My cousin, Innocent "Inz" Poole, was the sexiest woman in all Milwaukee; fat jugs, saddle bags on her wide swaying hips and thick rocking thighs, an ASS, and the face of an Axumite queen with glistening natural Afro hair. She also had a cock like a couple of Coke cans, and balls like a couple of black Spanish radishes.

I was always just your basic White normie homie, you know, and a virgin burning to finally get laid. It's just that no matter how I tried, I never could get a girl to let me get that far. I mean, I had girlfriends, but they just wouldn't put out for me beyond some kissing and handsy stuff.

So I jacked off daily. And one thing I jacked off to more than anything was social media photos of Inz. Yeah, she's my cousin. Yeah, my mom's sister was a snow-bunny and got pregnant by Black men. I say Black men plural because she couldn't say which dude it was. And I say Black because that's all she knew, given Black is all she ever fucked. And well, I guess because Innocent came out the birth canal Black, too, duh. She named Inz Innocent because she felt so guilty she couldn't name a daddy for her.

But I couldn't stop. I had dreams about me and Inz fucking. Which was wild because, besides being my cousin, she was also my best friend. We did everything together, biking the trails, parties, movies, bars, an unforgettable samurai, ninjas, kaiju, hentai, eroge, and anime-worshipping trip to Tokyo, and a lot more. One day recently, we took a tent and some beer to McKinley Beach, just downtown. Innocent put on her bikini, which I drooled over and expected. But previously, at water parks and beaches, she wore a kind of long swim-skirt to hide her package. This time she came out of the tent, into the sun and breeze, and onto the sand wearing... a tight pink little bikini bottom!

It was madness! It was beautiful. She had all that cock and balls stuffed into those bikini bottoms, almost falling out with each little step she took. Aw my fucking gaaaawd!

I got hard in my swim trunks. And there we were standing on a crowded beach glaringly bricked up.

Yes, we got stares, everybody stared and stared again. But nobody said a damned thing, either.

We headed for the waves, and once the water was waist high and nobody could see our appendages, we got to playing badminton (the shuttlecock is on a very long thread around my wrist so we can retrieve it in the water when someone misses a swing).

Inz bounced in the tide, jumping and swatting at the shuttlecock, and her top kept slipping and sliding around, letting half a nipple pop out here, she'd adjust, and half a nipple would pop out there. Her body was all wet and shining in the sun. I sustained my erection even against the cold, shrinkage-inducing Lake Michigan water. After we'd gotten a nice workout and plenty of laughs, we headed back to our tent and popped a bottle of beer to share.

That's when Innocent did something I had only believed could happen in my fapping dreams of her. She zipped the tent shut with us inside, and untied the bow in her bikini top. "I have to get this off; the strings have been cutting into my skin." And she sat in there with her hands over her tits, as we passed the bottle back and forth, listening to her synthwave playlist.

I couldn't look her in the eyes, and she saw that. "Hey. Come on, you're staring."

"Uh? I'm sorry." I tried looking away but failed. I just couldn't control my eyes with her there like that. "I have an extra t-shirt in my bag, there next to you. You can put it on if you want." I told her.

"Oh? Thanks," she shrugged.

That's when she turned over onto her knees and reached into my backpack to find the t-shirt.

Holy shit. With only the thinnest pink bikini string over it, her full ball sack was hanging there between her fat, dark thighs, and I almost passed out from not breathing.

"Are you OK? What are you staring at now?!" She furrowed her brow and knit up her nose.

I had to confess, "Um. You. I'm staring at you."

She got bashful and gushed, "Real shit? What's so interesting about me?"

My mouth hung open, "Everything, Inz."

"Yeah? I think you're interesting too. You're sweet to me."

At those words, coming from her full, gorgeous lips, I had it. I stood and shimmied out of my swim trunks.

She turned away and averted her eyes, raising her hand to block her view of me. "What in the hell?!" and she guffawed.

But I could read it in her eyes, peeking around her fingers; she liked seeing me nude, head to toe. I confessed, "I want you. I don't care if it's wrong or a sin or whatever. I have to... to... take you."

Her expression changed, her obtuse little smile softened, she slowly dropped her hand, her gaze lowered and returned, looking me up and down, her tongue poked out, and in the quietest whisper, she said, "Then do it. Take me."

I went down on my knees and yanked her bikini bottoms off, snapping the strings. I ran my hands all over her wide, plump, smooth black ass cheeks. Then, I saw her immense cock and dark leather bean bag. I reached under and touched tentatively. Oh, how warm and hard. Sooo full in my grip, like groping a limb.

She moaned to feel me pulling and stroking her cock. "I can't believe we're doing this. I can't believe you're touching me like this."

We saw the sun-silhouettes and heard the voices of some beach goers walking by our tent, which reminded us to keep it down, but they passed. "Innocent, I'm in love with you," and I massaged her back, only to run my hands under her armpits and down to her breasts. My dick was ready to explode at the feel of her breasts. I squeezed them, but there was too much heavy tittage. I couldn't process it, the magnitude of her body.

"I can't wait any longer," she begged, and rolled over onto her back, her legs spread, her dick standing tall and throbbing, "Enter me."

I was positioned to fuck her in missionary, but I needed her to say the precise words. "Enter you?"

And frustrated with waiting, she said it loud enough that anybody passing outside the tent would hear her clearly, "Fuck me in my asshole! Do it!"

I didn't make her wait another second. I pressed my cock-head into her butt-hole, but it didn't enter. So I spit on it and tried again, and there it went. My helmet disappeared into her anus, and she clenched on it. "Inz, Inz, you're everything."

She opened her arms for me to fall into her breasts, and I sucked on them alternately. I had her nipple down into the back of my throat. We French kissed as I slid slowly deeper into her shit chute, and her balls rocked against my pubic pad. "Can I give you a hand-job as I thrust?"

She nodded and clenched her teeth, not to be too noisy. "Uh-huh.. uh-huh.."

I needed both hands stacked to cover the length of her cock and jack it, and I've got big hands. I rubbed her glans with my thumb and pounded into her asshole harder. "Inz, I can't take it much longer, you're overwhelming me." And she really was. It was seeing he spread open like that, then her little feet kicking up and to rest over my shoulders, the feeling of my dick moving inside her anal cavity, hearing her deep breaths and her chest rising, seeing her familiar face in a euphoric way I'd never seen it, and the way her tits bounced in a way that seemed like slow motion due to their scale. Yeah, that was the final factor that put me over the edge, her tits moving the way they did with each rippling shock I sent into her down below. Only tits in the rare Empress size can look and move like that. Ermmmm damnnnnn.. and I ejaculated into her ass deep as I could go.

The sensation and sight of me, her "Caucasian cousin", as she'd once introduce me to her college friends, or her "little brother" as she'd called me in front of handsome guys when out at bars, the reality of me releasing inside her while stroking her tall cock put her over the edge too. She shot, and it landed on my abs. "I love you!" she declared, and she shot again, and it poured down onto my hands, and then more and more of that hot cream down onto her dark-brown thighs. I lowered onto her, and we made out in the tent for some unknown eternity.

And that's how my cousin Innocent and I fucked the first and only time. Well, while I know for sure it wasn't hers, it was my first time with anyone, period. That inauspicious spot in the sand, years later, is marked by nothing tangible, but remains a historical landmark in my mind, a sacred location. I stop to notice it whenever I'm there at that beach these days, because I must, and I remember that moment vividly. That's where I loved Innocent.