Where it happened: home
Langauge: English
Sex: Female
Rating: 10
Category: Straight
My name is Shelley. While some may think this story is too taboo, this is my story. My first time was with my first cousin. His name is Gregory.
Me, my siblings and my 28 cousins grew up with the best of both worlds. Our grandparent’s ten children had all married well, so we all lived in single family homes with our respective parents. We also had the pleasure of being part of a very large extended family. Every weekend some of the parents would drop at least seven or eight of us grand kids off at our grandparents house and we’d spend the entire weekend hanging out with and playing with each other.
My mom, two of her sisters. and one brother’s wife had been pregnant at the same time and delivered all four of us within a two month time period. Thus me, Gregory, Brenda, and Tom were the same age. We would play at seeing who could slide down our grandparents old winding stair bannister when we were very young, or “hopscotch”, and sometimes “hide and go seek”. Of course as we grew older the boys always wanted to play “hide and go seek”, and they would tickle us when they found us. It didn’t take long for the tickling to progress to them trying to cop a feel of me and Brenda’s budding breasts.
One weekend when Brenda and Tom’s mom’s hadn’t brought them for the weekend me and Gregory were playing together in our grandparent’s cavernous basement.
There was a huge black furnis in the back of the basement that had always scared me. It used to be a big old coal furnis, but my grandparents had had it converted to a gas burning furnis. It still scared me though and I avoided going back there.
Gregory knew I was afraid of the furnis and would purposely run back there when he was hiding from me. On this particular Saturday morning I was determined if he went back there I would muster up my nerve and go back there to find him.
Sure enough when I went to look for him, he had ran all the way back where the coal used to be stored and was hiding in one of the corners. I snuck up on him and grabbed him! Imagine both our surprise when I realized that in the dark I had grabbed him by his penis. I could feel it laying curled up against his leg through his jeans and underwear. I immediately pulled my hand away and pushed him so hard he landed on his bottom. I did a crazy Indian celebration dance, all the while yelling “I won”! Gregory grabbed me around my knees and I toppled down on top of him. He started tickling my ribs and I was laughing so hard I couldn’t breath. Gregory then took his right hand and started tickling my neck. My neck is super sensitive. I couldn’t even stand it when my mom pressed my hair and allowed the long, warm hair to tumble down my neck. I was really trying to get away from Gregory now because I couldn’t stand the neck tickling. He flipped me over and put all his weight on me and continued tickling me.
I was trying to buck him off me when I became aware that he had a hard-on. I was a virgin, but I knew what a hard-on felt like! When my father allowed me to go to some of the neighborhood 7 p.m. to 11 p.m. teen parties the boys would always put in a red light bulb and when they danced with us girls they would rub their penis back and forth really hard against us. I admit I would rub back, it felt really good. So, I was always one of the first girls the boys asked to dance as soon as the red bulb went in!
Gregory started pushing his hips into me and eventually I didn’t feel the tickling anymore. Gregory stopped tickling my neck and started stroking it instead. I knew I had better stop him because my grandmother could come looking for us any minute. My mind was saying “stop now”, but when Gregory pushed down and into me the feeling of his hard dick against my shorts was too good. I shifted some so the next time he pushed down I could feel the ridges of his hard dick and the zipper of his jeans right against my clit.
I knew a girl’s a clit was that was the part that made everything feel good. I would sometimes sneak into my parents bedroom after school and read my father’s pornographic books he kept hidden under the mattress.
Gregory had moved his hands under my cotton t-shirt and was cupping my small, 32 B, breasts. When his fingers brushed my nipple I felt a pull from my breast to my groin and jerked my hips up as he came down. He kept gently stroking my nipples and grinding into me. I put my hands up to push him off but instead I put them around his back and stroked the rigid muscles of his shoulders. Gregory was breathing really hard into my neck while he stroked and the feel of his breath sent shivers down my spine, causing me to buck my hips up rhythmically against him.
It felt so good. This in no way compared to the quick grinds I’d had with boys on the dance floor. Gregory pushed my top all the way up, draggin my bra up with it. My two round tits bounced out and he put his mouth to the one on the right, sucking the nipple into his mouth and gently exploring it with his tongue.
This felt so good, but I needed something more. I didn’t want to have sex with my cousin of course, but I felt this great need inside, and I knew that wasn’t good. I whispered in his ear “We gotta stop, Grandy might come down here.” Gregory was breathing hard in my ear. He said, “OK, just let me rub it against you a little longer, it feels so good.”
Now would probably be a good time to describe us both. My grandmother was born as the result of the plantation owner’s son having forced himself on her mother. This was after the slaves were emancipated but my great grandfather had opted to stay on and share crop. After the plantation owner’s son raped my grandmother,and she’d had a half white baby girl,(my grandmother), my great-grandfather packed up the family and moved to Pennsylvania. When my grandmother grew up and got married she married a beautiful chocolate man who worked for the post office. Their children were beautiful.
We, the grandchildren ranged in every spectrum of colors between bright yellow to dark creamy chocolate, and we all had long hair, some kinky like mine and some soft and wavy. Gregory was extraordinary looking, his father’s mother had been half Indian, so Gregory had long, wavy hair down to his shoulders that he wore pulled back in a band.
When Gregory asked me to let him stroke me a little longer I reached around and pulled the band off his hair, letting it tumble down into my face. That is when he kissed me.
Neither of us were very experienced at kissing, so it was a pretty chaste kiss initially. I opened my mouth and tentatively pushed my tongue against his soft, full lips as I’d read about in my father’s porn novels. He opened his lips and stroked my tongue back with his.
That kiss was so electrifying we both stopped humping each other and just got lost in the kiss. Gregory still had his hand on my bare breast and he started squeezing it, working his fingers up to the nipple in small movements.
I bumped my hips up so I could feel his dick on my clit again. Gregory immediately started grinding really hard into me while continueing to kiss me.
I could smell the sweat on both of us from our earlier running and playing, I could also smell the sweet, musky odor coming from between my legs everytime he lifted up. My panties were so wet they were squishing against my opening. As we pumped furiously against each other, rolling our hips from side to side and back and forth. We were both breathing hard, our bodies thrashed together, my legs wrapped around his, his hard penis trapped in his pants rubbing, rubbing my wet pussy. I felt a throb deep in my belly. The throb became a strange tightening feeling and I pulled Gregory in close, holding him there while I rubbed my pussy hard, up and down, grinding into his body, feeling that hard dick. Gregory started bucking, and shaking as hard as I was and I knew he was coming with me. As I reached the peak and Gregory’s sperm started pulsing out into his pants, I suddenly heard my grandmother calling for us.
We jumped up and ran out into the back yard. I grabbed the water hose and turned it on full blast into Gregory’s chest. He was drenched in seconds, screaming about how cold the water was and asking me if I was crazy. That was the scene my grandmother walked in on. She was plenty mad at us for playing with the water hose and made both of us go upstairs to get dry clothes. That was a close call! Gregory understood why I’d turned the hose on him and winked at me as we trudged up the steps.
I couldn’t get that morning out of my head, and from that point on when I read my fathers nasty books I rubbed myself trying to imitate that feeling Gregory’s dick had made me feel. It felt good, but my fingers weren’t enough.
The next three weekend there were more cousins at my grandparents house, including Brenda and Tom, so me and Gregory didn’t get any opportunities to be alone. When he could he sneek rubs of my breast and once stuck his whole hand down my pants and squeezed my bottom when no one was watching, but that was the extent of all we got to do.
Then it finally happened again. Every Sunday my grandparents went to church and which ever grandchildren happened to be there had to go too. I played sick so I wouldnt have to go that Sunday morning. My grandmother was worried but I assured her it was just cramps and all I needed was to lay down with a hot water bottle. It was a small lie, but I knew she wouldn’t know I’d actually just ended my period. As they were leaving my grandfather called up the steps that my aunt was going to drop Gregory off so I would need to drop the key out of the window to him when he rang the bell if I was too sick to walk down the steps. I assured him I would drop the key down for Gregory.
I was beside myself with excitement. When he got there I threw down the key and he immediately bounded up the steps to my grandpartents room where they had allowed me to lay so I could watch tv. Before he’d gotten there I’d hastely taken a bath and splashed on some of my grandmother’s perfume. He came in and immediately jumped on the bed, grabbed me up close and kissed me. That kiss was all I’d hoped for and then some. I was nervous because I wanted to play some more, but I was afraid he would want to have actual sex with me, his cousin! No way would it be ok for us to have real sex. But I was also feeling bold, so as he fondled my breast under my pajama top (I’d purposely not put a bra on…) and I squeezed his hardening dick through his pants I asked him if I could see it. He rolled off me, reached in his jeans and tugged until it popped out. OMG, it was huge. I had not expected it to be so big and blue. When I touched the tip it jerked and a little squirt of liquid came out the tip. I put my finger to that liquid and bought it up to my nose to smell it.
Gregory asked if he could see my pussy. I was shy about that because I knew I didn’t have as much hair down there yet as some other girls. Gregory laughed when I said that and insisted he didn’t like a lot of hair anyway.
I pulled my wide shorty pajama bottom leg to the side revealing my pink, cotton underwear. My panties were so wet they were sticking to me. I peeled them to the side also and let Gregory look. He said it was so pretty and stroked my wet lips down there with his finger. I asked him if he’d ever done anything like this before. He admitted that he’d felt some girls up, but only through their clothes, so he had never actually seen a pussy.
I felt a stab of jealosy about those other girls he’d felt up, so that made me even bolder. I said I bet they never did this to you and I wrapped my fingers tightly around his pole and started stroking it. Gregory placed his hand around mine, forcing my fingers to tighten as he guided my tight fist up and down. It was so hard with really soft, silky skin on top. I was fascinated by the feel of his dick pulsing in my hand. Gregory had continued rubbing his finger up and down the slit of my pussy and it was getting wetter and wetter. I lifted up and he pulled on my pajama pants, bringing my panties off also.
I knew we were going to far, but that throb in the bottom of my belly had started again and I couldn’t make myself say anything. Gregory shifted position and put his face down there. I couldnt believe he was actually going to do oral sex on me! I’d read all about oral sex, but all my friends said black men didn’t do that! (LOL!)
I didnt stop him when he gently kissed my pussy, then did it again. He then ran his tongue up the slit, and touched my clit. I felt him draw back, so I quickly opened my eyes to see what he was doing. He was licking his lips and smiling. He whispered it tasted so good. He bent down and started running his tongue up and down my slit, occassionally licking all around the lips as though he couldn’t get enough of me into his mouth.
I was grinding my pussy into his face by now, I felt like a train was inside of me trying to screech to a halt, but unable to stop. I wrapped my legs around his head and ground my pussy into his mouth. Gregory kept licking my lips and sucking my clit. He was grinding his dick into the bed in motion with my thrusts against his face.
That tightening feeling was drawing tight in my belly, I grabbed his head holding it so his tongue was concentrated on my clit. I begged him to put his finger in me, he wiggled one finger in me, gaining easy access because I was so wet. While I bucked Gregory slid his finger in and out, sucking on my clit with quick rhythmic movements. I screamed as I felt that train finally come to
a halt and I was suspended in air while my pussy pulsed and squirted on his face.
Wow, it seemed a long time before I could move. My body felt like it was made of jelly. Gregory was still sprawled between my open legs, his cheek resting on my inner thigh. When he slid up my body, I felt his softening penis and knew he had come into the sheets while sucking my pussy.
We kissed and I could taste me all over his face. He whispered in my ear that our grandparents were going to kill us when they saw the sheets, but I didnt care, I was still floating as we leisurely kissed and nuzzled each other.
We layed there talking about how amazing that had felt. Gregory told me he wanted to put it in me the next time. But I said no. Not only was I worried about getting pregnant, he was my first cousin. I told him what we had done so far was just playing around, but if he put it in me I would lose my virginity and because we were cousins that would be a sin.
Gregory said he understood and asked if we could continue playing around. I said I really wanted to and I also wanted to see how he felt in my mouth.
For someone that was so sated, when I said that I felt his dick jump against my leg and start to harden. I reached down and cupped his balls in my palm with one hand and stroked up and down his pole with the other. Gregory started moaning and rocked back and forth in my hand. I licked the head of his dick. He tasted of my juices and his own cum. His tasted kind of salty, pungent and creamy. I liked it.
I opened my mouth wide and put as much of the head in my mouth as possible. At first I couldn’t figure out where to put my tongue with all that in my mouth too, but then I started swirling my tongue around the head as I sucked and slid my lips up and down his hard dick. With each slide I found I was able to take more and more of him into my mouth. I also noticed how he groaned when I tightened my fingers around the base and pulled my tightly closed fist up to meet my mouth each time. Gregory started pumping into my mouth hard, thrusting his hips completely off the bed. I felt his balls tighten and knew he was going to come. I was trying to prepare myself for his cum in my mouth when he pulled me up, rolled on top of me and started thrusting his dick toward my pussy.
Sucking him had my pussy throbbing again and I unthinkingly thrust back. His dick was sliding up and down my open pussy lips, it was slick from my mouth and the juices flowing out of me. Gregory was sweating and panting, he said “let me just put the head in please, I said no, we couldnt, but when he moved as if to move away I grabbed him back, rubbing the head around my slick opening. I couldn’t stop, I knew the risks but I just had to feel him filling that empty space in me. When he thrusts down the next time I placed his dick right at my entrance and the head slid in a little. We both gasped as the head filled my opening.
It felt so big and was stretching my skin so tight, but there seemed to be a vacuum inside me demanding to be filled. When Gregory shifted to allow his dick to continue sliding just against my lips, and thus out of danger, I grabbed him again, pushing up so the head went in again. He was murmuring in my ear, “Shelley, please, I won’t be ble to stop, the head is in, take it out if you dont want me to do it”. While he said this he was pumping, and I could feel more of him entering me.
Oh, God, that vacuum inside of me was sucking, needing fulfillment and I couldnt stop. I begged him to put it all the way in. Gregory surged forward. I felt a sharp pain, like a needle prick, then my insides were churning as he filled me and I started rocking against him. That was all he needed, he pulled out some and started stroking into me in small, pulsing strokes. My pussy walls were wrapped around him so tight I could feel his veins pulsing. He kept whispering how good it felt, and thanking me! I would have laughed if all my attention hadn’t been focused on that void that was finally being filled. He lifted my legs and stroked in longer strokes, pulling out till just the head was in then slowly coming down, grinding his pelvis against my engorged clit with each pass. He continued whispering his mantra in my ear, while we set a rhythm, our bodies slapping together, the juices from my pussy causing a slurping sound when he thrust into me, each thrust sending a spasm through my body. I felt my climax building, he must have felt it too because he stopped stroking hard and held himself tightly against me, pushing hard, but maintaining contact with my clit. This time my orgasm was like an explosion I felt everywhere in my body. My head felt empty, my fingertips tingled and with a strangled gasp I felt my insides open up. Gregory kept stroking in and out of me while I exploded around him, my pussy pulsing and clenching his dick.
Gregory threw his head back, pounding into me with long fast strokes now as I floated, still feeling my pussy throbbing around his pumping dick. He gasped and was saying he needed to pull out, but I couldn’t let him go when I was still throbbing and gushing out liquid. I locked my legs around him, lifting my pussy up to meet his fast pounding. As if he had no control his legs locked, and his body went rigid as I felt the first squirt of his sperm hit my insides. His body jerked as he released squirt after squirt into me, flooding my already drenched insides.
Gregory collapsed on top of me and I think we both actually fell asleep for a few minutes. I felt his penis slide out of my body, this woke both of us up. When I opened my eyes Gregory was looking at me, a look of apprehension in his eyes. He said “I’m sorry, I was trying to stop, please don’t cry”. I realized he’d said that because tears were trickling slowly down my cheeks. But they were not tears of regret, they were tears of utter sexual contentment. I tried to explain it to him, but I think he still thought I was sorry.
We had to hurry and get ourselves cleaned up and the sheets in the washer before the family got back, so we didn’t get to talk too much more about it then.
When the family all returned we all sat down for our customary big Sunday dinner. No one could see, but Gregory was holding my hand under the table.
Luckily, I didn’t get pregnant that first time. Some of my girlfriends had told me about the planned parenthood clinic downtown, so I went down there and got the pill without my parents ever learning about it. I felt guilty about what we were doing, but I couldn’t stop, it felt so good and he was so gentle and loving with me.
Gregory and I continued exploring, experimenting and fucking when ever we could. As we got older we grew apart. My family had moved me and my sisters way out to the suburbs because the schools were better, and so my mom didn’t take us in town as much to our grandparent’s house. When I was 18 I moved to Nevada to go to college, many years passed before I saw him again.
We ran into each other about ten years later at a family reunion. By then we were both married and he had 2 children. The spark was still there and while the family was gathered downstairs we snuck off to the basement and he slid into me while I was braced up against that scarey old furnis. With the heat of the furnis at my back and Gregory sliding in and out of me from the front I felt like I’d finally come home.
Gregory moved his family to California a couple of years later and we make it a point to slip away on “business” trips away from our families and make love and more love.
We are both now 52 years old and no one has ever found out about us, it is with a little shame that I admit when I had my baby I wasn’t sure if he was my husbands or Gregory’s, I guess my sons long silky locks were a bit of a clue, but I prefer not knowing for sure.
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