It really wasn't important now. Zeroing in at what caused the heated, sudden alteration now recurring dramatically in her attitude as well as her physical self was something almost impossible, much less difficult for Jo Ann to assess. The only important thing was, she had indeed changed.
Until only a few days ago, she had been a happy teenager, not too far out of puberty. Then Andrew had come along, and her entire world had been changed. The only question in her mind was, had the change been for the better or the worse. She was intelligent enough to know the change was something that would have inevitably taken place, anyway. But would it have affected her so strongly had she waited a few years? But by the same token, would she have reacted to it as stimulatingly had it initially taken place in the future as she had reacted that first time? At the moment she was sitting at the little desk in her tiny room, still wondering, to a certain extent how it had all come about.
She had been Jo Ann Warner, something that would change radically when she was old enough to marry. She had lived with her parents in a nice little house on a nice little street in a nice little suburb that might be described as Everytown, U.S.A.
Jo Ann had never given much thought to the process of growing up. She was doing that quite nicely, and it never occurred to her that it was something about which she had to think. When she'd had her first menstrual period, her mother had calmly explained it was something every girl and woman underwent, usually once a month, in most cases for five days, in some cases for more, in other cases for less. She had taken the time to explain to Jo Ann about the birds and the bees, and precisely how it was that babies were made, and that in spite of some initial discomfort the first time she would be with her husband and her mother had stressed she was only to do this wonderful thing with the man she married after that, if her husband was understanding and gentle about everything, she would learn to love and enjoy it so that procreation wouldn't be the only reason why they would become involved with one another.
Well Andrew was going to become her husband. Jo Ann would see to that. No, she wasn't physically strong enough to control him, nor was she capable of getting together an army of muscle men to convince Andrew to "do right" by her. On the contrary, Jo Ann knew, by this time, that in spite of his horrid treatment of her before, Andrew was no more able to live without her than she was able to live without him. This despite the fact that he had supervised a final gang-rape of her body in the hope of getting her out of his system once and for all. Who would have dreamed something like this would have taken place when her parents had sent her to her Aunt Celia's house for the summer? They had wanted to go on a European trip, and Aunt Celia had volunteered to watch over the young teenager.
CHAPTER TWO
Celia Cole was the widow of Jo Ann's mother's deceased brother. She wasn't a direct blood relation, but to Jo Ann she had always been Aunt Celia, even after her uncle had died.
Celia lived with her son, Andrew, in what had once been a summer resort town. But because life in this little suburb was less expensive and more pleasant than it was in either the city or in those suburbs closer to the city, people began converting summer bungalows into year-round homes, building second out walls, filling the spaces between then with insulation. Almost everyone had erected a wind charger to generate electricity, and there was a small electric plant as well, as a back-up system when the wind wasn't blowing. Most of the time the wind generated so much electricity, that the residents of the town were able to sell back excess power to the electric company and more than make up for whatever they had to pay said company on those days when the wind didn't blow. Heat, light, just about everything in these homes ran on electricity.
Jo Ann was elated coming to live with Aunt Celia for two months. She had always loved this country kind of atmosphere. There were even farms and ranches out here, and Main Street was something out of a movie that depicted scenes of a hundred years ago.
But less than a week after Jo Ann had arrived at her aunt's home, Aunt Celia had been called away because her mother was suddenly taken very ill. Andrew had been Celia's son by a previous marriage, and he had never forgiven his mother for marrying a second time. Not that he had disliked his stepfather. The man had treated him fairly, justly, even giving him a car when he had been a teenager, and had brought Andrew into his business. Andrew's own father had been the kind of man who had never been able to hold onto any kind of job for any length of time. He had deserted Celia when Andrew had been seven, and the boy had blamed himself and his mother for his father's departure, never once understanding that neither of them were at fault. He had felt that if his mother waited long enough, his father would have come back.
But his mother hadn't waited. She had married another man, and Andrew had never forgiven her for this. Though the man treated him like a son, played ball with him, showed an interest in his school work, helped him through college, and then brought him into his own business, where Andrew had done well, subconsciously Andrew hated the man. As a result, he hated the man's relatives. Since Jo Ann's mother was the man's sister, Andrew hated her, and now he was certain he hated Jo Ann. What he wanted was to be able to wreak some kind of vengeance on the Coles. Perhaps what aggravated Andrew most of all was that his stepfather had adopted him and changed his last name to Cole, as well. Andrew felt as if he had lost his own identity.
When Celia announced that she had to hurry to her own mother's bedside, and than she would be gone for a short while, she left Jo Ann in Andrew's care. Andrew was already in his early twenties, and so far as Celia was concerned, he was a responsible man. She was certain he would watch over Jo Ann and make sure the girl didn't get into any mischief. Not that there was that much mischief for the lovely blonde girl to become involved in. She was still too young to be rally dating, and besides, there weren't any teenage boys around for the summer. They had all gone to camp.
But once Celia had gone, Andrew knew his chance to wreak vengeance on the Coles had come, even if Jo Ann's last name was Warner. She was a Cole on her mother's side.
CHAPTER THREE
Jo Ann remembered only too well that first day. Though she'd had fights with boys who had pulled her hair at home, and she had also had disagreements with other girls, she had never hated anyone. But Jo Ann had quickly learned to hate Andrew Cole. Even if she had know why he had done to her what he had done, she would have hated him. As it was, she had thought he'd done it out of sheer maliciousness.
It was early Sunday morning, and Jo Ann, knowing her aunt had never been a religious woman, was grateful for the opportunity not to have to go to church. She stayed in bed a long time before remembering her aunt had left the previous evening. She and Andrew were alone in the house. Well, it didn't bother her that much. Andrew had studiously avoided her, and that suited her fine. She didn't much care for him and his sour face, even though he was handsome. He supported her aunt, now. He had a wholesale jewelry business somewhere in the city, having taken it over when Aunt Celia's husband had died, and he was running it quite well.
Getting out of bed, Jo Ann, wearing short pink pajamas, walked through the small hall to the bathroom. Once inside, she took care of all her needs, including a long, luxurious shower. She had put on a shower cap to keep her long, blonde hair from getting wet. When she stepped out and dried herself off, she removed the cap. She had to admit, looking at herself in the full length mirror on the bathroom door, that she was beginning to round out. The steam was rapidly fading from the mirror, letting her see her own reflection. What she saw was a heart-shaped face with golden bangs on her forehead and long, flowing honey-golden hair streaming down her back. Her large blue eyes were like two twinkling blue sapphires, and her nose was short and slightly upturned. She had a pert little saucy mouth, and it never occurred to her that some of the boys in her school were already wishing to kiss those lovely lips. Her neck was long and graceful, and she noticed her breasts were really starting to grow larger. They weren't anywhere near their full size, but they were slightly more than mere rounded bumps. Her pink nipples were surrounded by equally pink rosettes, making her white skin look that much paler.
Though Jo Ann was a young girl, she had never had baby fat. Her waist was naturally slender, though not quite as pinched-in as it would be in the near future. Her slender hips were still boyish, and no hair had started growing on her pubic mount.
She ran a comb through her hair, then brushed her teeth, remaining naked the entire time. She loved the feeling of moving about without clothes on, and had Andrew not been in the house, she would have walked through the entire house with nothing on.
She was taken by surprise when the bathroom door suddenly slammed open, and Andrew, wearing jeans and a white shirt, was standing in the doorway. Apparently he had gotten up earlier and had gone shopping.
Jo Ann was shocked to see him, and tried her best to cover her nakedness with her hands.
"Andrew!" she gasped. "You turn around and stop looking at me!"
"What's the matter, cuz," he taunted. "Never had a man stare at your naked body before?"
"No, of course not," she gasped. "Now you just stop this."
"The hell I will," he snorted. "Oh well, I suppose the smart thing is for me to give you something with which to cover yourself." Taking off his shirt, he held it out to her, saying "Here!"
Jo Ann stared at him, looking at his dark-brown, wavy hair, his tanned body as well as his tanned face. He had blazing almond-colored eyes, a short, straight nose, and thin lips above a rugged chin. All in all he was extremely handsome. His shoulders were large, and he had muscular, pectorals as well as large biceps.
Jo Ann had heard rumors about her cousin. He was part of the gossip in this small town. Every female, married or otherwise, who walked past him, smiled at him, and Jo Ann began wondering if it was true that he had done something with every female in this small town. Just what that "something" was, she wasn't quite certain, though she assumed it had to do with the birds-and-bees lecture her mother had given her.
"Here!" he said again. "Put this on...."
Jo Ann reached for the shirt with one hand, using the other to cover her breasts. As her hand reached out, he grabbed her wrist, letting the shirt fall to the floor. He pulled her, and suddenly she was being pressed against him, and his smooth, muscular chest felt like a solid wall against the soft roundness of her breasts. His mouth clamped down on hers, giving her, her first kiss. It was a searing, burning kiss that smashed her lips against her own teeth.
"No ... mmmmphhhhh ... let me go ... uuummm-mmphhhh ... stop...." she gasped, trying to pull her lips from his.
"Let you go?" he laughed. "You have to be kidding," he said, holding her at arm's length. "I've been waiting for this for years. I knew that one day I would have an opportunity to revenge myself on the Coles. But when mother left yesterday, leaving you in my care for at least the next two weeks, I realized my chance had come."
"What are your talking about?" she gasped.
"For the next two weeks you're my slave, Jo Ann. You're my whore, my fuck mate! By the time I'm through with you, you'll know every goddamn sex trick in the book."
"I'll scream!" she insisted.
"Go on!" he laughed. "Scream your fool head off! The house is insulated, the windows are triple-thick, and no one is going to hear you. All the doors leading to the outside are locked, as are the windows, and the thick glass is all but impossible to crack, much less actually break. Even if I let go of you, where would you run? I took the precaution of fixing all the locks on all the doors inside so that none of them work. That's how I was able to open the bathroom door. You can't hide from me, Jo Ann. You can't run from me. There's only one thing you can do," he snarled, "and that's precisely everything I want you to do."
"You let me go...."
His lips smothered her outcry as he pulled her against him and walked toward the nearest room, which was a guest room. It had a sofa-bed, but at the moment the sofa was closed. Jo Ann shuddered because she felt the stiff poker beneath his pants as he continued purposefully grinding his groin against the nakedness of her seething cunt. He was strong, much too strong for her, and she realized she was in the middle of a horrible nightmare from which there was no waking up. His tongue plundered her girlish mouth, and she, not understanding what he was doing, thinking he was trying to humiliate her even more, bit down on the stabbing instrument, making him snap it back into his own mouth.
"Owwwww!" he bellowed. "You goddamn bitch! The one thing you have to learn is obedience."
He slapped her face, hard. Jo Ann had never been hit before. The surprise of the slap was as overwhelming as the stinging pain. Stars twinkled in a black sky inside her mind for a moment. She whimpered in pain, staggering back and away from Andrew, and as a result the backs of her calves hit the sofa.
"You stinking little bitch, who the hell d'you think you're biting?" he snapped at her. He brought back a fist as if to punch her, and Jo Ann held her hands up as if to ward off the blow as she cringed. He opened his hand and gripped her two wrists in one paw, pulling her arms back over her head as he said, "You wanna lose those lovely teeth, you dumb cunt?"
"Wha ... oh no!" she cried. "Don't hit me again!"
"You behave and do as you're told, and I'll let you keep yourself intact ... well, most of you'll stay intact. There's one little bit of tissue we're gonna take away from you. But in a little while," he told her. "For now, we're gonna play games. It's like Simon Says, only this time it'll be Andrew says. When I give an order, you do it, got me?"
"Wh-what are you going to do to me?" Jo Ann asked.
"Your ma ever tell you why men and women are built differently?" he asked. "I mean, a kid your age can't be totally stupid."
"Mom explained about sex to me," she nodded.
"Well now, see, you know all about what we're goin-na do."
"But mom says I should only do it with my husband," she insisted.
"So," he smirked, "for the next two weeks, you and I are gonna play house. I'm gonna be the husband, and you're gonna be the wife. Then we go back to being ourselves in two weeks, without you saying anything to my folks or yours."
"You're crazy?" Jo Ann gasped. "I won't do anything like that with you. I don't even like you."
"It's not a question of whether you like me or not. If you wanna keep those teeth and you wanna keep from having the shit kicked outta you, you'll do it."
"Why are you doing this to me?" she gasped.
"That's for me to know and you to find out," he snapped. "Right now, question and answer time is over. I'm telling you, you'll do as I say, 'cause if you don't, I start punching."
"A-all right," she nodded, terrified beyond words.
"Pull down my zipper and open my pants," he ordered. "Let's see how you look when you stare at the first erect male cock that's gonna shovel its way into you."
His fingers were digging into her shoulder, making her sit on the sofa. Then he released her, satisfied she wasn't going to fight with him. He had conquered her. Jo Ann's hands dropped to her knees as he moved closer to her, pressing his own knees against hers, trapping her in the sitting position on the sofa.
"Unzip my fly, you dumb cunt!" he snapped.
Frightened out of her wits, the tears running down her lovely cheeks, she found her hands lifting, one of them moving to his belt. She found it awkward working the leather strap as she tugged through the buckle, having to yank hard to make the metal tongue come out of the hole. His flat stomach was as lean and as hard as a board, and she already saw the elastic tops of his jockey briefs, underneath. She shuddered, visibly.
Jo Ann gripped the little hook at the top of the pants, holding it around his waist, and she managed to tug it open. Then she gulped, her fingers touching his zipper tab. Any possible thought of escape left her mind. Her cousin knew this house a lot better than she, and if he told her he had locked every exit, there was no way in the world she would be able to get out.
Whimpering, she worked the zipper down slowly, the man's trousers peeling apart, revealing more of his white undershorts. Andrew smilingly reached down and gripped her shoulders for leverage as he kicked off his shoes.
"Okay," he told her. "Tug the pants down."
Jo Ann clamped her knees tightly together as she pulled his pants down to his ankles. He lifted a foot while still holding her shoulders, and she pulled the pants off that foot. Then he lifted the other foot. Where she was sitting, Jo Ann was more and more conscious of the wet spot that swelled beneath his white undershorts. A slight gap in the fly opening let her see dark curls.
"Okay, baby, since it's our wedding day, open up your wedding present. It's all yours, honey!"
His hands were on his hips, knuckling them as she lifted her fingers to his elastic waistband and reluctantly began to pull them down. More of his flat, harless stomach came into view, the long penis being forced downward as it followed the pull of the fabric. Now his thick pubic patch was in full view, a nest of dark brown curls that seemed thicker than jungle undergrowth. The curling strands looked long enough to comb, and the silly thought flitted through Jo Ann's mind.
"Come on, come on, even though we have two weeks, I don't want you taking that long to undress me," Andrew insisted.
Jo Ann tugged harder on the waistband of his shorts, and for a moment his hard cock was tugged downward even more between his thighs. Then, as the elastic band cleared the head, it snapped back up as if spring-loaded, and smacked against his flat belly before coming to rest at a forty-five degree angle, pointing directly at her lovely face. Her eyes locked on it, on the immensity of it as her hands continued pulling his shorts down and off his ankles.
God! It was a fascinating cock! She was unable to take her eyes from it as she tossed his undershorts off to the side. Now, except for his socks and his watch, the man was totally naked. But that penis of his had her totally stunned beyond belief.
"Take a good look at it," he told her. "This is as much your lord and master as I am, and I'm telling you right now, there isn't a cock in town that'll match this one."
She shivered as she stared at the swollen cock, watching the way it seemingly glowed with a shine of its own as fevered blood pounded madly through it. The penis had a definite upward bend, almost a curve, with a rich tan shank and a head of pinkish-purple. The head seemed to continually expand and contract.
Jo Ann felt a quivering in her belly. She was horrified looking at what she thought of as an evil instrument.
"It's grow-up time," Andrew told her. "This is what women love and adore. In time, you'll learn to love it, too. We'll begin slowly. Just grip it in that hot little hand of yours."
Afraid of it, yet more afraid not to do as her cousin ordered, quivering with a strange sensation in the pit of her stomach, the lovely little blonde girl reached out and touched the throbbing penis. Oh, God! It was hot! She had never expected it to feel so hot. She wondered how it was possible for any human being to have so much heat inside, and then she wondered if the man was running a fever. Maybe he was sick, and this would explain his despicable behavior.
Her hand slid up and down the length of it, feeling it, touching all parts of it. She noted the mottled head was a different kind of flesh than the shank. In the head was a little slit, looking like a vertical eye, and every now and again that eye shed "a tear." The droplet would cling to the penis as it ran down the underside, and as her hand ran over it, she felt the ointment, smooth, but stickily lubricious, rub itself back into his flesh.
Minutes passed, and she became bolder in her handling of it as the man stood all but motionless in front of her. A light, musky scent came from his loins, but it was an arousing aroma, and Jo Ann didn't know why, but funny little things were starting to take place inside her. Handling this penis was making her shudder with juices of her own as she suddenly felt wet seepage between her own thighs. Her mother had explained that she had membranes within herself that were lubricated, emitting oils. She was not to confuse it with the water that streamed from her when she voided.
"Very good, cousin," Andrew congratulated. "You make a very nice obedient slave. You handle my cock as gently as if it were a newborn babe. Yes, yes indeed. I like that. Well now, I'll tell you ahead of time, it's already been christened Peter. But Peter had not yet been baptized. You are going to perform the baptismal ceremony."
"Wh-what are you talking about?" Jo Ann asked.
"I'm talking about you baptizing my cock by wetting it down with your lovely saliva," he told her.
"Y-you want me to spit on it?" she asked.
"Nothing so crude," he laughed. "Honey, I want you to put it in your mouth and suck it."
"What??? "
"You heard me," he laughed, "put my cock in your mouth and suck it, then keep on doing it until I tell you otherwise. You know, if you suck long enough and hard enough, you'll make it spurt out its own fountain of holy water."
"No!" she gasped. 'That's disgusting! I'll never do something like that never!"
"But you should never say never," he reminded her, making a fist before her face to let her know the damage he'd be able to do to her if she disobeyed him.
"Please...." she whimpered. "Oh please ... don't make me do this."
"Women do it all the time, honey," he replied. "What's more, if you behave, and you're a good little girl, maybe, just maybe, the time'll come when I'll reciprocate and kiss that hot little pussy of yours, and you'll really go ape. Now come on and stop acting like an asshole. You think because you're so damn young that you're different from other women? Honey, you're the same. You have tits, you have a cunt, you have an asshole, and you have a mouth. I'm going to use all of them one way or another. So let's stop Mickey Mousing around and you open that little mouth of yours and start sucking."
Jo Ann was shivering. Her body vibrated beyond control, because she knew she was going to do this disgusting thing. The only reason why she would do it was, if she refused, he would beat her until she agreed. Then she would be doing it anyway, but with a lot of bruises. No! She made up her mind that she had to avoid being hit.
Holding the penis gingerly between her fingertips she tugged it toward her, pulling it down until she was able to stare straight into its cyclopean sightless eye. It seemed almost big enough to take the tip of her little finger, and without realizing what she was doing, Jo Ann moved her hand to test it. The tip of her pinky pressed gently against the yielding opening, and large droplets of oil seeped out and covered the end of her finger.
"Hey!" he all but yelled at her. "What the hell do you think you're doing! Damn it, girl! Baptize the head of it with your mouth, don't play with it!"
Her throat was dry and rasping, and Jo Ann had to swallow a number of times to make herself feel some saliva. Quaking, filled with dread and nausea, she moved her face slowly forward. Her lips were close enough to feel the heat emitted by the throbbing cock as her fingers felt the pulsations in it. The head looked a richer, deeper purple now than when she had first taken it out of his pants. Blood was rushing more and more rapidly to it.
Her fingers gripped the shaft of the cock just beneath the coronal rim, making the head swell even larger before her eyes. She thought that if she kept her hand there, she wouldn't have to suck on too much of it. Maybe he'd be content for her to lick the tip a little. She was more conscious than ever of the throbbing inside the penis.
"No more games!" Andrew roared. "Suck!"
His hands reached down and ripped her lovely honey-blonde head. He pushed, forcing her mouth against the tip of his penis. It slammed against her lips, then skidded up to her nose, the masculine odor of him becoming more strong, titillating something in the depths of her belly. For some reason she was unable to understand, she felt something stir within her, something that had never moved prior to today.
But the fear of doing what he wanted was still great in her, and Jo Ann tried twisting her head away, gripping the penis tightly now, using her second hand to grip the base as she did her best to resist taking it into her mouth. The purple tip skidded across her cheek, leaving a trail of lubricant, and then he was gripping her hair, twisting it in his fingers, forcing her head slowly back until his phallic point was pressing against her lips again.
"Open those lovely little pearly white teeth or honey, I promise you, your next teeth will be like the stars and come out at night," he warned.
Jo Ann knew her cousin was serious. Terrified as she was, she gulped, then slowly allowed her lips to part. Ucccch! Her mouth was open just enough to allow him to fit the tip of his penis inside, and he pushed, feeling her tongue press against the point as if trying to prevent it from entering. But the wet lingual digit washing over the sensitive sponginess set off static inside him, and he sighed at the sensation of tingling wetness. Her tongue pressed harder, but he also pushed harder, and his cock slid between her tongue and palate, halfway into her mouth as his fingers dug a little more deeply into her scalp.
"Oh yes, yes, yes, take my cock, you beautiful girl! Take it and suck for all you're worth."
Jo Ann swallowed only to realize that in doing so, she had pulled more of the thick organ into her mouth, the head rubbing against her gullet opening. Her hand grabbed the bottom of the penis, surrounding it, and she was astonished to realize there was still enough of his cock not inside her mouth for her entire fist to encompass. Her other hand had to grab something for balance, and it closed around his scrotum with just enough pressure to send fire blistering madly through his shuddering body.
At first, she wanted to heave! This seemed like the single most degrading thing in the entire world. But as her lips pursed and sucked, and the meaty flavor of the penis, mingled with the salty oil it was oozing permeated her brain, she realized that for some perverse reason she was beginning to enjoy it. She must be sick or something. Why in heaven's name would she want to do something like this?
"Well now, that's not so bad, is it?" Andrew taunted. "As far as I'm concerned, this is heaven, honey, Imagine a young kid like you automatically sucking cock so well the first time in her life. This is your first time, isn't it, Jo Ann?"
She nodded with the cock in her mouth, imparting even more sensation to him, making him sigh. Her face continued trying to move forward, but to take more of his cock inside meant she would have to push the head of the penis into her gullet. What made it more difficult was the upward curve of the penis. It was shaped perfectly to fit into a vagina, but only with difficulty would a mouth be able to encompass all of it. The hard shaft pressed firmly against her tongue, but the head of the cock continued massaging her palate, making her certain that if she wanted, she would be able to open the hollow of her esophagus enough to take the whole thing inside.
"Hhhhhaaauuuuunnnnhhhh! Suck, you sweet little innocent-faced young bitch!" he gasped. "Suck!"
His flat, hard, masculine buttocks twitched from side to side as he tried forcing more of his penis into her mouth. His belly did flip-flops as he tried forcing more and more of the throbbing cock inside, intent on drilling her with the full length of it. But this was Jo Ann's first time at this, and she didn't know how to relax her gullet, so all his efforts were doomed to failure. Jo Ann began choking and coughing, and in the end had to pull her head back to keep from retching. She moved so quickly, he was unable to stop her with the pressure of his hands.
"Damn it all, dear young two-week wife!" he roared. "I'll tell you when you can pull back and how much of my cock to take into your mouth. Just remember, you're here to do anything I say."
She pulled her lips off the penile head for a moment, and her hand left his balls to massage her throat.
"Please!" she begged, doing her best to rub away the ache his corona had caused within with the pressure of her fingertips, shaking off his pulling fingers for the moment. "Please ... Andrew ... you're hurting me! For God's sake, I'll do anything you want, but just don't hurt me!"
"If I want to hurt you, I'll hurt you," Andrew insisted. "Tough titty, honey! Just get that mouth on my cock and let it learn more about sucking."
"No ... please ... not that again!" she whimpered.
"Yeah, that again," he insisted. "That, and anything else my heart desires, as the saying goes. You're gonna suck me, and I'm gonna fuck you. I'm gonna shove my cock in every hole your body has, and if you're respectful and behave right, I'll give you some tongue-action, as well. So just get back to sucking, honey. I like the way your lips fit themselves around my cock, so start sucking solidly and in earnest, or I'll have to get rough and really hurt you."
Jo Ann broke out in a series of sobs, and her small breasts shook as her chest heaved with loud gulps. She cried like a baby, but if Andrew felt anything other than lust, he didn't show it.
"Damn you!" he yelled. "Shut up! You're not some puking little pre-adolescent who doesn't know anything. You a little bitch who's related to the Coles. You're the only one with Cole blood in you on whom I'll ever be able to get my full revenge. You took my name from me, my father from me, and you think I'm content to be stuck with the name of Cole for the rest of my life."
"I'm not a Cole," Jo Ann wailed.
"On your mother's side you're a Cole," he reminded her. "But just to make sure you're definitely a Cole, we're going to make you an adopted Cole by injection."
"Wh-what are you talking about?" she gasped.
"I'm going to fuck you," he laughed.
"You have to be insane!" Jo Ann wept.
"Insane? No, just vengeful. You're the handiest person on whom to take out my revenge. So I'm gonna do it. Give me a hard time, and I'll call up some of my friends and invite them over and really let them give you one helluva going over. So make up your mind, you're either gonna let me bang you, or a whole bunch of them."
He pushed his cock forward and rubbed it against Jo Ann's cheek. She flinched, but didn't try pulling away this time. She told herself she wasn't pulling back because it was useless to fight. The man had superior strength to her. But even as she though all this, her mouth was salivating, and there was an itch between her thighs, an itch she had never felt before. Was there something in her that really wanted a good, solid fucking? She didn't know, but the one thing that was most definitely certain was she was being forced into allowing this horrible man to molest her in ways she would never have dreamed possible. Hell! There was no way out. She'd have to conduct herself with a certain amount of restraint. Perhaps if she showed him that young as she was, she was civilized and basically a lady and not some kind of tramp, he might come to regret what he was doing and leave her alone. Well, at least he might not be so cruel about everything.
"You're gonna do just as I want, aren't you," the tall brown-haired man grinned widely, and he let go of her hair. "Come on, princess, if we're gonna take your cherry, we'll do it the right way, in a bed."
Feeling utterly helpless, unable to fight back or even protest, the lovely girl nodded in dumb misery as she followed him to his bedroom. To her astonishment she saw he had been prepared for all this, even to the towel on his bed to soak up the blood when she was deflowered.
"Yeah!" he told her. "I knew you'd go along, honey. I had a feeling all along you'd do everything I wanted you to do. You're telling yourself right now that the only reason you're going along with all this is to keep me from getting mad, or to prevent me from calling up my buddies on the phone and bringing them over. By the way, don't get any bright ideas about using the phone, yourself. All the phones are plug-in phones, and all except one are carefully hidden somewhere outside the house. The one that's hidden inside the house you'll never find, so don't try looking for it."
"A-all right," she nodded.
"But fear's not the reason why you're going to do what I want," Andrew continued. "You're curious. Your mother told you something about fucking, and I'll bet she told you your old man made it good for her. Well, that's great, because now you want to find out. You want to fuck, deep down. Yeah, the real reason for your feelings is...."
He suddenly hurled her on the bed and was between her thighs in an instant. His hand reached down and closed tightly around the hairless mound of her sex and squeezed, hard. "This hot little pussy of yours is the real reason, honey. No matter what you've been taught, and no matter what you've heard, the only time a good cunt is happy is when it's filled with cock."
If there was one thing Jo Ann despised about her cousin more than anything else, it was the fact that he was a perfect example of what her girl friends referred to as a male chauvinist pig. She wondered how this man would react if he were trapped by a band of amazons, and forced to do anything they wanted. Heck! When she got a little older, she was going to ask her mom to send her to judo school, and then let any man try and get rough with her.
"You know I'm telling you the truth, Jo Ann," he snorted. "Your trouble is, you're itching to find out what it's like to feel a good cock buried in the depth of your cunt."
"Why are you saying so many things to hurt me?" she sobbed.
"I think you have to learn, again and again, that in our relationship, I'm the master, you're the slave. So next to frequent injections of cock in various places in your lovely body, I'm going to have to keep reminding you that of the two of us, I'm boss. After all, if you maintain your self respect, you'll never properly knuckle under to me, cousin. That, more than anything else, is what's important," he insisted, and his hand clamped down on her hairless pussy lips again. He flattened his palm and rubbed it back and forth, feeling the littlest bit of moistness seeping from her interior.
Jo Ann wished the floor would open up so she'd be able to jump into a nice big hole and pull it in after her. This man made her feel so awful, so terrible, so totally different from the young girl she had always imagined herself to be, that she was now unsure of herself. Perhaps the most shocking development from all this was, each time his hand pressed itself against her vagina, she felt a tingle sizzle through her. Her body was agreeing with him, betraying her. She hated him all the more for being such a crude savage. What was it Jonathan Swift had called those animals in the last land Gulliver had visited? Yahoos! They were humanoid apes that swung from trees and hurled turd balls at one another. Yes, Andrew was definitely a Yahoo! Now she was glad she had read all of Gulliver's Travels.
Still, with all the hate festering inside her, the man seemingly excited and aroused her in a way no other human being had ever done. Even the rough way he was handling her tender vaginal flesh was tingling and arousing to her. Nothing like this had ever happened to her before. She felt as if the sheet beneath her was of hot metal, tin, perhaps, and it took all her willpower to keep her from bouncing her buttocks all over it.
Shame filled her as she lay on the towel-covered bed, letting her slender, girlish thighs spread apart, permitting her naked cousin to settle on top of her.
"You're no different from any of the other woman I've know." he insisted. "You're just a little younger, that's all. But underneath everything, you're a whorish slut like all the others even my own mother. She wouldn't wait for my father to come back. She was so hungry for cock, she had to go and marry my step father, your uncle."
"If your mother is what you say she is by your standards," Jo Ann said to him, "then I'm glad to be what you called me. I love your mother, and I think she's a nice woman."
"Jesus!" he gasped, letting his hands run all over her slender body. "You're still growing in the right places, and one of these days you're gonna be the most voluptuously sexy person in the world. Hell! You're put together like a ceramic defecatorium with new wings being added all the time."
He forced her slender, hairless thighs wider, allowing himself to get a really good look at her hairless cunt. It had been a long time since he had seen a pussy without hair, and the other time it was because the woman had shaved it. But this cunt had yet to grow hair, and the idea made him salivate. His ungentle hands moved over her rounded knees, then ran up the undersides of her thighs to touch her soft, warm, pillarly flesh. Then his fingers moved forward and began prodding at the narrow little opening that was her vagina. Imagine! It had never been opened! Sheesh! He'd never had a virgin before! This was going to be some fuck!
"God!" he gasped. "I've never seen a tighter cunt in all my life. Most of the women I've known have been very loose compared to you."
He prodded at her with a forefinger, teasing her inner lips, feeling more and more oil slide out, and then carefully, slowly, he poked his forefinger into the narrow foramen between her inner labia. God! Was she ever tight! He pushed his finger forward, feeling resistance all the way as she gasped at him, "Please! Don't hurt me!"
"You behave," he snorted, "and if there's any pain at all in the beginning, it'll be kept to a minimum. Just stay nice and juicy in there so I can fit a second finger into you and widen you a little more. Remember, the more I can widen you, the less pain you'll feel when I administer my cock inside."
"Why are you doing this?" she sobbed again, as he added a second finger.
"Because you're part of the Cole Family. You're also a cunt, and my cock has been starving for a really good cunt. I've had more than my share of bad pussy. In the next two weeks, you and I are gonna fuck to beat the band. What's more, long before the time is up, you're gonna love it so much, you'll come begging to me for more cock. I've never fucked a chick yet who hasn't come asking for more."
Jo Ann screamed as his two fingers touched her hymen, and she tried yanking herself away from him. But the madman who was her cousin had her pinned solidly to the mattress, and he held her easily enough.
"Shit!" he exclaimed. "I didn't hurt you. Believe me, if I wanted to, I'm capable of showing you what real pain is all about."
"Look, I'm doing everything you want," Jo Ann gasped. "Is it too much to ask you not to hurt me?"
"God! I hope you're good, that's all," he muttered. "You have one hell of a nice young body, and it had better deliver everything you seem to be promising," he snorted.
"I don't know what to do," Jo Ann sobbed, with a subservience that made her ashamed of herself.
Her cousin snorted, gripped her by the underside of her calves, and he lifted them up, spreading her soft white thighs all the wider. Now he was able to see into her vagina even more clearly.
"God! Look at that hot pussy, will you?" he smirked. "That's all you are to me, a pussy. You think you're a woman, but you're nothing other than a pussy."
Sure, she thought. I'm a pussy on a hot tin mattress, unable to stay still even for a second.
Thinking back to when she and her girl-friends were in school, Jo Ann remembered how the two of them were standing under a stairwell near the boys' gym one day, hoping to catch a glimpse of the high-school senior basketball star. Lots of boys were coming down the stairs, but they were in the shadows behind the stairs, and not visible unless someone were to actually move behind the steps. They had heard two of the older boys talking about some of the girls, though they had no idea which girls were being mentioned.
"She thinks she's a somebody," one of the boys was saying. "Just because she puts out for half the football team, she thinks she's special. The fact of the matter is, she's just a cunt like any other cunt. She walks, she talks, she eats, she shits, but all that doesn't count. All that is just a casing and a means of transportation for her cunt. She just takes it from player to player and serves it up like it's some kinda gourmet dish."
Jo Ann stared at the brutish cousin as he nakedly knelt between her slim thighs, his massive cock rising like some leviathan from the deep, extending from the thick growth of brown hair that looked like it might have been cultivated in a primitive jungle. It was amazing how heavy the hair growth was down there, considering how little there was elsewhere on his body, save for a sprinkling under his armpits, and the thick growth of his head. His chest was almost totally devoid of hair, nor was there any growth on his arms or legs.
Loathing for him rose in her gullet like bile, but there was no denying the constant, underlying fascination, a strange kind of horrible, animal-like pleasure she felt in seeing his nakedness above that of her own. Though she felt slightly frightened, arousal, a primeval animal instinct of which she had never been previously aware, took more and more control over her.
"Yeah, you look gorgeous down there, so naked and so helpless," Andrew snapped at her. "I've dreamed of having the Coles at my mercy for so long, now that I do have one of you, it seems too good to be true. Believe me, Jo Ann, I'm gonna make the most of these two weeks. I prepared for all this in advance, once I found out about my grand-mother not being well. I've closed up the store for two weeks, ostensibly to be on vacation, and it's gonna be one helluva vacation, with you and me fucking like bunnies again and again."
His words filled the helpless young girl with more despair and horror. She had never done anything to harm this man, and there was no reason in the world why he should vent some unwarranted rage against her. But angry and disgusted as she felt, she was only too aware of the excitement continuing to steadily mount inside her.
Jo Ann was starting to understand her cousin, now. What he was doing and saying was all part of a process know as de-personalization, trying to make her feel like a non-person. He wanted to remove every last vestige of her ego, destroy her existence as an individual and make her think of herself as a slave designed to satisfy his whim as if the rest of her body was an appendage added to the only necessary part of her vagina. But the lovely little blonde girl wasn't going to let that happen to her. No matter what horrible thing her cousin put her through, she intended retaining her identity, and when she finally did leave here, she would find some way to revenge herself on him for this. In spite of what he was saying, she wasn't just a pussy on a hot tin mattress and nothing else. She was a person, a being, a someone, and she intended remaining as much.
"Well now, look at you," Andrew laughed out loud. "You like it when I look at your naked body, don't you?" he insisted, letting his thumbs slip into the pink slices of her tantalizing labia, opening them wider to expose the slippery slabs of inner, pink-jellied flesh. "Far be it from me to deny you what you want. Since you want me to look, look I will. I can see right into your cunt. Yeah, I can even see your cherry, stretched from wall to wall at a diagonal angle. I've fucked me a lotta women in my time, honey, all pretty, young and old, thin and fat, but I have to admit, I've never had me a virgin cunt like you, before. Hell! You're something else, you are! I'm beginning to wonder if this cock of mine is gonna fit inside you," he snorted, bouncing the penile head against her inner thigh. "I mean, I have the longest, thickest cock in town, or so all the women keep telling me, and you have one very tight pussy. I hope my cock'll fit without my having to dig a new hole."
By now, Jo Ann was calming down just a little. He was going to hurt her, of that much she was certain. But she was also old enough to understand that every word he was saying was calculated to make her feel worse than before. He was doing his damndest to shame and humiliate her, and this knowledge helped ease the anguish a little.
But in one sense she did feel a kind of humiliation over which she had no restraint, and that was the humiliation built by the knowledge that with each passing moment a feeling of perverse excitement continued wildly flooding through her shuddering form. The bloated, brownish stalk with the purple head created a feeling of arousal within her that she was completely incapable of taming. The helmet-like glans was such a deeply rich purple now, looking as if it was going to glow. In her mind, the penile head looked almost like the spaded end of a devil's tail. Somehow she had to try and control the urgent need in her as vile lust took total mastery over her.
Andrew's hands rubbed her thighs all the more firmly as he inched the head of his cock closer and closer to the gap that was her pink-shelled cunt. In fact, he moved so that his cock went past her cunt and rubbed its blunted nose against the flat softness of her trembling belly. He smirked as she shrank from it.
"You've already tasted it," he snapped. "Now feel how hard it is against your stomach. Might as well, 'cause soon you're gonna feel how hard it is inside your belly."
Jo Ann watched the burning rod of flesh roll back and forth as it lay against her belly, watching the way he indented her soft, feminine stomach with typical male arrogance. She insisted silently that she hated him, and what was more, she hated that masculine prod he was constantly pressuring against her. It felt loathsome.
Leaning forward, he gripped the swollen length of his solid cock in his hand, and then moved even higher, with his knees outside her thighs for the moment as he sat on her flat belly and guided the tip of his penis against the undercurves of her budding little breasts. They weren't large enough to form a valley between them.
"Another year or so," he laughed, "and you'll have tits big enough to press around my cock, and it'll be almost as much fun rubbing it in there as it will be filling your cunt with it. Hell! If I were to come right now, I'd be spattering spunk all over your lovely girlish face. Then I'd make you lick up every drop of it. How'd you like to swallow all that sperm, honey?"
"I'll tell your mother," she wept, the tears falling from under closed eyelids.
"You won't say a thing to anyone," he snapped, his fingers caressing her throat. "You say one word, and before they cart me off to prison I'll swear on a stack of bibles that you led me on. What's more, I'll have a whole gang of guys swear that you put out for them, as well. In fact, to make sure you don t say a word, before all this is over, you're gonna be gang-banged. Then we'll see what you have to say to my mother and your own folks."
Jo Ann scrunched her eyes tightly shut and tried to shut his horrible words out of her consciousness. He was driving her to the brink of insanity, but she'd die before letting him know how strongly he affected her. She was burning with lust in spite of everything she was doing in order to stave it off. Her thighs were trembling, and a heavier viscous syrup than ever began oozing from the pink chasm between her thighs.
"Hey, hey, hey!" Andrew smirked. "You're getting hot, I can smell it, honey. I can always sniff a hot pussy," he told her, rubbing the underside of his shaft against her chest, letting the point touch her chin each time, leaving little dots of his own lubrication. "You may be a virgin, but you want that maidenhood removed once and for all so your cunt can be filled with my cock. Well, I tell you, we have plenty of time, so you can just wait a little longer before we get to the main course of this sex meal. I mean, I'm really in no hurry. Wanna know why? Because knowing how much this waiting is causing you agony, I'm feeling more pleasure than ever. I'll tell you one thing though. You have one helluva mouth for a girl who's never sucked cock before. It's a real suction cup of a mouth. The guy you end up marrying is gonna be one happy guy. Hell! He'll never have to know that I broke you in and trained you."
"You're a depraved monster," she wept.
"Depraved? I didn't know little girls like you knew such big words," he laughed. "What the hell, I'll be generous. All you have to do is beg, and then I'll fuck you."
"What! You must be totally out of your mind!" she gasped.
"You'll beg," he snorted. "They all beg, after a while. You'll beg too, even if your cunt has never been sliced before."
"Never!" Jo Ann insisted, tears still running down her cheeks.
"Well, let me put it this way, honey," he told her. "Either you beg, or I'll drag out this torment for hours and hours, making you suck not only my cock, but the cocks of a few of my friends. At the same time we'll stick our cocks in your ass. Imagine, letting us shove a cock into your mouth after its been in your ass. I hope you do a good job of washing that ass hole of yours out. Otherwise, you know what you'll be sucking."
"Stop it!" Jo Ann screamed. "Stop it! Stop it! Stop it!"
Jo Ann opened her wide blue sapphire eyes and looked at him pleadingly, sickened by what he had told her, yet feeling an entirely different kind of turmoiled sensation in her vaginal depths. She hated him, despised him, would have killed him on the spot had she been able, but something in her body was churning violently, letting her know she had needs she had never known before. Knowing that she had to say what he wanted, her body quickened its intensifying sensations. Finally she opened her mouth and gasped out, "Please ... please....
"Please?" he roared with laughter. "Please what, you pretty little cunt. Just what is it you want me to do? I mean, I thought you considered yourself untouchable, and certainly too good for the likes of someone like me. You're too lady-like for common screwing, aren't you? So tell me, just what is it you really want?"
"You know what I want," she murmured, and she automatically began squirming and writhing her hips upward without meaning to do so.
"Yeah, babe, I know what you want, but you're still too lady like to use the words," he laughed. "I wanna hear the words come tumbling out of that hot little mouth of yours you know, the mouth that has already sucked my cock. What the hell, Jo Ann! Words are words. So what if you think they're dirty words. Say them to make me happy."
"Oh please, please Cousin Andrew, don't make me say it! Just do what you want to do and get it over with!"
"To begin with, I'm not your cousin," he insisted. "I'm only a Cole by adoption. There's no Cole blood in me at all. But I'm telling you right now, either you ask for it, or honey you just don't get it," he told her, rolling the leaking head of his penis over one nipple and then the other. "I mean, if I get too hot, I'll just shove my cock back into your mouth and fill your throat with jism."
"My God!" the young girl shrieked. "I can't stand this, I can't stand it!" She moaned, biting her lip, rolling her head from side to side. Just why she was feeling all those internal lusts and desires was something she was unable to figure out, but the obscene presence of his cock, once again so close to her face, pressing on her chest, caused arousal to swamp its way through her shuddering form. Now she didn't merely want him to do it to get it over with. She wanted it in order to feel the needed relief it promised. "Please ... please ... do it to me ... oh please...."
"Not until you say the words I wanna hear," he insisted. "Remember, the important thing here, in addition to fucking you, is to tear down that snotty little ego of yours until you realize you're nothing but my slave. Saying those words will tear down some more barriers, and you'll be that much closer to being a total non-person."
Jo Ann stared at the drooling, pulsating, throbbing purple-headed monster that was so close to her chin, and she knew she had no chance of ending all this without saying what he wanted to hear. She knew the words, if only because she had heard them in high school so often, even if she hadn't understood what they'd meant. Whenever she'd heard them, she had closed her ears to them, but today, her cousin had made certain she'd understood what the words meant. Knowing the only way to end all this was to have him bury his cock inside her, no matter how much it hurt initially, she gasped and finally said, "All right! You want words, I'll give you words! Fuck me, you bastard. You bastard whose father is also a bastard. Fuck me! Fuck me in my cunt! Fuck me with your dirty cock, and I hope my cunt squeezes it so hard, I can pull it out by the roots."
"Well now, that's more like it!" he snorted. "I'll ignore that crack about my father, 'cause you said everything else I wanted to hear. Yeah, the hidden bitch inside you will override the well-brought-up young lady every time, and when I'm through with you, you'll be the most foulmouthed cunt in the whole U.S."
Fiery lust continued burning through the helpless Jo Ann. She didn't know why she felt overpowered by all this desire, but she was ablaze with need. God! Was it something inborn? Her mother had insisted it was something that felt very good after the first time. Maybe the first time would also feel good.
"Hurry! Hurry!" she gasped, as the man slowly backed down her slender young body, letting the rigid head of his spikeless mace drag along her skin as if opening raw wounds and exposing the carnality that lay hidden beneath the surface of her. When he slid the head across her labia, Jo Ann actually bucked her fulcrum upward in a maddening attempt to capture the penis, something she would never have believed herself capable of doing in a million years.
"Hey now," he muttered, staring at her. "Maybe I've created more of a monster than even I'm aware of," he snorted, gripping the shank of his penis, rubbing the head against the soft inner labia without trying to force them open. "You really do want it, don't you! Tell me, adopted cousin, what would you do to get it, right now?"
"Anything!" Jo Ann sobbed in excitement, unable to control her body even though a part of her mind was still filled with all kinds of contempt and hatred for this horrible man who was supposed to be looking out for her welfare. "I'd do anything, and you know it!"
"Good! Hold that thought, honey! A time will come when I'll remind you of it, and I'll hold you to it. But for the moment I'm going to be nice to you and feed you my cock free of charge."
He braced himself on extended arms after guiding the head into the narrow little gully, and then told her, "When I shove forward, you press down on the mattress with your feet and lift up. I'm gonna cut through your cherry like it's tissue paper. It'll hurt like hell at first, but once I'm all the way in, we'll rest and wait for your cunt to adjust to my thickness. Once that happens, the pain'll fade and we can really get jazzing."
"Shut up and fuck!" Jo Ann screamed.
He slammed downward, and Jo Ann, remembering his instructions pressed the bottoms of her feet against the mattress and hurled her fulcrum up to meet his.
In spite of the two forces pushing in opposite directions, his penis wasn't able to power into her all at once. She was so tight, the best his cock was able to do was slowly slide in, her resisting walls clinging solidly to the organ. In, in, in, it went, and when it touched the barrier of her hymen, it kept on going as she kept her back arched like a bow in spite of the incredible agony she was feeling. The cock pushed through her weak membrane barrier, tearing the tissue to bits and pieces, and kept right on sinking, moving every deeper into her narrow straits, widening her clinging walls until his hairy pelvis thudded against her bare pubis.
"Aaa aaiiily yyyyeeee eaiii lyyyy aaaaag ggghhhh aaaggg hhh!" Jo Ann shrieked in agaony, agony that was raw fire filling her entire interior. She felt as if flames were shooting from her fingertips and toes, and flames came out of her nostrils. "My God! It huuuurts!"
"Shut up and lie still," Andrew told her, unable to believe the exquisiteness of her tight little cunt as it sucked itself firmly around the throbbing penis.
Christ! This wasn't a cunt! This was a living whirlpool that was constantly sucking him into its vortex. He was buried so deeply he would never escape. They would be trapped like this for the next two weeks, and when his mother came home she would find the two of them like this, unable to separate because her vulva clung so tightly to the base of his penis, if he did manage to come, the blood would be locked in the vessels inside his cock, unable to retreat, and so his erection would remain trapped perhaps forever. Well hell! If a man had to go, there was no better way on earth. This one had a cunt that was incredible.
Jo Ann was weeping, sobbing, unable to withstand the agony of having her narrow passageway suddenly widened by such an immense columnar barber pole. When his mouth came down on hers, she found herself sobbing and kissing at the same time. Her hands gripped his hair and pulled as if intent on tearing the hair out of his head. For the first time in her life she was filled with a combined love-hate, both of which were stronger than anything she had ever known before. Given an opportunity, she would gladly kill this man, but she realized that in spite of the agony still filling her, she wouldn't kill him until he had completed what he'd started, and to her satisfaction.
He flexed his throbbing penis inside her making it swell and widen so that her elastic walls also widened, pulsing in time with his penile throbbing. Little by little her walls opened up, and little by little the agony began fading, turning to simple pain, then to discomfort, then to an annoyance, and finally it was gone. In its place was the delightful tingling created by the unmoving phallus as it titillated her interior.
Andrew took a deep breath, drew his cock back a little, and pushed forward very gently.
"Oooooohhhhhh!" Jo Ann exclaimed, but this time not out of anguish. This time it was a gasp of sheer joy. "Harder, damn you!" she gasped at him. "I can take it! Harder!"
As if to emphasize what she wanted, she lifted her buttocks wildly from the mattress as if to make him shove his cock deeper.
"You asked for it!" he grunted. "Now shut up and fuck!" and pulling back, he rammed into her with tooth-jarring force.
At this point Jo Ann didn't hear anything he might have said. Her entire body was infused with an arousal she had never known to exist, and she arched her lovely back all over again, moving her fleshy valve around the monorail of his driving cock. There was no gentleness in Andrew. He was fucking as much for revenge as for enjoyment. But gentleness was the one thing the lovely girl wasn't seeking. Even though he was using his cock as a weapon rather than an instrument of love, her own cunt was responding with just as much vehemence. He hammered and battered her girlish interior with no thought or care for her pleasure once he was certain her cunt no longer felt pain. He was striving for his own enjoyment, but in doing so, he was building thrills even higher in her shuddering pussy. Each violent thrust into her was a way of letting her know he was subduing her, making her his slave more than ever.
Far from being offended by his chauvinistic attitude, Jo Ann discovered her aching body loved the rough way he manhandled her. True, her sensitive inner self felt offended, but her body was glorying in the pounding, grinding length of cock that continued assaulting her cunt with the intent of totally conquering it.
"More! More! More! More!" she heard herself gasping out loud.
Andrew was slamming into her with all his strength. He didn't think it possible any female was capable of withstanding this kind of battering, much less asking for more. He gripped her shoulders for better leverage and slammed into her all the more powerfully, beating into the depths of her bucking cunt until she bounced up and down like some kind of helpless rag doll.
But for every downward thrust, Jo Ann gave an upward thrust, hurling her pelvis madly at him as her heels dug all the more firmly into the mattress. Her breasts were small, and lying down as she was, they were almost boyish, yet she clung so tightly to him, she hoped to slice her nipples right into his chest. Then her thighs twined themselves around his flanks, and she churned against them as she pivoted on her hips to revolve her clutching, liqueous cove around the relentless pumping of his cock.
"Oh my God!" Andrew groaned aloud.
He knew she was a virgin having just deflowered her. It was obvious she hadn't known the first thing about performing sexual intercourse, yet here she was, rotating her cunt around and around as he thrust in and out, as if she had done this all her life. Muscles inside her that had never been used were being used now, and the pressure of their squeezing on his thick cock was incredible. He was caught, trapped in a vise of satin.
It was Jo Ann who felt the need for more leverage, now. She strained forward, reaching behind him, sinking her nails into his blistering rump to urge him on to greater fury, yearning for him to pierce her to the maximum depth. Her ass lifted upward with the sheer frenzy of her inborn passion, all the while revolving her pelvis and rocking him against her own hairless mount.
It was too much for Andrew. He had never, but never felt a cunt like this one, and where he had, to some degree, been able to maintain control of himself until a woman came, this time there was no possible way for him to hold back.
"AAAAAY YYY-YYE EEEEEA AAAAAA RRR-RRG GGGHHH UUUUUU NNNNNG GGGHHH AAAAAN NNGGGG GGHHHH!" he bellowed and blasted great gouts of sperm into her waiting cunt.
Then it was Jo Ann's turn, only she was so out of breath, she was unable to shriek this time as the orgasm within totally overwhelmed her, bathing her in its glorious essence as she felt his spurting semen shoot through her right to the top of her head. She sobbed and gasped with joy as the orgasm shook her with frightening fierceness.
CHAPTER FOUR
Looking back, Jo Ann remembered only too well her initiation into womanhood, coming as it did years before she would have expected. She remembered the pain, recalled the anguish, but more than anything else, she remembered the delight and pleasure.
What made her smile at the moment was her cousin's total arrogance. At the time, it had looked as if he was the one doing the conquering, but both of them knew, little by little, that he was the one being conquered. This was ascertained once and for all the last day she was with him, and he had insisted on bringing his friends in and letting them use her. He had insisted? Jo Ann's grin broadened. He had thought it was his own idea, but she knew better. She knew that after that time, the two of them would have nothing physically to do with anyone else. They belonged to one another, and once in her life she had to find out what it felt like to be filled with cocks in every orifice all at the same time. The truth, plainly and simply was, the longer she and her cousin lived together during those two weeks, the stronger her hold became on him, while the weaker his hold was on her, and in order to try and outwardly assert his manliness, he kept trying to do things to shame her, though basically all he did was a variation of things to thrill her that much more.
It was Sunday evening, the evening of her defloration, and Jo Ann, after having taken a long, hot bath, discovered even her shortie pajamas were gone. Without having to be hit on the head, she understood this was another way Andrew was certain she would remain his prisoner. With no clothing, even if she did find a way out, somehow, she wouldn't dare go outside.
"How's your cunt?" Andrew asked, when she came downstairs to the kitchen to make supper for the both of them.
She saw that when he had shopped earlier, he had really stocked up on a lot of food, anticipating they would be trapped here for two weeks. Jo Ann didn't think it possible for her to hate a man, but she was as close to hating where her cousin was concerned as she had ever been.
"Why should you care?" she asked, not even able to find an apron to put around her as she made them both steaks.
"I care a lot," he replied. "I mean, let's face facts, kiddo. I'm gonna be fucking that cunt an awful lot, and I want to make sure it's in tip-top condition."
"It's all right," she shrugged, realizing there was still a little sting inside her, more from the initial friction she had felt than anything else.
They ate quietly, and Jo Ann noticed it was starting to get dim. Looking at the clock, she saw it was eight-forty-five. After Andrew had fucked her, the two of them had fallen asleep for a long time. When she had awakened she had assumed it was early afternoon, but it had obviously been either late afternoon or early evening. Andrew had not been there when she had gotten up, and after having taken her shower, she had hurried downstairs in the hope he might have gone out. That was when she saw him in the kitchen, and he had inquired after her vagina.
She noticed Andrew had not bathed or showered since their encounter. The pink virginal bloodstains from her cunt still laced themselves on his cock, though by now they were dry.
"You might have at least taken a shower," she snapped. "You know, no matter how much you enjoyed what you did to me, all that stuff coating your ... uhhh ... penis, can start to smell after a while."
"Yes, well I decided that even though I have this house locked up tighter than the proverbial drum," Andrew replied, "I want to keep an eye on you as much as possible. So I figured I'd wait for you, and the two of us would shower together. Besides, it'd save water."
"I already took a bath," she said, rising, clearing the dishes away from the table.
"Really? You mean you washed all the residue and everything out of that sweet little cunt?" he asked.
"I wouldn't let it lay in there," she snapped. "Besides, for all I know, you might have gotten me pregnant."
"If that happens," he snorted, "I'll bring you to a doctor I know who can take care of such things."
"Oh, no you won't," she told him. "If I'm pregnant, I'm going to tell the whole world who the father is."
"You won't really know, will you," he laughed. "Remember, when the time comes, I'm having some friends come over and really get it on with you."
"I'll swear it was you now matter how many friends you bring over," she insisted. "You're a real son of a bitch to do what you did to me. I never did anything to hurt you."
"The sins of the father, or in this case the uncle, are being visited on the child," he smirked. "Now come on upstairs with me. I want you in that shower with me so I can keep an eye on you."
"You are really vile!" she replied.
CHAPTER FIVE
It was the shower that had really started changing their positions around, or so Jo Ann now reflected. That is, this was when he slowly but surely began to yield his dominance to her, though Andrew would never admit it.
They were standing under the hot water, and this time Jo Ann was not even wearing a shower cap. The water cascaded down her as she felt Andrew press her that much more solidly against him. The water was warm and felt good, and though she hated to admit it, being here with Andrew made showering that much more fun.
Andrew stood close to the lovely little blonde, content that she wasn't trying to get cute and whine while she was with him. She seemed to be enjoying the feeling of the water, and it made him feel good, too. He had ordered her to soap his cock and rinse it off, but otherwise hadn't attempted anything sexual. Then he had made her soap down his entire body, making sure she stayed near when the running water washed it from him. But her naked body, glistening because of the way the water reflected the overhead light made his cock slowly but surely come erect. He was becoming aroused all over again, and Jo Ann knew it would only be a matter of minutes before he had her lying on her back again, maybe in the bath tub. She desperately tried to think of something that would deter him from fucking her, especially since she felt her cunt was too sore to be probed again today.
She was therefore taken by surprise when Andrew lathered her from top to bottom. Not that she needed it, but it gave him an excuse to fondle her. When he first touched her, she tensed up automatically, but as time passed, and he continued rubbing her with the bar of soap, she slowly began calming down. He continued his fondling of her breasts, careful to keep the soap away from the mucous membranes in her small cunt. Little by little he built desire in her without realizing this was what he really wanted to do. For all the seething anger in him, Andrew was inwardly a little boy still looking for the love his father had never given him. He had rejected that love from his stepfather, basically because he knew his stepfather was doing to his mother what his father used to do. He didn't like the idea of any man doing something like that to his mother. In fact, the more that he thought about it, the more he realized it wasn't so much the idea of his stepfather taking his father's place. It was what his stepfather had done to his mother. He had fucked her! In fact, he would have still been fucking her had he been alive. More important was the realization that his father had also fucked his mother, and so now he realized he hated his father, as well. In fact, he hated his father even more than he had hated his stepfather, because his stepfather had loved his mother, whereas his father had merely used her until he had gotten tired of her, and had run away. All his life, Andrew had believed he had loved his father. Now he realized he had merely been using that as an excuse. In point of fact, he had been looking for someone to love someone who hadn't fucked his mother.
He had even inwardly rejected his mother's love because she had allowed his stepfather to fuck her. Yes, that was it! Andrew realized what he had wanted was that his mother should permit him to be the man in the family. He was the one who ought to have fucked his mother, because the one who did the fucking ruled the family.
Without realizing it, he had found someone to fuck, someone no one else had fucked, someone who would eventually be fucked by others only because he had ordained it or so he would believe. So without realizing it, Andrew Cole slowly began falling in love with Jo Ann Warner.
His hands were slowly running over her shoulders and arms, then moving to the firmness of her small young breasts, feeling the slight swells and luxuriating in the thought that these breasts were his. As he massaged them, Jo Ann's pink nipples became erect, and the lovely young girl found herself panting, breathing all the more heavily.
Looking at Andrew, Jo Ann saw something in his eyes which hadn't been there before. She was too young to understand adoration, at least she was too young to understand adoration was what he felt, and she was the object of it. All she did know was, there was no longer anger or hate in those eyes, even if he tried to smile crookedly as if to sneer at her. The subtle change in him also triggered something in her, making her aware, more than ever, of the thrills she had felt when his cock had entered her in both her mouth and her cunt. As a result, her nipples seemed to grow to twice their former length.
Seeing this, Andrew moved his hand slowly down over the smoothness of her flat, white belly, then back around her slender waist to the small moons of her tiny buttocks. They were each the size of a honeydew melon, a large honeydew, but nevertheless, no larger. He dipped his fingers in the softness of her fleshy crevice formed by the two malleable round cheeks, letting them glide up and down twice. He worked his hands slowly over her thighs, around to the fronts of her knees, and Jo Ann seemed to respond immediately to the gentle way he handled her. In fact, she reveled in it.
Kneeling, he continued rubbing his hands over her thighs, and was aware of the cascading water washing all the soap off both of them. Cupping one hand, he pressed it against the soft mound of her tight little hairless cunt, feeling her quiver as his palm-heel touched her clitoris and massaged it. As a result, Jo Ann widened her legs and allowed him to caress her there all the more.
"Uuuuuuuunnnnnhhhhhh!" she gasped, the breath leaving her for the moment, which was just as well since she wouldn't have known what else to say at that time.
The sensations from the cascading water and Andrew's hands on her quivering body made her belly churn and shudder with a rotating passion. Excitement began mounting in her as it had done earlier in the day, but this time with a difference. The excitement was without fear. Not knowing it, Jo Ann was responding to love caresses, just as Andrew was, as yet, unaware he was falling in love with the passionate girl. She had never felt so totally aroused before, and the fact that she was with a man who had hurt her in a number of ways earlier no longer seemed to matter. All that really counted now was the security she felt being with him, a stronger kind of security than anything she had ever felt at home. Her body was alive and tingling, sensitive to his fondling, feeling thrills now as never before. She remained still under the flowing water, enjoying the gentle massage of his hands all over her naked girlish flesh.
Andrew was unable to contain his excitement. There was something about this girl that made her different from all the other women he had ever known. She was superior in every way in spite of her being so relatively young. The combined effect of looking at her and feeling her had him so titillated, his balls were throbbing with mad passion. His cock continued swelling, enlarging, growing, becoming more and more erect, standing out from his groin.
Jo Ann had her eyes tightly shut as she basked in the pleasures filling her quivering body, and Andrew stared at her sensuous young, pink lips, watching the tip of her little tongue play over them as they often unconsciously did. The remembrance of those lips and that tongue against his cock made him even more aroused. Oh, God! The next time he put his cock into her mouth, he wouldn't take it out until he had spurted every drop of seed down her throat. His cock had been sucked many times before, by many experienced fellatrices, but not one of them had been as good as Jo Ann. She was exceptional.
"Ummmmm!" Jo Ann sighed, forgetting for the moment that she was this man's virtual prisoner, groaning with delight when he parted the thick little slabs of her outer labia and teased a middle finger into the tantalizingly soft folds of her vagina. His thumb made contact with her clitoris at the same time, and the lovely young blonde felt a sharp bolt of pleasure blast through her, charging through her quaking brain. Her womb felt as if it was on fire, her cunt a pit of arousal that needed some kind of attention because the need to achieve orgasm was paramount at this moment. Never before had she felt any other kind of need that was equally important. Her knees were quivering because of this manual stimulation, but also because he wasn't uttering any harsh or rasping invectives along with the way he was playing with her pussy. Her hands automatically reached out and held onto the man to keep herself from slipping and falling into the tub.
Feeling as if his hard cock was going to burst at any moment because of the throbbing pressure the blood swirling through it was putting on it, Andrew knew he was unable to contain his lust any longer. Withdrawing his hand from between her hotly tantalizing thighs, he turned off the water and helped her out of the tub onto the floor mat, nearby. He had two towels on a rack nearby, and he hurriedly began rubbing Jo Ann down, still touching her sensitive areas with the intent of keeping her totally aroused. Jo Ann had to admit she liked it all, but she knew all this was leading up to another sexual confrontation. She was a little afraid, thought not nearly as afraid as she had been earlier in the day. At the moment, she still hadn't forgiven her cousin in any way for the manner in which he had manhandled her. A certain anger remained locked in a comer of her mind, and she con-trained it, knowing she would have her chance for revenge when the right time came. She was also smart enough to know that if she said or did anything he didn't like, he would instantly revert to being the domineering bastard he had been, earlier. In fact, although he wasn't attempting to be domineering at the moment, he was definitely certain of his hold over her, and he was positive she would do anything he wanted.
Well, maybe it was time to start seeing if she was able to get him to do some of the things she wanted. Jo Ann was smart enough to know she would in no way be able to shorten these two weeks and allow him to let go of her sooner. Even if he did, where would she go? Her parents were in Europe, and her aunt was going to stay away all that time. No, she was stuck here with Andrew, and either she would be continually subjected to his whims, or with careful manipulation she would make him do all the things she wanted, causing him to think it was what he wanted.
He had the towel wrapped tightly around himself, drying himself off, and his erection made it stand out in front of him. It took all her willpower to keep Jo Ann from giggling.
He had used force rape. She hadn't his strength, and so force was out of the question. Her only weapon was seduction. But her young mind questioned whether a girl, only first beginning to develop as she was, was capable of seducing a man used to large breasts and curvy hips.
While she pondered it, he moved from the bathroom to his bedroom. She automatically followed, letting the towel drop. Without waiting to see if she was behind him, Andrew climbed into his bed, a large old-fashioned double bed, what would be termed a full-sized bed today. The only light on in the room was a small lamp by his night table, and when he turned to look at Jo Ann walk into the room, he realized she seemed more radiant than he had ever seen her before. Her tits were no larger, her hips were no rounder, but there was that indefinable something about her that had him in its enthralled grasp. He was totally captivated by her, and he was going to once again show her who was master in order to be able to enjoy that lovely body of hers.
But as she came closer, the look of lust in her eyes told him commands at this point were totally unnecessary. She wanted him as much as he wanted her. Perhaps she was a hidden masochist and wanted more sadistic torture. Then the most sadistic thing for him to do would be to give her loving care. The idea that she was hot for him, especially after the way he had treated her, perhaps because of the way he had treated her, stirred his cock and made it jump.
Walking to the large bed in the room, the sweet, angelic-looking little blonde felt as if she were two people. One was an observer, standing outside herself, watching everything going on and enjoying it immensely. The other was the participant, still somewhat unsure and a little afraid, though knowing that at the end of all this was that wonderful inundating thrill. So the burning sensation building in the pit of her stomach was now screaming for satisfaction. She had never had any idea what it felt like to be sexually aroused until she had been forced into it by her cousin, and having had a taste of it, she now wanted to feast on it forever, even if it meant having that huge, thick cock of his powering its way in and out of her cunt until she was torn inside-out.
"Y-you look beautiful," he murmured. "But don't think I'm going to let that deter me from getting my full measure of revenge against the Coles," he snapped, falling back on his old excuse.
"You're right," she said, catching him off-guard by agreeing with him. "You have every right to be angry with the Coles. They treated you too well. They should have beaten you and kicked you and made you feel bad, because then you wouldn't hate yourself so much."
"What makes you think I hate myself?" he gasped.
"Why else would you use an excuse like this to take me to bed?" she asked. "After all, if you liked yourself, you would have the willpower not to touch me. You hate yourself for not responding with decency to the way your stepfather treated you."
"Well, that's a lie," he insisted. "I never once let him know what I felt about him."
"You let him know," Jo Ann continued, talking quickly, not at all sure of what she was talking about. "You let him know that you liked him, which was why he turned his business over to you. But you hate yourself for liking him, so you claim it's really him you hate. Now here I am, and the fact of the matter is, you don't hate me. You want me. I don't know what all the imagine words are for wanting to do to a woman what you've done to me, but that's what you really want. You only used hating your stepfather as an excuse not to me, but to yourself, sort of making everything seem all right in your own mind."
"Whatever the reason," he snapped, realizing how right she was in her analysis of him, "you're my slave, and you're gonna do anything and everything I want. Got it?"
He was astonished that such a young girl had so much insight. Was it possible she had this insight all the time, or was it only where he was concerned? He had once read some nonsense about there being soul-mates in the world, people able to feel what the other felt, able to know what the other wanted and needed. Was it vaguely possible this snip of a girl, a female not yet considered a ripe woman, knew things? Was she his soul-mate? At the moment he didn't know, nor did he care. What mattered was what was he going to do with her? By rights he ought to fuck her asshole, or something else that would make her cry out in pain, but no, no, somehow he didn't feel the urge to do that, tonight. Tonight he wanted to sip from her vaginal chalice. He wanted to let her know just how nice things might have been had they met under other circumstances and had they done things differently. That, he reasoned, would hurt her more in the long run, when they parted, than anything else. It was an insane rationalization, but he intended carrying it out. Perhaps tomorrow he'd go back to being the domineering lord of the house. But for now, as his slave, she would have to let him suck her cunt.
"Get your ass over here on the bed," he snapped.
"Yes, Andrew," she whispered softly, and by the tone of her voice he knew she was going to let him do anything he wanted with her. Well, she was learning, anyway. As far as he was concerned, she was finally agreeing with her slave status.
He took her in his arms as if she were an adult woman and with his lips parted, he kissed her long and deep. Her mouth tasted fresh and wonderful and minty. He drove his tongue all the way inside, licking at her gums and her teeth in a passionate French kiss. Without once breaking the kiss, he pulled her lithe form up on the bed beside his own until he had her lying comfortably on her back. His heart was pounding insanely as he realized more and more that as a female she meant more to him than all the other women he had ever known. She was something new in his life, a living being with whom he was able to do anything and everything he wanted. God! He ached to kiss every little part of her slender body and taste every last ounce of freshness he imparted. His room was scented with one of those air fresheners that gave off a lilac odor, making the air seem filled with the freshness of tropical flowers. The aroma was a perfumed aphrodisiac which goaded him in addition to the slenderly delightful sight of her naked body.
In the yellow lamplight coming from his nightstand, Andrew was able to make out every last little bit of her delectable girlish figure. Her small breasts, so pert, still growing, yet so wonderful. The erect nipples on their tips were tiny beacons of pleasure beckoning to his mouth, urging him closer, and he came closer, finally clamping his lips over one of them.
He kissed the hard little nipple, then opened his mouth wider and swallowed in the entire breast. His tongue flicked out and flatly whipped the nipple, making her nubile body writhe as Jo Ann moaned with pleasure. He all but chewed on her small breast, then pulled his mouth back and once more rolled the nipple between his lips. At the same time he slowly ran his hand down over the tantalizing flat plane of her smooth belly until his finger touched her naked pelvis. Once more using his middle finger as a guide, he eased it into the slope of her pink pussy, the middle finger pressing into the hairless hot slit until it made contact with the wet, sucking flesh. His fingertip immediately sought out and found her clitoris. It was hard, and when his finger massaged it very lightly, the beautiful blonde lifted her hips to meet it.
"Ummmmm ... yessssssss...." she sighed. "You're a real man, Andrew. You really know what to do to make a girl feel good," she whispered seductively.
"I'm not trying to make you feel good," he insisted. "I just want you to understand our relationship, that's all."
"Yes, yes, of course," she nodded. "You're the boss, the one who is in control. Anything you want ... anything ... tell me to suck your cock ... tell me to let you fuck me ... anything...."
"Now you're getting the picture," he nodded continuing to massage the little clitoral nubbin. "As long as you understand you're my slave, and I can do anything I want with you, everything is gonna be just fine."
"I understand," she gasped, as he rubbed her clitoris again. "And everything is definitely going to be just fine."
She had found the key to controlling him. Make him believe he was in control. Make him think his were the decisions being made, even if she was the one to make the real choices. As long as he believed himself responsible for the two of them, he was going to go on making her feel good. So from now on, all she had to do was cater to his ego while making him believe that her wants and needs were his wants and needs. Yes, Jo Ann finally had the answer to it all.
He had degraded her by making her suck his penis. Now that she thought back on it, she had enjoyed it immensely, but the idea that he had forced her, made her denigrate herself, well, that was something for which she had to exact her own revenge. Tit for tat, or in this case, cunt for cock. She had sucked his cock, now let him suck her cunt. All she had to do was make him think it was his own idea.
Andrew continued filling his mouth with her small breast, his teeth almost biting into her tender nipple. From the comer of his eye he saw the way one of her hands all but hid her cunt from his view even as he ran a finger in and out of it.
"What's the matter with you?" he asked.
"I love the way you fuck me," she told him. "I even liked sucking your cock, and the feel of your finger inside me is nice, but I feel embarrassed to have you look at me down there. I don't have any hair, yet. I'm not a woman."
His hard cock kept twitching against the sheets beneath as he muttered, "I like looking at a nice bare cunt. Maybe even after you've grown hair, I'll make you shave it."
"But we only have two weeks together," she insisted, softly.
"The hell we do," he muttered. "You'll be out of high school one day, and between then and now we're gonna go on seeing each other," he grumbled. "If any cock other than mine plows that little pink furrow of yours, it'll only be because I sanction it. You're mine, Jo Ann. Even after you go back home to your folks, don't you forget for a moment that you're mine. Got me?"
"Yes, Andrew," she muttered in a low voice.
"Good! So take your hand away from your cunt and let me look at it while I keep pushing my finger in and out of it"
"Only if you promise to let me suck your cock, afterward," she softly said. "After all, if you look at me, it's only fair that I look at you."
"Hell!" he laughed. "You want to do more than look. Hmmmm! Maybe I'll do more than look."
His mouth returned to her breast and his finger continued its incessant thrusting in and out of her turmoiled little pussy, causing a wonderfully flickering feeling of sensation to continue mounting in the seething depths of the shuddering young woman-like girl. His thumb continued massaging her clitoris, and this sent blisters of raw flame charging through Jo Ann's body. Things were starting to turn in her favor. She was slowly but surely getting Andrew under her control.
Taking her hand away, she spread her thighs a bit wider, giving her lover better access to her hungry cunt. The cool air in the air conditioned house moved between her soft inner thighs as she moved her slender leg, and she felt the wetness of her lubricating fluids seeping out of her cunt and running down her perineum into her asscrack.
Her cunt was ready for some oral action. She hoped she wouldn't have to throw any further hints at Andrew. A moment later, he lifted his smiling face from her small breasts.
Turning on the bed, the man slowly began licking down the smoothness of her flat belly toward her navel. He lay on his side and pulled her onto her side toward him. She soon had one leg on the bed beneath his head, and the other was resting against the man's rib cage under his right arm, with her knee bent to be comfortable. Now hip face had total access to her love-pink cunt. Resting his cheek on her slender inner thigh, he was able to stare at the female organ in all its naked beauty with no hair to hide its lusciousness, reaching forward, he used thumb and forefinger to spread her cuntlips apart so that the adorable coral blush was even more exposed. This time there was no hymen inside. This time she was ready for anything his heart desired. At the moment, he desired to taste her, and taste her he did, his tongue leaping out and making searing contact with her extended clitoris. "Aaa aahhhh hhuuuu uuunnn ngg! Ohh hhhhhh ... Andrewwwwww...." she gasped. Then, in order to make him think he was definitely responsible for this, she gasped, "Are you sure this is what you ... uhhh ... want to do?"
"Shut up and let me do as I please," he snapped, his words sending a burst of hot air over the clitoris he had just licked.
For any female, the first time a tongue touches her clitoris is definitely an electric moment in her life. She felt stung, yet alive with sensation, and the depth of her carnal desire became more and more powerful, she didn't think anything would ever again feel quite as wonderful as the way he had used his tongue on her. The sensations streaking through her were lewd and obscene, and definitely wonderful. His tongue flicked out again, like a little whip, and it began beating regularly against her clitoris, making her shudder with unutterable delight. The wet softness of it was a lash of heated pleasure, and she was aware of heavy quantities of oil pouring from her internal self that much more quickly.
Pushing his face closer to her soddenly dripping coral slash of flesh, Andrew used his lips to suck her clitoris into his mouth, and then actually nibbled on it lightly with the edges of his teeth. He felt and heard the continued mewling response of the lovely young blonde, and this drove him to do more and more with his tongue. Drawing back just a little, he flattened his tongue out and ran it up and down the entire coral trough of her tantalizing vagina, ignoring for the moment the quivering clitoris. Then he bypassed her vaginal opening and let his tongue leap into her asshole. He had washed her out there himself, when they had been in the shower. Not that it had been necessary. She seemed to know all there was to know about keeping herself inwardly clean.
Icy lightning shot up Jo Ann's spine as his tongue probed all the more deeply into her anus, and just when she thought she wouldn't be able to take it any, longer, he yanked his tongue out and plunged it back into her vaginal sump. The tongue flicked in and out, stopping only on each out-flick to touch her clitoris.
As if she were totally controlled by his tongue, the lovely blonde started unconsciously grinding her tender young loins all the more tightly against his face. As far as he was concerned, he had her where he wanted her. Her pussy was now under the control of his tongue.
Licking lightly at the vaginal opening, he moved one of his hands against her small round buttocks, probing with a forefinger until it rested against the little prune-like pucker he had recently licked. Slowly, carefully, gently, he worked his finger in a circle, pushing it deeper and deeper while his warm, wet tongue seemingly corkscrewed its way into her seething young pussy.
"Aaaahh hhhhhu uuuuuu unnnnn nggghh hhh!" the lovely lissome girl gasped, panting for breath. "Yes, yes, yes, Andrew! Uuuuunnnnngggg!"
By now she was completely absorbed by the tonguing of her vagina, and she was almost totally unaware of the finger prodding her asshole. She felt the finger pressing against the forbidden little entrance to her anus, but at the moment all it did was add to the pleasure she was feeling bursting through her quivering body. His tongue seemed to unroll and plunge itself all the way into her vaginal sheath, causing her to twirl her vagina around and around, and at the same time push her ass lower and lower on the forefinger impaling it. It was a slender snake invading her rectal tunnel, but it felt good.
"Ooo oooooo oonnnn nnnnhh hhhh! God dddduuuhhhhh!" Jo Ann gasped, and she began grinding her lovely hips in maddening circles, pushing her cunt forward to feel more and more of the tongue, then shoving her ass back to continue feeling the finger.
Andrew drove his tongue in and out of her sumptuous slash, drinking all the fluids pouring out of her, but the more he drank, the more she managed to produce. The scent and taste of her vaginal juices made his mind whirl with uncontrolled passion, and he thought again how it had felt so good when her hot little mouth had enclosed his penis between its lips.
Driving his oral organ in and out with greater speed than ever, he decided from the way she was bucking that she was definitely ready. He moved his hips closer and closer to her lovely face. Her lips were slightly parted, as she felt ecstasy permeate every little part of her being. He knew she wouldn't have to be told to take it into her mouth. She had sucked it once before, and considering the example he was setting by probing into her with his tongue, Andrew was certain the lovely blonde would comply.
Before Jo Ann was able to do anything, her orgasm was upon her. Blast after blast of hot oil came from her cunt and splashed in Andrew's face as his tongue worked assiduously at her seething cunt. As before, she climaxed silently, shuddering with delight.
Andrew seemed exhausted from having done all the work, and for a moment he rolled away from her cunt. Jo Ann, not totally satisfied, wanted to leap up and sit on his face and rub her pussy into his mouth. But she knew that would be pressing things a bit too far. No! She had to make Andrew believe he was still in? control.
He lay on his back with his penis standing straight up in the air, the thick slit oozing drops of oil. The thick head glowed a bright lavender in the room's dim light, and the penis looked even longer and thicker than it had appeared earlier. But the difference this time was that Jo Ann wanted it. Still, she had to make the man, think she was doing this because he ordered her.
Andrew's hand reached out and took Jo Ann's. He yanked her toward him, then gripped her nape with one hand and pushed her face toward his cock. As far as he was concerned, this damn bitch owed him a cocksucking, and he wasn't going to stop until he fired every last bit of joy juice down her slenderly lovely gullet.
Satisfied that Andrew believed himself in control of everything, Jo Ann abruptly opened her mouth, once again running her wet tongue over her lips to moisten them. Then she flicked her tongue against the penile head, washing the rich purple of it.
For an instant the whole scene seemed like something insane in the little-girl part of her mind, the part that still remembered cookies and lollipops and candy and ice cream. But the more she licked, the more she understood that this particular lollipop was far superior to anything made in a candy factory.
Andrew's massively swollen rod was growing and swelling even larger under the constant ministrations of her loving tongue. She moved her head so that the penile point was aimed straight in, then she closed her lips tenderly around the head as she moved her mouth forward. She started sucking and licking as if it were an all-day sucker, though she giggled at the thought. In this case it might turn out to be an all-night sucker. One of her hands gripped the lower part of the stanchion and was jerking it up and down in rhythm to the way her mouth was constantly sucking.
Now the time had come to suck in earnest. Each time her head dipped a little lower, she took the littlest bit more cock into her sucking mouth. Down, up, down, up, and each time she went down, more of it went inside. Soon she was engulfing almost all of it, the head poking into her throat an inch, then two inches, then three inches. To Andrew, it looked as if she were intent on taking it into her belly.
Her left hand began massaging the resilient wrinkled sac containing his balls, but massaging gently, tenderly, carefully. The more she did these things, the more she learned all by herself, and the more she wanted to know. Soon she found herself caught up in an intense rhythm that caused her vagina to expand and contract. Oils began to once again seep from her vagina, and she knew she needed more of his tongue, so she moved until her cunt was straddling his face.
Andrew found he didn't have to lift his face even a little, as the lovely slender young blonde girl spread her thighs as wide as possible on either side of his head until his anxious mouth once again pressed against the soft, sumptuous slickness of her velvety interior. Without the least little bit of hesitation his tongue leaped out and whipped into the frothy little pink slash, and the lovely girl's tightly rounded buttocks wriggled sensuously in response to the pleasure she was feeling. He reached around the solidity of her tender thighs with both his arms and began probing with seeking fingers into the narrow crevice of her smooth, rounded buttocks. Digging in, he slowly tugged the soft twin globes gently apart as though to gain better access for his flicking snake-like tongue. Jo Ann felt a chilling shudder charge insanely up her slender spine as the tiny brownie of her anus was exposed to the man's lusting eyes. Andrew stared at the brown pucker, and at the pink flesh beyond the crinkle itself as her sphincter seemingly expanded and contracted with her breathing in the dim light of the room. As he gazed at the tantalizing little pucker, Andrew's tongue continued to automatically lick in and out of the tightly clutching swamp of the beautiful young girl's narrow vagina. He made a loud, wet sluicing sound as his tongue thrust its way all the way into the narrowly palpitating center leading to her womb. The beautiful blonde inwardly groaned, feeling delightful searing sensations, thrilling to the pressures of his lips. Her cousin certainly knew how to use his tongue.
Jo Ann was moaning, the sounds coming from the depths of her throat as her lips remained tightly clamped around the immensely thick and rigid length of flesh and blood protruding from the man's groin. She sucked harder and harder, a passion in her belly mounting and enlarging, feeling equally aroused at sucking as she was because of the pressure of the man's mouth delving into her sodden depths. It was as if the two had become welded together in this soixanteneuf position, and both of them were leaping around as if the mattress was hot metal that burned their flesh. The two insanely bucked their hips back and forth, driving their genitals at the other's mouth, each making loud, obscene sucking sounds.
Jo Ann felt her belly burning as never before. She no longer thought about what was right and what was wrong as her belly burned with continually renewed passion while experiencing thrills she had never known to exist. She had her thighs spread as widely as possible, humping her cunt back and forth against her cousin's mouth, and her small breasts because she was the one on top, dangled down the littlest bit so that r her nipples grazed the man's belly. She quivered when his hands moved from her buttocks and forced their way between the two bodies in order to roll her nipples between his fingers. It was as if he was testing her to see just how totally real her passion was. He was apparently more than satisfied with the way she reacted.
Jo Ann's head began bobbing up and down of its own volition, as if this was the most natural thing in the world to do. Her mouth sucked the huge cock all the way into her throat at the downstroke, and then her lips pulled back to the corona on the upstroke. Her oral grip on the huge cock was like that of a leech, her mouth moving with ever swifter strokes as she continued grinding her tight little asscheeks wildly around in small, anxious circles, thrilling to the wet lashing of the man's constantly probing tongue. He was flicking his lingual length into the narrowly wet culvert of her cunt as if he were a starved tomcat lapping at honeyed milk draining from a magic cornucopia. His fingers continued probing into the tightly puckered ring of flesh around the narrow entrance to her rectal interior. The lovely girl, as if sensing what he wanted, wriggled her rounded asscheeks back against his fingers as if obeying an unspoken request. She was astonished when the man suddenly probed with one finger, sinking it into the narrow depths of her rectum.
Gripping her asscheeks with his both hands, the handsome man tugged her cunt away from his mouth, and said, "I want to fuck this tight little asshole of yours, Jo Ann."
Before she was aware of what he was doing, he had pulled his cock from her mouth with such force, her scraping teeth had almost taken off an outer layer of skin. But she let him arrange her body, keeping her face-down, with her buttocks lifted high in the air. His finger once again delved into her rectal opening, and she shivered, knowing how much thicker his cock was. He added a second finger after moistening it with the juices from her seething pussy. Little by little her tight anus opened wider and wider. For such a tiny girl she was just about five feet tall and considering she had such a taut pussy, it was amazing how elastic her rectum appeared. The tiny hole was stretched as his fingers probed deeper and deeper, and, at Andrew's instructions, Jo Ann reached behind her and pulled on her buttocks, forcing the cheeks wide, offering him easy access to her rectal innards.
She ought to have been terrified, horrified, but for some reason, Jo Ann no longer felt afraid. No matter what he did to her, it didn't seem to matter, because each time, he brought her a certain amount of rapturous pleasure. His tongue in her vagina and anus had sent vibrant chills charging through her shuddering form. His cock, even though stretching her vaginal walls tremendously and tearing out her hymen, had brought her to a fabulous conclusion. She was certain that even if he carried out his threat to fit that monstrous cock of his into the narrow pucker of her asshole, she would feel something good even if it meant feeling more initial pain.
When he pulled his two fingers from her rectum, Andrew leaned forward and once more stabbed his tongue inside, filling it with his saliva in order to lubricate the way. Jo Ann, suddenly impatient, wanting to find out more and more about sex, aching to learn all there was to know, becoming a sexual glutton, gasped, "Don't waste time! Do it! Do it!"
Andrew should have been smiling and happy. He had conquered her, made her his thrall, his slave, and yet, for some reason her attitude seemed to take all the pleasure of revenge away. More powerful than revenge at this moment was his desire to penetrate that asshole of hers. He had never fucked the asshole of such a young female, and he assumed she had to be tighter than any other asshole he had fucked.
Carefully placing the blood-filled tip of his prick against the narrow little aperture, he allowed it to rest there for a moment, letting her realize how much larger the bloated head felt against the so-much-narrower hole of her ass. The head of his cock was a richer, deeper purple than it had ever been, pulsating eagerly between the shining white cheeks of her lovely ass. He was panting heavily, his entire body twisting with lusting passion, but he held back a moment longer, possibly to try tormenting Jo Ann a little more, or to merely savor the thrill of her heated inner flesh expanding against the blunted end of his penile tip.
"Come one, shove your cock into me, Andrew," she insisted. "I can take it! I know I can! If you're doing this to me, then you've done it to others. That being the case, if they were able to handle it, I'm better than they are. You know you want to do it, Andrew. What's more, I want you to do it!" Her voice was flooded with passionate pleading.
Jo Ann was squirming in her bent-over position, desperately doing her best to actually press the opening of her ass against the thick head of his monstrous cock. Andrew was gripping her tightly by her hips, and without realizing it, he found himself responding to her request suddenly and violently. She would have been forced to fall face-down on the mattress had he not been tightly gripping her lovely, girlish hips. He thrust as hard as he was able, once again certain the best way to do this was to fill her rectal tunnel with all his hard cock and then let it expand. He ground into her with terrifying force, and Jo Ann felt her back channel widen as never before, causing unexpected momentary pain.
"Aaaaaaiiilyyyyyeeeeaaaaggghhhh!" she shrieked, her scream drowning out the man's gasp of pleasure as the long penis probed its way ever deeper into the narrowly tight, resisting clutch of her rectum.
Pain filled her so totally, her head swam and her mind almost blacked out. How she managed to retain her consciousness was something Jo Ann would never know. Her mouth was mumbling all kinds of obscenities, spiting out words she wouldn't have even thought of two days earlier.
He waited, letting her ass-channel become accustomed to his thickness, and as he had expected, her rectal tube slowly began to adjust to his breadth. She panted, noting her body was covered with a cold sweat, and then little by little the agony subsided into mere discomfort, which, in turn gave way to pleasure, because his cock was so thick, it was touching nerve-endings in her rear that had never been stimulated before.
"Now!" she gasped. "Do it!"
He began rapidly plunging his long, tan cock in and out of her squeezing rectal tunnel at terrifying speed. Each time he drove forward, Jo Ann felt her rectum and the lower part of her colon take the full length of the massive penis. She knew he was all the way in when his hairy groin pressed against her rounded, smooth asscheeks, flattening them. His balls swung forward with such force, they slapped against her vagina, hitting her clitoris and stimulating it, as well.
Jo Ann was at a loss to explain just why she was enjoying all this, but she did know, the faster he pumped, the more intensely she felt the thrills invading her. They were near the peak of frenzy now, he, shuttling in and out like a madman, like a savage beast gone insane with lust, while Jo Ann's head whipped right and left, her expression one of pure lusting ecstasy.
"Harrrrder! Fasssster! Morrre! Deeeeper! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" Jo Ann gasped, and she realized that the more she did these things, the more she wanted to continue doing these things. She was lost in a daze of passion that totally overpowered her. Added to everything else was the pressure of his fingers, reaching around and massaging her clitoris as his balls kept swinging back and forth against her soft cuntal lips. God! It was incredible! Unbelievable!
She was completely absorbed in what was happening to her, and realized her cousin was giving her an education superior to anything she might have received from some groping boys her own age who would be taking her out in the near future. In fact, her cousin was such an expert at all this, she was certain he surpassed her own father, so that by now, Jo Ann had a idea that young and inexperienced as she was, she still knew more about sex than her own mother.
Tight walls in her cunt clamped against each other, empty for the moment and crying to be filled as his cock ravaged her asshole. Erotic stimulation had reached its peak, and every muscle in her shuddering body was seized by a tautness as she hung for a moment in time on the knifeedge of ultimate release. Then her body was seized by an overpowering, rippling spasm.
"AAAAAIIIIIIA AAAAAG GGGGGH HHHAAA AANNNG GGGGGH HHHAAA IIIIII YYYYYY AAAAAG GGGGGH HHHHHH UUUUUG GGGHHH HHAAAA GGGGGH HHH!" she screamed, and her cunt contracted again and again, spitting out heavy spurts of lubrication onto the mattress while the thrills went rampaging through her rectum.
Then, as if to enhance what she was feeling, she became aware of Andrew's hot seed spurting into her anal depths, flooding her, touching off something else inside her as he bellowed out a loud, "GGGGGG GHH HHH HHHWWW WWW AAA AARRRR GGGGGH HHHHHG HHHAAA AAAGGG GGHHHH AAA AAG GGHHHA HHHAAA WWWWWW WWA-AAA GGGHHH HUUUUUN NNNGGG GGHHHH AAAAAG GGGHHH HHH!"
Shot after shot flooded her rectum, splashing into her colon, and he stayed inside her a long, long time. Only after his penis had totally deflated was he able to pull out of her. Then he fell onto the bed beside her, and he was asleep in an instant.
Jo Ann smiled, knowing she was no longer his prisoner. He was hers.
CHAPTER SIX
Her body still tingled with the pleasure she had enjoyed those two weeks with Andrew. Pleasure hadn't been limited to simple sexual encounters between the two of them. Pleasure had consisted of consolidating her hold on Andrew, exercising her power slowly, meticulously. All the while she had him thinking he was the one in control. Young as she was, her mind was quick, and she realized the odds were greatly against finding another man she would be able to control as much as she did Andrew. Perhaps what had made it all so intriguing was his hidden desire to be controlled by her. His mother had always had a tight rein on him, and even his stepfather had been strong with him when he had been younger. Andrew had been permitted to make his own decisions only after his stepfather had died. He always made wrong decisions. He'd had no one to guide him and straighten him out, and as a result, he had often been forced to live with those wrong decisions. Perhaps the first right decision in his personal life had been to attempt his domination of Jo Ann. Now she had slowly turned the tables, and in the end had completely controlled him. He would be just right for her for the rest of her life, and what was more, she knew he accepted her as being the perfect mate for him. But they had to wait until she finished high school and was old enough to marry.
A week had gone by. Andrew had fucked her every day and every night, sometimes in her cunt, sometimes in her ass, and occasionally in her mouth. She had let him initiate all the action between them in order to make him think he was calling all the shots. But though sex was a lot of fun, it wasn't something two people did on a full-time basis every hour of every day of their lives. It had its place, but when sex became a little tiring, Jo Ann felt she wanted to go out. More, she wanted to go to the big city and see all the imagine plays she had heard her parents often discuss. Once, for her birthday, they had taken her to the city to see a popular musical, and she had loved it. But it had been oriented toward children. Though she was still a little way away from being totally grown up, she felt she wanted to see an adult play.
Early Monday morning, Jo Ann took a long shower, making sure she smelled nice all over. For once, sex play between herself and Andrew would not be initiated by him, though he would think so.
She found him in his bedroom, half asleep. He had fucked her three times the night before, and so had fallen into a stupor the rest of the time. The fact that he was half-awake now, and sporting the beginning of an erection, told Jo Ann that the more he had of her, the more he wanted her.
Sliding into bed beside him, she cupped his face in her hands and lightly kissed his mouth.
"Andrew," she meekly murmured. "Do you think you might consider taking me out today?"
"No chance," he smirked. "I take you out, and the first opportunity you get, you'll run off and leave me."
"Think about it," she murmured, kissing him softly again, rubbing her slenderly sinuous body against his hard, masculine form. "Where would I go? I don't know how to get back to where I live with my parents. They brought me here by car. I don't have money for a train. All I want is for you to take me out so we can enjoy everything together. I mean, I know I'm your slave here in the house. But wouldn't it be even nicer to have me as your slave for the whole world to see?"
"You'd have me thrown into prison wouldn't you?" he snarled.
"Gee, who'd believe me?" she asked. "I mean, you already told me you have friends who would swear I did things with them, as well. All I'd be doing is calling attention to myself as some kind of tramp. My parents would be horrified."
Her mouth lowered itself to his again, and she automatically accepted his sinuously probing tongue into a mouth she had sweetened with mouthwash, while at the same time she spread her slender young thighs and then clamped them tightly together as she captured his upstanding jack staff in the soft, fleshy snare formed by her cunt and her legs. The penis's length lay solidly against the naked pink flesh of her already wet and oily vagina.
"Please?" she mumbled into his mouth as he flexed his hips the littlest bit, rubbing the thick base of his . pulsating penis against the throbbing, vibrant pellet of her already extended clitoris.
Jo Ann submerged herself into what she was doing, feeling the hardness of his chest against the sensitive buds of her erect little nipples, nipples attached to breasts that seemed to have grown just a little, either because they were intended to continue growing, or because of the continual manual and oral stimulation 'which might have caused them to enlarge a little ahead of time. In any case, she rotated her chest around and around in tiny little circles, at the same time rubbing her fulcrum back and forth against the underside of his pulsating cock, enjoying the sensations he automatically induced in her. He was exceedingly tantalizing. The more she was with him, the more her breasts felt sensitivity.
The man's oversized hands roamed carelessly up and down her slender back, always taking the time to stop when they touched the rounded protuberant globes of her asscheeks as he cupped them, pinched them, and smoothly massaged them, making ridges of her silky feminine flesh ooze like white cream through his strong fingers.
A few more moments passed and he felt her ripely naked loins undulating against his penis, countering his own movements as she began sliding her wetly hot pussy up and down the rock-hard solidity of his throbbing shaft. God! Her cunt felt good! So did her ass, and so did her mouth. He always loved to have her suck him a little before fucking her.
Breaking the strong kiss, he mumbled to her in a voice filled with passion, "Go down on me, you beautiful girl, you. I love to see that girlish face of yours stuffed with my cock."
It sounded like a command, yet the tone in his voice told Jo Ann it was a request. It was by granting his requests that she had him more and more certainly under her command.
She slithered nakedly against his strong body, kissing her way down, raining her lips on his throat, then kissing his small brown masculine nipples, tonguing them the same way he had always mouthed hers. From the way he squirmed, it was obvious Andrew enjoyed her oral attentions, even enjoying the way the tip of her nose rubbed against his skin as she licked him. It was a small-enough favor for the total satisfaction he gave her each time he fucked her. No matter where he fucked her, she always came, usually twice to one of his. From some magazines she had found in her aunt's room, she had discovered that many women never had even one orgasm, and the great majority only had occasional climaxes. It never occurred to her that her ability to attain orgasm had to do with her own inner workings. She was certain Andrew and his meticulous way of tonguing and fucking her was the reason for it.
Andrew moaned his satisfaction with her as she kneeled subserviently so that her small breasts dangled down like fruit ripening on the vine, not quit ready to be picked, but succulent enough to be taste while still growing. She was between his widespread legs. Her hand reached out and gripped the lust-thickened shaft of his pulsing cock, and her other hand automatically pushed itself under his testicles, caressing them, knowing how ultra-sensitive he was down there.
In spite of the erotic sensations invading her body, her mind was on other things, already planning where they would go when he finally took her out. She would make him buy her things, like nice dresses and not those school girlish outfits her parents always made her wear. Instead of shortie pajamas, she wanted a shortie nightgown with lace panties in order to tantalize him even more.
Her mouth worked automatically, her lips sucking on one of his egg-sized testicles, pulling it into the soft warmth of her tantalizing mouth as she gently washed his scrotum with her tongue again and again. She did these added little things instinctively, without having to be told. Her continual expansion of sexual performance without his instructing her constantly amazed Andrew.
His hand drifted down to her honey blonde hair to smooth and caress it. In the next few minutes she had sucked on his other sperm-swollen testicle. The pressure of her hot little mouth working on his balls made him gasp with uncontrolled ecstasy. Jesus! She was good! Too good to lose. Somehow, when the summer as over, he had to find a way to keep on seeing her. Then she was licking his perineum, her tongue a pink little probe that flicked back along the ultra-sensitive flesh behind his wrinkled scrotum sac until he was wetly nudging her tongue-tip into the sensitively puckered ring of his anus. Like herself, he was meticulous in the way her kept himself clean. He moaned and writhed under the charge of electricity that went shooting through him. His cock began throbbing and lurching involuntarily, and he knew if she kept it up, he would shoot a load into mid-air.
"That's enough, Jo Ann," he gasped.
His hands on her lovely blonde head pulled her wetly probing oral organ away from him down there as he guided her puckered lips to the top of his staff, noting how the purple head pulsated maddeningly as its unseeing eye "stared" at her oncoming lips. Before she slipped the head into her mouth, she gasped. "Like?
"You damn well know I did, you witch!" he muttered. "You have a mouth on you that's better than any ten other female mouths I've ever known. What you did really made my cock come to attention."
"Ummmmmm ... hmmmmmmm!" she mumble! unintelligibly as her tantalizingly sensuous lips ovaled and slowly slid down over the heatedly pulsing head of his throbbing penis. Her wet little tongue began to automatically swirl around and around the smooth, satiny flesh. One hand tightly gripped the length of his thick shaft while her other hand lightly caressed his balls, grazing them ever so gently with her fingernails. Every now and again her middle finger reached back and pressed itself against the pucker of his asshole, probing inside, letting him know what it was like to some extent to have his asshole penetrated. She had learned her lessons well from her cousin, and now, with flourishes of her own, she was deftly paying him back "in his own coin."
Now, as he signaled with his hands on her head rocking it up and down, she began bobbing, and little by little she found herself absorbing more and more of the immense tower, sucking in more of its enormous breadth, tugging it not only into her sucking mouth, but into a gullet that had widened with practice so that she was able to take all of it without the least bit of strangulation.
Andrew watched her cheeks hollow and bloat with the exertion of her sucking pressure, enjoying the delightfully lurid sight of her wetly ovaled girlish lips slurping so lasciviously up and down the thick trunk of his phallus. He was constantly amazed that such a tiny mouth was capable of engulfing all of him.
Tiny pink glistening flanges of the tender inner flesh of her tantalizing lips pulled out on the upstroke of her constantly bobbing young head, then folded right back in on themselves as her mouth came down in a cock-absorbing deep suck. He watched her, knowing he was responsible for having initiated her into this, teaching her his way, and as a result, attuning her to himself better than any other woman he had ever known. God! He needed her! He wondered how he would be able to give her up when she went back to her parents in the fall. Not that she lived that far away. But would her parents countenance her going out with him? He knew they had always liked him, in spite of his previous inner feeling of hate for the Coles and anyone related to them even by marriage. But did they like him enough to trust him to date their laughter. The idea of her doing something like this with some pimple-faced boy in school made him shudder with anger. No, damn it! Her mouth, her cunt, and her asshole all belonged to him. Somehow, in some way, he would find a way to keep on seeing her, even if it was without her parents knowing about it. Still uncertain about the way she felt about him, still thinking he might be afraid of him, only doing this to keep him from hurting her, he would threaten her with exposure if she didn't go on seeing him. Yes, that was it.
Involuntarily his hips were working up and down as he smiled at the idea that he would soon have her totally conquered. His asscheeks flexed in time to the movement of his thighs, countering her voraciously sucking lips, and he knew he had damn well better stop here and now, or he would pop his load down her throat. At the moment, all he had was one load. She had so drained him the previous night, once he shot this one off, he would be limp until the evening. What little sperm he did have to offer, he wanted to shoot into her cunt.
With rough hands he tangled his fingers in the long straight blondeness of her lovely hair and yanked her beautiful face up and off, seeing her wetly puckered lips still sensuously coated with his seminal oils. God! She looked so stunningly beautiful!
"Come up here," he growled at her. "It's time you did a little fucking for a change. You do the riding."
Jo Ann smiled at him, her radiant eyes shining with the salaciousness that burned deep inside her. She loved it when she was the one on top controlling the action. It made her feel as if the cock was part of her and she was using it on him. She crawled sinuously up on him until she was straddling him. Andrew gripped her lovely hips and said, "No, not this way. I want you to face the other way so I can look at your ass while fucking your cunt."
It didn't matter that much to Jo Ann. No matter which way she faced, she was still the woman on top and she liked that position because it also made it easier for her to control just how deep she would let his cock sink into her. Shrugging, she swiveled around pressing her buttocks into his belly for a moment. Then she leaned forward against his nakedly drawn-up knees, sliding her buttocks closer to his groin before putting weight on her own knees. Reaching behind her, she gripped the massive lighthouse-shaped pillar and guided the massively swollen head to the tantalizing lips of her vagina. Gently, carefully, she rocked back slowly on his salaciously stiffened shaft, permitting its hotly pulsing thickness to slide into the clinginess of her vaginal sheath with slow deliberation.
"Ahhhhh ... hhh hhuuuu uuhhhh hhhnnn hhh!" she sighed, a sight of total contentment as her narrowness, a narrowness that would never really change, expanded itself just enough to comfortably ingest the phallic plunderer. Every last little bit of the organ slid into her. "There we are," she sighed. She leaned forward so that her petite young arms encircled his upstanding knees, giving her something against which to lean. She pressed her breasts into his lower thighs as she hugged his knees. Meanwhile, Andrew's hands roamed over her back.
His searching fingers wandered all over her smooth, silken flesh, feeling how tantalizingly unblemished she was, even now, as a teenager, when most kids her age suffered with some form of acne. His hands slid down her back and filled themselves with her buttocks, holding her from underneath and lifting her a little. As he relaxed, allowing her to sink back down on his wetly glistening shaft, he flexed his hips upward at the same time to drive his now-demanding cock even deeper into her eagerly throbbing vagina.
Jesus Christ! It was absolutely wonderful! As far as Jo Ann was concerned, she loved to feel the length and hardness of him filling her each time. She loved every throbbing lurch of it, every last centimeter of it as it filled and re-filled her time and time again.
Like almost all people, she was curious now how another sexual encounter would feel one with someone else. He had threatened her with his friends, but so far had made no move to invite any of them over. She had to feel the other Denises, to compare, to make certain what she felt for her cousin wasn't purely sexual. After all, if she liked any of the other men better, why should she restrict her cunt to Andrew? Then she'd go on a fucking spree, especially when she got back home and went back to school. There were probably a whole bunch of seniors with big cocks who would be more than willing to fuck her. No! No, that was out. She remembered how those boys loved to talk, and soon her name would be spread around school. No! No boys! Just men! But first she had to find out if she was in love with sex, or in love with her cousin.
Taking her cue from the way he was moving, she began rocking back and forth, back and forth, sliding her wildly responding hot cunt on his rock-hard pole of male flesh as if she were riding a fireman's pole. She had started out slowly, then began picking up speed, moving faster and faster, becoming more and more wildly wanton, aching to once again scale the heights of ecstatic satisfaction as rapturous thrills charge uncontrollably through her quivering body. She found herself posting on the cock, as skilled a horsewoman as any female in the world would ride a galloping horse, slamming her nakedly rounded buttocks solidly against the man's abdomen in order to absorb the entire length of his thickly expanded phallus. Each time she rode up, she rode to the crest of his cock, feeling the flange of his corona scrape against all her tightly closing walls. Once up there, she would stay poised for a second, letting him see his cock locked between her love-lips before once again slamming solidly down on him.
Behind and beneath her, the handsome, dark-haired Andrew gripped and tweaked the cheeks of her lovely buttocks, his hands working like a cruel goad, while at the same time he slammed his own hips into the mattress in order to give him the drive he needed to slam upward to meet her downward stroke. Each upward drive made him feel his cock was being enveloped in the heated pocket of her seething pussy with more and more demanding urgency.
Faster and faster, the beautiful young blonde girl continued riding her cousin's cock while clinging to his knees as if for salvation, thinking of herself as riding one of those mechanical Brahma bulls. Her breathing was uncontrolled, and she gasped and panted, her head rolling around and around, swishing her lovely blonde hair this way and that, letting it flair across her lovely white shoulders. She wanted to go on riding into the sunset, hoping this would never end. But even as she wanted this, her body sensed the explosive orgasm building too rapidly to be denied. He knew how to make her come more quickly each time, and as usual, the oncoming climax felt far more powerful than any of the previous ones she had enjoyed.
With a final squatting thrust, she convulsed spasmodically and clasped her arms all the more tightly around the man's up-thrust knees as her wildly delirious climax rampaged uncontrolled through her shuddering body.
Andrew, beneath her, was very close to his own release. But as her orgasm overwhelmed Jo Ann, she stopped moving for a moment, and as a result stopped her cuntal massage of his hard cock. He had to do something in a hurry or feel a certain suffering.
He quickly straightened out his legs, and the lovely blonde found herself falling forward. He pushed her off him for a moment and brought her up on her knees as he had done when he had fucked her lovely ass. But this time when his strong hands gripped her hips, he sank his cock right back into the sticky wetness of her sucking cunt. He was desperate in his need for a climax. Though he had fired uncounted spurts into her cunt with previous orgasms, there was something so special about this womanly girl that Andrew felt he had to have more. By now, he knew she was the one female in the whole world of whom he would never get too tired.
He slammed his cock achingly into the wet pink slit of her teeming pussy, rocking it back and forth, in and out, paying no attention to her muffled moans, not realizing she was gasping with delight for he was building her to yet another orgasm with the intensity of his hard strokes. He was like some insane wild bull fucking madly into her, intent on coming.
"Jo Ann, Jo Ann, Jo Ann!" he gasped, calling out her name repeatedly, in love with it as much as he was in love with her. "Your hot cunt is like steaming velvet and I love it!"
Overpoweringly, drivingly, he continued goring her with his flesh-horn, his cock fucking into her tightly squeezing cunt with an insane determination, his powerful thrusts jarring her kneeling young body with flesh-slapping, bone-crushing cruelty. After several continuous moments of this, he felt his orgasm welling up inside him, searing his urethra like acid as it traveled madly through the twitching phallus. The organ was so swollen with blood, it felt ready to crack in a dozen places. Hot sperm raced the full length of his cock and then spewed from the tip of his jerking rod, spouting into her narrow container, a container with walls that reacted like an automatic milking machine, pulling, tugging, and sucking.
"HHHHHA AAAAUUU UUUAAA AAAAGGG GGHHHH UUUUUN NNNNNG GGGHHH AAA-GGG AAARRR GGG GGH HHUUUU NNNGGG GGG HHHWWW AAAGGG GGHHHH!" he bellowed as he came, wildly pumping his phallic length into her tight little pussy again and again.
He kept it in there until it wilted, and only then did her pull it out. Much to his surprise, she turned around and began licking him clean. Jo Ann did it because she had cultivated a taste for sperm in the last week, but Andrew thought she was doing it out of subservience to him, and his ego inflated all the more.
When she was finished, he said, "Well, maybe you're right. Maybe it might be a good idea for us to go into the city. But the shows don't start until the evening."
"Well," she whispered coquettishly, "we might go shopping and find some nice little things for me to wear around the house to make me look even better for you."
"We might," he agreed.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Not that everything had gone smoothly those two weeks for Jo Ann once she had convinced her cousin to take her out. The course of true love never runs smooth, and she was quick to discover it was even more true in her own case. After all, Jo Ann was just a teenager, not quite in her middle teens in fact. Considering her age, she had done an exceptional job of gaining a certain amount of control over a man nearly ten years older than herself.
Andrew, she had recalled, was extremely jealous of her, but had tried to make her understand than whereas her cunt belonged solely to him, either to use or give away as he wished, his cock was still his to use any way he so desired. But, as usual, it wasn't totally Andrew's fault. After all, Andrew was so easily controlled.
No, the fault lay with a black-haired girl named Liz. Liz was a mulatto, and she had been trying to climb "higher" on the racial ladder by convincing a white man to marry her. Her methods of convincing were quite good, and at one point she and Andrew had been an item.
Jo Ann had grown up in an upper-class neighborhood that had been racially integrated as long as she had been able to remember. She had played with the kids on the block, never once thinking in terms of white being better than black or mulatto being better or worse than either black or white. If there was any kind of segregation at all in Jo Ann's neighborhood it was financial segregation. The black people were as wealthy as the white, which meant they were wealthier than the majority of other people in the surrounding area, black or white.
Had Jo Ann been a clever woman, there was every possibility her cleverness might have lost her Andrew. The one thing that had finally convinced him that she was more sensuous and arousing than Liz had nothing to do with intelligence, wiliness, cleverness, or sexual radiance. It was her pure innocence. It was this innocence that had kept Jo Ann from practicing any kind of female trickery on Andrew. Her straightforward honesty was the one thing he had needed most, because Andrew, though outwardly trying to appear strong, would always need someone on whom to lean. For all her youth, he had discovered that leaning on Jo Ann was far easier than trying to do so with any other female. He had always had to keep his guard up with other women, Liz included. Only with Jo Ann was he totally himself, and then not all the time. He had revealed himself slowly to her, by degrees, not intending to do so, yet discovering how easy it had been to depend on her rather than anyone else in spite of the cruel ways he had initially treated her.
It was Wednesday, and Jo Ann and Andrew were out walking near the little park not far from the house. Andrew was still unsure of Jo Ann, and he stayed by her at all times when they were outside. He was unaware that he was all but a total victim of hers. In fact, Jo Ann, being somewhat naive, knew she had some control over Andrew, but still wasn't certain to what extent.
He had bought her an entire new wardrobe. At the moment she had on a white sleeveless summer dress with red flower prints all over it, and he was wearing a simple white, short-sleeved shirt, and blue slacks. They had gone to the city on Monday, where he had made all the purchases, and they had eaten in a restaurant and had gone to see what Jo Ann had referred to as a grown-up show.
That night, when they had come back, Jo Ann had been more fantastic in bed than ever, and Andrew had assumed she was showing her gratitude for his having taken her out. Tuesday, he had taken her on a picnic, and because the picnic grounds had so few people around, they had found a spot that was isolated, and he had screwed her in the ass again over there, enjoying it all the more because of the recklessness of it, totally unaware how powerful were her orgasms.
Now it was Wednesday, and the park they were in overlooked a bay, and the two of them were silent, content to be with one another, enjoying the mere fact of a bright summer day and the fact that people walked by them and looked at them, thinking they were either father and daughter or brother and sister. Jo Ann had wanted to put on makeup to look older, but Andrew claimed it would look like she was some kind of tramp out looking to find a man willing to pay for what she was giving to him.
"Well, well, well," a female voice said, making them turn away from the rail overlooking the bay.
The woman was at least six or seven years older than Jo Ann, and from the look of her, she knew her way around men. She had black, wavy hair, a golden tan skin with deep hazel eyes. Her eyebrows had been plucked and then penciled in, and she had a nose that was slightly broad. Her lips were not quite as full as a full-blooded black woman, but neither were they as thin as those of a Caucasian. She was wearing a simple red dress that came down to her knees. It clung tightly to her figure, accenting the fact that she had full-grown, swollen breasts, a very narrow waist, and broad hips with a rear-end that stuck out just a little too far.
"Liz," Andrew said, not smiling.
"Is that all you have to say to a woman to whom you were once almost engaged?" Liz asked. "Why not introduce me. Who's the little girl?"
"Liz Simmons, this is my cousin, Jo Ann Warner. Jo Ann is staying at our home for the summer while her parents are in Europe," Andrew said.
"Thank heavens," Liz smiled. "For a minute I thought you might be some pervert who's robbing the cradle."
Andrew instantly blushed, and Jo Ann should have reddened, but there was something about the golden-skinned woman that she didn't like. She soon learned what it was, when Liz proceeded to tell Andrew and herself all about the different men she had been "dating" since she and Andrew had broken up. Though Jo Ann was still fairly naive, she understood that "dating" meant fucking. But what disturbed her the most was Liz's constant use of the word honkies when referring to Andrew as well as her dates.
"But none of them compare to you, Andrew," Liz finished. "I still can't figure out why you and I broke up."
"You didn't like the idea of being used as a sex object," he reminded her. "I seemed to want too much from you."
"For one man, you surely did," Liz nodded. "But since then, I've known men who just can't hold the proverbial candle to you Andrew, and I was hoping we might get back together again."
"Sorry," Andrew shrugged. "I have me another girl."
"She can't be better'n I was in bed," Liz insisted.
"She's not as practiced," Andrew admitted, "but she's better."
"Someday I'll have to meet her," Liz laughed. "But you know, we shouldn't be talking about such things in front of a young girl like your cousin."
"I'm more grown-up than you think," Jo Ann insisted.
"Sure honey, sure," Liz snorted. "Next you'll be tellin' us about all the fun you had in the back seat of some car, right?"
"Knock it off," Andrew insisted, knowing if this went much further, Jo Ann would reveal the truth.
"Hey, now sugar," Liz smiled, "I'd sure like to come visit you, say tonight, and show you just how much better I am than any li'l ol' gal you're going with right now."
"Out of the question," Andrew insisted. "After all, Jo Ann is staying in the house."
"Heck, she'll get an education," Liz laughed.
"I'll bet there isn't a damn thing you could teach me," Jo Ann snapped angrily.
"Well, well, well, the little gal is getting all her up," Liz laughed. "Come on, Andrew, let's see if there isn't something I can't teach your cousin."
"No!" Andrew insisted, but Jo Ann got the funny feeling that he was all set to propose that he and Liz might meet somewhere else, leaving her alone in the house. Well that idea stank.
Aloud, she said, "Gee, Cousin Andrew, I'll stay in my room if you want. I think it might be a good idea if you did bring Liz home tonight."
In her own girlish way she figured that if some woman was going to take Andrew away from her, it wouldn't be without her witnessing why. She smiled so innocently, not even Andrew suspected that she wanted him to do something with Liz if only to make comparisons. After all, if Liz interested him sexually more than she did, it was better to find out about it now.
"Well, all right," Andrew finally nodded.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Thinking back, Jo Ann remembered that night with a lot of trepidation. It had turned out to be a real ordeal by fire, and in more ways than one. She had wanted her cousin to have one solid climax with Liz to discover if he still wanted her. If he was certain, afterward, Jo Ann would have accepted his decision without a whimper. If, on the other hand, after being with Liz, he still preferred to be with Jo Ann, well then, she knew she would never have anything to worry about in the future. But things didn't quite work out the way she had planned, and without consciously wanting to, she had made herself become involved.
Jo Ann had supposedly gone to her room, but she had sneaked out again, and she was sitting on the darkened steps leading down to the living room. Unless either Liz or Andrew came up the stairs, neither would be able to see her. The first thing she saw was that the sofa opened up into a double king-sized bed, and Liz had taken the time to open it when Andrew had gone into the kitchen to get them some drinks. She had also wasted no time in stripping off every stitch of clothing, revealing a golden body with full breasts that had dark-chocolate nipples and aerolae. Her hips were curvy, and, as Jo Ann had noticed earlier, her ass was really fleshy. Hell! She must have had a lot of bounce to the ounce.
Jo Ann was wearing her shortie pajamas, her arms wrapped around her legs as she watched the tableau unfolding, below. She felt interested, but she knew she was more than an observer. Her entire future with Andrew depended on the outcome with Liz.
Liz smiled coyly and did a little pirouette in the center of the room before walking to the bed and lying down, her arms and legs wide apart. Liz grinned lazily, but confidently up at Andrew without saying a thing, merely allowing her seductive smile to play across her lips. Andrew stood there, sucking in his breath, taking in the glorious gold of her body, from her slender throat to her up-thrust, chocolate-brown breast tips, right down to the thick bush of hair covering her mons veneris. The pinkness of her pussy lips was almost totally hidden.
From the way Andrew looked at Liz, Jo Ann was wondering just how truthful he had been when he had told her he preferred hairless pussies. After all, the woman spread-eagled on the sofa-bed below had more hair between her thighs than any other two women around, or so Jo Ann supposed. From Andrew's stilted movements it was obvious he was still enchanted with Liz. What her young girl's mind was not yet capable of fathoming was that it was possible for a man to be fascinated by a woman's body without actually being in love with her. So for the moment, she thought Liz had already drawn Andrew back under her spell.
Damn! Andrew thought. Liz was unquestionably a special woman. She still had that power to command him with her body, even though he was aware that she was basically a tramp who would fuck for any man she liked. He had known that before he had gone to bed with her, yet he had been unable to keep himself form falling for her. Once she'd had him in bed, she had used every trick she had known on him, and for a while it looked as if he might actually become engaged to her. But his demand that she stay faithful to him had been to much for her, and when he had caught her with some of his so-called friends, he had stopped seeing her.
Liz, for her part, had mentally kicked herself because she had known if she had waited until after she had married him before fooling around with other men, she not only would have taken that step she had always wanted marrying into a white family, but he, dealing in diamonds, would have given her anything she would have wanted. Then, even if he had caught her fooling around, divorce would have been too costly.
Now she was determined to try and win him back. She had no idea just who it was he was presently sleeping with, and had she known, she would have been amazed. What she also didn't know was that before this evening ended, she would find out, but even then, the knowledge wouldn't do her much good, how would it look if she went around telling everyone a man preferred a teenage kid in bed to someone like herself?
At the moment, Andrew's eyes continued roaming over Liz's naked contours, stretched out as they were on the bed before him. They stopped for a moment on the firm mounds of her breasts. The mammaries weren't overly large, but they were hard, firm, and upstanding even as she lay there. They were set closely together, with only the narrowest of valleys running between them. He had never failed to marvel at the fact that a woman who didn't have immense breasts was able to make them stand up when she lay down What was more, because they weren't overly large, when she was on her back they maintained their shape.
Just seeing Liz made him almost sorry he had broken off with her. Sometimes a man had to sacrifice a few of his principles in order to enjoy that which he wanted most. There had been a time when he had wanted Liz more than all the other women in the world put together. Now he wasn't quite as certain, though thoughts of Jo Ann were very intermittent at best at a moment such as this. Liz had been enough for him before, though prior to knowing her, and after he had dropped her, he had gone on fucking sprees, going after many women at once. In fact, she was not only enough for any one man, but too much.
His eyes flicked lower to the enticingly rounded, golden tan hips that led inward to her firm thighs.
Between her widely spread loins was clearly visible the abundance of black curling hairs-hairs that almost totally covered her pussy lips, making them look like a glaze peeping through a ringleted curtain of darkness.
"Well, handsome," Liz snapped. "Are you going to stand there all evening and just look? Hand me the drink you made for me, and then take off those clothes and come on down here beside me."
She was taunting him, as if challenging him to resist her. She was fully aware by now of the effect her body was having on him. To accentuate her ripeness, she squirmed her buttocks more firmly into the mattress, enjoying the fact that he was unable to tear his eyes from her delightful body. Liz loved exhibiting her body, watching with a certain secret satisfaction the changing expressions flickering across his lips.
"Still a cock-teaser, eh, Liz," he smirked. "Just because I'm screwing someone else steadily doesn't mean I don't have enough left over for you. As I recall, I used to be the one man capable of really making you feel content. So believe me, I still have enough stamina for at least one or two good solid fucks."
"We'll see," she nodded as he handed her a drink, setting his own on the coffee table which he had pulled to the side when he had opened the sofa-bed.
He quickly undressed, then stood for a moment at the edge of the bed, looking down at her lovely naked form, still spread wide and waiting on the mattress. His long, thick cock stood rigidly out in front of him. Liz had risen to one elbow to take a long sip from the glass he had handed her. She was staring directly at his stiffness.
"Ummmmmmm!" she whispered, pursing her lips for maximum effect. She brought the glass down from her mouth, saying "It certainly didn't take long for you to get hard."
"It surely didn't," he agreed. "The old cock is as ripe and as ready as always. Open wide, honey, and spread those lovely long legs of yours, because Andrew's about to come charging in." So saying, he took her glass from her and set it beside his own.
"Whoa! Just a darn minute!". Liz insisted, teasing him in a mocking tone as she rolled to the side when he tried leaping on top of her. He landed beside her. "You are going to tell me about your latest bedmate, and how she's such hot stuff. Suppose you tell me some of the things you do with her, you know, to sort of turn me on."
"Hey, come on now," Andrew snapped. "I never ask you what you do with all those other guys. Why should you care what I do with my woman, huh?"
"Woman, huh? Not women, but woman, only one. She sounds like someone really special," Liz snorted.
"She is," Andrew nodded.
"She better'n me?" Liz asked.
"Different," he shrugged. "But come on, let's get to it."
"Nope!" she taunted. "No story, no pussy," she insisted, and wriggled seductively out of reach across the wide bed.
"All right, all right, I'll tell you a little something if that's what you want," he insisted. "Just remember, you asked to hear this. I think you must be a masochist to want to hear what I do with a woman I not only love, but really have learned to respect."
Jo Ann's heart thumped at those words. Was he saying this just to affect Liz, or did her really mean it? Did he love her? Was it possible in this short space of time that such a mature man was capable of falling in love with a teenage girl like herself?
"You know, if she's so hot," Liz was saying, "I'm wondering that you don't put the two of us together and see which one of us really does turn you on the most."
"Some day I might just do that," he nodded, though he had no intention of doing so at the time. "She's the kind of female who has so much stamina, and is capable of draining so much out of a person, she'd outlast you, especially after I get through with you."
"Is that a fact," Liz taunted. "Well, you can bring her on tonight, right after I've gotten through with you, and we'll see which one of us can outlast the other."
Jo Ann wasn't able to follow the conversation in its entirety. Was Liz offering to challenge her to a fucking contest with the both of them using Andrew? It was Andrew who would wear out first. Certainly the golden-skinned girl wasn't suggesting that she and Jo Ann do something sexual together. Why that would be awful! Silently, she continued watching and listening from her vantage point at the top of the darkened stairs. What helped even more was the fact that the lights in the living room originated along the outside banister of the stairs, shining straight down, so that anyone looking in her direction would only see lights. If they were capable of seeing beyond, all they'd see was darkness.
"You talk too much," Andrew insisted, grinning at her, gripping her wrist and making her wrap her fingers around his long, thick cock.
Liz began to automatically stroke and caress his throbbing penis, her hand jerking up and down in the ordinary way, making Jo Ann wonder what was so special about her. When she, Jo Ann had touched her cousin's cock, she did it without any kind of casualness. She had always treated it like something special. Even Liz's cradling of his balls in her other hand was nothing better than that which Jo Ann had already done. She supposed it all boiled down to what her cousin actually felt.
"Come on man, start telling me," Liz insisted, jerking his cock a little harder, squeezing it, as well, making a droplet of clear oil appear at its tip.
As far as Jo Ann was concerned, this woman who seemingly was so good at things like this wasn't able to hold a candle to herself. Each time she fondled her cousin's cock, Jo Ann saw lots of oil seeping out. In her young mind she was already certain of how much better she was than Liz.
"I raped her the first time," Andrew admitted, as Liz continued jerking on his cock. "She was a virgin, but let me tell you, she caught onto sex faster than any female I've ever know, yourself included. Though it started out as a rape, by the time I was finished with her, she loved every little thing I did to her, including stuffing my thick cock down her throat."
"You mean she took this whole thing into her mouth?" Liz snorted.
"Every last little inch," he said with a look of smugness.
"Hmmmmm! She sounds good, really good. I'd really like to meet her," Liz nodded. "Heck! I'll bet she's taller than I am, with a much longer neck. I was never able to get that last little bit into my mouth."
"I know," Andre snorted derisively.
"Don't get bitchy," Liz taunted. 'That's something reserved only for us women," she insisted, bringing her mouth down on his chest, then letting her tongue trail across the flat hardness of his stomach. All the while her fingernails lightly grazed themselves against the tip of his throbbing cock, making it stand up all the more solidly and reach for the ceiling. Now she was hovering on all fours with her lovely face posed directly over his penis as if preparing to show him that if another woman was capable of swallowing all of it, then she certainly wasn't any less capable. Her lips blew hot air against the throbbing point.
"Go on with the story," Liz insisted, her voice cooing seductively. "What else did you do with her?"
"Everythiiiiiiiiiingggg!" he gasped, swallowing as the lovely mulatto woman, hunched on all fours over his heavy loins, stroked his stiffness first with one hand and then the other, and then both of them at the same time. "She blows like a hurricane, let's me ass-fuck her regularly, and loves the way I eat her pussy. We sixty-nine as if the two of us were made for each other ... hhhhhaaaaannnnnhhhh...."
He gasped involuntarily and slammed his loins upward and forward as the warm and wonderful wetness of Liz's parted lips suddenly tightly clamped themselves over the throbbingly pulsating head of his shuddering cock. Her tongue swished around and around.
"You're ... hhhhuuuunnnhhhhh ... damned good...." he gasped, "but she ... aaaannnhhhh ... can suck rings around you...." he insisted, moaning again, reaching down and tangling his fingers in her dark curly hair in order to make her head rhythmically bob up and down.
He lifted his head in order to look at Liz's face, noting the immediate contrast between Jo Ann and this woman. When Jo Ann sucked, she looked like an innocent little angel, and the more cock she crammed into her mouth, the more angelic she looked. But Liz looked like a female devil, especially with all the contortions crossing her face. It was as if she did this to please men, but she, herself, had never really gotten that much of a kick out of it. Jo Ann was able to come when the tip of his cock reached into her throat. Liz had never let the tip of his cock into her gullet, and as a result had never had an oral orgasm. Still, devilishly evil-looking or not, she did have a quality about her when his cock was in her mouth, and it made him thrust the penis into her all the more quickly.
"Ummmmmm ... waaaaa ... aaaa ... ggggglllllrrrrgggghhh...."Liz urged, as if letting him know she wanted to hear more, mumbling around his upward-stabbing cock, struggling to get some coherent sounds out of her mouth while at the same time increasing the twirling pressure of her licking tongue around the wet stickiness of the pungently inflated penile crown.
"Fuck it!" Andrew gasped. "I'll finish the gaddamn story some other time," as she began sucking harder, sending more and more vibrant thrills shooting up and down his spine. "You keep on using that mouth of yours like you used to, and make me feel good."
The living room mirror was on the wall across from the sofa-bed, and he had a good view of Liz's profile as she continued slurping the stiffened shaft between her lips, nodding her head up and down, letting the penis move in and out, in and out. It was obvious that what he had told her about Jo Ann had affected her, because this was the first time she didn't wrap her hand around the base of his cock as she continued sucking. Her mouth kept moving lower and lower, and he felt the tip of his penis probing into her gullet for the first time. She choked and coughed, but continued bobbing her head rhythmically, moving up and down, concentrating all the more certainly on what she was doing. Her lovely swollen breasts wobbled from side to side with her movement, dancing below her pumping torso, adding to the lasciviously arousing picture he stared at in the mirror.
Jo Ann watched from above, still certain her own technique was better. She felt jealousy. It didn't occur to her at the time, but she was angry that another woman was doing things with the man she had come to regard as her own. True, he had agreed to it, and he was just as much to blame as Liz. But still, it was Liz's just being there in the park that afternoon that had triggered everything. Jo Ann wished the dark-haired woman would go away. Gee! If this is the way Andrew wanted things, well, she'd make sure that he saw her with some other man or men before her aunt returned home. In fact, she was going to find a way to taunt him into bringing his friends around. Then she would know for sure how he felt, watching her get gang-fucked by a whole bunch of other guys.
"Suck it, baby, suck it!" Andrew hissed through tightly clamped-together teeth, letting his head fall back on the pillow.
Shutting his eyes, he pretended it was Jo Ann's mouth around his cock, and suddenly he felt hotter than ever. Goddamn! There was no doubt about it! Liz was great, but Jo Ann still put her to shame. He'd give anything to be able to ram his cock down Jo Ann's throat with Liz watching just to show this bitch how much better the young blonde was. By God! Jo Ann would have no problem taking every last inch of penis into her clamping gullet, and when he shot his hot sperm into Jo Ann's mouth, she would swallow instantly, making him feel as if she were sucking his cock into her belly. Not like Liz who swallowed what she had to, then waited until he pulled his cock from her mouth before either drinking down the rest of it or spitting it out. No doubt about it now! Jo Ann was a cocksucker par excellence.
"Come on, baby, come on," the man grunted as the black-haired woman's mouth slaved on his cock, her body already starting to glisten because of the tiny droplets of perspiration beginning to form all over her flesh.
The pressure was starting to grow in his balls, and as long as his mind fixed itself on a picture of Jo Ann doing the sucking, the feeling was enhanced that much more. Christ! His cock felt filled with molten lead, ready to explode like a big sausage-shaped balloon. He wondered, if the woman took her mouth off his cock now, would the air come whooshing out of it, sending him flying hither and thither for miles in all directions? He slammed his loins solidly against Liz's face, hearing her protesting mumble each time the tip of his penis dug a little deeper into her gullet. Hell! He was too close to stop now. Torture burned through his balls, building, building, building until all at once he sensed the white-hot stream start in the depths of his shuddering balls and race steam-like through the length of his urethra. He gasped, his lips pulled back over his teeth as if the sperm coming from him was being burned out of him.
"EEEEE EYYYYYY AAAAAG GGGHHH HHH-UUU UUNNNN AAAAAG GGGHHH HHHAAA AAANNN NNHHHH GGGGGGIIIIIIIIIGGG GGA-AAA GGGHHH!" he bellowed, his cock starting a maddening staccato jerk that flooded Liz's sucking mouth, filling it with hot jism. Because his cock was jammed so far down her throat, she was forced to swallow more of the gunk than she normally did. But after awhile she got herself under control, and as a result, her cheeks began bloating as her mouth filled with the white fluid. Occasionally she had to swallow some of it to keep from strangling.
"Don't stop, honey, don't stop," he gasped out loud. "Keep sucking, keep sucking, keep sucking!" he pleaded, gasping as his hands tangled all the more tightly in her hair while he convulsively tried ramming his cock all the further down her lovely throat. She went on sucking against her will, knowing deep down this would be her one last opportunity to try and win this man back. As a result, she found herself swallowing more and more of his sperm.
With a last, lingering moan, the man emptied the last of his semen into Liz's mouth, but even then she went on nibbling gently for some time, wanting to make certain none of the seminal fluid was lost.
The sated penis began deflating now, and Andrew simply lay there, unable to move for the moment.
"Well," Liz asked, lifting her mouth from his cock, "when do I get to meet this other woman? Or don't you think she can compare to me, now?"
As far as Jo Ann was concerned, that did it. She knew she was better than Liz, any day. Standing, she walked down the steps in her shortie pajamas, and she snapped, 'Turn around, lady. Take a good look at the one person who can suck and fuck you under the table."
Liz turned, her mouth gaping wide. She wasn't able to believe it. A kid! A mere kid! Andrew was screwing a kid! Worst of all, this kid thought herself better than Liz. Well, she'd show them both!
CHAPTER NINE
Thinking back, Jo Ann wondered how she had simply stood up, walked down those stairs, and had let Liz know she was her cousin's lover. She certainly wouldn't have the gumption to make such an admission to an outsider, today. But Andrew had been her first love, was still her love, and if her luck would hold, would be her only love. Not that it had deterred her from sleeping with the friends he had invited over, afterward, but now she was getting ahead of herself. First, there had been Liz with whom she'd had to deal.
Andrew had been more stunned than Liz. He had been trying to keep her secret safe, not only because he didn't want it know that he was a pedophile, but there was also Jo Ann's reputation. It was the first time in his life he was actually worried about a female's name.
"So this is your love partner, eh, Andrew?" Liz taunted.
"And ten times better than you," Jo Ann snapped.
"You'll have to prove it to me, honey," Liz insisted.
"As soon as Andrew's recovers his strength...."
"That's what I thought," Liz laughed. "A real straight arrow, huh? You don't know how to make it with anyone else. Andrew was first, and Andrew is the only one, right?"
"Call up another man, any man," Jo Ann challenged.
"A man? Ho-o-ney! You haven't lived until you've swung both ways," Liz insisted.
"What??? "
"Or is little Miss Innocent too lady-like to find out what it's like to make love to another lady?" Liz taunted.
Now it was Andrew's turn to spring to Jo Ann's defense, and he said, "Whether with a man or a woman, Jo Ann can outperform you, Liz. She's never done anything with another woman, but I'll tell you right now, with a total lack of experience she has an initiative and a innate sense of knowing what to do that'll put you to shame."
"Andrew," Jo Ann gasped, suddenly afraid. "I'm not sure I can handle something like this...."
"Hey, Andrew-man," Liz taunted, "If this little baby is so hot then why is it she's so scared?"
Andrew looked a little annoyed. He would have to assert his authority over Jo Ann and remind her he was still boss. He snapped at Liz, "Don't worry! She'll do whatever I want her to do. Go on! Make your move! She'll automatically respond the right way."
Liz wore a big smile as she stared at the tiny, petite blonde, who looked back at her with big, uncomprehending eyes that admitted they knew nothing about making love to a woman. How in heaven's name was she expected to behave? Did Andrew expect her to do things to Liz that he had done to her? Women who fooled around with other women were called dykes in high school. She didn't want to be know as one.
"Andrew," she said. "You know I've never done anything like that in my life. I'll do anything you want with you, but with her...."
Andrew smiled as he got to his feet, reached out, and pulled her to the bed, making her sit on the edge of it. It was time to let Liz know what kind of control he exercised over this blonde, and it was also time to remind Jo Ann that she was his slave.
"You'll do exactly what I tell you to do," he said commandingly, and hearing the tone of his voice, Jo Ann knew if she refused, she stood a good chance of losing him. In her own girlish way she had fallen very much in love with him. That was why she had suddenly come down the stairs in the first place. But to prove it this way....
"No one's going to do anything to hurt you," Andrew snapped. "I guarantee this time there'll be no pain at all. There can't be any, because neither of you is capable of penetrating the other. But both of you are sensuous females, and I'm out to prove to Liz that you're even more sensuous than she. Now you wouldn't want to disappoint me and make me a liar, would you?"
"Well, no, I guess not...." she shrugged.
"Good!" he nodded, and bending down, he pushed her flat on her back on the mattress. Too astonished to do anything else, Jo Ann lay where he had placed her.
Andrew straightened, turned around, walked over to the armchair across the way, and folded his naked frame into it. He would have a good viewing position here, seeing both, the real thing and what was reflected in the mirror off to the side.
"Y'know," Liz said, walking over to her, "You're kinda scrawny. Maybe some day you'll have a nice set of tits and some nice hair on your pussy, but right now there ain't that much to you."
"It isn't the packaging that counts," Andrew said aloud. "To me, that little girl is the sexiest thing around, unless you can prove differently. Go on, Liz."
"I'm gonna do just that," Liz nodded.
"Andrew!" the frightened blonde gasped.
This was so totally new, so totally different, she began to think Andrew was as depraved as Liz, and what was more, he obviously wanted her to share in his depravity. Heck! This wasn't for her! If the man really loved her, he wouldn't be putting her through this kind of ordeal. It just wasn't right. The coffee table was near the bed, and she saw the remains of the two drinks sitting on the table. Reaching out, she grabbed one and drank it down, heedless of its alcoholic content. She coughed, choked and sputtered afterward, sitting up. Then she prepared to stand and get away from all this. She had been a fool to come down those steps in the first place.
Two hands gripping her shoulders sent her flying on her back on the mattress as the mulatto girl laughed at her. Andrew was up on his feet, pouring Jo Ann another drink in order to calm her nerves. He handed her the glass as the young blonde sat up, and she bolted it down as quickly as she had the first one, hoping the alcohol would numb her. But Andrew had put much less alcohol in this one, and as a result, her senses were temporarily sharpened rather than dulled.
There was no way out of this. She was in no position to escape. After all, Andrew still automatically locked all the doors and windows when they came in, even after Liz had come in.
"Why are you making me do this, Andrew?" she asked.
"You're mine, to do with as I please remember?" he told her. "Right now this pleases me, so do it!"
"Man, what is this?" Liz asked. "You trying to tell me you own this poor chick?"
"We have an agreement," Andrew smiled. "Isn't that right, Jo Ann?"
This would have been Jo Ann's opportunity to escape from here, if she had wanted. But by now she knew that she was staying here not because she was a prisoner, but because she wanted to stay here. Every now and again Andrew flexed a little muscle in order to prove to himself that he was still boss, and she knew that in order to better control him in the long run, she would have to go along with his fantasies. It wasn't as if he was asking her to play in the mud or touch anything filthy. He was asking her to make love to another person and to allow that other person to make love to her. Yes, asking, in spite of his commanding tone. Inwardly he was begging her to do as he ordered. All his life he had been controlled, either by his mother or his stepfather. Only when he was at work did he assume responsibility, proving he was capable of such responsibility. For Jo Ann to deny him now would be to tell him she didn't think him man enough for her. It would tear the entire fabric of their relationship. That was something she was unable to do, because in the short time she had come to know Andrew, perhaps because she was so young, she understood him better than anyone else. He needed constant love. When he received love, he gave twice as much. By doing as he asked, she would be proving her love for him.
"Yes," Jo Ann nodded, holding her head up. "Andrew and I have an agreement. He tells me what to do, and I do it."
He handed Jo Ann yet another drink, but she smiled and put it down. She no longer needed any Dutch courage. She lay there as he undressed her before Liz's eyes, revealing that she wasn't quite the Twiggy Liz had thought her to be.
Not knowing whether or not she would enjoy this, but certain it would further strengthen her relationship with Andrew in the long run, Jo Ann lay there with her eyes closed, waiting for Liz to start the action. She sensed a strength starting to emanate from Andrew that he'd never had before. It was an inner strength, a feeling of self-reliance and self-confidence, and she knew this would bolster that feeling. Let Liz do whatever was necessary. She would comply.
She gasped when she felt the other woman's hands suddenly course over the smooth flesh of her young body, the fingers running down to her nakedly quivering young loins, touching them in a slow, sensuous way only a woman would know about. The dark-haired woman's fingers lingered over the tingling insides of her parted thighs, moving down to the insides of her knees, and then straight up, like an arrow to where her hands were cupped protectively over her pussy. If Liz had been astonished at the fact that Andrew was playing around with such a young girl, it certainly didn't deter her from doing the same thing.
"Covering your lovely cunt isn't going to stop me from enjoying myself with you," Liz was saying to her. "Remember, I'm a lady too, and I know what it is that turns a female on. If it affects me, then honey, you can bet it affects you."
Gently she tried prying Jo Ann's fingers loose, and this made Jo Ann push her hands against her tiny pussy all the more firmly, her own fingers digging into the wet, pinkness between the slavering inner lips, pushing so deeply, the labia were forced apart.
Jo Ann's entire physical being leaped off the mattress for an instant as she felt Liz's expert tongue licking softly at the trembling insides of her young thighs. All this did was make her tighten her hands against the cup of her vagina as she moaned suddenly, helplessly, realizing that in spite of herself she was becoming excited. It came to her that the woman was obviously experienced in just about every way there was to make love, and without meaning to, was teaching Jo Ann something new, something she might, or might not use in later life. She knew lesbians liked to lick one another between their thighs. The girls in the high school locker room loved kidding each other about it, making accusations. But it never occurred to her that a woman who liked sucking a man's cock would also like licking a woman's cunt. She was learning more and more every day.
The highly aroused young teenage blonde was aware of her exposed clitoris swelling and enlarging, pressing against her own palm, feeling like some kind of extended nubbin of fire even though she, herself, had done nothing to encourage it.
"Unnnnnnnhhhh! Godddd!" she gasped.
Liz's hungrily lapping tongue continued working away at the sensitive flesh of her writhing body. The tongue was now moving higher between her thighs, licking at the hands she had covering her cunt, trying to probe between her fingers. Shudders of pure licentious delight madly coursed up and down the helpless girl's spine as she realized that even though she didn't want to be thought of as lesbian, she was being turned on by all this. The lascivious and salacious behavior of the dark-haired, golden-skinned woman as she orally probed at her straining thighs caused sensual shocks of wonder like tiny blasts of static electricity to crackle through her entire willfully responding young torso.
Her eyes opened and she looked at Andrew, seeing his eyes riveted on the two of them. His penis was already starting to stiffen, letting her know he was becoming more and more aroused by this. He wasn't thinking about the lesbianism so much as he was enjoying the sights of two naked female bodies, and from the way he stared, though his glance occasionally flicked to Liz's cunt, he was obviously a lot more interested in Jo Ann's body. This served to heighten her own lust, and she began responding a bit more to Liz's oral ministrations.
Jo Ann felt as if the lovely golden-skinned woman, sucking at her fingers, was using her eyes to bore through her hands and stare into the pinkly glistening slot of her steaming vagina. The lips were already erotically peeping through her fingers. Then she felt Liz's hot cheek resting on the tenderly sensitive flesh of her inner right thigh, close enough for the older woman's nose and lips to almost touch the outer labia of her pussy as it pressed out from her fingers.
The more the older woman's tongue probed, the more Jo Ann seemed determined to protect her vagina, but she realized, the harder she resisted, the more her digging fingers were exciting herself. Liz's tongue was darting this way and that, seeking an opening, a weakness in the young blonde's digital defenses. Jo Ann, in order to prevent her tongue from coming into direct contact with her cuntlips, kept moving her fingers around, unwillingly caressing her own vaginal mound and enhancing the sensations within her quivering body. The more desperate she became, the more intense her wanton arousal, and she realized she wouldn't be able to continue struggling this way much longer.
Her vagina was becoming wetter and her moans intensified. Without realizing it, she was spreading her fingers a little, making herself more vulnerable. Liz's burrowing tongue finally found one unprotected comer of her tantalizing pussy, slowly forcing Jo Ann's fingers a fraction of an inch to the side. Now the skillful older woman began lapping in earnest, her tongue working all the more furiously while Jo Ann gasped and fought one more time not to allow herself to enjoy what another woman was doing to her. She was letting this happen because she wanted to please Andrew, but that didn't mean she had to allow herself to enjoy such perversion.
Utterly delightful sensations were rippling through her, moving beyond her control, sensations she had felt when Andrew had lapped her cunt, and yet different sensations, because this woman knew how to do things without heavy pressure. When Andrew lapped, he pressed the flat of his tongue solidly against her labia and clitoris and rubbed it up and down. This woman was using only the tip of her tongue, titillating her in a way she would never have believed. As a result, a raging need began building in the seething depths of her shuddering cunt. It was a need that required satisfying. Even if it took another woman to do it, Jo Ann knew she needed to reach completion. Her moans began increasing and her heart was fluttering. The arousal in her was as strong as anything she had ever felt when Andrew had been with her.
"Hhhhhaaauuunnnnnghhhh!" she gasped, the groan an involuntary one, bursting from her lungs.
"Stop fighting me," Liz told her. "I can see why Andrew is hot for you, girlie. You do have a certain sensuousness about you. Now you just lie back and relax, and let me show you how to enjoy this."
In a totally unexpected move, Liz jammed her hands under Jo Ann's narrow asscrack. Jo Ann gasped and jerked wildly while Liz's hands clung tightly to the tiny moons of her small, white buttocks, holding her in place. The golden-skinned, energetic mulatto tilted her buttocks a little higher, and the lovely young blonde shivered as she felt the probe of Liz's tongue flick heatedly over the sensitive hole that was her anus.
"Unnnngh!" she gasped. It was so good, so good!
Dumbstruck with shame for having enjoyed such a feeling, Jo Ann moved her hands down to cover her asshole, intent on blocking the burnette from doing anything more. This was what Liz had waited for, and her mouth suddenly slurped upward and plunged into the hot pink crevice between the blonde's bare, leaking pussy lips. Jo Ann wriggled and squirmed helplessly, thrusting her hands against Liz's perspiration covered forehead in an attempt to shove her away, certain this was all wrong. But the movement which started as one of protest soon changed, easing into revolving undulations designed to pull that squirming, writhing oral digit in Liz's mouth even deeper into her seething vaginal sump. She tightened and squeezed her buttocks, bouncing them up and down on the mattress, virtually helpless because of the way the tongue was probing into her. It seemed to thrust ever deeper-with each hungry lick, moving into her tantalizingly narrow little feminine bog. The feeling was too good, and Jo Ann lost all power to resist. She had to come!
Her mind was fogged as she looked at Andrew, noting his erection was at full mast, looking like a spar on the prow of a ship. He was sitting forward in the chair, drooling at the sight of all this, looking as if he wanted to sink his own tongue into her cunt and let it lick there along with Liz's.
He loved her! That was more important than anything else! Even now, with a woman he had previously adored, totally naked in the room, a woman who had expertly sucked his cock he still loved Jo Ann. His arousal was at the combined sight of both bodies, but it was love for her that he felt. She sensed it, certain that his desire for her was stronger than ever, and it made her even hotter.
The impassioned young blonde lifted her lovely head in order to watch what the brunette was doing to her. She found her eyes filled with the intoxicatingly wanton spectacle of Liz's jet-black hair fluffily flailing this way and that, too short to cover what Liz was doing as her own passionately heaving hips and thighs reached up to the pink tongue probing into her steaming trough. Magic puffs of hot air streamed from Liz's nostrils and wafted over Jo Ann's cuntlips, merging with the tingling wet caresses of the woman's tongue furrowing into the depth of her glistening grotto. The tongue licked up and down her entire vaginal slash, from the little hole at the bottom of her pink clam-like opening right up to the upstanding clitoris. Each swipe against the little man-in-the-boat made it quake and quiver a little more.
Now the aroused brunette was withdrawing her beautiful face from between Jo Ann's tantalizingly slender thighs. There was a demented look of lust on her own face, and it occurred to Jo Ann that though the other woman had brought Andrew to his satisfaction, she, herself had yet to attain any kind of orgasm. She must be on fire.
Liz literally leaped on top of Jo Ann, grinding her own throbbing cunt against the soft, wet opening between Jo Ann's thighs. Her curly pubic hair rubbed almost like steel wool against the bare pubis of the young blonde, exciting the teenage girl even more.
"Spread those luscious legs of yours nice and wide," Liz told her, "and you and I will go for the ride of the century."
Not knowing what to do, the lovely Jo Ann looked to Andrew for guidance. He smiled at her and nodded. He had been so intent on proving how superior Jo Ann was to Liz, he hadn't realized how much all this would arouse and excite him. His cock pounded like a lead pipe, now.
"Go on, honey," Andrew said to the lovely little blonde. "Let Liz clit-fuck you, and you'll have an experience very few women have enjoyed, and the kind of experience no man will ever be able to enjoy. Spread those lovely legs of yours so she can rub her clitoris against your own, and it'll be like both of you were touched with hot wires."
The obscenely pinioned beautiful young blonde girl felt the rounded contours of Liz's supple-fleshed torso bending over her own. She was aware of the woman's breasts firmly swaying from side to side, the nipples grazing her own distended nipples, tautly pressing her swollen mammaries. Was it her imagination or had her breasts enlarged a bit more in the past few days? Though she was lying down, her breasts swelled upward the littlest bit now, and as a result, her nipples seemed to stand a little higher.
Then the beautiful black-haired woman's mouth lowered itself to the bullets of her pink nipples, and Jo Ann watched and felt one thrill after another as the woman began wildly sucking on it. It was a tender wildness, the kind no man would have been able to impart to her, and as a result, she felt the thrills all the more savagely. One maddening thrill after another charged uncontrollably through her entire naked form. Lord! She felt as if something inside her was starting to inflate, right in the pit of her belly as if the woman sucking on her nipple was actually blowing helium into her, and if she didn't stop shortly, her belly would burst. It was a new, different kind of arousing excitement, filling her with thrills the like of which she had never previously known, because no man was capable of imparting such feelings to her.
"Do as Andrew says," Liz insisted, her voice taking on a hypnotic intonation. "Open those lovely legs of yours nice and wide."
Liz's mouth released the beautiful blonde's nipple, and she lifted herself on outstretched arms above the lovely younger girl, waiting. Her body was visibly trembling, letting Jo Ann know that even though she was trying to prove a point, Liz was just as thrilled by all this as Jo Ann, if not more thrilled since she knew what to feel.
Liz lowered her vagina against the hairless pout between Jo Ann's thighs, and she began a circular motion, rubbing her own hairy pelvis against the rich pink lips, moving as if she were on ball bearings. As the older woman and the young teenage girl rubbed their vaginas one against the other, the younger girl stared at her lover, seeing the man becoming more and more inflamed as he stared at them. He finally leaped to his feet and walked over the side of the bed, his thickly rigid, swollen phallus standing way out in front of him, an unbending, obscene serpentine part of him.
Andrew, his body filled with excitement, his mind reeling with delight, fell on the bed beside the two lovely females, enjoying the sight of them humping insanely against each other. He crawled up on the mattress until his hips were on a level with their heads, their faces now staring directly at one another, each trying to fathom precisely what the other woman was feeling. He gripped his achingly distended phallic lance and began jerking it back and forth in his hand, massaging it again and again.
"Let me do that," Liz breathed, looking at the pulsing wand so near her face, and reaching out with her left hand, she yanked his fist from around the swollen cock and gripped it with her hand.
What she did next astonished both Andrew and Jo Ann. Liz used her other hand to turn Jo Ann's face to the side, toward the tip of the hotly pulsing cock. But Jo Ann didn't need any urging at all. Her lips opened wide automatically, then closed tightly over the burning rigidity of her cousin's throbbing cock, her lips sucking strongly, pulling so that the throbbing phallus was tugged all the way in, even with her in this odd position.
Liz stared in amazement at the way the young blonde was sucking. She was incredible, as if trying to pull marrow from a bone, but not merely from the tip. She sucked as if she expected the bone to split down the middle and she'd be able to suck all the marrow out.
Jo Ann savored the large cock, thrilling to the taste of it as never before. The wonderful mushroom-shaped head seemed to blossom and thicken even more in her throat, wonderfully resilient as opposed to the unyielding rigidity of the shank. She slavered over it, sucking, pulling with her lips, nibbling with her teeth, chewing without cutting, imparting a sense of thrilling wantonness in the cock the man had never been able to feel when Liz had sucked.
Liz stared, resolving to learn, but knowing she would never really be able to compete with this young blonde when it came to fellatio. If her cunt was as good as her mouth, Liz knew hers was a lost cause.
Jo Ann felt a sense of marvelous delight the like of which she had never known before. With Andrew's cock plugging the depth of her throat, touching the series of nerve endings within, and the clitoris of the dark-haired woman massaging her own, moving continually in circles, enhancing everything for her, there was a sense of barbaric licentiousness she had never felt before. God! Everything felt so good!
The young blonde worked her cheeks automatically, hollowing them on the in-thrust, letting them bloat on the out-thrust, working to continually fit more and more of her male lover's cock into her gullet. At the same time, she felt the golden-skinned woman on top of her slowly slipping down, letting her head come level with her cunt, and once again Jo Ann felt Liz lapping away powerfully at her pussy. Jo Ann sucked all the harder on the hard cock buried in her esophagus, impatiently clinging to the base on the in-thrust with her lips while her hand gripped his balls to make sure he didn't pull the cock too far back on the out-stroke. At the same time she opened her knees as far apart as possible. The soft tremors of seething passion were now almost to the boiling point, and she felt her orgasm coming on as certainly and as vividly as she had ever felt anything in her life.
"Ummmmmmmm!" she groaned aloud as her lips continued to pull and suck and nibble on the erect stiffness that was Andrew's cock.
But just as she was about to reach for the top of the rainbow and have an altogether unbelievable orgasm, Liz, sensing what was happening to Jo Ann's body, stopped lapping her cunt.
"Hey, it's my turn to start sucking all over again on his cock," Liz insisted, and she slowly crawled up over the slender form of the delightful young blonde until her pursed lips were on a level with those of Jo Ann. That was when Jo Ann felt the wonderfully obscene hardness slip from between her lips with a loud "plop" and aim itself for Liz's lips.
"Ummmm! This is so good, so good!" Jo Ann gasped, as she watched Liz's mouth, only a few inches away from her own, form a circle in order to engulf the thickness of Andrew's swollen cock. The older woman ran her lips lovingly over the lust bloated head, then parted her mouth all the more, and this time in a direct imitation of what Jo Ann had done, took in the entire pulsing length, gurgling and sucking, choking as it pushed into her gullet, but determined this time to have every last little bit of it.
Her cousin's balls were dangling over her face, so Jo Ann lifted her head and engulfed the sac, sucking on one testicle, then the other, her tongue bathing the scrotum continually, keeping it filled with a sensation of steaming delight. Each time Liz's mouth pulled back to the head of Andrew's cock, her own lips were at the stem, nibbling at it as if it were an ear of corn. All the while she lay beneath the brunette who was still automatically rotating her own vaginal mound against that of the beautiful blonde's as both of them continued sucking at Andrew's genitals.
Jo Ann began to wonder if this, which she was feeling, and which her parents and minister would have called corruption, was really the evil thing everyone made it out to be. How was it possible for this to be corrupt when she was having so much fun and no one was being hurt by it? She loved the lush nakedness of the older woman pressing against her own body, making her quiver with desire as the impassioned cunts pressed, squeezed, and wriggled against one another, each straining for the feel of a penis between them a penis that didn't exist.
Andrew went out of his mind with lust as he stared at the two females. God! They were both so aroused and arousing. He had no doubts as to which of the two he preferred. His only moment of doubt had been when he had first seen Liz. But the moment he had gotten into bed with her, he had felt the difference compared to being with Jo Ann. Now he began to understand what it was that Jo Ann offered that no other woman had ever offered him. The security of loving him to the point where she would willingly do anything he wanted without question. When she gave herself to him, she offered only the best of herself.
Andrew slipped his lust-inflated cock out of the tight mouth of the sucking Liz and pushed it right back into Jo Ann's hungry oral opening. She sucked strongly, and then he took it out of her mouth and gave it back to Liz, letting the two of them alternate on his cock. Back and forth he went, his hips alternating between Liz and Jo Ann, allowing his women to rigidly suck on the thickly swollen staff alternately, moving it from mouth to mouth and back again.
The two females were becoming more and more passionately aroused by all that was happening, and Jo Ann didn't feel the least little bit surprised when Liz kissed her full on the mouth like a lover. When Liz pulled her lips away from Jo Ann's, the blonde teenage gripped Andrew's throbbing cock in her hand and held it for Liz to suck.
"Come on, Liz, come on, you can do it," Jo Ann urged. "You can suck Andrew's cock every bit as well as I did," she moaned.
With a guttural gasp, the panting Andrew managed to break free of the grip of the two female sex-fiends. He crawled around behind them and looked at them from that angle. Then he slowly lowered himself on top of Liz. The extra weight was almost too much for Jo Ann, who already had Liz lying on her. They formed an obscene kind of sandwich with the brunette in the middle.
It took Jo Ann only a moment to figure out what Andrew as doing. The man had solidly shoved the full length of his throbbing cock into the narrow tightness of Liz's cunt from behind, and the brunette was moaning insanely as she pressed her mouth solidly against Jo Ann's. The young blonde was barely able to see the bliss in the eyes of the brunette, her face was so close. Liz was moaning into her mouth, and then suddenly lifted her lips to shout at Andrew, "Yessssss! Fuck meeee! Fuck meee! Fuck meee!"
Jo Ann felt her cousin driving the full length of his thick rod into the steaming pussy of Liz from above, and was aware of the weight of his hairy testicles slapping against her own vaginal flesh each time he drove all the way into Liz. With every thrust rammed into the sexy golden-skinned brunette, Andrew drove in so solidly, he made the entire bed rock. Liz's cunt milked violently on his length, sucking and pulling on a cock she hadn't had for the longest time. She had to admit, she had missed that cock. Keeping time with the way the cock stabbed into her cunt, Liz rammed her tongue into Jo Ann's mouth.
Then Andrew shifted his weight as he withdrew the full length of his hard cock from the steamy depths of the slickly lubricated cunt of the tantalizing brunette. Before Jo Ann was aware of it, the hard penis was slipping into her vagina, stroking strongly, deeply, parting her narrow walls, walls that always offered just the right amount of resistance no matter how much moisture there was in her cunt. Andrew was in a position to change from one heatedly hungering pussy to the other at will, and now he screwed into the beautiful young blonde's with a seething vengeance.
The sexy brunette on top of her continued rubbing her body against Jo Ann, pressing against her breasts with her own nipples, and rubbing her clitoris with that of her own. This increased Jo Ann's responses, and even with all the added weight, she began to buckingly respond. The tight, wet heat of her womanly drain pulled on the man's thrusting cock like a voracious vacuum, and the wantonly aroused blonde felt herself on a high brought on by sex that drugs would never be able to imitate. Not that she had ever taken drugs. But she was certain that what she felt now would never be duplicated by anything synthetic. Though she wanted Andrew for her own, she had to admit she was enjoying herself at the moment far more than she ever had when she and the man were alone.
"Ummmmmm!" she hummed into the sucking mouth of the woman above her, letting Liz know how strongly she was appreciating all this.
For her part, Liz had to admit she had found a young girl who was exceedingly sensual, and not a youngster who was putting out merely to feel like some kind of adult. Just how Andrew had managed to latch onto her was something Liz would never fully understand.
The game they were enjoying went on and on. His cock moved from cunt to cunt like playing the game of musical chairs, only it was a question of which cunt was going to sit on the cock.
After a while, the women rotated, and it was Jo Ann on top of Liz, and she was rubbing her cunt against that of the brunette, enhancing the feeling charging through her. She soul-kissed with Liz as her cousin continued fucking into her cunt from behind. Then it was Liz sucking on Jo Ann's pussy with her own ass up in the air so that Andrew was able to screw into her cunt at the same time. Because Andrew had come when Liz had blown her earlier, he would be a long time coming, now. Liz always on the verge, never quite came, but she knew it would happen shortly. Jo Ann, having receded from being close to one big one, had to settle for a string of tiny ones, like a series of bound-together firecrackers going off.
Then it was Jo Ann's turn to lick Liz's cunt, and she didn't hesitate for a moment. Down her mouth went, and she avidly drank the syrup, licking the erect little clitoris while Andrew fucked her from behind, again. He plunged the ramrod of his cock straight home, slamming the turgid head of the phallic lance against the back wall of her seething cunt. Jo Ann licked insanely, tasting cunt for the first time in her life for the only time in her life, knowing now why men loved to sip at the fount of a woman's vagina.
It was savage and wild. The scene was like something out of an old Roman orgy, with only three participants. The thought of being treated so sexually, of licking and being licked, of being fucked by a cock and being clit-f ucked by a cunt, and of her own sluttish responses was mind-blowing to Jo Ann. She applied her mouth to Liz's cunt with the same natural inborn expertise that her mouth seemed to know when it had first sucked her cousin's cock.
From the comer of her eye she was able to see the huge wall mirror on the opposite wall reflecting everything taking place her face in Liz's cunt, and her own cunt swallowing up her cousin's hard cock and it made it that much more arousing to her. Her face delved all the more firmly between Liz's tantalizing tan thighs, and the brunette, feeling a tongue down there that did wild things to her no other tongue had ever done, seized the lovely blonde girl's hair and roughly pulled her face even deeper into her passion pit. She spread her thighs wider, giving Jo Ann greater access to her simmering snatch.
Jo Ann licked all the heavy fluids coming from inside Liz's cunt, and slammed her own vagina all the more solidly back on Andrew's hard penis. It was all overpowering, totally out of control, and this time the swelling orgasm within the beautiful blonde would not be quelled. It rose higher, higher, higher, and then....
"OOOOOW WWWUUU UUMMMPHH HHHWWW WWAAAA UUUUUU GGGGGG HHHPHH WWW-RRR HHHHHW WWWAAA AAAUUU UUUFF FFRRRR MMMHHH UUUUFF FFF!" she bellowed into the sloshing depths of the brunette's hot pussy, feeling the slick inner lips suck at her cheeks as her lips and nose pressed into the narrow opening.
She came insanely, her body twitching every which way like a rattlesnake gone insane, her body wracked with ecstasy and inundated with pleasure. It was a rapture so sweet and overpoweringly intense, her entire self seemed to liquify and with a long groan she oozed to the mattress and lay still.
Yet it wasn't over not yet!
Panting heavily for air, the lovely Jo Ann lay on the side of the mattress, her body tingling and awash with the wonderful glow of an after-climax. She watched Andrew crawl over to where Liz lay and then sink the full length of his staff into the cunt she had just sucked. God! Before, it had seemed as if he had been fucking Liz by proxy, jamming his prong into Jo Ann's pussy, and with each forward shot, causing Jo Ann's tongue to knife into Liz's steaming storm center. Now he bad literally taken away the middle man or woman, if you will and he had plugged directly into Liz's lasciviously slurping cunt a cunt that had never been, and would never be, as tight as Jo Ann's.
Jo Ann stared at the way her masculine cousin lay on top of the dark-haired woman, noting the brunette's long, slender legs wrapping themselves around the man's shuddering body as his ass raised and lowered, allowing him to slam the full length of his cock into her cunt with all his might. Liz gasped with uncontrolled delight, feeling wild and insane ecstasy. Jo Ann saw the other woman's orgasm coming by the way the wriggling brunette beat her fists against Andrew's back, and then she reached down and simply dug her nails into Andrew's flat buttocks.
Liz's eyes clamped shut, scrunching together, and Jo Ann felt a sympathetic wave of total and utter rapture charge through the seething depths of her own recently ravaged cunt as she watched Andrew's stiff phallus bloated and swollen as never before because of the workout it had enjoyed in her own cunt now pulled out so all that was left in Liz's fuming funnel was the head. Then he plunged the full length of the driving organ right back into her convulsing cunt all over again. Liz kicked her legs out on either side of her shuddering torso, groaning throatily as the man on top of her continued sinking his power drill into the nebulous depths of her aching tunnel. God! He had always been the best fuck around, but he had never been this good before. Without being told, Liz knew it was Jo Ann who was bringing out the very best in this man.
Liz shrieked, climaxing furiously, uncontrollably, maddeningly. Then she fell back onto the mattress out of breath.
Andrew yanked his cock from the tunnel of the exhausted brunette and hurled himself back on Jo Ann. There was something about the blonde that brought out the satyr in the man. He was unable to control his lust for her.
His lasciviously impaling stiffness slid slowly, almost with difficulty into the narrow tightness of her vagina again, once more creating that resistance he loved to feel, and then her velvety warm vaginal walls were once again enclosing his cock, only this time she was face-up, and looking at the enjoyment of his countenance as he powered his mighty pylon into her. He fucked hard, he fucked deep, and he fucked without mercy.
Jo Ann begged no quarter, no did she offer any. Her ass bounced as if the mattress beneath was white-hot, and stinging her flesh each time her rounded white buttocks came slamming down against it. She jerked her body twice to each powering drill he threw into her. Each forward slam seemed to send his cock-head a little deeper, and she wondered if, this time, he was going to cut through the back wall of her seething cunt. Her pussy milked his pulsing prick to a hardness it had never previously known. The shaft was longer, thicker, and harder than ever before.
"That's it, that's it!" Liz gasped from the side. "Fuck like crazy, 'cause man, there ain't another cunt like that one in the whole world. Fuck it as hard as you can now, 'cause one day you'll probably be dumb enough either to let it leave you, or to give it away to a whole bunch of other guys."
Jo Ann's labia were rotating madly with each up-and-down movement of her lovely ass, her hips practically spinning in place as he groaned and lurched and slammed the full length of his steaming penis into her. His arms were tightly around her back, flattening her small breasts against his chest, as if trying to cut off her breath.
Then he came!
"HHHHHH AAAAAU UUUWWW WWARRR RRGGGG HHHUUU NNNGGG HHHHHH AAAGGG HHHUUU RRRGGG GGGGGH HHHAAA HHHHHH FFFHHH" he bellowed, and though the spurting from his cock was weak, the feeling within him was that of an erupting volcano.
There was no doubt in his mind which woman he wanted. Nor was there doubt in the minds of either of the two females.
CHAPTER TEN
As far as Jo Ann was concerned, that had been the closest she had ever come to losing Andrew. Poor fool! He had so much going for him, yet having been under the domineering thumb of his mother, and the control of his stepfather for so long, he had refused to believe himself capable of making a correct decision in his personal life.
Jo Ann sighed. She had known, even then, that when it came to business, Andrew had proven himself more capable than any other diamond wholesaler around.
What she'd had to do was infuse the confidence in his personal life with that which he had in his business life. She'd had to make him believe he was a success as a human being.
A wide smile creased her face as she remembered that Sunday prior to the return of her Aunt Celia. Had she not opened her mouth, there would have been no full-fl-edged gang-bang, and she would have been forced to go through life never knowing how superior Andrew's cock was to those of his three friends.
They had awakened late that Sunday, and Andrew had said something about his mother coming home the following day, and how he intended seeing Jo Ann on the sly, even with his mother around.
"You know," she said to Andrew, "if I'm pregnant, your mother won't blame anyone but you."
"Are we back to that again?" he asked. "You know what I'd do if you put the blame on me."
She knew. She also knew she wasn't pregnant. She was feeling little twinges that told her, her period would be coming in two days. Though her period still came at irregular intervals because it was something new to her, those twinges let her know about them two days in advance.
"You wouldn't really do that, would you?" she taunted as they got up.
It was the last time either would misunderstand the other's motives since both were becoming so closely attuned to each other. In fact, Jo Ann would never be certain that Andrew did misunderstand her motives. After all, he'd had his share of many women in his time. Jo Ann deserved one turn with a bunch of males, and Jo Ann often believed her cousin-lover did what he did with the intention of frightening her just a little to the point where she would get her fill of other cocks, thus realizing Andrew's was the best but at the same time making her feel a bit terrified at the idea of ever involving herself with a strange man, ever again.
What followed seemed like something taking place in a funky nightmare. The phone call, then the arrival of two of Andrew's male friends, both of whom had also fucked Liz at one time. Liz had left the house, knowing now she stood no chance of recapturing Andrew.
The two men were both approximately Andrew's age. One was blond-haired Tom, with rugged muscles and a face so handsome it was almost pretty. The other was brown-haired, bearded Brian. He was as muscular as Tom, but his face wouldn't have been quite as pretty. He had a rugged-looking face, though in truth the man was, under normal circumstances, considerably gender than Tom. Both were two inches short of six feet, and both were sinewy as well as strong.
"This is my cousin," Andrew said to his friends, dragging a naked Jo Ann down the stairs and displaying her in the living room in front of his two friends. "I warned her if she got too smart I was going to turn her over to you guys to do with as you please. Now go on, ball her, let her know what it's like to get it from two guys at once. I'm going to sit back and watch.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
That had been one helluva day. Jo Ann would never forget it. Two cocks were definitely better than one unless the one belonged to Andrew. What would have been perfect as far as Jo Ann was concerned would have been Andrew's finding someone as good as himself, and the two of them doing to her what his two friends had ultimately done. But deep down, Jo Ann knew Andrew was special to her. As a result, no matter how good any other man might be sexually, he would never, in her own estimation, measure up to Andrew. Still, what she had experienced had been something really worthwhile. It had satisfied a hidden hunger of hers to know what a cock felt like other than that of Andrew's, and it had also satisfied her urge to be fucked by more than one man.
The two men Andrew had invited to the house were now totally naked. The bearded one, Brian, was standing off to the side, waiting, a little shy, incapable of starting in, right away. Andrew was sitting on the bottom two steps, smiling, at least outwardly. Inwardly, well, Jo Ann would never know what he felt, inwardly.
Jo Ann's naked body was now lying on the soft-carpeted floor, and Tom, the blond-haired man fell to his knees on the soft carpet between Jo Ann's thighs. She lay there, frozen, suddenly afraid in spite of having looked forward to this. She watched, waiting and hoping, knowing with a certainty what the blond man was going to do, anticipating it, yet terrified of it. She was beginning to feel sorry that she had taunted Andrew into doing this. But now that she had come this far, she knew she had no choice but to go all the way with this.
Chuckling to himself, as if he were some kind of sex-mad fiend. Tom gripped her soft thighs, actually the undersides of her knees, and pushed them up and over her shoulders so that her upper thigh-tops brushed against her small breasts, making the nipples harden and reach out. This opened the entire expanse of her tantalizing vagina, offering the pussy to his eyes like a buffet dinner waiting to be eaten. Eat it, he would.
Tom dropped his hungry mouth to the wide-split pinkness that was the lovely Jo Ann's narrow cunt, his thumbs reaching in and spreading her thick pink outer labia. He filched what he believed was an expert tongue into the heated wetness of her quivering feminine center, wiggling the tip of it from side to side, letting it titillate her soft, fleshy inner labia.
Jo Ann's body snapped like a bullwhip as the sudden tingling contact sent an electrifying chill charging the full length of her girlish spine. She felt as if a livewire had been run through her cunt straight up her spine to the base of her neck.
Tom held her tantalizing thighs pinned all the way back with his clammy palms, preventing her from shutting her thighs at any time. For a moment she was afraid to look, but when she did, she saw the blond man crouching like an animal, leering up at her across the flat plane of her tantalizing belly, and the twin mounds of her small breasts were hidden by her thighs, so that he had to glimpse her face between her knees.
Jo Ann realized she felt more exposed in front of these two strange men than she had ever felt in front of Andrew. The delicate moist flesh of her vagina lay so helplessly open before his mouth, thrust up, as it were, toward his leering face as his tongue ran over his lips while he prepared to do with her cunt as he wished. From the comer of her eye she watched Andrew, and she saw the first signs of strain on his face, and she understood he, too, was wondering if he might have gone too far in carrying out this threat of his.
For a few seconds Tom stared at her, his cruel gray eyes staring straight into her azure orbs, as if he was savoring every second, enjoying the way her body was involuntarily trembling. Then slowly, once again with his thumbs, he spread the delightful ragged shapes of her cuntlips, opening up the wet center of her cunt as if it were a blossoming flower. Her clitoris stood out from the folds surrounding it like a pink jewel. He eyed the anxious little red penis-like extension hungrily for a long moment, then with a bestial grunt, he buried the face in its soft wetness, his long, rough tongue squirming its way solidly between the quivering walls of her vagina. Jo Ann twitched and quivered again, unused to this alien mouth, but she was unable to keep herself from uttering a soulful moan, letting it rise from the depths of her as she wriggled, moving as if trying to actually escape this tantalizing oral assault on her cunt.
"Ahuuuuunnnnnnhhhhh! Oooooonnnnnhhhhh! Uuuuuunnnnnhhhhh!" she grunted, her voice a soft whimper in the living room, sounding more like someone facing death rather than pleasure. She watched with disbelieving eyes as she realized how real all this was, and how it wasn't Andrew any longer, but a person totally strange to her, a man who hadn't even smiled and spoken a how-do-you-do. This was the man whose face bobbed up and down between her thighs, his tongue burrowing into the seething depths of her cunt, and it frightened her.
"Andrew!" she called aloud, then she fell back on the carpet again, too defeated to struggle anymore.
"I warned you not to dare me," Andrew said, kneeling behind her, supporting her shoulders and head in his lap. Her head felt the stiffness of his cock under his trousers. Unlike his two friends, Andrew had remained dressed. "Do you want a drink?"
"No," she insisted, remembering that with Liz, Andrew had given her drinks which, while arousing and stimulating her initially, had dulled her senses after a while. The one thing she never wanted again was to have her senses dulled.
She was starting to feel arousal, though it wasn't too noticeable in the beginning. But with the passage of minutes, she once again felt her body take control of her mind as wild tingling seared through every nerve-ending in her body. Her thighs felt as if someone were tickling her with a long feather, and her naked cunt, with the tongue continually lapping against it, felt burning as if with a hot flame, and the fire was raging out of control. Every square inch of her body was alive as if her pores were being individually pierced by needles. She was unable to simply lie there, and her tight little asscheeks began bouncing madly on the carpet.
Jo Ann was learning the difference between being in love with the man who sexually taunted her, and merely feeling lust because her body was experiencing so much. It wasn't so much fun as when she was in love, but it fulfilled a physical need in spite of her attempts to quell what was taking place inside her. She really hadn't enough strength in her dazed mind to hold her physical feelings back, and in seconds the hot, burning center of her wet vagina was aching for the probe of a cock any cock, as her inner walls tried clamping together, as if in imitation of clutching a penis between them.
"Unh! Unh! Unh!" she gasped, her eyes rolling back and looking at Andrew, whose face appeared upside-down to her. "That's good, so good!" she moaned, as Tom rolled his pressuring tongue solidly around the sensitive bud of her clitoris, sending ripples of pleasure coursing through her shuddering flat belly and into her throbbing girlish nipples, and almost before her eyes, she saw her breasts seemingly swell while pressed against the front of her thighs. Slowly the wanton shivers of lust pushed aside the remaining fright and humiliation she had felt, for this was really what she had wanted in the first place. She began enjoying this, knowing even now it would be the one and only time foreign male tongues and cocks would find their way into her tight and narrow orifices.
Tom sucked harder and harder on her shuddering clitoris as she arched her lovely back up off the floor, grinding her wet vaginal gash solidly against the blond man's face. Her entire body was twitching as the man sank his thick tongue between the heated wetness of her sticky, flesh lips, worming it into the narrow foramen so that her vaginal walls clamped solidly around it.
Jo Ann was ablaze with seething inner desire. Her entire vaginal center felt as if it were a widely gaping tunnel, large enough for all the pricks in the world to fit inside her, all at once. Reason was no longer a part of her thinking, and she pulled herself firmly against Tom's head, now yanking his face deeper into the confines of her slavering womanly kettle. But no matter how hard she tugged, his tongue wasn't reaching in far enough.
"Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!" she gasped, her broiling cunt now a raging inferno of desire.
Tom yanked his face from her cunt, letting her legs down as he smiled at her with pussy juices smeared all over his face. He was overjoyed that Andrew had invited him over here to share this lovely little cunt. God! He had never fucked one this young, but she was really proving to be something. He wondered if all young meat was this good. Maybe he was making a mistake fooling around with women over eighteen.
He looked at Andrew for confirmation once more, and Andrew, excited, nodded his agreement. But Andrew realized his excitement stemmed from the fact that what he was doing was offering Jo Ann something enjoyable. It was no longer a simple lustful act on his part. He wasn't trying to teach his cousin any more lessons. Let her feel another cock two other cocks let her compare. Somehow he knew that in her mind, if in no other female's mind, his would be the superior penis..
"Okay, honey," Tom said to Jo Ann. "You don't have to tell me twice. You want cock, you get cock."
His hands pressed outward on her perspiration-soaked, feminine thighs, spreading them as wide as possible. His stiff extension of hard prick brushed its head up and down against her naked cuntlips as he positioned himself perfectly. Jo Ann had only had a brief glimpse of his cock, and although it was satisfactory in size and breadth, it really wasn't anywhere near as long as Andrew's. Even .so, she had enough confidence in the elastic tightness of her cunt to know she would snap around the cock like a rubber band once he was inserted.
"Mind if I join in?" Brian, the bearded man asked, moving his naked body closer to them, pushing Andrew aside. Jo Ann turned her head toward Brian, and noted he had a really formidable penis. It was slightly shorter than Andrew's, but just as thick. He was kneeling over Jo Ann's face from behind her, letting his cock hang over her tantalizing young lips.
The men in the room watched as Tom eagerly eased his throbbing length of hot, hard cock between the tantalizingly fleshy lips of the young girl's seething pussy. Her narrow cuntal cleft was pulsing with the insane and uncontrollable desire that had swept totally over her. Jo Ann had her vision blocked by the other dangling cock, but it didn't matter at this point. She knew it wasn't Andrew entering her cunt, and so one cock was as good as another if it wasn't the one belonging to the man she had come to love. All that really mattered was the feeling of that hard, fleshy rod of stiffened prick poking tantalizingly between her vaginal labia, the head already into her vulva and grinding its way deeper and deeper inside.
"Now! Please! Now!" she screamed aloud, knowing she would go totally out of her mind if he didn't start creating some friction by pounding it in and out. "Fuck me with it! Ram me with it! All the way, all the way, feed me every last little inch of it!"
She reached down desperately between her thighs and her hand gripped the base and balls of the blond man. She stroked back and forth, trying to tug his cock deeper, feeling it swell to a greater thickness under the mesmerizing pressure of her girlish fingers. It was almost as if she was able to feel the blood actually pumping into the arteries that kept his cock hard. In reality, it was the twitching of his penis, caused by the arousal inside him, that Jo Ann felt. Her fingers were sticky because of the ooze of her own vaginal juices seeping out and coating her hand.
Tom had his cock halfway into her, and he marveled at how tight the lovely blonde was, inside. God! This moving slow was driving him mad, too. Cocking his hips, he slammed forward, stabbing the rest of his pulsating prong into the teeming tunnel of her tantalizing twat.
"Ahhhhhuuuunnnngggghhhh!" Jo Ann gasped with delight, her twisting body suddenly slamming solidly against the carpet on the floor as Tom pushed even harder, as if intent on driving his cock clear through her belly into her heart. Her cuntwalls sucked on his cock like a baby on a peppermint stick.
"Ohhhhhh ... hhh hhaaaa annnnn nhhhh ... Goddddddd ... that's so good!" Jo Ann gasped out loud, then clamped her lips shut as Tom proceeded to tug the length of his throbbing cock out of her cuntal cistern only to power it once again into the wonderful pink breach, slamming it so far into her, it almost, not quite, reached her back wall. He rotated his cock as he went in, intensifying the feeling that much more for Jo Ann.
Christ! As far as the blond man was concerned, this was some hot little cunt. Andrew had to be seven different kinds of a slimuck to share her with anyone else. He began pounding into her with a regulated rhythm, neither speeding up nor slowing down, methodically maintaining the same thrusting speed, each pistoning thrust seeming to go deeper than its predecessor.
Jo Ann was in sexual nirvana for the moment. She saw nothing any longer, living merely for what her vagina was feeling as bright, exploding flashes went off in her brain, like countless flashbulbs suddenly exploding.
Tom speeded up his driving thrusts, pounding into her narrow cunt faster and faster, unable to believe .the way her walls clung to his driving penis.
"Hunh! Hunh! Hunh! Hunh!" Jo Ann gasped with each powering slam into her vaginal vault.
"What's ... hhhuuuunnnhhhh ... wrong ... hhhaaannnhhh...." Tom asked, in a sneering voice, "is my ... uuuunnnhhh ... cock too much ... ooonnnhhh ... for you?"
He punctuated his last word with another deep and violent thrust as he buried the full length of his pulsating penis all the way to its yellow-brush hilt in the steaming wetness of her vagina. Lunge after lunge continually buried the length of his hotly driving cock into the simmering depths of her squeezing, albeit oily cunt, and every agonizing thrust sent bone-shattering jolts of wanton excitement coursing through the quivering gelatinous tightness of her thrillingly naked womanly well.
Jo Ann still had her vision blocked for the most part by the length of Brian's cock as he jerked on it while it hung over her lovely girlish face, but she felt the eyes of both, Brian and Andrew, burning, staring, gaping at her, lust filling both of them as Tom pounded into her cunt like a raging bull, holding her legs as wide apart as possible so that his hard-driving, digging thrusts sank into the sodden center of her bubbling female vat. Both pairs of eyes watched intently as Tom's stiff cock continued staking itself between the wetly gasping lips of her sucking cunt, squeezing it like a fist as the penis slid deeper and deeper into her or so it felt, anyway.
Again and again the stiff male organ invaded the hungrily anxious depths of her clinging womb, feeling the clench of her inner membranes as they pulled on the hard length of his masculine drill. Tom, though not as long as Andrew, was trying to make up for it by hitting her cunt with his pelvis with bone-jarring force, shaking her up more than a little. The moving cock was sheer heaven, but the power of his scrubby pelvis against her own bare pubis was scraping her outer flesh raw, and she found it difficult to withstand much more.
"Damn you!" she gasped. "That hurts! Next time you'd better shave that ... uuuunnnggg ... hair before fucking a girl ... ooonnnhhhhhh...." she told him, barely able to get the words out.
As far as Tom was concerned, the helpless little blonde was his to do whatever he wished with, and she would have to take his cock any way he chose to fuck it into her. Confidence made him slow his stroking, the pace becoming a slow, regulated rhythm all over again. Now the penis almost gently sawed in and out of her droolingly oily embrasure, moving with long, tantalizing strokes. His hands were still pressing against her outwardly pressed thighs, rubbing the firm pillars and enjoying the softness of the inner flesh. Her vaginal muscles relaxed the littlest bit, but the friction was still there as he slowed his savage thrust a little more.
The other two watched as if hypnotized at the moment, neither of them turning away for even a second as he eased the wetly glistening penis back from the clutching maw of her seething cunt, only to push forward once again, enjoying the feel of it disappearing into the oven-like center of pink, seething flesh until the tip lay buried as far inside her as was humanly possible, and his hairy pelvis once again pressed against the bare skin it had rubbed raw. Only now the pressure was bearable. With each forward attack, the weight of his balls, like dangling ballistae, slapped against her perineum and into the crack between her asscheeks, a crack now thoroughly sodden with the oils continually oozing from the depths of her cunt.
Tom smiled, thinking himself that much more of a superior cocksman when he saw how totally abandoned Jo Ann was to the wild passion she was feeling as it continued surging through her. Her eyes were wide open, her head pressing on the floor as she stared at Brian's massive penile engine directly over her face, her long, blonde hair fanning out on either side of her like a halo.
For some moments now, Jo Ann had been staring at Brian's penis but not really thinking about the throbbing organ. Now she realized the meaty phallus was pulsating with as much need as the one in her cunt as it continued hanging over her lovely countenance. Brian's hand was jerking madly on it, letting her know he was working himself into a frenzy watching the way this beautiful young blonde girl was being so deftly fucked by Tom. Christ! She looked like a wild bitch in heat! This made him jerk on his cock as if it were some kind of pump handle. His eyes remained glued to the way Tom's cock continued moving in and out of the narrow pandiculation between Jo Ann's tender white thighs. That was when the drooling oils seeping from the slit in the tip of his cock-head began hanging down in strings, leading onto her forehead and cheek, and she turned her mouth a little to catch some of the salty honey.
"Anh! Yes! That's it! Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!" she insisted, between taking the time to lick the falling strings of oil into her mouth.
Tom had found what he felt was definitely the best pace to fuck into her burning cunt, and Jo Ann was urging him on, her own inner juices continually lubricating the furnace of her hot, fleshy tunnel as he slammed into her with repeatedly driving force.
At one point she thought she was able to see beyond Brian's cock, and for a moment caught a glimpse of an anxious Andrew. He cared! The concern was written all over his face, and warmth flooded through her, because in spite of what was happening at the moment, Jo Ann was certain her cousin was as much in love with her as she was with him.
As a result, the flames of desire built that much higher in the seething depths of her vagina, for, loving Andrew, and feeling the physical delight Tom was giving her, Jo Ann felt herself once again reaching for the stars. There was only one way to hit the topmost star in the universe, and she proceeded to strive for it. She ground her tantalizing pussy higher and higher to meet Tom's driving thrusts, heedless of the way his wiry hairs scrubbed her bare pelvis. Reaching forward with both hands, she dug her nails into his asscheeks, and pulled him all the more solidly into her vagina, forcing his long, solid penis that much farther into the needing vise of her cuntal crypt.
Jo Ann heard Brian saying something, but she wasn't really paying attention. At the moment anything anyone said was superfluous. She was in a state of ecstasy all over again. But whatever he was saying, it seemed to amuse Tom, because the blond-haired boy fucking her was laughing out loud.
She tried clearing her mind in order to pick out the words she had been hearing, but the words remained unintelligible to her. What was going on?
That was when she felt strong hands suddenly grip her under her shoulders. Another pair of strong hands Andrew's moved beneath her waist. Tom's hands were under her buttocks, and in order to keep his cock in her cunt, she had to spread her thighs even wider, almost into a ballet split. She was being lifted, turned on her side, and Tom was on his side, his cock still inside her. This was all but impossible!
Suddenly she found herself sitting on top of Tom's cock, and he was slamming the soles of his feet against the floor as he continued to relentlessly fuck into the boiling urn of her cunt unceasingly. Her knees were pressing against the carpet, her ass up in the air, and her small breasts, just barely able to dangle, rubbed against the hair all over Tom's chest. He was pounding into her in short, deep bursts from underneath as she all but lay on top of him.
Tom's hand tangled itself in her hair, and he forced her beautiful mouth to press against his. She was aware of his long, rough, masculine tongue probing into her mouth, making her think he was fucking her both, top and bottom.
Her asscheeks were straight up in the air as he continued pumping into her delightful pussy from below, his long cock stiff and unbending as it continued pushing its way into the cave of her cunt. Now she was the one in control of the fucking.
But the lovely girl's asscheeks snapped forward involuntarily as she suddenly felt an unmistakable prodding of something against the narrow opening of her asshole. She clenched her rounded buttocks tightly shut. Hell! She had been ass-fucked before, but only when her cunt had been empty. A cock in her cunt meant her ass-channel was now even more narrow than it had been before, and Brian had one thick hunk of masculine machinery there.
Jo Ann did her best to try and ward off the unseen cock, knowing it was Brian's because Andrew was in her line of vision again, merely watching, masochistically torturing himself by forcing himself to watch this which he, himself, had set up. But Brian was intent on plundering her asshole. He was gentle enough about it, considering his intent, and though she did her best to clench her asscheeks tightly together, he somehow managed to tease them apart. Then his seeking cock, coated with heavy coverings of its own seeping oil, pushed against the tightly narrow pucker of her delightful asshole. He was gripping his cock with both hands to keep it steady as he pushed forward, and Tom was helping by gripping her lovely asscheeks, a drooling grin spread on his face, knowing once Brian's cock was in her ass, it would make her cunt that much tighter for him.
Jo Ann writhed helplessly, moving her upturned buttocks from side to side in the hope of escaping the blunted head of his probing cock, and for a few moments she was able to keep the fleshy tip from doing more than rubbing against her anal asterisk. But Tom had her pressed tightly against his chest and his hands pulled on her asscheeks, holding them wide open while also keeping her from moving in any direction. Brian had the smooth, rubbery head of his cock against the tight sphincter ring by now, and he was pushing with all his might to get his thick penis probing into her rectum.
She felt something cold and oily on her asshole, and she realized Andrew had gotten some cooking oil from the kitchen and he was pouring it on the tip of Brian's cock. God! The oil was sliding into her rectum, and she knew the cock was going to go into her, now.
Brian smiled at Andrew, silently thanking him. Unlike Tom, Brian was a quiet sort, but he always accomplished what he set out to do.
He pushed his oiled cock forward, and this time it began slipping tightly into the narrowly cringing little anal pucker. Little by little he relentlessly shaved forward, and soon nearly every last millimeter of cock had penetrated her rectum.
"Huuuuaaawwwwwaaaagggghhhh!" Jo Ann cried out, feeling more than a little discomfort at having her rectal passage, which had been narrowed by the cock in her cunt, suddenly widened by an even thicker one moving into her back-shaft.
She slammed her cunt down vainly on Tom's pulsing penis, but she was only able to go so far down. She had to stop when all of Tom's cock was buried in her cunt, and there was no escaping the enormous probing of the penis in her helpless rectum. She squirmed frantically, trying hard to rid herself of Brian's thick probe, but as she did so, her amazing elasticity displayed itself and her tunnel opened and stretched without any damage occurring to her membranes.
Andrew stared with envy at his two friends, yet he knew this was something he'd had to do. To begin with, it was something with which he had threatened Jo Ann right from the beginning of their relationship, and he had to keep his word. More, he somehow had sensed she had to know what it was like to be fucked by more than one cock at the same time, and he wanted her fucked by these two, who, next to himself, were the two best cocksmen he knew. She would not only have the single most enjoyable double-fuck, but at the same time she would mentally compare their abilities with his own, and he knew by now that where Jo Ann was concerned, he would come out on top.
The lovely blonde slid upward on Tom's throbbing probe until only the tip was left inside her. In doing so, she felt Brian's long cock sink into her rear tunnel right to the limit. There was no longer any kind of discomfort. Little by little both tunnels were accustoming themselves to the dual invasion. She was beginning to enjoy this thrillingly incredible sensation more and more. Being fucked by two men at once was the most thrilling physical experience a woman was capable of feeling next to being in love. She was gasping out her pleasure, letting the three men know how much she was enjoying herself.
Tom was getting into his stride now, digging his feet into the carpet and fucking his cock solidly into her with upward jabbing movements, grunting with delight as their wetly perspiring bellies slapped obscenely together. Brian was complementing Tom's thrusting cock with short, powerful lunges of his own into the narrowness of her tiny asshole, enjoying himself as never before.
Jo Ann was rhythmically grinding her hips now, making certain both swelling penises continued sinking to their deepest length in her front and rear tunnels. She had her weight evenly distributed on her forearms and her knees, her small breasts dangling beneath as Tom moved his head so he was finally able to pop a nipple between his lips. Her entire body was a mass of quivering nerves.
The lovely blonde's orgasm, which had been so long in coming, now rose up inside her like an inundating tidal wave, making her head swim, her blood boil, and a trillion sparkers go off in her head. She screwed herself up and down, up and down on the man's hard cock, moving faster and faster, shoving her ass back to meet Brian's invading prick, then her cunt forward to accept Tom's. She was unable to restrain her inner self any longer.
"AAAAAU YYYYYY EEEEEA AAAAAA GGGGGG HHHHHH NNNGGG GGGHHH AAAGGG HHHHHU UUURRR RRRGGG GGHHHH AAA-WWW WWAAAA GGGGGH HHHAAA AANNNN GGGGGH HHH!" she yelled, and after stiffening and straining, she collapsed with all her weight on top of Tom. Her toes clawed at the carpeting beneath, and a tremendous flood of her vaginal juices came spurting out around his cock and washed down his pelvis as she enjoyed a dual orgasm, for the cock in her ass had set her off, as well.
Then it was Brian's turn. Because his cock was in the tighter hole, and because he was more sensitive than Tom, he bellowed out his own orgasm, and he fired relentlessly into her teemingly tight anal tunnel. He grunted again and again, firing blast after blast into her asshole, and her rectal sphincter clung so tightly to his cock, it was all but impossible for the blood to recede from it, and so he had to tug his cock from her asshole while it was still in an erect state. It came out with a loud "plurrp" as he fell heavily on his back on the floor, unable to move.
Tom had seemingly been waiting for Brian to unleash his load, and now, using his strength, he gripped the girl's hips and jerked her hot cunt up and down over the length of his cock until he had fired his own sperm into her. He blasted with as much force as Brian.
Jo Ann didn't wait for his cock to shrink inside her. She felt such a strong yearning for Andrew, she was up and off Tom's cock while he was still spurting, letting his secretions plop from her cunt all over his body as she ran to Andrew, tugged open his zipper, and fellated him until she was drinking the sweetness of his sperm down her throat. No she felt really satisfied.
CHAPTER TWELVE
Those had been the most glorious two weeks in Jo Ann's young life, to-date. Her aunt had returned the following day, and for a while it seemed that in spite of Andrew's promises, he wouldn't be able to make good.
The worst part of it was, Jo Ann's internal self was yearning for everything Andrew had to offer. But he was off to work early in the morning, and he didn't come home until six in the evening, while Jo Ann spent the entire day with her aunt, learning how to be a homemaker and a good cook.
It was on the third Wednesday in July that she got the idea of asking her aunt if it was alright if she went to the city to see a play. Wednesday was matinee day. Her aunt had agreed, provided that she and Andrew come home together, since his wholesale diamond store wasn't far from the area where all the theaters were located.
Thus, every Wednesday, for the rest of the summer, Jo Ann went to the city, and Andrew took her to a small, nearby intimate motel were he proceeded to fuck the lovely ass off her in every way possible.
Now it was the end of summer, and Jo Ann had returned home to live with her parents. She had a few more years of high school, but she wasn't going to let that keep her from enjoying herself. Heck, no! Granted, she lived quite a way from her Aunt Celia's house, but Andrew did have a car, and somehow, twice a week, on Mondays and Thursdays, he had promised he would sneak out to see her. There was a number of so-called discreet motels nearby, and Jo Ann, in order to make certain her parents didn't worry about her prolonged absences on those days, claimed she was going to take up aerobic exercises at a local gym. What made it easier for her was the fact that both her parents worked. Had her mother been home all the time, it would have been more difficult, since Jo Ann would probably have had to find a way of coming home at least an hour or two earlier.
But in a few years, yes, just a few more years, she would be finished with high school. Then she and Andrew would be able to declare their desire to get married. Until then, she had to wait and continue this deception.
How she never became pregnant in all that time was something she was totally at a loss to explain. What she didn't know was that her cousin and his friends both wore tight Jockey shorts which kept their testicles close to their body when they ought to have been hanging more loosely. The body temperature had affected the balls of all three to where the testicles had produced only minimal amounts of sperm. Thus it was practically impossible for her to become pregnant.
In later years, when she eventually would end up marrying Andrew, he would switch to boxer shorts, and three months after their marriage, she would become pregnant, But that was in the future, and Jo Ann had now way of knowing that, just yet.
For the moment, she would have to simply wait but Andrew would make the waiting worthwhile.
