Hi my name is Charles and I've been a firefighter for the city of Philadelphia for almost nine years. For the last three of those years I've been involved in a sexual relationship with one of my first cousin. A relationship that doesn't involve vaginal intercourse at all, it is mostly oral with occasional anal. There is also quite a bit of petting and masturbation as well as other things we do to pleasure each other.
I think a quick statement of my views on the art of felatio would be helpful here, because oral sex is what my cousin and I engage in most often. I have always broken blowjobs into the following four categories.
There are the blowjobs you get when you talk a girl into sucking you off that don't really want to. Although there is something to be said for the small victory of getting her to do something she really didn't want to do, it's usually not her best effort.
Then there are the blowjobs girls give to please you. They may want to thank you for something special you did or there may be something special they want you to do. Sometimes they'll give you a good blowjob to encouraging you to give them a call after you've picked them up at a club, you know give you a little taste of potential good times to come. There is real effort here and excellent head is usually given.
Better blowjobs are given by girls that are just in the mood to suck a dick. Just like us guys sometimes get the urge to eat pussy; girls sometimes just have a desire to have a dick in their mouth. Granted, most girls rarely feel this urge, but when they do they give a really great blowjob.
However the best blowjobs are given by girls that simply like to suck dick. I don't know if they're born this way or just developed a taste for dick or what. They are rare, but I've been lucky enough to have met a few over the years. It was a bit of a shock to find out that Mary Ann was one of these girls; she gives great head because she really enjoys sucking dick. Mary Ann enjoys sucking as much as fucking.
I would have to put my pussy eating efforts at a strong number two. When I eat pussy it is only to give pleasure to my partner. I do enjoy pleasing my partner, but can't say that I enjoy eating pussy as much as fucking pussy.
Next let me take a second to try and explain why I'm posting this for all to see. I was the guy you knew back in high school that always told everyone what he was getting sexually and from whom. If a girl was putting out to me everybody know about it. I made a lot of girls very popular. High school was great and I got more then anybody else I knew of. Those were the days. But who can I tell about getting blowjobs and butt fucking my cousin, certainly not my fireman buddies.
After high school I joined the Army and enjoyed it very much, but didn't want to make a career out of it. The ten points they give veterans on the fireman's test makes all the difference, just about all Philly firefighters are veterans.
I was still single when I started with the Fire Department and think it's the best job in the world. We also have the best work schedule, four days on four days off. How can you beat it, I hang out with my fireman buddies and we have a ball. Firefighters become very close; we live together, eat together and hang together. So of course I share my sexual conquests with them, but to a somewhat lesser degree from my high school days.
For the first few years in the Fire Department, I hung out with my fireman buddies in the single bars of the greater Philadelphia area. Every summer we'd rent a New Jersey shore house for the season and every winter a place in the Pocono Mountains. During this time I searched for my perfect woman, a tall, blue eyed blond with long legs and huge breast.
I never did find my perfect woman, but I had a lot of fun looking and did find a few that were close. Some didn't have the blond hair or blue eyes. Others were very pretty blonds but short. I think most men have an image of their perfected woman in their mind that they never find. But I did finally meet Helen. Helen was a tall blond with bright blue eyes, with the face and build of a runway model. She could well have been a model if she would have pursued it. She had everything I wanted in a woman except gigantic breasts. After a few years of dating and a year engagement, we were married and are still happily married today. I'm still very much in love with my wife, but as you would expect, the sex isn't what it was when we were dating and just married. It isn't as hot and it isn't as often. Receiving oral sex from Helen has almost stopped completely.
You may also wonder how I can say I'm in love with my wife while having a sexual relationship with a cousin and casual sex with girls I meet in bars. Easy, I love my cousin as a cousin, we do what we do just to pleasure each other; it's just sex, like the sex I have with the girls I occasionally pick up at clubs.
I realize this sexual relationship with my cousin is hard for most people to understand, that's why I would never tell any of my fireman friends, and I really, really miss not being able to tell. I would love to tell them about this pretty and very busty girl that loves sucking my dick and lets me cum in her mouth and on her face and tits. Tell them how I fuck her in the ass and between her big tits. If she wasn't my cousin I'd even show them some of the videos we've made. They'd be amazed. Posting this on the net isn't anywhere near as good as showing photos and telling my buddies in the bar, but it will have to do.
I'm going to give you a little of our background and try to tell you how this all got started, it may help you understand if just a little.
My cousin Mary Ann is a year and two months younger then me. Being near in age we were fairly close growing up in this big, mostly Italian family. Mary Ann always had what I would call the typical short and busty Italian body. This meant she would look very sexy in tight or low cut outfits and fat in loose and baggy clothes. My Uncle Tony would hit the roof if Mary Ann tried to wear anything that showed off her sexy body. This meant poor Mary Ann had to wear loose and baggy clothes till she got married. Even after she was married she was careful about what she wore around her father.
As we got older we saw less and less of each other as we preferred to be with our friend outside the family. We did still see each other at the bigger family affairs like Thanksgiving, and some birthdays. Sometimes I would bring a girlfriend, whoever I'd happen to be dating at the time. But Mary Ann always brought Tom, the only guy I ever remember her going out with.
Tom was and is a nice guy, who just couldn't get enough of Mary Ann when they were dating. He was also very bright and became a student at one of the University here in Philly. He graduated with some kind of engineering degree and they got engaged shortly afterwards.
I liked Tom and Mary Ann, but didn't see much of them when they were first married. Mostly just at family gatherings. Their first house was nearby, but I had only been there a few times. When we did get together, Tom mostly talked about his job, which sucked because I don't have an engineering degree and didn't understand or care what he was talking about and found conversation with him very boring.
That's how it went for the next few years. They did of course come to my wedding, but outside of family events we rarely saw each other. In fact I hardly ever saw any family members, I was to busy running around with my firemen buddies. Hey, we're firemen and that's what we do.
I did know that Tom and Mary Ann had a huge house built somewhere in northern New Jersey, but had never gotten around to visiting them. I was told by family members that Tom had become a big shot in his field and was making big bucks. How much is big bucks I couldn't tell you, but I was glad to hear Tom and Mary Ann were doing so well.
When my baby sister Donna got married Helen and I sat next to Mary Ann and Tom at the reception and it was nice. We hadn't seen or talked to each other for at least a couple of years. You could tell that Mary Ann and Tom were really glad to see us and Helen and I were glad to see them as well. Although Helen and Mary Ann didn't know each other very well they always seemed to get along great and have a lot to talk about.
During the many conversations of the night, a minor back injury I suffered fighting a fire a few years ago came up. I have completely recovered, but still use the bad back routine to get out of chores around the house. One of the treatments at the comp clinic was soaking in a hot tub. When I said how wonderful this made my back feel, Mary Ann and Tom told me I had to come visit them at their new house. It turned out they had two hot tubs, one in the master bedroom and another in the back yard next to the pool. They were very enthusiastic about it and persisted till Helen and I agreed to visit them the following weekend.
The trip to Tom and Mary Ann's new house took about an hour. It was well off the beaten path and very exclusive. Their new three story house was gigantic, it seemed like a mansion compared to the northeast Philadelphia twin that we live in. The front was light brown stone with four white dormer windows sticking out of the roof. I don't know how many rooms there are, but it's a bunch. I remember thinking it was to much house for just the two of them. Tom and Mary Ann probably would never have any children, they assumed there was a problem, but never bother to find out with whom and had already decided against adoption. They just figured it wasn't to be.
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