Kissin’ Cousins
I’ve always loved sex. The look on a man’s face when he cums. The way his entire body shivers and loses control. The way his knees tremble and almost buckle under him. I don’t know what it is, but there’s something so stimulating about it that just drives me wild.
I don’t have time for the love and relationship part, though. My career keeps me much too occupied for that. So whenever I can get a break in my busy work schedule, I check out a couple of the local nightclubs, if that’s what you want to call them. I prefer to call them juke joints, ’cause I live right smack in the middle of the country, and the men that frequent the clubs around here are what one might call country bumpkins. There are no ambulances here, just bamalances. But hey, it’s all good, ’cause the majority of them know how to fuck big-time for small-town homies.
I live in the heart of Alabama, and trust me, it’s true what they say about the Alabama black snakes. They love to devour things, if you get my meaning. I’ve been here for two years, moving into town to work at the local perfume factory as a chemical engineer. I came straight from my college dormitory in Texas after graduation. It’s a cool little town. The kids keep out of trouble, they have fish fries, hot dog and chicken dinner sales at the local churches, and three or four little parades a year down Main Street. We even have a little bandstand in the town square. Looks like
something out of a Southern romance novel.
One night about a month ago, I was mad bored after getting home from a late night at the plant. I had worked overtime trying to get this new line of rosewater together. I got home about 11 P.M. It was too early to crash, and there wasn’t a dayum thing on cable. Since it was a Saturday night, I decided to throw on a skimpy little outfit and hit this hole in the wall called Toasties. A local black police officer and his wife own it. They’re cool peeps, and the place is all right. You pay a $3.00 cover charge and get all the free beer you can guzzle down. There are a dozen or so tables scattered around the little place. The entire club is no larger than most people’s living rooms. Like I said, a juke joint. I’m sure some of you from the country can relate to what I’m saying.
So there I was, chillin’ in a black crop top with a little glitter pattern going on and some black skintight shorts. Yeah, I was looking kind of hoochie that night, but don’t knock shit you’ve never tried. Whenever I went there, I saw basically the same dayum people, and I never really fit in. Let’s just say you can tell I’m not from around these parts. It wasn’t surprising that pickin’s were slim as it pertained to possible dick action. Most of the attractive men in the country get snapped up and dragged to the altar by the time they turn twenty-one. But you can luck out and find some good prospects every now and then.
None of my usual dick action was in the house that night, so I knew I would have to improvise. The DJ, who still had a Jheri curl in the Year of Our Lord 1999, was playing “Flashlight,” and the pimp daddies were shaking their asses on the floor with their hot mommas. It was a trip. Then I spotted them come in the door. The taller of the two I’d seen in there before a couple of times but never talked to. The shorter one I didn’t recognize. They both looked like rough riders, so I targeted my marks. Hell, two dicks are always better than one.
I was standing against the wall over by the ladies’ lounge, which is really a bathroom so small that you can barely get your ass in there and close the door. Plus, the door doesn’t lock, so you have to maneuver and shit by squatting and holding the door shut at the same time so another woman can’t open the door, exposing your ass to the entire joint. When they walked past me, the shorter one winked at me, I smiled at him, and gave him the look. You know, the look where you tell a man how much you want to fuck the shit out of him without having to utter a word. That one look was all it took.
I’m gonna cut to the chase. It turns out that their names are William, the tall one, and Tom, the shorter one, and they’re first cousins. Tom, who’s about five-foot-nine, light skin with curly brown hair and hazel eyes, was visiting his cousin, William, who’s about six-two, caramel, with a nice fade and deep brown bedroom eyes, from out of town. Tom’s from Maryland and was down for the weekend.
The three of us sat around the juke joint for an hour or so, chitchatting and dancing whenever the DJ decided to take a walk on the wild side and step into the ’90s with some hiphop. We were all drinking beer out the ass and lost count on how many we guzzled down. It was hot as all hell in there. Peeps really started crowding in there about midnight, until we were cramped in there like a can of sardines.
We were chillin’ at the table we had managed to scramble for over in a dark corner, watching and ogling at several couples slow-dragging off some Marvin Gaye. By that time, we were all feeling good and horny. I was sitting between the two of them. Tom leaned over and yelled in my ear. I could hear him over all the music, “Is your pussy sweet?” I looked him in the eyes and asked him, “Do you wanna find out?”
He took me totally off guard by reaching underneath the tablecloth and pulling my legs open. He looked me in the eyes and said, “Yeah, let me find out right now!” He managed to get a finger into the side of my shorts, which wasn’t easy considering how tight they were, and fingered my pussy with it. Then he took his finger out and licked it dry. I was in shock, but turned on at the same time. Tom yelled in my ear, “Ummm, you are sweet! But I want to suck on the whole thing! Can I?”
I said, “Sure!” He started fingering me again and sucking on my earlobe. About that time, William, who had been watching the action on the dance floor, turned his attention toward us and noticed what was going on. He saw Tom’s hand between my legs and then saw him pull his finger out and suck on it again. William and Tom looked at each other for a brief second. I guess they must’ve had a secret body language thing going on, because William decided to take his turn without even asking. He fingered me and tasted me too.
This went on for a good ten, fifteen minutes. We were getting out of hand and beginning to draw attention. They were both sucking on my ears, one on each side, and fondling my breasts and my pussy and all that. We decided to bounce up out of there.
I left my car at the juke joint and rode with them, sitting in the backseat with Tom while William drove us back to his apartment. Tom and I tongue-kissed, and he sucked my breasts on the way there. My nipples could have cut diamonds, they were so hard. By the time we pulled up to William’s crib, I had Tom’s dick down my throat. We stayed in the car until I was finished sucking him off and he came down my throat.
We went inside William’s apartment, which is laid out nicely. He has a cozy little one-bedroom about ten minutes from my place. Of course, in a small town, no one and nothing is more than fifteen minutes away. It’s just as easy to drive around town and pay your water, electric, phone, and cable bills as it is to mail them.
William took me to bed first. I guess he won that honor by default, since it was his place, and since Tom already got a jump start with the blow job in the car. There was no need for a bunch of words. We all knew the dilly and why I was there. Besides, like I said before, I have no time for the love and relationship part. I prefer to get straight down to fucking. So we did.
William was a pretty good lover, as good as a man can be when he’s drunk. When he kissed me, I noticed that his tongue texture was rough, like he’d burned it recently or something. Everything happened kind of fast, going from the kisses to the nipple sucking to him eating me out for a few. He didn’t ask me to suck his dick. He opted to go ahead and stick it in. His fucking technique was okay, but he came way too quickly. I was thinking to myself, “Dayum, yet another two-minute brother!”
Tom, on the other hand, was a great lover. William got up and went in the living room while Tom came in the bedroom, already butt-naked, and worked his way backward from his cousin, spreading my legs wide open without uttering a word and proceeding to suck my pussy good, and for a long time, too. Then he feasted on my nipples, one at a time, sucking on them like a newborn baby. He kissed me with the taste of my pussy on his mouth. He was a much better kisser than his cousin. His tongue was soft and thick, and I enjoyed it very much.
Tom did the daddy longstroke on my pussy, grinding his dick into me nice and slow. He lasted much longer. He was far from a two-minute brother, and he hit it from all sides: the front, the back, and with me lying on my side. But, he really tore my pussy up when he fucked me doggy-style. He grabbed my ass cheeks with a kung fu grip and tore it up just the way I like it. That shit makes me cum so hard. Ummmm, if I was gonna ever take on a long-term lover, Tom would’ve been the one. Unfortunately, I knew that was out the fucking question, since he was only here for the weekend. I decided to just enjoy him while he was here.
Tom and I fucked and sucked on each other for hours. William’s sorry ass must’ve gone out in the living room and passed out on the couch, drunk. He didn’t reappear until almost sunrise. Like most men, he woke up with a hard-on and came back for some more.
I decided it was time for the grand finale and told them I wanted them to both fuck me at the same time. Why have two dicks if you’re not going to use them both simultaneously? I straddled over William’s hips, sat down on his dick, and began to ride it, squeezing my pussy muscles on it as I went up and down on it slowly. Tom started fingering my ass. I could feel a little cum trickling down the inside of my thighs.
He stuck two fingers in my ass and then pushed my back down so my stomach was lying flat on William’s chest and I began to kiss him. I could feel the head of Tom’s dick rubbing up against my asshole, and then he slowly started to put it in. The anticipation was killing me, I wanted a dick in my ass so bad. I didn’t have to wait much longer, ’cause he stuck that bad boy up in my ass and went to work on it. William must have got his second wind, because his dick stayed hard a long time that go-round. I guess most men are like that, the second nut taking longer to achieve than the first. All I can say is that I had both their dicks in me long enough for my cum to be all over the fucking place. That’s one thing I love about being a multiorgasmic woman. The cum never ends, and it’s so physically gratifying.
We all fell asleep in the bed together for a few hours. After we woke up, we took a shower together and ate each other for breakfast. First they put me on the kitchen table and took turns eating me out, pouring honey and syrup on my pussy and ass. It was wild. I had them both stand in front of me and alternated between sucking their dicks, holding onto both of them at the same time and going from dick to dick until I had a hellava rhythm working. I got bold and decided to put both the heads into my mouth at once. I suckled on them bad boys with a vengeance. My mouth was sore as shit, but it was worth it when they both came in my mouth at the same time.
William took me back to the juke joint to get my car and then asked for my phone number. I told him I’d take his instead, knowing good and dayum well my ass would never call him. Now, if it was Tom’s number, that would have been a totally different story. My little escapade ended right there. I know it’s inevitable that I’ll run into William again at the club or on the street or in a store. That’s how small towns are. But, as far as I’m concerned, our friendship, if you can call it that, began and ended that same night. Easy come, easy go!
/> The Voyeur
Six months, that’s how long I watched him. Six whole months. Ever since my sister gave me a telescope for my birthday, I had been watching him from across the avenue. I have been living in my apartment for three years. Until six months ago, I never knew he existed.
We both live on the ninth floor of our respective buildings. I have no idea how long he has lived in his building. That’s not surprising, since I don’t even know his name. None of that matters much because he and I can never be together. At least, not in a real relationship. My husband would never allow it.
Yes, I am married, and have been for five years. Leonard and I moved here to Chicago from New York City when his brokerage firm relocated him. I am a branch manager at a bank. We are very well off, and he takes great care of me, spoils me even.