My Cousin and I chapter six

Chapter Six.

Sarah was on the old couch in my dad's allotment shed. She was lying on her back, spent after her orgasm. I was on the floor, kneeling at her side breathing heavily after the strongest climax I had ever felt so far. I was gazing in wonder and adoration at her beautiful sex lips. I had wondered for a very long time what a girl looked like 'down there'. My imagination had conjured up all types of visions, but nothing to match the gorgeous, stunning reality that I was seeing now for the very first time.

We had been in this shed for less than an hour and we had both had three orgasms. I didn't even know that girls could have orgasms. I didn't know that I could myself until a few days ago, but since then both our worlds had changed completely. Sarah knew more about sex than I did but it wasn't very much really. We realised that we needed to find out more about the lovely feelings that our bodies could give to us, but how could we do that. We couldn't really go into a shop and buy a sex book or magazine. I had seen those 'dirty' magazines up on the top shelves in the newsagents but I couldn't reach them, and even if I could, the newsagent would not sell one to me. We would have to think of something else.

The very next morning our answer presented itself due to a combination of four fortuitous circumstances. First. My dad asked me to go down to the paper shop and get a newspaper for him. Second. When I got there the man was in the back of the shop speaking on the phone. Third. The shop was empty except for me. Four. A magazine from the top shelf had been carelessly replaced in the wrong spot on a lower shelf with the TV programme guides. I could reach it easily. Without a second thought I picked it up and secreted it under my jacket. The newsagent was still talking on the phone and it looked like I had got away with it. However, I didn't want to steal from anyone. The shopkeeper was a nice man who my dad knew well and I liked him. I fished out three pound coins from my pocket, more than enough to cover the cost of the mag but I couldn't exactly ask for change. I pushed the coins under the top newspaper on a pile on the counter and stood back to wait for the newsagent to finish his phone call. When he came out from the back of the shop I asked for a newspaper and he took the top one off the pile, finding the money I had put there as I knew he would. He was surprised and said something about 'how could that have got there' then he put it in his cash register along with my dad's payment for his paper. I walked out of the shop with my new magazine and a clear conscience that I had not stolen anything. Luckily, there were no security cameras in those days, not in small businesses anyway, maybe the large stores had them.

I couldn't wait to tell Sarah that we now had our magazine. I had managed to get it into the house and up to my room but after breakfast I had to get it out again and round to our shed where we had arranged to meet. It wasn't too much of a problem, though my mum asked why I was going out with a jacket on when it was such a warm day. I don't know what answer I gave but I needed the jacket to conceal our new treasure. Well the magazine turned out to be one of the, shall we say, hard porn ones. Not just a glamour mag with a few pictures of naked girls, although it certainly had those too. We learned a lot form it, including the explanation of words that we had heard before but hadn't a clue of their meaning. Words like wank, hard-on, balls, scrotum, cunt, shag. There was also the 'f' word in there but right from the start we didn't like it and resolved never to say it to each other. We had heard the 'f' word used and it was usually in the context of swearing, it seemed to be an angry word, and we couldn't see how it was ever suitable to use with the beautiful new sex experiences that we were discovering.

We were so absorbed in our new find that soon an hour had gone by. I realised that for all of that time I had had a massive hard-on. Sarah was shyly looking at it whilst pretending not to. I blushed and she did as well. We knew each other well enough now to know what we wanted and we quickly removed our clothing. Sarah giggled and said "ooo, can I watch you wank David?" It sounded strange but soooo sexy hearing her. Our new mag was proving to be a great find. Sarah was sitting on the old sofa and I simply stood in front of her and started to stroke myself, standing with my legs apart so she could see everything as clearly as possible. I moved the foreskin up and down, using just my index finger and thumb right at the tip of my shaft. Sarah reached out and held my balls in her cupped hand, squeezing gently. She seemed to be completely absorbed in watching me, biting her lower lip in such a sexy way. I felt it coming and vaguely wondered if I should try the stop start technique that I had discovered but that decision was quickly taken away from me as a surge of tingling took me to the point of no return. I called out Sarah's name and climaxed hard. She held on to my scrotum all the time, making it even better for me. As it subsided my body jerked a couple of times and Sarah found that funny somehow and giggled again. Oh that sound, it drives me crazy with desire for her.

I was still standing in front of her, not touching myself now, and she had removed her hand from my balls. She gazed at me as my penis twitched and started to go soft. Without taking her eyes from the object of her desire she lied down on the sofa and started to slowly stroke herself. I dropped to my knees so that I could watch her more closely. She looked at me and smiled that sexy smile and I knew she was teasing me, trying to make me go hard again, gazing at my limp willie as she stroked herself slowly and oh so provocatively. In slow, soft surges I felt my penis start to fill and rise up again, until it was standing there hard and erect, pointing at the roof. Sarah watched in awe, her beautiful eyes wide.

I stood up and moved close to her so that my shaft was right above her face and then I thought of a game we could try. I said, "Sarah, let's both start rubbing ourselves at the same time and see who does it first." She giggled and that gave me a head start already. Gazing into each other's eyes we began that delicious action that can only have one inevitable conclusion. It was beautiful to watch Sarah stroking her spot that gives her so much pleasure. I was rubbing myself slowly and it felt so good.

I moved closer to her and let the end of my wet shaft touch her thigh and started to move along her beautiful, soft skin. We both must have had the same thought because she stopped and stood up, pressing her body close to me. My dick found her slit and we both gasped with the pleasure of this new sensation. With our arms tightly around each other we moved together. I wasn't inside her. I was just sliding up and down between her sex lips. It felt absolutely heavenly. Each time the tip of my shaft touched her clit she moaned with ecstasy. I stopped moving and just held her. She looked into my eyes and I felt and overwhelming desire to kiss her beautiful lips. I felt my dick twitch and find her hole, slipping inside very slightly. At the same time our lips met and I kissed her deeply like we had learned about in our magazine. I came instantly. An intense, searing tingling shook me and I cried into her mouth.

As I subsided I realised that I was deep inside Sarah. I had penetrated her fully in my delirium and there was a little bit of blood on our pubic areas. We realised that I had taken her virginity. She just smiled at me and without a word we drew apart. I had not yet begun to ejaculate so there was no risk of Sarah getting pregnant but we realised that we must be very careful if I was going to come into her again in the future, I might start to spurt semen soon.