"All right," Lucy had said to Kevin, "then we'll have to love each other a whole lifetime in the next two weeks. We can't waste a second of the time we have together. It's not as if we're going to lose each other, not if we take all that we can, while we can.
"No more tears now! Give me all the love you have, so I can keep it when you go."
Lucy and Kevin's time was limited, but their sexual energy wasn't. Complete virgins only two weeks ago, the two had embarked on a voyage of discovery which had taken them into uncharted waters.
They now were routinely doing things they had never heard of. In the summer of 1970 nobody openly discussed oral sex, let alone "deep-throating", except some of the wilder kids in the gym locker rooms. Anal sex was something you could be arrested for. Even TALKING about it in public could put you behind bars, where it was a routine practice.
As they counted down the days, they took every opportunity to get and give the most pleasure possible. Sometimes they could get away for a little privacy, down on the little hidden bay where they first went skinny-dipping. There was time for kissing, constant touching, even occasional oral play.
One evening they were cleaning up the kitchen. Lucy was washing the counters and mopping the floor, Kevin doing the dishes. Lucy's parents were in the next room discussing plans for the upcoming Fourth of July. Lucy crept up beside her cousin.
Looking straight into his eyes, she raised her finger to her lips, giving him a silent "ssshhh!" Quickly she pulled his prick, already stiffening, from his battered jeans. She deftly ran her nails under his balls making him shiver, and stiffer. Cupping his soft scrotum in her left hand, with her right she pulled on his shaft. She kissed him to insure his silence while she stroked him.
"Oh, Kevin! Your dad called yesterday--says he and yer mom'll be up next Friday on the third. They'll stay over the weekend and we can all see the fireworks together."
"Great, Uncle Ralph!" His voice just barely trembling from the workout Lucy was giving his cock. He rejoined the kiss, already in progress, one of his hands still holding the pan he had been scrubbing.
In the short time she'd had to explore it, Lucy had learned every nerve in Kevin's cock, her beloved "Fido". She now proved what she could do with that knowledge.
With her soft, subtle touch she masterfully played his organ like a sexual virtuoso. She constantly surprised him with touches and pinches in places and to rhythms he could not predict. He struggled to remain quiet as the level of his excitement increased. In less than two minutes he was on the verge of orgasm, completely under her manual control.
She pulled her face back, maintaining eye contact with him as he approached the edge. With her will, she kept him quiet. Although his breathing deepened, he only shivering with his tension. Then a with a sudden kiss, she touched the exact spot that would set off every nerve in his body. It was a spot she had found early on in their explorations.
She was holding his shaft like a flashlight, and when she knew he was ready she pushed the knuckle of her index finger deep into the tissue at the base of his shaft. She could feel his balls drawn up tight to the underside of her finger, then she made a move exactly like pulling the trigger of a gun. Like a gun firing backwards, he shot a liquid bullet into her waiting palm.
Now he felt as if he were melting. He trembled. He felt rubbery and weak. Lucy smiled sweetly, nastily as she raised her sperm-filled hand and stuck her tongue into the pearly pool, lapping his seed up like a kitten.
His long suppressed moan escaped. She quickly slapped her other hand over his mouth to silence him. He smiled, ran his tongue across her palm, then fluttered it between her fingers.
Now she moaned and Kevin whipped his sudsy hand from the dishpan to cover her mouth. Startled, she clapped her cum-filled hand over his. A jet of semen squirted into the air and landed right on the bridge of her nose.
The two of them exploded into uproarious laughter. Quickly they rinsed off, then reached for towels to clean themselves up, giggling uncontrollably.
"What's going on in there?"
"Mo-o-om! Kevin put bub-bub-bubbles in my mouth!" Lucy half-wailed, half-giggled in reply.
"Well--SHUT YOUR MOUTH!" Rose yelled, then chuckled. Kevin fell to the floor; his legs kicking in the air as he tried to zip up his pants. Everyone was laughing by then, each at different things.
Every night they got together in "their swing" on the front porch or Kevin's bed, holding and loving each other in every way they could think of, except one
At the beginning of their sexual play, Kevin had left Lucy's vaginal area alone because of social taboos and their mutual fear of pregnancy. Later, Lucy found that any time Kevin played too long near her pussy, she found herself overwhelmed with feelings that she couldn't deal with. Strong turbulent emotions raised a clamor in her mind. The intensity of thought and sensation was such that she became dizzy and nauseated and had to make him stop.
When he touched her anal area, it was a different story. Although she was disgusted by the thought, the feeling was so pleasurable, that she had convinced Kevin to pump her with his fingers for as long as she could stand it. She soon learned to "stand it" for longer than Kevin could. His fingers would get some sexual variation of "writer's cramp".
It was June 25 the next time they got the cabin to themselves. Lucy's folks headed out before noon across the lake to shop. The two quickly undressed; they loved to see each other nude and let their skin press together. The night before had been long and strenuous, so they settled on the swing in the screened front porch, invisible to the rest of the lake residents.
Kevin and Lucy talked for a while about school and the future, but soon the topic turned to their favorite subject--sex. They had, from the start, been totally frank and comfortable discussing what they knew of techniques and general information, but unfortunately neither knew a lot. Together they had tried almost everything they knew about, and had now begun to experiment. Mad scientists of sex using their own bodies as laboratories. They had become used to what anyone else might call seriously deviant behavior and they were
still
looking for new borders to cross.
In this spirit, Kevin looked Lucy straight in the eyes, saying seriously, "We gotta try something--something kinda weird, but I think we hafta try it."
"Something weird, huh? What's left?"
"Well, look at the way you're holding my hand, right now." Unconsciously she'd been clasping together the index, middle and ring fingers of his right hand. "You know what fingers those are."
"Yeah," she grinned sheepishly, looking up at him; "those are the fingers you stick up my ass."
"You've been doing that a lot, holding those fingers. You like it when I put them in you, don't you." He spoke that as a statement, not a question.
"Yeah, I don't know why, but I like it."
"What does it feel like in your hand right now?"
"It feels like your dick, that's what you're gettin'to isn't it?"
