Cousin And I Discover Promised Land (Part Two)

Karen and I finished putting our clothes back on and climbed down from the hay loft. We brushed off the hay from each other and used the moment to feel up each other and kiss for another passionate session. She is fourteen and I am fifteen yet we are making out like we are in our twenties. We broke away from each other, straighten our clothes again and were just leaving the barn when we heard my Mom shouting from the house that it was supper time. Â

We went back into our rooms in the house and got changed into nicer clothes for supper. I put on clean underwear and hid my sex stained shorts deep under the pile of dirty clothes in the laundry hamper. Â

As I came into the dining room I saw Karen sitting across the table from my seat and she had changed into a very nice blouse that was a little low cut and showing some of her cleavage…just a hint of things to come.  I thought I could just make out a hint of nipples under her blouse and wondered if she had not worn a bra under her top.

At the same time I saw the mountain of food that had been prepared for supper and, being a male teenager, my mind changed gears from sex addict to eating machine instantly.

I ate like a staved buzzard on a gut wagon!

Karen was smiling at me across the table each time I would grab another piece of fried chicken. I soon felt her foot moving up my leg and touch my knee. I had no idea where this was going to go but I had an erection and was ready for action.

About this time my Mom asked me to please go into the kitchen and get some more ice tea for everyone. My heart sank because there was no way I was going to be able to hide the huge tent in my pants. I looked at Karen and she was just smiling at me with a very wicked smile on her face.

“I’ll get the tea for him,” she said as she moved her chair back from the table. “He is too busy eating to concentrate on walking or thinking right now”. Everyone laughed as they noticed the pile of chicken bones on my plate and the mouth full of meat I was inhaling at the moment. Â

I just looked at them all, smiled and mumbled a “thank you” towards Karen as she headed towards the kitchen. I continued to cram mass quantities of food into my face and was amazed at the wonderful smells and tastes as they very briefly passed through my mouth.

I looked towards the kitchen to see Karen inside looking back at me. From where she was standing I was the only person able to see her. She reached down, grabbed the bottom of her blouse and quickly raised it up, flashing me a shot of her breasts! She was not wearing a bra, answering the earlier question I had regarding specific items of clothing under her blouse.

Needless to say, the blood that had gone to my stomach to aid in digesting food had an emergency message to head further south to attend a very rapidly growing matter. I was shocked at Karen’s’ flash and the fact she did it with all of our families so close. I was also hard as a cold steel beam and had suddenly quit eating. Apparently no blood remained in the region of my brain that controlled the jaw muscles.

Karen quickly pulled her blouse back down, pointed to her breasts and then back to me with a huge smile on her face. I could see her mouth the words “all yours” as she came into the dining room with the ice tea pitcher. She went back to her seat across table from me, leaned down and placed the pitcher in the middle of the table. Â

As she leaned down I looked right down the front of her blouse and saw those wonderful breasts again. Her nipples had hardened and I could see them outlined against her blouse as she sat down in her seat. As she scooted her chair back up to the table she looked across at me and smiled that wicked smile again and had a gleam in her eyes.

“Thank you for everything” I heard myself stammer and smiled right back at her.

We finished supper, did the dishes and went back outside to do the nightly ranch chores. I loaded up a couple bales of hay into the back of the truck and Karen and I drove out to the cow pastures past the pond. She laughed as the cows saw the truck and came sprinting towards us knowing it was suppertime for them.

“They are just like you at supper time, huh?” she giggled as they crowded around the truck eagerly waiting for me to throw them flakes of hay.

“Yep, and just like you, they are showing me their boobs, too” I said as I threw the hay out to the herd.

She laughed and asked me, “So, did you like that little show in the kitchen?”

“Karen, I loved it. It was a little bit racy and you would have been in a lot of trouble if you had been caught with your blouse above your head, but I loved it”.

“I knew there was no way you would have been able to get up from the table in your condition, and I WAS the one responsible for doing that to you, so I just figured it was fair that I rescue you at the moment. It made me feel all tingly when I flashed you and sort of horny, too” she said as she moved next to me. She reached over and grabbed my hand and squeezed it tightly. “I really liked what we did in the barn this afternoon. I never knew it could feel that good. I thought I would be embarrassed for you to see me naked like that, but it just felt right to me”.

“Me, too” I said as I kicked the last bit of hay off the truck. I turned towards her and looked deeply into the incredible eyes. “I have never felt like this before. I have been naked a lot in the showers after gym or sports, but never with a girl. I thought I was going to feel weird or scared or strange, but with you I just felt like it was a very special thing”.

I brought her close to me and we kissed deeply, our tongues dancing across each others mouth, exploring and probing with a passion. Her hands came to the small of my back and pulled me into her even closer. I moved my hands to her back and slid them down to her rear and pulled her tight into my hips. I could feel her body move into my growing erection and begin to gyrate slowly against it. Our kissing became hotter and deeper, our hands pulling each other ever tighter against each other.

I pulled back from her, fighting for air and sucking in deep breaths.

“This is incredible” I panted, again looking at the fire in her eyes and those wonderful soft lips. “I need to remember to breathe when we do this”.

“I think my panties are wet again” Karen said as she slipped a hand down her pants. “My goodness, I’m soaked! I even put on a pad so I wouldn’t get my pants soaked…it has never been this wet before!”

“Can I see?” I asked as I began to move my hand towards her pants zipper.

“Sure, as long as I can see yours, too” she said as she moved her hands to my belt and began to loosen it.

“Like I would object?” I said as I lowered her pants down to her knees and moved my hands to the front of her pink cotton panties. I could feel the pad under the crotch of her panties and knew it hid the treasure I was seeking. Â

She had my belt loosened and had dropped my pants down to my ankles. She reached through the fly of my boxers and grabbed my throbbing manhood. Â

I blew a huge load of cum up her arm and all over her hand as she started to milk my erection.

“That was fast” she said as she continued to stroke and milk me.

“Sometimes it doesn’t take much, and this was one of those times” I managed to say. It does indeed have a mind of it’s own at times.

I moved my hand inside down the front of her panties as she moved her legs out just a bit so I could feel her vagina. My fingers moved past her pubic mound, down past the wisps of hair and I felt the top of her slit. I could feel her legs tremble slightly as I let my finger tip slide over her clitoris and move down slightly to her opening.

She was indeed soaked.

“That feels SO good when you do that” she said as she moved her hips into my hand.

“We better take these off if we don’t want them to get stained and smell like sex” she said as she moved back slightly and began to drop her panties down. Just the sight of seeing her vagina again made me tremble with excitement.

“Karen, we need to move over into the trees so no one can see us out here in the middle of the pasture. Just in case someone is taking a little stroll after supper. No sense in taking that risk, huh?” I asked. Every fiber of my being wanted to take her right there in the back of the truck, in front of the cows and everyone. Â

She looked up at me and smiled. “Yeah, we should move out of the middle of the pasture at least. You know of a good spot where no one can find us” she asked as she reluctantly pulled her panties and pants back up and jumped out of the back of the truck into the crowd of cows.

My mind was racing…where can we go so no one can see us but still not worry about us. The pond has lots of trees around it that would hide the truck but was too close to the house. There was a grove of trees at the back of the far pasture that would conceal the truck but cause concern to the adults if they came looking for us.

“Why, exactly, were you parked back here in the trees?” I could hear my Mom asking me. “And where is that fishy smell coming from?” No, we had to find a good safe spot that would allow us the freedom to explore our passions without getting caught.

I had an erection that wanted to explore the hidden treasures of my cousin and by golly it was not going to be denied!

The barn again? Perhaps. Way too close to the house and someone could walk into it at any moment and hear us. I had no plans on being quiet and I know Karen was pretty vocal when she was excited, so unless we planned on wearing gags, we had to stay quiet.

No way we could do anything in the house. That was not even an option. So where can we go? Where can we hide out and explore the depths of out mad passions for each other and not be discovered?

The tree fort!!

My brother and I had built the tree fort in a small grove of trees out past the pond years ago.  We used to spend the night up there for a lot of summers when it was too hot to sleep in the house. We had taken a lot of care and time to build it right, too. The roof on it was water tight, so even in a downpour it was dry inside. It was about 10’ by 10’ inside with windows on all sides. A trap door and rope ladder was the only entrance to our castle. It had no electricity or running water but it was our dream home away from home for many years. I had not been inside it for almost a year but it shouldn’t take much to shake off the dust and prepare for our passion session!

“I know the perfect spot” I told her as I laid out the location and story of the tree fort.

“That sounds perfect” Karen said. “How far is it from here?” she asked looking around the pasture fencing towards the far pond.

“It’s back behind that row of trees and really hidden in a giant oak tree. Climb in the truck and let’s go see it” I said as I started up the truck and moved through the herd of cows towards our little love nest. This could be perfect I thought to myself.

It took a few minutes to go through the gates and pastures before we reached the hidden grove of trees that harbored our love castle. You could not see it from the field and almost had to be directly underneath the tree before you saw the fort. We designed it that way and it worked perfectly.

Night was just starting to fall as we reached the base of the tree and freed the rope ladder into the bottom of the tree house. It seemed smaller now than before but I know it did not shrink.

I climbed up first and opened the trap door into the room. It was just as we had left it and it did not appear that anything had moved in while we were gone. I shook out the blankets to make sure there were no critters, alive or dead, and shouted down to Karen to come on up.

She entered the room cautiously as she got to the top of the ladder. “Is it safe?” she asked before moving any further up the ladder.

“Not a single rat in sight up here. Guess the snakes ate them all” I said, which brought her to an immediate stop on the ladder.

“You are just kidding, aren’t you” she asked, frozen in place.

I laughed out loud at her. “No snakes, either. That was for flashing me at supper”

“Ha ha ha, very funny. I hate snakes…and rats. Not real wild about spiders either. You got any of them up here” she asked as she slowly came up the ladder into the fort.

I had not even considered insects before this very moment. We had a few flies in the heat of the summer from time to time but I don’t ever recall seeing spiders or other bugs inside the fort.

“All clear on the critter situation. Nothing alive up here but us” I said as I quickly scanned the corners for spider webs and the window sills for any telltale signs of multi-legged critters. Thankfully we were alone.

“Hey, this is sorta nice up here” Karen said as she stood up in the fort. “You did a nice job building this. You should be proud of this” she said as she admired the view from the windows.

“Thanks for the compliments” I said as I came up behind her as she looked out the window towards the sunset. I kissed her softly on her neck and loved how soft her skin was against my lips.

“Mmmmm…that feels nice” she purred as she leaned her head over giving me even more access to her neck. I continued to kiss her, moving from her ear down to the shoulder then back up again. When I got back up to her ear area I discovered that magic spot I had located earlier In the day in the hay loft.

“Oh yeah, right there…” she whispered softly as I massaged that area with my lips and tongue. She began to make happy sounds, not words, just sounds as I continued my quest for passion. She reached up with her hand and pulled my head into hers as her breathing began to quicken and become more shallow.

“Don’t stop…just like that….keep doing it just like that….that feels SOOOO good” she said with her eyes closed and she moved her other hand up under her blouse to her breasts. She began to finger and knead her nipples which increased the pace of her breathing even more. I knew she was getting close to something that was going to be good for her, and I was getting close, too.

“I’m almost there….don’t stop….this is so wonderful” she voiced into the room. I reached around her and moved my hand under her blouse and cupped her other breast.  This sent a shock wave through her body and caused to become weak in the knees a bit.

“I’m gonna cum….gonna….oh yeah….gonna cum….here…it….comes” she said as her body tightened and wave after wave of pleasure washed over her. I did not stop what I was doing except to move her nipple between my thumb and index finger, causing her to reach a whole new level of pleasure, shouting into the air as her body shook, spasm after spasm, wave after wave flowing over her body. Â

Her knees buckled and I slowly lowered down to the floor on top of some blankets. I stopped rubbing her breast and nipple and began to just slowing stroke her hair and across her belly as she fought to regain her breath. I moved my hands slowly as her breathing began to come slower and her heartbeat eased off just a bit.

“You are amazing, you know that?” she asked, opening her eyes and struggling to regain her bearings. Her breathing was relaxing but her heart was still on warp drive.

“I don’t know about amazing, but you seemed to enjoy it” I stammered, flushed with the thought that someone considered anything I did to be amazing. Perhaps I have a hidden talent that needs to be manifested and trained to a higher level, like what I did with masturbation!

“I made a mess in my shorts for sure with that one” Karen said as she reached her hand down inside her pants. “Yeah, that was a soaker. I knew I should have taken them off when I got into the room.”

I liked the idea she was thinking about taking off her panties when she climbed into the fort. I liked any idea that involved her taking off her panties.

“Well, we can take them off now and try and let them dry off while we are up here. At least they won’t get any wetter” I threw out there hoping it made sense.

“I guess better late than never is better than keeping them on, huh? You had better take yours off, too, unless you have suddenly gained some sort of control over your thingee going off all the time” she said as she pointed to my erection inside my pants.

I was ready to explode at any second, and her pointing that out to me did not make it any better. I agreed it was a good idea and quickly got naked inside the fort. I turned around to see Karen had already taken off her blouse and was sitting down taking off her pants and panties. Her legs were aimed directly towards me and I got an incredible view of her crotch as she removed her clothes.

This was more than I was able to handle and I knew I was going to blow a load any second.

“Hey, are you going to cum again?” she asked as she scooted towards me with her head at my crotch level. “Hold on for just a second, okay? You got to taste me earlier today but I never got to taste you. Just let me know when you are ready, okay?” she asked as she grabbed my rocket and aimed it towards her mouth.

Just the heat from her hand was all it took to move my rocket into a full launch mode.

“Here it comes” I managed to say as the first wave ripped through me like an electric shock. My knees buckled slightly as I felt her put her mouth around my erection and this put me into a whole new level of pleasure I had never experienced. Wave after wave washed over me and stream after stream rocketed out into her throat. She was making some sounds from her throat but I was not in the right frame of mind to ask her what she was saying at the moment.

She began to suck on the end of my erection and used her tongue like she was licking a lollipop. This was an entire new lesson in carnal pleasure for me.

Mind you, I had masturbated a few thousand times already in my young life, and thought I knew about every level of pleasure that can be reached via that method of pleasure seeking. It would vary a bit depending on what I was using for either a visual or mental stimulant at the moment, but I was sure I had experienced every level and sub-level of orgasmic pleasure that could be attained.

I was so wrong.

My knees finally gave out on me and I came down onto the blankets beside her.

“You okay?” she asked me as I rolled over on my back and struggled for a full breath of air.

“Karen, that was so far past what I have ever experienced before, that was so far past incredible, my goodness….let me collect myself here for moment” was all I could utter at the moment.

“Yep, that is sort of what happened to me, too. I mean that it feels good when I do it to myself, you know, play with myself. But what you did was so far past that. I know what you mean now about being incredible feeling” she said as she laid down beside me and moved her hands across my stomach and chest.

“You tasted strange at first but kinda good, too. Sort of a cross between salty paste and plain yogurt…but in a good way. Have you ever tasted it before” she wondered out loud.

“Taste my own cum? No, not that I can remember. Never even thought about tasting it before. Just thought it would be sorta gross I guess. Hey” I asked, looking down at my shrinking member, “did you swallow the entire thing?”

“Well, yes, I did swallow all the stuff that came out, but no, I did not put your whole thingee in my mouth. I liked what I was able to do but you sort of did not give me a lot of time to enjoy it before you exploded. I would like to play with it some more it you’re ready for it” she said, looking down at crotch.

“Karen, it’s always ready to be played with by you. And I promise I will make it last a lot longer this time before I go, okay” I said as she moved down my body and put her head next to my crotch.

She reached out with her hand and placed it around my now limp member and squeezed it gently. I could feel the alarm in my head already going off to start the blood pumping south. Her hand was soft and she began to lightly stroke me slowly, blood engorging my member with each stroke and within a few strokes I was almost hard again.

“That is so neat how it can just do that” she said as she stroked me gently and slowly, a dab of precum beginning to escape from the tip. “Hey, there’s some stuff coming out already. Taste this” she said as she took her fingertip and removed the small dollop of cum from the tip and placed it up to my mouth.

I did not have a lot of time to think about taking my own cum or not. I did not have to think about if it was going to make me gay, weird or an addict of some kind. Â

I just did it,

I opened my mouth and she put her finger inside. I closed my mouth and felt her fingertip on my tongue. I sucked her finger for a second and could taste her finger as well as something else, which I just assume was my own cum. I was very prepared for it to taste like brussel sprout juice or something awful, but actually, it did not have much of a taste to it at all. A bit salty maybe, but not much of a taste. Â

“Not bad, huh” Karen asked as she continued to stroke me.

“Not bad at all” I responded back to her. “A little bit salty, just like you said, but not gross or anything”.

She smiled up at me and moved her mouth down over my member and took almost the entire thing into her throat. That did two things: one was make me almost loose my load instantly, and the other was make her gag.

“Go easy there, Karen. Maybe just a little at a time?” I asked as I settled back down, remembering my promise to make it last longer this time and not explode right out of the blocks.

She placed just the head into her mouth and began to lick and suck. She began to slowly plunge her head further down each time and moved her hand under her mouth to stroke me with each plunge.

I have never been very good at stopping an ejaculation. Frankly, I don’t recall ever having to do it before this moment, so I am not really for sure how to stop the train once it heads down the tracks. I always figured the entire goal of playing with it was to make it explode, and sooner was always better than later. Having never been to the later mode, I was just guessing here, but sooner was always my mode of selection. The faster the better.

Karen is working pure magic on me at the moment, and the moment I have trained for is quickly coming. I have trained very hard and long at how to arrive at this moment. Â

Stopping it? Not so much.

I heard one guy in the locker room say once that he thought of his grandma naked and the guy he was talking to said he tried doing hard math problems in his head. At the time I could not understand why you would want to stop it.

So I tried to think of what my grandma would look like naked. She would be short with white hair, a bit stooped over, long sagging breasts with big nipples, sagging skin down to her stomach, a white haired vaginal bush, and that is where this train almost wrecks again. No matter how sick it sounds, it still has a vagina and breasts….gotta try some math.

I start with multiplication tables and moved very quickly from them to algebra, then geometry and finally to calculus before I was able to feel any slow down in my run away train. And I think this was a crime, too, cause what she was doing to my member should be a highly sought after prize and remembered for life! And instead of that I am questioning the tangents and angles of objects that mean nothing to me except to somehow prolong the moment I have been training for now for years.

Karen was working me like toilet plunger. Up and down, licking and sucking, stroking me with her hands. I loved this too much to keep thinking of higher math. It was time to give in and just let it happen.

I relaxed and just concentrated on what she was doing. It was magic.

I could feel my stomach begin to tighten and knew I was heading down to the end of the tracks soon.

“It won’t be long now. That feels so incredible. Keep doing what you‘re doing” I panted out, letting her know she was making me very happy and the end was near.

I put my hand on the back of her head and can feel the suction and release from her mouth. Suddenly she changes her stroking rate and doubles it with her hand. This kicked the train into warp drive down the tracks.

I can hear sounds coming out of my mouth but have no idea what I am saying. I think I told her it felt really good or something to that effect, but for all I know I just sang “Mary Had A Little Time” in Spanish. Regardless, I feel my nuts begin to tighten and know what is about to happen next.

“HERE IT COMES” I shout out as my entire body spasms, my back arches, my fists clench and a volcano erupts from my crotch. I hear myself screaming in pleasure as wave after wave roll across my body, crashing, building, crashing, building, crashing, building a bit slower, crashing again, am I breathing?

Karen keeps up the pace until I have the presence of mind to hold her head still and then stop her hand from stroking me. I am at a sensitivity level I have never experienced before.

I know my heart is beating cause I can feel the jack-hammer going off in my chest. I am not conscious of actually breathing but know I must be doing it cause I am still alive, or at least for the moment.

That was the most incredible moment of my life.

Karen moves her body up and rests her head on mine. She leans down and kisses me with a deep passionate kiss and I can taste the salt inside her mouth. I know what it is and I could care less. Every fiber of my body is exhausted, but I am alive.

She leans up and looks into my eyes with those incredible sparkling eyes of hers. “Now do that to me” she says.

I can’t move my arms or legs and can barely think. The part that is capable of functioning in my brain is a bit busy sending signals to my lungs to breath and my heart to beat, Yet somewhere deep in my soul is a voice screaming to roll over on Karen’s’ crotch and pleasure her.

“Karen, you’re going to have to give me a moment here, Maybe two or three even. What you just did was so far out there….somewhere….I need a moment here” I could hear myself say as I struggle through the fog in my head.

I have discovered the best thing in life, she will be here for days to come, and I have no idea how I am going to survive the week at this pace.

But one thing for sure is going to happen. From now on I am going to refuse to think about Grandma or higher math.

End of Part Two
Stay tuned for Part Three (Pop Goes The Cherry)