t fat at all, but she did have a booty on her and every time I slammed into her: Shockwaves.
It was incredible. I thought I’d cum any minute. Sasha’s fingers found her pussy and she leaned onto her right shoulder so she could masturbate.
“I’m cumming,” she said. “Cum with me!”
She rubbed harder. Faster. Her fingers found my balls. She cupped them between her thighs.
“CUM, BABY! DO IT!”
I slammed harder. The faster I went, the more she started moaning.
“I’m cumming!!” She screamed as I slapped her ass and then spat on her asshole.
“Oh, yeah! Finger it! Finger my ass!”
I slipped a finger in her asshole, gripped her hip with my left arm and shot a nut deep inside of her cunt.
She sighed, collapsing onto the bed and gasping.
“That. Was. Amazing. I thought you had a lot to learn, but … how? How are you that good for a virgin?”
“I watch a lot of porn.”
“What do they do in porn after he busts inside of the girl?”
“Well, in some of it …”
She started nodding. We were on the same page. I went to the kitchen and grabbed a spoon, slipped it into her pussy, scooped out my jizz and held it out in front of her.
She leaned down and took the spoon in her mouth and gulped down my cum.
Source: reddit.com/r/sexystories/comments/78o9qp/learning_a_thing_or_two_from_my_cousin_m_f_oral