My cousin's family was visiting mine for a couple of weeks at our Long Island home. Her mother and mine were sisters, and we alternated family visits every year or two. Judy and I were the same age, eighteen. We hadn't seen each other in two years, and although she clearly had changed physically, I discovered only as time passed that she had also changed dramatically in sexual maturity and experience.
I had a used car, a Ford my uncle sold me for $200, sort of a gift. It had a stick shift, a bench seat, and an AM radio. And it provided Judy and me with the only real privacy available to us. Given our parents, my two sisters, and her three siblings, all in a three bedroom house, there was not much space. Judy and I had some left over business from our last get together at their home and wanted some time without constant oversight. So we took my car and drove aimlessly around town talking and listening to the radio. Judy had immediately moved to the middle of the seat, right up against me, and held my right arm in both her hands against her breast as we drove.
When last together, we had necked a lot and even did some light petting, but this initial contact left me befuddled. I had enjoyed some vague, unfocused fantasies about Judy in the interim, but nothing prepared me for this immediate, brazen contact. I had some trouble concentrating on driving. Looking back, I was incredibly naïve sexually, a virgin in almost every sense. And to be this close to a hot, pretty, seemingly sexually aggressive young woman left me confused. Not that I was complaining. Just not sure how to respond.
We drove around slowly for an hour or so with her head on my shoulder, listening to the radio. Her hands continued to hold and stoke my arm, and continued to press it into her breast. I didn't know if this was simple cousinly, unconscious contact or deliberate teasing. Then at one point she commented on a male singer, "Oh, his voice just makes me cream my panties."
I almost lost control of the car, having to jerk it back into our lane. She saw my expression and laughed. Taking my right hand, she stuffed it down between her thighs and clamped it there with my fingers holding her bare thigh just below her shorts. It was the first time I had come this close to touching a girl's pussy, and I immediately went into a state of pure lust. I was an inexperienced virgin and here was my cute blond cousin making advances to me. At least I thought she was. Could this be another innocent act?
She snuggled up tight against me and pulled my hand as far up into her crotch as it could go, jamming it against her shorts-covered pussy. OK, confusion resolved: not an innocent accident. My cock grew hard and was uncomfortably cramped in my jeans, but I was trapped; I couldn't just reach down and rearrange myself. She watched my face and continued to giggle. Her head came down onto my shoulder again, and she pressed her breast harder against my arm.
We soon came to a traffic light and I had to stop. When the light turned green I had to retrieve my hand so I could shift gears, but I couldn't do anything about the condition of my erection without her seeing. She promptly took my hand and put it back into her crotch.
We had now stopped talking and just rode silently. Then, whether she noticed my bulge, or just wanted to flirt some more, she put her hand into my lap and began rubbing me. I must have groaned without knowing it for she laughed again and said, "Looks like you've got a little problem. Or maybe a big one."
Her hand on me felt wonderful. My cock had never been touched by anyone but me and this was almost too much to bear. I thought I might explode right inside my jeans.
I said, "Please slow down, Judy. I love what you're doing but if you don't stop for a minute I think I'll come in my pants." My voice sounded strange to me and I stuttered some as I croaked out this plea.
She giggled a little and reached up to kiss my cheek. "God, I love you Bob. I've been dreaming of being with you like this since I heard we were coming to visit. I must have jerked off at least a half dozen times on the long ride down state. I just covered myself with a coat and pretended to doze off, and then I stuck my hand down inside my shorts and panties and rubbed myself to some beautiful orgasms. And now I'm here, and you're here. I've got my hand on your cock and you've almost got yours in my cunt. What could be better?"
At her casual admission of her masturbation and the use of the word "cunt" I almost lost control of the car again. And, again, I almost came. I felt feverish and couldn't talk. I think I was shaking with the strength of my lust and I sure didn't belong behind the wheel.
At the first opportunity I pulled into a shopping center parking lot and parked well away from any other cars. As soon as I killed the engine I took my hand out of her crotch and turned to hug her. I kissed her and she responded eagerly, opening her mouth and pushing her tongue between my lips. I responded in turn and we drank from each other's mouth and inhaled each other's breath. With our mouths still together she took my hand and brought it to her breast, squeezing it on her firm mound to show me what she wanted me to do. I think by this time she had figured out just how sexually naive I was, so she took the lead.
"Here, unbutton my blouse," she said, helping me get the job done. "Pull it down off my shoulders so I can get my bra off. Yeah, that's it." She reached behind herself to unclasp the hooks and in a moment she was naked to the waist and back in my arms.
I couldn't seem to get enough air into my lungs. I was panting and sweaty, and I was stunned by her audacity -- and her breasts. They were beautiful; the size of oranges and gloriously firm. And just perfect, in my mind, for her body. Judy was not a tall girl, maybe 5'2", but she was what today we would call a hardbody. She was a good athlete, what you picture when you hear the term cheerleader, and her musculature showed it.
"Do you like me, Hon?" she asked. She cupped her breasts and massaged the saucy brown nipples. They were swollen, standing tall on her quarter-sized areolas.
"I stuttered something about how beautiful they were and bowed my head to take one into my mouth. I licked it and sucked on it, relishing the rubbery feel of the small erection as my lips and tongue worked on it. She sighed and held my head to her chest, moaning softly in my ear.
"Please bite me, Bob. Don't be afraid to hurt me. I'm tougher that I look and I like some pain. It makes me hot."
This inflamed me, like gasoline on a fire. I bit down into her right nipple and felt her jerk in response. I immediately let go and looked up at her with a question on my face.
"Oh, no, Sweetie. Don't stop. It felt wonderful. Do it some more. If it gets too intense I'll tell you."
I returned with enthusiasm to my task, biting, gnawing, sucking, squeezing, and in general abusing her beautiful breasts. She moaned continuously, holding my head firmly in place, squeaking at particularly painful events, or mumbling encouragement in small gasps. I left teeth marks in her smooth flesh and turned her nipples into sore stubs. While my mouth and teeth worked on one nipple, I watched her abuse the other. She would take it between her fingers and pinch hard, twisting and pulling the dark flesh harshly, distorting her breast in the process.
We had been double teaming her breasts for only a short while when she began to pant and moan more loudly. Her body tensed and I could feel her trembling. "Harder. Do it harder. I'm going to come. Oh, God, I'm coming!"
