Most of us are familiar with the concept of revenge. From childhood we invariably learn to say, "I'll get even with you." Most of us wish for, and take, revenge in petty ways. The salesgirl annoyed us; we won't shop in that store. That person kept us waiting; we'll keep them waiting the next time. But when we find ourselves more than the target of a minor irritation, when the grievance takes on the appearance of a major wrong, our desire for revenge increases proportionately.
Indeed, the desire to avenge past humiliations may corrupt a person, blinding him to everyone's needs but his own. The man or woman who is committed to vengeance may find that he or she has set a course from which there seems to be no turning back. But does he or she find satisfaction? Is the final result worth the possible destruction of innocents?
This story is about a young girl, who to all outward appearances, is a normal teenager. But when she decides to take vengeance on her cousins for raping her mother, the lives of those around her. are radically changed.
This story is a searing portrait of a young girl corrupted by her desire for vengeance.
-THE PUBLISHER
CHAPTER ONE
Her fingers began wandering up and down the man's back, running from the back of his neck all along his spine, then up again. Her fingertips were gentle; a feather-soft caress barely touching his flesh and moving nearer his ass each time.
He was a middle-aged man with vast experience and found it difficult to believe the young girl was a virgin. He would find out, himself, in a very short while.
Her hand moved beneath his shirt, tugging it out- in back, pulling until the shirt was clear of his pants. She slid her hands under the shirt and let her fingers roam through the forest of hair matting his chest.
He let the young girl, his first cousin once removed yank the shirt up until it was around his neck, then he pulled it over his head, taking it off.
His own hands crawled up the front of her, and for the first time he could feel her full, youthful, quivering breasts beneath her sheer blouse. He could hear her gasp and assumed she was thrilled and delighted as they rubbed against her elongating nipples. He could feel them enlarging through the blouse.
She yanked the blouse off instantly, then pressed her bosom against his hairy chest. He felt thrilled at the sensation of the warmth and softness of her pillowy boobs, thrilling to the way they cushioned his body.
He glanced down and looked at those wonderful, bra-less tits. He saw they were large, perfect spheres. Her flesh was very white. Her areolas were soft pink, and her nipples were the same color.
When he pressed her left nipple between his fingers, he found it soft and spongy. He pressed the nipple in against the swelling mound of her tit.
He began kissing and caressing her soft white' throat, though one hand constantly worked on her wonderful, youthful tits. Her hands slid down along his thighs. They slid along his belly, actually dipping into his groin; then moved along his inner thighs out to his hips. Each time her hands moved to touch his crotch they lingered just a fraction of a second longer. They pressed against the hard, cylindrical bulge of his cock. She appeared delighted, rubbing her fingers again and again on the length of his hot prick beneath the pants.
He was panting, dying to tug his pants off and free his dick so she could fondle it and maybe even suck it. He wondered if such a young girl was prepared to stuff his meat into her mouth.
She lifted her body slightly and pressed her dangling tits to his face, letting the nipples of her right breast graze his lips. He opened his mouth, stuck out his tongue and licked. She shuddered and wrapped both arms around his head, holding his head against her breast.
She shivered, feeling the hot breath from his mouth warm her nipple. He pulled his head away and reached up to grab them. Her tits felt so delightfully round and full. He pressed the two jugs together and stared at the valley between them. Then he leaned forward, lanced his tongue out and licked between them, making her shiver again. He' lapped at her flesh, licking all around but purposely rot touching the nipples. It made her squirm uncomfortably, and she tried guiding a nipple to his mouth. His tongue lanced between her pressed-together tits the way a cock would knife into a cunt.
He licked the pink caps covering the white hillocks, moving his tongue around and around, making them shine with his spit.
He sucked the pressed-together nipples into his mouth, tugging them hard with his lips. He watched the way both boobs seemed to pull away from the rest of her as his mouth strongly sucked on the hard, rubbery spikes of pinkness.
"MMMmmmm... " she moaned, softly.
He began sucking harder, now working first on the right nipple, then on the left one. She held his face between her palms, pulling his face against her chest as if her breasts were foam-rubber cushions.
Her nipples tasted good to him, and they felt hot against his tongue. He sucked strongly, licking wildly with his tongue, chewing on her areolas. She became hotter and hotter.
Her hands moved down into his lap, looking for his penis. His hands moved down along her very, very narrow waist and slid along her rounded hip, creeping across the front of her thigh until it' pressed against the soft bulge of her pubic mound.
She jumped when she felt his touch. Then she fell back on the bed, pulling him with her. They fell against the mattress together, clutching one another powerfully on the king-sized bed.
Her hand was still in his crotch, only now it was reaching for his fly zipper. He parted his legs a bit, giving her easier access to the zipper while her own thighs opened and his hand pressed into the wet divide of her pussy. She rubbed her body enticingly against his hand, moaning as his palm rubbed the hot, moist swelling of her quim.
He began tugging her skirt off. She unhooked his belt and began removing his pants. Before he could kick off his pants, she was embracing him again. At the same time she was sliding her own panties off. It was obvious she was hotter than boiling oil. Hell! He was no less aroused. First cousin or not, she was one very sensuous chick.
She pushed his pants off.
He clutched her tightly to him, his thick, solid cock pressing against the mossy bush between her thighs. The hair was sopping.
. The curly hedge surrounding her pussy was thick and lush. She could see the glitter in his eyes as he stared at it.
He rubbed his cock against the slimy separation between her hot cuntlips. She trembled involuntarily, heated lust working through her as she clutched him tightly to her, rubbing her soft snatch against his hard cock.
"You really sure you're a virgin?" he asked.
"I'm a virgin," she reassured him quietly. "I've played around here and there, Cousin Frank. But nobody's ever been inside me, before. I've been waiting for just the right penis."
"And is mine the right one?"
"Well, we'll see if it fits," she replied, shuddering as his fingers rubbed her nipples.
Staring into his eyes, Rosalie knew he was hesitating about what to do next. He would have loved a blowjob, but then she wouldn't let him fuck her. She had three holes, and she intended de-virginizing each one with a different male cousin. There were five of them, which meant she would have to improvise with the last two. She'd do something different with each when the time, came. She'd also worry about it when the time came.
Right now she was with Cousin Frank Traveler. That was her mother's name... Traveler. It was also her own name since she had no idea which of her male cousins was her father; and her mother had never married.
What she was doing now was driving her physically wild. She was enjoying the physical contact more than she'd believed she would. Excellent! Her gasping and panting made Frank believe her sole reason for being with him was the lust she had for. him. At another time, under other circumstances, he might well have been right.
The rubbing of his prick against her pussy made her close her eyes and sigh passionately. Frank could see she was enjoying the way he mouthed her tits. He slid lower, concentrating on nibbling her nipples. His hands weighed the full roundness of each breast as he licked the nipples. Her snatch ground against him with more and more speed.
"Oh Lord!" she whispered. "You have some mouth. It thrills me all over."
Shrugging, Frank began licking lower, stabbing the point of his tongue into her navel. Then he began licking down across the flatness of her tummy. She shuddered, wriggling under him, barely able to contain her joy, knowing he was about to suck her cunt.
He carefully avoided touching her pelvis, her bush, or her snatch. She wanted to beg him to stab his tongue into her, but he was one of a few men she would never beg for anything.
His hands spread her thighs wide apart. He' stared at the dark carpet of her pubic hair, then let his eyes wander down to the large, almost cherry-red clitoris. And below that, partially open because his thumbs were pressing on the insides of her thighs, was the gaping slash of her leaking cunt.
"Oh God!" she murmured.
He pressed his closed lips to the opening. He felt her sticky pussy-fluid ooze all over his mouth. She jumped, feeling his lips press between her thighs.
His thumbs spread her pussylips farther apart as his tongue lapped from the bottom of her wet slice to the top. She screeched out her delight, letting Frank know he was really getting to her.
Her pussylips were sopping wet and sticky with her juices as his tongue licked them. He sucked all along the length of the hot opening, feeling her shiver with ecstasy.
She was enjoying it. He knew she was enjoying it. He could tell from her reactions. He shoved his face more deeply into her leaking cunt. He lapped straight up to the top of her burning split and found her hard, rigid clit. It was throbbing madly, so he sucked it between his lips and whipped his tongue over it a few times.
"My God!" she gasped as she felt his mouth lap at her pussy.
His tongue slid from her clit into her seething' cunt, and Rosalie shuddered. His tongue licked as far into her as it could go, lapping at the walls of her heated tunnel. He pushed her labia even farther apart and slurped his tongue in and out, lapping along the rim of her cuntlips.
She screamed and clamped her white thighs tightly around his head, panting as her ass bounced against the mattress.
His tongue teased the soft folds of her labial membranes. Then he shoved his face as far into her cunt as it would go, thrusting his tongue all the way up into her channel.
"God! God! God!" she exclaimed loudly, bouncing wildly on the wide bed, thrilling to the way his tongue alternated between her heated cunt and her throbbing clitoris. Her cuntlips seemed to be sucking on his face. She was moving too quickly. Frank knew if he kept it up, she'd come this way.
He continued lapping into her, sucking on her clit with maddening fervor. Then he suddenly stopped lapping, yanking his face from between her thighs, hearing her yell, "Frank... oh God... Cousin Frank... don't stop... for God's sake don't stop... " Before her complaints grew any louder, Frank moved up and lay on top of her, forcing his stiff' meat against her pussy.
"Fit it in," she gasped. "Fit it in! I know it's the right one. Fit it in!"
Reaching down, he grabbed his stiff peter and pressed the head against her sopping Ups, then began pushing hard. At first her tight vulva refused to open. But as he pressed harder, the lips slowly parted. Little by little he began slowly stuffing his cock into her.
She screeched, feeling passion mixed with pain as his seething cock forced her vaginal walls wider apart. She held her breath, humping her ass higher, hoping the meat would fit all the way into her before the pain overpowered the pleasure.
He was halfway in when she felt the blunted head of his cock press against something that hurt.
"That's a cherry, all right," she heard him mutter. "By God, you really are a virgin."
"Break it," she gasped.
He thundered his cock forward. She screamed. Suddenly there came a sharp, intense feeling of ripping, and she felt his thick, sturdy cock shove - itself all the way in, widening the rest of her cunt tunnel. When he moved back, she pleaded, "Don't take it out, now. Oh God! Stuff it back in."
And in it went, slamming as far up into her as it could go.
"Christ!" he murmured. "You're so damn soft and hot, like melted butter."
"And you're so damn hard and hot!" she gasped.
He pulled back, then lunged forward again, stuffing his cock right up into her burning cunt. She yelped loudly in his ear, madly bouncing as her hips thrust to meet his. She thrilled, feeling the length of his hard cock run all the way up into the yearning depths of her cunt, filling her channel with his solid flesh.
He knew she was boiling hot and would be coming in almost no time. He could feel his own sperm starting to bubble and boil inside him, and he knew it would only a matter of minutes before he unloaded his own spunk into her.
He was pumping rhythmically into her now. He could feel her hot cunt suck at his cock as eagerly as any babe might suck at its mother's breast.
Her body lunged upward, her cunt slamming into his pelvis again as her long, slender limbs wrapped themselves around his body for better leverage. He could feel her vulva, opening and closing, like lips designed for sucking and pulling. The tightness of her cunt seemed to be trying to vacuum him in. It clung to his cock with the tightness of a vise.
She could feel his weighty balls slamming against her as he began speeding up his thrusts. Both could hear the slurping of her cunt on his cock.
"I... I... I... can feel... it... " she said between gritted teeth.
"Let it hit," he gasped. "Don't be afraid. Let it hit."
He rammed his cock into her with greater ferocity now, his thick, hot pole crashing through the sticky resistance of her drooling pussy. The clutching sweetness of her vaginal walls stroked every side of his sliding cock. He rammed his cock home. His chest pressed against her tits.
The sperm was rising, climbing into his cock, and it would be shooting out of him and into her at any moment. Oddly, he found himself concerned with her coming first. He hadn't cared before. He'd never given a damn about any other woman; not even his own wife. Hell! He hadn't given a shit about Rosalie's mother, recalling the one time he'd banged her. It had been part of a gang-bang. He and four other male cousins had all had the hots for Cousin Wendy. That had been about sixteen years ago. Wendy had been so snooty about her good looks, so all the male cousins had fixed her, fucking her solidly. She had disappeared after that. True, he had heard from her one more' time. She had wanted money from him for some reason or other, but he had taken the request and had tom it up. Shit! He didn't owe her a goddamn thing.
And now, all of a sudden, Rosalie, Wendy's daughter, had appeared on the scene. She had asked for nothing, but she'd let Frank know she was willing to fuck for him if he wanted her.
His cock plunged ever more strongly into her now, and he had to pin her down. He rammed his weighty prick into her cunt. Her pussy continued sucking him in as she rotated beneath him.
It was ecstasy that made her cry out. The sight and sound of her orgiastic throes made him even more aroused. He felt his prick beginning to swell and enlarge as he rammed his dong into her.
The jism was rising and there was no way to stop it now. It was already through the head of his penis, ready to unload. Then, as he plunged forward, the sperm erupted from his phallic prod and unleashed itself into her gobbling nookie. She peaked, feeling his heated semen splash into her cunt as his prick continued knifing back and forth within her.
She felt him pumping as his cock continued flooding her pussy. Her hips continued lunging up.
Rosalie knew Cousin Frank was enjoying himself' as much as she was. And she was glad. Cousin Frank deserved to enjoy the thing that would bring his entire life to its downfall. He wasn't quite as bad as the others, but he was bad enough.
Cousin Ray was the worst, she thought, as her orgasm slowly began to subside. Cousin Ray would come last. By then, she would have nothing virgin to offer him.
CHAPTER TWO
"How's that for an old man?" Frank asked as they dressed.
"You aren't so old, Cousin Frank," Rosalie chided. "I'm sure you're far better than many boys half your age."
"Better believe it, kid. Kid! Hah! So you're Wendy's kid, huh? It's been a long time since I've seen her. How is she?"
"Mother died two months ago," Rosalie told him.
"How 'bout your father?"
"I never learned who my father was." .
"Oh. Yeah, well Wendy always was a wild sort. She kinda got wild once too often. Not that I'm complaining. I mean, you're one helluva terrific result of wildness. But then, you're kinda like your mother in being wild, too."
"Kinda," Rosalie smiled, buttoning her blouse. "Only I'm a little smarter than mother when it comes to certain things."
"What made you come back to this town?" Frank asked, a bit suspicious.
"I hear my great-grandfather, your grandfather, left a will, dividing his five-million-dollar estate between the offspring of his two sons."
"True," Frank nodded. "Hey, your mother never collected her share. It's been held in trust at the bank. It's still there, too."
"I know," Rosalie nodded. "Mother remained in contact with the bank, and they'd been sending her the interest on her share of the inheritance. It's been more than enough to live on. Now that mother's dead, I've come to establish my claim to the money."
"As long as you have all the necessary papers, you won't have a problem."
"The papers are already safely stored away at' the bank," Rosalie assured him. "Now I figure I'm going to settle down here in this suburb. I thought the smart thing to do would be for me to look up my relatives."
"You're kinda lucky, getting all that money," Frank told her. "My share of the inheritance was a lot smaller than yours. I mean, my father had five sons, and your grandfather, my uncle, he only had the one daughter-your mother. So me and my four brothers each got only one fifth the amount your mother got. After taxes it only came out to be a little more than a quarter of a million. You'd be surprised how easy it is to spend a quarter of a million nowadays. We all have to work pretty hard to earn our livings."
"You seem to be doing all right," Rosalie smiled. I mean, you're in the county legislature, so you can't be doing too badly."
"Hey, I'm not crying poverty. I just figured you oughtta know how lucky you are."
"Not quite as lucky as you think, Cousin Frank. The principal remains at the bank. I can only draw on the interest."
"Jesus!" he said, changing the subject. "Who'd have thought the sweet-looking kid who came to see me this afternoon about straightening out some legal question would turn out to be my ..
"Lay for the night?" she asked.
"No, I mean, who'd think you'd be my first cousin."
"Once removed," she reminded him.
"You weren't so far removed tonight. And to think you got me so hot and bothered I agreed to come to your apartment tonight. Hell! I never figured we'd end up in the sack, especially after you told me how you'd always shied away from boys before."
"Foolish of me, wasn't it?" she laughed. "By the way, you never did tell me whether or not I could establish legal claim to that little bit of land south of town."
"I was the wrong one to ask such a question," he admitted. "You should have gone to see my brother, Ed, the lawyer, on that matter."
"You mean you purposely misled me so I would invite you here tonight so we could... "
"Now hold on," he interrupted. "I never really believed I'd ever be able to get to first base with you, much less slide into home. But I liked you, and I admit, I was hot for you, and I figured if there was any kind of chance, I wanted it."
"You got it. Okay, Cousin Frank. I have the feeling we'll be seeing more of each other."
* * *
Going to the window, Rosalie watched Frank Traveler drive away.
"You lascivious scumbag," she muttered.
Going to the closet, she unlocked the door. On a small shelf behind the door was a videotape camera. It operated electrically at the push of a button, and she had the button taped down. There was an hour's worth of tape on the reel-more than _ enough to capture all that had occurred between herself and Cousin Frank.
She played the tape back on the video recorder. She looked at the monitor. Cousin Frank's photos were so good.
Frank was only the first one. He was the middle brother of five who had made her mother's life hell on earth. Frank, Ed, Vinnie, Albert, and Ray. Mostly Ray. Her mother had a lot of hate for Ray.
Her mother had told her the story so many times she could picture the whole thing in her mind. She could even see things her mother hadn't told her, such as the planning the brothers had given the rape.
Wendy, her mother, had been seventeen at the time, and she was getting ready for her coming-out party. The Travelers had been a well-known family' in that village.
Wendy was beautiful and she knew it. And the Sunday evening her grandfather, then still alive, had been celebrating her seventy-second birthday party., she was feeling gay and happy. Her full breasts pressed against her white party dress. When she stood with the light in back of her, one could see right through the dress and admire the shape of her body.
More than once her cousins had whistled at her as she'd walked by, clapping their hands and stomping. But Wendy had ignored them. She was a Traveler. And not even another Traveler dared lay hands on her.
But Wendy didn't know her cousins very well. At her grandfather's party, the five brothers huddled together, staying away from all the other girls, quietly following Wendy as she walked through the large garden belonging to her grandfather.
The five of them stared at the way her body seemed to shimmer under that dress, watching the sensuous way her ass twitched from side to side as she walked. More than once they had talked about how lucky any guy would be to get into Cousin Wendy, but this was one night when, a little drunk, they decided they would take turns with her. What the hell! She was a Traveler, with hot blood like all five of them. She'd probably come to love it.
Anyway, the way she walked she was just inviting a good, solid fucking.
"Jesus!" Albert muttered, "what a goddamn ass."
Albert was the youngest of the five brothers, and next to Ray, the most sadistic. He was the shortest of the five brothers, only five feet four inches tall, and he felt inferior to all of them.
"Look at those legs," Vinnie muttered. "I'll betcha she could break your neck if she ever wrapped 'em around there. Shit! There ain't a dame in the entire village with legs like hers."
"I've fucked a lotta chicks around here," Ray broke in, but they're gonna be nothing compared to our luscious cousin."
Ray was the oldest of the brothers. He had a cruel streak in him. He was the best-looking of the brothers. Though he had dark hair, his attitude was that of an SS storm trooper. He was the born leader of the five brothers. He all but ruled the family now that their father, along with their aunt and uncle, were dead.
In his own way Ray was cruelly handsome, and he was as evil as he was handsome.
"She's a virgin," Frank muttered. "There's a' good chance she smells down there. I mean, what do virgins know about keeping their cunts clean?"
"She's a Traveler," Ray reminded him. "Her cunt's clean."
"Where we gonna nab her?" Ed asked.
"Well," Albert laughed, "we could always walk up to her and say, 'Cousin Wendy, we're here to fuck you, Would you care to follow us to one of our rooms, or shall we use yours.' "
"Cut the shit," Ray snapped. "We're going to have to grab her, gag her, and drag her off, say to the summer house all the way out back where no one'll see us. Right now, we go around the other side of the house and wait for her!"
"Yeah," Ed broke in, "but what if... "
"Cool it!" Ray snorted. "No more ifs, and's, or but's. Look at the way her tight ass is twitching. I'd fuck her in the middle of the ballroom right in front of grandpa and it'd be worth anything that'd happen after."
"And what about those luscious tits," Albert added. - "Yeah, she's got great knockers all right," Frank admitted.
"I always pictured what they'd look like naked," Ed muttered.
"No need to picture it any more," Ray' murmured. "We're gonna gently take that dress offa her, and yank off everything else until she's bareass naked."
"Jesus!" Vinnie muttered. "I got a hard-on just thinkin' about it. I'm gonna rip a hole in my underwear."
"Let's stop talkin' and get movin'," Frank muttered.
The five brothers, barely able to keep themselves from running, moved slowly toward the summer house.
Wendy was taking the long, roundabout way, and didn't even notice her cousins. They waited, standing behind a grove of. trees, watching the bench where Wendy sat down.
"Christ! I'm burning up," Albert muttered. "If that cunt ever gets near me, I'll probably pop a load in my underwear."
"Shut the fuck up and get ready," Ray whispered. "Just remember to clamp a hand over her mouth. She's dumb enough to start yellin'."
Ray was shivering with anxiety. God! He'd had the hots for Cousin Wendy as long as he could remember. He was burning up with the urge to sink his cock into her sucking, virgin cunt. But he was worried about getting caught, as well. In spite of the air of bravado he put on in front of his' brothers, he was a chicken-shit coward underneath. Ray motioned with his hand. Ed came charging out from behind a tree and wrapped his arms around Wendy's waist. Wendy, startled, was getting ready to turn to face him when Frank's arms wrapped around her ankles and lifted her up off the ground.
Surprised more than frightened, she opened her mouth to protest and suddenly Albert's grimy hand was pressing itself into her mouth. 'With Ray leading them, they hurriedly carried her struggling form across the lawn and into the summer house.
Before they could set her down, Ray's anxious fingers were already undoing the buttons of her dress. And even as he slowly peeled it off her luscious body, making sure his brothers held her arms in such a way he could get the sleeves off without ripping them, he shivered.
When Ray started peeling her panties off, Wendy struggled even more. But Ray slapped her ass a few times, letting her know she would be hurt even more if she struggled. She was sobbing and making muffled noises, but she no longer fought them. Ray had her panties off. It was almost dark, but he could see the white, rounded moons of her buttocks. He could also see the dark furrow between her thighs, though it was difficult to make' out the pink slash.
At Ray's order, the brothers stood Wendy on her feet. Albert's hand remained clamped on her mouth while the other brothers held her arms and legs. Ray went about undoing her bra and peeling off her petticoats.
Ray could see the combination of hate and terror in her eyes.
"Lay her down on the floor and hold her down," Ray instructed, pulling down the suspenders of his tuxedo pants and taking them off.
The brothers forced Wendy onto her back, letting the full, ripe globes of her balloon like tits stand straight up. Frank's mouth watered. He couldn't keep himself from leaning forward and sucking on the quivering bud of her nipple. Ed, who was holding her right arm, began sucking on her right nipple.
Albert, who was staring with his mouth hanging open, loosened the grip of his hand over her mouth. Wendy bit down hard, and Albert all but screamed as her teeth almost cut through to his bone. He tugged his hand away, but before Wendy could scream, Vinnie slapped her hard across the face and clamped his hand over her mouth.
"You bite anyone again, Cousin," Ray snapped, "and our grandpa'll be pickin' up the bill for your' new dentures. Vinnie, take your hand off Cousin Wendy's mouth. She ain't gonna scream no more."
"Ray," she sputtered when Vinnie took his hand away, "you'll never get away with this. You know it. I'll tell grandpa as soon as you let me go."
"What'll you tell him, Wendy?" Ray sneered. "Maybe you'll let him know how you lured all five of us out here and offered all of us your nookie one by one? I mean, we're five to your one. Grandpa was always partial to his grandsons. You were an extra-added burden. You know it. Now if his five favorite grandsons swear his granddaughter cockteased them into fucking her, who d'you think the old man'll believe?"
"If you hit me, you know he'll believe me," Wendy told him. "So all I have to do is scream once. Now get off me or I'll do just that."
"No way, Wendy," he said, motioning to Vinnie to clamp his hand over her mouth again. "You're about to get fucked good and proper."
Wendy began crying, but her sobs were muffled by Vinnie's fingers. Her thighs trembled as Ray's hands began wandering over them. He caressed her narrow waist and rubbed his palms over her virgin tits, feeling her nipples swell as blood rushed to them.
"Get a look at this, Wendy," he said, kneeling' over her, waving his prong in her face. "Take a really good look at it because this is the last time you're gonna see it before it's covered with your virgin blood."
Wendy could see all of them were too far gone for reasoning. All five intended using her. And she knew Ray was right. Their grandfather would rather believe any one of the five boys than believe her.
She watched Ray lean down and press his face into her stomach, licking and biting her flesh, making her writhe.
He eyes wide with horror, Wendy stared at Ray's twitching penis hovering over her belly. She could see the colorless liquid glistening in the light, making his cock-head shine.
"Vinnie," Ray snapped, "Albert, hold her mouth. You get over here and grab hold of her right leg and just keep that thigh far apart from the other."
Ray shoved her thighs open despite Wendy's struggles to keep them together. He forced two fingers into the labial folds guarding her cunt. He moved his fingers around until he found the hole. To his surprise he felt moisture coming from the hole. She was watering, making her pussy slippery.
He tried pushing his fingers into her tight hole,' but found it too constricted. Wendy automatically yanked her body away as Ray pushed against her pussylips. Ray moved forward, applied a little more pressure, then rammed his fingers into the warm wetness between her labia. This time he managed to push them past the tight ring of her squeezing vulva.
"Jesus, you're tight, Cousin Wendy," Ray laughed. "It's gonna be a real pleasure stuffing my cock into your pussy."
"Hold on a minute," Albert suddenly spoke up. "Just because you're the oldest brother doesn't give you the right to go first."
Ray began laughing, then he calmed down and said, "You're right, Albert. My being the oldest doesn't give me the right to go first. What does give me that right is the fact that I have my pants off and my cock out, and it happens to be hanging pretty near her cunt at the moment. So shut your stupid face."
Ray pushed his fingers deeper into Wendy's humid softness. He moved his fingers around and around, feeling the lubrication in her pussy increase. She may not have liked what was happening to her, but her body certainly wanted more. He pushed his fingers deeper and actually felt the strip of membrane blocking her vaginal' passage.
Wendy desperately struggled, squirming with energy born of fear, but the brothers had a tight grip on her. Ray pressed the flat of his palm against her pelvis to keep her from jerking around too much. The pressure only made Wendy struggle all the harder.
Ray, perspiring heavily now with anxiety, rolled her dress into a ball and propped it under her ass to raise her cunt. He pulled her labia apart as his fingers slithered back and forth inside her. He parted her pussy, kneeling down and looking at the way his fingers slid in and out of her.
"Look at that juicy cunt," he muttered, staring as her pussy oil came dripping out all over his fingers and oozing down her thighs. "Man, this is a cunt, all right. Look at how rich and pink those pussylips are. Oh man, this is gonna be some fuck."
He pressed his throbbing glans to her sucking aperture, rubbing it up and down in her slit. He felt her entire body tense as he rubbed the knob up, then down. He rubbed it a few more times, then, finally, finding the cunt-opening, began pressing slowly. It moved very tightly into her.
He could feel her body trying to fight him and resist him. He pushed a little deeper and felt her tighten even more, struggling as best she could to keep him from going any deeper.
God! What a feeling! He could feel hot butter sliding around his cock, pressing back, trying to resist his entry, and it made everything feel even better. The thrilling sensation spread inside his cock.
As he felt Wendy shudder, Ray sighed.
"Jesus!" Albert was saying. Frank and Ed were bending down, watching his pole slowly sink deeper as the two pelvises slowly came closer together. Vinnie's mouth hung wide open as he watched his brother's ass move farther and farther up between his cousin's wide-open thighs.
Ray stopped for a moment and took in a lungful of air. He could feel the resisting pressure of her cherry. Gripping her waist with clenched fists, he suddenly plunged forward, tearing through her virginal barrier.
And then the full length of his steaming rod was sunk to its deepest inside her and his scrubby pelvis was pressing into the fleecy hairs on her own mound. He felt the warmth of her thighs press against his hips involuntarily. God, but it felt good to be surrounded by them.
He fell forward, pressing his palms against her breasts, feeling her hard nipples dig into his palms.' He clutched at them for support, squeezing them tightly. He plunged his dork into her plundered cunt again and again, gasping for breath. He pulled his hips back slowly. Then he leaned into her breasts and sent his cock charging forward, thrusting his cock as far up into her as he could go.
"Look at that," he muttered to his brothers, staring down at his cock. He could see his shadowy cock shining with the mixture of oil and blood he'd drawn from her cunt each time he'd pulled back. He could almost see the edges of her pink pussylips as he drew back.
Now he began setting a regular beat, attacking and retreating, slamming into her pelvis as hard as he could. His fingers continued squeezing her tits, thrilling to the way her rubbery nipples rubbed against his palms.
His knees forced her loins even farther apart. He was enjoying every last second of it. Shit! He'd known fucking Cousin Wendy would be good, but nothing he'd imagined could begin to equal the real thing. She was made to fit around his throbbing cock.
"Into the breech once more," he muttered, plunging his cock forward again.
"Yeah, and what a breech," Albert muttered, licking his lips.
"There are breeches and there are breeches," Vinnie teased. "From what I can see, Ray has found a nice breech."
Ray felt the swelling of his cock. It was difficult to move his weighty cock through Wendy's tight cunt. Her shivering and struggling enhanced the feeling even more, and lie knew there was no way he would be able to hold back his spunk. He was going to blast every last drop of it into his cousin's flaming pussy. His asscheeks tightened with every lunge, and his swaying balls drew up tightly into his crotch. His fingers squeezed her full tits.
Wendy lay under him, her ass raised by the folded dress beneath it. The white dress was already bloodstained. She was completely helpless, shuddering as she felt his seething cock rub so far up into her that she was certain the head was into her belly.
Ray shuddered as his cock stabbed as far into her as it could go. And then the floodgates opened and his sperm came pouring out of him. Ray screeched, gritting his teeth to keep himself from letting the whole world know where he was. He sighed and groaned as he bucked forward with each spurt, blasting wad after wad of heavy cream into her tormented cunt.
He left his cock inside Wendy until it shriveled. He let it fall out rather than take it out.
Finally, after a few minutes passed, Ray picked himself up and lay in the shadows.
Before any of the other brothers could make a sound, Albert took his hand from Wendy's mouth. He had been undoing his pants while Ray had been coming,- and now, with both his pants and drawers off, he muttered, "I got another gag f you, Wendy. And I swear, if I feel even a bite, I'm gonna rip out all your fuckin' hair, then get my knife and slice your cunt so wide open, the gash'll begin at your belly button."
"Albert, don't," Wendy gasped, pleading. "Please don't do this terrible thing."
"Terrible for you, maybe," he laughed, straddling her chest, sitting on her breasts as he pointed his cock toward her mouth. "Pretty damn good for me, though."
"No, Albert, no don't... glllugggphhh... " His solid little pecker slid into the waiting'-' warmth of her mouth. Almost instantly he could feel the way her tongue, fighting to keep his cock from thrusting too deeply, pressed slickly against the underside of his quivering cock.
"Suck it, Wendy," he murmured, bouncing his ass on her tits, thrilling to the way her nipples rubbed his ass. At one point a nipple slipped into' his asscrack and rubbed against his asshole. The feeling made Albert shudder violently. He began pushing his meaty cock into his cousin's mouth.
"Shit!" he gasped. "What a mouth you got there, Cousin. I bet you didn't know it had a use for something other than eating or chattering. Hell, this is the best thing you'll ever do with that hot mouth of yours."
He threw his weight forward on them, pressing his tiny prick even farther into Wendy's throat. He could feel his balls pressing against her chin and lower lip.
"It's... uhhh... my first... blowjob . . - Wendy," he gasped. "See, it's... ahhhh... a first for... ooooooh... the both of us... " Wendy felt nauseated. She couldn't get her tongue out of the way. Every time she moved it, it rubbed against the underside of his tiny piston. She was licking it whether she liked it or not!
Oh God! she thought. He's going to shoot that horrible stuff into my mouth. God! Don't let this awful thing happen!
Without any warning, Albert suddenly felt a river of come shoot up out of his pulsating prick and fill Wendy's mouth. She began gagging. It leaked out all over her cheeks and chin, and despite Albert's attempts to shovel the stuff back into her mouth with his finger, she managed to cough up most of it and spit it out, gagging and almost strangling.
Even as Albert rose from her body, Vinnie now had his pants off.
"She's got a great mouth," Albert told him. "Y'oughtta try it."
"Whatcha wanna do?" Frank asked.
"Flip 'er over," Vinnie muttered. "I'm goin' up the old asshole."
The three remaining brothers stared down at Wendy's body. No one was holding her any longer, but she was too dazed and beaten to move. She just lay there, her ass still raised by her dress, semen trailing from the comers of her mouth.
Ed and Frank flipped Wendy over onto her belly, keeping her stomach on the dress, raising her ass.
Vinnie's eyes were glued to her asscheeks. It was a deep, inviting valley into which he would shortly bury his prick.
Tugging her thighs apart, Vinnie ran his fingers over the solid muscles of her lower thighs as he slid between her legs. The warm softness of her thighs pressed against his knees.
He rubbed her asscheeks. He clutched at her asscheeks, squeezing them. Wendy continued trembling but didn't attempt to stop him. Mercy from any of the five was out of the question, and the sooner they finished, the better.
Vinnie ran his hand through the hot crease between her asscheeks. The flesh between was moist. Then he touched her asshole. Frightened, Wendy shivered with anticipation, but made no move to resist.
Vinnie's fingers trickled into the crack of her ass. Some of Ray's jism had flowed into it, and he decided to make use of the fluid. Gathering as much of it as he could on his forefinger, he rubbed the finger against Wendy's asshole. He gathered a little more, and continued rubbing Wendy's anus.
Pulling his finger out, he parted her asscheeks. Wendy tensed.
Now he could see the puckered ring of flesh of her ass. He wasn't going to waste time working it open with his fingers. His appointment with another girl was less than an hour away. This would have to be quick.
His stiff cock was hot in his hands, its head glistening with lubricant. He forced her up on her knees. Pressing the heated prick against the tight bud of her asshole, he parted her buttocks. They surrounded his cockhead and he rotated his hips while pressing against her. He could feel the sharp resistance of her sphincter, and then, as he pushed forward, she automatically stiffened.
"Don't let her move," Vinnie yelled, "I'm getting it in."
Her asshole was still fighting his cock when he shoved hard and felt his burning cock begin to sink into it. Now it began sucking him in. Vinnie rammed it further into her, and Wendy tried moving her legs without much success. Her movements made Vinnie think she was trying to pull 'away. He grasped her hips, pushing his pulsating prong even deeper. Half his seven inches was locked into her rectum. Fear made her want to get this over with quickly.
She pushed her ass up toward him now, forcing his cock into her raging ass. With one final thrust, he plunged the rest of his cock into her ass.
"Ugh!" they heard her say. She struggled some more, and Vinnie's thick log ground against her asscheeks. Her rectum, moments before so tight, now looked as if it could hold a telephone pole.
Vinnie's cock felt as if the skin was being peeled off, the sphincter held it so tightly. He thought she had fingers in her asshole, and those fingers were reaching into the very center of his cock in order to beckon his come out of him.
Ed, who had been hot for Wendy right from the start, now lay back on the floor with hit horny rod sticking itself almost into the girl's eye. He wrapped his thighs around her head and forced her head down. Pinching her nostrils, he waited until she opened her mouth to breathe, then tugged her head down, thrusting his dick to the back of her throat.
Eddie began bouncing his ass of the ground while holding her head in place, feeling himself lose all control. Her tongue automatically licked the solid rod of flesh as it pulsated in and out of her mouth.
Wendy felt disgust. She had one horn in her ass and another in her mouth, and couldn't decide which one made her feel worse. They timed their movements so one cock was thrusting in while the other was pulling back. Her sphincter squeezed one, while her throat pushed against the other. She could feel the seminal fluid coating each of her orifices.
Both men surged forward with greater speed and effort, pounding away at the female between them. She felt her ass grip one thick, long cock, while her mouth unwillingly chewed and sucked on a thinner, shorter root.
Because Eddie was so pent-up and hadn't had a woman in his life, he came first, firing his load into Wendy's nursing mouth. She sucked his cock until it was bone-dry, letting the semen fall from her lips. When the prick shrank, she stopped sucking.
Ed lay on his back, his legs crossed behind the girl's head. His eyes closed and a great wave of weakness swept over him.
"Don't slow down now!" Vinnie yelled at Wendy, smacking the asscheeks. He was pulling far back, then ramming his prick into her. He grabbed an asscheek in each hand, squeezing them together to put more pressure on his thrusting prong. It was already to the bursting point, and then it blew up, sending tiny droplets into her rectum, though the feeling coursing through him made him feel as if he were firing a river of seed into her ass.
Frank was the only one left now. He would have liked his cousin to suck his prong, but both Albert and Ed had used her mouth.
Rolling her unresisting body onto its back, he straddled her breasts, pressing her full, firm tits together and pushing his cock between them. He rubbed hard, thrilling to the sensation of her silken skin clasping his hot, rampant dong.
Frank had never had a woman before Wendy. But Frank was rubbing his cock where none of his other brothers had gone, and he was enjoying it. True, he wanted to feel what Wendy's cunt felt like, and finally decided, before he came, to shoot his load in Wendy's pussy. And it was one helluva come. He couldn't remember when anything in the world felt so good.
Before they left Wendy, each of the brothers shot a blast of come juice into her cunt. Then they hurriedly dressed and left.
Wendy, in pain, gathered her garments and fled into the house through the rear entrance, running to the bathroom. She collapsed in the empty tub and stayed there, unconscious, for nearly four hours.
When she finally awoke and let her body soak in hot water, it was too late. She discovered less than a month later, she was pregnant. And one of the brothers was the father of Rosalie.
Wendy's grandfather died while she was in her second month, before anything began to show. That meant she would have been left to the mercy of her five cousins. And so, that night, she fled the Traveler home.
She kept in touch with the administrator of her grandfather's will, letting him know where she was so he could send her money when the will was out of probate. But that took nearly seven months. By that time the baby was due, so Wendy sent a letter' to each of her cousins, begging them for some money to help pay for the birth of Rosalie.
She never heard from any of them.
Wendy remained sickly from the day she gave birth, and though she was able to care for Rosalie the first fourteen years of the girl's life, she never really recovered from what her cousins did to her.
With the interest from her inheritance she was able to live decently in a nearby town. But she swore she would never return to where the Travelers lived. Over and over, day after day, she recounted the story of the rape to Rosalie. And Rosalie swore to make her cousins pay for the anguish, misery, and eventual premature death of her mother.
She would take them in the reverse order in which they'd taken her mother. Frank had been the last one to plunder her body, so he was the first one.
CHAPTER THREE
Ken Kestor was the man in charge of the bank's trusts. His predecessor, old Mr. Holland, had been "kicked upstairs" to a better position.
Ken, at the age of twenty-eight, was well aware of all the various trusts for which he had now become responsible. He was especially careful about the way he invested the trust money, and in the two years he had been handling everything, each of the trusts had prospered, increasing more than twenty percent in value.
Ken was as open, honest and forthright as he appeared, and when Rosalie came back to the village and presented him with all the papers she'd been given by her mother, Kestor had immediately become attracted to her.
Had she not been so preoccupied with her thoughts of revenge, she would have recognized this attraction, and she would have responded. Underneath the hate seething in her, Rosalie was much like any other sixteen-year-old girl. The attentions of a man like Ken Kestor would have been reciprocated.
Ken was no longer satisfied with seeing her for business. He wanted to see her socially, and when she came into the bank that Friday, he told her so.
"I'm only sixteen," she replied. "Don't you think I'm kind of young for you to be seen with?"
"That only depends on whether or not you think I'm too old."
"Not really," she replied, smiling.
He liked the way she dressed. Her white blouse and simple brown skirt clung tightly to her slender figure.
"In a little while, if you still want, I'll be more than happy to let you take me out," she told him, smiling.
- "How long is 'a little while'?"
"Not long," she told him. "You'll see. Have patience. If you really like me, you'll wait for me."
"I'll wait," he nodded.
For the first time Rosalie had a good look at Ken. She could really learn to like the man. And that was a luxury she could not afford. Liking someone might take the edge off her hate for others. And nothing would be allowed to stand in her way. Revenge for her mother was the most important thing.
"My grandfather owned a small piece of property right outside the village," she said. "I was wondering if it legally belongs to me, now."
"I think it does," Ken nodded, "but to be sure, why not check with your cousin, Ed Traveler. He handles all the real estate in this town."
"Cousin Frank said as much," she nodded.
"You met Frank already?"
"Yesterday."
"You were fortunate. He's not in his office in the village very often. Usually, he's away, upstate."
"Well, I've been in the village more than three weeks, now," she pointed out. "I felt yesterday was as good a day as any to start finding out just what is and isn't mine."
"Legally, you're still a minor," Ken pointed out. "The bank will remain your custodian until your' twenty-fifth birthday, according to the terms of the will."
"Well, that seems to settle that. Mr. Kestor, I hope to be seeing you."
"Please call me Ken."
"Fine," she smiled. "And you can call me Rosalie."
Leaving the bank, Rosalie got into her Vega and headed for Center Street where she knew the Traveler Building stood. That was where all five Traveler brothers had their offices.
It was almost eleven o'clock when she entered Ed Traveler's suite. Gone was the confident air of the young woman come to take over her mother's estate. In her place was the same shy young teenager who had gone to see Frank Traveler the previous day.
Rosalie looked a lot like her mother. She had the same large tits and the same supple shape her mother had once possessed.
It was this body that had so aroused the hunger in Frank Traveler, possibly making him recall Wendy's body the night he'd shot his load into his cousin's cunt. All five brothers at one point or another had shot their seed into Wendy. Rosalie was the result of it.
Rosalie had been fucked only once, by Cousin' Frank, a middle-aged man she had come to despise because of her mother, and yet the experience had been delightful. Ii made her understand how girls could so easily turn to whoredom for a living.
Even with the ugliest man, sex could very well be enjoyable, if done right. Besides, a cock didn't have a face or a personality. Yet five men, all attached to cocks, had made her mother's last sixteen years hell on earth. Not one of them had bothered to respond to Wendy's letters, begging for help when Rosalie was about to be born.
All these five men had cared about was getting their rocks off inside a perfectly innocent girl who had done nothing to them.
It was only justice that she, Rosalie Traveler, born of the union of one of those five men and her mother, avenge her mother.
There was a new videotape in the camera now, and the old tape was already in the mail, in a metal canister, going to a friend of hers in the city where she had been brought up.
She waited patiently in Ed Traveler's office for more than twenty minutes before the trim secretary, whom Rosalie was certain held her job because she was getting her ass pounded regularly by her boss, told her she could go in.
The moment she entered the office, she heard her cousin gasp. He thought he was looking at her mother. She immediately assured him of her identity, then explained she was there to discuss a certain piece of property.
"What did your mother tell you about me?" Ed Traveler asked.
He was as skinny as Frank had described, and his smile really was crooked.
"Mother, for some reason, never discussed any members of the Traveler Family," Rosalie lied.
"I see," Ed nodded, exhaling with relief.
Yes, he was as homy a bastard as Frank, with just one thought in mind: how to do to the daughter what he helped do to the mother, only without the help of his brothers this time.
He took out a book of deeds and began leafing through it, then looked back at Rosalie.
"You should have a clear claim to the property," Ed told her. "And even if you are a minor, the property can be held in trust for you until you're twenty-one. I suppose you want the bank to be your guardian until such time as you're of age, right?"
"That would be correct."
"Fine. I'll have the proper papers drawn up and you can sign them."
"When can you have them drawn up?" Rosalie' asked.
"Normally it would take a few days. Hi mean, there are a few legal procedures that one must go through. But Cousin Vinnie, your cousin that is, my brother, is not only the mayor of the village, but the village clerk, as well. I can have him sign and stamp all documents this afternoon. If you'd care to stop by at that time... "
"I'll be rather busy today," she told him. "Why don't you drop those papers by my apartment this evening."
She wrote down her address on his desk pad. The smoke was already burning and coming out of Ed's ears as she saw him busily trying to think how he could con her to put out for him.
Smiling, she rose, took Ed's hand, felt him shiver, and left.
Outside, on the sidewalk, she turned, looked at the windows of his office, and saw him watching her. He was hooked all right. She smiled.
She spent the rest of the day shopping, then went to her apartment and made a light supper. At seven o'clock she took a bath, letting the warmth of the water soak into her body. She used plenty of bath oil, and even after she dried herself off, her body seemed to shimmer.
Wrapping a pink peignoir around her, she brushed out her long, black hair. Then she sat and waited.
She didn't have to wait long. It was just a little past eight fifteen when her door buzzer sounded. She opened the door and posed artfully. She saw Ed Traveler's adams apple bob as He gulped.
"Come in, Cousin Ed," she invited. "Have you had supper?"
"About an hour ago," he managed to stammer.
"Well then, how about a drink. What do you like?"
"Scotch, neat," he replied.
She showed him into the living room and had him sit on the sofa.
"I have the papers here waiting for your signature," he told her. "I'll leave them with you. After you've signed them, take them over to the bank."
She sat next to him.
"Where are you going after this?" she asked.
"I... uhh... haven't thought about it," he replied, looking more and more awkward.
"I suppose your wife is expecting you home?"
"Yeah, well, in a while, I suppose. I figured I might go to my club for a little while."
"That would be a shame," she murmured, her lips close to his ear.
He turned to look at her, and she, very slowly, very deliberately, pressed her lips to his, giving him- a loud, wet, juicy kiss. Suddenly he felt her tongue slither into his mouth. He held her tight, holding the kiss for more than a minute.
When he finally let her come up for air, she murmured, "How about staying here for a little while?"
"Well... gosh... I dunno... I mean, look Cousin Rosalie, you're kinda young for a guy like me...
"Think I might be too young... "
"Gosh no, it's just that if anyone found out... "
"Who's going to tell them?" Rosalie asked. Then, taking her arms from around his neck, she said, "But, if you feel you really have to go... " Suddenly he was up on his feet, bending down and scooping her up with both arms. He hurried into the bedroom, automatically kicking the door shut with his foot. This automatically started the videotape camera going.
He trembled, stripping off his clothes with shaky hands. His eyes were wide open, staring down at her, and he was licking his lips as if he could hardly wait to taste her.
s She stared at him, inwardly laughing. He did everything so awkwardly.
She looked at his hard penis. It was four inches long. And if wasn't too thick. Frank had been hung much longer and thicker.
He loosened her peignoir and pulled it down off her shoulders, revealing her large, white tits. His hand ran up and down over her body, thrilling to the satiny touch of her.
Her large, white knockers stared right back into his face as he gazed at them. The pink nipples in their centers seemed to be looking right through him.
His mouth came hungrily down, covering her right nipple, sucking it deep into his throat. He could feel the rubbery extension harden as he sucked until it was nearly an inch long. Then he ran his tongue back and forth over the solid eraserlike nub. He was trembling. Christ! Her body reminded him so much of her mother's.
His cock was shivering, bouncing up and down with anxiety. Rosalie began caressing it.
"Oh Jesus!" he breathed as her fingers danced lightly along his solid shaft.
Rosalie felt the heat emanating from the penis. His cock might have been smaller than his brothers, but it also felt a lot hotter. She gripped the hot prick tightly. She felt sticky liquid cover her thighs.
Squeezing the cock, she began tugging it up and down, watching the already pink head turn a deep red as blood flowed into the organ. Her fingers opened and closed around the rigid prong, making him breathe faster.
His mouth continued sucking on her nipple. Then his lips parted and he let the nipple slide out of his mouth so his tongue could slither down along her firm, slender body. He kissed her delicious belly. He could play with her for as long as it pleased him. He noticed she was enjoying whatever he did. Hell! She was just a kid.
He had played with a lot of other females to be sure. Wendy had been the first girl he'd ever known carnally. Her mouth, even though it had been used by Albert first, felt like the greatest mouth he'd every known; probably because it was the first mouth to suck his dong. And hers was the tightest cunt he'd ever felt around his cock. And now here was Wendy's daughter. With her, he felt virginal again.
His lips slid down her belly into the pelvic bush. His tongue licked its way lower and lower. He had never eaten a woman before; not even his own wife. But now he felt drawn to her seething snatch. Deep down he had wanted to suck Wendy's pussy but hadn't dared after the way his brothers had poured their spunk into her. But this was a clean cunt. Maybe she was even a virgin. In any case, this urge to suck a cunt now overpowered him.
His mouth moved lower. He stared at the full, rounded, pouting outer cuntlips, noting how thick they were. He watched the lubricant ooze out of her. And he saw that clitoris. As he stared at it, it seemed to grow and stiffen. The way it quivered before his eyes made him hungry for it, and he leaned forward, sucking the entire, hot hard piece of clit between his lips. He licked away.
Her clit was sensitive to the pressure of his lips and mouth; enough to make Rosalie want to tear her own hair out. Her thighs closed tightly around his lean jaws, holding his mouth a prisoner against her tingling pussy.
The clit was Ed's first target. He pulled the short nubbin between his lips, lashing its head with his tongue. His hot breath fluttered against the ultra-sensitive membranes of her cunt. His tongue lapped madly.
Her legs flailed the air wildly as her thighs pressed against his face.
Her box rocked from one end of the bed to the other as Ed continued working his tongue against her shimmering clit. And then she felt his tongue slide into her hot, bubbling channel, licking' between the softness of her pink cuntlips. The more he licked, the more madly she squirmed as blobs of juice kept dripping from her orifice.
Ed's tongue lapped more and more heavily, drinking in the tasty liquid, swallowing as much of it as he possibly could with each breath. Her box tasted even better than he would have believed. He drank and drank, wondering if there was any end to the flowing fountain.
Christ! he thought. I'm gonna shove my cock into this same tight hole and really fuck the ass off this gorgeous kid.
But Rosalie had other ideas. This was one of the two pricks that had raped her mother's mouth. It was up to her to use her own mouth on it now. Had she not already mapped out a course of action, she would have bitten his cock clean off.
Rosalie moved her body in such a way that she was staring up at his tool.
He was ramming his entire dork down her throat all at once. Had it been a longer cock, she would have choked. Fortunately, it didn't quite reach her gullet. She felt him piston his body up and down, rubbing the upper part of his cock against her licking tongue.
Her tongue lathered its way all around the hot shaft as she lifted her mouth, letting the pole slide through her lips. Her mouth moved down to his balls. He jerked his body back and forth, and her mouth opened wide, taking in the right ball and sucking, then taking in the left ball. She sucked carefully as her tongue roved over the wrinkled scrotum. He was moaning and sighing as if begging for mercy.
Ed, at this point, didn't care where he unloaded his come. The pressure building in his cock was becoming unbearable. His tongue was lancing into her cunt again and again, lapping at the walls of her pussy. He was drinking her lubrication, feeling it overflow and dribble down both cheeks. He lapped the throbbing clit, feeling it vibrate as she bucked. He could feel her bucking under him; her pillowy breasts pushing up against his thighs as his loins pressed against her face.
He felt her thighs cross and overlap over his head, pulling his face deeper into her scalding honeypot. His tongue flattened against the fleshy protrusion of her shivering clit-bud. Her thighs pulled his face even deeper into her sucking cunt. Her body bounced and quivered wildly. He could feel her nipples as they rubbed up against his body.
She was coming. He could tell she was having an orgasm. Well hell! This just went to prove he was no slouch when it came to bringing on broads.
Rosalie knew she couldn't control herself. Her mouth was wide open, gasping for air, feeling his balls rub against her chin as she spasmed and churned. The overpowering thrill shot through her again and again as she felt his tongue rubbing her clit. It felt as if his tongue was actually pushing her clit back into her body.
Hoisting his balls and cock, she used her tongue to begin licking the ticklish place just beneath his dangling, wrinkled sac. She pressed her face deeper into his crotch, letting her tongue reach for the crack between his asscheeks.
Ed squirmed his thighs even farther apart. He felt the tip of her tongue reach all the way into the cleft between his cheeks, licking t madly until it touched his asshole. It felt as if someone had shoved an ice-cold thermometer into his rectum, making him wriggle madly. Never before had any female licked his balls and his anus so delightfully.
He thought his balls would explode before his sperm had a chance to come zooming up and out of his cock. When Rosalie returned her lips to his testicles, he gasped aloud. She took both balls into her mouth. He shuddered madly, wanting to come, but not able.
Rosalie took the long, hard shank of his solid prick between her lips, letting the head touch the back of her throat. Her soft lips worked their way around the pole to its base, then sucked on the scrotum as well, pulling half the sac into her mouth along with his cock. She could feel the rod sliding back and forth in her mouth. Then she slowly moved forward again, until she'd gobbled in the entire cock.
Ed thought he would black out from the tension. The thrills built to ever-higher peaks. God! he didn't want the enchantment to end. What a mouth she had. What a fucking mouth.
Before, when he'd wanted to come, he hadn't been able. Now, when the feeling was so agonizingly delightful that he wanted it to go on forever, he realized the moment was at hand.
In an overpowering explosion, his testicles unleashed his thick, slimy cream. Through his cock and into Rosalie's waiting mouth. His orgasm was so intensely powerful for a moment he nearly fainted.
His spitting cock didn't stop ejaculating his heavy, gooey semen for an instant. Never in all his memory had his balls manufactured so much come-juice, save for that first time, when he'd shot a wad into Rosalie's mother's mouth. Torrent after torrent of sticky white rain flooded into the girl's' throat.
Rosalie had to admit she loved the taste of it. Had she been doing this simply for fun, she would have gulped down every sticky drop. She let the white ooze squirt out of her mouth on the side toward the camera. The white pearl drops blended together into a thick stream along her cheek, jawbone, and throat. And she seemed to be struggling as if trying to push the man's cock out of her mouth, while in reality she was doing just the opposite; sucking it as far in as she could.
It didn't take long for Ed's wang to go limp. She let the wrinkled, shrunken piece of meat fall from her mouth; a mask of disgust covering her face. It hid the double excitement of having tasted a man's sperm while continuing to exact her revenge.
They lay there, too tired to do anything. She could hear his heavy breathing as he lay there, his thighs still straddling her face while his cheek rested between her loins.
"Would you care to fuck?" she finally asked.
"Well... uhhh... sure... I mean... I don't know if I... " But before he could finish, her fingers were there, rubbing his cock gently and tenderly until she felt it swell, grow, and finally achieve a total erection. She licked it once or twice to make sure it would remain swollen.
Rising, he turned around, hovering above her - supine body. Grabbing his tool, he thrust, and hit her pubic bone.
Though no sound came from Rosalie's mouth, she opened it wide, as if screaming in pain, letting the camera get a good shot.
"Sorry," Ed mumbled. "Lemme try again."
He moved slowly, pressing his skinny cock-head against her quimhole. Rosalie tightened her vulva muscle, and the cock couldn't fit in. She flailed her arms and legs as if he were attempting to drive a ten-ton truck through her cunt.
"Allow me," she finally said. Reaching down, she jerked on it a couple of times, letting some of his oil seep out so she. could coat his cock with it.
"Spread my thighs wider," she instructed.
He forced her thighs apart, and then she let his cock slowly move forward, relaxing her vaginal muscles and allowing the skinny prong to slowly slide into her.
Compared to Frank, Ed was an amateur. Instead of thrusting it back and forth, he began rotating his body from side-to-side, as if expecting his prick would slide in and out from his movements. All it succeeded in doing was getting Rosalie hot again, while promising her no form of relief.
Christ! She hoped he could handle real estate deals better than he could his skinny little prick. Hell! If her cunt had a horizontal slit in it rather- than a vertical one he would have had a better effect on her.
It seemed to last forever. His cock barely thrust into her. His hips rotated from side to side without pumping back and forth.
"Dig it, huh?" he grinned at her with his crooked smile.
"Uh-huh," she replied, making him think she was grimacing from pleasure, while the camera recorded what looked like agonizing pain.
He rotated back and forth for more than fifteen minutes, but after a while Rosalie lost what little feeling she'd felt. His penis was shriveling.
"Guess I don't have another shot in me tonight," he told her. "I suppose we can try another time, huh?"
"I'll let you know," she said.
He rose and started getting dressed.
She smiled to herself as he left, knowing how great the odds were against their having to do this again.
CHAPTER FOUR
As Rosalie mailed out the second tape, the following day, she thought back on her childhood. It had been a lonely existence for the most part. She'd made very few friends. The one to whom she was mailing the tape to now was her only lasting friend.
But Rosalie had one other friend while in high school. Her name was Rena, and all the other girls, for the most part, shunned Rena. Rosalie couldn't figure out why. Rena was a friendly girl, yet most of the other girls avoided her like the proverbial plague.
Rosalie became friendly with Rena, and discovered why the other girls shunned her. Rena's mother was the wealthiest woman in the city. She was also the head madam. She owned and operated all the whorehouses there.
Because of Rosalie's friendship with her daughter, Camille Nestor became very fond of the girl. When Rosalie came to Camille the night of her mother's burial, Camille, the proverbial ugly madam with a heart of gold, was more than willing to let Rosalie live with her as a daughter.
"But I don't want to be a daughter," Rosalie explained, then told the madam the story of her mother's rape and her desire for revenge.
"I want to learn to become an accomplished whore," Rosalie explained, "and yet I want to keep my virginity the entire time. My virginity has to be saved so I can give it to the first of the five men I intend revenging myself against."
"Even though one is your father?" Camille asked.
"That makes me all the more fit an instrument for the revenge, doesn't it?" Rosalie asked.
"We have an observation room here," Camille explained. "You can watch the way the various girls perform with the men and learn what has to be done. After a few weeks of observation, I'll help you to experience the thrills of an orgasm. And I will teach you how to bring about an orgasm on both, men and woman. Then, you will be on your own."
"Fair enough," Rosalie agreed.
The older woman took Rosalie with her down to the cellar, through a tunnel to the cellar of a large apartment house on the street behind hers. It was one of the many houses of ill-repute she owned and managed.
Taking Rosalie upstairs, she led her into a dark room with a two-way mirror. Rosalie saw into the next room where one of Camille's employees was expertly plying her trade.
Rosalie sat stunned in an easy chair, watching the girl perform coitus. When the girl was finished, she and the customer left. A maid came in, changed the sheets, and then another girl came in with another customer and Rosalie got her first glimpse of fellatio. She also saw a girl bring a woman in and watched cunnilingus being performed.
"All these things you will know when you leave here," Camille promised Rosalie.
Rosalie came to the whorehouse for three' weeks, as Camille promised. She watched every conceivable kind of sex act being performed. As the days progressed, she began to feel irritated when she watched, and when the three weeks were over, she was a fully-aroused young girl. It was just what Camille wanted.
So it was, at the end of the third week, she invited Rosalie into a room and pointed to a large bed, saying, "This is our battleground, Rosalie. Here, I, personally will teach you all you can do sexually without having your hymen ruptured."
"What about... cocksucking?" Rosalie asked. "I have a special young man who will complete your education along those lines," Camille told her. "But tonight, for you, it's pure pleasure. You're on the receiving end. And believe me, honey, there isn't a man in the world who can lap pussy as well as I. So just peel off those pretty little things and spread your thighs."
Camille stripped.
"I... I feel kind of funny," Rosalie said, slowly undressing. "I mean, I guess something like this takes getting used to... " Here words were cut off as the older woman came up and kissed her firmly.
The kiss made Rosalie step back, and suddenly both she and Camille were falling onto the bed. The older woman's breasts were huge and pendulous, pressing against the large, firm mounds of Rosalie's tits. Chilling tingles coursed through Rosalie's body as the older woman's nipples rubbed against hers. Camille's nipples felt like white-hot coals burning into her own tits.
The older woman felt Rosalie's tits pressing into her own. She trembled. These were virginal boobs. The idea that she was the first to touch them made Camille hungrier to taste this precious young thing.
Rosalie struggled, but the older woman had forced her thighs apart and already had her own hips between them.
"Relax," the older woman cooed. "You'll love it, Rosalie. Don't struggle, don't fight me. We both know this is what you want."
And Rosalie felt the heat begin to swell and spread throughout her body. She shivered and gulped when she felt the pressure of Camille's large, hairy pussy press against her young, tight box. The contact made her squirm in an attempt to break away. The thick hair on Camille's pubis was brushing strongly against Rosalie's cunt, and she could feel liquid heat actually squirting from between her thighs. She felt herself reaching a point of arousal she had never known before.
Camille was pressing down hard, literally scrubbing her bush into Rosalie's tender labia. Each time contact was made, Rosalie felt as if she'd been jolted with a shot of electricity.
When she parted her lips in order to breathe, she felt Camille's tongue explore the deep recesses of her mouth. The tongue tantalized her. Now she felt the thick, greasy labia of the other woman's cunt as it pressed into hers.
Camille's cunt seemed to open and the older woman's solid clitoris rubbed against hers.
Camille was completely enjoying herself; lost in the pleasure of the moment. She became more and more aroused.
"See," Camille whispered. "See how much you like it? Say it, Rosalie. Tell me how much you enjoy this."
"I... don't know," Rosalie gasped, the musky scent of cunt drifting up to her nostrils. It was a heady aroma, and it was highly arousing.
"Don't close your mind to the feeling, Rosalie," Camille insisted. "Your body is wide open. I can feel you responding. There's nothing wrong with permitting your body to enjoy itself. It would be wrong to deny yourself these pleasures."
Then Camille's mouth came sliding down to Rosalie's breasts, as Camille Nestor sucked a nipple into her mouth. The older woman's hot clit - continued rubbing against hers, and suddenly the younger girt shuddered as she began feeling her first climax. It made her feel good all over, and she suddenly realized she was clutching Camille's head to her breasts. She humped back as Camille's sopping cunt continued pressing down on hers.
"You feel it," Camille whispered, sensing Rosalie's body tighten. "I can tell, you're feeling it. You're coming. It's good isn't it. Admit it! It's good."
Camille began moving her body lower, kissing the two nipples, licking the belly. Rosalie, now totally relaxed, was letting herself go, completely.
Immediately, Rosalie knew what Camille had in mind. She decided to surrender herself to the feeling completely, recalling how other women had reacted to cunnilingual experiences.
She shivered violently as the older woman's slick tongue slid into her virginal tunnel, parting the labia. A hot, oozing syrup came leaking out of her pussy, and Camille's lapping tongue licked it away. Then Rosalie felt the other woman's tongue stab between her seething pussylips. It was slobbering around, touching every quimwall.
Then Camille's lips closed tightly around Rosalie's shuddering clitoris, and Rosalie felt as if a typhoon had suddenly swept through her body. Camille's tongue wickedly whipped the peg of flesh. When the older woman's lips were replaced by her teeth, Rosalie screamed. She felt the teeth scrape and lightly chew, knowing just how much pressure to apply without bringing her any pain.
And then the teeth released the tortured clit. The older woman's tongue returned to the depths of Rosalie's hot cunt. By now the younger girl was completely caught up in the wonderful sensations brought on by Camille's knowing mouth.
Camille's hands roamed up until her palms pressed against Rosalie's fully-extended nipples. She massaged at the nipples, feeling them stab into her palms. Rosalie squirmed.
All the fires of hell couldn't bum as brightly as the white flame shooting through Rosalie's body.
Her thighs were far apart. The relentless tongue that lapped her pussy now felt hot and stiff, making her wonder if that was what a cock would feel like when it finally entered her. God! At this particular moment had a man walked in, he could have jammed his prick as far up into her as it would go, and Rosalie would have welcomed it.
No wonder women went into the business of selling their bodies.
A new universe was being opened up to Rosalie. And the more Camille's tongue lapped her cunt, the more Rosalie came to hate her five cousins. They had made all this joy a horror for her mother. They had robbed her of the wonder and pleasure of sex.
But this wasn't the moment for thinking of revenge. This was the wonderful process of learning, and learn she would. The tongue working its way through her pussy and the hands rubbing her tits were offering her bliss beyond expectation.
Her thighs came together, locking the older woman's face tightly between them. The lapping tongue licked its way in and out of her. She felt how eager Camille was to continue sucking her cunt, and she responded with equal vigor, pumping her pussy solidly against the woman's eating mouth.
Spasms began making her box shiver. It turned Rosalie into a receptacle of pure sensation.
Her ass rose from the bed, and her cunt shuddered as the feeling enlarged. Her breath was ragged. She gave herself over to the thorough and pure bliss of the thrilling rapture. She wailed like a guttural alleycat.
"Owawawawaw ayaagghhhh... uuuurrrgghhhh... " Her voice sounded like a wailing siren.
The orgasm began cutting through her vulva lips. She wriggled and contorted until she ultimately found herself rocketing from some high pinnacle. Her loins shuddered madly as she bounced repeatedly against the mattress. Camille's mouth continued slurping come juice from her erupting cunt.
"Eeeeyyyaaarrrgghhhhhh," the young girl screamed. "Don't stop... don't stop! Aaaaaah... " Only when she was convinced she had coaxed the last little bit of pleasure from the girl's now-dry tunnel did Camille finally remove her mouth from the yawning center.
Rosalie was unable to move, completely helpless. Nor did she care at that moment. She drifted off to sleep, happily unaware of anything for the next nine hours.
* * *
That evening, after Rosalie had taken a long, relaxing hot bath, she returned to the bedroom where a naked Camille waited for her.
"Tonight you have to learn how to please me," Camille told her. "Now I'm not going to force you to do anything, but I'm telling you, you'd be wise to do as I say. It will help you in the future. I mean, you really don't know who you'll be meeting."
"That's true," Rosalie nodded. "What do you want me to do?"
"We can dispense with any foreplay at present, but I'd suggest you do to me what I did to you, last night. I think you'll find it much more enjoyable than you might imagine."
Remembering how much the older woman had enjoyed lapping her, Rosalie knelt between Camille's thighs. She stared at the wet, full, pouting lips. Looking up, she saw Camille's head resting on a pillow as the older woman stared down at her. There were mirrors all around the room, giving the older woman a dozen different views of the same action.
Rosalie held her breath for a moment as she approached the creaming nookie. It looked a lot better than she'd originally thought.
The way the cuntlips opened and closed drew Rosalie even closer.
The view of that fur-ringed pouch really had her hypnotized. Rosalie realized she wanted to suck it more than she'd ever wanted anything else. God! She understood now why Camille had been so' willing to eat her. Just staring at it, watching the colorless liquid seep out made her lick her lips.
And when she blew hot breath on it, she saw the labia suddenly tighten and contract.
Leaning forward, Rosalie applied her lips to Camille's juicing cunt. Her lips came down around the vibrating clitoris. Her first taste had her hooked. She sucked the nubbin between her Ups and drank the surrounding fluid, thirsty for more.
This was something wonderful. The fleshy clitoris felt so soft between her sucking lips. She licked it. She breathed deep, inhaling the delightful essence of the cunt. She continued sucking the clit, then sank lower and dipped into the hold below.
Camille gripped the girl by the hair and pushed her face even deeper into her seething box.
"That's it, Rosalie," she muttered. "That's the way to do it. You're a natural. Oh God! You're fabulous. Just keep that tongue working... ahhhhh... that a girl."
Camille humped her body forward at a faster and faster rate. Her juices came pouring out to cover Rosalie's lips, cheeks, and chin.
Rosalie let her tongue move lower, gathering in the outpouring balm. As she lapped, Camille had her first orgasm. It was a minor orgasm, and Rosalie went right on lapping.
Rosalie sank her tongue as far into the depths of the older woman's seething honeypot as she could.
She was becoming hotter and hotter. The action of pussyeating was getting her aroused. Her tongue continued lapping, pulling out the tasty fluid. The aroma of Camille's honeyed pussy was making her squirm.
Her tongue kept moving back and forth, licking, sucking, draining the woman's cunt juice. She felt the cuntlips rubbing against her nose.
Camille's meaty loins surrounded Rosalie's head. The girl was a natural cuntlapper, and would doubtless prove an excellent cocksucker. She envied Rosalie's cousins; going to their destruction so spectacularly.
Now Rosalie's lapping was really speeding up. This girl was a fabulous natural. Her tongue ran into the cunt and rubbed hard, licking here and there, touching every arousing spot regularly and consistently.
Camille was out of control. She was jumping all over the bed now, and Rosalie was with her on every bounce. Christ! The girl had been born to be a sex professional.
Camille felt her sensations rising to greater heights now. The big climax was coming. She could sense it. Her body trembled.
And still Rosalie's mouth remained locked between her thighs. The girl was showing no mercy.
"No more!" Camille screamed, tearing at Rosalie's hair, pulling the girl's face from between her thighs. "No more, no more! My body can't take it!"
Rosalie released the savory cunt and fell back on the bed with her hands in her crotch. She writhed and wriggled. But Camille put a hand on her, making her wait.
Finally, when she could think straight, Camille rose, put on a robe, and called a young man Rosalie had never seen before. She noticed he was hung superbly, even though his prick was still limp.
"Eat her, and do a good job, Maurice," the older woman ordered.
The young man fell between Rosalie's thighs. But the moment his mouth touched her quivering clitoris, Rosalie found her body tightening as she began to spasm and come. And then, on the heels of the first orgasm, a second one arrived, completely overpowering her.
By the time she was finished coming, Rosalie saw Maurice had a huge erection. She heard Camille saying, "Now is the time for you to perfect the art of cocksucking, dear. If you can do a good job after just having come yourself, you'll be fantastic at any other time."
But Rosalie demurred. Her mouth like her cunt and asshole, had to remain unused.
CHAPTER FIVE
Rosalie had learned the fine art of cockjerking that night.
She never fell in love with Maurice despite being fascinated by his oversized cock. She wondered if any of her cousins would be as large.
Now, as she mailed away the second tape, she laughed to herself. Frank had what was supposed to be a normal prick. It was doubtful if any of her cousins had huge penises, though from her mother's description of Vinnie and Ray they might - be somewhat larger than normal.
"Why Miss Traveler, how nice seeing you again."
Rosalie snapped out of her reverie and smiled at Ken Kestor. Since it was Saturday and the bank was closed, he wasn't wearing a suit. And in his shirtsleeves she could see he had a solid, well-built body.
"Mr. Kestor... "
"Ken," he corrected.
"Ken, what are you doing here?"
"Same thing you're doing," he told her. "I have something to mail. May I buy you lunch?"
"I'd like that," she nodded, "only I do have a busy schedule right now."
"Then may I buy you dinner, this evening." Rosalie hesitated, then looked at him. "Yes," she told him. "I'd very much like to have dinner with you. About eight?"
"Eight it is," he nodded.
Her heart jumped as she watched him walk to his car.
She had never gone out on a date with anyone. Shrugging, Rosalie continued her shopping. Most of the shop women gave her a hard time because of her youth until she showed them cash. Then they were more than solicitous.
The fanciest store in town was Traveler's Department Store, owned and operated by Cousin Vinnie.
Vinnie wouldn't be working on Saturday. But he was teaching his children the business. Saturday was a day off from school, so Vinnie's two sons and his daughter came in and helped the sales personnel.
His sons were eleven and ten. But his daughter was thirteen. She was tall, a bit awkward, and Starting to blossom. She had waited on Rosalie before, and they were becoming friendly, especially after Rosalie revealed she was a Traveler. Her name was Wanda. - The way to get to Vinnie was through Wanda. It was Rosalie's only way since Vinnie had no service she could call on, nor did he own anything she might want to purchase other than a dress. And one didn't call on the boss of a department store to buy one of his dresses.
Wanda was more than happy to see Rosalie. To Wanda, Rosalie was a woman of the world. Rosalie would tell the girl some of the stories she'd heard in the bordello, and after a while the thirteen-year- old became affected by it.
It was just before noon when Rosalie entered the dress department, and she was Wanda's only customer. They went into the back where all the dress-changing booths were located, and Wanda approached Rosalie.
"You remember what you told me about what went on between some of the girls in that place you were in?"
"Yes," Rosalie nodded.
"Uh-huh," Rosalie admitted, about to try on a dress.
Wanda's hand came down on her arm. "It's almost lunch time. Nobody'll be in here for a good hour. I've been thinking about what you said, and I've been dying to try it. Would you show me how?"
"Here? Now?"
"Oh, please, Cousin Ro. Please."
Wanda already had her own dress over her head and off, and underneath all she had on was a bra and panty. She pulled the curtains of the booth shut, then turned and saw Rosalie had her half slip off. She, too, had on bra and panties, though she wore stockings and a garter belt.
Rosalie stared at the younger girl. Wanda was tall. Her face was sweet and innocent, and she was just developing breasts. Her bra hardly held anything.
"Okay," Rosalie nodded, "but it has to be fast. Strip!"
As she said it, she peeled her panties off. The girl did the same. Then she took off her bra and saw the girl's eyes staring with envy at her full, round I tits. When the girl took her bra off, all she had was a handful on each side.
"You look, beautiful," Rosalie assured the girl, who was almost trying to hide her breasts. "And don't worry. Those lovely tits of yours will grow some more and really look nice."
The girl was shivering, unable to say much. "Please... " she whispered, moving against Rosalie. "Please do something... show me how good it feels... " Rosalie hugged the young girl close to her, letting her breasts pillow the chest of the girl. She slid a hand over the girl's smooth, silken asscheeks, moving her fingers into the slimy crack and rubbing the girl's clit.
Wanda spread her legs to make it easier for Rosalie. Rosalie parted her own thighs so her slavering cunt could rub more against the younger girl.
"Oh gosh," the young girl said, shuddering. "This is something wild. Gosh! It's... terrific... oh... oh... oooooh... " And suddenly Wanda's body stiffened, her slender thighs tightening around Rosalie's finger. She jumped up and down as she felt Rosalie's bush press into her. Then she tightened.
"Oh gosh!" Wanda murmured. "That was terrific. Please... more... "
"Are you mad?" Rosalie asked, pulling away. "All we need is for someone to find us Tike this. Your father will be informed and we'll both be in hot water."
"Please," the girl begged, clutching Rosalie.
They lost their balance and fell to the floor together. Wanda lost her grip for a moment, and Rosalie took advantage of the opportunity to reverse her position, hovering over the younger girl with her cunt hanging over the girl's face. Rosalie stared down into the girl's virgin muff.
This cunt looked totally different from Camille's. The hair around it was very, very light fuzz. The cunt looked soft, wet, and delicate. She could see the tightly closed virginal entrance.
How lovely those labia looked, folded .so neatly. And there, as she stared at it, was the pink button of her clitoris, hiding among the membranes, shivering with anticipation.
Rosalie was suddenly startled by the slick feel of the other girl's tongue pressing into her cunt. God in Heaven! This girl was a Traveler all the way. She kissed Wanda's cleft with a long, lingering soul kiss, letting her tongue press against the anxious clit, then slithering her tongue very slowly through the slit to the other end. The musky flavor only aroused Rosalie all the more. At the same time Wanda thrilled to the taste of Rosalie's sweet sex-sap.
Rosalie felt the younger girl's buttocks begin to roll from side to side as her tongue snaked all the way into her pussy, then slid out and licked the quivering clit.
Wanda had pulled her pussy flat down against her mouth and was knifing her tongue into the hot seething center again and again, rubbing her nose against Rosalie's clitoris.
Wanda's tongue lunged into Rosalie's slick pussyhole repeatedly, sometimes deep, sometimes shallow.
Rosalie felt totally relaxed and at ease. Delicious feelings of sexual delight coursed through her body as the young girl's tongue continued lapping wildly. And she could tell the way the young girl was stiffening beneath her, that she, too, was feeling a similar thrill.
They began literally rolling around on the floor. Rosalie was lubricating so heavily the fluid was smeared all over Wanda's face. And the younger girl was no slouch when it came to creaming. She was flooding Rosalie's mouth.
And then, suddenly, the girl stiffened again under Rosalie's working tongue. She sucked the clit endlessly as Wanda came madly, splashing pussy oil all over her face and throat. Wanda held -Rosalie's ass tightly, licking with her tongue until Rosalie felt the orgasm suddenly totally overpower her. She bucked madly as she came, rubbing her cuntlips into Wanda's mouth. Only when she tugged on Wanda's hair did the girl finally release her.
CHAPTER SIX
After the girls dressed, Wanda wanted to give Rosalie any dress in the store she wanted, but Rosalie refused.
"I'm not in the business of selling my body," Rosalie explained.
"I'm sorry," Wanda muttered, slipping into her shoes after pulling her socks on. "It's just that I wanted to show my gratitude to you for being so nice to me."
"You were just as nice to me," Rosalie pointed out. "Tomorrow, if you want, you can come spend time with me in my apartment. We can have lots of fun there."
"Oh yes," Wanda agreed. "I'd like that."
"Why not bring one of your brothers, too."
"My brothers? What for? Neither one of them is much good for anything except peeping through keyholes when I'm dressing."
"Bring one anyway. You won't be sorry." Rosalie bought two dresses, insisting on paying the full price. Then she left. Her Sunday wasn't going to be a wasted lonely day after all.
Rosalie went to her apartment and rested. At six-thirty she soaked her body in the bathtub. This was one date she was keeping strictly for pleasure. There were no underlying motives. This was for pure enjoyment.
Her door buzzer sounded at eight, sharp. She was dressed in a simple blue cocktail dress that wasn't too formal.
When she opened the door, she saw him dressed very casually.
"Like baseball?" he asked.
"Love it," she replied.
"Good! I have tickets to the game. Ready?"
"Sure am," she smiled.
She took his arm and felt how strong and solid he was.
At the ballpark, he made certain she was comfortable. And though he seemed to be concentrating on the game, every now and then she caught him looking at her from the comer of his eye.
For a little while she felt like a young, teenage girl. She cheered for the home team, jumping up and down whenever a run was scored.
When the game was over, he took her to a decent restaurant. She pressed her body to his and felt the strength in him. She also felt his hard-on pressing against his pants and was glad.
He took her home, and she invited him up for a cup of coffee. He was enjoying her company, and she was enjoying his.
It was nearly two in the morning when he took her in his arms to kiss her goodnight.
For nearly an hour after the first kiss, all they did was repeat the kiss, over and over and over. She felt his arms around her and trembled, knowing she found a man who could really care.
When they broke the next kiss, they clung tightly to one another, their cheeks pressing together.
"Make love to me," she whispered.
"I want to," he breathed. "I want to, so much. But do I dare?"
"What's there to stop you?"
"Suppose a time comes when you feel you'd rather not be with me. What then?"
"Suppose we let such a time take care of itself. Would you let this opportunity pass because of what might happen in the future?"
"You can't be sixteen," he whispered, kissing her cheek. "Your mind thinks so much like mine. I've never met anyone like you."
"All the more reason to make love to me. Who knows how things will look in the cold, grey light of dawn."
She kissed him hard, pressing her body to his. His lips pressed against hers, then moved to her' throat, her cheeks, her eyes.
Slowly they moved into the bedroom. They walked toward the bed, clutching one another tightly. She thrilled as his hand began caressing her. It ran lightly over her breasts, down along her belly, making her shiver. She loved the feel of it all. "Oh God!" she whispered.
They lay on the bed together, pausing only to open buttons, pull down zippers, undo hooks and clasps, and finally for him to clasp his hands over her full tits.
One of his hands came away from her tits and slid under her dress, playing along her knees and thighs, stroking them lightly and gently, feeling her loins slowly part.
Rosalie parted her thighs slowly, thrilling to the way his fingers pressed against her panty-covered crotch, lightly teasing between her thighs, making her quiver and tremble. Rosalie raised her hips as he tugged off the panties.
Somehow, in some way, her dress had been removed, as had her underthings. And he was as naked as she. The touch of his bare flesh against hers made her tremble.
"I love you, Ken. I love you."
"God help me, but I love you, too," he replied between kisses.
His lips burned against her throat, kissing, licking, and making her tremble violently. Then his tongue came slowly down to her left breast, his lips lightly pulling the nipple. Then he moved his mouth over to the other nipple and did the same thing.
"Fuck me, Ken. Fuck me, now. Don't wait another second."
He was parting her thighs as he moved between them. His hot, hard dick was in his right hand as he leaned over her. But she grabbed his cock. She aimed it directly between her clasping, sucking cuntlips. She was gasping. Her body was tense, waiting for him to plunge his solid meat into her.
Not until he began shoving it forward did she suddenly realize how unbelievably thick it was. It pushed its way into her very slowly, stretching her cuntwalls far more than they'd ever been parted before. It felt like a gigantic telephone pole, but she kept her thighs wide open, feeling the massiveness of his cock as it slowly sank deeper and deeper.
Was there no end to it? He just kept pushing in his monstrous cock.
His huge dork was suddenly all the way inside her. She could feel the fuzz of his pubic hairs rubbing against her pelvis He stuffed her and stretched her.
Her cunt was a flaming funnel of sucking lust. She wriggled, raising her body, pressing her pussy tightly against his pelvis. Her gripping labia strained against the base of his thick pole. The onrushing stiffness of his delightful shaft continued filling the well of her cunt. Her thighs muscles tightened. His fingers dug into her cheeks. The pressure of his fingertips digging into her buttocks was delightful.
She felt his hands sliding closer together on her buttocks, moving toward the juncture where his cock was already buried in her cunt. She felt his fingers moving onto her labia, and then they were reaching into her simmering pussy, pulling the hot lips farther apart as if trying to probe into her tightness along with his cock. But she was too tight. His fingers just wouldn't fit.
She felt his hips slowly withdraw, pulling his ponderous prick back until the sensitive glans was the only part still embedded in her clasping vagina. Then he blasted forward. He sank as far into her steaming depths as he could, then hastily pulled back, and lunged forward again, trying to sink even deeper into her quivering pussy.
Rosalie shuddered and gasped, and soon the gasps sounded like one, long, drawn-out sigh.
Her cunt had never felt filled before. This was the first time it was really clogged to overflowing. It was as if the act of fucking had taken on some important meaning for the first time. It was wonderful and awesome.
Her orgasm was descending on her. This was the first time she had ever truly come so quickly. All her concentration was on every lunge of his white-hot prick. His dork was so thick it stretched her vaginal walls.
He was twitching as he shuddered his lancing cock into her tight, squeezing, dripping cunt, ramming into her. Her sensitive pussy seemed open and vulnerable as the flood increased inside her in intensity. His hot come was suddenly storming into her.
"Love you, love you, ohhh Godddd... I love you ..she murmured, her voice constricted. And then she began spasming madly. "Uuuurrrggghhhheeyarrggghhhh!"
The storm of sensation spread from her taut cunt through the rest of her body. His lunges into her cunt seemed to slow down as the seed drained from him. She expected to feel his iron-hard cock start to wilt. To her delightful astonishment it didn't happen. Though his spurts decreased in intensity, his prick remained an unbending, unyielding lance.
Sliding out from under him, she forced him down on his back and stared at the huge, towering structure of blood-swollen flesh. She stared at the erection, seeing the slick covering of her lubrication and his own white sperm. Her lips pursed as she felt the fast-drying sticky coat on his hard cock.
"I can't understand it," he whispered. "I've never had it stay hard like this before."
She moved closer to the hard member, seeing new drops of oil start to leak from its swollen purple head.
Suddenly her mouth swooped down on it, taking the fat, rubbery knob between her anxious lips. He felt a hot, delicious sensation rumble through him. His cock, already immense, seemed to swell to even greater proportions as her lips closed around it.
Without taking it from her mouth, she looked up into his eyes for a moment. Then she looked down and slowly, very slowly, began pushing more and more of his thick meat into her mouth.
Her mouth began sliding up, long before she had enclosed even half the weighty penis between her lips. She was using her tongue, licking all around, tasting the mixture of their fluids.
Then her soft lips surrounded the mighty phallus again, slowly moving down the staff, taking more and more of it into her mouth. She could feel it slide against her tongue as she pressed it against the underside of his swollen cock. Saliva dripped down the thick pole.
Her licking tongue was like the mouth of a vacuum cleaner. The more she licked his solid staff the more she made him feel as if her tongue would literally draw every last drop out of him.
Her mouth moved lower and she began sucking madly, thrilling to the way his cock filled her mouth. She knew he had propped a pillow up behind his head and was staring in amazement at the way she was eating his cock, which meant he'd never been blown before, or whoever else had done it, had done a poor job of it.
Her lips pressed hard around the corona each time her bobbing head came up, making him writhe and squirm every time. He finally yielded to his natural impulses and rested his hands on her head, pushing her mouth lower each time it went down, forcing the head of his cock to penetrate her throat. Her hot breath poured out heavily over his raging cock.
She felt his thighs coming together because of the tension her mouth was causing. Any moment now he would be slamming his hips into her face, driving that last little bit of cockstem into her mouth. What aroused him even more, she knew, was the pressure of her tits between his thighs. Her nipples, rubbing across his knees and thighs, were driving him mad with sensation.
Her tongue was stiff and rubbing up and down along the underside of his oversensitive cock. It rubbed from side to side as her mouth slid up and down, tantalizing the lower part of his thick, meaty shaft.
Her fingers slid under his balls and caressed the loose, wrinkled flesh of his hairy sac. She squeezed the balls a little, making him writhe in tortured delight.
She could hear him panting. She felt his thighs rubbing her face, mingling his sweat with hers.
But Rosalie was interested only in making him feel thrills and sensations he would never forget, no matter what happened in the future. This was her first brush with love.
Her taut lips continued sliding up and down the pole of his mighty cock. She sucked, licked, bit, and chewed, while her fingers continued squeezing and rubbing his balls.
His seething cock was bright red as blood continued to fill its shaft, making his penis more unbending than ever. The rubbery point of his cock was a deep, rich purple, becoming darker.
She could feel pulsing sensations in his cock and knew he was ready for his second come. She could feel the combination of flesh tightening and swelling, and she heard his fiery gasps squeeze from his mouth.
His hands were tightening in her hair. She knew what was going on in his mind, and she used all her weight to keep him in his horizontal position. Had she relented for an instant, he might have spun her over and rammed his cock so far down her throat that the point of his prick would come out of her cunt instead of going into it. She could tell she had done the right thing by throwing her weight on him as his fingers clutched at the bed. His hips plunged wildly up, his cock going far up into her mouth and throat, and then retreating.
The testicles swelled. Fantastic heat seemed to come from within the scrotum. His body trembled and shuddered, and she knew he would be pouring his come down her throat at any moment. The idea excited her. She wanted his sperm. She ached to taste it. She knew it would be different from the come of her cousins. This was the juice of a man, and not some crazy rapist who got his kicks from attacking a helpless girl.
He would be coming any second now. She could feel the pulsations in his cock increase. He rammed his hips against her. He was on the very edge. His hands were grabbing at anything and everything.
She felt the liquid actually start its journey through the narrow tube in the underside of his cock, and her tongue rubbed against it, coaxing it out. And then a bursting flood of semen went pouring into her throat as one shot followed. It was as if a continuous stream of sperm was pouring out of him. In spite of his first orgasm he was blasting what seemed like gallons of come juice down her gullet. And Rosalie swallowed it all greedily, drinking every last drop, licking the pole all around. - But once again his cock remained hot and hard, refusing to go down despite the truly marvelous job her tongue had done. In a way, Rosalie was glad. Her cunt was hot and twitching for action again.
Even as her mouth finally rose from the massive pole, she felt him grab her and press her down on the bed. Her tits rubbed against the mattress making her shudder as her sensitive nipples felt the friction.
He was between her thighs, rubbing her ass, her thighs widespread. She reached under her, grabbed the weighty prong, and guided it toward her lusting hole. It went right into her, and Rosalie shuddered as he plunged it all the way up, slamming it against her cervix. It slithered back out again. His hands gripped her ass and he continued pushing himself in and out, pumping madly.
This time the climax for the two of them was only moments away. Suddenly she stiffened, tightening her pussy around the massive meat pole. She screamed and squirmed, and the overpowering pressure of her vulva seemed to suck his third orgasm from him. Finally, after what seemed like hours, his penis began to shrink.
They drifted off to sleep together. For the first - time in her life, Rosalie felt completely secure. She knew she would be able to sleep without worrying , something would happen. As long as Ken was with her, everything would be fine. As long as Ken was with her...
CHAPTER SEVEN
It was just past five in the morning when Ken left Rosalie's apartment, and then only because she promised she would date him the following Saturday evening.
Rosalie returned to her bedroom. She fell comfortably asleep.
She didn't awaken until ten Sunday. She rose lazily, took a long, warm shower, then made a light brunch.
She called Sandra, the friend who had been receiving her tapes. Sandra assured her she'd gotten the first tape and had re-edited it after making some stills of the more intimate poses of Rosalie with Cousin Frank. Rosalie told her the second tape was in the mail, and there would probably be a third tape the following day.
"I managed to get a good zoom-in at the moment he penetrated you," Sandra told her. "The sight of the blood coating his penis on withdrawal proves he took your virginity, and the - way it now looks on the edited tape, it appears he raped you."
"Excellent," Rosalie told her. "Wait'll you get a load of my inept cousin, Ed, and how I made it appear he forced me to suck him off."
"I'm taking some of the out-takes of all the tapes and overlapping them in such a way, it'll seem as if all of your cousins were there at the same time, raping you in a bunch."
"That's just what I want," Rosalie agreed. "And I want five copies of each still. My beloved cousins are going to suffer mightily before they all end up totally disgraced in the eyes of this village for their multiple rape of the daughter of a first cousin they had raped sixteen years earlier."
"It's closer to seventeen years that the rape took place," Sandra reminded her.
"Time will never diminish the hate I feel for the five of them. Don't be surprised at what you see on the next tape if things work out well today. I won't even be on this one. But it'll be a beaut. Wait and see."
Rosalie hung up and went to her bedroom where she reluctantly changed her bedding.
She was spraying herself with a little cologne when her door buzzer rang. With her peignoir clinging tightly to her naked form, she opened the' door, and there was Wanda. And with Wanda was a sandy-haired boy who looked very much like her. "Hi," she greeted, welcoming them into the apartment. "Come on it."
As they entered, she noticed the boy was short and a bit on the thin side. But she also noticed his eyes. His eyes were on her at all times.
"I still don't know why you had me bring Larry along," Wanda said. "He's just a juvenile peeping tom."
Larry was already blushing and becoming angry at his sister.
"How old are you, Larry?" Rosalie asked.
"Eleven," he replied sullenly.
"And you like to look at girls, huh?"
"Aw heck, that ain't nobody else's business," he snapped.
"I hear you especially like to look at your sister."
"Why not. Except for my ma, she's got the only decent female bod in the house. And if Pa caught me starin' at Ma, he'd beat the livin' shit outta me. I dunno what it is with my old man, but he's such a... well... he don't let nobody walk around naked in the house. He says the sight of someone of the other sex could do bad things t'us."
Rosalie got some Cokes from her refrigerator and poured for all three of them.
"Tell me, Larry, is looking the only thing you'd really like to do?"
"Well heck," he answered, taking a sip of his soda, "since you're askin', I wouldn't mind a squeeze or two of tit."
"How good are you at keeping secrets?"
"Real good," he murmured. "Why?"
"How would you like to watch your sister and me make love to one another?"
She watched his eyes start to sparkle. They glittered when he said, "Hey, if I'm gonna be here, how 'bout you teachin' me some of this, too? I mean, I always had a hankerin' to fool around with Wanda, but I thought she was turned off, me bein' her brother and all."
"I suppose if you knew a little bit about what to do, Wanda might come to like it. Am I right Wanda?" Rosalie asked.
"Well, gee, I guess," the girl nodded, finishing her cola.
"Let's go into the bedroom," Rosalie suggested. The boy was trembling with eagerness. His eyes kept moving back and forth from the two girls.
Rosalie took off her peignoir and displayed her body. They stared, the boy murmuring, "Zowee, what great tits."
"Now the both of you undress," she instructed. "Why me?" Larry wanted to know.
"Because if you're going to play with us, we want to play with you, Right, Wanda?"
"Sure," the freckled girl nodded, blushing as she began taking her dress off.
In less than a minute the two children were as naked as Rosalie.
"Hey, Sis," Larry said, "you really do got a great bod. I've never seen it this close before, but you look terrif."
"And notice how nice Larry is hung?" Rosalie pointed out to the blushing Wanda.
For an eleven-year-old, the boy had a nice penis. It was already hard just from his staring at the two women. And it was just as long as Ed Traveler's cock.
"Larry, you just stand there and watch for a few minutes," Rosalie insisted. "I mean, this was supposed to be a party for Wanda and me. If you want to join in later, fine. But right now, Wanda has to have her first orgasm."
"Her first what?"
"She has to come," Rosalie explained.
"What's that mean?"
"Just watch. You'll see. And if you're nice, I'll see to it you come once or twice, too."
"Sounds great, whatever it means. Okay. You two do whatever you want. I'll watch for now. But I wanna touch later."
The boy sat on her dressing-table stool as Rosalie led Wanda to the bed. Then they lay on the bed and pressed-their bodies together.
Rosalie immediately began kissing Wanda's mouth, teasing Wanda's tongue, feeling the girl finally respond. Their tongues licked and pressed against each other. Rosalie felt the younger girl start to press more tightly against her.
This time it was Wanda who reversed her body, lying on top of Rosalie, spreading the older girl's thighs. Rosalie could see the boy staring between her thighs at her wide-open pussy. He had never seen the pink inner depths of a twat before, and the sight of it had him blushing furiously. He was red all over. And when he saw his sister sink her mouth into Rosalie's passion pit, he couldn't sit still any longer. Getting to his feet, he approached the two girls and watched as they licked each other's cunts.
"Wow!" he muttered. "That looks great. I have to try it."
He watched the way his sister's eager tongue began slurping through the meaty trough. He felt Rosalie's feet brush his cheek, and without thinking, he put his tongue out and licked her foot. He felt her jump in response. She liked it.
Grabbing her foot, he began sucking on her toes. He licked her big toes, then the next one. And then he took three into his mouth all at once. He lapped at her other two toes, then, with his sister's face still buried deeply between Rosalie's loins, he pulled her legs as close together as he could, and began sucking on all her toes.
"Eeeeeyuh," he heard his sister squeal, and at first he thought she was hurt.
He raised his head and stared, watching his sister's body tighten. Her thighs clamped themselves tightly around Rosalie's head as Wanda bounced and trembled. He watched Wanda's butt wiggle violently from side to side. God! What a sight. And that ass of his sister's looked so great.
He moved closer to the head of the bed and watched how his sister's ass tightened. He reached out with trembling hands and began lightly caressing his sister's asscheeks. They relaxed, and he saw the pucker of her anus, a webbed hole just beckoning to him. He could see Rosalie's tongue swiping up and down in Wanda's cunt crack, and even reaching up to the bottom of Wanda's asscrack.
Larry's tongue went slithering down between the white globes, and the two tongues met. He felt electrical jolts through his body, and he was sorry when Rosalie's tongue went slurping back into the swampy depths of his sister's slushy box. His tongue began pressing against the' ring of Wanda's anus. He licked it, tasting its sweetness, realizing for the first time just how good a job his sister did on her ass when she sat in a bathtub.
Wanda felt sparks shoot through her as one tongue licked into her blazing cunt while another tongue probed into her asshole. She shuddered and would have rocked back and forth had her brother's hands not gripped her and kept her steady.
Rosalie was overjoyed. The boy was already hooked. She could feel the eagerness in his licking tongue each time it met hers. He was sucking strongly at his sister's asshole.
She could see Wanda was strongly affected by the whole thing, bouncing and squirming. Her tongue was rapidly lapping in and out, in and out, drinking Wanda's tasty fluids. Rosalie wondered if some of the residue of Ken's cock was still inside her, adding to the taste Wanda was enjoying.
And then Wanda's head came up from between Rosalie's thighs. "No more, I can't take it. Please... please... no more for now."
Rosalie disengaged. "All right, Wanda. Now let's see what you can do for your brother. Larry, did you like licking your sister's asshole?"
"Loved it," the boy muttered. "Just loved it!"
"How would you like to lick my pussy?"
"I'll still do it," Wanda volunteered. "I can do that."
"No, Wanda. It's time for you to graduate from girls to boys. Look at that delicious rampant rod of your brothers. Wouldn't you just love to suck it?"
"I don't know ..
"I do know. Take it from me, Wanda. Cocksucking is just as exciting as cuntlapping. You'll love it, especially when he shoots that tasty white jism down your throat."
"I'd never even thought about doing something like that," Wanda admitted.
"Larry, you lay down flat on your back," Rosalie instructed.
The boy did as he was told, his cock waving in the air.
"Come here, Wanda," Rosalie said, beckoning to the girl.
Wanda slowly approached her brother. Her eyes were riveted to his penis. It was the first time she'd ever really been able to study it.
"Look at the little red cap on top," Rosalie instructed. "That cap is where most of his sensitivity is. Notice how the cap flares out. That's the corona. And see, here, at the back of the penis, or on the underside, notice the spot where the glans tapers up into a little knot."
Her fingers rubbed the point, and both girls saw the cock twitch as Larry moaned.
"Look at these balls," Rosalie continued. "Now' the balls are hanging down. But as he gets ready to shoot his come, the sac will shrink, and the sac will pull up into his groin where it will stay until he's unleashed his stuff. And believe me, Wanda, it's tasty stuff. And it's clean, sanitary fluid, too. Here, I'll lick it first."
Pressing, her mouth against the cock, Rosalie stuck her tongue out and licked one side of it from base to tip. The penis began twitching madly.
"See how he loves it, Wanda," Rosalie said. "Now you lick the other side."
Wanda moved to the other side of the bed, crawled up onto it, and brought her mouth close to her brother's cock.
"Come on," Rosalie urged. "You can do it. Here, I'll press my tongue to this side, and you press yours against that side. Our tongues'll meet. It'll be as if you're soul-kissing me with his penis between our tongues. Okay?"
Rosalie's tongue came out again and pressed the side of the boy's aching cock. It jumped the moment she touched it. Then Wanda's tongue abruptly licked out and pressed against the other side. The two mouths remained wide open, both dripping saliva onto the boy's pelvis and thighs.
"Holy shit!" the boy yelled as both tongues met at the peak.
Rosalie's tongue pressed on top of Wanda's, making sure the younger girl got a mouthful of her brother's lubrication. She swallowed it. Then, Wanda put her tongue on top of her brother's swollen cock, and slowly licked down to the base again.
The next time her tongue licked up, she was lapping against the underside. And as her lips slowly moved down Rosalie could hear Wanda's mouth slurping. The girl enjoyed the taste of her brother's cock as much as he had enjoyed lapping at her asshole.
"All the way down," Rosalie whispered.
Wanda's soft lips continued sliding down the slick pole of her younger brother's cock as her tongue continued licking and lapping. His steel- hard flesh was filling her mouth.
Finally her lips touched bottom, rubbing into his bare pubis. Inhaling, she could smell his youthful maleness. She touched the wrinkled sac of his balls. He was young, and the wrinkles weren't too pronounced. Nor was there any hair on the prunelike sac. She cupped the balls in her hand and squeezed a little. It made him shudder, and she was afraid she might be hurting him.
She raised her head with the intention of asking him if anything was wrong, but to her surprise his cock went up with her mouth. His hands came down on her head, pushing her face down as he rammed his cock, right up to the balls, into her mouth. His hips began wildly retreating and charging, stuffing the full length of his short shaft in and out of her mouth.
Wanda was sucking avidly, saliva dribbling down her cheeks as she fought to suck his throbbing cock. Her fingers tightened around his nuts, applying even more pressure, making him bounce all the harder, causing his stiff cock to ream between her lips with stronger friction.
Rosalie, content the girl was sucking so well, got on the bed and straddled Larry's face with her thighs, while facing the cocksucking Wanda. She lowered her thighs carefully, slowly, and would have been even slower about it had not one of Larry's hands pulled, her ass down the rest of the way, forcing the gluey lips of her dripping pussy to collide with his open mouth.
His tongue lanced right into her pussy. Rosalie felt it lick up and in, swirling from left to right. Liquid flooded Larry's mouth and he drank it all in. Meanwhile his hips continued humping wildly, shoving his solid dong into his sister's prick-hungry mouth. He did his best to reach her throat.
Rosalie could feel his tongue shoveling through the trough of her seething cunt, making her hump her cunt back and forth against his face. She shuddered and trembled as his tongue lapped its way through her tight, splashing canal. The contact of tongue to clitoris was shocking, and Rosalie yelped as the boy's tongue inexpertly licked and lapped her clit.
"Good, good, good," she reassured, though her clasping thighs were tightly surrounding his ears so he could barely her.
Her hands were on Wanda's shoulders, squeezing and caressing them, helping the girl move up and down as she continued eating her brother's stolid prick. She was becoming an expert.
All the male Travelers were expert cuntlappers. The boy proved himself no exception as his tongue lashed in and out of her furrow. Her box felt hotter than the first of a blast furnace.
Rosalie grabbed Wanda's tits. She could feel the nipples swell into pink capsules. When she rubbed them, it made Wanda squeal.
The pressure of Rosalie's fingers on Wanda's nipples made the younger girl tighten her strangulating lip-hold on her brother's trembling cock.
Larry felt strange sensations rumbling inside him, and then, without expectation, he felt something shoot out of his cock and into his sister's mouth.
"Nnnnnggghhhaaarrraannggghhhh!" he yelled, feeling uncontrollable pulsings squeeze his cock as thrills beyond belief erupted from him.
He flopped all over the bed as his sister's mouth pulled on his already-wilting prick. He shuddered and shook, unable to believe the sensations shooting through him.
Rosalie watched, feeling his anxious tongue lap its way deeper into her tunnel. She'd been forced to release her hold on Wanda's nipples, allowing the girl to move with her brother as her mouth continued nursing at the boy's cock, draining the thick cream from it as if it were Mother's milk.
Larry's tongue now concentrated on Rosalie's clit, rubbing and massaging it again and again, feeling the way her body quivered each time he licked across it. He licked faster as he was shooting into his sister's sucking mouth! Rosalie rubbed her slash back and forth across his chin, moving faster, squeezing her own tits. She could hear the sound her labia made as they squished against Larry's face.
And then her own climax exploded inside her. Flames roared through her body as she gave herself over to the climax completely.
"Ayaarrgh!"
Sliding back, she pulled her cunt from the young boy's face. He was coming to the end of his own climax. Wanda was releasing his cock, making, smacking noises with her lips as if still trying to' figure out whether or not she actually enjoyed the taste of her brother's jism.
"Hah! Whew!" the boy exhaled after sucking air into his lungs. "Was that ever something. Geez, so that's what it's all about."
"It's only the beginning," Rosalie assured him. "Y'mean there's more?"
"Lot's more, if you and Wanda are interested."
"Oh yes," Wanda nodded. "Oh yes. I, want to feel his tongue in my pussy when I suck him off the next time."
"In a little while," Rosalie assured her. "For now, I think a little rest is in order. After that, I'll let the two of you discover the real reason why men have cocks and women have cunts."
"What other reason could there be?" Larry asked.
"After a little something to pick up your strength and give you another hard-on, you, Larry, are going to fuck your sister. Each of you will cop the other's cherry, so to speak. And you'll both love it."
And they did. They loved every bit of it, only this time Rosalie had her hidden camera working, recording the incest. And when she told Larry to roughly force his sister's mouth onto his cock again, while tugging her thighs apart so he could eat his sperm out of her, the camera recorded what appeared to be an act of wanton rape of the brother against the sister.
Wanda had come three times and Larry had shot twice. The last time, when he'd forced his cock into her mouth while yanking her loins apart so he could eat her cunt, she had spasmed wildly while he had not been able to come.
Rosalie solved the problem by having the boy bugger his sister's tight little ass. At first Wanda didn't want to do it, but Rosalie assured her once she got used to it, she would love that, too. So Wanda got on the bed on her hands and knees, and Larry, standing at the foot of the bed, forced his skinny little cock into his sister's clutching ass. The pressure made him come in almost no time.
"Can we do this all again sometime?" Wanda wanted to know as she and her brother dressed to leave.
"You can do it whenever you want," Rosalie assured her. "The two of you no longer need me. This was why I had you bring Larry along in the first place. You both know what to do. Go ahead and do it at home, whenever your parents aren't around. Okay?"
"We'd like to do it with you again," Wanda told her, kissing her gently.
"Someday, maybe," Rosalie told her, smiling.
CHAPTER EIGHT
It was Monday and Rosalie was feeling confident. Her plan was working like a charm.
Albert Traveler was next on the list.
Since coming to the small village, Rosalie had done her best to learn about all her cousins.
Of all the brothers, Albert was earning the most money. He ran a mail-order house, and no one who dealt with him ever saw his face. This meant that even if she put something on tape showing Albert supposedly attacking her, Rosalie could never hope for it to harm Albert with his clientele. They would never recognize him.
She knew Albert had the morals of a gutter rat, and he wouldn't hesitate to fuck his own niece (nor would Frank, Ed, or Ray for that matter). And Wanda would probably love to get an adult cock. Cousin Albert had his office at the end of Main Street in a dingy wooden building the fire department would have condemned years before, had it not been owned by a Traveler.
That Monday, at eleven o'clock, he was surprised to see his door open. In the fourteen years he had successfully operated his business, he had never seen another person so much as try to set foot across the threshold.
But his door was opening, and surprise of surprises, a beautiful young girl came in. He could tell she was just a teenager. But she was pretty, all right. He liked the way her tight blouse clung to her body, pushed out by her large tits; tits that didn't need a bra to hold them up. She was wearing a sleeveless vest, and it was open right now, and he could see the dark circles of her areolas. Also, the neckline of the blouse was way down, revealing the opening between her breasts.
"Hey, kid, you should be in school," he said.
Even as he talked he realized there was something familiar about the girl. He felt a stirring in his groin as he hadn't felt in more than fifteen years. Oh, he'd had the hots for every female in the village at one time or another. And the fact that not even the whores would put out for him made him feel all the hotter when looking at a chick. But this girl was different from the others. This girl was something special.
"Wendy?" he asked. "Cousin Wendy? Is that you?"
"I'm Rosalie," she replied. "I'm Wendy's daughter, Cousin Albert."
"Yeah, well what d'you want here?"
"I just wanted to meet you, Cousin Albert," Rosalie said. "Mother never talked about you and your brothers while she was alive, and I felt it was time for me to become acquainted with all of you."
"You sayin' Wendy's dead?" Albert asked. "Nearly three months ago," Rosalie replied. "Yeah, well I'm sorry t'hear that. And she never talked to you about us cousins?"
"Not once. It was as if she were hiding some skeleton in the closet. But anyway, here I am."
"Yeah," Albert nodded, craving filling his eyes. "Here you are. Say, can I take you out Hunch?"
"I'm a little busy today," she smiled. "Tell you what. Why don't you come to my house for lunch this coming Sunday?"
"You mean you live somewhere near the village?"
"I live in the village, in the apartment house on Seventh Street. I'm up on the second floor. I think it's time I became better acquainted with the members of my family. So how about coming to my apartment Sunday, about one o'clock?"
"Yeah," Albert nodded. "That's a good idea. That's a great idea."
Oh yeah! Albert thought. As Rosalie smiled and walked out of his dingy office, Albert suddenly found himself coming in his pants.
Oooooh shit! She wanted him to come to her apartment all alone on Sunday and spend the day with her. And why would she want it if not to fuck for him? Shit! She was nothing like that stuck-up mother of hers-may she rest in peace.
Hurrying to the lavatory down the hall, Albert went inside, peeled down his pants, and began washing the come off his cock and balls.
Rosalie, meanwhile, was on her way to see Cousin Ray. She'd talk to Wanda on Saturday and convince the girl to come to her apartment alone on Sunday, at about noon. Then she'd set everything up for Cousin Albert.
Ray Traveler owned the village finance company and held mortgages on half the real estate in and around the village. Only Albert made more money than Ray, and that was because Albert worked for it.
Ray was still tall and slim, but his hair was much darker. He enjoyed being cruel and hurting people. He was a sadist and enjoyed hurting women even more than fucking them. If he could hurt them as he fucked them, all the better.
Ray kept his office in the center of the village, across the street from the Traveler Department Store. Rosalie had no trouble locating it.
Ray was surprised to see Rosalie, at first mistaking her for her mother. He, like the others, felt secure when Rosalie informed him her mother had died without ever talking about him.
Like Albert, Ray's eyes filled with lascivity at the sight of Rosalie. She brought back memories of that night he'd raped her mother. And now he wanted to rape her, as well. But unlike his other brothers, he didn't want to be alone with her. He needed an alibi in case things went wrong, and that alibi should be right there with him, raping the shit out of his kid, as well.
Vinnie! Vinnie would love the idea of fucking Wendy's kid.
"I'll have it all checked out for you," he assured her. "If you wish, I'll stop by wherever you're staying and let you know tonight."
"I'd like that very much," Rosalie told him.
She stared into his icy eyes and shivered. This was the kind of man who wouldn't mind beating her to death if he thought he'd get away with it. He was a pure sadist.
When she left Ray, she could still feel the tight way he gripped her hand while shaking it. He was married to a timid girl whom he would beat every time he felt like doing so.
Going to the bank, Rosalie met with Ken and had lunch with him. There was something so reassuring about his presence.
After leaving Ken, Rosalie returned to her apartment, relaxed for awhile, and even slept. She got up again at six, made sure the videotape camera was in place with a fresh reel of tape, then took a bath.
At seven-thirty, she answered the door and saw Ray there with another man.
"Hey, Rosalie," Ray announced, "this is Cousin Vinnie."
Rosalie felt her heart leap into her throat for a moment. She feared Vinnie was already onto what his kids were doing and had gotten them to admit - she was the one who taught them.
"Hi," Vinnie smiled, nodding.
No, Vinnie wasn't aware his kids were fucking each other; not yet. He was with Ray for another reason.
The two men came into her apartment and closed the door. She led the way into the living room and offered them drinks. They accepted. Both were bourbon men.
Rosalie poured the drinks.
"That land is yours, free and clear," Ray told her.
"That's good to know," Rosalie nodded.
"Y'know," Vinnie said, "your mother was quite a girl. When we were kids we used to play all the time. You look one helluva lot like her. D'you act like her at all?"
"What do you mean?" Rosalie asked.
"D'you like to play?"
"I think I'm a little too old to be playing house or anything like that."
"That's it," Vinnie said to Ray. "We used to play house. And the way we played it," he told Rosalie, "we're still not too old to play it, now."
"What are you talking about?" Rosalie asked, knowing perfectly well what they meant.
She purposely began backing toward the bedroom. They were going to rape her, and it had to be done :n the bedroom with the door closed.
"Hey come on, Cousin Rosalie," Ray murmured, moving in from another direction. "Take it easy. All we wanna do is have a little fun."
She moved back into the bedroom and the two men followed. Ray came in first, and Vinnie conveniently shut the door behind them.
"Hey what's going on?" Rosalie asked, more scared than she really thought she'd be.
Ray walked up to her and tore her peignoir off. Instinctively she crossed her arms over her breasts. Ray's head went down to her tits, and he began slavering all over her breasts as he sucked and bit her nipples, making them swell painfully.
Rosalie tried pulling away from him, but his grip was too tight. His mouth continued working on her pained nipples, biting them, chewing them, while he pushed his free hand between her thighs.
She struggled, trying to fight him off. His fingers rubbed harder against her moist cuntlips. Now, as his fingers created a strong friction, she felt her aroused fervor begin to shoot skyward.
"Thatta boy, Ray," Vinnie encouraged from the door. "Her body's every bit as good as her' mother's. Shit! I can hardly wait to get into her myself. She's hotter than Wendy. Look at the way she moves, Betcha this is one cunt that'll enjoy your fat cock."
Ray was alert to Rosalie's passionate heat. He knew no matter how much he hurt her, if he kept rubbing the right spots she'd stay hot. Whether or not she enjoyed being fucked, it was important to keep her hot. Her cunt would hold his cock all the better if it stayed wet and juicy.
He felt her ass twitch as he threw her down on the bed. He forced her thighs farther apart, getting his fingers between the sucking pussylips. He rubbed the labia roughly. He used his other hand to open his belt and yank down his pants and underpants, kicking off his shoes at the same time.
"Please don't hurt me," Rosalie squealed, her face filled with horror as she looked in the direction of the camera.
Ray's thick fingers rubbed strongly between Rosalie's thighs, finally finding the bud of her clit. He rubbed the leaking flesh around her clit, then he gripped it between two fingers and began mashing tightly against it. Rosalie shuddered and shook in a mad response. Her thighs slowly but' surely opened wider, and she wriggled her butt, gasping.
"Ray, she's responding real good," Vinnie muttered. "Look at the way those asscheeks bounce on the bed. And Christ! Look at the way the sauce is pourin' outta her pussy."
Vinnie hurried to the head of the bed, grabbed a pillow and shoved it under her ass.
"She's set for it," Vinnie said. "She's really set for it. Give it to her, Ray."
Ray moved between Rosalie's loins, his burning, throbbing root pressing against Rosalie's pussy. His mouth never stopped sucking on her swollen nipple.
As his heavy glans bounced off her leaking labia, she writhed beneath him madly. "Don't do it, Cousin Ray. Don't do it. Please, for the love of God-don't rape me!"
It really was a thick cock. It was much larger than anything any of the other cousins had sported. Only Ken Kestor had a longer, fatter one.
Vinnie leaned over her and put his arms on her shoulders, pinning her to the bed.
"My God! Don't she look like her mother, though," he murmured.
"You just shut the fuck up," Ray warned.
"Ray," Rosalie begged again. "Don't... please!"
"Honey, you have too sweet a pussy to ignore," : he told her. "The minute I saw you this afternoon, I knew I had to have you. Now I'm gonna fuck you, and I'm gonna fuck you good. You just be a nice kid, lay back, and enjoy what's gonna happen. Shit! I had my fingers all the way up inside you. You ain't got no cherry. That means you've been fucked before. So you know how good it feels. So now just take it easy and enjoy, 'cause when Cousin Ray fucks, he fucks good. And I think you know you really want my cock, anyway."
His fingers parted the sopping gates of her labia while his other hand pushed the pulsing knob of his prick to her entrance.
"No," Rosalie begged. "Oh no, no, no, no-o-o-o-o-o-o... " The swollen head of Ray's simmering cock wedged itself into the tight entrance of Rosalie's dripping hole. He paused, cocked his hips, then rocketed half his aching cock forward, frictioning into Rosalie's gooey, tormented cunt. The thrill of his fat log was fabulous, but Rosalie hid her feeling of delight with a look of agony as she screamed constantly. He worked his cock from side to side, pushing harder, trying to squeeze most of it into the depths of her tight vagina.
Ray unleashed the rest of his cock, plunging it unmercifully into the flaming depths of her quim.
She felt the tip of his rubbery cock touch her cervix. Rosalie almost passed out from the enjoyment she was getting.
Ray slowly began tugging his thick dork back, listening to Rosalie's moans and enjoying every little sound. Then he rode his solid shaft forward again, moving it back and forth, getting her cunt used to his blistering pole. Noisy sucking sounds came from the ravaged cunt.
The more Ray plunged his cock back and forth, the easier it moved. Mixed with Rosalie's frightened sighs were uncontrollable gasps of pleasure. Rosalie shoved her ass up in unison with Ray's downward strokes, allowing her burning pussy to adjust to the thickness of his prick.
Her knees came up to cushion his back as she pumped her buttocks forward and back, moaning and sighing.
"Ray she's hooked all the way," Vinnie yelled. "Man, have you got her nailed down. She's really digging the way you're socking your cock into her."
"Like it?" Ray asked. "I want to hear it from you, Rosalie-baby. D'you like what my cock's doin' t'you?"
"Yes," she finally admitted.
"You want more of it?"
"Oh yes," she gasped.
"Well this is your lucky day, baby. You've got it."
He rammed his eager pole into her cunt as her thighs wrapped themselves around his body. Her cunt gripped his solid shaft. Her cunt swallowed the large, fat dick.
Ray had kept his mouth busy sucking on her nipples, actually sinking his teeth into them. His body trembled. He could feel her fingernails raking his back, tearing long bloodlines into it.
"You've got a great pussy there," Ray insisted. "Oh have you got a great cunt there. Oh wow!"
Their limbs became more and more entangled. Mouth locked against mouth as cunt locked against balls.' Her lips sucked his tongue hard. Her pussylips pulled hard on his seething cock. Rosalie felt an overpowering climax. And at the very same moment, Ray blasted one fantastic wad of hot, white, blistering cream into her seething cunt.
Rosalie lay there, arms and thighs wide open as Ray slid out of her.
"Your turn," he said to Vinnie.
"Same as with her mother," Vinnie told him. "I want her ass, first. I'll bet she's just young enough to have never had her asshole used, and since I copped Wendy's ass cherry, I don't see why I shouldn't take her daughter's, as well."
Ray helped flip Rosalie over. She lay on the bed, face down, her arms outstretched, her thighs still wide apart. But the moment she felt Vinnie's naked form between her thighs, she tried kicking and pushing him away. Vinnie's cock was not quite as long as Ray's, but- it was every bit as thick. Ray had to press on her shoulders to keep her from flipping back over.
"Lookit that gorgeous rump," Vinnie muttered. "It's even better lookin' than her mother's. Christ! Whatta asshole."
Vinnie let his cock slide between Rosalie's asscheeks, feeling the girl shudder. He laughed and sawed his cock back and forth through her asscrack, pinching her cheeks, making her sob.
Rosalie's face was toward the camera, and the tears running down her cheeks were plainly visible. She shuddered as Vinnie pried her asscheeks apart. When she still resisted, he began slapping her asscheeks hard, turning them a bright-red.
As he had done with Wendy, years ago, so he now did with Wendy's daughter. He took some of the leakage from her pussy and began massaging it against the girl's asshole. He rubbed long and hard,- pushing more and more of the oil inside, opening her asshole. At one point he spit on his fingers and rubbed the saliva into her bumhole. Then he pulled her asscheeks wide apart, pressed his knobby cock against the puckered entrance, and pushed very slowly.
"Owwwwww... " Rosalie yelled.
"Oh Christ!" Ray muttered.
Straddling Rosalie's face, he raised her head, then stuffed his limp prick into her mouth. He pressed his hands on the back of her head to keep her mouth pressed into his balls, then nodded to Vinnie. Vinnie pushed against Rosalie's ass again. This time Rosalie bucked and made gagging sounds, but it was all absorbed by Ray's balls.
Vinnie pushed harder, feeling her sphincter begin to yield. He pushed and squeezed, feeling the two round buttocks tremble as he squeezed them.
"Mmmmmppphhhhh... " Rosalie mumbled.
"Unnnnngghhhhuuhhh... " Vinnie panted, forcing harder and harder.
He pushed again, and the ass ring opened just a bit more, admitting the point of his cock.
"Oh Jesus!" Vinnie murmured. "There's nothing like a good tight asshole."
Rosalie felt her anus tighten around his probing cock as it pushed its way in. Vinnie pushed, and a' little bit more of the head went in. Slowly but surely he cased his cock deeper into the tight, crushing depths of her rectum. She felt the fat wand sliding into her asschannel as Vinnie began rocking back and forth, moving his cock around inside as if attempting to widen the hole.
At the same time, Rosalie could feel Ray's cock starting to harden in her mouth.
"Suck, little cousin," he cooed. "Suck it nice, like a tasty candy stick. And if you're a good girl, I'll come back another time and let you suck it again."
As the cock hardened, Ray pushed the steaming meat deeper and deeper into Rosalie's mouth. She could taste the residue of his sperm, mixed with her juices as the fat meatpole slid further and further into her mouth. And then the two brothers began thrusting in unison. Ray pumped into her mouth as Vinnie shoved his cock into her ass. Then Ray withdrew while Vinnie also pulled back. They moved together, as if hoping the tips of their burning penises would touch somewhere in her belly.
Rosalie hated to admit it, but she was enjoying herself. Her tongue felt the smooth hardness of Ray's flaming poker, while her asshole felt the hard thickness of Vinnie's pumping cock.
Reaching under her chin, Rosalie softly caressed Ray's heavy balls, causing his cock to become even stiffer as it rammed its way in and out of her mouth. Her tongue licked furiously while her lips pulled maddeningly.
She felt herself gaining control over her rectal muscles. She was able to squeeze tightly, feeling her asshole compress tightly around Vinnie's burning prick. She could hear him screaming. He grunted and groaned as his cock felt the tightness of Rosalie's ass squeeze around it.
Rosalie felt her cunt getting soggy and wet again as cream fell from her snatch onto the bedsheets. Her pussy squeezed tightly closed. Fire was shooting through her anus, making her writhe and wriggle as she sucked maddeningly on Ray's thrusting cock.
"Ohhhhhh... " she heard Ray, as if from a long way off.
"What a fuckin' body this kid has," Vinnie muttered.
"Her mouth's as good as... her cunt," Ray squeaked out.
"Bet neither one's as good as her ass," Vinnie retorted.
Rosalie pumped her ass in a rotating motion, spiraling it around Vinnie's thrusting pecker.
She shuddered. She was helping them as best she could, but with the increasing passion shooting through her, her thrusts became ever shorter. Her fingers tightened their hold on Ray's balls, but Ray felt only bliss and no pain.
An overpowering climax began welling up inside her ass. Unable to control herself at all, Rosalie squeezed her rectal channel as tight as she could, coming insanely as the anal crisis overtook her.
Vinnie kept shoving into Rosalie. The man felt as if his throbbing cock had a thermometer inside it, and the mercury had reached the top.
And then Rosalie felt her clutching rectum being scoured as Vinnie finally unleashed his burning, bubbling cream into her. It was as if a burning geyser had been unleashed into her ass. She bounced madly, her lips pulling on Ray's cock until she forced Ray to unload his second blast of sperm. He shot it into her belly.
When it was over, they slowly dressed, then Ray patted her on the head, and the two walked out, leaving her on the bed.
CHAPTER NINE
The following day Rosalie took a cab to the nearby railroad station, and from there, took the train to the city. Once in the city, she went to her friend Sandra's apartment. Sandra worked out of her apartment, and so she was home. She had been working on some magazine photos.
Opening her purse, Rosalie produced her two latest reels of tape and sat back as Sandra watched them on her own videotape monitor. Sandra began rubbing her ample tits when she saw the action between Larry and Wanda, and then afterward watched the way Vinnie and Ray raped Rosalie.
Her tight, striped blouse was barely able to contain her breasts as they swelled forward.
"You've got enough here to ruin every one of those cousins," Sandra pointed out after seeing it all.
"Not quite," Rosalie answered. "I still have Cousin Albert to finish. And that I'll do this coming Sunday."
Sandra was the girl Rosalie had met while in her senior year in high school. Rosalie had only been fourteen at the time, and Sandra had been eighteen. Now, Sandra was twenty, and she was already earning a very successful living as a fashion photographer.
"I'm going to combine this last tape with those first two, so it'll seem the four brothers were all there at the same time," Sandra said.
"That's precisely what I want," Rosalie nodded.
"For a pure, sweet, little virgin, you sure have come one helluva long way in one week," Sandra pointed out.
"I really didn't have much choice," Rosalie pointed out. "My cousins kind of pushed me into it."
"After one of them pushed you into your' mother's womb," Sandra reminded.
"I'll never know which one it is for certain," Rosalie shrugged. "I don't think I really care. They all deserve to have their balls cut off. I hope they all suffer miserably."
"How'd you like to earn a little extra money posing for me while you're here?" Sandra asked.
"I have all the money I'll ever need," Rosalie replied.
"So pose for the fun of it. You have an unusual figure. Your arms and legs are a little thinner than those of my other models. You'd stand out in any nudie magazine."
"I suppose I do owe you something for all this," Rosalie nodded. "You refused to take any money from me. Okay, I'll pose."
"Would you mind posing with a man?"
"Why not?"
Rosalie undressed behind a screen. Sandra stared admiringly, and said, "The tapes don't begin to do you justice, honey. You look so much better in real life. The rosiness of those nipples is something the tapes could never capture."
The door buzzer sounded, and in walked a man of medium height with a stocky build. He had dark hair and was almost handsome.
"Hey you got me a doozy today," he said,' staring at Rosalie.
"Rosalie." Sandra called out, "this is Mitch.
Mitch, hurry it up. I have to get these shots finished by this evening."
"Rosalie, huh!" Mitch said, hurriedly undressing. "That's a nice name."
For the next three hours, Sandra had the two posing for the hard-core magazines, showing Mitch's full erection while displaying all of Rosalie's prominent private parts.
"Now I need two more studies," Sandra announced. "One is for the ultra-hard core mags. . But I don't expect Rosalie will want to do that."
"I'd rather not," Rosalie admitted.
"Why not?" Mitch asked. "We could have a lot of fun."
"Cool it, Mitch," Sandra snapped. "I was expecting another girl over here today to do that posing. Damn! I do need these pictures today, too. Ro, I have the camera all set up. If I showed you how to operate it, would you take the photos?"
"Where will you be?" Rosalie asked.
"I'm going to have to do the posing. After I'm finished, I'll take the last batch of photos for the soft-core mags, showing Mitch's prick all shrunken and limp. By the time I get through with it, that's just what it'll be, so you won't have to worry he' might try to stick it into you as he's been trying since he got here."
"Well, y'can't blame a guy for getting all hot and bothered with a chick like this around," Mitch retorted.
"Just get a load of these," Sandra told him, undoing her blouse.
Mitch stared. His eyes locked onto two perfect breasts. She then removed her skirt, leaving her with nothing but a panty covering her pussy. Mitch continued to stare in wide-eyed wonder.
Sandra called Rosalie over and showed her how to operate the camera. It was on a tripod so it wouldn't shake. And it was aimed at the right spot. All Rosalie had to do was press the cable release, then turn the little handle to the next frame. There were more than forty pictures to be taken. Sandra told Rosalie to just keep snapping away, and she was sure to get some good shots of her dallying with Mitch.
Mitch grabbed Sandra as she approached him, running his hands up and down her sides, then pressing his mouth to hers. She responded by kissing back savagely, making no move to resist as he eased her onto the divan.
As Mitch sat on the end of the divan, Sandra's thighs parted. Her panties were stretched, tightly' across her body now, and the part covering her vagina was becoming darker as moisture seeped from her pussy.
Rosalie had already taken three photos.
Sandra sighed as Mitch lowered his head and kissed her upper thigh. She closed her eyes as if completely forgetting Rosalie's presence. Her body trembled slightly as Mitch's mouth ran up and down her inner thigh, his tongue licking thrillingly at her soft flesh. He kissed his way lower, going down to her ankle, then her arch, then back up her calf. His head moved lower and kissed the roundness of her asscheek, and Rosalie saw Sandra shudder.
"Wow!" Sandra yelped, as he pressed his nose into the crotch of her panties.
When Mitch pulled his face back, Sandra pushed her pussy forward, holding it there. It was as if she were letting him see into her innermost self. She shuddered back and forth as his nose pressed back into her panty crotch.
Shuddering, she murmured, "You really know how to make a girl feel good, Mitch... oooooh!"
He kissed the top of her thigh while inserting two fingers into her soft oil well. His fingertips found the orifice and he plunged them in up to the first knuckle, feeling the tender yielding of her' vaginal membranes.
He slowly began peeling the panties down. The panties slid down and he helped raise her hips while he continued pulling them off. Then his mouth moved forward, his tongue extended, and he literally plugged her dripping hole with it, driving it as far up into her as he could.
Rosalie continued taking pictures. Just watching the way Mitch lapped at Sandra's pussy got her all burning and bothered. The man was good. He lapped like a thirsty dog.
"Uuuurrkkk!" Sandra squealed, feeling his mouth cover her pussy-crack.
Sandra felt his tongue stab out, licking, teasing, pushing into the depths of her fiery snatch. Her loins moved into a shuddering circular motion. Her hips lunged up and her ass trembled as her pussy moved forward.
"Oh Christ!" Sandra screamed to Rosalie. "The man eats like a gourmet."
Rosalie had to admit he was doing a good job of it. Mitch ate like a starving man. He ate it continuously, without letup, licking her sopping pussylips, making Sandra squirm endlessly. He formed a scoop of his tongue and shoveled it into the woman's cunt. Then he pressed his tongue hard against her shuddering clitoris and massaged it with' heavy pressure. He brought her right to the edge, and then stopped.
' "Let the kid get some shots of your ass, too," he laughed. "Magazines dig the tongue in the asshole."
Sandra rotated and lay on the divan on her belly, sighing as Mitch kissed and licked her hip. Then he bit her ass. His tongue moved to the bottom of her spine, where it met the crevice between her asscheeks. He kissed the spot, pushing his tongue between her buttocks and wiggling it around. His lips sucked the flesh back there.
Sandra was going insane with passion. Her fingers were digging into the divan.
Mitch's tongue flicked lower, and Sandra's ass twitched. Mitch beneath her pelvis, forced her to raise her ass, causing the cheeks to open even wider. Then his tongue lapped madly at her asshole while fingers rubbed between her pussylips.
His lancing tongue caused her to shiver, madly. And the sight of it all made Rosalie want to sink her fingers into her own pussy and masturbate.
She flipped over again, lying on her back. Mitch's mouth returned to her sopping twat and settled down to some dedicated cuntlapping. He was so good at it, Sandra's climax, already only heartbeats away, began crawling through her... very, very slowly. She bucked madly, opening her' thighs just enough for the camera to see her wide-open pussy squirting lubricant into his face as she shuddered to the peak of her orgasm.
Mitch opened his mouth to catch the flow of her tasty salve as it flowed into his mouth. Then he lapped strongly into her swamped cunt, drinking it all out as she madly humped her ass up and down.
Sandra sighed and gripped his hair tightly. She floated slowly down from the peak of her orgasm. Then, she abruptly rolled off the divan, motioned for Mitch to lie on it.
Mitch's cock, which had been hard all the time he'd been licking her cunt, had softened somewhat. Sandra lowered her head giving the camera an unobstructed view of her face and his groin. She gripped the limp wang. Her hot breath came pouring out all over it. Her lips were less than a half inch away, teasing the glans.
Taking the soft cock between her lips, she licked the head a few times, then slowly sucked the full length of it in. She began slurping loudly.
Rosalie watched, noting how the fleshy lance began to fill out, thicken and swell. As Sandra's mouth rode to the top of Mitch's maypole, Rosalie took a photo, showing her friend's lips tightly locked around it. The cock grew and grew and grew. Then Sandra pulled her lips back, letting the' knob "pop" out of her mouth. Immediately, clear drops of crystal liquid formed at the tip of his prong. The girl, with her swiping tongue, wiped them away, one by one.
Sandra's tongue lapped at the underside of the heavy glans, then her lips wrapped around the corona as she sucked the red knob. Then her lips swooped down, pulled in the entire phallic wand, licked strongly, and moved right back up again.
Sandra dipped her head and licked at the balls. Rosalie got a picture of her pink tongue licking at the hairy scrotum. She got another picture of Sandra sucking one of the balls. Her mouth worked carefully and gently, knowing how sensitive his huge balls were.
Rosalie saw Mitch's hand caressing the nape of Sandra's neck, shuddering, and Rosalie knew it was taking all his willpower not to shove her face down. His thighs were tight as Sandra brought her tongue to the tip of his throbbing cock and licked into the tiny hole. Her tongue lapped all around the head, tickled the underside, then lapped its way to the base.
Sandra's mouth went swooping back down on his penis, swallowing the full length of it, making' loud sucking noises. He writhed and squirmed, then gurgled.
Rosalie could see the way Sandra's lips gripped Mitch's shuddering prong. She wondered if Sandra was going to swallow his come.
Mitch's body tensed and he screamed, " Ay aarrrghhhhh! " Rosalie saw Sandra's mouth suddenly rise to the top of Mitch's phallus and come off, but her mouth remained wide open. Mitch was suddenly shooting jets of white sperm into her mouth and face. Rosalie got three snapshots of the thick, white glue covering Sandra's nose and mouth.
Then Sandra's mouth went back down and swallowed the cock: again, and it didn't come up until the penis had wilted.
"Is that it?" Rosalie asked.
"No," Sandra replied. "He'll stiffen for at least one more climax. And this time I want photos of the penis in my cunt."
"Do you often pose for your own shots?" Rosalie asked.
"Only when I run out of female models," Sandra replied. "That isn't too often."
They waited as Mitch rested. He smoked a couple of cigarettes and drank a cup of coffee.
"Okay, Mitch-baby. One more time, and that'll' be it for today."
She lay on her back with her legs wide open, and Mitch began rubbing his soft penis against her slavering labia. It began hardening, and when it was at full mast, he slowly began stuffing it into Sandra's eager hole.
Rosalie got shots of the penis just prior to entry; when just the tip had pushed in; when it was halfway in; and when Mitch's heavy balls were riding up right against Sandra's juicing crack.
She got a half dozen different shots of the cock pumping in and out of Sandra's tight pussy. Sandra moved around on the divan so Rosalie could shoot it from different angles. At one point, Sandra had one heel propped up on the back of the divan and the other foot on the floor so the camera could get a good shot of the penetration. The heavily-greased prick slid back and forth in the tight channel. Sandra sighed, and the look of ecstasy on her face was something the camera had to capture, so Rosalie snapped another photo. She felt all aflame as Mitch drove his solid tool in and out, pounding solidly into her. Sandra was clutching his body, gripping his ass.
Then Rosalie saw Sandra's finger poke into Mitch's asshole, and she got a shot of the finger sliding it. It made Mitch speed up his thrusts.
Sandra was tightening up now, her muscles tensing as she slammed her sweet pussy up to meet the hard thrusts of his plunging cock. She was coming madly. She twisted and turned. He continued punching his cock into her. And then she was over the crest of it. She felt weak and out of control, and wanted to stop it, and still he continued pounding his meat into her. He thrust again and again, completely out of control.
"I'm gonna come again," he warned, thrusting madly. And then, as he screamed, Sandra pulled back, letting him shoot his come outside her pussy, against her steaming lips, allowing Rosalie to photograph that.
CHAPTER TEN
Rosalie went home all hot and bothered that night.
It was because of this unexpected heat that her last bit of vengeance against the Traveler family took place without any videotape camera as a witness.
Having just gotten off the train, she was about to call a cab when a Mustang stopped in front of her and Cousin Albert poked his head out the window.
He could see she was hot, and it made him hot.
"Hi," he greeted. "Whatcha doin', coming off the train at this hour?"
"I was visiting someone," she told him.
"C'mon, I'll drive you home."
She let him drive her to her apartment house. He insisted on seeing her to the door. When she tried shooing him out the door, he merely smiled and shut the door without leaving. The idea of letting him touch her nauseated her and she tried backing away.
"I fucked your mother," he told her. "I fucked her cunt and I fucked her mouth. All my brothers fucked your mother. We all shared her .that night. She was the greatest fuck I've ever known. My wife is shit compared to the way your mother fucked. Well your mother may not be around anymore, but you're here, and I'm gonna fuck you. I'm gonna fuck your cunt and I'm gonna fuck your mouth. And you're gonna let me, because if you don't I'll cut your throat and walk outta here, and no one'll ever know I was here." He pulled out a pocketknife and opened the blade, flashing it in front of her. He backed her into the bedroom.
With his knife he forced Rosalie to undress, fingering her nipples and waving the knife as if he' intended slicing the nipples off if she argued with him. He undressed. When she noticed his miniature hard-on waggling in front of him, it took all her willpower not to laugh. One laugh, and he might use that knife.
Albert forced her to lie down, then used her skirt to tie one hand to the side of the bed, and used her blouse to tie the other hand.
"Albert... " she whispered, feeling terribly afraid and helpless. "Untie my hands. Please, Albert, I'll do whatever you say, but untie my hands, first."
"The hell I will," he said, smiling down into her face as he took his glasses off.
"Albert!" she screamed.
He jammed his hand over her mouth. Then he bent down, took her panties and stuffed it into her mouth. Looking at Rosalie, his mind had become totally unhinged. She was Wendy all over again, and tonight she was all his.
Now he hovered over her like some mad ghoul. Her large, swollen tits excited him. He reach down and rubbed them. His fingers squeezed them tightly, as if he were trying to pull them from her body. He rubbed the nipples. They were large, distended and swollen from his manhandling.
"Great knobs," he muttered. "Great tits. I gotta' fuck your tits, too."
He climbed onto the bed, his tiny cock ramrod stiff, and sat on her belly. He pushed his rigid tool between her heaving boobs, feeling the warmth of her flesh against the heat of his prong.
Rosalie stared at him with frightened eyes. She lay stock still, too terrified to make a move lest she displease him. She prayed he would finish what he came to do, then leave her alone.
He pressed his palms into her tits, forcing them flat, watching as the white flesh seemed to splay out in all directions at once. He jammed her tits together, forming a pathway for his tiny cock. He shoved them so tightly against one another, he could feel them squeezing his little prick. He began sliding his ass back and forth on her body, pushing his pecker through her tits... in and out, in and out. As he rammed forward, the red knob of his cock poked at her chin.
Rosalie became more and more terrified.
She felt his cock rubbing continually against her tits, feeling the heat of it. It was a tiny thing, yet it hurt. Oil was oozing from its tip, dripping along her tits and the valley between them. He began rubbing through the crevice that much faster.
Albert stared down at her, knowing she was his to play with. He could do anything he wanted with' her. God! But she excited him.
Her mouth! He had to fuck that mouth.
Reaching down, he pulled out the panties that had been half-choking her.
"Albert... don't hurt me," her dry voice gasped.
"You're going to make me feel good," he whispered. His ass now rested on the cushions of her tits.
His cock was hanging just above her face, with his balls tucked under her chin against her throat. Reaching down, he pulled her head up so he could feel her soft lips against his heated flesh.
"Suck on it!" he insisted.
He twisted his fingers in her hair a bit, making her cry out. As she opened her lips to yelp, he slammed his tiny, hot hard penis into her mouth. He twisted her hair a little more, forcing her to open her mouth wider. He could feel his cock pressing against her slithery tongue, and it sent electric thrills shooting through his body. Yes, this girl had a nice mouth, all right. It was just as he remembered her mother's.
He used his thumb and fingers to press her cheeks in, making them rub against his prick as he pushed it into her mouth.
"C'mon," he ordered. "Start sucking!"
Rosalie compressed her lips around the hard, hot little spike. Her wet mouth sucked strongly, and - her tongue pressured his phallus. It made him tighten his hold on her. He shuddered. Her mother had gagged and spit out his jism. This one would swallow it all. Teenage bitch!
He tightened his assmuscles, ramming his cock in and out, watching the way her mouth clutched his cock moistly.
Rosalie closed her eyes, trying to take her mind off the fact that it was Albert's cock in her mouth.
"Suck! Suck! Suck!" he screamed.
Rosalie could feel the skinny little prong suddenly swell and distend. He rammed the cock as far into her mouth as he could and kept it locked in there, pulling her head toward his pelvis. The cock grew thicker against her tongue, expanding all the more. Rosalie could feel a million different crazy sensations prickling the staff locked between her lips, all but cutting off her air supply as his pelvis pressed into her nose.
Suddenly there was a mad explosion as the blasts came shooting out and down her throat in continuous streams. Shot after shot poured white hot liquid into her mouth as his hands held her face tightly in place, holding her jaws tightly shut, making sure she would swallow everything.
Gasping, puffing, he fell off her. Getting to his feet, he looked down at her. "You really got even, didn't you. You really did it."
"What are you talking about?" Rosalie asked.
"Dumb cunt," he muttered, untying her hand.
She untied her other hand as he slipped his undershirt on.
"Help me," he gasped.
"How?"
"Put my clothes on me. I don't wanna be found here."
"What are you talking about?" she asked, helping him dress.
"Weak heart," he said. "I gotta weak heart. Doctor told me to forget about broads. How d'you forget about broads when they ignore you all their lives? I fucked your mother. She died. Now you've taken my wad down your throat, and it's gonna kill me. Oh shit!!!"
He staggered away as Rosalie started dressing. He crawled to her front door. By the time she was decently dressed, he was out the door and halfway down the steps. She followed him. He staggered out into the street, got into his car, started it up, and started driving away.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Rosalie didn't need to see Albert die to know he was gone. Perhaps it was just as well. Her revenge against her cousins would now be complete. There was only one other thing remaining to be done. And she did it the following morning, very early.
She found Ken Kestor's address in the local phone directory. Going to his house, she saw he was more than delighted to let her in.
"Ken," she explained, "I think you should hear something before you decide on any permanent- relationship with me."
- She then told him how her cousins had raped her. She had the visual proof, and intended using it in court to have them sent to prison for the next fifteen years or so. By the time they came out they'd be too old to ever rape anyone again.
Ken listened, horrified that her cousins had treated her so poorly. He swore he would stand by her no matter what.
"Are you sure you want me, knowing all five of my cousins have used me?" she asked.
"Hell, I'd want you if the whole goddamn world had raped you," he explained.
"All this is going to take time," she told him. "My cousins are going to swear I seduced them, and they'll try to claim its the word of the four of them against me. I studied television courses after school and learned how to use a TV camera. Then I went out and bought a video tape recorder and set it up to record everything that goes on in my apartment."
"Everything?" Ken asked.
"Well, almost everything. What went on between you and me was never put on tape. Anyway, all of them came to my house the other night and raped me. Albert is dead. He had a heart attack from it. But I have photos of the others all doing things to' me, and I intend using them in court."
"Okay," he nodded. "I'll be able to back you up as to why you went to see them in the first place. I know about that little bit of land you wanted to make certain belonged to you. It'll mean our having to wait until after they're convicted before we get married. Husbands can't testify for or against wives."
"All it means is, we won't have anyone say any words over us for a while. We can still live together... if you want."
"I want," he assured her. "I really want. Why not get all your things out of that apartment and move in here today. We can discuss this at greater length when I get back from work, this evening."
"I'll have supper ready and waiting."
"The heck with supper. You know what to have ready and waiting. Make sure it's hot and ready to go."
