Cousin's birthday
Here is the second story about my relationship with my cousin Verka.
A little over a month had passed since she seduced me and we slept together for the first time. We hadn't seen each other all that time and, well, hadn't really communicated. On one hand, of course, I wanted a continuation, but on the other hand, there was still some confusion. Well, and also, despite it being vacation, all sorts of things came up that I gladly threw myself into headfirst.
Everything changed when Verka called and invited me to her birthday party (she was turning eighteen). Or rather, like this: her birthday fell on a Thursday, but the celebration would be on Saturday, but Verka invited me
to drop by her place on Thursday too, saying she missed me terribly.This conversation excited me. Listening to Verka, I pictured her erotically plump naked body, her enticing breasts, and her lustful pink pussy peeking out between her legs, promising a sea of pleasure.
On Thursday, as agreed, we met at Verka's place. As I thought, she was alone...
Verka pressed herself against me, and our lips merged in a hot kiss. I stroked her body, her back and firm buttocks, holding her tighter against me.
— My kitten, I'm all wet..." she whispered, looking at me with a completely shameless gaze.
I moved my hand further down and confirmed that even Verka's panties between her legs were noticeably damp.
Our clothes soon became superfluous, and we got rid of them. Verka climbed onto her bed and got on her knees and elbows. Her beautiful naked body called for intimacy, demanded to forget all boundaries and conventions again, to plunge into a stream of unimaginable pleasures.
I positioned myself behind her and leaned towards Verka's treasure, now on full display. Such tender flesh of her large labia enticed me to immediately start caressing them with my tongue and covering them with kisses. The more I kissed this delight, the more I wanted to continue. My cousin's breathing became noticeably more excited. With my tongue, I felt the amazing taste of her well-kept vagina. With indescribable pleasure, I inserted the tip of my tongue there, into the mysterious sweet depths of the girl's body, and then—gently squeezed the tip of her clitoris with my lips, caressing the silky skin of her thighs with my hands.
Verka was already incredibly aroused. I felt this tremor of desire that had seized her entire being. The anticipation of sex with me and my frank caresses had done their job. She unbearably wanted to feel my cock inside her pussy as soon as possible.
I moved forward and touched her treasure with the tip of my cock, then penetrated the familiar and already known vagina of my cousin and paused for a moment. It was wildly pleasant to feel the vaginal walls softly embracing my organ. I began to move inside Verka with pleasure, and soon she started responding with counter-movements.
The moist warmth of Verka's womb enchanted me. A feeling of unprecedented uplift, transmitting from the tip of my cock, spread throughout my whole being, and the quiet, very erotic moans of my cousin in time with our movements multiplied my sensations many times over.
Her body seemed to glow with life and desire, as if emitting some amazing streams of energy. I absorbed them along with the magical warmth and firmness of her curves.
I wanted to thrust forward, deeper, faster!... everything was swimming and spinning, the only real things were our two bodies, striving to merge into something single, incomprehensible, transcendent!... Every movement of my cock was accompanied by the lewd squelching of excess moisture in her vagina. I greedily caressed this trembling body accepting me, massaged her belly and breasts with excitedly hardened nipples, rhythmically swaying in time with our movements. A mad whirlwind of passion seized us both, forced us to move at a frantic pace, forgetting everything in the world, desiring only one thing, and striving for it with all our might. And then, it came: Verka's body shuddered somehow, her vagina pulsed, and we came together devastatingly.
I wanted to roar from the emotions overflowing. My cock released streams of semen in thrusts, again and again, as if trying to extinguish the fiery volcano of passion that my cousin's womb had become. Verka was no longer on her elbows and knees as at the beginning, but was lying on her stomach, and I was on top of her.
I got off Verka, and for a few minutes after the orgasm, we just lay next to each other, looking at each other with a kind of surprise. It was hard to even imagine the possibility of such a storm of emotions and sensations that had just crashed down on us. And yet, a couple of months ago, we were just cousins and didn't know we could feel so good together.
Her fingers touched my cheek, and in that touch, there was an inexpressible amount of tenderness and gratitude. With my left hand, I stroked her thick, disheveled hair. We looked at each other lovingly. It was impossible to look away from the face of the girl who had just experienced a stormy orgasm.
We lay next to each other, hugging and kissing.
After resting a little, Verka began to shift downwards, and her face ended up opposite my cock. My little sister already wanted a continuation. She stuck out her little tongue and began to tease the tip of my cock with it, where a drop of warm semen still remained. Each such touch was like a light, exciting electric shock. Then she made her lips into a little tube and began to gently suck on my organ.
Under the influence of Verka's little tongue and lips, my cock quickly regained its strength. Pleased with the effect produced, she rose up, threw one leg over me, and, squatting over my cock, inserted it into her voluptuous pussy, where every cell was tuned for sex.
After that, the measured movements of intercourse began, which soon turned into a reckless ride of a cowgirl on a cock. Verka clearly loved being on top and was now letting loose with all her heart. My cousin's body gave me completely fabulous, insane sensations. I moved with her, once again completely caught up in the sexual frenzy. With the fingers of my right hand, I caressed her magic button—the tender little tip of her clitoris—and with my left hand, I simply stroked my depraved little sister wherever I could. An extraordinary, intoxicating feeling of inner weightlessness once again enveloped me from having sex with Verka.
I felt my orgasm approaching when Verka, crying out and losing her rhythm, began to come, my cock was tightly squeezed by her pulsating vagina, and I ejaculated semen into my little sister's womb for the second time that day. Losing her balance during the orgasm, Verka lay down on me, but immediately wanted to get up and go to the bathroom. I hugged and gently held her back.
I didn't want sex anymore. It was just very good. Very pleasant to feel the lovely body of my cousin, overcome with languor and heated, on top of me, to feel the warm mixture of our juices dripping from her overflowing pussy onto me, and to look into those predatory, lustful little eyes glowing from the surging pleasure.
If it were up to me, I would have kept Verka on me like that.
That's how we celebrated Verka's eighteenth birthday.
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