Someone asked if there was a story behind my acquisition of the cousin’s panties I used as my cumwipe in my “Cumming to great-aunt” story. There was.
In the summer I turned 14, my family as usual went to the extended family lakeside compound in the B.C. Interior. This time we got there earlier in the summer than usual, so there was an older cousin of my dad’s there that we rarely saw with his family (my dad’s grandma had six children over about 20 years, all married with kids of their own, so people had to schedule their time at the lake). That cousin of my dad and his wife had one child, a 15-year-old daughter named Bev (hey, family trees can be complicated!). Bev and I had always gotten along well the few times we saw each other as kids, both being rather studious types. I was now a seriously horny compulsive masturbator of a semen factory and she was a quite cute adolescent girl, with a sweetly ripening body.
One day shortly before Bev’s family was to leave, her mom asked her and me to walk to the store and pick up some stuff she needed to make supper. We walked along quite slowly, gabbing away, when Bev suddenly pulled me behind a big pine tree and started French-kissing me. She knew what she was doing, even if I didn’t. After a minute or so of this, she took one of my hands and pulled it to her swimsuit-covered tits. Through the fabric, I could feel their delightful heft and her nipples hardening. God, my boner was so hard I thought it might break! We reluctantly broke off the little session, continued onto the store (me with a hard-on under my cutoffs), got the groceries and returned to the cabins.
Naturally enough, Bev’s mom made us help her fix up the huge spread she was preparing and set the tables. The dinner itself took forever and the adults made all the kids stay for all the boring catch-up talk afterwards. A few people went down to the lake as dusk fell and Bev and I swam around the wharf where I was able to cop a quick, discreet feel of her firm little boobs (alas, still swimsuit-encased). Then it was time to go up to the cabin area and clear away and wash all the damn dishes. By the time we were done, it was time for bed. Bev was sleeping on the porch of the cabin her family was using and I was in a glorified shack in the start of the nearby wooded area that the kids in my family were allowed to stay in in turn. Bev whispered to me to stay awake and she’d try to sneak over and “we can fool around a bit.”
I was on the bed in the shack, praying Bev would be able to get away, and after a while pulled my shorts off and started a languid, patient stroke of my throbbing erection. I would stop every time I felt the imminence of orgasm, before resuming to the memories of our kissing and the feels of Bev’s breasts. It was taking a long time for Bev to show (apparently her mom and dad stayed up for some late-night TV in the next room). Finally, when they went to bed, Bev was able to make her escape as they started to fuck.
I was jacking away on my precum-slicked cock, moaning softly in pleasure, when Bev crept up to the window of the shack and saw me masturbating. “Hey,” she said, “let me in so I can watch.” Thank you, god, I thought to myself and opened the door, erect cock visible in the soft light from the lamp on the table. I sat up against the headboard of the bed and Bev sat cross-legged at the foot of it. I was really hot from my extended jackoff session and got even more so as I caught the view of her bushy cunt hair through the semi-transparent panties she had on under her nightshirt. When Bev slid her hand into her panties and started to rub her clit, I instantly lost it.
I fired jet after jet of hot, white cum (at least six ropes worth) all over my chest, belly, and pubes, managing not to scream as my ejaculation wracked my body. However, one rogue spurt splattered on Bev’s arm and she stood up, pulled off her panties, and wiped it up. “I better get back before we get caught. Clean yourself with these,” she said as she departed and handed me the wet panties.
Obviously, I had no choice but to take a whiff of the panties, glorying to the scent of her hot little cunt, before unleashing another spurting cumshot on myself. I cleaned up the unholy mess with Bev’s panties, inaugurating their career as a masturbatory cumwipe. They didn’t last as long as my step-sister’s panties (see that early story of mine). True, I probably jacked off more times into Bev’s panties, but my cumshots into Louisa’s were generally bigger. One of life’s little mysteries, I guess.
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