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[selena14]

20 Years of Foreplay Ch. 01

Ahhh, my cousin Denise.

Where to begin a twenty year tale of rising lust and sexual longing?

Suffice to say that however the story begins, it ends with the two of us in a very large bed, using all of it while finally exploring each other's every inch.

Before we get there, however, there's the little matter of twenty years of foreplay.

The first episode began during a visit my family made to Denise's house near the beach. I was 18. That's the first time I recall really noticing her as a sexual being. Before that she was just my cousin, who happened to be a girl. I hadn't seen her in a few years, since we lived about 1,000 miles apart. In the meantime, however, several changes had taken place, and I, as a horny teenager who already had a good ten years of masturbation behind me, noticed each change in a big way.

For one thing her tits had gotten much larger, seemingly out of nowhere, as I certainly didn't remember them that big a few summers before. In addition, the curve of her hips had become more pronounced and several other curves I hadn't noticed before caught my eye.

All of this was revealed to me during a beach trip on our second day of the vacation. As I sat on my towel dousing myself with suntan lotion, Denise lowered her jean shorts and took off her white tank top not five feet from where I was sitting. Underneath was a dark green flower print bikini that I tried very hard not to stare at. This was my cousin, after all, and I knew I wasn't supposed to find her attractive. The problem, of course, was that she wasn't just attractive; she was downright hot. Long, straight black hair that fell midway down her back, deep brown eyes, those softball-sized breasts that really filled in her bikini top, and an ass that sent all sorts of filthy thoughts careening around my head. Add to that perfect tanned legs leading down to dainty feet with shapely toes and red painted toenails, and I was in total forbidden love.

It took me a full five minutes to get my erection to go down to the point where I could safely stand up and hit the waves. Throughout the day, I tried not to think of Denise's body in the way that I had been, and was somewhat successful, until it came my time to shower up back at her house.

It was the empty suit that did it.

Her still-wet bathing suit was draped over a hamper in the upstairs bathroom. She had showered before me and had left the two-piece on the edge of the wicker basket to dry. I noticed a glowing ball of excitement in my gut, followed by a rising of my cock as I gazed at the thin fabric that had been wrapped around my cousin's most private parts only minutes before.

I couldn't resist. With a shaking hand, I reached for the bikini top and lifted it off the hamper. With both hands, I spread it open as it would have been on her chest. It was very damp, and the inside of the cups, where Denise's tits had sat all day, was lined with white polyester-like fabric. Standing there naked, my 18 year old penis fully erect now, I turned it over and lifted it to my mouth, holding the white fabric first to my nose, then my lips, imaging that I was kissing her actual nipple. The excitement was almost overwhelming.

I laid the top down and picked up the Holy Grail, her bikini bottoms. It took a few seconds to figure out which was the waist and which were leg holes, but the bottoms were lined with the same smooth white fabric. I held them in front of me as if she were wearing them, marveling at how small the waist seemed. I sniffed the outside first, where her pussy lips would have been only moments before. I had been staring at this very spot on the beach, and her pussy had actually been in it - right here! I turned the fabric over and sniffed the inside, goose bumps standing out all over me. It, too, was still damp, and I thought I detected a slight, unfamiliar scent. I was still a virgin at 18, and while I had played around with my high school girlfriend, I had never gotten as far going down on her, though not for lack of trying. I licked the fabric, imagining that I was licking some of my cousin's actual juices off of her bikini.

It was about there that my other hand drifted down to my engorged member, and I casually began sliding my hand up and down the shaft.

At the time, I didn't really have any knowledge that there was such a thing as panty-sniffing as a fetish, but I was sure getting an education in it. Then, almost without thinking, I draped the bikini bottoms over my cock, placing the purple cockhead where her crotch had been. I commenced to some serious jacking off then, sliding my cousin's bikini bottoms up and down. The softness and wetness of the fabric felt incredible. Within 30 seconds I felt the familiar urgent pressure in my groin, and before rationality had a chance to take over I had spurted white cum all over the inside of Denise's bikini.

I continued stroking away with the freshly lubed material until a wave of realization and guilt struck me. What had I just done? Have I violated my cousin? Certainly her privacy, but she must never know about this. And what now? Can she get pregnant if she wears these?

I panicked and started the shower, rinsing the bikini in hot water and rubbing the crotch with bar soap. I wrung them out a bit, then a moment of horror as I realized I didn't remember the positioning of the pieces on the edge of the hamper. What if she noticed they had been moved?

I estimated the best I could and stepped finally into the shower. The guilt was soon replaced by the memory of how sweet that scent had been, and, my erection returned as I imaged having sex with my cousin in the shower, our slick naked bodies rubbing and slapping together. This thought was deliciously taboo, and I luxuriated in it as I stroked myself to another, almost painful climax

That night was a bit awkward for me at the dinner table, as I would forever see my cousin in a different light. Though I didn't know it at the time, the next day would bring an even stronger and stranger episode in my long, slow journey into lust with Denise.

To Be Continued...

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A Blond In Trouble

Traveling is my favorite thing. I've been all over the world without any problems, until Africa. I had rented a car to explore one of those exotic dictatorships of the dark continent and I was having a really great time. As a gorgeous, blond, single woman, I have come to enjoy men learing at me lustily, undressing me with their eyes. It was a blast, until I tried to leave the country...

Handcuffed behind my back I sat on a wooden chair next to a table in a room with no windows. I must have been there for an hour when a uniformed black man suddenly opened the door, walked in, and sat on the table 2 feet away from me.

"You know Miss, your in big trouble."

"What's this about? Why am I here?"

He looked at my breasts. My nipples were hard as rocks from the excitement.

"Drug smuggling is a serious crime."

"I'm not a smuggler. The drugs must have been planted."

He rolled his eyes upward in their sockets and stood up. He paced about the room and then crouched behind me.

"Miss, you're in big trouble and you'll cooperate if you know what's good for you."

"I'll do anything you say. Just let me go. I'm innocent."

He eyed my body from top to bottom one more time before leaving the room.

A few minutes later, I was blindfolded and led out to a car where I was driven to another part of the city. Two men led me into a building and sat me down on a bed in a dimly lit room. They took off the blindfold and handcuffs.

A few minutes later, a big fat black man walked into the room. He must have weighed 400 pounds. He said his name was Colonel Totuba and he was assigned to my case. He offered me a cigarette. I accepted it and gave him a friendly thank you. He lit it for me and I took a deep drag...

"Miss Smith, this is a serious matter, but I think that we can resolve the situation with your full cooperation."

"I'll do anything."

"That you will! Take off your clothes!"

"What? I don't understand!"

"Strip!"

"No!"

The colonel pushed a button on the side of the table and two armed black men entered the room. They strong armed me, held me so I couldn't move. The colonel walked up to me and with one powerful grab, ripped my pretty dress right off my body. It tore into strips in his powerful hands. Next, he pulled apart my bra and my 44D breasts came bouncing out.

They sat me down on the chair. All I had on was my panties, garter belt, stockings and high heels.

"Miss Smith, I don't think you realize the seriousness of your situation."

"Please! I'll cooperate. Just tell me what you want."

"That's better. With that attitude you'll be free in no time. Get on the bed!"

Quickly, I did what he ordered. He pulled a digital camera from his pocket.

"We need to take some photos of you. Kneel down and show off those beautiful breasts for me."

I did my best to pose like a model, jutting out my breasts with my arms clasped behind my head while he snapped some pictures.

"Lie down on your back and raise your legs in the air!" I readily did what he requested.

"Now Miss Smith, I want some beaver shots."

I took off my panties and spread my legs wide and willing for the Colonel. Wetting my lips with my tongue, I smiled for the camera sexily as he clicked off shots of me displaying my pussy, high heels pointed at the ceiling.

"Very good, Miss Smith! Your cooperation is greatly appreciated."

I thought it best to play along with the charade. They were holding all the cards and I had no idea what they were planning.

"The Colonel knows how to make me feel like a woman. I'll bet you have your way with all the girls."

I reached for the bulge in his pants and rubbed it lustily.

"Got a rocket in your pocket?"

I un-zipped his fly and out popped a huge plum-sized cock head.

"Oh Colonel! You're so big!"

He grimaced as I grasped the base of his turgid cock and I slowly pursed my lips about his gigantic penis. Kneeling before him, sucking and slurping on that massive member with increasing passion, I increased the tempo until my head bobbed wildly, fellating the hell out of him. When I made doe eyes up at him, he began to spurt his seeds into my mouth. I gobbled it all up voraciously while he moaned with pleasure. I managed to swallow all his cum in one gulp.

He threw me on the bed.

"Whore!"

"Yes, I'm your whore! What's your pleasure?"

He pushed the button again and two armed men entered the room.

"Take her to the studio."

In a moment I was whisked away to what seemed like a well equipped television studio with cameras and lights etc.

They sat me down on a stool and gave me a cool drink. It must have been drugged because all I can remember was being hot and bothered, and black men having their way with me. One after another, naked black men came and pleasured themselves with my body.

The first one was the ugliest man I'd ever seen. His face had a surly expression as he pushed me down on to the mat and bluntly poked his bulbous cock head up my quivering vagina. I gasped as he penetrated me in one stroke, pinned to the floor, my legs propped high in the air by his muscular arms, he proceeded to fuck me hard. In the drug induced passion of the moment I French kissed him all the while, briskly scratching his naked back with my manicured nails till he creamed into my loins in spasms of ecstasy.

As soon as he rolled off, two more men took me onto a couch where they made me envelop the first black man's penis in my cunt. They positioned some video cameras while the second black man rubbed oil on his cock. While I fucked on top of the first black, he spread my cheeks and the other shoved his dick up my ass.

I moaned like a whore in heat. The cameras rolled. The men pumped and pistoned.

"Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me" I begged at the top of my lungs.

In one gigantic climax, we all came at once, splurting, gushing and squirting; my cunt and ass oozing with black men's semen. The free for all went on like this for hours, until I passed out.

The next day I awoke in a convent. The nuns had found me in a ditch and brought me there to recuperate. With their help, I managed to escape the country.