Chapter 3
When Kissing Cousins Grow Up
"I always had a big thing for my cousin, Maggie, ever since we were little kids. Went through all that 'kissing cousin' crap when I first realized I had a cock and she had a cunt, but that was all pubescent fantasy. Then things really changed. Took a few years to get to that point, something beyond my wildest fantasies really. Who'd have ever guessed that we'd go way beyond that kissing cliche and end up being fucking cousins? I'd have been about the last one to figure on that one.
"Like Maggie was always a real cute number. Don't know exactly how she snuck into the family really-most of us are uglier than sin. I always looked forward to my summer visits back to Indianapolis so's I'd have the chance to be around her.
She was my idea of how a girl should look. The face was the first thing, straight off the cover of a magazine. All those cute dimples set off by a shock of curly auburn hair. Never needed makeup -perfect features with a snowy complexion, touched off by apple-pink cheeks. Her eyes really got me more than anything about her. Deep green that crinkled into inverted crescents when she smiled.
"Of course Maggie never knew how I really felt about her. Below the belt at any rate. We picked up on each other pretty well about our attitudes and all, neither of us being conformists to our families' rather puritanical ethics, but out front our rebellious spirits never got into sexual connotations. We were like two tight buddies, sharing secret jibes at our elders' expense, but never delving into anything beyond an occasional cigarette as symbols of our nonconformity.
"Little did Maggie know that I often pounded my pud, visions of her dancing in my head. Sure, I was a little guilty when I thought about the fact that she was my cousin and all-I knew that incest was a dirty subject by most people's standards, but maybe that even added to my onanistic thrills. Besides, I had enough guilt from the masturbation thing, my family's views being so straight and all. Then, one has to remember that I was barely into my teens at the time. By the time I was sixteen or so and balling chicks at my school, most of that had passed.
"But I still didn't know what I'd been missing until I hooked up with Maggie again . . . and in a much more intimate manner than we had experienced during our childhood. I'd lost contact with her, in the flesh at least, since her family moved to Philadelphia when I was fourteen and she, seventeen. I received the news from my mom when she married about a year later, and remember feeling some childish loss about the fact, although the event had clashed more with my fantasy rather than reality.
"Still, she remained in my mind very close, and I still got cards from her on my birthday and Christmas, reminding me that we were still the two black sheep in the family. Time went on, and she still stayed fixed in my memory as the perfect woman--even at seventeen, she'd had the body of a mature woman, one that most other members of her sex would have envied. And then came news, during my senior year of high school that Maggie had gotten a divorce, a matter that was quickly passed over since my family didn't believe in that sort of things, however real they may be.
"I'll never forget the secret surge that went through me, though, when I found out that Maggie had moved to New York City to take a job-I'd just been accepted as a freshman at NYU, and it'd only be a few months till I'd be back there. I mean, the whole idea was a big one for me: being away from home for the first time in the big city plus the added attraction of looking forward to seeing Maggie for the first time in four years.
"So anyhow that's the way it came down-me getting back together with my cousin that is. I'd hardly set up in my dorm and registered for classes before I gave her a call. She was real friendly, glad to hear from me. Invited me over for dinner that night. Only I didn't have the slightest inkling what she had in mind for dessert.
"She was still looking good over those lamb chops and mashed potatoes . . . better even. Now being of legal age, her body still looked illegal, the kind nobody ever figured on seeing in person. After the usual about Uncle Bob and Aunt Helen and my folks, it got down to us talking over our old tricks and other shit like that.
"Before long, we were really yucking it up over a couple of martinis she'd mixed up, both of us congratulating the other on being one part of two of a kind that escaped the straight-laced rigidity of our families. But fuck, it was hard to concentrate on the subject at hand, staring at that body of hers across from me, wrapped in that tight, green mini-dress, just begging to be unwrapped. It made me flash back to the fantasies I'd had about her back when I was a kid.
"So it gets a little more involved, each of us telling other ways we've 'gone astray' since our last meeting. Quite naturally, the subject finally turns to sex . . . mainly at my cousin's insistence. Each time I turn away from the subject, she starts back in on it, berating her sex life with her ex-husband and so on. But pretty soon, I gather that she's bringing it all around at me.
" 'It's funny, Bud,' I remember her saying, 'that you and I never did get a go at it. Of course, you were so much younger than me and I suppose your thoughts hadn't even gotten around to such things, but since you always were my very favorite relative and what with all the fun we used to have . . . well, I'll have to admit, it crossed my mind on more than just one occasion.'
"Shit, I practically flipped when she dropped this rather candid confession on me. I probably was blushing as I told her that she, too, had often crossed through my sex fantasies, stopping short, of course, when it came to telling her just how far her astral presence had gone on its way to orgasm. I mean, you don't just walk up and tell Someone that they were your first masturbation fantasy . . . at least, it's not something I do.
"Well, once that was out of the bag, things got right down to the old nitty gritty. I was really surprised at some of the things Maggie told me, even boasting at what good head she gave and everything, but some of my own confessions were being drawn out in the process and I'll have to admit that the whole thing was turning me on. I mean, here was a girl, my cousin, whom I'd always imagined as an ideal ball, coming on to me, telling me her deepest secrets. It was just too fucking good to believe.
"She was making it very clear that she was in the mood for giving it a go around with me, dropping lines like we should try it out now, that we were grown up and shit like that. I felt a little hesitant at first, the way things can be when a fantasy has the chance of becoming reality, not really sure whether to believe my ears or not. But if that sense was failing me, my sight wasn't-she was flashing me generous beaver shots as we talked, using body language to its fullest advantage. I quickly realized that I'd been playing in the minor leagues, my experience being limited to some back seat ventures with the locals back home. But Maggie put me at ease, realizing that I hadn't had the opportunity to experience as much as she. Yet, she left the big decision up to me-at this point, all I had to say was yes and I realized that she'd take it from there.
"Swallowing back any nervousness, I was at least able to realize that I'd rather go on with the show and let it be known in some manner-I honestly can't remember how with the way everything was swimming around in my head from the impact of the moment-that my answer was an affirmative. I didn't have many guilt hang-ups from the incest point of view . . . not that I can recall, but I did feel nervous, afraid that I wouldn't be able to show her a very good time, being as green as I was. But somehow Maggie sensed this, wanting to test the raw power of the other black sheep, and she was able to keep me from freaking out.
"Once I'd given her the high sign, she quickly took over the controls, suggesting we go in the bedroom for a more intimate discussion. Armed with fresh martinis, she led the way into her small bedroom and had me sit on the bed and sip my drink while she went into the bathroom to slip into something 'more comfortable.' I gulped the drink down, hoping it would steel my nerves . . . fuck, a dream come true, I didn't want to blow it. The formula worked fast, I was reeling in a warm fog by the time she opened the door to the bathroom. Fuck, was her idea of something comfortable something else! I'd been imagining a sexy nightgown of some kind, but this was more than I'd figured on. She'd gotten right down to it. Stark naked! Shit, I almost dropped the glass out of my hand. It certainly left little doubt-she was serious.
"She just stood there, smiling, gloating in obvious pride of her body and my reaction to it, turning a full 360 degrees to show me all of it. Not one of those skinny model types that I loathe--this was the real thing. She had a real nice set of jugs, fire plugs of about thirty-eight with big red nips that begged to be eaten. I shivered as my eyes trailed downward along her hourglass-shaped hips, noting the way her underbelly pouted out sexily underneath her navel just a bit before being lost in her tuft of pubic hair. And that ass-what a nice pair of buns. Being an ass man at even my tender age, when I caught a glimpse of those moons, I could feel my cock rising underneath my shorts and trousers in anticipation of sinking into the cleft. Her legs weren't long, but they were perfectly shaped, right down to her nicely turned ankles-in short, she was even sexier than my wildest fantasies had ever imagined.
" 'No need to mess about, Bud,' she smiled at me. Wow, if this was her idea of something comfortable, then what was I doing sitting there in all my clothes? Hoped that she'd extend the invitation soon. The martinis had killed any opposition my youthful procrastinations may have offered, a warm buzz helped me to appreciate the visual thrills she offered. Time for us to get into more mischief together, only this time it'd be a lot better than smoking a sneak cigarette or chugging a stolen beer.
"Telling me that she'd been waiting for this a long time, she came over to the bed and took the glass from my zombie-like hand and placed it on the bedside stand in front of me. I guess she sensed my nervousness, 'cause she began to talk to me reassuringly, running her hands up around my neck to massage the tight muscles as she spoke in a sultry tone. I could feel my fucking prick swelling up fast inside my jocks, and hoped that I'd be able to hold out long enough to plant it inside her pussy. I mean, shit! At this rate I'd come from just looking.
" 'Now I think it's about time for you to get all nice and comfy, too,' she was saying, but her words only helped weave the trance that was coming over me. I tried to tell her that I needed help, but she just told me to relax and not worry about anything that would go down, that she was feeling a few butterflies herself just at the excitement of being with me for the first time. Well, she was so soothing in the way she built up my confidence that I began to trust her and let her do the leading. She told me not to worry about anything . . . I mean she let me know that she'd been around a little while longer in these matters without making me feel embarrassed about it. Neat shit. So I just let her do anything she wanted.
"Her hands began working at the buttons of my shirt, and although I attempted to help her, my eyes dumbly affixed on her bouncing titties as they bobbed in front of me. She had my shirt stripped off by the time I realized what was happening. She looked at me with a satisfied smile of appraisal, letting out an affirmative 'Mmmmmm' before dipping her head down to take a playful bite at my nipple. Fuck, this was wild! I'd never known a broad to take the lead and Maggie was doing just that. I dug the shit out of it. I reached down and placed a series of little kisses on the side and back of her neck, while she continued to mouth at my nipples.
"But soon she broke away from this diversion and her mouth and mine were now meeting each other, plying mutual satisfaction as they explored the other cavern, tongues lashing wildly in mock combat. Her mouth was real warm, her lips and tongue soft and pliable, bringing me thrills I never knew possible from mere kissing, kissing enhanced by the way her hands ran over my nude back and neck. But we were now to become more than mere kissing cousins before this night was up, and Maggie's next action proved that.
"With a smile, she reached for my fly, and I felt a surge of blood rush to my crotch when her hand pressed down against my stiffened prick and began rolling it back and forth in a gentle massaging stroke. But she had more in mind than massaging the mule as her hands told me. Rather than make her wait, I, feeling more a part of the scene by now, edged away from her a moment so I could assist her. Zip, zip . . . a tug here and there . . . presto, my trousers, shorts, and socks are in a pile on the floor and Maggie is eyeballing my bulging cock.
" 'Runs in the family,' I tell her modestly as she licks her lips over my eight-inch porker, repaying the compliment with my own eyes.
"And then she just dives her fucking head down there, telling me that she's too worked up to do any more preliminaries. I don't mind one bit. I practically jumped out of my fucking skin-being as that was all that was left for me to jump out of -when her soft lips touched my tender head and shaft. No broad I'd ever been with had ever gotten down to it this fast, and for chrissakes this was Maggie, the girl of my wet dreams. With a jolt in my spine as reaction to her expert suckmanship, I realized that Maggie's just as good as money in the fucking bank. She was sure to hold up my interest right up until the time of withdrawal.
"Man, she was some shit the way she worked that mouth of hers. All I could do was settle back and enjoy it, placing my hands back on the bed to support my weight while she kept giving me head, her tongue twirling around my cock expertly. After fooling around the head for a couple of crazy minutes, .she took the shaft in her hand and began to hunker down to the serious business. Her hair trailed down and tickled my belly as her face began to fuck my cock, moving up and down the shaft in rapid movements. My whole body was getting to be just an extension of my prick, each sensation becoming one. Her titties were pressing down against my thighs while she blew me, her free hand clawing at my back and ass, but it all felt like one big sensation since my mind sent all the messages to one big clearing house.
"Her mouth kept making little fuck sounds as she drooled over my prick, letting out moans and wet sighs between her gasps for air. Her hand worked hard at the base of my shaft in a jacking off motion, her mouth sometimes meeting her cupped hand as she sucked away. This was a real professional blow job, the likes of which I'd never known.
"But all too soon, she broke away from me, a thin string of saliva trailing from her lips to my cock. She had a wild look in those jade eyes of hers that told me, despite however good it had been so far, that the best was yet to come. And she soon was to prove the point.
" 'There's plenty more time for that later,' she told me, catching her breath. 'Right now I want to feel that hunk of meat inside me.'
"Well, what could I say?
"I didn't say a thing, just followed her sweet orders, waiting on hands and knees, cock throbbing somewhere in the middle of all that, while she rolled over on her back and motioned for me to get down to doing my own natural thing. I wouldn't need much instruction here, I just hoped to hell I'd be able to hold on long enough to give Maggie, the kind of ride she was accustomed to . . . or better. Fuck, I didn't want to blow this gig. Looked like a good thing in the making-to hell with all those simpering little college chicks, my cousin would put the lot to shame.
"I lowered myself over her full body and began planting kisses all over her face as she welcomed me in. Her hands seemed to be more than two the way they seemed to be everywhere at once: massaging my neck and shoulders, pinching an arm, clawing at my butt. Her soft titties felt good underneath me, giving way to the weight of my chest as I settled down atop her, my own hands trailing down her sides to do some exploration of their own.
"But there wasn't much time for any more pre-game ceremonies. Maggie was calling to me, telling me to take my cock and cram it up her pussy. That's the kind of talk I like to hear. So, with a big assist from her hand, I began guiding my prick to her pussy, rubbing it down in the depth of her thighs before positioning my weight up on my elbows for the thrust home. I tarried for a moment as I felt the head mash against the pubis, gooseflesh forming on my back as the bush tickled at it . . . then moved it down into the furrow, felt the hot wetness of her slash and drove home.
"Shit, did that stuff feel good! She had the sweetest little old snatch this boy'd ever had his business in and that's a fucking fact. The way she moved the rest of her body around didn't hurt either. She fully cooperated with my motions, complementing the ball nicely.
"I just lowered down against her and settled down for a nice introductory fuck. It was like I'd never really known my cousin at all . . . well who do you know really, until you've had your pants down together? This was something, man, the way she drove that body of hers up around my cock, and me all the time just slamming away at her hatch in a steady pushing motion-my hips arching up and down to split her pussy flesh apart. She had wrapped her legs up around my back for deeper penetration, and was undulating her hips to match my tempo, her hands clawing at my back and ass while she kissed, bit and otherwise attacked my neck.
"I was really lunging in and out good now, giving it to her full throttle now, pacing myself so as not to spill my guts too soon, and she was loving it. I lifted my head from the pillow and was pleased to see her flushed features, splotched with emotion, her teeth biting her lower lip as she thrashed her head back and forth, never missing a stroke. As I settled down, blowing a hot gust into her ear, she rolled us laterally, her arms and legs locking me, but I kept stuffing the old meat to her. Then she lunged in the other direction, a smile of pure pleasure on her face, but I stayed with it, enjoying every second of our ball myself. Once the rolling stopped, she began to moan real deep, and I could tell she was ready to come. But I kept slamming it to her, realizing from the tightness in my guts that I wouldn't be far behind. Trying as best she could to hold back the inevitable tide, she began to fight me, holding her arched hips back against the usual rhythm as if trying to expel my cock, but I had too good a hold on her.
"Then she began fucking at me at an even faster tempo, obviously coming. Her lips were mouthing unintelligible gibberish as she writhed underneath me, but I kept slamming away fast and hard until I could feel my own hot load begin to dump. As I came, I threw the old meat in there full shaft and held it, throwing forth a big volley of sperm, then back and . . . crash, hold and . . . in . . . out and hi . . . OUT AND IN. . . . I was weakened and couldn't do it anymore, just held onto her as she quivered underneath me, clasping against me like a barnacle to a ship.
"As my head went reeling off into who knows where, I realized that my cousin and I had really firmed up the beginning of what could be a regular and beautiful relationship. Luckily, it continued."
In Buddy W. we find a typical case where "forbidden sex" becomes attractive. The young man, and his cousin Maggie, are from Connecticut, where marriage between first cousins is perfectly legal. Yet, during the interview, he mentioned many times that he envisioned his cousin Maggie as the object of his masturbatory fantasies because she was his cousin. The knowledge of the taboo of incest added to his sexual thrills.
J. C. Flugel comments in his book Man, Morals and Society:
Taboos therefore, are the socialized expressions of conflicts, they are in their very nature ambivalent and imply a double attitude of desire and fear, of attraction and repulsion. It is true that the negative or prohibitory elements preponderate. But underneath each prohibition is a real or potential desire, for people do not trouble to prohibit things that no one wants to do. In its predominance of the negative aspects, taboo exhibits a special resemblance to one particular form of neurosis, the obsessional or compulsion neurosis, and Freud worked out in some detail the parallelism between these two manifestations of mental conflict, the one social and primitive, the other individual and, as we are accustomed to regard it, pathological.
Not despite but because of his puritanical background, Buddy kept referring to his masturbatory practices. He obviously intended to shock the interviewer. Masturbation is probably one of the most discussed forms of sexual activity, it is surely one of the most condemned practices and also the most universally practiced one. Moreover, the act itself is totally harmless.
Again, we find in Buddy's case that he is sexually excited by the fact that he was doing something forbidden. Buddy is typical of the many young people who have only been taught that sex is "dirty," and that it should not be discussed.
In Marriage and Morals, Bertrand Russell gives the following, tongue-in-cheek, scathing comment:
The view of the orthodox moralist on the question of sex knowledge may, I imagine, be fairly stated as follows: The sexual impulse is a very powerful one, showing itself in different stages of development. Imagining it takes the form of a desire to touch and play with certain parts of the body; in later childhood it takes the form of curiosity and love of "dirty" talk, while in adolescence it begins to take more mature forms. There is no doubt that sexual misconduct is promoted by sexual thoughts, and that the best road to virtue is to keep the young occupied in mind and body with matters wholly unconnected with sex. They must, therefore, be told nothing whatever about sex; they must as far as possible be prevented from talking about it with each other, and grown-ups must pretend that there is no such topic. It is possible by these means to keep a girl in ignorance until the night of her marriage, when it is to be expected that the facts will so shock her as to produce exactly that attitude towards sex which every . . . moralist considers desirable in women. With boys the matter is more difficult, since we cannot hope to keep them completely ignorant beyond the age of 18 or 19 at latest. The proper course with them is to tell them that masturbation invariably leads to insanity, while intercourse with prostitutes invariably leads to venereal disease. Neither of these assertions is true, but they are white lies, since they are made in the interest of morality. A boy should also be taught that in no circumstances is conversation on sexual subjects permissible, not even in marriage. This increases the likelihood that when he marries he will give his wife a disgust of sex and thus preserve her from the risk of adultery.
The Puritans and the Calvinists achieved, at the Reformation, the re-establishment of the depressive and guilt-ridden attitude as the whole source of religion. In his Sex in Hutory, G. Rattray Taylor pointed out that the Roman Catholic Church, more realistically, had held out, though rather limited, the possibility of passing through depression into a state of well-being, provided of course that this state of well-being was based on imagery approved of by the Church. But at least there was a possibility of acquiring approval, no matter how limited, instead of incurring all-out condemnation as was the case with Puritans.
Although the following quote was written regarding masturbation, one does well to keep in mind that the described attitude is prevalent with a large part of the population, as soon as the subject of sex is brought up. Unfortunately, the reaction to this attitude is quite frequently akin to that of Buddy W. and his cousin Maggie: sexual excitement and borderline perversion.
Lester Dearborn, writing on autoerotism in The Encyclopedia of Sexual Behavior, states:
The modern attitude is not a sudden change, but rather the result of a long struggle to throw off the shackles of ignorance and to view the phenomenon in the light of reason. It has emerged only after knowledge has replaced superstition, facts have taken precedence over conjecture, and understanding and information have replaced bias and prejudice. It is only fair to note that the occasional pioneers of the past who insisted that facts be the background for opinion were, in the light of recent studies, exceptionally wise in their speculations. It is also noteworthy that the superstitions regarding masturbation have not been entirely annihilated, for we find in a few of our modern writings an insistence upon classifying it under the heading of perversions. Whenever modern religious leaders feel under the obligation to discourage masturbation they are not now likely to refer to any horrible consequences but rather to consider it a religious offense. The Roman Catholic Church, for example, deals with it dogmatically and classifies it as a sin. This attitude is also held by some Orthodox groups and by certain fundamentalist Protestant bodies.
Buddy and his cousin Maggie are both victim to being sexually excited by doing the forbidden. It is quite well possible that they would only have had a short-term affair if they had not been cousins.
Though the subject proclaims to have fantastic and very satisfactory sexual experiences, he is incapable of forming an interpersonal relationship. To him, his cousin is more of an object to have sex with-a rather masturbatory attitude-than a person he loves and wants to satisfy.
Also, as will be discussed subsequently, he has begun to experiment with forms of anal stimulation. The anus is well-supplied with nerves and therefore a perfect area for erotic stimulation. However, as the reader will easily see for himself, it is again the forbidden factor which makes the act attractive for Buddy. In itself, there is nothing wrong with anal stimulation. What we to question here is the attitude towards it and the motive. Is Buddy's motive one of gratification or one of shock value? We strongly suspect that it is the latter, since anal sex is still a subject of taboo with large segments of our society.
Another facet, as we shall see, is the excessive use of mechanical stimulators used by this couple of cousins.
"Maggie cooked up a lot of gadgetry to spice things up as time went along. All kinds of fucking things I'd never even heard of before. I'd been pretty used to the back seat variety of sex, and was barely above that level of 'autoeroticism' when I hooked up with her, so I had plenty in store when it came to what she could teach me.
"Whether it was a change in locale, such as getting it on in a soapy shower, or in position-fuck if I hadn't known better, I would have sworn she'd been a gymnast-Maggie was able to vary our modes of balling to the extent that I thought we'd never run out of things to do.
"But it was the various gadgets that she exposed me to that really blew my mind. Her husband had turned her on to all kinds of mail order stuff . . . guess she'd nagged him into it since he was such a lousy lay or some such shit, and she had all kinds of items laying around to further arouse my senses. She even told me once that she was afraid her supply of dildoes was wearing out before I came along, and I had to laugh since I'd always had guilt feelings about pounding my pud. Not Maggie. She figured to get it off one way or another, and if nobody else was around, she didn't feel any embarrassment at all in breaking out the vibrator and reaming her pussy with it. She really helped my own attitude about a lot of those things, made me feel more at ease.
"I'll never forget the day she introduced me to the anal vibrator. Fuck, I never knew anything like that even existed. I'd already been introduced to some of Maggie's more conventional forms of vibrators, the ones with the shape of a cock she sometimes stuck in her pussy while I was between fucks, waiting for the old stamina to come around again. But this was very different. The day she threw it on me, I about flipped . . . I mean, the idea of having something crammed up your ass, well, to me it seemed like stuff that only queers did. But I had a lot to learn.
"We were over at her apartment one night, getting in our regular lovemaking, a ritual that had become pretty standard by that time, both of us really digging our incestuous relationship. Maggie had already introduced me to quite a variety of balling procedures. She knew that I was really picking up on tricks and eager to be shown anything new to add to my repertory. So, just after we'd stripped down and jumped in the sack, she reached over to the bedside stand where she kept all her dildoes and other goodies, and pulled this anal vibrator out of the fucking drawer. Fuck, I didn't know what it was when she shoved it under my nose, but under her expert tutelage I was soon to find out-what it was like to be vibrated.
"She reached over and dipped her mitt into a jar of Vaseline and rubbed it all over the business end of the vibrator. Thus greased and ready for action, she began explaining the situation to me. I was a little apprehensive at first, but she assured me that it's nothing like taking a full cock up the ass, a thing, by the way, which she liked to have me do from time to time-she was a nut on experimentation. If I grow to be a dirty old man, it's Maggie that I'll have to thank for it.
"Anyway she started to tell me about various oriental ways of spicing up the usual, things about the old rope trick and all, saying that it's really exciting to some guys to have something rammed up their ass while the broad's balling him up front. I was a little worried about pain and all, not to mention the potential humiliation inherent in such an operation, but she put my mind at ease about the latter, assuring me that if there's too much of the former I could simply tell her to stop.
"I felt a little better when I saw that the asshole dildo is very small in circumference, maybe about the size of my little finger. Its length was about five inches of soft and pliable plastic, hooked at about a thirty degree angle to fit the shape of the rectum. At the end of that was this flashlight looking gizmo which held the batteries, complete with a switch to turn it on and off.
"Maggie reassured me that I'd liked anal penetration so far, citing herself as an example, and I had to agree that it seemed she'd enjoyed it. Besides, she reminded me, she often worked her pinkie up my asshole during intercourse and I'd liked that. She was right, I'd really dug it. Maybe this wasn't going to be all that bad anyhow. It was just that it was so . . . up front. I mean it was all the planning that bothered me, or had bothered me at first. Now I was willing to give it a go . . . shit, I might even like it, after all.
"She decided that a nice way to break it in would be to have us go at a sixty-nine while she pumped it to my ass. Since mutual head was one of my favorite things, I rolled over on my side facing towards her toes and breathed in her sweet bush while she prepared the vibrator.
"She worked her hands around to my asshole and had the contraption set to go, then returned one hand to my front to prepare for action. My cock, having grown to near rigidity during our preparations, jumped to full stiffness as I felt her hand grip its base and her lips touch hotly against the tip. Using her lead as a cue, I ran my fingers down through her bush and found the deep gorge beneath her mound. As my fingers went deep into the moist wetness of her snatch, I felt shivers run up and down my spine as her tongue began dancing around my prick head.
"As I pushed my face down into her snatch, my fingers having singled out her clit for special attention, she spread her legs, finally resting one atop my ear once my head had settled into position, my nose buried in her pussy. She kept sucking and blowing at the tip of my cock as her other hand-the first being involved with my balls continued to wander over my hip on its way to my asshole. She prepped me for the vibrator by gently poking at my asshole with her pinkie, but so far my sphincter wasn't about to give, a hot itching sensation being its only feeling. But it would get better.
"We really got down to our sixty-nine, the mutual satisfaction of our head giving and getting took my mind off the vibrator that was about to enter my asshole. Her mouth was working its way down my shaft, pumping up and down as she sucked and blew, and my mouth and fingers were working into that wonderful pink and purple slash of hers. I first stuck my tongue into her hot pussy-hole and worked on it, then I blew some air into it, my lips pursed over the entrance. Then I'd moved to her clit and took it between my lips, letting my tongue flip at it for a while, swallowing the acrid liquid from her cunt.
"Suddenly I could sense Maggie going to work behind me. While continuing to blow me, she prodded the vibrator up against my asshole with her hand. Using her finger for a guide, she slipped the end of the gizmo into my asshole. It seemed to go in fairly easily, perhaps due to the fact that she'd already prepared the area with her pinkie. Then, too, the Vaseline she'd smeared on the vibrator helped. At first, it burned and itched, my asshole sputtering in an involuntary effort to reject it, but as soon as the ring relaxed to accommodate it, everything was okay.
"Maggie was able to keep me in control up front, even though I lunged forward a bit in an attempt to avoid the thing. I did jump a bit, unaccustomed as I was to such forms of buggery. It made a hot feeling spread through my asshole, a glow that gradually went through my entire guts, especially whenever she moved it in a little, maybe an inch at a time or so, although I have no way of knowing how much distance she covered with each plunge, since I could hardly be expected to see from my position.
"No matter how I might lunge, however, I wasn't about to go anywhere. What with Maggie's snatch wrapped around my head, and the way her face was blocking my hip's forward motion, I was trapped. Not that I wanted to escape all that badly. After the initial burning had subsided, this strange new sensation was really pretty great. I flashed back to early childhood at the first feeling, back to when my mother had given me enemas. Not that I was hung up on such shit . . . not in the least. But it was sort of an instant nostalgia trip if you pick up what I mean.
"Not that my mind had time to do much thinking after that. Maggie's head job was doing too much to melt such foolishness away. Not to mention my interest in her pussy I was faced with. Whatever . . . I just began to blend in with the ass reaming that vibrator was giving me, getting beyond the first wave of pain-one which hadn't been nearly so bad as I had imagined-and enjoy it. Probably the biggest thing I had to do was overcome the potential deballsing effect that I had feared such a thing would do . . . and now I could see that any notion I may have held previously to that effect was absolute nonsense. This was fun!
"I kept lapping away at Maggie's clit, my fingers now stuffed inside her cunt. I rolled that little fella in between my teeth and squeezed it gently, and it was all Maggie could do to control herself. She moaned out a low guttural sound that echoed off my cock and sent the message clear up to my brain, jerking the vibrator another inch or so up my butt. So intense was my head giving that her thumb tripped the switch and the batteries did their thing.
"Oh fuck, was that wild. The humming alleviated any pain I'd felt, sending shock wave upon shock wave of terrific buzzes up my spine. And it just kept on humming. I was sure I'd suck the batteries dry as I felt the hum go through my anal tissues to massage my prostate. I'd heard a lot about prostate massage before and had written it off as being a bunch of faggot bullshit, but had I ever missed the boat! Not the man in the boat, mind you, I was giving her clit a real ride, egged on by the new sensation the vibrator was giving me. But from the feeling of the humming that vibrator was giving me while we lunched each other, I knew that all my previous ideas about assholes had been wrong.
"By now, Maggie had worked the buzzing dildo all the way up, at least the working end, for I could feel the base of it buzzing against my asshole ring. It felt real nice, especially there where the batteries were closer to ground zero. From there on in, Maggie barely moved the contraption, letting its own actions speak for themselves, once in a while moving it in and out slightly for special effects. Oh brother, when she did that it felt like somebody had a string running from my guts to the outside and that they could pull them right out, shit and all!
"There still was a kind of pain, but it was a really pleasant variety. Kind of a dull ache had replaced the burning feeling, and it spread all through my insides, promoted by the consistent humming of the vibrator. I was especially amazed at the effect of the pressure against my prostate, pushing right through me to harden my cock as it never had been before. All the while, Maggie was playing it out to the fullest advantage, sucking on my cock like a brass pump, while her hand beat off my shaft, or reached down to squeeze my nuts.
"Me, I was still moving her groove, alternating between her pussy and her clit, my arms clasped tight to the butterfat of her thighs. From the way she was moaning around, adding another-pitch to the sounds of the vibrator that shocked through me, I could tell that she was coming, so I just kept my tongue in action, lapping at her clitty, working inside her snatch, pausing for great blasts of air I'd expel into her hole or over her stiff clit.
"It wasn't too long before I knew I wouldn't be able to hold on long. My cock was about to burst, holding back those hot rocks, and the way that vibrator was playing on my asshole, I knew it wouldn't be long. So I just slobbered down on that snatch and prepared to hold on with my teeth if necessary, realizing with my foggy senses that I might blow all over her face and launch myself in orbit. At least that's how strong I felt my come might be, due to the added priming my fuel was getting from the rear.
"And then, before I could even prepare myself, out it came. My cousin's sucking mouth kept taking in great gushers of goo. I just grabbed her nookie to hold on to as my body slammed through its climax, dumping the hottest load I ever had. As I was shooting one volley after another, Maggie jerked the vibrator about halfway out of my butt, causing me to feel as if I'd been unplugged by a cosmic cork. For a second there, I thought I'd be shooting off from both ends from the way my guts clenched and unclenched in a vain attempt to compensate for the sudden change in pressure.
"Somehow I managed to keep from shitting all over everything, and I relaxed into a semi-stupor as my last drops were drained from me by Maggie's continual sucking. I drifted off into a haze of wet pubic brush, smelling the sweet rains of our mouth fuck as I crashed, the humming of the vibrator weaving a hypnotic spell over us.
"Somewhere during the next turn of the clock, we revived and Maggie made herself busy by cleaning me off with a washrag and removing the vibrator. I told her that it looked like we'd be having a few repeat performances with the asshole massager and she looked pleased as she lowered herself atop me and began kissing me and running her fingers through my hair.
"I didn't know if I was up to anything after that session, but the warmth of her body was soon bringing me around again. It wouldn't be quite as dramatic, I thought, as she pressed to me, unaided by any artificial devices, but it just goes to show you how fucking wrong you can be sometimes. Shit, Maggie herself, without any artificial sweeteners, soon proved how adept she was at topping off any bill.
"And that's why I don't usually close the show. Anyway, we were soon getting all squirmy and fidgety from the friction of our bodies as we wallowed around on the bed. My lips moved all over: from her mouth to her delicate pink-tipped breasts, my hands roaming as far as they could reach to squeeze her plumpness.
"Before you knew it, my pecker was standing up nice and red, the blue veins popping out from the taut surface and ready to get back in the saddle again. The head was stretched to a polished surface, purple in its eagerness to sink into her cunt. Maggie was able to sense it was time, and when we rolled over from one of our gropes, she planted herself on my chest with a smile, looked down at me and told me she was going to fuck the shit out of me.
"I just spread out on my back and let her go to it. She jumped atop my thighs, her beautiful boobs swaying, and lowered herself down the old flagstaff. Wow, did that feel good! Pretty soon I was ball deep in pussy-she'd pushed herself down the pole clear to the shank in one motion, her weight aiding the entry. Then she just leaned back on her arms and began working around in little circular motions, her belly button doing a tantalizing dance. She was doing all the work.
"I decided to take a more active interest in my affairs, so I reached out with both hands and placed them around her hips as this was about all I could do under these circumstances. She just leaned back and smiled that silly fuck-faced grin she gets, and ground down on my cock, leaning forward often enough to get a few up and down jumps on the old pole. Then back to a gentler hip grinding that was burning the oil out of me at an incredible rate.
"But the way she was going, doing all that work, she was burning up her fuel pretty fast, too. So we decided on the more conventional role. We eased our way into it, so as not to disengage our gears, my arms helping her tilt over to her side and I made her lay beside me while my cock gripped her pussy. Once her body was down on the bed, I rolled over on top of her while she wrapped her legs up around my hips, and we resumed the pace of our fucking, my efforts now being more active.
"I began slowly, as if just awakening, and slowly but surely I drove the old joystick home until it was smacking wetly into her pussy. Her arms reached up to claw at me and my own began to explore her features as I settled down on top of her. Her lips began biting gently at my neck, sending icy pimples down my back as I gripped her buttocks to elevate them a bit higher and really stood that bitch on end, pounding home so hard that my balls slapped at her butt with each thrust. Her own hands pinched and grabbed at me, her hips grinding in a pivotal lunge to meet my every thrust, to blend with my each withdrawal. " 'Fuck me, Buddy! ! ' she yelled. 'Fuck me!' " 'I am!! I am!! ' I shouted back. " 'Oh, you fuck so good!'
"Maggie's way of yelling out things during our balling always turned me on, and this was no exception. I sprinted on harder, really cramming the meat to her, but she met my every motion with happy acceptance. I reached down to blow in her ear, and she began thrashing her head from side to side-that always drove her right out of her fucking mind. Her eyes opened and closed, never quite focussing as they stared out from a glazed sheen. Her face and neck bore evidence that she was near making it, red splotches appearing all over the milky white surface. But she kept coming on.
"I slowed the pace a little-damn, I'd been hosing her so heavily that I'd nearly gone and dumped my load. It had come on so fast and hot that it surprised even me. Not wanting to come too soon, I slowed the action down a bit. And then she reached down and grabbed at my balls like she does at times like that, pinching off a place near the base of my shaft that keeps you from coming. I really dig it-it makes your load build up really big, like a dam about to burst from an overflow, but you can't come until the broad lets go. Just another one of those little tricks Maggie knows that adds so much to balling.
"So I settle into a slower groove, her slippery hot pussy contorting all around my cockflesh as she begins to get her come. Sometimes I think she hooks her thumb around her clit when she ties me off like that, just to bring her around faster-I don't know for sure. Whatever her methods, the results are always terrific. She started stiffening up and her cunt was letting out these little farts, but I knew that she'd finally caught up with me . . . and passed me.
" 'Oh, Buddeeeee . . . I'm coming . . . I'm COMING!'
"And she floated off, flailing at me with everything she's got, letting go of my dong and balls and . . . whammo . . . that old dam let go like a bitch! Man, when I come after she's held me back like that, it seems like quarts of come. It just goes sputtering out of control. All I can do is lay there, barely able to keep up my stroke, and let it shoot up inside her snatch. Which is just what I did.
"Well, what can I say? This deal with Maggie has turned out to be a good thing, and I'm definitely planning on keeping good things going for me. Like we both figure it this way: if we are going to be called the black sheep of our family anyway, we might as well team up and make it together. It sure is a hell of a lot more fun that way."
Buddy did not come to his interviews to seek professional help. He came with the express intent to shock, boasting about his breaking of taboos. He will undoubtedly break off his relationship with his cousin, Maggie, especially since he is beginning to discover that-although his puritanical family may be greatly upset by his incestuous relationship-hardly anyone he talks to about
"making it with his own cousin" cares about it one way or the other.
Also, nobody seems to be greatly upset by his tales about his excessive masturbation (omitted from this interview in print), not even when he is using the most outlandish vernacular to describe his activities.
Once the novelty, and the shock value, of the mechanical devices is going to wear off, Buddy will undoubtedly move on to other sexual adventures that are considered to be outside the scope of normal sex.
And herein lies Buddy's difficulty. Our society, especially in the metropolitan areas, is rapidly becoming more and more permissive. Also, in a large city, relationships between people tend to become far more impersonal than those between people from small communities. Since Buddy's sexual gratification can only come from doing the forbidden, the chance is not remote that he will be arrested some day for a sex offense.