My cousin, Vicki, and I were both late starters in school since our birthdays are in December. So, as seniors in high school, we were the oldest in the class, having turned eighteen before anyone else. There were few children our age in our small community, so Vicki and I became close friends even though we were cousins.

We had a private place that was special to us, a clearing in the woods between her house and mine. I set up a large ten-person tent that I bought from the Boy Scouts, so we could meet even, if the weather was bad, and we stocked it with blankets, books, candles, and flashlights. Even though we were tempted over the years, we agreed never to touch each other or violate each other's privacy.

That all changed one day in late summer right after school. Her school bus dropped her off before my bus reached my house. As I got off the bus, Vicki was there on her bicycle to greet me.

"Meet me at the tent; hurry!" she said excitedly as she rode off on her bike.

I ran into the house, changed clothes, and rode my bike to our special place in the woods. Vicki was waiting for me, obviously excited about something.

"What's the matter? Are you okay?" I asked, concerned.

"You're not gonna believe this!" she said, wringing her hands.

"What's wrong - tell me!"

"Last night, the lightning and thunder woke me up, and I decided to use the bathroom. When I went past my Mom and Dad's bedroom, I heard my Mom moaning, loudly. I carefully opened their bedroom door and peeked in, and I nearly screamed."

"They were probably just having, sex, right?" I asked, now more curious than ever.

"Yeah, but my Mom was naked, and sitting on my Dad's face!" she said, wide-eyed.

"What?" That was all I could think of to say.

"Yeah, and she was hanging on to the bed frame and rocking back and forth on his face, and his thing was stiff as a rod, sticking up in the air."

"So, do you think he didn't mind what she was doing? I mean, she wasn't hurting him?"

"I don't know, but Mom sure liked it; she was whispering really loud, 'that's it. Suck on it, baby.'" I watched them for a long time, but I started getting wet and decided I had better go back to bed. I was so messed up, I had to masturbate to go to sleep."

"That's bizarre. So you never saw them doing that before?"

"No, so I told my friend, Marti, at school and she told me her boyfriend tried licking her down there one time when he visited her. She's pretty sure she had an orgasm, and she got so excited she let him screw her right there in her bedroom while her Mom was downstairs."

"Wow! I've never heard any of my friends talking about doing that," I admitted.

"So, here's the thing," Vicki said, "I have an idea." She went into the tent, brought out two blankets, and laid them on the ground in the clearing. "I want you to lie down and let me sit on your face and see if it feels good like Marti said."

"What do I do, just lie there?"

"I'm not sure; you can try licking me and I'll tell you when it feels good. Maybe I'll just move around a little like Mom was doing to see if that helps."

I was not comfortable with the intimacy she was suggesting, but I knew that no matter what we did, nobody would know about it. I lay down on the blankets on my back as she took off her skirt and panties. When she stepped over me, one foot on either side of my head, I was staring up at her dark patch of pubic hair and territory I had never seen before.

When she got down on her knees and slid them over my shoulders, my face slid right into her crotch. There was a new scent, strangely exciting, that I had never smelled before. When I pressed my lips to her labia, she was wet, very wet. She got excited right away.

"That's it; stick your tongue in there and let me see how that feels," she said. My tongue was consumed by her warm, wet flesh, and her thighs rubbed against my cheeks as she tried to slide herself onto my tongue. She tried jerking back and forth, eventually ignoring my tongue and rubbing herself on my nose and lips. She was getting wetter and more excited by the minute.

I didn't know what to do with my hands, but when she started rubbing on my face, I decided that I really needed to unzip my pants and free my erection, and I did. The warm summer air flowing lightly through the trees was like a feather brushing over my genitals, and my erection grew even more.

"Try licking me again," she said, seemingly out of desperation.

When I ran my tongue through her slit, it brushed across (what I learned later was) her clitoris. She gasped and bore down on me with her weight.

"Oh, YES! Right there! Lick it right there!" she panted.

It was like turning the switch on, somewhere; she grabbed a handful of my hair and squeezed her legs together so tightly that I thought I would smother. She moaned long and loud and slowly rocked back and forth across my mouth. She pulled her feet under her and slid back, sitting just behind my chin. My chin and neck were soaked. There was something about tasting her that made me so hard; I was tempted to masturbate while she was sitting on my face.

I lay still as we both caught our breath, thinking about what had just happened. I knew that one thing was certain - that I would do that again and again, as often as Vicki or any other girl let me. Satisfying her made me feel like a man.

"Wow, that was incredible," she said, sliding off me and sitting next to me on the blanket. "Are you okay?"

"Sort of," I said, sheepishly. "I never got so excited in my life and, well...you can see how much I liked it..." I said, pointing down at my erection waving above my groin.

"Oh, I've always wanted to touch it, Will; can I touch it?" she asked.

"Sure, but I'm pretty wound up so, be forewarned."

The gentle touch of her fingers as she wrapped them around my erection was electrifying. Either someone had told her what to do with an erection or she knew, instinctively. She twisted her fist and stroked up and down slowly, and, in less than two minutes, she saw, first-hand, what a guy stores in his testicles. She was surprised at how far it squirted in the air, but she didn't stop stroking until the flow had stopped

She grinned as she wiped her fingers off on the edge of the blanket. "That was fun, and I like that I can make you come like that," she said.

"Now that we've broken down that barrier, you can do it to me anytime you want, and I'd really like you to sit on my face again," I admitted.

"How about right now?" she asked, excitedly,

And I acquiesced. That day and every day after that for two weeks.

Before we left high school, Vicki had found a boyfriend, a jock with whom she really wanted to have sex. I also managed to find a girlfriend, but as much as I hinted, she was not interested in receiving oral sex. Vicki continued to use me as a fill-in whenever she needed an oral orgasm, and I never refused her.

Bu,t when high school was over, I enlisted in the service and she went off to college, and we didn't see each other again for about fifteen years.