A Cousin's Reunion 2 - Sex Stories

A Cousin's Reunion 2

... She cooed as we rode, her hand gently stroking my hard cock again. "Yeah, well you have had me on the verge of the same thing for a long time." I said breathlessly, my cock feeling like it was almost ready to explode. "Oh?" she asked almost innocently. "I've never done this." She said as she pulled my hand from her lap and slid across the seat. She laid down on the seat and I felt her hot mouth close around the head of my cock. "Oh shit." I groaned, taking my foot off the accelerator to slow down as her tongue licked around my head, her hand sliding up and down my shaft. I slipped the car into neutral and let it roll to a stop on the shoulder as she bounced her head up and down, her tongue stroking the head of my cock while her hand followed up and down the shaft. "Oh shit. I'm going to cum." I groaned in warning. To my surprise she sucked harder, working her hand faster up and down my shaft. With a huge groan I bucked my hips up involuntarily, my cock spurting a gush of thick cum deep into her mouth. She opened her mouth and gagged, my cum leaking out of her mouth and onto my cock and her hand as shot after shot of cum spurted up into her mouth. I felt her close around my head again, trying to contain the flood. After, I don't know how long, she sat up, releasing my shriveling cock. "That was interesting. Kind of gross, but interesting." She said as she sat back in the seat. "Yeah, I'll say it was interesting." I agreed as I put the car in gear and pulled back onto the ...

... highway. I could see her sitting with her dress still pulled below her tits, not saying a word as we wound our way down the highway toward the cottage. She finally slid over next to me again as I made the turn onto the long gravel lake road, the tires crunching across the crushed granite. "Are you upset?" I asked quietly, now that the wind noise was gone. "No, just thinking." She answered quietly. "Wanna share?" "Not yet." She said, giving my arm a squeeze of reassurance. I pulled into the driveway and down to the cottage, shutting off the lights and killing the engine. We rolled the windows up and she fixed her dress before we climbed out of the car and walked the short distance to the cottage. "I need a bath." She said as we walked in. She stopped at the stove and lit a match, lighting a burner. In a few moments she had a kettle on to boil and took my hand, walking me into the main room of the cottage and guiding me to the sofa. "I'll be back." She said quietly, letting go of my hand and walking off toward her bedroom. She left the door open, but turned the light on, occasionally stepping into view as she rummaged in her suitcase. She then went through the kitchen to the bathroom, closing the door for a few minutes. I watched as she bustled around the kitchen and ran some water, finally walking out to where I was sitting with the swim towels, a bath towel and wash cloth and a plastic dish tub of water. She laid one towel in the tile floor and then stood on it, slowly pulling her ...