by Ford, Mia
“I’m going to come!” I yelled.
“Yes! Give it to me!” Sam moaned between my legs.
I pushed his face even farther into me and ground my hard pussy right on his sweet, soft lips.
His tongue pushed hard into my aching slit, just in time for my orgasm to erupt inside of me.
“Fuck!” I screamed.
I felt my juices gushing out of me right then. I’d never come so hard or so wet in my life before. It was like an earthquake of an orgasm with several multiple tremors afterwards. My whole body was on fire with passion, lust, and adrenaline as I continued to twitch and move almost involuntarily, my wet pussy scraping back and forth across Sam’s overworked and accepting mouth.
As my orgasm ended I finally pulled myself away from Sam’s mouth. He stood up quickly and kissed me hard on the lips. I loved the way his mouth tasted, especially when mixed with my orgasmic, pussy juices. The mixture was tantalizing and fully intoxicating. I was drunk on passion and lust right then. I couldn’t have walked if I’d tried. The room was practically spinning around me.
And this party was just beginning.
Sam pushed me back farther on the bed right then and straddled in between my legs. I felt the tip of his hard cock a split second before he entered me deeply. I was already so wet that he slid right in; otherwise it might have hurt for him to thrust inside me so deeply, that early.
I rolled my hips back a little farther and let Sam get deeper into me. Then I rested my legs over his shoulders and he picked up the signal to thrust even deeper still, pressing up on his toes and angling down at me a bit. The tip moved farther into the back of my tight, wet pussy. It felt heavenly.
Sam’s face was right on top of mine now. I could feel his heavy breathing, taste his sweet breath, and hear every single moan of pleasure my body was giving him. I pulled him even closer and kissed him deeply which seemed to make his dick even harder.
“Fuck me!” I moaned. I wanted it to go as hard as possible and as fast as possible. I wanted it to hurt, almost as if he were punishing me with that hard dick of his. I needed to be punished for ignoring my desires and thinking this was a bad thing.
Sam’s body was tense, which was echoed on the facial expression he was wearing. His muscles were tight, tensed, and focused on delivering the best possible performance that they could. All of their hard work seemed to be concentrated on the task at hand and on delivering every ounce of pressure they could into his hard dick which he continued to pound and pound into me.
“I’m almost there!” Sam groaned.
“Yes! Fill me up!” I said.
I wanted my wetness to be filled completely with his salty cum. Yes, the more I thought about it the more I wanted it. I wanted my cousin’s seed inside of me. It was so wrong, but it felt so perfect. I could just see the expression on other peoples’ faces when they found out that I’d just fucked my cousin so good and I’d loved every minute of it.
“Yes!” Sam groaned.
I felt him release inside of me. He was almost convulsing with the pleasure as his dick became harder yet and thrashed around inside of my hot, wet, very tight pussy which gripped him and pulled even stronger on the tip trying to milk every drop free from his body.
A moment later I came for the second time. It was even stronger than the first. It took us several moments to reset ourselves and actually be able to talk to each other about what had just happened, but mostly we just enjoyed being with each other lying in bed, snuggling, cuddling, and falling asleep.
Before my eyes closed and sleep fell over me, I knew that my life was changed now forever.
And I was damn excited to see what was going to happen next.
Chapter Fourteen
Sam
I woke up to the smell of pancakes and eggs. The sweet, scent of maple syrup was always a good wake-up call to me. It was quite possibly the perfect condiment and I usually ate it on just about everything, not just pancakes.
Checking my phone, I saw it was almost eight in the morning. It was a Sunday, which meant I usually did not wake up until at least noon, but my band didn’t have any gigs last night (which was two Saturdays in a row unfortunately), so I decided that I could be disturbed from my rest after all.
My first thought after the breakfast smells and the time was Kay. Where was she? It took my foggy, sleep soaked mind a few seconds to put two and two together to realize that she must have woke up early and fixed some breakfast for the two of us. I’d yet to taste her cooking, but if she could cook any way near as good as she was in bed…well, I could have died a happy man after breakfast.
Bed… wow… last night…
It almost seemed like a dream that was too good to ever be reality, but it had happened. After what felt like years of hoping and dreaming, I’d actually done it. We’d done it. Kay and I had made love. And it had been the single greatest experience in my entire life. It was beyond amazing. It was like a spiritual awakening, or at least what I thought a spiritual awakening might actually feel like.
I rolled out of bed, grabbed my boxers off the floor, and put them on. Then I made my way to the breakfast table. Kay’s eyes lit up and rolled over my muscular body taking it all in. This was one of the reasons why I went to the gym; I loved to look good.
“Hey there,” Kay said giving me a quick kiss before I sat down to my place at the table.
“Wow, this looks awesome,” I said.
“Well, I decided it was my turn to cook you breakfast,” Kay said. “Especially after last night, I thought you might need to keep your strength up.”
I smiled as she sat a plate down in front of me loaded with pancakes, scrambled eggs, several sausage links, and bacon. This was promptly followed by two biscuits smothered in butter.
“Everything look good?” Kay asked as she filled my coffee cup and sat it down.
“Yeah, it looks incredible,” I said before digging in. It was incredible. Wow, it turned out that Kay was an amazing cook. Hell, it was so much better than what I’d made.
And I didn’t realize how hungry I was until I really sat down and started scarfing down the food.
Kay fixed her own plate and joined me a moment later. I caught her gaze a few times between bites and she was looking at me with a big, beautiful smile.
“What?” I asked.
“I just love to see you eat,” Kay replied.
After a few minutes of eating quickly, I started to get a little full and slowed my pace. It was time to talk about the elephant in the room.
“So, about last night…” I started before trailing off. Damn. I wasn’t sure how to approach this subject after all.
“I know,” Kay said. “It was even more amazing then I ever thought it could be. I don’t know why I waited so long to give in. You were right the whole time.”
I loved what I was hearing. I’d thought that maybe it was just me and my own vivid imagination that actually thought this could continue and be more than just the amazing one night it had been so far, but here was Kay agreeing with me and she actually seemed excited about the possibilities.
“Wow, it means a lot to hear you say that,” I said. “Last night, I was overwhelmed by desire. I just couldn’t handle not being with you anymore. I had to just show you that I am for real and that what I feel for you is real.”
Kay paused. She took a sip of her coffee. Then she placed her hand on mine.
“I know. I realized it when I saw you in the doorway. There was something in the air right then that just blasted every thought, every concern, fear, or doubt in my mind to the farthest reaches of the universe where it just didn’t matter anymore. I had to have you.”
I kissed her hand softly and smiled.
This was new to me, to feel so much for a woman that it went so far beyond mere physical lust. I really cared about Kay. Was it too early to say that I was falling in love with her? I didn’t really think so. I didn’t think we were to the point of saying that to each other yet of course, but I could admi
t it to myself for sure. I was falling in love with Kay, and the more I thought about it, I realized that I’d been falling in love with her for a long time. I just hadn’t known it until now.
“So, what about our families? What about… everything?” I asked. This thought still made me nervous. It was easy to just not worry about it before when I was so single-minded and zeroed in on just seducing Kay, but now that we both understood that this stretched far beyond that, I just didn’t know how it was going to play out. We were becoming an item, but we were cousins. This was not accepted at all by society at large, and even less so by our families which were much more conservative.
Kay looked a bit alarmed when I mentioned it. I felt guilty for bringing it up, but we had to discuss it. This wasn’t the type of thing we could just forget and pretend didn’t matter. Wow, it was so stressful.
“I know,” Kay said. “I’ve been thinking about that.”
“And?”
“Well, right now, why do we even have to bring it up? Let’s just enjoy this and let things happen naturally. When it becomes time to tell them, then we will just have to tell them. Until then it really isn’t anyone else’s business, right?”
I smiled and nodded.
“Wow, you are right,” I said. “In a way it is kind of weird to be so secretive, but I also love it. The whole sneaking around and doing something that is so naughty—I love it. This is just a great way to make it all so much hotter.”
Kay shook her head with a laugh. “That’s right.”
We finished breakfast and I helped Kay clean up everything. Then we both got dressed and sat about figuring out the rest of the day.
“I was thinking that since it’s still the weekend we could take a day trip up to Prescott,” I said. “You ever been there or heard anything about it?”
“No,” Kay said.
“Ah, it’s great. It’s a historic old west mining town. Most of the town is new and modern, but they do have the historic strip where they still have some of the old saloons and historic places that have been there well over a hundred years. It’s been a while since I’ve been up that way; would you like to go?”
Kay wrapped her arms around me and held me close. I loved it when she did that. She was so soft, so warm, and so inviting. And she was so damn beautiful. Whenever I was around her, I just wanted to tear her clothes off and make sweet love to her. Soon, I hoped it would happen again. Oh, yeah. Very soon.
“That sounds great,” Kay said. “Tell me, does it have any haunted history?”
I threw my head back and laughed. “Now you are speaking my language,” I said. “I love historic, haunted old landmarks. Prescott, pretty much any Old West town for that matter, is littered with those haunted buildings. I believe a few of the historic sites in Prescott are actually featured in a few of those popular ghost hunter shows on television.”
“Nice,” Kay said.
“I didn’t know you were into that sort of thing,” I said. It was interesting finding out more about Kay all the time. As I did I was beginning to peel back the layers and reveal more about her. And there was so much more that we had in common.
“Yeah, I’ve been into it ever since I was a kid,” Kay said.
“Nice,” I replied.
We packed up our stuff for the day, and I packed an overnight bag and a tent just in case we did decide to do something like that. Prescott was only two hours outside of town, so if we did end up spending the night we could get back home quickly early in the morning. Kay had to go to work at that soul crushing job tomorrow after all. Even if she didn’t complain about it, I still considered the job to be soul crushing. At least it would be if I ever found myself in a corporate environment like that.
We loaded up the SUV and began the trek out of town. It was a beautiful, picturesque day outside, as was usual in Arizona almost any time of the year. Prescott was not that far, but it was a few thousand feet higher in elevation than Phoenix, so it was always a bit cooler, especially at night. With this in mind, I packed us a few hoodies and windbreakers just in case.
“So, how was your date last night?” I ask teasing.
Kay laughed. “Well, he is a really nice guy.”
“Do you think you will go out with him again? I’d really like to meet him next time.”
“You are such a jerk,” Kay laughed as she playfully hit my leg.
“Hey, now. I’m just expressing concern. That is no reason to go around hitting people.”
“The party actually wasn’t bad,” Kay said. “It was fun. It was hysterical seeing what people were wearing and what their significant others looked like. I mean, it was the weirdest matchups I’d ever seen.”
“I bet none of them were as weird as us…” I teased.
Kay gave me a sarcastic look.
“I’m serious,” she replied. “I’ve always wondered what people who work together do when they aren’t at work, like if they meet up somewhere else that is fairly normal and not really a work setting.”
“Wasn’t this thing at work?” I asked.
“Yes, but you know what I’m saying,” Kay said a bit annoyed.
I couldn’t help laughing. She was so feisty. It was pretty hot actually. I swear that everything this woman did turned me on in some way.
“Ok, so your co-workers are all married to trolls?”
“Yes, basically,” Kay said. “I hate to say that, but some of these men and women are really attractive and to see them with people who not only look weird, but act weird—it was just a bit jarring. I hope I didn’t stare too much and offend people.”
“I’m sure you stared at them just the right amount,” I said. “So, did this guy you went out with ask you out again?”
Kay smiled. “Yes, he actually did. How did you know?”
“Well, have you seen yourself?” I asked. “If you have seen yourself recently you would not ask silly questions like that.”
Kay patted my arm lightly.
“Well, I politely turned him down,” Kay said.
I smiled. It made me feel good to know that she turned down another guy’s advances, even though she and I had not had our little breakthrough yet. I wondered if she did that for the same reason I’d turned down a few women recently.
When we finally arrived in Prescott, I parked near the center of town where the old town meets the new part of town. We got out and started walking. I could already feel the slight chill in the air and I remembered to grab our hoodies.
“Wow, this place is beautiful,” Kay said looking around at some of the old buildings she saw off in the distance.
I remembered the first time I’d seen Prescott. It was just after I’d gotten into my Wild West phase and I was eager to learn all about the old haunts and hangouts where some of my favorite outlaws and gunslingers had actually done some of their stuff. I knew that Wyatt Earp and his brothers came through Prescott on their way to Tombstone, where they would eventually end up in the shootout known as the Gunfight at the O.K. Coral.
We decided to start our tour off in the historic section of town affectionately known as “Whiskey Row”. Our first stop was the Palace Saloon. This was one of the most famous frontier saloons in history and it was a place where so many famous historical figures had drank, and committed acts of insane violence.
“Wow,” Kay said as we entered. “They still have that same mystique, right? Like it sort of takes you back to those Wild West times.”
“That it does,” I said. “Wyatt, Virgil, and Morgan Earp used to come here, as well as Doc Holliday, and Wild Bill—hell, a bunch of others, too. But all that was of course before the great fire that consumed about five blocks of the city back then. I believe they rebuilt it as closely as they could, but many paranormal investigators believe that the dark history of this area contributed to the fire.”
I expected Kay to give me a sarcastic look about the paranormal folklore, but she actually smiled and winked at me. I love that she was open minded to things like that. I’d neve
r seen a ghost, at least nothing I could really confirm, but as far back as I could remember I’d always loved folklore and spooky, paranormal stories. I liked to stay open-minded and always keep the question “what if?” in the center of my mind.
We ordered a couple of drinks from the bar and then moved on down the line exploring various shops, buying a few souvenir items, before finally branching out to explore some of the other historical monuments in the city. Prescott was still a fairly small town, but the history of it was beautifully respected and well preserved. It was just one of the many things I loved about Arizona and I hoped that Kay would grow to love as well.
Our next stop was at the Fort Whipple Museum. This was basically the headquarters for the Military Department for Arizona back in 1870. It was a two story house painted a charming yellow with green trim. The house looked much bigger from the outside than it did on the inside, as seemed to be the case with most homes built in the eighteen hundred. The staircase was narrow and the steps were short. We had to be very careful as we walked up to the second story. There we explored a few bedrooms which had been revamped to work as offices.
The air smelled rich with the history of it all. There was something in the scent of the wood, the stagnation of the air currents, and even in the overall vibe of the place, as if the energy of those who had lived, worked, and died there had left behind a small piece of themselves so as to never be forgotten.
I sure as hell would never forget them.
After exploring all morning, we decided to grab a bite from a tavern on the edge of town.
“Wow, that looks like a pure heart attack on a plate,” Kay teased as I lifted the humongous double stacked burger that was dripping with grease to my hungry mouth.
I smiled and took a huge bite, savoring every bit of the fat, cheese, and grease as it created an orgasm of taste in my mouth.
I couldn’t keep from moaning softly as I savored the burger.
Kay laughed at me. I loved the fact that the little things I did seemed to amuse her and possibly even turned her on. She did the same to me. Just the little things and quarks that everyone has in various degrees that make them unique—things we don’t even notice or think about—but you notice about someone that you really care about.