Come on, she thought. Come on. You come, too. Shoot down my throat. Make me drink it like you promised. Come on, Cousin Walter. Come, come, come!
Her mental plea seemed to reach Walter's mind, and his mind sent the message to his body and he knew he couldn't hold back. In a moment he would violate
the sweet girl's lips with his seed ...
CHAPTER ONE
"You dumb cunt, do you think I'm in business for kicks? This is a business like any other. When you borrow, you pay back. The fact that you're my first cousin doesn't mean shit to me."
He was six feet one inch tall, and for the first time, his eyes didn't show Florrie the kindness she had always gotten from him. He wore glasses most of the time, and his brown hair was always slickly combed, straight back. His suits were always beige or some other light color, making him look heavier than he really was.
Walter Morola had been Florrie's last hope, two months before. She had been out of work for three months, and both the electric company and the phone company were going to turn off their services because she hadn't been able to pay her bills. She had gone to Walt, her first cousin on her mother's side, hoping he would loan her the money simply because she was family. She intended paying it back as soon as she got a job. But Walt was a loan shark, and when he loaned her the money, it wasn't as a cousin, but as a businessman, expecting seven dollars back for every five he'd loaned her at the end of the first week. And he'd loaned her five hundred dollars.
It took a month for Florrie to get a job, and by the time she had some money for him, she owed him thirteen hundred dollars. Because she was a cousin, Walt was doing her a favor and charging simple interest instead of compound interest.
Walt knew there was no way she could pay back the money. She was a widow with two kids and the reason he had loaned her the cash was those two kids. One was fourteen, blond, and with a real erotic shape. Her breasts were full melons, just like her mother's, trying to burst out of the tight blouse holding them back. And the blouse Marge wore was always cut low, so one could see the luscious cleft between her full tits looking like a tight, narrow chasm between two huge mountains.
Walter dreamed about those mountains. And he also dreamed about Eva, the brown-haired girl. But it was Eva's twelve-year-old ass he dreamed of. He had to fuck that ass, and when Florrie had come to him, telling him her troubles, Walter had finally found the opportunity he'd sought. At last, he'd be able to get those two luscious little cunts.
Florrie was not quite thirty years old. She had jet black hair and didn't look the least little bit like her two daughters, except for her tits. Hell! Even Eva, at twelve, had big tits. Both girls took after their mother in that respect. Florrie's tits were bigger than either of her two daughters, though both girls were already taller than their mother. Florrie was all of five feet one inch in height, and the knockers she sported put the Rockies to shame. When she walked, they wiggled so that anyone approaching her thought she might be ready to fall forward because of the weight. She was the one who wore low-cut blouses to begin with, and her daughters merely followed her example. Her white, ample bosoms looked like two large snowcaps as they swelled out from the yellow blouse containing them. She had purposely not worn a bra that day, so her shaking tits would hold her cousin's attention. She knew Walter had always been hot for her. What she hadn't known was how hot he was for her daughters.
It was Sunday, and Walter usually didn't do business on Sunday, so Florrie had gone to his opulent bachelor apartment in the hope of convincing him to slow down the interest. She had a hundred dollars for him, but that would have brought her debt down to twelve hundred. By next week it would be fourteen hundred, and she wouldn't have another hundred dollars ready for him for at least two months. By then, her debt would be staggering ... unless she could convince him to stop the interest from increasing. And all she had with which to do that was her body.
Florrie married at sixteen. Marge, her first child, was already a year old, and Marge's father had finally taken on a small, steady job. He had consented to marry her because there wasn't a better lay available in the neighborhood. And Florrie had remained married to him right up to when he had died of pneumonia. In the interim, he had given her one more daughter, Eva. After Eva, Florrie had her tubes tied, and her husband had been able to fuck her lovely body to his heart's content without her conceiving. And during all this time, Walter had envied Florrie's husband because he'd had an overpowering urge to fuck his cousin. That she had become pregnant by her now-deceased husband and had given him two daughters, had made Walter angry, thinking Florrie had purposely spurned his cock for that of the small timer she had eventually married. And when Florrie came to him, Walter saw the chance for which he had been waiting. He would be able to fuck his cousin for as long as it pleased him, but more important, he would be able to fuck each of those daughters. There was no question in his mind of Florrie's refusal.
But first things first. He knew why Florrie had come to see him on Sunday after church. She thought he would be softer and might be willing to go easier on her, once she showed him her willingness to at long-last fuck for him. And Walter was smart enough to pretend to go along with that idea ... for the moment.
"Please, Walter;" she pleaded, handing him the hundred dollars, "this is all the money I have at the moment. But if you continue charging interest at this rate, I'll never be able to pay you back."
He stared at the thrust of her full breasts against that yellow blouse, noting every pulling crease, seeing how solidly the tits had stood up over the years. He knew she was depending on those tits to make him go easier on her.
"We might be able to come to some kind of agreement," Walter nodded.
"Whatever you wish," Florrie told him, her head humbly tilted down, making Walter smirk. He knew it was an act.
Florrie knew her cousin well enough to think it would be foolish to throw herself at him. She had to appear reticent at first, and shrink at the suggestion he was about to make. Then he would attempt to rape her; and she would make him believe he had succeeded. It was this wild, violent streak in Walter that had kept her away from him to begin with. Now, she realized it was kismet. Her body was meant to be mauled and manhandled by her cousin.
Picking up a decanter on the bar in his large living room, Walter poured two glasses of wine and handed one to Florrie. The two of them drank, then they put their glasses down, and Walter began approaching her. Florrie automatically backed away, seeing the menace behind the lenses covering his eyes.
"Please ... " she whispered. "Walter, what's wrong? Why are you behaving this way?"
"Stop the crap, Florrie. You know why. You came here trying to con me into cutting down on the interest so you could eventually pay me off. And the only way you can do that is to offer me the one thing you know I've wanted ... your cunt."
"No," Florrie pretended. "No, of course not. I didn't mean that at all. I felt, perhaps I could keep your apartment clean, and do your shopping for you, and even your laundry."
"All that I can get done for less than fifty a week. But suppose I was willing," he asked, moving closer, pushing her back until her legs touched the sofa behind her. "Let's say it's worth fifty a week to me. That still leaves a hundred and fifty a week in increasing interest. How do you expect to pay that off?"
Florrie tried to back away from him, feeling a chill race through her as she stared at him. Walter was building up to using her body, all right, but he was doing it in such a frightening manner. She stumbled against the sofa and fell back, sprawling onto the heavy cushions.
Walter pounced, gripping her wrists, bringing them together in one hand. He pulled off his glasses and put them on the nearby coffee table, then smiled at Florrie, saying, "Yes, dear cousin. We can work it out."
"Let me go," Florrie pleaded. "Please, Walter, you're hurting me."
The ever-present fear she had felt since first coming to see him was building inside her. She would have willingly given him her body, but his single-minded intent of assaulting and possibly hurting her, was beginning to terrify Florrie. He had a strong, powerful body, and Walter's manner was one of arrogance. If her cousin did hurt her, how would she be able to go to work and support her children?
Still leering, Walter forced Florrie's arms up over her head, and back, stretching over her quietly shivering body.
"I waited so long for this," he gasped. "Now I'm going to enjoy every little bit of it."
He clamped his hungry lips over her ripe, alluring mouth, tasting the sweet fullness of her own lips. His tongue invaded her mouth, pressing against defiantly closed teeth, forcing them to slowly part. Little by little his oral digit probed into the heated cavity of her mouth, licking her own tongue, starting the prickles of lust working inside her. Flames of passion blistered through her writhing self.
But the pressure of his body against hers, bearing down on her stomach so suddenly, frightened her. She lay motionless, gasping for air, her arms up over her head, still tightly clenched in his forceful grip. Florrie realized how foolish she had been. There were dozens of other men who would have paid good money for her body. The reason for her having come to Walter in the first place was to avoid becoming a whore. She didn't even consider looking for marriage. She had two daughters, both entering into that difficult time of life between puberty and adulthood, and what man would want to bear the burden of caring for them? But now she was doing with Walter precisely what she had not wanted to do with other men.
Her brain began screaming all kinds of alarms, flooding the copious channels of her nervous system with adrenalin. She had to get away from this madman.
With a thrust of unpredictable strength, she shoved him off her and regained her feet. He lay between her and the front door. There was no way she'd be able to get to it.
Retreating around the sofa, she backed away, then saw the open door of his bedroom. If she could get in there, lock the door, maybe she could call the police to help her. It was ridiculous, but it was the only way out. In a modem building such as this, there was no outside fire escape.
Running into the bedroom, she attempted to slam and lock the door. Her numbed fingers frantically fumbled with the lock, trying to turn it as she pushed the door shut. But the lock seemed stuck. She couldn't turn it, even as she heard his heavy footsteps approaching the door. She gripped the doorknob, but he was far stronger than she, and slowly but surely the knob began turning. And then she felt the door being forced open as he pressed his shoulder against it.
"I'm ... uhhhhh ... through being ... uhhhh ... Mr. Nice Guy ... " he gasped, finally getting the door open enough for him to enter the room. And when he did, he immediately slammed the door shut behind him and instantly locked it. Turning, he gripped Florrie's shoulders and dragged her over to the bed. Fear, real, honest terror, began trembling through her body.
"Don't hurt me," she whimpered. "Please, God, don't hurt me."
"This time we're going to do things my way, sweet bitchy cousin." And he flung her onto the huge, king-sized bed. "You try getting up from there, I'll wallop the shit out of you."
Walter's voice was icy with rage, angry at her cockteasing. He had been certain she had come to be fucked, and he had intended granting that request. He still intended granting it. His steely eyes bored into Florrie, making her cower, her hand clutching her blouse. He began unbuttoning the blouse. He should have torn it off, but he would have to replace the blouse if he did that, and he wasn't in the mood to shell out any more dough for this broad. From now on, Florrie was the one doing all the giving.
Florrie wanted to stop Walter's hands, but she was too frightened to move. She could see the almost-psychotic anger built up in him.
He tugged the blouse off her shoulders, exposing the wonderful mountains of her swollen breasts. They stood up and out, thrust at him with their huge, tan aureole pointed right at him, and the flat buttons of her nipples staring at him like eyes. The early afternoon sunlight bounced off her boobs, making them shimmer and radiate with alluring sensuousness.
His hands quickly found the zipper to her skirt, and he tugged it down, sliding the skirt off so he could see the rest of her lush body. A flimsy strip of pink nylon panty covered her fulcrum, but he was busy admiring the rest of her.
A low growl of throaty lust welled up inside Walter. His cousin looked more fabulous than ever. He realized now, more than ever, just how much he still lusted for Florrie. He had never seen her this naked, before. She had always been so divinely chaste in front of him, while fucking behind his back with that prick she had eventually married. And that was only after she had given birth to the daughter he had planted inside her. Christ! Just staring at the full, soft-fleshed mounds of her large wobbling breasts stoked the fires of wantonness in Walter's aching body. The firm, shining, almost glossy roundness of her full, columnar thighs, looking like pillars of alabaster, had him shivering with want for her. Staring at the sensual flare of her silky, rising hips, he felt his mouth starting to water. And then his eyes went to the juncture of her tantalizing, panty-covered pelvis, and his mouth hung open as his breath burned in his lungs, aching to get out. He was out of his mind with stampeding lust. His flaming penis was a leaping, swelling spear between his tensed thighs, straining the Italian fabric of his pants. He swiftly took off his jacket and threw it on the chair off to the side. Then he kicked off his shoes while undoing his pants, and pulled them, along with his ten-dollar briefs, down, letting them lay where they fell. His rigid cock seemed to leap out, as if spring-loaded, waving free in the cool air of the bedroom. It stood out with proud, assertive solidity, telescoping from the brown, wiry hairs covering his pelvis. And the hard, twitching cock was sending messages to his brain, impatiently urging him to hurry and answer the loud, anxious calls of his licentious body. His cousin's body was even more erotically arousing than he'd imagined. Seeing her lying there, shivering in her near-nakedness filled him with a wild sense of overpowering lust. Not that he hadn't mastered all the women he'd fucked, but Florrie was something special. Florrie was a girl he had once loved. She had spurned his love, but she was here anyway. And though she was terrified, she knew he was going to fuck her, and he gloried in the knowledge of her knowing. She still looked as young and precious as always, and he savored the wicked thrill shooting through him, thinking how he would also be doing this with her daughters. Yes, perhaps it was a good thing he hadn't been able to fuck her, before. Now he not only had her, but two who came from her, both of whom could melt the balls in any man. The golden-haired Marge, who looked like neither her father or mother, was a statuesque beauty at the age of fourteen. Every time she walked down the street, shimmying those tits, he could hear her body begging to be penetrated. And Eva, the twelve-year-old, with an ass that seemed to wink each time she walked away from a man. Shit! To think, soon he would be fucking all three.
He felt drunk with power over this voluptuous woman, and he intended exercising that power to the fullest. Now he could feel his massive erection twitch as he stared at the creamy shape of his cousin's body, outlined against the blue panorama of his bedcovers. She was so delightfully voluptuous, so beautifully naked, and so wonderfully vulnerable.
Florrie gasped with terror as she felt Walter's hands slide between her thighs, moving slowly between the satin columns of her closed legs. She could feel his fingers relentlessly moving higher, forcing her thighs wider apart, climbing aggressively beneath the elastic band of her panties so they could titillate the softly curling wisps of black moss covering her quaking cunt.
She was quailing with undisguised horror, backing away from him as if his fingers had fangs and were about to bite. She rubbed her satin buttocks into the softness of the bed in hopeless retreat from the roughness of his moving hand. "You just stop moving around, cousin," he whispered, but when she continued shivering and backing away, he reached out and smacked her face. Tears flooded from her reddened eyes.
She lay back, numb, terrified, unable to fight him, tears streaking down her stained cheeks, trying to blank her mind out. But she was painfully aware of Walter's hands forcefully on the sensitive inner area of her upper thighs. But there was no way she could fight him off. Her fear of this man's brutality and the way he would hurt her if she disobeyed him, terrified her. To remain still was to be raped. To fight, was to be beaten, then raped. She was terrified of making Walter any angrier, now realizing how much of the beast he still had inside him. She had thought the years might mellow him, but her cousin had become even more brutal. She could sense his animal anger, and she knew it was directed at her. She stared, unseeing, at the swollen, mottled cock which he now rested on her right thigh. He was daring her to shut her legs as he slowly began moving it up toward her twitching cunt. God! How Florrie wished she could black out, wanting to lose any feeling before he began his wicked assault.
A trembling blast of terror shot through Florrie as Walter's hand pressed lightly against her nylon-encased pubis, trying to tickle its way through her pelvic fleece. Trembling spasms moved through her frightened body as she felt him bunch the nylon material in a fist, and then an overpowering blanket of uncontrollable terror flooded her body as her cousin, with a quick, single, powerful tug, tore the sheer veil of protective fabric from between her shivering thighs. His movement was swift and brutal, breaking down that final barrier of possible defense against his uncontrolled, eager hunger.
"Walter ... " her dry throat gasped, her voice suddenly cracking as she felt hysteria overtake her.
She began screaming uncontrollably, thrashing her arms around, not trying to hit, not caring if she did hit. And then she abruptly stopped, her breath catching achingly in her throat. Walter, ignoring her movements, had pushed his hard cock forward, and now she felt the first fearful sensations of his hard, rubbery, yielding glans as it lightly pressed against the quivering lips of her hair-fringed cunt. An icy shudder of additional terror ran through her. This simply could not be happening to her. It couldn't.
Her eyes opened wide, focusing on his body, and she was able to clearly see what was happening. The thick, throbbing hardness of his palpitating, swollen prick was poised at the soft entrance to her tender, helpless vaginal interior. It was so rigid, so burningly hard, it looked terrifyingly obscene.
The dresser mirror, across the room, threw back an erotic image of what was happening, letting her see how she looked to him. Naked, almost flat on her back, her thighs wide apart under this man's anxious, purple-headed, flexing cock, she could see him staring into the depths of her, as if seeing all the way inside her.
The blood in her arteries felt cold as she watched him guide the swollen, thick, red-shafted, desire-stiffened, bulky length of heavy cock toward the small, quaking center between her inner scalloped labia. And then, without a word, or any kind of hesitation, he lunged forward, first cocking his hips, then driving forward into the tight, dry depths of her unprepared vagina. The pressure was too much, stretching her while no moistness washed her interior, and then the lunging cock was moving into her with unbelievable speed, burying itself in her depths as far as it was able to go.
"Yaaaaaaaggggghhhh!" she screamed, as the pain washed over her.
Helpless to fight him, she screeched as her long, slender thighs kicked out futilely on either side of his body. For one trembling instant, Florrie was certain his knifing cock was going to cut her in half. Even if she had been wet and ready, her cunt had been totally unprepared for his length and breadth. Her dead husband had possessed a relatively small cock, and she had believed all men were built equally small. The massive truncheon Walter had forced into her had stretched her interior as never before. He held the thick baton locked inside her soft, enfolding membranes, thrilling to the fact that he was inside Cousin Florrie, at last, after all these years. He thrilled to the wild sensation of feeling his heavy, virile prick buried in the lovely woman's heated temple, feeling the way her cunt walls twitched, as if attempting to resist him. Little by little his hard cock began backsliding until only the swollen knob remained locked inside. His hands slid under the cheeks of her egg-shaped asscheeks, and he dug his fingers into the firm, resilient flesh, took a deep breath, and crammed his cock forward, gasping and groaning wickedly, forcing his long, swollen dork into the dark, teeming pinkness of Florrie's tender pussy, thrilling to the way it continued gripping him and preventing him from going any deeper.
"Stop!" she screamed. "Oh God ... God ... Walter, it hurts so much. God!"
She wailed and yelled, but he seemed not to hear her as she writhed piteously beneath him in a vain attempt to escape his skewer. But the lancing member remained firmly entrenched inside her.
Florrie, looking in the tilted dresser mirror, felt the full shock of the humiliating, licentious position in which he now had her. Her delicate, intimate depths were filled beyond belief by the massive thickness of her wicked cousin's swollen cock. To think he might have shoved this monstrosity into her fifteen years earlier, had she given in to him, instead of her now-deceased husband. God! To have to take this huge log inside her for fifteen years ... The bizarre thought of her cunt having to be filled with his massive truncheon all this time seemed to inflame her already tortured brain, and she realized she was totally helpless, completely pinned by this evil man.
Rape was a humiliating experience. Why couldn't he have been a little less overpowering. She would have given into him with only token resistance had he been a bit more understanding. This attack of his was something she felt she would never be able to live down. It was an obscene assault on her flesh, robbing her of any respect she might have had for him, but worse, removing her own self-respect, as well. After all, she had come here with the idea of seducing him. The end result seemed to be the same, even if she wasn't as willing as she thought she might have been. To think she had leaped from the so-called frying pan into the fire by coming to this man for help. Yes, she had stumbled into this horrible den of sexual iniquity all by herself, with no help from anyone else. And now, as she felt his thick cock pump in and out of her, she felt more depressed and alone than ever. More and more self-loathing seemed to push its way into her body each time his marble-solid cock pumped into her. She could feel the way it flexed inside her, pressing against her dry, resisting interior, ravishing her pussy all the more. There was no way to stop him, nor was there any way to assuage him. All she could do was look in the mirror, and watch the coarse attack on her body continue.
Walter felt tingling thrills surge through him as never before. He wanted to humiliate and hurt Florrie for having made him wait this long, and yet the hate he felt was because he was so obsessed with possessing her. Now it had finally come to pass, and he was determined to enjoy it to the fullest. And the thought of using her daughters added impetus to his driving force each time he ploughed his thrusting cock into her. He enjoyed the slow, tingling withdrawals of his phallus from her inner tunnel, feeling the wicked resistance because the interior was bone-dry.
Florrie cried out again and again. Each time, she hoped he would pull all the way out and let her dress and leave, but each time her hope was a futile one. She stared up into his red-rimmed eyes, seeing the lust blazing in them, and then braced herself as he slammed the full length of his pulsing penis all the way into her. It ran all the way up into her body, filling every tender crevice, butting its blunt nose against her narrow cervix. Each forward stroke was a brutal one, filling her vaginal tract with a single lunge as his dangling balls slapped against the tender, smooth buttocks trying to close around her anal pucker.
Now he began stroking back and forth, tugging his swollen dork out with an evil abruptness, only to crash it all the way back into Florrie, maintaining a powerful, unbroken, powering rhythm. In and out he drove his thrusting pylon, rubbing her raw membranes until she thought they would tear and bleed, ramming his cock into her helplessly struggling cunt, enjoying the fact that she was unable to resist. With increasing thrills he pounded into her, whipping her tender, bruised vaginal lips with the harsh impact of his slamming groin, finally causing her inner glands to emit the first few drops of vaginal lubrication. Little by little, more drops came out, smearing themselves along the battered channel of her pain-filled vagina.
"Ohhhh ... Jesus ... " he gasped, his bulging eyes looking down, following the progress of the long, red length of his shining cock, first starting to shine with the moisture finally prompted from inside her cunt. He stared at the way it pistoned in and out of the pear-shaped vaginal mouth, gaping at the ragged pink flanges of her soft, labial folds, tugging out each time he pulled back, folding in each time he thrust forward. He continued pounding into her helpless body, thrilling to the way his hard cock filled and re-filled her seething interior.
His driving masculinity seemed to plunder every sensitive inner nerve of her anguished vagina. The lust-bloated prong appeared to expand and become even broader as he continued knifing his prong into her again and again, stretching the clutching membranes of her vaginal scabbard, massaging her inner genital tract into a massive conglomeration of throbbing nerve-endings.
His hands pressed against her shoulders, keeping her pinned to the bed as he continued to mercilessly plough into the trench between her widespread thighs, slamming in with deep, crushing strokes, shoving his thick, lengthy, pulsating cock right in to the balls on every in-stroke, then backing out until only the purple, bulbous head remained locked between her inner lips. What had been a dry channel was now a flowing canal as her own ointment continued to pour into her, causing loud. sucking sounds to be heard each time his cock moved back and forth.
She gasped again and again, feeling totally helpless, her head whipping from side to side, her full, lissome body aching all over from the wicked thrusts being driven between her thighs. Her mind was dazed and reeling, and her eyes seemed to stare vacantly ahead. God! God! God! If only the terrible ordeal could finally come to an end.
Her body felt humiliated and shamed beyond belief. This was a horrible stigma she would carry with her the rest of her life. Even if no one else knew about it, she would feel the scars inside her. Thank God her children didn't know what she was enduring. It would have been terrible to have them find out.
But even as Florrie lay there, her mind reeling with all that had happened to her, she realized the pain was mental, not physical at this point. Deep inside herself, she felt the slow, insidious growth of lust, causing her inner nerves to ache and tingle at the same time. She was starting to really enjoy it.
The realization felt like something terrible, not because she abhorred the idea of enjoying sex, but because she felt she was sinfully enjoying what her wicked cousin was doing to her. Another one of the reasons she had avoided Walter in her youth was the fact that he was a first cousin. Even though she had been attracted to him while very young, the thought of doing anything with a first cousin seemed incestuous to her. And now, here she was, fucking with him, and worse, starting to like it.
The flickering flame of wanton desire was beginning to build higher and higher, and her grimly resisting mind began to slowly melt and yield to all that was happening. The fire inside her would not go out, but rather began increasing in size, slowly building into a burning pyre. It spread slowly at first, a combustion of smoldering desire in her own flaming pussy.
My God! she thought. I like it. God help me, but I like it. I like it very much.
A mindless growing of internal desire now seemed to obscure any pain she might have felt, moments earlier. The blast of spiraling flame within her was threatening to totally engulf her.
"Unnnnngggghhhh!" This time Walter groaned, feeling the way her body was lasciviously responding to what he was doing.
A vibrant thrill of wanton pleasure was shooting through his cock because of the anxious way her wet pussy walls now clung to it, sucking the heavy, inflated length of it deeper and deeper into her body. His loud, coarse, shuddering groan of desire seemed to trigger instant responses in Florrie's own body. The sound of his voice pealing into her ears was thrillingly obscene and arousing, flooding her confused self with new, anguished pleasures. And these were not merely new for the moment. Even with her husband, at the height of her sexual pleasure with him, she had never felt such thrilling delight.
No, she thought to herself, no, I mustn't give in. He's evil and wicked, and he hurt me. I mustn't surrender to the thrills I feel shooting through me now.
For what seemed like an endless eternity she balanced on the edge of indecision, tottering between reluctant tolerance of what he was doing, and total, irrevocable desire for more. And then the dam of sensation inside her could no longer be contained. She surrendered to an outpouring of heavy lust, feeling it well up from her blistering cuntal interior and shatter through her. She felt herself falling, falling, falling, tumbling into the mad vortex of total surrender.
"Uuuuuuuuhhhh ... ahhhhhhhh ... yesssssssss ... yesssssssss ... " she sighed to him, her voice full and heavy with distorted arousal. Passion ignited her and she clutched his driving body tightly to her own. Her torso was slowly undulating beneath his as she slammed her anxious pelvis upward to meet his down thrusting cock, thrilling to the full force of his pile-driving wedge as it continued moving through her. Her full, quivering asscheeks bounced wildly against the mattress and her mind blotted out all shame, forgetting all the self-deprecating thoughts she had been thinking. She was gasping, and her tongue came out more than once to wet her lips as she emitted anxious sighs of total enjoyment. Her brilliantly shining brown eyes filled with a rich, smoldering haze, as the sexual Tartarus inside her began unleashing itself in earnest. Her entire body seethed with the blistering fire of total eroticism and her mind thrilled to the point of insanity. She writhed and rocked, wetly slapping her steel-sprung body against Walter's stolid, pile-driving cock. Her full, heaving breasts smacked wantonly against the hairy hardness of his masculine chest, and her black hair flew back like an ebony banner. She sighed, gasped and moaned like a wild woman in the throes of epilepsy, her lovely, cushioned lips slightly parted in erotic licentiousness.
"Uhhh ... Walter ... Walter ... yes ... yesssss ... more ... uhhhh ... more ... don't stop ... " she sighed as her arms wrapped themselves around his neck in a tender caress, her fingers pressing into his spine. Her hands began sliding up and down his backbone, pressing on his pumping ass, forcing him to drive even harder and faster into the wide open plane of her seething pussy, feeling the hunger inside her gobble him up.
She hadn't been fucked since her husband had died, and her body was aching for the feeling of cock. Her grief-stricken mind had hidden her body's needs from her, but now that it was out in the open, nothing her mind could do was able to hide this. Knowing it was Walter, in spite of the poor way he had treated her, made Florrie enjoy it all the more. Because her mind had forbidden her to enjoy him when she was younger, she was secretly thrilled to have him inside her now.
Walter, feeling the eager way she was accepting him, reveled in the delicious sensations of her thrilling body. This was Florrie, his cousin, whom he had coveted ever since he'd been old enough to understand just what it was a man did with a woman. At last she was his, but equally important, she was enjoying him, thrilling to the sensational delight of his proud, thick cock moving through her tight twat; the twat it had longed for all this time.
God, he thought to himself. She's crazy for it. I've really got her going. Christ! What a cunt. What a fabulous cunt. And this is only the beginning.
He continued fucking frantically between her widespread thighs. Christ! He'd known she was a hot bitch, but he'd had no idea she would come on this strongly. She was screwing above and beyond his wildest dreams. She had fought against it at first, but he half-suspected it was an act on her part. Why the hell else had she come there? Who did she think she was kidding with that cock-and-bull story about wanting to wash and clean and shop for him? All that haughty and proud pretending. Shit! When it came down to the fucking, she was hotter than any other cunt around, wanting cock more desperately than all the others.
Walter's mind continued to dwell lasciviously on the kind of bitch he believed Florrie to be as he continued thrusting his pounding dork into her creaming depths, listening to the lewd smacking sounds as they met, belly-to-belly. He could sense the way she was stretching her thighs all the more widely apart, hungrily attempting to suck in his entire crotch, balls and all. Her vagina nursed on his sinking cock with stronger and stronger pulling power. She was a gasping, sighing, thoughtless mass of total physical enjoyment. Her entire sweating torso was alive with exciting tingles and maddening, delicious rapture. She thought she would go insane with the pleasure she was feeling, and had to admit to herself, size, as far as cocks went, did matter. Walter was doing things to her she'd never been able to feel from her own husband, and her husband had been good. Her brain felt as if it would explode because her body felt as if it were being fucked to death. She no longer cared how or why. She knew she loved this violent, insensitive rape. Forgotten was the fact that her cousin had abused her. Forgotten was his having almost torn her pussy to shreds in order to bring her to this state. Everything in the world was now forgotten, caught up in the mad, lusting, overpowering, whirling thrills convulsing through Florrie's body, brought on by her cousin's anxiety to fuck her.
Their nakedly sweating torsos pounded and rocked against one another, and the air was filled with the rich, aromatic scents of pure lust. The wild cries of sensual arousal echoed through the air again and again as their bodies flashed in wild, insane abandon. They madly flailed one against the other in the age-old dance of fornication. Their minds were demented, and their bodies felt shapeless as their forms twined and twisted against one another. Walter's wet, thrusting torso crashed between the widespread, erotically kicking legs of the short, brunette widow.
"Florrie, Florrie, oh God ... I've waited so long ... so long," he panted, holding her body tightly to him, speeding up the tempo of their fucking, feeling the approach of their rapidly rising climaxes.
"Come on, Walter," she gasped. "Don't stop now. Fuck it into me," she begged anxiously, knowing a towering climax was waiting only moments away.
It hit her sooner than even she expected. Her voice caught in a series of moaning whimpers. Her thighs suddenly clutched him tightly to her, and her calves crossed over his back. The strong, powerful eruption felt as if it would blast her apart.
"Walter ... ohhhhh ... " she screamed, "I can feel it ... I'm coming ... Uhhhh ... EEEEEEYYYYY AAAAGGGGHHHH ... AAAARRRGGGGGHHHHHHH!"
Her voice wailed loudly and shrilly, her pelvis jerking madly out of control as the massive cataclysm of her torso-smashing climax hit her with the full force of a hydrogen bomb, totally shattering her flesh into trillions of atomic particles of enduring thrills. Blast after blast of lightning seemed to strike her body as she spasmed again and again.
Florrie continued wailing and screeching as a second climax walloped her. Her head flailed wildly from side to side, her body quivered and trembled, alive as it hadn't been for so many months as insane sensations blistered through her. She jerked and flailed like a marionette as gallons of pure, uncut pleasure flooded her. At that moment she felt like a mindless quantity of raw sensuality, and any fear lurking inside her was suddenly washed away. Christ! She had never known an orgasm could be so complete. It was an experience beyond anything she had ever known before, total, and completely nerve-shattering. It was a kind of miracle, and Walter was the magician.
In the dimness of her climax-fogged mind, the thrilled widow suddenly became aware of a tight stiffening in the body of the man who was still wildly fucking into her. He was shuddering from head to toe, his pubes thrusting madly into her fulcrum as his ass slammed back against her heels. He was fucking into her with such force her loins were literally lifted off the bed from the force of his powerful thrusting.
He was blasting his white, spunky load into her body, shooting the white, ropey fluid deep and hard into the hungering mouth of her cervix, feeling the waiting sheath of her cunt continue to caress the pounding dork. Blasts of the thick, thrilling liquid shot way up into her womb, and it brought on a third orgasm inside her as she screamed, "EEEEYYYY AAAHHHH!"
He continued fucking into her without letting up, filling her helplessly flooded vagina with more and more of his heated spunk until she felt as if the fluid was going to drown her vital organs.
Walter's orgasm seemed to go on forever. He continued flushing her cunt with his seminal fluid. The hot, burning substance trickled delightfully through her tender interior until, when there was no longer anything left in him, it stopped, and his long, thick, mighty cock began to finally bow its head and shrink. Eventually it was too small to remain locked in her quim-confines, and it slipped out of her.
He lay on the bed beside her, gasping for breath, pulling air into his lungs.
"Please, Walter," Florrie begged, herself drained of strength. "Have a heart. You know I can't meet those interest payments."
"Maybe we can work something out," Walter panted.
"Anything," Florrie agreed, envisioning him wanting to take it out on her body.
"To begin with, what happened today knocks twenty bucks off the interest for this week. And any day I get it into my head to fuck you will knock an additional twenty bucks off for that week."
"But that's only ten percent of the interest."
"Yeah, well I'm gonna take you up on that other offer, of having you do my laundry, my cooking, my housecleaning. For that, I'll pay sixty bucks a week."
"But that still leaves a hundred and twenty dollars a week in interest," Florrie objected.
"Yeah, well I tell you what. I got me a three-bedroom apartment here. You and the girls move out of that rat trap and move in here. Instead of paying rent there, you pay it here. Whatever you save in rent, phone and electric you can pay to me."
"That averages out to seventy-five dollars a week," Florrie pointed out. "Assuming we fuck two days a week, that still leaves fifty-five dollars in interest alone, every week. We haven't begun to pay back the back interest, and the principal."
"Yeah, well I have a way," Walter told her. "And it's the only way, so you'd better make up your mind to it, right now."
CHAPTER TWO
A stunned Florrie returned to the drab little three room apartment she shared with her two daughters.
My girls, she thought, not being able to believe what Walter had said to her. He wants to do with my girls what he did with me today.
And though Florrie had begged and pleaded with her cousin, Walter had been adamant. Florrie and her two daughters were to live with him in every sense of the word. He outlined his intentions, telling Florrie he intended fucking the girls separately and together. He intended screwing one or both of them with their mother present some of the time. And he intended fucking Florrie with the girls occasionally looking on. He would use them any and every way he possibly could, though he admitted they would be his exclusive sex partners ... If Florrie and the girls were willing to live with him under these conditions, doing his laundry, housecleaning, and cooking, he would let Florrie pay him seventy-five dollars a week for rent, and twelve-fifty a week to reduce the remaining twelve hundred she owed him. In two years she'd have paid him off, and she and the girls would be free to leave and go wherever they pleased. But for those two years, Florrie, Marge and Eva were to be his exclusive property.
Florrie had begged him on her knees not to do such a thing, but the more she begged, the more strong-willed Walter became.
"What's the big fucking deal, anyway?" he asked. "Sooner or later those girls are going to get dicked by someone. Might as well be me. Besides, I'll guarantee they don't become pregnant," he had said, as if doing her a favor.
In the end, Florrie had given in. She'd had no choice. Had she refused, she not only would have fallen behind in her payments, but her cousin would have sent some strong-arm men around to hurt her. And while she was in the hospital, recovering, there would have been no one to take care of the girls. They would have been sent to foster homes, or worse, a county home. The worst part of it all was, once she got out of the hospital, she would be expected to make up all the money she would still owe her cousin, plus additional interest.
To Marge and Eva, life seemed one happy joke. Even though they were poor and lived in a roach-infested apartment, nothing could destroy their happy attitudes toward life.
Marge, the older of the two, fourteen, was five feet four inches tall, and had natural blonde hair. Just how the genes in Florrie, who had black hair, and her dead husband, who had brown hair, had combined to form Marge, was still a mystery. She was the slenderest member of the family, though she had large, cantaloupe-sized breasts she loved to wiggle as she had seen her mother wiggle hers. Marge didn't believe in bras, and her nipples pushed against her blouse as if they were buttons sewn in on the wrong side, accenting the fullness of her mammaries.
Eva, the younger girl, would also have immense breasts. What she had at the moment was more than most girls five years older than she possessed. She had short, frizzy brown hair like her dead father. Her nose was thin compared to the broad, medium noses of her mother and sister. She had full lips, just like her mother, but her most outstanding feature was her ass. It wasn't large, but it was round and compact, and seemed to wiggle when she walked, drawing male eyes to it like nails to a magnet.
Both girls, having befriended many other girls in school, knew all about sex ... or at least as much as a girl could know without having had experience. Both were curious to experience it, but not curious enough to become involved with some zit-faced boy in school.
That night, after supper, Florrie sat down with her two daughters and explained everything to them. She told them they could refuse, and she wouldn't blame them. But both girls had a secret wish to discover the good feeling of fucking, and though they outwardly assured their mother they were willing to do it for her sake, they factually wanted to become involved to learn what it was all about. Granted, neither of them knew much about Cousin Walter. But both were. smart enough to realize he would have made a play for them, sooner or later, even if her mother hadn't borrowed money from him. What the girls didn't like was the idea of their mother being forced into this kind of bondage, and being forced to drag them in as well. Therefore, both girls decided it was up to them to help their mother out of this mess. If worse came to worse, they would live with Walter the entire two years. But the girls figured, sooner or later they'd discover a weakness in Walter, and they'd exploit it to the fullest, just as Walter had taken advantage of their mother.
Later that evening, when Florrie went out to visit a neighbor, Eva admitted to Marge, "I'm scared. I'm really scared. That cousin of ours has to be a pervert to pull something like this on mom. Golly, he could really do crazy things to us."
"He's crazy, but he's not that crazy," Marge assured her sister. "Heck, if he ever hurt us, mom would stick a knife in him no matter what happened. I think he's smart enough to know that. Cousin Walter is a horny guy, but he isn't dumb. Dumb guys don't make successful loan sharks. I think we'd better go along with this until we can figure out a way to help mom get out of this."
Later that night, Florrie lay in her small bed, shivering, unable to fall asleep. They would be moving into Walter's apartment the following day, after she came back from work. The girls had wanted to go there directly from school, but Florrie had insisted they help her move the baggage. She didn't want either one of them alone with Walter yet. Perhaps, if she performed really well for him in bed the next time, he might change his mind about the girls. It was an almost forlorn hope, but she had to cling to something.
Her mind drifted back to the afternoon, thinking of the way his cock had worked its way in through her. She'd needed that. If nothing else, the fucking had snapped her out of the funk in which she had been wandering ever since her husband had died. She realized she would be needing cock a lot more often. And much as she had enjoyed what Walter had done to her, the idea of anything permanent with him made her tremble. Besides, he didn't want a permanent relationship either. If he had, he would have offered marriage, and then he'd have subtly worked on the girls.
CHAPTER THREE
The first night went very easy. Walter was busy working, so after eating supper with Florrie and the two girls, he had shown them the laundry facilities, given Florrie instructions on where to do the shopping, and he'd left. Florrie would be paying for the food with her own money, and the amounts would be subtracted from the money she was paying Walter. Walter had figured it would be easier to do it this way than to have her pay him, and then have him give her some of the money back.
The girls fell in love with the apartment. It was large, spacious, and airy. The bedroom they now shared was three times larger than the one they'd shared with their mother in the small apartment. Both girls felt Cousin Walter wasn't quite as bad as mom had painted him, though he had been doing his best to be nice to them. He was smart enough to know a man didn't keep his women too terrified or they'd walk out on him.
The following day, while Florrie was still at work, Walter came to the apartment and found the two girls doing homework.
"You," he said to Eva. "Go around the corner to the movie house and tell the woman at the box office I said to let you go in."
"What's playing there?" Eva asked, shrinking away from him.
"I don't know," Walter shrugged. "Whatever it is, sit through it twice. They know me at that theater, so if you tell them I said to let you in, they'll do just that. Right now, I wanna have a talk with your sister."
Marge began shivering as Eva walked out. She knew Cousin Walter wanted much more than to merely talk.
"Sure, Cousin Walter," she nodded. "What would you like to talk about?"
"Just what did your mom tell you about your coming to live here?" he asked. He was almost stuttering, hemming and hawing, and Marge could see he was nervous. Well, she was no less nervous, and with a lot more reason. Being fourteen years old, she was not ready to psychoanalyze Walter's reasons for appearing a little unsteady.
"Mom told me everything," she finally admitted, shaking a little.
"Yeah, well I'm glad she was honest. So you and I can get right down to it without playing word games," he told her, a hand unsteadily reaching out and running up and down her body, feeling her full breasts through her blouse, then running down the length of her skirt, stopping once to press against the puffy mound between her thighs.
Marge felt like cringing, but summoned up all her courage and remained unmoving. As it was she was beginning to shake, and Walter could see the fear in her eyes.
Although he had enjoyed raping her mother, Walter was interested in trying to make the girl a willing victim to his perverted lusts. So he said, "Look, kid, you smell really nice. I guess you take a shower every day, huh?"
"Y-yes," Marge nodded.
"Look, you go ahead and get undressed ... well ... put on a bathrobe or something. I'm going to take my own shower. I'll be out in a couple of minutes. Stay relaxed. I don't want to hurt you. I'll make it as easy for you as I can, but you gotta cooperate. Now you strip down, put on a robe, and wait for me here in my bedroom while I take a shower."
He left her, going into the bathroom. Marge stared after him, feeling the panic starting to enlarge inside her. She was all set to run, to get out. But then she glanced across the hall into what was now her mother's bedroom, and she realized what would happen to her mother, and perhaps her sister, if she ran.
Stiltedly, she walked to the room she shared with Eva, and there, stripped down. Looking at her figure in the dressing table mirror, she was smart enough to know there was nothing unpleasant about her. Her breasts were white, high grapefruits, each tipped with a pink cherry. And each shimmering cherry tip was surrounded by a silver-dollar-sized circle of glistening strawberry syrup. Against the vanilla ice cream of her breasts, they stood out in vibrant contrast. Although she was no gymnast, Marge had managed to keep her young body vibrantly firm, and she could see the way her waist pinched in, the way a wide road suddenly narrows. And then the "road" widened again as her gaze moved down to the way her hips were starting to flare. In another year or two they would really be broad, just like her mother's. Without turning around, she knew her flat-fleshed buttocks were not quite as appetizing as those of her sister, but her ass would hardly drive away the eyes of staring men. Her thoughts had always woven fantasies about mysterious lovers desperate for her because she had such a lovely body. Now the "lover" had become an too real, and he was far from a mystery. Not that Cousin Walter was an ugly man. Far from it. In Marge's eyes he was handsome. But the lingering thought of what he was doing to her mother spoiled the illusion she could have built about him.
Going to what was now her closet, she opened it and took out her bathrobe. It was cotton, but when she used to put it on, her mind saw it as shimmering satin, gossamer and shining and see-through.
Trembling, she walked back into the bedroom, standing there in her bare feet, waiting. The mere thought of having Walter paw her like a huge bear made her stomach queasy. The longer he took, the more frightened she became.
Her back was to the bathroom door when she heard it open.
"Hey," he told her. "You can go lie down in the bed."
The sound of his voice sent shivering chills shooting through her, building the revulsion she was beginning to feel. She didn't turn around to look at him, afraid he was totally naked. She didn't want to look at his body, half-afraid the sight of his nudity would repel her even more, but half afraid it might fascinate her.
Walter, staring at her back, sensed her apprehension, but at this point he didn't give a flying fuck. All through the shower he had visualized what it would be like to sink his rod into the tight, virginal depths of the young blonde, and he had built a long, thick fencepost between his thighs. He was naked, just as Marge had feared. Hell! No use having to waste time undressing.
"Well," he told her, "we've come to that time. Before you get into bed, how about dropping that robe and giving me a good look at you."
Marge shuddered, terrified at the thought of exposing herself to this man who, until yesterday, had been a total stranger to her. Still, thinking of what he could do to her mother, she undressed quickly, letting the cotton robe slide down her shoulders to the floor. But she kept her back to him.
Walter stared at her shimmering golden hair. This would be the first time he'd make it with a natural blonde. All the others had been bottle jobs. His eyes took in the gentle slope of her youthful shoulders, watching the way the lamplight bounced off them, creating the impression of outlining them. He loved the pinched, almost wasp like indentation of her waistline. True, her hips were only now starting to develop, and her buttocks weren't quite as round and as full as they would one day be, but the crevice between them was no less enticing. But her intoxicating long legs were already well-shaped. Christ! The girl was a vision, a real vision, and Walter gulped, feeling his hard cock jerk, as if it could see what he saw, from its sightless eye.
"Well," he told her, "let's get into the sack."
He watched her half-turn as she hurried to slide under the covers. This gave him his first glimpse of her firm, rotund, pink-nippled breasts as they swayed and bobbled while she climbed into the bed. She hurriedly covered herself, and when he walked around to the other side of the bed, she turned away from him, and he first understood something was bothering her.
"What the hell is this?" he snapped, trying to keep his temper.
Marge turned her head and saw him standing there, naked, and instead of being frightened, she felt heat surging through her. His knuckled hands were on his hips as he stared at her, his thick, strong legs spread wide apart, making her eyes move to the apex between them. This was her first sight of the thick, heavy log, heavy veined, rigid and out thrusting. She watched the way it bobbled in the air, its purple head pointing at her. The sight of that magenta dome aroused her an the more, but at the same time she felt a sense of shame for allowing herself to be aroused. It seemed to her she should fight this terrible yearning she was developing. She forced her eyes to look up at his face. It was the first time she had seen him without his glasses, and she had to admit he looked even better.
"Please ... Cousin Walter," she muttered. "I don't feel well."
Her tone of voice was totally unconvincing, and she had to shut her eyes to keep herself from looking at his throbbing cock. Even so, remembering what it had looked like set off burning sparks of wanton desire inside her.
"You got your period?" Walter asked.
Marge knew better than to lie about that. All he'd have to do is take one look, and he'd know she was lying.
"No," she answered, shaking her head.
"What you're telling me is, you're going to give me a hard time. Is that it?"
He was already starting to get angry. Since when did a little snot-nose tell him what to do and what not to do. She was here for his pleasure. It was the one thing keeping him from sending his strong-arm boys to her mother. It was no longer a question of how much he liked Florrie. If it got out he was letting her get away without paying him, others might try the same thing, and he would soon be out of business. Cousin or not, one way or another the debt she owed him had to be paid. He was making it easy for his cousin, not increasing the interest any more as long as she and the girls did what he wanted. But now the snotty little blonde was trying to renege, and Walter didn't like that at all. The blood was pounding furiously through his body, making his raging prick even harder.
"I ... don't want to make things hard for you," Marge told him, her voice a mere whimper. "But you wouldn't want me this way. I mean, I might throw up or something."
"You might, but then you might not," he replied, his voice quivering with contained rage.
"Please don't make me," Marge begged.
"Don't make you?" he screamed in mounting wrath. "You little bitch, who the hell do you think you're talking to? I'm not some scuzzy boy friend who took you out on a date, hoping to cop a feel. It isn't as if I were a John off the street or something. Marge-baby, this is Walter, your loving cousin, the guy whose house you're gonna be living in for the next two years ... at least. I'm the guy who is as close to being able to legally fuck you as a guy can get without a license."
His hands reached down and he suddenly jerked the covers off her. Her white, wraithlike beauty was exposed to his staring eyes. He didn't need his glasses to appreciate her. His glasses were for close-up work, and then, only if what he was looking at was small. And there was nothing small about Marge.
Marge had never thought the man could be this angry. She rolled herself into a ball, shrinking away from him, apprehensive of being hurt. The cool air washed over her body, making her shudder as she felt his eyes wash over her naked, silken flesh. He stalked around to her side of the bed, gripping his thick cock in his right hand. He started stoking it back and forth, and the foreskin seemed to slide up and down, first hiding it, then backing away and letting the head stand out in all its glory. The salacious sight should have repelled her, but instead, it fascinated her.
What snapped her out of her erotic reverie was his saying, "You're gonna look great at the other end of this, Marge."
"Golly, you're like a spoiled little kid," Marge snapped defensively. "If you can't have what you want, you start saying nasty things. Well, gee, you seem to look kind of natural standing there, pulling on that handle of yours. In my school, I hear the boys do that all the time. I hear it's called jerking off. Well go on ahead and start pulling on it. Go on, jerk off, because I don't think I want that frankfurter inside me."
Walter was stunned. For a young girl she certainly seemed to know a lot. Her words seemed to slash through him like a sharp-edged knife. The blade seemed to bite into his very soul, and for a moment he hardly knew what he was doing. His mind became a blur, and when he finally understood what was happening, he realized he was sitting on her chest, his cock in the valley between her tits, and his knees were pressing on her forearms, keeping them from moving. His hand was clamped tightly in her hair, tugging her head upright, and he was leaning forward as he now gripped his cock with his free hand and was slowly forcing the shuddering violet point toward her clamped mouth.
"No! No! No!" she cried out from between clenched lips. "I won't, I won't, I won't. This is perverted and disgusting."
Marge felt horrified, feeling his weight on her body, seeing the way he was thrusting his cock toward her face. Not that she wasn't fascinated by the sight of it. But the idea of putting it into her mouth was repulsive.
"You goddamn blonde cunt," he snapped. "You're gonna do just what I tell you to do. You're gonna take my hot cock into that big mouth of yours and you're going to suck on it until I shoot my whole wad down that bitchy little throat of yours. What's more, you're going to swallow every drop of it. And if you bite, or if you hurt me in any way, I'll split that blonde head of yours open like a rotten piece of fruit."
He released his cock at that moment and began slapping her face, not hard, but with enough force to sting and degrade her. There was a certain amount of self-control in the smacks as they resounded through the room. His instincts told him to wallop the shit out of her.
Marge began struggling under his weighty body, fighting and writhing to the best of her ability as tears of shame poured down her cheeks. But even as she struggled she knew this was useless. He was determined to fuck her mouth, and there was no way she could avoid this.
"Suck it, you cunt," he snapped, his voice sounding gravelly and hoarse with lust.
His hand jerked her head higher, pulling her face closer to his stolid, unbending cock, while his other hand slapped her pretty face each time she refused to comply. The pressure was becoming too much for Marge. She finally went limp under him.
His breathing had become heavier, and the pressure of his knees, digging into her forearms, had made them feel numb. Now his large buttocks pressed hard against her cushioned breasts, flattening them into her body, and she almost jumped when she felt him rest the head of his throbbing cock on her chin.
"Come on," he urged, no longer slapping her. "It isn't bad, Marge. You'll see. You'll come to love it, you really will."
Slowly, her tear-filled eyes tightly closed, she allowed him to raise her head the rest of the way. Reluctantly, she began parting her lips, opening her mouth.
"Now," Walter breathed, gripping the headboard above her with both hands after he'd propped pillows behind her head, taking his knees off her arms. "You take a good grip on my cock with both hands, honey. While you're holding it, you start licking it, up and down the underside, then all around. Then you lick my balls, too. And don't stop licking them until I say so. Got it?"
Walter Morola's handsome, evil face was a grotesque mask of sadistic lust. He had been willing to do this the easy way with the girl, if only she had been willing to go along. But she had proven bitchy, and now it was going down hard. He watched the subservient beauty of his awestricken, golden-haired first cousin-once removed, as she slowly extended her hands to surround his pulsating prick. Slowly, fearfully, her slender fingers surrounded it, then took a firm grip on it. This sent heated blisters of thrills to jolt through the solid rod, and he gasped a throaty grunt. He stared down at her face, watching her tear-shiny eyes enlarge in a combination of debased subjugation and inner desire. He could see the tiny flames of lust kindling in their brown depths.
Goddamn kid, he thought to himself, his mind almost furious that she should have given him such a hard time when it was obvious she wanted it as much as he. He'd teach the little twat a lesson once and for all. She'd know better than to keep herself back in the future when he told her to do something.
The thrilling sensation of his swollen, heated cock, hard in her unwilling hands caused bolts of electrical lust to burst through him, blinding him to everything but the lesson he had to teach this young, snotty girl. God! She had such a thrilling touch. God!
Marge was unable to understand the series of tingling sensations racing through her own body, taking total possession of her. The fear she had felt had suddenly given way to a fermenting galvanization of sensuality spiraling through her entire body, reaching into her cunt as her hand closed all the more tightly around the shuddering cock. She felt so filled with wonder, she gasped aloud. Her spider-webbed mind had become a network of uncontrollable sensations. The presence and sight of his thick, swollen phallus locked inside her small, delicate fingers, inches from her lips, was quickly overpowering all other conscious feelings. Her hand began stroking it, and she felt more heat burn through her girlish body. A new, almost masochistic thrill seemed to shudder through her, building even higher when his hand came down, grabbed her hair again, and tugged on her head as he said, "Put the fucking cock in that sweet mouth of yours, Marge. Lick it all over."
His voice aroused her even more, even though it sounded angry and vindictive. And when his hand pulled on her hair, jerking her impassioned mouth even closer to his shuddering cock, she felt hotter than ever.
"P ... please ... " she gasped, one more time, hoping more to clear her own mind of this desire than anything else.
"All the goddamn begging, whining and pleading, or even upchucking isn't going to stop you from sucking this cock. I don't give a goddamn if you don't wanna speak to me when we're with your mother and sister, but when we're alone, you're gonna do just what I want. And what I want is for you to suck my cock until you've drained every last drop of spunk from inside it. And don't give me the bullshit you're just a kid. It's time you learned what life is all about."
"Please, please, please," she submissively begged, sobbing with a blend of shame and desire. For some unexplainable reason she felt an overpowering desire to do as he ordered, and for that, she was ashamed. The idea of doing so degrading an act should have made her sick. It didn't. She felt a greater need than ever to suck the cock. And the shame she was feeling at wanting to do it was slowly beginning to recede.
"Maybe if it was some young kid's prick you wouldn't mind doing it," Walter snarled, not realizing she despised boys her own age. "But it's my cock," he told her, burning her inflamed ears all the more. "Now, you put it in your mouth and start licking and sucking."
The sound of his voice brought terror back to the fourteen-year-old, making her realize there was no way to avoid this. Even if she hadn't wanted to do this, she would have been forced. Walter was enough of a bastard to force her to do it, even though it seemed like the most unreasonable, perverted thing to do. But even as she thought this, the strong, inner urge to obey him took control of her, sending wild thrills shooting through her torso. In the depths of what she felt was her abasement, she continued stroking it with her closed fist, feeling him buck back and forth on her full breasts. Each time her hand pulled back on it, the foreskin slid back, revealing his shuddering purple point. She stared at it as her hand continued manipulating the point back and forth. She tried to turn her mind to the evil of what she was doing, but she couldn't. Just looking at the cock in her moving fist got her more and more heated up. Soon, her entire universe seemed wrapped up in the hot, burning phallus clutched in her hand. Her small, slender fingers just barely managed to encircle it, it was so thick. Each tug of her hand seemed to bring it closer, and she found she was lifting her head without pressure from his hand, wanting to bring her mouth to it.
The tight clutch of her hand made him gasp with anticipated lust, and this caused more unexplainable tickles of wanton desire to ladder through her body, egging her on to take a deep breath and extend her tongue, finally bringing it barely into contact with the firm, plum-like tip. The touch of her tongue to his glans made Walter want to scream. It felt as if she had touched him there with a hot wire. He forced himself to keep from moving as her tongue reached out a little further and began swirling around the purple glans. She licked slowly, carefully, as if experimenting with his cock in a science lab. The motion of her tongue was too much for Walter, and his ass began bouncing and twisting on her firm, pillowy tits. When the tip of her tongue licked into the wet, tingling orifice in the head of his cock, he thought he'd hit the ceiling.
Marge, still holding her breath, was able to taste the tangy emission of colorless fluid seeping from the slit in his cock. It was the first time in her life she had ever smelled or tasted the fluid, and she noted it seemed to increase as she licked faster. The scent of it, added to the flavorful taste, caused another unwanted wave of thrilling desire to trammel through her. Her provoked nostrils began quivering, and without thinking about it, she suddenly found her, tongue licking down along the underside of the thick penis, following the embossed lines of the vein network running through it. She tugged hard on the staff, pulling the foreskin way back, letting her tongue dance delicately over the rim of his corona. Her fingers were sliding lower and lower on the massive pole, until her fist was bunched up at the base, pressing into his scrotum. And in the meanwhile, her tongue, like a paintbrush, was lapping up and down the trembling underside of his throbbing cock. At one point her tongue bypassed her fist and began lapping at his wrinkled sac. Her right hand reached behind him, and her nails lightly scraped along the underside of his testicles, making him shudder and tremble even more. Her palm slipped under the balls and hefted them, and soon she was weighing them. And all the while, her other hand held the foreskin tugged away from the bloated head, so each time her lapping tongue rode up, it could circle the glans, teasing the rim.
Marge stared at it, becoming more and more enamored of it with each passing moment. She no longer wanted to merely lick it. She wanted to feel the full weight of the massive cock inside her mouth. She wanted to suck that purpled head until it turned white. Abruptly, she moved her anxious, encircling lips forward, taking the spongy, lavender head into their ovaled ribbon, allowing the burning staff to glide along the length of her extended tongue. Her wet, round oral cave absorbed more and more of it, the oozing drops of pre-seminal seepage filling the warm, oral shelter with its lust-arousing piquancy.
Marge sighed, hearing Walter groan. Her head continued its awkward bobbing as he stared down at her, watching the wanton sight of her mouth sucking his thick cock. Her delightfully girlish face looked obscenely distorted, but beautiful, as she began sucking with burning desire.
Walter trembled, realizing he had set something off inside the girl. The blonde beauty was trying to stuff the entire length of his sex sausage down her throat. He groaned and pulled her head a little higher, while his other hand adjusted the pillows behind her head. Then he gently eased her head back against them as he put his weight on his knees. He released her hair, and both his hands cupped her face between them. All the while he was feeding more and more of his throbbing cock into her mouth. Even when he felt his phallic point touch her throat he didn't stop. He was going to teach this girl the right way to suck. He pushed forward, opening her esophagus, expecting her to gag, choke, and fight him off. But for some reason her body had entirely relaxed, and as he pushed forward, her gullet tightly expanded and took in his cockpoint. And all the while her hands continued to lovingly caress his dangling testicles.
Christ! She was good. She was really good. He'd been blown by experts, and none of them had been willing to take the full length of his thick staff into their faces. God! She put the whores to shame.
He began slowly rocking his hips, tromboning his thick, licentiously enlarged staff in and out of her sucking mouth, feeling his glans literally "pop" in and out of her throat. He could feel the damp sucking sounds she was making, while her fingers continued teasing his balls, and his own hands continued clasping her face between them.
Walter stared in lustful, perverted captivation, feeling her puffed cheeks between his hands as her bobbing head began working more fervently, toiling back and forth with more and more speed, letting him know she was totally subservient to his wishes. Unable to control himself, Walter shoved his cock deeper and deeper into her mouth, thrusting it forward with greater vehemence, feeling the way her oval lips sucked with mounting strength. He was unable to contain the smile of dominant lust he felt with each in-thrust, thrilling to the wonderful way her sucking mouth receptively hungered for him. She moaned in uncontrolled passion between his thighs, and he could feel the passion shudder through his cock and make his belly tremble.
Marge couldn't understand what was happening to her. What she did know was that she felt a wicked, obscene, lewd stimulation brought on by the forced sucking of her cousin's cock. Her cheeks still burned from the many slaps he had given her. Her breasts still pulsated from his full weight when he had sat on them. He had completely degraded her, making her feel helpless, and through all of this she felt a wanton, perverse enrapturing lust of sensations she had never known before. There was a growing, heated, lasciviousness charging madly through her loins, her belly, and her untouched vagina.
Her hands clung possessively to his thick cock and heavy balls. New tears were streaming down her cheeks, but these were tears of masochistic happiness. She had never, in her most remote teenage sexual fantasies, dreamed of sucking on a man's penis. And now that she was doing it, she found it to be the most wonderful thing she had ever done. It brought her a feeling of self-satisfaction, comfort, and sheer bliss. She found herself looking eagerly forward to each thrust of his phallic wand. And when his cock was fully embedded in her mouth, her tongue reached out to eagerly explore the wrinkles in his scrotum. Each time his cock slid back, the tip of her tongue lapped around the glans and ferally explored the tiny slit, hoping to coax out more of what she found to be that delicious, tangy lubricant. And during all of this, she felt a heated moistness building in her own vagina, making her squeeze her thighs together.
Walter stared down at the lovely blonde girl, absorbed by the way her lips elastically stretched to accommodate the thickness of his mighty penis. He continued guiding her lovely face with his hands, licentiously thrusting his hard cock in and out of the tight circle of her lips. He watched the way her ripe, contorted lips clung to his sliding shaft, seeing the tiny pink ridges of oral flesh pull out as his cock slid back, then seemingly disappear each time he powered forward. He shuddered each time the tender head of his cock worked its way into her throat, feeling the tight clutch of her esophagus creating a salacious sensation he'd never before believed possible: He could fee: the softness of her nose press into the wiry hairs on his pelvis. And then, abruptly, he became aware of a movement behind him. Her writhing hips and thighs were starting to bounce on the bed, hitting it as if the bed were a drumhead.
Turning, he looked at her alabaster thighs, and the sight of her sensual lower half burned through him. He watched the full, white limbs squeeze and rub against one another. He also stared at the undulating, wriggling motions of her nicely swelling hips. God! What a luscious-looking young cunt. The hairs around it had already grown nice and thick, looking like a golden mass of fluff. He had to taste that pussy. Christ! So he slowly began tugging his throbbing cock from between her pulling jaws.
"Mmmmm ... oh no ... no ... no ... please ... Cousin Walter ... " Marge began to beseechingly whimper. "Please ... please ... don't take it away ... let me suck on it, oh please ... please ... please ... I'm sorry I tried to back out of this. I'm sorry. I'll never do it again. But don't take this cock away from me ... let me suck it until you shoot ... please ..."
"Easy, easy," Walter told her, the rage in him totally dissipated. "I'm not taking the cock away from you, sweet girl. All I'm going to do is gobble a little of that tasty nookie between your thighs, Okay?"
"Huh? You mean you're going to ... gosh ... wellllll ... sure ... hey, why not! Heck ... that's terrific ... but remember, I want more of that wonderful cock."
"That's better. Just you remember, Marge-baby. Do as Cousin Walter says, and we'll both be happy."
"Yes, yes, yes, but hurry up and do it," Marge urged.
"Do what?" he asked, teasing the hell out of her.
"You know."
"Say it. I want to hear the words coming out of a sweet innocent, fourteen-year-old girl's mouth. Come on, now. Say it."
"Kiss it, lick it, lap it," she begged.
"Kiss, lick, and lap what?" he asked.
"My cunt. My pussy, my twat, my vagina. Eat it! Golly, don't drive me out of my skull like this. Suck my pussy until tomorrow ... and give me more and more and more of that wonderful cock to eat."
Walter smiled at her, and slowly but surely began slithering down the length of her tender body, kissing her full, swollen breasts, licking her nipples, biting them, making them harder and harder. Then he moved his face lower, rubbing it into her silken-fleshed belly, stopping only to lap into the dimple of her navel before moving his head lower and swathing it through the blonde alfalfa on her pubis.
Marge didn't know why, but she suddenly felt a strong affection for her cousin. She should have hated him for all the things he'd done to her mother and herself, as well as for the things he would do to her sister. But her mind was reeling in lewd anticipation of what was about to happen.
His strong hands pressed on her inner thighs, touching their tender softness, and Marge felt her breath catching in her lungs as she waited, anxious to feel what she knew was coming. Golly! Could this be real? She was only fourteen-years-old.
She lurched up and sighed as his hot mouth clamped over her puffy lower lips. She thrilled to the tingling kisses the tip of his tongue was planting barely inside her hair-lined slit. Her vagina began to tingle madly, and she was humping her ass up and down, now totally out of control.
His mouth clamped down more surely on the split purse of her seething snatch as he continued planting seething kisses on the tender, prickling outer lips of her blistering vagina. Then his tongue slickly licked up and back, forcing her outer labia apart. His oral digit rested on the curried divide of her inner lips. Now the tongue began licking like that of an adder, lapping at the inner opening.
Every muscle in Marge's fourteen-year-old body began reacting uncontrollably as his tongue licked the ragged edges of her inner labia. Gasping sighs of surrendering delight began seeping from between her lips.
Mom, oh mom, this is so wonderful, she thought. What a terrific way to pay back a loan. Oh God! This has to be the best thing that's ever happened to me! Golly!
Her mind was totally enveloped in a flooded whirlpool of heightening delight. Everything else was now forced out. All she cared about was the maddening way his lusting tongue was making her react. Her young, voluptuous, girlish body was glowing with delight. Anxiously, her hands slid down across the hard nipples of her full breasts. She felt a throbbing in her fleshy mounds, and it made her writhe madly. Then her hands slid lower over her soft, girlish skin, rubbing across her flat belly, then pushing to the side and moving lower, coming to rest on the inside of each of her thighs. Her fingers could touch her palpitating outer cuntlips.
She felt his heavy breathing, shuddering with wonder as the air from his mouth blistered against her pubic hair. Her fingers perversely spread her labia wide apart, tugging on them to give his mouth better access to her steaming depths. The hair-covered flaps of her tight pink flesh spread wider and wider apart as her trembling, delicate fingers tightly held them in place. She could feel his cheeks against her thighs, and it made her shudder all the more. She felt his head go lower, and then his hot, wet tongue drew a line through the sensitive, swampy, exposed coral flesh of her satiny, budlike pussy.
"Unnnnn ... aaaarrrggghhh ... " she gasped, static shooting from each of her pores. She had never felt anything like it before.
Jesus! Walter thought to himself, still not able to figure out all that had happened. All this was partially from his own lust and partially out of revenge. How the hell could he have known the little blonde twat would act so pruriently.
How the hell could a young girl suddenly be so overpoweringly mastered by passion? Damn! There had never been anyone like Marge in his entire life. Not even Florrie was this passionate. And the worst part of it was, her enjoying it so much took away from the revenge he thought he would enjoy against Florrie for having had this kid by some other dick. Well hell, there was always Eva. She might not be this passionate.
In the meantime, he intended taking full advantage of Marge's heat. He was going to fuck that mouth of hers again, while he continued drinking from the womanly vessel into which his mouth was now plunged. He could fuck her another time. This was too good to mess up. Also, he wasn't in the mood to have her bleed all over his sheets. His eyes greedily stared at the ragged, pink-edged labia she was holding open for him. The flushed delicacy of her boggy interior, exposed as it was to his ravenous, hungry sight, was completely absorbed by his obscene brain. Greedily he took in the breathtaking sight, wild spasms of wanton hunger scurrying through his body. Just staring at the pink depths made him grind his cock into the bed.
Her voice was a hoarse whisper as lust drove her madder and madder.
To Walter's whirling brain the whole thing seemed like something he had dreamed up. She was actually begging him. Shit! She was still a virgin. He was willing to bet on that. Knowing her mother as he did, he was willing to bet his were the first male eyes to look at her body since she'd come out of the womb. Yet here she was, begging him to tongue her slit, spreading her wide-open cunt before him, offering him the feast of a lifetime.
He stared at the shining coral interior, moistly glistening with the rich dew her body manufactured, built up by the carnal desire he had infused in her. Jesus! That wide-open vaginal maw was pulsating and twitching as she writhed her wonderful loins. His eyes followed the movements of her alluring pussy.
Hungry to taste more of her, his mouth clamped itself to the raging orifice as he stabbed the full length of his blistering tongue into the quivering furnace of her close, slithery pussy. He heard her sigh with wanton thrills, moaning and whimpering with joy as gasps tumbled from her lips, forming unintelligible sounds. Her soft, girlish hands now clutched at his head, tugging his hair, pulling his face ever deeper into the yawning chasm of her feminine well. She continued squealing out deep, animal-like grunts as she tugged his face deeper and deeper into her splayed, inner garden, letting the fleecy hairs growing on her outer labia rub against his cheeks. Walter could feel her head moving back and forth again and again as his tongue lanced into the flooded, viscid core of her aroused groove. All the while, she continued grinding her lovely, youthful hips into the softness of his mattress, shuddering and trembling as continuous gasps kept pouring from her mouth, oozing as it were from between gritted teeth. She pushed her hands into the bed, forcing her loins higher, jamming her split-peach pussy against his anxious face, framing his cheeks with her wide-open labia. Her ultra sensitive, heated vaginal walls opened and closed around his thrusting tongue of their own volition. He couldn't believe this girl had been so unknowing. Had she been anyone else's daughter, he would have sworn she'd indulged in this countless times before. But Marge had Florrie's natural erotic tendencies.
His poking tongue licked deeper and deeper, at one point touching the delicate membrane of her hymen. She jumped a little, feeling a certain amount of sensitivity when his oral digit touched the proof of her virginity. But then he withdrew the plunging tongue, licking straight up between her soft, inner labia, tasting the juices filling her wide-open fissure. And then his tongue found what it had been seeking. It circled the swollen nubbin of her shuddering clitoris, licking lightly at it in the beginning, enjoying the sounds of Marge's screeching as her ass bounced on the bed again and again. He surrounded the darling clit with his pulling lips and began to suck wildly, drinking the swampy outpourings of her shuddering vagina, pulling the pink bullet into the heated cave of his mouth while his tongue whipped It again and again. He sucked the straining plexus of her femininity until she thought she would go insane with imploding passion.
"Unnnggghhh ... " she gasped, leaning back, her weight on the palms of her hands pressed into the bed behind her. Her loins churned wildly, bucking, humping, screwing, corkscrewing. "More, more, more ... " she begged, wanting the feel of his tongue all the way up into her cervical opening. Walter lifted his face to stare at her glazed eyes, seeing the way her mouth was erotically distorted. Her head was still tossing from side to side, but now it was doing so in regular rhythm as her fingers bunched the covers she clutched. Unable to feel satisfied with what he was doing, she fell back onto the pillows, then reached down with her hands grabbed his hair, and did her best to direct his mouth as it voraciously sucked, aiming it more directly into the clenching hole of her teeming pussy. Meanwhile, his own hands ran up over her body and filled themselves with her breasts, kneading them, pulling the tender bullet-shaped nipples, squeezing the fullness of her tit-flesh. His thumbs and forefingers continued to roll the hardened nipples between them, making them stretch that much longer.
Jesus! He was out of his mind with hunger for her. Feasting at her feminine gash just wasn't enough ... Yet to fuck her would mean his having to tug his mouth from her delicious inferno, and that was something he didn't want to do. The lust overpowering him was driving him totally out of his mind with a need for this teenage girl. He found it almost impossible to believe the lasciviously writhing naked wonder, heaving and churning under his lapping mouth was a young, immature fourteen-year-old. Yet that was precisely what she was. He was able to get to this not-fully-developed chick as easily as he had gotten to her mother. She was reacting so strongly, he found it hard to believe she wasn't putting on an act. But a fourteen-year-old girl, no matter how good, couldn't fake what this girl was going through. It took years of being a paid whore to be able to approximate this, and even then it wasn't always a successful imitation. This was the real thing, all right. And this young girl was behaving just as she felt.
Marge's mind continued spinning orgiastically. The girl no longer attempted to explain why she was feeling as she did, but accepted it, giving herself up to the heady bliss of each wonderful passing moment. Then she felt him hoisting her legs and forcing them lasciviously back, until her kneecaps touched her nipples. She sensed his huge, hot hands pressing behind the soft white thighs, pushing her widespread crotch until it was even more open, totally exposing the plane of her wanton cunt to the delightful lashing of his lapping tongue and sucking lips. She felt the thrilling, wet contact of his oral digit slide down and lick at the prunelike surface of her anus, licking and digging at the sensitive little orifice, sending searing thrills of lurid wonder flooding through her vibrating, helpless torso.
Golly! she kept thinking. Golly! Golly! Golly! This was something really special. Gee, he was licking her anus, and men just didn't do something like that with every girl. She could feel the way his wet, probing tongue was pushing into it, lapping wildly away at it, slurping and licking ... oooohh ... he was trying to push it into her. Oooooooh! Uuuuuuuuh!
She almost bit her own tongue, and that was when she realized her own mouth was empty.
"Cousin Walter," she called to him. "Turn around. Let me suck that wonderful cock of yours. Hurry!"
Walter, with his face still glued between her rounded glutei cheeks, arced his body around until his throbbing cock was directly over her face and his knees surrounded her head. His tongue continued licking up and down, running from the moist juiciness of her seething twat to the tight crinkle of her tender asshole, licking furiously. As his tongue dipped into the salacious center of her steaming honeypot, he felt her fingers curl around his throbbing cock, and then her hands were pulling hard, tugging it into the wide circle of her ribboned lips, trying to suck the entire length of it down her throat, at once.
Her desire was savage and unbridled, and she sucked so strongly, she vacuumed it into the depths of her esophagus before she was ready, and she almost strangled on it. Her tongue was madly running all over the throbbing dingus, wetting it from base to crown, teasing the sensitive underside, tantalizing the oversensitive corona, lapping at the base, licking the head, and trying to lick into the little slit. She felt the glans pulse and throb between her lips, once more enjoying the taste of the rich spice it emitted. Again, her hands were delicately massaging his testicles, and the lust burning in her brain was no longer the fire of subservience, but the flames of equal desire. She felt him move his loins up and down, up and down, and the thick, throbbing pole began sliding in and out, in and out, matching the rhythm of his lapping tongue as it once again thrust deeply into her cunt.
Marge had no idea so many different feelings and sensations could rampantly race through a human body. Even as she pumped her cunt in time to the way his licking tongue was working on it, and moved her head in rhythm to the up-and-down bucking of his plunging cock, she realized these were feelings she wanted to become more and more familiar with.
Abruptly, she almost jumped as she felt something new added to what they were doing, His forefinger was probing her rectal orifice, slowly opening it, carefully working its way into her, touching other delicate nerves his tongue had not been able to reach before. The touch of his finger made her breath quicken. She realized if she tightened her anal interior the probing of his finger would hurt. All she had to do was relax, and she did just that. His finger slid in quickly and painlessly, all the way.
"Uuunnnggghhh!" she gasped, the thick cock still stuffed down her throat, blocking her from really making noises. Even so, her sounds were those of rapture and not of agony.
A funny feeling began welling up in her belly. It was something she had never known before. She could feel the warm glow spreading into her loins, and knew something wonderful would shortly take place.
His wonderful mouth, still stuck to her seeping cunt and stretching the elasticized vaginal interior of her body, made her writhe insanely. His deep, thrusting tongue was swirling around inside her, lashing the sensitive vaginal walls in time to the way her mouth was bobbing up and down on his cock, which, in turn, was keeping time with the way his finger was thrusting in and out of her rectum. She began nursing on his boner in earnest at this point, sucking with the hope of draining it of the contents it would eventually shoot. Her cheeks bloated and hollowed, swelling licentiously and sucking obscenely, and her flat belly seemed to frantically rise and fall as her lips anxiously pulled at the throbbing cock.
Come, she thought. Come! Shoot that stuff into my mouth.
Marge knew all about sex. Her mother had told her everything when she was ten years old, just as her mother had told Eva. Florrie felt knowledge would help her children retain their virtue as long as possible. And had it not been for Walter, it was very possible the two girls would have remained untouched a few more years.
Marge could feel the ultimate moment of their oral/genital coupling approaching. Soon he would be shooting his stuff into her, while she would be reaching a climax of her own. But God, her climax was building more and more rapidly, and he would have to hurry to keep pace with her.
Her lips clasped more tightly around the throbbing cock, feeling the pulsing, blood-filled head flex and contract. And at that moment the soaring sensation in her belly suddenly hit the top. The first violent spasms of rapture were beginning. She wanted to open her mouth and scream her enjoyment to the world, but to do that would be to release his throbbing penis, and that was something she wouldn't do. Her hand holding his dangling balls squeezed them with bloated affection, and her nails teased at the base of his scrotum, trying to hurry his orgasm along, while at the same time, she did her best to restrain her own oncoming crisis.
Walter realized Marge was about to climax. Every taut muscle and nerve in her body communicated itself to him, and he reveled in the knowledge he could bring pleasure to this delectable, girlish body the first time she was with him. Bringing her off would really be a feather in his orgasmic cap. Hell! There was no trick to making experienced females come. But girls who weren't used to orgasm, well ... that was something else. Shit! His lust-aroused mind shuddered with ecstasy. He could scream with happiness) wanting to shout it from the highest apartment house roof in the city. God! To know this pure, untouched little blondie was wriggling under him like a truly wanton whore, sucking his pecker and wanting to take it all down her throat, made him feel as if he'd really accomplished something. Jesus! He'd made her come again and again. This was one girl capable of doing so.
Marge tried to scream but couldn't, not with her throat filled with cock. Her breath was caught somewhere between her lungs and her throat, but the overwhelming explosion inside her wasn't waiting for her breath to catch up. It came thundering out of her, causing her enraptured self to quake repeatedly, again and again. Her mind was aware of the climax, but it was her body that was fully enjoying it. The thunderous paroxysms shook her body again and again, and she wanted to shout her happiness aloud. She could feel his whipping tongue continuing to lash away at her vagina and clitoris, refusing to let up for a moment, and then a second orgasm came pouring down all over her before she had recovered from the blasting attack of her first climax. A third followed the second, and her writhing body slammed up as her thighs tightly surrounded his head, pulling it deeper and deeper into her coming pussy. His wild tongue was carefully attacking repeatedly, without letup, refusing to let her body settle down. And Marge wanted more and more, realizing at that moment she was probably capable of continuous orgasms without end.
Come on, she thought. Come on. You come, too. Shoot that sperm down my throat. Make me drink it like you promised. Come on, Cousin Walter. Come, come, come!
Her mental plea seemed to reach Walter's mind, and his brain sent the message to his body. He felt the wild, intricate sensations building up in his inner organs, bubbling and boiling until the seed could no longer be contained. And then it began moving into the narrow tube in the underside of his throbbing cock, and a moment later it came spewing out into Marge's mouth.
"AAAYYYAAAGGGGHHHH!" he bellowed.
Though she had been waiting for the spunk for what seemed like forever, when it finally did come shooting into her mouth, hitting her throat in hot, heavy, gummy spurts, the sheer power of the creamy, teeming liquid caught her off-balance, and it almost went down the wrong pipe. She managed to close her larynx in the last split second, swallowing the hot, flooding male tastiness into her throat. The thrilling power of his splashing semen set off another convulsive climax in her own body as she felt the orgasm erupt in a magnificent blast of totally satisfying wanton delight. His spurting masculine jets were shooting their way into her belly as she sucked and swallowed like a maddened fiend, feeling his tongue continue to wildly alternate between her shuddering clit and her oversensitive inner tunnel.
Walter found himself shooting beyond control. He'd had no idea this much semen could be manufactured inside him in so short a time. Hell! He had fucked Florrie on Sunday, now here it was, Tuesday afternoon, and he was shooting what seemed to be twice as much spunk into Marge's belly, via her mouth.
Finally, unable to take it any longer, he collapsed, rolling off and away from her, tugging his deflating penis from her still-eager lips. He saw strings of fluid running from the tip of his hard cock to her lips, and then she licked them off, sucking every last drop inside.
Marge lay there, finally starting to feel the effects of her multitudinous climaxes. She wanted to fall asleep, but Walter insisted she get dressed and go to her room. He was feeling funny. This wasn't working out quite the way he'd planned.
CHAPTER FOUR
The picture at the Rialto was an X-rated job, but because she gave the girl at the box office Walter's name, twelve-year-old Eva was permitted inside, provided she sat off to the side where no one would notice her. Still a little girl in every way, Eva was fascinated by what she saw on the screen, especially the close-ups of cocks slowly entering cunts. She also noticed how eagerly the girls in the picture sucked on penises, and her own vocabulary was enhanced considerably as she learned a half dozen different names for penis, vagina, and breasts.
Gee, she thought to herself as she sat through the picture a second time, is this what Cousin Walter had in mind for Marge and herself? From what her mother had told her, it seemed exactly what Walter was planning to do.
The first time she watched the movie, she was terrified of the huge penises, picturing them being forced into her own orifices. But watching the way the girls were enjoying it all, she soon came to understand how much fun it might be. During the second watching of the picture, she put herself in place of each girl being fucked, and she was abruptly surprised to feel the hot, viscous liquid oozing from her clenched pussylips.
When she returned to the apartment, her mother was already there. All the bedroom doors were wide open, and she could see Marge resting in the bedroom they shared. From her mother's attitude, it was plain Florrie was still unaware Walter and Marge had been alone together. Eva had no intention of enlightening her mother. The woman had enough worries at the present time.
Going into the bedroom she shared with Marge, she sat on the blonde girl's bed. She saw her sister open her eyes, and smile.
"Hey, what happened?" Eva asked, her little girl-eyes wide with curiosity.
In a low voice, Marge told Eva everything, starting with the fear, and building into the rapture and delight.
"Well, gee," Eva whispered when Marge had finished, "it's not nearly as bad as mom made it out to be."
"Still, I think we'd better start looking around and seeing what we can do to break loose, in case Cousin Walter decides to get really mean. Believe me, he can be real nasty."
"I believe you," Eva nodded.
The two girls got up and went into Walter's bedroom. He had gone out after having finished with Marge, which was one of the reasons why Florrie had no inkling of what had happened. They began looking through his drawers and closets. But all they could find was an address book, and the only address in it was a few blocks away. The two girls decided to see who or what was at said address.
Walter returned to the apartment just as the two girls and their mother were ready to sit down for supper. He ate heartily, and so did both girls. Fortunately for Marge, Eva ate almost as much as she of the beef stew their mother put on the table. It kept Florrie from suspecting her blonde daughter's prodigious appetite stemmed, in part, from the experiences she'd had, and so Florrie remained unknowing as far as what happened between Marge and Walter.
"You really know how to cook, Florrie," Walter complimented. "This is better than that restaurant food I always have to eat."
"Walter, I'd like to talk to you after supper," Florrie said.
"Not tonight, cuz I have to work. Don't wait up for me. I'll be back late, and I'll want to hit the hay the moment I return."
Thank God, Florrie thought.
Another night would pass without his getting physical, or so she thought. And the reason she thought he hadn't touched her girls was, she believed him to be a totally callous person. If he had touched her daughters she'd figured him to be bragging about it allover the apartment. Either that, or her girls would come and tell her. Since Walter wasn't bragging, and neither girl looked particularly unhappy, Florrie sincerely thought neither of her girls had been touched.
With supper over, Walter left. Marge noticed he never bothered to look at her, and wondered if he was trying to keep her mother from guessing what had happened, or if he no longer gave a damn now that their session was over.
"Come on," Eva said to her. "Let's check out that address."
The girls waited until their mother took a large bundle of laundry down to the basement washroom, and then put on light jackets, and left. They took the elevator to the main floor, walked out the front entrance, nodded to the doorman who was fast getting to know them, then began walking across town.
Just a few blocks separated the truly wealthy area of town from the lower middle class section. This latter area was not a slum, but it would be within ten years. The address was in the middle of a block of closed shops, It was also a shop, and it, too, was closed. It was a dry-cleaning store.
There was an alleyway next to the store, and the two girls walked through, careful to avoid stepping on broken bottles or bumping into trash cans. It was getting dark out, and they could just about see where they were going. The alley made a ninety degree turn to the right, behind the store, and continued past the next building, where it turned right again and came back out onto the street. But while the two girls were behind the store, a light went on in the store's back room. They could barely see the light because the small window through which it was coming had a black shade over it. The shade was about two inches up from the bottom. The girls quietly tiptoed over to the window, knelt down, and peered under the shade. They saw Cousin Walter sitting at a desk. He was talking to four large men, all of whom looked as if they'd had their faces punched in at one time or another.
"You guys get your asses over to Elliot Bessel's house," Walter told them. "He lives on College Street, number four-seven-six. He's short, skinny, with a bushy mustache, and he has the funny idea that because he's an artist he doesn't have to pay back money he borrows. Go easy on him, this time. I want him in shape to pay back. And tell him the interest goes up in his case. As of tonight, he pays eight for five instead of seven for five."
"Anyone else?" one of the big hulks asked.
"Maybe later," Walter told them. "Check back here when you're finished with Bessel. I have some calls to make."
Without waiting to hear anything else, the two girls hurried from the alleyway. They managed to be three blocks away before Walter's goons left the cleaning store.
"Wow!" Eva whispered. "That's Cousin Walter's place of business. I wonder if the police know he operates from there."
"Of course not," Marge told her. "Haven't you seen enough police shows on TV by now to know the police always close up loan shark shops."
"Golly, we could get mom out of this by calling the police and telling them," Eva reasoned.
"And then we'd be right back out on the street, or in another dirty apartment. Don't you like living with Cousin Walter?"
"Well sure, but isn't his price for living with him kinda high?"
"I'll pay it every day of the week," Marge told her sister, "Golly, it was wonderful, it was really wonderful."
"Yeah but I saw some things in that movie I went to, and they looked kind of painful. I mean, I saw the men using whips and chains on the girls before they ... well, ... you know ..."
"Cousin Walter isn't a pain freak," Marge said. "He just gets a little angry when things don't go his way."
"Hey, what about that Elliot Bessel. Do you think we should warn him?" Eva asked.
"Well, I suppose it'd be the right thing to do. But we'll have to do it by phone. We could never get to his place before those four guys."
The two girls hurried back to Walter's apartment, and there, looking in the phone book, they found Elliot Bessel's number.
"Good thing he isn't unlisted," Marge said, dialing the phone.
The phone rang twice before it was picked up. The voice on the other end was almost harsh when it said, "Hello!"
"Mr. Bessel," Marge whispered, trying to make her voice sound more adult. "Four men are coming over there to beat you up. You better get away, fast."
"Who is this?" Bessel asked, and Marge could detect a hint of some kind of accent.
"Never mind," Marge told him. "Run!"
She hung up, saying, "Gee. We can't do more than that."
"Hey, if Cousin Walter starts getting tough with mom, we'd better call the police and let them know where he works," Eva said.
"I'm for that," Marge nodded, "but only if he gets tough. In the meantime, I want to enjoy everything he has to offer."
"Gee," Eva said. "I feel like I'm in some kinda movie, or something. It's kinda like cops and robbers and you're sort of like the mystery lady who's helping the hero out."
"Mr. Bessel? You think he's some kind of hero?" Marge asked.
"Gee, in the movies he would be."
"But this isn't the movies."
"Still," Eva asked, "don't you kinda want to meet him and see what he looks like?"
"Of course not," Marge told her sister. But deep down a seed had been planted. She was starting to think of Elliot Bessel.
CHAPTER FIVE
Eva could barely concentrate in class, the following day. All the mysterious things she and her sister had seen and done the previous evening still weighed on her mind. Golly! This was just like a Nancy Drew book.
She got out of school at two-thirty and went back to the apartment. This was Wednesday. Marge had some kind of after-school study group she belonged to, and she wouldn't be back for nearly two more hours.
The large bathroom she shared with her mother and sister had a bathtub in it, and Eva had always wondered what it would be like to take a shower in a stall shower. Cousin Walter had a stall shower in his private bathroom. Since no one else was in the apartment, she decided to see what it was like to use a stall shower.
Taking her clothes off in her room, she carried a small cotton bathrobe with her as she nudely padded from her bedroom into Cousin Walter's. She walked straight through to the bathroom. Once in the bathroom, with the door shut, she saw the full-length mirror. Gee! Cousin Walter sure knew how to live.
Eva was a romantic girl, with visions of fairy princesses and dashing princes always running through her mind. All heroines had to be beautiful, and as she stared at her figure in the mirror, Eva decided she was definitely cut out to be a heroine. She would be thirteen in three months, but to look at her body one would think she was eighteen. Her breasts were full, white spheres set high on her chest, with their pinkish tan nipples tilted upward, looking like small pecans. The aureole surrounding each nipple was still small, about the size of a half dollar, and was a lighter pink-tan than the nipple itself. But the way the fluorescent light in the bathroom bounced off her flesh created the appearance each aureole was a kind of pink halo rather than part of her flesh. She could see the underside of each breast very clearly, and knew she could pass the "pencil test." There were girls in her class with such large breasts they were beginning to sag. Though the young girls insisted to their friends that their mammarial expansion did not keep their tits from standing up, one of the girls had proven otherwise. There were two girls with large breasts, and they, Eva, and the other girl who was going to prove how much the heavy breasts hung, went to the girls' bathroom. There, all four girls had stripped to the waist. The fourth girl had produced a pencil which she'd held under her own breast. When she'd let it go, it had dropped to the floor. The same thing happened when she held the pencil under Eva's breast. But when she put it under each of the other girls' breasts, the pencil stayed in place, clamped between the breast and the chest.
There was still a small padding of baby fat around her waist, but Eva knew it would eventually disappear, especially when she grew a little taller. Her belly was slightly bowl-shaped, but it would flatten out if she grew two more inches. As it was, she was already as tall as her mother ... maybe a half inch taller. She would grow a little more. The one place she hadn't "developed" was between her thighs. There wasn't a single hair on her pelvis, even though a light sprinkling of brown hair had started growing under her arms. In the meantime, there was nothing to hide the pouting pink outer lips as they swelled so convexly outward. The pinker inner lips were barely visible, a thin, crooked line running right up the middle of her crotch. Looking at it from a standing angle, made Eva think she had been put together with something left out.
Starting the shower, she waited until the water was just the right temperature, and then she stepped inside. Closing the door behind her, she let the water cascade all over her. It felt funny not having to worry about whether shower curtains were in or out of the tub. Her short, curly brown hair got soaked, but she didn't care. She had all the time in the world to dry it out. In the meantime, she simply enjoyed the force of the water beating down on her as she carefully soaped herself allover, then rinsed herself off.
Turning off the shower, she stepped out and reached for the large bath towel on the rack. But it wasn't there. It was being held by Cousin Walter, who had come in while she'd been daydreaming in the shower. He was fully dressed except for his jacket, holding the towel wide open, saying, "Come here, Eva. Let me dry you off."
Eva felt very embarrassed. She was at the awkward age where she was too old to feel natural with an adult around to dry her off, but too young to really appreciate what a man might think of her body, even if she believed herself pretty enough to be a heroine. She wanted to jump back into the shower and hide, but, like Marge, knew she didn't dare offend her cousin. Besides, Marge had already made her aware of Walter's temper.
Slowly, she walked over to Walter and let her body be wrapped in the fluffy towel. She could feel his hands wandering all over her body as he dried her off.
"Like?" he asked, his hands moving a bit roughly over her.
Eva didn't know what to reply. He had done a good job of drying her, even drying her hair, somewhat. His hands had lingered over certain delicate areas of her body longer than they would have had he been intent on drying her with nothing else in mind. But she could see Cousin Walter wanted more, much more. His own body was pressed against her buttocks as he stood behind her and dried her breasts, cupping and feeling them, making the nipples swell and expand. Yes, she liked it. It felt even more wonderful than she had imagined when she'd seen the men doing it to the various women in the movie, yesterday. Golly! Marge was right about how good it felt to have a man's hands wandering over her body. When the flat of his bare hand rubbed her belly, Eva actually sighed, letting Walter know she was no less hot-blooded than her sister and mother.
Finally dropping the towel, Walter stepped back to inspect her body, rosy with blood coursing through the many vessels at high speed because of the way he'd dried her.
"In your own way you're just as lovely as your mother and your sister," he told her. "I gather your sister told you about yesterday." Eva nodded. "Yes, sisters love to talk to one another about things that happen, good or bad. And did Marge think it good, or bad?"
"She ... she liked it," Eva finally admitted.
"Sure," Walter nodded. "I knew that. I'm glad she told you the truth. You see," he said, unbuttoning his shirt and taking it off, "I'm going to make things as good for you, too. But in a different way."
"Oh?" Eva asked, her breath catching in her throat, feeling more embarrassed at watching him undress than she did because he was admiring her naked body.
He unbuckled his belt, then dropped his pants, kicking off his shoes so he could step out of them. Then he dropped his undershorts, and Eva knew, what she had seen in the movie the previous day was small compared to what she was staring at, now. It was a huge telephone pole of flesh, glistening as the secretions leaking from its tip covered its head and part of the red shaft, as well. The veins winding through it made it look like a columnar road map.
"Are you thirteen, Eva?" he asked, tugging off his socks.
She shook her head.
"Do you know what we're going to do?" he inquired.
"What you did with Marge?" she asked.
"No," he told her. "Oh no. If I treated you like Marge, you might think I didn't regard you as an individual. No, honey. We're going to do something else. But I don't want to rob you of your virginity, at least not yet. You are a virgin?"
She nodded her head vigorously, her big, wide, brown eyes almost begging him not to hurt her. Although he hated to admit it to himself, Walter was feeling a certain amount of sentimentality for Florrie and her daughters.
With men who owed him money, Walter felt nothing in the way of sympathy. Anyone dumb enough to need money badly enough to come to him for a loan, deserved whatever they got if they didn't come up with the viggerish.
His anger with Florrie stemmed from feeling rejected when she had become pregnant by her now-deceased husband. Hell! Even after Marge had been born, he would have married her had she been willing to come to him. But no, she went and married the prick who had fucked her, and as a result, when he'd died, she had been penniless. Dumb cunt! He had more dough socked away in secret bank accounts than he would need in ten lifetimes. Had Florrie married him, they would be living in a mansion instead of a crummy apartment. So what if the place commanded a rent of nearly a grand a month. It was still a crummy apartment.
In a way, he owed all his success to Florrie's refusal of him. He had been studying to be a bank officer in college when Florrie had gone and let herself get knocked up. Then, when she'd been dumb enough to marry the guy, Walter, feeling totally rejected, had decided to take it out on the human race. Using his life savings, he had started his private loan sharking racket, separate from organized crime. And before the big boys were fully aware of him, he had built up a big network of his own, with a big goon squad. The Mafia could have put him out of business, but it wouldn't have paid. The damage to them would not have been worth it, especially since Walter was small fry compared to all their own operations. He was a single shark, and the business he took away from them was almost nothing, especially since he was very cooperative about selling them some of his larger customers-the really tough ones with political pull who might not have paid him back, but would definitely pay them back.
Had he married Florrie, he would have been a nine to fiver, working hard at a bank, eventually becoming some kind of officer, getting his share of ulcers. This way, his only real worry was the police. And even they didn't worry him too much. He had enough money right now to retire, and eventually he was going to do just that. But if he retired while Florrie was living with him, she might not want to go on living with him. He had waited too long to get Florrie and her girls. He wasn't going to let them go, now.
"You're a very pretty girl," he said, smiling at Eva, who was almost cowering, she was so afraid of him. "All of you is pretty, including that hot little pussy of yours. I can see from here that it's wet, and not from water, either. That's lubrication making those pretty pussylips shine."
He reached out, touched her shoulder, and felt her flinch for a moment. But it was only for a moment. She straightened up again and faced him. He spun her around, facing away from him, and let his hand run up and down her spine for a moment. Then he caressed her full buttocks, salivating as he stared at them.
"You have a lovely ass," he whispered, "a really lovely ass. I'm going to use that ass, honey."
Eva trembled a little. She recalled the movie of the previous day, watching as one of the men had pushed his penis into the rectum of one of the girls. The girl had been happy to take it in, apparently thrilled to have a stiff rod in her gloryhole.
Well, Eva thought to herself. Anything another girl can do, I can do.
But even as she thought that, Eva realized her body was still small, and her orifices would naturally be smaller and tighter. She had the feeling it was going to hurt, and more than a little. But she knew any resistance on her part would only make it hurt much more.
When Walter took her arm and led her into the bedroom, she docilely followed. He made her climb onto the bed, then remain there on her elbows and knees. The covers felt warm and soft under her, and she wished she could feel them on top of her. The room's cool air, especially after a shower, was making her tremble. Or was it just the cool air?
Walter stood there, looking at the upraised ass. It gleamed whitely in the mid-afternoon sunlight streaming in through his bedroom window. The curves of her luscious flanks would even rouse an impotent cock into action.
"Put a pillow under your stomach and head," he advised, not able to understand why he should feel concern, when all he should really feel was lechery. Deep down, he had the weirdest sensation, as if Eva and Marge were his own daughters. Yet that made fucking them even more enjoyable as far as he was concerned, because the idea of incest with a beautiful daughter was something that would really appeal to his prurient mind. Christ! When he was younger, he would have fucked his own mother, had his mother lived long enough. She had died while he was still in puberty.
Eva wanted to cry, feeling so undignified with her buttocks thrust way up in the air this way. His hand was now rubbing her soft pussy, touching it lightly, caressing it, building little fires in her, but she felt so ashamed he should be staring at her while she was in this position. Her head was pressed into the pillow she had taken, and she could look straight back between her partially open thighs, seeing his thick cock and dangling balls. She could also see his hand pressing against her hairless swelling.
Walter worked his fingers up and down the narrow slit, looking at her asshole and drooling. It was a defenseless orifice, waiting to be attacked, and he intended using it. Doing so, would ease the sadistic anger he felt each time he thought of how Florrie had left him. The anus seemed to wink at him, as if urging him closer to its hairless center, and her slightly wiggling asscheeks seemed to enhance the invitation. They were so white and smooth. Christ! It wasn't the idea of fucking her asshole that really appealed to him as much as pushing his cock between those lovely white mounds of flesh. He wanted to feel them close around his member as he sawed it in and out of her tight rectum.
His face moved lower and lower, coming closer to her ass-cleft, and he saw how her puckered anus seemed to suck in and out with her breathing. Beyond the brown crinkle he could see pink flesh, clean and healthy in appearance. His face came closer and closer to the pucker, and his breath was touching it, making Eva wiggle. The feel of his cool breathing sent additional shivers up her spine, but she knew she didn't dare move. And then his mouth was there, forcing its way between her rounded asscheeks, kissing the anal hole. His hands were tugging the white moons apart, and then she felt his tongue suddenly spearing against the doughnut like muscle, trying to force its way in.
Eva gasped and shuddered even more, no longer able to control herself. She found herself more and more aroused by what he was doing. The shivers running up and down her spine at this moment had nothing to do with either the cool air, or fear.
Walter smiled to himself when he felt the shuddering twitch of Eva's anal flower. He knew if he licked her little rosebud like center long enough, she would eventually relax, and he would be able to fuck into her that much more easily. He didn't know why, but he wanted this girl to eventually like what he was doing. He wanted her to like him. It was all so crazy.
His experienced hands caressed the stretched mounds of her asscheeks, and now his tongue was smoothly licking up and down the entire length of her asscrack, enjoying the clean, soapy taste in the valley. His thumbs pressed into the soft twin globes, while his fingers stretched across them, almost touching her hips. Now his tongue began licking up and down all the more quickly, tantalizing her rectal crease, making her writhe. He had to hold her steady with his hands so he could lap all the more quickly, building thrill upon thrill in her twelve-year-old body.
At first, when she felt the tongue touch her asshole, Eva felt disgusted. What kind of man would like anyone's rectum? She wanted to feel even more loathing and disgust, but looking at what he was doing from her upside down position, she began to experience totally different sensations. This was like watching a movie, only it wasn't a movie. It was actually happening to her. And it was all so terrific. She had no idea the sight of her cousin, lapping between her rectal cheeks, could be so stimulating. Gee! She could hardly wait to tell Marge about this.
Helpless as she was, Eva's feelings of sensuality heightened with each passing moment. Her body slowly but surely began to relax, and her ass-hole loosened a little. She enjoyed the charging thrills buzzing through her, and she began writhing and wriggling, feeling maddening sensations starting to build.
Golly, she thought to herself. This is really something. It feels good, really good. I wonder if Cousin Walter would have the nerve to do something like this to me if he didn't see me coming out of a shower. Oh gee! Gosh!
Her head was being pushed more and more into the pillow as she continued to watch his tongue lick between her rectal cheeks. The combination of seeing and feeling drove her insane with desire. She'd had no idea a girl as young as she could feel so sensuous. The tonguing of her asshole was the most thrilling thing to ever happen to her.
Because her head was pushing into the bed, Eva felt a strain on her shoulders and neck. She writhed a little, trying to ease the pressure, but not wanting to straighten her head out. To do so would keep her from watching what he was doing, and though she would still feel the wicked thrills coursing through her, not being able to see it would rob her of some of the enjoyment.
One of his hands was still holding her asscheek open, but the other hand was now rubbing her belly, caressing the soft, girlish flesh, and moving back to rub her wet pussy. She could sense the wetness coming from her vagina as he tickled her there. Her bottom poked higher and higher into the air, waving wildly now, feeling him literally press his face solidly between her rectal cheeks to keep her from pulling away.
"Unnggghh!" she gasped, as his tongue continued licking her anus, making her sphincter totally relax. His constantly probing tongue caused greater licentiousness to surge through her. And her seeing his tongue continuing to work through her body made her pores open and the perspiration began pouring out.
Walter took his tongue from her tasty asshole, and smiled. His hand caressed the meaty buttock, and it took a lot of willpower on his part not to sink his teeth into the white flesh. Christ! The sadistic urges in him prodded him to fuck into her tight asshole with all his strength, but he controlled himself.
Standing up for a moment, he took a deep breath, wanting to clear his mind. The sight of her luscious young body was driving him wild. She looked so overpoweringly wanton with the wide-stretched cleavage of her tight buttocks pointing right at the small, helpless little orifice. He let his eyes roam lower, looking at the pouting split of her vaginal labia. Her knees were spread slightly, so she could keep her balance, but the tight vaginal split disappeared as he looked at it from his standing position.
Kneeling again, Walter jammed his sucking mouth to the twelve-year-old's rectum, stimulating the sensitive muscle with rotating tongue-licks, working the oral digit again and again, feeling his hard cock swell even more. He wanted it as stiff as possible, knowing only a solid erection would finally be able to penetrate this young girl's asshole.
Eva felt wild, tittering thrills. The pucker of her anus was slowly responding to his working mouth and tongue. Her asshole was really coming to life with a vengeance, as if opening up without her mind willing it to do so. Where she had wallowed in what he'd done to her, she now wanted to do something back. Her own mouth was watering, and she recalled how Marge had told her about sucking on Cousin Walter's cock. Right now, Eva would have loved to have sucked his cock.
Until that moment, Eva had never regarded her ass as something sexual. Her inner tract was something she needed to help eliminate waste matter. She'd had no idea she might enjoy the sensation of something actually working its way into her from that point. His continual lapping had built up a new kind of pressure in that area, and the sensation was building higher with each passing moment. This was really crazy.
And then the tip of his tongue stabbed right into the tiny doughnut like hole of her trembling assmuscle. She shuddered and screeched a little "Eeeee!"
Walter could taste the hot flesh of her rectum raw and clean, smooth and tight. His arms wrapped themselves around her upper thighs as he brought her ass as close as possible to his face while his tongue pushed farther past the muscular clench of her sphincter, feeling her internal channel surround his lingual digit as if trying to suck it in even more deeply. Like a wedge, the tongue slowly pushed in a bit further, and Eva, thrilling to this wonderful sensation, relaxed even more as she felt her puckered muscle prodded wider apart. Then his tongue-tip seemed to bend while inside her, forming into a scoop and working its way around and around, touching all the walls of her anus at once. His face pressed harder and harder into the soft cheeks of her tight ass, making Eva sigh.
Walter licked strongly, moving the tongue in and out, touching nerves she had never known to exist. The tongue tickled erogenous areas, probing into forbidden depths of delight, building a whole new idea of wonderful for Eva. It had never occurred to her anyone would find this particular orifice tasty, and now that his tongue was working through it, she had to admit he really seemed to know what he was doing. Each passing second built the flames of desire that much higher in her trembling young body. She was being tongued to the point of ecstasy, and she first realized she didn't want it to end. Marge was right about Cousin Walter. He knew how to make a girl feel terrific.
Walter probed even deeper, and nearly an inch of tongue was working inside the girl's seething rectum. If he could have shoved more tongue into her, he would have. As it was, what he was doing set off sparklers in her system, and suddenly she was forcing her buttocks against his face, as if begging for more and more of his poking tongue. Her asscheeks began grinding circularly, as if hoping to screw his tongue deeper into her sensitive depths. His mouth was slavering all over her buttocks as he plunged his digit in again and again.
Walter wanted that rectum soaking wet. He knew his probing cock, going in there for the first time, would cause a little pain, at first. But that would only be this first time. Afterward, when her ass became used to his cock, it would suck it in as eagerly as her virgin vagina would eventually take it in. He loved the way she was clenching her inner rectal muscles, as if trying to pull his tongue deeper. She had completely yielded to what his mouth was doing to her rectum. He could feel her inner flesh literally pulsating around the thrust of his tongue as he deposited more and more saliva inside, flooding her rectal channel with his spit.
Enough, he thought, tugging his tongue from her rectal depths. It was time for the moment of truth. Only instead of spearing a bull with an espada, he was going to snag an asshole with his cock.
Standing, Walter guided his thick, straight, broad lance of flesh toward her waiting asshole. Eva, who could see what he was about to do, suddenly became nervous, and her small, narrow asshole suddenly began clenching, nervously.
"Stay cool," Walter told her. "I'm going to make this as easy as I can for you."
"O-okay," Eva replied, frightened that he should have to reassure her. If it weren't going to hurt, he wouldn't have had to say anything to her.
He released his cock, reached forward with the hand, and used his thumb and forefinger around the rectal orifice to widen it just a little. Then, he probed with the forefinger of his other hand, slowly forcing it against the pucker of her tight asshole.
Eva gasped as the finger slowly began sliding into her. It didn't feel nearly as sensuous as his tongue, yet she had to admit she liked it, at least a little. It had been a bit discomforting for a moment, but his gentle pushing had finally opened her rectal pit, and now it was gobbling his finger up as surely as the mouth of a hungry calf on its mother's teat. The finger moved deeper and deeper, touching her in sensuous places, making her writhe, and slowly calming her down again as it built delightful thrills inside her.
"How's it feel?" Walter asked, rotating the finger in her rectum.
"I ... uhhh ... don't know," she lied, afraid to admit she liked it.
"Come on, Eva," she heard him insist. "This isn't bad at all, is it? In fact, I think you're really starting to like it." And he pressed his finger in a bit further, probing here and there, touching her in spots she had never been touched, before. His insistent finger continued its movement until her body was entirely relaxed. "See," he told her. "It feels good, doesn't it?"
Eva shut her eyes for a moment, depending solely on the sensation of feeling instead of looking. Somehow it didn't feel as good when she couldn't see it. But her eyes opened wide when his other hand left her buttocks and moved to her vagina. And her eyes almost popped out of her head when she felt him sliding a finger into her tight, vaginal interior, moving it in and out with gentle care. As long as he got what he wanted, he behaved as if her body meant something to him; as if he cared.
Walter caressed her labia, working his finger in and out with the greatest care, feeling the way her tight, young, virginal pussy was creaming heavily, and all because of his careful manipulations. He was quickly causing her cunt to suck on his finger just as her asshole was sucking on the forefinger of his other hand. Thrills began barreling through her anxious body as the lubricant began pouring heavily from inside her, covering his hand. He even smeared some on his other hand as the finger continued moving in and out of her tight asshole.
She's ready, he thought, noting how easily his finger slid in and out of her rectum. The pussy-oil, combined with his own saliva, had made her ass as ready as it would ever be.
"Here we go, kid," he whispered, withdrawing both fingers. "The idea is for you to stay relaxed. If you can do that, we'll both enjoy this."
Leaning forward, so his back was directly over hers, he pressed his knees into the bed between her thighs. His naked body was covered with sweat, and now shone in the sunlight bouncing off it.
Eva had her eyes wide open now, intent on seeing it as well as feeling it, no matter how it either thrilled her or hurt her. She could feel his weight depressing the mattress between her legs, and she could see his dangling balls as he came closer. Her hands instinctively clenched the bedcovers, but she forced the rest of her body to remain relaxed. She was smart enough to know something as thick as his cock wouldn't just slide into her asshole, but this little bit of experience she had gained also let her know the more tense she was the more it would hurt.
And then she felt it. She thought a burning poker was being thrust into her rectum. The poker was fiery, but it was thick. It was so broad, it was going to open her up as if she were some kind of melon ready for slicing. Instinctively, she tried pulling forward, but his fingers clutched her asscheeks like talons, pulling her back as he slowly continued moving his thrusting cock forward.
Walter was grim, noting how quickly her anus had clamped shut the moment it had felt the pressure of his cock. It was so tight, it was refusing his penis entrance, and he didn't like that. He was determined his cock would ravage her ass. It was part of the payment he demanded of the daughter for what he considered the "sins" of the mother.
With his fingers clutching her white asscheeks tightly, he bent his knees a little to get some leverage, then pressed the round knob of his probing cock against her asshole again, moving around just a little until he was certain he had the correct entry angle. He knew he would have to thrust hard, and force her rectal muscle to separate. His fingers clenched her asscheeks all the more tightly, and Eva wanted to scream, feeling the pain.
His thumbs were all but digging into the groove between her cheeks, pulling hard, tugging the fleshy mounds apart. If he'd had nails, he would have excavated neat little half-moon wounds in her white flesh.
Eva's entire body trembled, and her asscheeks tried to force themselves shut against the pressure of his pulling thumbs. Her sphincter was so tightly shut, his pushing cock found no way to get past it ... at least for the moment.
Tears were running down her cheeks. She knew this was going to hurt, and she had not been mentally prepared for it. His nice, easy manner had convinced her he was going in easy, and would dole out pleasure to her. Also, having seen the way a thick cock had probed into the ass of a girl in the movie she had seen, had lulled her into falsely believing it could be done without pain.
Walter pulled his throbbing phallic pike back, reached down into her vagina, and scooped out a glob of lubricant before it could run down her thighs. He smeared it allover his heavy prong, then he leaned forward, grabbed both her shoulders with his hands, and said, "Come on, Eva. Just completely relax and force it against me the way you did when my tongue was inside you. Come on, honey. Once we get it into you, you'll learn to love it."
Eva nodded, but she was shivering with fear. The pressure of his glans, constantly pushing against her rectal orifice, filled her with terror.
"Here we go," he told her, slowly pressing his heavy cock more firmly against her rectum. It remained tightly clenched.
He gripped her asscheeks tightly, refusing to let them roll around. This time he was going into that tender ass, no matter how hard she fought.
Eva rotated her tiny starred anus, and finally forced it to relax, somewhat. The wise thing to do would be to push back as if she were eliminating, but she didn't have the courage to do that. Even so, her brown pucker relaxed, and his mushroom-like head began pressing against the pink, inner flesh. The broad, phallic dome pushed a little deeper, trying to work its way into the tightness of her seething ass.
Eva pressed her head into the pillow all the harder, arching her back and thrusting her body back to meet his forward attack. Maybe if she shifted her body a little and changed the angle at which he was trying to enter her, it might ease the pressure.
"Uuuugghh!" she gasped, as the tip of his throbbing cock opened her sphincter and began spiraling into her.
Little by little his thick dick was pushing into her, and she could feel the stretching pain. God! God! God! Why did Cousin Walter want to hurt her so? Her tiny body was shaking with agonized torment.
Walter shuddered, feeling the way his probing prick was working its way into her, a little at a time. He had a hand rubbing the outside of her vagina, stroking the soft, quivering lips, teasing them, arousing them, wanting the lustful feeling in her body to build and overcome the pain. And after awhile the tickling of his fingers had its effect, making the heated sensations build. Her anal entrance relaxed a bit more, and little by little the rigid pole of meat began sliding a little deeper into the tight, narrow crevice.
Eva felt the anguished sensations of delight in her vagina almost matching the stretching pain in her rectum. There was pain, a lot of pain, and she thought her ass would be halved, even though it was only the head of his throbbing cock which fit into her narrow orifice. God! Her rectum felt clogged, stretching her asshole completely out of shape. But his fingers, still pressing against her vaginal lips, rubbing back and forth, built enough pleasure in her body to nearly match the pain. Added to that, a new, different kind of pleasure was starting to swell in her rectum, as well. Even though the pain in that area was overpowering, she could feel little tingles of pleasure.
I'm really in, Walter thought, pressing a little harder, feeling her sphincter close around his corona.
Gripping her hips, he pushed in a little harder, then backed off a bit. Her unbelievably tight ass muscle now kept his penal point from sliding out. He remained steady for a few moments, allowing her rectal interior to adjust to the thickness of his thrusting cock. Then he began stroking back and forth, nailing his thick dork in a little deeper with each forward thrust, stretching new, untouched areas of her colon.
Little by little, Eva felt the pain slowly disappearing, and in its place was a growing sensation of rectal delight. Every nerve in her asshole tingled with a distorted kind of pleasure. Every particle of flesh inside her felt an obscene warmth. He was jamming his meaty pole deeper and deeper into her intestine, and Eva suddenly realized she was really enjoying it. The pain had not completely disappeared, nor was it likely to, but it did enhance the pleasure in her body. Now she was eager to feel more of his thrusting cock inside her and eagerly pushed back, wanting to capture as much of the ramming prod as she could.
Now Walter was beaming, knowing he had the twelve-year-old girl hooked on buggery.
"Now ... uhhh ... how does it ... uhh ... " ... feel?" he grunted.
He rammed the widening head of his throbbing phallus a little deeper, and her sphincter caressed the heavy stalk of his penis. Then he eased back a little, letting her relax for a brief instant before shoving it a bit deeper into her rectal depths. This time she almost jumped with pleasure, feeling the seeping oil leaking from the tip of his cock continuing to ease the passage of his mighty prong.
Walter began rotating his cock inside her, stretching her rectal wall even more as he moved forward. But what he enjoyed most was the soft enclosure of her rectal cheeks around his throbbing, pulsating wang. God! Those asscheeks were wonderful. He still had the urge to bite them, and if his cock weren't so deeply embedded between them, he would have leaned down and chewed on them.
Perhaps because his mind had always wanted this ass, Walter sincerely believed he was enjoying the fucking of it more than any other rectum he'd ever sodomized. God! The sight of those white globes yielding to the pressure of his fingers was the most wonderful thing his eyes had ever beheld. Her flesh felt like soft; white velvet.
Eva delighted in the strong, powerful strokes of his thrusting wang as he spiked it deeper and deeper into her rear tunnel. The pudgy girl had never thought so much pleasure could be gotten from this. When she had seen it in the movie the previous day, she was certain the girl who was being assfucked had only been acting. Now, as the pile driving poker of flesh drove into her tender body, she realized how much she was truly enjoying it. The friction of his powering tool as it rammed into her asshole seemed to tug at her vaginal labia, as well. Her cuntlips opened wide, and she felt his heavy balls rubbing against her clitoris on each of his forward strokes. This made the clit swell and enlarge, as if reaching out to touch the balls that were giving it so much pleasure.
Now flooded with blood and fully erect, the clitoris caused delightful flashes of heat to surge through her body. She wanted to feel something rub inside her vagina, but with her hands pressing on the bed, she knew it was impossible to touch herself. Her tight, virgin cunt was filled with a tremendous quantity of musky lubricant, and the insane, wanton thrills seemed to grow in her aching belly.
Walter reveled in the squeezing clutch of Eva's rectum. The powerful sphinctral muscle continued squeezing tightly around the throbbing pole as it slid in and out of her ass. His hands clutched her hips, holding her very steady so he could ram his groin against the rubbery bounciness of her cheeks. The wet, swollen knob of his engorged phallus reamed through the buttery depths of her narrow anus. Because the anus, itself, was not secreting any lubrication, all the oil smoothing his way was coming from his own plunging wang. The texture of her rectum and large intestine was smooth velvet when compared to the wet slitheriness of a woman's vaginal interior. His swollen dome thrilled to the different sensation it felt as it rubbed itself against her colon's walls again and again. And yet, the biggest thrill he felt was caused by the pressure of her asscheeks rubbing the sides of his cock each time he moved it through her tender back channel.
A heated sensation trickled through Walter's anxious body. He wanted to make sure Eva was enjoying the way he was assfucking her as much as he. She was the kind of girl who was capable of discovering anal orgasms, and he wanted to make certain at least one was triggered inside her. He had to admit, his motives were purely selfish. If she enjoyed what he was doing, the next time he taunted her into letting him fuck her ass, she would be more than willing.
One of his hands released its grip on her thigh and reached forward, grabbing her nipple. The springy, hard pebble of pinkish-tan flesh shuddered under his touch.
Eva gasped. Heavy sighs of pleasure began seeping from between clenched lips. Her entire body began burning up. Shuddering flashes of fiery lava sensually coursed through her, bubbling from her breasts to her groin.
Walter pumped into her with long, strong, regulated power, and Eva arched her back, offering her anal interior all the more openly to her cousin's thrusting cock. The strong, musky scent of her reamed asshole seemed to inundate the room. Delightful thrills continued to build inside her, and she swallowed back the chilling delight lumping in her throat. She was so overcome with passion she found it almost impossible to breathe. It was as if she were being smothered by the delightful thrill of his perverse assfuck.
The size of Walter's wand seemed bigger and bigger as it reamed its way through her. She felt it thickening each time it forced its way back into her colon. God! If she hadn't needed her hands for balance, she would have reached underneath, grabbed his balls, and yanked him all the deeper into her. She now had him almost as far into her. intestine as was possible. The base of his throbbing organ pressed strongly into her rectal breach, but his pelvis couldn't contract enough to fit in, as well.
Eva's fingers curved into claws as they dug into the bedcovers. If her nails had been longer, they would have become talons, shredding everything under her.
Walter's hand slid under the body of the kneeling girl. His perspiring hand felt its way along the curve of her bare pelvis while the glove-tight clasp of Eva's asshole pulled at his thrusting cock the instant his hand touched the seam between her vaginal lips. His fingers probed the delicate labia, and his touch sent tremors of dry ice shooting through her crotch. Sparks seemed to scorch his scrotum, making the hairs covering them stand straight out.
Eva's heart was madly thudding. Her tiny nostrils flared even wider. Her lungs felt swollen and she had to gasp to pull air into them.
The searing pleasure rippling through her insisted she screech out her pleasure. Her teeth clenched, trying to hold back the scream, but the climax was in its final stages of building as his fingers touched her clitoris.
Walter attempted to ram more of his driving phallus into the sucking center of Eva's tight rectum. He could feel a slight curve in her colon, all the way in as he reached farther than ever, feeling his flat stomach press between her wide-open buttocks. And in the meanwhile, his fingertip pressed against the vellicating extension of her clitoris while his palm rubbed between her vaginal lips. And then the sensation in her ass became too much. Her rectum started tightly spasming around his probing cock.
"UHHHH ... AAAAAHHH ... " she gasped. "EEEEYYY AAAGGHHHHRRGGHH!"
Eva's entire young body erupted as the climax in her rectum blended with the one blistering from her clitoris. She literally sank into the wet, exploding thrills in her rectum and clitoris as if wallowing in some sucking quicksand. Her thighs seemed to blast out in every direction at once, and her rectum had such a tight grip on Walter's cock, right at the base, she threatened to yank it out by the root.
"Ohhhh ... Jesus ... Eva ... " he was screaming, "keep on doing it, ohhhh yeeaaahhh AARG!"
Thundering blasts of bursting lava exploded in the girl's rectum as her sphincter continued its tight, forbidding hold on his throbbing cock. The searing fluid burned its way through her large intestine, an intense shock that all but caused her to rip the dome of his cock from the rest of his phallic staff.
Walter felt the gallons of goo in his balls struggling to escape, and for the first time wondered why his cock could shoot so little at anyone time. He was planted as far into her as possible, and the clutch of her asshole made it impossible for him to stroke even a little. Each time his hard cock pulsated with another fiery blast of semen into her depths, he felt his spine crack. Crackles of ecstasy tingled through him, repeatedly.
And when her squeezing rectum had milked his cock of all his seed, it continued pulling, tugging more sensation from inside him. Even after his shrunken penis fell out of her, her asshole continued convulsing, doing its best to hold onto the orgasmic sensations as long as possible.
With sperm squirting from her asshole, Eva allowed herself to be cradled in Walter's arms as he lay down beside her, holding her firm, young body to his. He wished to God he could raise another erection and plough her tight little pussy. The girl's body had a chainlike series of climaxes inside, going off like a string of firecrackers. But the fuse was almost out and there were still some aching sensations inside, waiting to make themselves felt. Christ! The girl deserved everything his cock had to offer, and more. But his cock wouldn't rise, and he knew she would suffocate him if he used his tongue down there. This little twelve-year-old was the hottest member of the family.
His hands caressed her back and stroked her flesh, doing their best to calm her down, but all he did was incite her even more, and the orgasms began coming without his doing a thing other than holding her. She was pure energy.
Eva felt her climaxes erupt within her and knew there was nothing she could do to stop them. Not that she wanted to. She was having the most wonderful time of her life. She recalled how everything had looked in the movie the previous day, only each girl pictured in Eva's mind had her face. Gosh! she thought. If this is what it's like now, how will it be when I take a penis into my vagina? Oh, golly! Wait'll I tell Marge. She'll never believe how great it was. Never!
Little by little the sensations in her body began fading, and Eva untensed. When she was totally played out, she let Walter carry her back to her bedroom, where he dressed her and let her sleep.
CHAPTER SIX
When Marge finished with her study class after school, she saw it was three-thirty, which meant she had plenty of time.
All during the day, the idea of meeting Elliot Bessel had run through her. The thought intrigued the girl, and now, with time on her hands, she decided to do something about her daydream.
When she found the near-slum in which Elliot Bessel had his apartment, Marge also saw one of Walter's goons. Obviously Bessel had listened to her warning and had gotten out. The thug was watching the place, waiting for Bessel to return.
Bessel lived on the top floor, five flights up. Going up the five flights, Eva found Bessel's apartment. Putting her ear to the door, she listened, but heard nothing. The doorjamb was splintered and it was obvious the goons had broken into his place the previous night.
The door was loose and the lock didn't hold. Eva walked in. A huge skylight let lots of sun into a very small room with a smaller bathroom off to the side. In the far corner was an unmade cot with dirty sheets on it. A small night table was next to it.
The middle of the room held an easel and painting. The painting was a self-portrait of Bessel, one of two dozen he had in the room. Marge noticed the rugged look of each of the portraits and wondered if Bessel really looked that way, or if that was the way he saw himself. Her answer carne a moment later, when a fuzzy voice with an accent she couldn't place, said, "What are you doing in my apartment?"
Turning, Marge saw a short, almost emaciated man who bore a very faint resemblance to the individual in the many portraits. He had come from a vacant apartment across the way. The door to the other apartment was wide open, and she could see it was completely bare.
"A-are you Mr. Bessel?" she asked, looking at his dirty shirt and stained pants. His mustache was the old handlebar kind, and seemed to weigh more than the rest of him.
"I'll ask the questions," he told her. "Who are you, and what are you doing here?"
"Gosh," she muttered, "my name is Marge. I was the one who called you last night."
"You? You're just a kid."
"Does that matter?"
He looked at her, his eyes running up and down her body. Then he shut the apartment door. "No, no it doesn't matter. Thanks for the call, kid. I really appreciate it."
"There's a man still watching the place from downstairs."
"Yeah, I know. But what they don't know is, all the other apartments on this floor are vacant. So I can always duck into one or another of them whenever I hear someone coming up the stairs, like when I heard you a few minutes ago."
"Yes, well I'm glad I was able to help you, Mr. Bessel, but the time has come for me to leave."
"Stick around, kid," he told her. "You and I could have a couple of laughs together. Besides, I want a chance to sort of thank you for what you did."
Marge was very conscious of the way he was looking at her, and realized what was on his mind. The same look had been in Cousin Walter's eye, the day before. He was admiring the shape of her fourteen-year-old body, and she could see him swallowing his drool. Elliot Bessel was definitely not a hero. He was the farthest thing from a hero. And when he began walking toward her, she started backing away.
"Look, I think you'd better let me out of here," she whimpered.
"Sure I will," he assured her. "After you and I ball."
"Get away," she cried, backing further into the room. "I'll scream. I'll scream very loud. Someone'll hear me and call the police. You'll see."
"In this neighborhood, everyone minds his own business," Bessel told her. "But there's no reason for you to be afraid, kid."
He was leering at her, though she could barely see his yellow teeth under his shaggy mustache. Her intestines seemed to freeze.
"No," she screamed, hoarsely. "No, no, no. Get away from me!"
She wanted to run as fast as she could, to get away from this wicked-looking man. But terror rooted her to the spot.
There was a small table near her, and on the table was an old broken vase. Turning, she saw the phone near his cot. Maybe she could reach it and call someone. Picking up the broken vase, she threw it at Bessel, then went running to the phone. The vase crashed to the floor as she reached the phone. Turning, she saw Bessel coming closer and closer, moving as if in slow motion. Her hand reached for the phone, but froze. She couldn't move, watching the skinny man come closer and closer.
Terrified, she felt him grab her shoulders and hurl her down on the cot. Then he was kneeling over her. When she tried punching him, he grabbed her wrist, showing amazing strength for a man so skinny.
"Please ... " Marge screamed. "Oh, please, please, let me go. I didn't hurt you. I was the one who warned you."
"Stop sniveling like some brat," he ordered, and his hand whipped across her face, jerking her head to the side.
She cringed, trying to pull herself away from him. The pain against the side of her face dazed her. He pinned her to the bed, and she realized he was too strong for her. There was no way she would be able to fight him. And the helplessness of her situation totally overwhelmed her. This was a man, in his late thirties or early forties, and though he was thin, he was very strong. Her struggles seemed to make him very angry, and he had hit her. For now, she would have to go along with him and hope he wouldn't hurt her any more. Maybe she would find a chance to get away.
"Look," she said, trying to keep the shiver out of her voice. "Why are you doing this to me? If it weren't for me, you might be in a hospital. Why are you repaying me by hurting me?"
"Now look, kid," he said, his breath smelling of some kind of cheap wine, "I don't wanna hurt you. I just wanna be nice to you. Jesus! It's been so fucking long since I've dicked a broad. And now, like heaven sent you, you're here. You did me one favor last night. Now you're gonna do me another favor, and if you behave, maybe you'll like it, too."
"L-Look, why can't we talk about this? I mean, I'm just a girl."
"Cut the shit, honey. You have a cunt, and you have tits. In fact, you have nice big tits, which means you're old enough to be fucked. Now stop with this crap, because the fact of the matter is, my cock is going inside your twat. And there isn't a damn thing that'll stop it."
"But why ... I mean ... " and she was unable to finish, terror gripping her, strongly.
"Just shut up, little girl," he told her. "You think you're the first young kid I've ever fucked? Christ! This neighborhood is full of pre-teen whores. You'll probably be the oldest cunt I've fucked in the past two years."
"What are you talking about?" Marge asked.
"Stop the shit," he snapped. "Just because you have a better-looking body than most of those other little cunts doesn't mean I'm gonna pay you anything. I didn't pay them, either."
"Pay? I didn't come here to get paid."
"Look, kid. I told you to stop bullshitting me. You called me last night and warned me. Now you came here hoping I'd pay you a little some thing for your trouble. Then you flashed this terrific body at me, thinking if I wouldn't pay you for the phone call, maybe you could coax money out of me another way."
My God! Marge thought. This man is a real sickie.
"Now, wait a minute ... " she said aloud, but she was cut off when he slammed his mouth against hers, shoving his bushy mustache into her nostrils. She jumped because of the savage way he was kissing her, feeling his sharp, yellow teeth cutting into her tender lips. She could smell his heavy breath and it almost nauseated her.
Taking a deep breath, Marge mustered her strength and pushed. She caught him by surprise, and he went shooting away from her. Desperately she tried getting up from the cot, but he grabbed her dress and pulled. For a moment the dress held, but the strain was too much, and it began tearing. He kicked her and she slammed right back down onto the cot. She lay there, panting, terrified, watching him leap to his feet and move to his easel. He grabbed a paint-covered palate knife and stumbled toward her. She saw the glint of the metal under the many paint colors, and her heart turned to ice.
Fear totally paralyzed her, as if she were surrounded by a cold, icy blanket. Her eyes remained locked on the palate knife, realizing a man crazy enough to show her such a weapon might also be insane enough to use it. This maniac had her totally at his mercy. No wonder Cousin Walter had sent goons to beat him up. She wondered why her Cousin Walter had bothered loaning him money in the first place. This man wasn't a bad risk, he was a horrible risk. He was criminally insane, and she was completely at his mercy. She wouldn't dream of challenging the knife. He could do whatever pleased him, and she didn't dare fight it.
Elliot Bessel was an ego-maniac. As far as he was concerned, the world had been created just so he could have a place to exist. Had he not come into existence there would never have been any need for the world. Therefore, everything in the world rightfully belonged to him, even if the other morons who shared this planet with him couldn't understand that. Their puny laws were meant for their own protection. Bessel needed no laws. He was a law unto himself. Even if the rest of the world was unable to understand that, he knew it. He was wise enough to let them think he would be subjugated by their rules and regulations, but whenever possible, he flouted them. He had raped more young girls than he had fingers on his hands, but in the past few months he had curtailed that activity a bit, knowing the foolish police might hurt him if they caught him. This was why Marge seemed like such a godsend to him.
He sensed her surrender when he brandished the palate knife, and wasted no time wrapping an arm around her waist and pulling her to him, tearing off the rest of her dress.
Marge lay cowering on the cot, clad only in her bra and panties as he pulled off her shoes. He was still pointing the palate knife at her, but the fear which had initially seized her was rapidly going away, leaving only a dull ache inside her to finish whatever it was he had in mind. She shut her eyes, praying he would let her leave without hurting her.
She felt his hands grab the elastic waistband of her panties and draw them down over her ankles, and off. Now she felt the cool air blowing against the golden curls covering her pussy. Then he sliced the band holding her bra, and pulled it off, as well, and the air seemed to waft over her nipples, making them swell a little.
She whimpered, terrified that this man should treat her so cruelly. He was the most frightening thing she had ever encountered. Cousin Walter was one of the good guys compared to him.
"Uuuunngghh!" she squealed, jumping as she felt the cold of the palate knife press between her breasts. Her eyes opened and stared at it, and she gasped, seeing him press the edge of the knife lightly into her flesh, tracing chilling trails around each of her breasts, being careful not to touch the fleshy mounds. Then the knife moved slowly down the flatness of her belly, stopping only at her navel. Marge was thankful the palate knife didn't have a point on the end of it. From the wicked gleam in the man's rheumy eyes, she thought he might be tempted to dig into her belly button. And then the knife slid lower, moving through her blonde pubic curls.
"Golly! Golly! Don't ... no!" she screeched insanely, trying to pull deeper into the mattress to escape the probing, poking prod of the blade at her naked tenderness.
The man grinned his evil smile at her, getting a perverse thrill from watching her cringe. To him, she was one of many frightened rabbits, good for toying with. He felt thrills curl through him, knowing he was the cause of her fear. Yes, at the moment he was God, and if he so desired, she would bow down to him. Even if the girl didn't realize it, she had been made for his pleasure, and if it pleased him to watch her scream and shudder, then he would make her do so. And if it pleased him to make her bleed, then he would do that, as well.
"Look at all the pretty colors on my palate knife," he said to her. "Aren't they beautiful?" he asked, lightly pressing the cold, flat of his blade against her vaginal lips, making her violently tremble.
Marge felt herself shaking beyond control and realized she might cut herself on his knife with her trembling. But she was unable to help herself.
Her body tightened with horror as tears drib bled down her cheeks.
"Tell me," Bessel asked, "would you prefer I use my cock over here? Huh? Would you prefer it if I stuffed my fat cock into the tight little pussy between your legs? Or should I stick my palate knife into you?" And he began lightly scraping the instrument up and down against her tender vaginal lips. He pressed the outer labia a little . more insistently, and Marge was afraid he was cutting into her.
"Not that, not that," Marge screamed involuntarily, her torso trembling in terror from the vicious touch of the cold metal.
"You'd rather have my cock, wouldn't you?" He continued, tormenting her, knowing it was expectant that she answer in a positive way. He had to hear her say it out loud, so she could hear herself admit it!.
His free hand reached out and tangled itself in her blonde hair. Her eyes moved like rolling marbles, alternating between his diabolical face, and the palate knife she could feel pressing against her vaginal lips. As she watched, he slowly moved the knife higher until it once again rested between her breasts. Then he pressed the dun edge of the blade against her right nipple.
"Don't ... don't ... " Marge begged, looking up into the man's face, hoping to find some compassion. But the look hadn't changed. His dark eyes glowed with feral lust, a raw animal craving with no sense of right or wrong. And she knew he was hungry for her young, virginal body. Stretched out on the cot, she felt so totally at his evil mercy.
"Tell me," he insisted. "I want to hear you IY it. I want to know whether or not you'd prefer my cock filling your cunt to this knife. Come on, kid. Talk! I haven't cut out your tongue ... yet."
He sneered at her, wickedly pulling her hair as he spat his obscene desire to her. She didn't know what to do or say. She was trapped. Her mother wasn't here to help her. No one could help her. This man could kill her and dump her in one of the empty apartments where she might not be found for days.
But to let this foul, disgusting man touch her? To allow him to make use of her naked body for his own lascivious, wanton desires? How could she submit to that? Yet, if she didn't, he might hurt her with his palate knife. Would he really harm her if she refused him?
Her eyes looked once more at his face. He seemed even older, now, the face seemingly prematurely lined and hardened with contempt. She saw many emotions in his face at once, but none of them was mercy. He might even kill her after he was through with her, but as long as he ravaged her body, she would be alive, and maybe, just maybe she'd be able to escape from him.
"O-okay," she finally gulped, dryly. "I prefer it."
"Prefer what?" he screamed like a raving maniac. "What would you prefer?" he asked, moving the edge of the knife over to her other nipple, all but cutting into it.
Gee! she thought to herself, feeling the pain of the knife-edge against her breast point. Why was he behaving like this? She was letting him do what he wanted. Why was he trying to make her say so many things out loud?
"Okay, okay," she sniveled. "Your cock. I'd prefer your cock to the knife," she managed, feeling ashamed and helpless, trembling to think he might be toying with her before starting to mutilate her body.
She thought of her Cousin Walter and how rough he had been with her, at first. But his roughness had been an act more than anything else. She had been able to sense the genuine affection he'd felt for her as the minutes had passed. And whatever he'd done to her, he had done with a strong desire to please her as much as he had made her please him. But this terrible man was only interested in himself.
Her grudging agreement to let him use his cock seemed to satisfy Elliot Bessel, and she heard the metallic zzzzz of a zipper going down. The weight on the cot shifted as he moved between her thighs. With almost wicked force her long, smooth limbs were tugged farther apart, baring the delicious pink trough of her vagina. He stared at it, taking it in, admiring the rich coral color surrounded by the heavy blonde fluff of hair. He thrilled to see the outer folds protectively closed around the narrow strip of curried inner lips. The delicately fluted inner labia were almost completely hidden. Just staring at her tender young pussy made him lick his lips, his eyes pasted to the luscious sight of them. He quietly put the palate knife down on the floor, his attention completely riveted to the white, trembling body of the young girl under him. She felt like heated satin, and her flesh was soft, yielding foam rubber.
Marge lay there, terrified when he moved, more terrified when he didn't. His hesitation seemed to unnerve her all the more, and she noticed he still had his dirty slacks on, even if his cock was protruding from the fly. Some of his jet-black pubic hair was also visible, making everything appear even more obscene. She couldn't pull her eyes away from it. Her body shuddered with revulsion as fear continued spasming through her. She knew he would be forcing it into her at any moment, and it would hurt. He wouldn't know she was a virgin until afterward, but she was certain her telling him beforehand would make little, if any, difference. Considering how thin and lanky Elliot Bessel appeared, his throbbing cock seemed immense. Maybe it wasn't quite as large as Cousin Walter's, but it was big, very big.
"I'm going to fuck you now, kid," he snapped, evilly. "You might say this is my way of thanking you for warning me, last night. I got a good cock, so you'll really like it."
Marge tried not to listen to the stupid things he was saying. He kept talking about how lucky she was to get his cock, but she knew, all she really wanted was for him to get this over and done with. She dug her heels into the flimsy mattress, preparing herself for his vicious onslaught, trying to make herself totally unfeeling.
Then she felt the thick, hardened knob of rubbery flesh slowly move forward. She could feel the excitement in his shuddering cock as the point pressed cruelly against the tender, cringing moistness of her vaginal lips. His hands were pressing down and out on her inner thighs, his clenching fists holding the softness of her loins, digging brutally into her. He was probing with his cock, aiming it at the slightly moist flanges of her totally defenseless vagina. She moaned and gasped, feeling the swollen, bulbous head slither between the inner lips, then slide up and down in the crevice, trying to find the tight, narrow hole. It rubbed up and down repeatedly, and more and more lubrication began seeping from her tight vagina, getting it ready for the unwanted penile invasion.
When she felt the first agonizing pressure, she jumped and cried out. Pain, strong, overpowering pain was flooding through her helpless body. Then, as if encouraged by her agony, the man attempted to surge forward between her sopping vaginal labia, only to feel her tightness preventing his entry. His hands pressed more strongly on her inner thighs, as if hoping to widen her tight cuntal tunnel as the girl shrieked out her terror. Little by little he started forcing his steel-solid cock into the soft, hair lined, vaginal mouth.
"Yaaaagghhh!" Marge screamed, feeling the tight-skinned cock starting to press into her hymen. The pain was agonizing. It shot up her spine again and again.
"Like it?" Bessel asked, actually anxious to hear her admit she was thrilled by the agony he was causing her. He was leering down at her pain-wracked body, and urged on by her wild screams, he pushed forward, trying to ram his broadsword more deeply into her seething tunnel. His mind his the resistance of her cherry from him. As far as he was concerned, the only reason she was so difficult to enter was, she hadn't been wet enough, inside. Not that it made any difference to him. He had thought the same thing about all the little girls he had raped. Virginity, to him, was a state of mind and nothing physical.
He pressed harder, and Marge felt her hymen suddenly snap inside her, like a rubber band. And then he was ploughing his maddened cudgel deeper and deeper, filling her virginal tightness with it.
"Eeeeyyyaaaggghh!" she screamed, writhing and wriggling like a worm impaled on a fishing hook, totally helpless to do anything but die.
With a deep grunt he completely filled her up, stuffing his entire cock into her. The dark, domelike head battered itself against her tender cervix as his balls seemed to slide into place between the widely separated cheeks of her buttocks.
"No more, no more, no more," she screamed. "Please ... please ... it hurts so much ... so ... much ... oh no more!"
She squirmed under the cruel, painful impalement.
Bessel, feeling tight, crushing thrills surrounding his cock because of her virgin tightness, held it nailed into her, enjoying her writhings. The more she squirmed, the stronger the sensations for him. He ignored her cries of pain and shame.
Cruelly, the lust-aroused man wrapped his arms around her hips, forming a tight vise, tugging her even closer to him, driving his cock a final eighth of an inch into her, causing even more agony as the tip of his penis almost forced her cervix to open and contain him. The savagely inflated dong scoured her cuntal walls, scrubbing the soft, tender flesh. The pain was so great for her, Marge thought the bulbous cock would splinter her vaginal tissues, ripping and tearing her delicate inner flesh with its probing and thrusting.
With a groan of delighted thrills, the evil-looking man began slowly withdrawing his prodding penis from her pain-filled passageway, scorching the tender walls as it carefully slid out.
The helpless girl's face was wan and her body felt agonized with ten thousand different pains.
Gee! she thought, crying inside. How could the man do this to me after I saved him from such a cruel beating? I should never have called. If he'd been beat up good enough, they might have put him in a hospital and discovered what a sickie he is. What kind of monster is he?
"Yaaaaggghhh!" she screamed aloud, feeling a bit less pain as he ploughed into her tender softness again, slamming into her with full force. His long, rangy cock seemed to bloat itself even more now that it was inside her again.
Fresh, new tears began coursing down her cheeks, though the pain was lessening more and more swiftly, now. The mere idea of being so totally at the mercy of this maniac continued terrifying her. He was raping her and there was no way she could fight back.
The man started a wicked, powerful thrusting in and out of the widely stretched passage, forcing it to dilate even more to accept the thick broadness of the in-plunging staff. For the moment, Marge could feel nothing but a dull, thudding ache inside her, and a raw tenderness running through her vaginal walls. Now his hands reached up and clutched the fullness of her round, ivory orbs, pulling on the cherry nipples. He squeezed them roughly as he continued pounding into her, his fingers massaging her nipples into extending themselves to their full length. He had long, dirty nails, and they dug into the white, pliant globes of creamy flesh, leaving deep red marks in their wake. Then he lowered her mouth to his, instantly forcing his long, bitter tongue between her pearl-white teeth, seeking, and finding her own oral organ. He licked it again and again, as if trying to wipe the wine on his breath off, into her mouth. Her brain fought against this new invasion of her, because he was constantly letting her know, by his actions, she was his to be used, sullied, dirtied, even though she had never done him any harm.
The pain in her ravished depths had all but disappeared. And the dullness was starting to fade away too as the man's thick cock now began surging in and out of her with greater ease. He was constantly flexing his heavy phallus inside her, corkscrewing it through her velvet channel.
The lessening of the pain inside her was like a great weight slowly sliding off. She sighed, able to relax a little, letting muscles which had been keyed up because of his cruelty, slowly calm down. The relaxation became even greater with the final disappearance of all pain. But hidden behind the pain was something of which she had been unaware, simply because of the man who was fucking her. Because Bessel was the man mounting her, she was totally unprepared for the wispy tingles of warmth seeping through her. Her mind was completely unprepared for it. Now she began feeling a heady sensation trying to take control of her, wiping out all lingering traces of the pain which had permeated her youthful flesh only moments earlier. She was beginning to slowly drift upward, like smoke.
Now the man's inward plunges were feathery soft against her relaxed vaginal nerve-endings, and without realizing it, she raised her wide-open vagina even higher to gratefully accept his knifing cock, enjoying the complete engulfing of it.
"Uuuuuhhhhmm ... " she sighed, her tight twat contracting and dilating, closing and opening in rhythm around the long, solid length of cock tightly buried inside her.
Bessel grinned an evil grin of triumph, recognizing the girl's surrender to her own mounting desire. He had not really expected her to enjoy it like this. Most of the other girls he fucked ended up screaming and crying, even when he was finished with them. But all of them had the good sense to keep their mouths shut, afterward. After all, without a witness, who would believe them, anyway. But God! To think this little bitch was really enjoying his cock. Shit! She was really made for fucking. Too bad he couldn't hold onto her.
Now he felt her interior completely yawn open, like a budding flower, to receive him. And she was sighing and groaning incoherently as her body began spasming with each of his forward jerks. He ran one hand over the smooth mound of her asscheeks, feeling the firm, resilient spheres fill his palm as they bounced up each time he rammed his plunging dong into her.
Marge's entire body began wildly gyrating, twisting, turning, and spinning as her face became lined with the strain of building passion. Her forehead was drenched with perspiration, and her lips seemed to ceaselessly work with endless mewls of delight. Shuddering delight filled her entire body from top to bottom, and she realized she was going to come, just as she had when Cousin Walter had licked her pussy. Only this was going to be a stronger climax. It was building in the depths of her tight vagina. She had been forced into this rape, and her cherry had been violently ripped out of her, but he would repay her for all of this with a maddening orgasm.
Anxious to reach fulfillment, she moved her own body more quickly now, pumping and hunching, trying to speed him up with her movements. All feelings of fear and shame were, for the moment, totally overridden. Her body had taken control of her mind, dictating its own needs, making her forget the horror she'd experienced to get this far.
The man seemed to be squirming deeper and deeper into her, thrusting with all the strength in his skinny, flat hips, feeling the smooth, wet flesh of her tight vagina clinging ever more tightly around his swollen dork. She was wriggling and gyrating under him, unable and unwilling to gain any kind of control over her mad passion. Her anxiety was inflated to never-before-felt peaks by the violent pleasure this savage man was pounding into her. She wallowed in his mad, brutal, unceasing thrusts as the cock slid in and out as if constructed solely for her tight cunt. He wildly fucked into her naked, helpless torso, building her wanton thrills, but not really caring, since his sole interest was the mounting passion shooting through him.
In spite of the shame and degradation he had brought to her, Bessel felt his body wrapped in the cocoon of her winding arms as her hands ran up and down his skinny back, touching his spine and his ribs, pulling his narrow, hairy chest against the fullness of her heavy breasts. This time it was her mouth that sought, and found, his, kissing him with agonizing hunger. She seemed to become an inhuman dynamo of overpowering want, forcing her thighs wider apart, pulling them back until her knees were touching her shoulders, seeking to completely swallow him into the heated red depths of her hotly frothing, lewdly gaping infinity of wide-open cunt.
"You ... uhh ... love it ... " he snarled. "Say it, say it ... you love it. You ... ahhhh ... love my cock ..."
"Oh, golly, yes, yes, yes, I love it ... uhhh ... don't stop! Ooooh, please don't stop now! Ahhh, harder ... drive it in, harder ... oooooh ..."
Her climax was fast approaching. Nothing would be able to stop it. She had gone past the point of no return as her pelvis continued pounding up into his groin, swallowing the full length of his spearing cock as it moved with wild, abandoned lust into her hotly pulsating depths.
She screamed, and then her body arched up off the cot. Her thighs were tightly locked around him, and she clung to him like a frightened child would cling to its father as she quivered and trembled and shivered and began spastically shaking in an insane vibrating rhythm which spewed her climactic lubrication in a warm flood all over his moving cock. Blast after blast of blistering heat flooded through her nakedness, inundating her white body with burning power. Her head spun as if caught up in an undertow of some kind, increasing and heightening the thrilling enjoyment of sensuality while nearly rending her senses into wild shards.
The power of her orgasm unleashed the internal control Bessel had maintained over himself. His prolongation of orgasm had nothing to do with the girl, but he knew the longer he held off, the better it would feel when he finally did come. All thought of anything was completely driven from his mind as he finally released his sputtering shots of thick sperm. He gasped and sighed, feeling the heavy pressure in his balls become unbearable, thrilling to the way his scrotum whacked against the tiny raisin of her asshole. He could feel the wild, bursting explosions in his loins. With long, loud, shattering grunts he continued blasting into her, shooting his scalding semen deep into the silken depths of her anxious, receptive womb. He thrust forward again and again, keeping time with the spurts he was shooting into her body, and finally, when the spurts had diminished, and his long cock had shrunk to near-nothingness, he fell back, pulling out of her and plopping on the floor.
Marge wanted to lie there and ride out her after-climax, but it would have been foolish on her part to wait for Bessel to regain his strength. She could see she had sapped him for just a few moments, so she got to her feet and slid into her shoes. But the rest of her clothing was in tatters. Hurrying to the lone closet in the room, she opened it and found a clean pair of dungarees and a pullover shirt. She hurriedly put these on, and she was about to leave when the door was kicked open and the four goons who worked for Walter came trouping in.
"See," the one who had been watching below, said. "I told you guys I saw shadows moving around in here."
"You, girlie, get the hell outta here right now," another of the muscle men said.
Marge didn't have to be told twice. She ran for the door and began hurrying down the stairs. But long before she was out of hearing range, she could hear Bessel screaming as the four men started working him over. She would have felt sorry for him had he been decent. Now she was glad to hear him yell, and for the first time she could understand why her cousin had to employ such men as the four beating on Elliot Bessel.
CHAPTER SEVEN
That night after supper, Walter confronted Marge with the torn clothing she had left at Bessel's place. His goons had brought the clothes to him. In front of her mother and her sister, he showed them to Marge, demanding to know what she had been doing there. Little by little he was able to worm it out of her, including the rape.
"My God!" Florrie gasped. "So that's why you insisted on a hot bath when you came home in those filthy rags you were wearing."
"You thought I wasn't good enough for you and your daughters," Walter bellowed at Florrie. "Yet your oldest one goes and lets herself get screwed by a pig who might have some kind of venereal disease."
"Oh Lord!" Florrie gasped. "Walter, she has to be tested. She has to go to a nearby doctor."
"Come on," Walter told them. "I'll take her to a doctor I know."
The three women went with Walter in his large, roomy car, and he drove to a small, nearby suburb. There, he ushered Marge into the doctor's office, which was in the downstairs part of his house, and he waited while the doctor took a blood sample from the girl.
"I won't have the results back until late tomorrow," the doctor told Walter.
"It's okay," Walter nodded, handing the doctor fifteen dollars for his fee. Then he handed him another fifteen, and said, "Just call the results to me at my office."
Marge was too embarrassed and ashamed to say anything the entire time. Eva was the only one she could speak to, and she would have to wait until they were alone in the bedroom they shared. But Marge would have to wait a bit longer than she figured.
Back at the apartment, Walter turned to Florrie and said, "From now on, if there's fucking to be done, I'm the guy who does it in this family. And tonight there's going to be some nice fucking."
"Walter, take me," Florrie begged. "Please, leave the girls alone."
"No way," Walter snapped. "I've been cheated out of Marge's cherry. You can bet the same thing isn't going to happen with Eva."
"My God! Walter, you can't do this," Florrie screamed. "It's wicked, it's evil."
"Yeah, well, that's me, Florrie. Wicked, evil, and throw in corrupt while you're at it. I'm going to fuck Eva tonight, and what's more, you're going to be in there with me, watching."
"Why are you doing this to my children?" Florrie asked.
"To be honest, they're extensions of you, Florrie. When we were young, I used to think there was no one in the world as sexy as you. God! I'd get hot just looking at you smile. But each one of those kids is as hot a piece as you, Florrie, and each one makes me feel burning up just to look at her. So I'm going to fuck the kids, one at a time, and I'm going to go on fucking you. And I'm going to do it for two years, just like we agreed."
"Walter, leave the girls alone and I'll do anything you want for the rest of my life. I swear it," Florrie told him.
"Maybe later, if you still want to deal, we'll work something out. But I want Eva's cherry, tonight. And what's more, you're going to massage my balls while I'm fucking your daughter. And remember, Florrie, any funny stuff, like trying to hurt me by squeezing my balls, and my goon squad has standing orders to go looking for you. What they did to Bessel was mild compared to what'll happen to you if I get hurt."
"I don't care what happens to me, any more," Florrie sobbed.
"No, but if something does happen to you, then I, as the nearest living relative, will get charge of the girls, anyway."
"Walter, how can you be so cruel?" Florrie asked.
"Why not! You were cruel to me, Cousin."
"Please, Walter, do it to me and leave Eva alone."
"No!" Eva screamed. "No, mommy. I want Cousin Walter to fuck me. I want him to do it, now."
"You've perverted my children, already," Florrie wailed.
"Goddamn you and your prissiness," Walter snapped at her. "We made an agreement. You came here, knowing what I intended doing."
"Yes, but now you're doing it because you're mad at Marge," Florrie snapped at him. "Marge was raped. She didn't give it to the man willingly. And for this you want to rape Eva?"
"It won't be rape," Walter assured her.
"So you say," Florrie sneered. "If you want to rape someone, rape me. You did it before."
The two children gasped, not knowing what had happened between their mother and cousin, previously. Walter looked at them, then snapped at Florrie, "Why stop here? Why not tell the whole world."
"Walter, I hate you," Florrie cried. "How can a man be so cruel as to rape a twelve-year-old girl and make the mother watch? You're a beast. I'll never give you anything with love."
"I suppose you'd rather be fucked by some other man?" he snapped.
"I'd rather have any other man," Florrie told him. "I'd even take on any other two men than let you touch me."
"You just called it down on your own head, Florrie," Walter snapped. "Fine! I'm going to postpone fucking Eva. Do you know why? Because I'm going to wait for the doctor's report on Marge. Then I'm going to fuck the two of them together, with you tied to a chair and watching. But before I do that, I'm calling in two buddies of mine who'll give you one helluva going over."
"No," Marge screamed. "Cousin Walter, you can't do that, not to mother."
"Why the hell not?" Walter bellowed at her. "She's been figuratively trying to fuck me one way or another all our lives."
"Look," Marge told him. "I'm only a fourteen-year-old kid, but I'll do anything you want, ever and always. Don't hurt mom, please."
"Go to hell, all of you," Walter snapped.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Walter felt he had been pushed too far. He had treated Florrie and her daughters well, even fucking Eva's ass and Marge's mouth with great care, making sure the girls got as much as they gave, if not more. His anger against Marge was solely because her rape had come about through stupidity on her part. He knew damn well a girl's cherry wasn't that important. Nor did he expect he would be the only man to fuck either of the girls. But an agreement had been made, and while the girls were living with him, they were supposed to be reserved for his cock, and his alone. He had even stipulated to Florrie that she and her two daughters were to be serviced by him, and no one else. Now Marge had almost fucked up his business by warning Bessel, then she had been dumb enough to go see him and let him fuck her. And when he had tried to fuck Eva, Florrie had started begging him not to do it, calling him names and telling him she'd rather be fucked by anyone else. Well, two of his goons ought to be just right for Florrie. Since Marge had allowed herself to be fucked by Bessel, it meant Walter was no longer the sole stud for the three women. And so Walter could call in whomever pleased him.
The two girls had finally gone to sleep in their own room, and Florrie had gone into her room, though Walter knew she wouldn't be asleep for some time. He picked up the phone and made a call, and twenty minutes later there was a light tap at the door. Opening it, he faced the Kidas brothers, Marv and Bernie. Marv resembled a gorilla, standing about five feet eight inches tall, with a broad chest and broader shoulders and hair all over his face. He was also the more articulate of the two brothers, sounding like a Rhodes scholar when he talked, even if he didn't know what he was talking about half the time.
Bernie was taller and considerably dumber, doing anything Marv told him to do. And tonight he knew what Marv would tell him to do would be one helluva lot of fun.
"Where's the broad?" Marv asked, coming in and letting Bernie shut the door behind him.
"Patience," Walter told them. "She's inside. She needs a lesson, a good lesson."
"We're the ones to give it," Marv nodded, as he and Bernie followed Walter to the bar. Anxiety was written all over their faces, letting Walter know they were more than happy to oblige.
"Yeah, hey, when do we get a look at her?" Bernie asked.
"Stay cool," Walter insisted. "Now hear me, and hear me good. This broad thinks she's a know-it-all wiseass. So when the two of you fuck her, you fuck her together. Got me?"
"Hey, that means I get to fuck her in the ass" Bernie murmured. "Shee-it! I dig that."
"Right," Marv nodded. "That means I take the front hole. Fine with me, provided she's clean."
"That much I'll guarantee," Walter told them. "There's no one in the world as clean as Cousin Florrie."
"Does she dig this dual fucking?" Marv asked.
"Do you care?" Walter asked. "Just fuck her together. That's all. And for helping take care of that Bessel bastard today, you two will get five hundred apiece."
All right, Cousin Florrie, Walter thought, walking toward her closed bedroom door. We'll see who's master in my own home.
In her room, Florrie heard the voices coming through the door. Hearing two other male voices made her heart sink into her feet. She didn't really think Walter would do a thing like this to her. But here he was, doing it. She sat up in bed, wearing absolutely nothing. She had taken to sleeping in the nude in case Walter had an urge to come for her in the middle of the night.
As she propped some pillows behind her, the bedroom door opened, and she saw Walter standing there.
"You said you'd rather have any two other men than me," Walter said to her. "Well, here they are, Florrie. Just make sure you make them as happy as you might have made me."
"Well, well, well," the bearded Marv said walking in to the room. "You're a beautiful woman."
His cock was swelling, pushing against his pants, jerking around inside. He couldn't wait to get his hands on her.
Florrie thought he was alone for a moment and in the light coming in from the other room she could see, in spite of his beard, he wasn't the beast she had imagined her cousin might send in to her. She snapped on a small reading lamp, noting Walter was also coming into the room. The son of a bitch was going to get his kicks from watching, just as he'd intended making her watch when he would deflower Eva. Oh, he was really a bastard.
As the bearded man came closer Florrie's eyes stared at his groin.
"Well," she said coldly, "if you're here to fuck me, let's see what kind of equipment you have."
She hadn't meant to be so bold about it, but she could see the hurt look on Walter's face when she'd said it, and realized her acceptance of his hairy man was something he hadn't expected. He had wanted to hear her beg to send the man away. Well, she wouldn't give him the satisfaction.
"You're one all-right dame," Marv muttered, and hurriedly proceeded to undress. Her eyes locked onto the huge phallic wand extending from under a wiry brown bush. It was long, it was thick, and it could do one helluva job on any woman ... provided the man attached to it knew how to use it. And Florrie had the funny feeling this man knew how. It was an all-white staff topped with a brilliant red helmet, and the slit in the helmet was already leaking drops of oily lubrication.
Feeling she could handle the man without too much trouble, Florrie lay back and waited for him to attack her naked body. She knew better than to fight or resist the man. It would have pleased Walter to see her do so, and that was another satisfaction she refused to give him. She'd lay there, and she'd let this man use her anyway he pleased. It wasn't as if the man was going to apply cigarettes to her flesh, or hit her with whips.
She closed her eyes, feeling the man's calloused hands close over her breasts. Her nipples stiffened into tan studs, and she felt him pull them between his fingers, causing the blood to pour into them and stiffen them even more. Oh, God! Her body was already starting to feel the tendrils of arousal curling through it.
Marvin was astonished at the ripe beauty of the woman whose breasts his hands fondled. This wasn't some street tramp. Maybe she wasn't a high society twat, but she had class, real class, and he couldn't understand why Walter would turn over such a quality broad to him. There were a few premature lines in her face, making her look the littlest bit older than she really was, but she was the kind of stuff who normally lived in a house and sent her kids packing off to school while cooking the meals and doing all kinds of things to make a husband happy. It was obvious she wasn't used to Marv, Bernie, or anyone like them. That was why her eyes were closed when he touched her. Well, what the hell! Walter wanted her double-fucked, and she wasn't putting up a struggle. He'd do his damndest to make it as easy for her as possible, in spite of what Walter wanted. She had a nice body, and it wasn't one that had been over-used. He was really going to enjoy making it with her.
He stared down at the smooth, narrow waist, pinched like that of an hour glass, accenting the full, round, shapely hips she had, and he couldn't wait to touch all of her. Jesus! He just didn't have enough hands to really appreciate her. He figured she might be lying there, just letting him do whatever pleased him, right up to when his dick would penetrate her pussy. But even if she never moved, he figured that body of hers would make it all worthwhile. Shit! She was really built!
His hands pushed her thighs wide apart and he stared into the black cloud of curling hair covering her pink pussy. His left hand reached forward, and with the fingers he spread the pink, hairlined slit, sliding his middle finger into the soft, sensitive flesh. He moved his finger deeper, while his forefinger and thumb probed for, and found, her clitoris. He felt her body jump as he tweaked it, and knew she couldn't fake feeling nothing for too long. She was too sensuous a woman.
"Unnngggh ... ahhhh ... " Florrie moaned, unable to help herself. The sensation of the rough man's fingers sent blistering thrills racing through every part of her body, waking up all the parts of her she had tried to will to sleep. And her loud, anxious sigh only spurred the goon on, letting him move his other hand down to work on her inner thighs as the middle finger of the hand on her fuzzy mount pushed the middle finger deeper, burying it inside her to the hilt.
God! She was tight in there. Her cunt sucked on his finger like a ewe lamb at its mother's udder. And she was sopping wet inside, which was sign of her body's. betrayal. His finger was sliding wetly in and out of her sopping sheath, moving with only the resistance of her cuntal walls. Florrie began thinking she might, after all, enjoy it. Her rationalization stemmed from the fact that Walter would hate it all the more if she did, and that perverse idea made it seem so much better. But then she reminded herself, her cousin was seeing to it she was being used like a common tramp, and to enjoy it might give him some kind of obscene satisfaction. She didn't want to do anything that would make Walter happy at this point. He was abusing her, and in her own way, she would make him pay for it.
Marv stared with wide-open eyes, watching her tender, delicate cunt flower open to greet his heavy, in thrusting finger. Christ! This was one hot chick, and he was really going to give it to her. He didn't know why Walter was giving her away instead of using her himself, but he had no intention of questioning his good fortune. Chicks like this were few and far between. Jesus! The last woman who aroused him this much had been the wife who had run off some fifteen years earlier. Yeah! That was it. The dame reminded him of his long-gone wife.
His throbbing cock was wildly lurching, whipping from side to side, bouncing up and down, becoming longer and harder as his finger continued steaming in and out of her sopping vagina ... Sheee-it! If he didn't fuck into her shortly, he'd shoot all over her.
Sliding his finger from the warm, secure depths of her tight vagina, he lay down next to her and whispered, "Turn over, lady."
Obediently, Florrie rolled over onto her belly. He lifted her round, moon shaped asscheeks, admiring their fullness without being spread allover the place. Florrie's face was hidden in the bedcovers, and she moaned softly into the quilting, but allowed him to spread her thighs. She felt like some kind of dog, being fucked in this fashion. But in spite of her initial repulsion at the idea, she felt this bearded man seemed to have more understanding in him than Walter. Hell! She could no longer deny the fact that fires were burning hungrily in her yearning belly. She was becoming anxious, wanting to feel his thick pole in her vagina.
Marv motioned to Bernie, his brother, as the taller man came into the room, already stripped for action. He had Bernie walk over to the bed and sit near the woman's upraised buttocks, while he backed away. His brother, for all his gooniness, was almost as adept at making women come as he.
Bernie worked his fingers into the soft, yielding chasm separating the cheeks of her behind. His fingers spread the fleshy butts wide apart, exposing her puckered anus to the gaze of all three men. He leaned forward and began blowing into it, and it seemed to open and close with the pressure of the air he was expelling into it. Then he extended his forefinger and pressed it against the tiny, puckered entrance. He worked the ball of his finger around and around, and Florrie let her body relax, allowing him to slowly ease the tip of his finger into her. Then he slowly pushed, easing it in, right to the first knuckle.
"Uuuunnhh!" Florrie gasped, rotating her buttocks, still unaware it was the finger of a man other than the one she'd first seen working its way into her.
In all her married life, Florrie had never been ass-fucked. She had been preceded by her twelve-year-old daughter in that respect. But as the finger continued corkscrewing its way into her defenseless rectum, she discovered it was something she didn't dislike, at all. In fact, she found the manual intrusion into her rear-end somewhat enjoyable. It was sinking deeper and deeper, and though she feared it might hurt her by going too deep, she was pleasantly surprised to find her body gradually accepting the entire length of the finger. When she felt the flat of his hand press against her body, she realized the digit was all the way into her, and feeling more enjoyable than ever. She no longer wondered why he was probing there. It felt too good to question.
Now Bernie began moving his finger around and around, widening her anal tunnel a little at a time. Soon he was sliding a second finger into her, and though there was some mild discomfort at first, she began enjoying it even more as her asschannel sucked on his fingers, pulling on them, almost refusing to let them go.
Bernie's other hand was gripping his cock, tugging it back and forth, getting it ready to shove into her asshole. He liked the way her rubbery asscheeks shook when she wiggled her body from side to side, trying to get the most from his probing fingers. He continued slowly pumping his fingers in and out of her rectal tunnel, enjoying the tight, buttery sensation of her clamping interior.
"That's enough of that," Walter snapped, burning with anger that she should be enjoying what he'd meant to be total humiliation. "Give her the cock."
Bernie, quick to obey, slid his fingers from inside her ass, yanking it out with a soft "pop". He had her on her side, and using a leg to keep her upper leg from closing, he arched his hips forward until his throbbing, thick penis pressed against the puckered entrance. At first, Florrie didn't understand what was happening. She had supposed the man would plunge into her cunt from the rear. Feeling the pressure against her anal orifice, she realized what Walter wanted done, and sweat broke out all over her body. The bastard! The cruel bastard! How could he do so horrible a thing to her?
The thick, phallic dome pressed harder against her puckered entryway. His hands gripped her hips to gain better leverage as he realized his entry into her ass was going to be difficult, very difficult.
"Hey," he gasped to her, "Push your ass back. It'll make it easier, honest. Just push back like you was trying to take a crap."
Florrie no longer knew what to think as she felt the increasing pressure push against her rectal hole. And then she first realized, nice as his fingers had felt inside her, she had no desire for him to push the cock into that tight place. It could do some damage to her. Oh, God!
"N-o-o-o-o-o-o ... !" she screamed. "Oh God! No ... no ... no ... you'll tear me apart!"
She began screaming louder as the pressure increased. Her brain began dizzily spinning as the total impact of what was happening finally hit her. Her rectum could be cut to shreds. The cock she felt pushing against her tiny asshole was much too big. There was no way she would be able to take him inside her. But the man behind her continued applying pressure, pushing forward with greater and greater effort.
This is what I want, Walter thought, staring at her screwed-up face. Yes, this is what I want. Feel it, Florrie? It hurts, doesn't it. It hurts a lot. And this is just the beginning. You'll learn once and for all you don't cross Walter Morola, no matter who you are.
But even as he said these things to himself, Walter felt the pain she was feeling. He suffered along with her, crying inside. She was the one woman he had ever loved, and he was the reason she was in so much pain. He was the only one who could stop it, but he wouldn't. He must never show a sign of weakness ... never. His men must never see him acting soft.
Bernie thought his cock would snap right off if he didn't push it into her tight anal stricture, shortly. Geez! She had a great ass. He had fucked more than one in his lifetime, but nothing like this one. Christ! Even the young girls whose asses he had plumbed hadn't been as tight as this hole. Wow!
He shoved forward, applying more strength. The tiny muscle guarding the entry way began to slowly yield. The sphincter could no longer hold out against him, and he shoved with all his might, and suddenly the thick dome of his throbbing cock popped into the narrow, clutching tunnel, held tightly in place by her sphincter as it closed around the rim of his corona.
"Goddd! Oh, Goddd! It hurrrrtttttsss!" Florrie screamed, feeling terrible agony as his thrusting cock stretched the narrow walls of her anus wider and wider. It spread the interior to an impossible breadth, and the pain was so overpowering, she thought she would faint. She tried pulling forward in a vain attempt at escaping the wicked skewering, but her body was tightly held by the boy's strong grip on her broad hips.
There was no escaping what was happening to her, so she relaxed her body, resigned to accept it.
Bernie felt the final resistance of her anal muscles finally cease, and he slowly pushed his hips forward, feeling his long phallus several inches into the tight, clutching rectal tunnel. Florrie bent forward, feeling the heavy prong slide deeper, and though the pain no longer increased, it was still there.
Bernie felt her bending forward was a sign of total surrender, as if she were offering her ass to him to do with as pleased him. He shoved forward again, applying more strength, and his weighty cock ran down the deep tunnel into her colon, moving until his hairy thighs slapped against her naked, moon shaped buttocks. The sound of the "smack" as his flesh met hers seemed to echo throughout the room.
"Unnnhhh!" Florrie gasped, feeling a combination of pain and heated thrills, making her wonder just what was happening to her.
She felt as if a white-hotrod of steel had penetrated her rectum, yet the fire from it brought a new, perverse kind of thrill for which she was totally unprepared. It was jammed all the way into her back-tunnel, filling her as if she were clogged with waste matter, only the penis was continually pulsating, sending wild signals to her brain.
"Oh, wow!" Bernie gasped. "She's really tight back here," he triumphantly called out, letting the other two men know he was as far in as he was going to go. The urgent pulsing of his penile point, throbbing sensitively within her, kept him from ramming it in and out of her then and there.
Florrie, listening to his voice, realized he wasn't the man who had been touching her earlier. God! She hated Walter more than ever. He had kept his promise, all right. He had brought two men in to take his place.
If only he had been a little more decent toward me, she thought. If only he had been willing to accept me and leave my daughters alone. I would have given him anything and everything.
Sadly, Florrie realized, in spite of what her cousin had done to her, there was a love for him hidden deep, down inside her. She hadn't wanted to admit it before, because she'd thought him to have too much of a sadistic streak in him. And if he was enjoying this, then she was right. She would never let him know she loved him.
Bernie gripped her body tightly and tugged, pulling her over and onto him, lying face up, still impaled on the pulsing prick by way of her pained ass.
"Marv," he gasped. "You go in the front way. But you better work fast. My cock is sensitive and it's gonna blow itself out in a minute."
Florrie's ears were closed to what Bernie was saying as she concentrated on making the pain lessen. Her teeth were tightly clamped together, and her mind was concentrating on the stretched tunnel of her anus. She was afraid, for a moment, that the long, thick penis would reach through her colon right up into her stomach, tearing great holes in her. When he finally started pumping that heavy flesh spike of his in and out, she wanted her body prepared for it.
Then she felt another weight on the bed, and opening her eyes, through the blur of tears she saw the same bearded face as before. What was he doing there?
Marv went crazy, seeing the lovely young mother's wide-open pussy being presented to him. He had been watching Bernie's cock pushing into her ass, and the sight of her squeezing cheeks had really heated him up. He had also noticed Walter staring, and he couldn't mistake the look of lust in his employer's eyes. God! This was the first time he had ever seen Walter do something stupid.
Staring at the way Bernie was finally buried in the woman's ass, he felt himself more on fire than ever before. His swollen prick felt as if it would explode all over the place. He crawled up higher between Florrie's tapered white thighs, seeing them shine with the glistening perspiration covering them. From this angle, he could see Bernie's upthrust cock drive into her from underneath, forcing her vaginal lips to open all the wider. Moving closer, he gripped his solid cock in his right hand, and had no trouble guiding the bright-red knob to her wet, gaping hole. Leaning forward, he felt her firm, full breasts cushion the weight of his body as he pressed it against her. The elongated brown pellets scratched into his hairy chest as he rubbed against them while arching his hips back a moment to correctly fix his position. Then, little by little, he slowly angled his throbbing phallus into the lovely woman's tight, clasping cunnus. He drove in fast and hard, acting as if he were some inexperienced schoolboy about to enjoy his first lay. His thick cock forced its way into the passageway made tighter because of the hard, driving cock filling her ass, feeling resistance all the way as it rode down the tunnel of wet, warm flesh until he felt his balls come into contact with the uptight sac of his brother. Now his cock was buried in her squeezing passageway to the hilt.
"My God!" Marv exclaimed. "What a fantastic cunt. Jesus!"
He felt as if he would shoot then and there, not giving a damn about what Walter wanted. There was a kind of different thrill in feeling the girl helplessly impaled between his brother and himself. It was something he and Bernie would have to try again, sometime in the future. God! Taking a deep breath, he slowly pulled his thick wang back, spiraling it on the way out. Then he began pumping it back and forth with rapid speed.
Florrie was totally dazed. When Marvin had driven into her vagina, her cuntal passage-hot and steamy, felt tighter than it had when she'd been a virgin. The hard prick in her rectum had tightened her up all around, because the thrust of the penis into her vagina had also tightened her anal causeway again, and both cocks were locked in a strong, tight, inner grip. Fire was building to a higher peak in her belly, and as the cock in her ass began thrusting back and forth, she felt the flames reach new heights. The thrills were building such enormous feelings within her, she no longer believed herself to be awake. It was impossible to feel this good while conscious. The pain in her rectum had completely disappeared. It was becoming more and more delightful.
This whole thing was backfiring against Walter. What was supposed to be punishment had turned out to be the most blissful thing she had ever experienced. If this was punishment, she hoped Walter would punish her again in the future.
As the two men began rhythmically pounding into her, Florrie came to a stunning realization. Two men were definitely better than one. And if this were so as far as she was concerned, she knew it would be so as far as her daughters were concerned. What she had considered immoral and evil all her life, was something wonderful. And as long as the right two men were selected, there was no reason why she shouldn't go on enjoying this. Nor was there any reason to keep her daughters from enjoying the same kind of pleasure ... at least until each of them got married. She would have to take precautions so neither of them would become pregnant, but it would be worth it. Yes, yes, Walter was right about their enjoying a good sex life even now, while they were this young.
As the pair of cocks continued pumping in and out of her, Florrie also realized, if two men made her feel good, then two females would surely make Walter feel good. Now she could understand why he wanted her daughters. Even if he wouldn't admit it out loud, he loved her. He wanted to fuck her, but he wanted to fuck more than one of her at the same time. Her daughters, being an extension of herself, were so much like her as far as Walter was concerned, he would be fucking two or even three Florries all at once. Yes, yes, this was what Walter had subconsciously sought, and she, in her ignorance, had done her best to keep it from him. No wonder he was angry with her. She would have to make it up to him when this was over. She would have to let him know she understood.
She felt the driving penises continue to move through her body, and at first she was unaware of the right way to react. The gradually building thrills in her body soon took over, becoming totally overwhelming. She was helplessly sandwiched between the two men and thrilling to every moment of it. She thrilled as Bernie's pulsing peter slammed itself strongly up into her tight rectum, and before she could recover from the pressure, another rampant shudder traveled through her as Marv's pounding cock filled her tight twat. She felt herself buffeted wildly between them as each of the brothers furiously fucked, straining for his individual satisfaction.
Each man could feel the pressure of the other's solid wang through the thin membrane of flesh separating to two parallel tunnels, and when the tempo of one speeded up, the other was quick to respond to the intensely satisfying tempo increase. They were fucking into Florrie as if they were a single being, and the approaching height of their wild passion drove them to even greater fury. Bernie's long cock rammed into the burning fleshy tunnel of her tight, buttery rectum at the same time his brother's powering prod steamed solidly into the quivering depths of her fiery vagina. Then, as one, they would pull back together until only the shining red helmets of their cocks remained locked inside her, and then once again they would reverse their field and each try to reach into her belly from another entrance.
"Uhhh ... ohhh ... yesss ... ! More! More! Fuck me ... fuck me ... fuck me!" Florrie screamed, now totally absorbed by the combined thrusting into her delightfully tortured body.
Florrie felt as if she would totally explode. She could feel the climaxes building up in both channels at once, and she was going to come as she had never come before. Her head reached forward, enjoying Marv's nibbling on her earlobe as he pounded into her. She gasped wildly for air as the insanely mounting thrills burned through her lungs like blistering flames, igniting her enraptured sensual system. She was so engulfed in the dual fucking in and out of her tight vagina and tighter rectum, she was totally unaware Walter had dropped his own pants.
Walter wanted to gloat, but he couldn't. He wanted to cry and scream that he was wrong in what he'd done, but seeing the way Florrie was enjoying it, he became overpoweringly hot himself. He realized he loved his cousin so much, it made him feel good to see her happy, even if two other men were the cause of this happiness. But he was so totally aroused by the sight of it all, he had to become part of it. He swore to himself he would never do anything to hurt Florrie again. But the intensely, delightfully licentious scene taking place before his eyes was too much for him. He had to become part of it, if only to be one of the instruments bringing some kind of delight to this woman who had always been the one true love of his life.
Shedding his clothes, he moved onto the bed on his knees, hoping Florrie would punish him with her mouth by biting into his cock and giving him the pain he deserved for having debased her this way. He saw her rich, pink, spit-moistened lips as he moved forward, bringing his cock closer. He pointed his thick phallus at the broad, oral cavern. This was the mouth of the woman he loved, and he ached to feel it surround his pulsing prick. His own eyes were now tightly shut, and he moved forward by feel, touching her face with his hands, and bringing her lips closer and closer to his long, fat cock.
"Suck it, Florrie," he begged, and his voice barely penetrated her lust-crazed mind.
She realized the thick phallus was waving at her mouth, and she knew it was Walter's. Yes, she would suck it. She would suck it with love, because she now realized it was the most natural thing in the world for her to take the prick of this man anywhere inside her. And that meant her daughters as well. Each girl was a part of her, and when he was fucking either of them, he would be fucking her.
Sighing, she closed her mouth around the solid pale of his thrusting prick. Its pungent flavor seemed to perfectly complement the sensations of thrilling delight building higher and higher in her womb and rectum. Her mouth filled itself with the fullness of his tasty meat. It rummaged in and out, while her tongue bathed it all over the way a mother cat licks her kitten clean. This was the completion of the most wonderful sexual time in her life. She would never again be able to return to her old set of morals. Her eyes had been opened along with her cunt, her rectum, and her mouth. All that mattered in this world was the total fulfillment of sexual desires. And as long as this could be accomplished without her bringing pain or sorrow to anyone else, she intended doing so.
Marv could no longer keep himself in check. He slammed his throbbing cock deep inside her blistering vaginal passage, groaning as he felt his sperm suddenly start moving through his body, racing to escape. It moved into his throbbing cock, rumbled into the tip of his penis, and began blasting with tremendous heated bursts deep inside her anguished pussy.
"YYYAAARRRGGHH!" he bellowed, humping wildly forward with each maddening thrust. And it seemed to become a trigger for all the other weapons being employed in this wonderfully bizarre scene. His twitching, firing cock seemed to incite a response in his brother's prick, a thin membrane away from his, in an even tighter tunnel. Bernie slammed his solid wang into the tight, crushing depths of her colon at the moment of climax.
"AAAAYYYAAAGGHHRRGGHH!!" he bellowed, as his exploding semen shot into her writhing body.
Florrie groaned deep down inside her as she felt the thrilling liquids inundate both passages, almost at the same time. She was being inwardly drowned with their white, sticky semen. The one pumping into her rear-end created the sensation she was getting a sperm enema, while the other fired continually into her wildly contracting vagina, driving her to a peak of uncontrolled frenzy. She clamped her lips tightly around the base of the hard cock thrust into her sucking mouth and moaned a loud, "MMMMMM!" as twin climaxes began blasting through her passionate body. Her belly rippled with strong spasms of delight as her sperm-filled womb overflowed with lubricating juices exuded by her own climax.
"Florrie, Florrie, Florrie," Walter screamed. "Oh, God! I LOVE YOUUUUU ... UUUGGHH!"
His hot, throbbing cock fired burst after burst of heavy sperm into his cousin's mouth, feeling the way she voraciously sucked and drank his seed. She tugged on the thick, long, flexing cock as if trying to swallow its length down her throat into her belly, so its head could come into contact with the rapidly deflating penises in her other orifices. She swallowed strongly, keeping his long cock fully buried in her throat, refusing to let any of it go as she eagerly drank the seminal libation he had to offer. It was Walter's spunk, and she wanted every last drop of it inside her. Where the other two would pull their shrunken phalluses out of her and their seed would come dripping out, Walter's was swallowed into her belly, and it had become a part of her, never to escape.
The four of them pressed tightly into one another, slamming the headboard of the bed noisily against the wall. They rolled and writhed until they were completely out of strength. And then they lay there, unable to move as Florrie continued sucking the now-shriveled cock of her cousin.
No one was aware of the door silently opening, nor did they see the two girls peering in. Each had been awakened by the noise the four adults had made. Curious, they had waited until the sounds had subsided, and then looked in. And seeing their mother surrounded by the three men, they felt terror run through them.
CHAPTER NINE
As Marge and Eva watched, the two brothers began stirring. They finally got up from the bed, slipped into their clothes, and headed for the door. Eva and Marge retreated into their own rooms until the two men were gone.
"I think we should call the police and tell them about Cousin Walter's place of business," Eva whispered. "He didn't have to do that to mom. She never really purposely did anything to hurt him."
The two girls went into the living room, and Eva was about to pick up the phone and call the police, when Marge stopped her. She was looking at a folded newspaper lying near the phone.
"Wait!" she said to Eva. "Look at this." The two girls read an article in the paper about another loan shark the police had caught, a week earlier. The man had been fined a thousand dollars after a plea of guilty, and he was right back out on the street again, plying his trade.
"Big deal," Marge muttered. "What we should do is give Cousin Walter a lesson he'll never forget. I mean, when the people who owe him money don't pay back on time, he has them beaten up. Well, we've been doing all kinds of things for him, and look how he pays mom back. I think we should beat him up."
"But he's so much stronger than we are," Eva pointed out. "We could never hurt him without his hurting us, first."
"Unless we do it right now," Marge snapped. "Huh?"
"After that workout he's gone through, he can't move right now. Let's go in there and give him a beating."
"Well, gee, shouldn't we look for a baseball bat or something?" Eva timidly asked. "Heck no," Marge snapped. "We don't want to kill him. We just want to give him a sound beating, to let him know we don't like what he's done to mom."
"But won't he get even, later on?" Eva asked.
"Not if he wants us here to keep on doing what we've been doing. For some reason, Cousin Walter is infatuated with all three of us. He won't hurt any of us. Look, you saw how he 'punished' ma. They didn't beat her or anything. They just fucked her."
"Okay," Eva nodded. "Let's go."
The two girls marched into the bedroom, and before Walter realized what was happening, they were kicking, hitting, punching and scratching him.
"Stop!" Florrie yelled at her two daughters, sitting up.
"But, mom," Eva protested. "After what he did to you, we thought it was only right we give him back a little."
"No," Florrie told them. "I ... didn't understand, before. Now I do. Eva, you said you wanted Cousin Walter to fuck you. Well, if he's in shape to do it, tomorrow, you not only have my permission, but my blessing."
"Huh?" Eva asked, her twelve-year-old eyes widening.
"Yes," Florrie told her daughters. "I understand Cousin Walter much better now. But I think we had better make some new ground rules if we're to go on living here."
"And just where the hell do you come off thinking you can dictate to me?" Walter asked, his nose bleeding and bruises starting to form on his face as he sat up.
"Stop talking like a fool," Florrie snapped at him. "Before, I was the one who refused to understand. Don't make the same mistakes I did. I'm not apologizing for what I've done. I mean, if I had married you, the chances of my having Marge and Eva would be almost nil, and I love the two of them dearly. Well, I'm not even thirty years old, yet. The bulk of my life is still ahead of me, and living with you has made me realize a few things."
"Like what?" Walter asked, feeling his head spin.
"Like the fact that I really do love you, Walter. Deep down I've always loved you. And you keep threatening me with those clowns, telling me you'll have me beaten up if I don't pay up, but I wonder if you would really send them after me. An hour ago, I was sure you would, but now I really wonder."
"An hour ago, I was sure I would," Walter nodded. "But you're right. I wouldn't hurt you, not really. I feel so stupid for letting what happened tonight take place."
"Well, I'm glad it happened," Florrie told him. "You see, those two men made me realize how much you must love the girls and me. They also made me realize the necessity for your having more than one woman at a time. You see, I loved getting it from more than one man at a time. And if we are to go on living here, I want you to marry me."
"Sure," Walter nodded. "And if I marry you and adopt the girls, then I don't get a piece of them, do I?"
"That's not true," Florrie told him. "You get me, and both girls for as long as you like, whenever you like."
"Huh?" Walter asked. "I don't get it."
"But you do get it, Walter. As often and as long as you like, until the girls grow up and finally decide to have lives of their own."
"That sounds terrific," Walter told her. "But what's the catch?"
"Well," Florrie answered, "just as you will probably make love to two or three of us at a time, I think each of us has the right to at least two men, as well."
"What?" Walter yelled.
"You heard me," Florrie insisted. "We have as much right to being double-fucked as you have to double-fuck. Now, come on, Walter. Fair is fair."
"Well, I suppose ... " he nodded. "But why do you want to marry me?"
"Aside from the fact that I really love you, I want your name. I want to live with you for the rest of my life and not have to worry you might get angry at me and throw me out."
"Are you sure you want to live with me after what I've done?" Walter asked.
"More than ever. And tomorrow, after you've gotten the doctor's report on Marge, I'm going to watch you fuck the two of them, and maybe join in myself. And I'm going to love you all the more for doing it."
CHAPTER TEN
The VD test on Marge came back negative, and that night they decided to celebrate by letting Walter take Eva's virginity. Earlier in the day, Walter and Florrie had blood tests of their own taken, and with a paper showing the negative results, had applied for a marriage license.
They had supper in a restaurant that night, then went back to the apartment. Marge and Eva showered in the tub-shower, while Walter and Florrie showered in the stall shower in his private bathroom. As he felt the raven-haired woman touch him all over and enhance his mood, Walter decided to move from this apartment and take a house in a nearby suburb where their privacy would be insured.
After the showers, after he and Florrie had dried one another off, the two nakedly stepped into Walter's bedroom where the girls were lying in bed, waiting for them.
"This time, I'll watch," Florrie told him.
"But in the future, I want to be a participant." She had chosen to watch because she didn't want to distract Walter when he began deflowering Eva. It could be painful, and if he concentrated on it properly, Eva's cherry would be broken quickly, and she would be able to enjoy the rest of the fuck. Once Walter's cock was inside Eva's body, Florrie intended pulling Marge away, as well, so there would be no distractions.
There was a large, overstuffed chair off to the side, and Florrie settled her lush, full, naked body into it. Her round breasts bobbled as she sat back, as if the nipples were eyeballs intent on watching everything.
Eva lay back, while Marge stood near the bed, and both girls were panting. Eva could feel the tension building in her.
"Don't be afraid, Eva," Walter whispered to her, glad this was all out in the open. Hiding what he had been doing with the girls from their mother had made him feel like a hypocrite, especially since he had told Florrie he'd intended fucking them, anyway. It was only an innate consideration he'd felt for her that had kept him from telling her what he'd done with them. Now it was all over. Now, Florrie seemed happy he was going to fuck her twelve-year-old.
Looking down at the young girl's body, he had to admit she was better-developed than most girls her age. He loved the pinkish-brown color of her dollar-sized aureole, each surrounding a solid nipple, already half swollen in anticipation. Each breast looked like a small white balloon, full, round, and delectable to look at even while she was lying back.
Marge was sitting at the foot of the bed, staring at her sister's body, admitting to herself Eva was starting to round out nicely. But as far as she was concerned, she was still built better.
"Hey, keep those thighs apart," the blonde girl teased, rubbing her sister's inner thighs. "I mean, let's all get a look at the treasure you keep there."
They all stared at the bare pout of Eva's tight little pussy, seeing the lush folds of pink labial flesh peeping out. Moisture was already wetting the pink wavy line of her inner lips.
Walter stared, breathing heavily, all but letting his tongue hang out. He watched as Marge leaned forward and kissed the top of her sister's left thigh. Florrie watched too, almost tempted to tell Marge to stop, but restraining herself when she saw the smile on Eva's face. She had come this far with the girls. What was so bad about each of them learning to make the other happy when there was no man around.
Eva shivered as Marge continued kissing her thigh. Walter leaned forward and kissed the twelve-year-old flush on the mouth. His tongue inserted itself into Eva's mouth, and after awhile she got the idea. Soon their tongues were leaping from mouth to mouth, fencing back and forth.
Meanwhile, Marge continued rubbing the flat of her hand against her younger sister's pudgy thigh, smoothing the way across the soft flesh, noting Eva was responding by opening her thighs even wider. Marge's fingers moved slowly to the pink center of Eva's honeyed slash, and she saw the younger girl's pussylips tremble with expectation. She touched Eva lightly on her sticky labia, feeling her sister tremble even more, and when she rubbed the flat of her hand up and down in that simmering center, Eva writhed and squirmed as the passion began building up in her. This was reflected in the stronger way she was kissing Walter.
In the incandescent light of the room, Florrie could see her younger daughter's creamy breasts rising and falling as her pinkish-brown nipples continued expanding. The sight affected Florrie, who began massaging her own chocolate nipples, causing them to grow and expand.
Walter, looking down at Eva's bullet-like nipples, took his mouth from hers, and slowly moved his lips down until they were encircling the girl's right nipple. Eva sighed, feeling the wet warmth of his mouth play on the nipple. She writhed and wriggled, forgetting about Marge and her on-looking mother. Her eyes were shining and glassy as her aching body felt bloated with passionate desire. Florrie watched the reactions of the trio on the bed, and she felt herself getting hotter and hotter. She watched Walter's oral digit lick across the full-grown nubbin of her daughter's tingling nipple before taking it between his teeth and lightly chewing on it.
Marge pushed a finger into her sister's tight, virgin pussy, worming it around and around in the girl's maiden tightness. She could hear the liquid sucking sounds made by Eva's vaginal walls as her finger rotated within. Like all the female members of her family, Eva lubricated heavily. Her sucking vaginal cave was a burning grotto of pooled sensuousness as her ass began bouncing on the bed. Marge continued pushing her finger deeper, seeking to feel the membrane only recently removed from her own vaginal interior. She felt the slick flood of heavy, viscous oil, lubricating the way for her penetrating finger. And as her manual digit pushed in, working from side to side, she felt Eva's walls widening a little, and she knew her sister would experience much less pain than she had felt. For this, she was glad.
When she finally touched the delicate tissue barrier, her sister jumped a little, and she instantly pulled her finger back. Then she began sawing it in and out, making Eva sensuously tremble.
Eva's loud panting urged Walter to suck harder as his mouth filled with her bloated little breast. He sucked for a few moments longer, then let his tongue lap down along the front of her trembling, girlish body. He licked avidly, and Eva wriggled all the more, enjoying every little thing he and her sister were doing to her.
Marge, seeing what he was doing, grabbed two pillows from the head of the bed, and shoved them under Eva's buttocks, raising them. Now the brown-haired girl was bent like an arch, with her head and feet dangling, but with her bare cunt thrust straight up, revealing the lush pinkness of her virginal temple within.
Florrie saw her cousin's mouth water as he stared into the delightful leaking center of Eva's hot snatch. She also saw the look of envy on Marge's face, and decided it wouldn't hurt to let Walter lap the two vaginas at once. Marge was entitled to get something from this, too.
"Wait," Florrie told him, standing up.
Walking over to them, she had Marge sit on Eva's belly, facing away from her sister, keeping her weight on her knees which were pressing into the bed on either side of Eva. Florrie lined up the two vaginas so it appeared they were almost one. Marge felt a strange, tickling sense of heated warmth flood through her body as Eva's bare pelvis pressed against the cheeks of her buttocks. Now she became more heated than ever, feeling her own juices start to boil and bubble.
"Now," Florrie told Walter, smiling at him, "you can have a double feast."
Walter, who had still been a little uncertain how Florrie would react when she saw him nakedly fucking her two daughters, was now convinced of Florrie's sincerity, when she claimed she wanted him to fuck her two daughters. He slowly approached the two vaginas, staring into their two centers. Christ! This was better than anything he might have thought up by himself. He could see Eva had the more pouting pussy lips, but Marge's seemed to quiver more, and were wetter. Marge's were also a richer pink.
His face was right up against Marge's vagina, the one on top, and he could smell the faint, delicate, natural aromatic scent within. As its essence curled through his nostrils, he felt a wave of giddiness pass through him and he had to shake his head to get rid of it. Christ! It smelled just as good now as it had the first time he'd licked it ...
His nose moved a little lower and he inhaled the delicious aroma emanating from Eva's young, hairless cunt. It too, smelled as if a floral bouquet were growing somewhere inside. It was a slightly stronger essence than the delicate fragrance wafting from Marge's cunt, yet it was just as tantalizing.
Marge felt her cousin's face coming closer and recalled how delightful it had been when he'd first lapped her cunt. God! This was a man who really knew how to make a girl happy.
And then Walter's face sank into the deep crack of Marge's seething vagina, pressing his nose and lips between her anxious, wide-open labia, licking up the sweet flavor her pussy emitted. His anxious tongue flicked up and down, dredging out the hidden juices inside the girl, and it took all of Marge's willpower not to start bouncing.
Florrie could see how much Walter was enjoying himself, and pictured all the things he would do once his face was pushed between her own loins. Right now, let her daughters enjoy him. Walter was a strong man with enough for all of them. And when the girls eventually left the roost to become wives themselves, she, Florrie, would have Walter all to herself, and she would enjoy him even more ... with a friend or two of his joining in now and again.
Walter lapped avidly, enjoying the pressure on his tongue as it slid into the frothing, foaming pussy only now beginning to emit a heavy abundance of oil. He lapped wildly, then let his tongue slither straight down into the steaming vagina of young Eva.
"Eeeee!" Eva gasped, jamming a fist into her mouth to keep herself from screaming any louder. The thrills of her cousin's working tongue, slavering up and down, lapping through her burning center, made her realize she was only on the threshold of delight.
Walter was enjoying himself as never before. The two young pussies were nectar to his anxious tongue, and he lapped wildly, licking one, then the other, letting his tongue begin at the bottom of Eva's, then licking all the way up to the top of Marge's, slurping all the juice from both on the way.
His tongue began dancing over both clitorises, tapping them fervently, enjoying the way both enlarged and broadened. Both girls felt his tongue slide into them, one at a time, and scoop out the reserves of oil they were manufacturing.
Walter lapped at Eva's pussy again, continuing to enjoy the river of cunt water flowing from inside her. He noticed the younger girl had a slightly longer clitoris than her sister, and pulled it between his lips, whipping it with his tongue and making Eva scream with unadulterated delight. Eva's young thighs reached out, trying to clutch his face between them. He responded by pushing his fingers under her and squeezing her rubbery asscheeks. The girl's pillow-like flesh surrendered to his kneading fingers, and he felt her buck insanely, letting him know he was really getting to her.
To Walter, this was nirvana. It had never occurred to him to lap two vaginas at the same time. And lapping two such wonderfully tasty pussies was really something fantastic. Two raw, liquid filled, fragrant, clam-like interiors with aromatic scents designed to make a man think he was in paradise.
Marge felt him push his face against her teeming young vagina, pressing his tongue all the way into her as if trying to fuck her with it. She could feel her lubrication pouring out, drenching his face, running down her thighs, dripping onto her sister's bare pelvis.
His tongue returned to licking her clitoris, and Marge shivered, completely out of control. His moving tongue was really getting to her, making her feel as if she were aflame with anxious thrills. He squashed the flat of his lapping tongue against her extended pink bead, and she vibrated insanely as his thumb slid into her tight center. In order to gain leverage, he shoved his middle finger into the tightness of Eva's hairless nookie. He kept shoving the finger deeper until he could feel the younger girl's tender hymen. The pressure of his hand made the two girls bounce insanely, and only Marge's maintaining her weight on her knees kept her from breaking her sister's young pelvis with her bouncing ass.
"Wowwww!" Eva screamed, bouncing her round asscheeks up and down on the pillows beneath. The very force of her coming down so hard each time made the bedsprings creak their protest.
Marge's flatter ass was corkscrewing around the thumb he had embedded in her pussy, though his face between her thighs kept her from bouncing too much. When he pulled his thumb out, he replaced it with his lashing tongue, sinking it as far into her sodden cunt as it would go. She was tightening her thighs around his face, feeling his clean shaven cheeks moving back and forth as his tongue continued lapping in and out of her. She began a series of wild, almost horizontal shuddering, feeling him slice his wicked tongue through the thrilling interior of her flaming pussy. The only time he would pull his tongue out would be to lap at her small, swollen clitoris. Her thighs were putting more and more pressure on his skull, as if trying to crack it like some oversized eggshell.
And then her body became totally rigid. She shoved both hands into the bed on either side of Eva, behind her as she screamed a loud, "AAAH!"
She came with maddening spurts, jetting lubrication into her cousin's sweat slick face.
"Enough!" Florrie called out. "Now do what you set out to do with Eva."
Marge rolled off her sister's body, falling to the floor, then coming up on her feet. She stared at Walter's hard cock, noting it was longer, thicker, and more blood-filled than ever before. That was the cock she had sucked on, and would, in all likelihood suck on it again, though she knew it would fill her cunt and her asshole, as well. But now she could see how anxious he was to drill into Eva's tight little well. Secretly, she wanted to see him do it, wondering what a cock going into a cunt looked like. Her sister's tiny slash was dripping with anxiety, a stunning pink gash cut into the fulcrum between her delicate thighs. The pouting lips seemed to tease Walter, urging him to sink his pole inside.
Walter's brain was a series of licentious pictures as he kneeled between Eva's tender, girlish thighs. He waited while Florrie grabbed one thigh and pulled, and Marge tugged on the other. His hungry eyes feasted on the sight of the rich cunt.
"Go on," Florrie insisted. "Fuck my daughter, Walter. Fuck her, take her virginity, just as you wanted to take mine, years ago. This is the chance you have been waiting for. When you fuck Eva, you fuck me. Do it, Walter!"
Walter moved himself forward, guiding his cock straight ahead. Yes, Florrie was right. Fucking Eva, taking her cherry, would make up for his not having taken Florrie's.
The aroused purple knob was parting the inner lips, and he could feel their rich, pink, wet tightness surround the heavy glans. Eva shuddered with anticipation, gasping, knowing there would have to be some pain. But just as the pain had disappeared when his cock had penetrated her asshole, so it would quickly disappear once his steam-pole was totally buried In her tight box. Her youthful, bobbling breasts seemed more alive and shimmering than ever, for though her mind refused to accept what was happening, her body was eagerly looking forward to it.
Slowly, gently, the thick prick wedged its way into her tight, seething channel, moving deeper and deeper into the tight, squeezing, rubbery entrance of her steaming vagina. Her thighs were already adjusting, pressing against his hips, unconsciously attempting to pull him into her girlish body. He moved forward a bit more, adjusting his cock once to make certain it was heading straight in, inching the mighty pole ever deeper. Eva squirmed feeling the pain, but refusing to cry out. The pain in her rectum had been far worse when this same cock had widened it.
Florrie looked at her daughter's face, hoping the girl didn't feel the same kind of pain she had felt the first time a cock had entered her. Her lover, the father of the two girls, had been a mere boy himself at the time, and had been totally inexperienced. As a result, there had been more pain than was necessary.
Eva suddenly realized the pain was more an annoyance than a hurt. For some reason, her vaginal walls were far more elastic than her anal tunnel, and they seemed to stretch with almost no pain whatsoever.
"Annnhh ... " she gasped, her body leaping a little as the blunted point of his throbbing cock touched her elastic hymen.
And then the pole, still pushing gently forward, was tearing her hymen as easily as if it were made of tissue paper. Eva felt a sting, but no strong pain. She began writhing and churning as he ploughed all the way into her, but it wasn't because of pain. The pleasure she was feeling was suddenly so overpowering, she believed an orgasm was very near. The burning, crushing clutch of her vagina tightly clasped his cock, squeezing it more and more tightly.
Florrie, standing behind them, saw her husband-to-be's cock was buried in Eva's cunt, right to the testicles, and she shuddered, remembering how wonderful it had felt when that same cock had been stuffed inside her.
"Fuck me, Cousin Walter," Eva begged. "It feels good. Fuck me, and fuck me, and fuck me."
Florrie motioned to Marge, beckoning her to come out of the room with her. What was left belonged to Walter and Eva. Eva had a right to enjoy her defloration by herself.
Slowly, carefully, not wanting to cause Eva pain, Walter tugged his mighty siege engine back, easing it out of the twelve-year-old's pussy, then he slowly pushed it back in. He used long, lengthy strokes, moving in and out with faster thrusts as time passed. How he managed to keep his sperm inside him all this time was a mystery to him, because the pressure of Eva's vagina was overpowering. More than once he had to shift and change his position to keep himself from coming before the girl. He had to make Eva come first.
"I can feel it," Eva was gasping. "Keep going, Cousin Walter. Keep going. I'm almost there. Yes, yes, yes ... "
Her eager, screaming voice made Walter slam his throbbing cock all the way into her tight vagina. Neither of them heard Marge and Florrie walk out of the room.
Walter was ramming his stiff cock almost all the way into the young girl's body. In another year or two she would be deep enough to take all of him. For now, it was enough to feel how wonderfully tight she seemed.
He was fucking wildly, insanely, feeling her burning cunt solidly grip his thrusting pole. Christ! The girl was a living pool of quicksand, sucking him deeper and deeper into her.
Eva threw her body up against his, taking as much of his length as would fit into her. Her young loins tightly clutched Walter between them.
Walter knew there was no way he could hold back any longer. He could feel the heavy rumbling in his balls, and he knew the time for his orgasm had arrived. The sperm began rolling inside him, running up into the tube in the underside of his throbbing penis, and then it was out of him, blasting into the tight, crushing container of the girl's tight vagina.
"YYYAAARRRGGHH!" he screamed, spouting great geysers of white fluid into the little girl's flooding cunt. More and more of the foaming sperm poured into Eva's young body, splattering her vaginal interior, inundating her young cervix, enhancing the thrills building up inside her tender body.
Eva, feeling the steaming fluid burn through her, anxiously pumped her young body higher and higher, aching to feel the throbbing sensation of her own mounting orgasm.
She worked her body against his until the ever-growing thrill slammed into her with the force of a dynamite blast.
"EEEEYYY AAGGHH!" she screamed, wildly bucking, her thighs clutching Walter all the more tightly ...
