Summer Visit Ch. 12

I knew she was close when she started to lose control of her motions, bucking towards my face. I happily accepted, allowing her to fuck my face and fingers, to use my tongue as much as she wanted to. Pressing back firmly, I flicked at her clit, getting faster as the rhythm of her hips got wilder, stuttering as she lost control of her rhythm. As she started to shake with an approaching orgasm, I made my tongue as firm as I could, allowing Caylee to maneuver herself and use it to drive herself over the peak.

Although I generally loved being a dominant sex partner, it was different with Caylee. She didn't let herself lead very often, so when she did, I couldn't help but enjoy handing over the reigns. There was something so very hot about letting my cousin use my tongue to get herself off with. Each time she pressed close, I frantically lapped at her clit. My cock was as hard as ever, protruding from my body as I lay there. As her moans and cries reached their crescendo, I felt a small wet gush hit me in the face. Mmm, she tasted so good. I kept licking as she came down from her peak.

When Caylee started twitching with every flick of my tongue, I knew she was getting sensitive. She lowered herself down, lining up our bodies and sprawling over me in an exhausted pose. But she met my lips with hers and, surprised at the taste, started licking at my mouth.

"Do you like how you taste? I think it's sweet." I was so impressed that she had zero qualms about licking up her own juices. She was so addicted to my cum that I suppose I shouldn't have been surprised.

"Mm hmm." Caylee agreed with my assessment and pulled my tongue into her mouth as we kissed, affectionately playing with it and sucking on it. She pulled back to express her pleasure. "Ohmigod, that was so good. I loooove this tongue. My favourite part of you, for sure."

I pretended to take offence, my scoffing interrupting our French kissing. Meanwhile, I pressed my pelvis up, prodding at Caylee's pussy with my erection. "Oh really? No other part that's better?"

Caylee gave me a sleepy smile, apparently amused by my childish male ego trip but willing to play along. "OK maybe one other part...". She adjusted her hips to bring us into better contact.

"Yeah? Just maybe?". Grabbing onto her hips, I lined things up so my cock was poised at her entrance. I was already so hard, and had been for most of the morning. I had little hope of lasting very long so I was glad Caylee had already come twice. Taking my dick in hand, I teased at her entrance.

Caylee decided to play along, even as her eyes widened with arousal. "Just maybe... guess you'll have to convince me." Feigning boredom, she gave me a look that said `I'm just twiddling my thumbs here.' Of course, I rose to the challenge, so to speak.

Pressing towards her, but at an ultra slow pace, I guided my cockhead into her core, so perfectly hot and wet. With her muscles relaxed from the orgasms, there was almost no resistance, but somehow I held back from just sliding in with one thrust.

Now Caylee cast aside her joking expression and bit her lower lip. She tried to move her pelvis to take more but I was ready with a firm grip on her hips. Super slowly, I continued pressing in, my grip on self-control almost a tangible thing.

"Matt, more..." Caylee's voice had a breathy tone and while not quite whiny, it was getting close to that. I just smiled wickedly, meeting her gaze, and continued filling her gradually. Since she was unable to move her hips much, Caylee resorted to flexing her kegel muscles. It felt almost as though she was pulling me in, but they weren't as strong as the muscles she used all the time.

When I finally bottomed out, Caylee groaned, her eyes closing. "Please."

"You ready? You wanna fuck yourself on me?" I flexed my fingers, getting ready to release my grip on Caylee's hips.

"Ohmigod, yes. Please!" Caylee wiggled her hips slightly, making sure she was comfortable. She pushed up slightly so that instead of being sprawled over my chest, she was straddling me,with hands pressed on either side of my torso.

"OK,ready... set... go." I moved my hands from Caylee's hips, skimming them up around her waist and towards her breasts. As soon as I said "go", Caylee was moving, pushing downward onto my cock and then lifting back off almost fully. She didn't waste much time getting to full speed. Once I caught on to her rhythm, I lifted my hips up every time she slid down, meeting her with a satisfying smack of our skin connecting.

"Fuck, you're sooo wet." I moaned, finding it incredibly easy to slide in and out. I reached my hands higher, grasping Caylee's breasts and stopping them from swinging as she rocked back and forth on my cock. I stimulated her nipples with little flicks and gentle pinches.

Within a minute, Caylee's breath was coming in quick pants, her eyes fluttering closed. I was starting to fuck little noises out of her - "uh"s and "ah"s that accompanied our continued skin-smacking sounds. She moved so that she sat up taller, slowing her pace slightly and rocking her hips more than lifting them. I let my hands drop from her breasts to palm the top of her thighs and drank in the sight of her while I thrilled in the feel of her. She looked unbelievably sexy, perched on my dick like a complete natural instead of a recent virgin. Face and chest flushed a rosy pink, breasts even darker from my manipulations. Blonde hair a messy halo around her face. Her eyes still closed, her head tipped back slightly and her mouth hanging open just a tiny bit. She was in her own world of pleasure.

I took advantage of her slightly open mouth and inserted my thumb there. Her eyes fluttered open in surprise even as she sucked on the digit, almost by instinct. Pressing it to her clit caused her eyes to close again and she picked up speed slightly. I allowed my other hand to wander, skimming down the leg she had bent at my hips. A return trip over the soft ass cheek, squeezing it as she lifted it up. Meanwhile, Caylee's hands were roaming over my chest, tracing the outline of my muscles and sometimes grabbing on. My strokes to her clit were causing her inner muscles to tighten occasionally, gripping my shaft in a very delicious way. My moans joined Caylee's as we continued to slap our bodies together and touch each other wherever we could reach.

We fucked like this another few minutes but Caylee seemed to still be slightly dazed, unable to keep a fast pace for long, so I thought I'd show her another move from my repertoire. Bringing my right hand away from her pussy, I skimmed both hands up her waist, briefly framing her rib cage underneath those amazing breasts, then up to her shoulders. Pulling gently, I instructed her "C'mere baby." and helped her come down to my chest. At first we just kissed, Caylee maintaining control with her hips' slowing gyrations. I took the time to touch her face, her hair, holding her jaw with my hand as I plundered her mouth with my tongue. Our gaps continued, sensations hitting us from everywhere all at once.

Ghosting my hands down her smooth back, I gripped Caylee's hips briefly, indicating she should slow her movements and be still. She did, and I banded my arms around the top of her hips, pressing our pelvises tightly together. Then, drawing back like a pinball spring rod, I rapidly and repeatedly slammed my own rod into Caylee's pussy. Her moans had that vibration sound to them and got louder the longer I was able to continue my pounding. I kept up that insane speed for just a minute before giving us a break. Although I loosened my grip to allow Caylee freedom of movement, she stayed floppy, as though she knew there was more to come.

"Oh my god..." Caylee breathed out with an almost laughing sound.

"Good?"

"Mmm!" Caylee replied with her typical "yummy" sound - something my little cum-addict used to express deliciousness over many sexy things - which had become an inside joke between us.

"Mmm." I agree, keeping my voice low and growly in contrast to her cute squeal. "Again?"

Caylee nodded eagerly. "Oh, please! That was so good." She barely had time to finish her sentence before I was hammering at top speed again, at least a thrust or two per second. Caylee's moans vibrated through her body again as she lay there and enjoyed the ride. Her hands clutched at my biceps, fingernails digging in with tiny bites of pain that only added to the pleasure coursing through my body.

Another break and we caught our breath, panting. I knew I wouldn't last much longer, it had been a very long 5 days. But as I started up again, Caylee's moans increasing in intensity, indicating she was probably close as well.

My body somehow energized and exhausted all at once, I kept the pace, a sheen of sweat across my chest. Caylee's eyes were squeezed tight and she moved her hips with occasional involuntary twitches that didn't get far in my tight grasp.

"Fuck, baby, I'm so close." I rasped out at her.

"Uh huh, me too, gonna go again." Her last syllable was extended to about six as she was jostled around by my rapid pounding. I felt the muscles of her pussy start to squeeze and flex around me and it was too much.

Grabbing onto Caylee's hips, I drove myself into her again and again, my hips stuttering and losing their rhythm and high speed as I began to shoot my load. With a final shout, I pressed up as deeply as I could go, holding Caylee's hips to mine, rolling our pelvises together but staying fully seated as I filled her up with my cum.

Her third orgasm seemed no less powerful as the first two and she pressed down against me, seeking friction against her clit as she came. Squeezing my shaft, milking the last drops of cum out of me, Caylee gave a few final cries before halting the motions of her lower body and allowing her upper body to collapse onto my chest.

I pulled her in close, my arms wrapping around her back. She flopped her head over to my shoulder, and I could just make out her huge grin.

"I don't know how it just keeps getting so much better!" I chuckled at the tone of disbelief in Caylee's exclamation.

"I've been thinking the same thing, believe me." I confessed.

"Even though you've done this before?" She tipped her head back a little so our gazes could connect. Her expression was serious but hopeful.

"Yep, it feels brand new with you." I didn't mean to get all sappy or anything but it was true; it really did feel like I had been a virgin too. As Caylee discovered sex, I re-discovered everything with a fresh perspective. Best sex of my life, hands down. She did melt a little at my unintentionally sappy comment, and leaned in for a kiss.

"There's only one thing I don't like about fucking..." I would've started to worry a little at that comment if it weren't for Caylee's obviously teasing tone and mischievous expression.

"Oh yeah, and what's that?" I played along, stroking my hand down her soft-as-silk arm.

"I don't get to taste your cum..." Caylee put on a fake pout but her grin broke through it.

"A damn shame." I agreed.

"Maybe I'll have to see if I can have the best of both worlds..." She said, carefully pulling off of me. Wiggling her way down, she drew her tongue down my torso, following my happy trail. Finding my softening cock, she made her "yummy" sound when she discovered how wet it was with our combined cum.

"Oh shit!" I couldn't help but cry out when she started licking me. Although I was sensitive, she kept it very gentle, and it felt amazing. "If you keep that up, I may just have to fuck you again."

"Promise?" She looked up at me, blue eyes twinkling with bratty playfulness, and proceeded to gently take my cockhead into her mouth.

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Day 28 - Wednesday:

The couple of days since my family had left (well, with the obvious exception of Caylee) had been absolute bliss. Our new routine was something like: sleep in a little, wake-up together, have oral sex in bed, eat breakfast, run errands or just do our own thing until lunch, enjoy time in and around the pool (sometimes with pool-side or hot-tub sex), sometimes have a nap (with or without sex), make dinner together and talk over our meal, put on a movie (often something sexy and/or porn), then head up to bed for sex until we passed out. I was starting to worry that my dick would fall off by the end of summer, yet somehow it still felt like it was completely worth it.

Caylee hasn't slowed down on her learning; she has continued coming into her own, and developing the confidence I'd known she'd had tucked away somewhere. If her parents were to see her, they would find their "baby" had grown up in a lot of different ways. Even without knowing the how or why, they would see the end result of outward maturity.

But it looked like my aunt and uncle would get an adjustment period before having to meet their newly-free daughter. Caylee wouldn't have to encounter them until they'd had a chance to calm down, after realizing their system of control and over-protection had been dismantled.

We'd gotten a call from my mom just today. She and my dad had talked about my request and they'd agreed to offer Caylee a place to stay for her final year of high school. Caylee had been beyond thrilled, told my mom "yes" about a hundred times. We've already started plans for Caylee to transfer to my (and Hannah's) old high school. I'd even given Caylee her first French lesson.

We were going to wait to break the news to my aunt and uncle by phone a couple of days before they came back from their trip. By which time, I'd've helped Caylee pack all her things and brought them (and her!) back up with me. I'd get about a week to help her get settled in with my folks before I had to go back to campus for my third year.

One thing we hadn't agreed on was what would happen to our relationship when the summer was over. I was encouraging Caylee to take her newfound confidence and capabilities and enjoy the life of a typical (non-asexual) 18-year-old woman - flirting with people, dating, and enjoying sex if she wanted to. Caylee didn't quite agree, and wanted to have a long-distance relationship, but I didn't want her to have to keep a promise she'd made if she came to regret it.

I wasn't trying to wiggle out of anything for my own sake (it seemed likely that sex with anyone else would prove disappointing after this!); I just wanted Caylee to be free to explore. I suspected that once she got involved in a regular high school, she would want to check out what all was out there. It was a really different world compared to the all-girls-and-super-religious educational world she was used to. We'd discussed it again today after my mom's phone call but still hadn't reached any consensus.

These thoughts were all tumbling through my head as I ran upstairs to Caylee's room. We'd been watching a really hot video on the big screen (via my laptop, of course) and Caylee wanted to try some stuff she'd seen... Given her response to the times I'd played around with her ass a little, I suspected she'd like trying out a bit more. Of course, since this was Caylee, she wanted to jump right into trying anal, but I'd assured her it would be best to stretch things out slowly first. I'd offered to go and grab the bottle of lube from the bedroom so she could keep watching the video and stay in the mood.

I scanned the top of the dresser and bedside tables but didn't see the bottle out. Figuring maybe Caylee had tucked it away, I started looking in the drawers. It wasn't in the bedside table drawers, so I started checking the top drawers of the dresser. When I got to Caylee's panty drawer, I couldn't help but rifle through the soft fabrics. Her usual panties were plain cotton (bought by her parents) but a few of her friends had set her up with a few really hot silky pairs of lingerie. I pawed through them a little more, going to the back and bottom of the drawer so I could be sure the bottle hadn't tumbled in and gotten buried. My hand connected with something solid towards the back, and I pulled it out.

I was surprised to find a diary, since Caylee hadn't told me she used one and I hadn't ever seen her writing in it. I couldn't help feeling very curious. A little purple ribbon was attached to the cover, glued in. It could be slipped in between the pages, marking a place, and it was about three quarters of the way in.

I knew this was a violation of privacy - I should put the journal back in the drawer right this second and walk away. But somehow, I had to know. Had she written about us? How did she really feel? Did she love me the way I thought I loved her? Or was there another reason she wanted to continue our relationship past the summer? Was there any way I could convince her otherwise?

Giving in to temptation, I opened the journal to the bookmarked page and read the latest entry, dated a week ago.

Dear diary,

It finally happened! I'm no longer a virgin! :)

Matt was as sweet and caring and considerate as I'd always dreamed he would be. Nothing at all like those slimy selfish jerks my friends lost their virginity to. Whatever happens in the future, I'll have these perfect amazing memories for my entire life. Sex was even better than I'd hoped - my body was way more responsive to Matt's touches than it's ever been to my own. When he turns me on, everything else just falls away. Including all those voices in my head - like Dad praising me all the time for being his perfect little princess, unsullied by boys (who even says that? "Unsullied"? Gross!). And like Sister Constance preaching of the virtues of "saving ourselves for marriage" and all that crap. I'm so glad I didn't wait! These incredible sensations, things my body was meant to do, how could any of that possibly be wrong?

I'm so glad everything came together even better than I'd planned. We have so many weeks left! I would love to spent the rest of the summer just enjoying Matt and learning everything I possibly can about sex. And hopefully he can keep teaching me to masturbate too 'cuz maybe if I build up enough good experiences, it'll help me forget all the failures? He's so hunky and yummy, I'm inspired to do all these crazy things. It's like I can be a different woman in the moment, sexy and fun, free to be as creative as I want. ;)

I felt myself sink to a seated position on the bed, still holding the book open in my hands. I stared at Caylee's diary, not actually seeing anything. The words blurred together on the page. My mind raced - what did all of this mean? It almost sounded as though Caylee had planned all of this, even before I arrived. But she seemed so innocent. Was that an act? I was so focused on my thoughts, I didn't hear Caylee enter the room and I was startled to feel her hand on my shoulder and hear her soft voice say my name.

I looked up at her, and she looked like an angel as always. A very worried angel, though. She carefully pulled the diary out of my hands and knelt on the floor in front of me, taking my hands into hers. I opened my mouth and tried to choose which of the hundred and one questions I wanted to ask.

"What does this mean?" was all I could manage. It felt like I hadn't drunk a glass of water in weeks and swallowed twice. Caylee sighed, frowning.

"I'm not happy you read my diary. You weren't supposed to!"

"I'm sorry." I automatically replied. She gave a tiny flicker of a smile at my reaction but remained serious.

"...but I'll still try to explain everything. Please please let me just get the whole thing out." I nodded. Caylee looked down at our hands, not meeting my gaze as she pondered. I decided to try to patiently give her space to decide how to say what she needed to say.

"I haven't lied to you, Matt, I swear it. I really was having trouble getting off, I really have had all those guilty and intrusive messages in my head whenever I've tried. But, that crush I had on you as a little girl never really went away. So when I found out you'd be here for the summer, I started having a lot of ideas and... I guess fantasies would be accurate." She looked up at me, her expression earnest. I nodded for her to continue. I didn't feel angry exactly, just... wary, I suppose.