A Visit With My Cousin

This story is a fairly accurate re-telling of a rather memorable experience I had in my relatively naive teenage years when the subject of sex was rarely openly discussed in a family; so you just learned what you could from others, mostly in the school playground. What I had essentially witnessed was two girls slightly older than me enthusiastically experimenting and had found a novel way to achieve an orgasm by using any large rubber playground ball that was conveniently available.  

In years long past, before the invention of modern PVC plastic or woven nylon types of playground balls, all large playground balls were made out of reasonably thick and supple natural rubber, very similar to the soft rubber they use in today’s hot water bottles. Two half-moon shaped hollow shells were molded out of the soft flexible rubber and then heat bonded together to form a very strong and supple ball. The completed ball was then inflated with air until it felt hard and then the tiny filling hole was permanently sealed off to prevent any air leaks. It was then delivered into the retail store fully inflated and ready for sale. The thick pliable rubber made the ball very flexible with far better stretch and bounce qualities than any of today’s lightweight plastic or nylon type playground balls. Unfortunately though, when natural rubber ages it also slowly degrades, and eventually the rubber becomes much too soft and the ball is then at risk of being accidentally burst if too much weight was put on it. That was probably why they stopped making them out of rubber, and went to the tougher wearing and longer lasting plastic and nylon balls of today that are also cheaper to produce as well but they don’t have the same fascinating smell as a rubber ball as it ages.

When I was about 13 years old, I often rode my old pushbike out to the farm where my cousin lived and we would enjoy each others company for the day. She was a couple of years older than me, about 15 years old at the time, wild and cheeky, fun loving and quite pretty. We would often end up playing some type of game with her large playground ball of soft flexible red rubber and we would kick it around in a grassy area near the old shed until we got bored or tired. My cousin’s unusually large ball was bigger than a soccer ball or basketball and it had survived many years of rough outdoors playing but the sun had faded the color to a dull rusty red. The harsh outdoors weather had also deteriorated the rubber making it remarkably soft and stretchy with plenty of bounce, and the big ball was still strong enough to survive our rough playing and it could even tolerate us young teens with our light weight sitting on it, which I secretly enjoyed and found very stimulating, but if anyone bigger than us had ever tried doing the same or were to accidentally fall on it, their heavier weight probably would have burst it. 

On a number of my earlier visits I had quite often found my cousin already outdoors sitting on the old garden seat in a sunny or partly shaded part of the garden quietly reading a book. On this particular occasion when I visited her, I found her out outside in the garden yet again, but this time instead of her sitting on the old garden bench, she was cheerfully seated on her big red rubber ball, something I had never seen her do before. I was curious about why she was sitting on her big ball so I sat down on the garden bench next to her and patiently waited for her to finish her reading before asking. As I waited I become quietly aware of her casually rolling herself backwards and forwards on top of her large ball with a very contented smile on her face. While gently grinding the big rubber ball around in circles underneath her bum she would often give a little bounce on it and I was intrigued that with each purposeful bounce, she would reach down with her free hand to carefully feel how the ball was flexing and bulging and seemed quite pleased with her efforts. Each time the big ball compressed under her weight the bulging sides became stretched tight as a drum and it looked like a large red donut squeezing out from under her bum.  I commented that her bouncing weight was squashing her big ball almost flat and that it might soon burst. Reaching down again, she cautiously felt the bulging ball with her hands again and then said, “No, its fine, but it does feel beautiful and soft. It’s almost ready for me to have a bit of fun with.” She then said that when she placed the big ball into just the right position and then lay on top of it, it always gave her an amazing massage while she was riding it. As I sat and watched her, she jabbed her fingertips into it to test it, then gave a playful giggle as she told me it was ready. Carefully positioning the big squashy ball on the soft grass directly in front of me, she quickly lay on top of it and began enthusiastically rolling herself backwards and forwards on it. Laughing excitedly she said, “Ohhh gosh yes, this feels sooo so good.”

So I sat and watched with increasing interest while she was thoroughly enjoying herself on the big ball. A few minutes later I heard a gentle sighing quickly followed by her soft giggling. Sitting upright on top of the big ball, she appeared quite pleased and contented while she peacefully rocked herself backwards and forwards on top of it. After resting a while, she Jabbed her fingers into the soft sides of the big ball and said, “Oh that felt so good,” and slowly got up off the ball. Calmly walking away from it, she left it all squashed and misshapen with a large hollow in it the size of an orange. Because the big ball now looked a bit flat, I said that she must have rolled onto something sharp and punctured the ball and now it had a slow air leak. With amused laughter she replied, “That always happens when I bounce on it to make it softer, the rubber just stretches until it looks like the ball is going flat, don’t worry, it will recover and after a while the hollow will even pop out. It’s lovely fun doing it though, you should try it yourself sometime.” I was intrigued by her comments.

Later on, when we began playing with her big rubber ball in the open grassy area, the large hollow was still very noticeable and when we kicked it backwards and forwards between us, it made a curious “plopping” sound as it went rolling and bouncing along the ground and she thought the sound was very amusing.  On this particular occasion, after a bit of fun kicking the ball around, we decided to take a rest in the shade under the spreading branches of the huge fig tree growing behind the old stock feed shed. As we walked towards the shade I carried the big ball under my arm and when I squeezed the ball tightly against my chest it felt quite soft and it had a curious sharp smell about it. When we arrived back at the barn I dropped the big rubber ball onto the ground and then quickly sat on it before my cousin had any chance of claiming it for herself.

When I sat on the big ball my lighter weight only compressed it slightly but it felt marvelously soft and squashy, and when it began squeezing up between my legs and started brushing and tickling my sensitive areas it felt incredibly good. I suddenly had the most arousing and exciting sensation I had ever felt. An amazing rock hard erection rapidly developed inside my shorts and it happened so quickly that it took me by surprise. As my cousin and I sat opposite each other casually talking, I decided to copy what I had seen my cousin doing when I saw her siiting on the big ball.  Slowly grinding my bum around in small circles on the big soft rubber ball, I thoroughly enjoyed a truly pleasurable sensation and it quickly became hugely exciting and intensely arousing.  Closing my eyes, I slowly rolled myself around on the soft squashy ball and immensely enjoyed the excitement as it massaged me. When I tried lightly bouncing my weight on top of the big ball it felt even better when my stiffness was repeatedly thrust up the inside leg of my shorts with every bounce. Suddenly I had an orgasm and began ejaculating. The sheer thrill of it took my breath away and I moaned with pleasure. My cousin started softly laughing. Opening my eyes I realized that she had been closely watching me all the time and with a cheeky smile and a little giggle she said, “Do be careful with my lovely big ball, it’s my favorite plaything and I don’t want you bursting it”

Soon afterwards we were joined by a new visitor; a very pretty blue eyed girl with dark hair about the same age as my cousin. It seemed that she lived nearby, and was apparently a regular visitor. It was a warm day, and she was wearing a little short pleated tennis skirt that showed off her lovely legs and a snug fitting tee-shirt that was struggling to contain her well developed breasts. To complete her eye-catching tennis outfit she was wearing an old pair of scuffed sand shoes. It seemed to me that she had just arrived from a game of tennis.  I immediately found her very appealing and attractive even at my young and inexperienced age.

When the new arrival saw me contentedly seated on the large rubber ball she gave me a big smile and purposely seated herself right next to me. I remained sitting on the big rubber ball as we all began casually chatting, but the new girl was very soon taking a keen interest in the big ball. Suddenly she leaned over towards me and pressed her fingertips deep into the side of the big squashy ball and then without any trace of shyness she cheekily said to me, “I can see how much you have been enjoying yourself,” I blushed brightly when I realized that on the front of my shorts was a clearly visible dark wet patch and that she had probably seen it even before she had sat beside me. Smiling warmly at my blushing discomfort, she moved closer to me and quietly said “If you let me have the big ball for a while I’ll show you how I use it to get a lovely orgasm.” My cousin must have heard all of what she said because she giggled and said “Stop teasing him and leave him alone!” and then asked “anyway, why didn’t you bring your own big ball with you?”

With a giggle she replied, “I was having a lovely ride on it yesterday when it burst without any warning and I am really annoyed that it didn’t last just a little bit longer because I was nearly there,” and then she laughed. “Anyway, I  have always enjoyed using yours because it’s so much bigger than mine.”

My cousin said, “Well, you were probably too rough with yours. Just be careful with mine, because that’s the only one I have!”  

 The visitor still seemed rather determined to get hold of the big ball so I reluctantly got up off it for her, and I could see a much larger hollow in it. My weight sitting on it had stretched the soft rubber even more than before.  As I walked awkwardly over to the nearby rainwater tank for a cool drink of water and the opportunity to re-arrange the stiff problem inside my shorts, I looked around just in time to see the new girl enthusiastically taking possession of the big ball. Standing over it with her foot lightly resting on it, she leaned forwards and pressed her weight down onto it and smiled as she watched as her foot sink deeper into the hollow.   With a giggle she said, “Oh, It’s so lovely and soft, it should be lots of fun.” Firmly clamping the big ball between her ankles so it couldn’t roll away, she suddenly bent her knees and dropped down onto it, gently landing with a neat little bounce. Straddling the big ball with her knees on either side of it, she began to happily roll her weight backwards and forwards on top of it. Standing up, she eagerly re-positioned the ball before sitting down on it; this time with her legs spread wide apart and looked down to watch it squashing under her weight.  With a delighted giggle, she prodded her fingertips into the side of the squashy ball and said excitedly to my cousin, “Ohhh gosh yes! It’s really soft and bouncy. I’m really going to enjoy riding it.” As she sat on the large ball with her legs wide apart she began grinding backwards and forwards on top of it. Reaching behind her she placed both her hands on the back of the ball, carefully feeling it squashing and bulging under her weight. “Ohh, this is going to be so good!” Giving a couple of playful bounces on the squashy ball she felt it suddenly bulge alarmingly and immediately lifted her weight up off it.  “Uh Oh! I don’t want it to burst before I’ve had any fun with it,” she laughed excitedly.

My cousin spoke up sharply, “Just you be careful, don’t you dare burst it!” 

With a mocking laugh the girl said, “Well, you didn’t seem too worried when I was teaching you how to do it and I can tell that you have been using it quite a bit lately.”

Totally ignoring my cousin’s blushing discomfort she quickly shifted into to a squatting position over the squashy old ball, and closing her eyes, began a light rhythmic bouncing on it, repeatedly lifting and dropping her crutch onto it, excitedly jabbing her fingertips into the soft bulging ball. I found myself completely fascinated by her as I watched the big ball squashing and flexing each time she bounced her weight on it and I thought that in her excitement she would probably end up bursting this one as well if she wasn’t more careful.

I re-seated my self but any attempt in talking to my cousin was completely hopeless, because I had become far too distracted by the girl thoroughly enjoying her pleasurable bouncy ride on the big soft rubber ball. Getting caught up in the exhilaration of the moment, I was also becoming very aroused as I watched her blissfully riding the big ball and excitedly touching her breasts as they jiggled around inside her tight tee shirt.

Because I was seated so close to her, I noticed that her usual breathing had changed to an open mouthed panting during her exciting game. “Oh gosh yes! This feels sooo good!” she breathlessly murmured.

As I watched her bouncing and grinding on the big ball she suddenly rolled backwards off it and quickly mounted it, almost squashing it flat as she lay down on top of it. She began humping it harder and faster, her excitement increasing until there was a sudden intake of her breath; a short pause and then a softly moaned, “Oh yes, yes, oh gosh yesssss!” followed by delighted giggling and laughing.  Breathlessly, she collapsed with her full weight on top of the big ball but the normally flexible old ball couldn’t endure this much weight it and it bulged alarmingly before bursting with a loud 'poomp'.

When she dragged the flattened ball from underneath her, I heard her say, “Ohhhh dear! I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to burst it,” but my cousin was furiously angry with her and some harsh words were spoken. When the new girl promised that she would find a nice new ball for my cousin at the very  next opportunity, my cousin calmed down and forgave her for being so careless. Then the new girl began to talk quite openly about her exciting and pleasurable adventures.

Her face was flushed with excitement as she told us “I enjoy finding a really big rubber ball that’s all soft and squashy with lots of bounce, and I get quite aroused when I start thinking about how much pleasure it will give me before I burst it. I can hardly wait to find a nice quiet spot where my fun with it won’t be disturbed. The bigger and squashier they are, the better they feel under you when you mount them and  it’s quite thrilling as well because I don’t know how long it will last before it pops. Some of the older ones can be disappointing because they often burst as soon as you bounce some weight on them, some last for ages and give you a beautiful long ride with some amazing orgasms before they burst, but some don’t burst at all and they are always the best ones.

I felt relaxed enough in her company to ask her why they were the best ones.

She replied with a giggle, “Because after I have done riding them, they are always so stretched out of shape that they don’t bounce properly anymore and then I have lots of fun finishing them off. They always make a funny sound when they burst.”

“Only last week I found a lovely big green one. The smell of it told me that is was already quite old and it felt incredibly soft when I mounted it. I enjoyed a lovely long ride on it and I had some very satisfying orgasms but it still hadn’t popped when I had finished with it. So I decided I would burst it by sitting and bouncing on it.  It took quite a while to burst it and the bouncing got so exciting that I had another orgasm.  When it did finally burst it went with a very pleasing 'poomp' I really enjoyed doing that big one,” she said with a gleeful laugh.  “It’s also a fun way to exercise and get fit for my tennis game,” she added.

She clearly enjoyed her pleasurable hobby.

In later years when I had started dating, I often thought about her, and became very keen to meet up with her again, but I was told that she had relocated with her parents who were now living interstate.