Straight Male / 53
Wife's Cousins Par Two
From my lying position, even with her cardigan on I could see her pussy under the hem of her night-dress. My cock started reacting straight away as I studied the vee of her light hairs and lips. I took full advantage and sat up at the last possible moment and took the mug off her thanking her and studied her cute arse as she returned to the kitchen. I took a few sips before trying to settle down again.
I could hear Rachel in the kitchen getting herself ready for collage I guessed. Suddenly to my shock, I heard her swear, I had never heard a bad word come from her mouth before. A moment later she came into the bedroom wearing a skimpy blouse and those jean with that white belt. She was also holding the left side of her head.
She had caught her necklace in her hair and asked if I could help her. I sat up straight away. Rachel slid onto the bed next to me and leaned over me kneeling. Her top flopped loosely forward and I could see down and saw her small tits. That made my already twitching cock swell even more.
My fingers started to untangle her hair. My cock began to stiffen and rise. It was springing out the gap in my shorts and I moved a leg up to hide it but only succeeded in making it worse. It was there right by the edge of the duvet now and the head popped up. My fingers worked quicker in my panic. I hoped she could not see it. But she had. As soon as I released her, her head went straight down on it and she took the head into her mouth and started sucking.
A moment later she pulled the duvet down and her tiny hand was wrapped around my cock and sucking more into her mouth. I groaned niceties telling her that was good as she bobbed down my shaft. I leaned forwards putting a hand between her legs exploring her jeans and pulling the zipper down. My fingers struggled with her belt. Rachel stopped for a moment and undone her belt pushing her jeans and knickers down enough for my hand to get there.
She went straight back to sucking on my cock. My fingers explored her young c**t. Her soft pubic hair felt good on my fingers and her small slit. I strummed gently pushing a finger in making her groan slightly and I found her clit and thumbed it sending her wild.
Her pussy dampened as I pushed a finger inside her and pumped delicately, she whimpered and shook, and her pussy flooded. I kept going working my fingers around her squelching inners. She faltered on my cock as my fingers brought on another gush of wetness. She grabbed my hand and pulled it away from her, she looked at me bending herself up. “You can Fuck me if you want, I am not a virgin.”
Yes, of course I do I thought as I keenly slipped out of bed and knelt behind her. She looked round as she amused position on all fours, “Go easy with me you look very big.” I promised I would look after her and holding my cock in one hand parted her arse cheeks with the other and pushed my erection against her lips.
She groaned as I eased into her tightness. In slowly spreading her open. One of my hands wondered up her blouse and I squeezed on her small breasts slowly inching into her pussy. I eased back pushing in deeper making Rachel moan each time. With both hands on her breasts now, I stabbed my cock into her tight pussy. She groans and I felt her pussy flood yet again, that encouraged me to increase pace and give her every inch.
I am fucking her hard, her pussy is dripping with her juices and I am quickly getting the urge. I slow slightly but I am still banging into her hard. It is coming. I slow even more and keeping pumping a second too long. A stream of cum squirts into her inners as I pull out. More squirts over her mound and arse. Rachel shuffles off the bed and pulls her underwear and jeans on.
She rezips and re-belts before looking at me, “We should not have done that, but I am glad we did.” We said no more about it and she left for collage twenty minutes later. I felt good and bad at the same time. Still what was done was done. I went about my day as normally as possible and thought nothing more of it.
I was a little more than concerned when Rachel did not come back that evening. Nor the Saturday. In case there were some awkward questions I did not want to mention it to my wife, guilt I suppose. She did not mention anything, and the weekend slipped away uneventful. That Monday morning, I just happened to be in the bedroom tidying up when I heard a car screech off outside.
I looked out through the window and saw Debbie. She was wearing a bomber jacket over her black tee-shirt and jeans and behind her was Sharon, wearing a summer dress. My heart thumped rapidly, and my mind raced as they descended the steps. Had they come to challenge me, had Rachel told them something, was that why she had not been here the last few days.
Trying to remain natural and innocent, I opened the front door. Debbie smiled straight away as did Sharon. I smiled back, they did not seem angry, so everything was okay or was it. They had come to collect Rachels stuff. Now I was worried. Mark was coming back at one to pick them up. I invited them in of course and accepted my offer of hot drinks went through to the kitchen. The two girls sorted out Rachels duvet and pillow and bag of clothes placing them close to the arched doorway ready.
Debbie and Sharon both sat on kitchen stools explaining the house was finished early so they could go home. Rachel apparently had spent the weekend on a planned trip with some friends from collage. Well that explained all that then. I could relax for the moment. Debbie was her usual flirty self and Sharon was genuinely happy, smiley, and talkative.
I sat on a stool opposite them and realised I could just see under Sharons dress. I discreetly checked out her underwear. I kept taking discreet looks and Sharon caught me looking, she kept talking to Debbie and at the same time spread her thighs a little giving me a view of her pubic mound underneath her knickers and pussy lips outlined in the materiel.
I flirted at Sharon who surprised me by flirting back. It seemed more than just a little tease or that’s what I thought, and she appeared to be discreetly checking me out. I did not mind, made me feel good and Debbie was also checking me out and I had thoughts of having a threesome, knowing it was unlikely, but my cock began to swell
Then a horn sounded outside. Sharons face changed to one of unhappy and annoyed, “Mark.” She said looking at her watch, “It is only quarter too.” A second longer blast created rapid movement, “We better go.” Sharon said, “He’s still in a foul mood.”
Debbie slipped off the tool and collected Rachels duvet and headed for the door. Sharon slid forwards on the stool and as she did so, the back of her dress snagged and caused it to slide the hem up. I eyed Sharons pussy again. She smiled and followed Debbie. I too followed picking up Rachels pillow and followed Sharon. My cock was rock hard.
Debbie went straight out the front door that swung back closed. Sharon stumbled and dropped Rachels bag. She took a step back and bent down to pick it up. I was a pace behind her and slammed into her knocking her forwards. In that same moment I dropped the pillow and gabbed at Sharons hips pulling her back to stop her head hitting the front door.
Sharon made a small noise and remained bent over. She looked round at me with a strange expression on her face. I looked at her wondering what was wrong. She pushed her arse back. It was then I realised my hands were still on her hips and my bulge was right between her legs. I apologised and released her taking a step back. She stood upright saying, “It felt nice.”
I did not miss the opportunity to banter. “Be nicer inside you.”
“That is naughty,” She laughed starting to open the front door.
“Would be very naughty with you, go in bare and not pull out.”
Her face flushed and pulling the door open answered, “That is dirty but sounds nice but not going to happen. We are both married.”
She stepped out with me behind her saying, “They will not have to know if you change your mind.”
She looked back at me shaking her head but with a smile on her face. Her expression changed the moment she reached the top of the steps. Mark started moaning about wanting to get going. A quick thank you and goodbyes and that was that for the time being.
I could hear Rachel in the kitchen getting herself ready for collage I guessed. Suddenly to my shock, I heard her swear, I had never heard a bad word come from her mouth before. A moment later she came into the bedroom wearing a skimpy blouse and those jean with that white belt. She was also holding the left side of her head.
She had caught her necklace in her hair and asked if I could help her. I sat up straight away. Rachel slid onto the bed next to me and leaned over me kneeling. Her top flopped loosely forward and I could see down and saw her small tits. That made my already twitching cock swell even more.
My fingers started to untangle her hair. My cock began to stiffen and rise. It was springing out the gap in my shorts and I moved a leg up to hide it but only succeeded in making it worse. It was there right by the edge of the duvet now and the head popped up. My fingers worked quicker in my panic. I hoped she could not see it. But she had. As soon as I released her, her head went straight down on it and she took the head into her mouth and started sucking.
A moment later she pulled the duvet down and her tiny hand was wrapped around my cock and sucking more into her mouth. I groaned niceties telling her that was good as she bobbed down my shaft. I leaned forwards putting a hand between her legs exploring her jeans and pulling the zipper down. My fingers struggled with her belt. Rachel stopped for a moment and undone her belt pushing her jeans and knickers down enough for my hand to get there.
She went straight back to sucking on my cock. My fingers explored her young c**t. Her soft pubic hair felt good on my fingers and her small slit. I strummed gently pushing a finger in making her groan slightly and I found her clit and thumbed it sending her wild.
Her pussy dampened as I pushed a finger inside her and pumped delicately, she whimpered and shook, and her pussy flooded. I kept going working my fingers around her squelching inners. She faltered on my cock as my fingers brought on another gush of wetness. She grabbed my hand and pulled it away from her, she looked at me bending herself up. “You can Fuck me if you want, I am not a virgin.”
Yes, of course I do I thought as I keenly slipped out of bed and knelt behind her. She looked round as she amused position on all fours, “Go easy with me you look very big.” I promised I would look after her and holding my cock in one hand parted her arse cheeks with the other and pushed my erection against her lips.
She groaned as I eased into her tightness. In slowly spreading her open. One of my hands wondered up her blouse and I squeezed on her small breasts slowly inching into her pussy. I eased back pushing in deeper making Rachel moan each time. With both hands on her breasts now, I stabbed my cock into her tight pussy. She groans and I felt her pussy flood yet again, that encouraged me to increase pace and give her every inch.
I am fucking her hard, her pussy is dripping with her juices and I am quickly getting the urge. I slow slightly but I am still banging into her hard. It is coming. I slow even more and keeping pumping a second too long. A stream of cum squirts into her inners as I pull out. More squirts over her mound and arse. Rachel shuffles off the bed and pulls her underwear and jeans on.
She rezips and re-belts before looking at me, “We should not have done that, but I am glad we did.” We said no more about it and she left for collage twenty minutes later. I felt good and bad at the same time. Still what was done was done. I went about my day as normally as possible and thought nothing more of it.
I was a little more than concerned when Rachel did not come back that evening. Nor the Saturday. In case there were some awkward questions I did not want to mention it to my wife, guilt I suppose. She did not mention anything, and the weekend slipped away uneventful. That Monday morning, I just happened to be in the bedroom tidying up when I heard a car screech off outside.
I looked out through the window and saw Debbie. She was wearing a bomber jacket over her black tee-shirt and jeans and behind her was Sharon, wearing a summer dress. My heart thumped rapidly, and my mind raced as they descended the steps. Had they come to challenge me, had Rachel told them something, was that why she had not been here the last few days.
Trying to remain natural and innocent, I opened the front door. Debbie smiled straight away as did Sharon. I smiled back, they did not seem angry, so everything was okay or was it. They had come to collect Rachels stuff. Now I was worried. Mark was coming back at one to pick them up. I invited them in of course and accepted my offer of hot drinks went through to the kitchen. The two girls sorted out Rachels duvet and pillow and bag of clothes placing them close to the arched doorway ready.
Debbie and Sharon both sat on kitchen stools explaining the house was finished early so they could go home. Rachel apparently had spent the weekend on a planned trip with some friends from collage. Well that explained all that then. I could relax for the moment. Debbie was her usual flirty self and Sharon was genuinely happy, smiley, and talkative.
I sat on a stool opposite them and realised I could just see under Sharons dress. I discreetly checked out her underwear. I kept taking discreet looks and Sharon caught me looking, she kept talking to Debbie and at the same time spread her thighs a little giving me a view of her pubic mound underneath her knickers and pussy lips outlined in the materiel.
I flirted at Sharon who surprised me by flirting back. It seemed more than just a little tease or that’s what I thought, and she appeared to be discreetly checking me out. I did not mind, made me feel good and Debbie was also checking me out and I had thoughts of having a threesome, knowing it was unlikely, but my cock began to swell
Then a horn sounded outside. Sharons face changed to one of unhappy and annoyed, “Mark.” She said looking at her watch, “It is only quarter too.” A second longer blast created rapid movement, “We better go.” Sharon said, “He’s still in a foul mood.”
Debbie slipped off the tool and collected Rachels duvet and headed for the door. Sharon slid forwards on the stool and as she did so, the back of her dress snagged and caused it to slide the hem up. I eyed Sharons pussy again. She smiled and followed Debbie. I too followed picking up Rachels pillow and followed Sharon. My cock was rock hard.
Debbie went straight out the front door that swung back closed. Sharon stumbled and dropped Rachels bag. She took a step back and bent down to pick it up. I was a pace behind her and slammed into her knocking her forwards. In that same moment I dropped the pillow and gabbed at Sharons hips pulling her back to stop her head hitting the front door.
Sharon made a small noise and remained bent over. She looked round at me with a strange expression on her face. I looked at her wondering what was wrong. She pushed her arse back. It was then I realised my hands were still on her hips and my bulge was right between her legs. I apologised and released her taking a step back. She stood upright saying, “It felt nice.”
I did not miss the opportunity to banter. “Be nicer inside you.”
“That is naughty,” She laughed starting to open the front door.
“Would be very naughty with you, go in bare and not pull out.”
Her face flushed and pulling the door open answered, “That is dirty but sounds nice but not going to happen. We are both married.”
She stepped out with me behind her saying, “They will not have to know if you change your mind.”
She looked back at me shaking her head but with a smile on her face. Her expression changed the moment she reached the top of the steps. Mark started moaning about wanting to get going. A quick thank you and goodbyes and that was that for the time being.
