Harlan Atkins was the quiet genius among the cousins. He had been the first to break away from the family business of manufacturing seatcovers. Electronics had always fascinated him, and he had made it his life's work.
He'd proven his cleverness in another way, as well. He had courted and married his first cousin, Nanette who, when he was close to thirty, had been a mere sixteen.
Nanette had always been vivacious in many ways, loving to sing and dance and play musical instruments. But when it came to fucking and sucking she was as shy as her husband was quiet, and Harlan was a very quiet man. Not wanting to force her to do anything, their sexual relationship had remained on a "straight" basis… until three years ago. The orgies changed everything.
At the first orgy Nanette hadn't meant to be the second female to agree, but after Laura had spoken up, she involuntarily agreed. When it came down to actual performing, she had hung back a while despite the way her husband had fucked Sydell. Though she enjoyed watching everything, she didn't think she was really ready to become personally involved.
It had been Ernie, the fat cousin, who had made her lie down on the couch where he'd started sucking her breasts and pushing his fingers between her thighs. She had actually fought him at first, pulling his hair, but his mouth had remained glued to her spike-nippled breasts, sucking strongly and building passion inside her.
"Don't hurt me," she'd begged when he'd finally thrown his massive bulk on top of her, almost knocking the wind out of her.
"Hurt you?" he had replied. "Nanette, I wouldn't dream of hurting you. I only want to bring you pleasure."
At first she was tense, afraid in spite of the fact her husband was across the room already fucking his cock into Sydell. But Ernie cupped her chin with one hand, and pressed his mouth to hers, using his tongue to wedge her lips apart. Then the tongue flickered into her mouth, caressing her own tongue.
Little by little she warmed up, kissing him back, letting her own tongue plunge into his mouth. He wanted to use his hands on her again, but he had to keep must of his weight from crushing her.
Ernie enjoyed sucking her tits, pulling her nipples into his mouth, one at a time. He'd found her nipples to be ultra-sensitive, and the more he worked on them, the less inhibited she became. Soon, her mouth was wide open, kissing him passionately.
Their kissing became more intense, until finally his mouth left hers and began wandering down her body, kissing her tits, her waist and her dimpled navel.
"Don't do that," she whispered, as his mouth hovered above her cunt. "I've never let Harlan do anything like that."
"Just lie back," Ernie told her. "Lie back and enjoy, and don't be so selfish."
"Selfish?" she asked.
"Selfish," he nodded. "You've been withholding this luscious pussy from your husband's mouth all this time. I'll bet you've never even sucked his cock."
"Get out of heft," she snapped. "Nobody does perverse things like tat!"
"Take a look at Laura and Buddy," he told her, pointing across the room to where Buddy was seated in a chair and Laura was on her knees in front of him with his cock deep in her mouth.
"How can she do that?" Nanette asked. "It's awful."
"The hell it is," Ernie replied.
Stunned, Nanette watched Ernie's mouth close over her cunt, and all she could do was lie there and thrill to the way his lips suddenly kissed her cuntlips. His lips burrowed deep into her sweet-tasting pussy, lapping through her dense forest and reaching for the sensitive area below. He pushed his tongue against her aroused clit just before letting it slice through the crack of her leaking cunt.
Nanette found she was suddenly bucking on the couch. His tongue moved faster and faster through her sweet, taut cunny, and she opened her firm thighs wider and wider.
Ernie's fingers now gripped her buttocks, digging in and holding her body steady so he could lap her cunt more completely. Even so, he could barely steady her ass as her hips began slamming up and down on the couch.
His tongue lunged into her tight hole and licked out more and more of her flowing cuntjuice. Then his tongue slurped through the furrow, straight up to her clitoris, and pressed hard against it, beating it back and forth until her frenzied bucking let him know she couldn't take much more of it.
He stopped working his tongue inside her. A moment later his huge body came down on hers. He slowly pushed his solid prick into her cunt. The feel of his meaty cock thrilled Nanette, and she pushed her cunt up to meet his plunging prick.
She felt her inner sensuousness building to even greater heights. He speeded up his fucking, wallowing in the tightness of her gripping vagina. With long, hard, thrusting strokes he kept her at a fevered pitch, ramming his hairy pelvis against hers. Even in the throes of her wildest ecstasy Nanette was amazed he could get all of his solid cock into her cunt. But Ernie was managing to fit all of his prick into her cunt up to the hilt, and Nanette loved every bit of it.
Her arms were around Ernie now, pulling him down. Nanette wanted to feel all of him. Her nails tore flesh streaks down his back. She slammed her pussy up again and again to meet his furious attacks.
Her second climax overpowered her, slamming into her, and her clutching cuntlips squeezed his moving cock so tightly, she thought he would surely come with her. But no, he was still fucking away, and to her surprised delight, she was enjoying it all the more.
She recalled how often Harlan had wanted to go down on her, and how often she had refused him. If that could trigger responses like these, she'd let an awful lot of years go to waste.
Once, she managed to look across the room where her husband was finishing with Sydell, and she smiled at him. He smiled back.
There was one more climax building in her, and this time she felt completely at ease as it started welling and growing larger. And damn it all, she was enjoying it. What was more, it would make her enjoy her husband all the more, too.
"I'm… gonna… come," she heard Ernie whisper.
"It's… all right," she told him. "My period ended two days ago. It's safe."
His fuck strokes became more concentrated, and now she wrapped her arms and her legs around his body, clinging to him. And then the orgasm overpowered her completely, causing him to blast wave after wave of hot, boiling cum into her cunt.
"Jesus!" she had said when Ernie had lifted his bulk from her. "Is it always that good?"
"Only if you make up your mind to give as well as receive. You still only know half the pleasure. When you start sucking cock, you'll first realize how great it is."
"I'll give it a try, right now," she had told him. Going to where her husband Harlan was sitting on the floor, she knelt down and without thinking, lowered her head and gobbled up his cock. If she was going to learn to be a cocksucker, it was only right the first cock she sucked was her husband's.
Now, three years later, because of the lessons learned at those special parties, she was wanton in every way. It was nine-thirty, and the cousins would be arriving shortly. Though she intended keeping her vaginal area unused until the fun began, she felt she wanted to blow her husband one quick time before everything started. She hurried upstairs to the bedroom where he was already putting his pants on.
"Not yet," she murmured, shutting the bedroom door and leaning against it. "Before any of the others get their mouths or pussies on that cock of yours, I want to taste it one more time."
Harlan dropped his pants and shorts, and stepped out of them. He was balding and a bit thin, but to Nanette he looked better than ever, and the length of his hard cock fitted nicely into her mouth.
She grabbed his asscheeks and yanked him forward to get the flail length of his cock in her mouth. He always loved the way she blew him.
She took his cock between both hands and rubbed it, watching the little beads of lubricant come seeping out of it. She lapped them up with her tongue, enjoying the smooth slipperiness of the cum as it slid down her throat.
Harlan's hands rested lightly on her head. Her lips surrounded the solid cock, savoring the feel of the spongeike glans. Her tongue ran underneath, rubbing his solid cock from the glans all the way down to the base. She knew she was doing it right when she felt the little tube on the underside of his prick begin to twitch. She was getting to him quickly.
It wasn't long before she felt the prick become harder as it swelled to its largest proportions. Her fingers tightened around his asscheeks, digging in as she prepared to receive his turn. It came flooding forth, filling her mouth so full, she was barely able to swallow before the next offering came showering forth. Again and again she swallowed, marveling at how much her husband could spend at one time.
"Come on," she said, when he'd finished. "The other's will be here very shortly."