The breed of teenager today is totally different from a generation ago. In fact, teens today are different from teens of only five years ago. The girls of today are extremely aggressive. They refuse to take a backseat to the males when it comes to making advances. They feel they have the right to know about life as quickly as possible, and from the best sources available, though "life" to them means sex-life more than anything else.
This is a book about two such precocious teenage girls. They are not amoral, for they do have a sense of right and wrong, but they are unable to conceive of sexual occurrences as being wrong. To them, only narrow-minded people equate sexual pleasure with evil. If it feels good and it is good, and it hurts no one, then do it. This is precisely what they do. Being somewhat intelligent and careful, at least one of them takes the proper precautions, while the other is just plain lucky. Nevertheless, at no time do they do anything to harm anyone, and any pain that is caused is caused to themselves, and that, solely in the learning process; pain that will never be repeated.
There are many who will look askance at these girls, saying, girls don't really behave that way. Whether or not girls do or don't behave that way, no one has the right to set him or herself up as a moral judge of anyone else, and that, more than anything else, is what this book attempts to bring out.
THE PUBLISHERS
Chapter One
Michele was an ordinary teenage girl with ordinary teenage hopes and dreams. She loved Robert Reriford and Burt Reynolds, was well aware of all the things a teenage girl was not supposed to do, and up to now, in order to keep her mommy and daddy happy, had abstained from allowing any boys to so much as touch her. However, Michele was only human. She was also extremely curious, which was the right of any normal teenager.
Michele was the last of four daughters. After she had been born, her father had stopped trying for the son he would never have. Like both her parents and three sisters, Michele was a redhead. In fact, she was the only daughter to have hair of pure flame like her father. Her oldest sister had hair that was two tinges lighter than her own, her second sister had hair that was strawberry-blonde, her third sister had red hair somewhere between that of her first two sisters, but she, Michele, was the only one with hair of pure fire.
Like all three of her sisters, Michele had developed at an early age, so that even though only in her teens, she had the kind of body that made males from six to a hundred and six swivel there heads whenever she walked by. Her face, though as different from those of her three sisters as they were from one another, was no less beautiful. She had flaming red, naturally thin eyebrows, long eyelashes, large blue eyes, a short nose witli what looked like the littlest point on the end, and a lovely heart-shaped little mouth.
All her life Michele had been happy-go-lucky and carefree. When she wanted to find out about sex, she went to her second sister, Elsa, who had gotten married at eighteen and so was supposed to be an expert. Elsa had told her that it hurt like hell the first time, hurt a little less the second time, and got progressively less painful each time until, after about the tenth time, all the pain was gone.
Michele had taken her sister's word for it, and was thus convinced not to indulge herself sexually until marriage -until two things happened to change her mind. Each thing had to do with one of .her sisters. Michele loved them both, that is, she loved both her single sisters as much as she did her married sister, and since Elsa had told them of the pains involved in sex, Michele was certain neither of her sisters would be foolish enough to do anything with a boy. In that assumption she was only half-right although she was totally wrong in her belief that her sisters would in no way sexually indulge themselves. They both did, each in a different way, a way that both shocked and intrigued Michele at the same time. But it was the second indulgence that would alter the course of Michele's life and bring her into contact with Cousin Brett, whose last name, Forestor, was the same as her own. He was her father's cousin, first cousin-once removed, a handsome devil, too. But Cousin Brett came a little later.
Chapter Two
It was a Sunday, and Michele's parents were visiting some friends, leaving her in the charge of her oldest sister, Cora. Cora was in her early twenties, still single, an absolutely breathtaking beauty, with flawless white skin that tended to freckle in the Florida sun, even if it was only May. Cora's features were softer, more angelic-looking than those of Michele. She was three inches taller than her youngest sister, and felt that even if Michele was short, at her present age, she was old enough so that she didn't need constant watching. What she didn't realize was that Michele, left on her own, would be the one to do the watching.
"Cora was five-feet-four, slender and willowy, save for a firm, upthrust pair of lovely breasts, breasts which, at present were hidden inside the halter of a white micro-mini bikini, as her pubic flesh was hidden by the lower part of the bathing suit, a bathing suit so brief, Cora had been forced to trim her pubic hairs in order to keep them from showing.
"Michele," Cora said, as a Corvette pulled up in front of their two-story Florida home. "I'm going to the old swimming hole with Marshall. You behave! Ill be back long before the folks come home."
The old swimming hole referred to a swimming pool in the backyard of a neighbor down the block. Said neighbor left Florida at the end of April and didn't return until the beginning of October. But the neighbor left all the utilities running in the house, and that included the filter for the swimming pool. But since there was no one around to cut the grass, trim the bushes, and slice the branches from overhanging trees, the backyard looked a lot like some moss-covered area out in the woods.
The Forester girls were really the only ones aware of the fact that the pool filter was still working, and this had come about by accident when Joycie, the third sister, had cut through the neighbor's yard one day from a girl-friend's house by making her way through the thick hedges that separated the two backyards, and had unlocked the high gate attached to the eight-foot-high picket fence, in order to walk to the front of the house, and from there, hurry down the block to her own home. She had told her three sisters about it, and from that time on, the girls had quietly gone swimming there on their own, making sure there was nothing left behind to betray their presence.
Michele watched Cora saunter down the block with Marshall. He was tall, good-looking, with brown hair, brown eyes, a little on the skinny side, but a basically nice guy. What the heck! She felt like a little swim herself, and Michele was certain her sister wouldn't mind if she took a dip in the pool herself.
Going into the house, Michele changed into her one-piece zebra-striped bathing suit, then, with a towel over her shoulder, she closed up the house, and began sauntering down the block. When she reached the house where the pool was located, Michele looked around to make certain she was unobserved, then walked over to the gate, but noticed her sister had taken the trouble to latch it from the inside.
Now that wasn't fair. Michele had as much right to use the swimming hole as Cora. So she walked all the way around the block, found the house her third sister, Joycie, had told her about, noted no one was home, walked through to the backyard, then found the unobtrusive opening in the hedge, and very quietly began worming her way through. The hedge hid her completely from both sides at one point, and looking through to where the swimming pool was, Michele stopped, stock still, shocked by what she was seeing.
She saw her sister's bathing suit hanging on a tree limb, the two pieces wet, but her sister was totally naked in front of Marshall, who had a huge bulge in the front of his trunks. Michele gasped, realizing what was going on. Her teenage curiosity made her watch in silence.
"Shit, Cora," the man was saying. "Have a heart. Don't make me stand here like this, just looking at that fantastic bod of yours. You know damn well I can't stand it."
Cora's breasts, slightly smaller than Michele's, were plainly in view, two round apples with pink circles on the ends, and pink nubbins thrusting up from the center of each circle.
"So," Cora teased. "You like what you see, huh."
"Damn you," Marshall muttered. "You're a little cock-teaser, that's what you are ..."
When she turned her delightfully round rump to him, he moved over to her, spun her around again, and let his eyes drink their fill of her full and lovely breasts.
"Well now, this isn't fair," Cora insisted. "Here I am, totally naked, and you still have the best part of you covered. Come on, Marshall, off with the trunks and give little Cora a good look at the wonderful three-piece set you sport."
Marshall shuddered, then smiled, and Michele realized the man was going to strip naked. His back was to her, but then he turned around as if intent on teasing Cora for a moment as he tugged his trunks down, and the sixteen-year-old girl had her first look at a naked erection. Seeing it both thrilled and chilled her at the same time. It was so long, so thick, with a bright-red tip. Wow! No wonder Elsa had said it hurt so much when her husband had jammed it into her.
Then Marshall turned around to face Cora, his eyes still burning with lust. The sight of his pointing cock thrilled Cora. Unbeknownst to her sister, Cora had been fucking regularly with Marshall for about two weeks, and the thrill of seeing his cock each time was still new enough so that she was totally wild with desire.
Unlike her younger sister Elsa, Cora had experienced minimal pain the first time, and thereafter none at all, in spite of Marshall's size. Nevertheless, each time she caught a glimpse of his massive cock, she was awed by it, aware that if he rammed it into her too quickly, she would probably feel pain. What was more, from the look of things, Marshall hadn't brought any protection, and she didn't want him shooting in her cunt. She was fortunate in one respect, and that was, she had an elastic hymen that, for some reason or other had refused to snap, and so was forced to the side each time his cock entered her cunt. Thus she would always be able to preserve the illusion of virginity.
"Let's go for a real swim, first," Cora insisted, trying hard to hide her anxiety.
Before Marshall was able to argue, she turned her lovely rounded pink rump to him, wiggled it a bit, and stepped over to the deep part of the pool. She poised herself on the edge, ready to dive the instant he tried grabbing her.
But Marshall fooled her. Instead of grabbing for the beautiful redhead, he swatted her on the butt as he ran past her and went jumping into the water. Her well-rounded buttocks quivered like jello, and she shouted, "Hey!" But Marshall was now in the water, and Cora had been sprayed with water because of his jumping in.
"You son of a. . . you splashed me!" she gasped, and she good-naturedly jumped right in after him.
As Michele raised her head to watch, she noticed her sister wasn't coming up in a hurry. Cora glided along like an otter, as if looking for something to eat. She wiggled around, looked up, spotted Marshall's jutting cock, reached up, and suddenly grabbed it. The hot fleshy stem seemed much cooler under water, but she still felt the pulsing thickness of the massive organ.
"Whaaa!!!" Marshall gasped, feeling himself being pulled under the water for a moment. He thrashed around, reached down, freed his cock, then grabbed her full breasts and all but hoisted her out of the water, tugging on them.
"Hey, what the heck do you think you're doing?" Cora gasped, spitting out some water.
"I'm showing you the way to caress someone," he told her. "See, you don't tug quite so hard," and he drew her body close to his.
He kissed Cora on her mouth, his tongue flashing between her teeth, sinking to the deepest part of her throat. Cora felt heat flooding through her body as the kiss lasted a long, long time. Any anxiety she might have had, had long since faded. Her legs drifted apart, and she trembled as she felt the solid head of Marshall's throbbing phallus rub against the exposed hair-surrounded opening. From where she was hiding, Michele saw her sister had a lot more hair around her vagina than she, Michele, had.
The young girl sighed as she watched her sister clamp her legs tightly around the prodding length of the penis. The air rushed from her nostrils in twin jetstreams as Cora felt the head of Marshall's burning cock slide up and down against her seething vaginal lips. The woman moaned, still sucking on the man's tongue, her teeth clamped firmly, but not painfully on it. Her breasts were swollenly engorged, almost to where she thought her nipples would burst as she ground her chest against his. She thought the shuddering little pink fingers on the ends of her breast would burst at any moment.
"Gotta fuck you, you beautiful bitch!" Marshall said just loud enough for Michele to hear, making the younger girl squirm in her hidden covey.
"Uuuuuhhhh ... I don't know . . ." Cora teased.
Oh God! She loved the feel of Marshall's big cock plunging into her simmering cauldrom of desire, but she knew once he started, he might not be able to stop in time, and he might shoot a hot load into her aching pussy. What was more, once that big cock was stroking inside her, she knew damn well she wouldn't want it to stop. She wanted it. . . and yet. . . she knew it might be the wrong thing to do. ... at least without some kind of protection.
"Come on, but of the water," Marshall insisted, tugging her by the wrist. "I know what's worrying you, and take it easy, huh. I'm not going to come inside you... not until we're married, anyway. Come on, I'll show you all the things we can do."
Bewildered, still pretty much a novice when it came to sex, Cora allowed herself to be led from the pool over to a blanket they had spread on the concrete, nearby. She lay down, belly-up, and Marshall did something he had never done with Cora before. He slid down her body, parted her thighs, and placed his face between them, his mouth mashing itself against Cora's full-lipped vagina.
"Oh G-o-o-o-o-dddd!!!" Cora gasped, shuddering with delight, and Michele, seeing how much her sister was enjoying it, was aware of seepage between her own thighs. Without thinking, she reached down and pushed fingers inside the legband of her one-piece suit, and she rubbed her pussylips, not touching her clitoris. The was one of the few things no one had discussed with Michele, and seeing it, the lovely redheaded girl ached to have it happen to her.
Cora lay back gasping, her legs spread as wide as possible. She thrilled to every little probing motion of the hotly driving tongue.
The tension began building in the slippery hallway of Cora's hot cunt the instant Marshall's tongue began delving. She dug her heels into the blanket beneath her for leverage, and then rammed upward with her slender hips. Cora was well aware this would mean some kind of oral retaliation on her part, but with Marshall she wasn't the least bit reluctant. She had been sucking his cock for almost a month now, even longer than she had allowed him to fuck her, but this was the first time he had ever licked her pussy. As far as Cora was concerned, this was a sign of true love on Marshall's part. The knowledge that he was doing this to her made her ache to retaliate and show him how much she adored him.
"My love!" she whimpered, thrusting her body up and down as his tongue delved into her creaming cunnus, then licked out, but purposely seemed to avoid touching her clitoris for a moment. She moaned, "Let me suck your cock while you do this to me .. . please ... I love the feel of your cock in any part of me."
"Not this time," Marshall said, just loud enough for the masturbating Michele to hear. "I have a much better idea, Cora. Look, you just roll over, get up on your knees, and hoist that lovely ass in the air."
Cora hesitated for the briefest fraction of a second. She knew Marshall would have already buried his cock into the depths of her cuntal crypt, and she wouldn't have stopped him had he wanted her that bad. He had her so wrought up and aroused, she was totally incapable of refusing him anything he wanted. The feel of his mouth on her cunt had only intensified her desire to have him penetrate her somewhere . . . anywhere.
Turning over onto her belly, Cora rose to her knees, pushing her lovely pink-white ass up into the air. Marshall kneeled behind her, reaching forward, and gripping her breasts as if they were handles, fondling her nipples.
"What are you going to do?" Cora asked, already certain she knew the answer, but wanting to hear it from his lips.
"I'm gonna fuck you a little, honey," he told her, his voice a heated whisper of anxiety. "I'll go crazy if I don't fill that hot pussy of yours with my cock for a little while."
"Ahhhh .. . yessss .. ."Cora sighed expectantly, her body built to the peak of desire so that she ached to feel the thickness of his throbbing organ moving into her juicy honeypot.
Marshall ran the head of his cock around the lovely pink rim, and from the angle at which she was watching, Michele was able to see it all, including the way her sister shuddered with anticipation. His hands had released Cora's breasts and rubbed the head of his cock all the more vigorously against her oily opening. Then he placed the head of his penis against the tight little orifice and pushed.
The swollen cock-head began parting the soft, pink flesh of Cora's seething pussy very slowly. The girl's cunt was plainly tight, and Michele wondered why Cora wasn't screaming in all kinds of agony. She was certain her own narrow aperture would be reeking with agony at being stretched so wide by the monstrous thickness of Marshall's cock.
"Unnnnhhhh! Jesus! Haaaannnnhhhh! It's splitting me right down the middle," Cora gasped, her voice filled with a choking sound, but even Michele recognized the strangling sound of lust rather than the sound of agony.
"Just a little deeper beautiful," Marshall sighed, his voice insistent as he continned slowly powering forward. "Ahhhh!"
The entire flanged head of his cock had popped into the super-heated embouchure of Michele's sister's cunt. Slowly, very slowly Marshall continued easing more and more of his lengthy organ into the incredibly succulent warmth of Michele's sister's cunt, feeling the wonderfully delightful and slavering thrill of her interior.
Cora whimpered with delight, just a little, as the man continued feeding even more of his masculine penile meat into the sweet resistance constantly offered by her tight vagina. She relaxed, but even then, the pressure of his widening cock seemed like too much.
Marshall finally fitted every last inch of his cock into the steamy oven of Cora's seething cunt, his hairy pelvis rubbing against her asscheeks as the head of his cock pressed against the backwall of her vaginal well. God! She had a cunt that seemed tailor-made for the length and breadth of his cock. To his delight, he fitted in perfectly, with none of his penile base exposed, but at the same time able to touch every last little bit of her clutching interior, even with the pushed-aside hymen still there. It was something that would remain in place until Cora gave birth to her first child. Michele heard the sucking sound of her sister's juicy little box as Marshall worked his cock circularly inside without trying to pull back. His hands reached around her thighs and tugged her all the more firmly against him as his extended fingers moved between her legs and touched her tingling clitoris. An overpowering flash of pleasure washed through the bent-forward Cora, her pierced cunt thrilling more than ever before because this was the first time Marshall was using something other than the standard missionary position. His cock slid back just a little now, then thrust forward, shooting another jolt of pure pleasure through Cora.
Michele watched her sister's reactions, her fingers feverishly searching for that part of her own cunt that would make her react as Marshall's fingers were making Cora react, even though most of it had to do with the burial of his cock in her steaming kiln. She stared as Marshall drew his pulsing penis all the way back, then slammed it in again. He fucked more rapidly now, and Cora picked up the rhythm from him, backing into him with the same motion.
"Oh my God!" Cora was gasping. "This is so good!"
Michele suddenly found her clitoris with her fingers and the touch sent lightning bolts of sensation blasting through her as she continued watching. So this was why everyone enjoyed sex so much! The desire in her own virginal cunt was rapidly building, and she eeled a finger forward and pushed the tip into her own little love hole, making her aware of what it was like to have pressure against her vulva for the first time.
"Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!" the beautiful redheaded woman gasped at the man whose cock was ramming into her. "Fuck that big, wonderful cock all the way into me and keep doing it until we both come! I have to come! I feel tingly all over, even my rear-end. Fuck me! Fuck me harrrrd!"
The man continued jamming his long, thick cock all the harder and deeper into the beautiful redheaded woman's seething feminine fenestra, moving faster and faster, giving it to her deep and hard, the way they both liked it. But he had no condom on, and he had no intention of popping a load into her. He loved her too much. Yes, she was the woman he intended marrying. But her mentioning feeling a tingle in her rectum gave him another idea.
Abruptly, he pulled his long, thick, hard cock from the wet velvet of her sucking vagina. He intended coming, and if what she told him was true, then she would come, too.
"Cora!" he gasped, his penile point rubbing against her rectal opening. "Do you believe I love you?"
"Yes, damn you, now ram it back into my cunt," she begged.
Even Michele wondered why Marshall had stopped. It had all looked so heavenly, she was unable to figure out why the man had pulled his paradise pump from the seething succulence of her sister's interior. Having sought for, and finally found her own pleasure button, Michele, on her knees, didn't stop massaging her clitoris.
"Because I love you, I can't come in your cunt," Marshall said to Cora. "But I can come in another place in your body, and from what you just told me, you'll feel it just as strongly in there."
"Wha . . . hhhhuuuuhhhh!" Cora gasped, and then suddenly let out a wheezing gasp.
The thick cock slowly, ever-so-slowly, began moving into the narrowly tight chute of her rectal interior. He strained himself to be gentle, and Cora wiggled and squirmed and jerked about, but he held her tightly in place as the head of his cock delved deeper and deeper into the narrow tunnel that was her rectum. But Marshall had strained himself to the point where he was no longer able to be gentle. His fingers touched Cora's clitoris, and he began massaging it madly as he started to wildly pump in and out of her rectum.
At first, Cora felt searing, mind-bending agony in the narrow chute that was her rectum. She had no idea why the man she loved was insisting on fucking her this way. She sobbed, doing her best to pull away, but his hands had too firm a hold on her thigh-fronts and vagina, and she discovered the pain became unbearable if she fought him.
"Easy, easy, take it easy," Marshall whispered in her ear. "Just give it a chance, honey, a little bit of a chance. You'll see! You'll like it, I promise." He stopped pumping.
Cora moaned by way of an answer, keeping herself perfectly still for fear of even more pain, but her mind realized the torment in her bum was slowly but surely receding. His finger continued massaging her clitoris, and hidden nerve-endings of lust once again sprang to life. Little by little waves of delight washed over her from her fingered clitoris, and the oils seeping from his penis soon had her anus soothed. The pain rapidly faded.
Marshall slowly pulled his cock back a little now, and then slid it back into her, testing her reaction. No groan this time. No sound at all. Then he thrust forward a bit longer and harder. On.the third thrust, Cora was moving her asscheeks back to meet his thrust.
Michele stared, unable to believe it. Her sister liked it. She likes the pressure of a cock in her rectum as well as one in her vagina. This was something she wouldn't be able to ask questions about. If she asked Cora, Cora would be certain to know Michele had spied on her. If she asked Elsa, her strait-laced sister would think her depraved. If she asked Joycie, her older teenage sister would probably throw up. No, this was something Michele wouldn't be able to ask anyone now. She would have to wait and ask someone else -but only when the time was right.
"That's it. .. that's it, honey!" the handsome Marshall was softly crooning to Cora as he continued fucking into the warmth of her tight little asshole, moving his cock with increasing speed. "You can take it, honey, you can really take it, all the way to the hilt in that hot little bunghole of yours. What's more, you like the feeling, too."
The man grabbed the lovely redheaded woman's pendulous breasts and squeezed them in the palms of his hands for a moment, then gripped both breasts with one hand as he returned to massaging her clitoris. She mewled with happiness and humped her hot cunt against the pressure of his ringers. Her ass rose and fell steadily with his thrusting as she panted and gasped and shuddered.
"Oh God! I'm going to come .. . I'm going to come! This is crazy, but with your cock in my ass I'm going to come!" Cora cried.
"Me too," Marshall gasped at her. "That lovely asshole of yours is so fucking tight! Oh God!"
Her head down, her eyes tightly closed, the beautiful redheaded oldest sister slammed her buttocks back to the driving thrust of her future husband's cock. The blood vessels in her neck seemed to stand out in deep blue agains the marble-whiteness of her skin, and perspiration was pouring frantically off her body as the first of a string of shattering orgasms tore through her body, making her knees bounce on the blanket beneath her.
"AAAAYYYYIIIIGGGGHHHHAAAAGGH" Cora shrieked, the wail sheer bliss.
The spasms throughout her entire body were incredible, ana! what made it more incredible was her feeling of orgasms in her rectum and her vagina at the same time, though nothing was inside her vagina at this moment. Her breasts had swollen to an even larger size, and her nipples throbbed.
"OHHHH . . . YYEEAAHH... HHHAA NNGGGHHH . . .AAHH!" This time it was Marshall, and a steady spray of hot sperm drenched the tight rectal interior of Cora Forester's body. The heatedly spewing prick drove deep into the narrowness of her asshole. Flowing warmth filled her well-fucked rectal tunnel, and hot juice was soon flowing out of her ass. Only after his cock had shrunk did he withdraw it.
Michele was amazed to see how tiny the huge penis had become. She was also caught up in her own mini-orgasm.
"Like it?" Marshall was panting.
"Enough for more," Cora nodded, and Michele began to understand her sister's need. But this was not why she eventually went to New York.
Chapter Three
Joycie was only a little older than Michele. Her hair was neither the fiery red of Michele's, nor was it the soft-red of their mother, which was the same color as Cora's hair. Joycie had hair that was red without being deep-red.
Michele loved all her sisters equally, but hung around with Joycie the most because Joycie was closest to her own age. But in the past week, Michele had noticed Joycie had suddenly become distant. Her slightly older sister was hanging around with a girl Michele had never really cared for, basically because the girl was closer to Cora's age, but she never went out with boys.
Vicky Lang lived next-door to the Foresters, and her parents, like those in the house where "the old swimming hole" was located, went away during the spring and summer months, and returned during the autumn. But Vicky always stayed behind. Vicky had jet-black hair, with deep-burning eyes, a wide nose, and a thin slash of a mouth. Joycie was hanging around with Vicky more and more.
Joycie was the tallest member of the family. She was five-feet, nine inches in height, which made her an inch taller than their father. She was slim, svelte, with small breasts, narrow hips, and looked like a model. On day soon she would become a model. But her father didn't want Joycie running with such people at her present age.
It was the same day that she had seen Cora being ass-fucked by Marshall that Michele returned home. She found the front door unlocked, and she knew she hadn't left it that way. Going inside, she saw Joycie rushing toward the door.
"Hey, what's the hurry?" she asked her sister, who turned her turned-up nose in her direction and smilingly said, "Can't stop now, gotta hurry."
Sheesh! Seemed like everyone was in a hurry.
Going to her room, Michele was about to strip off her bathing suit, feeling her crotch sodden with her own juices, when she peered out the window. Her window overlooked the house next door, and she saw Joycie going into the house through a side door.
Now what the hell was so important for Joycie to go running next door? Michele was still burning with curiosity, and decided to find out.
Putting on a terrycloth bathrobe, she hurried downstairs, once again locked the front door with the key in her robe pocket, and she slipped across the alleyway. Joycie had left the side door unlocked, and Michele opened it and slipped into the two-story house. She was standing, on a small stairway, and she heard soft voices coming from the basement where Joycie had once told her Vicky's bedroom was located. Her feet were covered with gummed rubber sandals, and she quietly eased down the stairs and saw a light coming from a room off to the right. Moving closer to the room, she peered around the doorway. It was dark in the hallway, and the light was not thrown toward the door, but in the opposite direction, so she was all but invisible to anyone inside.-
Joycie, wearing slacks and a blouse, was lying on Vicky's bed, on her side, actually facing Michele, but unable to see her sister. Vicky, with a white blouse pulled out of her own shorts, was kneeling on the bed beside Joycie.
"So you tried making it with a guy last night, huh?" Vicky was saying.
"Uh-huh!" Joycie nodded.
"Well, what happened?"
"I'm still a virgin," Joycie sighed. "Oh, I finally pulled him off, but he didn't like it, and I didn't like it, either. I'm not going to see him again."
Vicky moved around and snuggled close to Joycie in such a way she prevented Michele from seeing too much, although an old wall mirror a small one across the room, let Michele see a little of what was happening as Vicky snuggled against Joycie's small breasts. Vicky's fingers were touching Joycie's cheeks, her chin, and her lips as she finally said, "I think you have to face up to it, Joycie. You're going to have a hard time finding Mr. Wonderful." Joycie was beginning to pant all the faster. "Until you do find the right man, the thing for you to do is to console yourself the way I told you, with a girl . . . with me!" She let her hands stray until they came to rest against the small outcroppings of Joycie's heavily panting breasts. "Face the facts!"
Michele, watching, was unable to believe this, but she decided not to interfere. Her sisters had a right to each find happiness in her own way, and she, Michele, being the youngest, certainly had no idea just what was right for anyone else. Heck! She wasn't even certain what was right for herself.
"I just don't know," Joycie was saying.
Vicky squeezed the small mounds again, and sent a blast of heat searing through Joycie. It affected Vicky as well. Vicky was a dyed-in-the-wool bi-sexual, and she loved innocent girls like Joycie, as well as men.
She smiled in a disarming way, then unbuttoned Jpycie's blouse and slid her hand inside to cover the bra-less breasts, squeezing them. Her practiced fingers tweaked the taut nipples as she murmured, "What did you feel when you looked at him? Especially when you saw his cock?"
Joycie grimaced, and a fleeting expression of disgust flitted across her beautiful face. Shuddering, she said, Yucccchhhh!"
Vicky grinned and squeezed the other woman's breasts again, saying, "Does he have a big cock?"
"Big is a relative word," Joycie insisted. "He has about seven inches. Is that big?"
"A little bigger than the norm" the other girl nodded, teasing as her fingers squeezed the redheaded girl's bosom. "Tell me, was he all hairy down there? Did he have lots and lots of hair around his balls and his cock?"
"Please, I'd rather not talk about it," Joycie insisted. "The mere thought is so disgusting."
Michele's eyes were wide. What in heaven's name was wrong with her sister that she disliked talking about male genitals. Cora had loved Marshall's hairy "three-piece-set," as she had called it, and watching Cora, Michele had felt all kinds of hot flushes, eventually inducing her own initial orgasm. How was it humanly possible for any girl not to fall in love with a man's cock and balls. Even if the man himself was not so great, if he had a nice long cock, and heavy balls, a girl would be able to put a sack on his head and then go to town, as long as he smelled nice, that was.
Michele noticed Vicky's eyes had lit up as she proceeded to remove Joycie's blouse and expose the firm mounds of her breasts. The word titties came to mind. Michele hated that word because all the boys at school had teased her unmercifully at the time she had been developing, referring to her "titties." But in Joycie's case, the word seemed to fit. She had the smallest breasts of all the women in the family. Heck! Even their father had bigger breasts than Joycie, but their father was more than slightly overwieght, and as a result, had bigger breasts than most women -though it was pure fatty tissue.
Michele watched in utter amazement as the dark-haired girl slipped her sister's slacks and panties off. Joycie was totally naked, and Michele wondered how her sister was able to allow another woman to touch her as a man might. Not that she, herself, was disgusted; merely curious. After all, it was obvious Vicky intended loving Joycie, to some extent, the way Marshall have the wherewithal to penetrate Joycie.
Vicky was stroking the firm white swells with the small pink caps, as she sighed aloud, "I know your problem, Joycie."
"Oh?" Joycie asked, lying on her back, behaving nonchalantly, as if unmindful of the treatment Vicky was giving her, though her breath was definitely quickening.
To Joycie it seemed very natural to be here on this bed with the other woman, who by now, was as naked as she. She had to admit, she loved the tender, gentle way the other woman stroked her breasts and caressed the balance of her body. Vicky had a deft touch that no man seemed capable of equalling, her fingers so tallented as they stroked her flesh again and again. The man who had touched her the last time had been heavy-handed, gross, animalistic. At least Vicky didn't have a hairy body like a man. Even the powderpuff between Vicky's thighs was sparse compared to the bush surrounding the man's cock.
"You just hate men," Vicky went on explaining. "You're like me. You think of them as gorillas. They turn you off, and who can blame you. They disgust you, don't they? I'll bet you're really scared when you see one of those extended penises."
That was when Joycie seemed to break down, and she sobbingly turned toward Vicky, melting into her consoling embrace. Her small, firm, rounded breasts pressed against the slightly larger ones Vicky posessed, and the two females seemingly blended together.
"God!" Joycie wailed. "Last night was sheer torture. He knew I was a virgin, and he was slavering all over the place, drooling with anticipation, going after my cherry. He stripped me like I was a log, and he wanted to rip off my bark. Then he started throwing his weight on me like some kind of animal." The horrifying memory made Joycie quiver, and Michele was able to understand why a girl would be afraid the first time. Still, after seeing Cora and Marshall, Michele was determined that when her first time came, she would enjoy it.
The way Joycie went on to describe it, it had been a horrifying ordeal, at best. The man had been so hairy, so strong, so brutal, and yet he hadn't been a big man. He had tried taking her like a rapist, not behaving in the least little bit in a kind or gentle manner. Like some kind of lascivious demon he had trying plunging into her, but her hymen had been too strong and had resisted. As a result, his penis had wilted, and he had blamed her for taking away from his masculinity. He had tried inserting the soft penis again and again in the hope of making it hard, but it had refused to grow. Then he had wanted her to suck it, and she had almost thrown up. Finally, he had forced her to grip his penis with her hand and jerk on it, up and down, up and down, and little by little, from sheer friction alone, the blood had returned to the penile sacs, and then finally he had started spurting. That had been the most disgusting part of it all, as far as Joycie was concerned. The white oozing froth all over her pulling fist.. . yechhhhh. What an absolute nightmare.
Finally the man's lust had subsided, and he had wanted to try and make it up to her for being so rough about everything. He had tried kissing her, apoligizing to her, roughly fondling her nakedness and offering to use his finger on her until she came, too, but Joycie was certain that his presence alone would deter her from coming as she was able to come with Vicky. But she had been convinced, until last night, that she would be able to make it with a man as well as with Vicky.
She explained all this out loud to Vicky, and thus to Michele, her voice sobbing haltingly while nestled in the dark-haired woman's embrace. It was if she felt safe snuggled in Vicky's arms, and she was already swearing to herself she was through experimenting. Vicky was warm, gentle, kind. There was none of that bleached smell coming from Vicky's body as there had been coming from the man when he had shot his hot load all over Joycie's fist. Vicky would never be rough with her.
Michele instinctively knew what was wrong with her sister, and what was more, she was certain Vicky was equally aware of it, too. Joycie needed to be treated gently. Had a man handled her as gently as Marshall had handled Cora, Joycie wouldn't be weeping her eyes out and running to a woman for solace. Not that Michele faulted her slightly-older sister. After all, never having tried anything like that herself, the young girl was not about to pass judgment on Joycie. In her youth, Michele also had a naive wisdom, thinking that as long as it felt good and no one was hurt, there was nothing wrong in doing something like this.
Vicky was smiling the entire time. She was a died-in-the-wool bi-girl, loving both girls and men of any kind. She was overjoyed at being able to convert Joycie to her way of thinking. Yet she was aware that eventually, if and when Joycie found the right man, she would convert back. As a result, she had the good sense to not totally agree with Joycie. Rather, she said, much to Michele's surprise, thus raising Michele's respect for her, "You'll eventually become enthused about fucking, honey. When the right man comes along, he'll pop your cherry like a balloon. It's just a question of finding the right fella. But until this hang-up wears off, you always have Vicky to turn to. Eventually you'll adjust, and a time will come when you'll want nothing more to do with me. But until then, I figure you and I should enjoy one another."
While talking to the long, lithe redhead, Vicky continued fondling her all over. Heat waves totally engulfed her. The lovely redhead had her completely aroused and thrilled, because Joycie had that kind of body. It wasn't often that Vicky was able to get her hands on someone as sensuous as Joycie. She was well aware of Joycie's two older sisters and their preferences for males. She was also aware of the hot blood that raced through the entire family, having spied on the father when he had scored with numerous conquests he brought home from time to time when the wife and girls were away on vacation. Nevertheless, when Joycie had initially discouraged the girl, certain in time, Joycie would despise her and accuse of her seduction. It was only after Joycie had promised she would try it with a man that Vicky had consented to make love to Joycie the first time, and she had done such a good job, Joycie, when being manhandled by the man she had dated, had instinctively returned to Vicky. Now Vicky's conscience was clear, and she intended enjoying Joycie as long as possible.
There was a hot blood in Joycie, just like the rest of her family. For a while, anyway, she would be able to enjoy her -so she thought- until Joycie was eventually reawakened to men. This was a virgin cunt in just about every sense of the word, and she ached to "sink her fangs" into such a delectable pussy, especially since Joycie shaved her cunt with the view of eventually becoming a model. Vicky had been entertaining such thoughts since her last time with Joycie, when she had manually stimulated the redhead to orgasm. She didn't have much tit and ass, but she was a delectable morsel, nevertheless.
To begin with, the kid had such adorably creamy pinkish-white skin, like all the other members of her family. Her breasts might have been small, but they did exist, and considering their size, they were perfectly shaped. Her butt was small enough to be held in one hand, and that sweet little cunt of hers was so small, it was incredible. Vicky had seen young pre-teens with larger vaginas than Joycie.
Vicky had been leading up to this moment ever since her last time with Joycie. The latter had told her she wanted to move in with Vicky, which was unthinkable, since Vicky lived next door and her father would have come down on her quickly -ough -as surely as Joycie's parents would have come down on the two of them. But that didn't mean the two of them had to abstain from oying one another, and so Vicky had insisted ycie go out with a male of her choice after having treated her to a session of manual lovemaking. The man had come on to her just as y had thought, and now the troubled girl was ipe for plucking rather than fucking, and sucking rather than fingering. Vicky had felt a certain awareness of Joycie's needs, and though the girl was not normally inclined toward lesbianism, she would probably emerge as a bi-sexual. This was the time to find out.
For the first time, Vicky did more than merely touch Joycie. As Michele stared, the dark-haired girl leaned over and kissed Joycie full on the mouth, and only Joucie's gasp prevented Michele's from being overheard.
Joycie frowned. It suddenly dawned on her that although she wanted some kind of physical relationship with Vicky, she didn't know if she wanted to carry it to the extreme of allowing Vicky to. play the part of a man with her. Many nes in the past, the young redhead had talked :hings over with her dark-haired next- door-neighbor, and had even allowed Vicky to hold her and console her with love-hugs, as well as friendly fanny caresses. Vicky had often stroked her hair, and the one time they had made love, Vicky had done all the work, but had touched her only lightly between her thighs, massaging her clitoris without delving into her vagina. As a result, Joycie, instead of feeling ashamed of allowing Vicky to make love to her, had looked forward to more. But even though they had lain nakedly next to one another before, this was the first time Vicky had actually planted a kiss on her lips. Both Michele and Joycie realized Vicky was trying to replace a male lover.
Joycie looked at Vicky with wide eyes, saying, "You kissed me. Why?"
Vicky nodded, knowing she had gone too far to back out now. "Yes," she murmured. "I kissed you to show you it's possible for a female to feel love for another female. What's more, I'll be kissing you many times, again and again," she breathed huskily, stroking the lovely, small, out-thrust, solid little lemon-sized breasts, tweaking the taut nipples again and again. The nipples were exceedingly long when aroused, as well as very thick.
Vicky's dark eyes were pools of passion and desire. Her lips were now slightly parted. She pursed her lips suggestively, then murmured, "I'm going to use my mouth all over your body, darling Joycie." As she spoke she ran her fingers over the flat of Joycie's belly and lightly rubbed the totally hairless outer labia between her thighs, and Joycie automatically spread her thighs that much wider. "I love you in my own way, Joycie," Vicky murmured.
Michele stared, finding it difficult to take in, and yet she didn't feel as disgusted by this as she would have expected. It was another aspect of lovemaking, and since the two people involved were enjoying it, it seemed relatively natural.
Joycie was more heated up than ever, but for the first time realized that a relationship like this implied more than a little fingering. She pushed Vicky away, saying, "What's wrong with you, Vicky? Are you some kind of dyke or something?"
Vicky smiled her most innocent smile as she continued stroking Joycie's naked body. "I'm not pure lesbian, dear, even though you've been hinting that's the kind of relationship you want. Don't worry. A relationship with me will only be beneficial in the long run. Now relax and allow me to do my thing, and I promise you'll enjoy it."
Michele continued watching as the dark-haired girl pressed her thigh between those of her slightly older sister and began kissing Joycies's lips again. The front of Vicky's knee began rubbing against Joycie's wet pussy.
"What kind of experiment?" Joycie asked, quivering, because she realized Vicky had been right. She, Joycie, had been hinting at a lesbian relationship all along, but had been unaware of it until now. Her curiosity overrode her desire to back away from what she had always been told was an unnatural relationship. A heat was spreading strongly through her quaking body. The feel of the other girl's knee against the pout of her vagina felt good. She pressed her cunt forward, rubbing Vicky's knee all the more firmly.
Joycie no longer tried to back away from what was happening, and her sister was well aware that Joycie was entranced by it all. Now that she was openly admitting to lesbianic desires, accepting them for what they were, she was anxious to know everything about lovemaking between two females. The feel of Vicky's hands on her small breasts was exciting, and the pressure of a knee shoving against her vagina was gratifying as she gasped, "What kind of experiment will this be?"
"In the long run, it will make you less afraid of men, and when the right man comes along, you'll look forward to being with him," Vicky explained, playing down the lesbianic aspect in favor of merely giving Joycie a favorable sexual experience.
Abruptly, Vicky swung on top of Joycie, mounting her as a man might, and Joycie automatically spread her thighs wide apart. This allowed Vicky to mash her soft, wet pussy firmly against the tiny little oriel between Joycie's thighs. The pressure of her larger breasts against the tiny mammaries belinging to the redheaded girl sent sparks through both of them. Her tongue dipped into Joycie's mouth, and soon their oral digits became entwined, each taking turns at sucking on the other one's tongue. Vicky sucked
Joycie's tongue as if it were a yielding cock, and so showed Joycie how to suck at the same time. With each passing second the two females became more and more aroused.
As their mouths pressed firmly together, lips sucking at lips, Joycie murmured loud enough for Michele to hear, "You mean this will help solve my problem with men?"
"I can't make promises," Vicky mumbled, lifting her own mouth for a moment, "but I certainly hope so. You'll discover the true enjoyment of physical love, and in so doing, become less afraid of men, so that when the right man comes along, you'll be in the proper, receptive frame of mind."
It was obvious Joycie had little, if any, time to think about what Vicky was telling her. It was inconceivable to her how making love to a woman would improve her relationship with a man, but at this particular moment in time it didn't really matter. She was becoming more and more aroused with every passing second and decided there might well b'e a connection. In any case, at least she had no hang-ups about allowing someone else to see her, naked. She hadn't even felt that way the previous night, when out with the man, but this time she was actually enjoying her nudity.
Vicky lay on her back now, and reaching over, she grabbed Joycie's far hand and pulled it between her own thighs, pressing the fingers into her labia as she said, "You have to learn by doing, Joycie. Play with me a little, get used to feeling a cunt other than your own. See the hole at the bottom of the slit? It'll accommodate at least two, even three fingers. So start moving your fingers in and out."
For a moment Joycie wanted to tug her hand away. The last time, Vicky had done all the work, and Joycie had done nothing. She was revulsed at the thought of touching another female's vagina, especially since this one had hair around it, sparse though it was. Still, she had to admit this was different than the heavy patch of brown hair she had seen around the man's cock and balls. She stared at the vagina, and realized the outer labia were almost twice as long as her own.
"No!" Joycie muttered. "I can't do that! I just can't, Vicky."
So Vicky leaned over and slowly poked a finger into the little orifice between the small lips of Joycie's cunt. She ran the finger slowly in and out, making Joycie cream, but she didn't dare use two fingers. She had to be careful because this young virgin was as tight as can be.
"There," Vicky breathed, her fingers steadily moving back and forth. "You like that, don't you?"
Joycie was panting as she realized the sensation was as thrilling now as it had been the first time Vicky had fingered her cunt. Yes, she liked it, and as a result she stopped fighting Vicky. God! It felt so good! She spread her thighs all the wider as she writhed and moaned while lying on the bed.
"I-it does feel good," Joycie moaned, and digging her elbows and heels into the mattress, lifted her cunt to the thrusting finger. Vicky had to be careful to keep her finger from delving too far, since she would break the other one's hymen, and that might be painful. Vicky didn't want the girl experiencing any kind of pain.
"This is what a prick will feel like as it slides in and out of your vagina," she murmured. "A prick will be longer, thicker, and it'll go deeper, but when the time comes, itll give you a lot of pleasure. You have such a tiny pussy, but it'll stretch to handle the biggest cocks, and because of it's elasticity, it'll handle small ones, too. You're lucky. Most cunts, once stretched, can't handle small cocks."
"Yes, yes, yes!" the beautiful redhead gasped, writhing and moaning, her eyes half-closed.
As if a hand was guiding her, Joycie found herself reaching over and pressing her fingers against Vicky's cunt. The moment her fingers sank into the gooey hole, she grimaced, but this time she kept her fingers there, refusing to pull away.
Michele gasped, unable to believe what she was seeing, though aware her own vagina was sodden. This time she knew better than to try fingering herself.
Joycie found the cunt soft and gluey, and also found the opening wide enough to fit two, then three fingers inside. She began moving her fingers faster and faster, then gasped, "I'm doing it, Vicky, I'm doing it. . . I'm doing it!"
"I know!" Vicky murmured. "Oh God! Oh God! I know, and it feels so good, so very good, sweet lover."
Vicky began moving her cunt up and down as Joycie had done before. They were both half-sitting up now, each with her fingers jammed into the other one's vagina. Then Vicky pulled her cunt away from Joycie's fingers while withdrawing her own fingers from the tight tunnel of Joycie's vagina. She rolled over and slammed her vagina against that of the redheaded girl, letting her clitoris press against the extended nubbin of the redhead. She crushed her spasming vagina firmly against the lips of Joycie's pussy, humping up and down as if she had a cock attached to her, all set to bury in Joycie's depths.
"IIIII'MMMMM . . . AAAANNNNN GGGHHHH . . . COMMMIIINNNGGG . . AAANNNGGGHHH... HHHUUUNNNGGG-HHHH... AAAAGGGGHHHHH!" the lovely brunette cried, washing her sodden labia all the more firmly against the tiny, bare vaginal flesh of the other girl, splashing hot oils all over her body as she came.
Aware of the flow of juices oozing from her own cunt, as well as the hot and heavy oily secretions now leaking from the vagina of the lovely redheaded girl, the older girl leaped up and suddenly reversed her position. She turned around so that her face hovered over Joycie's tiny pussy, and with her knees pressing into the pillow on either side of Joycie's head, she allowed her mouth to zero in on the cunt she had so gloriously fingered. Her tongue suddenly went lancing in, and she began licking insanely, making wide swaths between the lips of the naked vagina beneath her.
Joycie, taken totally by surprise, completely unprepared for this turn of events, felt such uncontrolled pleasure because of the tongue licking between her labia, that she slammed her cunt straight up, unable to control herself, and suddenly she, too began coming, only it wasn't a single climax the way it had been the last time. This time it was a strung-out series of climaxes as she came, then came again, then again, gasping, "HHHHHHAAAAAAUUUUUUUU UNNNGGGHHHAAAIIIGGGHHH!"
While spasming and firing gout after gout of colorless oils from the depths of her vagina, she stared at the hot, fur-surrounded split above her face. She was well aware that anything Vicky did, Vicky did with careful deliberation, and her arms went up and surrounded Vicky's ass, tugging it down so she was able to press her own mouth against the leaking split, licking at the extended finger of the clitoris. Any possible revulsion she thought she might feel never materialized. She sucked, feeling more spasms of oil splash into her face as her own oils bathed Vicky's face, and little by little, as she became accustomed to the taste of cunt, she began "eating" hungrily, and as she sucked, her sister gaped, unable to believe Joycie would ever do something like this -level-headed, common-sensical Joycie.
Chapter Four
Michele had no idea what to feel. It looked arousing enough, and yet the idea of doing something like that with a girl like Vicky turned her stomach. Michele was able to understand why Vicky had been taken with Joycie. Had Michele been forced into lesbianism and given her choice, she would have opted for Joycie instantly, even though the latter was her sister.
Moving away from the doorway, she tip-toed up the stairs, and let herself out the side door very quietly. But as she crossed the alleyway back to her own home, moving around to the front door, she saw the brown car pulling around the corner, and as it pulled up in front of the curb, Michele realized Vicky's parents had suddenly returned very unexpectedly. Apparently Vicky's mother was feeling bad, and she wanted to consult with her Florida doctor, and so they had made an unscheduled trip back here.
Michele was horrified. There was no way to warn Joycie.
Tt was a somber family that met later that evening, with the angry Forester father ranting at Joycie in front of her two sisters. Elsa, being married, wasn't dragged into this. But their mother was there, and the woman was mortified. Her own daughter discovered performing homosexual acts with the older girl next door-and discovered by her parents so that the blame was foisted onto Joycie.
"There's only one thing to do," the gruff father grunted, sitting in front of them like a bloated emperor. "Until this blows over, you, Joycie, are going to New York. I'm sending you to my cousin, Bill."
"Oh no!" Joyce gasped. "I'll be all alone. I won't go!"
"You'll go," her father grunted. "What's more, so you won't be alone, Michele will keep you company. Now, no more arguments."
Michele was secretly overjoyed. She had never seen New York, and had wanted to do so. More, she had wanted to meet some of her other relatives. From time to time she had heard about various relatives, but never about Cousin Bill. But she soon found out from her mother that Cousin Bill was almost fifteen years older than her father. He was fairly active for a man of sixty-three, but Michele knew a man that age would never hold any interest for her.
What she learned upon finally arriving in New York with her sister was that Cousin Bill lived with his bachelor son, Brett, who was thirty-nine, and famous for his escapades with women.
Neither she nor Joycie ever got to see the big city, because once their plane landed, they took a hired limousine directly to Cousin Bill's home. He was there to welcome them, and in the future they would rarely see him because he would be running hither and thither seeing old friends, leaving them either to themselves or to his son,
Brett.
The moment Joycie saw Brett, her heart began beating wildly. He was the kind of man girls dream about, but rarely have a chance to know before some conniving woman snaps him up. But Brett was different. He was six-feet two-inches tall, with wavy dark-brown hair, glittering gray eyes, a high forehead, a medium nose, thin lips, and a granitelike jaw. He welcomed them to the house at dinnertime. It was his father's idea that everyone should sit at the dinner table together. Michele saw her sister had flipped out over Cousin Brett, and she did, as well. But Michele knew her sister would be hesitant about making any moves. After all, she was still frightened from her previous experience with a male. Add to that the interruption she had endured after, when indulging with Vicky, and Joycie was one pretty flustered female. Michele, on the other hand, was all set to learn about sex.
That night, after supper, Cousin Bill took them to a movie, and after, when they returned, they saw Cousin Brett sitting up, watching TV. Joycie was tired, and decided to go to bed, as did Brett's father, but Michele knew this was the time to get to her cousin.
Brett was a real man in every sense of the word. Under normal circumstances he wouldn't have bothered with jailbait like herself, so she had gone out of her way, taking a quick bath, putting on a dab of perfume someone had given her for her last birthday, wearing a halter and shorts that night, and nothing else. But as they sat, watching a talk show, making small-talk themselves, Michele revealed in an innocuous way, that she had always dreamed of losing her virginity to a tall, handsome man -one who was capable of making her feel all the good tilings, while minimizing the bad things. She was only two feet away from the man on the sofa, and little by little drifted closer to him, snuggling against him, letting her head rest on his chest.
Brett was no fool. The lovely redhead was letting him know, without being blatant, that she wanted him. Under normal circumstances he might have laughed the whole thing off. But he had been scheduled to date one of the models for the new car show at the coliseum, and she had called at the last moment to tell him she was going .to do some modeling that evening. Since she was paid a hundred-and-eighty dollars an hour, and since modeling jobs never lasted too long, she had grabbed at it. Brett was hornier than a bullmoose.
The halter Michele had put on had a tie in the front rather than at the rear, and as she pressed against Brett, he became more and more aroused. The simple fact was, the little girl was beautiful. Tiny as she was, she had nice breasts, that sweet, childish air of innocence about her, and yet the seductiveness of a woman. Brett was not a man easily seduced, and yet this little bit of redheaded fluff was extremely arousing. He had to admit, he wanted her. He wanted her sister, too. The moment he had set eyes on Joycie, he had targeted her for eventual fucking, no less aware of Michele, but certain a girl that young would not be ready for anything sexual. Michele had proven him wrong.
He knew she would verbally insist she didn't want anything to do with what he had in mind, but Brett was the kind of man who knew all the nuances about women, and had come to the conclusion that if he made the little one happy, through her, he would be able to seduce the tall, willowy one.
Michele was certain it was her own charms that had her cousin -twice removed, completely enamored. She would never know that his initial motives in seducing her were to make her assist him in the deflowering of her sister.
His hand was on her arm, his fingers reaching under the swell of her breast for the tie holding the halter in place.- Michele, who had half-do zed, looked down, and seeing his hands, shifted as he pulled on the tie, and it undid itself. Her eyes sprang wide open as the halter fell open in front, and cool air washed across the firm white fullness of her whitely naked breasts, their pink caps shimmering like bowls of gelatin dessert.
"Wow!" she gasped, sitting up. "What're you doing?"
"Don't play games with me, little girl," he insisted. "We both know what it is you want. The difference is, I'm not going to do anything to hurt you," he told her, and with a swift movement, his white tee shirt came off, as he shucked out of his pants and undershorts. In no time he was totally naked, and Michele suddenly felt a genuine qualm. Where it had all looked like fun before, and where she was going to find out how good sex was, now she was suddenly scared because she remembered the things Elsa had said about pain, as well as what Joycie had told the black-haired girl, Vicky.
B ... Brett," she gasped, trying to collect her wits as she stared at his thighs, seeing his penis stirring. "D ... don't undress me. I mean you're supposed to watch out for me. That's why my dad sent me here."
"That's just what I'm doing, honey," he told her. "Any other person would have had you popped into bed minutes ago, his cock rammed into that sweet teenaged cunt of yours, your cherry broken and bleeding. But Cousin Brett doesn't do things that crudely. I happen to like you, Michele. You're young, but God, you're beautiful!"
His words flowed over her like soothing honey, and the smile on his handsome face was so ingenuous that even a cynical and experienced woman would have believed him.
"Wh ... what are you going to do?" Michele asked, her blood racing.
"For openers, since you're all tensed up from your flight over here, I'm going to give you a massage. I belong to a health club, and whenever I get knotted up, I go there and they work the kinks out of me. So," he said, standing, pulling her up, and opening the sofa-bed in the room where they had been watching TV, after closing the louvered doors, "you just lie down, relax, and trust me. The one thing I guarantee not to do is cause you any pain, tonight, honey."
As the words rolled off his tongue, Brett's expert fingers were going to work on Michele's shorts, tugging them down as well, totally exposing her lovely white flesh to his hungering eyes. Oh God! She was young, but she was fantastically beautiful. She had a pair of buttercup-yellow panties on, and nothing more. Michele didn't know what to think. She was terrified, and yet felt a wild thrill. Somehow she had gotten Brett, a man used to only the loveliest of women, to respond to her. It never occurred to her for one moment that young though she was, she was no less beautiful than any of them. But when she felt his talented fingers touching the elastic waistband of her panties, she suddenly realized this totally naked man was about to completely undress her, as well, and make her no less naked than himself. Even Joyce had waited a year longer before attempting to experiment. Michele felt herself much too young to suddenly become physically involved, even though, incongruously enough, she had started all this. Massage or no massage, she knew it was totally unthinkable that she, a girl only recently aware of her feminine charms, should be rushed into any kind of sexual encounter with a man. It was fine for Cora, who was past twenty, and it was okay for Elsa, who was married. But for Joycie and herself... no! What made it all the more terrifying was the fact that her cousin sported and erection that made Marshall's pale into insignificance. Dear God! Michele knew full well it had nothing to do with the fact that she was seeing this one in close-up. It was definitely longer, thicker, and harder than anything Marshall would ever be able to display.
"No, this is wrong," she whispered in a voice that trembled, though she was unsure whether it was with fright or anticipation. "This isn't right, Brett. We have to stop ..." and her voice suddenly trailed off to a helpless whimper as she realized her cousin was tugging her bikini panties over her ankles and tossing them to the side.
Wow! she thought, I ought to stop him. What's wrong with me? Why am I half-lying here, letting all this happen to me? It was one thing when I saw Cora and Joycie involved, but now Vm the one involved. If I had any sence I would go running upstairs, screaming before it's too late and he spears me with that huge javelin. Am I hypnotized? Why don't I pick myself up and go running?
"Stop it, Brett!" she gasped in a low voice as his hands caressed her small, trim ankles and feet. "If you keep this up, I'll have to call your father and let him know what you're doing to me. You know this isn't right..."
The girl's voice broke off at the irony of it all, Her father had sent Joycie and her here to get away from anything that might harm them, and her father had, in effect, tossed them into the jaws of the black sheep of the familyj But then, how was her father to know his cousin still lived with his son? Besides, as he had said, another man would have taken immediate advantage of the first opening she had offered. If he found her good-looking enough to want to do something with her, well, why not? After all, he was a man who knew how to do things right. He had promised not to hurt her, and she sure would like to feel all those good things she had seen Cora enjoy.
"Let's not talk about anyone else right now, you beautiful girl," the naked man whispered in the shell of Michele's ear as his large palms suddenly cupped her full breasts, applying tantalizing pressure that made her recall the way Marshall had played with Cora's breasts, and the way Vicky had played with Joycie's. "You deserve to be loved gently, tenderly, carefully, so why not just lie back, relax, and I'll make this lovely young body of yours feel good all over.
Although troubled tremors of doubt still prickled at her conscience for having initiated all this, the innocent teenager allowed her body to lie back on the mattress. She breathed deeply, aware she was in for a new and wonderful experience.
His hands lightly skimmed over her, and she realized he was so much more gentle than Marshall, and in fact, he was even more gentle than Vicky had been with Joycie. Now here was a man Joycie ought to see about her problem. She shivered with perverted arousal as her mind fixed itself on the fact that instead of chasing after her willowy sister, he had preferred to be with her. If his cock was as gentle as his hands, thick as it was, Michele knew she would be able to take anything he did to her. God! Watching Marshall and Cora she had felt wildly and erotically aroused. Here was her chance to do something about it. No longer would she have to manually satisfy herself. It was the opportunity of a lifetime -to learn about sex and love from one man better than all the lovers of her other sisters, including her married sister.
"I. . . uhhhh . . . don't know," she finally said, but her voice was a murmur of acceptance that Greg recognized only too well.
Michele realized she would be a fool to allow this opportunity to pass. She was going to be taught sex by a master -a man who would make her learn all the wonderful ins and outs. Ins and outs! She had to giggle at that little pun.
"You have a lovely body, Michele, a lovely body, and the moment I saw it, I knew it was like a fine instrument that had to be properly played. You're a lovely woman ... oh yes, even though you're still young, there's a woman inside you, and I want to bring that woman out, so that by the time I'm through, you'll be a knowing, delightful woman."
The man's tongue teased the young girl's sensitive ear -the first time anyone had ever done anything like that to her. He murmured soft, endearing compliments to her, making Michele feel alive and vibrant, filled with uncontrollable desire.
"Why me?" she asked in her naive and girlish way, taking him offguard since no female had ever asked that question before. Every woman he had previously known had always considered herself so desirable ... even if she wasn't ... that such a question took him unprepared for the moment, and he had to think fast.
"Even now, when I first saw you, I knew there was a lot of beauty in you, but I was afraid to approach you," he whispered. "After all, a girl as young as yourself would probably not care for an older man. But just now, you let me know you did care, and I felt I would be doing both of us an injustice if I were to ignore your invitation. It was an invitation, wasn't it, Michele? Don't lie, either to me or to yourself. If you do, you'll miss out on this great opportunity we have to share something new and wonderful."
"It can't be new to you," she insisted. "With you, it would be," he insisted. "To be honest, I've never known a virgin before. You are a virgin, aren't you?"
"I've never even been kissed," she shyly admitted.
"Well, I've never wanted a virgin before, but I want you. Too, I've never done anything with so young a girl. Do you really want to enjoy this, or was it all a sham on your part? I want you more than I've ever wanted any other woman . . ." and he was teeing the truth to the extent that at that moment he wanted her more than any other woman, "... but I don't ever want it said I had to force you. Tonight, I want only to give you a sample of the kind of paradise that's waiting. If you like it, we can proceed from there in the future. If, on the other hand, you don't like it. no harm will be done, since you'll still be intact."
"Wh ... what are you going to do?" Michele gasped, her mind wandering back to all the different things Marshall had done with Cora. She hoped he wasn't thinking about putting his penis into her rectum. At this juncture she was certain she would never be able to stand up under such an assault.
"Pure pleasure, Michele, nothing more, that is what I promise," he whispered, kissing her ear again. "Tell me, doesn't what I'm doing at the moment feel good?"
The naked young girl's thoughts concerning her sister suddenly dispersed as she became aware of the quivering pleasure building in her aching form because of the way his hands were continually and gently massaging her breasts. Gee! She had rubbed her own breasts and it hadn't felt nearly as good. He really knew how to make her feel right. She looked down with almost petrified fascination, watching the way his caressing fingers pinched her nerve-filled nipples, making them hard little berries, and a quiver of unexpected and wanton need caused her last fleeting doubts to suddenly vanish. She was, after all, a female, and much younger than most, and even more susceptible to flattery.
"Ahhhh ..." she moaned involuntarily, gladly surrendering herself to the expert lovemaking of her male cousin ... twice removed.
"It does feel good,, doesn't it?" Brett continued, whispering into her ear, a wide grin on his handsome face. "Tell me the truth, Michele, you like it, don't you. What's more, you deserve to enjoy all this. You're no longer a girl, You're becoming a woman."
"Ooooooohhhh . . . yessssss . . ." Michele sighed, thrilled to feel his hands, inarticulately agreeing with him.
She had already fallen under the spell of his skillfully maneuvering fingers, a prey to his tongue as it teased the shell-shape of her ear, thrilling to the hardness of his smooth, muscular body as it pressed firmly against her as he moved his palms from her full breasts to her slightly rounded young belly, and back again.
Brett knew he had the young girl precisely where he wanted her. It was true he had never scored with a girl this young, and, for some strange reason, he had never before been fortunate enough to nail a virgin. All this would come to an end ... in time. Right now he had to make her trust him completely.
The pervertedly handsome, smart bachelor prided himself that he was capable of seducing any mature, intelligent female. But this particular girl was a challenge, because young girls usually were too afraid to do anything no matter how much they liked men. He knew his father and her . sister were upstairs asleep, and common sense should have told him this might lead to discovery, but he savored the element of danger in possibly being discovered. A girl like Michele was worth it as far as he was concerned, because when he finally squeezed his long, thick cock into her tight, virginal cunt, it would be the thrill of a lifetime. What he didn't know was that her older sister had an even smaller and tighter cunt, but that, too, would fall prey to his cock ... albeit with Michele's help. Besides, the challenge of scoring with someone's sex-starved wife or a girl who had been boffed by dozens of other cocks was a totally different kind of thrill from a girl like this. The former was no longer really challenging. Michele was indeed a challenge.
In this particular instance, the somewhat amoral bachelor's corrupt enjoyment was enhanced by the knowledge that if he scored with the younger one, he would probably be able to make the older one ... the one who looked like a model. Where Michele was open and fun, Joycie had beed frigid all afternoon and evening. Soon now, he would melt that frost with his hot cock. But first he had to make things not merely good, but fantastic for Michele. What he didn't know was that Michele, having spied on her sister, was far more ready for this than even he might have imagined. Had he known, he would not have been nearly so suave. The lovely teenager was primed, really primed.
Brett had never met Michele's father, and as a result didn't feel a sense of loyalty to the man his own father would have felt. Not that it mattered, because although Brett was unaware of it,
Michele, over a period of weeks, would have grown bolder and would have eventually made the moves herself, making a direct seduction. School had just finished for her in Florida, which was why her father had been able to send her and her sister to New York, and she would have hung around the beaches or the old swimming hole, as she called the neighbor's pool, doing nothing. This was the first time she was really enjoying an experience.
The beautiful young redhead's long lashes brushed against her excitement-flushed cheeks as she let herself glide back into her earlier dreamlike trance. She sighed with total delight as she felt featherlike fingers softly tracing quivering paths of delicious physical sensation over her churning belly and quaking thighs. She gasped as, for the first time she felt something hot and moist licking over her distended nipples. She opened her eyes a little and saw her cousin had lowered his head and was using his tongue. Oh God! It was fantastic!
The smooth male tongue tantalized and teased the wantonly aroused young redhead's rose-pink nipples, one at a time, making them tingle until both were tautly vellicating tuning forks that vibrated with the movement of his lingual probe. Then his tongue began snaking down over her young, delightful body as his hands rose to once again caress her breasts, preventing them from missing the pressure of his mouth. Down, down, down, he lapped, pausing at strategic points of erotic intensity as she slowly sprawled backward on the bed, propped up her elbows, watching him, gasping for she realized now what he had meant when he'd told her she would have sheer bliss. It was one of the things Marshall had done to Cora, and from the look on Cora's face, she had been in seventh heaven, and now Michele was about to visit that same paradise. His leaping oral member jumped in and out of his mouth as it licked into the sparse red curls on her pelvis, making her gasp.
Brett's lustfully gleaming eyes were wide open. He had no intention of missing a single tantalizing detail of this gorgeous redhead's absolutely delightful body. She had to be the most arousing thing he had seen in many a long month. To begin with, there was that adorable alabaster-white body only a true redhead had, and the man was delightedly aroused at the richness of her flesh tones. Her flesh glimmered so, it was incandescent. His eyes peered through the light-fuzz on her pelvis and his virile cock lurched and grew to even greater length as his eyes washed over the virginal coral lips, while his nostrils distended at the tantalizing aroma rising from within, for Michele was scrupulously clean, having been taught good hygiene at an early age, so all he smelled was vaginal musk without that pissy odor he had known some cunts to have.
Although the sexually skilled man-about-town literally ached to lance his tongue directly into the tantalizing crevice of the beautiful redheaded girl as it beckoned to him with its in-and-out movement, he knew the longer he teased her, the hotter her youthful passion would become, and the more easily she would allow him to do as he wished with her a little later. Accordingly, he caused his mouth to move down along the satin-smoothness of her voluptuously formed, rounded legs, both of which had lost their baby-fat, kissing and nibbling and lapping until her entire body jerked maddeningly in uncontrollable excitement beneath him.
"Aaaannnhhh!" the thrillingly tantalized young teenager began whimpering as she felt all kinds of thrilling sensations the like of which she had witnessed in her sister, but had never been able to fully appreciate until now.
The beautiful girl was gasping, unable to control herself at this point. It felt better than good. It felt unbelievably wonderful, and now she understood why her oldest sister had shrieked with delight when Marshall had done it to her, and why Joycie had willingly licked at Vicky's vagina when Vicky had gone down on her. This was the sensation to end all sensations as far as Michele was concerned. It never occured to her to think of this as being perverted as many other women much older than herself had thought. God! It felt so good to have his mouth down there, the hot breath wafting across her vaginal lips.
As far as Brett was concerned, his young, redheaded cousin was definitely ready. He gloated as he said, "I love the velvery soft smoothness of your wonderful skin, Michele. You're so soft, so delightful, and with a lilting personality that matches your body. Everything about you is so perfect."
This artfully planted compliment made Michele that much more aware of herself as a sex object. She trembled, aching to feel more, wanting to hear more, loving every little bit of this, thinking her sister, Joycie, had to be a fool to play around with girls when there were men like Brett around. Gee! He was fabulous!
His laving tongue was suddenly sliding all the more deeply into the luscious split between her thighs, moving lower, lower, and lower, washing across her clitoris, then even farther down until it touched the opening to her interior, at which point the licking-tongue moved up and down with such rapidity, Michele felt a series of tickling thrusts from his oral organ that sent pure static charging madly through her. Liquid lightning was charging through her arteries and veins, and her body was humping up and down, totally out of control, keeping time with the licking of his tongue.
Oh God! God! God! No wonder Cora loved it all so much! No wonder Joycie had opened her mouth and had pressed it against the cunt of the woman who had lapped her pussy! Right now, Michele was drooling, aching to use her own mouth. Her body craved love, pure physical love, and this man was the only one around to give it to her.
Yet even as she thought of all these things, she knew her father would object to her being involved in any way with a man. Even so, it didn't matter. This experience was far too important for her to miss. The tongue, fucking into her frustrated body, made her internal self sing with a bliss she had never known before. She yielded herself up completely to what she was feeling, wantonly offering herself to her cousin, aware without being told that the man was doing things for her that other men would never be able to match. Her buttocks vibrated maddeningly, filled with fire as they undulated to meet the insistent thrusts of his tongue. Her legs spread themselves even wider apart in order to make room for his burrowing head.
"Uuuunnnhhhuuunnnhhh!" she moaned softly, and then her eager, girlish hands were between her legs, her fingers burrowing in her cousin's hair as her bucking hips matched the deeply thrusting strokes of his probing tongue.
"That's it, baby, that's it," the man whispered softly, taking his lips from her cunt for only a moment, and then he returned, to give her the ultimate French kiss.
Yes, yes, yes, this was what Michele wanted. Her father and mother had been wrong to hide all this from her. But now that she was aware of it all, she had to know it all and enjoy it all. She had to thrill to it all. Whatever possible inhibitions she might have felt she allowed to evaporate, because lust and desire were building more and more headily inside her.
"Y-e-e-e-ssssss!" she finally gasped in a hissingly sibilant tone of voice. "I love it, I love it, I love it! Don't stop ... oh please don't stop!"
She thrashed about in the throes of an impending orgasm, crying out, "That's so good, so good!"
When she had first come to New York, a few hours earlier, she had been under the impression she was going to have a dull time once she had learned she would not be going into the city-proper. She had never dreamed this wonderful thing would be happening to her.
She was filled with an erotically consuming abandon. White-hot floods of wanton exultation surged through her twisting loins as the man's invading tongue shot that much deeper into her, probing ever farther into the fire-filled depths of her vaginal trough. She reveled in the obscene humiliation, for it really wasn't humiliation at all. The smoothly stroking oral member continued taunting that most intimate part of her body ... her delightfully wanton, private flesh.
At last! At last! She was finally finding out what this was all about. It was absolutely marvelous. This was what life was all about, and at last she felt grown-up enough to participate in this greatest mystery concerning the human body.
Michele was never one to fret about nonsense. She would not, later on, chastise herself and claim she was wrong in having submitted to all this. Rather she was overjoyed and thrilled to have discovered for herself what the mystery was all about. In learning of it, .the feeling of mystery deepened even more, but it was well worth it as far as she was concerned. The salaciously thrashing young girl felt an exhilarating exemption from any kind of restraint. Her hands pressed all the more firmly on the dark-haired naked bachelor's head, shoving his face even more deeply into her steaming vagina, a vagina that was already dripping with more oils than she had ever dreamed her body had possessed. Her legs and torso writhed uncontrollably in the most maddening kind of wanton abandon.
"Ooooonnnnhhhh . . . uuunnnhhh . . . aaannnhhh . . . more . . . morre . . . more .. . aaahhh . . . yesssss ... so good ... so goood . . ."
To Michele this had to be the closest thing to heaven. She was thrilled as never before, as she didn't want it to end.
Delighted with the way the sweet young girl was responding to his abandoned tongue-fucking, he pressed the flat of his tongue all the more fervidly against her extended young clitoris, then plunged his lingual digit as far into her virginal sump as possible. His tongue wasn't nearly long enough to touch her hymen, and as a result, his in-and-out thrusting was vivid and with all the strength at his command. He felt the way her oozing interior, like a clenched fist, tried to grip his tongue and hold it inside.
God! She was one tight little pussy, all right. Soon now, not tonight, but probably tomorrow, he would have his aching cock rammed into this tight little channel, feeling those buttery soft walls caressing the ramrod stiffness of the organ.
Readjusting his crouching body, the lasciviously fervored playboy pressed his turgid phallus against the delightful girl's shuddering leg. He knew she was ready for a major orgasm as her tightly squeezing vaginal channel vibrated around his plunging tongue, and her helpless whimpers grew more and more frenzied. He knew that after an orgasm like this, Michele would be his virtual slave for life ... or at least for as long as she stayed here.
The beautiful redhead heard the sounds of her own mewls and gasps as if coming from someone else, and the tones mingled with the wet sluicing noises, forming a symphony of sounds which thrilled her far more than any music ever had, before. The orgasm she had waited for ever since initially witnessing what had taken place between her sisters and their lovers ... the big orgasm ... was fast approaching now, and very soon it would totally overwhelm her. The lovely redhead was now in another world, where nothing existed but her heated flesh and the ever-expanding inner waves of all-consuming delight.
She realized he was doing even more for her than Marshall had done for Cora. He was making her come with his deliving tongue. Her mind whirled in dizzying disbelief. It didn't seem possible for something so wonderful to be happening to her, but it was. This one thing which she knew she wanted more than anything else in the world was finally taking place, and she was receiving the full extent of it.
" Uuuunnnggghhh . . . yessssss . . . hhhaaannnhhh . .." the passion-aroused young girl continued wailing as she realized the dizzying heights she was about to reach.
At that moment the straining young redhead's tautened vaginal muscles shuddered and began melting around this handsome cousin's working oral digit. She jammed a pillow in her mouth at the last moment to keep a shriek from waking her sister and his father as she gave herself up to the indescribable ecstasy erupting in the center of her body and her brain.
"AGGGHHHAAWWWGGGHHUUUP WW WA A-ARRRGGGHHHUUUMMMPPP!" she gagged into the pillow, her body thrashing every which way, her thighs clamping themselves tightly around the man's head, trying hard to crush his skull like an eggshell.
It was too much for Michele. She knew now she had to do something in return for all this, but after . . . after . .. when her body finally returned from the summit of delight to which it had climbed. Oh God! Nothing she had ever induced in her body had caused such feeling in her.
She quivered uncontrollably, jerking and twitching and shaking, trying hard to slow down, but feeling a second orgasm ignite from the first. Delight oozed from every pore in her quaking body.
Brett was astounded and delighted at the way she came. He had known many hot women in his time, but none to match this little firecracker. He would be having lots more fun before she went home to daddy.
Chapter Five
The lovely redhead began recovering from her overpowering orgasm, and she smiled at her naked male cousin, saying, "That was super, really super." Then she looked at his turgid shaft, and she knew she had to reciprocate. It wouldn't be right to walk away leaving him that way.
"I guess I have to do something about that," she murmured, pointing to the rigidly upstanding erection.
"You don't have to do anything you don't want to do," he told her.
"But that's just it," Michele insisted. "I saw you really enjoyed what you did to me, didn't you."
"Yes," he admitted.
"I figure I'll get as much fun out of doing things to you as you did doing things to me. I know it'll be a different kind of thrill from being on the receiving end, but ..."
"Not necessarily," he assured her. "Some women are extremely sensuous. I don't know, you might be one of them."
"What do you mean?" she asked.
"There are all sorts of complex nerves in the human body," he explained. "There are some in the wrist..." and he lightly rubbed two fingers over her wrist, now even more sensitive after an orgasm, and she all " but jumped. "There are sensitive nerve-ends in the rectum, too."
"I know what you mean," she blurted out. "I saw my sister Cora come when her boy-friend fucked her ass."
"Oh?" he asked. "Is that a fact?"
"Yes," she nodded, then put her hand to her mouth, realizing she had spoken about something she ought not to have mentioned.
"Don't worry," he assured her. "I'm not about to betray your confidence dear, sweet Michele."
"But you're not going to try and push that thing into my . . ."
"Not at the moment," he assured her. "You're not nearly ready for something like that. Now, as I was saying, you have sensitive nerve-endings all oyer. For instance, you probably have sensitive nerve-endings in the palm of your hand . . ." and he tickled her palm, making her jump very suddenly.
"You mean you'd settle for me just doing something for you by hand after what you did for me?" she asked.
He said nothing for a moment, and staring at his long pike as he sat back with his legs extended on the sofa-bed, she reached a small hand out and wrapped it around his monumental organ. Hot flashes went shooting through her palm, but she knew full well there was no chance whatsoever of her ever having any kind of orgasm, that way. Tired as she now felt, aware of being able to come in many different ways, she would not settle for some way of satisfying him without attaining yet another orgasm of her own.
"What about. . . here?" she asked, touching her throat with her free hand as her other hand remained tightly clutching the hard stem of his upright organ.
"Yes, there too," he nodded, "if a woman is sensuous enough. Now remember, I can't make any promises and tell you you'll definitely be able to come if you should . . ." and he nodded toward his cock, as if letting her know he wouldn't object to her sucking it. "But the possibility does exist..."
Michele licked her lips mervously as she stared at the upstanding human version of the Washington Monument. Did she dare? She had heard Cora say something about doing it for Marshall, but she had never actually seen it done. She had no idea precisely how to do it, and finally said, "I've never done it before."
"It's something that comes naturally," he assured her. "A little practice on your part, and if you're half-the-woman I believe you to be, you'll be the best fellatrice alive."
"The best what?" the young girl asked.
"Fellatrice," he smiled. "Cocksucker!"
"Oh!" she nodded, and blushed.
Michele knew she had to do it quickly, now, or she wouldn't have the nerve to go through with it. The longer she had to think about it, the more frightened she would become.
Without being told, she moved between the man's thighs on her knees, her lovely little bum pointing toward his feet. Then she bent down, propping herself on her forearms, her lovely little mouth hovering over the purple-headed organ. Staring at it, she was able to see the differences between this one and her sister's fiance's penis. Marshall's cock had a red tip, this one a lilac tip. Marshall's penile head looked like a mushroom cap, while this one resembled the helmet of an old German World War II soldier. The shank of Marshall's penis had been pink halfway down, and then it had turned stark white. This one was tan all the way down. This one had a much thicker circumference, almost as thick as her slender wrist. She noticed the brown hairs around his pelvis weren't that clustered, nor were they thick as Marshall's hair had been, and she also noticed that his testicles, no less wrinkled than Marshall's, weren't red as Marshall's had been, but also tan. She had been able to see lots of hair on Marshall's scrotum, but this one had a few wisps, and nothing more.
She inhaled deeply, for the first time her nostrils quivering with the delightful aroma of masculinity mingled with the same deodorant soap she had used earlier when she had taken a bath. Though she ought to have been afraid of the penis, the vellicating wand seemed to hypnotize her and draw her ever closer. Saliva was filling her yound mouth, and she was drooling. It looked too good to let go without putting in her small mouth, though she knew she would only be able to hold half of it. Even so, she had to push the penis into her throat if she was going to experience what Brett had called another thrill. He had touched her throat ... no-she had touched her throat, and she realized, even without having seen it done before, that the head would have to fit into her esophagus if it was to rub against nerve-endings and she was to come again. God! She ached to find out what it was like to come in her throat, even though her body was a bit lax due to the two climaxes she had enjoyed when the man had licked her clitoris. She vaguely wondered if he had nerve-endings in his tongue to make him come, as well, but realized that was silly. If he had come, he would have been shooting that gooey white stuff Joycie had mentioned to Vicky.
That gooey white stuff! When he came, he would be blasting it from the little slit in the tip of that thick organ. What was she supposed to do about it? Hold it in her mouth and spit it out?
Raising her head for a moment, she looked into the man's glittering eyes and asked, "When you . . . uhhh . . . come . . . what do I do?"
"If you're even half the woman I think you to be, you'll know what to do without my telling you," he assured her.
She was already feeling the urge to renege, and she knew she mustn't. Quickly, quickly, before she changed her mind.
She opened her tight little mouth and moved her head down, engulfing the hot tip of his oily penis. She clamped her lips firmly around it and gulped, instantly sucking some of his lubricant into her throat. For a moment she thought she might throw up, but that moment passed, and she realized what she swallowed had been oily, salty, but otherwise totally tasteless. What she did taste was the meatiness of the expanding purple head. She sucked strongly, and the tangy flavor of his flesh came through to her taste buds. She liked it! Her lips were widely stretched because of the way his thickness forced them open, and her cheeks were hollowing as she realized she was sucking the penis more and more deeply into her throat. The shank was in her mouth, the head pressing against her narrow gullet, and though she realized she shouldn't try taking such thickness any deeper, she was unable to control herself. Gagging, she forced her young face lower, ramming the swollen tip into her pharynx, clogging her gullet as never before, but instantly feeling what he had been talking about as the penis rubbed against the network of sensation-tinglers in said gullet. She felt sparks blister their way through her body as it once again came to life. She sucked strongly, choking, but refusing to give up the penis. More of it sank into her throat and she was strangling on it, and yet she refused to stop pushing her lovely face down, for each inch meant more pressure against whatever it was in her throat that was wildly aroused.
Then her small lips were pressing into his pelvis, her lower lip touching his wrinkled scrotum, sending more charges of thrilling feeling through her quaking body. Unable to stop herself, she brough her right hand up and began fondling his testicles.
"Unnnhhh... Goddd . . . Michele . . ." he gasped. "You're fantastic . . . bettter than any other woman I've ever known ..." and it was true, basically because she had such a small mouth, added to the fact that she, herself was enjoying it so much, she was doing her best to tighten her oral grip even more. "IHIPrnmmm . . . going to come quickly this first time," he gasped. "Don't be afraid when it happens."
She nodded her head to let him know she understood what he was telling her, and in so doing, she felt the massaging pressure against the nerves in her gullet, and now she knew what had to be done. Pulling her head back, she felt the thick penis slide against her throat, making her inwardly tingle all over again. Then her head moved forward, and the tingle enhanced itself. Back, forth, back, forth, faster now, and Michele realized she was close to another orgasm, herself. She was no longer the immature little girl she had been twenty minutes earlier, when she had unrealizingly tempted the man to begin all this with her. She knew for a fact she was sensuous ... a new and different woman ... yes, a woman in spite of her youth -and fyer virginity. But the virginity was something she would rid herself of in the near future.
The lovely redhead shut her eyes in obvious rapture as she became aware of even stronger thrills as the hot penis continued moving in and out of her mouth. It slid firmly between her delicately nibbling, ovalled lips as her tongue applied pressure to the pulsating urethra in the underside, and her gullet clamped around the head each time she forced it in. Her fingers tightened around his testicles, aware of the delicacy of the little egg-shaped golf balls. With each downward thrust of her head, she took the entire thick phallus into her throat, and her nostrils flared that much wider as she inhaled the pungently crisp masculine strength of him, feeling his crisp pelvic hairs grazing the soft skin of her cheeks.
"Unnnhhh . . . Godddd .. ." he gasped. "You're fantastic . . . unbelievable ... no one has ever sucked cock this good ..."
Above her, Brett Forester's face wore a thrilled expression of wantonly lascivious desire. His fingers tangled themselves in the lovely fluff of her brilliant red hair, and her full, pink lips convoluted around the unbelievably thick and swollen pulsating prong of flesh as she continually thrilled to the piquant taste of his male flesh.
For the moment Michele felt a sense of fulfillment she would never have believed possible, kneeling on the mattress between her cousin's thighs, totally naked, one hand cradling his testicles, while she instinctively reached below with her other hand and pressed a forefinger against the pucker of his anus.
"Push it in," he gasped, and she remembered the way her sister had fingered Vicky's cunt. She didn't know why he wanted her to probe into his rectum, but far be it from her to argue with the man.
She pressed her forefinger inside, and she realized the penis ran much deeper into the body than she had initially believed. She pushed her finger deeper, keeping it pressed against the upper wall, thus unwittingly stimulating his prostate.
Michele knew no matter what happened, she would always be grateful to her cousin for teaching her these things and opening up a whole new world of thrills and sensations to her. She had been somewhat fearful all these weeks that to discover pleasure she would first have to endure pain, and so far none of it had come to pass. The girl she had been a half-hour ago was now totally alien to her, and she wondered how it was possible for her to have existed all this time without having known about these wonderful feelings. There was so much more to learn, too. She would learn it all ... all ... and she would be grateful for it.
No longer was it difficult to understand why Cora had done all the things she had done with Marshall. Too bad her second sister, Elsa, had been married to such an artless lover, who had hurt her the first ten times before Elsa was able to accustom herself to being fucked. Michele knew when her time came, she would adjust to a penis very rapidly and not endure nearly as much pain as her second sister. If Elsa had know Cousin Brett first, she probably would have never had to endure so much pain.
Poor Joycie! She'd had a clod for a first-time lover, a clod who had lost his erection before being able to puncture her hymen. He had been hairy all over ... so Joycie had said ... and so Joycie had come away with a horrible after-taste. Joycie needed to be made love to by Cousin Brett too, and Michele, always a generous girl, was determined that Cousin Brett would do all kinds of wonderful things for Joycie and make her heterosexual again .. . after he had finished teaching her all the things she had to learn.
Michele felt the heated blood of lustful and uncontrolled passion coursing through the upstanding, throbbing, solidly erect bole of flesh she was noisily sucking on. She got a thrill out of making loud slurping sounds with her lips as she moved the great organ back and forth in her mouth. It seemed to her as if the burgeoning helmet grew thicker with every passing second as her head continued bobbing maddeningly up and down, the entire length of the organ traveling from behind her front teeth, into the depths of her narrow throat, and then back again. The rhythmic sucking of his cock and the milking of his balls made her handsome cousin moan and sigh with uncontrolled rapture, and his hands were pressing down firmly on her head with each downstroke so that had she not accustomed her gulletto to the penile thickness, she would definitely have strangled by now. With each thrust, the tingles in her body mounted to new heights as the huge rod of hot flesh continued eagerly fucking in and out between her eager lips as she dipped and probed, her tongue licking insanely making his cock pulsate that much more rapidly.
There was a throbbing in his urethra now, letting her know he was close. It was about to shoot into her throat, and she still didn't know what she would do with the fluid, but she wasn't going to concern herself with it because her own oral orgasm was starting, and she went totally out of control at this point.
"UUURRRCCCHHHLLLGGGHH-HAAAGGGHHH!" she choked out as she came, and her head bobbed even faster.
Michele felt something happening, mostly because of the finger she had in his rectum, touching his prostate. She felt it jerking and twitching, and she realized there was fluid in there, working its way up through the tube in the underside of his cock. Her other hand felt his balls bloated with sperm, and she knew he was going to come. His fingers tightened in her hair with brutal strength, and he was yanking her lovely little face all the more solidly against his vibrant cock. The scrotum had pulled tightly against the groin now, and then .. .
"HHHAAANNNHHHUUUNNNOOONNNH-HHHHH!" he breathed, and he came.
Michele found herself shuddering, but with illicit delight, as, for the first time in her young life, she felt the hot initial spurt of gushing semen as it blasted against her throat. She reacted instinctively and clamped her lips all the more firmly around the thrusting penis as it continued ejaculating into her gullet. Without thinking, she swallowed, not wanting to miss a single drop of the precious fluid as, pouring down her throat, it set off another small climax in her aching body.
She sucked for what seemed like forever, and when it was finally over, she was loathe to surrender the now-flaccic organ. Nevertheless, the pressure of his hands on her shoulders made her surrender it.
With a sigh of disappointment, she finally yielded to him, licking her lips, noting with satisfaction that the only wetness on the man's penis was her saliva. When a small bubble of white seminal fluid appeared on the tip of his penis, she immediately lowered her head and licked it off. God! She had known sex was great, but nothing she had ever seen had ever prepared her for such wonderfully wanton feelings.
"That was fantastic," he told her.
"You mean, considering it was my first time," she amended.
"Hell no," he replied, shaking his head. "I've been blown by the best of them, and honey, let me tell you, you have them all beat. With practice there's no way you can get any better than you just were. You are a natural cocksucker."
"Look, I'm just a kid," she murmured, suddenly self-conscious of her nakedness. She scooped up her shorts and halter and slipped into them, clutching her panties in her hand as she dressed.
"You're better than the full-grown women," he assured her. "If you want, and only if you want, tomorrow, after my father leaves the house, we'll go about getting rid of that troublesome hymen of yours."
"I don't want to become pregnant," she insisted.
"No problem," he assured her. "When did you have your last period? You do get periods, don't you?"
"I started not too long ago," she nodded. "I hear I started a little later than my sisters. But I had my last one almost a month ago, at the end of April."
"Then you can't become pregnant," he assured her. "But in the future, we'll get you outfitted with a diaphragm."
"Once I do get my period, I want you to do me a favor. I want you to fuck Joycie. She's scared of men. Okay?" He nodded.
Chapter Six
Michele's defloration came about the next day, but it was not quite the way Brett had planned. The beautiful redhead slept a little later than usual because the series of orgasms she had enjoyed had drained her. But youth was on her side, and with sleep came renewed strength.
When Michele awoke the following morning, she discovered her sister had been awake for more than an hour. Michele shared a bedroom with Joycie. The house was a three-bedroom, split-level home, with Cousin Bill sleeping in the master bedroom, Cousin Brett in his own room, and across the hall from the master bedroom was the third bedroom, a very tiny bedroom, into which two beds had been fitted. The girls had been forced to share the one small closet there, but since they were only staying two months, they hadn't brought that much clothing. Actually, they would be going home in late August, and this was nearly the end of May, so it would be closer to three months. They also shared the small dresser, chest of drawers, and dressing table.
Joycie, in a green halter and pedal pushers, was sitting at the dressing table, fixing her make-up, and Michele asked, "Where're you going today that you have to get made up?"
"Shopping," her sister replied. "Cousin Bill is going to drive me to one of the big shopping malls and stay with me. I figure it'll take me about two or three hours."
"Hey, why not wait for me?" Michele asked.
"Don't be silly," Joycie taunted. "What does a girl as young as you know about shopping? Besides, dad gave me the credit card."
"Hey, you're only a little more than a year older than me," Michele insisted as her tall, willowy sister stood up and smiled at her.
"A year is enough," Joycie insisted. "But don't worry. Cousin Bill says you can come along the next time."
"Well la-de-dah!" Michele snapped.
"Oh don't be such a snotty little kid," Joycie snapped. "So you stay here with sleeping beauty. I guess our other cousin must have gone out after we went to sleep."
"What makes you say that?" Michele asked.
"He's still fast asleep. He must have gone out and had himself one heck of a time. His father says he only sleeps late after he's been out with a girl."
"Oh!" Michele nodded, and had to strain to keep herself from smiling.
"Well, we're off. See you, sis," she smiled, and hurried down the stairs to meet Bill, who was waiting for her.
The two of them left the house together, and Michele, looking at the small clock, realized it was after nine. She lazily got up, went to the bathroom and took care of everything. She felt twinges in her belly, which meant her period would arrive in two days. She was familiar with her body by now.
After a quick shower, she slipped back into her shorty pajamas and bathrobe, and went down to the kitchen. There, she proceeded to make herself some toaster pancakes, finding some honey in the i pantry. She ate them with relish, downing everything with some milk. Now she felt good and fortified. What was more, she was in the mood to take advantage of the fact that her sister and Cousin Bill were gone. Michele had the feeling Cousin Brett wouldn't mind a little cousinly intrusion, and so turning, slowly made her way up the stairs. She felt somewhat anxious. After all, this was her first time trying to seduce a man, and she really wasn't a vamp. Well, what the heck!
Chapter Seven
Opening the door, she peered into the room. It was dark, the shades drawn over the two windows, one overlooking the side yard, the other overlooking the front of the house. As her eyes became accustomed to the dimness, the girl made out her cousin's sleeping form under the covers of the bed, his naked body covered with a sheet. Moving closer, after shutting the door, she saw he was sleeping very deeply. Wow! She had really sapped him last night. She had only half-believed him when he had said all those nice things to her, but now she knew it was all true.
Curious to" see his nakedness in repose, the lovely redheaded girl drew back the covering sheet from her cousin. Slowly she revealed his powerful masculine form, seeing his large, hairless chest, his big muscular arms, his narrow waist and hips tapering down to muscular calves and thighs. Even now he looked gorgeous. What she had seen last night had not been an illusion.
Michele sucked in her breath and felt a thrill of desire for him as wanton lust began making her virgin center shudder. Her eyes focused on the lifeless, dormant penis ... that same organ she had sucked into her mouth last night, feeling the wonderful thrills it had imparted to her as she had swallowed his juices. By now she knew that if it had given her such a wonderful sensation in her gullet, the feelings would be even more wonderful in her vagina. After all, a vagina was meant to hold a penis. She also knew that tiny as she was, she would somehow be able to hold his penis when it grew to its largest proportions.
She continued gazing intently at the pulsating, quiescent organ, and without removing her lovely blue eyes from it, she slowly began undressing. She looked so small and delightful in the half-light of the room, her red hair shimmering brightly like a fiery halo around her small head, and the sparse hairs on her vagina glistening the same flaming color. At this moment, the only other person in her whole world was Cousin Brett as, totally naked, she moved toward his bed.
Had anyone been observing all this from behind Michele, they would have drooled with desire, seeing the delightfully sensuous flare of the young girl's gently curving hips along with the lushness of her pinkish-white buttocks. She stood poised for a moment, aware this was a moment she would remember as long as she lived. Then she raised her slender white arms over her head tantalizingly, pushing her red hair from heir shoulders, behaving as if her sleeping cousin was actually looking at her and was able to see the delightful way she looked at this moment. Her soft pink nipples swelled without being touched, becoming erect as her tingling, full young breasts wobbled while she languidly stretched her arms once more, then slowly climbed onto the bed to straddle her cousin's sleeping nakedness with her own. Fortunately he was flat on his back at the moment. Slowly, ever so slowly, the beautiful redhead began lowering herself a little at a time. With her legs widespread, one dainty foot on either side of her sousin's sleeping body, her compact creamy whiteness formed one hell of an unforgettable tableau, unseen by anyone or anything save the furniture and four walls in that room.
The girl forced her legs a bit wider apart, spreading them so far, she was unable to touch the man's hard thighs for the moment. At the same time, her pulsing vaginal lips spread themselves wide, the little bud of her clitoris jerking nervously as the determined young girl forced the virginal lips of her cunt even wider apart.
"I'm going to do it," she said to herself. "This is the best way. Now Cousin Brett won't ever have to blame himself for being responsible for any of this." .
Brett, fast asleep, was already sensing the nearness of her body. His mind formed a dream, and the lovely Michele was part of it. He felt the warm breath from her nostrils washing across his face, and he reached up with both hands to grip her lovely naked waist. Little by little his quiescent cock began filling with blood and straightening out until it was once again a long, thick, hard length of fleshy hose-pipe. At last, at last he was going to plumb that tiny virgin cunt of hers. Hell! He would make her love all of it, even the pain.
His body reacted according to the dictates of his sleeping mind. His erection was seemingly sniffing out the tight little orifice between Michele's thighs, and as he squirmed in bed, he suddenly realized it wasn't a dream. It was happening. Michele was there, in his bedroom. Her cunt was hovering over his cock.
"Michele!" he whispered. "Are you crazy? What happens if my father or your sister comes in?"
"They left," she told him. "They went shopping ... won't be back for hours, so don't give me excuses, Brett! Just fuck me!"
The horny little bitch! The cunt-lapping and cocksucking the night before had whetted her appetite for more.
Michele's lovely eyes were already closed, her face flushed with wanton desire, her expressions relaying to Brett precisely what it was she was feeling inside. She was too young to have guile, and her innocence had him volatilely aroused. She lowered herself just a little until her labia were resting on the hard tip of his erect cock, and she felt the throbs in his penile head. The organ lay pressed against her inner labia, and the way the cock-head was pulsating, they both knew it was only a matter of seconds before the massive tool was ploughing its way into the narrow interstice that was her cuntal crypt. Leaning forward, she brought her face that much closer to Brett's, her full, firm young breasts flattening against his muscular chest, her tiny outer vaginal labia jerking back and forth, sliding against the tip of his penis as if letting him know she was determined to plunge down on it.
Brett had never suspected the lovely redhead had this much initiative. Her open honesty struck a chord in him. He had never known a female like her, and he had to admit, she was stunningly beautiful. She deserved the best he had to offer, and here she was, determined to lose her virginity here and now. Well, why not! His father and her sister were out of the house, and her virgin cries wouldn't be heard. He knew full well that there had to be some little pain the first time, but he had a chance to rid her of that agony as quickly as possible.
Beneath the pressure of her moistening, spread slit, the soft feel of her cheek against his unshaven one, he felt himself growing more and more enthusiastic about deflowering her. Hell! She wanted it as much as he! It wasn't even a rationalization! It was the truth.
Meanwhile, Michele, a girl totally unlike her sisters in that she knew her own mind and was determined to enjoy all that sex had to offer, was now planning to rid herself of her troublesome hymen, aware that was what would basically cause her the most pain. As a result, she slid her cunt back and forth that much more quickly against the throbbing head of his penis, building a maddening tingle as his cock rubbed against her clitoris, and the sensation transferred itself to the lips of her sparsely haired vaginal lips. She felt her cousin's huge, thick phallus so large and slippery against her, swelling to an alarmingly larger size as she rode the outer lips of her cunt back and forth along the top of it. She was unable to stop herself as heat seethed more and more intensely inside her, and the tip actually separated her inner lips a little and rode between them. The hugeness of it began frightening the lovely girl, but she was unable to stop herself. The huge head swelled that much more, and the large bulbous mass was beginning to applt pressure to her narrowness. It dug that much deeper into the narrow pit of her virgin interior, and the girl became frightened.
"Oh hell, Michele!" he gasped, and his head lifted for a moment, then slammed back against the pillow beneath as he permitted wild and uncontrolled sensations to charge through his desire-tormented body. Together, the two of them came into cadence, he, jerking upward against the lovely little girl's seething pussy, feeling her labia willingly spread in an attempt to engulf his massivity, while she wriggled that much-more sensuously against the snug-fitting length of his hot, naked flesh. The stretching of her interior hurt as the head began poking a little deeper, but she was so wet inside, the friction also produced all kinds of thrilling sensations, as well. She swallowed her fear.
This was the cock of her Cousin Brett. He was a man accustomed to fucking the finest cunts, and she knew by now that her own pussy held a mystique for him that none of the other vaginas had ever been able to do. The girl had her first crush. She was in love wi, th Cousin Brett. She would explore the meaning of this feeling she had a little later on, but for now, all she cared about was the total enjoyment.
She comforted herself with the sincere belief that Brett loved her, too. By the time she would learn all she was to him was a fascinating lay, she would no longer be in love with him, but would be grateful enough for all this so both would always look forward-to future fuckings.
She panted, her breath continuing to spread against her cousin's face. She planted small kisses on his eager lips, and his mouth opened to kiss her that much more eagerly. The length of his throbbing cock, jerking eagerly, continued pushing upward very slowly, though the whole of his penile head had yet to be engulfed. Together the two of them groaned with desire.
In spite of earlier reservations that the girl might demur when he finally attempted to dehymenize her, the man was now fully aware of the response in this precocious little nymphet whose wetly sliding vaginal walls were sucking on his cock as she pulled him deeper until the entire broad head of his penis was inside her. She gasped with the discomfort of being stretched, but was aware there was no pain she was unable to withstand. Her petite young body jerked maddeningly against his, letting him know she was no less eager than he to feel what it was really like to be fucked. Her hand snaked behind her, under her ass, and she grasped the throbbing base of his cock and held it in place. God! Ever since sucking on the cock she had thought of almost nothing else. It was the most wonderful instrument ever conceived for the pleasure of a woman.
The pressure of. her delicate fingertips tracing along the thickness of his penis cause lust-inspired madness to race wildly through him, and added to that was the slipping and sliding of her cunt around the head of his cock as she kept pressure on her knees to prevent herself from sliding down his monorail too quickly. He saw her lovely red hair flouncing behind her as her head bobbed back and forth. Each time her face came close to his, he inhaled some of the perfume she had put on ... perfume she had filched from her sister.
Sensuously the beautiful young girl's small but soft and rounded buttocks settled backward against the rock-hardness of her handsome cousin's firm thighs. His ears picked up the sound of her staccato breathing. She hovered, sitting upright for an instant, but keeping her weight on her knees to prevent her from tumbling forward or from sliding down the maypole too quickly. She remained poised, her upright breasts outthrust, looking delightful. Still, he kept his hands on her hips, aware of what she was feeling, not wanting her to feel pain, not wanting her to hate this experience. Her cunt had a tight elasticity to it. He recognized it even with only the head of his cock inside.
Michele knew she had to do it. Staying poised up here like this was totally ridiculous. Taking a deep breath, she let herself fall forward and her nipples were hard like pebbles against his muscular chest. God! The man knew he was unable to keep her there. He had to get his cock into her oven or it would explode outside. For the first time in his life, the man had the feeling a female was using him rather than her being used by him, and it bothered him a little. There had been so many other older, more sophisticated women who had tried using him, and he had somehow or other managed to fool them all and use them all, himself. But for the first time he kind of enjoyed being used by a female. The girl was still such an innocent young thing, and he had to admit, he felt something more for her than he had felt for all the other women of whom he had taken advantage. But he supposed it was because he knew she was a relative.
Michele was waiting, her ass poised, the buttocks trembling as she felt the head of his cock in her girlish trench, aware that with a single thrust of his cock, or pressure of his hand, he would rip through her hymeneal membrane. She wanted the pleasure, but not the pain. Her body felt the strain of the penis widening her vaginal tunnel, and though that was a discomfort with which she was able to put up, she was afraid of the pain the rupturing of her cherry would bring.
But he didn't rush, in spite of his overwhelming desire. This first time for his young cousin had to be exquisite, so exquisite she would be able to withstand the agony for a moment and then forget it, and all that would remain in her mind would be the absolute pleasure. So he stroked her rounded asscheeks, his large palms even supporting them when her knees threatened to slip out from under her. Still, he was the male, and therefore supposedly the master of the situation, and he, not she, should be the one to determine how she would finally lose her virginity.
He rotated her so that her cunt didn't sink any lower, but that part which clasped the head of his penis became used to the pressure, making her wetter and wetter inside until she moaned with delight. Oh dear God! It felt so good! She was spreading her delicately white, hairless thighs as wide apart as possible, slowly, very slowly lifting her vaginal flesh higher allowing the gentle, sensitive pressure of her teenage vagina to rest on top of her cousin's cock again. Her fingers released his penis and pressed against her young, vaginal lips, parting them even more. As a result her fingers also felt the smooth cap of his penis inside the tiny circumference formed by her vaginal opening. The girl gasped with alarm, realizing that her fingers were unable to open herself enough, even though his cock had seemingly done it a moment ago. Was she losing her inner elasticity?
Tears began running down her face as the frustrated young girl grunted, out her disappointment and tears began streaming down her lovely face as she struggled to once again fit the head of his penis into her tiny little orifice.
She stared into her cousin's face and began panting heavily, weeping, "Help me, Brett, please help me ... ohhhh .. . please . .."
This made the older man come to a final decision. She might be a youthful teenager and she might be a distant cousin of his, but these facts merely aroused him rather than caused him to feel this was wrong. The very idea of finding a girl whose blood ran as hot as his own, and enjoying her to the limit ... taking her virginity as an added bonus ... and then using her to help fuck her sister as well, all combined to make him work his cock back and forth until he had gotten it back into the little opening. His two hands moved down and gripped the tiny bowls of her ass and he slowly began forcing her down as he dug his heels into the mattress and pushed, straight up. The rubbery tip began going deeper than before, not quite touching the hymen yet, but digging into new territory, widening her all the more.
"Aaaauuunnnhhh!" the helpless little girl cried out as she felt her inner self being stretched because this time there was no let-up. He wasn't allowing her tunnel to accustom itself to his thickness a little at a time. She realized he intended ramming every last little bit of his penile meat into her.
The girl collapsed against her cousin's chest as she felt the head push a little deeper and widen part of her that had never taken anything inside before. The tight little opening felt as if the flesh was ripping, and she wondered if she was internally bleeding. There was a definite burning sensation at the moment inside the round, throbbing little feminine compression chamber, and Michele knew she would never, but never feel quite the same in there again. It was going to take her a while to recover from her cousin's foraging. Even so, Brett was that much more determined to get his tightly surrounded cock into the snugly clasping depths of the beautiful redheaded girl's seething interior. God! Even this far in he felt how wildly her internal self was palpitating.
Slowly now, not wanting to hurt her more than necessary, aware he was once again the one in control, he thrust upward again while once more pressing down on the soft cheeks of her behind. His lust-maddened, throbbing cock moved inward. The head touched her hymen and she braced herself for agony. But hers was so elastic, it shredded almost at the littlest pressure, and she didn't even feel a sting, since the stretching of her inner walls was more discomfiting. She was totally unaware that he had sundered her membrane, and tensed herself fearfully, waiting, waiting, waiting, certain he would send streaks of torture shooting through her. At the same time her sucking feminine swamp widened as she sank lower and lower without realizing it.
"Uuuunnnggghhh!" she gasped as the impossibly small opening widened as if of its own volition and swallowed the torpedo driving into it. Her cunt sank lower and lower and she braced herself for more pain, and was suddenly jolted as she realized her hand had slipped from the base of his cock, and now her cuntlips were swallowing up the last little bit of that massive entity.
He was all the way in, and aside from the discomfort of her initial stretching, there had been no pain at all. Amazing!
"Hold tight, honey," he told her, keeping her ass all the way down as he forced his cock to throb inside her, widening her narrow orifice that much more. He was gritting his teeth as he moved her circularly with the intent of widening her a bit more.
At this point the pain, what little there had been in the first place, was vanishing completely, and in its place was the hoped-for rapture she had been seeking when she had started all this. Even as she winced and grimaced, biting her lower lip to keep from begging her handsome cousin to stop widening her lovely little interior, the girl realized a crazy thrill was not starting to ooze through her cunt, and from there through her entire body, as if his cock had filled every hollow in her body at once. The pain was gone ... totally gone, and all she felt now was the need to be fucked.
"Fuck me!" she gasped at him. "Oh yes, yes, yes, fuck me, Brett. Fuck me and don't stop fucking!"
Her cry to him aroused the handsome man, He wildly began pumping upward, using a steady rhythm, his urgently thrusting cock pushing, sliding, actually racing in and out, in and out, all of it pulsating from the fantastic pleasure he was receiving from being buried in so tight a little tunnel. Her strong vaginal muscles responded in kind, working for the first time in their life, exercising themselves by squeezing around the pulsing penis again and again.
"I. .. uhhhh ... love itttt. . ." she gasped, pressing her knees into the mattress on either side of him and bucking her body up and down by herself now, realizing the friction was needed for her to achieve that wonderful goal she had sought ever since awakening this morning.
"You're the best!" he gasped in a strangled loice, and his loins strained upward toward her elastic-rimmed tightness, thrusting into the sleeve of her cunt again and again, delighting in the magnificent feel. Wild pleasures raced through both of them, and the bed was bouncing wildly beneath them as he slammed his hips upward with increasing intensity, feeling the girl respond delightedly with a clasping, loosening movement of her interior muscles. Her body was no longer tense, though it was definitely poised to receive the pleasure he was thrusting into her.
He was able to see how pale and lovely the delightful redhead looked as she rode him, her body still shivering, but this time with desire. Mounting pleasure was written on her beautiful features, a pleasure so absolutely intense that the girl was made speechless for the moment, the low gasps of delight Coming from her throat the only verbal indication of her total enjoyment of all this.
The little girl began thrusting herself up and down more rapidly now, riding the greased cylinder of his powerful cock as it filled her repeatedly, thrusting everywhere into her at once. making her feel ready to burst apart with the wonderful joy she was feeling. The pleasure was rising to a far higher level than last night, and Michele knew when the fireworks went off inside her, she would be sitting right on top of the rainbow.
The wet, pink mouth of the tiny girl's trembling vaginal orifice sucked on the pulsing length of masculine meat, admitting every last inch of it inside. She groaned incessantly, rising and falling more and more rapidly. Her face was against his and her tongue sought for, and found his, and began dueling with it. So this was what real kissing was like. Another real first for Michele. God! She had had her cunt lapped last night, and she had sucked a cock to completion, but only now was she discovering the pleasures of kissing. Her own tongue sank as far into the man's mouth as possible, and he sucked on it, almost tugging it out by the roots. Low murmurs of ecstatic delight came rising in torrents from the depths of her throat as the lovely young girl's lips quiveringly twisted with erotic passion. Her graceful white neck was straining, and her mouth worked excitedly as she felt a thin coating of perspiration break out all over her lovely white form. So this was what it was all about. This was sex, lovemaking, or to be absolutely precise about it, fucking.
The youngest of four sisters had entered what she felt was another world, a world that belonged to no one other than herself. This was her own private nirvana. Her lithe, limber, albeit inexperienced young physical form was bursting to learn all the different things about which she had heard people talk, as well as having seen her sisters do.
The doing was more important than the seeing or the reading or the hearing. Nebulous rainbow-filled clouds churned through the beautiful little girl's mind as she felt herself rising to her first vaginal orgasm. Nothing else mattered in the world save that she achieve that superb climax, and that she bring her darling Cousin Brett to his own satisfaction, as well. As Brett had said, her period was so close now, there was no chance of her having a baby from this. So she wanted to feel his hot fluids splashing into her. In order to fully appreciate all of this, she had to experience everything involved, and that included the heat of his semen in her womb. The heatedly sodden flesh of her aching vagina, tormented as it was with desire, quivered, and then began to jerk and twitch as she went totally out of control, moving spasmodically around her cousin's lust-driven power tool. The final tide of orgasm as it washed over her made its initial stabs of penetrating pleasure felt.
The girl began gurgling, unable to actually do more, and then she crooned her delight as the mounting licentious sensations overtook her delicate childlike body. She felt the very ridge of his penile bulb as the massive organ wormed that much more deeply into her. As she felt it grow larger still, and so hard that she was certain it would shortly shatter like brittle crystal, the excited girl shook her red curls and finally totally surrendered herself to the wonderful miracle occurring in the seething depths of her squirming vagina.
Beneath her, as if the passionately aroused, handsome cousin had been poised on the brink himself all the while, just waiting for her, he unleashed a blast of hot, gooey liquid into her, and Michele, feeling the spurt, jerked up and down uncounted times as she clenched the muscles in her formerly virgin flesh to grasp the shooting liquid. Tremendous gushes of steam seemed to be surrounding the pair of them as the man relentlessly fucked upward into the narrow vaginal cupola of his cousin. Her own contracting vagina squeezed his cock like a fist as it sucked up the hot oils he spurted into her. Much of it came oozing right out again, running down his cock onto his groin.
The beautiful young redheaded teenager continued writhing and wriggling above him as she felt his staff beginning to soften. God! Right now she felt as if she were capable of taking another one and even another after that one. She came not once, but a series of times, like a machine gun, with one orgasm after the other.
Brett realized he had really lucked into something with this young kid. The only question was, was her sister any better? He would soon find out; The kid, herself, had suggested he fuck Joycie. Once Michele's period came, she would be the one to lead Joycie to him. It was obvious Joycie liked him, but not quite enough to put out-yet. All this would shortly be taken care of.
Chapter Eight
Fate works in mysterious ways. Michele had planned to have her cousin screw her sister the day after tomorrow, when her period came, and she would no longer be able to benefit from her cousin's cock. That same afternoon she rode him once again, unable to get enough of fucking now that she had been introduced to it. Michele agreed that as soon as her period came and went,. she would visit some local gynecologist and have two diaphragms made. One she would keep in place, and the other she would have washed and ready at all times.
But because of Michele's anxiety, the deflowering of her sister came about much sooner than expected. The following day, as a matter of fact.
Joycie had visited some of the local boutiques that day, not dragging Cousin Bill along, allowing him to visit some old friends who lived in the next town. Bill was forever visiting now that he was retired. In his youth, Bill had been a manufacturer of lingerie, and had put enough money together so that he was able to retire with a big fat nest egg. His son, the ultimate playboy, had never worked a day in his life, but when he had been born, Bill had listed his son as being on the payroll in his shop, thus putting aside lots more money, and as a result, when Brett was twenty-one, he had more than a million dollars in his name. The money, carefully invested, doubled every four years, and there was almost twenty-five million dollars there because as lavishly as Brett spent, it wasn't nearly enough to begin to make a dent in the interest he was earning.
It was while Joycie decided that she didn't want to do any more shopping and hailed a cab to be driven back to the house that Michele approached Brett, who had been sunning himself in the backyard, and said to him, "Come on, Brett, a quickie, huh. Tomorrow my period'll hit, and I'll be incapacitated for the next four days. Okay?"
"I don't know . .." he teased.
"A quickie," Michele pleaded, standing in front of him in her new bikini bathing suit. "Come on, Brett. You know you like me. I need it bad, really bad, okay?"
She turned around and walked into the house, and standing" by the back door, looking at him in the yard, she whipped off the top of her bikini, flashing her enticing breasts at him. Christ! She was one fantastic-looking little piece, all right. He wished he would be able to ram his cock so far into her cunt he'd tickle her tonsils.
He got to his feet, then followed Michele into the house, and prudently suggested, "Come on, honey, let's you and I go upstairs to my bedroom where it'll be safe." The mere thought of that hot little cunt wrapping itself tightly around his thrusting cock as he wormed and burrowed his way into her tantalizing depths had him burning up. "Christ!" he muttered as she came into the room, carelessly shoving the door so that it sounded closed, but really wasn't, so that when she turned the little button on the knob, the door remained unlocked, "I've never known any woman who's had such a desire to be continually screwed, and here you are, just a kid and hot and hungry for it. I mean, you're not supposed to want it that bad until you're in your thirties, honey. Jesus! If you're like this now, I feel sorry for your husband when you hit your peak."
"Oh come on," Michele taunted, taking off his clothing before removing her own bikini bottom. "Age is a lot of bull. I like sex. I guess I'll always like sex, but I don't see me getting any hotter than I am right now, dear cousin."
He watched her reach between her thighs and rub the tantalizing lips of her own vagina for quite a while. She walked to the bed and lay on it, spreading her thighs wide apart, her fingers playing with her desire-filled slit as she murmured, "Oh Brett, show me you really love me as much as I love you."
Brett didn't want to tell her that what he felt for her was pure physical desire. She would only be here a few months, and once she went home it would be better for her to carry cherished memories of their times together than anything else. Therefore, he found it prudent to keep his mouth shut.
Both were naked, and he wasted no time embracing her as he lowered himself on top of her.
"I don't need a warm-up," Michele insisted. "Put it in me right away, hurry, please hurry," she begged. She figured without a warm-up it would take longer for her to come, and she would be able to make it last much longer.
The cab driver told Joycie how pretty she was, and how much he liked her perfume, but she ignored his comments. Men weren't to be trusted. She still longed to be back in the arms of Vicky. But how to convince her father to let her come home. That was the problem. Oh God! She was aching to be loved ... but by a woman!
The cab pulled up in front of Cousin Bill's house, and she paid the driver once she had gotten out. Using a key Cousin Bill had given her, she unlocked the front door and went inside. That was when she heard the voices upstairs. She was about to call out, when what she heard shocked her. It was Michele's voice, and it was lascivious, at best. "Ohhhh . . . yessss . . . fuck me . . . fuck me . .. fuck me,.. Cousin Brett. Ahhhh . . . don't stop ... ohhhhh ,.. don't stop ... it feels so good ... I love that big, juicy cock of yours in my cunt. .. ohhhh .. . yessss ..."
In and out the man was spearing his long, hard cock, driving it into the squeaky tightness of the younger girl's squeezing tunnel. His entire nervous system was going wild, and his blood pounded in his ears, keeping time with the way the girl was kicking her heels against his buttocks. She obscenely wormed the entire portion of her lower nakedness tightly against his groin, pulling his pounding cock as deep into her vagina as was humanly possible.
"Oh yeah ... oh yeah ... oh yeah ..." Brett was gasping as he pounded into her, well aware it would be some time before he came, and he fully intended enjoying the feel of her cunt around his cock. The pressure of her vaginal walls was unbelievably stimulating. He was unable to believe it was possible for a young, inexperienced girl to be able to perform so ably, yet this was precisely what she was doing. "Too much . . . too much . .. too fucking much . . ."he gasped.
Joycie was upstairs by now, and she put a little pressure against the bedroom door, and it eased silently open. She stepped forward in disbelief, unable to believe the sight greeting her eyes. Her kid sister was going at it hot and heavy with a man whose cock looked like a lighthouse it was so long and thick. He was thrusting and panting into her cunt.
Joycie's scream rent the air, and it was so loud, it blasted the two fornicating cousins on the bed onto the floor. Then Joycie was running forward, her fists beating on the man as he attempted to get to his feet as she screamed, "You bastard! You take us into your home just so you can ruin us! Wait till I tell my daddy . . . wait till I tell your daddy." She hit him hard across the face, then turned and ran into the room she had been sharing with Michele, throwing herself down on her bed, burying her face in the pillow.
God! It was horrible! Her younger sister with a man of all things. Horrible! Disgusting! A nightmare! Michele wasn't even screaming. She was begging for more. How, how in God's name was it possible for her tiny sister to be able to handle a man with a pump handle as large as Brett's Why it had to be twice as long and twice as thick as that of the boy who had tried taking her virginity. The boy had been so thick, but Brett was even thicker. That boy's penis had hurt her interior unbelievably.
In Brett's room, the shaken Michele was just pulling herself together.
"We have to do something, and do it fast," she told Brett. "Joycie can be a blabber-mouth. Brett, the only way to shut her up is to fuck her and make her feel it."
"From what you've been telling me about your sister, she won't exactly cotton to a man touching her."
"Damn it!" Michele insisted. "Rape her! Believe me, once you get that hard penis of yours stroking inside Joycie.'s cunt, she'll love it. I know she's a virgin at the present time, and from what I've seen, her vagina looks to be smaller than mine. But I'll bet you can make her like it, Brett. Heck! You have to make her like it. That's our only chance. So move in there and fuck my sister."
Nodding, the naked Brett stepped into the small bedroom and walked over to where Joycie lay sobbing on the bed. She hadn't heard him come in because her mind was still filled with the vision of Brett's masculinely flat buttocks moving up and down, his telephone polelike cock moving in and out of Michele's narrow little orifice.
When the man finally spoke, Joycie all but leaped off the bed as if she had been struck. She had been expecting him to violently react by hitting her, but his voice was no less shocking.
"What's the matter, Joycie?" he asked, his voice deep arid overpowering as he stared down at her, and the girl, looking up, saw the crooked smile on his lips and knew he had something wicked planned, although she was unable to determine just what. "Is your pride all shaken up because I didn't go running after you first?"
The girl stiffened, her face draining of what little color remained. She was shocked. Even after what she had been through with Vicky, it didn't occur to her that grown men found her that attractive. After all, she was only a year older than Michele, well, fourteen months, which meant she was a young teenager herself. She gasped, a horrified gurgling emerging from her throat; a sound she was unable to recognize as coming from within her.
Everything was so mixed up and topsy-turvy. This was crazy. The lovely tall and willowy girl felt a wave of dizziness pass over her because of the vile suggestions her older male cousin had made. How did he ever say such a terrible thing? Yet his voice was reaching inside her, making her realize, to some extent, there was truth in what he was saying. Not that she intended succumbing to his desires, but the idea that he should prefer her rounded, plumpish sister to the tall litheness of herself had come as a bit of a shock. She felt a series of tiny butterfly sensations in the pit of her belly. The most horrifying thing was the realization that afraid as she was, the sensations inside her were more like the ones she had felt when with Vicky than when she had been with the boy she had let try making love to her. Even more shocking was the realization that what she was feeling was much stronger.
The idea of allowing this man to touch her was hideous, at best. It was totally nightmarish, and she dared not even think of allowing something .like that to happen. Why the mere thought of his touching her had her shuddering. It was wrong, all wrong, and she wanted to tell him as much, to protest that she had never, .for a moment entertained such salacious thoughts, but as she stared at his nakedness, she began to wonder. Deep down, was it possible she wanted an expert lover like her cousin to take the fears of men away from her? Was she, in reality, desirous of learning how good a man might make her feel?
Tears continued flowing from her red eyes, and the lovely Joycie batted her long lashes in an attempt to stop them. Crying did, after all, seem like an admission of sorts.
"Don't you dare talk to me like that," she insisted. "When I tell your father what I saw ..."
The mention of her wanting to tell his father irritated Brett. Oh his father would do his best to keep the whole incident hushed up since he didn't want his cousin worrying even more. But Joycie was indeed a blabbermouth, and in order to keep her quiet, he had to involve her, because doing so would effectively silence her.
Chapter Nine
He stared down at her with disdain, and said, "There are no fathers here to help you now, Cousin. Whether you like it or not, I'm about to grant your subconscious wish. I'm going to fuck you silly. I know you're a virgin and afraid of men, but I'm still going to fuck you silly, because you deserve to discover the happiness a good cock can bring you."
"You're insane!" Joyce gasped. "You're totally out of your mind if you think I'm going to give in to you and simply let you do whatever you want. I'll fight you, I'll scratch you, and I swear I'll call the police and have you arrested for rape."
"Really?" he asked. "By the time I'm finished with you, you'll be so thrilled at what I've done, you'll be begging for more. You won't call the cops, cousin, because you'll be aching to learn everything there is to know about a man-woman relationship. Why, I haven't even begun to teach Michele, and before I do teach her a few more things, I think you ought to at least be her equal in knowledge, after which I'll teach the both of you together."
"You're crazy!" Joycie gasped.
He stood with his arms folded over his chest, his body between her and the door, and she knew there was no way she would be able to get out of that room without his agreeing to it. When she heard him chuckle, she realized that if he had been intimate with her younger sister, a girl fourteen months younger than herself, nothing would stop him from violating her body, as well.
Slender, somewhat disheveled willowy redhead, was cowering, trying to pull away from Brett, pressing herself into the pillows of the bed. She whimpered with fright, and then she gasped when his knee pressing down on the side of the bed made the bed slant alarmingly in his direction.
"Oh no . . . you can't... you just can't... it isn't right..." she begged, holding out one hand at arm's length in an attempt to ward him off, though she realized the hopelessness of it even as she did it. To her horror, he took her extended hand with one of his own.
"Calm down, dear cousin," he whispered, his insidious voice soft with desire. "There's no real reason for you to get upset. I mean, the truth of the matter is, you want it just as bad as I. You'll realize it once we get started and I warm you up." "No . . . please . . . stop talking like .that," she gasped. "What'you want is a terrible thing. It's like incest. I've never done anything like that before, and..."
"That's a lie," Michele cried from the doorway. "You let a boy try with you, but you were too scared to go all the way."
"I won't do anything with you!" Joycie yelled at Brett.
"Wrong," he insisted. "You will, and what's more you'll do it because you want to do it."
Joycie began entertaining wild thoughts of killing her cousin. Downstairs in the kitchen there was a drawer filled with knives, and the- idea of getting her hands on one of them and pushing it into her cousin seemed like a good idea at the time. No! She didn't dare! It wasn't in her to do a thing like that ... not at all. She found herself being drawn even closer to the man's solid chest. He was disregarding her hands as they pushed against him, his powerful masculine arms all but crushing her against him as his hot mouth came down on hers, searching to pull her tongue from inside her mouth as he pressed his lips firmly to hers.
Joycie groaned, frightened for the moment, and she struggled feebly for a panicky instant, aware of her older cousin's firm hand pressing solidly against her small, firm breasts beneath the silky material of her dress. She was horrified and went limp, but her movements were futile. Her mind was surprised at the softness of her cousin's lips, having expected them to mash against hers and push hers into her teeth. As a result she felt more of the fluttering sensations inside her.
"There," Brett whispered, taking his mouth from hers once he realized she had stopped fighting him. "That wasn't too bad, was it?" All the while his palm continued stroking her breast through her dress as he murmured, "Stop fighting me, you beautiful girl. Just let yourself go, relax, enjoy. You're at the age where sex can be wonderful. Michele knows I'm right, and what's more, deep down, so do you."
The worst part of it all was his words were echoing Joycie's own frenetic thoughts, and the helplessly trapped willowy redhead began moaning in desperation. She realized her cousin was right. There was no way on earth she would be able to fight him and hope to win. He was much too strong for her. Her body, which had always refused to respond to males before, was reacting more violently than it had when she had made love with Vicky. She was turning into a bundle of raw nerve-endings, and her mind was a jangled mass of confusion. She no longer had any kind of control over herself.
Joycie knew any further pleading would be totally useless. Her own sister was egging the man on, and in front of the naked girl, if he backed off, he would feel shamed. As a result she made no effort to stop the son of her father's first cousin ... once removed as he unbuttoned her dress and slipped his hand inside, letting it slide inside the brassiere she had taken to wearing in New York. His fingers slid under one cup and then the other, groping her beautifully tiny, albeit perfectly shaped breasts. The pressure of his fingers sent all kinds of maddening flames licking through her body, for even though his hand was large, it was more gentle than Vicky's had ever been. He seemed to know the right way to touch a female to set her off. Small pinpricks of delicious feeling raced maddeningly through each tip of her pliant bosom as he rolled the hardening softness of first one, and then the other nipple tantalizingly between thumb and forefinger.
A maddening thought wandered through the beautiful girl's mind. She wondered if this was the way he had initially seduced Michele, for she was certain her sister had been the seducee and not the seducer. It would never occur to her that Michele was .capable of initiating anything sexual. She wondered if her younger sister had felt these same thrills she was feeling now. The thought sent the craziest shiver through her quaking body, as something akin to jealousy rather than concern for her younger sister took hold of her. It was now that Joyce began realizing that a change was taking place in her relationship with Michele. Her younger sister might be just that, younger, but she was no less mature than herself. In fact, it was obvious Michele had tasted sexual pleasures with a man before herself, making her wonder if her sister might have been seduced even before coming to New York. Then the thought of her sister's gullibility passed from her mind once and for all.
The lovely slender girl felt her cousin's breath washing over her lovely face, and it occurred to her that he regarded her as being pretty much the same easy kind of target as Michele. Here he was moving his handsome head down to her as his lips pressed firmly against hers again, and with a shudder, the beautiful redhaired girl discovered her tongue was thrusting deeply into the man's mouth rather than waiting for his tongue to move into hers. He was sucking on her tongue, pulling it deeper, feeling her lovely quivering form slowly metling against him. Finally he eased his mouth from hers and said, "This isn't fair, I'm naked, Michele's naked, but you aren't. We have to remedy that situation immediately."
The realization of what he was saying was like a sudden gust of maddeningly cold air, and the beautiful Joy tie realized just what it was she was about to let happen. Somehow, in some way, she had to break away from her cousin ... of snapping this horrible bond of intimacy that was slowly strengthening with every passing moment. She had to find a way to escape what he had in mind. But where would she go? Besides, at this moment, her legs felt like rubber and she was certain they wouldn't support her. He had this effect on her. If she managed to get out of the house and to a neighbor's, and then called the police, she would be making trouble for more than Brett. There would be trouble for Cousin Bill, and there would be her sister's name. It was bad enough to have her father come down on her when he had found out about her and Vicky,, but if he ever learned a man was touching his youngest daughter, he would come running with a shotgun. The last thing in the world she wanted was to see her father become maddened because of further complications brought about because he had initially discovered her lesbianic leanings.
She began weeping as Brett held her in a sitting position while his hands began to deftly, gently remove her clothing. Weakly, the lovely lithe redhead rolled her head from side to side in futile protest. At this point she wondered if anyone was her friend. When Vicky's parents had burst in on Vicky and herself, they had accused her of having led their precious daughter on, and if Vicky didn't actually refute it, neither did she come out to defend Joycie in any way. Her father was always too busy making more money and screwing either her mother or one of the girls in his shop to bother with her daughters. Her mother had to keep her mind from her husband's infidelity by constantly going shopping and visiting. Cora, her oldest sister was always either working or busy with her fiance, Marshall. Elsa, her next sister, was married and had a life of her own. Michele had always been the one closest to her, and now even her baby sister was egging their cousin on, as if saying, "He fucked me, now let him fuck you."
Joycie was the most emotional of the four sisters. Every little thing around her affected her, and she always responded in an emotional way. Basically, she was crying out for much-needed love, love only her younger sister, and to some extent Vicky, had been able to give her. The kind of "love" this cousin was offering was lust, and had little, if any emotion in it, or so she reasoned, although Brett was the kind of man who, when seducing a woman usually did give love in his own way. Perhaps it was the fact that he offered a very real kind of love at the time he was making it with a woman that made all females respond to him so readily.
She was naked now, and he was moving his own naked body against her. His arm went around her shoulders as her hand flattened itself against his chest. He had almost no hair at all on his chest, and as a result his flesh felt firm and pulsating under her palm. Once again his hungry mouth claimed hers, closing over it, his tongue sliding between the barriers of her lips, moving between her even, perfect teeth. This time she was the one sucking, pulling on the lingual organ with all her strength as if it might give her some solace. Unconsciously the lovely teenage redhead let her hand slide up and down against his chest, her palm running over his masculine nipples, and then her fingertips were reaching for them, rolling them much the way he had layed with hers, moments before.
The slender, tractable young girl quaked with new fear as she felt her cousin's hand tracing its way up the soft, hot flesh of her tantalizing inner, tantalizing thigh, moving higher and higher. Her legs parted without her wanting them to, and cool air washed over the burning inner heat of her. For a moment her breath caught in her throat as her wanton cousin's fingers slid closer to her naked vagina. There was no hair there, and for the first time she was embarrassed about her having shaved. But he made no mention of it, nor did he react to it other than to touch her naked labia. She gasped, but held, her succulent inner cuntlips. Slowly, very slowly, two fingers slipped into the inner heated wetness of her vertical slot. His thumb reached forward and slid down as his forefinger moved up, and the fingers captured her clitoris between them. The instant he compressed the little nubile nubbin between his fingers, she gasped, afire with more want than she would have imagined possible. For some reason, this man was able to make her feel things not even Vicky had been able to arouse in her.
It was at that moment that she turned her head and saw her naked sister smirking at her, watching
:ing with what looked like an evil sense of satisfaction, as if contemptuous of her for succumbing so swiftly to the same evil that had overpowered her. Michele, the one girl with whom she had been able to communicate, was now against her like everyone else. As a result, Joycie froze, and then suddenly came maddeningly to life to squirm and struggle with renewed strength as she did her best to get away from her first cousin ... twice removed. She was sick and tired of living her life to please others. She was angry that anyone other than herself seemed to control her destiny. Since it was her own life, she felt she ought to have a say in how it was being run. At the moment she felt a strong hatred for just about everyone else in the world ... both male and female. She even hated her younger sister, because indirectly, Michele was responsible for this happening to her ... Joycie. After all, had she not heard Michele's squeals, Joycie would never have even known what was taking place between her sister and her cousin, and she would have been left out of everything. So Michele was definitely to blame, since Joycie had only gone to what she believed to be her sister's rescue, and this was how she was being made to pay for it.
"Damn you! Damn you! Damn you to hell!" she cried. "You're a filthy animal! All you want is to use me for your own rotten purposes, the way you used Michele. Don't touch me you disgusting animal, taking us into your home and then raping my kid sister."
"Raping?" he asked, amused at the idea. "Is that what you really think? Let me assure you, Joycie, if any raping was done, it wasn't done by me. That little cunt of your kid sister's is insatiable. The kid would be classified as a nympho, except that she enjoys everything. Hell! She came looking for me, honey. So if you get any ideas about telling my father about this, we'll at least let him know the truth." As he spoke, he looked at Michele and winked, and the younger girl smiled that she understood it was all a bluff.
Grabbing both of Joycie's wrists, he brought them together and gripped them in one huge hand, gently but firmly, then all but forced her to lie nakedly back on the bed with himself sprawling on top of her ... once again ... with care. The girl was sobbing, totally incapable of moving for the moment.
"I'm the one who's tired of hypocrisy, beautiful cousin," he told Joycie. "Both Michele and I are aware of your hang-ups, and we're also aware you're looking for a good sexual relationship with a male. Emotionally, you're about five years behind your sister, and I ought to leave you alone. But I figure the time has come for even a little girl like you to grow up. So honey, I'm going to fuck you. Your sister's cunt got me going, and I'm still stiff as a board down there. I have to get my rocks off, and your cunt is the place to do it. By the time I'm finished with you, you'll be begging me for more and more."
"Oh God ... no . . . no . . . don't do this . . . please ... I didn't mean ... oh no . . . don't. . . Cousin Brett . . . don't do this to me ..." the beautiful nubile redhead wept aloud in a pleading voice, tears streaming down her cheeks as the man began caressing her outer thighs and buttocks, building heat in the seething depths of her body, making her gasp as the shudders slowly subsided against her will. His hand moved over to her flat belly and massaged there as well, and Joycie was aware of involuntary spasms as she jerked her stomach up to meet his massaging palm. His eyes were now locked on her bare pelvis, aware of how swollen and pouting her outer labia looked.
She tried squirming away, but it was no good. He still had her wrists gripped. Then he separated her hands, holding one away from the both of them, while he forced the other down between his own legs, wrapping her fingers around the Lincoln Log between his thighs. She gasped as she became aware by touch of how thick it was, the heat all but burning her palm., He squeezed her hand, making her apply pressure to his cock, and she felt it throb all the more vibrantly. Her mind immediately made comparisons between this penis and that she had touched a week earlier. This was so much heftier. It was also hotter, and the underside of her hand-edge was aware the hairs on his groin were considerably less than those on the hair of the other man. Too, this man's balls were much larger, and when she looked down, she was aware his scrotum was almost naked, save for some few wisps. Frightened as she was, the sense of disgust she'd had with the other man wasn't with her, now.
Keeping her hand on his cock, he began moving closer to her, pushing her thighs apart, and then slowly forcing his way between them. Her defenseless thighs now formed a cradle for his body as he guided his lust-stiffened member forward. He pressed on her ankles now, letting go of her hands, pushing down so that the heels of her feet were pushed back against the undersides of her thighs, her knees straight up. His hard cock had its tip between her labia, and with no hands, he rubbed it back and forth, aware for the first time that this taller, more slender girl, had a narrower, smaller cunt than her sister. Little by little the unwilling lips of her tantalizing pussy began parting.
The lovely girl tossed her long reddish-blonde hair wildly, shutting her beautiful blue eyes as she felt a shudder of horror because of the sensuous electrical contact of her handsome cousin's huge, throbbing phallus against her involuntarily pulsating vaginal flesh. The captive cousin held her breath for what felt like forever, frozen because of the utter subjugation she was undergoing at the hands of her handsome male relative.
"Uuuuuhhhaaannnhhh!" she cried out in pain, gasping as the tip of his penis found her opening at the bottom of her slit and began slowly pushing forward, applying pressure and forcing her inner walls apart.
The handsome man pushed, aware that this tall girl's interior, unbelievable as it seemed, was even narrower and tighter than that of her younger, smaller sister. He actually grunted with the effort as he continued trying to sink his cock deeper.
"Yyyyaaaiiyyyaaaggghhh!" the beautiful model-like redhead cried out as the hard, rounded tip finally pushed past her vulva opening and the rim of his corona finally was sucked behind her inner labia. He pushed a little harder, found the going much more difficult than with Michele, but refused to relent.
Joycie screamed with agony as her tight walls slowly but surely had to widen while the man continued pressuring his cock into her. She felt as if her vaginal interior was being split wide apart, the pressure completely unbearable at this point. Oh God! He was immense! She had never dreamed any man was this thick, and the pressure was incredible. The agony was intense.
"My God! You're hurrrtttiiinng meee!!!" she cried out loud, her voice a squeal more than a cry as her eyes were now wide open and she was able to see the look of intense concentration on the man's face as he pondered sinking his shaft that much deeper into her.
"I. . . can't. . . hold back ..." the handsome man grunted. "It has to be . . . uhhhh . . . fast Joycie . ,.. or it'llll... aaaannnhhhh ... hurt more . . . here we go, honey ..."
As the horrified older sister lay there, and the younger sister, still standing in the doorway watched, the man's teeth were bared in a look of uncontrollable lust, letting both of them know he was unable to keep his cock from sinking deeper. The debauched sight of this beautiful and slender girl beneath him was too much, her tantalizingly sleek thighs widespread, her naked cunt pulsing.
Michele urged him on, saying, "Don't hold back now, Brett. She's feeling the pain and she has to feel the pleasure. The pain has to be washed away once and for all. Do it!"
"Heeeee ... we... g-o-o-o-o-o-o . . ." he announced in a heavily panting voice, and he tensed his buttocks, cocked his hips, and then proceeded to thrust solidly forward, coming down heavily on his helplessly conquered cousin, his weight pressing against the round softness of her lemon-sized breasts, pushing them firmly into her own chest.
The handsom man's hips thrust forward with the most brusque of movements, and his lust-hardened cock went charging into Joycie's cunt, tearing through a far more unyielding membrane, shattering it, causing the lovely girl untold agony. The phallus ploughed in with roaring fury, pushing tightly soft, wet walls of vaginal flesh aside as it juggernauted deeper, the intimate flesh crinkling as he sank farther into her. There was no stopping his powering cock. The full length and thickness of it had to sink itself into the beautiful girl's tight vestibule, and finally his testicles, with a loud smacking sound, hit against her perineum and rounded asscheeks, beating against the tiny pucker in her anal crevice.
"Aaaaaiiiyyyeeeiiiaaggghhhaaahh!" Joycie shrieked, the torment overpowering her senses completely as she wriggled uncontrollably.
Her impossibly filled, formerly virgin passage pulsated in agony against the hard, chunky cylinder of flesh and sinew that had violated it with a single thrust. The deeply pulsing cock of Brett Forester pulsed in the teeming depths of her quaking belly, and the helpless girl was able to feel every little ridge on the full length of the penis. She was even able to feel the throbbing tip and the pulsating urethra in the underside as her walls snugly surrounded the organ and tried rushing it to death. Her hot cunt pulsed again and again, and with the pulsations there was more pain.
Above her, the handsome man who had impaled her knew that if he stayed in her long enough and stroked hard enough, the pain would eventually disappear, and in its place would be that same pleasure he had given to almost all the women he had fucked. Joycie, in her own way, was every bit as sensuous as Michele, and he knew if she was fucked long enough, she would come, and all the agony would be forgotten.
Joycie lay there, totally immobile for the moment, too terrified to move for fear of stirring emotions in her, and at the moment she had no desire to feel either good or bad emotions. The bad sensations were awful enough. But to actually feel something good from all this would have been obscene.
There was silence for the moment, save for the heavy breathing of the three people in the room, for Michele was close to them now, observing, herself equally aroused, for she had been near her orgasm when her sister's interruption had prevented her from having it. As a result, she was still in need of fulfillment, herself.
Joycie felt a powerful throb in the depths of her interior. The fantastic breadth and length of Brett's hard cock seemed to jerk yet another quarter of an inch into the dark shelter of her steamy cunt as he flexed it again.
"Hhhhaaauunnnhhh! It hurrrrts!" she wept breathlessly, her face twisting, grimacing with the shooting pains she was feeling in the churning depths of her.
"How is she?" Michele asked.
"She's tight!" Brett grunted.
"As tight as me?" Michele wanted to know with the vanity of unthinking youth.
Brett knew this was the wrong time to antagonize either girl. He gasped, "She's different from you, honey. Her tightness comes from trying to squeeze me out, while you're wonderful tightness was caused by sucking me deeper." Then to Joycie, he said, "The pain'll be going away any minute now, and when it does, honey, you're going to find out the true meaning of bliss." Christ! Her cunt was a vise that was clamping his cock all the more tightly with every passing second. He only hoped he would have enough wetness in there to stroke back and forth.
The man flexed his cock more and more, making it pulsate in her quaking depths, and with each throb, the pain seemed to lessen just a little. He forced himself up on his stiffened arms, then, while balancing himself on one arm, he used the other hand to lightly caress her breasts in order to enhance the desire in her while causing the agony to continue lessening. Now that his cock was totally buried, the man was able to display some little bit of patience. He caressed the small white mounds, teasing the silver dollar-sized areolae, and the nickel-sized nipples, both of which extended into little pinkies again the moment he touched them. He tantalized them, causing heat to once again flare in the wounded depths of Joy tie's womb.
"Unn'nnhhh . . . hhhaaannnhhh . . . onnnnhhhhh ..." Joycie gasped, her resistance slowly lessening with every passing moment, the desire beginning to show in her face in spite of the helplessness of her position.
The lovely girl wondered if she would ever be able to look herself in the mirror again, for she had allowed her cousin to strip her of her self-respect. Raping her had been bad enough, but she realized that her acceptance of this attack would remove that self-respect. Yet there was no way on earth left for her to save face. He was removing that self-respect more surely than her father, when he had learned of her affair with Vicky. What was now left of her young life was a shattered image of herself. Joycie had always been certain she would grow up to be an independent and intelligent woman. Now she realized how much she was dependent ... if not on her father, then on some man ... not merely for her livelihood and her existence, but for her physical needs. She, Joycie Forester, would need men now, for the awakening of lust in her was becoming stronger and stronger, and she knew what the eventual climax of all this would be. It would result in her needing satisfaction from then on. Her entire world, at this moment, like her cunt, revolved .around the throbbing penis buried inside her as it pulsated in her raw and inflamed vagina, a vagina that was seeping bloodstains onto her coverlet, a coverlet Michele would change later on.
Joycie was aware that her handsome cousin was fully aware of the loss of her last remaining ounce of inner resistance, and his mouth slowly came down on hers, kissing her gently, tantalizingly, and then he began a slow, back-and-forth rocking motion between her thighs. In, then out, in, then out, slowly, gently, not deeply ... the strokes short for the moment ... and her wide-held thighs responded. The beautiful redhead felt tiny little explosions like single sticks of dynamite going off inside her plundered pussy, the stroking cock searing her soft, sensitive inner flesh with delight. His motion made her elastically pulsating vagina throb with vibrant response. At this point, there was nothing more for Joycie to do other than groan in" helpless defeat and acknowledge her surrender to the monster buried in her teeming self.
That was when she realized her body, as if of its own volition, reacting totally involuntarily, no longer subject to the control of her mind, was beginning to respond. Lascivious flames of thrilling desire were coursing through her blood vessels, and arousal was building more and more quickly as the pain submerged itself into the pleasure so that she no longer felt the hurt, but the desire. She was on the verge of totally surrendering herself to this handsome man, and what she had thought of as being repugnant was now something marvelous. Her slender body suddenly felt strength surging through it, and she knew she would be able to hold this man on top of her without his weight crushing her. The mere thought that she was beginning to accept it so placidly, as if it were natural, sent chills racing insanely through the quaking body as she became aware of the stroking rhythm of the thrusting phallus of Brett Forestor's skewering organ as it stabbed again and again into her highly stimulated vital cupola.
Faint mewls of animalistic, servile acceptance came from the depths of the beautiful girl's panting young chest, her lovely face beginning to glow with passion as her mouth worked against his, her neck straining as she lifted her face to his, her nostrils flaring, her long, disheveled red hair like a banner proclaiming her inner needs. She pressed her palms and her heels into the mattress and slammed her fulcrum against that of the man fucking her ... a ruthless captor who had suddenly become her lover.
She saw her sister's face off to the side, smiling, and realized there had been no malice in Michele when she had told Brett to fuck her. She was first beginning to understand the wonderful thrills her sister had been feeling from a man, and she also realized any desire she might have had left for Vicky had been torn right out of her with her hymen.
Her small breasts continued throbbing, feeling the weight of his strong masculine chest against her nipples, pushing them into her flesh as if they Were tiny electrical buttons, ringing sensual bells inside her. He continued pounding into her ravaged cunt, and as a result the cords in Joycie's neck as well as those in her thighs stood out clearly as she continued wriggling under the pressure of her cousin.
Had Brett been capable of feeling lasting love, it would have been for Joycie. There was that certain something about the girl that took control of him. Perhaps the one thing that kept him from falling head-over-heels for the tall, limber girl, was her shorter sister, since he definitely enjoyed Michele's cunt too much to be willing to surrender it, and Joycie, though probably willing to let him fuck both, her sister and herself under present circumstances, was the kind of girl whose morality would insist on fidelity from a husband.
At this point Joycie was aware that she would have been a total fool to deny the fervency of her feeling. There was no doubt that she was completely, enjoying this wonderfully mindless fucking. There was no way in the world that she would be able to deny the cravings of her body as one delicious - sensation after another wafted through her as she lay beneath her cousin, giving as good as she was getting by now.
Above the thrilled and excited young redhead, the handsome Brett Forester continued slaving away, his entire body awash with perspiration as he shifted his rhythm to a longer, smoother, more powerful stroke, drawing his lust-stiffened, oil-glistening cock nearly all the way out of his wonderful cousin's squeezing pliancy on the backstroke, and then plunging vibrantly forward into her willingly uplifted loins repeatedly. Each forward thrust made his weighty balls slap solidly against the sensitive little opening that was her asshole.
The handsome man smiled down at his cousin now, not a cocky smile, but a loving smile ... at least to the extent that he was loving the fucking of her and realized she loved it too ... and she found herself smiling back at him. She was completely speared on the end of his cock, his to do with as he pleased. He had realized his dream with Joycie much sooner than he had realized. This was only her third day staying with him. Michele had been an added bonus, but a no-less-delightful one. Brett knew each woman developed her own fucking style, and Joycie would soon have hers, so that even in the dark, with his hands away from any female body, using only his cock, he would be able to distinguish between the two sisters easily enough. .
Joycie was mewling and moaning, and it was with desire. She twisted as gasps of utter delight came from between her lips. The wanton cock thrusting into her had made her a true woman in every sense of the word.
Unlike Michele, Joycie didn't bother to think in terms of possible pregnancy. What she did think in terms of was sheer pleasure. Oddly enough, she would never use contraception, and .even after becoming a model and fucking for countless men, she would not conceive until she got married. In fact, her conception would take place on her wedding night. But reproduction was the farthest thing from Joycie's mind at the moment. All she cared about was pure pleasure.
She gasped as the handsome man's hand slid beneath her body and began tickling the lips of her cunt. She responded by tightening and loosening her vaginal muscles much the way Michele had done, but because her cunt was even narrower than Michele's, Brett felt the pulsations that much more strongly.
The beautiful girl began keening with delight, totally shameless in her enjoyment of what she was feeling at this point. Her heels dug even more firmly into the mattress as she lifted her body higher and faster, her cunt nursing on his cock as if expecting nourishment to come pouring from inside it. This time she wanted to fill her nostrils with the acrid aroma of his sperm. For some reason, she no longer felt disgusted, and the mere thought of its Cloroxy scent had her that much more aroused.
"Groans of unrestraint came leaping from her throat, and Michele, staring between the thighs of :he fucking couple, shivered with glee as she saw her sister's narrow little opening stretched to accept the cock like a mouth that was greedy with desire. Now she had an idea what she looked like when her cousin fucked her. He was plunging ruthlessly to the core into Joycie now, and Joycie loved every last little bit of what was happening.
Now it was time for Michele to get into the act.
Chapter Ten
Michele's skin gleamed like white porcelain as she watched her cousin continuing to fuck her sister. The excitement in her loins had been at a fevered pitch all this time, and she empathized with her moaning sister. She knew from experience how good Brett's fucking was, and she was almost tempted to interrupt everything and let Joycie feel how it was to have something like this brought to a sudden stop without a proper finale.
The wildly preoccupied couple had not even noticed her standing there, and at this point Michele felt somewhat put out, since it was because of her all this had come about. Had she not made girlish advances to Brett in the first place, she was positive he wouldn't have made headway with either one of them. Now the two of them were groaning in ecstasy, and here she was, unfulfilled, and in need of satisfaction.
There was no doubt that Brett was thrilled to the point of madness by the silky soft sheath of the older girl's palpitatingly tight cunt as it continued sucking on his long, hard cock. He drove the full javelin into the tight envelope between the excited redhead's slender, cream-white thighs, powering in with all his strength now while running his hands over the nakedly glistening surfaces of her tantalizingly voluptuous body. The handsome man was half out of his mind with the magnificently exquisite sensations of fucking this beautiful, slender cousin and having her respond so eagerly, so totally, so completely. Yes, there was no doubt she had the hot blood of the Foresters in her, all right.
Indeed, she was trying to take control of the situation, her long, limber legs twining themselves around his back and buttocks so strongly she was effectively able to control the pressure with which he thrust into her hot, tumid maddeningly aching cunt.
Hell! He felt ready to come at any moment. Because he had come from fucking Michele to fucking this one, he was able to sense the wonderful differences in the two of them. Her lips, kissing him hard as her hands wound themselves in his hair only served to enhance the thrills for both of them.
Everything about the beautiful girl had totally changed. She was no longer the inhibited, frosty little bitch she had been when she had first arrived. Now she .was free, feeling liberated and uninhibited for the first time in her life and enjoying every last little bit of it. She was not so much being fucked, as she was fucking. This difference had not escaped the attention of Brett, arid he realized he was quite powerless to change it.
"Uuuuuunnnnhhhhh ... more... more... more . .." Joycie was begging, almost mimicking the sounds her sister had been making, if not the actual words. Not that there was anything inhibited about Joycie, but she wasn't used to using four-letter words that were overly explicit, and as a result, was not that familiar with them, though she loved the pressure of his cock digging into the secret tunnel between her aching thighs. "Do it... do it.. . more .. . more . . . keep doing it. . . more .. . don't stop . . . Brett. . . please . . . please ... oh yes . . . yes . . . that feels so good . . . so good . . . more . . . more . . . must have more . . ."
Standing beside the definitely squeaking bed, watching all this wild thrashing taking place, seeing the turning, twisting tableau, aroused at the sight of her sister and cousin, the little Michele saw she had been correct in her assessment of her sister's sexuality and just what was needed to take her away from homosexuality. Yes, her sister definitely needed this more and more in order to respect herself.
But even as the beautiful younger girl congratulated herself on being instrumental in bringing all this about, she was unable to keep her girlish fingers from wandering between her thighs and searching out her own clitoris, feeling the way it quivered inside the protective sheath of her frenulum. A quick massage brought it poking its head out, and she was all set for more feeling.
"Ummmmm!" she cooed to herself as she watched her handsome cousin continually thrust the full length of his massive inflexibility into the narrowly seething depths of her lovely sister's hungrily welcoming belly, pounding and worming ever deeper into the tunnel of a thousand delights with a maddening demonlike fury. His pistoning cock fucked into the slightly older girl's barely flaring, narrow cunt, his balls smashing against her clenching buttocks again and again, her ass rebounding from the obscenely creaking mattress in order to allow her vagina to totally swallow the huge obdurance of his cock.
"Ohhhhh.. . wowwww!" Michele gasped, leaning closer, staring with her eyes bugged out. Then, very loudly, she said, "Me too, it's only fair I get in on some of this."
Even though the smaller girl's words were heard by the wildly fucking couple, each was so lost in the thrill of one another at that moment, they merely continued their frenzied thrashing, unable to do anything else as the panting Joycie proved to be one exquisite mass of overpowering inner squishiness as the blazing cock continued making inroads again and again into the depths of her aching vagina, a vagina that needed more and more of the cock feeding it. Her loins seemed to blaze with an unholy fire as she thrilled to the pressure of Brett's hands teasing her flesh, the fingers running over her like searing tongues of flame, his kissing lips making her ache for more as the driving friction of his cock thrilled her, bringing her to new heights of glory as he continued wriggling against her. She was on the verge of orgasm, and not the light ones induced by Vicky, either. This was an atom bomb compared to previous firecrackers, and even as her sister's intruding voice reached her ears, she decided she could not in the least be deterred from attaining that ultimate goal.
"Yes . . . yes . . . yes . . . keep doing it . .. keep doing it. . . don't stop now . . . don't stop . . . please don't stop . .. ooohhhh . . . please ... please . .. harder ... a little more . .. just a little more ..." Joycie cried, panting and squirming as she felt his burning breath waft against her cheek.
His plunging cock was like an unrelenting animal, almost raging as it hurtled deeper and deeper into her tight confines, making her tingle with life from the tips of her toes to the back of her head. It was wonderful for Joycie... beautiful, in fact, better than anything she had dreamed of when with Vicky. It was so overpowering, she felt the breath locked into her body for a moment as the towering tidal wave of pure orgasm completely overwhelmed her.
"AAAYYYAAAGGGHHH . . . UUUNNNGGGHHH . . . HHHAAANNN GGGHHH . . . YYYEEEAAAGGGHHH . . . UUUNNNGGGHHH!" Joycie gasped, feeling that every driving thrust of her cousin's barber pole as it lustfully surged into the narrow defile of her cunt was creating an agonizing energy of pure, wanton delight that released something all the way inside . . . something very deep that had been pent up in her ever since the afternoon she had been caught with Vicky. It was more than an orgasm, though it was most definitely that, as well. It was the rebellion of her inner soul, and it had wings that seemed to carry her to greater and greater heights. Even as she twitched and hurled herself against the hard nakedness of the man fucking her, she felt his overlarge cock grow even larger and harder inside her as it began spurting its hot, thick sperm into the depths of her belly and he bellowed, "GGGHHHUUUNNNGGGHHHAAARRRGGG!"
Her aching void accepted the offering of his semen, swallowing it thirstily, trying to suck more out of him. Feminine oils and masculine seminal fluids began mingling in the ovenlike depths within the trembling, almost swooning young teenager. Her lips curled into a smile of satisfaction, realizing she would never, but never again have to revert to homosexuality. Fucking with a man was far better when it was the right man. So what she had done with Vicky had finally turned out to be a blessing after all, because it alone was responsible for her and Michele being here, now.
When at last her long legs finally went limp, her cunt giving a final convulsive squeeze before her lax thighs simply fell apart, delightfully and obscenely splayed on either side of the handsome man who was her cousin's still heaving body, she had totally forgotten Michele's presence, so enveloped was she in the afterglow of her thrilling orgasm.
Thus it was with a surprise that she opened her eyes when feeling added pressure on the bed, seeing not only her cousin's panting face over hers, but beside him was the pixie-like face of Michele, her sister.
She tried getting up, but Brett's body lay on top of hers. She gasped, feeling Michele's fingertips touching the lips of her vagina as the younger girl's hand squeezed Brett's balls, saying, "You keep that cock in my sister's cunt, Brett, until it grows nice and big so you can use it on me."
Chapter Eleven
Unlike Michele, when it came to sex, Joycie was not the kind of girl who was willing to share a man. Besides, though only fourteen months older than Michele, she felt "responsible" for the young girl, and as a result, although quite willing to have Brett fuck her again, did not want Michele intruding.
"No," Joycie cried out. "Michele, this is wrong. You get the heck out of here. Just what do you think you're doing?"
"Hey," Michele snapped at her sister. "His cock was mine before I let him take a crack at your crack, sister. If anyone has the right to use this cock, it's me. I was generous enough to let him use it on you, and now you have the balls to tell me I can't use it myself?"
"I don't have balls," Joycie angrily retorted.
But Michele, normally placid, bright-eyed, and smiling, was not going to let her sister get off that easily. She was hopping mad, and snapped, "Well, hell, you sure don't have tits. What you have hanging in front of you looks more like separated balls."
"You bitch!" Joycie screamed, and would have slapped her sister's face had Brett not been lying on top of her, his softened cock still inside her. "Wait'll I get my hands on you!"
"Stop it, both of you!" Brett snapped. "There's more than enough cock for the pair of you. All it takes is a little waiting. Normally I don't go for continual missionary fucking, but since you're both still novices, you each get one more straightforward fuck, and then you, Joycie, start learning what we call fancy fucking."
"I want to watch!" Michele insisted.
"Only if I can watch him doing things to you," Joycie snapped.
Brett pressed his forearms and knees into the bed to take some of his weight off Joycie, but kept his cock locked into her. He turned to look at Michele, behind him, who was still massaging his weighty testicles, and he asked, "Want me to fuck you next, and then go back to your sister?"
"No way!" Michele retorted. "Do her again, then I want you coming inside me. I saw all that healthy white stuff you spewed into her, and I figure I'm entitled to some of it, too."
"Fine," he nodded, stretching his neck a little and kissing Michele on the mouth, realizing Joycie would never have her sister's enthusiasm. Joycie was too possessive, and it was the one trait which prevented Brett from actually falling in love with her. Had there been one female, with Michele's personality and the combined beauty of the two females, stressing Joycie's slenderness and height, Brett would have been a hooked fish.
Michele stuck her tongue out at her sister, then used it to wash up and down the spine of the man on top of her sister. All the while her hand continued pumping his balls, rubbing, tickling, teasing them. She teased at his anus with her forefinger, and kissed the nape of his neck, biting his earlobe, and blowing in his ear.
As the minutes slowly passed, Joycie became aware of a twitching in the sodden depths of her hot vagina, and suddenly, little by little, the throbbing penis between Brett's thighs slowly but surely lifted its head and lengthened itself inside her. Like a bloodhound, it sniffed its way to the backwall of her cunt, and there, stopped. What was more, she, herself was being aroused, because the hand Michele was using to play with Brett's balls were also tickling Joycie's cuntlips, touching her clitoris. The combination of the hand plus the huge cock filling her was enough to make Joycie sigh with rapture. She knew now that she would never have Brett to herself, but she figured if she and Michele worked on the man enough, between them, they would keep him too tuckered out to go to any other women.
Joycie was visibly shaken with lust when the man hovering over her put his weight solely on his knees so he would be able to use his hands to play with the small swells of her delightful breasts. Meanwhile, Michele, who was next to Brett, with her hand outstretched and down to continue playing with his balls, was the continued recipient of his anxious kisses. Joycie nibbled at his ear, listening to the soft sighs and gasps of her sister as Brett continued kissing her, the two of them swapping tongues. Brett's other hand was reaching out and fondling between Michele's tantalizing young thighs. His other hand continued holding Joycie's small breast captive, thumbing the nipples one at a time, causing her to tremble as once again desire started welling up inside the luscious older redhead. She gasped as she was more and more aware of the rocklike thickness of his mighty phallic probe as it seemingly pressed against her backwall as if attempting to sink that much deeper into her. The lovely older sister felt her blood heated up, and she gasped, looking at her sister from the corner of her eye, thinking she might faint at any minute from the overpowering pressures swelling inside her.
He was going to fuck her again, this time with Michele lying beside her, the recipient of whatever else he might do. What was more, Joycie knew she was going to let him do just that, and"afterward, she would even help him if he intended fucking her sister.
Joycie didn't know why she was behaving so immorally, yet she knew nothing would change her, now. No, she wasn't muddled, nor was she confused in any way. True, she was unable to pinpoint' why she was allowing herself to be so responsive to this immorality. But the fact was, she was definitely reacting the way he wanted. The bulbous swelling of her cousin's hot, hard shaft once again lay at full mast in the steamy center of her body.
"Ggggggooonnnggghhh!" she gasped, her mind centered solely on the pleasure she would be receiving from him.
It was a wonderful, thrilling sensation that took total possession of the lovely willowy girl, and it spread all the more quickly through her helplessly captive body; captive more to her own inner feelings than to the man kneeling above her with his cock buried in her. She mewled with delight, feeling the wonderfully obscene and thrilling touch of her cousin's hand on her small breasts, breasts that ached for more of whatever the man had to offer. Her pink nipples hardened as he lay against her lovely chest, and now his tongue turned from Miehele's mouth to hers, sinking itself deeply, driving her mad with thrilled and uncontrolled enjoyment.
So what if Michele was there! The girl had been there before, though she had been so wrapped up in what was happening to her she had virtually ignored her younger sister. Clearly it was too late to protect the younger girl from anything, especially since the younger girl had helped initiate her into womanhood. If anything, Michele would be the one to protect her.
Joycie tried pushing such thoughts out of her mind. Once all this was over and she had an opportunity to think clearly again, she might be horrified at all that was happening now. But at the moment, the only thing that really mattered was the wonder taking hold of her as she felt her handsome cousin's immensely thick phallus pressing as far into the sensitive center of her hot cunt as possible. It wormed slowly, forward and back, forward and back, continually building new thrills to replace the ones that had passed. As a result, Joycie felt a sense of total wanton freedom she had never known before.
"Ummmmm," she hummed out loud as her cousin's slick tongue slipped somewhat wetly out of her mouth, his uneven breathing signaling the fact that he was totally hard and ready to commit himself to more orgasmic pleasure for all of them. The massive pole filled her so totally, making her aware her vagina had shrunk back to its previous size, that she wondered if she would be able to internally enlarge again.
Above the helplessly moaning older girl, Brett Forester was fully aware of precisely what he was accomplishing. Two females at the same time ... two sisters at that. Yes, he was fucking two females, both with the same hot blood in them that ran through him. The thought was wildly exhilarating.
God! Once again he was actually slipping the full length of his steamily swollen cock into the depths of Joycie's sweetly resisting feminine funnel, thrilling to the bare flesh on her vagina, entering her totally and completely while beside him lay the stunning Michele, a sensuous little nymphet who moaned and panted deliriously from the satisfaction of feeling his middle finger probing extendedly into the center of her pliant, girlish, well-fucked cunt, yet well-fucked by him and him alone, just as her sister's cunt had been well-fucked only by his own penis.
The anxious male. slammed all the more maddeningly into the helpless lacuna of the older girl, plunging maddeningly in and out, making her vaginal flesh accordion around his organ, and at the same time his middle finger made similar movements in the perforation of the younger girl, noting the sparseness of rich red hairs sprinkled on her pubis. The girl gyrated her young loins so that her entire vaginal surface pushed upward against the palm of her cousin's hand, thus causing him to massage her tantalizing inner folds, and intensify the oily oozings from within.
Brett, who had enjoyed every kind of woman, blonde, brunnette, redhead, and even silver-haired; who was totally unprejudiced so that he had fucked them black, white, red, yellow, and brown; who had enjoyed them from eighteen right up to sixty-eight ... and the sixty-eight-year-old one was one of the best lays he'd ever had ... and who had now enjoyed his youthful teenaged cousins-realized that was the first time he had ever taken on two females at the same time, and they were admittedly two of the most sensuous females he had ever known. He would have loved taking credit for instilling such overpowering lust in them, but the truth of the matter very simply was, they were as hot-blooded as he, and the circumstances simply happened to be right. Nevertheless, he was the male benefiting from all this, and he intended to continue doing so for the rest of their stay here in New York.
Grunting, beaming with absolute and utter delight, the man continued the hard thrust of his massive cock into the seething depths of his older cousin's tenderly responding vagina ... older, that is, than her sister ... feeling her narrow vaginal channel expand a little while still clinging leechlike to his thrusting masculinity. Once more, Joycie's straining legs widened, opening and yielding beneath him as her tightly clasping cunt seemed to nibble at his tingling cock.
"Oooooohhhhhh ,.. hhhhuuuunnnnhhhh . .. Cousin Brett," the lovely younger girl beside him began moaning as she squirmed uncontrollably because the man was moving his driving finger in and out of her seething girlish succulence, making her wriggle from side to side. The movement caused a loud series of sucking noises, sounds that came with each withdrawal and entry. He timed it all perfectly, so that his finger moved in and out of Michele's channel the same time and with the same speed that his cock moved in and out of Joycie's tunnel.
Each time he pushed forward, he reached into Michele's cunt as far as his finger was able to go, and at the same time the head of his phallus butted against the back wall of Joycie's pussy, thrilling to the sensuous delight the lovely girls gave off as each cunt tried clutching that part of him embedded inside her. Each time he struck bottom, the two girls strained and squeezed their vaginas tightly shut, as if intent on keeping him locked in there. They hurled their cunts at him with a savage passion he had rarely found in other women; a kind of passion that usually wore off after a while. But he sensed these two would never run out of passion.
"Oh God!" he softly gasped, staring at both of them, both with red hair, and yet both otherwise so totally different. "I've never known cunts as tight as these two. God! Both of you will be the death of me, yet." Fortunately, this was one prediction that wouldn't come true.
His ears prickled at the delightfully salacious sounds made by his finger and cock in their cunts. It was a squooshy noise that made him shudder with total delight.
The two girls lay side-by-side on the bed, each wriggling and squirming feverishly in separate worlds of totally mindless pleasure.
Michele spread her legs as far apart as possible under the circumstances, feeling her upper thighs touching those of her older sister who lay beside her in a euphoric state of wanton delight. All the while her helplessly responding cunt continued to spasm around the driving finger of Cousin Bill's profligate son. Though Michele's cunt was as tight as a contracting elastic tube, he widened her a little by adding a second finger to the first. After a while, he added a third finger, and her cunt clamped down that much more tightly. He furiously fingerfucked her dripping tightness to where it became an almost-agonizing pleasure for the younger girl. It was so good, it nearly hurt.
Each unrelenting thrust of her handsome cousin's fingers filled her with an uncontrolled and shuddering pleasure the like of which thrilled her, making her aware that only his cock felt better. Soon she would be the recipient of that, as well. In spite of being so young, Michele considered herself more mature than many girls much older than herself, and she was certain she had a working knowledge of sex that far surpassed theirs.
Listening to her sister groaning on the bed beside her made Michele feel an even closer tie to Joycie. Though this would be the only man both of them would know so intimately, as far as they were concerned he would be the standard by which they would measure future men, and as a result it would take both females a long time to marry. Her hand reached up to where her sister's clung to their cousin's back. She grasped her sister's hand and squeezed it tightly in her own small fist, feeling her heatedly seething pussy beginning to overheat with the insanely exciting friction of her cousin's constantly driving fingers. She was on the verge of orgasm.
The feeling began as a tiny trickle this time, building in the deepest part of the younger girl's wildly trembling vagina. Little by little it began to grow with an incredible magnitude until it erupted with heated swirls of lava that spread from the maddeningly tingling depths of her womb to every slickly glistening portion of her naked body, as perspiration washed her entire self. The feeling rose and swelled that much higher, threatening to choke her with its force. It was immediate and real, and her nakedly heaving full young breasts shook as her lithe back arched sharply and her hand tightly squeezed that of her slightly older sister just as the older girl beside her began to croon and hum with uncontrolled delight.
"AAAIIIYYYEEEAAAGGGHHHUUUNNN GGGHHHAAAGGGHHH!" the beautiful Michele cried out, choking on the wracking climax charging maddeningly through her young body as she felt her cousin's driving wet fingers increasing her insane delight by moving more and more rapidly inside the sucking orifice of her tantalizingly aroused feminine maw. It was the first, but not the last orgasm for her, of the day.
Come on, come on, make Joycie come too, she thought.
As if the action was privy to the thought, she began listening to her sister moan joyfully beside her as the man's ardently thrusting hard-rock cock swelled to more smoldering stiffness inside her tunnel, feeling Joycie welcoming his organ into her, this time. The sensuous softness of the nakedly writhing flat belly of the slightly older girl beneath him, and the obvious turmoil in the come-filled cunt of the younger girl were making Brett almost apoplectic with wanton lust, and he thought his entire, salasciously driven body, not just his over-frictioned cock, would come when he finally unloaded what little semen he had left.
Relentlessly, furiously, uncontrollably, the handsome wastrel continued fucking his burning phallus all the more strongly into the seething delta running between his young cousin's sleekly straining, stretching, tantalizing white thighs, as if her helplessly entrapped cunt had been built to contain his cock and no one else's. It was a stigma Joycie herself would believe for a long time to come, until she finally found another thick cock capable of making her feel somewhat strongly, though not quite as powerfully as her cousin was presently making her feel. Searing flame took possession of her.
Aware Michele was finished with her orgasm, the handsome man withdrew his fingers from inside Michele's pussy, and used both hands to. massage Joycie's small breasts. From time to time he leaned forward and nibbled on the pink, vellicating tips as if they were delicious fruit to be eaten. He also leaned over and sucked on Michele's breasts as she lay there, recovering from her orgasm. He had to admit, when it came to breasts, Michele did have an edge on her older sister, but to him it was the only edge.
Yes, as far as Brett was concerned, this was what life was all about. Hell, yes! He was enjoying himself no end. His body shuddered as he shuttled his cock in and out of Joycie's tunnel of love.
"HHHAAAIIIYYYAAAGGGHHHAAA IIIEEEAAAGGGHHH!" Joycie screamed, and her entire body scrunched up as she came again.
"Me, me, me!" Michele cried out, turning her passion-wracked nakedness toward the madly gyrating duo beside her.
In an instant, filled with the desire to really get the most from his next climax, Brett tugged his hard cock from the sucking confines of Joycie's spasming pussy and hurriedly squeezed it into the narrow tightness of her sister's cunt, gasping at Joycie, "This time wait until I'm finished before you start screaming. He pumped hard, and with ten strokes finally managed to sink the full length of his throbbing cock inside Michele's cunt, once again building the lust in her. At the same time he thrust the fingers of his right hand into the seething swamp that was Joycie's cunt, completing the role-reversal of the two lovely young girls. This helped the frenzied Joycie complete her orgasm with total satisfaction.
He leaned over Michele's lovely body, pumping insanely, feeling his cock throb all the more heavily, and he knew he was on the verge of total orgasm, and this would have to be his last one for a while if he expected to be able to keep both sisters happy at all times.
The lasciviously occupied cousin felt his sperm building, and knew this was it. Then the pent-up dribbles started coming from the tip of his penis, shooting into Michele's body, as he cried out, "OH Y Y YEEE A AAGGGHHHUUUNNNGGGHHH!"
The power of the spray, added to the strong friction created by the moving cock was all Michele needed for one more climax, but she didn't scream it out, this time. Her mouth sutured itself to that of her cousin and she was sucking on his tongue as she came, her body bucking madly, and that was when she was aware of her sister tentatively fondling her breast and enhancing her orgasm even more. Yes, even though Joycie didn't like the idea of sharing this man, she knew she would have to, and as a result had decided to make things easy for all of them by helping her sister hit the top of the rainbow, aware that when the time came, Michele would also help her.
Brett lay between the two girls for a while, and then finally shooed them out of his room while he dressed. No, he didn't have a date. A man would have to be crazy to go out with yet another girl after this.
Chapter Twelve
Michele had gone to the movies that evening with Cousin Bill. Her period had -come twelve hours early, perhaps due to the stimulation of constantly being fucked. At any rate, it was eight in the evening, and Joycie was alone in the house with Brett. For a little while she was afraid he would come charging after her and make more sexual demans on her as she sat downstairs in her pink peignoir and nightie, but Brett was up in his room, watching something else on his bedroom set.
Finally, after a half hour, she realized he wasn't going to come after her. With that understanding came the cold hard truth; namely that she wanted him to come after her. Her body was inwardly throbbing. True, her vagina was a bit sore, but it was worth it, considering all she had felt, earlier. Now she knew there would be no real pain, but there would be pleasure.
Getting up, she turned off the set and went upstairs. She knocked at Brett's door, and at his invitation, she entered the room. He was lying on his bed, a blanket over him, otherwise totally naked. He had gone out earlier to buy some food, since his father left that chore to him, and now, after having taken a long, cool shower, he was simply relaxing.
"Hi," he greeted. "Now that you've had a chance to think it over, are you about to get angry with me?"
"No," she all but whimpered, and then, just like that, she took off the peignoir, removed the nightie in front of him, seeing his eyes swell with lust as he stared, and she said, "I-I'll do anything you want, Brett. Anything.. . but all I ask is that you do something with me that you haven't done first with Michele."
"Oh?"
"Yes, you see, she told me all about the different things you've done. Look, I'll suck your cock, I swear I will if that's what you want, but I know Michele's already done that with you, and I want to do something she hasn't done with you."
"You're growing up," he remarked. "I heard you use the word cock. You probably never used that word in connection with a penis before, have you."
"No!" she admitted.
His cock jerked involuntarily, and his balls began jumping up and down in his scrotum. Steam filled him. God! She was offering herself on the proverbial silver platter, and he would be a damn fool not to take advantage of her. He watched as she thumbed her nipples with short, deft twitches.
"You're sure you want something I haven't done with Michele?" he asked.
"Yes," she nodded.
"All right," he nodded. "Just remember, you asked for it."
Chapter Thirteen
He pulled the covers off his naked body, and she saw his penis, already half-erect, and that was when it came to Joycie that the time would come when she would be in control of the situations between herself and men. The only reason why she would never be able to control Brett was the presence of her sister. Any time she gave him a hard time, he would always be able to turn to Michele.
He gestured for her to lie down on the bed, and she did so. Her mouth was lolling half-open, in a daze of anticipation, and then she watched her cousin's dark head lower itself over the smoothness of her flat ivory belly. His tantalizing tongue darted out and teasingly flicked into her navel, making her aware of how he intended beginning, and she had to admit, he seemed to have a knowing tongue. He traced a path over her flat skin until he came to her bare pelvis, and this he washed with his tongue again and again. His hot breath blew all over the tender flanges of her vagina, making her quiver.
Then his fingers very gently pressed apart the folds of her sweet pussy, and her hardening clitoris all but leaped from its hiding place beneath the fold of membrane covering it. In the cool air it became fully erect. There was more of the moisture seeping from her internal self as his thumbs tugged the tiny cleft wide open. All of a sudden his dripping tongue wetly snaked forward, burying itself in the exposed slit with a wet, sucking sound.
The beautiful girl thrilled to what he was doing, aware that in his own way he definitely had Vicky beat. The pressure of his oral organ had changed her into some kind of wild beast, driven by a powerful lascivious instinct within. Where she had associated cuntlapping with lesbianism, she now realized that it seemed right and proper when a man did it. Oh God! She wanted more, much more, and thrilled to his delving tongue. Joycie was aware this was not what he was doing as a representation of something he hadn't done with Michele. It stood to reason, as far as she was concerned, that if Michele admittedly sucked his cock, then he had gone down on Michele, as well. But this was a beginning, and she would wait to see what developed.
Her vaginal passage tightly contracted, opening and closing insanely around the long, smooth, limber lance of his lingual organ as it wormed as far into her tantalizing tunnel as possible. Her muscles were already straining, the cords in her thighs standing out tautly as she ground her tight, round buttocks into the mattress and heaved her pelvis up and down against his licking tongue. His head bobbed against the pull of her fingers as his tongue washed in and out of the cunt she had cleaned out, earlier. His drooling lips were soon licking all over her upthrust pelvis, working crazily against the split-pea-sized nodule of her man-in-the-boat. Then his tongue began sliding lower, working across her vaginal opening, licking against her perinuem, and before she quite understood what he was doing, his tongue was licking away at the tiny opening of her rectum. It sank deeper and deeper into the narrow orifice, and to Joycie it felt like a cold icile was being pushed into her back tunnel.
"Oooohhh ..." she cried, breathlessly moaning for the moment as awareness of his wonderfully depraved assault filtered through the daze of wild, abandoned sexuality that had taken hold of her. Her ass? Was this a healthy sexuality? She understood his need to use his mouth, as she was fast coming to understand she would be using hers, but to lick her ass? Oh she was clean enough, she made sure of that. She was clean all over, from top to bottom. Never a bad aroma on her anywhere.
"All right, honey," he told her. "Over on your belly, then up on your lovely knees with that fabulous ass sticking up in the air."
"Wh-why?" she asked, as she assumed the position he had requested, feeling somewhat embarrassed as she opened her legs wide, exposing her anus as well as her vagina to him.
"You did say you wanted something Michele and I haven't done yet, didn't you?" he asked.
"Y-yes," she nodded.
"Well this is going to be it."
"Okay," she gulped. "Anything you say, anything at all, even if it hurts me."
"It'll hurt for a little while, just like my taking your cherry hurt, earlier, but if you're as sensuous as your sister, and I'm betting you are, then you'll learn to love this, and you'll be able to boast to Michele that she wasn't first in every way." "Yes, that's what I want," she nodded. "All right, now hear me," he said, "I'm telling you in advance what I'm going to do, so this way you can back out if you want. I'm going to fuck your asshole. It's also known as pederasty, or sodomy. If you let me fuck you back there, like I said, if you have the sensitivity of your sister, you'll be able to come with my cock in your ass." . Joycie took a deep breath, knowing she didn't dare back out now.
"All right," she finally said. "Do it to my ass." "What should I do to your ass?" he teased. "Y-you know." "Say it!"
"F-fuck my ass," she finally said. Brett felt a surge of new blood racing through the entire length of his shaft as it stiffened even more. The mere scent of this girl's body was enough to bring an erection to an impotent man, but her agreeing to let him ass-fuck her would have made a statue develop a hard-on.
He half-grinned as he brought her to the edge of the bed while standing in order to have better leverage. He stared down and saw the tight pucker of her cunt, a cunt that was tighter than any he had ever or would ever, fuck. But it was the small, dark hole between the tight globes of her asscheeks that held his attention.
Moving forward, he dipped a finger into her cunt and found it all gooey with expectation. He moved his finger in and out of her seething pussy, then took some of the viscous fluid and smeared it all over her asshole. He did this a number of times, bringing out more and more oils and pushing it into her tight rectum with his little finger. She squirmed when his pinky probed her rectal channel, but she was able to handle it. Then he grasped his cock, dipped the head between her gooey cuntlips, got it all covered with her oils, withdrew it, and pressed it against her tantalizing rectal opening.
He had to do it fast, mercilessly, as he had done it with her cunt. Once his cock was inside, her rectal channel would adjust quickly enough. One thing about the Forster women was their amazing elasticity. He thrust forward and pushed hard, and the head of his cock forced itself past her sphincter and into her narrow rectum. His hands gripped her hips for better purchase, and suddenly Joycie felt her throat go cotton-dry.
"Ggggghhhaaannnggghhh!" she gagged, twisting and screaming, moving from side to side, but not pulling forward no matter how much it hurt her.
Oh God! God! God! She had sorely misjudged the aperture of her rectum. She had sincerely believed that if her small cunt had been capable of taking the hard cock, then her ass would be able to do so, as well. At the moment she was obviously mistaken. He was going to split her wide open back there. She was certain of it, and the horror of it washed over her, making her shudder. Her rounded white buttocks began thrashing insanely. At the same time his hands dug all the more deeply into her hips as he all but gouged her flesh. God! His grip was immovable. Every movement on her part seemed to drive his thick, fleshy stake that much deeper into her ass.
"Push, damn you, push!" he all but cursed, sweating heavy droplets from the effort as he rammed forward again. "Shove that beautiful ass back and help," he commanded, his fingers digging into her tensed upper thighs as he strained his own masculine hips obscenely forward. "You'll love it in a few moments, you'll see. You'll come this way."
"Oh God!" the beautiful Joycie choked, sobs filling her throat, unable to restrain her tears of agony. She moaned with pain, and she felt somewhat debased being fucked this way. But she was determined to stand it, no matter what. If Brett said it was possible for her to come this way, then she believed him.
The lovely teenaged girl hunched herself back very determinedly, feeling him thrust solidly forward again, and there was more excruciating torment as his thick, throbbing shaft surged all the more deeply into her, pushing the rubbery persistent flesh before it until finally, with a single buttock-flattening lunge, he ground his cock the rest of the way up into the heatedly constricting depths of her stretched asshole.
Her brain reeled because of the masochistic torment she was accepting, not yet enjoying, but ready to enjoy because he had promised her as much. She gasped as she felt his strong, lightly haired pelvis smack solidly into the tender softness between her lasciviously upturned rear cheeks. His weighty balls swung below, battering solidly against the spread lips of her quaking vagina, below. She was speared right to the base of his delving shaft, at this point too terrified to exhale because of the unbelievable, almost splitting pressure she felt ... as if her very thighs were being pushed apart.
"Yaaaannn g'gg h h h aaaggghhhuuunnnggghhh!" she shrieked, only too aware of her own voice, and glad only that there was no one other than Brett to hear and witness her shame. Her face contorted with torture. "Oh my God! My God! My God!" the helpless young teenage girl wept, her head whipping from side to side in the hope that the pain in her rectum would fade away rapidly. Her defenseless rectum felt as if white-hot lead had been poured into it.
God! His cock... it was so big... so immense . . , so unbelievably thick . . . much like an oversized telephone pole that was ripping and tearing at her helpless girlish membranes .. . God ... it hurt so much . . . much more than when he had deflowered her . .. but he had promised she would enjoy this, and Joycie believed him. Her cousin might be many bad things, but lying was not one of his traits. If he said she would receive pleasure from all this, then she knew she would eventually feel that pleasure, and nothing in the world was going to get in the way of her striving for it. She wanted that mighty cock digging into the clenching rictus that was her asshole.
The handsome Brett grinned confidently, well aware what a sensuous girl Joycie was. Had she not been so damn self-centered he would have really flipped out over her. In a way he was glad, because she was the one girl who probably would have been able to control him. But her attitude was such, she was first starting to go out into the world and meet people so that she was not interested in being tied down to any one male.
He moaned with wanton delight as his eyes rested on the fantastic sight of his cock buried to the hilt in Joycie's rectum, noting the way the little opening had ovalled and opened to accept the mighty, meaty thickness of his powerful organ. He loved the way her delectable white mounds quivered around his jerking cock.
When he tugged back the littlest bit, the beautiful girl screamed in agony. Little by little he pulled back, and she whimpered, and when he rammed forward again, she moaned in tortured pain. He remained still again, watching as her sphincter puckered around the impaling thickness of his powerful organ. His cock was so hard he thought it was ready to shatter. His two balls felt as if they were made of concrete, thudding against her cunt with such power, he wondered if they might not drive between her vaginal lips and into the cunt, itself. As it was, one of his testicles hung low enough to rub against her clitoris, and hitting it as it did, built shudders in her, for through the pain she did feel some of the sensation she had been seekingi
He knew some men went through their entire fives never enjoying anything half as good as this ass. It was more than merely an ass-fuck. It was the ass of Joycie Forester he was fucking, and Joycie Forester was a rare, superior kind of female. She would find it out soon enough and learn all the Bttle tricks and nuances that would take away m her marvelous innocence. But meanwhile, this beauty was subjugating herself to him.
When he thrust into her again, she jumped forward in unbelieving terror at the pain that was I overpowering. Now the pain was only red-hot as opposed to white-hot, before, but somehow she nd no solace in that. As she continued trembling under the overpowering pressure of his driving assault, mustering all the courage within her to withstand the torment she was feeling until it faded and was replaced by the pleasure he had promised, he rotated his phallic prod deeper and deeper, continually expanding the tightness of her elastically contracting rectal opening. Each driving thrust forced a pitiful squeal from the willowy Joycie's throat as she pressed her face into his pillow, smelling his after-shave. He persisted in pounding his phallic length into the depths of her rubbery tunnel, savagely drilling in and out of the warmth of her buttery flesh.
Her dread gradually began to vanish as his hand moved around the front of her body and played with her breasts. He was causing a heightening of desire in her, but the pain persisted. His other hand reached down and rubbed at her clitoris. Her mouth opened, and in spite of the agony she began panting. Little by little the pain was fading, and the sense of delight was continuing to build. Yes, yes, her body was tingling now, aware of the need as sensation ran from her rectum through the rest of her, but most especially to the nerves in her vagina. She squirmed under the almost-vicious driving of his cock as thrills continued internally building.
"Yessss ..." she hissed as the pain began turning to a dull ache, an ache that would shortly vanish, "yes, yes, yes, fuck me . . . fuck meeee ..." She was glorying in the use of the word now. "Fuck my ass . .. fuck ... fuck . . . keep on fucking my ass . . . don't stop . . ."
Brett wondered if she was serious, or if she was putting on an act in the hope of really feeling what he had promised she would feel. There was only one way to find out. He pulled his cock all the way out from between her wriggling buttocks, watching gleefully as the puckered skin squeezed tightly closed and a loud popping sound was made. Once again, he pried the soft cheeks of her delicate behind apart, then lowered his face and began licking at her tiny asshole, making her feel jagged streaks of pure electicity shoot through her until she thought she would go out of her mind with the feeling.
"Please . . . put your cock back in . . ." Joycie screamed. "Oh fuck me . . . fuck me . . . fuck my ass . . . please ... I need it. . . I need it . . ." and she continually writhed wildly about.
The man smiled somewhat complacently. He finally had this long, willowy young girl totally at his mercy. Any girl willing, or in this case begging, to have her ass fucked, would be willing to perform any sexual wonder. Oh he was going to use her. He was really going to use her. She was his, all his, and no one, but no one else was going to enjoy her while she lived here with him. For the most part he intended hogging Michele, too, but aware a rivalry existed between the two sisters, he knew when Michele found out he had ass-fucked Joycie before her, she would demand he do something with her that he had not yet done with either Joycie or herself, and that would be the one time he would allow one other person to fuck Michele .. . along with him.
His eyes roamed triumphantly over her tortured face as she stared wildly over her shoulder, looking at him with wild lust in her eyes. He felt her reach back beneath her body and hungrily stroke at the light-hairy testicles dangling between his thighs.
"Put my cock back in your asshole again, love," he insisted, his voice soothing at this point.
Her trembling hands hastened to obey, one hand still cradling his weighty balls, the other hand squeezing the massive stanchion that was his penis, and once again she was aware of the enormity of the organ and the tight narrowness of her rectum. How had she been able to take it? What was more, how had it been possible that she had felt the need for more of it? She was almost afraid again, in spite of the fact that it had felt so good inside her rectum after a while. Succumbing for a moment to the panic she felt, the beautiful girl guided the head to her vagina rather than her asshole, and a flood of inner juices poured out all over the penile point. She worked the head back and forth against her vagina, intent on sinking it in there.
"You're lovely asshole, honey," he encouraged, patting her rump.
She knew she had to obey, and finally acquiesced to his desire, once more tremulously positioning the weighty breadth of his helmeted length against the narrowness of her tiny, puckered little rear-opening. She gasped, aware of the pressure of his thumbs peeling her cheeks outward, squeezing the loving white moons, tugging them wider and wider apart until the head of his seeking cock once again "popped" behind her sphincter and slowly began widening her rear tunnel again as it re-entered. It was futile to resist, and this time she relaxed, even though the initial spreading once again caused her some discomfort. Her face screwed up with a bit of anguish for a moment, and she almost pulled away because of it.
"Shove back... all the way back..." he gasped.
She responded with automatic obedience to the one man who, had he kept her with him long enough would have been able to control her the rest of her life, and hunched back, feeling him push with a great amount of strength to overcome once again the natural resistance of her narrow tightness. The heavy weight of his body as he pressed himself against her buttocks all but lambasted her quivering flesh. . "Onnnnhhhh . . . Goddddd . . . you're so-o-o-o- biiiiiiiiiig!" she gasped aloud, panting.
The man gritted his teeth as she uttered the hysterical plea, feasting his wide-open eyes on the delightful sight of the twin globes of her tight, white ass now that his cock had once again buried itself to the hilt in her rectal depths. She gasped, a bit in pain, a bit with pleasure as he forced himself even more forward, aware of the jellolike quivering of her rear cheeks. Her beautiful face was flushed, a gorgeous pink that was even redder than her hair, and her eyes were rolling around and around.
Little mewls of lust came more rapidly now as he drew his throbbing cock back to where only the head was lodged inside, and then he pushed gently but firmly all the way back into her. The long, long stroke of his cock drove her mad with desire, this time. She whined like a puppy dog, her ass jiggling wildly as if she were wagging her tail. He pumped into her again, then again, then again, increasing his tempo even more, now.
She was gasping so loudly it was all but totally impossible to make sense of the words coming from her, but he finally managed to understand what it was she was panting at him. "Ha'de'... fassssssste'... fu ... fu ... fu ... fuck... fuuuucccckkkk meeeeee . .." she groaned with her mouth hanging open making silent screams.
The beautiful girl no longer felt human as the mercilessly driving cock continued sinking into her rectum, pushing its head into her large intestine like a monstrous pestle jammed into the narrowness of a tiny mortar. Once again she turned her head ancj, looked at, her cousin, seeing the reassuring smile on his face as he continued pumping his hard cock into her again and again.
With a loud smacking noise his hips bumped against the twin moons of her buttocks and the wonderful organ that was his cock buried itself full length in the crushing pressure cooker of her ass. She was totally impaled, feeling somewhat like a pig on a spit. Tears ran down her cheeks, but they weren't tears of humiliation or sorrow. Nor were the tears of pain. Selfishly, she was crying with happiness over the fact that she was enjoying something sexual her younger sister had yet to discover.
Her ears picked up the sound of her cousin panting madly as he pistoned all the more quickly in and out of the tightness of her narrow anal fistula. He rammed into her with powering thrusts, his mighty, battering testicles buffeting solidly against the burbling pussy that was releasing more and more oils, thus wetting his scrotum as her body thrilled to the powering presence of the mighty organ continually boring into her.
There was no longer any pain. It was all pleasure at this point, and Joycie realized her elasticity was such, her rectum would also return to its previous size once he pulled his cock out, so that the next time she was ass-fucked ... and there would definitely be a next time ... she was certain it would hurt in the beginning, but it was well worth the hurt to enjoy what she was presently feeling.
She ground her ass back to meet the solid, forward thrust of his powering cock, undulating her tantalizing body and swinging her hips in tiny rotating circles. She continually gyrated, lowering her hips to pull the lust-stiffened penis from the depths of her quivering rectum, then slamming herself back to once again swallow up the stiff staff, the blunt instrument touching every nerve-ending within her, setting off mini-explosions all over her body. Her head whipped insanely from side to side in unfeigned passion, her cheeks beating against the pillow beneath, her lips pulled back from her teeth as the wanton pleasure continued to become enhanced. She loved it, loved and adored it, bucking solidly back against him like a maddened mare against a stud stallion, her beautiful long red hair flying around her lovely face and swanlike neck as she continued squirming lasciviously on the pumping instrument.
The tall, handsome man was able to see the deep-red in the young girl's beautiful face as she flushed from the intensity of the effort, her eyes wide with excitement in her final quest for fulfillment, for as he had predicted, her sensuousness was leading toward a i rectal climax that would shortly overcome her. He looked down and watched with heated passion as his pillaging penis pulled tiny ridges of her light-brown, clasping flesh out with the withdrawal of his pillar. He poised himself, lunged right back into her, and the tight elastic ring of her sphincter folded back in on itself.
Perspiration had formed in heavy droplets on his face, and now rolled off onto her back. At this point he was fast losing control of himself. Oh he had fucked many an ass before this one, but there was something very special about this one, and he would have been the first to admit it. Hell! In the last three days he had taken the virginity of two girls, the oral virginity of one of them as well, and now the rectal virginity of the other. God! This was all fantastic! His cock was swelling like along balloon.
The beautiful redheaded teenager waved her buttocks back at him, thrilling to his bludgeoning thrusts. She wanted him to climax, to blast his great boiling stream of sperm into the depths of her bowels, and at this point she was on the verge of satisfaction, herself. There was not even the hint of pain, nor was there any doubt in her mind that she would indeed climax. Her lovely ass wobbled high in the air and she ground herself back as she felt the enormous penis throbbing in her tortured interior.
Now! Now! She was going to come, now! It was incredible, but there it was ... a rectal climax.
"AAAIIYYYEEEAAAGGGHHHHUUUNNN GGGHHH!" she screamed, her voice drowning his out as she felt his massive cock pulsate one more time, and then began a quick series of blasts, as he shoved it full length into her. Wave after wave of hot sperm flooded into the depths of her belly. Her climax swept insanely through her, and she found herself out of breath, no longer able to scream out anything.
Hot oil gushed from her unfilled pussy as she bounced wildly up and down on her knees. This was heaven, pure heaven. She instinctively knew that no other man would have been able to induce this in her ... at least the first time. He had spoiled her, made her want him to the point where she was unable to control herself in any way. But she knew she had to share him with Michele. At least she had this one little triumph over her younger sister, who she was certain would insist he ass-fuck her, as well. But she, Joycie, had been assfucked, first.
She sighed as he continued spurting into her, leaning over her, kissing her spine. She raised her head and turned it, and he kissed her cheek, and finally her lips as his hands clasped her breast in order to pull her against him.
Chapter Fourteen
Somehow, Joycie managed to keep her ass-fucking from her sister during the five days of Michele's period. On the sixth day, when Michele returned from seeing a local gynecologist, having been outfitted with a diaphragm, carrying a second, spare diaphragm in her purse, Joycie finally revealed their cousin had done something with her that he had not done with Michele, first.
While Michele had been more than overjoyed that her cousin had been pumping her sister during her period, she was angry that he had not ass-fucked her before doing so with Joycie. Now she was determined to get back at her sister by making Brett do something with her that he had not done with Joycie, though by now Joycie had been introduced to the heavenly pleasures of cocksucking and having her cunt lapped, as well. Michele was wondering if there was really something more that might be done.
"Well," Brett lied, knowing Joycie was out of the house now that she had told Michele, "the reason I didn't do it to you first was I wanted you introduced to ass-fucking with a thinner cock, so it would hurt less."
"You mean . .. another man?" Michele gasped.
"Uh huh!" he nodded.
"But I want you!" she insisted.
"Well," he shrugged, "if that's the case, then I can't take you to do something I haven't done with Joycie."
"What! What! What!" she gasped.
"How about a full-fledged orgy?" he whispered.
"Seriously? With other men?"
"Lots of other men ... and women, too. But you'd be the center of attraction, honey."
That was for sure. A girl that young at an orgy! Hell! Every man there would want to get into her.
Brett belonged to a hedonist's club, where the men pretty much remained the same, but the women, after having thorough medical check-ups, were fresh each time. He wanted to take Michele with him, once. Once was the rule with any female. Always the same men, so no one would suddenly pull a surprise on them, like being an undercover cop. All the females were scrupulously checked out by the people bringing them, and if there was the least little bit of doubt, none of the females was allowed in. Those girls allowed in were absolutely gorgeous, usually on the young side, though not nearly as young as Michele, and usually from the deep South, just into New York on the bus, and picked up before the Forty-second Street pimps had a chance to get their hands on them. They were treated nicely while undergoing their medicals. The club didn't want any virgins, since they didn't want to be accused of forcing some young girl into prostitution. With a non-virgin, there was never proof of forcing.
Michele would fit in just right. After, he would take her home and content himself with just her and her sister until the two of them returned to Florida. Joycie would rant and rave when she found out, but Brett had no intention of sharing Joycie with anyone ... except Michele.
Chapter Fifteen
For Michele it had been the wildest thing ever. All the naked men and women fucking insanely all over the large room with the many couches. There were movies on all four walls depicting every kind of sexual act, and everyone was cheering everyone else on.
She was on a large backless couch in the center of the huge, deep-carpeted room, though in the gloom it was difficult to tell the color, since all the light came strictly from the movies on the walls. She was naked, and she had been fucked by more than a dozen men, none of whom was as good as Brett. Still, she had to admit the quantity made up for the quality.
While some of the men and women remained busy on the other sofas, there was a ring of naked men and women around Michele's couch. Brett was standing close by, his own cock weak from having fucked two girls previously, needing time to recover. He watched as one of his "friends," Tom Waite, was fucking Michele now, his fairly large cock pistoning in and out of the girl's hot box. Her limply open mouth emitted a soulful sigh, and she wrapped her arms around Tom, pulling him on top of her, squashing her full breasts into his chest.
Brett watched her undulate and squirm and knew she was one helluva lot better than any other female in that room. She fucked abandonedly, her firm young buttocks split wide, her tiny puckered anus visible each time Tom backstroked. Her rectal pucker flexed and then she and Tom did a rollover without falling off the sofa, and now she was the one on top, pumping madly away, as she had done the first time she had been with Brett.
Brett was licking his lips, his eyes getting glazed as he saw his cousin, naked and wanton, her lovely face grimacing, her lips twisting as she cried out, "Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!"
In spite of the two mediocre lays he had enjoyed, he found his cock swelling to a hardness that threatened to make his penile head split wide open. He was unable to take his eyes from the smooth, voluptuous body of Michele. The lewder she behaved, the more excited he became. He normally merely enjoyed watching other women get fucked, but seeing Michele in action drove him insane with lust. Watching her spreadeagled on top of Tom Waite, writhing insanely in uncontrolled lust on top of him while the man squeezed her breasts was too much .. . too damn much. She was one hot piece. Where he felt emotional about Joycie, he had a physical hot for Michele that would never fade.
Hot sperm gushed into Michele's cunt as she gasped out another climax, and more white oil -came dripping down from between her thighs. She jerked and shuddered, then rolled off Tom Waite, and once he had moved out from under her, she lay on the sofa, her thighs wide apart, white cream oozing from her palpitating little split.
Michele looked up and saw Brett standing over her, his cock as rigid as ever. He stared down at her, stunned by his desire for her. Then he bent over and put his hands on her naked belly, a belly that glistened with sexual perspiration. He felt her quivering breath with his hands, and he wanted more than ever before to enjoy her in front of everyone. He wanted to fuck her as if she were a whore this one time. He also wanted to teach her a bit of a lesson, because she had insisted it be his cock that go into her ass before that of any other man. Not that he was a sadist, but she needed to understand that when he told her something, she had to accept it at face value.
Suddenly there was silence in the room as everyone gathered around him and Michele. He ran his hands over her perspiration-slickened body and no one moved. It was so hot in there, in spite of the air-conditioning, he found it difficult to breathe. His hands fondled her sweat-slick breasts, and his fingers played with her nipples, pinching them as they slid between his fingers, arousing her all over again in spite of the countless orgasms she had already enjoyed. A gleam was in his eye as he nakedly bent over her, his hard penis thicker and more erect than ever before in spite of the drubbing it had delivered to two other women.
His voice was low as he whispered, "You don't want a thin cock in your ass, honey, so turn over and get ready for me to de-virginize that lovely little bum of yours."
Although he had all but whispered, his words had been clearly heard throughout the room. It seemed for a second that all the other people there were statues. The only movement came from the pictures shown on the four walls.
All eyes were locked on the center of the room where the handsome Brett knelt over his beautiful cousin, slowly sliding his hands from her full breasts as she lay there with her thighs obscenely spread wide apart, more white sperm oozing from the crack between them. Her breasts were like bouncy balloons as her chest heaved and she tried sucking in her breath, attempting to breathe more evenly. She looked up at her cousin and a thin smile played across her beautiful mouth.
Slowly she brought her legs together. Her expression never changed as the lower part of her delectable body turned, and one hip, firm and round, stuck up as she exposed once again the tight, full cheeks of her tantalizing buttocks to one side of the room. There was a collective gasp as everyone there realized just what it was Brett intended doing to his young, teenage cousin.
Michele rolled over on her belly slowly, dreamily, taking her time, savoring the delicious thrill of yet another reawakening taking place in her loins. He was going to fuck her the way he had fucked Joycie. At last! That, plus his bringing her here to this orgy tonight meant she would be experiencing just about everything possible ... and he had promised he would never bring Joycie to the orgy, though she didn't know his promise was because of the emotional way he felt about Joycie, and not because he wanted to make sure Michele enjoyed something her sister didn't. In the years to come, Joycie would be attending quite a few orgies on her own ... especially when she became a model. But that would be in the future.
Michele smiled wantonly, finally lying fully on her stomach, her delightful breasts fully curved hemispheres under her from this position. Her lovely buttocks lay exposed in the fullness of their lush symmetry. Her asscheeks, while by no means overlarge, were larger than Joycie's.
Brett gripped his stone-hard cock, feeling it throb with the desire to bury itself in his cousin's ass. He stared as he watched Michele spread her smooth, lovely formed thighs so that she was actually straddling the sofa while lying flat. The sides of her buttocks became hollowed, and Brett crawled between her lovely loins. He kneeled over her adorable ass, then realized he would have to stand on the floor with his legs on either side of the couch. He did so, his cock rubbing up and down in the crevice between Michele's asscheeks. He kept his weight on his feet as his hands reached down and parted Michele's asscheeks, letting stare at the tiny brown crinkle riding between them. As he stared at the tight little hole, some of his perspiration fell onto it, and he saw Michele flexing the little budlike opening.
Damn! She was as hot as he. He felt his breath streaming from his nostrils as the air in the room took on an even more stale smell. Below her lovely anus, he saw part of her tantalizing pussy, the swollen lips pouting as if they had been massaged too much, the hot cream still oozing from between them, matting her curling, sparse red hairs. There was some sperm in the cheeks of her ass, as well, rubbing against her little anal opening, making it oily.
Taking one hand from her asscheeks, he gripped his cock and pressed the head between her buttocks again, rubbing the rubbery tip back and forth again and again over the tiny puckered little mouth of her rectum. God! Where Joycie had a tighter cunt than Michele, her sister seemed to have a narrower anal opening than Joycie. It was also more resistant.
Leaning over her, he pressed down with his hips, feeling her firm young flesh give slightly all around the tensed elastic entrance. That was when he saw the dreamy expression on Michele's face change to one of startled pain. Good! Let her realize he was capable of hurting her sexually. After all, it was she who had demanded he give her his cock back there first, rather than a thinner one. He pressed forward even harder. The middle of the backless couch had a hump in it, lifting her ass to his cock, and as he pushed it, he felt her tissues give a bit more.
Everyone in the room saw Michele's body tense, and they heard a grunt being forced from her. She squeezed her eyes tightly shut as her handsome cousin, behind her, shifted his weight, spreading his knees as he seized her hips in his hands, and using his superior strength to actually lift her asscheeks, he tugged her to him as he gritted his teeth, then slammed his own hips straight down.
"Aaaaaiiiiyyyyeeeaaahhh!" Michele screamed, unprepared for such pain.
In response, Brett bore down all the more firmly, placing the blunt, rubberlike head of his cock deeper into the little opening, forcing the sphincter to stretch even more. He felt the springy wetness back there and knew she would never be as wet back there as she was at this moment, and so pressed down harder.
"Brett! No!" Michele cried out, arching her back beneath the impact of the pain that stabbed that much more deeply into her rear. She felt her anal opening being stretched as never before until she thought it would rip apart. Pain coursed through her quaking, full thighs, and she juddered as if she was being given some kind of shock treatment. "Ohhhhh ... Goddddd . . . Br-e-e-e-e-tttt!" she screamed as she looked behind her at the intense face of her cousin who was concentrating on fitting more of his cock into her rectum. God! Back there was a hole even tighter than Joyeie's for sure. "I. . . uhhhh . . . can't take it... I can't take it... aaaiiiggghhhh ..."
Her scream filled the room and bounced off the four walls, her delightfully white body convulsing helplessly as the thick, round head of her handsome cousin's immense cock suddenly managed to stretch her sphincter just enough, and the tip slowly oozed into her. The head moved deeper and deeper until the corona finally slid behind the ring of muscle. He stopped for a moment, and the two of them froze for a brief instant as both felt the pressure of her asshole contracting around the coronal ridge, at that moment so tight, it was impossible for him to pull back and out.
Her tight, rubbery anal muscle had circularly clamped down very tightly and heatedly around the neck of his pulsing shaft, and he gasped. The pressure was so strong, it actually hurt his cock. The beautiful Michele lay with her face buried in the backless sofa, a sofa made of some washable material that didn't stick to her skin, and her countenance was all twisted with a, maddening grimace. Neither of them dared move for a few seconds after that because of the incredible tightness of the fit. Nevertheless, the idea of burying his cock in'Michele's ass made the blood run more rampantly into the organ, causing it to thicken even more.
It was Brett who finally made the next move. He set his jaw firmly, then slowly began, for though it was almost as painful for him as it was for Michele, he was determined to withstand the pain.
He watched his beautiful young teenage cousin begin moving as her legs remained hanging over the sides of the backless sofa with the hump in the middle that caused her ass to be lifted so high. Her toes curled into; the floor in order for some leverage as she twisted and groaned, from time to time looking back at him as if begging; him not to continue with this. But Brett knew he' would lose face in front of all these people if he stopped now. Little by little, a faction of a millimeter at a time, he sank his throbbing cock deeper and-deeper into the tightly sucking sinkhole of her behind, making her asscheeks split that much wider apart as all the people crowded around to watch.
Brett felt himself filled with unbelievable power. He had promised her he would do things with her he would never do with Joycie, and he fully intended keeping his word. Later, he would make it up to her when they were back at the house. Joycie's period had just arrived that day, and for the next five days he would make Michele ecstatic.
She tried pressing her palms into the sifa to lift her body a little, but failed as she felt his throbbing cock expand inside her tiny, never-before-fucked rectum, stretching the rear tunnel beyond belief, slowly, savagely, little by little fucking in and out, in and out.
She was impaled helplessly on the hard cock of her cousin as with each in-stroke, he sank it a little deeper. The strangers remained milling around, cheering him on, though silently, watching the way she was being ass-fucked. She would have preferred this scene in private, but at least she was being ass-fucked differently from the way he did it to Joycie. Finally she put a fist into her mouth to keep herself from screaming because of the agony as her cousin began pumping all the more vigorously in and out of the widely stretched tunnel that was her asshole. The pain shot that much deeper into her, and mixed in a smoky, almost explosive way with the lascivious desire that had remained in her all this time.
Now he slowed down again, his cock back-stroking in an almost unmerciful way, then pushing right back in again. He was stroking in and out the full length of his cock. The rectal skin pulled out with each withdrawal, then rolled slowly back in again as he plunged violently home. Slowly, with a steadily mounting rhythm, he pumped his cock in and out of his cousin's asshole, and soon Michele's hips began picking up the rhythm. She lifted first one foot, then the other off the floor and braced her knees under her in order to raise her ass all the more firmly to his cock, and little by little the expression of agony left her beautiful face, replaced by the rapturous look she had whenever her cousin fucked in a pleasant way that caused thrills to be built inside her. .
Brett sank all the way in now, the head of his cock pushing into her large intestine, and she was grateful she'd had a thorough "sitdown" just before coming to the meeting. His pelvis was rubbing against her delectable buttocks, then rising until the flanged head was locked behind her sphincter again. Her rectum was adjusting to his thickness, and as it did so, she was filled with that much more delight. Her mouth was hanging open, as she abandoned herself and thrust her buttocks that much higher, eagerly wanting her ass to continue being ravaged by her cousin, wanting it even more than Joycie, for between her sister and herself, Michele was definitely the more sensuous female.
A look of dark, intense pleasure scrawled itself on her features as she lay with her weight on her knees and shoulders, her hands reaching behind her and pulling her lovely asscheeks even wider apart. She was certain this would allow her cousin deeper penetration.
Brett was fucking her as hard as possible, pounding in and out with long, savage strokes, his hands gripping her hips all the more firmly, his breath coming quickly and heavily as he felt the orgasm stir inside him. Damn! It was too soon! He didn't want to come, just yet.
Beneath him, Michele rammed up with all her might. She was fast regaining her strength to enjoy this wonderful depravity. But, as always, Michele wanted to take the lead now that she understood what to do. She wanted to be the one on top.
"Let's roll over," she gasped to him. "Let me do some of the hard fucking, cousin."
He leaned to the side and writhed his way onto the couch until they lay spoon-fashion, his cock still embedded in her rectum. Then he pushed her forward and held her against him with his hand as he turned onto his back and rolled her on top of him, his cock still buried in the depths of her rectum..
The whole room watched them during this maneuver, with Michele now lying on her back on top of her cousin, whose ass was lifted .up by the hump in the middle of the sofa. She let her legs: lazily drift apart, baring her cunt to the crowd as his legs fell off the sofa and his feet planted themselves on the floor in order for him to have the leverage to pump straight up into her tight asshole. Brett's arms locked around her waist, and she noticed the ceiling mirror above her, seeing the way her full breasts thrust straight up, and the lascivious sight she made with her cunt still leaking sperm.
His lewd pumping in and out of her rectum made her vagina react, the inner lips twitching, the fluted edges becoming more and more taut, and everyone in the room saw the pink ribbonlike labia glinting with moisture of her own rather than male sperm. It was the most wonderfully obscene thing to see her delectable body riding so openly exposed on top of her cousin's, and there was a murmur among the men as they decided to take advantage of it. ,
A thick, burly, blond-haired stranger with a hairy chest walked over to her and mounted her. Michele shut her eyes, certain she would not enjoy his cock as much as Brett's because it was obviously thinner. What she didn't count on was the fact that Brett's cock, in her rectum, pressed against her vaginal opening, and her vaginal tunnel, narrowing both. As a result, she gasped when the blond man forced his penis into the narrow pandiculation of her cunt, and the three of them began writhing wantonly in front of everyone there. It was an insane rhythm that would come to an end with her skewered body coming insanely.
She lay delectably sandwiched between the two men, both of whom were muscular and handsome, wriggling to the point where her entire self was stretched taut, her long legs extended out to the side, resting on Brett's legs, her feet just off the floor, the muscles standing out in her calves and thighs as the two men continued rhytmically and savagely fucking deeper and deeper into her twin channels.
Her fevered eyes looked up at the ceiling mirror, and she saw Brett's face behind her, his teeth bared and gritted as he pounded into her rectum with all his might. In the mirror, all she was able to see of the blond man was his back and buttocks as he rammed into her cunt almost viciously now, his sperm-laden balls slapping solidly against the equally heavily testicles of her cousin.
It seemed to Michele that everyone was watching intently, but the men were also starting to play with the women who stood next to them. Hands gripped breasts, and fingers delved into cunts, and as she kept her eye on the ceiling mirror, she saw the men bear the women to the floor and then proceed to fuck away.
Her eyes rolled back in her head, and Michele suddenly realized what was happening. She was about to experience not one, but two orgasms; one striking her from the rear while the other filled her hot cuntal cavern. She wriggled, gasping, and then screamed out her enjoyment.
"AAAIIIYYYYEEEAAAAAGGGGHHHH AAAAUUUUNNNGGGHHH!"
She was being bucked and crushed between the two men and loved every last bit of it. Her gaze was jarred to one of the walls where she saw a movie of a woman being fucked by two men, and she suddenly realized that someone was playing a video camera on her, and the image was being shown on the wall. She was watching her own double-fuck. Her eyes were wide and wild, and then she turned her head and saw another man approaching her. He had an uncircumcised penis, the first one she had ever seen.
His strong hands had gripped her lovely head, his fingers tangling in her beautiful fiery hair, and the tip of his cock was pushing against her lips. She opened her mouth, ovalling her lips, and the hard cock slid right in. She sucked like a leech, bobbing her head vigorously, her spongy palate and tongue making an ideal cushion for the thrusting cock. She tugged it into her gullet. After having handled the massive organ of her cousin, she had no trouble with this one, at all.
The bobbing of her head acted as a signal to Brett and the man fucking her cunt, and they redoubled their efforts.
"OHHHHH... YYYEEEAAAGGGHHHUUU NNNGGGHHHAAAGGGHHH!" Brett bellowed as he began firing sperm into her rectum. Hot semen flushed through her bowels, making her try to hump her cunt all the more furiously against the cock in her cunt. In, out, in, out, keeping time with the penis in her mouth and also keeping time with the softening cock in her squeezing rectum as she felt another minor orgasm crash through her.
Michele was aware of more cocks, one in each of her hands, and she jerked on them as she sucked and bucked her body up and down.
The blond man on top of her came next, firing heavy gouts of sperm into her tender cunt. At the same time, the man whose cock was in her mouth erupted, and she began swallowing. To her sharp mind, there was a definite difference in taste between men's sperm.
As if to confirm that thought, when the blond man pulled away, another cock dipped into her mouth and she sucked on it as the two penises in her hand began shooting hot seminal fluid all over her face and body. This made her suck all the more vigorously, and when the man in her mouth came, she assured herself, each man's sperm had a different flavor to it.
After that, Michele"lost rack of what happened, save that all three of her holes were in constant use the rest of the evening. This had to be what heaven was like.
Chapter Sixteen
It was the night following her experience at the orgy. Michele was still too tired to indulge herself sexually, and her sister was continually bothering her to tell her where Brett had taken her. But Michele would wait until Joycie's period was over before telling her anything, since Joycie would needlessly suffer, otherwise.
"We got a phone call from mom last night," Joycie was telling her. "She wanted to know if I was keeping an eye on you, and you were keeping an eye on me."
"What did you tell her?" Michele asked.
"I assured her we were keeping a close eye on one another, and that we were definitely behaving."
"That is a bit of a lie," Michele smiled.
"Not really," Joycie shrugged. "I merely said we were behaving. I didn't say how we were behaving."
"Talk about being two-faced," Michele smiled.
"Oh fuck you!" Joycie snapped.
"Such language from my formerly sedate sister," Michele taunted. "Tell me, sister dear, when you're well, would you like to play with me the way you played with Vicky?"
"No thanks!" Joycie replied. "I've lost all desire to ever play with another female again unless I'm in the process of being fucked by a man at the time and too aroused to control myself."
"That can be arranged," Michele assured her. "I expect so," Joycie nodded, "but I still have almost three more days before I have to worry about it."
"You know," Michele said to her sister, "I remember some stories father used to tell when he thought you and I were upstairs asleep. He would be in the living room, talking with some of his other cousins, and he would talk about what a cocksman Cousin Bill used to be when he was younger. I didn't understand what cocksman meant at the time, but now I know. Do you know that, according to Brett, half the people Cousin Bill visits are women?"
"You mean he still... ?"
"Just think, we have two great cocksmen in this house, and we're letting one of them go to waste."
"I'll bet Brett won't like it if we fool around with his father, though. Besides, Cousin Bill claims to have ethics."
"So we'll seduce him in his sleep, when Brett isn't around, and after the first time, he'll have no excuse for not trying to make it with us. We can alternate between father and son without either of them knowing about the other."
"Do you think we should?" Joycie asked. -"We'd be darn fools if we didn't," Michele insisted. "Ill be fair about it and wait until your time of the month is up."
"Well, okay," Joycie nodded, "then I get to go first, this time."
"But I get to be ass-fucked by Cousin Bill, first," Michele insisted.
"Fair enough!" Joycie nodded.
Smiling, the two girls turned out the lights and slid under the covers of their beds. Father as well as son. Why not! Make the summer an interesting one!
