Almost all of us have the basic urge to copulate from the time we reach ten (give or take a couple of years). Because most children are kept unaware of what sex is all about, they do little, if anything, to satisfy these urges. And even when they do become aware of sex, upbringing prevents them from letting these primitive urges take free rein.
The young heroine in this book does not differ in most ways from almost all other girls her own age. She is sweet, pretty, clean, pure, and totally desirable. She comes from a Latin-American family where it is believed young girls should be kept pure by being kept ignorant.
And so when she falls into the clutches of a rake who manages to bypass her sense of decency by awakening her primal desires, she finds herself succumbing to his desire. More, she discovers an entire new world, a world she would never have known had she remained in the sheltered bosom of her family. Eventually she becomes a slave to her own desires, all because of the chemical changes wrought in her body.
Though one would fault the parents for the upbringing of the child, keeping her ignorant, and thereby leaving her open to a determined lecher, one must remember she comes from a country where it is the national belief to keep all young girls in the dark.
Our heroine is fortunate for she is neither high-strung nor oversensitive. In spite of her early introduction to carnal bliss, or perhaps because of it, she thrives and becomes a better person. But this book does point out the necessity of avoiding ignorance.
-THE PUBLISHERS
CHAPTER ONE
"So you're Cookie," the tall heavyset man said, his piercing eyes trying to see through the loose green dress the redheaded girl was wearing.
Not quite thirteen, the young girl had soft red hair, dancing brown eyes, and a round, healthy face. Her cheeks were red with a natural rosiness, but her face was a mere prelude to the rest of her. She was first beginning to really develop, and her uncle, Don Koelbel, realized there were treasures hidden under the green dress. He could picture her small, budding breasts, first starting to round out, and he wanted to really see them. A desire to touch them welled up inside him, and he had to restrain himself from putting out a hand.
Thirty seven years old, Koelbel had lusted after everything in skirts ever since the age of ten. At first, he hadn't known what the sensations inside him were, but as he'd grown older and hung around with other kids in school, he came to understand what was happening to him. And from that time on, he had been on the make for as many women as possible.
He . was six feet tall, stocky, with broad shoulders. Prior to his marriage, he had seduced more than eight hundred different females over a thirteen year period. In the next eleven years he had slowed down. Being married, and having a wife to go home to, he had only scored with six hundred females.
Cookie was his wife's niece, the daughter of Juanita's oldest brother, Pedro. Her real name was Esmeralda, but because of her love for cookies as a child, her parents had nicknamed her Cookie. And in Koelbel's lusting eyes, she was some cookie. He knew, before she left his house, he would be fucking her. But he had lots of time, because she would be living there for two years.
An absolutely brilliant child in school, she was ready for high school, and her parents wanted her to go to a good public high school in the U.S. If, after two years, her marks remained high, she would be permitted to remain longer, finishing high school and going on to college.
She had come from Central America. Everyone treated her like some kind of china doll, behaving as if she were a fragile little thing. They were careful never to discuss sex in her presence, and it was never taught at the nuns' school where she had gone. Since she lived in the city and had never visited a farm, she had no idea what reproduction was all about, and she certainly had no idea about the pleasures one enjoyed while fucking. In fact, she had no idea fucking existed.
Her Aunt Juanita looked nothing like her brother, Cookie's father. In fact, Tia Juanita looked the way a Latin-American woman should look. She had black hair, blazing brown eyes, an olive complexion, and a large pair of breasts. Cookie often wondered why she and her father had red hair, though her father was more bald than redheaded, by now.
"Si, yes," she said to the dark man looking at her.
She could see the hunger in his eyes and couldn't understand why he was looking at her as if she were a cooked ham. The look had come into his eyes the moment her aunt had gone upstairs to prepare the spare bedroom. Her aunt married while very young, and both her own children were already in college. She was using the bedroom of her aunt's daughter.
"I think we're going to be very good friends, Cookie," Don Koelbel said to her.
"I think so," she nodded, her lilting, young girl's voice betraying hardly any accent. "From what I have seen here in the United States, everything and everyone seems very nice."
When her dark-eyed aunt called, she hurried upstairs and looked at the little room with the frills on the bedspread and curtains. Though the room was compact, everything seemed to fit nicely in place, including a large dressing table with a mirror similar to the one she had in her own room, back home.
She hurriedly unpacked, and her aunt told her, "I'm going to the supermarket to get some of the food your mother told me you like. I'll be back in an hour, or so. In the meantime, why not lie down and rest."
"I will take a shower," Cookie told her. "Where I live, we have large, porcelain bathtubs, but there are no showers. I have always wanted to take a shower."
"Very good," Juanita replied. "And if you need anything, call down to my husband. You are too old to be calling him uncle. He will be happy if you call him Don."
"Okay," Cookie nodded, her brown eyes twinkling with innocence.
While her aunt went downstairs, she undressed, wrapped herself in a maroon bathrobe, and went into the bathroom. It was smaller than the large bathroom to which she had been accustomed at home, but everything seemed so compactly put together. She saw the shower head, behind the plastic shower doors on the bathtub, and removing her robe, paused to look at her reflection in the wide mirror behind the doulbe sink. The mirror was actually two mirrors, each of which slid away to reveal the linen closet. Behind the left mirror was an array of fluffy bathtowels. She took one, shut the sliding mirror, and once again paused to look at herself. She could see her breasts were still small, though much more developed than they had been a year earlier. In fact, a year earlier, she had not had any enlargement of her pectoral area. Now, they were growing nicely, two bowls of flesh extending away from her slender body, with rosy centered aureolae surrounding two enlarging nipples. Even now, flat and quiescent, her pink nipples were much larger than they had been, earlier. They looked like rose-colored nickles, though on occasion, when she washed her body, she felt the blood surge through them and make them swell until each stood nearly three quarters of an inch in length.
When Cookie reached in and turned on the faucet handles, water needled down from the shower-head. She waited, adjusting the handles, making certain the water temperature seemed right. This was not something she did very often. In her father's home there were maids to do this kind of work. But once or twice she had adjusted her own bath water, and so thought it no less easy to adjust the shower temperature.
Leaving her robe on the far towel rack, she draped the fluffy towel over the rack nearest the shower. She was glad her aunt had floor mats all along the bathroom floor. The tiles between the mats were cold to her bare feet.
Pulling back the shower door, she stepped into the tub, then pulled the shower door shut behind her. She didn't want water splashing all over the bathroom. Her hands were raised, letting the water splash into her palms before falling to the tub bottom. This was fun. She couldn't recall when she had enjoyed herself so much.
Her aunt and uncle seemed like such nice people. Neither appeared overprotective of her as her parents and the household servants were, back home. Here, at last, she would have fun. She knew she was expected to do well in school, and she would, but she also wanted to discover what it was like to be somewhat on her own. She had no idea why everyone had always hovered over her, almost smothering her with protection. Here, at last, in the United States, she would discover a little of life.
As she let the water splash against her face, while soaping her young, lithe body, she thought of how her parents had kept a close watch on her all the way over. First, they sat her between them on the large airplane, and when the plane landed, they hung onto her right up to the time they brought her to Aunt Juanita's house. Juanita's husband, Don, was not home at the time, but Juanita greeted her brother and sister-in-law effusively, and after a two hour talk, her parents kissed her good-bye, and left. Her father's business demanded he return home immediately, and where her father went, her mother went. It had been nearly an hour after her parent's departure, when Don Koelbel came into the house, while she and her aunt were sitting in the kitchen, talking about all the things she hoped to do while in the U.S.
Juanita went up to prepare the bedroom for Cookie, while the young girl became acquainted with Koelbel. Cookie had gone up only moments later, and now she was luxuriating in the hot water cascading all over her. Her first shower, and it felt wonderfully stimulating.
Abruptly, the water changed from warm to ice-cold. Cookie screamed and tried to pull the tub door open so she could jump out. But she slipped, fell, and screamed as her her head hit the back of the tub, and her rump slammed against the bottom. Now she began screaming more loudly than ever.
"Ayudame, ayudame!"she screamed. "Help me, help me!"
She thrashed about the bottom of the tub, feeling the bitter water stab her tender body like so many tiny razors. This was terrible.
Abruptly the water stopped raining on her, and she found herself enveloped in a large, fluffy towel and lifted out of the tub. Don Koelbel was there, holding her close, comforting her, whispering soothing words, letting her know everything was all right.
When she finally calmed down, he said, "It's a good thing you didn't lock the bathroom door."
"Lock the door?" Cookie asked, frowning a little. "But why should I have to lock the door? In my home, when a bathroom door is closed, it is enough to let everyone else know the room is occupied."
"In any case," he said, massaging her body with the fluffy towel, drying her off, "I was able to get in and help you."
"Yes, and this is a very good thing," Cookie muttered, trembling, feeling the towel rubbing and doing its best to massage away the icy chills she felt coursing through her body.
"Well, we'll have to make sure you're warm all over, inside and out," Koelbel told her. "Just relax."
He went on drying her body, his hands lingering softly at her breasts, lightly massaging the nipples, and suddenly Cookie felt the funniest tingles of static starting to shoot through her body.
"Mmmmm," she hummed, "What is happen?"
"This?" Koelbel asked, continuing to massage her nipples.
"Oh yes, yes, it feels so good."
His hands continued pulling on her breastpoints, working them between thumbs and forefingers, massaging them again and again, until they were blood-red and standing straight out.
"I think it might be better if I finish drying you in your bedroom," he told her.
Cookie didn't feel the least bit embarrassed. After all, didn't her papa used to dry her off after a bath when she was a little girl? True, it had been a long time since he had done such a thing, and she often wondered why he no longer did it. But now, as Don Koelbel wrapped her in the wet towel and brought her into the small bedroom, she felt strangely comfortable and secure. He slid the towel from her body as he deposited her on the bed, and he began massaging her thighs and buttocks.
"Oh my, but that also feels so good," she gasped. "Do not stop. Por favor, please . ... "
His hands worked over her right thigh, then moved on to her left thigh, caressing while drying, yet careful not to touch that delicate pubic mound now starting to develop a light, mossy sprinkling of faint red hairs. He could see the rich pinkness of her outer labia, and when she spread her thighs apart, letting him pat-dry her inner loins, he could see the outer labia pull away and reveal the rich, coral, ragged strip of her inner lips. And underneath, in the opening crack of her spreading buttocks, he could see the tiny brown pucker of her rectum.
God! The sight was becoming too much. He knew he would be getting into this Central American fluff, but he hadn't thought she would be this easy to approach. He knew there would be no time to actually fuck her. His wife would be back in about three quarters of an hour, and since he was certain Cookie was a virgin, he knew hurrying things would only result in causing excess pain. The girl would never have a chance to recover from everything in time. He needed enough time to build her to the heights of ecstasy. And he was wise enough to know the only way to do it was to start building orgasms in her tender body long before his cock finally penetrated her.
When he took the time to dry her calves and her shins, she asked him why he had stopped touching her inner thighs, where everything felt so good.
"First," he told her, "we have to dry you on the outside. Then we have to dry you on the inside."
"On the inside?" she asked, curiously.
"Of course," he assured her. "You're wet inside, as well as outside."
"But how can that be?" Cookie asked. "The shower water did not go inside me. I drank nothing."
"I'll show you," he told her, drying her feet and toes, making her giggle and squirm. "But first, are you feeling better?"
"Oh yes, much, much better," she asssured him. "I hit my head and over here...." she pointed to her right buttock, "too."
"Well, we'll rub that sore spot over there later, but right now we have to dry you off, inside. Open your legs, very wide."
"Are you going to put a towel into me?" she asked.
"No, I'm going to drain the liquid off of you, then let it fall onto the towel. Here, lift your buttocks a little," he said making her raise her behind.
He slid the towel under her ass, then let her lower herself.
"But how will you drain me?" she asked. "You'll see."
"Will it hurt?" she wanted to know.
"Not a bit," he assured her.
He slid his finger flatly against her ragged inner labia. The touch made her jump a little, but as he rubbed the finger up and down, letting his fingertip seek out her clitoris, he felt her starting to twitch and shudder.
"Oh my goodness," she gasped. "I never knew I was so wet in there. Ohhhhh ... ahhhhh ... "
"It will take a little while," he told her, "but I think we can get the moisture out of you."
"I still don't know how it got inside me," she sighed.
"Perhaps, when you fell down, you opened your legs for a moment, and the shower water splashed into you."
"Yes, yes ... ohhhhhhhh yesssss...." she sighed, writhing and using her hands to force her thighs to remain apart as his finger remained flatly against her vaginal slit, rubbing up and down. "My goodness, this is the nicest way I have ever been dried," she gasped.
"Well I'll make an agreement with you," he murmured, feeling himself getting hotter. "Since I'm the only one who really knows how to do this, if you promise not to mention this to your Aunt Juanita, or anyone else, I'll always dry you off this way after a shower or bath."
"Uhhhhhhh ... mmmmmmm ... yesssss ... yesssss ... yesss...." she agreed. "You make me feel so good, Senor Don."
"Just Don," he told her. "Just Don."
His finger began moving faster, pressing a little deeper into her tiny pink slit and her buttocks were beginning to undulate on the bed. She was shaking and shivering, feeling all kinds of wonderful sensations building in her body. She had no idea such sensations existed. Coming here, to her aunt's house, had truly been a blessing. She was first learning things she might never have discovered had she remained home.
Koelbel continued rubbing her clitoris, only he substituted his thumb for his middle finger, letting it continue moving up and down, and the redheaded girl continued wriggling on the bed. His other hand had been lying flatly on her belly, and now it slid down through her wispy red pubic hairs. The thumb and forefinger pressed lightly on her vaginal outer labia, forcing them to spread even farther apart, letting him see the richness of her inner labia as his other thumb concentrated on her clitoris. Then the middle finger of the hand manipulating her clitoris slowly pressed against the tight hole at the bottom of her vagina.
"Oh!" she gasped, jumping even higher. "Do not hurt me."
"Of course not," he reassured her. "Just remain completely relaxed. I have to fit a finger into you to get out the excess water. Watch!"
She lay there uncertain, still feeling the thrills of his thumb massaging her tantalized cunt. There was pressure building in her vagina as she felt the middle finger pushing, forcing her inner labia to slowly separate. At first she thought it would be uncomfortable, but little by little, she felt him slowly start to worm his finger into her. It moved in to the first knuckle, then carefully moved around, and she shuddered, feeling new, strange feelings course through her. They were no less exciting than the feelings she had enjoyed when he first touched her clitoris. There was extreme sensitivity running the length of that inner channel into which he was probing, and she realized, even though he was stretching her a little, it felt good, really good. The stretching caused some minor discomfort, but the good feeling so totally dominated everything else, she let him continue.
Don could feel himself sweating as he watched his finger slowly moving into the tight, sucking orifice. God! She smelled so good. He could tell at once she kept herself as clean as was humanly possible without going inside. The aroma drifting out from within was tremendously arousing, and he realized he was salivating. He wanted to yank his finger, then lean forward and thrust his tongue into her. But that would hardly constitute "drying her out" internally. He would have plenty of time. She would be staying with him two years, at least, and in that time he would be able to teach her everything. Christ! With young, delicious meat like this in the house, he wouldn't have to bother going out looking. God! What a great-looking, sweet-smelling pussy. And it would be all his, to do with as he wished, providing Juanita didn't find out. He had always managed to keep his other indiscretions from his wife. True, this one was taking place in the home, where he'd never done anything with another woman, before. But he figured he would be able to get away with it if he was careful.
His finger was now in up to the second digit. He knew if he went in much further, he would cause her pain. Her hymen was still there, intact for the moment, and he intended staying away from it until he could break it with his cock. But by that time, she would be so used to having orgasms, she would beg him for the little bit of pain she would feel in order to enjoy the ultimate climax.
She felt the finger moving around and around inside her, touching sensitive nerve-endings she'd had no idea were in there, and she could hear the slurping movement of the finger as pussy juice continued draining out of her.
Yes, her uncle was right. Water had somehow gotten into her, and he was draining it from her body. She was glad he was doing this thing. Imagine, all those years she had taken baths and had never once thought to dry herself out, internally. True, most of the water eventually came out of her one way or another, else she would be much heavier than she was, but she could tell from the movement of the finger there was a lot more of it inside her. And the way he was draining it from her felt s-o-o-o-o-o good. She was hoping he wouldn't get it all out too quickly.
She wondered about the significance of his thumb, touching the ultra-sensitive extension at the peak of her inner vaginal lips. What did touching her there have to do with getting the water out of her? Not that it really mattered. She was truly enjoying the pressure his thumb was applying. The sensations she felt emanating from her clitoris rivaled those she felt shooting through her vaginal chamber, where his finger was touching her. The combination of the two thrills was sending blistering sensations of overpowering lust through her young, girlish body, but she had no idea what these feelings were. All she knew was, she wanted her uncle to continue doing this to her.
The sweat fell from Koelbel's face in heavy droplets, falling onto the towel. God! He was going crazy. Lusting thrills were building up in his own body, and there was nothing he could do about it. He was going insane. Christ! That little pink cunt of hers was so absolutely gorgeous.
Cookie didn't understand what it was she was feeling, but she did know it felt nice. Her uncle was sending all kinds of wild, crazy shivers running through her young body. Her nipples were still fully extended, and she felt an ache in them as never before. She pressed her palms flat against her tiny breasts, feeling the weight of her hands press into her pink, sensitive buds. This was the most wonderful feeling she had ever known. And to think she had to come to the United States to discover it.
Don no longer needed to keep her outer labia pressed apart, and so slid that hand around and under the redheaded girl, letting his fingers lightly dance along her white flesh until they found the sore spot on her rump. He could tell when he reached it by the way she started.
Cookie could feel her uncle's fingers massaging the soreness of her buttock, but as he continued massaging, the soreness was overpowered by a wanton heat corning from within. She wriggled furiously, feeling the flaming tongues of passion leap up inside her. Her mouth was partly open with the tip of her tongue tucked in the right corner between her lips. She was gasping and sighing, feeling the flickering fires in her body building with greater intensity, totally covering any pain she might have felt, either in her buttocks or head.
The pressure of her vaginal watts as they surrounded and sucked on his finger was maddening for Don Koelbel. He could feel her inner body tightening around his probing digit, sucking and nursing on it as strongly as any calf at its mother's teat. It was almost as if she had hundreds of tiny little mouths in the walls of her clasping vagina, each with sucking lips, each trying to pull on a small section of the imbedded finger.
"Ay Dios!" she gasped, her hands pressing all the more flatly against her breasts.
She writhed wildly, feeling the finger slowly moving through her clinging channel, sliding in and out, pulling out the water from within her ... or so she thought. And all the while his thumb continued pressing hard against her tender clitoris, as if by applying pressure there he could push more liquid from within.
Cookie felt his hand slide from beneath her pillowy buttocks and slowly move up along her body.
"Sometimes," she heard him whisper, "if we apply the proper pressure to other parts of the body, it will help the water come out from inside you."
She didn't understand what he was saying, nor did she care anymore. Obviously, whatever he was doing was good for her, and as long as it continued feeling good, at this point she was willing to let him do anything.
She felt his palm slide along the flatness of her belly, pressing down ever so lightly. Then his hand moved higher, touching the ribs under her white flesh. Finally, she felt his hand slowly push beneath one of her hands, his fingers once more pressing on her nipple, keeping it turgid and red and sensitive. She released her own breasts and pressed both of her small hands against the hand playing with her breast. She shuddered as his fingers and thumb rolled her nipple between them, gasping and sighing, feeling even more liquid seep from between her thighs. Grunting, she felt herself beginning to tighten and loosen internally as new, more wonderful, more delectable feelings continued building inside.
Koelbel continued thrusting his middle finger in and out of her young, virginal pussy, while his eager thumb continued pressing against her swollen, enlarged clitoris. She bucked and shuddered, and he felt her reacting precisely as he hoped. Innocence was a beautiful thing. It allowed him to train and bring along a girl his own way, without worrying she might have been taught by someone else. True, those girls who learn the right way the first time become the best lovers. But those who learn the wrong way have to be re-taught, and that can be difficult. Cookie was purity, itself. Even now, with his finger in her, his thumb on her aching clitoris, and his other hand playing with her nipple, she was as innocent as ever. There was no fear in her, nor was she worried about being sullied, because she had no idea a girl could be sullied.
"I think we need to do one more thing to completely get the water out of your interior," he whispered.
"Si, yes," Cookie nodded. "Do what you think best."
Moving his finger rapidly in and out of her shuddering clitoris, Koelbel leaned forward and pressed his lips very gently against the breast receiving no attention at that moment.
"Ohhhhhhhh yessssssss...." Cookie gasped, her hands clutching his head to her breast the moment his lips closed on her nipple. Her fingers interlaced themselves in his hair as she felt his tongue delicately lick the growing extension, making it keep up in size with the nipple his other hand was fingering.
Cookie felt lava starting to burn its way through her delicate body, and she knew something was going to happen inside her. She didn't know what, but she could tell it was something she'd never had happen before. Bubbling, boiling, seething thrills trammeled through her as she felt her uncle's tongue lick her nipple with more power. He would lap it, then pull it between his lips, then suck in more of her breast and wash the fleshy bowl with his tongue again and again. Then he would retreat and just suck the nipple again, while his tongue whipped it.
How this was getting the water out of her was something Cookie couldn't understand. But she did understand it was being done as more and more of the liquid flowed out of her. In her heated state, she never noticed she was leaking a sticky, oily, viscous water, as opposed to the simple water she had felt while showering. She did know it was good to feel the liquid flowing from her inner feminine chamber, and at this point a small part of her mind, barely able to think rationally, was amazed to realize she had so much fluid inside her.
"Unnngghh ... unngghh ... unngghhhhh...." was all she could gasp, raising and lowering her buttocks on the wet towel as she humped her body in time to the way his finger was sliding in and out of her.
Fiery thrill built upon blazing sensation. She was nearing the apex of something, though she didn't quite know what. And then the most overpowering inner explosion rocketed through her body, and she was unable to keep herself from screaming, "AAAAAIIIIEEEEAAAGGGHHH!"
Her body humped itself up again and again as great gouts of liquid came jetting from within, shooting out around the finger still impressed two thirds of its length into her. Her own fingers tightened in his hair, pulling, tugging, squeezing, almost tearing the black straight hair out by the roots.
"More...." she gasped, "make me feel more, more, more...."
His finger continued running rapidly in and out of her while his thumb never once stopped massaging her clitoris, and she bucked and leaped wildly all over the room. Her thighs were now tightly clamped around his hand, and moving his finger back and forth was more a wrist exercise on his part than anything else.
Eventually, she lay back and parted her thighs, and he knew any additional movement or touching of her body at this point would no longer be fun for her. She was in a temporarily oversensitive state. He slowly slipped his finger from inside her as his mouth released her breast, and his other hand slid from her other breast.
"I ... think...." she gasped, "you have fooled me.
"What do you mean?" he asked, standing, removing the wet towel from under her, and drying off her thighs.
"There is no such thing as water inside me," she told him, breathing heavily. "Yes, you did cause some of my body fluid to leave me, but it was not shower water. You did this to make me forget the pain I felt from having fallen. You are a good man, Senor Don. There are not many who would have thought of doing something like this to make me forget my hurt."
"But remember," Don told her. "This must remain our secret."
"But of course," she nodded.
CHAPTER TWO
The following morning, Cookie began school. She had been enrolled in the local high school by her aunt, during the summer. Now, in early September, all the kids were returning to school, taking buses, or walking. But Don Koelbel decided he would drive her to school since it was on his way to work, anyway.
"Now remember," he told her, as she slid into the car beside him. "Stay away from the boys in school. If you have any questions, come to me."
Cookie, looking beautiful in a yellow blouse and plaid skirt, nodded, saying, "I understand. You have been good to me, Senor Don, and I would not want to do anything that would make you feel disappointed in me."
"I would never feel disappointed in you," he explained. "You're a young girl, with much to learn, and it would be better if I taught you some of these things."
"Then explain to me this," she said, ingenuously. "Why is there a swelling in your own groin? I have seen it there from the first time we met. I do not see such a swelling in the pants of other men."
"I'll explain it tonight," he told her, "after your aunt has gone to her bridge club. When you and I talk, I don't want anyone else listening in."
"But why?" Cookie asked, as he pointed the car east and began driving. "Surely Aunt Juanita wants only the best for me, too."
"Do you trust me?" he asked.
"After what you have done for me? But of course."
"Then believe me when I say it's best Juanita knows nothing of what we do or say."
"If that is what you wish, Senor Don."
"It's not only what I wish, but what will be best. Believe me."
"Oh do. You would not tell me a lie ... unless it was to take my mind from something unpleasant."
"Believe me, Cookie. All I want is for you to be very happy while you live here with Aunt Juanita and myself."
"I know this," Cookie nodded. "So I will have nothing to do with these other school boys. Besides, I am much too young for them."
That body isn't too young for them, Koelbel thought.
Cookie's first day at school passed pleasantly enough. When she returned to her aunt and uncle's home at three in the afternoon, she found a small snack of milk and cookies waiting for her. She ate it while doing her homework, then watched TV until a half hour before suppertime. She helped her aunt set the table and insisted on being allowed to serve the food.
At supper, her aunt did most of the talking, asking about Cookie's first day at school, after which she began asking the girl questions about everyone at home, where she lived. Cookie's answers were short, seeing how much her aunt enjoyed chattering.
Afterward, her aunt went upstairs and dressed while Cookie cleared the table and put the dishes in the dishwasher. Cookie took a shower afterward, but her aunt hadn't left yet, so her uncle was unable to help her "dry herself off."
Putting on her maroon robe, Cookie decided to leave her nightgown off. It would simply save time, later on. She didn't know why she wanted to remain naked underneath, but she had the funniest feeling it was what Don Koelbel wanted.
Going downstairs, she sat and watched television while Koelbel went up to take his own shower. And it was at that time her aunt finally left for her bridge club. Juanita played Bridge at night because most of the women were working girls and couldn't get together during the day. t Juanita took the car in the garage. Cookie could hear the car being driven out, and away. She sat and waited for awhile, then heard the shower turn off. Two minutes later, Koelbel could be heard coming out of the bathroom. He went into his own bedroom, and Cookie, not able to take waiting any longer, went up the stairs to his bedroom, herself. The bedroom door was open, and he was standing there in front of his dresser mirror doing some exercises with only a towel on.
"Senor Don," Cookie said, coming into the room. "You promised to tell me why you have that lump in your groin. I can see from here it is pushing out the towel."
"Cookie," Koelbel replied. "By now I assume you're aware there is a difference in the structure of men and women."
"I have seen the difference in male and female dogs, but I do not know why there is this difference."
"Well the same difference occurs between male and female people. Why is something I'll explain a little later on. All I can tell you now is, a part of me is very, very swollen."
"But why? Are you sick?" she asked.
"No, not really sick," he replied, smiling. "It is a natural reaction to a pretty, beautiful woman."
"What are you trying to say, Senor Don."
"I'm saying I find you a very beautiful girl. And seeing your lovely nakedness has caused this reaction in me."
"I am the reason for this?" Cookie asked, astonished. "I am most sorry. I would not cause you hurt."
"I know it, Cookie."
"And is there no way to make this swelling go down?"
"Oh yes," he assured her. "But it requires a beautiful woman."
"I am only a girl," she smiled. "I wish I could help."
"You can," he assured her. "You can."
"Well, if I am to help you, first I must see what it is that really hurts you. Is it covered with sores?"
"No," he assured her. "It's merely swollen because a lot of blood has gone inside it, making it get big. What it needs is a massage. Eventually it will unleash a fluid geyser, and once that fluid is out, it will go down."
"Ah, just like I had fluid inside me, you have fluid inside you?"
"Well, almost," he nodded.
"You must let me see this poor swollen thing," she insisted, walking over to him.
Removing his towel, she stared at the long, swollen cock. Cookie had never seen anything like it. None of the male dogs she had seen ever sported anything like this. Her parents had been careful to keep her from seeing dogs in heat, so those dogs she did see had penises hidden inside their bodies.
"Por Dios!" she murmured. "You poor man. You have walked around since yesterday with such a large swelling?"
"Ever since drying you off," he admitted.
"But I must do something for you now. It would not be fair for me to permit you to remain in such a condition."
She stared at it, seeing the monstrous purple dome swell and recede, noting tiny droplets of sticky fluid oozing from the slit in its tip. Falling down on her knees, she stared more closely at it, noting the huge, red shaft with the many winding blue veins twisting their way through it.
"May I touch it?" she asked.
"Of course," he nodded.
A slender hand with long, slim fingers reached out and wrapped themselves coolly around the length of solid cock. She stared at the dangling testicles. They looked so different from anything hanging beneath a dog. The skin was so wrinkled, with strands of short, curly hair covering it. Her fingers tightened their hold, and she could see the large knob swell even larger before receding. She could also feel the burning heat from within. She wondered if her uncle had felt such heat when he put his finger into her the previous afternoon.
Pursing her lips, she blew cool air over it, making it shudder even more. She could feel the throbbing blood coursing through it as her palm remained tightly around it.
"I have never seen anything like this before," Cookie whispered. "Do all men have such swollen enlargements?"
"All men," Koelbel assured her. "But we do not remain swollen all the time, only when we feel a certain fever."
"And this fever came upon you when you were drying me?" she asked.
"Yes," he admitted. "It's a perfectly natural thing to happen to a man. This is one of the reasons I told you to avoid the boys in school. Many of them will pretend to have a liking for you just to make you take down their swellings. And they received their swelling because of other women."
"You are most wise, Senor Don. Since I am the cause of your swelling, it is right I make it go down. But it would be wrong for me to reduce swellings of other boys, caused by other girls."
"Exactly."
"I am here in the United States little more than one day, and I have already learned so much. You will teach me more?"
"If you really wish to learn," he nodded.
"Ah, but I do, I do. First you must show me how to make your swelling recede."
"Tonight I'll show you the simple way," he told her. "Later, I'll show you other ways. You'll enjoy the other ways much more. But for now, let's keep everything simple."
"As you wish," she nodded, watching him lie down on his bed.
"First," he told her, "you must remove your robe'and nightgown."
"But I thought you might ask this, so I did not wear a nightgown," she told him, slipping off her robe and revealing her enticingly young and beautiful body.
"Now what do I do?" she asked.
"Now, sit on the bed, next to me in such a way you can grab my penis with either hand."
Though she had never heard the word before, Cookie knew what was meant by "penis". She sat beside his supine form, thrilling to the touch of his hands on her waist and one thigh. She squealed when one hand reached up and found her small, firm breast, and began manipulating it.
"What do I do now?" she asked.
"Grab my cock with your hand and hold it tight."
"Why do you call it a 'cock'? A moment ago it was a penis."
Koelbel took ten seconds to explain all the different names of the male organ to her. He also told her the various names of the vagina. She smiled, amused two parts of two human bodies could have so many different names. It seemed so funny.
Her fingers moved forward and softly curled around the throbbing cock.
"It is so hard outside, yet the skin itself feels so smooth and soft," she whispered. "How can such a solid thing actually shrink?" Her large brown eyes were wide with delight, enjoying all this she was learning. It was more fun than the subjects she was learning in school.
"Your hand is cool and soft," Koelbel told her. "I like the touch of it." As if to accentuate he was telling the truth, he flexed his cock, and she could feel the throbbing pulsation.
Her hand tightened around the stiff, upright, virile mast. She could feel the heated throbbings inside become more intense.
"Tell me," she wanted to know. "When it becomes this hard, does it always become so hot?"
Her hand released it for a moment, and her fingertips trailed up and down the underside, while his hands continued playing with her thigh and her left tit. She let her fingers run up and down the length of it a half dozen times before touching his balls.
"Yes," he told her. "It's one of the hottest parts of the human male body."
"And am I hot inside?"
"Just as hot," he assured her. "And you feel absolutely wonderful in there."
"I have never known about such things before," she whispered, shuddering as his fingers pulled her nipple.
"Many girls are embarrassed about letting a man see their naked bodies," he told her. "I'm pleased you aren't that way."
"I am pleased to make you so happy," she smiled, leaning a little closer to his penis, wanting to examine it more carefully.
Her fingertip was running around and around the rim of his cock-helmet. Then it moved onto the glans itself, touching the sticky fluid seeping from the tiny slit, smearing it all over the rich, purple head.
"Do you like touching me?" he asked.
"I do not know why, but I find it most enjoyable," she admitted, suddenly tightening her fingers around it, then releasing her hold, then tightening her fingers again. And each time her fingers closed around it, she could feel it throbbing. At one point she clutched it very tightly and pointed the tip toward her face.
"You're a wonderful girl," Koelbel told her. "And you're very arousing."
"What is this fluid that seeps from the tiny hole in your penis-tip?" she asked. "Is that the fluid you wish to be released from you? It looks much-like my own fluid."
"No," he told her. "This fluid, though much like yours, is not the fluid I need to get out of me. This is a special kind of oil both of us emit. It lubricates."
"But why should there be need for lubrication?" she asked.
"I will explain all this in good time," he told her. "So far, because I'm explaining everything so slowly, you understand what I'm telling you."
"I am willing to learn," she nodded.
"Good. Now close your hand tightly around my cock, and start a pumping motion, up and down."
"Santa Maria, I hope I do this right," she whispered, her large brown eyes staring at the shuddering spear of flesh clasped in her hand.
"It would be impossible to do it wrong," he replied, cupping her breast with his palm, while rubbing his other hand along her thigh.
Her flesh was so soft, like that of a baby's bottom. Each time he ran his fingers along any part of her young body, he felt wildly aroused. His cock shivered in her tight grip, and he loved every moment of it.
She leaned forward even more, making him release her breast, and her nipples just barely touched the tip of his shuddering prick. The littlest bit of pressure sent chills shooting through the two of them. Staring at the way her pink asshole almost matched the redness of his cock-staff sent wild goosepimples shooting through him.
Reaching forward, he grabbed her nipple between his fingers, noting it was longer and thicker than it had been the previous day. It was nearly as thick as his thumb, and it glistened a rich pink. The more he rubbed it, the harder she tried to twist and turn her body toward him allowing him to once again cup the entire small breast.
"Yours have to be the prettiest, rosiest tits I've ever seen," he told her.
Odd, but he felt as if he had a wad of straw stuffed down his throat, and for the first time he realized he hadn't touched a girl this young in his life. This would be the first time for him with such a youthful girl, and this was making him hotter than he'd been since his wedding night.
Cookie turned the entire upper half of her body toward him and said, "Senor Don, I have never kissed a man before. But I have this strong wish to kiss you. I do not mean like a little girl kisses her father. I wish to kiss you, and be kissed by you the way I have seen them do it in the movies."
Koelbel was even more aroused, looking at her beautiful, innocent young face, seeing something other than innocence in her brown eyes. He saw the same heat infiltrating through his own body. Her hand tightened on his cock as she leaned toward him and pressed her lips against his.
Her mouth suddenly came down on his, and the hand he had around her waist, touching her thigh, now came up and embraced her shoulder, while his other hand rubbed her nipple ever harder. He was squeezing her right nipple now, feeling the left breast press into his body, the softness of her flesh shaping itself to his solid chest.
Cookie's hand squeezed Koelbel's cock all the more firmly, and she stroked it faster, feeling his hips respond by leaping up and down in time to the way her hand was pumping. This made his hand on her breast rub the nipple all the more solidly.
Cookie suddenly realized she was on fire, all over again. She could feel flames blistering her vaginal interior, and this was strange to her, because his finger was not inside her, this time. Her hand jerked on his shaft ever harder as her lips burned against his. And then, she peeled her lips from his, and whispered, "Senor Don, por favor, please, put your finger into my, oh, my vagina. Oh please do this thing for me. I am so in heat."
"God! he gasped. "I'm being selfish." And her mouth covered his before he could say another thing.
The hand on her tit slipped down the length of her torso and moved across the almost smooth mons, feeling the few red hairs first starting to emerge. The flat of his hand pressed firmly against the cup of her bare labia, feeling the lubricant seeping out against his fingers and palm. He rubbed his hand up and down, feeling her clitoris peep out from behind the membrane protecting it. His fingers rubbed the man-in-the-boat, feeling it enlarge as she moaned into his mouth, kissing him harder.
Cookie pressed her groin against his open palm, sighing and gasping with delight. It felt so good. This was wonderful, and Senor Don was a wonderful man for showing all this to her. She could feel his palm and fingers rubbing her outer labia, but they made no attempt to penetrate. Throbbing thrills pulsated through her body as wicked sensation blasted through her youthful torso again and again. Each movement of his hand was like an electric shock to her nervous system, causing every muscle in her body to spasm tightly shut whenever her clitoris felt the pressure of his middle finger.
Koelbel's right hand was tightly around the redheaded girl's neck, keeping her face pulled to his as his mouth pressed against hers. For the first time, Cookie felt a tongue part her lips and move between them, seeking her tongue, bringing it into play. Her hips jumped up and down as he continued rubbing the flat of his hand against her aching clitoris. But as her hips moved, so did her hand, jerking the cock faster and faster. Her nipples seemed to burn into his body, two tiny white-hot pebbles.
Cookie was totally absorbed by what was happening. She knew Koelbel would do nothing to harm her. She trusted him implicitly, enjoying everything he was doing to her, and more ... enjoying what she was doing to him. She could feel the solid, thick stiffness in her palm trying to twitch and shudder and pull its way free of her grasp, but she was determined not to let this happen.
Cookie began gasping louder and louder as wild wisps of thrilling sensation began curling through her like rising smoke. Fingers of voluptuous sensation crawled through her young body, slithering through her extremities, making her shudder again and again. She felt her thighs part like theater curtains, and her labia opened like temple gates the moment he touched her. Her small breasts felt as if they were growing and swelling.
She pressed her blood-swollen nipples higher up on his body, trying to rub them against his face so he could suck on them while she continued pulling on his throbbing cock. He anticipated what she was trying to do, and lowered his head, pulling her left nipple into his mouth, sucking it, making it vibrate with voluptuous passion. He rubbed his tongue against the nipple repeatedly, feeling her respond with gasps and sharp tugs of his pulsating wang.
She loved the feeling of his hand pressed flat against her aching vagina. He squeezed his palm against it and she found herself starting to soar again, as she had the previous afternoon when he fingered her tight little cunt. Cookie found herself whimpering and gasping as the intensity built higher and higher in her young body.
Koelbel was humming and growling as his lips sucked her nipple, and his teeth chewed on the turgid bud. He gobbled the tiny bumps of little girl-flesh with a voracious hunger, making the girl all the more aroused. He could feel a heavier flow of colorless oil seeping from her tight pussy. His hand and fingers were sopping wet with the ointment.
The vee-shaped lips of her vagina seemed to point the way to her clitoris, which was in a straight line directly above the dark hole hidden by the tight closeness of her rich, pink, inner lips. His fingers were strongly kneading the enlarging clit as his palm rubbed itself into the tightness of her narrow internal gap.
Cookie rammed her cunt solidly against his rubbing palm. Bolts of raw sensation seemed to blast from all her erogenous centers, reaching her brain from her tits, clitoris, and inner vagina. She was desperate, aching to climax, dying to feel that orgasm. Having come to know the sensation of such an inner crisis, her body found it needed more and more. God! She was desperate. His hand was moving so slowly. She wished he would shove a finger into her as he had done the previous day. Her own flesh felt so soft and vulnerable wherever he touched her.
Her hand continued tugging on his throbbing, pulsating cock. If his flow was different from hers, she wanted to see what it looked like, yet what he was doing to her had such overpowering control, she was unable to see anything other than his eyes as his mouth kissed hers, and his tongue licked her gums and teeth again and again.
Mad, wild thrills were enlarging in her youthful belly, and the raw electricity of sensation was so powerful, she felt an overload building up in her system. Slender, delicate nerve-strands, like high tension wires, began sizzling. It wouldn't be much longer, now.
Her hand let go of his throbbing cock for a moment, and in her anxiety to get it back, she reached too low and grabbed his balls. She closed her hands tightly, but not too tightly. He gasped, feeling arousal rather than pain. She was driving him wild. And then her hand moved up and once again found the steel solidity of his aching cock. Her mind was in a tumult, and she knew it was now only a matter of time before she reached that peak which she was so desperately straining. Her asscheeks were quivering like gelatin against each lurch of Koelbel's hand.
"Yes, yes, yes," Don Koelbel gasped. "We're going to do it, honey. We're going to hit that summit," he intoned as their hands massaged one another's sensitive genital flesh.
Cookie tugged harder and harder on his cock, and at the same time she pressured her cunt strongly against his moving hand. He rubbed her fiery wedge, and their bodies began moving in unison, as if he were already plugged into her instead of merely using his hands while she used hers. Shuddering thrills mounted, one on top of the other. Her jerking hand slammed his cock back against his swollen balls again and again, mercilessly jerking it, determined to milk it of the fluid within. Their bodies strained one against the other, and each could feel the agony in a working wrist; he in the one attached to the hand rubbing her cunt, and she in the wrist attached to the hand jerking on his throbbing cock. His middle finger began eeling her labia apart, then little by little it slid into her as the rest of his hand continued cupping the pouting lips of her shuddering vagina.
"Gonna come!" he gasped. "Oh my God! I'm gonna come!"
Although she had never heard the word used in conjunction with something like this, Cookie knew what he meant when he said he was going to come. She had come the previous day.
"EEEEEYYYYYAAAAAGGGG-HHHHHAAAGGGHHH!" he bellowed, and Cookie felt the hot, twitching cock jump in her hand as hot, lava-like explosions spurt up into the air, then came down and covered her hand. She could instantly smell the difference between her fluid and his. More correctly, hers had no odor, while his reminded her of boiled mushrooms. She wondered if the liquid blasting from his cock tasted the same way.
And then she no longer had a chance to wonder about anything. Her own orgasm, the one which her body had been anxiously waiting for since the previous day, suddenly hit her like the proverbial ton of bricks.
"YIIIIIIEEEEEAAAAGGGGHHHHH!" she screamed, rolling against him, feeling as if she were a puff of milkweed caught up in a holocaust. Her hand tightened and jerked on his throbbing cock all the more, and as a result, he was spurting even more heavily, covering her fist with what felt like gallons of the mushroom-smelling liquid. Now it was spurting out in short, ropey bursts.
Shot after shot of gooey liquid semen exploded from the hole in Koelbel's shuddering prick. It cascaded down her hand, but at that moment, she was totally unaware of it as her own blistering climax had her completely paralyzed. She was trapped in a helpless frenzy of orgasmic delight.
They lay together for what seemed like forever, and then Cookie got up to wash her hands in the bathroom. But as she entered the bathroom, out of Koelbel's sight, she raised her hand to her nose and sniffed. That mushroom odor was very strong. Unable to resist, she licked, then licked some more. She discovered she liked the taste of whatever it was he released. Instead of washing his sperm from her hand, she licked it off, feeling warm and thrilled inside. His finger had made her feel good all over again, and this time she was able to make him feel good, as well. Although he hadn't said anything about feeling good, she could tell from the way he yelled as he shot that hot, sticky stuff, that he was going through the same kind of sensations she had enjoyed when she screamed. The added bonus of enjoying the taste of the fluid he emitted made it even better. She knew it couldn't be anything bad. It didn't smell dirty, like urine, and even though it had come from the hose pipe through which she knew he normally did void body water, she intuitively reasoned it to be clean. It not only smelled clean, it tasted clean, almost like the bleach the servants in her father's house used when washing the clothing.
Licking her lips, she realized she wanted to taste it again. But she also felt weak after so strong a climactic sensation, and figured he was probably also feeling weak, so she would have to wait. In fact, now she thought about it, if there were other boys in her school who had such swellings brought on by other girls who refused to do anything for them, she would be willing to help these boys massage away their swollen phalluses, providing they let her drink the creamy white spurts that came from within.
But did the other boys all taste the same as Senor Don? It was possible he was the only one to taste this good. Perhaps it would be better to simply wait and see.
CHAPTER THREE
Cookie's second day of school proved very eventful. To begin with, she made friends with Sharon, a girl a year older than herself who was also a freshman in the high school. Sharon had long, wavy blonde hair, and her body seemed to have already blossomed out. Her breasts were larger than those of most full-grown women, and she had no fat on her despite her being in her middle teens. Cookie discovered all this in the girls' locker room where she had been given a locker next to that of Sharon. She had also been given a gym suit, and the two girls, along with others in their class, stripped down and put on their gym suits. That was when Cookie had been able to admire the solidity of the blonde girl's body. She probably had the best body of any girl in that gym class.
During gym class, Cookie saw Sharon was an expert gymnast, working out on the parallel bars. Though Cookie knew she would not be able to keep up with Sharon, she did well on the parallel bars. Her own lithe body developed while she was very young, and her mother sent her to ballet school.
Afterward, in the shower room, Cookie noted Sharon's pubic hair had grown in, lush and thick, and even a lighter shade of blonde than the hair on her head. While they were drying off, Sharon let her know she lived around the corner from her, and the two girls decided to do their homework together every day.
Cookie was surprised Sharon had taken to her, because other girls in school didn't seem to care for the blonde. Sharon seemed to be introverted. Cookie learned this was because her body had developed more quickly than those of the other girls, and as a result, the other girls, feeling inferior, avoided her. So Sharon had become less and less interested in them until, just before the summer she stopped having anything to do with them at all. Cookie, the new girl, was her only friend, and because the redheaded Latin-American was so effusive and honestly outgoing, Sharon couldn't help but like her.
The one thing Cookie liked most about Sharon was her honesty. All the other girls giggled a lot and behaved in an immature, almost phony way, especially around the good looking male teachers. There was no phoniness in Sharon, and because of it, Cookie was glad she had her for a friend.
The second most eventful thing to happen to Cookie in school that day had to do with one of the handsome male teachers. She had a free period following biology, and she found the terminology used in biology difficult, so she stayed behind to talk to Mr. Joseph, the bio teacher. As it was, she was learning things about the human body she had never known before. To begin with, she started learning about reproduction, and although it was still fairly basic, she understood the white cream she tasted from her uncle's spouting penis the previous night was the fluid a man injected into a woman to make her pregnant. She was afraid her swallowing it might have had the same effect, but reading more, she learned a woman could only become pregnant by direct injection of the sperm into the womb. And following a period of coitus, it took between two and three hours for the sperm to reach an ovum which might be waiting inside a fallopian tube.
All this made her appreciate her uncle all the more. He gave her all kinds of good feelings while making certain he didn't make her pregnant. Not that she attached any stigma to becoming pregnant. Her parents kept her so ignorant, she had no idea it was wrong for it to happen prior to her being married ... at least as far as her parents were concerned. But she felt she wasn't ready for it, yet.
Mr. Joseph wasn't a tall man, but he was handsome. He had a small mustache, and his straight brown hair was combed down and over to one side. Like all teachers in the school, his hair was cut short.
Charles Joseph was also a lecher. He had enough brains to avoid the direct fucking of any of his female students, but that didn't mean he couldn't fool around with those who were willing. And many of those who were willing, did so to get higher school grades. He was too smart to ever make a broad or direct hint to a girl, so the naive girls never even dreamed he would do such a thing, while the others, for the most part, were more than happy to oblige him ... some for the higher grade, but many for the pleasure he gave them. Being a bio teacher, he was familiar with all the feminine erogenous zones, and he knew how to titillate these young girls beyond their wildest expectations.
When he suggested Cookie remain after class, he realized she was a total innocent. He also realized, unlike other naive young girls, she wasn't the kind who would be offended by an indirect hint. So after the other students had gone, he locked the classroom door. A science poster covered the glass peephole in the door, so no one would be able to look in and see anything.
"Now," Joseph said, turning to face Cookie, "you seem to be having trouble with certain biological terms. I think it best we start at the beginning and explain it all."
"Perhaps," Cookie said to him, "it might be better if I asked you the meaning of the words I have written down. You might be able to explain them to me."
"Certainly," he nodded. "Come into the bio lab with me."
He led her through the classroom and into the biology lab, which was also empty, and with the door closed and locked. There were rows of tables on which all kinds of lab equipment stood, but he led her past these rows to the other side of the room, where it was ell-shaped. There, against the wall, was the cloth-covered, backless couch where he sometimes rested between classes. It was also on this couch where he fooled around with his female students.
"Why did you bring me in here?" Cookie asked.
"It's possible I have some graphic photographs to answer your questions," he told her. "Now, what words are bothering you?"
Cookie put her books down on the desk near the couch and opened one book, taking out a sheet of paper.
"What does the word intromission mean?" she asked.
"Yes, I have a photo to show that," he nodded, opening the bottom left drawer in his desk. He pushed back a false bottom in the drawer and removed a batch of photographs he had once confiscated from a male student. Looking through the photos, he found a picture of a cock fitting nicely into a cunt, and handed it to Cookie.
"This is intromission," he told her.
Cookie looked at it, staring intently, but her expression was one of study and not one of outrage. Joseph knew he guessed right as far as this young girl was concerned. She wasn't one to take offense easily.
The photo showed a penis halfway into a vagina. By now, Cookie was familiar with the sight of both, having looked at her own vagina often enough in a minor when she had lived at home. So, intromission meant the putting of a penis into a vagina. Well, why not? Now she was truly able to understand how a man injected his white fluid into a woman's womb. Thinking of how much she had enjoyed feeling her uncle's finger in her own pussy, she realized how much more enjoyable it must be for a penis to fit in there. And even if the white fluid was spurted into her, she would have two hours to wash it out of her. She also remembered the slight discomfort she felt the first time her uncle put his finger into her. She wondered if she would feel even more discomfort if something as thick as a penis was forced into her body. True, her vagina had stretched to accommodate her uncle's finger, and from what she could see in the picture, the woman's vagina had stretched to hold the cock.
"What does 'ejaculation' mean?" she asked.
Joseph found a photo of a penis spurting semen and handed it to her. Cookie nodded, understanding. When Joseph put his hand on her shoulder, she suddenly felt very warm. Dios! Why should the man affect her so? True, he was a handsome man, and she could sense an animal virility in him. But he was a teacher. Did teachers have such feelings with students?
Looking down behind her, she saw the bulge in his groin. Yes, his penis was swollen. At least it was swollen, now. It hadn't been swollen before. Therefore she was the cause of it. This being the case, she felt responsible for making it shrink. And the only way she knew how was the way she had done it with Senor Don, her uncle.
"Am I responsible for the swelling there?" she asked, pointing to his groin.
"Well ... err ... ahhhh ... I suppose so," he admitted, flabbergasted she should be so direct about it.
"Would it please you to have me make the swelling go away?" she asked.
"Yes," he nodded. "Yes, it would please me very much."
"Well then, remove your pants, and I will massage it with my hand."
"There's a better way," Joseph told her, perspiring heavily. "I don't know if you'd be willing to try it."
"As long as it does not involve this intromission," she replied.
"Uhhh ... no ... no intromission. But we must both get undressed. We'll be safe here, in the lab. It isn't scheduled to be used for another hour and a half. No one else will see us."
"Good," she nodded. "I would not want anyone else to know I was responsible for making your penis swell."
Crazy, Joseph thought. Who'd have thought this sweet bit of Central American fluff would be so amenable. Terrific.
Cookie slowly stripped down, staring as the bio teacher undressed. The size of his penis was amazing, considering his height. The hard cock was just about as long and as thick as her uncle's. She could see it excitedly throbbing and twitching, and merely looking at it made her mouth water.
Joseph was totally confused by such agreeability. He had never had a girl so willing. Even the hottest of them pretended to have some modesty. Oddly, he found the redheaded girl's frankness more virtous than the false reticence of the other girls. She was delightful and refreshing. He could already sense this would be a more than interesting interlude.
Once she was totally naked, he motioned for her to lie on the sofa, and he slowly approached her. Cookie lay there, watching him come to her, kneel down, and press his palms against her small, firm, growing breasts. Wild tingles shot through her nipples, hardening and enlarging them. She thrilled to the almost harsh way his fingers pulled and kneaded them. Then he moved his anxious hands lower, over her smooth, flat belly. His hands moved lower, touching the tops of her thighs. The mere touch of his fingertips seemed to make her open her thighs, revealing her soft pink plane of genital loveliness.
"That has to be the most beautiful cunt I have ever seen," he gasped, staring at the coral marvel held out to his eyes by her parted loins. His hands pressed on her inner thighs, making them part all the more wildly, exposing the entirely wonderful, thrilling pout of her fresh pussy to his hungry stare. He liked what he saw. He liked it very much. What he really liked was the hint of moisture already seeping from between her inner lips.
"It's so lovely," he gasped. "Please, I have to kiss it."
"Will that help your swelling go down?" Cookie asked.
"In time," he told her. "In time it will, because I will show you exactly what to do. But right now I'm going to lick that sweet split of yours until I've sucked all the sweet juice out of you. I'm going to drive my tongue into the depths of you until you come again and again."
"Come? But I am already here," she protested.
"When I say come, I'm going to make you feel things wonderful. You'll reach the ultimate peak of enjoyment. You will orgasm, climax."
"Ahhhh ... si ... yes. Now I understand. You wish to make me reach the good feeling. But you will do this without using your finger?"
"Finger? Hell! I'm going to use something much better than a finger. I'm going to use my tongue."
A tongue! It had never occurred to Cookie a man might want to put his tongue there. His words were burning stimuli to her anxious ears, and she nodded in agreement, wanting very much to enjoy the feeling of a tongue inside her. She could already feel the seething flow of her inner juices as they boiled up-inside her. This was all like a wonderful dream. The United States was a wonderful place for all this to happen to her in so short a time. She was here a mere three days, and this would be the third time a man would be making her feel so good. And she was obeying Senor Don. He had warned her about not letting any of the other boys touch her. But he had said nothing about the men teachers, perhaps because he knew anything they did with her would be good for her. As it was, she was already on fire.
"But how will using your tongue in my vagina get rid of the stiffness you have?" she asked.
"Because while my tongue is licking into your delicious little nookie, you will be sucking on my cock," he explained in as calm a tone of voice as possible, afraid she would renege at this point.
Cookie looked at the massive truncheon of flesh and wondered how he expected her to fit so much of it into her mouth. But the idea excited her.
Instead of jerking on his cock until he released his white fluid, she would be able to suck it directly out of him. She wouldn't have to lick it off her hands, when it was already cooling off. No, she would be able to taste it while it was still hot from being inside his body. Would it taste like mushrooms? she wondered.
She was excited at the thought. The idea of massaging it with her lips instead of her hands appealed to her. This was the best thing to happen to her yet. And just as she wouldn't tell Mr. Joseph or anyone else what she had done with Senor Don, she knew she shouldn't tell anyone, including Senor Don, what she was doing with Senor Joseph. The idea was thrilling her more and more, building wild heat inside her.
"Si ... yes ... I would like this," she told him. "I would very much like to feel your tongue in ... how you say ... my cunt. Si!"
Passionate fire was flaming through her body now. An urgent need for fulfillment was blistering her interior. He was going to kiss her vagina, and put his tongue into her. She knew this would excite her much more than a finger ever could.
Joseph was overjoyed as he stared down at the luscious, tender redhead. She was hot, really hot, and he was conceited enough to believe he was the one who turned her on, all by himself. From what little he had seen of her before, he knew she was a pristine little thing. Her accent let him know she came from somewhere in Latin America, and he knew how rigid people were with their daughters there. So he sincerely thought his would be the first cock she would touch. God! He was going to tongue that sweet little pussy of hers as it had never been lapped, before. His already burgeoning penis felt as if it would either explode or simply rupture from the heavy load of hot, thick sperm stirring in his testicles. No, no, he had to be patient. And no matter how tempted he was, he didn't dare fuck her. Her cherry had to remain intact. There were four other science teachers in the school, three of whom were women. To think, he was lucky enough to get this girl.
Leaning across her white, enticing, nude form, he took the pink tip of her small, firm breast into his mouth, sinking his sharp teeth into the tender, almost waxen-like flesh above her aureole, sending mad vibrations surging through her tender body. She was aroused and ablaze, burning with a greater need than ever before. His tongue encircled her breast again and again as he chewed. And each time he bit down, she shuddered with spastic delight. Hot vibrant kisses covered one breast, then the other. His mouth licked into the heated cleft between her breasts, and soon his tongue was making winding, crooked salivary paths down her tender body. Licking into her navel, and staring at the witeness of her flesh, he wondered how a girl who lived in a torrid climate all her life managed to keep her skin so white. Still, some women did manage to do it. Perhaps, because her flesh was so white, her body tended to burn rather than tan, and so she stayed out of the sun at all times.
His mouth kissed lower, and Cookie felt her body tremble with anticipation. She could feel his lips pressing into her pubis, moving through the faint red wisps of hair there. Her body felt suspended in that instant of life when expectation seemed to stop the world from spinning. She so wanted him to hurry, to press his mouth into her seething gash. Her vaginal lips twitched with eagerness.
"Do it! Oh yes, please do it. Lick me down there. Now, now, do it, Senor Joseph."
Her young girl's voice was a whimpering plea he could no longer resist, and she gasped with overhwelming thrills when he carefully, slowly moved his smooth, almost-liquid tongue between the intensely excited folds of her outer labia. The tip of his tongue made direct contact with the pink button of her clitoris at the apex of her inner lips.
"Eeeeeee ... aaaahhhhh ... ooooooohhhhh...." she gasped, writhing and squirming as if she had known all her life this moment would come, and it had finally arrived. And it was even better than she believed it would be. The touch of his tongue to her clitoral button was the touch of a lightning bolt to her vagina. It was a thrill of erotic wonderment, and the rippling pleasure in her continued soaring even higher when his sharp teeth lightly surrounded her clitoris and gently tugged on it, inflaming its delicate nerve-endings even more. Her hands instinctively clutched his brown hair, as they had gripped her uncle's black hair the previous night. She wrapped thick strands around her fingers while trying to pull his face more tightly into the crevice of her aching vagina. It was unbelievable. Dios! Dios! She loved it. It was so good it was beyond belief. No finger could ever impart a sensation like this. The more she felt the thrills shooting through her, the more she wanted. More! More! More!
His lips sucked the tiny, phallic-shaped bud as far into his mouth as possible, whipping the head of it with his tongue again and again. His teeth held it in place while his tongue licked here and there, stroking it in continuous circles. She began grinding her quivering, smooth hips into the couch beneath her as if moving in time to the way his tongue moved against her ultra-sensitive clitoral bud. She felt his hands run up over her flat belly to once again cup and squeeze her small breasts as his burning mouth continued its fiery assault, making loud, noisy, almost-obscene sucking sounds that seemed to echo through the empty lab.
Her head was madly whipping from side to side, her red hair flailing out in mad abandon. He opened his mouth all the more wildly, sliding his licking lingual digit lower between the slickness of her inner walls to the throbbing, sucking opening of her natural feminine orifice. His wet tongue seemed to slice across the tiny, elastic opening, teasing her again and again.
God! Dios! She wanted to feel his tongue slide into her. Her interior cave ached to be filled with the slick, slithery oral extension. Her body humped up against his face as her vagina wildly sought his tongue, but he teased her, holding it back for a moment until she begged him to put it inside.
His nose was filled with the delightful fragrance of her aroused nookie. His hands came up between her thighs, from underneath, and he used his thumbs to pull her outer labia farther apart. The gaping, wet center of her vaginal temple seemed to leap up at his mouth. He could no longer restrain himself. Stiffening his tongue, forming a small scoop with it, he drove it into her hot, dilated, coral, clutching cunt.
A long, loud wail came screaming from Cookie's throat. Luckily the bio lab was soundproofed. He could no longer restrain himself in any way. He lashed his flicking tongue around and around in her moist inner vestry as his hands pressed behind her knees, pushing them back until they were almost touching her shoulders. Her entire genital plane was his in all its glorious naked ness. Her own hands hooked themselves behind her knees, keeping them back, while he slid his fingers under her buttocks, cupping them, squeezing them, clutching them. And all the while he continued driving his lascivious tongue into the flushed liqueousness of her anxious, searing vagina, tasting and drinking as he had never done before.
Cookie's girlish squeals rebounded around the room again and again, and the nose filled Joseph's ears, enhancing the thrills all the more for him. He sucked, pulling her inner meat into his mouth, letting his tongue run over it, causing her to screech even more loudly.
To Cookie, nothing else in the world mattered at this moment. She was feeling thrills and sensations' .far beyond anything she had ever known. The tongue was driving her mad, and she hoped to be driven even madder. She rotated her tight, lush, undulating buttocks against the couch, matching the rhythm of his lapping tongue, feeling it eel deeper and deeper into her welcoming vagina. The wild enjoyment tearing through her wondrously nude form had taken over complete control of her mind, filling it with dizzying pictures of what he was doing to her. She had learned something new with this man, and she wished she could see what he was doing to her. It was important to her to understand just what it was he was doing to cause her to feel this way. That she was becoming sexually involved with him didn't deter her in the least. Just as she had been taught nothing about sex, so she had been unable to understand her parents felt it wrong. All she knew was it was raw, wonderful, and fantastically enchanting, making her feel like an entirely different person.
"Si ... aiiieeee ... que sabroso ... how delicious...." she continued chanting, alternately in Spanish and in English as his lapping tongue dredged deeper and deeper into her cuntal confines, drilling into her wide-open passage with more powerful thrusts. This was total physical enjoyment, and she wanted everything his lapping digit had to offer. His raging tongue was working at a maddening pitch as her round, firm buttocks intensely jerked because of each thrilling stab into her aroused vaginal causeway. Thrills were building higher and higher in her body and she knew it wouldn't be long before she hit the top and went over. But he abruptly pulled his tongue from inside her flushed pussy. Before she could wonder why, she felt the tongue sliding lower, moving through the crease between her rectal cheeks. He was starting to lick her anus, teasing the tiny, puckered ring. For a brief instant she felt let-down, as if the pleasure-giving tongue no longer wanted to work its way through her. And then, all of a sudden, it began digging into the ring of anal muscle, trying to move through the sphincter, into her sensitive rectum.
"Ooooooohhhhhhhh...." she gasped as the sensation of contact with her orgasmically stimulated anal center sent thrills of spine-tingling wonder through her entire body. Obscene, delightful sensations ran right up to her brain, hitting it with the power of a sensual sledgehammer. Little by little the hot, licking tongue was forcing its way into the tight, restricting passage of her rectum. Her small, round, white body began spasming uncontrollably under the oral assault as insane, maddening ripples moved furiously through her loins and intestines with overpowering and heavy pressure as well as tingling pleasure, completely overwhelming her.
What a hot little bitch, Joseph thought to himself, feeling the way she squirmed with each movement of his tongue. He continued licking, trying to drive it deeper and deeper into her tight little asshole, realizing she was now ready to do anything he wanted.
His solid, pulsating wang felt as stiff as a battering ram as the rolling pressure of his aroused blood continued filling it with bubbling passion, until it felt as if it would split apart. He ached to ram it into her small, tight mouth, pushing the head into her narrow gullet, making her swallow the full length of it. Damn! If he could he would shove the fucking cock right into her belly. And as he thrust it in and out, he would continue working on her sweet pussy with his mouth until she finally came, after which he would pump his entire wad down her throat. And he would keep that cock in place until she swallowed every last drop of his sperm. Christ! He'd never had so strong an urge to fuck a young girl. But even as he continued licking her sweet asshole, he knew this little Cookie was something special.
Forcing his rigid, scooping tongue deeper into her tight asshole, he tasted how carefully clean she was about her internal self. God! He had tasted scores of assholes, but none were as delicious as this particular rectum.
Cookie writhed, squirming maddeningly, feeling his arms lock around the outsides of her thighs to keep her in place as his tongue drove her mind to the brink of sanity. She was already continually screaming, thoroughly enjoying what the teacher was doing to her.
And then he pulled his tongue from her asshole, lifted his face, and made a one hundred and eighty degree turn on the backless couch so his groin now hovered over the young girls beautiful face with a knee planted on either side of her head. His heavy, dangling cock was less than an inch away from the rich red lips of the very young girl. He could feel the warm breath coming from between her lips as it seemed to coat the length of his throbbing cock. His own waiting tongue remained poised above the saliva-soaked lips of her anxious pussy, its tip resting directly over the slit.
"Now," he told her. "Suck my cock, now. Suck it until it floods your tummy with my sperm." And knowing she would do as he said, he stabbed his knifing tongue into the flooding depths of her anxious vagina.
Cookie's mind was a whirling mass of lustfully inspired visions. She recalled how wonderful things had been with her uncle that first time he slipped a finger into her pussy, stretching it. And now the teacher was doing the same thing with his tongue, building her pleasure to a new, higher plateau, moving it back and forth between her vaginal kiln and her tight, sucking anus. She responded to her uncle's fingering by using her hands. And now she knew she would respond to this man's lapping of her genitals by sucking his. It looked like a dangling ice cream cone, hanging upside down. She could see the blueburry-like plum of his glans and wanted to lick it with her tongue until it was white. Yes, she wanted to feel that wonderful, solid hardness pushing into her mouth, stretching her lips and her cheeks, pushing into her gullet, moving back and forth until it flooded her throat and stomach with that mushroom-like sauce. She knew her teacher would be more than happy to do that, and gasped as his laving tongue plunged into her anxious vagina again.
Reaching out a hand, she grabbed the hobbling cock and tugged it down toward her mouth, anxious to discover what so wonderful an instrument tasted like. Her tongue flicked out, catching a drop of lubricant on the very tip. She felt the purple head suddenly jerk as her tongue touched its rubbery flesh. Suddenly she felt elated, knowing she could give this man as much pleasure as he had been giving her. Her conscience would never have let her rest, had she not been able to reciprocate all this man's goodness.
She allowed the building spasms in her stomach to grow as his greedy, lapping tongue continued licking into her tantalized depths, moving with greater intensity. She licked with her own tongue, slurping it around the blood filled head, warming it with her sticky saliva, lapping as if were a lavender lollipop. Her tongue lashed out like a sensuous whip, beating it first on one side, then on the other, beating it again and again. Then running her tongue along the top of his staff, as if weighing his cock on the scale of her oral digit. Hungrily, she opened her mouth wide, sucking the pulsating purple knob within. The moment her lips closed around the violet head, he slammed his hips down, sending the fat, throbbing point all the way to her throat, then pushing it even farther into her, as if trying to ram her throat further down into her belly.
Cookie felt as if she were strangling and choking. Taking a deep breath, she fought off the gagging sensation, and closed her jaws a little around the huge phallus, clmaping her teeth against it. She licked with her tongue as best she could, rolling her lips around the massive baton of flesh, feeling the way it truly widened her mouth. Her cheeks alternately hollowed and bloated as she sucked and pulled. When she managed to pull her head back a little, long, white scratchmarks were there from the edges of her teeth pushing the blood away from his flesh. With only half its length in her mouth now, her lips tightened even more strongly around it. She sucked and sucked, pulling on it, tasting his flesh, starting to truly enjoy the flavor of him. Then little by little, she allowed him to slide it back into her mouth, totally filling her, right to her gullet again. The wonderfully aromatic masculine aroma and flavor of his throbbing cock filled her nostrils and mouth. She became more and more excited, now savagely moving her head up and down, letting her lips, tongue, and teeth run along the length of the thick pillar. She knew if she did this long enough, that white fluid would come geysering out of him, and it would all rush down her throat. She would drink it while it was still hot, and she would really be able to ejjoy it. Yes, she wanted that. , . what was the name of that fluid?
Her mouth slid off his cock, and she gasped to him, "What is it you call the white flow that will come from you? The ejaculation?"
"Ejaculation, sperm, semen, or joy-juice," he gasped, lifting his face from her flooded quim for a moment. Then he took a deep breath and plunged his face right back in.
Cookie's mouth gobbled his cock right back into her throat, her swirling tongue stirring up a whirlpool of lust around the massive instrument.
As her tongue wound around it again and again, she sucked it deeper and deeper into her narrow esophagus. Little by little she pulled the pecker into her anxious gullet, until she had all but the last two inches into her face. Her small, even white teeth, nibbling so close to the base of his throbbing cock, made the sperm in his balls start to boil maddeningly. The anxious need to unleash his sperm became greater and greater each time his throbbing peter moved in and Out of her sucking mouth. Wild sensation followed wild sensation from the throbbing tip of his cock all the way down to his balls.
Joseph pressed his own face harder and harder against her slick groin, trying to push his nose and mouth into the tiny narrow passage of her turbulent vagina. She writhed and shivered as his tongue continued licking in and out, in and out, making her gasp. She was approaching her climax. She knew it. And she also knew it was going to be the finest climax of its kind ever felt by her aching body. He worked his own hips back and forth all the more speedily in the hope of catching up with her. His large, massive hard-on was being driven in and out with greater speed.
Cookie's gullet had become used to the thickness of her teacher's massively broad shaft, and now it thrilled to the hot, hardened cockflesh as it moved in and out of her widely rounded lips. She was so anxious to make it shoot, she found her own saliva dribbling heavily out of her mouth and falling onto her throat. And it was coming out because she was drooling at the prospect of tasting his sperm.
Sensations in her own body were now totally out of control. Her hand cupped the tight, bouncing sac containing his testicles to keep him from being hurt as they bounced against her nose again and again. She felt the two round marbles rolling together inside the sac held by her palm, and she massaged them, making him writhe, circularly. Her lush, ribboned lips felt grotesquely stretched and distended by the hugeness of his moving penis, and each time he thrust downward, making the cock disappear into her mouth, her lips seemed to fold around it. She ran her sensuously enthralled tongue around the thick bulb of his glans again and again, moving the tongue as fast as she could, teasing, stroking, and whipping it into ultimate submission. It seemed to swell that much broader with each lunge of her head as her mouth bobbed lasciviously along the full length of it. The staff was almost beet-red in color, so much blood had been drawn into it. The gigantic cock stretched and widened, pulsating more and more as it sank deeper and deeper into her questing throat.
Her hands were now squeezing his swollen nuts. They tickled, teased, and scratched, begging the hot sperm to come splashing from within, so it could move through his penis, and come out into her throat.
Her own come-starved belly was taking flight into a wondrous eternity of delight, giving her feelings of wonder she had never experienced before. Her lovely red hair continued bobbing up and down along the length of the heavy cock, moving at a faster and faster pace. And all the while she was slamming her own ravenous nookie up into his working mouth, enjoying the probe of his searching tongue, feeling the gathering swells of climactic wonder enlarging within herself. She thought she would go insane if she didn't come shortly. Her thumb and forefinger ringed the base of his weighty cock; pumping furiously, matching the movement of her head. Her fingers could feel his stiff, wiry pubic hair mash against his balls as her mouth anxiously sucked his throbbing dong with all the strength at her command. She urgently wanted to taste that passion-fluid, aching for it to put out the fire raging in her stomach.
She was almost at the summit of her orgasm, and Joseph could sense it. He rammed his tongue farther into the heated clasping suction of her vagina. He was getting to her. The orgasm was beginning to rise inside her girlish body. He could sense it as he had sensed it in all the other girls whose cunts he'd sucked.
Cookie knew she was on the verge. This time it wasn't a sudden thing, breaking over her suddenly and unexpectedly. This time it had built up a little at a time. Now her tight vagina suddenly contracted strongly around his probing tongue, pulling on it, stretching it, tugging as if intending to pull it from his throat.
"EEEEIIIIIYYYAAARRRGGGHHH!" she bellowed, screaming way down from the hollow in the pit of her stomach as her body laddered in a series of monumental contractions of exploding wonder. Her electrified cunt rammed itself solidly against his ravaging mouth as her internal flood began spurting into his face. With a series of loud screams she began spastically orgasming.
"AAAIIIEEE ... Y Y Y A A AGGGHHH ... AAARRRGGGHHH!"
Every part of her body suddenly seemed to explode all over the couch as her inner body became overpoweringly sensitive to the eroticism tearing through her. She felt herself launched on a rocket ride to orgasmic heights as a blistering display of fireworks went off in her head.
Her mouth closed tightly around his throbbing cock, and even as he pulled, he could feel her mouth sucking, sucking, sucking. It was too much for him, and he hit the crest of his own climax, screaming, "HAAAAYYYAAANNNGGGHHH!"
His spurting cock hesitated for a moment, and in that time she had a brief instant to concentrate on the hot, gurgling fluid filling her own vaginal passageway as his tongue licked and sucked, dredging the colorless coil from deep within her.
He sucked and drank like a thirsting animal at a waterhole, causing his immense cock to swell even more before it finally released its spurting flood. He spread his thighs wider and let his body slide straight down, forcing the entire length of his massive prong into the tight, crushing depths of her mouth and gullet. Her lips closed tightly around the pulsing dong as her fingers squeezed his balls, trying to urge the delayed sperm out. She had to taste it, to swallow it, to feed on it. And at last, the hot sticky load seemed to let go. It made the maddening trip up from the bottom of his cock, into the head, and came spurting out from the huge tip like water gushing from a firehose.
The abrupt power of the splashing sperm caught Cookie unprepared, and she felt the seething liquid hit the bottom of her gullet then rise as more and more of it pumped from his throbbing cock. She could taste the delectable mushroom flavor, this time a bit more salty and a little less sweet than her uncle's, and then she relaxed her throat and began swallowing the savory gobs of juice. She was being flooded with it, feeling more of it gush into her mouth than she had expected, and she began drinking desperately, feeling the river of sperm rising in her mouth even as she gulped. But the realization she had brought him to his own satisfaction made her overjoyed. She thrashed about in wild spasms of joy, thinking nothing on earth could be better than this, which she was experiencing now. She loved every bit of what was happening, and her mouth sucked frenziedly at the spewing, twtiching phallus, licking all around the stem with her tongue, swallowing the seed more quickly now, able to keep the tide from rising any higher in her mouth. All the hot, tasty semen oozed down into her hungry, waiting belly. God! She had been waiting so long for this ... or so it seemed. Now she was getting all she'd hoped for, enslaving her more and more; addicting her to the thrills a penis, a mouth, or a finger could bring to her.
Joseph was almost totally out of his mind with delight as he joyfully continued firing his wad down her throat, shooting into her wonderfully sucking mouth. She was far more sensual than any female, young or otherwise, he'd ever known. This was the kind of girl who came along once in a man's lifetime. He knew he wouldn't be able to hold onto her, yet he was thankful for having encountered her. Most men went through life never knowing the true bliss of a female like this. And all this was through one blow-job. God! She would be even more wonderful to fuck. He felt as if he could continue coming forever. And all the while his own mouth continued wildly lapping at the hot oil pouring from her internal chamber, flooding into his mouth at such a great rate, he couldn't keep up with the flow. It was smeared all over his lips and chin, and was dripping from his face back between her thighs. It ran into the crevice between her asscheeks, bathing her prune-like little anus before trickling in tiny droplets onto the cloth couch, below.
Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, the thrills for both of them finally came to a blissful end. Her vaginal lips tightened one last time around his inserted tongue, and then her own head fell back on the couch, leaving the deflated cock alone, letting the air finally hit it.
Raising his head from her satiated pussy, he fought an urge to lie down, and slowly began dressing himself, while looking at her and smiling. He could see his sperm smeared all over her lips and chin, and a string of sperm, still attached to her lips, fell down her neck. She was panting heavily, but at one point she ran her tongue over her lips, tasted the sperm, and licked it all into her mouth, including the wispy strand running from her lips to the side of her neck.
"If you have any other questions," he panted as she started dressing, "don't hesitate to call on me again." They both smiled.
CHAPTER FOUR
When school was over, Cookie joined Sharon in the Malt Shop. Here, all kinds of kids gathered, including those who were hopped up on something other than the confectioneries sold in the soda shop. The two girls ordered chocolate ice cream sodas, and sat in a booth at the far end of the room. Cookie paid for both sodas. Her father was giving her a thirty five dollar a week allowance while she stayed in the States, not counting the money he had given her aunt to use for purchasing clothing for Cookie.
"Hey, luscious," a tall, snotty boy called out to Sharon as the two girls were talking. "Whyn'tcha introduce me to your new friend."
"Take off, Scotty," the girl replied. "She doesn't need to meet creeps like you."
Sharon fended off approaches from a half dozen other boys while she and Cookie chatted. Cookie did most of the talking, telling Sharon about her home in Central America. The talk eventually got around to boys, and Cookie confided she didn't find American boys any more interesting than the boys in her own country.
"Young girls need to know adult men," Sharon confided. "Aan has more respect for a girl. And if a girl has an affair with a man, the man is less likely to tell than a boy."
"An affair?" Cookie asked.
"You know, if they sleep together."
"Sleep together?"
"Honey, I mean if they fuck."
"Ah, you mean if he performs intromission with her."
"Right," Sharon nodded.
"And this you call fuck?" Cookie asked.
"It's a slang way of putting it, but it's probably the most accurate way of phrasing it ever devised."
"Ah, and have you ever done this fucking?"
"No," Sharon smiled. "I haven't found anyone I'd want to do it with."
"Also, you do not want to have the baby," Cookie pointed out.
"I'm on the Pill," Sharon told her.
"The Pill?" Cookie asked, again perplexed.
"It's a contraceptive pill used to prevent pregnancy, in case I should ever find someone I'd like to fuck me."
"You should meet my Uncle, Senor Don Koelbel. He is very nice. He would be a man who would probably do very well with you if he were to fuck you."
"How would you know?" Sharon asked, "Has he fucked you?"
"Oh no! But he is handsome and tall."
"That's only part of the story," Sharon told her. "A man has to be kind, considerate, warm-hearted."
"He is all these things," Cookie nodded. "Someday I hope he will do me the honor of fucking me."
"The honor?" Sharon smiled. "Just give him half a chance and he'll honor you. Me, I think I'd like to try an experience with a girl before I try a man."
"Can you fuck with a girl?" Cookie asked.
"Not exactly," Sharon told her. "But it would still be an experience if I could find the right girl."
"Perhaps, someday, we may try something together," Cookie said to her.
Sharon looked at her and saw Cookie was serious. The redheaded girl wasn't making fun of her.
"It's so hard to believe I've found a really good friend," Sharon finally replied.
"I wish so much to remain a good friend to you," Cookie told her. "I will prove this, tomorrow. Both my aunt and my uncle work during the day. Come with me to the house, and after we do our homework, we can try what you call an experience with each other."
"Oh Cookie, that'd be super. That'd really be something fabulous."
"I feel a kind of love for you, Sharon," Cookie told her. "This being the case, I think we should carry that love as far as possible."
"Hey, I'm with you all the way," Sharon agreed. "You're somebody really special. Doing something with you will really be something else. Oh wow!"
"I think we will be better and better friends as time goes by," Cookie told her.
"Golly, then we can share secrets together. I have a whole batch of them I'd like to tell you. Hey, let's do homework at my house today, and afterward, we can talk."
"Good," Cookie nodded. And to herself, she thought, perhaps soon I can share my secret of Senor Don with Sharon.
CHAPTER FIVE
Cookie stayed with Sharon until four thirty, then hurried around the corner to her aunt and uncle's house. She knew her uncle would be home by six and he would want his dinner on the table. Her aunt usually didn't get home until five or five thirty, through she left the office where she worked at four.
Putting her key in the lock, Cookie opened the door. Hearing muted voices coming from upstairs, she kept the screen door from slamming, closing it quietly. Then she put her books on a nearby coffee table, closed the front door quietly, and slipped off her shoes. Tiptoeing up the stairs, she saw the door to her aunt's and uncle's bedroom was closed. But by pressing her ear to the door, she could hear voices inside. She recognized her aunt's voice, but the man's voice was that of a stranger to her.
Going into the bathroom, Cookie shut the door, then opened the huge linen closet behind the sliding mirrors. In the ceiling above the top shelf out of the linen closet, after removing the sheets and pillow cases resting on it, and she was able to quietly ease out the trapdoor in the ceiling, as well.
Using the other shelves as steps, she climbed into the closet and through the trapdoor into the musty attic. She remembered all the ceilings on the top floor were made of treated rustic logs, as if to create a log cabin appearance. And between the logs were spaces. Now, in the attic, on top of the logs, she squirmed across them until she was over her aunt's bedroom. She was able to look down, and what she saw surprised her, though she was in no way shocked. No one told her fucking between people not married to one another was wrong, so she took it for granted what her aunt was doing, was all right.
Staring through the crack in the floor, she could see her beautiful, raven-haired aunt kissing a man she'd never seen before. Juanita's flicking tongue came out and moistened her rich, ripe lips, making them shine. She had large, heavy breasts, and they were jutting out from an open blouse. She was turning toward the strange man, her eyes shining with wanting licentiousness.
"You're sure your husband won't surprise us by coming home ahead of time?" the balding man asked.
"Don is a hard, conscientious worker when it comes to his business," Juanita replied. "He never leaves before five thirty, and it takes him a half hour to drive home. Don't worry, Andy. Even my niece has found a friend. I met the other girl last night, when I came home from work. They stayed downstairs doing homework until nearly quarter to six. Then Cookie watched a little TV, and helped me make dinner. Today Cookie is at the other girl's house and likely to remain there until five thirty. We have almost an hour."
"I still wish we had gone to a motel," the man called Andy said. He was bulky, broad-shouldered, and had a bit of a beer belly. But Cookie had to admit he was handsome.
Cookie watched as her aunt's heavy breasts pressed against the man's shirt front, and their open mouths clashed together. Juanita's tongue was stabbing into Andy's mouth, teasing his palate, tickling his own tongue, moving from side to side but going deeper and deeper as if trying to sink into his throat. It lashed wildly through his mouth repeatedly, making Andy fully realize the monumental fires raging through her body. Her mouth created the impression she was trying to suck all of him into her; as if his being there was the only thing to cool the blistering heat inside her.
Andy remained still, letting the dark-haired, dark-eyed woman do all the work. When she finally peeled her lips from his, her breath coming raggedly from her throat, he seemed unaffected.
"Like it?" she asked.
"It was nice," he admitted. "But you can do better."
"And I will," she promised, her shuddering voice pregnant with passion.
Now she removed her clothing, letting her high, round breasts rully reveal themselves. Cookie, watching, was awed at the fullness and beauty of her aunt's tits. Considering their fullness, standing by themselves was amazing.
"Like what you see?" she asked, knowing full well he did. He had to. He was a lusting man, and she was smart enough to know she was a beautiful woman.
The glistening look in his eyes made excitement rain through her body as he walked back and forth, examining her, front and rear. He reached out and took a handful of asscheek, gripping it firmly, noting its roundness and lack of cellulite.
"Yeah," he muttered, "you got one hulluva bod there. Just the right amount of flesh, not too little, not too much. And I dig that smooth skin."
Smooth skin? Cookie guessed smooth, baby-like skin ran in her father's family. Her own skin was even more smooth and baby-like, as was her father's. In fact, her father had smoother skin than her mother.
"How d'you keep your skin so soft?" he asked.
"I use sperm as a body lotion," Juanita laughed. "And now I'm going to let you see how smooth and soft I am, inside."
He was in front of her, feeling the thick expansion of her nipples with his fingers as they grew like thick pieces of licorice. Each nipple had a large, dark aureole surrounding it, making her breasts look even sexier.
"Like what I'm doing?" he asked, doing his best to find her most sensitive spots.
"Very much," Juanita admitted.
His palms were pressed flat against each of her breasts now, moving circularly, rubbing them with not too much pressure. Then he slid his palms away and caught her nipples between his fingers, pulling, tugging, teasing, and enlarging them even more. She responded by closing her eyes and gasping, letting him know he was doing the right thing. Her body swayed from side to side, and seemed in some kind of trance. She almost stumbled, and her hand reached down and got a good solid grip on his cock, steadying herself. She had to grip it through his pants, but it was swollen enough to stand out, enabling her to do so.
"Wow!" he gasped, jumping away. "You're a real cock squeezer."
"Don't you like it?" Juanita asked.
"Yeah, but I like to think I'm running this show. So you let me tell you when you can go for my prick. Okay?"
"Yes, lord and master," she laughed, sighing as his hands rubbed her nipples all the harder now.
Men were all alike, Juanita thought to herself. They all want to prove themselves gods. Some, thinking only of themselves, try hurrying things.
Others, thinking a woman enjoys an overlong period of foreplay, prolong things beyond endurance. Andy was obviously one of the latter, making things last until it all seemed so unbearable. But she remained where she was, watching him sit on the edge of the bed while his fingers continued their playing with her nipples. Little by little his hands worked their way down from her breasts, along the sides of her body, catching the elastic waistband of her panties, pulling them down to her ankles. She automatically lifted her feet and stepped out of them, leaving them on the floor.
"Like having your cunt fingered?" he asked.
"Very much," she nodded.
Cookie continued watching, thrilled to know she was no different from her aunt when it came to enjoying things. Juanita had come to the United States when she was eighteen, and Cookie was willing to bet she knew almost as little about fucking as she (Cookie) had known when she'd first arrived. Now her aunt seemed very knowledgeable, but still enjoyed the same things Cookie had come to live in the past three days.
Cookie was also smart enough to realize her aunt wanted this kept secret. She didn't know why, but everyone who indulged in sex seemed to try hiding it from everyone else, as if it were something terrible instead of something wonderful. Her uncle, Senor Don didn't want anyone knowing what he did with Cookie. And since he didn't discuss his sex life with Juanita, it was obvious he didn't want that known, either.
She watched as Andy's thick fingers were already touching the puffy, hair-covered pelvis of her aunt, and seeing him do that made Cookie shudder. Even though she'd had a mind-blasting orgasm with Mr. Joseph, earlier in the day, and it kept her calm and relaxed until now, she first began feeling the creeping urges of lust move through her youthful body. Her aunt was quivering at the man's touch.
Andy ran his fingers lightly up and down the center crack, just barely letting the tips touch the tender flesh in there. Every now and again he pressed fingers against her convex labia, pressing them slightly apart, and then his middle finger would move into the division between her tender labia, parting them even more widely.
Juanita opened her thighs wider now, thrilling and shivering to the pressure of his finger moving into her. She could feel his other hand pressing on her rounded buttocks, fingers squeezing the soft flesh of her asscheeks. Each little movement made him smile, knowing he was the one responsible for it. Little by little his middle finger was pushing its way into her liquid center, snaking into her tight cunt.
"God!" he gasped. "You have one helluva narrow hole down there. It's gonna be a real pleasure pushing my cock into it."
She stood there, shuddering, feeling his finger ease back and forth, making her inner tunnel wetter and wetter. And then he slowly eased his finger out of her.
The next time he pushed, he was pressing two fingers into her tightness, rotating them, trying to widen her interior channel. Her body responded automatically, churning in the opposite direction from which his fingers were moving. He rubbed harder and harder, spreading his two fingers as far apart as possible in such narrow confines. Juanita was gasping aloud, all but thrusting her pelvis back and forth to match the movements of his stabbing fingers, feeling his digits rub her inner walls until she thought they would bleed.
"Like it?" Andy asked, pressing his fingers a bit deeper.
"Ohhhhh ... yesssss ... yessss ... yessss...." she answered.
"Good. In a minute we're gonna do something I like. You're gonna give me some head."
"Ahhhhh ... yes ... That is something I would very much like," Juanita nodded as Andy's fingers rammed themselves into Juanita's pussy with greater and greater effort, building the passions in her body to an extremely sensuous pitch. The man really seemed to be knowing what he was doing, even if this was the first time he had ever been with Juanita.
Slowly sliding his sticky fingers from her churning cave, he said, "Sit!" and motioned to the bed.
Juanita sat, parting her loins. Andy moved between them, ramming his open hands under her asscheeks, raising her pussy as he lowered his head. His lips pressed against the rich tan softness of her thigh as his mouth slowly moved toward her bubbling pussy.
Just like Senor Joseph did with me, Cookie thought, watching as the strange man's tongue snaked out and began slurping into her aunt's wide-open gash.
"Ohhhhhhh ... agggghhhhhhhh...." Juanita gasped. "It feels so wonderfullllll...."
Juanita felt the thick tongue slide slowly up the length of her sopping well and press flatly against her tender clitoris. Then it slowly slid back down again, carefully pushing itself a little at a time into the tight, blistering center of her aching vagina. She could feel him pressing his face so strongly against her body, his cheeks were being rubbed by her long, curly pubic hair. And as his lips kissed her labia, his tongue lanced all the way into the burning center of her frothing pussy. Her body flopped back onto the wide bed, her round breasts jiggling madly as his lancing lingual digit drove her insane with anguished passion.
Juanita was a naturally passionate woman. True, she was unaware of her husband's philandering, but she felt he didn't give her enough cock, even though he fucked her on an average of four nights a week. She needed more, much more, and if Don couldn't give it to her, she would take it from whomever was capable of giving it to her. True, she had to be discreet about it. She didn't want to end up with some blabbermouth, or get caught by some blackmailer. So she was always careful about her lovers. And she always brought them to her own home, knowing no hidden cameras could be set up in advance. She never had any one man other than her husband more than once in any month, and when she did make an arrangement with a man, it was something done on the spot, for the same day, so there would be no chance of the man getting hold of a camera or a hidden tape recorder.
Juanita was an outgoing woman, and could make any man feel comfortable with her, expecially in bed. It took almost no time for a man to adapt to her. True, he would think he was bending her to his will, but for the most part, she was doing what she wanted to do, anyway, and as a result, made the man do things for her he may not normally have done with other women.
Andy was a bit rougher than most men she accepted as lovers, but she enjoyed him, if only for a change of pace. She was already used to his mannerisms, and his attempts at domination. Yet he was the one eating her at the moment.
His tongue was lapping into her with regularity now, pressuring her shuddering clit, then sliding into her tight, sucking, heated vestibule, while both hands were busy squeezing her round asscheeks. His left pinky was moving closer and closer to her puckered anal center, and now it was parting her asscheeks and pressing into the rectum. Little by little it was worming its way into her. All the while his lips sucked on her sweet clitoris and his tongue licked with throbbing pressure.
"Wonderful," she sighed. "Wonderful, so wonderful ... I love ittttttt ... ohhhhhhh...."
Andy licked all the more strongly, pressing the flat of his tongue ever deeper into her womanly pit, dredging out the tasty lucrication she was emitting, then drinking it down as if it were the rarest of wines. Every now and again his tongue paused to press itself against the heated button of her tender man-in-the-boat, making her writhe madly. He could tell she loved wriggling, and made a point of touching all the sensitive areas designed to make her undulate. His lips took a firm hod on her vellicating clitoris while his tongue began wildly whipping it up and down, up and down, causing her entire lush torso to writhe all over the bed. Juanita trembled and slammed her moving vagina eagerly against his open mouth, feeling his finger push in and out of her rectal cavity, moving deeper and deeper until the entire length of pinky was inside her.
Because of the positioning of the dresser mirror, Cookie was able to see the pinky moving in and out of her aunt's ass. It had never occurred to her to have a finger pushed into her rectum. But her aunt seemed to be really enjoying it, so she surmised it was probably a lot of fun. Sooner or later, Senor Don would probably do something like that to her. He was such a kind, gentle person, always wanting to make sure she learned things slowly, with no pain. Just watching her aunt, Cookie knew the woman would eventually reach some sort of satisfaction, but more important, she would be very tired out for awhile. It would be up to her to prepare the supper while her aunt rested.
"Ohhhhhhh...." Juanita gasped. "It feels so ... aggghhhhhh goooooooooooddddddddduuuuuhhhhhhh!!!"
Her body was writhing up and down at a very fast pace, and Cookie stared, not believing it was possible for a female body to rocket up and down so quickly. Staring at her aunt, she realized the dark-haired woman kept her passions well-hidden in front of other people. To look at her, no one would guess she had such fire in her. Dios! Watching the way this strange man was mouthing her aunt's cunt was driving her own body into wild frenzies. She could see he was a man who was very experienced at this sort of thing, and looking at the way he was eating, making loud slurping noises, caused her to be greatly aroused.
She had been rubbing her own pussy through her crotch. Now her finger was pushing the crotch band aside, probing into her juicing vagina. This was the first time she had ever thought to touch herself there. But if others, like Senor Don And Mr. Joseph could touch her there, then she should be able to put her own fingers there. Ay carramba, it felt so good! But as she moved her fingers deeper into her simmering vagina, she realized touching herself was not nearly as much fun as having a man touch her. She was doing this only because there was no man around to please her.
Staring down between the cracks in the floor, she gazed at her aunt's fully developed body as it moved more and more wildly on the bed. She noticed her aunt's tapered thighs were closing tightly around the head of the strange man, and when Juanita shouted, "AAAAAIIIIIEEEEEYYYY-YAAAAAGGGGGHHHHH!" Cookie knew her aunt was enjoying a total climax.
Juanita felt the blast erupt inside her living body with the power of a volcanic explosion. She flailed the air wildly with closed fists as her buttocks writhed on the bed again and again. Her body had always been completely enslaved to the voluptuous sensations running through it.
Andy was draining all the juicy flow from her tight cunt as one would suck liquid from a cut peach. His pinky was still in Juanita's ass, intensifying the sensations in her body, making her buck madly, and causing the spray shooting from her pussy to splash all over his face. Her full breasts banged solidly into her chest again and again as her body rose and fell. Her stomach muscles tightened and pulled all the way in, then loosened and seemed ripple out. Her muscles tautened and relaxed again and again, and all the while her body was moving from one side of the bed to the other, and back.
Andy's hands were strong. Even as his pinky slipped out of her rectum, his fingers clutched her asscheeks firmly, keeping her from falling off the bed. His tongue continued lasciviously lapping the tasty flow pouring from within her thighs as they continued compressing tightly around his face.
Little by little Juanita's body began to slowly relax. That was when Andy finally was able to slide his face from between her tan, columnar thighs.
"Now its my turn, baby," he told her, getting to his feet and stripping down.
Cookie could see his beer belly as it hung, but she knew it wasn't going to get in the way of his cock. Staring between the logs making up the floor of the attic, she could see Andy had one helluva nice-sized cock. True, it didn't quite match that of her uncle's or her teacher's in length, but it had as much width as either of theirs, and it seemed to be knowing what it wanted as it twitched violently like a cobra. But even if it knew what it wanted, Cookie didn't know. There seemed to be so much a man could do with his cock. How would this man use his?
Juanita was already sitting up on the bed, reaching out, grabbing the thick phallus, squeezing it and making it harder and thicker.
"Hey, baby," Andy gutturally said to Juanita. "Did you dig the way I muffed that cunt of yours?"
"Loved it," Juanita sighed, knowing what was coming.
"Good, good, "cause now we're gonna make the old cock happy by sinking him into that sweet mouth of yours and letting you give the best head you ever did give."
"But of course," Juanita nodded, smiling.
"Come on, beautiful, let those luscious lips linger around my lingam."
Sliding off the bed, Juanita knelt on the floor as Andy sat on the bed. Her mouth opened very wide, forming a perfect O, and her lips and tongue moved forward, welcoming the rich red point of the thick penis into her sucking mouth. One hand tightly gripped the base of the heavy prong, while her other hand instantly cupped his pulsating balls as they swelled inside a shinking scrotum.
Flaming impulses chased one another through Juanita's voluptuous torso as her mouth swallowed in the entire length of Andy's throbbing prick before starting to slide back and forth. She gobbled in the entire length of it with practiced ease, almost letting him know she could probably swallow even more, if necessary. She knew he thought he was dominating her, and it added to the feeling in him. That was good, because the better he felt, the better he would make her feel.
Her teeth nibbled along the entire length of the heavy phallus, biting and chewing, making him gasp with charged delight. And then she slid her mouth off the stolid wanger, lifted it out of the way, and began sucking his balls into her mouth. They pushed into the sides, bloating her cheeks as her tongue continued licking the scrotum all around. She was letting him know he could be getting the pipe-job of his life before he finally stuck that throbbing prick into the depths of her cunt; already getting heated up again. Her hands ran up and down the insides of his thighs, stopping only to massage his heavy buttocks now and again. Her tongue whipped around the bloated sac again and again, making him pull the breath in between closed teeth as he gasped and shuddered.
Cookie, her finger still pressed into her own damp slit, watched, taking it all in, learning from what she saw.
So, she thought, a man likes to have his cojones sucked, too. I will have to try that sometime.
Life, she decided, was a never-ending process of learning. But things like this were a pleasure to learn.
Juanita's entire body was calling out now, aching to feel the cock above the balls she was sucking, inside her pussy. All this teasing and mouthing of one another's organs had served to make her hotter than ever. The one orgasm, as wonderful as it had been, had not nearly been enough. Hell! With Don she had three or more orgasms each time he tongued her, and close to a half dozen each time he fucked her.
She was smart enough to know Andy probably only had one load inside him. He was a man of forty-odd years. Had he been a teenager, he probably would have been able to come two or three times, himself. But as men grew older, they were able to have less and less orgasms during each session. To compensate, they seemed to take a longer time to reach their one climax, and during that time she could come six different times.
Her mouth released his testicles and returned to his cock, filling itself with the long, thick, hard meat. Her head rolled left, then right, her cheeks sucking in and pressing on the heavy staff of meat. She felt his hands push in on her cheeks to enhance the sensation for his throbbing cock as her mouth slid back and forth. He was shoving his hard prick into her face with slow, measured strokes.
Juanita's eyes were tightly closed as she concentrated on enjoying the delicious taste of the heavy phallus. Every inward stroke, riding along her tongue, let her taste the true flavor of his quivering cock. Every outward stroke let her taste the colorless gravy continually seeping from the slit in the ripe head of his prong. Her vagina began quaking, anticipating, knowing it wouldn't be long before that wonderful cock on which she was now sucking would shortly bury itself between her anxious thighs.
Her lips closed all the more solidly around his rigid phallus, and now she began lightly biting with her teeth, tantalizing certain sensitive areas on the thrusting penis as she gobbled her way all the way down to the hair-covered pelvis, again. Her full, vuluptuous breasts were vibrating with anticipation. Their nipples became more and more sensitive with each passing moment. The interior of her body was feeling all the more heated and anxious. Soon, soon, she would have this wonderful stick of flesh, hardened by blood, filling her vital internal cunt, making her vibrate with delicious desire. Soon, very soon.
Andy stared down at the way this sexy piece of ass was eating his cock. God! She had been worth waiting for. It had taken him months to convince her to put out for him, but by God she was ten times better than he had ever imagined. She was fantastic.
Cookie stared in awe, wishing she could trade places with her aunt at that moment. To think she was having the pleasure of sucking on the full length of that man's solid dick. After her own experience with Mr. Joseph, Cookie knew she was every bit as capable of swallowing a cock like that.
Andy continued slamming his thick prong in and out of the dark-haired woman's mouth, moving it faster and faster, feeling the rubbery head touch her esophagus. She was so anxious to continue tasting him, her own sputum was dribbling out her mouth, falling on the cover of the bed.
Andy was feeling a wild thrill building up in his pulsating cock. Before his marriage he hadn't fooled around at all. Sex hadn't meant anything to him. It was after he married he realized all the years he wasted in not fucking. Determined to make up for it, he went on a fucking bender ever since. He screwed them young and old, short and tall, ugly and pretty, since none of these things had anything to do with the innate ability of a female to screw. But none of them had the expertise of this one. Hell! His own wife finally became a good lay, after years of training, but she was nowhere near as good as Juanita. God! This was one hell of a cock eater.
"That's enough," he gasped, yanking his prong from her sucking mouth.
And now Juanita knew her twitching, aching vagina was about to receive what it had been aching for, all this time. She lay back on the bed, spreading her loins wide apart as Andy slid his fingers along her inner thighs until they reached the lush growth covering her pelvis and surrounding her pussy. He stroked his fingers through her pelvic hair again and again, as if combing it, letting his fingernails lightly scratch the sensitive outer labia, causing her to squirm. Her clitoris peeped out from its hiding place, and he began massaging it.
Juanita was already churning her asscheeks wildly against the bed, madly responding to the way he was touching her. Every man was different. Every man had his own ideas as to how best to make a woman come. One of the advantages of using so many different men was so she could compare techniques. Knowing she was about to experience another new man, she became hotter and hotter. Her hands clutched the bed covers, her nails digging in as the hand he wasn't using on her pussy began caressing the sharp nipples of her breasts, turning them into enlarged, fleshy studs.
Cookie stared at the way Andy was running his fingers through her aunt's pubic hair. This built the flames in her own body a bit higher, and she began stroking her pussy a bit more strongly, feeling the enlarged clit poke out, begging for attention. Fire was burning heavily within her, and she found herself violently trembling and shuddering, chewing on her lower lip to keep herself from screaming out loud.
Juanita was bouncing madly, her ass rising higher and higher off the bed as the man's fingers continued to work their way through her pelvic hair again and again, fondling her clit, tickling her to a point of uncontrollable shivering. A second climax was about to blast through her. Oh God! She could feel it simmering deep down inside, and at any moment it would come roaring up and out of her. And then it hit.
"YYYYYAAAAAIIIII-AAAAAGGGGGHHHHH!" she screamed, and a blast of pussy water came jetting out her tight hole, drenching his hand as well as the bedcovers.
The climax was a prelude to more. Instead of any kind of oversensitivity, her body clamored for more. God! When was he going to nail that cock into her.
"Come on," she gasped. "Fuck that cock of yours into me. I need it. I need it badly."
"Yeah, honey," he grinned. "I know you need it. And I'll give it to you when I'm good and ready."
"PLEASE!!!"
"Please!!!" she begged.
Instead of responding, he flipped her over onto her belly, pulling her thighs wide apart. Once again he rammed two fingers into the heated broiler of her throbbing cunt. He could feel the way her tight, crushing, vaginal walls shivered and trembled with excitement as his fingers moved all the way in and stayed there. Leaning down, he sank his teeth into her asscheeks, making her scream, "No, Andy! Don't leave marks. For the love of heaven don't leave marks for my husband to see."
Why? Cookie wanted to know. What was so terrible about Senor Don finding out? What was so awful for him to learn his wife had been given pleasure by another man? None of this made sense to her. Tia Juanita was doing things, not wanting Senor Don to know. And Senor Don did things with Cookie, not wanting Tia Juanita to know. This was all craziness.
Cookie stared at the teethmarks Andy left on Juanita's asscheeks. She almost wished she felt the man biting her own buttocks. Everything seemed so topsy-turvy. Back home in Central America she never wanted anyone to bite her. Now, having already experienced what it felt like to have man's mouth on her pussy, feeling his teeth pulling at her clitoris, she wondered just how good it would feel to have his teeth sink into her buttocks, gently nibbling, tooth-kissing her silky hot girlish buns.
Her fingers pressed deeper into the tight little hole of her tiny virgin cunt, rubbing back and forth, massaging her clitoris, aching to feel a mouth there all over again, while another mouth licked her asshole, and two other mouths bit each of her buttocks. Could there be anything better than the feeling of a mouth on her cunt?
Her fingers pushed deeper and deeper into the tight, narrow hole of her pussy, feeling how extra sensitive she was in there. Mr. Joseph's tongue had made her sensitively aware of the multitude of nerves cross-wired through her tissues, inside. If she rubbed them long enough and hard enough, reaching enough of them at once, she might be able to bring herself to a climax. Either that, of if she continued rubbing her clitoris she knew she would reach some kind of satisfaction. But it would be nothing compared to what Mr. Joseph's tongue did to her.
"I feel so hot inside me," Juanita was gasping, her belly writhing all over the bed.
The thrills caused by his chewing teeth multiplied the desires in her body, and she felt a greater need than ever for his cock, that magical male penetration she so longed to experience.
"I ... uhhhhh ... can feel ... uhhhhh ... it coming againnnn...." she gasped, as his two fingers continued slithering in and out of her seething pussy while his mouth continued to chew and lap at her pubescently jutting asscheeks.
"Ummmmm!" was all he said, chewing hard.
"Third one," she gasped. "I can feel it. Third one, building inside me. Uhhhhhh ... GOIIIIIIINNNNNGGGGGG ... UHHHHHH ... TO ... AAAAAHHHHH ... COMMMMMME ... AAAAARRRRRGGGGGHHHHH!"
And the climax powered into her like a battering fist, making her writhing body squirm all the more. His fingers continued moving in and out of her as his mouth kept on chewing her asscheeks.
"Like it, baby?" he gasped, raising his face for a moment.
"Andy, Andy, for the love of God, do it to me! Oh please, please, fuck meeee!"
Pulling his fingers from her sopping pussy, he forced her to remain on her belly, then knelt between her thighs, gripping his cock in his fist, rubbing the red, mottled point against her ultra sensitive lips.
"This what you want?" he asked.
"You know it," she snapped back. "Put it into me.
"If I do, it'll all be over for me in a matter of minutes," he teased. "I think this is a hell of a lot more fun."
"You sonofabitch!" Juanita snapped. "If you don't stick that log of yours into my cunt right now, you can bet this'll be the last time we'll ever get together."
"You've made your point," Andy nodded, a wild gleam in his eye. "Only I like to fuck dog-style. So let's keep you right where you are, on your stomach."
Juanita poised herself before he had a chance to blink. She was up on her knees, pointing her ass in the air, aiming her tight twat toward his shuddering cock, keeping her weight forward, on her forearms. She felt his cockhead press closer and closer, the tip barely between the flaps of her inner lips.
"This what you've been waiting for, baby?" he asked, moving the heavy knob up and down through her slit.
"You know it," she gasped. "Come on! Put it in!"
"You got it," he told her, moving forward a bit.
He began slowly sliding it into her, thrusting it forward like a burnished blade being fitted into a custommade scabbard. He felt her tightness seize him and begin to instantly suck him into her. The adhesive walls of her lathered pussy tightly clung to whatever part of him moved into her, preventing him from moving any deeper, yet insistently sucking to keep him from pulling out. His helmeted tip seemed to widen her tightv clinging walls after a time, and Juanita began feeling the security of a heavy cock inside her. At last, she was getting what she wanted. She bucked her buttocks higher, swallowing his cock into the frothing depths of her swampy hollow.
Cookie stared, unable to believe the narrow hole of her aunt's tight cunny could open and stretch wide enough to swallow up so much cock. This made her try shoving her fingers even deeper into her own wedge, but her digits were in as far as they could go.
"Unnnnhhhh ... ahhhhhh ... ooooooooh...." Juanita gasped, feeling the steel wool of his pubic hair rub against her tender outer labia.
Si, si, si, Cookie sighed. Push more of it into her. It gives my sweet aunt so much enjoyment. Give her the full length of it.
Her own girlish fingers were digging into the soft, juicy flesh of her tight tenderness. She could feel the way her own vaginal labia seemed to cling to her fingers, and it gave her some small, vague idea how it felt for a cunt to cling to a cock. But her virginal body still didn't know the thrill of a penis, and no matter how she tried to imagine how it must feel to have a prick fill her up, her imagination just wasn't enough.
Andy buried his stolid stanchion as far into Juanita's dripping hole as it would go. He rotated his hips against her asscheeks, took a deep breath, pulled his aching dong back until only the head was immersed in her foaming pussy, then slammed forward again. Juanita had been prepared for the thrust. Her round ass was high up in the air, and as he powered forward, she slammed her body back, taking his wonderful thickness into the aching depths of her crushing bog. The wonderful feel of his meaty prong being crammed into her sent electric thrills shooting into her brain.
She began corkscrewing her body around the pounding cock, twitching her full buttocks from one side to the other, making his deeply buried prick rub against one side of her interior, and then another. Each time he lanced his cockspear into her, Juanita felt him touch another sensual area.
On his knees now on the bed, Andy had the upper half of his body erect and upright. His hands had a tight grip on her asscheeks, squeezing them together so he could make the grip of her cunt even tighter as he spiked it into her velvety-hot interior again and again. Her body worked in perfect unison with his, pumping back as he slammed forward, moving forward as he pulled back. Her mouth was wide open, sucking in air, gasping and wheezing.
The head of his hard cock kept up a beating throb against her tight cervix, hitting it again and again. Juanita felt the air whooshing out of her lungs in frantic gulps as her fingers clutched the bedcovers more and more tightly.
Andy, aroused more than ever by the tightness of her creaming vagina, felt the heated burning of her interior seemingly roast his hard cock. He speeded up the way his cock was spiking through her tender interior, and it made his hard cock swell even more, building greater pressure in Juanita's pussy. The cock felt like a growing balloon as it continued slamming away, driving her toward the climactic apex she was seeking. Christ! She had to admit she'd chosen a good one, this time.
Andy added to her pleasure by reaching out with his finger and sinking it into her tight asshole, making the pressure in her cunt that much tighter. Her nipples rubbed against the bedcovers, massaging themselves and building wild sensations throughout her body. His finger moved rapidly, sometimes stroking through her ass two and three times for each thrust of his powering cock. She could feel his heavy balls slamming against her pelvis, tickling her clitoris, and it made her squirm even more.
"Go, girl, GO," Andy shouted. "Fuck like there's no tomorrow. Move that sexy ass of yours, baby. Fuck, and FUCK, AND FUCK!"
"Unnnh ... unnnhh ... UNNNHHHH...." was all she could reply.
Fire blazed higher and higher in her body. The orgasm for which she had been waiting was there, filling her as she bounced wildly and madly, shrieking, "AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH-HHHRRRRRGGGGGHHHHH!"
She began coming wildly, her body bouncing and spinning wildly all over the place. Crazy, insane sensations rolled through her body the way thunder rolled through the heavens. She tossed and turned and trembled, vibrating from her head to her feet, tensing herself and screaming another loud, "YIIIIIIAAAAAGGGGGHHHHH!" A fourth orgasm shot through her, and on its heels came a fifth.
Andy continued fucking his cock madly into her seething, creaming, coming cunt. He could feel the wild contractions inside her before tugging his rigid rod from her flooded pussy. He also yanked his fingers from her asshole.
"Noe you're gonna see why I dig dog-style," he told her.
"What do you mean?" Juanita gasped.
"I mean you're gonna take my cock in your ass."
For Juanita this was nothing new. She had been fucked in the ass by Don, her husband, as many times as he'd fucked her cunt and her mouth. She had loved it the very first time her husband had fucked her there.
But to Cookie this was amazing. To think her aunt was about to feel a cock pushed into her ass. One of Cookie's hands pushed past her vagina, moving back so her forefinger could touch her asshole. She was amazed at how tight and how small her own rectum seemed to be. She had tremendous difficulty widening the sphincter with her fingertip so she could fit the finger inside. Yet, with one hand fingering her tight pussy, and the other fingering her anus, she felt a new, different wildness invade her girlish body. Dios! She was learning something new every hour, not just every day. Even so, she found it impossible to believe any asshole could contain a cock. Her eyes were glued to the crack between the treated logs making up the attic floor and her aunt's bedroom ceiling.
"Okay, baby," Andy said. "Here we go. Ready?"
"Go ahead," Juanita nodded.
Terrific! Andy thought. Not one word of protest from her. She took everything. This was some great broad. He hoped he could get her to agree to see him again. He was having the wildest time of his life.
Juanita felt the thick cockhead press against her rectum and she completely relaxed her body, knowing that was the only way it would fit into her without causing her pain. He leaned forward, slowly pressing it into her. She was able to feel the massive dome separate her rectal walls as the mighty cock slid slowly into her ass.
Shit! Andy thought. Her ass is tighter than that of a newborn babe's. God! She's so fucking narrow in there! She must be feeling all kinds of pain. But the truth of the matter was, Juanita wasn't feeling anything other than pleasure. With five separate orgasms still lingering inside her, the powering press of his cock in her ass was building her to new, wonderful heights of sensation. But she had to make him feel virile, and so she murmured, "You have such a large cock. It feels so huge inside me."
"Yeah, well you're the first doll to be able to take all of it without screaming bloody murder. Jesus, baby! You have the greatest body in the world. I thought your mouth was fabulous, but it didn't compare to the tightness of your cunt. And your cunt can't begin to match your asshole. Christ!"
He slammed forward, and the power of his driving thrust made Juanita press her hands into the mattress to keep herself from falling flat. She felt the broad prick squirm into her as if he were hammering thick studs into her. She thought her ass might be halved like a ripe melon the way he was driving in, slamming in repeatedly, over and over, widening her tight tunnel, stretching it, making it hold his mighty prong.
Her ass began spiraling insanely, writhing, squirming, shaking, and trembling with delight as she thrilled to the force of his driving cock. He wanted to fuck her ass, ah! Well she'd give him an ass-fuck he'd never forget. She'd make her ass whirl like a dervish.
Juanita began rotating her buttocks insanely as he plunged in and out, and twice he nearly fell out of her. Somehow he managed to stay put, but barely. This caused him to drive his throbbing cock into her all the harder. Then she began bucking up and down, and once again she almost completely hurled him out of her. Only by ramming his cock all the way into her ass and keeping it there, wrapping his arms around her thighs, was he able to stay inside. He pressed his weight against her, forcing her to slowly sink to the bed, and he fell right along with her because her anal cavity clutched his meat with more power than a sucking leech.
Lying full length on her back, with his heavy prick still firmly buried inside her, he began buggering her with long, sodomic strokes. His hands pushed their way between her torso and the mattress and grabbed her large, round tits, squeezing them like modeling clay, twisting her nipples, pulling on them harder than ever. Juanita felt the fire of pain mingle in her breasts with the electrifying shudders of delight.
In spite of being rubbed nearly raw, Juanita's vagina, now empty, felt the urge for cock again.
"My cunt," she gasped, as he fell on his side, pulling her ass against him into his groin so his cock could fit into her anal chamber even more deeply. "Rub my cunt."
One of his hands, the one underneath their bodies, still clutched her breast, but the other hand moved down between her thighs. He sank two fingers into her vaginal cavity, pressing the heel of his hand against her clitoris. This made her wilder than ever, and she began pounding her body back and forth as if it were some sort of machine.
"Unnnhhh!" he grunted. "So you wanna make me come in your ass, huh? Great! I'll rub your pussy until I've torn all the skin out of it."
"You ... uhhhhh ... do that," she gasped. "You just do that, and make me come one more time."
He slammed his pounding penis in and out of her anus as if he were steam-power driven, moving more and more rapidly, maintaining the same pistoning drive, but increasing the tempo. Juanita pulled her knees up to her full breasts, ramming her hot pussy against his thrusting fingers.
"Sonuvabitch!" she bellowed, then lapsed into Spanish for a moment, screaming, "Hijo de puta, hijo de puta!" Whoreson!"
Once again her body stiffened as if going through some kind of cataleptic insurgence. She trembled and writhed, gasping and flinging herself wildly around, pressing her body all the harder into him. Hot, fresh, burning lubrication came spouting from the tight hole between her thighs, drenching his hand and soaking the bed as she screamed again. His hand and wrist were soaked because of her spurting oil, but he continued ramming his fingers into the sucking depths of her flustered pussy. Christ! He might not have the kind of couth most men who fucked her possessed, but he sure knew how to jackknife that body of his into hers, building sensations in her clitoris, her vagina, and even in her ass. Many women allowed themselves to be fucked in the ass to please the man they're with. Some even enjoy it. But Juanita was one of the rare women who actually achieved anal orgasms. As his cock continued driving into her tight asshole, she continued spurting what seemed like continuous quantities out of her as she gasped, "AAAAAARRRRRRGGGGGGHHHHHH!"
All she was conscious of, other than the mighty cock plundering her rectum, were the moving fingers in her pussy, and the heel of his hand teasing her clit again and again. She could feel her body building even higher instead of slacking off. The orgasm had created a need for an even stronger climax. Her body was continually being jolted again and again as his powering cock slammed solidly into her ass. She could feel the penis swelling in her tight anal tunnel, and knew the next climax was going to hit the both of them.
Andy's balls enlarged in their leathery, hair-covered sac. They swelled even larger, pressuring the shrunken bag of flesh, threatening to split it open and dangle freely. His holding out this long proved he had excellent control over himself, but he was only human, and the time for holding out was long past.
"Fuck that cock into my ass," Juanita yelled.
"I ... uhhh ... don't know about ... uhhh ... you ... baby...." he gasped, "but I'm coming ... and the spunk is all yours."
She felt him lancing his solid pole ever deeper into the depths of her squirming anus, moving all the more quickly as her crushing anal corridor closed much more tightly around his pulsating prick. His fingers kept up there continuing thrust into her tight twat, and a series of minor climaxes began jolting her body, each one higher than the next, each building her to the final summit.
"Let it go inside of me," Juanita screamed.
"It's ... uhhh ... cominggg...." he muttered.
Spunk? Cookie thought to herself, rubbing her fingers all the faster in her vagina and anus. Another word for the white flow ejaculated from a penis.
"It's ... uhhh ... gonna come any sec ... any sec."
Juanita was on the brink of magnificent delight. The rest of the world no longer existed for her. All she cared about was climbing to that final summit of total orgasmic satisfaction, capping all the other vaginal and clitoral peaks she had reached.
"Yes ... uuuhhh ... I can feel it ... I can feel it...." Juanita gasped, bucking her ass so powerfully, it stroked the thick pole with even greater friction.
Andy felt his orgasm finally swell up to uncontrolled proportions, and then it blasted out of him, a stream of hot, searing sperm, spurting from his trembling, vibrating cock, blasting into Juanita's rectal depths, bringing her to the height of her own rectal orgasm.
"YYYYYYAAAAAAGGGGGGHH-HHHHAAAAAARRRRRRGGGGGGGHHHHHH!" he bellowed, pounding his thighs violently against her rounded asscheeks as his spurting flame flooded her narrow hole.
"EEEYYYIIIAAAGGGHHH!" she screamed as the heated semen flushed into her asshole, flooding her with the flaming, mad, spurting geyser. Her asshole tightened around the plunging dork, causing his balls to unleash continuous streams of heavy jism into her.
Some twenty minutes later, she heard her aunt opening the bedroom door. Since the stairs led past the kitchen, she knew there was no way for the man to get out of the house without her seeing him.
Juanita came down first, and seeing Cookie, said, "When did you come home, mi amor?"
"Then you must have heard me showing the house to Mr. Jones," she said.
"Why were you showing him the house?" Cookie asked. "Are you and Senor Don thinking of selling it?"
"No dear. We're very proud of our home. Mister Jones works near my office, and he was thinking of buying a home. He said he wanted to see the different kinds of homes before he made up his mind."
"Ah, I see," Cookie nodded. "Since you are so busy, is it all right with you if I prepare supper?"
"You don't have to do that," Juanita told her. "You're a guest in my home."
"It makes me feel useful," Cookie told her.
Two minutes later the man called Andy Jones came down the stairs, walked through the kitchen nodded and smiling, saying, "Very nice, very nice!" Then Juanita walked him to the front door, and he left.
Juanita returned to the kitchen and smiled at her, saying, "Cookie, please don't mention Mister Jones to Don."
"If you wish," Cookie replied, wide-eyed and innocent.
CHAPTER SIX
The following day after school, Cookie and Sharon came to the Koelbel house. Once inside, they hurried through their homework. Each of the girls was anxious for what lay ahead. Both had been anticipating it, all day.
Once the homework was out of the way, they went to the kitchen and had a small snack of cookies and milk.
"Sharon, I want you to tell me something," Cookie said to her golden-haired friend.
"Sure thing," the blonde replied.
"Why does everyone keep their sexual activities so secret?"
"Everyone?" Sharon asked. "Who is everyone?"
"All the people who indulge in sex. Why do they keep it so secret?"
"I guess that's everyone, all right," Sharon nodded.
"I mean, sex, to me, seems to be a beautiful thing. Yet people treat it as if it is something dirty and not to be talked about. You hear them discuss nice clothing, why not sex?"
"It's the society we live in," Sharon told her. "In the Fiji Islands the natives there love to boast about sex and how much they enjoy it. Just why our own society has chosen to keep it under wraps is a mystery to me, as well. And I don't think you and I are going to get any answers. If people want to keep it all a secret, I guess we might just as well go along with them and keep it a secret, too."
"Does no one ever talk of it?"
"Not that I know of, at least not to me," Sharon admitted.
"If you had a sexual experience, would you tell me about it?" Cookie asked.
"Depends. If I have one with a woman, I'd have to get the woman's permission before I talked about it. If I had one with a man, the man would probably want me to keep it quiet unless I included you in on the next lovemaking session."
"Suppose I were to have one," Cookie said. "And suppose the man said he would like to have another girl. Would you care to be part of it?"
"Sure," Sharon nodded. "If you let a guy screw you, he would have to be some terrific guy. I'd love a piece of him."
"Come," Cookie told her. "Let us go up to my room. But leave the door open so we can hear if someone comes into the house."
Sharon smiled, her heart starting to wildly palpitate. She had been thinking about this all night, hardly able to sleep. Now, at last, it was happening.
The two girls went to Cookie's room, and without stopping to think, since thinking about it might make them stop, undressed. The two of them would be sharing a new kind of love.
Golly! Why do I feel so turned on by Cookie? Sharon wondered. Do I really have dyke tendencies? Would I get this turned on looking at a man and having him look at me?
Cookie, looking at her friend, was unable to fathom the blonde girl's thoughts.
"Is there something I can get you before we hold one another?" Cookie asked, her voice sounding more girlish than ever.
"No, it's just that this is as new to me as it is to you," Sharon told her. "I want to start things, yet I don't exactly know how to go about doing it."
"You mean you have never been touched by anyone before?" Cookie asked.
"Well, gee, I'm kind of young, just like you. I mean, have you ever been touched by anyone before?"
"Yes," Cookie admitted.
"Golly. No kidding? How far did you go?"
"How far did I go? I went from Central America to here."
"No, I mean, were you ever fucked?"
"Not yet," Cookie said, shaking her head.
"Gee, and I thought I was going to be the one to take the lead between us. Golly!"
"Come," said Cookie, sitting on the edge of the small bed. "Sit here with me."
Sharon walked over, her full breasts hobbling up and down, moving a little from side to side, as well. Cookie was moving all the way to the middle of the bed, and Sharon followed. She stared at the small fullness of the redheaded girl's tits, and decided to reach out, as if on impulse, and touch one.
"You have such beautiful breasts," she whispered.
"Thank you," Cookie replied, feeling tingling sensations the moment Sharon put a hand on her breast. "Your hands feels so warm, so nice, so comfortable."
"I'd like to kiss you, Cookie," Sharon said to her, "if you don't think it'd be perverted."
"Of course not," Cookie replied. "We are friends. What is wrong with friends kissing one another?"
Cookie leaned toward Sharon, her own fingers coming to rest on the blonde girl's furry pout, pulling her closer. She noticed Sharon had naturally ripe, red lips, and they slowly began parting in a relaxed manner as she neared the still-smooth face of her friend. The mouth was pursing, waiting for her kiss. Cookie was just as anxious as Sharon.
"Oh, yes," Sharon whispered. "Kiss me, Cookie."
And then the two girls were pressing their mouths together, their arms encircling one another, clutching at each other.
The previous day, Cookie had mentally compared Mr. Joseph's cock to that of Don Koelbel, not in the sense of which one was better, but rather, how, if at all, did one differ from the other. Both had the same length and thickness, and both had the classic penile shape. But she had noted Koelbel's cock was stiff and straight, while Joseph's cock had a slight bend to the left. Koelbel's cock had a rich purple point, while Joseph's cock had a reddish tip. There were a hundred little differences she was able to note, having been close to both phalluses.
Now, Cookie, curious in her own little girl way, wanted to see if there were differences between her own vagina, and that of her friend. And so she pushed her fingers deeper into the wet slash under the blond pubic hair, and felt the oozing stickiness. At the same time, she parted her own thighs, letting Sharon's delicate fingers touch her own pussy. Her other arm was tightly gripping Sharon's shoulder from behind, just as the blonde girl had her other arm around Cookie's back, her hand trying to hold her small breast by reaching for it beneath Cookie's arm. Their tongues came clashing together, and there was a torrid, sensual exchange of saliva. Each mouth struggled against the other, seeking first right of oral examination.
Cookie sighed and murmured unintelligible things without once taking her lips from Sharon's mouth or relaxing the tight hold she had on her. She writhed until she was horizontally stretched out on the bed, tugging Sharon with her. Her slender thighs parted even more, giving Sharon's fingers better access to her watering cunt. Though she was eager to continue, she didn't want to alarm Sharon, so she waited for the blonde to take the lead.
The bed was narrow, and the two writhing torsos had to press against one another limiting their freedom of movement. The fuller breasts of the blonde rubbed against the small paps of the red-haired girl as each continued pressing a finger into the other's tight vagina.
"Cookie, Cookie," Sharon gasped. "You're so great. You have to be the best friend a girl ever had. Golly, I never thought I could like anyone so much!"
Sharon pushed Cookie away from her so she could lower her head, burying it agains the heaving tiny bosom of her friend. She felt the swollen boobs rub against her cheeks and felt even more aroused and excited. Even though Cookie's breasts were small, they were still sensual and arousing. She could easily understand why men went wild over a pair of breasts. Now she felt even prouder than ever of her own well-shaped breasts.
Her finger was pressing deeply into Cookie's wide-open gash, firmly rubbing the tender inner flesh, massaging it. She could feel the dripping wetness all over her fingers, and the heated oil only thrilled her that much more.
"Ay Dios!" Cookie gasped, "Dios mio, it feels so wonderful, so good, so different from when a man touches me there."
"Gee, you mean you really did let a man touch you down there?" Sharon gasped, still moving her finger up and down.
"Ohhh ... si, si, yes. . aaaiiieee ... it is too much, the way you touch me. Caramba! You are making me wild!"
Sharon looked up at her gasping friend, her eyes starting to shine with lust as well as plesure. She had no idea she could have so powerful an effect on anyone. Confidence was starting to build inside her as never before. She was almost happy to see the twisted, contorted features lining the young redhead's face.
"Hey, you're really burning up," she gasped. "Oh wow! Like, I mean, I've never seen anyone so hot. Gee!"
"Yes," Cookie admitted. "I seem to become aroused from the moment I am touched down there. But your hand and fingers are so different from the others. Please, Sharon, please help me."
"What can I do?"
"Make me ... how you say ... climax?"
"How?"
"Move your finger in and out."
"Golly, can you really come this way?"
"Si, but it will take a long time," Cookie told her.
"Is there a way I can make you come faster?"
"Si, but I do not think you would like to do it."
"Would you be willing to do it for me?"
"You are my friend, so of course, I will do it. Lie down and I will do it to you."
"No," Sharon told her. "First, let me do you. What do you want me to do?"
"Would you lick me there with your tongue?"
"Oh, golly," Sharon breathed. "Will that really make you come fast?"
"Yes," Cookie nodded, squirming.
"Hey, you're really burning up, Cookie. Gosh, no one's ever really needed me so much before," Sharon gasped.
"Yes," Cookie nodded. "I need you so very much."
Sharon raised her mouth to Cookie's while the fingers of her left hand began tweaking the redheaded girl's nipples and kneading her small breasts. She kissed Cookie with far more tenderness than any man, leaving the sensation of butterfly wings touching the young girl's face as her eyelids blinked against her cheeks. Her temple pressed against the side of Cookie's face, making Cookie blush.
"Who'd have thought I'd have found anyone willing to do things like this with me," Sharon whispered. "And because you're such a terrific person, whatever it is we do together is that much better. Even though I was a little scared at first, you really make me feel good."
It was a first for both young girls, but both knew it wouldn't be the last time for either of them. It was a wonderful new experience that could only get better with the passage of time.
Cookie stared down at Sharon's blonde head, watching her face move slowly down the length of her shuddering torso. Sharon's lips began counting her ribs, kissing them, one at a time, and then her tongue was pressing against Cookie's flat stomach, licking into the slight twinkle of her naval, making the young redhead writhe all the more.
She lapped as if she were sucking food from inside her friend's belly button. The rich, aromatic scent of Cookie's shuddering pussy, just a bit lower, seemed to be luring her ever closer. She inhaled deeply, filling her sinus cavities with the overpowering intoxicating fragance rising from the fuming depths of her seething vagina. Sharon's brain reeled with the heady deliciousness of her friend's interior.
Cookie could only lie there, unable to move for fear of breaking the spell she was falling under. Her own hand lightly caressed her friend's shoulders and upper back, but her palm seemed to press down as if urging Sharon to continue on her downward journey.
"Oh, Sharon, this feels so good," she gasped. "Do not stop now. Please ... go lower ... Por Dios! I am feeling funny things...."
Cookie's mind was spinning with desire. Having become involved in this with her new-found friend, she realized even this was enjoyable. So far, everything she had done in the United States was wonderful. This girl who was now loving her was as dear to her as if they'd been friends all their lives. She could feel her inner self exploding with lust as hot flashes went off in her mind.
She wondered if her parents knew just how extensive an education she was receiving since leaving Central America. Was it possible something like this was in the backs of their minds when they sent her to Tia Juanita's home? Of one thing there was no doubt, and that was, she was enjoying everything she was learning. She'd had no idea an education could be so thoroughly delightful. At this moment she wanted a tongue pushed into her vagina as she wanted nothing else.
"Suck me there," she begged. "Please, Sharon, suck me there."
The sound of her own voice surprised Cookie. This was the first time she had made a direct request for someone to do something to her.
Sharon was also surprised. Cookie was shy and demure. She usually wasn't the type to ask for anything. Hearing the girl ask her to do this gave her an almost perverse pleasure, because it meant her wonderful friend was every bit as human as she.
Sharon's hands wandered up the length of Cookie's blossoming torso. Each palm cupped a small, rounded breast. Her fingers could sense the trembling way the girl's nipples seemed to beg for attention. With her fingertips she squeezed Cookie's nipples, softly.
Even as her fingers continued toying with the two nipples, she felt a strong desire to plunge her face into the steaming pit between Cookie's thighs. Though she had never done anything like this, a strong hunger was burning inside her, urging her to press her mouth to the younger girl's vagina. Her face was drawn closer and closer to the wispy hairs covering her almost-bare pelvis. She could see the blushing pinkness of the tender young labia, shining with the juices being secreted from between them. The opening and closing slice seemed to be winking at her in the mid-afternoon sunlight, tempting her closer.
She leaned toward the seething center, lightly pressing her nose into the tender flesh, deeply inhaling the arousing scents before her tongue, as if with a will of its own, leaped from between her lips to explore the delicious flesh firmament. Heavy vaginal oil greeted her lapping digit, and she found herself irresistibly sucking the oooze, drinking it into her mouth, and swallowing it down her throat.
"Golly," Sharon whispered, lifting her face from Cookie's blistering center. "Who'd have thought anyone could get so wet and juicy down here."
Exhibiting a hungering lust, an inner, burning lasciviousness not even she had been aware existed inside her before, Sharon used her free hand to separate Cookie's pouting pussylips, pressing the thumb against her labia, and her forefinger against the other. Her tongue dredged deeply into the simmering slit, licking the deliciously pink quimwalls. Then the oral digit rotated inside the red-haired girl's frothing pussy, slurping in and out, licking up on labial side, then down the other. At one point, Sharon's tongue washed over Cookie's simmering clitoris, making it grow even longer. The rich, oily taste thrilled the sensitive palate of the young blonde. Her mouth pursed itself against the oozing slash and drank strongly, delighting in every tasty drop of lubricating fluid she could suck from within.
"Mmmmmm!" She hummed, sucking the fruit-like pussy, flatly rubbing her titillating tongue up and down against the trembling clitoris, "Ummm! Mmmm!"
The tight clamp of Cookie's slender thighs had vised around Sharon's head and neck, but Sharon didn't feel uncomfortable in the least. Cookie felt her rounded asscheeks slam into the mattress, then bounce up, shoving her simmering, soaking slot into Sharon's hungering mouth as Sharon used her lingual probe to search deeper. Sharon could tell, by Cookie's thrusting movements, she was trying to keep her clitoris pressed against abrasive tongue. Sharon was totally confused by Cookie's movements, but continued rubbing the back of her tongue against the younger girl's clitoris while ramming the point of her oral digit into the seething, narrow, virginal hole of the redheaded girl. Her own vagina was aroused and inflamed, and she wished there was some way someone would be able to do something for her while she continued pleasing her friend. As if to accent her need for some kind of pleasurable feeling, her teeth began gently nibbling on Cookie's tender man-in-the-boat.
Cookie felt the sharpness of Sharon's teeth, pulling and chewing on her ultra-sensitive clitorial digit. There was a slight feeling of sharp pain, but with that delicious agony came the overwhelming sensations of licentious heat to which she had become addicted. It was new only in that it seemed a gender kind of tantalizing was bringing it on, for as hungry and as anxious as Sharon was, she was still innately gentle when compared to the heavier hands and mouths of men. No man had ever been able to wring this much sensation from her, and Cookie secretly wondered if she would develop into a lezzy. Then she decided the fact that Sharon was female had little, if anything, to do with it. It was merely Sharon's way of anxiously doing things, wanting so much to do it correctly, perhaps because this was her first time. Mr. Joseph had obviously been a man of much experience, and he had gone about eating her as if knowing what he was doing would turn her on. But Sharon, doing this for the very first time, was unsure of herself, and was going overboard in an effort to prove herself. Cookie thought she could actually sense each of Sharon's different teeth as they touched her vibrating flesh-button. Their edges felt like inflamed razors teasing her flesh, and all she could so was lie there and gasp out her signs of wonderment.
Cookie began to ram her sensitive, slender body higher and harder in a rapid tempo of hard thrusting. For each upward movement of her tender vagina, there was the retreat of her body into the mattress as her buttocks fell again and again, thumping firmly against the narrow bed. Sharon's tongue was sinking deeper and deeper into the sucking swamp of her tight cunt, and at one point Cookie wondered if Sharon intended licking her naval, from the inside. More anxious than ever to keep Sharon's lovely face locked between her columnar thighs, her fingers tightened their hold in the blonde hair, pulling the girl's face ever deeper into the chasm of her cunt. Her fingers seemed to press so tightly, her nails were actually cutting into Sharon's scalp.
"Uhhh ... Goddd ... Dios mio!" Cookie gasped, writhing madly on the bed. "This is the most unbelievable time of all."
She rolled from side to side on the bed, feeling Sharon's lapping tongue sink into her flowering trench again and again. And with each in and out movement of the tongue, Cookie could feel the thrilling way it slid across her clitoris.
Sharon was feeling stronger thrills of perverse lust burning into her as Cookie's thighs pressed even more tightly around her head. The redheaded girl was about to come. This was obvious. The pressure of her loins around Sharon's head was becoming too strong, and then Cookie screeched, "EEEEEE YYYYYYAAAAAAIIIIIIAAAA-AAGGGGGGHHHHHH!"
CHAPTER SEVEN
For the first time since becoming head of his own business, Don Koelbel had closed up early. Normally, his jewelry store did an excellent business, but his two helpers were both out with some kind of illness, and with Labor Day gone, sales had fallen to a point where it didn't pay to keep the store open. Things would pick up again, but this week was a total loss. Staying open would mean a higher electric bill, plus the risk he ran of being robbed. With all the jewels in a heavy vault in the basement, hidden behind what looked like an old-fashioned coal burner, he felt safe once he'd had the alarm service notified.
It took him nearly a half hour to drive home, and all the way his mind dwelled on Cookie. God! His cock was hot to fuck the gorgeous redhead. He could feel his balls swelling in his scrotum, causing a thrilling pain. Maybe he could get in a little cunnilingus or fellatio with her before his wife got home from work. It was time she learned about oral/genital sex, anyway. Unaware she had already learned about it with her bio teacher, Koelbel continued dreaming of the various things he wanted to do with the little redhead once he got home. The previous night, his wife had been home the entire time, and he hadn't been able to approach Cookie. Worse, his wife was so tired from working all day, she had fallen asleep after supper, and he'd had to nurse his erection all through the night and this particular day, as well. Now he had to shove his cock into someone, somewhere, or go completely crazy.
Parking his car in front of the house, he opened the door of his home just in time to hear Cookie's orgasmic screech. At first he thought the girl was in pain for some reason or other, and was all set to go bounding up the steps when he heard Cookie gasping, "More, more, more!"
What the hell is going on up there? he thought, silently shutting the door.
Did the girl have herself a lover already? God! He hoped not. He had intended popping her cherry himself.
He quietly moved up the stairs, listening to the sounds of wild thrashings coming from Cookie's room. And when he peered inside, his eyes lit up. He was delighted. Cookie had a girl friend. And the body on the girl friend was every bit as provocative as that of Cookie. This was just what he needed ... a double fuckfest. He'd screw the both of them.
He quietly removed his own clothing, putting it all in his room, then returned and entered Cookie's bedroom. He moved closer to better appreciate the effect Sharon was having on Cookie.
At that moment Sharon had her mouth in the shape of an ellipse, her lips pasted to the oval of Cookie's burning vagina. Her tongue was slurping out the liquid from Cookie's sensitive pussy, pausing only to take an extra swipe at the redhead's delicate clit every now and again. There was no way Cookie could have yanked her vagina from Sharon's hungering mouth, and in spite of having one orgasm already, she had no wish to do so. Sharon had learned fast, becoming an expert at moving her lingual digit in and out of the heated burrow of Cookie's flooded pussy. Her tongue scooped out the colorless nectar from within again and again. And as she swallowed the sticky, honey like flow, she would rub her tongue all the more firmly against the other girl's aching clit. She pressed her tongue against the tiny nub with more and more insistency, bringing her to the point of a second orgasm. But this time she recognized the tightening of Cookie's thighs and knew too many orgasms would tire out the little redhead before she herself had come to any satisfaction. So her tongue would retreat from the shimmering pink nubbin, and once again sink itself into the frothing pit of Cookie's burning cunt, again sucking out the sweetness, tasting the inflamed savoriness while letting Cookie's mounting passion backslide just enough to keep her from coming.
Sharon realized she was getting tremendous enjoyment from what she was doing, but her own vagina was becoming more and more incensed with each passing second. If something didn't happen to give her some kind of orgasm shortly, she would literally burst. She took the pink pearl of Cookie's vibrating clitoris between her lips and rolled it around, compressing the lips tightly around the nerve-filled little organ. She lashed it with the tip of her tongue, whipping it again and again, sucking solidly on it as if it were a piece of tasty candy. Her blonde head moved as if she really knew what she was doing, thinking each little movement would bring that much more pleasure to Cookie. But she was careful at all times to keep the younger girl from reaching her second peak.
Cookie rolled and shuddered on the bed, sighing and gasping, and Koelbel stared at her, remembering how delightful her body had been two days earlier, when his fingers had moved through her vaginal trough, and her hand had caressed his cock. Lord! She had really been something. And if he was lucky, he would be making the pretty pussy bleed before his wife got home.
His eyes ran up and down over the hundred and eleven pounds of Sharon's body. He figured at least ten of those pounds were concentrated in the girl's round breasts. She was such a lovely little girl. Christ! He wanted to fuck her as well.
At this point, Sharon had slid halfway off the bed. Her feet were on the floor, and she was in a squatting position, but with her bobbing ass sticking way out as her face remained buried between Cookie's thighs. Each time Cookie's buttocks hit the bed, Sharon's face went down, and her ass bobbled up. Though the positions seemed far from comfortable, neither girl was complaining.
The strong aroma of pussy wafted to his nostrils, and since there were two females in the small room, it was very powerful. He had swung with two women before, but never with two young girls. He had no idea whether or not Sharon was still a virgin, but her age seemed to favor it. He decided this was going to be a banner day for him.
He sniffed the air, thrilling to the scent of cunt, but neither girl was aware of his presence. After all, Sharon's head was still locked betwen Cookie's thighs, and Cookie had her eyes shut, concentrating on the pleasure Sharon was giving her.
Don Koelbel never had enough cunt. It wasn't as if he had to prove his masculinity to himself by fucking every female he knew, but rather he had an overpowering urge to simply know what it was like to have the cunt of these women surrounding his dick. And because he had a disarming way about him, he almost always was able to fuck any female in whom he showed an interest. He had boffed all his wife's friends at one time or another, and he'd even fucked one or two who hated his wife. And he was one of the few men who could discern all the differences between vaginas. Blindfolded, he would have been able to push his cock into a cunt he'd fucked before, and immediately be able to tell who he was fucking. A cunt felt as distinct to him as a face was to the eyes of others.
There was no such thing as a simple, friendly relationship with a female, as far as he was concerned. Men and women were made differently because they were supposed to fuck and be fucked. Therefore, every woman was a potential lay as far as he was concerned, with the two exceptions of his mother and his daughter. And the only reason he excepted them was, his mother had died before he'd understood what sex was all about, and his daughter was a stiff-necked prude who would probably die with her virginity intact. All women were fair game as far as he was concerned. And now here he was, with these two sweet, youthful girls, and he was about to fuck them both. He had vibes about women. He knew when a woman would not be interested in him, and he automatically backed off. But with Sharon he had good vibes, and even though she had yet to see him, he knew he would be fucking her.
Cookie turned her unseeing eyes in his direction. Her mouth hung slackly open, as if she wanted to shout something. Koelbel burned with greater and greater heat, watching Cookie rub her own tits with her hot little hands. The pink nipples already fully elongated, seemed to swell even more. Koelbel was fascinated, watching the way this young, naive girl had learned enough about her body in the past few days to know where and how to touch herself.
Staring at Sharon again, he could see she was excited in one helluva lot more places than the mouth she was using on Cookie. He also saw, good as she was, she was new to this. Her tongue was overeager at certain times, trying to swallow more than her mouth could hold, while lapping at more areas than it could cover. He could see her hands hanging limply, but her pink cunt was violently twitching. She didn't know enough to finger herself, which, as far as Koelbel was concerned, meant she knew nothing about achieving orgasm. It would be up to him to teach her.
Like a hungry tiger, Koelbel approached Sharon's hobbling asscheeks, staring down at the white, globoid shapes that had been the main focus of his attention since he'd entered the room. His hands touched her hips, and she jumped.
Pulling her face from Cookie's steaming slit, Sharon turned and saw the naked man behind her. Her first impulse was to jump up, but the heat in her body had her so overpowered, and the touch of his hands felt so good, she merely stayed there with her ass hanging in the air.
"Senor Don," Cookie whispered. "I hope you are not offended by this. Sharon is a good friend of mine."
"Good," Don Koelbel whispered. "I hope she's willing to become a good friend of mine as well."
"Sharon," Cookie whispered, running her fingers through the blonde girl's hair. "This is Senor Don, my aunt's husband. Do not be afraid of him. He will do only nice things with us."
In more heat than ever, Sharon blushed, knowing under normal circumstances she wouldn't have had anything to do with this man. Yet, she had to admit, he was physically overpowering, and he was certainly nice-looking.
"I'm on the Pill," she finally said, as if to let him know he culd do whatever he pleased with her.
His hands continued caressing her buttocks as her face sank between Cookie's thighs again. But her dangling hands reached behind her and began touching his hairy thighs, and this made her tingle even more. The touch of the man's thighs against her fingers was something totally different from the touch of Cookie's body.
Koelbel decided the girl had a nice ass. In later years, it would swell and spread, but right now, it was a gorgeous rump. Her asscheeks looked like two ostrich eggs, white and smooth, even if the rest of her skin had more of a tan. Sharon had more of a tan than Cookie, even though Cookie had come from Latin America.
He caressed her white asscheeks, feeling the satin-smoothness of her rump. God! This girl was just as delectable as Cookie. He intended enjoying as much of her as he could.
Separating those delicious-looking asscheeks, he had a good look at her tender cunt. Reaching forward with his left hand, he slowly pushed two fingers into the tight slit. Her thighs opened all the more widely, aching to feel what he could do for her. She raised her ass even more, throwing her cunt back toward him, wanting to feel his fingers inside her.
With his other hand, Koelbel reached around the side and went searching for her tender clit. He found it immediately. God! it was a long clitoris. It poked out from the apex of her pear-shaped inner pussylips. And it was as hard as a thirty-eight caliber bullet. He began rubbing, massaging and pinching it, and as a result, she not only moved her buttocks around more swiftly, but began pouring rivers of cunt-fluid all over his hand. His two digits fit more and more easily into her, widening her virginal tunnel. She gasped and sighed, but felt wild thrills continue to surge through her as his fingers continued working in and out. After awhile, he really stretched her by forcing a third finger into her vaginal mouth. Her tormented body leaped high in the air as he drove his thick fingers into the churning center of her boggy pussy.
She gasped again, but the gasp went unheard, because her mouth was back in the delicious depths of Cookie's sweet cunt. All she did was continue working her mouth against Cookie's simmering snatch.
Koelbel's huge cock seemed to telescope out from under his pubic hair. He pressed it lightly into her asscrack. His seeking fingers had let him know she was, indeed, still a virgin. He had to move slowly. He didn't want to frighten her. He was tempted to try her rectum, first, but he held back. An unused asshole could feel one hellofa lot of pain before enjoying pleasure. And Koelbel knew he had to make this totally pleasurable for the two girls, because he wanted to fuck them in the future. As it was, when the time came for him to pop their cherries they would probably scream a little.
Raising himself a little higher, he began rubbing his hard cock-head up and down between the young girl's asscheeks, feeling her shudder with delight. He was getting to her, all right. She wasn't trembling from fear. He could tell by the way she was licking into Cookie's sweet quim.
Sharon could feel the penile tip rub against her asshole again and again, moving a little lower each time he slid it down. He was going to fuck her. Maybe she was crazy, but she was going to let him. God! She had been aching to find out how it felt to be fucked, but she'd never thought she'd be lucky enough to actually have it happen to her this early in life. Taking the contraceptive pills had been wishful thinking on her part, because she felt herself so far above the other girls her age, all of whom snubbed her. But she was more mature than they were, and so she should be laid before any of them. And now it was actually about to happen. And the best part of it was, she was bringing pleasure to Cookie at the same time.
Sharon began slamming her ass back towards him, hoping her vaginal lips might catch his cock and suck it into her. But each time she pushed her asscheeks toward Koelbel, he simply let his hard cock slide through the groove of her vagina, rubbing the glans against her own shuddering clitoris while she licked that of Cookie. Each time his prickpoint rubbed her aching clit, it seemed to tell her it wouldn't be long before he began pushing his hard shaft into her.
Feeling the way his rubbing cock teased her tender cunt, Sharon thought she would shortly be incinerated from within. She was smart enough to know it was going to hurt the first time, and with a pole as thick as the one she was feeling, she would probably feel a lot of pain when it began stretching her cunt, in addition to having her cherry popped.
But she was determined to have the full, juicing length of cock squirm into her tight body. She knew his fingers inside her had been to make her wider so she could better contain the cock, and sooner or later she would adjust to its thickness. But until he actually put it in, she wouldn't be able to appreciate anything.
She felt it slide back and forth between her asscheeks and ragged labial edges, and her thighs began opening and closing with the rhythm of its movement. Her buttocks slapped back against his solid masculine thighs, and oceans of lubrication streamed from the tip of his cock, running through her asscrack from her coccyx, past her tender asshole, into her tight vaginal separation, mingling with her own juices, oiling the thrusting cock as it again slithered between those scalloped lips.
Sharon became aware of her nose pressing strongly against Cookie's pubic bone, which the redhead continued pushing upward. Rather than try to contain Cookie's mad writhing, Sharon used her hands to tug Cookie's slender loins wider apart so she could back away a bit, preventing the ring of the younger girl's vagina from compressing around her face. Then, with the tip of her lashing tongue she continued licking the tremendously sensitive clit.
Still jamming her hips back and forth with a mad beat, Sharon misjudged once, and the heavy cock, instead of sliding between her labial slit, pressed against the anal pucker, almost forcing it to open. For a brief instant, Sharon wondered if he intended fucking her ass, but then she felt him ease it back and once again guide it between her aching cuntlips.
Cookie, who had fallen back into a daze for the moment, suddenly realized what was about to happen. Her face was red because of the first climax she'd had shooting through her, and now she had a good glimpse of Don Koelbel. Her hand reached out to the side and grabbed her pillow which was resting against the head of her head. She stuffed the pillow under her own head, raising it so she could see part of what was happening. True, Sharon's body was blocking most of it, but she did get a glimpse of her uncle's naked upper torso.
Cookie's thighs, which had previously been tugged wide apart to make it easier for Sharon to eat her, now shifted a bit as she wiggled her body a little to the side. She wanted to see more of what was about to happen.
Seeing her uncle with his front pressed to Sharon's buttocks had a strong, stimulating effect on her, and Cookie began feeling a tiny orgasm trickle through her. This was wonderful. Her uncle was about to do to Sharon, what that strange Mr. Jones had done to her aunt. And her aunt had loved it. Sharon was a lucky girl to receive her uncle's intromission. But then, Sharon was a good friend and really deserved it.
"OOOOOOOOOHHHHHH!" she gasped, feeling the mini-orgasm work its way through her entire body.
Her dry tongue was wildly licking drier lips, and her hands continued massaging her breasts, feeling her stomach muscles tug in and out. And then another tiny climax hit her, and she squealed, "EEEIIIGGGHHH!"
Koelbel, staring at the two shapes of the young girls, felt a voracious appetite shudder through him, making him want to possess the pair of them. He began gasping for air, his lungs not strong enough to hold all he needed for the moment. Just looking at the two young lovelies took his breath away. His face began turning blue as he fought to regain his breath. Swollen veins in his temple stood out and throbbed, and his handsome face almost seemed to distort. Heavy droplets of sweat broke out all over him.
His hand reached into Sharon's vagina again even as his hard cock continued rubbing up and down between her asscheeks. His fingers plunged in and out with frightening rapidity, jamming into the tight, seeping crack probing in a near-sadistic manner, making the girl respond all the more wantonly, thrusting her young, tender body back against his working wrist.
With his fingers still pressed as far into her tight quim as they could go without touching her hymen, he slowly lowered himself to his knees so he could get a glimpse of the pussy into which he would shortly be stuffing his hard cock. He stared at how his three plunging fingers sank into her pink, creaming tightness, and the sight of how young and pretty it was, made him drool. He also saw the prune-like pucker of her tight anus as her asscheeks tightened and loosened around it. He moved his head forward and tongued the crack in her ass, tasting the salt of her perspiration.
Her large white asscheeks loomed before his staring eyes, and he had to control a sadistic urge he felt to bite them. Even so. his mouth did close on one buttock, and he sucked on it for a moment. At the same time, he continued thrusting the fingers in and out of her tight, never-before-used cunt, and that was all Sharon felt as she continued humping her ass back and forth, with her face sunk once again into the steaming tropic of Cookie's cunt. He sucked and licked her asscheek for more than a minute while his fingers continued working in and out of her seething virginal vale, widening it, preparing it.
Koelbel's solid cock was throbbing between his thighs, hurting him, letting him know how anxious it was to find a home. He knew it was time to get on with the first defloration.
Sliding his fingers from the seething cunt, he squatted behind the upraised asscheeks, adjusting his waving hard-on by gripping it tightly, and aimed it at the tight gap between her slick labia.
Going in dogstyle might make it a little easier for the girl this first time. She would not be entirely pinned under him and would have a limited amount of movement, though Cookie's thighs, closed tightly around Sharon's face, would make that movement extremely limited. Besides in this position, his own cock didn't feel quite as sensitive and he might be able to hold his orgasm back long enough to deflower Cookie, too.
Pressing the dome of his thrusting prick to the young blonde's vaginal entrance, he moved it very slowly, rubbing the outer labia, and then the slick, inner labia, with the leaking knob. He pressed slowly forward, feeling the young girl jerk as she sensed the thick pole stretching her inner vaginal tube, widening it to make it contain his cock all the better.
"Uhhhnnnnnn!" she grunted, her face still stuck in the mired center of Cookie's cunt, her tongue now licking twice as fast as before.
Christ! It hurts, Sharon thought, her lips kissing the sweet labia of her friend, and her tongue once again working on the red-haired girl's aching extension of pink, clitoral tenderness. Her lower half writhed, but his hands still held her firmly, one gripping each asscheek and the heavy dong continued slowly pushing into her. It spread her tight walls wider, and she wanted to shriek, but when she opened her mouth, a quantity of Cookie's pussy juice flooded her throat and she had to clamp her lips tightly closed in order to swallow.
It had been sometime since Koelbel had fucked a virgin, and this particular virgin cunt felt wonderful. God! She was not only tight, but her insides seemed to be moving around his pulsating cock.
He got to her cherry, feeling the knob of his cock press hard. It made her jump, and for a moment he thought she might tug her head from Cookie's thighs and scream but, no, she kept her mouth clamped to the other girl's muff. Firmly gripping her asscheeks, he slammed forward-hard. His pulsing prick surged through the membraneous barrier, ripping it to shreds.
Sharon wanted to scream. For a brief instant the pain was so intense she thought she would black out. And then she felt the powerful flesh-billy slide all the way into her, stretching the rest of her vaginal interior, widening it, and building maddening thrills in her body.
He's in, she thought, feeling the weighty truncheon press against her young cervix. He's all the way in, and the pain is over.
And it was, except for the pain in her nose, feeling it once again press Cookie's pubic bone, because his ploughing into her had thrust her face solidly against the more slender girl's sopping nookie. Even so, her lips continued wildly sucking on the other girl's tender clitoris, sensing how aroused Cookie was, watching her uncle fuck her best friend.
Once again, a river of pussy brandy began flooding Sharon's mouth, and any possible screams contained in her body were drowned. The outpouring flow of fluid added to the wonderful taste of Cookie's tender pussy, and she swallowed and licked, knowing this was an experience she would never forget. It was the start of a lifetime of good things. Even the cock filling her cunt was quickly starting to feel good. The pain was slowly starting to drift away. Soon there would be nothing but pure enjoyment.
Cookie's hands clutched Sharon's hair all the more tightly, and her body bounced wildly, scrubbing her aching clit against the sandpapery tongue rubbing it. This next climax building in her body was something she wouldn't allow to recede. This time it was going to come out of her.
"Senor Don...." Cookie was gasping. "This is ... uhhhh ... so wonderful ... I can feel it ... Ooooooh ... I am coming ... coming. ... COMMMIIINNNGGGGGGUUUUUUHHHHHH!!!"
Cookie's thighs wrapped themselves tightly around Sharon's neck, pulling the young blonde's eager face into the succulence of her steaming pussy. Cookie began coming wildly and repeatedly, riding her loins up and down as she continued firing oil into her friend's face and mouth.
Sharon suddenly found herself drowning in the liqueous depths of her friend's flaming cunt. At one point she was totally suffocating until Cookie finally loosened the grip of her thighs. Then she slid away from between her friend's thighs so she wouldn't be strangled again.
Koelbel took a firm hold on Sharon's thighs and literally hoisted her body up until her knees came to rest on the bed beside Cookie's writhing body. He stood behind her and began to slowly pump his mammoth cock in and out of her, building fiery passion to cover the hurt he had inflicted. He pumped himself forward and back, but found her asscheeks were no longer the things to grip. He needed a firmer hold, and so reached forward, grabbing the girl's dangling tits, squeezing them, almost crushing them, but holding tightly to them, letting him get the leverage he needed to pump wildly into the formerly virgin but still tightly sucking cunt.
Sharon reached out blindly with her own hands, and her right hand closed around Cookie's small right breast. She gripped the redhead's tit with as much force as Koelbel gripped hers. Cookie felt her friends fingers tighten around her nipple, and it enhanced her climax that much more. Even as the orgasm slowly settled inside her, Cookie understood it was only fair for her to help her friend finally achieve her own orgasm. So far, she. Cookie, was the only one to have all the climaxes.
Turning her body around soe she remained on her back, but with her head now toward her new friend, she slowly began sliding her head under the blonde girl. She could feel Sharon's breasts caress her face, then tickle her throat as she continued forcing her body to slide beneath the other girl. She licked the breasts of the other girl, though her uncle's hands were in the way, preventing her from licking the nipples. Then her mouth was pressing into Sharon's taut belly, feeling it tighten all the more each time Don Koelbel's cock thrust into her creaming pussy. She continued pushing her face farther and farther along.
"Yeah," Koelbel encouraaged her. "Good girl, Cookie. Use that ... uhhhh ... pretty mouth of yours, sweetheart. I know I didn't teach you how to use your mouth ... ahhhhhh ... but lick her clit, just like she licked yours ... ooooooh ... and lick my cock, too."
Now Cookie could see her uncle's thick wang as it continued pumping in and out of the tight pussy of her friend. On the young girl's dressing table was a jar of Tucks, ointment-soaked pads Cookie kept for helping her keep her complexion from getting too oily. Koelbel reached over, opened the jar, took out a pad, and handed it to Cookie. The redhead proceeded to wip away the faint blood streaks around her friend's pubis, as well as from her uncle's cock. Staring at the moving cock, touching it with the pad, aroused her all over again, and she reached up and pulled her friend's body down, and now began tasting Sharon's clitoris. Her tongue roamed all over the surface of the delicate outer labia, barely touching the inner labia before being able to once again lick the peal-like clitoris. At the same time her upper lip rubbed against her uncle's moving cock, adding thrilling pressure to it. Koelbel knew he wouldn't be able to keep a hard-on much longer, and decided it would be wiser to shoot into this sweet girl's pussy, than to try and hold it back for Cookie's cunt. He could always get to Cookie later on, when his cock stiffened again.
Feeling the pressure of Cookie's licking oral digit against her tender clitoris, Sharon no longer felt any pain from her hymen being perforated. She thrust her anxious body back and forth, now interested only in reaching that ultimate conclusion. God! God! She had to come. She just had to come. She could feel the sensation hiding in her body, aching to come out. Oh God!
Koelbel's fingers continued playing with her ultra-sensitive nipples, and the heat began building up all the more quickly in her young, teenage body.
"Faster...." she screeched, "PLEASE ... PLEASE ... FUCK FASTER ... I'm ... almost THERE ... PLEASE ... Mister Koelbel!!!"
Koebel's asscheeks, looking like one large dumpling, squeezed together as he tried increasing the speed of his strokes into her tender young body.
Meanwhile Cookie began sucking and pulling on her friend's clit all the harder, letting her tongue roam over the newly entered cunt and the thick, fleshy log now thrusting in and out of it.
Sharon began writhing and screaming as the crazy thrills built to a point beyond endurance. That wonderful cock moving in and out of her tight vagina, while Cookie continued licking her tender clitoris, was enough to drive her completely out of her skull.
"Can't hold back...." she gasped. "I'm ... uhhhh ... going to come ... AA A A A A G G G GGGHHHHHH ... EEEEEEYYYYYYAAAAAAGGGGGG-H H H H H HAAAAAARRRRRRGGGGGGHHHHHH ... UUUUUUNNNNNNGGGGGGHHHHHH...."
Her body felt a shower of pulsating explosions blast through her as she writhed and squirmed, feeling the moving cock fill and re-fill her blistering cunt with meaty sensation. She spasmed again and again, repeatedly gasping and writhing.
"I'm ... uhhhh ... gonna come to," Koelbel gasped. "Here I go, sweetie...."
And he was firing tremendous geysers of heavy sperm into her tender cunt, as he bellowed "YYYYYYAAAAAAR RRRRRGGGGGGHHH-HHH!"
He poured the heavy sperm into her body as if it were a bottomless pit. And because it wasn't bottomless, the flow began backing out, and Cookie, who had been licking and lapping, now tasted her uncle's seed, licking it as it seeped out from around his piledriving cock. She drank the sperm as if it were the most precious vintage wine, and continued drinking as long as it came out. And when he was finished coming, and his cock had shrunk to where he had to pull out, Cookie pulled her friend's cunt down onto her mouth and drank whatever was left inside her.
When it was over, the girls dressed while Koelbel took a shower. Sharon left just as Juanita came home, and Cookie went back to her room to rest. This had been the best day yet, but seeing how Sharon had reacted to cock, she knew she wanted some.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Cookie's deflowering did not take place that night, though she let her uncle know, with her eyes, she was more than willing. Koelbel, in fact, marveled over the way she had taken to sex. He had taught her nothing about cocksucking or pussyeating, yet she had lapped her friend's cunt along with his cock, earlier that day. Heat must have run in the family, because Cookie seemed to be taking to sex as readily as Juanita had, when he'd first met his wife.
Juanita was in heat that night, and Koelbel had to service his wife. Cookie, in her own bedroom, heard them grunting and groaning through the walls, and she felt envious of her aunt. Nevertheless, she was determined her uncle should take her unwanted virginity as soon as possible.
Her period came the following day, Thursday, and this prevented her from enjoying any sexual activity right through the weekend. Dios! How her body craved it.
Sunday afternoon, her cousin, Marcos, came home from college for a week. They had some kind of induction week for the new students, and Marcos, having been inducted two years earlier, had no desire to hang around for a week doing nothing. So he had come home, figuring he might be able to pick up a little ass here and there before having to get back to the books. And when he met Cookie, his eyes lit up. Cookie was surprised and pleased to meet him. He was six feet tall, with black, wavy hair, deep brown eyes, and a body he'd hardened while still in his early teens. He was the kind of boy girls waved their panties at, as if to invite him to come lay them. Had Cookie not been such an innocent, she might have made the first overtures to her cousin. But she was the kind of girl who didn't realize a girl could walk over to a man and start things rolling.
Marcos, on the other hand decided Cookie was a girl he would have to get into before he returned to college. He knew he was a virgin. Hell! At her age, how many girls weren't! He wanted to be the first one into her, and so unconsciously became his father's rival.
The following day, Monday, Cookie's period was over. She soaked for a long time in the bathtub, making sure the warm water went into and out of her. When she was convinced she was clean inside, she dried off, dressed, and went to school. She would have been willing to dally with her bio teacher again, but she saw he was making time with Sharon, and decided it wouldn't be right to interfere with her friend's enjoyment. And so when school was over, she went home.
Marcos was waiting. He had been waiting ever since getting up, at noon. When Cookie came in, he offered to help her with her homework and she was amazed at how quickly she got it all done.
She smiled when her cousin put his arm around her, and was pleasantly surprised when he leaned over and kissed her. But when his hand started to wander, she said, "No, Marcos. We hardly know one another. Things like this are not done so readily." Though she had to admit she had done it readily enough all the other times. Still, she liked her cousin, but wasn't that attracted to him yet. She realized it was the fact that he was still a boy She wanted a man, like Senor Don, or her teacher.
"Come on," Marcos whispered to her. "It'll be fun."
"Si, I know it will be fun," she nodded. "But I do not think I want to have you inside me."
"Hey, what'sa matter with me?" Marcos asked. "All the other chicks around here really go for me and they're all a lot older than you."
"So, then, I am too young for you," she told him.
"Knock off the shit." he snapped "I have some Panama-Red in my room, and we can smoke up a ball."
"I do not smoke," Cookie told him. "This isn't tobacco," he assured her. "It's a little marijuana."
"I am sorry," she told him, "but this is bad. I do not like to smoke this."
"Oh, shit! Stop acting like such a prissy bitch."
Throughout the afternoon, Marcos sulked,, angry his cousin wouldn't give in to him. Later, after supper, he went to the movies, and Juanita went to her Bridge Club. And Don Koelbel was all alone with the vivacious little red-haired girl. The two of them walked up to the master bedroom together, and once in there, shut the door. Without being told, Cookie took off her blouse, and Koelbel took off his shirt.
"You look fabulous," he whispered reaching out and palming her small, firm breasts.
His hands mauled them again and again, making Cookie shudder. She loved his masculinity And his being an adult male gave her a sense of security she knew she would never have felt with Marcos.
"You are going to fuck me?" she asked.
He responded by sweeping her little girl body into his arms and kissing her hard, letting his tongue snake through her mouth.
Cookie's universe had dissolved into the wonderfully handsome face of the man holding her. She fell back, supporting herself on his clasped-together hands, staring into his anxious face. She could read the want for herself written all over his face. His hands ran up and down her back, caressing her, making her feel wild tingles all over. Her own hands pressed into his manly chest. He might not have had the muscular body owned by his son, but he was man enough for Cookie. She trembled and shook with delight, not understanding why she should feel this way. But the fact was, she did feel this way. It had been five long days since she'd had anything to do with a man, or even with a girl. She felt her cunt aching to be used. The oils inside were sliding out of her, running down her thighs. And in her mind after all this time, she thought of it as the most innocent fun. Her nails dug deeper into his chest, making him start.
The wonderful pain seemed to spur Koelbel on. His hands rubbed her torso from waist to throat and back again, always lingering on her wonderful breasts. Even though they were small and growing, they were firm and wonderful. Her hair was shaking a little from side to side as her head hang back, looking like reddish gold over her alabaster shoulders. His eyes continued to swallow in the sight of her breasts, but more, they looked at her slender, girlish arms, her firm midriff, and her softly rounded shoulders.
Cookie loved to feel his eyes on her body. Her nipples seemed to swell like pink rosebuds under his ardent gaze, as though inflamed by the lust in his eyes. Her taut body was beautiful as only a young girl like herself could be.
Reaching out, she continued stroking his body, running her hands along his shoulders, caressing his own nipples, reaching for his belt and unbuckling it. The two of them, naked to the waist, now clung tightly to one another, wildly kissing, slowly sinking to the floor, and rolling around on the carpet. Koelbel's hot mouth branded fiery kisses on her throat, then moved lower to lick at her breasts, eating them with the wolfish hunger of a starving animal. He licked her soft pink nipples again and again, enjoying the texture of the flesh, as well as the texture of each aureole as he lapped at them repeatedly. He tasted her with the seeming knowledge of a gourment, and as he sucked at her breasts, his hands began moving over her skirt, unzipping it, then working it down over her hips, tugging her panties down with them. He slid everything off her, letting it all fall to the floor, then easing her down onto the floor, as well. He took a pillow from the bed and tucked it under her hips, raising her fulcrum a bit as he stared at the red wisps of hair covering her otherwise bare pubis.
His cock was pushing against his pants as if begging him for release, so it could also feast on the sight of the lovely naked, young girl. Standing, Koelbel removed his own clothing, throwing everything on the bed. His huge cock came jutting out as it it had been held back by a spring. Staring at it from below, Cookie had to admit it looked more wonderful each time she saw it. It always looked thicker whenever she saw it again, and the purple point seemed to swell even larger, as if letting her know it would split her apart if she didn't stretch enough for it. And the thought of it pushing its way into her thrilled her.
Now Koelbel knelt beside her and let his hands wander all over her tender body. His fingers wandered up and down her soft thighs and Cookie, in all her innocence, thought how wonderful this was.
"I'm going to lick you " he whispered. "Don't be afraid. This is what Sharon did to you, last week."
"I am not afraid, Senor Don," she whispered. "I could never be afraid with someone like you."
His face slowly sank into the tenderness of her sweet muff, sinking it into the virgin flesh of her tender mount. Cookie, used to this by now, instantly grabbed her uncle's hair and curled her fingers through it, tugging his anxious mouth into the hot, wet cleft of her simmering cunt. A wild, anxious lust caused eruptions of throbbing delight to course through her as the tongue probed for the bead of her clitoris, making her youthful body shudder with a spectrum of overpowering thrills. These were thrills to which her body had become used and could no longer do without. In her youthful mind, something this good could not be wrong. It was so delightfully wonderful, it had to be only godness.
Her loins moved against his lapping tongue as the full, rich organic fluid came bubbling out of her vagina in response to the way his tongue flashed in and out. He slurped through the vaginal cut as if his tongue were a razor. His strong, firm fingers dug into her tender flesh gripping her asscheeks tightly, urging her frantically thrusting loins to drum wildly against his hungering face. Her fingers dug into his hair, forcing his face to press more deeply into her small, narrow tunnel, making every last inch of his tongue reach into her. She writhed wildly, her asscheeks bouncing up from the pillow repeatedly, as she gasped, "Suck me suck me, suck me, suck me!" Her thighs parted more and more widely until she was doing a ballet split. This pulled her inner vaginal lips apart, revealing the rich coral pathway inside.
Koelbel's mouth filled with the rich, pungent taste of licentiousness, lapped wildly, catching the flow of colorless fluid as it continued trickling from inside her. The more he lapped, the wider she spread her thighs, and the more her vaginal interior seemed to swell. It was as ready for his cock now as it would ever be. It was time to make this very young girl into a woman.
Removing his mouth from the fulcrum of her body, and the young girl, feeling the mouth suddenly gone, began shudddering and trembling, wondering why her beloved Senor Don would do this to her. She felt a raw animal need invade her vagina as she had never felt it, before. The orgasm, which had been welling up inside her, now receded like the tide as the moon went out.
The cool air in the room rushed over his cock, letting Koelbel know it was time to bury it. He slowly inched forward, covering her delicate body with his own monstrous torso. Her arms wrapped themselves around him, pulling him on top of her, crushing him against her. His firm lips, smeared with the oils of her vagina, planted a sopping wet kiss in her mouth, letting her first appreciate what he tasted. Her arms wrapped even more tightly around him, clinging to him like foil paper, crushing his body into her small, tender, sensitive breasts. His torso pressed against her flat belly and firm thighs, and she separated her thighs and surrounded him with them, letting him feel the full softness of her.
Koelbel took one of her hot, shaking hands, and guided it to his throbbing cock. She had felt this penis twice before, yet never before had it felt this hard, this thick. She squeezed it, and felt the shaking cock leap up in her hand, with an overpowering, pent-up force stored within. She held it in her hand for a long minute, as if her mind had suddenly blanked out. It was as if she didn't know what to do with it.
"You put it in," he whispered. "I want you to know exactly where it's going and what it's going to do."
Slowly, Cookie guided the throbbing meat to the entrance of her tender vagina, then carefully, almost fastidiously, she began pushing it between her vaginal lips. Her labia dilated and gripped the helmet-shaped head, trying to suck it in. Her vaginal walls began stretching, opening for the gigantic invading mass of cock as it pushed forward into the unexplored regions of her virgin cunt. It moved in, little by little.
Cookie felt it widening her narrow vaginal tract, and the pressure was overpowering. She writhed, feeling a mixture of wild, erotic sensation mingle with the strong discomfort of being opened up. Yet she didn't fight him.She lay there, her knees upraised, her ass on the soft pillow, her shoulders flat on the floor as she stared up into his handsome face, trusting him, knowing no matter what he did, it was for her ultimate pleasure. And then the dome of his heavy cock slammed into the tight, restraining barrier of her hymen.
"Uuuuggghhh!" she gasped, for the first time in her life feeling pain. It wasn't strong pain but it was pain. And she wasn't used to feeling it inside her.
Sensing the membraneous barrier, Koelbel tugged his hips back and powered the mighty siege engine forward for its first thrust. It moved forward slowly, pressing against the sensitive diaphragm of thin tissue. His movement made Cookie sigh with a mixture of agony and delight as the resilient wall of her maidenhead refused to yield.
He pulled back and slowly, deliberately thrust against the tissue of her cherry again. And again it resisted, as Cookie screamed, "Aiieee!" letting him know he was hurting her more than he'd intended. By now, he should have been through.
Cookie felt the sharp, wicked stings, like a knife cutting into her. Even though the thick, wet, pulsing member insider her was pushing insistently forward, her membrane refused to surrender. She wanted to raise her hips and meet his powerful thrusts, but the pain was becoming too overpowering ... too strong. She knew if she could gather enough courage to force her own body up to meet his, she would probably put an end to this. But the fear of overpowering agony held her back.
Her body was soaked in perspiration, and her breath came in strong, sobbing gasps as Koelbel, determined to put an end to her misery, bore down strongly, trying to push his mighty spear of cock in ever deeper. When simple pressure didn't work he tried force, backing off, slamming into the membraneous tissue, backing off, slamming into it, backing off, slamming into it, hitting it again and again and again. His heavy, swinging balls slammed against her asshole like the heavy ball attached to a wrecking crane.
Cookie felt her tender hymen stretching a bit more with each violent thrust; the cock sinking a little deeper each time, grinding against the pained flesh, making it widen. Agony was fast becoming unbearable, ripping, cutting at her guts. But the horrible advance of the masculine pole refused to let up. Her cherry was stretched to the absolute limit inside her, and she knew it was only a matter of seconds before his pelvis met hers. Pain or no pain, agony or otherwise, she wanted to feel his hairy juncture kiss her vagina, and now she dug her heels into the bed and began matching him, thrust for thrust. Her movement encouraged Koelbel to speed up his own attack. Her hands, wrapped around his body, could feel the strong muscles on his back, rippling with the effort to drive the loins powering his mighty javelin that much deeper into her aching body. She could sense each knife-like attack stretching and weakening the tissue-thin barrier keeping them from being totally joined. Now they worked together, their bodies rhythmically determined to destroy that single barrier to their mutual pleasure.
Koelbel took a deep breath, tugged his thick cock all the way back until the tip was barely between her inner labia, and then he thrust forward, screaming loudly, and his powerful prong tore through the wicked gate of her virtue.
"Aaaaiiieeeyyyaaaggghhh!" Cookie screamed, her face a caricature of itself, lined with pain as all the blood seemed to drain from her. Her voice screamed again and again, weeping for the loss of her cherry.
The heavy, thick, moving muscle streamed into the tight, narrow cavity of her compressed vagina like a white-hot poker, tugging, stretching and pulling apart the walls of her tender nookie like some kind of splitting wedge, sliding farther and farther into her. She felt as if some kind of steam engine was boring its way into the tunnel of her vagina, as though she would be torn completely in half, from cunt to crown.
But the walls of her tight vagina continued opening, making more and more room for the huge, solid horn that seemed to gore her with the force of a thrusting antler. She tightened her vaginal muscles, squeezing his masculinity, all but crushing it flat in the tight recesses of her burning quim. It was as if her vagina was determined to wreak its revenge on the cock for having caused so much pain, and now that it had the cock sucked all the way into her, it was intent on destroying it, and preventing it from causing any additional damage or pain.
Her hips bounced ildly on the pillow as streams of lubrication, stained with the blood of her virginity, came sliding out of her, tinting the pillowcase. The working cock was still moving, and he was keeping pace with her agonized hip movements. She felt as if she were on top of a high tower, and a thousand feet below there was a tiny glass of water into which she was supposed to dive. And somehow or other, she knew she would succeed.
Their torsos clung tightly together, each pounding against the other as perspiration-wet belly slapped against sweat-soaked stomach, sounding like loud claps of thunder each time they squished together. They were fucking with the ferocity of crazed rabbits.
Cookie found the pain slowly sliding away from her as strong pleasure began mounting in her tender body. His smooth and solid shaft was working easily through her body, lubricated by their natural body oils combined with her blood. They clung to one another as if each was the salvation of the other. Like two clawing, snarling alleycats on a hot summer night their bodies furiously worked and thrust together.
"Give me more, Senor Don," she gasped. "Give me more. I can feel ... uhhh ... thrills inside me I ... ohhhhhh ... never knew to be ... ahhhhh ... there ... ooooooh ... before...."
"AAAAAAIIIIIIEEEEEEAA-A A A A Y Y YYYYAAAAAAGGGGGGHHHHHH!" she screamed, feeling his thrusting cock moving in and out, building her orgasm even higher as it began exploding through her body like a series of depth charges being set off now that they'd reached the deepest part of her.
Koelbel couldn't believe it. As good as Sharon had been the previous week, she was almost nothing compared to the sensation of being inside sweet Cookie. The tightness of Cookie's gripping cunt was unbelievable. It took all his strength to move his thrusting cock in and out, the tight, wetness of the girl enhancing sensations in him to a point beyond belief. And when he felt her coming, tightening her insides even more, the pressures became too much for him to bear.
Cookie writhed in wondrous delight, unable to believe how much more overpowering this orgasm was in comparison to all the others. Her hot cunt pumped in mad waves of orgasmic delight, feeling wild pleasure run riot through her body. Every living cell inside her seemed to feel the climax she was enjoying.This was fucking. And now she understood fucking was the most wonderful, the most marvelous thing in the world. Fucking was everything. Sucking and licking were fun, and they were good for a change of pace, but there was nothing like pure fucking.
"Gonna come...." he gasped. "Ohhhh Godddd ... I'm gonna come ... can't hold back ... arrggghhh ... gonna COME ... AAAAAYYYYYAAAAAG-GGGGGGGGHHHHHHAAAA-AARRRRRRGGGGGGHHHHHH!"
His cock swelled and finally blasted into her, sending wild gushes of hot, sticky, oozing semen, exciting Cookie all the more with its rich, mushroom-like odor. It was flooding into her tight cunt. And the spurts seemed to enhance her present climax, and then her body began building toward newer, bigger, better sensations. The two entwined together like eels writhing in water, joined in a burning, pulsating want for one another that seemed to go on forever.
"I need more, Senor Don," she began gasping. "Please, por favor, give me more. Oh please!"
"I can't," he sobbed, gasping as his cock began shrinking, "at least not right now. I need a half hour to recover."
"Do something for me," she begged. "Please, please, I need more. Lick me down there."
"Outta breath," he gasped. "Can't. Oh God! Cookie, you're fabulous. You're too much woman for any one man, even if you're still such a young girl."
"But I need more," she sighed. "Ay Dios! What have you done to me? What have you done to my body, inside? I feel I need more and more, and will not be happy until I am satisfied. Senor Don., you have made some kind of monster of me. You must do something for me."
"I wish to God I could," he gasped.
"Well, hell," Marcos said, standing in the doorway. "Maybe I'm the one who can help."
CHAPTER NINE
"Marc!" Koelbel exclaimed, calling his son by his anglicized name. "I thought you went to the movies."
"I did," Marcos replied. "But when I got there, I saw it was a lousy picture, so I turned around and walked home. Good thing I did, too. Little Cookie needs help. Okay if I join in, dad?"
Don Koelbel wasn't selfish, especially with his own son. True, he didn't like the idea of Marcos catching him this way, but his son was always close-mouthed and never would tell Juanita. Too, Cookie was in dire need of more cock.
"What do you want?" he asked Cookie.
"If it is well with you, Senor Don, I would very much like to feel your son-my cousin Marcos-fucking me."
"Well, Marc, d'you want to go in on top of your old man?"
"Actually I had a kind of different idea," Marcos replied. "I figure an orgasm is an orgasm, right? Well, I'd like to give Cousin Cookie an anal orgasm."
"What is this anal orgasm?" Cookie asked.
"I'd like to fuck you in the ass, and make you come that way."
"Ahhh!" Cookie replied, thinking back to seeing the way that Mr. Andy Jones had fucked her aunt in the ass. Her aunt had enjoyed it very much. Well, since she had come this far, why not go on, and see if it was really possible for her to come with a cock in her ass.
"Very well," she nodded.
"Hey," Koelbel warned, "it could hurt a lot the first time."
"You hurt me at first," Cookie nodded, "but the pleasure was well worth the pain. If your son can bring to me this anal orgasm, as he calls it, it will be well worth any pain I might feel."
"To be honest, dad," Marcos said, "I think she'd really enjoy it a lot more if you got stiff and put your cock into her cunt, first."
"I need a little time," Koelbel told him. "But in the meantime, why don't the two of you warm up."
Marcos stripped down, revealing his athlete's body, and Cookie could see the boy was built along the lines of his father. Fortunately, his cock wasn't quite as thick as his father's, which meant it would fit in her ass a little more easily. But there was nothing for him to be ashamed of. His cock was still longer and thicker than those of most boys his age.
The two of them crawled onto the bed and for the next twenty minutes felt each other all over, titillating the various erogenous zones. Cookie rubbed his cock with her hand, feeling the throbbing way it pulsated, and she giggled a little, to think both, her uncle, and her cousin found her attractive. What would men think of her in two or three years, when her body had really flowered?
Don Koelbel had picked himself up and was sitting on the dressing table bench, watching his son and his niece cavort. The sight of it all made him hotter and more horny than ever. His cock began growing little by little, until it was finally at full mast.
"Okay," he told the other two, "let's go."
Cookie opened her thighs, and Koelbel slowly fitted his thick cock into her tight twat. It was no less tight now than it had been when he'd deflowered her, and it took nearly two minutes to get the full length into her.
"Okay, dad," Marcos nodded, panting as he stood over them. "Now turn over so she's on top of you."
Wrapping his arms around Cookie's perspiration-wet body, he rolled to his right, and suddenly he was the one on bottom, and Cookie was sitting on him with the full length of his throbbing poker buried far into her teeming cunt. Her small, growing breasts rubbed into his hairy chest as her naked white asscheeks pointed toward the ceiling. She writhed with delight, this being the first time she had ever been mounted on a man. It gave her a new, different sense of pleasure.
Abruptly, she stopped moving, feeling the tantalizing fingers of her cousin caressing her asscheeks.
"Just hold still a little longer," he whispered. "We have to find the right place to put my cock."
She felt a finger rubbing the outside of her anal pucker. In the mirror, off to the side, she could see her cousin was kneeling on the bed, between his father's legs and her own thighs. He was working with a determined concentration, his other hand wandering continually over the deliciously nude, inviting cleft between her round asscheeks. Her mind was aroused with passion and delight, and she was so swept up in it all, she no longer seemed aware of precisely what it was her cousin was doing. She knew they wouldn't hurt her deliberately, and any pain she might feel would be only temporary. In any case, she had the feeling it was all going to end up feeling wonderful.
A finger, pressing the crinkle of her asshole, made her jerk. It pressed directly into the tight space inside the sphinctral ring of muscle. She shivered with delight, thrilling to the touch of the finger, and she writhed a bit, moving her cunt around on her uncle's upstanding sword.
"Ohhhhhh ... so far it feels so very good " she whispered, continuing to writhe.
"Easy, easy," Marcos told her. "I don't want to hurt you, so do your best to remain still, huh?"
His hands opened her anxiously vibrating buttocks, tugging the asscheeks farther apart. She wanted to wriggle again when she felt his relentless finger continue pressing and pushing at the tight ring of her rectum. Flexing her buttocks tightly together, she shuddered with delight at the heavy pressure of her asscheeks was so great, he couldn't move his finger, and so had to use his thumbs to tug the white moons apart. He pulled them so far apart, she could actually feel the cool air drifting into her anal tunnel, caressing the dry pathway within.
Unable to push his finger in because of her dryness, Marcos knelt lower while still keeping her two asscheeks wide apart, and he thrust his tongue into the tight crevice of her ass, licking straight into the narrow hole.
"Eeeeee!" she squealed, her voice filled with aroused passion.
In order to steady her, Koelbel gripped her hips tightly, and then began slowly pumping his thick cock in and out of her tight, vaginal canal. Cookie found herself automatically responding, riding the thick flesh stick in her pussy up and down, feeling more wild thrills enhanced in her body. This seemed to be something of which she couldn't get enough. She was delirious with delight, feeling thrilling rapture because of the ecstatic thrills caused by the movement of Koelbel's throbbing pecker in the heated depths of her recently dehymenized pussy.
"Now," Koelbel told her. "You just relax and take it easy. Marc'll lick that asshole of yours a little more, get it nice and wet, then he'll stretch it a little with his finger to keep any possible pain down to a minimum. And once we start jointly fucking you, you'll love it."
Cookie merely sighed her acceptance of it all, tears filling her eyes, though they were tears of happiness. This was going to be wonderful, with her cousin filling her rear passage with his cock, while her cunt remained filled with her uncle's thick, swollen machine. Dios! These people here in the United States really knew how to enjoy things to the fullest. Even if they hid things from one another, they managed to indulge to totally satisfy themselves. Back home, where she lived, not only was everything kept secret, but she wondered if people there did anything at all, other than when they were making babies. Since coming to this country, her life had been one wonderful period of learning, and each thing she learned was more exciting than the previous things. She loved it and was determined she would not marry any man, eight or nine years in the future, until he had proven himself good with his cock.
The tantalizing movement of the cock in her cunt caused her to squirm some more, rubbing the thick knob against her vaginal walls, building the torrid sensations in her seething quicksand-like vagina. She could feel Marcos's fingers teasing the outer rim of her elastic anal hole, and then a forefinger pushed forward, slowly sinking in up to the first knuckle. Her anus automatically tightened as the finger pushed into her, and Cookie jumped from the unexpected sensation. There was unquestionably some discomfort involved, but it was mild compared to the pleasure she felt from the pressure of the cock in her cunt, and the responding pressure of the finger rotating in her ass. He was working slowly, giving her rectum time to stretch and accommodate itself to the thrusting finger. And because of this, the sensations coursing through her body became more and more overpowering.
Marcos smiled, enjoying the way she was reacting. He had played with other assholes in his time, but most of them cringed whenever he touched them, and it had taken him one helluva long time to convince each girl to open up and let him finally ram his cock inside. Odd, how the girls begged to have him fuck them in their cunts, where it was possible they might become pregnant if they didn't take proper precautions, but very few of them were willing to take it up the ass, where there was no chance of babymaking.
He pushed his finger a little deeper, feeling the pressure from his father's cock, as it pushed against the slender wall separating the ass-channel from through her tight cunt, Cookie became less and less aware of the strain on her rectum, and was even beginning to enjoy the pressure of his finger in there. It seemed to stimulate anal nerves she had never been aware of, before. And now she could feel a little excitement mounting in her ass. Her own body was relaxing quickly enough, and she was undulating her hips, moving them up and down and around. She gasped each time he thrust up into the steaming center of her erotic feeling. The head of his rubbery prick seemed to tease her cervix again and again. Now the intrusion into her anus was feeling very good, intensifying the thrills in her seething snatch.
His finger began moving deeper and deeper, and suddenly it was being sucked the rest of the way into her tight ass. And then the pressure increased as he began sliding a second finger into her rectum. It hurt for an instant, and she tried jerking her ass away. Had his forefinger not already been buried in her to the limit, she might have succeeded.
Her heart began pounding as she felt her uncle's hands grip her hips and raise her halfway along the length of his throbbing dong, pushing her back so Marcos could more easily fit his second finger into her. Oh, yes, they were going to enhance everything in her body. She could feel the wild thrills running back and forth through her body, blossoming and becoming stronger and stronger. She tried wrenching her naked ass this way and that, but her uncle's hands had her tightly in his grip. Her cousin's two fingers were worming their way far into her tightness, scissoring open and closed, widening her tunnel, preparing it for the more powerful entry to follow. Whatever pain she did feel was quickly fading, and she enjoyed the digital invasion of her rectum immensely. And then, as she was accustoming her body to the delightful movement of them in her ass, she felt them slowly slide out. Her rectal sphincter seemed to want to hold them inside, and clung tenaciously to them until the last second, when they finally did slide out. They made a small popping noise as they withdrew.
Now Marcos was back on the bed, his knees between her thighs, slowly moving his body closer to her as she remained impaled on Koelbel's cock. He stared at the rounded cheeks of her ass, and he could feel the drool building in his mouth. He swallowed, then slowly leaned forward, deciding he would deposit one more glob of spit into her anal center. His tongue carried the saliva out as he began wildly licking the sweet, tight asshole. He let his tongue trail up and down the crack between her cream-colored asscheeks, sending more shivers of forbidden delight through the tempestuous body of the red-haired girl.
"It'll be easier if you go into her ass without my cock inside," Koelbel told his son. "I'll shove my dong in after you're in."
Marcos's hands clamped tightly around her waist, lifting her up, and the security of the cock rummaging in and out of her tight pussy was suddenly gone. She was lifted clear off the massive baton, and then her body was kept in place as she felt Marco's heavy cock running up and down between her tender buttocks. She could feel how wet she was there by the way his cock kept sliding up and down. And then she felt it steady as he gripped it and guided it directly to her wrinkled pucker.
Cookie shuddered with delight at the first contact. Dios! It was so big. It would never fit into her tight rectum. It felt so immense against the tiny, helpless opening. And then she felt direct pressure against the sensitive bud-like opening. The pressure increased, soft and almost rubbery at first, then growing into a relentless solidity ... and then there was pain.
"Unnnggghhh!" she gasped. "It hurts, it hurts!"
Her cries filled the bedroom as she suddenly felt the tight, resisting muscle of her sphincter finally yield to the pressure of Marcos's unyielding cock.
The thick pole of hot flesh continued pressing inward, pushing the fearfully puckering interior of her wide-stretched anus deeper into itself. Waves of delight mingled with agonizing stabs as the cock continued pressing in. She groaned, not knowing whether to scream again, or to relax and hope the blissful sensation behind the wicked thrusts would soon overpower the pain. Little by little the thick cock sank deeper and deeper into her body until it was all the way in. She could feel her cousin's bushy pubic hair pressing against the soft cheeks of her buttocks. Yes, he was in to the hilt.
Then Don Koelbel, who had tugged his giantic, burning prong from her vaginal depths until his son could penetrate her rectum, slowly began tugging her straight down until the tip of her prick began thrusting into her pussy all over again. It slithered deeper and deeper until Cookie suddenly realized she now had the full length of two cocks fully buried in her young body. She could feel the weighty thickness of the one in her ass rubbing against the thicker, wildly pulsating prong in her pussy, separated solely by a thin wall of membrane. But she squirmed, thrilled to feel the two of them almost making contact, and the agonizing pain in her rectum was fading quickly. In fact, the weird pleasure in her rectum was building rapidly, and she slowly began moving her body back and forth between the two pile drivers.
Marcos, already over-excited, began wildly fucking into his cousin's tight, narrow ass, while Don Koelbel began pumping his throbbing cock into the tender, buttery depths of her heated vagina. Her wetly welcoming cunt pulled the cock all the way in again and again as she bounced on the bed, making the springs groan in protest. The two men were fucking her in tandem, yanking their cocks out at the same time, leaving only the swollen heads inside, and then shoving their meaty prongs back in, filling her with their powerful staves of flesh.
Cookie began squealing in delight, feeling wild thrills course through her as they buffeted her tender youthful body back and forth between them. Her whimpering cries became a single sobbing whine of exquisite pleasure as thrill built on thrill inside both her buffeted channels at once. Her slender body writhed, feeling passion burn in every blood vessel.
She felt her entire being suddenly become a shivering, quaking mass of pure, wanton lasciviousness as she moved back and forth in mad, wild abandon. She was totally absorbed by the new, overpowering sensations. She wildly rotated her hips and buttocks, joyfully skewering herself between the two powerful muscles fucking so delightfully into her. She squeezed with her vaginal muscles while tightening her rectum, giving both males the same wild pleasure, at once. A wonderful, volcanic sensation was first starting to build in her body, mounting higher with every passing second, as the two penises continued driving in and out of her. Her arms flailed out wildly in all directions at once.
"Unnnhhh ... unnnhhh...." Cookie gasped, unable to find words to express how good she felt.
Blistering waves of shattering delight seemed to surge through her cock-skewered loins. The feeling seemed to spread through her entire body, making her forget there had ever been pain. Where she had believed what her uncle had done before was the most glorious thing she could feel, she now realized this was even more delightful. Erupting sensations were blasting their way through her young, girlish body like surf beating against high rocks.
"Senor Don," she gasped, "oh Senor Don ... this ... ahhhhhh ... is all ... so wonderfulllll...."
Koelbel, lying on the bed with Cookie on top of him, and his son all but on top of her, could neither do or say anything as he felt the young girl's vaginal muscles tightly clamp around his throbbing cock. He sensed she was about to come, and he was right, as she suddenly flung her head back, just missing hitting her cousin in the face, as she screamed, "AAAAAAIIIIIIYYYYYYAA-AAAAHHHHHH!"
Cookie was totally out of her senses as she began coming wildly, feeling the sensations hitting her in two places at once, as the orgasm seemed to course through both, her vagina and her rectum.
Marcos was amazed at the strength with which his young cousin was able to come. Christ! She seemed like she could go on orgasming forever. How could it be possible that a girl, this young, coming from a country where the mere breath of sex outside a married bedroom was considered anaethema, could be so on fire and aroused. Yet it was not only possible, but happening.
The girl was shivering and groaning, sweat pouring out of her like water from a fountain as she furiously worked against the two spears filling her tender body. They repeatedly slammed the full length of their cocks into her, and she gratefully accepted them. Her red hair was flouncing wildly, as she increased the accelerated movement of her body to get the maximum thrill from her orgasms. There were more climaxes waiting inside her, just aching to come out, and she was determined to bring as many of them out of her as possible.
Her brain was spinning wildly, but even through the mindless thoughts gripping her, she could hear the animal-like gasps of her cousin as he rammed his swollen pike even deeper into her anal center. He was less than a second away from coming, himself. And she could also feel the flexing swell of her uncle's cock as it prepared to deliver another libation into the churning depths of her young body. Her muscles contracted even more, to speed up the orgasms of both males.
Marcos' bubbling sea of sperm began shooting into her rectum, making the tight hole squeeze and that of the vagina.
As Koelbel's hard cock continued working ripple all the more. It set off another series of orgasms in her ass, and as Marcos bellowed a grunting, "YAAAARRRRGGGGHHHHH!" she screamed another loud, "AAAAAIIIIIYYYYY-AAAAAGGGGGHHHHH!"
Koelbel, feeling his son's cock pulsing madly as it squirted its contents into Cookie's body, plunged his own prick straight up, embedding his own shooting penis as far into her young, clenching pussy as it would go, yelling a, "HAAAAAARRRRRRGGGGGGHHHHHH!" as his hot, white sperm shot into her seething depths.
Cookie fell forward, almost knocked out because of more than a dozen orgasms, major and minor, that had blasted through her. Her mind could no longer think rationally, but her body remained taut, keeping the two cocks locked tightly inside her.
For what seemed like forever the panting of the three of them filled the entire room. The hot, sticky ooze of their combined blasts seeped from her tightly clenched anus and clutching vagina. The two white floods pooled together on the covers of the bed, bubbling continuously out of her.
Finally she relaxed and let the two shrunken penises fall out of her body. But she knew this was not the last time she would be doing something like this. In fact, it had already formed in the back of her mind to bring Sharon into this, so she could lick Sharon's cunt while the two men fucked her, front and rear. Then Sharon could return the favor.
Marcos rolled off her, lying on the bed beside his father, and Cookie rolled off the other way. She smiled to herself, letting her fingers play between her thighs so they could dredge out more of the dripping semen. She would occasionally bring her fingers to her lips and lick them, smelling the rich fragrance of the sperm. She even tasted some dripping from her ass and decided Senor Don still had the best-tasting semen of all.
Later the three of them managed to dress and change the bedcover before Juanita came home. They smiled at one another, and Cookie felt good and secure.
This was a happy family. She wanted to remain part of it. In fact, she never wanted to return to her Latin American country ever again. Once there, she would have to be like a nun all over again, and she didn't think she could take that. So she would study hard, get good marks, finish high school here, and even go to college here and learn a career. And by the time her parents were ready to drag her back home, she would be able to be independent of them because of her career. And staying here, in the United States, she would be able to fuck as often as pleased her ... and that would be very often, indeed.
