background: Randi Druitt is a sexually liberated college girl, leery of commitment, who's come back to her rural hometown for a few months. These stories recount how some family members helped her cope with the area's limited sexual outlets.
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The weather was at the uneasy juncture between late winter and early spring; warm in the sun, cold in the shade. Randi glanced out through the bushes just beyond her bedroom window. The first flowers of spring were making a tentative appearance.
A sudden wave of ecstasy rippled across her nude body and she quivered with delight. Moving her gaze away from the outside world, she smiled and watched the small blonde head bobbing between her spread-eagled legs. This had to be the absolute perfect way to spend a Sunday afternoon.
Well, she supposed it might be even more perfect if Jim were here in bed with them. But while he was a most enthusiastic pussy licker, her brother couldn't top the talented tongue of their cousin, Sissy Rogers.
Of course, she should be good. Randi had trained Sissy—just as Aunt Clara had trained her. But there was a difference. To Clara, lesbian sex was something to do when no guys were around. Randi thought of it as a deliciously illicit, fun variation to sex with men. But for Sissy, it appeared to be her preference.
While Randi wasn't sure about that last part, she was sure Sissy had never dated, a fact that had nothing to do with her appearance. Sissy was a tall, blue-eyed blonde with girl-next-door good looks. She was a jock, a basketball player so good she'd be going to college on a sports scholarship in the fall. Her body had the lithe, lean grace and perfect proportions of the trained athlete.
There'd been a time when Randi thought Sissy might be interested in Jim. That was back when they were in junior high. It'd seemed like a natural pairing. Of course, some people might have talked. Cousins didn't date very often, even in rural Jackson Junction. But it wasn't against the law and had once been common.
A closet romantic, Randi had tried to help things along. But something happened and overnight, Sissy turned off on guys to the point of not even wanting to be around them. Even Jim was just barely tolerated. To this day Randi still wasn't sure why.
All thoughts stopped as she shuddered under a new surge of passion. It was an incredible rush, but not quite enough to trigger a climax. Sissy might be just eighteen, but she had an uncanny ability to keep Randi near the edge of a mind-warping orgasm that always seemed just a moment away.
Either Sissy was a natural or was getting in a lot of practice time with someone else. This was the first time they'd gotten together since Christmas. With Jim as a live-in lover and he, like Sissy, playing basketball, finding time to be alone with her had been impossible. Thank god, basketball season was over.
A series of slower, softer tongue strokes eased Randi back from the brink, but not very far. After letting out a long, shuddering sigh, she looked down at the grinning face of her tormentor. "You are an evil child."
"Nope, I'm an evil woman." Sissy stuck out her tongue, then began rotating her face while lowering it toward Randi's pussy like a hawk circling in for the kill. When tongue touched clit, Randi gasp at the intense sensation while her hips arched off the bed.
The violent reaction broke Sissy's contact. "You trying to toss me out of the saddle?" she teased, before diving back onto Randi's churning pussy. To secure her spot, she wrapped her long arms around Randi's thighs and held on tight. What her tongue began doing then was a form of exquisite torture. For Randi, it was like being on an ever shifting erotic edge between almost steady and not quite falling.
All sense of time or place was lost. Searing waves of sexual energy surged out from Randi's pussy, taking control of her body and mind. When the pleasure became more than she could bear, she would try to push the blonde head away. But a moment later she'd be trying to force that twisting, darting tongue even deeper into her snatch.
To stop the constant pulling and pushing, Sissy grabbed Randi's wrists and penned them to the bed. Somewhere in the back of her mind, Randi knew she could pull free. But she didn't want to be free--she wanted to come. "Oh shit, Sissy. I can't stand this. Please, please, get me off."
Her cousin's voice cut through the fog of emotions. "Okay, but first you've got to promise to do something for me."
"Sure. I'll go down on you. I always have. Hell, I'll do it every day, twice a day." The only response was a tongue stroking her clit. "Oh fucking shit!"
"That's not what I was talking about. This is, well, it's more personal."
If it was more personal than her eating Sissy out, it must be really special. "Whatever. Just do me, please."
"You promise?"
Another lick generated another anguished moan. "Oh god, yes."
"Well, in that case, since you promised." Sissy began gently lapping around the edges of Randi's well-licked pussy. Taking her time, she worked toward the clit she'd been lovingly abusing for so long. As her mouth settled into place, her tongue slipped inside Randi's pussy. The response was a quivering shudder and pleas for a quick release. When she swirled her tongue inside the warm, slick pussy, the pleas became louder. Still taking her time, she encircled the swollen clit with her lips and began sucking gently while teasing it with the tip of her tongue. The unheeded pleas turned into a deep, throaty noise followed by a long moan.
Randi's body was under the control of those lips and that tongue. Everything seemed to be happening at once. She was panting, babbling, and tossing her head from side to side while bucking and twisting across the bed. This time, when she approached the brink of an orgasm, Sissy increased the pressure of her lips and the speed of her tongue.
It struck with a soul-shattering intensity. Randi's body went on erotic autopilot. There was a strangled groan and her hips arched high off the bed. Her scalp tinged, her toes curled. Everything in-between was jangling nerves on sexual overload. Sissy managed to hold on as the first wave of warm fluid washed over her face.
The moment her body began to relax and her hips started sinking back toward the bed, the touch of Sissy's tongue sent them surging back upward. The process was repeated again and again. It was like being a yo-yo, rising and falling at the whim of a young, blond goddess determined to give all the pleasure Randi could endure.
As it turned out, Randi could endure a lot of pleasure. But even she had a limit. When the last shiver of erotic excitement ebbed away, she pulled Sissy up beside her. Exhausted, they lay wrapped in each other's arms, luxuriating in the warm, fading glow of their lovemaking.
