1. My first time with cousin Camelia


    Date: 7/22/2015, Categories: Dark Fantasy, First Time, Male/Teen Female, Virginity, Author: abroadsword, Rating: 88.6, Source: sexstories.com

    my parts, candles, hairbrush handles, why even a hearth brush handle.” “Cam, that is disgusting!” I gasped. “Would you like to see?” she asked coyly, “Of course you would!” I just stared. She lifted the hem of her skirt. Dainty cream shoes. A dainty cream silk underskirt. Cream stockings. Pink suspenders, and nothing. No drawers, silk or otherwise. Just a neat triangle of blonde hairiness with a perfect peach like slit below. She stood her parts displayed as lewdly as any whore. “Cam!” I pleaded. “It is all right Edward, we can go upstairs,” she suggested. “Oh Cam.” I sighed. “Come,” she said and she took my hand. I was helpless, putty in her hands. I followed like a lamb to the slaughter. A bedroom. A bed. She led the way. Bolted the door behind us. Slipped off her skirts. Lay on the bed. Lay with her womans parts lewdly displayed. Her legs spread widely. Beckoning. Enticing. I slipped off my jacket and breeches. Undershirt. Stockings. Everything. My member reared. She stared. She seemed uncertain. I touched her softness. I felt the moistness of her parts. I eased a finger into her cleft, one finger then another, then a third. It was inevitable. I swung my knees between hers and guided my member into her softness. She screamed. “It will pass,” I assured her. The delights of her sweet tight parts entranced me “Agghhh,” she wailed. “Hush it will pass,” I assured her again as I thrust deeper inside her. “Nooooo,” she wailed, “It’s too big. Noooooo.” And in love and lust I ...
    started to ooze and pump my love within her. Tears poured down her pretty cheeks, “I hate you!” she snarled even as my seed flooded her parts. I stilled, eased my member from her. “I warned you,” I said as I sat on the bed beside her and wiped my member on the bedclothes. I put my arm around her shoulder, “It will ease,” I assured her. “I am torn in half, I shall never walk again,” she protested. “Cam,” I said quietly, “Shut up and kiss me.” “No!” she replied. So I kissed her. Forcibly. On her lips. My hand went to her breast, slipping the buttons on her bodice. Easing her mounds from their constriction. Kneading them. Caressing her nipples. “You are going to force me to conjoin again aren’t you?” she gasped as she felt my member stirring. “Yes,” I said between kisses, “And” Kiss, “Again,” Kiss, “And again.” She was wary. Scared. This time she allowed, rather than welcomed, me between, my rampant member between her legs, between her thighs, between the lips of her most secret part and deep inside her. Always expecting the pain. Her beautiful face screwed up in anticipation. Anticipation of an agony which did not come. My member slid easily in her warm moist cavern. Her look of concern softened. I kissed her forehead as my member sank in so deep that his tip nuzzled the very end of her cavern where her womb was. I kissed her eyebrows, then I kissed her mouth. My passion rose uncontrollably, my reserve out of consideration forgotten and I thrust into her with all my being. Riding ...