My Cousin John and his Cock Tricks

John was my cousin, and I spend nearly every summer
hanging around his place. His family has a pool, and
my father’s always been too cheap to get one put in.
So, I like to go over to my Aunt Martha’s and use her
pool all summer.

I was 19 years old the summer that this story takes
place. My best friend was away at church camp, and I
was one lonely girl. But I had my cousin, and his]
family’s pool, so things could have been worse I
guess.

I like to lay in the sun and work on my tan, and then
dive in the water and swim around for awhile to cool
off. John and I used to have a lot of fun in the pool.
We used to wrestle — that is, we did, until we
started to mature.

That hot summer day he brought out some iced tea for
me, and for some reason made a pig point of telling
me that his folks were both at work that day.

It was around noon, and soon we would have hot dogs
or hamburgers for lunch, and then sit around and
watch a couple of talk shows, just like we always did.

He stood over me as I lay on the chaise, leaning
forward to sip my tea. As I looked up, my face was
right in his crotch. He was wearing one of those
little bikini-bottom types of things, and I could
clearly see the outline of the head of his cock. It
seemed to take his balls and bunch them together,
leaving a pretty clear outline of his dick. I had
never actually noticed before how big my cousin John
was.

I sipped my tea, staring at the close-up dick show
in front of me. Slowly, I looked up at his face. He
was looking down at me. I averted my gaze, and looked
back at his dick. I could see that it was bigger now,
and suddenly, it jerked.

I could tell he was trying to make it move. And he
was getting a hardon. I took a deep breath and
exhaled, and I could see the little hairs around his
navel flutter from my breath as I breathed out, I was
that close to him.

“Oh, that felt good,” he said.

“Yeah?” I said with a somewhat choked voice. I decided
to take a chance, just to see what he would say. “How
do you make it move like that?” I asked.

“Muscle control,” he said with a laugh. “I can do all
kinds of things with it.” Suddenly, the bulge expanded
again and again. He now had a full-on erection, and
the head of it was completely visible under the thin
material.

“I bet you can,” I said. My voice sounded far away
to me, like I was talking in a tunnel, my ears were
ringing.

He just stood there, his dick moving just under the
surface of the thin material covering it, inches away
from my lips.

“Can you make it dance?” I asked with a smile, trying
to look unconcerned.

He nodded. I could plainly see the shape of the bulbous
head of it, separate from the swollen shaft now. Maybe
the fabric emphasized it, and made it just so big.
“You wanna see it dance?” he asked.

I swallowed. Slowly, my face turned red, but I nodded.

“It can’t really do it under my trunks. You’ll have
to pull them down, you know?”

I stared at him for a moment, then with shaking hands,
very nervously, I reached up and hooked my thumbs in
the elastic band of his trunks and pulled them down
slowly. My eyes were greeted first by a little
thicket of brown, curly hair. Then, I could see the
base of his cock as its head was thrust forward,
toward me, by the release of the material.

Then, it broke free from the fabric, and shot straight
up in the air and audibly slapped against his stomach.
I couldn’t keep my eyes off the purple head! It was
shaped like a mushroom, almost, and it throbbed like a
heartbeat. It was flared at the bottom and looked sort
of like a helmet. It was split into two parts, sort of,
with a big line dividing the head, right up to the
little hole at the top of it.

His balls were pink and nearly hairless, full of
wrinkles and veins. I could see his two orbs inside,
weighting down the skin. I watched in amazement as they
slowly tightened, probably because of the cooler air
outside his trunks. Then, they moved!

He could move his balls, too! They moved up, and then
down again. I couldn’t believe it!

Then he made his cock dance. It got larger, and then
a little smaller, dropping down a little, pointing at
me. Then, it swung back up into the air again,
bouncing.

I leaned toward it, looking more closely at it. I
reached out and touched the very tip of it, where a
little drop of crystal clear fluid rested on the tip
over the tiny crack in the end.

“You can play with it, if you like,” he said.

I was so curious now that I almost forgot to be
nervous and reached up and wrapped my fingers around
it, feeling it throb beneath my touch. It was warm
and hard, yet the skin was so soft and smooth. I
touched his balls, feeling the little eggs inside,
moving them around gently.

“Kiss it, and it will spit at you,” he said.

I looked up at him surprised that he would say some-
thing like that to me, bout he just stood there
grinning at me. Finally I moved my lips to the head
of his cock, kissing it. I ran my lips all over it,
tasting the strange taste of the clear fluid on the
tip. Then, I moved my lips down the shaft, all the
way to his pink, hairless balls. After a moments
hesitation I stuck out my tongue and licked them. They
tasted salty, sort of, and I found that I liked the
feel of his balls on my tongue. I licked his cock
again, then, all the way to the head, and then, I
opened my mouth and took it into my mouth. I pulled it
out.

“Do you like that?” I asked.

He nodded. He pulled away from me, though, and stood
a little farther away. He kicked off his trunks and
walked around the chaise, and I watched with fasci-
nation as his hard dick bounced and his balls swayed
with each step he took.

He knelt at the base of the chaise and pulled my
bikini bottoms down. My pussy hair was wet and matted
to my skin. He moved his hands to my top and pulled
it off. I lay there, naked, letting my cousin look at
my tits.

I know that I should have stopped him, I know that
what we were doing was wrong. But when he ran his
fingers over my nipples, his touch excited me, making
me even wetter. I loved the way he pinched my nipples
lightly, then moved his fingers slowly down my belly
to my pussy.

He was making me feel so good. I trembled in antici-
pation, what would he touch next, how would it feel?

He reached down with both hands and parted my legs,
pushing them wide, my feet were still on the ground
on either side of the chaise.

Then he moved his face close to my crotch, and I could
feel his breath on my me. I held my breath as he stuck
out his tongue and licked me!! It sent sending shivers
all over my body.

He licked my between the legs, and reached up and
parted my pussy lips, licking at my clit, and I came,
like there was a sudden jolt of electricity shooting
through me. I writhed all over the chaise, my legs
jerking and my muscles tightening. I think I screamed
even. Then, he pulled his mouth away.

He straddled the chaise, standing over me, his cock
right in my face. I knew what he wanted me to do. I
also knew that I would do it. After all, he’d just
given me such good feeling, the least I could do was
return the favor.

I leaned forward and took hie stiff cock into my mouth
and sucked on it, hard. I reached around and grabbed
his tight ass cheeks, pulling his cock deeper into my
throat. I could feel him making it jerk inside my
mouth, and suddenly, my mouth was flooded with a big,
hot load of his come. Time and again, his cock jerked,
sending another gob of cream into my throat. I choked
and gagged on it, but he held my head tightly to his
front. I swallowed and swallowed, but I could swallow
it all, some slid out of my mouth and down my chin,
puddling on my tits.

Finally, his cock stopped jerking and he pulled it out
of my mouth. He stood above me and made it dance some
more.

We didn’t do anything more that day, but nowadays my
cousin John makes his cock do tricks deep inside me
and sometimes, I’m able to use my pussy muscles to
grab his dancing cock.