Ben Ten, He Saw It
By: Aysha
Chapter 1: He Saw It
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 Gwen stepped out of the shower, wrapped her hair in a small hand towel, and then rapped herself in a regular bath towel. The bath towel was just wide enough to cover her, from her small budding ten year old breast, to her just starting to widen hips, stopping about an inch below the line of her ass. Gwen opened the bathroom door and walked out into the open living space of the Rustbucket, knowing that Ben and grandpa had each gone to do their own thing. She hadn’t felt like going out, so she had decided to stay, and have a shower while the guys were gone. Her shower had taken much longer than she had anticipated, Ben had taken his semiannual shower that morning and there was no way she was going to get in there without cleaning it first.

 Gwen wasn’t too worried about Ben and grandpa being back; as they usually took their time exploring when they arrived in a new city. She walked over to the kitchen table picked, up her IPod and continued over to the beds where she had laid out her clothes before she’d gotten in the shower. Stuffing the earpieces in as she went she started humming to her favorite song. Taking a quick look at what she’d laid out, she noticed she’d forgotten to pull out a pair of panties, so kneeling down next to the bed she pulled out her drawer and started looking for her favorite pair, (whit with the face of a black cat on the front) but she wasn’t finding them; she had just washed them and put them in there yesterday so she knew they should be there, and she had a good idea of what had happened to them, it has happened before. Gwen grabbed the sides of the drawer, pulled it off its tracks and set it aside. Getting down on all fours she peered under the bed and sure enough there they were, along with a couple pairs of socks and one of her blouses. It was a pain when this happened, there was only one-way to get them, (without going to too much trouble) so with her ass and everything else of interest, up in the air she wriggled her way under the bed reaching for her clothes.

 At that moment two things happened at once, the towel fell open at the front, and the side door of the rust bucket opened and closed. The sound of the door opening and closing was covered up by her music playing in her ears and the fact that she was in the confined space under the bed; there had been a the slightest breeze caused by the motion of the door but she thought it was the towel.

 Ben had been wondering around Seattle Washington for the better part of two hours: desperately looking for something to do. No bad guys seemed interested in breaking the law, he guest it was just to fucking hot even for criminals, so he had no reason to go hero. He had already blown his allowance before they’d gotten to the city so the arcade was out, and on top of that he had no clue where anything was in this city. In fact the only thing he knew about this city was that it was hot, humid, there wasn’t a breath of wind, and he’d had enough of it for a lifetime.

 Ben opened the door to the rust bucket, which closed on its own and he stepped straight over to the freezer yanked it open and stuck his head inside. He took a few deep breaths, enjoying the feel of the cold air filling his lungs. When he’d had enough he grabbed a Popsicle shoved it in his mouth and closed the door. Ben turned into the living area expecting to see Gwen geeking out on her computer, instead for a short time he wasn’t sure what he was seeing. Slowly his vision came into focus and the realization of what he was seeing hit him like one of Gwen’s stunning spells. His mind went blank, his body was unable to move, and the Popsicle in his mouth fell forgotten to the floor. Gwen’s bare ass was wriggling seductively back and forth in front of him. Ben could clearly see all the folds of her slit smirched between her thighs its motion matching her ass as though it were the dance of some snake charmers flute. It was having the same effect on him; something he had never associated with his cousin before. His dick was rising in rhythm with the sway of her ass.

 Slowly Gwen worked her way back out from under the bed. Gwen sat back on her calves just managing to catch her towel as it started to slide down her back.

 Ben could see that Gwen had started to back out, suddenly his brain kicked back into gear and it was screaming for him to run, but his body wouldn’t move, his heart simply pounded in his chest. Gwen was nearly out.

 Gwen placed one foot on the floor and stood up, drooping her socks and blouse into the drawer, when something in the corner of her eye caught her attention. Gwen turned locking her eyes on Ben. The terrified look in his eyes told her everything and the tent in his shorts proved it. Gwen flushed bright red, from head to toe.

 When Gwen’s eyes landed on him Ben knew what was coming, he could see it building, and still his legs would not move.

 Tears flowed freely down Gwen’s face. “You saw It.” she said. It was a statement of fact and at the same time a venomous accusation, not a question. Her embarrassment had reached a level she had never known in her life, and Ben was just standing there, staring at her, and not blinking. Suddenly a fury was ignited deep inside her and it was only being amplified by her mounting embarrassment. “BEN YOU PIG! GET OUT! GET OUT! GET OUT!!!”

 The blood-curdling screech that exploded from Gwen broke the spell that her dancing twat had placed on him. Ben blow throw the door of the rust bucket faster than he had ever run as accelerate and he kept on running, he ran and ran and ran.
Chapter 2: It’s Only Fair
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 Ben ran until he collapsed to the ground totally exhausted. He was now lying on his back in the heart of the park where they had made their camp. He was staring into the branches of the trees above him, but he wasn’t seeing them, all he could see were the tears streaming down Gwen’s face. His ears were still filled with the sound of her screaming and his skin was crawling from it. He could not believe how that scream had affected him, it had actually scared him, after all the aliens and monsters he had faced this summer and hadn’t really been scared: it was shocking to think that he could be so terrified by his cousin. Was it the feelings seeing her bent over like that had caused that made her so frightening? The image of Gwen’s twat waving back and forth flashed in front of his eyes again. He had never before seen a girls private parts, he hadn’t even managed to get hold of a porno or anything, and it turns out the first twat he gets to see is Gwen’s. Though he had to admit it was an amazing sight. Ben suddenly sat up shaking his head trying to rid his mind of the image as his dick stirred in his shorts. He had really embarrassed Gwen badly and he wasn’t going to let himself take advantage of that, besides she’s his cousin how gross was that? Not knowing what else to do he stood and just started wandering aimlessly around the park, trying his best not to think about what he had seen.

 Gwen collapsed onto the bed behind her feeling completely exposed. She couldn’t believe that Ben had snuck in to peep on her like that, she thought back to him standing there with his erection showing through his shorts. Gwen shivered at the thought of her own cousin being aroused by her. She had let the towel slide off of her, what did it matter now if she was covered or not, Ben had seen the most private most intimate part of her body what would it matter if he came back and saw the rest. She wondered how long he had been trying to get a look at her.

 It took a while for the tears to stop, but eventually Gwen wiped her face. She slowly dressed putting on her panties and socks first, she then pulled on her white pants and blue shirt (that she wears in every episode of every season) she didn’t bother with her training bra (because it would chafe in the humidity) she stood up remembering that she’d taken her shoes off when she was sitting in the front seat, she took a few steps toward the front and screaming she jumped into the air. Something freezing cold had squished between her toes, when she came down which seemed to take a minute or two, she looked down in front of the refrigerator and saw Ben’s half melted Popsicle where it had fallen. "I didn't see Ben with a Popsicle." she thought, and she looked at the door behind her and back at the freezer in front of her, she pulled open the freezer door and saw that it completely blocked the bed from view. Gwen closed the freezer door as a sudden realization of what had actually happened came to her; “Ben hadn’t been spying on me” she thought to herself, “it had been an accident.” A twinge of guilt at having yelled at Ben tightened her throat.

 “Why should I feel guilty?” she actually said this out loud to herself, and she thought; “He’s the one who walked in on me; he’s the one who just stood there getting his rocks off staring at me.” she was trying to convince herself to stay mad at Ben but the truth was that she was blushing. The thought that Ben had actually found her sexually attractive was actually kind of flattering. Now that she knew that it wasn’t some kind of perverted sexual predator thing.

 Gwen cleaned up the Popsicle, changed her socks, put on her shoes, packed herself a pick nick lunch and stepped outside. She had decided that she didn’t want to be there when Ben came back. She chose a direction she thought Ben wasn’t likely to have gone in, and started walking.

 Ben had been walking for some time now, though he had lost track of time, he had set himself on a path that would take him in a large circle around the Rustbucket without getting too close. Bens mind had been racing with thoughts of what Gwen might be saying to grampaw Max, and thoughts of Gwen’s twat; Thoughts of Gwen’s tears, and thoughts of Gwen’s twat; Thoughts of what their parents would say, or do when they found out, and thoughts of Gwen’s twat. Ben didn’t think he could take much more of it, his nerves were frayed, and his dick was getting sore from the ups and downs of his wildly shifting thoughts. Every time his mind latched onto the image of Gwen’s twat dancing back and forth, Ben’s dick snapped to attention, at which point Ben would start pounding his forehead with his fist while repeating “Don’t think about it, don’t think about it, don’t think about it.” He was in the middle of this mantra when he crashed into some one.

 Gwen had herself been walking for about forty-five minutes. Her anger at Ben had evaporated with every step. “After all it really wasn’t his fault.” she thought. “I should have put the chain on the door.”

 In fact the only thing she was having trouble getting over was her total embarrassment, not only had Ben seen her twat, he had been turned on by her.

 To her knowledge she had never been the focus of anyone’s sexual desire, it made her blush just thinking about it and there in lie the biggest part of her problem. A fact that she was steadfastly trying to deny to herself was that she was turned on by the fact that she had turned Ben on, but ignoring the growing itch between her legs was becoming more and more difficult. She was just starting to wonder how she could ever look Ben in the eyes again when suddenly she was seeing nothing but stars and she experienced a sense of falling. “OW…” she yelled as her ass hit the ground. “WHY DON’T YOU WATCH…” she started, but looking up and finding herself looking into the eyes of her cousin she fell into stunned silence. Blushing a hot pink so fierce she felt that this must be what it feels like when Ben turns into Heat-blast. In his eyes she could see that same sense of impending doom that was there in the Rustbucket, but this time she simply drew her eyes down to her feet, on the way she caught sight of his shorts where she saw his erection straining against its fabric, which caused her blush to deepen. “Has it been this way all this time?” she wondered.

 Ben had jumped at the sound of Gwen’s voice, his eyes locked on hers and he was once again frozen in place like a dear caught in headlights. Now he was just waiting for the cataclysmic crash that would bring an end to his short life. His heart pounding in his throat, Ben braced himself for the inevitable… Then by some miracle the bright green headlights that held him blinked and swerved away sparing his life.

 Standing over Gwen, Ben was wondering what was going on, the sun was still shinning and the trees were still standing? Where was the hellfire and brimstone? “Is it possible?” he though. “Could she?” “Would she?” he took a step forward, “Gwen?” he said testing his voice. She didn’t look up, but wriggled her feet. Ben took this as a good sing and pressed on; “Gwen, please, I’m, I’m really sorry, I didn’t mean to”; (He knew how childish he must sound but it was all he had.) “Gwen, it was an accident, (his voice cracked as he went on.) please, please, forgive me. Gwen, please don’t be made at me!” he pleaded.

 Gwen could hear the sincerity in his voice but that only confirmed what she had figured out for herself, but she couldn’t bring herself to say anything.

 “Gwen, please I’d do anything for you if you’d just say you forgive me?”

 Gwen finally said something though she spoke in such a low whisper that Ben couldn’t understand her. “What? What did you say, Gwen?” asked Ben.

 Gwen wasn’t sure that he would do it but the curiosity that had been burning in her for the better part of an hour was coming to a head. So she said as loudly as her trembling voice and knot tied throat would allow; “Show me yours.” she said.

 It had come out as a barely audible sub-vocalization. But he had heard it. “W… what?” was all he could manage.

 “It’s only fair.” she said as her eyes meat his for a second, flickered to his shorts for another and came to rest back on her shoes.

 Ben couldn’t believe what he was hearing and he was, if possible, more shocked now then he had been by her sudden appearance. Shaking his head to regain some sense of reality, “You really want me to?” he asked hesitantly.
Chapter 3: Best Summer Vacation Ever!
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 Gwen looked up at Ben and nodded her head. Ben swallowed the lump in his throat and said, “Ok, but not here.” He held out his hand, Gwen took it and Ben pulled her to her feet. “Someone might come and we don’t want to get caught.” said Ben. Lifting his left arm, he twisted the dial of the Omni-trix, pressed the button and when the dial popped up he slammed it down again; instantly transforming into Stinkfly.

 Scooping Gwen into his arms he took flight. He was looking for a spot that would hide them from view and hopefully be far enough away from camps and trails that no one would stumble onto them. It took him about five minutes but he found the perfect spot. It was a clearing right up against the mountainside surrounded by tall fir-trees with a couple of logs lying across it. Ben landed next to one of the loges and set Gwen on it. “Be right back.” he said to her and took off again. He flew a little ways down what looked to be the only path leading to the clearing and sprayed stink goo from one side of the path to the other. Insuring that anyone coming up the path would turn around and go back the way they came. Ben did this not just because he was going to show Gwen his dick but because he was hopping that Gwen would let him have a closer look at her twat.

 Ben got back to the clearing just as the Omni-trix timed out, landing on his own human feet as he dropped out of the air in front of Gwen.

 Gwen was watching Ben with nervous anticipation. She had taken the time to lay out her picnic blanket and was once again sitting on her calves, having set her shoes aside.

 Ben stepped out of his own shoes and onto the blanket. He had a raging hard-on but was still very nervous about showing it. “Are you sure you want to do this Gwen?” he asked one more time. Gwen answered him by leaning forward grabbing his waistband and pulling him closer. Slowly she started to unbuckle his belt, Ben was shocked but did not resist. It was easier this way; he was starting to get cold feet now that he was faced with the moment.

 Gwen had already unbuttoned his shorts and was now slowly pulling down his zipper. Ben could see the color rising in her face and that her breathing had become slower and deeper. “She wants to see it; she actually wants to see It.” he thought. The whole seine was fueling his throbbing hard on.

  Gwen could feel her heart pounding in her chest as she pulled Ben's shorts down to his ankles. She could now see his dick pressing against the fabric of his boxers. She could even kind of make out its size and general shape, and the only thought that came to mind was “No way!” Swallowing her nerves Gwen grabbed the waistband of his boxers and pulled down.

 Ben’s dick bounced freely in the cooling air of the late afternoon. He had never shown his dick to anyone and here he was standing over Gwen with it inches from her face. He had been wondering what she would think of it but the look of surprise on her face was enough to let him know she was impressed. Now he was starting to wonder how long she would want to look at his handy buddy, (He had been calling it that ever cense he found out about that stupid cartoon based on his alien heroes) and whether he should ask her if she would show him her twat now. The thought though was obliterated when the tips of Gwen’s fingers made the most gentle of contact with the tip of his dick and then slid down the side of its shaft; cutting a searing swath of pleasure all the way up his spine to his brain. It was so intense it forced his eyes close and his lungs to draw in a deep hissing breath. When Ben was finally able to open his eyes again he looked down on a scene that was outside the realm of possibility, a scene more shocking than anything that had happened that day.

 Gwen had never seen more than a textbook drawing of a penis but now she was faced with the real thing and it was unbelievable. Ben’s dick had to be four and a half inches long but that was only the half of it. The part she was most shocked by was that his dick was almost as thick as it was long; she guessed it was easily three inches thick; With her blood burning hot in her face she scrutinized it closely. The tip was pink, like the new skin of a freshly healed cut and it was even thicker than the shaft; at three and a half inches. She had heard that whit boys, especially as young as Ben was, tended to have small dicks and she certainty hadn’t expected anything like this.

 Gwen looked up at his face and it seemed to her that Ben was deliberately not looking at her or maybe he was just thinking to himself. She was going to ask if she could touch it but since he had more interesting things to think about she decided to do it without asking. Her hand was trembling as she reached out and just using the tips of her fingers she gently traced the surface of his dick, from the tip to the base. She could feel his dick jerking beneath her fingers its soft warm skin brushing against hers.

 The hissing breath that Ben had taken sent a shiver down her spine and she knew that she had made him feel good, which pushed her own level of arousal past the breaking point. Gwen could see a clear bead of fluid glistening in the slit at the tip of his dick and she knew what it was.

 There was no way she’d consider it if he hadn’t taken a shower that day; but right now all she could think of was how badly she wanted to know what it tasted like; So she leaned forward opening her mouth as wide as she could as she went. Her eyes flicked upward just as Ben opened his, and she knew, he could see what she was doing but she didn’t stop. She took his dick all the way into her mouth without stopping and clamped it shut around the base.

 Ben’s next breath came as a gasp and his eyes steamed up. “GWENNNN, WHAT ARE YOU DOING” he yelled gripping her shoulders for support as the hot flesh of her mouth drained the strength from his legs.

 There was barely enough room in her mouth for her tongue with Ben’s thick member in it, but Gwen tightened her lips around the base. Grabbing onto his waist with both hands and pressing her tongue against the underside of his dick she forced it against the roof of her mouth. Slowly she drew back sucking a puddle of pre-cum from the tip of his dick onto her tongue. Gwen paused just long enough to taste it and decide she liked its slightly salty flavor and slippery texture. She then pushed forward once again, pressing his dick against the roof of her mouth with her tongue. She was enjoying Ben’s reaction and had to force herself not to smile, after all it’s impossible to give a blowjob while you’re smiling.

 Ben’s mind was spinning as the awesome sensation of his first blowjob washed over him. Gwen had only sucked his dick in and out three or four times but he was already dangerously close to Cuming. “Uuuuh, Gwen! Uuuh, GWEN YOUR GONNA MAKE ME...!!!" he tried to warn her but it was too late, before he could say the word GUSH after GUSH of his cum was filling her mouth.

 Gwen heard Ben call her name and taking a great thrill from it she sucked harder and faster she made sure her tongue flicked up over the head of his dick when she drew back and pressed deep into its slit when she pushed forward again. Almost immediately Ben started yelling at her. Though she couldn’t understand what he was saying, she had a pretty good idea of what was about to happen and increased the speed and presser even more. Suddenly she felt Ben’s dick swell in her mouth, jerk and with that, a rush of semen was coating her tongue. Gwen slowed down but kept her tongue pressing and sliding across the tip so she could feel every jet of cum leave his dick and enter her mouth. His cum was thick and hot in her mouth, it taste sweet, salty, and sour at the same time. In that moment she decided that she didn’t care what anyone might think of her; she liked giving head, she liked the taste of Ben’s cum and she greedily swallowed every stream of it each time she drew her head back.

 When she had swallowed the last spurt of cum and the jerking had faded, Gwen was left with a powerful sense of accomplishment, “I made him cum… Now that’s cool.” she thought. Leaning back she let Ben’s dick leave her mouth with a quiet little pop and sat back on her calves. With Ben still holding onto her shoulders for support she watched as his dick seamed to wither and her sense of accomplishment turned into disappointment and desire, she wanted more. Then as Ben started to shift his weight to his own quivering legs she spotted it, a gleaming white glob of cum was clinging to the tip of his dick. “It must have oozed out after I let it go,” she thought. And then a devilish smirk crossed her face as a funny thought came to mind “Mmm… Leftovers!” Gwen timed her move perfectly, as Ben went to stand on his own he let go of her shoulders, and in that moment she had it, it was back in her mouth, where it belonged.

 Ben freaked as the searing heat of Gwen’s mouth warped itself around him again. “GWEN! Stop, what are you doing, It’s too sensitive!!!” he yelled as he grabbed her head and tried to wriggle his way free.

 Gwen wrapped her arms around him as he struggled to get away from her, thinking, “There’s no way you’re getting away from me Ben Tennyson; Besides the first time only lasted a couple of seconds.” With her arms tied tightly around him she started wagging her tongue back and forth over the head of his dick and loving every second of Ben’s screams.

 Losing his balance Ben fell back landing on his ass where he continued to struggle against Gwen’s grip. The problem was that even when she wasn’t acting like a sex crazed lunatic, she was strong as hell (dam karate training); so unless he was actually willing to hit her he had little chance of getting free and though it felt like Gwen was trying to suck them out though his dick, he still had the brains to know that, that would be the stupidest thing he could ever do. So he had no choice but to lie there and suffer, being tortured with the greatest feeling he’d ever experienced.

 When Ben fell Gwen simply fell with him and taking full advantage of the new position she started sucking his dick with everything she had. It wasn’t long before his dick started to swell again, quickly returning to its full size. Soon his yells became moans and his wriggling became thrusting.

 Gwen had never imagined that something so dirty could be so exciting, her body felt more alive than ever. Her mouth was tingling with a kind of electric buzz, her nipples felt like they were going to poke holes in her shirt and the silky wetness between her legs had grown from a trickle to a torrent.

 Ben was in heaven, what had started out, as “The Torture of a Thousand Licks” was now getting better and better by the second. Not only did it feel great but the wet, sucking, slurping sounds, mixed with the “Mmm mhm mum” that were coming from her were adding an extra shiver to his spine and he thought that she might be enjoying this more than he was. “Oh man Gwen that feels so good!” he said. She had been going at it for nearly fifteen minutes and Ben was reaching his limit, “Oh god, I’m going to cum!!!” he said.

 Gwen increased her speed again, she had worked hard for it this time, and she really wanted her prize.

 “AHHH, I’M CUMMING…”Ben screamed.

 Gwen stop sucking this time, in favor of licking the tip of his dick, (which was driving Ben mad) savoring every stream of cum that filled her mouth.

 When, finally he stopped Cumming he fell onto his back breathing hard, and let Gwen finish up; she was being much gentler so it was still feeling pretty good.

 Gwen was once again filled with that sense of accomplishment in making Ben cum. More than that she had truly enjoyed the act itself, but now she desperately needed a release of her own, but could she get him to do it? She wondered. She took a couple more swipes at his dick with her tongue and let it pop from her mouth once more, raised herself up off of Ben and leaned back onto her calves looked at Ben and couldn’t help blushing.

 When Gwen got off of his legs he sat up and looked at her, she was watching him, apparently waiting for him to say something. “Um wow that was incredible!” he said (Gwen smiled and blushed a little more.) “But um don’t take this the wrong way Gwen but a, why?”

 Gwen shrugged her shoulders and said. “I don’t know, the first time I guess I was curious, I wanted to know what it was like.”

 “Ok,” said Ben “but why the second time?” He asked.

 Gwen was embarrassed to admit it but she did anyway; looking away she said in a shy whisper “Because I liked it. It was… I don’t know, fun.” She paused for a second looking backed at him and asked, “Did you really like it?

 “Are you kidding me? That was the coolest thing that has ever happened to me!” said Ben.

 Gwen had been watching him closely and whether it was because she thought he would or simply because she was desperately horny she decided to ask him. “Um, Ben would you do something for me?

 Ben was curious, and at this point he didn’t think there was anything he wouldn’t do for Gwen. “Sure,” he said. “What do you want?" he asked.

 Gwen grabbed her pack from beside the blanket got out a small bottle of hand sanitizer and used it to wash both their hands. “Now get of the blanket.” she told him. Ben was a little confused but did as he was told, with only the slightest hesitation. Gwen grabbed his shorts and underwear and tossed them aside, as they had fallen of when he was struggling against her. Gwen got up herself, picked up the blanket, folded it a few times, and walked over to one of the logs in the clearing.

 She set the blanket on the log and then turned to face Ben, she then hooked her thumbs in each side of her waistband and pulled her pants and underwear down in one move and steeped out of them. She sat down on the blanket and called to Ben.

 Once again Ben found himself recovering from a state of shock, whatever he had been expecting it wasn’t this. It took a few seconds but he managed to get his legs moving, slowly he made his way over to Gwen, with, and he wouldn’t have believed it possible having just cum (twice), his dick on the raise again.

 When Ben was in reach she grabbed the front of his shirt and pulled down. Ben allowed himself to fall to his knees putting his face at crotch level in front of her. His hopes had come true; he was only inches away from her twat. There wasn’t a single strand of hair between her legs; he could see the front of her slit and how it separated. He could see something short and wrinkly sticking down between the two sides and was wondering what it was. Ben could also see that the slit went farther back, though he could not see how far, (but what he had seen a couple hours ago gave him a pretty good idea) and the whole area was glistening wet. He could tell that there was more to it than what he could see. He looked up at her face and was going to ask a question, but it turned out not to be necessary.

 Gwen let him take in what he was seeing and was waiting for him to look up, which only took about a minute. When he made eye contact with her she asked. “Have you ever seen one before?” He shook his head no. “Have you ever seen a pitcher of one?” she asked, and again he shook his head. “What about a diagram, you saw the one they showed us in class right? When they talked about sex and why we shouldn’t do it?” Ben thought for a moment and then. “Oh yah, I remember that day.” he said, (Gwen smiled) “I fell asleep about five minutes into that guys speech.” and Gwen’s smile was gone. “Do you know anything about a girls… you know? Ben didn’t want to seam stupid, but he really didn't know anything, “Um I heard that there was a slit, and that there’s supposed to be a hole a boy sticks his thing in” he said “Oh and something called a clutteris, but I’m not even sure I want to know what that is,” said Ben. “Haaa--haaa--haaaaa--haaaaa,” Gwen fell out laughing at the word and Ben went scarlet with embarrassment, he knew he had just said something dumb. It took Gwen a minute to recover, wiping away the tears when she finally did. She could see that Ben looked a little mad, “I’m sorry Ben I didn’t mean to laugh, you just caught me off guard with that.” “So what did I say wrong?” he asked. Getting serious Gwen said, “Well for one thing the word is clitoris, and right now that’s the most important thing in the world.” Gwen leaned back on the log lifted her legs up and put her feet on the log as far apart as was comfortable. “Woh!!!” said Ben as his eyes eat out (I mean up) what he saw. Gwen’s twat had spread open when she lifted her legs. Now Ben could see almost everything. The outer lips were puffy and red, as though they were blushing. That wrinkly thing he had seen was kind of pink and was poking out at him, it was –he could now see– attached to what looked like another set of very thin lips that seemed to fade away as they went down and back, though he saw no sing the hole he had heard of.

 “Ben, BEN!” she had to yell to get his attention. Ben snapped his eyes up. Gwen had that devilish grin on her face peering from between her legs. “Here see this?” she asked, and she placed the index and forefinger of her right hand one opposite sides of her foreskin and pulled back revealing a, shiny, pinkish-red button about the size of a #2 pencil eraser. Ben looked at it closely “This is my clitoris,” said Gwen. “She’s my best friend and she wants to meet your tongue.” Ben’s eyes snapped back into hers. This was it; this was the moment of truth, would he do it, or not? She kept staring into his eyes.

 Upon hearing and comprehending what Gwen had said, what Gwen wanted, Ben was forced into an internal conflict one between his ten year old brain, which was trying to tell him, “That’s totally gross.” and his dick, which was throbbing painfully away between his legs, and screaming “AWESOME!!!”

 Behind his eyes, Gwen could see the battle raging between dick and brain, then slowly his tongue wedged itself from between his lips and hung suspended about two inches away seemingly unable to close the gap.

 Gwen took this as “You do it” kind of invitation, so she raised her hips and slowly lowered her clit across his tongue. “SSSSSSSSS” was the sound of her sucking a deep breath through her teeth as her clit struck down the length of his tongue. It was like striking a match, igniting a flame in her crotch that sizzled up her spin like a fuse. “Holy shit that was intense” she said breathlessly.

 Ben was testing the flavor of the slippery film she left on his tongue. It wasn’t a bad taste, strange but he found that he could live with it. In fact maybe he couldn’t live without it.

 “Look Ben” said Gwen “I need to cum, but it’s way too intense for me to do that myself, rub your tongue like that, I’ve never done anything like that before. I need you to do it for me; I need you to make me cum. Please Ben, make me cum!

 “Ok Gwen” said Ben “What do you want me to do?

 Gwen thought about how she masturbates trying to come up with a recipe or formula for orgasm. Then she said “Ok, what you do is, use your fingers to hold the skin back like I showed you, but don’t let your fingernails touch it cause that would hurt like hell.” Ben nodded to show he was paying attention, “Then,” she continued. “You place your tongue flat over my clit with just a little bit of presser, and then you just slide your tongue all around. Ok? But the key is constant contact, constant presser, and constant motion.” “Oh and hold on tightly.”

 For once in his life Ben paid close attention to Gwen. Once again he nodded and then looked down at her twat. “Man I can’t believe I’m about to do this.” he thought. Gwen leaned back, braced her hands on the log for support, and opened her legs as wide as she could.

 Ben swallowed deeply and leaned in close. Gwen had said to “hold on tightly” so he came from underneath wrapping his arms around her thighs. This gave him a firm hold on her and allowed him to use the thumb and forefinger of his right hand to free her clit. Ben stuck out his tongue and pressed it onto her clit, and pulled it back in testing her again. “OOOH” Gwen moaned as his tongue crossed her clit. The sensation traveled through her entire body, and for some reason ended up in her nose and lips, leaving them buzzing and tingling.

 Ben was thinking, “Man this really is cool, it’s so soft and warm.” It was like soft butter covered in the softest smoothest skin and drenched in hot liquid silk.

 He then placed his tongue at the base of her slit and started licking up it. He pressed in as he started and was surprised when it went deeper than he had expected. Gwen hadn’t told him to do this but he had been curious and she didn’t seem to mind. When his tongue reached her clit he made several passes in the prescribed manner, making her moan even louder and thrust her pelvis into is face. He then slid his tongue back down her slit where it had sunk in before. He pressed in and to his surprise it sank deep inside; he could feel her slit spread around his tongue.

 Gwen felt Ben wriggle his tongue in just passed the entrance of her glory hole; she was prepared to stop him if he tried to go to deep because she know it would hurt if he did, but for now it was a strange and erotic sensation that was making flashes of heat radiate through her, it felt great!

 Ben had found his tongue plunging into a deep well of blazing hot goo. Gwen moaned again as he pressed a little deeper and his tongue was suddenly squeezed right back out by the walls of the hole itself, which mad his dick jerk and bounce maddeningly. He had found the hole he had heard of and his dick wanted in.

 Ben slid his tongue back up to and over her clit. He started by moving it in slow spiraling circles to the left, tightened his grip as her hips started to rise, and changed directions to the right.

 “NUA, hah, hah, hah” Gwen moaned and panted, “Oh shit Ben that feels good.”

 He thought it must, to get Gwen to swear, she almost never did. Ben increased his speed a little and earned more sound of pleasure from Gwen. Her hips were rolling around in his arms and her twat was a free flowing river of juice.

 “OOH god Ben that’s great” her hips started thrusting involuntary as waves of pre-orgasmic pleasure pulsed through her body. “OOOOH GOD BEN, HARDER, HARDER!!!” she screamed. Ben pressed is tongue harder into her clit and started shaking his head back and forth as fast as he could, making his tongue nothing more than a blur of motion over her clit. Gwen started getting lowed, then suddenly her legs closed like a spring-loaded trap around his head and her hips trust madly into his face. Ben had to rap his arms tightly around her waist just to keep hold of her. Still he kept his tongue moving, up and down now that he could no longer move his head back and forth, and he was thinking, “constant contact, constant presser, and constant motion.”

Gwen screamed as the power of her orgasm crashed through her. Her whole body was jerking out of control; every muscle had a mind of its own. Her back was arched, her shoulders were pinned to the log, and still Ben held on tightly to her, keeping his tongue moving. He was determined to do as he had been told and he was going to make sure that this was as good for Gwen as it could possibly be.

 Whether it was heaven or hell Gwen couldn’t tell, this is the most amazing thing she’d ever experienced! But it wouldn’t end; she had no idea, the explosive power hidden away in that tiny button between her legs. Her muscles were straining painfully; everything below her waist felt like it was trying to turn inside out and Ben’s tongue had become a burning coal pressed relentlessly against her clit.

 Ben was amazed by Gwen’s orgasm, she was screaming so loudly it wouldn’t surprise him if they could her back in camp. He was still playing with her clit when Gwen’s had come out of now where.

 Gwen was getting desperate she had to stop Ben but all she could do was scream. She screamed until her lungs were empty and she was on the verge of passing out, and when she finally managed to claw air back into her longs, she just screamed it back out. Then her abdominal muscles jerked her forward and Ben was suddenly in range. She lashed out at Ben slapped him clean across the part of his face that stuck out above her thighs.

 Ben fell back on his ass, but Gwen managed to stay on the log though her back and abdominal muscles continued to play tug of war with her spine making her jerk back and forth as she rode out her orgasm. Ben was watching her in complete astonishment, his dick throbbing at the amazing sight. Gwen had covered her twat with her hands; perhaps even to protect it from him but even so he could see large amounts of the, clear, slippery, liquid silk, ooze from between her fingers and drip to the ground below. He had already figured out why she had hit him, and forgiven her for it, though he did take a bit of guilty pleasure in having paid her back for what she had done to him.

 Gwen lay motionless across the log. She was enjoying what she could only describe as an after glow. Her whole body was tingling and radiating warmth. She found that she was giggling uncontrollably and when she opened her eyes sparks were popping in her vision. After Ben’s tongue left her clit she had been able to enjoy the entirety of her orgasm; her muscles were aching from the strain but it had been awesome.

 Gwen finally sat up, (a big smile still stretched across her face) and looked at Ben. Ben was standing less than three feet away and he was smiling right back at her, despite the bright red handprint across his face. “Sorry I hit you.” said Gwen. “Ah it’s no big deal; I knew instantly why you did it.” said Ben. "Besides watching you cum like that was totally worth it.” Gwen noticed that he was staring at her twat the whole time he was speaking. Judging by the grate big throbbing dick pointed at her, it was easy for her to guess what he wanted and she had to ask herself if she was ready for that. She knew it would hurt. She had found that out a few months back when she had tried to push a finger into her twat and received a sharp jolt, and judging by the fact that Ben’s dick is about ten times the size of her finger it would probably hurt a hell of a lot worse. “Hhhh,” she sighed, however, the truth was that she really did wanted Ben to fuck her. It didn’t take a lot of brains (which she had in spades) to figure out that if oral sex could give her an orgasm as amazing as the one shed just had; then what could actual sex do? “All I have to do to find out is endure the pain of losing my virginity.” she laughed inwardly at how simple it sounded in her head. “ALL I HAVE TO DO.” she thought, focusing on his dick.

 Making up her mind Gwen leaned forward and with her right hand she grabbed Ben by his dick and gently pulled him closer. When he was close enough she grabbed the neck of his shirt with her left hand, pulled his face close to hers and in a voice more seductive then ether imagined she was capable of, she asked “You want to fuck me…don’t you…Ben? You want to fuck your cousin… don’t you?” and she wrapped her legs tightly around his waist pressing his dick against her twat, feeling the heat of it for the first time.

 Ben took a deep breath as his dick made contact with her buttery soft flesh. It was a natural reflex that made his hips thrust forward rubbing his dick across Gwen's clit, making her close her eyes and moan deeply. When she opened her eyes again Ben nodded his desire and delivered a kind of licking kiss to her neck that made her shiver right down too her toes.

 “Say it, hah,” she whispered, panting every other word as she curled her hips up and down the length of his dick. “Tell me, haah, you want, haaah, to fuck me.” and she kissed his neck in the same way he had kissed hers.

 “Yes… God I want to fuck you Gwen… I want to fuck my cousin!” he said slipping his hands under her shirt, he placed them flat on her waist and slowly slid them up her sides bringing her shirt up at the same time.

 Gwen enjoyed the sensation of his hands moving over her skin and when they played over her budding breast she raised her arms above her head and allowed him to pull her shirt off. Ben tossed her shirt aside and she in turn did the same with his. Ben ran his hands over her naked body, rubbing her small breast. They had almost the same buttery soft feel as her twat, despite their small size. He gently pinched and sucked each hard nipple, making her purr.

 Gwen wrapped her arms around his neck and curling her hips up the full length of his dick she raised herself up just enough to let his dick slip into position. She could now feel Ben’s dick throbbing at the opening of her twat, desperately wanting to be inside. Gwen hesitated for a second, having what she thought was a pretty good idea of how much this was going to hurt. Finally working up her courage, she took a deep breath, grit her teeth and plunged herself down.

 Ben felt the sudden buildup of pressure on the head of his dick and it was like someone had pulled the trigger on a loaded gun. His hips shot forward and up without encouragement from him at all. The pressure on the head of his dick increased to a phenomenal level for a second, then, it broke, spread around his dick, crushing it from all directions. Ben’s dick didn’t stop until his pelvis met Gwen's, which meant at this angle, with her sitting on the log and him standing in front of her, that all but about an inch had impaled her, but that was all he needed to know the true meaning of the word bliss, because, his dick was melting in it. Unfortunately that bliss only lasted for half a second.

 Gwen thought for sure that she must have been ripped in two. Time had seemingly frozen in an instant of pure agony, with her still holding her breath, still gritting her teeth, trying desperately to hold back the vocalization of her pain. She had decided the instant before she had taken the plunge that no matter how much it hurt, she would not let Ben know, she would not scream, she would not cry, so that Ben could enjoy his first fuck the way she had enjoyed her first real orgasm, thanks to him. But her tears had sprung forth the instant Ben had thrust into her. It felt to her as though someone had taken a metal baseball bat, dipped it in boiling tar, rolled it in broken shards of glass the size of mountains, set the whole thing on fire and shoved it right up into her womb…with a running start. Irrationality took control of her mind and she was positive that the vicious son of a bitch had tricked her. It had all been part of his plan to torture her while he got his rocks off; and with that insane thought time snapped back to normal and the outcry she had intended to stifle escaped. “AHH!”

 Gwen’s scream scared the shit out of Ben he had no idea why she would scream like that, but it made him jump so badly he’d have pulled his dick out if Gwen hadn’t locked her legs around his waist. It wasn’t because she wanted his dick inside her but her reflexes kicked in to keep him from ripping her insides out. She was lying on her back across the log sobbing freely into her arms, which she had folded over her eyes.

 “GWEN!” he knew he must have hurt her badly. “Gwen, I’m sorry… I… I never wanted to hurt you again.” he said with a cracking voice. Gwen, please don’t cry; (sniff, sniff) “Pleas I never wanted to make you cry again! Not… Not after the way I made you cry earlier…”) With tears flowing down his face, he leaned forward and pulled her up into his arms and gently rocked her back and forth comforting and shushing her as she sobbed into his shoulder.

 It took several minutes for Gwen to settle down, but soon she settled into quiet sniffles. “Are you ok Gwen?” he asked. “Uh hah” she answered. “Let me take it out.” Ben told her. Gwen leaned back and looked him in the eye; she could see the tear tracks down his cheeks. Gwen hadn’t actually believed the insane thoughts that had been driven into her mind by the pain of Ben’s dick being driven into her twat, they were just silly; but she hadn’t expected Ben’s reaction, she had never known that he could be so sensitive. Ben looked her in the eye and started to say “I never want to make you cry a…” but the last word was cut off when Gwen pressed her lips against his and kissed him with all the emotion she could convey.

 Ben was shocked by the sudden presence of Gwen’s tongue in his mouth. He knew that somewhere along the line they had come to a silent agreement not to kiss. He had felt this agreement pass between them and understood that they were cousins, just having fun with each other, not lovers, but Gwen had just broken that one taboo and shocked though he was he returned her kiss with as much passion as she gave.

 Ben and Gwen hugged and kissed for some time, sharing feelings that they hadn’t realized they had for each other, feelings that thy now knew had been there all along…

 Gwen was the one that brook their kiss. Ben looked at her and saw that she was actually blushing, after all they had done together he couldn’t believe she could still blush and he thought it was cute and it made him smile.

 “Gwen?” he said. She looked at him. “I know it hurts but you’ve got to let me take it out. Ok?” “Uh-uh.” said Gwen shaking her head. “But?” said Ben. “It’s ok, I knew it would hurt.” she said wiping the tears off her face. “I was just surprised by how much it hurt, but, it’s your first time and I want you to enjoy yourself.”

“But I don’t want to hurt you.” he said.

Gwen smiled and gave him another small kiss. “To late dumb, dumb.” she said still smiling. Ben started to say something but Gwen placed a finger over his lips and said. “Look Ben for girls, it just hurts the first time, that’s just the way it is and if you stop now… well then I’ve gone through all this pain for nothing. Now shut up and fuck me Ben Tennyson.

 Ben smiled and nodded his head, he leaned in and kissed her passionately, and she kissed him back. He kissed her neck and placed his hands on her hips; Gwen wrapped her arms around his neck and rested her head on his shoulder.

 “Are you ready?” he asked. “Yah, just, start slowly ok.” she answered. “Ok.” he said, and slowly he pulled back drawing a deep breath as he went, he pulled his dick all the way out and then gently pushed it back in. Gwen jumped a little and he could hear her whimper as his dick slid back in.

 “Oh god Gwen you feel so good inside.” he told her, and he felt her place a teary wet kiss on his neck. Ben slid one hand to the small of her back and the other between her shoulders trying to hug her reassuringly as he continued to make love to her.

 Again and again he pushed his dick into her twat. It was incredible; her twat was a three hundred and sixty degree velvet vice wrapped around his dick and it was the temperature of the sun. He was amazed at how her body could be so silky soft inside and still squeeze his dick so hard.

 Ben continued fucking her as slowly as he could, intense as it was. Knowing that she was doing this for him, he was going to enjoy this as much as possible but he couldn’t help feeling bad because of how much he was hurting her. He could feel her shaking as she silently cried into his shoulder and he felt a strong desire to cum; He wanted it to end so her pain would end but despite the intense and wonderful sensation poring over his dick and dripping off his balls he felt as though he could keep going for another hour and though he had no real sense of time he knew that he had been going for a while.

 Ben decided to test moving a little faster, and doubled his pace. Gwen gave a little whimper but no other sign of discomfort. Ben kissed her tenderly on her shoulder and felt her kiss him back.

 After another minute or two he noticed a change in Gwen's breathing, it was slower and in between sniffles she would let it out in a long slow “Haaaah”. Then her breathing started to get faster and faster. Ben matched the speed of his thrusts to the pace of her breathing. The faster she breathed the faster he fucked her. Then Gwen moved in his arms and he knew that she had only just noticed it herself.

 Gwen was focused on suppressing the pain of Ben’s dick thrusting into her twat doing her best not to make too much noise. She hadn’t noticed the change in her breathing, hadn’t realized that for the last twenty minutes Ben’s dick had been sawing back and forth across her clit but she did notice that Ben was starting to move faster, and even faster. She wondered if he was going to cum but then something made her shift her wait and it hit her. It had been trying to get her attention for some time. It was the same buzzing, tingling, itch as before, only this time it was different it wasn’t just building in her clit but fallowing Ben’s dick deep into her twat. It had been growing and growing but the pain had hidden it or covered it up.

 Now the pain and the tingle were competing for her attention. Gwen focused her mind on the tingle, on the feel of Ben’s dick rubbing across her clit and the new sensations it was triggering inside her. It made her breathe faster and faster, and Ben was fucking her faster and faster “mmmmmm” Gwen moaned as the pleaser in groin began to overpower the pain.

 When Gwen moaned Ben knew she was going to cum soon so he wrapped his arms tightly around her and gave it all he had fucking her as fast as he could. Seconds later her twat seized up squeezing his dick with twice, three times, four times the force as before; god it felt good.

 Gwen was screaming like mad in the throes of her orgasm. Ben thrust his dick into her two or three more times and each time Gwen writhed violently as her twat squeezed his dick relentlessly. Ben loved every second, every squeeze of her twat. It felt so good it was going to make him cum soon, he could feel it building with every thrust, but then, he saw a fresh tear roll down her face and he realized he was causing her even more pain than before. Ben didn’t hesitate for an instant but pulled his dick out until just the very tip was pressing against the opening of her twat, letting her own her orgasm. Though he could still feel the squeeze and release of her twat on the tip of his dick.

 Ben was holding on tightly as Gwen jerked violently in his arms but now there was no longer any sing of pain on her face, only the pleaser of her orgasm. Gwen came even harder than before and he could feel the hot silky fluid pouring out of her twat drenching his dick.

 Feeling the squeezing of her twat start to fade Ben realized her orgasm was coming to an end and he wondered if he could make it last longer. Feeling Gwen's twat release from its last spasm, Ben quickly shoved his dick into her twat. It only took a couple of thrust and her orgasm redoubled itself.

 To say that Gwen was enjoying her orgasm would be an under-statement it was incurable. “How can anything feel this good?” she thought, and just as she was starting to relax as her orgasm was beginning to fade, suddenly Ben’s arms tightened around her again and she felt his dick push it way back into her twat. She never expected Ben to start fucking her again so soon, but the sudden reappearance of Ben’s dick inside her snapped her head back toward the sky as it cut across her clit driving deep into her brain and robbing her of the breath she had finally managed to recapture; then the void left by its retreat . . . In the blink of an eye she felt two more thrust blaze across her clit, plunge deep into her twat launching her back into the full throes of her orgasm.

 Gwen had never had back-to-back orgasms before, she’d never imagined it was possible, but that wasn’t the end of it, Ben managed to keep her orgasm going and going. Gwen was red from head to toe, as she shattered the air with shrill shrieks of ecstasy, until she was begging him to stop; “Oh god Ben stop please stop it’s too much!!!

Once again on the verge of cumming, and without hesitation, Ben stopped, and pulled out of her twat.

Gwen collapsed shaking, shivering and panting against Ben’s chest as the last waves of orgasm rolled through her.

Holding his cousin Ben felt powerful, and proud of his performance, and he knew that this feeling was what it felt like to be a man; and as a man he had made the women he was with very happy. Ben held Gwen, caressing the soft skin of her back thighs and ass loving the feel of her naked form pressed against his.

 Gwen raised her head off of Ben’s chest and kissed him passionately pressing her tongue as deep into his mouth as she could. Pulling away she said, “WOW! That was totally worth it, you can fuck me any time and any way you want!” she said the whole sentence as a long drawn out moan.

 “Really?” he asked. “Um-hum.” he hummed as she kissed his neck again. “Anyway I want?”

 Gwen leaned back to look at him; She nodded wondering where he was going with this. “Then . . . would you . . . ah, would you bend over for me like you were in the Rust-bucket? Like when you were under the bed.”

 Gwen’s face burned with a resurgence of the embarrassment she felt back then. Despite herself she couldn’t help feeling that sense of over exposure. She knew it was silly but it still stung having been caught literally with her pants down.

 Gwen didn’t say anything but pushed Ben away and slipped off the log . . . “GWEN!!! We're covered in blood!” Ben yelled starting to panic (it was a lot of blood). Gwen could see the blood coating Ben from the waist down, as well as her inner-thighs and twat. She was slightly irritated but not wanting to let Ben know, she forced a week smile saying. “Relax Ben. You took my virginity, meaning you broke my hymen, so of course I’m bleeding.” Ben simply blinked at her unknowingly. “You really don’t know much about girls do you?” she asked. Ben looked slightly affronted. “Well until now they really weren’t my favorite subject. What was I thinking?” he said with a smile.

 Gwen couldn’t help but laugh. “There are some Kleenex in my pack.”

 Ben Got the Kleenex from her pack and cleaned himself up. Turning back to Gwen his dick bounced and throbbed painfully. It was sore from over use and the many up’s and down’s of the day, but, seeing Gwen settle onto the blanket in front of the log on all fours was enough to make his heart pound in his chest once more, and a sore dick really didn’t seem at all important. He walked up behind her and she lowered her head onto her hands. Ben dropped to his knees; using some of the Kleenex he wiped away the blood of her virginity; he wiped her thighs first and cleaned her twat then tossed the Kleenex away.

 Gwen felt more vulnerable now than ever before in her life, more than that being in this position made her feel more like a toy that Ben was playing with than a person sharing the passion the had before. She didn’t think she liked this position.

 Ben ran is hands over her ass savoring the soft supple flesh, he spread her cheeks watching as her anus pucker. He leaned forward and kissed one cheek then the other, spreading them wide he kissed and liked her asshole

Gwen moaned as the strange and unexpected sensation made her shiver. “Ben what are you doing?” she whispered. He licked her ass again then slid his tongue down plunging it as deep into her twat as it would go, tasting the sweet pungent tang of her last orgasm mixed with the iron bite of her virgin blood. In and out, in and out he fucked her with his tongue slurping and swallowing the waterfall of juice.

She moaned feeling Ben’s tongue wriggle and writhe inside her. “Oh . . . Ben . . .” she cooed.

 Ben pulled his tongue out and sliding it down to her clit, latching on, he sucked and licked furiously as she had prescribed earlier and finally biting it between his lips making her ass jerk and gyrate as she came.

 “Oh GOD!” Gwen screamed as she came. She could feel Ben’s teeth hidden behind his lips as he bit down lightly crushing her clit, never having had so much pressure on her clit before. She thought. “I may be wrong about this position.”

 Ben straightened up and walked forward on his knees, getting himself into position, holding her ass on both sides he pressed his dick against her and rubbed it vertically up and down her slit greasing it in the fresh flow of girl-cum as Gwen continued to pant and moan.

 Seeing his dick pressed against her tiny twat for the first time he got real sense of its size and wondered with awe at how it could have fit inside her. Spreading her twat with his thumbs he saw the velvety passage for the first time in his life, he again marveled at how small it really was, being no wider than a pencil. Placing the tip of his dick against the tiny aperture, eclipsing it from view, he slowly pushed forward and repositioning his hand he grabbed her hips and pulled with equal force. The pressure necessary to force his dick into her was unbelievable. Harder and harder he pulled and pushed, slowly spreading her hot slippery flesh over his dick.

 “Ow, ow, ow,” Gwen whimpered, her twat bulging open as Ben’s dick began to make progress. He did not relent though but pushed still harder watching as her searing hot flesh enveloped the head of his dick making it pulse, and his eyes water. “O shit that feels good!” he said pushing deeper and deeper.

 “Uah, it’s so big!” she cried “Ahhh!!!!!!” she suddenly inhaled as his dick surpassed all previous depths and touched something deep inside.

Ben had pushed all but half an inch of his dick into Gwen’s twat when it bumped something that made her gasp and the tip of his dick buzz. “What is that?” he panted forcing the last half-inch into her twat, and making her cry out, “It’s all the way in! There’s no more room! Uah Oh god I’m so full!!!”

Grinning, Ben pulled his dick all the way out and quickly stuffed it all the way back to the hilt.

“Oh god! Oh god!” she cried as Ben’s dick bumped her insides again. "Gwen what is that?” he asked pressing his dick hard against it. “Cer—Cervix,” she panted “opening—to-my womb-my uterus!” Ben knew what a womb was and the knowledge gave him a strange thrill. He now fucked her with an intense enthusiasm; he was determined to fill her with as much of his cum as possible.

“Uh, Uh, Uh, B-e-e-e-n!” She moaned as he pounded her again and again. Desperate for more room where there was none, Gwen pushed herself back up on all fours. With each thrust Ben yanked her back jarring her from twat to teeth with each impact and punching her cervix in a way that made her whole stomach feel strange and warm.

This new position yielded intense new sensations for Gwen as well. Before (like when she had Been sitting on the log) Ben’s dick was putting more pressure on the back wall of her twat as it pushed its way into her depths, but now the pressure was more evenly divided, making this new sensation burn in the front wall of her twat.

Gwen put her hands on the log in front of her raising herself still higher in her vain bid to find more space inside her twat. Suddenly the tip of Ben’s dick hit something, before it shot up and crashed into her cervix once more; it had hit something special, something imbedded in the front wall of her twat, something that burned with an erotic fire. Again Ben’s dick retreated only to surge forward a fraction of a second later to strike across the burning ember making it flair brightly in her mind. The burning sensation flashed around the circumference of her twat, seared its way up its length fowling Ben’s dick where it nestle itself, smoldering in her womb, even as Ben’s dick struck home and retreated again. “Is this it?” she thought. “Is this the (G) spot she told me about?”

With each thrust of his dick the fire blazed hotter and hotter utile at the height of its inferno it began to change into the icy buzz of high voltage power lines. “OH SH-I-I-I-I-T!!! Gwen screamed as Ben fucked her faster and harder making the new electrical buzz sizzle up into her womb leaving a residual buzz that was growing with each thrust of his dick. “OH GOD SOMETHING’S HAPPENING!!!” she yelled “UUUUUUUUUUU OHGODOHGODOHGOD!!!" An orgasm bigger and more powerful than any that had come before was building deep inside her. It was almost terrifying but she was driven to experience it. She started thrusting herself back as Ben thrust forward. Over and over she impaled herself on his substantial manhood

Ben could feel his climax growing closer and closer his dick was beginning to swell, his balls tightening up, “Oh fuck yah!” he said. Then, his body seemed to take over from is brain, fucking Gwen faster than he could have consciously commanded.

Suddenly Gwen screamed as her twat seized his dick with a force greater than ever before.

Gwen’s experienced her orgasm with all five senses as it exploded through her consciousness, she felt her womb itself convulse, her vision was a total white out though her eyes were closed, a high-pitched tone filled her ears, as a pungent sweet scent filled her nostrils and the flavor of it coated her tongue, her whole body sizzled with white-hot ecstasy.

Ben figured he had to be causing her a great deal of pain as he continued to fuck her through her orgasm but he couldn’t have stopped if he had wanted to. Even as he watched great gobs of creamy white girl cum gush from around his swelling dick: he fucked her without mercy, driving his dick through her clinching muscles. His hips thrust forward once more; screaming with pleasure he pinned the head of his dick to her cervix, as a long stream of cum erupted, filling her with his seed. Gwen felt Ben cum, she filled it impact her cervix but it seemed as though it didn’t stop there but travel through her whole body to splatter across the inside of her skull. This sensation was beyond description, far exceeding the meaning of words like pleasure, contentment, or even bliss. It was the ultimate achievement and she knew nothing could ever feel better than this. Ben came as if he hadn’t cum in a month filling her with load after load. Ten times, his hot cum sprayed her womb utile it ran dry and his dick throbbed with dry-heaves.

Gwen’s orgasm lasted a great deal longer, how long she was never able to determine but when she finally came to her senses and her eyes started working again she found herself held securely in Ben’s arms as they lie on the blanket, she kissed him tenderly and she said “that was . . . It was . . .” “I know, it was!” he said smiling. “I just have just one question.” she looked him. “What?” “Where did you learn all this? Because I know they don’t teach this in school.” Gwen smiled at him. “When I was nine my mom caught me masturbating with my teddy bear. I thought she was going to be mad but she wasn’t and she told me all about sex and answered all my questions.” “Wow your mom is so cool.” “I know.” she said.

Together they ate the lunch Gwen had packed, then used the few dry spots left on the blanket and all of her Kleenex to wipe the cum and blood off each other. They got dressed and started walking back to camp holding hands as they went.

“Hay Ben” “Yah Gwen?” “This is the best summer vacation ever!”

“Yah, best summer vacation ever!” and he smiled again.

“I wonder if there’s a way to use magic for birth control” Thought Gwen.
The End.