He promised his mother that during their visit he would spend quality time with his cousin, and he had kept his word. That very night after their first sexual escapade she had slipped down to the rec room where he slept on the fold-out couch, and they had a quiet quickie. Then the next day he had fucked her doggie style in the living room when the parents were out to dinner, and when he took her to a movie she sat on his cock in the back row of the balcony and came twice. When they went to the beach, they got naked and made out in one of the changing cabins; she gave him a blow job, and they screwed in the back seat of her dad's car in a dark corner of the parking lot. It was all quality time. And then Sharon Summerville invited them to a party at her house when her parents were out of town...
There were six couples invited, for a total of 12, but it turned out to be a baker's dozen. Sharon's stepbrother was in town for the weekend and Sharon had lined up one of her more promiscuous friends for his date. The girl got drunk last week, tripped, and did a face pant that resulted in a chipped tooth and a broken nose, so she was off the roster, and he was an outlier. He was a drama major at Boston U and way into soccer so Sharon thought the cousins would have things in common and could cover him ("Please, maybe..?") It helped that he was personable and handsome; he could have been another cousin - dark hair, bright blue eyes, an athletic body - so luckily for all, they hit it off right from the start.
She was wearing a short skirt tight across the ass and ending at the top of her long, tanned legs and a light knit top that accented her marvelous braless breasts and did nothing to conceal the prominent nipples which the new guy quite obviously appreciated. He was looking hot as usual in T-shirt and surfer shorts and had that casually confident vibe that always made him more appealing. The other guy, Greg, was in jeans and polo shirt, and had a genuine smile and a smooth style that helped him fit gracefully into their niche. Their conversation developed rapidly, and as Sharon had predicted, they found common interests to talk about. With a little encouragement, he offered some keen observations about a recent Broadway play and strong opinions about the latest roster changes for Liverpool. He rapidly became what felt like an old friend. They made a congenial trio and meshed naturally into the party group. The liquor was flowing freely, the joints were circulating, and they all had a good buzz going by the time the music warmed up.
It was a big house, and the furniture had been pushed back to the perimeters of the main rooms, so there were 13 bodies bouncing to the beats. It was a group dance, and although the others were all couples, it was everyone shaking it out on their own and bumping butts with whoever was closest. No one was specifically partnered with anyone else at that point, so the three of them fit seamlessly into the scene. Then the music changed into a languid rhythm, and they all paired up and segued into a slow dance. She melted into her cousin's arms and pressed her body against his, wrapping her legs around one of his and rubbing herself against his thigh. He pressed his hands against the small of her back and she lifted her face to accept a kiss. Like all the other couples in the room, they rubbed and swayed, their tongues entwined in a private bliss until halfway through the song Greg tapped him lightly on the shoulder.
"May I cut in..?"
"Oh, yeah, sure," he responded, feeling interrupted but not irritated.
It would be rude to leave Greg out, as he had established his credentials as a cool guy and was by now part of the triad, so he stepped back and relinquished his spot. She glided gracefully into a new embrace and lay her head on his shoulder. He wrapped her tightly in his arms and pulled her close to feel her breasts mash against his chest. His hands lingered in the small of her back and roamed tantalizingly close to her butt as he nuzzled her neck. When the song ended, they broke their grips, and she leaned in and kissed him briefly but firmly on the lips. She then stepped over to her cousin and kissed him again to affirm their bond. The music picked up again and they all returned to a mass dance, although some of the couples were drifting away into the corners to continue making out.
They dropped enthusiastically into the rocking and rolling routine and fell into a group hug at song's end. Sharon's mix included a heavy mix of slow tunes to indulge her guests' interest in rubbing up, so it was no surprise when the next one was a romantic ballad. Greg moved first this time and pulled her into a tight embrace and led her into slow glide across the floor. He watched as their bodies melded and their hips moved in keeping with the seductive rhythms that filled the smokey air. They were carried away by the music and like the other couples were locked in a full body embrace. He watched as they looked into each other's eyes and locked faces prolonging a passionate kiss. Moved more by a sense of propriety than jealousy, at the mid-point of the song, he stepped up and tapped Greg on the shoulder. They separated as if by plan and she rolled gracefully into his arms.
"Damn but he's a good dancer," she whispered. "You don't mind do you..?
"Not at all," he replied almost truthfully. "He's like a brother tonight."
"It was kind of exciting..."
"I'll bet. And for him too" he said with a smile.
"Yeah, I noticed..." She blushed and kissed him and felt his hardness against her thigh.
The pattern was repeated several times, with them all getting cozier as the night ran on, and each guy getting thoroughly kissed and taking turns enjoying the warm contact of her body. She thrived on the attention and relished the feeling of their bulging penises pressed against her belly and thighs. The last song ended, and Gregg rejoined them with a fresh round of drinks. They settled into an empty couch, she in the middle with the guys seated snugly on either side. They finished the drinks, and she raised her arms and draped them around their necks, pulling him in for a warm kiss, and then turning and delivering another prolonged open-mouth kiss to Greg.
"M-m-m-m" she whispered, alternating between them. "Double the pleasure."
The next time she locked lips with her cousin, he slipped a hand under her blouse and cupped her lovely breast. She exhaled and turned to plant a hot kiss on Greg, who responded with the same enthusiasm and slipped his own hand under her shirt and massaged her other breast. She pulled them to her, arching her back and thrusting her bountiful chest into their hands, her nipples growing rigid as she kissed first one and then the other. Their breathing quickened and the fondling of her tits got more insistent. She broke the rotation and raised her chin, tightening her head locks on both of their necks.
"We'd better take this upstairs," she said.
Greg said, "I've got the guest room suite at the end of the hall."
They followed her up the stairs, appreciating the alluring sway of her nicely rounded bum. She led them down to the end of the hall and into the suite. She closed the door and locked it, then smiled naughtily, stepped forward, kissed them each in turn, and stripped off her shirt. They drifted toward the queen-sized bed, shedding clothing as they went. They ended up fully nude, her lying on her back between the two of them with a cock in each hand and a mouth attached to each luscious swollen breast. Their fingers wandered down her torso and traced slow lines across the insides of her open thighs. As if by plan their hands approached her crotch from each side and their fingers walked to the outer lips of her vagina and opened them like the covers of a book, then sorted through the inner pages. They tickled and probed her together, and as their fingers explored her moistening pussy, she gasped and squeezed their cocks. Greg focused on her clitoris and the cousin inserted his index finger and crooked it, searching for the G-spot. She sighed and whimpered as they both contacted their targets, saying "Yes, yes!" and "More, more!"
They fingered her pussy and sucked her hardened nipples as she stroked their cocks and writhed between them. All three of them felt their hearts beat faster and their passion rise as their hands and mouths fanned the rising flames and she cried out for more. Then with a gasp and a growl and a gnashing of teeth, her body flexed, and her orgasm hit like an avalanche. She released their cocks and pressed their heads into her heaving chest, murmuring contentedly like she was feeding twins. Her panting subsided and she relaxed.
"OK," she said, "now somebody fuck me."
Her cousin was the first to react. He lifted her near side leg and pressed his hard cock against her moistened vaginal lips. She opened wider to accommodate him and took Greg's cock in her hand again and pulled him up toward her face. His cock was throbbing and the head was hard and round as a golf ball. She licked it like a lolly pop, then put her hands on his ass and pulled him into her throat. She gagged briefly, then took his shaft down to the balls while her cousin feverishly pounded his man meat into her hot wet pussy. She felt their urgency building and wanting to prolong the event, spit the cock out of her mouth and said: "Trade places."
They both responded somewhat reluctantly but followed her instruction with renewed vigor. Greg slid down and raised her other leg to press his golf ball glans next to her hole and without hesitation, sank his putt. The cousin moved up and presented his swollen velvet plum to her open lips, and without hesitation she engulfed its familiar length deep in her throat. The guys were relishing both ends of her body and she was ecstatic with the sensations of two cocks servicing her naked hunger. She felt them increase the tempo and swell inside her again, and helpless to resist her own passion, she opened the flood gates and loosed a gushing climax to meet theirs as they came in unison in her mouth and cunt.
They lay quiet for a time, recovering from the rush of their mutual climax. She spoke first:
