Chapter 7: The Dressing Room

“God Kristen! That was so nasty of you,” I said admiringly as we continued our mall shopping., “The poor guy will be jerking off every night this week thinking about you now!” Then I leaned towards her and whispered in her ear, “You know, I’m horny as hell now thanks to your little show. Since it’s all YOUR fault, what are you going to do about it?”

Kristen tossed her hair back and a wicked grin came to her face. Without a word she grabbed my hand and pulled me along towards the Sears store at the end of the mall. We went to the women’s clothing section and headed straight for the dressing rooms. As usual there was nobody there (I mean seriously, WHO in their right mind shops for clothes at Sears?) so we went into one of the changing rooms and she shut and latched the door behind us.

“OK, so who’s hornier - you or me?” she asked with a twinkle in her eye.

I was already undressing as I replied, “Well, we’ll just have to find out, won’t we!” I stepped out of my panties as I unzipped my skirt. I then challenged her saying, “You know the drill, let’s just see who cums first!”

It was tight in the dressing room but we both managed to strip in a matter of seconds, leaving our clothes on the floor except for our shoes which we left on. The bench seat was barely wide enough for the two of us to sit and spread out legs but somehow we managed. Her smooth bare legs pressed against mine and for a second I felt a little naughty rubbing up against my cousin like this. Although we’d been masturbating together for years now we’d never done anything to the other like licking pussies or even kissing passionately. I smiled to myself as I wondered what she would say if she knew what I had been doing with my mom - and hers, since I was sixteen.

Unashamed I reached between my legs with both hands, using one hand to spread my pussy lips apart and the other to fondle my clit and pussy. Kristen used a similar technique and it wasn’t long before we were both going at it like two whores in heat. I looked over and watched her, noting how her clit was already swollen and her pussy was glistening with her juices. Well, thanks to Brian she had a head start on me so now I had to play catch-up! My finger ran over my pussy and a soft cry emerged from me as my wet finger ran circles around my sensitive clit. Kristen already had a finger up her pussy and was pushing it up in her as she used her other hand to massage her boobs.

“Oh my god!” she whispered to me, “This feels so damn good ... Oh yeah Kelly, I love you watching me.”

My pussy was soaking wet, just as hers was, as I alternated between pushing my finger in and out of me and fondling my hardened clit. Leaning back against the wall, I pushed my hips out to make it easier for my finger to enter deep inside of me. God, I wanted to be fucked so badly I could’ve screamed! What I would’ve given for a nice hard cock at that moment, to feel it entering me and violating me as it filled by pussy. My free hand roamed all over my boobs and torso, raising goose bumps wherever it touched. I could smell the air in the room filling with the pungent scent of our wet pussies as we both masturbated together, each of us desperately trying to be the first to cum.

At times like this, when I wanted to cum as fast possible, I liked to dream of my dad fucking me, how his cock feels when it’s deep in my pussy as I gave myself unconditionally to him. I closed my eyes and imagined how it would feel right then to have him push himself in me, showing me how much he loved me. I loved it when he would cum in me, filling his daughter with his love, giving her his most treasured gift.

“Oh god, I’m cumming!”

I awoke from my reverie as Kristen began panting. Damn! She was always able to cum faster than me and I was pretty quick usually! Even as young girls when we would masturbate together she always “won” - cumming much faster than I could. I watched her fingers as they working furiously on her pussy when suddenly her head arched back and her hips rose to her manipulating hand. Her pussy gushed cum onto her hand and then she put her fingers in her mouth and licked it up.

I wondered how her pussy tasted and how it compared to her mother’s. My tongue liked my lips as I thought about how good my mom and aunt’s pussies tasted. Like fine wines, each was a bit different and like a rare vintage, I could have identified which one I was licking with a blindfold on. I loved the taste of my own pussy as well so given the family history I imagined that Kristen’s would undoubtedly be succulent as well.

Kristen was cumming hard now. I could feel the softness of her thighs and the firmness of her legs against mine as she struggled, trying not to cry out too loudly as her orgasm stretched on. She was flushed to the point of being almost red and her breathing was fast and shallow. Finally her hips bucked hard and she took in a final deep breath.

“Oh god that felt so good,” she sighed. “ Oh Kelly, I love it when we do this.”