The Earl introduced us to a couple I'll call Catherine and George. Catherine appeared to be in her late forties and George was around 30. Catherine was George's mother, but they behaved like the lovers they were as George had his arm around his mother's shoulder and was firmly holding a large breast. Catherine seemed quite nonplussed by this, even in front of strangers.
"How long has he been slipping his manhood into your grotto?" Catherine asked Kristie. "Georgie and I have been at it for… how long has it been, dear."
"Now, Mother, you're embarrassing Kristie," George said.
"Nonsense," Catherine dismissed the comment. "She has fuck-me eyes and loves talking about it almost as much as she enjoys doing it, isn't that right?" Kristie was embarrassed, all right, but she smiled and nodded. Catherine reached out and stroked Kristie's bare arm and commented wistfully about her smooth, youthful skin.
"Perhaps before the evening is over, you'll allow me to taste you," Catherine said. Then she reached down and wrapped her fingers around the sizable bulge in her son's crotch.
"Right now I must wrap my lips around this. Come along, George," she said, leading him away. Kristie's eyes were wide with surprise at the sensual displays we encountered at The Earl's manor. Eventually, we found ourselves in an orgy room where maybe 20 or so people were fucking and sucking, reaming and rimming. In no time, we had joined the festivities, easily melting into the hot mass of writhing bodies. I tasted the cunts of nieces and aunts, grandmothers and granddaughters and I had many mouths explore my family jewels and ass. =20
Kristie seemed to enjoy so many dicks and pussies as well. She was reamed, rammed, sucked and had her stomach filled with pussy cream and cum. By the time we left, both of us were tired and sore but satisfied. We slept into the next afternoon and spent the rest of the day and evening snuggling in the bed.
We also took a few days to go see the adult sights in Amsterdam, Copenhagen and Hamburg, but that is another story.
"Kristie And I Do Europe"
My cousin Kristie and I had a great time when we visited England. I guess we really made a big hit with The Earl. He was the one who insisted on escorting us to Europe's hottest sex capitals.
Amsterdam was a sex fiend's delight. Sex shops galore, legal prostitution, everything imaginable, much of which is either illegal or just not popular in America, was readily available there. You can be bound, gagged and fucked or pissed on or you can do the pissing. Kristie walked around wide-eyed and eager to see everything.
The Earl knew of a place that catered to his special interests, of course, and took us to a large house out in the countryside. The three-story house was probably someone's private home but it was outfitted in most of the rooms for sex. Each room had cushions, mattresses, beds, bottles of body oils, towels and sex toys. There was a very large bathroom on each floor outfitted with toilet, bidet, two showers and a big bathtub. The tub in the ground level bathroom was a large sunken affair made of marble.
When we arrived, the door was opened by a strikingly beautiful young blonde who looked to be 18 years old. Oh, and she was naked except for a white garter, stockings and high heels. The bright red nipples on her full breasts were quite stiff and the shimmer of wetness I saw told me that they'd recently been sucked or licked.
Her smile was warm and she greeted us in Flemish and led us into the dressing room. Actually, undressing room was more like it. She chatted as we undressed, telling Kristie and me about how much she loved American television shows and how she was hoping to visit America one day soon. She was very friendly and I wondered if she ever entered any beauty pageants. She and Kristie seemed to take to each other immediately. Her name was Marta and she and her family were our hosts.
Marta eyed my semi-erect cock and complimented me. She asked permission to welcome us to her home, then dropped to her knees. She took my balls in both hands, hefting them in her cool palms. Pursing her lips, Marta kissed the tip of my hard cock. Her tongue darted out and started teasing the sensitive spot on the underside right behind the head. Damn, she sure knew how to make a man feel welcomed. She looked up at me with those beautiful blue eyes of hers and smiled.
Then she quit, going over to Kristie. She kissed Kristie's small tits, then they locked lips in a deep, passionate kiss. Marta was sliding two fingers into Kristie's snatch and when they finally broke the kiss, Marta raised her fingers and sensuously licked Kristie's quim cream from them. I could see from the look in their eyes that they wanted more time together but Marta, the conscientious hostess, kept her cool and led us down the hall to the ball room. I watched Marta's ass as she led the way, my cock gripped in Kristie's hand, and I remember thinking how hot and tight Marta's asshole would feel and how I hoped I'd get the opportunity to do something with her.
And quite a ball room it was. About a dozen people were in the room in various stages of fucking and sucking. A silver-haired woman who looked to be in her sixties was sucking a huge black cock while a woman plunged her ass with a dildo. Marta, her fingers tickling my asshole, told me that the woman sucking the black dick was the mother of the woman who was fucking her ass. In fact, The Earl told me, the elderly lady was Marta's grandmother and it was Marta's aunt who was drilling her own mother's asshole. Incest is a very acceptable sex practice throughout Europe.
Marta told us that her twin sister, Gerta, was in the playroom in the basement. Marta gave us a tour of the house, and in every room there was heated action of every sort going on. In one of the bathrooms a woman sat on the toilet awaiting men who would pee and splash their amber onto her pussy and chest. The Earl obliged her, pissing a hard stream onto her clit and splashing her tits. I was too stiff to pee, though. Marta, Kristie and the woman offered to help by relieving me of my load, but I politely declined.
Marta's mother was upstairs in a bedroom participating in a seven-person daisy chain. She had a mouthful of cock when I saw her and we stood watching while the group sucked away. I guess it was too much for Kristie who dragged Marta into a corner and they quickly started eating each other out. Naturally I watched until I just had to join in. I put my hands on Kristie's ass and Marta guided my bloated cock into my cousin's fuck hole. Marta lapped away at my balls and she fingered my asshole as Kristie worked on her blonde box.
Considering all the stimulation I'd had since our arrival, I'm amazed I lasted more than a minute fucking Kristie but I eventually dumped a load into her tight, familiar pussy. My cock slipped out into Marta's hungry mouth and she eagerly licked and sucked me clean and dry. Then I watched as Marta went for the spunk I'd unloaded into Kristie. Marta's hands roamed all over Kristie, caressing and teasing and stimulating her every sensitive spot. He mouth seemed to devour Kristie, the lips of Kristie's pussy surrounding and enveloping Marta's lips and tongue as though trying to pull the girl inside.
Kristie was thoroughly enjoying the action, and she reached out for my hand. As she kept reaching satisfying climax after climax, I realized that my feeling for Kristie were much stronger than cousin-cousin affection. Despite the 17 year age difference, I realized I loved her deeply. That we enjoyed exploring our sexuality together just made that bond stronger.
I felt a hand caress my thigh and saw Marta's mother joining us. Her hand stroked my half-hard cock as she introduced herself and asked what my relation to Kristie was. Then she asked how long we'd been having sex and I told her that we had started on Kristie's 18th birthday. I told her that Kristie had wanted to read the sex stories I wrote and eventually we began to enjoy one another. She asked if any of our families knew and I told her that I strongly suspected that Kristie's father knew.