Chapter 62

Jasmine’s crying face flashed through my mind. Her words, “I never have that to give again,” broke the steamy kiss. I looked Cindy in the eyes. “I can’t. I want to more than you can imagine, and I know it would be the most wonderful experience ever. I love you and know it would be, but I can’t.”

Shock and disappointment spread across Cindy’s face. “You can only have one first time. It’ll never be your first time again, never. You should save it for someone you can grow with. Save it for a long time. Make sure it’s the right guy. You deserve the best, the very, very best.”

Cindy hugged me so tight I thought she would break my ribs. I could feel the heat burning between her legs. “Since we already ... I guess there’s no harm in me?” I raised my brows. Cindy smiled and nodded as I slid down her body.

I could smell my cousin’s familiar scent before I reached her belly button. I kissed along the top edge of her bush. Her legs opened wider. A fresh wave of Cindy’s excitement rushed to my nose. I breathed deep, wondering if my brain would keep all the smells connected with the correct memories? I kissed the top of each thigh, then the insides. It was too dark to see Cindy’s pussy, but as soon as I touched it, I knew it was hers. Her fat lips burst from her crotch. The gap between them was deeper and wider than both Susan and Jasmine’s. I licked the outer edge of each side, then dipped into the inferno. A flash of heat swept my mouth as my fingers pushed Cindy’s folds apart. Like splitting an orange, tangy juice spilled into my mouth. I pushed my face deep into the spread flesh, ramming my tongue deep into her tiny hole. I circled the hole, shooting my tongue in and out as fast as I could.

When I finally slurped my way to the top of the wide groove, I found an extremely swollen clitoris. I could feel Cindy’s belly rising and falling fast as moans rumbled in her chest. Carefully, I worked around her needy bud without touching it. Cindy jerked, trying to get my mouth where she needed it. I forced both lips over her engorged nub and ran the length of my tongue over it. Cindy cried out louder than what seemed appropriate for where we were, but it was too late to worry about it. I kept the tip of my tongue going at rapid-fire over her sensitive spot while my hands gripped her thrashing butt. As soon as Cindy’s hand grabbed my head and held me in place, I knew she was ready.

As her legs jerked up and slammed shut on my head, I pressed my opened mouth over her gushing hole. Her ample thighs muffled all sound as they pressed tight against my head. I rode out her orgasm in the silence between her legs until her thrashing became tiny jerks, then a slight tremble. Her legs fell open. I waited, using her pubic mound as a pillow. Then I carefully kissed a path up her body, spending extra time at Cindy’s breasts. Finally, I kissed her on the mouth, wondering if she liked the taste of herself. Cindy licked my lips and smiled.

We hugged and kissed with a new appreciation for each other’s love. Without realizing it, I found myself gently humping my throbbing cock against Cindy’s pubic bone. Her fingers grabbed my ass as she pulled her legs up. I worked my hips and lower back like I was inside her, but instead, my boner slid across her pussy hair.

Cindy rotated her pelvis and pulled her legs higher. My dick head bashed Cindy’s clit and slid through the wet groove. Cindy panted in my ear. “It feels so good. I love you, Joe.”

My balls jerked tight; I lifted my upper body and thrust. Two streaming hot blasts reached the bottom of Cindy’s tits. I laid against her, humping as my hot sperm squirted between our bellies.

By the time we stopped kissing and I rolled off to Cindy’s side, the cum was dry on our skin. We got back in the position we had woken up in earlier. While kissing the back of her neck and whispering in her ear, we fell into a deep sleep.

A muffled beeping sound woke me after what seemed like five seconds. Cindy’s watch was going off under the covers. I whispered in her ear, “Honey, it’s time to get up.”

Cindy pushed a button and stopped the alarm. She glanced at me and seemed to smile with the realization of where she was. “I wanted to make sure we didn’t have a repeat of that morning at your house.” She slipped out from under the covers and looked back at me in all of her naked glory. Dry sperm crusted her stomach. “Joe, meet me in the bathroom in ten minutes. Lock this door on your way out.” Cindy pointed to the lock button and gave me a look that suggested I didn’t know about locks.

After five minutes, I was awake enough to start questioning everything Cindy had said. I was wondering if it was all a dream. Lock myself out of the room? A dream was all that made sense, except there was evidence of what had happened dried on my stomach.

I put on a shirt and boxers, looked both ways, clicked the lock on the door, and crossed the hallway. Cindy was sitting on the toilet taking a pee. I almost closed the door, but she motioned for me to be quiet and come in. With what seemed like little or no embarrassment, Cindy wiped and flushed. “Sorry, I figured that was better than peeing on your leg in the shower.”

Although I figured it was a sarcastic reference to Jasmine, I couldn’t tell from Cindy’s facial expression. She was nude; her bush looked so thick compared to what I was used to. Her tits hung down under their excessive weight. It might have been because she didn’t tan naked, but her flesh seemed white. Her super large nipples seemed extra dark.