Dave

 

 I had been picked up from the Boarding School by my aunt and uncle to spend the holiday season with their family. Cal had a good heart but seemed quite under his wife Pat’s thumb. I hadn’t seen my cousin’s Dave, Jimmy, Candy and Sherry in many months, it would be nice to get away from the nun’s tyrannical rule and spend time with my extended family. My birthday had just passed without the benefit of a call, card or letter. Since my family had died in a house fire at the age of eight I bounced from one foster care home to another until the state placed me at the school. I was grateful to be acknowledged.

 Dave and Jimmy shared a room, as did Candy and Sherry, Pat and Cal slept in the master bedroom. This left me to sleep on the couch in the living room. The other’s still had a few more days of school to attend before there holiday vacation began. Pat and Cal would arise early to go to work. Pat would wake me before she left and move me to the big bed in the master bedroom, so that I might rest undisturbed by the others. As there was only one bathroom in the house a great deal of cooperation was necessary to coordinate its use. I would hear the boys get up at night to use the toilet. I knew it was the guy’s because of the distinctive sound they would make when they urinated in the toilet bowl. I would sleep in after the others left for school and felt quite lonely in the empty house.

 One morning after Pat had woke me and I had stumbled to the large bed and collapsed on it falling into a deep sleep, I had the oddest dream. I dreamt a feather was tickling me. It started on my leg and ran up my body lightly touching my thighs and pelvis. It than brushed over my abdomen and stomach pausing at my chest drawing rings around the nipple area of my breast and finally brushing my cheek to lightly touch my lips. The sensations caused a familiar warmth to spread from the pit of my stomach radiating to the area of my crotch. Moisture began to seep from my pee hole and seemed to dribble down the crease of my ass. I awoke groggily thinking perhaps I needed to go to the bathroom. I opened my eyes to find my cousin Dave kneeling on the floor next me. His hand was tracing gently the outline of my swollen breast my nipples had risen to meet his touch. “What are you doing?” I asked. Nervously Dave replied; “Something to make you feel really good”. I had to admit this familiar sensation was not unpleasant and what would be the harm. I nodded my approval and Dave smiled broadly.

 Dave’s hand became firmer in its touch. He kissed my forehead and began kneading my breast tweaking my outstretched nipple between his thumb and forefinger. I was feeling warm to begin with and this seemed to stoke the fire. The more he touched me, the more I wanted him too. His hand traveled down to the area between my legs and I had to spread them to allow him access to my now burning crotch. I began to sweat and he asked, “Are you feeling warm?” I nodded yes as my breathing became shallow and quick. “Why don’t I help you out of those pajamas?” he asked. Again I nodded yes pleading, “Please do!” He unbuttoned my top and I sat up that he might more easily slide it over my shoulders and down my arms. His head sank to my chest as my breasts came into view and he suckled each tit in turn. His mouth service only heightened the warmth coming from my crotch and drew an ecstatic moan from my throat. I looked down to see my breasts appeared larger as were my nipples. He licked my protruding tits and a shudder ran through my body, like an electric current. I lifted my butt that he might remove my pajama pants and he kissed my peach fuzz crotch as he did so. He spent a long time running his hands all over my body, studying every inch closely with his eyes, mouth and tongue. His head slipped between my legs and I shuddered as I felt his tongue slide along my gash and his finger dipped into my pee hole. His touch only caused my temperature to increase and my heart to race. I was finding it difficult to catch my breath. The more he touched me the more I wanted him to.

 He rose and stood next to the bed. “I want you try something different, are you game?” “Yes!” was my all to eager reply. “OK, but you have to close your eyes, open your mouth and promise not to peek.” Dave said. I rose to my knees, closed my eyes, opened my mouth and nodded my approval. I could hear the rasp of a zipper and the rustle of clothing. I felt Dave’s hands on either side of my head urging me forward. I could smell a familiar musky odor and I felt something akin to a sucker being inserted in my waiting mouth. “Suck it!” Dave groaned. I was eager to comply and my hands came up to steady myself and I felt his bare legs. I ran them up and over the curve of his ass to the small of his back. Curiously I ran my hands over his hips to his flat stomach and began to trail down to his crotch area. The first thing I noticed was he had a lot of hair down there and then my hands encountered a pole jutting out from his hairy crotch and a sack dangling underneath with two ball like objects. He groaned as I squeezed his sack and the sucker leaked a drop of salty fluid and began to swell. He instructed me to keep my eyes closed as he laid me back on the bed. I could feel the bed shift with his weight as he climbed on and lifted my leg so that he could position himself between them. I felt something brush my inner thigh and he lifted my legs at the knee and pulled me towards him. I felt his cock wedge itself in my pee hole. “Open your eyes” he said and I did. There jutting from between his legs was a cock about six inches long and a three and a half inches in diameter. I could not see the tip of it as it appeared lodged inside me. I looked up at Dave’s face as he lunged forward while raising my legs. I felt my pee hole spread to accommodate his girth as his cock plunged to its hilt inside me. I yelped in glee as his hairy crotch bumped up against my peach fuzz knocking the wind out of me. Dave paused to allow my canal to adjust and I found the flame inside me was now a full-blown inferno. I could feel my muscles tugging at his cock and I wiggled my hips to be repaid with the most exquisite feeling. Dave began to withdraw his cock only to plunge it back in again. I felt compelled to wrap my arms around his brawny neck and found I could leverage myself like a swing. I soon matched his movements with my own and found the knot in my stomach had become almost unbearable. That’s when I felt the head of his dick swell inside me. He groaned, took one massive plunge and I felt his hot cum slam against my insides and dripple out my pee hole. Dave collapsed atop me taking my breath away (but that annoying knot still remained). As Dave rolled off me I caught a glimpse of Jimmy’s face peaking around the door and then it disappeared.

  “That was great!” Dave muttered. I looked down at my ravaged pussy and saw it was leaking creamy white cum, drops of which trailed across my leg toward Dave. Dave got up and grabbed his clothes preparing to leave the room. I grabbed his now flaccid cock and smiling leaned forward to wrap my lips around it saying, “I can’t have you leaving all dirty now can I?” as I winked and licked and sucked him clean. Dave groaned his approval as I felt his cock growing yet again and knew my pussy was about to be visited again. Finally an exhausted boy dressed to leave and cautioned me never to tell anyone what we had done, it was our secret. He left me to ponder why do boys always caution girls not to talk about this? Why do boys think they are unique in their attributes?