The Misbegotten

[He bubbles to the quiet, calm of awareness. His breathing is ragged. There is a light sheen of perspiration on his stone-hard forehead. He mutters, “Here we go…” and dives back down… in time.]

I woke up to the smell of marijuana. The windows opposite my bed were open. They let in the cool summer air into my room, lessening the sharp odor of the burning, pungent herb. The TV was off. Only the bright light of the moon illuminated the area. I glanced up from my pillow.

I found her in the dark, sitting on my desk, smoking, about ten feet away from where I lay. I was just able to discern the feeble glow of the lit joint in her hand.

She brought it to her mouth and inhaled - a sharp intake.

I could tell that her blouse was open. I could see her breasts in the soft light.

Her large nipples pointed, erect in the wafting air coming from outside. She was basking in the feeling, breathing long, slow breaths when she wasn’t holding in the smoke. She was allowing the night to caress her body. She had one foot resting on one of the arms of the office chair near the desk. Her other leg dangled off the edge of the desk.

As my eyes gained strength in the semi-darkness, I realized she was completely naked form the waist down. She wasn’t just enjoying the touch of the playful breeze against her breasts. She liked the gentle touch of it along the folds of her vagina. That’s why her nipples were hard. It wasn’t from the cold. There was no cold that night. It was turning her on, arousing her with the combination of the elements and the drugs!

She was so beautiful and erotic at the same time, I felt myself thickening in my shorts at the sight of her.

She exhaled, sending a large puff of smoke out of the window – a long, languorous exhalation as if she were savoring the taste. She was waiting for the weed to alter her state of her mind. This was the practiced patience of a long-time pot smoker. Be easy; let it come on its own.

I couldn’t help myself. I smiled. Katie had always been such a bad girl…

Of a sudden, she turned toward me. Her eyes, twin shards, reflected the moonlight. They seemed illuminant from the top down, giving her an eerie sort of look. Although I hadn’t so much as raised my head, she sensed something was different with me, most likely my breathing. It was no longer rhythmic, paced with sleep.

“You awake, Effy?” she addressed the darkness, her voice wistful, waif-like.

“Yes,” I whispered back.

She doused the joint.

On what, I couldn’t tell.

She got off the desk and came to the edge of the bed, her hand coming forth to grab my right foot. She began by squeezing my toes. Then, after a few seconds, she took hold of the entire ball of my foot and used it as some sort of anchor to pull herself onto the bed.

Out of instinct, I brought my legs closer together, so she could straddle them. I felt her smooth thighs against my chins, so tantalizing. I was aware her pussy would most likely gape in that position. I was as hard as a rock. My body, by nature, knew her womanhood was less than two feet away. As desperate as a man on Death Row, I wanted to be inside it.

She put her weight on me, while she arched her back and took off her top.

For the first time in my life, my cousin, Katie, was nude before me - glorious, warm, and soft.

I didn’t know my cock could stiffen more, but it did.

She must’ve felt my body go rigid, because she looked down just below my waist.

I could tell by the shape of her face, even in diffused light, she was smiling.

She grabbed the waistband of my shorts.

I lifted my hips to make it easier for her to take them off.

She was able to pull down about four inches before the front of the garment got hung up on the tip of my penis.

I heard her giggle like she used to when we were kids, playing - except this was a game of a different sort. This was one where I flipped the waistband of my shorts over and my cock sprung into the night air before her.

“Aaah,” she moaned through a breath, “bigger than last time.” It was a thought verbalized without her caring she’d done so.

I hunched upward from the bed and took off my shirt.

She pulled my shorts the rest of the way off. Her hands were already going between her own legs to accomplish the task. When they came free of my heels, she tossed my bottoms over her head and stared down at me.

For the first time in her life, I was nude before her - hard, warm, and male.

She leaned forward until her hands were on my chest, digging her nails into me. She scratched me down the whole length of my body, making me shiver with delight. Her hands passed within inches of my throbbing dick. When she reached my knees, she stopped. With a minimal amount of pressure, she pushed my legs apart. My feet passed under her taut vagina. One of my toes brushed against the moist, pliant folds of skin there. She squealed with anticipation.

Then, she was between my legs. She moved up a foot or so and bent down. She blew hot breath along the girth of my cock.

To my disbelief, it became even more engorged, maybe too much. It was on the verge of becoming painful. Yet, it was a good kind of pain, one I could relish. I felt her nails once again, swirling about my kneecaps, flowing upward to my thighs. Then, she came to the more sensitive inner portions until she was making designs around my manhood. She did that for no more than ten heartbeats when I felt something warm and velvety surround to the tip of my cock.

I gasped as she, in one sudden move, took me as far as she could. The head of my penis bumped into the back of her throat in one swift movement.

My cousin had just throated me! It was all I could think. The thought exploded across my brain, my synapses flashing and firing to the last. Katie, my beloved cousin, was making love to me with her mouth!

I felt one her hands encircle me, at the base and grip, firm.

She salivated, producing profuse amounts, using her spit to lubricate her throat as she took me over and over at a steady pace. It seemed to mirror my heart as it thumped in my chest. Her tongue flicked beyond her lips, tasting the upper regions of my scrotum every time she took me as far as she could.

Never before, had I felt such a wondrous sensation. No other girl I ever given me head like that - so thorough, so strong and with such confidence. Even as I write this, I cannot help but feel a twinge at how good it felt to have her mouth and throat clenched around me. My cousin, my Katie, was giving me pleasure beyond my wildest dreams. My mouth watered. My taste-buds yearned of a sudden, almost aching, making me thirsty in an odd, but special manner. A visual manifestation became something physical. Her, I had to have her in every way it was possible to have a woman.

“Katie, I want to taste you,” I said a minute later. I knew if I didn’t break her rhythm soon, I was going to cum like thunder right into her stomach.

She disengaged her mouth from me, but continued stroking it from top to bottom.

“I still want you in my mouth, Eff. I love the way you cock fills me. I need it still… I want it.” She was out of breath, gulping and heaving. The whole time, her hand never left the firmness of me, not for an instant. She did not stop. She kept rubbing her hand along my length.

“Flip around, so we can have each other,” I suggested.

At once, she wheeled her body around, crab-walking on hands and knees. In a few quick moves, our heads were opposite one another, our faces brushing against our most private parts.

Without skipping a beat, she lowered her mouth back on my penis and took me to the hilt, and held it there.

I groaned with pleasure inhaling, looking up to see her pussy only inches from my nose. It was petite with small somewhat girl-like outer labia’s, no more than three and a half inches in length. It was perfect, smooth, devoid of hair. With her legs spread, the tension opened her up just as I had imagined earlier. I could see a pair of petal shaped inner lips protruding further than the outer ones, darker and soaked with juices. Desire, her most licentious thoughts, drove copious amounts of moisture to her vagina. She was soaking.

I came closer to her, my eyes memorizing everything about her sex. She had a bulbous hood that should’ve concealed the button of her clitoris with ease, but not on this night. Her clit was as engorged as my cock felt. It looked like a plump blueberry about to burst before my eyes. If ever was a girl ready to fuck, Katie was that night. Her pussy was like an inviting flower hovering above my face. It bounced as she stroked my dick with her gullet again and again.

I came toward her, inhaling her scent, filling my lungs with the essence of her. She was fresh, clean, with an underlying musk that made my heart pound hard. My blood coursed through my veins. I could wait no longer. I enclosed my lips over her clit and sucked with care.

From the lower portion of my body, she gagged on my penis. The sound came out muffled as her entire body shook with ecstasy. Her nails dug into my calves as she continued to shove her head all the way down. She was slamming the head of my cock into her tonsils. Not once did she break rhythm. Not once did she pause to swallow or alter her breathing.

I moaned from deep in my throat, telling her without speaking, what she was doing felt so good.

Returning the favor, I began to flick my tongue from side-to-side as fast as I could over her exposed clit.

Within seconds, she began to buck and shake from my efforts.

I could feel the muscles in her legs tighten as the sensations were building from within. I encircled my arms about her hips, my hands clasping onto the flesh of her ass cheeks. I pulled her to me. I held her fast against my mouth and my vibrating tongue.

She came up off of my penis, holding it vice-like in her hand. “Oh god, Eff! Oh god, oh god, what the fuck are you doing? I’m gonna cum on that tongue of yours! Oh, baby, don’t stop… just like that… just like… ah, fuck me with your mouth.” She was urgent, insistent and wanton.

If there were any barriers between us, they shattered as if they had never existed. Katie was mine and I was hers.

I brought my hands further down, to either side, so I could open her further. I shifted my tongue from her clit, pushing instead into the warm folds of her vagina. I swallowed all the tangy, sweet juices flowing from her. Within seconds, she had the hairs on my chin drenched with them.

I returned to her clit, shoving the tip of my nose into her pussy, so she could grind on it. Her smell filled my lungs, her fragrance coming into me as I breathed. It became dream-like. I was inside of Katie in places at once. We had formed a circle of exchange. It repeated, again and again, with every inhalation, with every thrust, with every taste. I could feel the tension return. Just like a moment ago, I held her in place, forcing her to feel what I was giving her. I directed her mound to remain upon the center of pleasure coming from my mouth.

She groaned around my cock time and again, as she continued to give me head. She gyrated, her hips pushing hard against my tongue, my nose. Her ass she pressed against my forehead.

All the while, I licked her clit with as much alacrity as I could manage.

“Eh-eh-eh-Eff,” she chanted, during a moment her mouth was free of my penis. “I’m, I’m, I’m, I’m, I’m…”

Her inability to put a sentence together sent a thrill through my spine as I redoubled the speed of my tongue. I could tell she was close. I felt her legs spasm. Her feet curled up and around the back of my head, locking me to the lower portions of her body. I could feel her toes gripping on the skin of my scalp as she held onto me.

My tongue struck against her clit with the tiniest of touches, but with incredible speed.

She was grinding in small thrusting circles like she was fucking, grunting, spasmodic, overwhelmed.

Still, she jerked her hand up and down the length of me, her mouth agape, chin jutting. With mounting delight streaking through her body, she couldn’t vocalize in any coherent fashion. Only monosyllabic tones poured from her, at pace with every quick, furtive flick of my tongue.

“Oh, oh, oh… ah, ah, ah, ah… So, so, so, so… fuck, fuck, fuck, fufufufufu!” She said it with each mash of her hips onto my head.

My nose was so far inside her pussy I had to breathe from my mouth. I could feel it bending within the folds of her body. It filled with her juices, but I didn’t care.

She sat up, fast, each hand flat upon either of my hips. The change in angle maximized her access to the workings of my mouth. Her movements increased, swirl after swirl after swirl. They approached the speed of my tongue, over and over, faster and faster. Her nails dug into my thighs. Her breath came forth ragged and hoarse. She drove herself farther and farther on.

I reached up and found one of her nipples and gave it a tiny pinch.

That was it, she shuddered, convulsed above me, gushing from the inside.

I was quick to shift my face, so every single drop coming forth fell down my throat. I drank my cousin, swallowing her, my stomach filling.

She seemed to ache with release. Her body, so tense, it felt like she would break. Then, wave after wave of ecstasy crashed over her. Her body swayed from the intensity. The entire time, she said only one thing over and over, uplifting my heart as more and more of her poured into the center of me.

“I love you, Estefan. I love you, Estefan. I love you, Estefan…”

I waited until her orgasm passed, almost. Then, I squirmed from beneath her, twisted around on the bed. I pushed her down with a gentle hand.

She collapsed without any resistance whatsoever. Her legs spayed before me.

I could see her pussy glistening in the moonlight.

My cock, still dripping with her salvia and hard from her magnificent blowjob, took aim of its own volition. Without a second thought I entered her in one swift, balls-deep lunge.

An orgasm exploded through her again.

I feel her vaginal walls pulsate and grip around the hardness of me. They were like a hundred tiny hands stroking me. I couldn’t help myself. I plunged into her moist sex again, then again and again.

She writhed underneath me, making so much noise I thought she would wake up everyone in the house.

I increased my tempo, thinking my cock had grown larger than it ever had been before. My balls slapped against her hard ass. My mind was on fire. My eyes were ablaze.

She raised her legs off the bed, giving me deeper access to her.

My thrusts became wild, hard, every muscles in my body flexed with the strain. Within a minute, I erupted inside her. Gout after gout of my warm cum bathed her cervix and uterus.

Unwilling to waste a drop, she grabbed onto my ass with both hands. She held me in place as my dick continued to spew jet after jet of semen, more than I ever had before. It seemed like a minute before my balls finally stopped pumping into her, though I know it was much less.

Katie didn’t let me move until the very last twitch, biting her upper lip with ferocity. She broke the skin. She matched every pulse of orgasmic euphoria bleeding from me.

Then she went limp, completely and utterly limp. She panted as if she had just done the 50-yard dash¹.

I felt my mind finally come down from on high and relax. I looked down at her, my penis still hard, still inside her. I could feel every curve and ridge and bump of her against the unyielding flesh that was mine.

Even spent and loosened, she was still tight around me.

“I love you too, Katie,” I murmured, keeping myself upright, on my elbows.

She peered into my eyes.

We stared at each other for a time - our breathing in counterpoint - our hearts interwoven as our bodies intertwined.

Her lips parted just a fraction of an inch.

I heard it in my head, though she had said nothing aloud.

“Kiss me.”

I bent my head down and tasted her salty lips. They were sweet and yet sour with perspiration and a miniscule trace of blood.

We kissed like lovers, deep and passionate.

Her arms enfolded me in her embrace. She grabbed the back of my head with one hand and traced the other down to the small of my back.

I slipped a hand of my own under her head, about the nape of her neck. I felt my fingers tangle in the roots of her hair. I stirred, my eyes fluttering as she tightened from within, her vagina clutching strong upon my cock. Kegel! I thought, surprised. It was one of the strongest, I had ever felt in my life.

She held onto me with as much vigor as she had with her hand. She grinned underneath our kiss, liking the fact she had shocked me.

What a talent!

Now, I’m uncertain if it was because I was young or because of the weed. True, I had smoked a couple of hours before and maybe it had indeed worn off. But, I like to think it was a combination of the two.

Despite the fact that I had busted a huge nut inside her, my erection hadn’t dissipated. Within moments of her gripping me in a vice, I pushed into her. Then, I withdrew in the slightest and pushed into her again. I broke the kiss as I felt the skin of my dick pulled back. The head, already sensitive from orgasm, rubbed along her inner walls. The sensation sent a shudder of pure pleasure up and down my body.

She tilted her head back. “Aaaaah, Effy, that feels fucking goooood!” When she looked back at me, I swear to god, her pupils had dilated to their fullest. It was like she had taken a huge hit of bud and it had just hit her - full force.

“Again,” she commanded.

I obliged, pulling back and then inserting myself further into her pussy as she bore down at the same time.

“Aaaaaw! My god, my love, I love it!” she cooed.

Again we rocked back and forth, proceeding to do so for long while. We got lost in the tiniest of friction between our bodies. Our sex organs seemed insane with hunger for the other, insatiable. They made our bodies move against one another with an endless tempo. Over and over, we capitulated until it felt like we were somewhere between climax and spiritual awakening. Emotions washed from me and into her and back again. It was almost as though our minds had somehow reached a higher plane of awareness. We could feel what the other was feeling. Back and forth, in and out, her and me, warm and wet – again, again, again, again…

...I was losing myself in her…

…and she throbbed with heat. Her eyes fixated.

I became putty.

Swift, she pushed me with her hand and swiveled her hips like an expert under me. In one swift motion, she rolled on top of me. Her feet went flat on the bed - our sexes still as one.

Next, she was riding me, without pause. The change in position was confusing at first, but a heartbeat later, became the most natural order of things. She was me and I was her. It was sex on an existential level.

As I watched her impale herself on my member, it was me the next moment feeling the cock inside. In a flash, I would feel a different sort of pressure and different kind of intent. I was like I was searching for a new, a heretofore unknown sort of gratification I could not understand. A startled shudder later, I would be me again. I would feel her warm pussy draping itself over me. Every type of sensation that followed were ones I had experienced through the years with a myriad of young, teenage girls.

I spread her knees, opening her more as she tightened herself and plunged me deep inside. I felt her ass cheeks slap onto my thighs for a split second until she flexed her quads, lifting herself off me. Up and up she would go until I came within an inch of coming out of her. She would stop and reverse her motion and repeat the entire act again.

Now, I’d been thoroughly fucked before, pounded and prodded into complete exhaustion, spent submission. Never, not one time, had there ever been a mental component attached to those sticky sessions in my past. What Katie and I did to each other that night was incredible. It was eye-opening. I don’t think I’ve ever made love to a woman the same way again. I had changed after being with her. She opened a new world for me and me for her. It was so addictive we didn’t stop, we couldn’t stop. We had to continue.

We had to go on.

She straddled me, froggy-style, until she could not move anymore. It felt like forever, but I know only fifteen minutes or so had passed. Then, she let herself fall onto her knees and rode me cowgirl. She whipped her hips back and forth as if she meant to bend my penis at a forty-five degree angle. She only succeeded in sending another form of yumminess all over my body.

She fucked me like this for how long?

I don’t know.

Her perky, big-nippled breasts swayed before me for a long, long time. At random intervals, I reached for them, massaging, kneading with both open and closed palms, loving the feel of them. At other times I would lean forward and take one of those succulent, erect protrusions into my mouth. I suckled like a newborn babe. At other times, I would bite her, light, and she would squirm even more. Most of the time, I watched them bounce over me.

The whole time, she fucked and fucked and fucked.

Sometime later, when straddling me had tired her out, she flopped onto the bed next to me. Every now and again, she would start as if she were catching a chill that wouldn’t go away.

I got up on my knees as she lay there on her tummy, her beautiful ass displayed before me. I couldn’t stop. I couldn’t resist her or those perfect buns. I lowered my face, spreading her ass with both hands and stuck out my tongue as far as it could go, feeling for her puckered sphincter. I tasted the pungent residue of our love making. It was the mixed musk of us and the aromatic juices of her now sweaty asshole. It was like eating a banana split with new tastes on my tongue with every slurp, every lick and every suck.

She arched her back giving me better access.

I dove deeper into her ass, opening her delicate folds with my tongue until I was fucking her with it. I licked her clean, slurping up every last drop of her juices, my juices – them all.

After a time, she arched some more, coming up on her knees, body bent.

I slipped a hand underneath her and inserted a thumb into her vagina, finding her g-spot. I began to rub it back and forth.

She cried out in enervated rapture, pushing back into my tongue and my finger as I penetrated her in two places at once.

“Este-fa-an-an-an, what are you doing to me? Yoo-oo-oo’re make-make-making me your fu-fu-fu-fuck-slut!” she said. She wheezed as if she’d run a marathon and had just hit the wall. “Aa-ah-ah, you fu-fu-fucken ass-asshole, I loooove what you’re d-do-doing to meeee!”

I didn’t stop. I kept on. I pushed and rubbed, poking and feeling. My hands continued to massage her flawless ass. They spread it wide open one minute, then crushing those round cheeks against my face the next. I couldn’t stop. I was wild for her butt. I licked it, bit it and sucked so hard I left hickies. And still, I had to have more…

She was wiggling like mad under my ravishing of her rear end.

I knew, once more, she riding the edge.

Then, she leaned back just a bit more and I saw my chance.

I moved with purpose, because the angle was perfect. I eased up behind her and inserted my cock into her pussy from behind.

She gasped, loud, “Estefan!”

I clasped both of her hips and brought her limp body back into mine, staying rigid. I made her pump into me. It didn’t take long. The idea of my tough, strong-willed cousin whittled down to a submissive, one hundred percent compliant was overwhelming. I pulled her onto me and was so exciting, my cock swelled as large as it could. I began to hump back, bringing her hips into mine, faster and faster, harder and harder. All the while, she took it, the full length of my cock – over and over, until I was fucking her just about as fast as I could manage.

Small feeble moans were coming from her, escaping her mouth with the smallest of volume.

Still I slammed my dick into her.

It was glorious.

Then she spoke… “I am yours, Estefan, forever and ever, claim your prize.”

Beyond that I had reduced her to inaudible squeals. Within a minute, I came into her for the second time. Again, it was one massive blast after another massive blast of red-hot cum spewing into her. I felt my balls tightened into my body, pain-wracked now. I knew she had completely drained me of semen.

We both flopped onto the bed.

I was still inside her, crushing her into the mattress until I got a degree of control. Finally, I was able to slide off her and onto the mussed bedspread.

My throat was raw from breathing so heavy for such a long period of time. “Are you ok, Katie?” I asked once I was able to speak, but she didn’t answer. I crawled closer toward her face to glaze upon it.

It was slack, her hair pasted onto on her cheeks and forehead. Sweat dripped down into the bed. She was sleeping like baby, uncaring that she seeped from almost every orifice in her body.

I had fucked my cousin into a spent slumber!

I let my eyes wonder over her body, trying to get my head around the idea I had finally fucked my cousin. I tried to make certain I remembered every last detail, every single second. I didn’t want to lose a single feeling, not an iota of memory. I wanted it all engrained in my brain, forever.

She lay there; her legs still wide open from whence she landed on the bed. I had, without mercy, taken her doggy-style. Her only movement was the slow rise and fall of her chest.

I scooted toward her and edged her legs closed a few inches. To me, it was rude to leave her so open and vulnerable after she had given me all her body, her mind and, now, her love. I felt a deep sense of possession settle over me as I ran my fingers over the backs of her thighs and traced small circles on her firm butt cheeks. I scratched her back for a few minutes before felt fatigue begin to pull me away. I was no longer able to focus with any degree of clarity.

I lay down next to her. I placed an arm and a leg on her naked form and was asleep within seconds, uncaring if anyone caught us. I didn’t cover us in any way or even tried to hide the fact we had fucked our brains out. I didn’t care. I was utterly sated. For the first time, there wasn’t a single sexual thought in my mind. Katie had washed it all away. Now, there was only love. Nothing else mattered, but love.

Katie, Estefan, we, us – that’s what was special in the world. To be cherished was all that mattered.

I was so glad it had been Katie.

Katie Chaz, my cousin, my first love.

She had given me the greatest, mind-blowing fuck of my young life.

{ ¹50-Yard Dash: a sprint covering 50 yards (45.72 meters), typically used to evaluate the physical fitness of young teenagers in the 20th and 21st centuries. }

[He comes out of the program so fast, it was nearly dangerous for him. Despite a sharp warble advising against such a swift withdrawal, he does so nonetheless.]