Chapter 6
Geez, I got one crazy bunch of relatives in Chicago.
Boy, the things I could tell you!
Some of them I guess I WILL tell you, and some of them, well, I guess a guy has to have some secrets.
I mentioned before that maybe I'd tell you about some things that happened between Chloe and me.
I'm not going to.
I think I gotta sorta work them through in my mind before I go spouting my mouth off to the whole entire universe.
I will say just a couple things, and that will be that, okay? After I have my say, I don't want any more questions from the peanut gallery.
I like Chloe.
She is a person who had stayed young, and who takes all the joy she can from life.
We got to be very close.
And maybe we got too close. Closer than we should have for being relatives.
You can take that statement however you want to you aren't gonna get any more out of me.
Now, I like her, maybe even love her, as someone who I think I understand pretty good.
I like her as a friend.
But you can like your friends and still see that they have drawbacks.
When you know someone, really get to know them, that means that you know the good as well as the bad.
I just because I like some things about Chloe doesn't mean I like everything.
She is great to know as a person who loves life.
But if I had had her as a mother, I think I woulda blown my brains out all over the white walls of the penthouse.
She should never have had kids.
She wants to be a kid herself for just as long as she can, and her daughters by growing up and becoming young women themselves remind her that she isn't young any more.
This makes her into a real bitch as a mother.
And she has probably really screwed those girls up.
Now, I don't feel too bad for Andrea.
I have this feeling that Andrea would have turned out to be the snotty broad that she is no matter whose kid she had been.
I've seen too many of her type to think that she's just a product of a goofed-up home life.
Those girls are created by God just so those big football players will have somebody to ball in the back seat after a game. Andrea, I swear she has a pom-pom where her brain should be.
Her role in life is to yell "Rah! Rah!" while some Frankenstein thyroid case charges down the football field with a little bloated piece of pig skin.
What I'm trying to indicate to you here is that Andrea has not garnered my esteem. Although I still like her tits.
Just forget that I said before that she was one of the ten girls in the world I would most like to lay.
Well, I'll take that back.
I mean, it's kinda hard to explain ... but even though she's a TOTAL KNOCKOUT, I think if I was in bed with her I wouldn't be able to go through with it.
I'd be afraid she'd start yellin' "He's at the fifty! The thirty! The ten! And it's a TOUCHDOWN!" And then when it was all over she'd try and tear down my goal post.
There's just nothing I can talk to a girl like . that about.
And I ain't been around that long, but I've already figured out that having sex with someone you can't talk to ... well, you might as well bake yourself a nice, soft, warm loaf of bread and hump that.
I imagine it would give you something like the same sensation, and it wouldn't give you half the grief.
Now, I don't want to say that I'm down on cheerleaders as a group.
I think cheerleaders are, in their way, integral to our society. It's just like we all need someone to say "Rah! Rah!" to us at some point, whether we're basketball players, or if we're politicians, or if we're just a normal every day person and we get to feeling down.
I mean, that's why folks get married, isn't
If you're feeling low, and you've had a hard day, you come home and there's someone there who believes in you.
And they look at you and they smile, and they say, "Rah! Rah!" to you in their own special way, and suddenly things don't look as bad, you know?
I mean, maybe be you been knocked around and off-sided up the but, but you still got that free penalty shot comin' up, right?
I've seen that happen with my dad and with my mom all the time.
He'll feel down, or she'll feel down, but then they cheer each right up in no time.
The point here is that we can't JUST be cheerleaders, giving all we got to what somebody else does.
We gotta learn how to play our own game, too.
So, if you happen to be a cheerleader, don't think I'm down on you as a person just because you yell those funny chants and jump around like you couldn't get to a toilet during half time.
I'm only down on you if you given your body and soul to being a groupie and you don't have anything left in YOURSELF that's worth cheering over.
So, that's all I have to say about that subject and about Andrea.
She could still come out alright. Maybe she's just going through a phase. I certainly hope so.
Otherwise, when I finally meet the RIGHT GIRL and cousin Andy shows up at the wedding, she'll probably stand on the aisle and start waving her pom-poms.
And as I walk down the aisle, I'll hear her say, "He's at the fifty, he's at the thirty ... "
okay, this time I mean it. I'll lay off Andrea.
Maybe it's that I think it's such a waste of resources that makes me talk so nasty about her and her chosen vocation.
If she were someone I could relate to, she'd be someone I could screw, to put it grossly.
Now I'm going to talk about Linda.
But before I do, I have to say a word about screwing one's cousins.
I would not recommend it.
It does a trip on your mind that you would not believe.
But I think what happened with me was that I hadn't been to Chicago and seen these cousins in years ... and they were just people to me, not relatives.
So ... some things happened.
And now when I think back on them, it's a very difficult thing to sort out. And I think it will remain difficult to sort out.
Life hands you a lot of curve balls.
The problem is that a lot of them look pretty good comin' down the pike, and you can't stop yourself from swinging at them.
I am going to tell you something that happened with Linda.
I'm not sure why I'm telling you this, but maybe it's just to come clean on one very important point.
It's so hard to judge people right.
I judged Linda one way, and boy did I miss the boat (the plane, the train and the bus).
I want to tell you something that happened between Linda and me.
It was something wonderful.
And something very scary:
I'll tell you all about it, but I'll also tell you that me and Linda talked about it, and we decided some things about it, and I think the reason I can tell you about it is that it is clear in my mind now.
We discussed what was wrong, what was right ... all that stuff that you can discuss forever and always come up with a different answer.
But we did what we could to set ourselves right.
I'm not going to tell you what was decided, or the long talks we had.
That stuff has been going through my mind though, and I don't want to go through it r again. That stuffs been pretty well settled, and it's stuff that I want to keep just to myself.
What I am going to tell you is about a night that Linda and I shared together.
I'm telling it as much for my own sake as for anything else. I want to get a description of it down on paper, so I can keep it, and have it, and look at it when ... when I'm feeling sentimental.
It was like the eighth night I had been staying there, and it was getting more than a little strange.
Chloe and I ... well, we'd been growing very close, and this resulted in me getting these snickery-sneery looks from Andrea.
I mean, she wasn't in the least subtle about it. She had this big sneer that was just SMEARED all over her face.
I didn't look very good on her, but it really suited her overall personality to a T.
And as bad as that was, there were even worse vibes coming to me from Linda.
like before, she had just ignored the hell out of me.
But now, every once in a while, she'd shoot me one of these glances.
They weren't mean glances, or snotty glances. I guess they were what you could call reproachful glances.
It was really weird, 'cause I wasn't expecting anything like that.
I was just expecting these cold, icy looks where she'd try to freeze every corpuscle and hormone in my body.
But then I got these almost little girl glances, big wide-eyed sort of glances that were sorta misty like you could see tears just almost ready to brim over her eyelids.
That wasn't something I expected at all.
It made me start thinking more and more about her.
And as she kept looking at me like she thought I was some kind of criminal, you would think I would start resenting her even more.
But what happened was that I started liking her, even though we never said a word to each other.
I guess suddenly I was seeing a girl who was vulnerable, and once you looked under that kinda ceramic glaze that tends to surround all girls who are as pretty as china dolls (I guess they're afraid of getting used, and they have good reason to be afraid) she was really a nice girl.
But I wouldn't have known that for sure if something really bizarre hadn't happened.
like I said, it was the eighth night of my staying there and all these thoughts about Ms.
Linda were floating through my head.
I fall asleep, and I think I was dreaming about Linda, which made what happened even weirder.
I wake up real sudden, not sure why I find myself sitting bolt upright in bed.
Then I hear this noise at the door.
Someone was turning the knob.
like it was three in the morning and I'm not sure that the person that is coming through that door is going to be any particular friend of mine.
I got scared.
I tried to think of a weapon around the room I could use to bash a skull if I had to.
But there wasn't anything.
I was wishing I was in my own room, where I have this Louisville Slugger sitting in the corner.
But here I didn't have NOTHING to defend my shaky little self with.
So I did what any normal, courageous young lad would do.
I pulled that covers all the way up around me and just left my eyes sticking out.
It was a perfect turtle imitation.
You ever wonder why people do that?
It's gotta be the dumbest thing possible.
If you're afraid someone's coming to get you, what you do is wrap yourself up like a mummy in your covers so that you couldn't possibly go anywheres to get away.
Now don't tell me that YOU wouldn't do the same thing.
If you really think you'd do something different, tell you what you do.
Send me your address and some night, I'll sneak in to your room.
And we'll just see what you do.
If I don't find you shivering under the covers like a palsied turtle, I'll give you a personal citation for bravery.
In the mean time, just accept my statement that I'm as brave as the next guy (believe me, the next guy's a chicken too), and I'm not ashamed of what I did.
And then the door opened, and I thought I was going to wet my pants.
There was a person there, and it was light enough from the light coming from the hall to see that it was somebody in a flowing robe, the kind that you think that the angel of death would be wearing.
Of course, it's also the kind that you'd think that a high school girl would be wearing, but I didn't think of that.
For some reason death was really on my mind.
And I see this ghost-like thing walking in real slow, like in a slow motion movie shot, that robe just flowing behind it.
And it walks straight up to my bed, doesn't look around or anything, just walks straight up to it like it's being guided by some devilish radar system or something.
And it gets right up to the bed, stand right there over me.
And it keeps just standing there, doesn't do anything.
And I don't do anything.
Except I guess you could say I WAS doing SOMETHING.
I was trying like hell not to cry out "MOMMYYYYYYYYYY!! "
And then the thing spoke.
"You did it," it said.
Whatever it was, I was hoping I hadn't.. I could only think of one thing to say and I said it.
"Are you sure?" I said. My voice came out in a croak.
There was a silence. I don't think it heard me.
"Why?" it said, "Why did you do it?"
Some times when I get in these bizarre situations, some thing takes over in me. I think it's a thing that is related to my sense of humor, but it has definite suicidal tendencies.
I think whatever that thing inside of me is, it's trying to get me killed.
So that thing took over, and I found myself saying, "Why did I do it? Well, it seemed like a good idea at the time."
It wasn't the right thing to say, apparently, because the thing began to hit me.
When those fists came down on me, I was sure there were daggers in them.
It was hitting me and hitting me, and here I had so cleverly trapped myself in my covers so that I couldn't do much about it.
And I was waiting to feel the pain of the daggers.
I knew that when you're being stabbed, you don't always even feel the cut all you feel is this warm sticky stuff start gushing out of you.
So I guess that's what I was waiting for.
It must have been that I was still half asleep, or I would have realized that whoever was hitting me didn't have daggers in their hands and they weren't anything like a ghost and on top of that, they weren't even hitting me hard.
It took me a while, but I suddenly realized what we had here was a young girl trying to beat me up.
I grabbed her wrists.
"Hey! Hey! What is this!" I said, still sounding scared, but getting some of my vast supply of courage back when I realized I could restain her so easily.
She wasn't saying, anything now, just sobbing and crying.
I felt like I must really be a bastard to cause a girl such pain, but I didn't know what I'd done. . .
And it was the dead of night, and the whole thing made less than no sense, and I couldn't even figure out who the girl was that I was holding.
So I held her wrists and tried to drag her with me across the room to the light switch, but the window was closer, so I pulled her there and opened the curtains.
It was Linda.
She was looking at me, and she wasn't looking at me.
Her eyes were wide, and she was staring in my face but she wasn't looking in my eyes, she was staring at my nose. Or through my nose. I couldn't tell exactly what she was looking at. It was unearthly, I guess you could say.
It was like she was seeing me, but not. with her eyes.
She was seeing me with something beyond her eyes.
"Linda, Linda, what's wrong?"
She didn't answer. She had quieted down and now she was just quietly crying.
"Linda!"
I tried shaking her.
She said, "Not in the rain, not in the bushes."
Now that was REALLY from nowhere. I though maybe what I was dealing with here was a crazy.
Then I took in the way her eyes were, and the fact that when she was hitting me, it wasn't really like she knew whre she was hitting, she just kinda flailed away at me.
I figured out that she was sleep walking.
I'd never come face to face with a sleepwalker before.
My friend Bob has a brother who sleepwalks.
In fact, his brother does more than walk.
One night, he walked out of the house and got on his skateboard and went all the way down the hill in front of their house and around another corner and down another hill, and they found him in his underwear (good thing he doesn't sleep in the nude) wondering around the parking lot of the all night supermarket.
He was asking which way it was to the Russian Front.
He was a big fan of war movies.
But I got it together enough to Figure that what I had on my hands was the world's most gorgeous sleepwalker.
So I shook her until finally (and it took a while) her eyes came back from looking at the stuff inside her head and started looking at me.
When she saw me standing in front of her, and felt my arms holding her, she pulled back her hand and slapped me.
I mean, she really WALLOPED me.
"What are you doing?" she asked me.
That was a laugh.
Then she realized that she was in my room and that she didn't know how she got there, and she probably was a little used to walking up places that she'd wondered to in her sleep, 'cause she shook her head and put her head in her hands, and she said, "Oh ... "
Then she looked at me, and I could see her fighting for control of her face muscles, like she was a little afraid that she would break up if she didn't try to wear her of snotty look.
It really made her look beautiful.
When a person tries to be strong, and you can see how hard their trying, and yet you can see that under all that they're just wanting to cry like a baby and ask for help.
And there was the moonlight coming in through the window, and she wasn't just pretty to me, she GLOWED.
And it was a setting that was real conducive to being honest.
We were half asleep, and ready to pour our guts out, and she was in that lacy, chiffony night dress and I was in nothing but a pair of athletic trunks and the light was real romantic, what there was of it.
And so she told me a lot of stuff, stuff about how she felt about her mother, and how she felt about some stuff that had gone on between her mother and me, and she cried on my shoulder and I stroked her head, and soon we were telling each other all about ourselves, our whole goddam LIFE STORIES and all that good stuff, and we were laughing, and having one hell of a time.
And then of course, we were sitting on the bed, and I started touching her face, and suddenly her face looked at mine, like with this look that said that she liked me and she wanted me ... wanted me to kiss her.
So I did.
I don't remember ever having a kiss like that.
Her lips were warm, and they were even a little wet from a tear that had come down her face when she was either laughing or crying.
And so the kiss tasted like salt, and it was sweet and hot and her lips melted against mine and our mouths were just like fused together with the need and affection we felt for each other.
There was a pause.
She took her hand and began running it through my hair, looking at my face like she had never seen anybody so handsome or so wonderful in her life.
That look made me feel proud and happy, and I kissed her and just couldn't stop kissing her.
I wanted to make love to her, but I really really liked her, and I didn't want her to think that I disrespected her.
With a girl as pretty as her, you gotta figure that every guy that got in reaching distance of her tried to jump on top of her, so I didn't want her to think I was just another hot high school jock trying to get in her pants.
But she put her hands on my sides and ran them up and down, and her hands were so warm and inviting against my flesh, and then she threw herself against me and wrapped her arms around me so her hands were gliding up and down my back, and she was holding on to me so tight and so lovingly that I felt like I was a lifeguard and I was saving her life and she was grateful grateful grateful ...
And she kept kissing me, and her tongue was whirling around in my mouth and she was kissing me so GOOD.
It wasn't like she was one of those girls who really knew HOW to kiss you, but she WANTED to kiss me so bad that everything she did was just exactly right.
And then she pulled away from me and she said, "Cal ... can we be naked together? Will you take me to bed?" What a question.
I hope you live long enough to hear such a question. It's a beautiful sound.
I reached for the straps of her night-thing, and and I pulled them down over her shoulder, and I ran my hands over those smooth, smooth, round warm shoulders, and then I bent forward and kissed her neck and her shoulders, and the flesh was so soft and yielding that I couldn't feel enough of it on my lips, and my tongue and in my mouth.
She sighed, and she ran the tips over her fingers over the nape of my neck, and geez!, that sent shivers down my spine.
And then she said, "Cal, let me stand up and take this thing off."
Oh boy oh boy oh boy.
And she slipped the nightgown over her body and it dropped at her feet.
And she stood naked in front of me as I sat on the bed.
And her beautiful, jutting teenage tits were right in front of my eyes.
She wrapped her hands around my neck and brought my face into them.
She wanted me to kiss them.
A put my hands on her round, wonderful hips and I leaned forward and licked right between those pointy, proud tits.
"Oh, Cal, I love the way your mouth feels on me," she said.
I pulled my head away and looked at those perfect breasts, those creamy white breasts with the cherry red tips that were already beginning to get a little hard.
Those tits were a perfect handful and I put my hands over them, and she moved into me so that the pressure on them would be greater.
I heard her take her breath in sharply.
I remembered from watch her play with herself how sensitive her breasts were.
Some girls go nuts when youu play with their tits, and Linda was one of those.
As I palmed those perfect tits, she began to squirm against my hands, and I could feel her tit-tips getting red-hot, and felt them straining against my fingers like they could get enough of the feeling that they were stirring up it her beautiful breasts.
"Oh Cal, kiss me there," she said.
She wasn't a girl that could talk dirty very easily, she was ... I don't know, she had this real dignity. It made anything she said about sex seem three times as sexy than if any other girl had said it.
So I bent to one of her breasts and licked at it, licked at it with a long broad stroke, just like it was a vanilla ice cream cone.
And then I took one of her cherry nipples in my mouth.
I sucked it and she gasped..
I swirled my tongue around it and around it it felt so hard and straining and hot and turned on in my mouth.
"Oh-Cal," she said, and it sounded like she was so swept away that her voice was quivering, just like I felt her body begin to do.
I moved my hands from her hips to her back so that I could press her turned-on tits more firmly against my mouth.
I licked them and I sucked them and I fondled whichever one wasn't in my mouth at the time, feeling the weight and warmth of it in my hand, and the neat contract between the soft firm flesh of them and the hardness of the nipple.
She was really getting out of breath by now from all the sighing and gasping that she was doing.
I looked up and her and she had her eyes closed, just lost in the feeling of having her tits petted and licked and sucked.
When she felt my mouth move away from her tits, she opened her eyes and looked down at me.
"Cal, make love to me," she said. She was getting so excited that she wanted me inside her already.
I was so taken by her ice cream cone breasts and the way they thrust out at me that I hadn't even really thought about her bush.
I ran my hands over her breasts, one more time, real slow, like I was bidding them a fond farewell, and that made her clothes her eyes once again as her hot little cherries dug hotly into my palms.
And then I kept moving my hands down and over her chest and her flat little belly (she was really slim waisted I could almost close my hands around her waist and that didn't leave her with much of a belly, but what there was was just great).
She opened her eyes to watch me. She wanted to see me as I touched her slit.
I ran my hands over her thighs first, and then traced a hand up the inside of her legs to get her to spread her legs a little.
I ran just one finger over her cunt lips, and they opened right away, like my finger had made them feel so good that they wanted to kiss it to thank it for the thrill it was sending through them.
And she was real wet inside, and I could feel her little clit stand up at attention like it didn't want to miss anything that was going to come up its alley.
I fingered her clit, and she put her hands on my shoulders, like she wouldn't be able to stand up for long if I kept doing what I was doing.
I was really making her pink little pussy run; her juice was spilling over her lips and a drop was trickling down her leg, and she kept up with these little animal-like moans pf pleasure like she had never felt anything so good.
And I was glad to be able to please her so much.
I had an advantage, I guess.
I had seen how she turned herself on, I was using that knowledge the best I could.
I was so glad that I had seen how she made herself come. I wanted to give her everything I could, and I was glad I didn't have to fumble like some dumb ox, but instead I could do exactly as I had seen her do herself.
"Oh, Cal," she sighed, "You know just what I like!"
And she said it like I must be some kind of hero, or the prince of her dreams like all the other jerks that she went out with must have treated her pretty pink pussy like it was a piece of lox.
And now she was humping her hips into me as I played with her beautiful beaver, and that gorgeous little bush was pushing toward me, looking so good and so hungry that it was making ME hungry.
I wanted to suck her.
I had never sucked a girl before, and I was never really sure that I wanted to.
But looking at that pretty, juicy pussy humping into my hand like it really needed so much to be loved, I felt like I wanted to suck it even worse than I had wanted to suck Linda's tits that first time I saw her.
So I moved my hands down to her ass.
Her round, full ass globes felt like a perfect fit in my hands.
I have rather large hands, which makes me a good basketball player, 'cause it gives me control of the ball.
And I love basketball with a passion, I guess you could say, but no basket ball ever felt half so good in my hands as that round, smooth, warm, perfect ass.
And I never had such perfect control of a basketball.
A basketball doesn't feel much one way or the other about being in your hands.
Linda's ass loved being in my hands, and she wiggled it a little to show me how much she liked it.
And then I put my face to her bush.
She gasped again, and that really excited me, 'cause it was a gasp that said, Oh God, he's really going to suck me, it's a dream come true.
She told me later that she'd never been sucked, and that my mouth was the first that she had ever felt on her cunt.
So I ran my tongue along her her deep little hot pink slit, and she kept wiggling that ass and humping into me, and it was a great feeling, to feel her hot and wet flesh against my tongue and to feel her pushing her eager little bush against me because I was giving her an intense thrill that she had never had before.
"Calllillll!" she groaned, "Thank you, thank you . ... oh, that's so good!"
And she pressed her juicy pussy up against me and ground her pelvis around like that was the best feeling her cunt had ever known.
And my tongue found her clit and a flicked across it the way I had seen her play with it using her finger tip.
Except that my tongue was wet and warm and my mouth was sucking and kissing her cunt at the same time, and so the feeling was much, much, more exciting to her.
She really was going a little out of her head, and I was so proud that I could drive her that crazy.
She slipped down through my hands all of a sudden, and then she was on her knees before me.
She pulled off the short I still had on and slid them over my feet.
And then she nuzzled her body in between my legs and put her hands on my thighs and looked up at me.
"I ... I've never done this before, so you tell me if I'm doing it right," she said, real soft so that I don't think I might have gotten all she said if I hadn't been watching her lips at the same time.
Then she bent her head down and began kissing my cock.
She needn't have worried about doing it right.
Everything Linda did felt as right as rain. Maybe that was because I liked her so much and she liked me.
People, let me tell you: when possible, try and have sex with people that you treasure and who treasure you. When you do that, sex isn't just good, it's cosmic.
She held my cock in her fist for a moment and just jacked me off for a while, watching me grow long and hard under her touch.
She looked at it intently, like my prick was the most marvelous invention ever created.
And when her fist-fucking had me so excited and aching that jism began to bubble up from my prick slit, she stuck out her tongue and tasted the stuff.
She must have like it, 'cause she went down for more.
She swished her tongue around the head, the jism hung like silver threads from her lips and tongue when she brought her head up and looked at me.
"You taste so good to me Cal," she said, "I want you in my mouth."
It was like she was waiting for my permission to blow me.
She must have seen how much the idea excited me, or maybe she realized that that was why my prick sort of gave a jump in her hand.
In any case, she bent down and took the whole head of my throbbing cock into her mouth and closes her beautiful, succulent lips around it and began to give my rod a really good, hot sucking.
She just sucked at the head for a while, like she was a baby sucking hot milk from a bottle.
And then when she got used to the hot, hard, throbbing feel of my cock in her mouth, I guess she wanted more of it, because she slid down it slowly, like she wanted to savor every new inch of it in her mouth, like cock meat had i finer flavor than anything that had ever been in her mouth before.
I was making little, or probably not so little moans with the incredible heat and pleasure her lovely, sucking mouth was giving me.
I only became aware that I was doing it because she slid all the way up my shaft and took it out of her mouth for a moment to smile at me.
"Am I doing it right?" she said.
She was smiling because she knew she was, and she was really proud that she was proving herself to be such an ace fellatio artist.
But I could tell that she wanted some encouragement from me, and more than that, she probably wanted to just hear my voice, to know that we were still in communication, know what I mean?
Sometimes you just start going through the moves with someone, and you don't say anything except to grunt and groan, and you get lost in it somehow, lost in your own feelings maybe, and even while you're right there, so close to the person, you really aren't there at all.
So Linda wanted to know I was still right there with. her.
And I was, so I told her so.
"Linda," I said, "Everything you do is right. Because ... because I love you."
I had no idea that was what was going to come out of my mouth, but when it-did, it felt right and I was glad that I had said it.
And I knew from the look on her face that for once I had said the right thing.
She lifted her head up and I knew she wanted a kiss, so I bent down and kissed her on the lips and they were warm and wet and a little slick with the come stuff that she had sucked from my rod.
And we kept kissing that same kiss for a long long time, until we couldn't tell whose tongue was whose and whose lips were whose.
And while we were doing that she started to stroke my straining cock with both her hands, one hand kind of caressing my balls and the base of my prick, and the other hand wrapped around the head, and upper part of the shaft, moving up and down, fucking me real gently and . real lovingly and GOD was it FANTASTIC.
And the jizz was really flowing out of my prick slit now, and it was making my cock flesh just super slippery so that her hands were sliding over and over it and up and down it like she was giving my aching hot flesh a soothing massage with my own come lotion.
Except that the more she soothed me the hotter I.got.
I had to to take my mouth from hers to let out a groan, 'cause I was so come-ready that I felt like I would die.
And as soon as her lips pulled away from mine, they plunged down to my dripping hot cock.
And she ran them vise Tike up and down the pulsing length of it, up and down, pressing her lips firmly against the outer edges of it while she licked down the center of it with her tongue.
Oh God, that was incredible!
I gripped the muscles in my groin together to keep the come from spurting from my jizz-filled balls and shaft. The move made my prick jump in her hand and in her mouth and she could tell that I was having trouble holding back my come.
So she took her mouth from it and let her hands lie still for a moment to let me recover.
"I love it Cal, I love the taste of you and the feel of you in my mouth. I love the way it makes you moan," she said.
I was just going to bend down to kiss her when she smiled real coy and she ducked back down to my cock.
Now she grasped the base of it firmly in both hands so that it stood straight up and quivering.
Then slowly oh God, real slowly she lowered her lips over the head, puckering up her lips as tight as she could so that they would really press the soft heat of her mouth all around my prick.
And down she went, the pre-come spilling down my shaft and the wetness of her warm mouth making her slide down easily.
It felt like a long long way down.
I don't have the world's biggest cock, but the slow way she was sucking me up and down, bobbing her head in slow motion, made me feel like my cock must have reached over halfway to the stars.
And then she started speeding up.
It was real gradual the way she started blowing me faster and faster, but it seemed like all of a sudden, she sucking at me really really rapidly, her lips plunging down on me hard and sliding up me real real tight, and the whole throbbing, burning length of my cock was enveloped by that beautiful loving sucking mouth, and I could tell she wanted to make me come.
"No, please, please Linda," I said, "Can't I be inside of you?"
She slid up my aching, pounding flesh rod and she licked the tip of it before she answered.
"We are on tenuous moral ground," she said after a moment where her eyebrows almost met, her forehead was so furrowed in thought.
She was a real brilliant girl, and I can't bring myself to hold it against her that she sometimes talked like she was in a classroom even when she was sitting between my legs with my dripping hot cock in her hand.
In fact, you can call me weird, but it made me like her even better.
"Cal, after all, we are cousins, and this would be perceived by many people as being ... well, perverse ... "
That was sort of a hard thing to argue.
I tried, I opened my mouth I few times to try and say, "Yeah, but ... " but I couldn't think of anything to follow it with.
So there was this silence.
But then she looked up at me again, and she said, "But ... this feels so right ... Maybe ... maybe it's above morals ... That is to say, we would be following a higher morality ... "
I knew what she was trying to say, and I nodded pulled her down so that we were lying beside each other on the bed.
"Let's make love," she said, "Only, Cal, it had better be only this once."
I nodded and then we kissed, and as we lay on our sides, I reached down between her soft, fleshy thighs and found her cunt.
I ran my fingers through the wet and throbbing lips of her pussy and she squirmed under my hand.
She was so ready to be fucked that she had to dig her nails into my arms just to keep from losing her mind with the sensation that my fingers in her hot pink runny slit were sending all through her body.
She. lifted one leg and threw it over my hips so that her pussy was more open to my fingers, and I knew that she wanted me to feel up her tight hole with my fingers.
So I slipped my finger into her ready hole and it slid in like she had been waiting for it for ages.
She was so excited that one finger just was sort of moving around loose in her, and so I put three fingers up her and that was just right.
"Ahh!" she cried out and she drove her hips dwon on my fingers and she rubbed her bush up against my leg so that she could stimulate her hot hard clit at the same time.
And also she did to turn me on.
She knew what the wet hot feel of her fuck-ready pussy humping against my leg would do to me.
And as she humped her beautiful moist beaver so hotly against me, she reached down and pulled on my prick, half jacking me off, and half showing me that she wanted to pull my prick right into her hungry pussy.
I was having a lot of fun playing with her, 'cause it was making her go so crazy, and I wanted to do it some more before I went into her because I knew when I did that I wouldn't last long.
Let's face it, I don't get laid all that often that the feel of pussy is like second nature to my cock.
I tend to be a quick come. This is only a phase in my life though, I assure you.
But she was so hot and runny that she wasn't having any more of this foreplay crap.
And that soft burning pussy meat sliding up and down my thigh was getting to me, too.
So I guess I was as ready as she was when she just rolled over on her back and said, "Come inside me, Cal."
And I rolled on top of her, and she didn't let go off my prick, like she was afraid if she did I would maybe wonder off somewhere.
Fat chance.
And she guided me right up to her hole and slipped the head right in, which I was grateful for 'cause frankly sometimes I have trouble finding the thing on my own. .
And then she took her hand away and waited for me to slip it up inside her.
So I grabbed her round soft shoulders and a plunged into her, all the way.
And she dug her nails into my shoulder and right away began to slide her tight pussy up and down on my pole, arching against me so the I felt her bush grinding against mine and her hard cherry tit points just burning into me like she was trying to put her brand onvmy chest.
And she moved and squirmed and humped under me, so excited to have my hard meat up inside her clenching little cunt, that I barely humped into her at all, because if I moved too much on top of what she was doing I knew I was going to shoot it.
And it felt so good, being inside her and loving her wet warm sucking love hole with my come-filled, trembling cock, that I NEVER wanted to come.
I just wanted to stay in that perfect pussy, the sweet sucking hot wet love box for the rest of my life.
"Oh, Cal," she said, "You feel so good, so good and so deep inside me."
She sobbed as she said it, the intensity of the feeling making her cry with the joy of it.
I know exactly how she felt.
And whether I would come or not, I just had to fuck into that perfect, pulsing, tight young pussy, and I had to let her know how it felt to have me driving hard up into her with all my heat and all my love.
So I drew the length of my aching hard rod out of her slit, feeling it suck tight around it like it never wanted to let me go, and then I paused a second and then I drove back into her.
And she threw her arms around me and let out a high little scream of incredible delight, and she began kissing and sucking and biting on my neck and shoulder as a pulled out and fucked into her again with everything I had.
And she humped that sucking little slit of her down over my pole and her as was bouncing up and down like crazy, making the bed squeal just like she was as she dugs her fingers into my ass and tried to push every last inch of me up her tight, twisting, sucking, perfect little cunt-mouth.
"Oh Cal," she said, "Fuck me."
She said it just once, and she put it right in my ear like the walls were maybe bugged and she didn't want anyone except me to ever know she said it.
Somehow I just knew that it was the first time in her life that she had ever said it. And she had said it because she was so thrilled by the way I was making love to her, and she said it to excite me, to make me come.
And I fucked into her hard and fast, and her hands pumping my ass into her told me that was exactly how she wanted it now, and I fucked in and out of that loving, pulsing, perfect hot pink pussy of her until that tightness of her twat tunnel was just too much for my come-filled cock to take any more.
And I knew that I was going to come and I wanted like hell for her to come too, so I reached between us and I strummed my fingers real fast across her clit, the way I knew she would like.
"Linda, Linda, I'm going to come. I can't stop it. Come too. Please. Come when I do ... NOW!"
And I lunged up into her as I felt the hot some stuff blast out of my rod, blasting and boiling out from the slit in my prick, shooting so hot and so hard into her that I had to scream, and she loved it and wanted me to come and come so she reached down and grabbed my balls and squeezed them so that mor and more jizz would pump up into her burning pussy and soothe "the flames the were making her toss and twist under me.
"Come, lover," she said.
And I pulled my prick from the clutches of her cunt even while I was coming and I lunged into her one more time, hard and farther than I ever had before, and she screamed and her nails dug so far into my ass that I screamed to and then she was coming and coming with these incredibly strong gulping spasms of her cunt mouth around the whole fucking length of my spurting cock and it was so hot and so tight and wet and she just kept twisting and tossing under me and grinding her beautiful little bush against mine as she threw her head back and scream and arched to thrust the searing hot tips of her perfect tits into my flesh and that cunt of her was still clutching and climaxing and swallowing my shooting come and she was screaming those screams of delight and saying me name over and over until she just froze, just suddenly grabbed me as she ached up toward me and was very, very very still so that the only thing moving was the sucking and swallowing of her cunt, drawing every single drop of my come up, up into her rippling, runny hot pussy. Oh GOD!
It was like nothing else I've ever felt, and maybe never will again.
And then she went limp under me, and she threw her arms around me and hugged me tight and her body was so perfect for mine and so warm that we just melted together.
And we spent the whole night like that, so close together we were like one person.