Chapter 2
Now Mitzi understood what a terrible thing it was to be a cockteaser, having gone home with a teased cunt. She played with her pussy all night in bed, creaming quite a few times. But her own hands never felt as good as a guy's hands, no matter how clumsy and inexperienced he was.
She fell asleep horny and woke up horny, mugging herself to foam first thing in the morning.
She was still hot as hell as she sat in the school, her cunt simmering in her seat. It cum barraged the shy girl. She was afraid that her classmates could hear her pussy squish and detect the heated fragrance that was permeating the classroom as it wafted from her groin.
She could hardly wait for school to get out. Luckily, it was a Friday. Her mother, a voluptuous lady named Veronica, was never home when Mitzi got back from school on a Friday. It was the woman's day to play bridge or so she had told her daughter, who had no reason to disbelieve that innocent explanation and would have been shocked and thrilled had she known the truth about her curvaceous mother's Friday afternoon appointments.
With the house to herself, Mitzi was looking forward to using the cock shaped vibrator that she had discovered in her mother's underwear drawer, playing the humming tool over her cunt and clit and creaming off endlessly.
But Mitzi got sidetracked. Coming down the walk in front of the school, she encountered her good looking cousin, Pete, who was leaning against a wall and leering at her as she approached. Pete was a little older than Mitzi, and popular with the girls, an athletic young man with crisp dark hair and a sardonic expression.
Mitzi stopped to say hello.
"Guess what I heard," Pete said, giving his younger cousin a knowing look.
"What's that, Pete?" she asked in innocence.
"I heard you gave Johnny a hand job!" he blurted.
Her jaw fell and she blushed furiously. "Who-who said?" she stammered. "Johnny's been telling everybody," he said, smug and grinning devilishly, enjoying her discomfort.
"That pig!" she cried, feeling betrayed by Johnny as well as mortified by this confrontation with Pete.
Pete's eyebrows tilted up. He hadn't been at all sure whether Johnny had been telling the truth, but Mitzi's reaction was proof enough.
Now he gazed at her thoughtfully as she blushed prettily and lowered her eyes in shame. He was amused by her attitude but interested in her body.
"Aw, that's okay, Mitzi lots of girls give hand jobs," he said, to set her more at ease.
"Shit, even really nice girls play with pricks."
"I'm nice," she protested.
"Ummm. Yeah. You're pretty nice. In fact..." he paused, licking his lips. Pete was feeling a little bit nervous and unsure of himself, now. "Listen, Mitzi how about giving me a jack-off?" he rasped.
Her eyes opened wide in surprise. "But, but we're cousins," she protested.
"So?" he said, with a shrug.
"That would be like, you know, incest."
Pete hadn't the faintest idea if it was or not, but being a self serving sort of guy, he said, "Naw, don't be silly. It's only incest if you fuck."
Mitzi gazed levelly at him now. The girl was still feeling ashamed of herself, but now she was beginning to become aroused, as well. And in Mitzi, desire was a hell of a lot stronger an emotion than shame.
Beating Johnny's meat had been fun and it had left her with a horniness she still felt and her handsome cousin was more attractive than Johnny, too.
"Is, is that true?" she said huskily.
"Yeah, sure," he grunted, peering at her, sensing that she was possibly agreeable.
"Well," she giggled, "okay, then."
Pete gulped and his Adam's apple ran up his throat like a gong. He had asked her on a sudden impulse. Now he was astounded that she would agree.
His cock began to swell alarmingly.
"Hey! Yeah! Let's go in the bushes down at the park," he enthused.
Mitzi was looking directly at the inflating lump in the front of his pants. The bigger it got, the more intrigued she was becoming.
"My mom ain't home," she said. "She's playing bridge. We can go to my house for a while, if you wanna."
They walked off side by side. Being first cousins, they couldn't very well hold hands or anything like that, but they both kept glancing sideways at each other and grinning. Pete was admiring her bouncy tits and the way her nipples stood out in twin peaks and Mitzi was in awe of the huge lump in the front of her cousin's tight trousers. It looked like he had stuffed a medicine ball down his pants.
Her cunt was squishing juicily with every stride and spilling pussy nectar down her thighs and Pete was walking with a rolling gait, his legs bowed out around his bloating balls and his cock up like a figurehead. They came to Mitzi's place and she let them in and led him down to the front room. Pete looked around. There was a leather couch and some big, soft chairs and a bearskin rug by the fireplace. He figured that it was a nice sort of room to fool around in.
Mitzi was gazing at him, her expression a strange blend of timidity and enthusiasm.
"You sure your mother won't be home?" he asked.
The girl nodded.
"Well?" he asked.
"You gonna..." she batted her long silken eyelashes demurely, "... take it out?"
"Errr, when I get my rocks off, the damned stuff sprays all over the place," Pete rasped. "Maybe we better both take all our clothing off first just so we don't get all slimy, right?"
Did Mitzi suspect that her cousin might want her naked for reasons other than neatness? If so, she didn't seem to mind. The idea of being naked with her handsome cousin was really turning her on.
"Okay," she agreed.
She began to strip. Pete was fumbling with his own clothing, blindly and awkwardly, with his eyes glued to the teenager's emerging flesh.
Her tits were firm and thrusting and the tips were standing out like pink gumdrops. Bare to the waist, the girl paused, arching her back slightly, basking in his admiring gaze. It made her nipples tingle to be stared at.
Pete had his shirt off now. His torso was flat and hard. He unbuckled his belt and unfastened the waistband of his pants, then delayed, waiting for her. Mitzi lowered her skirt and stepped out of it. She heard his sharp intake of breath as her bikini-clad loins were revealed.
She turned slowly, showing him her body from all angles. Her panties were a mere wisp of cloth drawn tightly across her supple hips. He could see the shadowed outline of her bushy vee as she faced him and the cleft between her trim ass cheeks as she revolved.
She paused in profile, ass and tits jutting out as if counterweighing her slim torso. Then she turned to face him again, her nipples aimed like bullets.
Pete yanked his trousers out wide of his cock and tugged them down. He kicked them off and stood naked, thrusting his belly and hips toward her.
"Ooooh!" Mitzi whimpered.
Her cousin Pete had by far the biggest cock and balls that the relatively inexperienced young lady had ever set her eyes on. His cock head was a flaring slab of purple meat atop a long, thick, heavily veined stalk and his hairy balls looked big as melons at the base.
Seeing the respect in the girl's face, Pete grinned with pride and jerked his cock in and out. His prick loomed up as high as his breastbone over his swinging nuts.
"It's, it's going to be really fun to play with your great big prick, Pete," she sighed.
"Drop your pants," he grunted.
Mitzi was just as eager, to have him look her naked cunt as he was. She slipped her thumbs under the elastic band and tugged her panties down slowly, wriggling her hips and ass.
Her curly blonde hair appeared. She paused for a moment, then pulled the bikinis down and stepped from them. The crotch band was so full of cunt juice that it looked like she'd used the panties to mop up spilled milk.
As she lifted her knees, kicking from the panties, she was giving her cousin a glance at her cunt gash. Her slot was open in a wide oval, the pink lips unfolded. Cream ran through her slot, lathering her groin lavishly, and her swollen clit was standing like a little pink post in a swamp.
It was the wettest, juiciest pussy that Pete had ever feasted his eyes upon.
It made the prospect of her hand less attractive.
Both stark naked, now, the teenaged relatives gazed at each other in mutual regard. She stood with her legs apart, one hand on her hip. He stood with his loins jerked out. His eyes flashed from tits to cunt and her eyes were glued to his cock and balls.
They drifted toward each other automatically, like magnetic poles attracting one another. Pete's hands groped out and cupped her pert tit. He squeezed her tit mounds and drew his fingers up to the tips, making her shudder.
She reached out, palm upright, and cupped his cum bags, lifting as if weighing them. She could feel his cum load slosh around inside the bags.
"Gee you're so full," she sighed.
The nubile girl pressed her body to his. His rampant cock felt like a branding iron as it burned against her belly. She held his balls cushioned against her hairy vee and his cock head towered up so tall that it was brushing against the under slopes of her tits.
Murmuring softly, Mitzi dipped at the knees and his cock knob nudged into her cleavage. Pete grunted and humped, driving his cock up and down between her plump tits. He held her tit mounds cupped in his palms, deepening the cleft as he buried his smoking hot prick in that smooth channel.
His balls rolled up her tummy and his cockhead came slowly squeezing out from her mouth into her fluttering throat.
Mitzi tipped her lovely, radiantly glowing face down, gazing at his cock knob as it sank into her titty tunnel, then slid back up. Her eyes crossed as she turned her bifocal vision in on that flaring cock-slab.
She was licking her lips, as well, but perhaps that was an unconscious reaction.
His cock head loomed up again, almost brushing against her chin as held her face averted. Her cute little nose flared as she inhaled, breathing in the gamey, musky aroma of smoking hot cock meat.
"I-I better get you jerked off, huh?" she moaned.
Her hand squeezed his cum bags gently, feeling how ready they were to explode.
Pete's face was a mask of fierce emotion. He placed one hand behind the girl's blonde head. Holding her face down, he frigged up through her cleavage again. His cock-head was glowing like a light bulb by this time.
He pushed her head an inch lower.
"N-no," she whimpered.
But, just as he did, Mitzi was thinking that it was a shame to waste such a spectacular hard off on a simple hand job. Her mouth was watering for the steaming meat.
"Suck it, Mitzi," he croaked.
"You... you're my," she stammered.
Pete guessed at her faltering protest. "Face fucking ain't incest," he rasped. And Mitzi chose to believe him.