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 Author: Hungry Guy
Title: ON HIS LAP
Summary: A family picnic turns into a romp with a kid cousin.
Keywords: Mf Mpov ped Lolita inc oral safe rom 1st stroke
Language: english

   ON HIS LAP BY: Hungry Guy (hungry@stoolmail.zzn.com)

   Here I am, just turned 21 and fresh out of college and the job market
being what it is, I'm still living at home with my parents.  The occasional
job as projectionist down at Googolplex Cinemas, or delivering pizza, or
working at Krusty Burger ("You want fries with that?") lets me help cover
my share of food, electric bill, and phone calls.  But it's hardly a
meaningful existence for a college grad.  Not only that, but despite three
years of college I was still a virgin.  Maybe I shouldn't have been such a
bookworm and partied a little -- done it in four years instead of three
like everyone else.  But I figured I'd be making six figures by now and
driving a Vette, a Jag, or maybe even a Boxster.  Who'd a thunk the economy
would be in the pits when I graduated?

   Anyway, it was a Saturday morning, and my parents dragged me to Aunt
Toby's house for an afternoon barbecue.  I would rather have been home
playing _Steel Battalion_ on my Xbox, but I was now an adult and couldn't
be childishly rude any more about such things.

   I hung out with my two distant cousins, the only two people there who
were reasonably close to my age.  Hank and Linda were ages 17 and 16
respectively.  Everyone else was as old as the hills.

   Hank and I had already grabbed a plate full of burgers, dogs, and a bag
of _Cheesy Poofs_ for ourselves.  Then, the two of us had sneaked off into
the barn behind the house to discuss which of The Hulk, the vampire Lestat,
Solid Snake, Buffy the Vampire Slayer, James Bond, Alien, Predator, Jason,
Freddy, Superman, or Batman could beat the other's asses.

   The barn was strewn with generations of junk; some would call it
antiques.  It looked more like old decrepit furniture and rotting smelly
clothing to me.  I claimed an old ripped and torn leather recliner, and
Hank was sitting on an old wooden steamer trunk like you see full of gold
in old pirate movies.

   We had just resolved that Lestat couldn't be killed because he was
already undead, when Linda walked in.

   "Hah, sis!" Hank called out to her.  "No place to sit but on the dirt
floor."

   With a sparkle in her eye--difficult to see in the gloom of the barn
with narrow beacons of sunlight filtering through holes in the tin
roof--she walked over to me, turned, and sat her slender ass in my lap. 
The deep leather chair easily accommodated the both of us.

   Leaning forward, she immediately added her comments to the conversation.
"Buffy could kill Lestat in an instant!" and then leaned back and rested
her back on me.

   I could feel my hard-on growing, so I tried to just continue the topic
without pause.  "Yeah," I said, "but after Buffy kills Lestat, she's no
match for any of the others."

   Hank then said, "Okay, so Buffy kills Lestat, then one of the others
kills Buffy.  That leaves The Hulk, Solid Snake, Bond, Alien, Predator,
Jason, Freddy, Superman, and Batman."

   "Linda leaned forward again and added, "Superman is, like, super. 
Nobody can beat him.  So he'd win," and leaned back again.

   "But," I countered, "The Hulk is radioactive with that green stuff. 
That would kill Superman, wouldn't it?"

   Linda turned her head to me, causing her long blonde hair to tickle my
nose, and said, "The Hulk was made with gamma radiation.  That's not the
same thing as kryptonite."

   "Yeah," Hank said, "I think she's right."

   About a half-hour later, the three of us had eliminated most of the
other contenders and had gotten it down to the Hulk vs.  Superman.

   At that, Hank let out a long buzz-saw fart.

   "Ewwww!" Linda said, holding her nose.  "Gross!"

   "Yeah," he said, "you say that because you can't beat that one, sis!"

   "Oh yeah?" she squealed, as she squirmed and let one rip in my lap to
challenge Frank's.

   Oh man, that was intense!  A point-blank direct hit!  I was about to
push the pubescent brat off my lap when Frank said, "Oops!  I gotta go,"
and rushed off to the loo.

   I was about to slide the two of us off the chair and join the adults
outside when Linda rolled over in place, pushing the chair back a little
further into a reclining position, and rested her body on mine, facing me.

   "Hi," she said, and then kissed me.

   I was dumbfounded.  I didn't know how to react.  So I just kissed her
back.  In a moment, we were wrestling tongues and my hard on had come back
with a vengeance!

   While we were sucking face, a million things crossed my mind.  I was 21
and she was 16.  She's technically underage for me, but most of the
relatives outside had as big, or bigger, age gaps between husbands and
wives.  And it was her choice to start things off, so I didn't think I was
doing anything wrong.  But what if Hank came back from the loo and found
his sister and me going at it?  But we were just kissing, so what's the
harm in that?

   There was no harm even when she grabbed my left hand and placed it on
her right breast, and then put my right hand on her left breast.  I could
almost feel her nipples through her sheer white blouse and bra as we
continued to swap spit.

   After a while, she leaned back and unbuttoned her blouse down the front.
I couldn't believe it when she pushed her bra cups up over her breasts,
showing me her erect pink nipples.

   We resumed kissing as I gently played with her nipples.  She began
breathing heavily, and then pulled back.  At first I thought she was going
to stop, but she climbed a little higher on me and pressed one of her
nipples to my mouth.  I obliged by sucking and swirling the nipple in my
mouth, squeezing it with my lips, and flicking it with my tongue.

   I couldn't believe it when she grabbed one of my hands again, unbuttoned
her tight jeans, and shoved my hand down to her crotch sending my fingers
deep into her twat.  Oh man, she was so wet down there.  I just rubbed back
and forth, and occasionally bent my fingers up into her pussy hole.

   We sat like that for several minutes before she pulled back and put her
other nipple to my mouth.  She then reached into my shorts and grabbed my
cock.  I was already on the verge of coming so I panted, "I'm about to cum
all over your hand."

   "Oh," she panted, "I got a better place for you to cum."

   Was I about to get laid for the first time in my life?  I couldn't
believe it.  But she slid down, unzipped my shorts and pulled my Jockey's
down, and plunged my cock into her mouth.

   That was all it took!  I would have said something like, "Linda, didn't
you hear me?  I'll cum in your mouth if you do that!" But the instant my
cock-head touched the back of her throat, my body was rocking and I was
shooting wad after wad into her mouth.

   Looking down at her and seeing the panic in her eyes as I came again and
again in her mouth surprised the hell out of me.  A few more moments passed
by before I was spent and she slid her mouth off my cock.

   She looked up at me and said, "Oo o wa m o wllo?"

   "What?" I asked.

   She swallowed a couple of times, climbed back into my lap, and said,
"Hmmm, I think I could get used to the taste."

   "You've never done that before?" I asked.

   "Well, no.  I'm..." and hesitated.

   "You're what?" I asked.

   "I'm a virgin," she whispered.

   "Really?" I said.  "I never would have guessed?"

   "Thanks."

   "So why..." I started to ask.

   "All my friends had their cherries popped by the time they were
fourteen. I just want..." and hesitated.

   "What?" I asked.

   "Oh God!" she cried.  "Now you're going to tell everyone!  Everyone is
going to know I'm a geek."

   "No, Linda!  I won't tell!"

   "You sure?"

   "I promise.  Here's my secret.  I'm a virgin too."

   "No way!  Everyone knows that all you do in college is go to frat
parties and get laid!"

   "Never been to a frat party.  I guess I'm a bigger geek than you."

   She laughed, then I laughed, and then we both laughed together.

   We kissed again, then she climbed off me.  She then dropped her jeans,
and then pulled her panties off.

   I said, "Wait!" when she climbed back on me and was about to sit on my
cock.

   "What?" she said with a slight squeak in her voice.  "You don't want to
fuck me now?"

   "I don't have any rubbers.  Do you?"

   "That's okay.  We don't need rubbers."

   "Why not?" I asked.

   "I'm on the pill."

   "But you just said you're a virgin.  Why would you be on the pill?  And
don't you need your parent's permission?"

   "Well, a couple of years ago, my mom was standing outside my room and
she heard me and some friends bragging about all the guys we laid."

   "I see," I said.

   "So she made me get on the pill."

   "Really?"

   "Yeah.  At first I didn't take them because, like, I really didn't need
to.  But she found out that I wasn't taking them, so now she checks and
makes sure I take them."

   "Wow!"

   "So you can fuck me, and you won't have to worry about becoming a
daddy."

   "Okay," I said.  But I had to ask, "Are you really sure it's what you
want?"

   I knew I maybe risked my chance to get laid by asking, but what with
everything and all, I had to make sure she really wanted it before I could
feel right about doing her.

   "Yeah." She kissed me again and said, "Thanks.  I really want it."

   At that, I reached down and felt her pussy again.  She was still soaking
wet down there.  She crawled closer to me and lowered her crotch onto my
cock.

   I felt a little resistance as my cock slid into her pussy hole and she
let out a "Yeow!"

   "What?" I asked in alarm.  "Are you okay?"

   "I'm okay," she panted.  "Everyone says it hurts the first time someone
pops your cherry."

   She smiled at me, kissed me, then she started pumping herself up and
down on my lap.  Having never been laid, I was ready and able for a second
go right away.  She had to work at it a little longer this time, but it
wasn't long before I was rocking with spasm after spasm and shooting wad
after wad of cum up her pussy.

   A few moments later, we were both physically drained, and she just
leaned forward onto me and we kissed and snuggled for a while.

   "Hey," she finally said, "I'll understand if you say 'no,' but do you
want to go with me to a high school dance this Friday night?"

   Once again, I was dumbfounded.  "Of course I'll go," I said.  I'll go
anywhere with you that you want me to, Linda."

   * END *