Teenage Prisoner
by Rod Strong 


CHAPTER ONE 

It really wasn't important now. Zeroing in at what caused the heated, sudden 
alteration now recurring dramatically in her attitude as well as her 
physical self was something almost impossible, much less difficult for Jo 
Ann to assess. The only important thing was, she had indeed changed. 

Until only a few days ago, she had been a happy teenager, not too far out of 
puberty. Then Andrew had come along, and her entire world had been changed. 
The only question in her mind was, had the change been for the better or the 
worse. She was intelligent enough to know the change was something that 
would have inevitably taken place, anyway. But would it have affected her so 
strongly had she waited a few years? But by the same token, would she have 
reacted to it as stimulatingly had it initially taken place in the future as 
she had reacted that first time? At the moment she was sitting at the little 
desk in her tiny room, still wondering, to a certain extent how it had all 
come about. 

She had been Jo Ann Warner, something that would change radically when she 
was old enough to marry. She had lived with her parents in a nice little 
house on a nice little street in a nice little suburb that might be 
described as Everytown, U.S.A. 

Jo Ann had never given much thought to the process of growing up. She was 
doing that quite nicely, and it never occurred to her that it was something 
about which she had to think. When she'd had her first menstrual period, her 
mother had calmly explained it was something every girl and woman underwent, 
usually once a month, in most cases for five days, in some cases for more, 
in other cases for less. She had taken the time to explain to Jo Ann about 
the birds and the bees, and precisely how it was that babies were made, and 
that in spite of some initial discomfort the first time she would be with 
her husband and her mother had stressed she was only to do this wonderful 
thing with the man she married after that, if her husband was understanding 
and gentle about everything, she would learn to love and enjoy it so that 
procreation wouldn't be the only reason why they would become involved with 
one another. 

Well Andrew was going to become her husband. Jo Ann would see to that. No, 
she wasn't physically strong enough to control him, nor was she capable of 
getting together an army of muscle men to convince Andrew to "do right" by 
her. On the contrary, Jo Ann knew, by this time, that in spite of his horrid 
treatment of her before, Andrew was no more able to live without her than 
she was able to live without him. This despite the fact that he had 
supervised a final gang-rape of her body in the hope of getting her out of 
his system once and for all. Who would have dreamed something like this 
would have taken place when her parents had sent her to her Aunt Celia's 
house for the summer? They had wanted to go on a European trip, and Aunt 
Celia had volunteered to watch over the young teenager. 

 CHAPTER TWO 

Celia Cole was the widow of Jo Ann's mother's deceased brother. She wasn't a 
direct blood relation, but to Jo Ann she had always been Aunt Celia, even 
after her uncle had died. 

Celia lived with her son, Andrew, in what had once been a summer resort 
town. But because life in this little suburb was less expensive and more 
pleasant than it was in either the city or in those suburbs closer to the 
city, people began converting summer bungalows into year-round homes, 
building second out walls, filling the spaces between then with insulation. 
Almost everyone had erected a wind charger to generate electricity, and 
there was a small electric plant as well, as a back-up system when the wind 
wasn't blowing. Most of the time the wind generated so much electricity, 
that the residents of the town were able to sell back excess power to the 
electric company and more than make up for whatever they had to pay said 
company on those days when the wind didn't blow. Heat, light, just about 
everything in these homes ran on electricity. 

Jo Ann was elated coming to live with Aunt Celia for two months. She had 
always loved this country kind of atmosphere. There were even farms and 
ranches out here, and Main Street was something out of a movie that depicted 
scenes of a hundred years ago. 

But less than a week after Jo Ann had arrived at her aunt's home, Aunt Celia 
had been called away because her mother was suddenly taken very ill. Andrew 
had been Celia's son by a previous marriage, and he had never forgiven his 
mother for marrying a second time. Not that he had disliked his stepfather. 
The man had treated him fairly, justly, even giving him a car when he had 
been a teenager, and had brought Andrew into his business. Andrew's own 
father had been the kind of man who had never been able to hold onto any 
kind of job for any length of time. He had deserted Celia when Andrew had 
been seven, and the boy had blamed himself and his mother for his father's 
departure, never once understanding that neither of them were at fault. He 
had felt that if his mother waited long enough, his father would have come 
back. 

But his mother hadn't waited. She had married another man, and Andrew had 
never forgiven her for this. Though the man treated him like a son, played 
ball with him, showed an interest in his school work, helped him through 
college, and then brought him into his own business, where Andrew had done 
well, subconsciously Andrew hated the man. As a result, he hated the man's 
relatives. Since Jo Ann's mother was the man's sister, Andrew hated her, and 
now he was certain he hated Jo Ann. What he wanted was to be able to wreak 
some kind of vengeance on the Coles. Perhaps what aggravated Andrew most of 
all was that his stepfather had adopted him and changed his last name to 
Cole, as well. Andrew felt as if he had lost his own identity. 

When Celia announced that she had to hurry to her own mother's bedside, and 
than she would be gone for a short while, she left Jo Ann in Andrew's care. 
Andrew was already in his early twenties, and so far as Celia was concerned, 
he was a responsible man. She was certain he would watch over Jo Ann and 
make sure the girl didn't get into any mischief. Not that there was that 
much mischief for the lovely blonde girl to become involved in. She was 
still too young to be rally dating, and besides, there weren't any teenage 
boys around for the summer. They had all gone to camp. 

But once Celia had gone, Andrew knew his chance to wreak vengeance on the 
Coles had come, even if Jo Ann's last name was Warner. She was a Cole on her 
mother's side. 

 CHAPTER THREE 

Jo Ann remembered only too well that first day. Though she'd had fights with 
boys who had pulled her hair at home, and she had also had disagreements 
with other girls, she had never hated anyone. But Jo Ann had quickly learned 
to hate Andrew Cole. Even if she had know why he had done to her what he had 
done, she would have hated him. As it was, she had thought he'd done it out 
of sheer maliciousness. 

It was early Sunday morning, and Jo Ann, knowing her aunt had never been a 
religious woman, was grateful for the opportunity not to have to go to 
church. She stayed in bed a long time before remembering her aunt had left 
the previous evening. She and Andrew were alone in the house. Well, it 
didn't bother her that much. Andrew had studiously avoided her, and that 
suited her fine. She didn't much care for him and his sour face, even though 
he was handsome. He supported her aunt, now. He had a wholesale jewelry 
business somewhere in the city, having taken it over when Aunt Celia's 
husband had died, and he was running it quite well. 

Getting out of bed, Jo Ann, wearing short pink pajamas, walked through the 
small hall to the bathroom. Once inside, she took care of all her needs, 
including a long, luxurious shower. She had put on a shower cap to keep her 
long, blonde hair from getting wet. When she stepped out and dried herself 
off, she removed the cap. She had to admit, looking at herself in the full 
length mirror on the bathroom door, that she was beginning to round out. The 
steam was rapidly fading from the mirror, letting her see her own 
reflection. What she saw was a heart-shaped face with golden bangs on her 
forehead and long, flowing honey-golden hair streaming down her back. Her 
large blue eyes were like two twinkling blue sapphires, and her nose was 
short and slightly upturned. She had a pert little saucy mouth, and it never 
occurred to her that some of the boys in her school were already wishing to 
kiss those lovely lips. Her neck was long and graceful, and she noticed her 
breasts were really starting to grow larger. They weren't anywhere near 
their full size, but they were slightly more than mere rounded bumps. Her 
pink nipples were surrounded by equally pink rosettes, making her white skin 
look that much paler. 

Though Jo Ann was a young girl, she had never had baby fat. Her waist was 
naturally slender, though not quite as pinched-in as it would be in the near 
future. Her slender hips were still boyish, and no hair had started growing 
on her pubic mount. 

She ran a comb through her hair, then brushed her teeth, remaining naked the 
entire time. She loved the feeling of moving about without clothes on, and 
had Andrew not been in the house, she would have walked through the entire 
house with nothing on. 

She was taken by surprise when the bathroom door suddenly slammed open, and 
Andrew, wearing jeans and a white shirt, was standing in the doorway. 
Apparently he had gotten up earlier and had gone shopping. 

Jo Ann was shocked to see him, and tried her best to cover her nakedness 
with her hands. 

"Andrew!" she gasped. "You turn around and stop looking at me!" 

"What's the matter, cuz," he taunted. "Never had a man stare at your naked 
body before?" 

"No, of course not," she gasped. "Now you just stop this." 

"The hell I will," he snorted. "Oh well, I suppose the smart thing is for me 
to give you something with which to cover yourself." Taking off his shirt, 
he held it out to her, saying "Here!" 

Jo Ann stared at him, looking at his dark-brown, wavy hair, his tanned body 
as well as his tanned face. He had blazing almond-colored eyes, a short, 
straight nose, and thin lips above a rugged chin. All in all he was 
extremely handsome. His shoulders were large, and he had muscular, pectorals 
as well as large biceps. 

Jo Ann had heard rumors about her cousin. He was part of the gossip in this 
small town. Every female, married or otherwise, who walked past him, smiled 
at him, and Jo Ann began wondering if it was true that he had done something 
with every female in this small town. Just what that "something" was, she 
wasn't quite certain, though she assumed it had to do with the 
birds-and-bees lecture her mother had given her. 

"Here!" he said again. "Put this on...." 

Jo Ann reached for the shirt with one hand, using the other to cover her 
breasts. As her hand reached out, he grabbed her wrist, letting the shirt 
fall to the floor. He pulled her, and suddenly she was being pressed against 
him, and his smooth, muscular chest felt like a solid wall against the soft 
roundness of her breasts. His mouth clamped down on hers, giving her, her 
first kiss. It was a searing, burning kiss that smashed her lips against her 
own teeth. 

"No ... mmmmphhhhh ... let me go ... uuummm-mmphhhh ... stop...." she 
gasped, trying to pull her lips from his. 

"Let you go?" he laughed. "You have to be kidding," he said, holding her at 
arm's length. "I've been waiting for this for years. I knew that one day I 
would have an opportunity to revenge myself on the Coles. But when mother 
left yesterday, leaving you in my care for at least the next two weeks, I 
realized my chance had come." 

"What are your talking about?" she gasped. 

"For the next two weeks you're my slave, Jo Ann. You're my whore, my fuck 
mate! By the time I'm through with you, you'll know every goddamn sex trick 
in the book." 

"I'll scream!" she insisted. 

"Go on!" he laughed. "Scream your fool head off! The house is insulated, the 
windows are triple-thick, and no one is going to hear you. All the doors 
leading to the outside are locked, as are the windows, and the thick glass 
is all but impossible to crack, much less actually break. Even if I let go 
of you, where would you run? I took the precaution of fixing all the locks 
on all the doors inside so that none of them work. That's how I was able to 
open the bathroom door. You can't hide from me, Jo Ann. You can't run from 
me. There's only one thing you can do," he snarled, "and that's precisely 
everything I want you to do." 

"You let me go...." 

His lips smothered her outcry as he pulled her against him and walked toward 
the nearest room, which was a guest room. It had a sofa-bed, but at the 
moment the sofa was closed. Jo Ann shuddered because she felt the stiff 
poker beneath his pants as he continued purposefully grinding his groin 
against the nakedness of her seething cunt. He was strong, much too strong 
for her, and she realized she was in the middle of a horrible nightmare from 
which there was no waking up. His tongue plundered her girlish mouth, and 
she, not understanding what he was doing, thinking he was trying to 
humiliate her even more, bit down on the stabbing instrument, making him 
snap it back into his own mouth. 

"Owwwww!" he bellowed. "You goddamn bitch! The one thing you have to learn 
is obedience." 

He slapped her face, hard. Jo Ann had never been hit before. The surprise of 
the slap was as overwhelming as the stinging pain. Stars twinkled in a black 
sky inside her mind for a moment. She whimpered in pain, staggering back and 
away from Andrew, and as a result the backs of her calves hit the sofa. 

"You stinking little bitch, who the hell d'you think you're biting?" he 
snapped at her. He brought back a fist as if to punch her, and Jo Ann held 
her hands up as if to ward off the blow as she cringed. He opened his hand 
and gripped her two wrists in one paw, pulling her arms back over her head 
as he said, "You wanna lose those lovely teeth, you dumb cunt?" 

"Wha ... oh no!" she cried. "Don't hit me again!" 

"You behave and do as you're told, and I'll let you keep yourself intact ... 
well, most of you'll stay intact. There's one little bit of tissue we're 
gonna take away from you. But in a little while," he told her. "For now, 
we're gonna play games. It's like Simon Says, only this time it'll be Andrew 
says. When I give an order, you do it, got me?" 

"Wh-what are you going to do to me?" Jo Ann asked. 

"Your ma ever tell you why men and women are built differently?" he asked. 
"I mean, a kid your age can't be totally stupid." 

"Mom explained about sex to me," she nodded. 

"Well now, see, you know all about what we're goin-na do." 

"But mom says I should only do it with my husband," she insisted. 

"So," he smirked, "for the next two weeks, you and I are gonna play house. 
I'm gonna be the husband, and you're gonna be the wife. Then we go back to 
being ourselves in two weeks, without you saying anything to my folks or 
yours." 

"You're crazy?" Jo Ann gasped. "I won't do anything like that with you. I 
don't even like you." 

"It's not a question of whether you like me or not. If you wanna keep those 
teeth and you wanna keep from having the shit kicked outta you, you'll do 
it." 

"Why are you doing this to me?" she gasped. 

"That's for me to know and you to find out," he snapped. "Right now, 
question and answer time is over. I'm telling you, you'll do as I say, 
'cause if you don't, I start punching." 

"A-all right," she nodded, terrified beyond words. 

"Pull down my zipper and open my pants," he ordered. "Let's see how you look 
when you stare at the first erect male cock that's gonna shovel its way into 
you." 

His fingers were digging into her shoulder, making her sit on the sofa. Then 
he released her, satisfied she wasn't going to fight with him. He had 
conquered her. Jo Ann's hands dropped to her knees as he moved closer to 
her, pressing his own knees against hers, trapping her in the sitting 
position on the sofa. 

"Unzip my fly, you dumb cunt!" he snapped. 

Frightened out of her wits, the tears running down her lovely cheeks, she 
found her hands lifting, one of them moving to his belt. She found it 
awkward working the leather strap as she tugged through the buckle, having 
to yank hard to make the metal tongue come out of the hole. His flat stomach 
was as lean and as hard as a board, and she already saw the elastic tops of 
his jockey briefs, underneath. She shuddered, visibly. 

Jo Ann gripped the little hook at the top of the pants, holding it around 
his waist, and she managed to tug it open. Then she gulped, her fingers 
touching his zipper tab. Any possible thought of escape left her mind. Her 
cousin knew this house a lot better than she, and if he told her he had 
locked every exit, there was no way in the world she would be able to get 
out. 

Whimpering, she worked the zipper down slowly, the man's trousers peeling 
apart, revealing more of his white undershorts. Andrew smilingly reached 
down and gripped her shoulders for leverage as he kicked off his shoes. 

"Okay," he told her. "Tug the pants down." 

Jo Ann clamped her knees tightly together as she pulled his pants down to 
his ankles. He lifted a foot while still holding her shoulders, and she 
pulled the pants off that foot. Then he lifted the other foot. Where she was 
sitting, Jo Ann was more and more conscious of the wet spot that swelled 
beneath his white undershorts. A slight gap in the fly opening let her see 
dark curls. 

"Okay, baby, since it's our wedding day, open up your wedding present. It's 
all yours, honey!" 

His hands were on his hips, knuckling them as she lifted her fingers to his 
elastic waistband and reluctantly began to pull them down. More of his flat, 
harless stomach came into view, the long penis being forced downward as it 
followed the pull of the fabric. Now his thick pubic patch was in full view, 
a nest of dark brown curls that seemed thicker than jungle undergrowth. The 
curling strands looked long enough to comb, and the silly thought flitted 
through Jo Ann's mind. 

"Come on, come on, even though we have two weeks, I don't want you taking 
that long to undress me," Andrew insisted. 

Jo Ann tugged harder on the waistband of his shorts, and for a moment his 
hard cock was tugged downward even more between his thighs. Then, as the 
elastic band cleared the head, it snapped back up as if spring-loaded, and 
smacked against his flat belly before coming to rest at a forty-five degree 
angle, pointing directly at her lovely face. Her eyes locked on it, on the 
immensity of it as her hands continued pulling his shorts down and off his 
ankles. 

God! It was a fascinating cock! She was unable to take her eyes from it as 
she tossed his undershorts off to the side. Now, except for his socks and 
his watch, the man was totally naked. But that penis of his had her totally 
stunned beyond belief. 

"Take a good look at it," he told her. "This is as much your lord and master 
as I am, and I'm telling you right now, there isn't a cock in town that'll 
match this one." 

She shivered as she stared at the swollen cock, watching the way it 
seemingly glowed with a shine of its own as fevered blood pounded madly 
through it. The penis had a definite upward bend, almost a curve, with a 
rich tan shank and a head of pinkish-purple. The head seemed to continually 
expand and contract. 

Jo Ann felt a quivering in her belly. She was horrified looking at what she 
thought of as an evil instrument. 

"It's grow-up time," Andrew told her. "This is what women love and adore. In 
time, you'll learn to love it, too. We'll begin slowly. Just grip it in that 
hot little hand of yours." 

Afraid of it, yet more afraid not to do as her cousin ordered, quivering 
with a strange sensation in the pit of her stomach, the lovely little blonde 
girl reached out and touched the throbbing penis. Oh, God! It was hot! She 
had never expected it to feel so hot. She wondered how it was possible for 
any human being to have so much heat inside, and then she wondered if the 
man was running a fever. Maybe he was sick, and this would explain his 
despicable behavior. 

Her hand slid up and down the length of it, feeling it, touching all parts 
of it. She noted the mottled head was a different kind of flesh than the 
shank. In the head was a little slit, looking like a vertical eye, and every 
now and again that eye shed "a tear." The droplet would cling to the penis 
as it ran down the underside, and as her hand ran over it, she felt the 
ointment, smooth, but stickily lubricious, rub itself back into his flesh. 

Minutes passed, and she became bolder in her handling of it as the man stood 
all but motionless in front of her. A light, musky scent came from his 
loins, but it was an arousing aroma, and Jo Ann didn't know why, but funny 
little things were starting to take place inside her. Handling this penis 
was making her shudder with juices of her own as she suddenly felt wet 
seepage between her own thighs. Her mother had explained that she had 
membranes within herself that were lubricated, emitting oils. She was not to 
confuse it with the water that streamed from her when she voided. 

"Very good, cousin," Andrew congratulated. "You make a very nice obedient 
slave. You handle my cock as gently as if it were a newborn babe. Yes, yes 
indeed. I like that. Well now, I'll tell you ahead of time, it's already 
been christened Peter. But Peter had not yet been baptized. You are going to 
perform the baptismal ceremony." 

"Wh-what are you talking about?" Jo Ann asked. 

"I'm talking about you baptizing my cock by wetting it down with your lovely 
saliva," he told her. 

"Y-you want me to spit on it?" she asked. 

"Nothing so crude," he laughed. "Honey, I want you to put it in your mouth 
and suck it." 

"What??? " 

"You heard me," he laughed, "put my cock in your mouth and suck it, then 
keep on doing it until I tell you otherwise. You know, if you suck long 
enough and hard enough, you'll make it spurt out its own fountain of holy 
water." 

"No!" she gasped. 'That's disgusting! I'll never do something like that 
never!" 

"But you should never say never," he reminded her, making a fist before her 
face to let her know the damage he'd be able to do to her if she disobeyed 
him. 

"Please...." she whimpered. "Oh please ... don't make me do this." 

"Women do it all the time, honey," he replied. "What's more, if you behave, 
and you're a good little girl, maybe, just maybe, the time'll come when I'll 
reciprocate and kiss that hot little pussy of yours, and you'll really go 
ape. Now come on and stop acting like an asshole. You think because you're 
so damn young that you're different from other women? Honey, you're the 
same. You have tits, you have a cunt, you have an asshole, and you have a 
mouth. I'm going to use all of them one way or another. So let's stop Mickey 
Mousing around and you open that little mouth of yours and start sucking." 

Jo Ann was shivering. Her body vibrated beyond control, because she knew she 
was going to do this disgusting thing. The only reason why she would do it 
was, if she refused, he would beat her until she agreed. Then she would be 
doing it anyway, but with a lot of bruises. No! She made up her mind that 
she had to avoid being hit. 

Holding the penis gingerly between her fingertips she tugged it toward her, 
pulling it down until she was able to stare straight into its cyclopean 
sightless eye. It seemed almost big enough to take the tip of her little 
finger, and without realizing what she was doing, Jo Ann moved her hand to 
test it. The tip of her pinky pressed gently against the yielding opening, 
and large droplets of oil seeped out and covered the end of her finger. 

"Hey!" he all but yelled at her. "What the hell do you think you're doing! 
Damn it, girl! Baptize the head of it with your mouth, don't play with it!" 

Her throat was dry and rasping, and Jo Ann had to swallow a number of times 
to make herself feel some saliva. Quaking, filled with dread and nausea, she 
moved her face slowly forward. Her lips were close enough to feel the heat 
emitted by the throbbing cock as her fingers felt the pulsations in it. The 
head looked a richer, deeper purple now than when she had first taken it out 
of his pants. Blood was rushing more and more rapidly to it. 

Her fingers gripped the shaft of the cock just beneath the coronal rim, 
making the head swell even larger before her eyes. She thought that if she 
kept her hand there, she wouldn't have to suck on too much of it. Maybe he'd 
be content for her to lick the tip a little. She was more conscious than 
ever of the throbbing inside the penis. 

"No more games!" Andrew roared. "Suck!" 

His hands reached down and ripped her lovely honey-blonde head. He pushed, 
forcing her mouth against the tip of his penis. It slammed against her lips, 
then skidded up to her nose, the masculine odor of him becoming more strong, 
titillating something in the depths of her belly. For some reason she was 
unable to understand, she felt something stir within her, something that had 
never moved prior to today. 

But the fear of doing what he wanted was still great in her, and Jo Ann 
tried twisting her head away, gripping the penis tightly now, using her 
second hand to grip the base as she did her best to resist taking it into 
her mouth. The purple tip skidded across her cheek, leaving a trail of 
lubricant, and then he was gripping her hair, twisting it in his fingers, 
forcing her head slowly back until his phallic point was pressing against 
her lips again. 

"Open those lovely little pearly white teeth or honey, I promise you, your 
next teeth will be like the stars and come out at night," he warned. 

Jo Ann knew her cousin was serious. Terrified as she was, she gulped, then 
slowly allowed her lips to part. Ucccch! Her mouth was open just enough to 
allow him to fit the tip of his penis inside, and he pushed, feeling her 
tongue press against the point as if trying to prevent it from entering. But 
the wet lingual digit washing over the sensitive sponginess set off static 
inside him, and he sighed at the sensation of tingling wetness. Her tongue 
pressed harder, but he also pushed harder, and his cock slid between her 
tongue and palate, halfway into her mouth as his fingers dug a little more 
deeply into her scalp. 

"Oh yes, yes, yes, take my cock, you beautiful girl! Take it and suck for 
all you're worth." 

Jo Ann swallowed only to realize that in doing so, she had pulled more of 
the thick organ into her mouth, the head rubbing against her gullet opening. 
Her hand grabbed the bottom of the penis, surrounding it, and she was 
astonished to realize there was still enough of his cock not inside her 
mouth for her entire fist to encompass. Her other hand had to grab something 
for balance, and it closed around his scrotum with just enough pressure to 
send fire blistering madly through his shuddering body. 

At first, she wanted to heave! This seemed like the single most degrading 
thing in the entire world. But as her lips pursed and sucked, and the meaty 
flavor of the penis, mingled with the salty oil it was oozing permeated her 
brain, she realized that for some perverse reason she was beginning to enjoy 
it. She must be sick or something. Why in heaven's name would she want to do 
something like this? 

"Well now, that's not so bad, is it?" Andrew taunted. "As far as I'm 
concerned, this is heaven, honey, Imagine a young kid like you automatically 
sucking cock so well the first time in her life. This is your first time, 
isn't it, Jo Ann?" 

She nodded with the cock in her mouth, imparting even more sensation to him, 
making him sigh. Her face continued trying to move forward, but to take more 
of his cock inside meant she would have to push the head of the penis into 
her gullet. What made it more difficult was the upward curve of the penis. 
It was shaped perfectly to fit into a vagina, but only with difficulty would 
a mouth be able to encompass all of it. The hard shaft pressed firmly 
against her tongue, but the head of the cock continued massaging her palate, 
making her certain that if she wanted, she would be able to open the hollow 
of her esophagus enough to take the whole thing inside. 

"Hhhhhaaauuuuunnnnhhhh! Suck, you sweet little innocent-faced young bitch!" 
he gasped. "Suck!" 

His flat, hard, masculine buttocks twitched from side to side as he tried 
forcing more of his penis into her mouth. His belly did flip-flops as he 
tried forcing more and more of the throbbing cock inside, intent on drilling 
her with the full length of it. But this was Jo Ann's first time at this, 
and she didn't know how to relax her gullet, so all his efforts were doomed 
to failure. Jo Ann began choking and coughing, and in the end had to pull 
her head back to keep from retching. She moved so quickly, he was unable to 
stop her with the pressure of his hands. 

"Damn it all, dear young two-week wife!" he roared. "I'll tell you when you 
can pull back and how much of my cock to take into your mouth. Just 
remember, you're here to do anything I say." 

She pulled her lips off the penile head for a moment, and her hand left his 
balls to massage her throat. 

"Please!" she begged, doing her best to rub away the ache his corona had 
caused within with the pressure of her fingertips, shaking off his pulling 
fingers for the moment. "Please ... Andrew ... you're hurting me! For God's 
sake, I'll do anything you want, but just don't hurt me!" 

"If I want to hurt you, I'll hurt you," Andrew insisted. "Tough titty, 
honey! Just get that mouth on my cock and let it learn more about sucking." 

"No ... please ... not that again!" she whimpered. 

"Yeah, that again," he insisted. "That, and anything else my heart desires, 
as the saying goes. You're gonna suck me, and I'm gonna fuck you. I'm gonna 
shove my cock in every hole your body has, and if you're respectful and 
behave right, I'll give you some tongue-action, as well. So just get back to 
sucking, honey. I like the way your lips fit themselves around my cock, so 
start sucking solidly and in earnest, or I'll have to get rough and really 
hurt you." 

Jo Ann broke out in a series of sobs, and her small breasts shook as her 
chest heaved with loud gulps. She cried like a baby, but if Andrew felt 
anything other than lust, he didn't show it. 

"Damn you!" he yelled. "Shut up! You're not some puking little 
pre-adolescent who doesn't know anything. You a little bitch who's related 
to the Coles. You're the only one with Cole blood in you on whom I'll ever 
be able to get my full revenge. You took my name from me, my father from me, 
and you think I'm content to be stuck with the name of Cole for the rest of 
my life." 

"I'm not a Cole," Jo Ann wailed. 

"On your mother's side you're a Cole," he reminded her. "But just to make 
sure you're definitely a Cole, we're going to make you an adopted Cole by 
injection." 

"Wh-what are you talking about?" she gasped. 

"I'm going to fuck you," he laughed. 

"You have to be insane!" Jo Ann wept. 

"Insane? No, just vengeful. You're the handiest person on whom to take out 
my revenge. So I'm gonna do it. Give me a hard time, and I'll call up some 
of my friends and invite them over and really let them give you one helluva 
going over. So make up your mind, you're either gonna let me bang you, or a 
whole bunch of them." 

He pushed his cock forward and rubbed it against Jo Ann's cheek. She 
flinched, but didn't try pulling away this time. She told herself she wasn't 
pulling back because it was useless to fight. The man had superior strength 
to her. But even as she though all this, her mouth was salivating, and there 
was an itch between her thighs, an itch she had never felt before. Was there 
something in her that really wanted a good, solid fucking? She didn't know, 
but the one thing that was most definitely certain was she was being forced 
into allowing this horrible man to molest her in ways she would never have 
dreamed possible. Hell! There was no way out. She'd have to conduct herself 
with a certain amount of restraint. Perhaps if she showed him that young as 
she was, she was civilized and basically a lady and not some kind of tramp, 
he might come to regret what he was doing and leave her alone. Well, at 
least he might not be so cruel about everything. 

"You're gonna do just as I want, aren't you," the tall brown-haired man 
grinned widely, and he let go of her hair. "Come on, princess, if we're 
gonna take your cherry, we'll do it the right way, in a bed." 

Feeling utterly helpless, unable to fight back or even protest, the lovely 
girl nodded in dumb misery as she followed him to his bedroom. To her 
astonishment she saw he had been prepared for all this, even to the towel on 
his bed to soak up the blood when she was deflowered. 

"Yeah!" he told her. "I knew you'd go along, honey. I had a feeling all 
along you'd do everything I wanted you to do. You're telling yourself right 
now that the only reason you're going along with all this is to keep me from 
getting mad, or to prevent me from calling up my buddies on the phone and 
bringing them over. By the way, don't get any bright ideas about using the 
phone, yourself. All the phones are plug-in phones, and all except one are 
carefully hidden somewhere outside the house. The one that's hidden inside 
the house you'll never find, so don't try looking for it." 

"A-all right," she nodded. 

"But fear's not the reason why you're going to do what I want," Andrew 
continued. "You're curious. Your mother told you something about fucking, 
and I'll bet she told you your old man made it good for her. Well, that's 
great, because now you want to find out. You want to fuck, deep down. Yeah, 
the real reason for your feelings is...." 

He suddenly hurled her on the bed and was between her thighs in an instant. 
His hand reached down and closed tightly around the hairless mound of her 
sex and squeezed, hard. "This hot little pussy of yours is the real reason, 
honey. No matter what you've been taught, and no matter what you've heard, 
the only time a good cunt is happy is when it's filled with cock." 

If there was one thing Jo Ann despised about her cousin more than anything 
else, it was the fact that he was a perfect example of what her girl friends 
referred to as a male chauvinist pig. She wondered how this man would react 
if he were trapped by a band of amazons, and forced to do anything they 
wanted. Heck! When she got a little older, she was going to ask her mom to 
send her to judo school, and then let any man try and get rough with her. 

"You know I'm telling you the truth, Jo Ann," he snorted. "Your trouble is, 
you're itching to find out what it's like to feel a good cock buried in the 
depth of your cunt." 

"Why are you saying so many things to hurt me?" she sobbed. 

"I think you have to learn, again and again, that in our relationship, I'm 
the master, you're the slave. So next to frequent injections of cock in 
various places in your lovely body, I'm going to have to keep reminding you 
that of the two of us, I'm boss. After all, if you maintain your self 
respect, you'll never properly knuckle under to me, cousin. That, more than 
anything else, is what's important," he insisted, and his hand clamped down 
on her hairless pussy lips again. He flattened his palm and rubbed it back 
and forth, feeling the littlest bit of moistness seeping from her interior. 

Jo Ann wished the floor would open up so she'd be able to jump into a nice 
big hole and pull it in after her. This man made her feel so awful, so 
terrible, so totally different from the young girl she had always imagined 
herself to be, that she was now unsure of herself. Perhaps the most shocking 
development from all this was, each time his hand pressed itself against her 
vagina, she felt a tingle sizzle through her. Her body was agreeing with 
him, betraying her. She hated him all the more for being such a crude 
savage. What was it Jonathan Swift had called those animals in the last land 
Gulliver had visited? Yahoos! They were humanoid apes that swung from trees 
and hurled turd balls at one another. Yes, Andrew was definitely a Yahoo! 
Now she was glad she had read all of Gulliver's Travels. 

Still, with all the hate festering inside her, the man seemingly excited and 
aroused her in a way no other human being had ever done. Even the rough way 
he was handling her tender vaginal flesh was tingling and arousing to her. 
Nothing like this had ever happened to her before. She felt as if the sheet 
beneath her was of hot metal, tin, perhaps, and it took all her willpower to 
keep her from bouncing her buttocks all over it. 

Shame filled her as she lay on the towel-covered bed, letting her slender, 
girlish thighs spread apart, permitting her naked cousin to settle on top of 
her. 

"You're no different from any of the other woman I've know." he insisted. 
"You're just a little younger, that's all. But underneath everything, you're 
a whorish slut like all the others even my own mother. She wouldn't wait for 
my father to come back. She was so hungry for cock, she had to go and marry 
my step father, your uncle." 

"If your mother is what you say she is by your standards," Jo Ann said to 
him, "then I'm glad to be what you called me. I love your mother, and I 
think she's a nice woman." 

"Jesus!" he gasped, letting his hands run all over her slender body. "You're 
still growing in the right places, and one of these days you're gonna be the 
most voluptuously sexy person in the world. Hell! You're put together like a 
ceramic defecatorium with new wings being added all the time." 

He forced her slender, hairless thighs wider, allowing himself to get a 
really good look at her hairless cunt. It had been a long time since he had 
seen a pussy without hair, and the other time it was because the woman had 
shaved it. But this cunt had yet to grow hair, and the idea made him 
salivate. His ungentle hands moved over her rounded knees, then ran up the 
undersides of her thighs to touch her soft, warm, pillarly flesh. Then his 
fingers moved forward and began prodding at the narrow little opening that 
was her vagina. Imagine! It had never been opened! Sheesh! He'd never had a 
virgin before! This was going to be some fuck! 

"God!" he gasped. "I've never seen a tighter cunt in all my life. Most of 
the women I've known have been very loose compared to you." 

He prodded at her with a forefinger, teasing her inner lips, feeling more 
and more oil slide out, and then carefully, slowly, he poked his forefinger 
into the narrow foramen between her inner labia. God! Was she ever tight! He 
pushed his finger forward, feeling resistance all the way as she gasped at 
him, "Please! Don't hurt me!" 

"You behave," he snorted, "and if there's any pain at all in the beginning, 
it'll be kept to a minimum. Just stay nice and juicy in there so I can fit a 
second finger into you and widen you a little more. Remember, the more I can 
widen you, the less pain you'll feel when I administer my cock inside." 

"Why are you doing this?" she sobbed again, as he added a second finger. 

"Because you're part of the Cole Family. You're also a cunt, and my cock has 
been starving for a really good cunt. I've had more than my share of bad 
pussy. In the next two weeks, you and I are gonna fuck to beat the band. 
What's more, long before the time is up, you're gonna love it so much, 
you'll come begging to me for more cock. I've never fucked a chick yet who 
hasn't come asking for more." 

Jo Ann screamed as his two fingers touched her hymen, and she tried yanking 
herself away from him. But the madman who was her cousin had her pinned 
solidly to the mattress, and he held her easily enough. 

"Shit!" he exclaimed. "I didn't hurt you. Believe me, if I wanted to, I'm 
capable of showing you what real pain is all about." 

"Look, I'm doing everything you want," Jo Ann gasped. "Is it too much to ask 
you not to hurt me?" 

"God! I hope you're good, that's all," he muttered. "You have one hell of a 
nice young body, and it had better deliver everything you seem to be 
promising," he snorted. 

"I don't know what to do," Jo Ann sobbed, with a subservience that made her 
ashamed of herself. 

Her cousin snorted, gripped her by the underside of her calves, and he 
lifted them up, spreading her soft white thighs all the wider. Now he was 
able to see into her vagina even more clearly. 

"God! Look at that hot pussy, will you?" he smirked. "That's all you are to 
me, a pussy. You think you're a woman, but you're nothing other than a 
pussy." 

Sure, she thought. I'm a pussy on a hot tin mattress, unable to stay still 
even for a second. 

Thinking back to when she and her girl-friends were in school, Jo Ann 
remembered how the two of them were standing under a stairwell near the 
boys' gym one day, hoping to catch a glimpse of the high-school senior 
basketball star. Lots of boys were coming down the stairs, but they were in 
the shadows behind the stairs, and not visible unless someone were to 
actually move behind the steps. They had heard two of the older boys talking 
about some of the girls, though they had no idea which girls were being 
mentioned. 

"She thinks she's a somebody," one of the boys was saying. "Just because she 
puts out for half the football team, she thinks she's special. The fact of 
the matter is, she's just a cunt like any other cunt. She walks, she talks, 
she eats, she shits, but all that doesn't count. All that is just a casing 
and a means of transportation for her cunt. She just takes it from player to 
player and serves it up like it's some kinda gourmet dish." 

Jo Ann stared at the brutish cousin as he nakedly knelt between her slim 
thighs, his massive cock rising like some leviathan from the deep, extending 
from the thick growth of brown hair that looked like it might have been 
cultivated in a primitive jungle. It was amazing how heavy the hair growth 
was down there, considering how little there was elsewhere on his body, save 
for a sprinkling under his armpits, and the thick growth of his head. His 
chest was almost totally devoid of hair, nor was there any growth on his 
arms or legs. 

Loathing for him rose in her gullet like bile, but there was no denying the 
constant, underlying fascination, a strange kind of horrible, animal-like 
pleasure she felt in seeing his nakedness above that of her own. Though she 
felt slightly frightened, arousal, a primeval animal instinct of which she 
had never been previously aware, took more and more control over her. 

"Yeah, you look gorgeous down there, so naked and so helpless," Andrew 
snapped at her. "I've dreamed of having the Coles at my mercy for so long, 
now that I do have one of you, it seems too good to be true. Believe me, Jo 
Ann, I'm gonna make the most of these two weeks. I prepared for all this in 
advance, once I found out about my grand-mother not being well. I've closed 
up the store for two weeks, ostensibly to be on vacation, and it's gonna be 
one helluva vacation, with you and me fucking like bunnies again and again." 

His words filled the helpless young girl with more despair and horror. She 
had never done anything to harm this man, and there was no reason in the 
world why he should vent some unwarranted rage against her. But angry and 
disgusted as she felt, she was only too aware of the excitement continuing 
to steadily mount inside her. 

Jo Ann was starting to understand her cousin, now. What he was doing and 
saying was all part of a process know as de-personalization, trying to make 
her feel like a non-person. He wanted to remove every last vestige of her 
ego, destroy her existence as an individual and make her think of herself as 
a slave designed to satisfy his whim as if the rest of her body was an 
appendage added to the only necessary part of her vagina. But the lovely 
little blonde girl wasn't going to let that happen to her. No matter what 
horrible thing her cousin put her through, she intended retaining her 
identity, and when she finally did leave here, she would find some way to 
revenge herself on him for this. In spite of what he was saying, she wasn't 
just a pussy on a hot tin mattress and nothing else. She was a person, a 
being, a someone, and she intended remaining as much. 

"Well now, look at you," Andrew laughed out loud. "You like it when I look 
at your naked body, don't you?" he insisted, letting his thumbs slip into 
the pink slices of her tantalizing labia, opening them wider to expose the 
slippery slabs of inner, pink-jellied flesh. "Far be it from me to deny you 
what you want. Since you want me to look, look I will. I can see right into 
your cunt. Yeah, I can even see your cherry, stretched from wall to wall at 
a diagonal angle. I've fucked me a lotta women in my time, honey, all 
pretty, young and old, thin and fat, but I have to admit, I've never had me 
a virgin cunt like you, before. Hell! You're something else, you are! I'm 
beginning to wonder if this cock of mine is gonna fit inside you," he 
snorted, bouncing the penile head against her inner thigh. "I mean, I have 
the longest, thickest cock in town, or so all the women keep telling me, and 
you have one very tight pussy. I hope my cock'll fit without my having to 
dig a new hole." By now, Jo Ann was calming down just a little. He was going 
to hurt her, of that much she was certain. But she was also old enough to 
understand that every word he was saying was calculated to make her feel 
worse than before. He was doing his damndest to shame and humiliate her, and 
this knowledge helped ease the anguish a little. 

But in one sense she did feel a kind of humiliation over which she had no 
restraint, and that was the humiliation built by the knowledge that with 
each passing moment a feeling of perverse excitement continued wildly 
flooding through her shuddering form. The bloated, brownish stalk with the 
purple head created a feeling of arousal within her that she was completely 
incapable of taming. The helmet-like glans was such a deeply rich purple 
now, looking as if it was going to glow. In her mind, the penile head looked 
almost like the spaded end of a devil's tail. Somehow she had to try and 
control the urgent need in her as vile lust took total mastery over her. 

Andrew's hands rubbed her thighs all the more firmly as he inched the head 
of his cock closer and closer to the gap that was her pink-shelled cunt. In 
fact, he moved so that his cock went past her cunt and rubbed its blunted 
nose against the flat softness of her trembling belly. He smirked as she 
shrank from it. 

"You've already tasted it," he snapped. "Now feel how hard it is against 
your stomach. Might as well, 'cause soon you're gonna feel how hard it is 
inside your belly." 

Jo Ann watched the burning rod of flesh roll back and forth as it lay 
against her belly, watching the way he indented her soft, feminine stomach 
with typical male arrogance. She insisted silently that she hated him, and 
what was more, she hated that masculine prod he was constantly pressuring 
against her. It felt loathsome. 

Leaning forward, he gripped the swollen length of his solid cock in his 
hand, and then moved even higher, with his knees outside her thighs for the 
moment as he sat on her flat belly and guided the tip of his penis against 
the undercurves of her budding little breasts. They weren't large enough to 
form a valley between them. 

"Another year or so," he laughed, "and you'll have tits big enough to press 
around my cock, and it'll be almost as much fun rubbing it in there as it 
will be filling your cunt with it. Hell! If I were to come right now, I'd be 
spattering spunk all over your lovely girlish face. Then I'd make you lick 
up every drop of it. How'd you like to swallow all that sperm, honey?" 

"I'll tell your mother," she wept, the tears falling from under closed 
eyelids. 

"You won't say a thing to anyone," he snapped, his fingers caressing her 
throat. "You say one word, and before they cart me off to prison I'll swear 
on a stack of bibles that you led me on. What's more, I'll have a whole gang 
of guys swear that you put out for them, as well. In fact, to make sure you 
don t say a word, before all this is over, you're gonna be gang-banged. Then 
we'll see what you have to say to my mother and your own folks." 

Jo Ann scrunched her eyes tightly shut and tried to shut his horrible words 
out of her consciousness. He was driving her to the brink of insanity, but 
she'd die before letting him know how strongly he affected her. She was 
burning with lust in spite of everything she was doing in order to stave it 
off. Her thighs were trembling, and a heavier viscous syrup than ever began 
oozing from the pink chasm between her thighs. 

"Hey, hey, hey!" Andrew smirked. "You're getting hot, I can smell it, honey. 
I can always sniff a hot pussy," he told her, rubbing the underside of his 
shaft against her chest, letting the point touch her chin each time, leaving 
little dots of his own lubrication. "You may be a virgin, but you want that 
maidenhood removed once and for all so your cunt can be filled with my cock. 
Well, I tell you, we have plenty of time, so you can just wait a little 
longer before we get to the main course of this sex meal. I mean, I'm really 
in no hurry. Wanna know why? Because knowing how much this waiting is 
causing you agony, I'm feeling more pleasure than ever. I'll tell you one 
thing though. You have one helluva mouth for a girl who's never sucked cock 
before. It's a real suction cup of a mouth. The guy you end up marrying is 
gonna be one happy guy. Hell! He'll never have to know that I broke you in 
and trained you." 

"You're a depraved monster," she wept. 

"Depraved? I didn't know little girls like you knew such big words," he 
laughed. "What the hell, I'll be generous. All you have to do is beg, and 
then I'll fuck you." 

"What! You must be totally out of your mind!" she gasped. 

"You'll beg," he snorted. "They all beg, after a while. You'll beg too, even 
if your cunt has never been sliced before." 

"Never!" Jo Ann insisted, tears still running down her cheeks. 

"Well, let me put it this way, honey," he told her. "Either you beg, or I'll 
drag out this torment for hours and hours, making you suck not only my cock, 
but the cocks of a few of my friends. At the same time we'll stick our cocks 
in your ass. Imagine, letting us shove a cock into your mouth after its been 
in your ass. I hope you do a good job of washing that ass hole of yours out. 
Otherwise, you know what you'll be sucking." 

"Stop it!" Jo Ann screamed. "Stop it! Stop it! Stop it!" 

Jo Ann opened her wide blue sapphire eyes and looked at him pleadingly, 
sickened by what he had told her, yet feeling an entirely different kind of 
turmoiled sensation in her vaginal depths. She hated him, despised him, 
would have killed him on the spot had she been able, but something in her 
body was churning violently, letting her know she had needs she had never 
known before. Knowing that she had to say what he wanted, her body quickened 
its intensifying sensations. Finally she opened her mouth and gasped out, 
"Please ... please.... 

"Please?" he roared with laughter. "Please what, you pretty little cunt. 
Just what is it you want me to do? I mean, I thought you considered yourself 
untouchable, and certainly too good for the likes of someone like me. You're 
too lady-like for common screwing, aren't you? So tell me, just what is it 
you really want?" 

"You know what I want," she murmured, and she automatically began squirming 
and writhing her hips upward without meaning to do so. 

"Yeah, babe, I know what you want, but you're still too lady like to use the 
words," he laughed. "I wanna hear the words come tumbling out of that hot 
little mouth of yours you know, the mouth that has already sucked my cock. 
What the hell, Jo Ann! Words are words. So what if you think they're dirty 
words. Say them to make me happy." 

"Oh please, please Cousin Andrew, don't make me say it! Just do what you 
want to do and get it over with!" 

"To begin with, I'm not your cousin," he insisted. "I'm only a Cole by 
adoption. There's no Cole blood in me at all. But I'm telling you right now, 
either you ask for it, or honey you just don't get it," he told her, rolling 
the leaking head of his penis over one nipple and then the other. "I mean, 
if I get too hot, I'll just shove my cock back into your mouth and fill your 
throat with jism." 

"My God!" the young girl shrieked. "I can't stand this, I can't stand it!" 
She moaned, biting her lip, rolling her head from side to side. Just why she 
was feeling all those internal lusts and desires was something she was 
unable to figure out, but the obscene presence of his cock, once again so 
close to her face, pressing on her chest, caused arousal to swamp its way 
through her shuddering form. Now she didn't merely want him to do it to get 
it over with. She wanted it in order to feel the needed relief it promised. 
"Please ... please ... do it to me ... oh please...." 

"Not until you say the words I wanna hear," he insisted. "Remember, the 
important thing here, in addition to fucking you, is to tear down that 
snotty little ego of yours until you realize you're nothing but my slave. 
Saying those words will tear down some more barriers, and you'll be that 
much closer to being a total non-person." 

Jo Ann stared at the drooling, pulsating, throbbing purple-headed monster 
that was so close to her chin, and she knew she had no chance of ending all 
this without saying what he wanted to hear. She knew the words, if only 
because she had heard them in high school so often, even if she hadn't 
understood what they'd meant. Whenever she'd heard them, she had closed her 
ears to them, but today, her cousin had made certain she'd understood what 
the words meant. Knowing the only way to end all this was to have him bury 
his cock inside her, no matter how much it hurt initially, she gasped and 
finally said, "All right! You want words, I'll give you words! Fuck me, you 
bastard. You bastard whose father is also a bastard. Fuck me! Fuck me in my 
cunt! Fuck me with your dirty cock, and I hope my cunt squeezes it so hard, 
I can pull it out by the roots." 

"Well now, that's more like it!" he snorted. "I'll ignore that crack about 
my father, 'cause you said everything else I wanted to hear. Yeah, the 
hidden bitch inside you will override the well-brought-up young lady every 
time, and when I'm through with you, you'll be the most foulmouthed cunt in 
the whole U.S." 

Fiery lust continued burning through the helpless Jo Ann. She didn't know 
why she felt overpowered by all this desire, but she was ablaze with need. 
God! Was it something inborn? Her mother had insisted it was something that 
felt very good after the first time. Maybe the first time would also feel 
good. 

"Hurry! Hurry!" she gasped, as the man slowly backed down her slender young 
body, letting the rigid head of his spikeless mace drag along her skin as if 
opening raw wounds and exposing the carnality that lay hidden beneath the 
surface of her. When he slid the head across her labia, Jo Ann actually 
bucked her fulcrum upward in a maddening attempt to capture the penis, 
something she would never have believed herself capable of doing in a 
million years. 

"Hey now," he muttered, staring at her. "Maybe I've created more of a 
monster than even I'm aware of," he snorted, gripping the shank of his 
penis, rubbing the head against the soft inner labia without trying to force 
them open. "You really do want it, don't you! Tell me, adopted cousin, what 
would you do to get it, right now?" 

"Anything!" Jo Ann sobbed in excitement, unable to control her body even 
though a part of her mind was still filled with all kinds of contempt and 
hatred for this horrible man who was supposed to be looking out for her 
welfare. "I'd do anything, and you know it!" 

"Good! Hold that thought, honey! A time will come when I'll remind you of 
it, and I'll hold you to it. But for the moment I'm going to be nice to you 
and feed you my cock free of charge." 

He braced himself on extended arms after guiding the head into the narrow 
little gully, and then told her, "When I shove forward, you press down on 
the mattress with your feet and lift up. I'm gonna cut through your cherry 
like it's tissue paper. It'll hurt like hell at first, but once I'm all the 
way in, we'll rest and wait for your cunt to adjust to my thickness. Once 
that happens, the pain'll fade and we can really get jazzing." 

"Shut up and fuck!" Jo Ann screamed. 

He slammed downward, and Jo Ann, remembering his instructions pressed the 
bottoms of her feet against the mattress and hurled her fulcrum up to meet 
his. 

In spite of the two forces pushing in opposite directions, his penis wasn't 
able to power into her all at once. She was so tight, the best his cock was 
able to do was slowly slide in, her resisting walls clinging solidly to the 
organ. In, in, in, it went, and when it touched the barrier of her hymen, it 
kept on going as she kept her back arched like a bow in spite of the 
incredible agony she was feeling. The cock pushed through her weak membrane 
barrier, tearing the tissue to bits and pieces, and kept right on sinking, 
moving every deeper into her narrow straits, widening her clinging walls 
until his hairy pelvis thudded against her bare pubis. 

"Aaa aaiiily yyyyeeee eaiii lyyyy aaaaag ggghhhh aaaggg hhh!" Jo Ann 
shrieked in agaony, agony that was raw fire filling her entire interior. She 
felt as if flames were shooting from her fingertips and toes, and flames 
came out of her nostrils. "My God! It huuuurts!" 

"Shut up and lie still," Andrew told her, unable to believe the 
exquisiteness of her tight little cunt as it sucked itself firmly around the 
throbbing penis. 

Christ! This wasn't a cunt! This was a living whirlpool that was constantly 
sucking him into its vortex. He was buried so deeply he would never escape. 
They would be trapped like this for the next two weeks, and when his mother 
came home she would find the two of them like this, unable to separate 
because her vulva clung so tightly to the base of his penis, if he did 
manage to come, the blood would be locked in the vessels inside his cock, 
unable to retreat, and so his erection would remain trapped perhaps forever. 
Well hell! If a man had to go, there was no better way on earth. This one 
had a cunt that was incredible. 

Jo Ann was weeping, sobbing, unable to withstand the agony of having her 
narrow passageway suddenly widened by such an immense columnar barber pole. 
When his mouth came down on hers, she found herself sobbing and kissing at 
the same time. Her hands gripped his hair and pulled as if intent on tearing 
the hair out of his head. For the first time in her life she was filled with 
a combined love-hate, both of which were stronger than anything she had ever 
known before. Given an opportunity, she would gladly kill this man, but she 
realized that in spite of the agony still filling her, she wouldn't kill him 
until he had completed what he'd started, and to her satisfaction. 

He flexed his throbbing penis inside her making it swell and widen so that 
her elastic walls also widened, pulsing in time with his penile throbbing. 
Little by little her walls opened up, and little by little the agony began 
fading, turning to simple pain, then to discomfort, then to an annoyance, 
and finally it was gone. In its place was the delightful tingling created by 
the unmoving phallus as it titillated her interior. 

Andrew took a deep breath, drew his cock back a little, and pushed forward 
very gently. 

"Oooooohhhhhh!" Jo Ann exclaimed, but this time not out of anguish. This 
time it was a gasp of sheer joy. "Harder, damn you!" she gasped at him. "I 
can take it! Harder!" 

As if to emphasize what she wanted, she lifted her buttocks wildly from the 
mattress as if to make him shove his cock deeper. 

"You asked for it!" he grunted. "Now shut up and fuck!" and pulling back, he 
rammed into her with tooth-jarring force. 

At this point Jo Ann didn't hear anything he might have said. Her entire 
body was infused with an arousal she had never known to exist, and she 
arched her lovely back all over again, moving her fleshy valve around the 
monorail of his driving cock. There was no gentleness in Andrew. He was 
fucking as much for revenge as for enjoyment. But gentleness was the one 
thing the lovely girl wasn't seeking. Even though he was using his cock as a 
weapon rather than an instrument of love, her own cunt was responding with 
just as much vehemence. He hammered and battered her girlish interior with 
no thought or care for her pleasure once he was certain her cunt no longer 
felt pain. He was striving for his own enjoyment, but in doing so, he was 
building thrills even higher in her shuddering pussy. Each violent thrust 
into her was a way of letting her know he was subduing her, making her his 
slave more than ever. 

Far from being offended by his chauvinistic attitude, Jo Ann discovered her 
aching body loved the rough way he manhandled her. True, her sensitive inner 
self felt offended, but her body was glorying in the pounding, grinding 
length of cock that continued assaulting her cunt with the intent of totally 
conquering it. 

"More! More! More! More!" she heard herself gasping out loud. 

Andrew was slamming into her with all his strength. He didn't think it 
possible any female was capable of withstanding this kind of battering, much 
less asking for more. He gripped her shoulders for better leverage and 
slammed into her all the more powerfully, beating into the depths of her 
bucking cunt until she bounced up and down like some kind of helpless rag 
doll. 

But for every downward thrust, Jo Ann gave an upward thrust, hurling her 
pelvis madly at him as her heels dug all the more firmly into the mattress. 
Her breasts were small, and lying down as she was, they were almost boyish, 
yet she clung so tightly to him, she hoped to slice her nipples right into 
his chest. Then her thighs twined themselves around his flanks, and she 
churned against them as she pivoted on her hips to revolve her clutching, 
liqueous cove around the relentless pumping of his cock. 

"Oh my God!" Andrew groaned aloud. 

He knew she was a virgin having just deflowered her. It was obvious she 
hadn't known the first thing about performing sexual intercourse, yet here 
she was, rotating her cunt around and around as he thrust in and out, as if 
she had done this all her life. Muscles inside her that had never been used 
were being used now, and the pressure of their squeezing on his thick cock 
was incredible. He was caught, trapped in a vise of satin. 

It was Jo Ann who felt the need for more leverage, now. She strained 
forward, reaching behind him, sinking her nails into his blistering rump to 
urge him on to greater fury, yearning for him to pierce her to the maximum 
depth. Her ass lifted upward with the sheer frenzy of her inborn passion, 
all the while revolving her pelvis and rocking him against her own hairless 
mount. 

It was too much for Andrew. He had never, but never felt a cunt like this 
one, and where he had, to some degree, been able to maintain control of 
himself until a woman came, this time there was no possible way for him to 
hold back. 

"AAAAAY YYY-YYE EEEEEA AAAAAA RRR-RRG GGGHHH UUUUUU NNNNNG GGGHHH AAAAAN 
NNGGGG GGHHHH!" he bellowed and blasted great gouts of sperm into her 
waiting cunt. 

Then it was Jo Ann's turn, only she was so out of breath, she was unable to 
shriek this time as the orgasm within totally overwhelmed her, bathing her 
in its glorious essence as she felt his spurting semen shoot through her 
right to the top of her head. She sobbed and gasped with joy as the orgasm 
shook her with frightening fierceness. 

 CHAPTER FOUR 

Looking back, Jo Ann remembered only too well her initiation into womanhood, 
coming as it did years before she would have expected. She remembered the 
pain, recalled the anguish, but more than anything else, she remembered the 
delight and pleasure. 

What made her smile at the moment was her cousin's total arrogance. At the 
time, it had looked as if he was the one doing the conquering, but both of 
them knew, little by little, that he was the one being conquered. This was 
ascertained once and for all the last day she was with him, and he had 
insisted on bringing his friends in and letting them use her. He had 
insisted? Jo Ann's grin broadened. He had thought it was his own idea, but 
she knew better. She knew that after that time, the two of them would have 
nothing physically to do with anyone else. They belonged to one another, and 
once in her life she had to find out what it felt like to be filled with 
cocks in every orifice all at the same time. The truth, plainly and simply 
was, the longer she and her cousin lived together during those two weeks, 
the stronger her hold became on him, while the weaker his hold was on her, 
and in order to try and outwardly assert his manliness, he kept trying to do 
things to shame her, though basically all he did was a variation of things 
to thrill her that much more. 

It was Sunday evening, the evening of her defloration, and Jo Ann, after 
having taken a long, hot bath, discovered even her shortie pajamas were 
gone. Without having to be hit on the head, she understood this was another 
way Andrew was certain she would remain his prisoner. With no clothing, even 
if she did find a way out, somehow, she wouldn't dare go outside. 

"How's your cunt?" Andrew asked, when she came downstairs to the kitchen to 
make supper for the both of them. 

She saw that when he had shopped earlier, he had really stocked up on a lot 
of food, anticipating they would be trapped here for two weeks. Jo Ann 
didn't think it possible for her to hate a man, but she was as close to 
hating where her cousin was concerned as she had ever been. 

"Why should you care?" she asked, not even able to find an apron to put 
around her as she made them both steaks. 

"I care a lot," he replied. "I mean, let's face facts, kiddo. I'm gonna be 
fucking that cunt an awful lot, and I want to make sure it's in tip-top 
condition." 

"It's all right," she shrugged, realizing there was still a little sting 
inside her, more from the initial friction she had felt than anything else. 

They ate quietly, and Jo Ann noticed it was starting to get dim. Looking at 
the clock, she saw it was eight-forty-five. After Andrew had fucked her, the 
two of them had fallen asleep for a long time. When she had awakened she had 
assumed it was early afternoon, but it had obviously been either late 
afternoon or early evening. Andrew had not been there when she had gotten 
up, and after having taken her shower, she had hurried downstairs in the 
hope he might have gone out. That was when she saw him in the kitchen, and 
he had inquired after her vagina. 

She noticed Andrew had not bathed or showered since their encounter. The 
pink virginal bloodstains from her cunt still laced themselves on his cock, 
though by now they were dry. 

"You might have at least taken a shower," she snapped. "You know, no matter 
how much you enjoyed what you did to me, all that stuff coating your ... 
uhhh ... penis, can start to smell after a while." 

"Yes, well I decided that even though I have this house locked up tighter 
than the proverbial drum," Andrew replied, "I want to keep an eye on you as 
much as possible. So I figured I'd wait for you, and the two of us would 
shower together. Besides, it'd save water." 

"I already took a bath," she said, rising, clearing the dishes away from the 
table. 

"Really? You mean you washed all the residue and everything out of that 
sweet little cunt?" he asked. 

"I wouldn't let it lay in there," she snapped. "Besides, for all I know, you 
might have gotten me pregnant." 

"If that happens," he snorted, "I'll bring you to a doctor I know who can 
take care of such things." 

"Oh, no you won't," she told him. "If I'm pregnant, I'm going to tell the 
whole world who the father is." 

"You won't really know, will you," he laughed. "Remember, when the time 
comes, I'm having some friends come over and really get it on with you." 

"I'll swear it was you now matter how many friends you bring over," she 
insisted. "You're a real son of a bitch to do what you did to me. I never 
did anything to hurt you." 

"The sins of the father, or in this case the uncle, are being visited on the 
child," he smirked. "Now come on upstairs with me. I want you in that shower 
with me so I can keep an eye on you." 

"You are really vile!" she replied. 

 CHAPTER FIVE 

It was the shower that had really started changing their positions around, 
or so Jo Ann now reflected. That is, this was when he slowly but surely 
began to yield his dominance to her, though Andrew would never admit it. 

They were standing under the hot water, and this time Jo Ann was not even 
wearing a shower cap. The water cascaded down her as she felt Andrew press 
her that much more solidly against him. The water was warm and felt good, 
and though she hated to admit it, being here with Andrew made showering that 
much more fun. 

Andrew stood close to the lovely little blonde, content that she wasn't 
trying to get cute and whine while she was with him. She seemed to be 
enjoying the feeling of the water, and it made him feel good, too. He had 
ordered her to soap his cock and rinse it off, but otherwise hadn't 
attempted anything sexual. Then he had made her soap down his entire body, 
making sure she stayed near when the running water washed it from him. But 
her naked body, glistening because of the way the water reflected the 
overhead light made his cock slowly but surely come erect. He was becoming 
aroused all over again, and Jo Ann knew it would only be a matter of minutes 
before he had her lying on her back again, maybe in the bath tub. She 
desperately tried to think of something that would deter him from fucking 
her, especially since she felt her cunt was too sore to be probed again 
today. 

She was therefore taken by surprise when Andrew lathered her from top to 
bottom. Not that she needed it, but it gave him an excuse to fondle her. 
When he first touched her, she tensed up automatically, but as time passed, 
and he continued rubbing her with the bar of soap, she slowly began calming 
down. He continued his fondling of her breasts, careful to keep the soap 
away from the mucous membranes in her small cunt. Little by little he built 
desire in her without realizing this was what he really wanted to do. For 
all the seething anger in him, Andrew was inwardly a little boy still 
looking for the love his father had never given him. He had rejected that 
love from his stepfather, basically because he knew his stepfather was doing 
to his mother what his father used to do. He didn't like the idea of any man 
doing something like that to his mother. In fact, the more that he thought 
about it, the more he realized it wasn't so much the idea of his stepfather 
taking his father's place. It was what his stepfather had done to his 
mother. He had fucked her! In fact, he would have still been fucking her had 
he been alive. More important was the realization that his father had also 
fucked his mother, and so now he realized he hated his father, as well. In 
fact, he hated his father even more than he had hated his stepfather, 
because his stepfather had loved his mother, whereas his father had merely 
used her until he had gotten tired of her, and had run away. All his life, 
Andrew had believed he had loved his father. Now he realized he had merely 
been using that as an excuse. In point of fact, he had been looking for 
someone to love someone who hadn't fucked his mother. 

He had even inwardly rejected his mother's love because she had allowed his 
stepfather to fuck her. Yes, that was it! Andrew realized what he had wanted 
was that his mother should permit him to be the man in the family. He was 
the one who ought to have fucked his mother, because the one who did the 
fucking ruled the family. 

Without realizing it, he had found someone to fuck, someone no one else had 
fucked, someone who would eventually be fucked by others only because he had 
ordained it or so he would believe. So without realizing it, Andrew Cole 
slowly began falling in love with Jo Ann Warner. 

His hands were slowly running over her shoulders and arms, then moving to 
the firmness of her small young breasts, feeling the slight swells and 
luxuriating in the thought that these breasts were his. As he massaged them, 
Jo Ann's pink nipples became erect, and the lovely young girl found herself 
panting, breathing all the more heavily. 

Looking at Andrew, Jo Ann saw something in his eyes which hadn't been there 
before. She was too young to understand adoration, at least she was too 
young to understand adoration was what he felt, and she was the object of 
it. All she did know was, there was no longer anger or hate in those eyes, 
even if he tried to smile crookedly as if to sneer at her. The subtle change 
in him also triggered something in her, making her aware, more than ever, of 
the thrills she had felt when his cock had entered her in both her mouth and 
her cunt. As a result, her nipples seemed to grow to twice their former 
length. 

Seeing this, Andrew moved his hand slowly down over the smoothness of her 
flat, white belly, then back around her slender waist to the small moons of 
her tiny buttocks. They were each the size of a honeydew melon, a large 
honeydew, but nevertheless, no larger. He dipped his fingers in the softness 
of her fleshy crevice formed by the two malleable round cheeks, letting them 
glide up and down twice. He worked his hands slowly over her thighs, around 
to the fronts of her knees, and Jo Ann seemed to respond immediately to the 
gentle way he handled her. In fact, she reveled in it. 

Kneeling, he continued rubbing his hands over her thighs, and was aware of 
the cascading water washing all the soap off both of them. Cupping one hand, 
he pressed it against the soft mound of her tight little hairless cunt, 
feeling her quiver as his palm-heel touched her clitoris and massaged it. As 
a result, Jo Ann widened her legs and allowed him to caress her there all 
the more. 

"Uuuuuuuunnnnnhhhhhh!" she gasped, the breath leaving her for the moment, 
which was just as well since she wouldn't have known what else to say at 
that time. 

The sensations from the cascading water and Andrew's hands on her quivering 
body made her belly churn and shudder with a rotating passion. Excitement 
began mounting in her as it had done earlier in the day, but this time with 
a difference. The excitement was without fear. Not knowing it, Jo Ann was 
responding to love caresses, just as Andrew was, as yet, unaware he was 
falling in love with the passionate girl. She had never felt so totally 
aroused before, and the fact that she was with a man who had hurt her in a 
number of ways earlier no longer seemed to matter. All that really counted 
now was the security she felt being with him, a stronger kind of security 
than anything she had ever felt at home. Her body was alive and tingling, 
sensitive to his fondling, feeling thrills now as never before. She remained 
still under the flowing water, enjoying the gentle massage of his hands all 
over her naked girlish flesh. 

Andrew was unable to contain his excitement. There was something about this 
girl that made her different from all the other women he had ever known. She 
was superior in every way in spite of her being so relatively young. The 
combined effect of looking at her and feeling her had him so titillated, his 
balls were throbbing with mad passion. His cock continued swelling, 
enlarging, growing, becoming more and more erect, standing out from his 
groin. 

Jo Ann had her eyes tightly shut as she basked in the pleasures filling her 
quivering body, and Andrew stared at her sensuous young, pink lips, watching 
the tip of her little tongue play over them as they often unconsciously did. 
The remembrance of those lips and that tongue against his cock made him even 
more aroused. Oh, God! The next time he put his cock into her mouth, he 
wouldn't take it out until he had spurted every drop of seed down her 
throat. His cock had been sucked many times before, by many experienced 
fellatrices, but not one of them had been as good as Jo Ann. She was 
exceptional. 

"Ummmmm!" Jo Ann sighed, forgetting for the moment that she was this man's 
virtual prisoner, groaning with delight when he parted the thick little 
slabs of her outer labia and teased a middle finger into the tantalizingly 
soft folds of her vagina. His thumb made contact with her clitoris at the 
same time, and the lovely young blonde felt a sharp bolt of pleasure blast 
through her, charging through her quaking brain. Her womb felt as if it was 
on fire, her cunt a pit of arousal that needed some kind of attention 
because the need to achieve orgasm was paramount at this moment. Never 
before had she felt any other kind of need that was equally important. Her 
knees were quivering because of this manual stimulation, but also because he 
wasn't uttering any harsh or rasping invectives along with the way he was 
playing with her pussy. Her hands automatically reached out and held onto 
the man to keep herself from slipping and falling into the tub. 

Feeling as if his hard cock was going to burst at any moment because of the 
throbbing pressure the blood swirling through it was putting on it, Andrew 
knew he was unable to contain his lust any longer. Withdrawing his hand from 
between her hotly tantalizing thighs, he turned off the water and helped her 
out of the tub onto the floor mat, nearby. He had two towels on a rack 
nearby, and he hurriedly began rubbing Jo Ann down, still touching her 
sensitive areas with the intent of keeping her totally aroused. Jo Ann had 
to admit she liked it all, but she knew all this was leading up to another 
sexual confrontation. She was a little afraid, thought not nearly as afraid 
as she had been earlier in the day. At the moment, she still hadn't forgiven 
her cousin in any way for the manner in which he had manhandled her. A 
certain anger remained locked in a comer of her mind, and she con-trained 
it, knowing she would have her chance for revenge when the right time came. 
She was also smart enough to know that if she said or did anything he didn't 
like, he would instantly revert to being the domineering bastard he had 
been, earlier. In fact, although he wasn't attempting to be domineering at 
the moment, he was definitely certain of his hold over her, and he was 
positive she would do anything he wanted. 

Well, maybe it was time to start seeing if she was able to get him to do 
some of the things she wanted. Jo Ann was smart enough to know she would in 
no way be able to shorten these two weeks and allow him to let go of her 
sooner. Even if he did, where would she go? Her parents were in Europe, and 
her aunt was going to stay away all that time. No, she was stuck here with 
Andrew, and either she would be continually subjected to his whims, or with 
careful manipulation she would make him do all the things she wanted, 
causing him to think it was what he wanted. 

He had the towel wrapped tightly around himself, drying himself off, and his 
erection made it stand out in front of him. It took all her willpower to 
keep Jo Ann from giggling. 

He had used force rape. She hadn't his strength, and so force was out of the 
question. Her only weapon was seduction. But her young mind questioned 
whether a girl, only first beginning to develop as she was, was capable of 
seducing a man used to large breasts and curvy hips. 

While she pondered it, he moved from the bathroom to his bedroom. She 
automatically followed, letting the towel drop. Without waiting to see if 
she was behind him, Andrew climbed into his bed, a large old-fashioned 
double bed, what would be termed a full-sized bed today. The only light on 
in the room was a small lamp by his night table, and when he turned to look 
at Jo Ann walk into the room, he realized she seemed more radiant than he 
had ever seen her before. Her tits were no larger, her hips were no rounder, 
but there was that indefinable something about her that had him in its 
enthralled grasp. He was totally captivated by her, and he was going to once 
again show her who was master in order to be able to enjoy that lovely body 
of hers. 

But as she came closer, the look of lust in her eyes told him commands at 
this point were totally unnecessary. She wanted him as much as he wanted 
her. Perhaps she was a hidden masochist and wanted more sadistic torture. 
Then the most sadistic thing for him to do would be to give her loving care. 
The idea that she was hot for him, especially after the way he had treated 
her, perhaps because of the way he had treated her, stirred his cock and 
made it jump. 

Walking to the large bed in the room, the sweet, angelic-looking little 
blonde felt as if she were two people. One was an observer, standing outside 
herself, watching everything going on and enjoying it immensely. The other 
was the participant, still somewhat unsure and a little afraid, though 
knowing that at the end of all this was that wonderful inundating thrill. So 
the burning sensation building in the pit of her stomach was now screaming 
for satisfaction. She had never had any idea what it felt like to be 
sexually aroused until she had been forced into it by her cousin, and having 
had a taste of it, she now wanted to feast on it forever, even if it meant 
having that huge, thick cock of his powering its way in and out of her cunt 
until she was torn inside-out. 

"Y-you look beautiful," he murmured. "But don't think I'm going to let that 
deter me from getting my full measure of revenge against the Coles," he 
snapped, falling back on his old excuse. 

"You're right," she said, catching him off-guard by agreeing with him. "You 
have every right to be angry with the Coles. They treated you too well. They 
should have beaten you and kicked you and made you feel bad, because then 
you wouldn't hate yourself so much." 

"What makes you think I hate myself?" he gasped. 

"Why else would you use an excuse like this to take me to bed?" she asked. 
"After all, if you liked yourself, you would have the willpower not to touch 
me. You hate yourself for not responding with decency to the way your 
stepfather treated you." 

"Well, that's a lie," he insisted. "I never once let him know what I felt 
about him." 

"You let him know," Jo Ann continued, talking quickly, not at all sure of 
what she was talking about. "You let him know that you liked him, which was 
why he turned his business over to you. But you hate yourself for liking 
him, so you claim it's really him you hate. Now here I am, and the fact of 
the matter is, you don't hate me. You want me. I don't know what all the 
imagine words are for wanting to do to a woman what you've done to me, but 
that's what you really want. You only used hating your stepfather as an 
excuse not to me, but to yourself, sort of making everything seem all right 
in your own mind." 

"Whatever the reason," he snapped, realizing how right she was in her 
analysis of him, "you're my slave, and you're gonna do anything and 
everything I want. Got it?" 

He was astonished that such a young girl had so much insight. Was it 
possible she had this insight all the time, or was it only where he was 
concerned? He had once read some nonsense about there being soul-mates in 
the world, people able to feel what the other felt, able to know what the 
other wanted and needed. Was it vaguely possible this snip of a girl, a 
female not yet considered a ripe woman, knew things? Was she his soul-mate? 
At the moment he didn't know, nor did he care. What mattered was what was he 
going to do with her? By rights he ought to fuck her asshole, or something 
else that would make her cry out in pain, but no, no, somehow he didn't feel 
the urge to do that, tonight. Tonight he wanted to sip from her vaginal 
chalice. He wanted to let her know just how nice things might have been had 
they met under other circumstances and had they done things differently. 
That, he reasoned, would hurt her more in the long run, when they parted, 
than anything else. It was an insane rationalization, but he intended 
carrying it out. Perhaps tomorrow he'd go back to being the domineering lord 
of the house. But for now, as his slave, she would have to let him suck her 
cunt. 

"Get your ass over here on the bed," he snapped. 

"Yes, Andrew," she whispered softly, and by the tone of her voice he knew 
she was going to let him do anything he wanted with her. Well, she was 
learning, anyway. As far as he was concerned, she was finally agreeing with 
her slave status. 

He took her in his arms as if she were an adult woman and with his lips 
parted, he kissed her long and deep. Her mouth tasted fresh and wonderful 
and minty. He drove his tongue all the way inside, licking at her gums and 
her teeth in a passionate French kiss. Without once breaking the kiss, he 
pulled her lithe form up on the bed beside his own until he had her lying 
comfortably on her back. His heart was pounding insanely as he realized more 
and more that as a female she meant more to him than all the other women he 
had ever known. She was something new in his life, a living being with whom 
he was able to do anything and everything he wanted. God! He ached to kiss 
every little part of her slender body and taste every last ounce of 
freshness he imparted. His room was scented with one of those air fresheners 
that gave off a lilac odor, making the air seem filled with the freshness of 
tropical flowers. The aroma was a perfumed aphrodisiac which goaded him in 
addition to the slenderly delightful sight of her naked body. 

In the yellow lamplight coming from his nightstand, Andrew was able to make 
out every last little bit of her delectable girlish figure. Her small 
breasts, so pert, still growing, yet so wonderful. The erect nipples on 
their tips were tiny beacons of pleasure beckoning to his mouth, urging him 
closer, and he came closer, finally clamping his lips over one of them. 

He kissed the hard little nipple, then opened his mouth wider and swallowed 
in the entire breast. His tongue flicked out and flatly whipped the nipple, 
making her nubile body writhe as Jo Ann moaned with pleasure. He all but 
chewed on her small breast, then pulled his mouth back and once more rolled 
the nipple between his lips. At the same time he slowly ran his hand down 
over the tantalizing flat plane of her smooth belly until his finger touched 
her naked pelvis. Once more using his middle finger as a guide, he eased it 
into the slope of her pink pussy, the middle finger pressing into the 
hairless hot slit until it made contact with the wet, sucking flesh. His 
fingertip immediately sought out and found her clitoris. It was hard, and 
when his finger massaged it very lightly, the beautiful blonde lifted her 
hips to meet it. 

"Ummmmm ... yessssssss...." she sighed. "You're a real man, Andrew. You 
really know what to do to make a girl feel good," she whispered seductively. 

"I'm not trying to make you feel good," he insisted. "I just want you to 
understand our relationship, that's all." 

"Yes, yes, of course," she nodded. "You're the boss, the one who is in 
control. Anything you want ... anything ... tell me to suck your cock ... 
tell me to let you fuck me ... anything...." 

"Now you're getting the picture," he nodded continuing to massage the little 
clitoral nubbin. "As long as you understand you're my slave, and I can do 
anything I want with you, everything is gonna be just fine." 

"I understand," she gasped, as he rubbed her clitoris again. "And everything 
is definitely going to be just fine." 

She had found the key to controlling him. Make him believe he was in 
control. Make him think his were the decisions being made, even if she was 
the one to make the real choices. As long as he believed himself responsible 
for the two of them, he was going to go on making her feel good. So from now 
on, all she had to do was cater to his ego while making him believe that her 
wants and needs were his wants and needs. Yes, Jo Ann finally had the answer 
to it all. 

He had degraded her by making her suck his penis. Now that she thought back 
on it, she had enjoyed it immensely, but the idea that he had forced her, 
made her denigrate herself, well, that was something for which she had to 
exact her own revenge. Tit for tat, or in this case, cunt for cock. She had 
sucked his cock, now let him suck her cunt. All she had to do was make him 
think it was his own idea. 

Andrew continued filling his mouth with her small breast, his teeth almost 
biting into her tender nipple. From the comer of his eye he saw the way one 
of her hands all but hid her cunt from his view even as he ran a finger in 
and out of it. 

"What's the matter with you?" he asked. 

"I love the way you fuck me," she told him. "I even liked sucking your cock, 
and the feel of your finger inside me is nice, but I feel embarrassed to 
have you look at me down there. I don't have any hair, yet. I'm not a 
woman." 

His hard cock kept twitching against the sheets beneath as he muttered, "I 
like looking at a nice bare cunt. Maybe even after you've grown hair, I'll 
make you shave it." 

"But we only have two weeks together," she insisted, softly. 

"The hell we do," he muttered. "You'll be out of high school one day, and 
between then and now we're gonna go on seeing each other," he grumbled. "If 
any cock other than mine plows that little pink furrow of yours, it'll only 
be because I sanction it. You're mine, Jo Ann. Even after you go back home 
to your folks, don't you forget for a moment that you're mine. Got me?" 

"Yes, Andrew," she muttered in a low voice. 

"Good! So take your hand away from your cunt and let me look at it while I 
keep pushing my finger in and out of it" 

"Only if you promise to let me suck your cock, afterward," she softly said. 
"After all, if you look at me, it's only fair that I look at you." 

"Hell!" he laughed. "You want to do more than look. Hmmmm! Maybe I'll do 
more than look." 

His mouth returned to her breast and his finger continued its incessant 
thrusting in and out of her turmoiled little pussy, causing a wonderfully 
flickering feeling of sensation to continue mounting in the seething depths 
of the shuddering young woman-like girl. His thumb continued massaging her 
clitoris, and this sent blisters of raw flame charging through Jo Ann's 
body. Things were starting to turn in her favor. She was slowly but surely 
getting Andrew under her control. 

Taking her hand away, she spread her thighs a bit wider, giving her lover 
better access to her hungry cunt. The cool air in the air conditioned house 
moved between her soft inner thighs as she moved her slender leg, and she 
felt the wetness of her lubricating fluids seeping out of her cunt and 
running down her perineum into her asscrack. 

Her cunt was ready for some oral action. She hoped she wouldn't have to 
throw any further hints at Andrew. A moment later, he lifted his smiling 
face from her small breasts. 

Turning on the bed, the man slowly began licking down the smoothness of her 
flat belly toward her navel. He lay on his side and pulled her onto her side 
toward him. She soon had one leg on the bed beneath his head, and the other 
was resting against the man's rib cage under his right arm, with her knee 
bent to be comfortable. Now hip face had total access to her love-pink cunt. 
Resting his cheek on her slender inner thigh, he was able to stare at the 
female organ in all its naked beauty with no hair to hide its lusciousness, 
reaching forward, he used thumb and forefinger to spread her cuntlips apart 
so that the adorable coral blush was even more exposed. This time there was 
no hymen inside. This time she was ready for anything his heart desired. At 
the moment, he desired to taste her, and taste her he did, his tongue 
leaping out and making searing contact with her extended clitoris. "Aaa 
aahhhh hhuuuu uuunnn ngg! Ohh hhhhhh ... Andrewwwwww...." she gasped. Then, 
in order to make him think he was definitely responsible for this, she 
gasped, "Are you sure this is what you ... uhhh ... want to do?" 

"Shut up and let me do as I please," he snapped, his words sending a burst 
of hot air over the clitoris he had just licked. 

For any female, the first time a tongue touches her clitoris is definitely 
an electric moment in her life. She felt stung, yet alive with sensation, 
and the depth of her carnal desire became more and more powerful, she didn't 
think anything would ever again feel quite as wonderful as the way he had 
used his tongue on her. The sensations streaking through her were lewd and 
obscene, and definitely wonderful. His tongue flicked out again, like a 
little whip, and it began beating regularly against her clitoris, making her 
shudder with unutterable delight. The wet softness of it was a lash of 
heated pleasure, and she was aware of heavy quantities of oil pouring from 
her internal self that much more quickly. 

Pushing his face closer to her soddenly dripping coral slash of flesh, 
Andrew used his lips to suck her clitoris into his mouth, and then actually 
nibbled on it lightly with the edges of his teeth. He felt and heard the 
continued mewling response of the lovely young blonde, and this drove him to 
do more and more with his tongue. Drawing back just a little, he flattened 
his tongue out and ran it up and down the entire coral trough of her 
tantalizing vagina, ignoring for the moment the quivering clitoris. Then he 
bypassed her vaginal opening and let his tongue leap into her asshole. He 
had washed her out there himself, when they had been in the shower. Not that 
it had been necessary. She seemed to know all there was to know about 
keeping herself inwardly clean. 

Icy lightning shot up Jo Ann's spine as his tongue probed all the more 
deeply into her anus, and just when she thought she wouldn't be able to take 
it any, longer, he yanked his tongue out and plunged it back into her 
vaginal sump. The tongue flicked in and out, stopping only on each out-flick 
to touch her clitoris. 

As if she were totally controlled by his tongue, the lovely blonde started 
unconsciously grinding her tender young loins all the more tightly against 
his face. As far as he was concerned, he had her where he wanted her. Her 
pussy was now under the control of his tongue. 

Licking lightly at the vaginal opening, he moved one of his hands against 
her small round buttocks, probing with a forefinger until it rested against 
the little prune-like pucker he had recently licked. Slowly, carefully, 
gently, he worked his finger in a circle, pushing it deeper and deeper while 
his warm, wet tongue seemingly corkscrewed its way into her seething young 
pussy. 

"Aaaahh hhhhhu uuuuuu unnnnn nggghh hhh!" the lovely lissome girl gasped, 
panting for breath. "Yes, yes, yes, Andrew! Uuuuunnnnngggg!" By now she was 
completely absorbed by the tonguing of her vagina, and she was almost 
totally unaware of the finger prodding her asshole. She felt the finger 
pressing against the forbidden little entrance to her anus, but at the 
moment all it did was add to the pleasure she was feeling bursting through 
her quivering body. His tongue seemed to unroll and plunge itself all the 
way into her vaginal sheath, causing her to twirl her vagina around and 
around, and at the same time push her ass lower and lower on the forefinger 
impaling it. It was a slender snake invading her rectal tunnel, but it felt 
good. 

"Ooo oooooo oonnnn nnnnhh hhhh! God dddduuuhhhhh!" Jo Ann gasped, and she 
began grinding her lovely hips in maddening circles, pushing her cunt 
forward to feel more and more of the tongue, then shoving her ass back to 
continue feeling the finger. 

Andrew drove his tongue in and out of her sumptuous slash, drinking all the 
fluids pouring out of her, but the more he drank, the more she managed to 
produce. The scent and taste of her vaginal juices made his mind whirl with 
uncontrolled passion, and he thought again how it had felt so good when her 
hot little mouth had enclosed his penis between its lips. 

Driving his oral organ in and out with greater speed than ever, he decided 
from the way she was bucking that she was definitely ready. He moved his 
hips closer and closer to her lovely face. Her lips were slightly parted, as 
she felt ecstasy permeate every little part of her being. He knew she 
wouldn't have to be told to take it into her mouth. She had sucked it once 
before, and considering the example he was setting by probing into her with 
his tongue, Andrew was certain the lovely blonde would comply. 

Before Jo Ann was able to do anything, her orgasm was upon her. Blast after 
blast of hot oil came from her cunt and splashed in Andrew's face as his 
tongue worked assiduously at her seething cunt. As before, she climaxed 
silently, shuddering with delight. 

Andrew seemed exhausted from having done all the work, and for a moment he 
rolled away from her cunt. Jo Ann, not totally satisfied, wanted to leap up 
and sit on his face and rub her pussy into his mouth. But she knew that 
would be pressing things a bit too far. No! She had to make Andrew believe 
he was still in? control. 

He lay on his back with his penis standing straight up in the air, the thick 
slit oozing drops of oil. The thick head glowed a bright lavender in the 
room's dim light, and the penis looked even longer and thicker than it had 
appeared earlier. But the difference this time was that Jo Ann wanted it. 
Still, she had to make the man, think she was doing this because he ordered 
her. 

Andrew's hand reached out and took Jo Ann's. He yanked her toward him, then 
gripped her nape with one hand and pushed her face toward his cock. As far 
as he was concerned, this damn bitch owed him a cocksucking, and he wasn't 
going to stop until he fired every last bit of joy juice down her slenderly 
lovely gullet. 

Satisfied that Andrew believed himself in control of everything, Jo Ann 
abruptly opened her mouth, once again running her wet tongue over her lips 
to moisten them. Then she flicked her tongue against the penile head, 
washing the rich purple of it. 

For an instant the whole scene seemed like something insane in the 
little-girl part of her mind, the part that still remembered cookies and 
lollipops and candy and ice cream. But the more she licked, the more she 
understood that this particular lollipop was far superior to anything made 
in a candy factory. 

Andrew's massively swollen rod was growing and swelling even larger under 
the constant ministrations of her loving tongue. She moved her head so that 
the penile point was aimed straight in, then she closed her lips tenderly 
around the head as she moved her mouth forward. She started sucking and 
licking as if it were an all-day sucker, though she giggled at the thought. 
In this case it might turn out to be an all-night sucker. One of her hands 
gripped the lower part of the stanchion and was jerking it up and down in 
rhythm to the way her mouth was constantly sucking. 

Now the time had come to suck in earnest. Each time her head dipped a little 
lower, she took the littlest bit more cock into her sucking mouth. Down, up, 
down, up, and each time she went down, more of it went inside. Soon she was 
engulfing almost all of it, the head poking into her throat an inch, then 
two inches, then three inches. To Andrew, it looked as if she were intent on 
taking it into her belly. 

Her left hand began massaging the resilient wrinkled sac containing his 
balls, but massaging gently, tenderly, carefully. The more she did these 
things, the more she learned all by herself, and the more she wanted to 
know. Soon she found herself caught up in an intense rhythm that caused her 
vagina to expand and contract. Oils began to once again seep from her 
vagina, and she knew she needed more of his tongue, so she moved until her 
cunt was straddling his face. 

Andrew found he didn't have to lift his face even a little, as the lovely 
slender young blonde girl spread her thighs as wide as possible on either 
side of his head until his anxious mouth once again pressed against the 
soft, sumptuous slickness of her velvety interior. Without the least little 
bit of hesitation his tongue leaped out and whipped into the frothy little 
pink slash, and the lovely girl's tightly rounded buttocks wriggled 
sensuously in response to the pleasure she was feeling. He reached around 
the solidity of her tender thighs with both his arms and began probing with 
seeking fingers into the narrow crevice of her smooth, rounded buttocks. 
Digging in, he slowly tugged the soft twin globes gently apart as though to 
gain better access for his flicking snake-like tongue. Jo Ann felt a 
chilling shudder charge insanely up her slender spine as the tiny brownie of 
her anus was exposed to the man's lusting eyes. Andrew stared at the brown 
pucker, and at the pink flesh beyond the crinkle itself as her sphincter 
seemingly expanded and contracted with her breathing in the dim light of the 
room. As he gazed at the tantalizing little pucker, Andrew's tongue 
continued to automatically lick in and out of the tightly clutching swamp of 
the beautiful young girl's narrow vagina. He made a loud, wet sluicing sound 
as his tongue thrust its way all the way into the narrowly palpitating 
center leading to her womb. The beautiful blonde inwardly groaned, feeling 
delightful searing sensations, thrilling to the pressures of his lips. Her 
cousin certainly knew how to use his tongue. 

Jo Ann was moaning, the sounds coming from the depths of her throat as her 
lips remained tightly clamped around the immensely thick and rigid length of 
flesh and blood protruding from the man's groin. She sucked harder and 
harder, a passion in her belly mounting and enlarging, feeling equally 
aroused at sucking as she was because of the pressure of the man's mouth 
delving into her sodden depths. It was as if the two had become welded 
together in this soixanteneuf position, and both of them were leaping around 
as if the mattress was hot metal that burned their flesh. The two insanely 
bucked their hips back and forth, driving their genitals at the other's 
mouth, each making loud, obscene sucking sounds. 

Jo Ann felt her belly burning as never before. She no longer thought about 
what was right and what was wrong as her belly burned with continually 
renewed passion while experiencing thrills she had never known to exist. She 
had her thighs spread as widely as possible, humping her cunt back and forth 
against her cousin's mouth, and her small breasts because she was the one on 
top, dangled down the littlest bit so that r her nipples grazed the man's 
belly. She quivered when his hands moved from her buttocks and forced their 
way between the two bodies in order to roll her nipples between his fingers. 
It was as if he was testing her to see just how totally real her passion 
was. He was apparently more than satisfied with the way she reacted. 

Jo Ann's head began bobbing up and down of its own volition, as if this was 
the most natural thing in the world to do. Her mouth sucked the huge cock 
all the way into her throat at the downstroke, and then her lips pulled back 
to the corona on the upstroke. Her oral grip on the huge cock was like that 
of a leech, her mouth moving with ever swifter strokes as she continued 
grinding her tight little asscheeks wildly around in small, anxious circles, 
thrilling to the wet lashing of the man's constantly probing tongue. He was 
flicking his lingual length into the narrowly wet culvert of her cunt as if 
he were a starved tomcat lapping at honeyed milk draining from a magic 
cornucopia. His fingers continued probing into the tightly puckered ring of 
flesh around the narrow entrance to her rectal interior. The lovely girl, as 
if sensing what he wanted, wriggled her rounded asscheeks back against his 
fingers as if obeying an unspoken request. She was astonished when the man 
suddenly probed with one finger, sinking it into the narrow depths of her 
rectum. 

Gripping her asscheeks with his both hands, the handsome man tugged her cunt 
away from his mouth, and said, "I want to fuck this tight little asshole of 
yours, Jo Ann." 

Before she was aware of what he was doing, he had pulled his cock from her 
mouth with such force, her scraping teeth had almost taken off an outer 
layer of skin. But she let him arrange her body, keeping her face-down, with 
her buttocks lifted high in the air. His finger once again delved into her 
rectal opening, and she shivered, knowing how much thicker his cock was. He 
added a second finger after moistening it with the juices from her seething 
pussy. Little by little her tight anus opened wider and wider. For such a 
tiny girl she was just about five feet tall and considering she had such a 
taut pussy, it was amazing how elastic her rectum appeared. The tiny hole 
was stretched as his fingers probed deeper and deeper, and, at Andrew's 
instructions, Jo Ann reached behind her and pulled on her buttocks, forcing 
the cheeks wide, offering him easy access to her rectal innards. 

She ought to have been terrified, horrified, but for some reason, Jo Ann no 
longer felt afraid. No matter what he did to her, it didn't seem to matter, 
because each time, he brought her a certain amount of rapturous pleasure. 
His tongue in her vagina and anus had sent vibrant chills charging through 
her shuddering form. His cock, even though stretching her vaginal walls 
tremendously and tearing out her hymen, had brought her to a fabulous 
conclusion. She was certain that even if he carried out his threat to fit 
that monstrous cock of his into the narrow pucker of her asshole, she would 
feel something good even if it meant feeling more initial pain. 

When he pulled his two fingers from her rectum, Andrew leaned forward and 
once more stabbed his tongue inside, filling it with his saliva in order to 
lubricate the way. Jo Ann, suddenly impatient, wanting to find out more and 
more about sex, aching to learn all there was to know, becoming a sexual 
glutton, gasped, "Don't waste time! Do it! Do it!" 

Andrew should have been smiling and happy. He had conquered her, made her 
his thrall, his slave, and yet, for some reason her attitude seemed to take 
all the pleasure of revenge away. More powerful than revenge at this moment 
was his desire to penetrate that asshole of hers. He had never fucked the 
asshole of such a young female, and he assumed she had to be tighter than 
any other asshole he had fucked. 

Carefully placing the blood-filled tip of his prick against the narrow 
little aperture, he allowed it to rest there for a moment, letting her 
realize how much larger the bloated head felt against the so-much-narrower 
hole of her ass. The head of his cock was a richer, deeper purple than it 
had ever been, pulsating eagerly between the shining white cheeks of her 
lovely ass. He was panting heavily, his entire body twisting with lusting 
passion, but he held back a moment longer, possibly to try tormenting Jo Ann 
a little more, or to merely savor the thrill of her heated inner flesh 
expanding against the blunted end of his penile tip. 

"Come one, shove your cock into me, Andrew," she insisted. "I can take it! I 
know I can! If you're doing this to me, then you've done it to others. That 
being the case, if they were able to handle it, I'm better than they are. 
You know you want to do it, Andrew. What's more, I want you to do it!" Her 
voice was flooded with passionate pleading. 

Jo Ann was squirming in her bent-over position, desperately doing her best 
to actually press the opening of her ass against the thick head of his 
monstrous cock. Andrew was gripping her tightly by her hips, and without 
realizing it, he found himself responding to her request suddenly and 
violently. She would have been forced to fall face-down on the mattress had 
he not been tightly gripping her lovely, girlish hips. He thrust as hard as 
he was able, once again certain the best way to do this was to fill her 
rectal tunnel with all his hard cock and then let it expand. He ground into 
her with terrifying force, and Jo Ann felt her back channel widen as never 
before, causing unexpected momentary pain. 

"Aaaaaaiiilyyyyyeeeeaaaaggghhhh!" she shrieked, her scream drowning out the 
man's gasp of pleasure as the long penis probed its way ever deeper into the 
narrowly tight, resisting clutch of her rectum. 

Pain filled her so totally, her head swam and her mind almost blacked out. 
How she managed to retain her consciousness was something Jo Ann would never 
know. Her mouth was mumbling all kinds of obscenities, spiting out words she 
wouldn't have even thought of two days earlier. 

He waited, letting her ass-channel become accustomed to his thickness, and 
as he had expected, her rectal tube slowly began to adjust to his breadth. 
She panted, noting her body was covered with a cold sweat, and then little 
by little the agony subsided into mere discomfort, which, in turn gave way 
to pleasure, because his cock was so thick, it was touching nerve-endings in 
her rear that had never been stimulated before. 

"Now!" she gasped. "Do it!" 

He began rapidly plunging his long, tan cock in and out of her squeezing 
rectal tunnel at terrifying speed. Each time he drove forward, Jo Ann felt 
her rectum and the lower part of her colon take the full length of the 
massive penis. She knew he was all the way in when his hairy groin pressed 
against her rounded, smooth asscheeks, flattening them. His balls swung 
forward with such force, they slapped against her vagina, hitting her 
clitoris and stimulating it, as well. 

Jo Ann was at a loss to explain just why she was enjoying all this, but she 
did know, the faster he pumped, the more intensely she felt the thrills 
invading her. They were near the peak of frenzy now, he, shuttling in and 
out like a madman, like a savage beast gone insane with lust, while Jo Ann's 
head whipped right and left, her expression one of pure lusting ecstasy. 

"Harrrrder! Fasssster! Morrre! Deeeeper! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" Jo Ann 
gasped, and she realized that the more she did these things, the more she 
wanted to continue doing these things. She was lost in a daze of passion 
that totally overpowered her. Added to everything else was the pressure of 
his fingers, reaching around and massaging her clitoris as his balls kept 
swinging back and forth against her soft cuntal lips. God! It was 
incredible! Unbelievable! 

She was completely absorbed in what was happening to her, and realized her 
cousin was giving her an education superior to anything she might have 
received from some groping boys her own age who would be taking her out in 
the near future. In fact, her cousin was such an expert at all this, she was 
certain he surpassed her own father, so that by now, Jo Ann had a idea that 
young and inexperienced as she was, she still knew more about sex than her 
own mother. 

Tight walls in her cunt clamped against each other, empty for the moment and 
crying to be filled as his cock ravaged her asshole. Erotic stimulation had 
reached its peak, and every muscle in her shuddering body was seized by a 
tautness as she hung for a moment in time on the knifeedge of ultimate 
release. Then her body was seized by an overpowering, rippling spasm. 

"AAAAAIIIIIIA AAAAAG GGGGGH HHHAAA AANNNG GGGGGH HHHAAA IIIIII YYYYYY AAAAAG 
GGGGGH HHHHHH UUUUUG GGGHHH HHAAAA GGGGGH HHH!" she screamed, and her cunt 
contracted again and again, spitting out heavy spurts of lubrication onto 
the mattress while the thrills went rampaging through her rectum. 

Then, as if to enhance what she was feeling, she became aware of Andrew's 
hot seed spurting into her anal depths, flooding her, touching off something 
else inside her as he bellowed out a loud, "GGGGGG GHH HHH HHHWWW WWW AAA 
AARRRR GGGGGH HHHHHG HHHAAA AAAGGG GGHHHH AAA AAG GGHHHA HHHAAA WWWWWW 
WWA-AAA GGGHHH HUUUUUN NNNGGG GGHHHH AAAAAG GGGHHH HHH!" 

Shot after shot flooded her rectum, splashing into her colon, and he stayed 
inside her a long, long time. Only after his penis had totally deflated was 
he able to pull out of her. Then he fell onto the bed beside her, and he was 
asleep in an instant. 

Jo Ann smiled, knowing she was no longer his prisoner. He was hers. 

 CHAPTER SIX 

Her body still tingled with the pleasure she had enjoyed those two weeks 
with Andrew. Pleasure hadn't been limited to simple sexual encounters 
between the two of them. Pleasure had consisted of consolidating her hold on 
Andrew, exercising her power slowly, meticulously. All the while she had him 
thinking he was the one in control. Young as she was, her mind was quick, 
and she realized the odds were greatly against finding another man she would 
be able to control as much as she did Andrew. Perhaps what had made it all 
so intriguing was his hidden desire to be controlled by her. His mother had 
always had a tight rein on him, and even his stepfather had been strong with 
him when he had been younger. Andrew had been permitted to make his own 
decisions only after his stepfather had died. He always made wrong 
decisions. He'd had no one to guide him and straighten him out, and as a 
result, he had often been forced to live with those wrong decisions. Perhaps 
the first right decision in his personal life had been to attempt his 
domination of Jo Ann. Now she had slowly turned the tables, and in the end 
had completely controlled him. He would be just right for her for the rest 
of her life, and what was more, she knew he accepted her as being the 
perfect mate for him. But they had to wait until she finished high school 
and was old enough to marry. 

A week had gone by. Andrew had fucked her every day and every night, 
sometimes in her cunt, sometimes in her ass, and occasionally in her mouth. 
She had let him initiate all the action between them in order to make him 
think he was calling all the shots. But though sex was a lot of fun, it 
wasn't something two people did on a full-time basis every hour of every day 
of their lives. It had its place, but when sex became a little tiring, Jo 
Ann felt she wanted to go out. More, she wanted to go to the big city and 
see all the imagine plays she had heard her parents often discuss. Once, for 
her birthday, they had taken her to the city to see a popular musical, and 
she had loved it. But it had been oriented toward children. Though she was 
still a little way away from being totally grown up, she felt she wanted to 
see an adult play. 

Early Monday morning, Jo Ann took a long shower, making sure she smelled 
nice all over. For once, sex play between herself and Andrew would not be 
initiated by him, though he would think so. 

She found him in his bedroom, half asleep. He had fucked her three times the 
night before, and so had fallen into a stupor the rest of the time. The fact 
that he was half-awake now, and sporting the beginning of an erection, told 
Jo Ann that the more he had of her, the more he wanted her. 

Sliding into bed beside him, she cupped his face in her hands and lightly 
kissed his mouth. 

"Andrew," she meekly murmured. "Do you think you might consider taking me 
out today?" 

"No chance," he smirked. "I take you out, and the first opportunity you get, 
you'll run off and leave me." 

"Think about it," she murmured, kissing him softly again, rubbing her 
slenderly sinuous body against his hard, masculine form. "Where would I go? 
I don't know how to get back to where I live with my parents. They brought 
me here by car. I don't have money for a train. All I want is for you to 
take me out so we can enjoy everything together. I mean, I know I'm your 
slave here in the house. But wouldn't it be even nicer to have me as your 
slave for the whole world to see?" 

"You'd have me thrown into prison wouldn't you?" he snarled. 

"Gee, who'd believe me?" she asked. "I mean, you already told me you have 
friends who would swear I did things with them, as well. All I'd be doing is 
calling attention to myself as some kind of tramp. My parents would be 
horrified." 

Her mouth lowered itself to his again, and she automatically accepted his 
sinuously probing tongue into a mouth she had sweetened with mouthwash, 
while at the same time she spread her slender young thighs and then clamped 
them tightly together as she captured his upstanding jack staff in the soft, 
fleshy snare formed by her cunt and her legs. The penis's length lay solidly 
against the naked pink flesh of her already wet and oily vagina. 

"Please?" she mumbled into his mouth as he flexed his hips the littlest bit, 
rubbing the thick base of his . pulsating penis against the throbbing, 
vibrant pellet of her already extended clitoris. 

Jo Ann submerged herself into what she was doing, feeling the hardness of 
his chest against the sensitive buds of her erect little nipples, nipples 
attached to breasts that seemed to have grown just a little, either because 
they were intended to continue growing, or because of the continual manual 
and oral stimulation 'which might have caused them to enlarge a little ahead 
of time. In any case, she rotated her chest around and around in tiny little 
circles, at the same time rubbing her fulcrum back and forth against the 
underside of his pulsating cock, enjoying the sensations he automatically 
induced in her. He was exceedingly tantalizing. The more she was with him, 
the more her breasts felt sensitivity. 

The man's oversized hands roamed carelessly up and down her slender back, 
always taking the time to stop when they touched the rounded protuberant 
globes of her asscheeks as he cupped them, pinched them, and smoothly 
massaged them, making ridges of her silky feminine flesh ooze like white 
cream through his strong fingers. 

A few more moments passed and he felt her ripely naked loins undulating 
against his penis, countering his own movements as she began sliding her 
wetly hot pussy up and down the rock-hard solidity of his throbbing shaft. 
God! Her cunt felt good! So did her ass, and so did her mouth. He always 
loved to have her suck him a little before fucking her. 

Breaking the strong kiss, he mumbled to her in a voice filled with passion, 
"Go down on me, you beautiful girl, you. I love to see that girlish face of 
yours stuffed with my cock." 

It sounded like a command, yet the tone in his voice told Jo Ann it was a 
request. It was by granting his requests that she had him more and more 
certainly under her command. 

She slithered nakedly against his strong body, kissing her way down, raining 
her lips on his throat, then kissing his small brown masculine nipples, 
tonguing them the same way he had always mouthed hers. From the way he 
squirmed, it was obvious Andrew enjoyed her oral attentions, even enjoying 
the way the tip of her nose rubbed against his skin as she licked him. It 
was a small-enough favor for the total satisfaction he gave her each time he 
fucked her. No matter where he fucked her, she always came, usually twice to 
one of his. From some magazines she had found in her aunt's room, she had 
discovered that many women never had even one orgasm, and the great majority 
only had occasional climaxes. It never occurred to her that her ability to 
attain orgasm had to do with her own inner workings. She was certain Andrew 
and his meticulous way of tonguing and fucking her was the reason for it. 

Andrew moaned his satisfaction with her as she kneeled subserviently so that 
her small breasts dangled down like fruit ripening on the vine, not quit 
ready to be picked, but succulent enough to be taste while still growing. 
She was between his widespread legs. Her hand reached out and gripped the 
lust-thickened shaft of his pulsing cock, and her other hand automatically 
pushed itself under his testicles, caressing them, knowing how 
ultra-sensitive he was down there. 

In spite of the erotic sensations invading her body, her mind was on other 
things, already planning where they would go when he finally took her out. 
She would make him buy her things, like nice dresses and not those school 
girlish outfits her parents always made her wear. Instead of shortie 
pajamas, she wanted a shortie nightgown with lace panties in order to 
tantalize him even more. 

Her mouth worked automatically, her lips sucking on one of his egg-sized 
testicles, pulling it into the soft warmth of her tantalizing mouth as she 
gently washed his scrotum with her tongue again and again. She did these 
added little things instinctively, without having to be told. Her continual 
expansion of sexual performance without his instructing her constantly 
amazed Andrew. 

His hand drifted down to her honey blonde hair to smooth and caress it. In 
the next few minutes she had sucked on his other sperm-swollen testicle. The 
pressure of her hot little mouth working on his balls made him gasp with 
uncontrolled ecstasy. Jesus! She was good! Too good to lose. Somehow, when 
the summer as over, he had to find a way to keep on seeing her. Then she was 
licking his perineum, her tongue a pink little probe that flicked back along 
the ultra-sensitive flesh behind his wrinkled scrotum sac until he was wetly 
nudging her tongue-tip into the sensitively puckered ring of his anus. Like 
herself, he was meticulous in the way her kept himself clean. He moaned and 
writhed under the charge of electricity that went shooting through him. His 
cock began throbbing and lurching involuntarily, and he knew if she kept it 
up, he would shoot a load into mid-air. 

"That's enough, Jo Ann," he gasped. 

His hands on her lovely blonde head pulled her wetly probing oral organ away 
from him down there as he guided her puckered lips to the top of his staff, 
noting how the purple head pulsated maddeningly as its unseeing eye "stared" 
at her oncoming lips. Before she slipped the head into her mouth, she 
gasped. "Like? 

"You damn well know I did, you witch!" he muttered. "You have a mouth on you 
that's better than any ten other female mouths I've ever known. What you did 
really made my cock come to attention." 

"Ummmmmm ... hmmmmmmm!" she mumble! unintelligibly as her tantalizingly 
sensuous lips ovaled and slowly slid down over the heatedly pulsing head of 
his throbbing penis. Her wet little tongue began to automatically swirl 
around and around the smooth, satiny flesh. One hand tightly gripped the 
length of his thick shaft while her other hand lightly caressed his balls, 
grazing them ever so gently with her fingernails. Every now and again her 
middle finger reached back and pressed itself against the pucker of his 
asshole, probing inside, letting him know what it was like to some extent to 
have his asshole penetrated. She had learned her lessons well from her 
cousin, and now, with flourishes of her own, she was deftly paying him back 
"in his own coin." 

Now, as he signaled with his hands on her head rocking it up and down, she 
began bobbing, and little by little she found herself absorbing more and 
more of the immense tower, sucking in more of its enormous breadth, tugging 
it not only into her sucking mouth, but into a gullet that had widened with 
practice so that she was able to take all of it without the least bit of 
strangulation. 

Andrew watched her cheeks hollow and bloat with the exertion of her sucking 
pressure, enjoying the delightfully lurid sight of her wetly ovaled girlish 
lips slurping so lasciviously up and down the thick trunk of his phallus. He 
was constantly amazed that such a tiny mouth was capable of engulfing all of 
him. 

Tiny pink glistening flanges of the tender inner flesh of her tantalizing 
lips pulled out on the upstroke of her constantly bobbing young head, then 
folded right back in on themselves as her mouth came down in a 
cock-absorbing deep suck. He watched her, knowing he was responsible for 
having initiated her into this, teaching her his way, and as a result, 
attuning her to himself better than any other woman he had ever known. God! 
He needed her! He wondered how he would be able to give her up when she went 
back to her parents in the fall. Not that she lived that far away. But would 
her parents countenance her going out with him? He knew they had always 
liked him, in spite of his previous inner feeling of hate for the Coles and 
anyone related to them even by marriage. But did they like him enough to 
trust him to date their laughter. The idea of her doing something like this 
with some pimple-faced boy in school made him shudder with anger. No, damn 
it! Her mouth, her cunt, and her asshole all belonged to him. Somehow, in 
some way, he would find a way to keep on seeing her, even if it was without 
her parents knowing about it. Still uncertain about the way she felt about 
him, still thinking he might be afraid of him, only doing this to keep him 
from hurting her, he would threaten her with exposure if she didn't go on 
seeing him. Yes, that was it. 

Involuntarily his hips were working up and down as he smiled at the idea 
that he would soon have her totally conquered. His asscheeks flexed in time 
to the movement of his thighs, countering her voraciously sucking lips, and 
he knew he had damn well better stop here and now, or he would pop his load 
down her throat. At the moment, all he had was one load. She had so drained 
him the previous night, once he shot this one off, he would be limp until 
the evening. What little sperm he did have to offer, he wanted to shoot into 
her cunt. 

With rough hands he tangled his fingers in the long straight blondeness of 
her lovely hair and yanked her beautiful face up and off, seeing her wetly 
puckered lips still sensuously coated with his seminal oils. God! She looked 
so stunningly beautiful! 

"Come up here," he growled at her. "It's time you did a little fucking for a 
change. You do the riding." 

Jo Ann smiled at him, her radiant eyes shining with the salaciousness that 
burned deep inside her. She loved it when she was the one on top controlling 
the action. It made her feel as if the cock was part of her and she was 
using it on him. She crawled sinuously up on him until she was straddling 
him. Andrew gripped her lovely hips and said, "No, not this way. I want you 
to face the other way so I can look at your ass while fucking your cunt." 

It didn't matter that much to Jo Ann. No matter which way she faced, she was 
still the woman on top and she liked that position because it also made it 
easier for her to control just how deep she would let his cock sink into 
her. Shrugging, she swiveled around pressing her buttocks into his belly for 
a moment. Then she leaned forward against his nakedly drawn-up knees, 
sliding her buttocks closer to his groin before putting weight on her own 
knees. Reaching behind her, she gripped the massive lighthouse-shaped pillar 
and guided the massively swollen head to the tantalizing lips of her vagina. 
Gently, carefully, she rocked back slowly on his salaciously stiffened 
shaft, permitting its hotly pulsing thickness to slide into the clinginess 
of her vaginal sheath with slow deliberation. 

"Ahhhhh ... hhh hhuuuu uuhhhh hhhnnn hhh!" she sighed, a sight of total 
contentment as her narrowness, a narrowness that would never really change, 
expanded itself just enough to comfortably ingest the phallic plunderer. 
Every last little bit of the organ slid into her. "There we are," she 
sighed. She leaned forward so that her petite young arms encircled his 
upstanding knees, giving her something against which to lean. She pressed 
her breasts into his lower thighs as she hugged his knees. Meanwhile, 
Andrew's hands roamed over her back. 

His searching fingers wandered all over her smooth, silken flesh, feeling 
how tantalizingly unblemished she was, even now, as a teenager, when most 
kids her age suffered with some form of acne. His hands slid down her back 
and filled themselves with her buttocks, holding her from underneath and 
lifting her a little. As he relaxed, allowing her to sink back down on his 
wetly glistening shaft, he flexed his hips upward at the same time to drive 
his now-demanding cock even deeper into her eagerly throbbing vagina. 

Jesus Christ! It was absolutely wonderful! As far as Jo Ann was concerned, 
she loved to feel the length and hardness of him filling her each time. She 
loved every throbbing lurch of it, every last centimeter of it as it filled 
and re-filled her time and time again. 

Like almost all people, she was curious now how another sexual encounter 
would feel one with someone else. He had threatened her with his friends, 
but so far had made no move to invite any of them over. She had to feel the 
other Denises, to compare, to make certain what she felt for her cousin 
wasn't purely sexual. After all, if she liked any of the other men better, 
why should she restrict her cunt to Andrew? Then she'd go on a fucking 
spree, especially when she got back home and went back to school. There were 
probably a whole bunch of seniors with big cocks who would be more than 
willing to fuck her. No! No, that was out. She remembered how those boys 
loved to talk, and soon her name would be spread around school. No! No boys! 
Just men! But first she had to find out if she was in love with sex, or in 
love with her cousin. 

Taking her cue from the way he was moving, she began rocking back and forth, 
back and forth, sliding her wildly responding hot cunt on his rock-hard pole 
of male flesh as if she were riding a fireman's pole. She had started out 
slowly, then began picking up speed, moving faster and faster, becoming more 
and more wildly wanton, aching to once again scale the heights of ecstatic 
satisfaction as rapturous thrills charge uncontrollably through her 
quivering body. She found herself posting on the cock, as skilled a 
horsewoman as any female in the world would ride a galloping horse, slamming 
her nakedly rounded buttocks solidly against the man's abdomen in order to 
absorb the entire length of his thickly expanded phallus. Each time she rode 
up, she rode to the crest of his cock, feeling the flange of his corona 
scrape against all her tightly closing walls. Once up there, she would stay 
poised for a second, letting him see his cock locked between her love-lips 
before once again slamming solidly down on him. 

Behind and beneath her, the handsome, dark-haired Andrew gripped and tweaked 
the cheeks of her lovely buttocks, his hands working like a cruel goad, 
while at the same time he slammed his own hips into the mattress in order to 
give him the drive he needed to slam upward to meet her downward stroke. 
Each upward drive made him feel his cock was being enveloped in the heated 
pocket of her seething pussy with more and more demanding urgency. 

Faster and faster, the beautiful young blonde girl continued riding her 
cousin's cock while clinging to his knees as if for salvation, thinking of 
herself as riding one of those mechanical Brahma bulls. Her breathing was 
uncontrolled, and she gasped and panted, her head rolling around and around, 
swishing her lovely blonde hair this way and that, letting it flair across 
her lovely white shoulders. She wanted to go on riding into the sunset, 
hoping this would never end. But even as she wanted this, her body sensed 
the explosive orgasm building too rapidly to be denied. He knew how to make 
her come more quickly each time, and as usual, the oncoming climax felt far 
more powerful than any of the previous ones she had enjoyed. 

"OHH HHH ... GODD DDD!" she screamed. "IIII'MMMM ... THERRRRE ... III'MMM 
... UUU-UUM MMMHHH HHH ... COMMMMMI MMMIIIII NNNNNN GGGGGG ... YYY YYAAAAN 
NNN-GGG GGGHHH UUUUU NNNNNN GGGHHH HHHAAA AAG GGG HHH!" 

With a final squatting thrust, she convulsed spasmodically and clasped her 
arms all the more tightly around the man's up-thrust knees as her wildly 
delirious climax rampaged uncontrolled through her shuddering body. 

Andrew, beneath her, was very close to his own release. But as her orgasm 
overwhelmed Jo Ann, she stopped moving for a moment, and as a result stopped 
her cuntal massage of his hard cock. He had to do something in a hurry or 
feel a certain suffering. 

He quickly straightened out his legs, and the lovely blonde found herself 
falling forward. He pushed her off him for a moment and brought her up on 
her knees as he had done when he had fucked her lovely ass. But this time 
when his strong hands gripped her hips, he sank his cock right back into the 
sticky wetness of her sucking cunt. He was desperate in his need for a 
climax. Though he had fired uncounted spurts into her cunt with previous 
orgasms, there was something so special about this womanly girl that Andrew 
felt he had to have more. By now, he knew she was the one female in the 
whole world of whom he would never get too tired. 

He slammed his cock achingly into the wet pink slit of her teeming pussy, 
rocking it back and forth, in and out, paying no attention to her muffled 
moans, not realizing she was gasping with delight for he was building her to 
yet another orgasm with the intensity of his hard strokes. He was like some 
insane wild bull fucking madly into her, intent on coming. 

"Jo Ann, Jo Ann, Jo Ann!" he gasped, calling out her name repeatedly, in 
love with it as much as he was in love with her. "Your hot cunt is like 
steaming velvet and I love it!" 

Overpoweringly, drivingly, he continued goring her with his flesh-horn, his 
cock fucking into her tightly squeezing cunt with an insane determination, 
his powerful thrusts jarring her kneeling young body with flesh-slapping, 
bone-crushing cruelty. After several continuous moments of this, he felt his 
orgasm welling up inside him, searing his urethra like acid as it traveled 
madly through the twitching phallus. The organ was so swollen with blood, it 
felt ready to crack in a dozen places. Hot sperm raced the full length of 
his cock and then spewed from the tip of his jerking rod, spouting into her 
narrow container, a container with walls that reacted like an automatic 
milking machine, pulling, tugging, and sucking. 

"HHHHHA AAAAUUU UUUAAA AAAAGGG GGHHHH UUUUUN NNNNNG GGGHHH AAA-GGG AAARRR 
GGG GGH HHUUUU NNNGGG GGG HHHWWW AAAGGG GGHHHH!" he bellowed as he came, 
wildly pumping his phallic length into her tight little pussy again and 
again. 

He kept it in there until it wilted, and only then did her pull it out. Much 
to his surprise, she turned around and began licking him clean. Jo Ann did 
it because she had cultivated a taste for sperm in the last week, but Andrew 
thought she was doing it out of subservience to him, and his ego inflated 
all the more. 

When she was finished, he said, "Well, maybe you're right. Maybe it might be 
a good idea for us to go into the city. But the shows don't start until the 
evening." 

"Well," she whispered coquettishly, "we might go shopping and find some nice 
little things for me to wear around the house to make me look even better 
for you." 

"We might," he agreed. 

 CHAPTER SEVEN 

Not that everything had gone smoothly those two weeks for Jo Ann once she 
had convinced her cousin to take her out. The course of true love never runs 
smooth, and she was quick to discover it was even more true in her own case. 
After all, Jo Ann was just a teenager, not quite in her middle teens in 
fact. Considering her age, she had done an exceptional job of gaining a 
certain amount of control over a man nearly ten years older than herself. 

Andrew, she had recalled, was extremely jealous of her, but had tried to 
make her understand than whereas her cunt belonged solely to him, either to 
use or give away as he wished, his cock was still his to use any way he so 
desired. But, as usual, it wasn't totally Andrew's fault. After all, Andrew 
was so easily controlled. 

No, the fault lay with a black-haired girl named Liz. Liz was a mulatto, and 
she had been trying to climb "higher" on the racial ladder by convincing a 
white man to marry her. Her methods of convincing were quite good, and at 
one point she and Andrew had been an item. 

Jo Ann had grown up in an upper-class neighborhood that had been racially 
integrated as long as she had been able to remember. She had played with the 
kids on the block, never once thinking in terms of white being better than 
black or mulatto being better or worse than either black or white. If there 
was any kind of segregation at all in Jo Ann's neighborhood it was financial 
segregation. The black people were as wealthy as the white, which meant they 
were wealthier than the majority of other people in the surrounding area, 
black or white. 

Had Jo Ann been a clever woman, there was every possibility her cleverness 
might have lost her Andrew. The one thing that had finally convinced him 
that she was more sensuous and arousing than Liz had nothing to do with 
intelligence, wiliness, cleverness, or sexual radiance. It was her pure 
innocence. It was this innocence that had kept Jo Ann from practicing any 
kind of female trickery on Andrew. Her straightforward honesty was the one 
thing he had needed most, because Andrew, though outwardly trying to appear 
strong, would always need someone on whom to lean. For all her youth, he had 
discovered that leaning on Jo Ann was far easier than trying to do so with 
any other female. He had always had to keep his guard up with other women, 
Liz included. Only with Jo Ann was he totally himself, and then not all the 
time. He had revealed himself slowly to her, by degrees, not intending to do 
so, yet discovering how easy it had been to depend on her rather than anyone 
else in spite of the cruel ways he had initially treated her. 

It was Wednesday, and Jo Ann and Andrew were out walking near the little 
park not far from the house. Andrew was still unsure of Jo Ann, and he 
stayed by her at all times when they were outside. He was unaware that he 
was all but a total victim of hers. In fact, Jo Ann, being somewhat naive, 
knew she had some control over Andrew, but still wasn't certain to what 
extent. 

He had bought her an entire new wardrobe. At the moment she had on a white 
sleeveless summer dress with red flower prints all over it, and he was 
wearing a simple white, short-sleeved shirt, and blue slacks. They had gone 
to the city on Monday, where he had made all the purchases, and they had 
eaten in a restaurant and had gone to see what Jo Ann had referred to as a 
grown-up show. 

That night, when they had come back, Jo Ann had been more fantastic in bed 
than ever, and Andrew had assumed she was showing her gratitude for his 
having taken her out. Tuesday, he had taken her on a picnic, and because the 
picnic grounds had so few people around, they had found a spot that was 
isolated, and he had screwed her in the ass again over there, enjoying it 
all the more because of the recklessness of it, totally unaware how powerful 
were her orgasms. 

Now it was Wednesday, and the park they were in overlooked a bay, and the 
two of them were silent, content to be with one another, enjoying the mere 
fact of a bright summer day and the fact that people walked by them and 
looked at them, thinking they were either father and daughter or brother and 
sister. Jo Ann had wanted to put on makeup to look older, but Andrew claimed 
it would look like she was some kind of tramp out looking to find a man 
willing to pay for what she was giving to him. 

"Well, well, well," a female voice said, making them turn away from the rail 
overlooking the bay. 

The woman was at least six or seven years older than Jo Ann, and from the 
look of her, she knew her way around men. She had black, wavy hair, a golden 
tan skin with deep hazel eyes. Her eyebrows had been plucked and then 
penciled in, and she had a nose that was slightly broad. Her lips were not 
quite as full as a full-blooded black woman, but neither were they as thin 
as those of a Caucasian. She was wearing a simple red dress that came down 
to her knees. It clung tightly to her figure, accenting the fact that she 
had full-grown, swollen breasts, a very narrow waist, and broad hips with a 
rear-end that stuck out just a little too far. 

"Liz," Andrew said, not smiling. 

"Is that all you have to say to a woman to whom you were once almost 
engaged?" Liz asked. "Why not introduce me. Who's the little girl?" 

"Liz Simmons, this is my cousin, Jo Ann Warner. Jo Ann is staying at our 
home for the summer while her parents are in Europe," Andrew said. 

"Thank heavens," Liz smiled. "For a minute I thought you might be some 
pervert who's robbing the cradle." 

Andrew instantly blushed, and Jo Ann should have reddened, but there was 
something about the golden-skinned woman that she didn't like. She soon 
learned what it was, when Liz proceeded to tell Andrew and herself all about 
the different men she had been "dating" since she and Andrew had broken up. 
Though Jo Ann was still fairly naive, she understood that "dating" meant 
fucking. But what disturbed her the most was Liz's constant use of the word 
honkies when referring to Andrew as well as her dates. 

"But none of them compare to you, Andrew," Liz finished. "I still can't 
figure out why you and I broke up." 

"You didn't like the idea of being used as a sex object," he reminded her. 
"I seemed to want too much from you." 

"For one man, you surely did," Liz nodded. "But since then, I've known men 
who just can't hold the proverbial candle to you Andrew, and I was hoping we 
might get back together again." 

"Sorry," Andrew shrugged. "I have me another girl." 

"She can't be better'n I was in bed," Liz insisted. 

"She's not as practiced," Andrew admitted, "but she's better." 

"Someday I'll have to meet her," Liz laughed. "But you know, we shouldn't be 
talking about such things in front of a young girl like your cousin." 

"I'm more grown-up than you think," Jo Ann insisted. 

"Sure honey, sure," Liz snorted. "Next you'll be tellin' us about all the 
fun you had in the back seat of some car, right?" 

"Knock it off," Andrew insisted, knowing if this went much further, Jo Ann 
would reveal the truth. 

"Hey, now sugar," Liz smiled, "I'd sure like to come visit you, say tonight, 
and show you just how much better I am than any li'l ol' gal you're going 
with right now." 

"Out of the question," Andrew insisted. "After all, Jo Ann is staying in the 
house." 

"Heck, she'll get an education," Liz laughed. 

"I'll bet there isn't a damn thing you could teach me," Jo Ann snapped 
angrily. 

"Well, well, well, the little gal is getting all her up," Liz laughed. "Come 
on, Andrew, let's see if there isn't something I can't teach your cousin." 

"No!" Andrew insisted, but Jo Ann got the funny feeling that he was all set 
to propose that he and Liz might meet somewhere else, leaving her alone in 
the house. Well that idea stank. 

Aloud, she said, "Gee, Cousin Andrew, I'll stay in my room if you want. I 
think it might be a good idea if you did bring Liz home tonight." 

In her own girlish way she figured that if some woman was going to take 
Andrew away from her, it wouldn't be without her witnessing why. She smiled 
so innocently, not even Andrew suspected that she wanted him to do something 
with Liz if only to make comparisons. After all, if Liz interested him 
sexually more than she did, it was better to find out about it now. 

"Well, all right," Andrew finally nodded. 

 CHAPTER EIGHT 

Thinking back, Jo Ann remembered that night with a lot of trepidation. It 
had turned out to be a real ordeal by fire, and in more ways than one. She 
had wanted her cousin to have one solid climax with Liz to discover if he 
still wanted her. If he was certain, afterward, Jo Ann would have accepted 
his decision without a whimper. If, on the other hand, after being with Liz, 
he still preferred to be with Jo Ann, well then, she knew she would never 
have anything to worry about in the future. But things didn't quite work out 
the way she had planned, and without consciously wanting to, she had made 
herself become involved. 

Jo Ann had supposedly gone to her room, but she had sneaked out again, and 
she was sitting on the darkened steps leading down to the living room. 
Unless either Liz or Andrew came up the stairs, neither would be able to see 
her. The first thing she saw was that the sofa opened up into a double 
king-sized bed, and Liz had taken the time to open it when Andrew had gone 
into the kitchen to get them some drinks. She had also wasted no time in 
stripping off every stitch of clothing, revealing a golden body with full 
breasts that had dark-chocolate nipples and aerolae. Her hips were curvy, 
and, as Jo Ann had noticed earlier, her ass was really fleshy. Hell! She 
must have had a lot of bounce to the ounce. 

Jo Ann was wearing her shortie pajamas, her arms wrapped around her legs as 
she watched the tableau unfolding, below. She felt interested, but she knew 
she was more than an observer. Her entire future with Andrew depended on the 
outcome with Liz. 

Liz smiled coyly and did a little pirouette in the center of the room before 
walking to the bed and lying down, her arms and legs wide apart. Liz grinned 
lazily, but confidently up at Andrew without saying a thing, merely allowing 
her seductive smile to play across her lips. Andrew stood there, sucking in 
his breath, taking in the glorious gold of her body, from her slender throat 
to her up-thrust, chocolate-brown breast tips, right down to the thick bush 
of hair covering her mons veneris. The pinkness of her pussy lips was almost 
totally hidden. 

From the way Andrew looked at Liz, Jo Ann was wondering just how truthful he 
had been when he had told her he preferred hairless pussies. After all, the 
woman spread-eagled on the sofa-bed below had more hair between her thighs 
than any other two women around, or so Jo Ann supposed. From Andrew's 
stilted movements it was obvious he was still enchanted with Liz. What her 
young girl's mind was not yet capable of fathoming was that it was possible 
for a man to be fascinated by a woman's body without actually being in love 
with her. So for the moment, she thought Liz had already drawn Andrew back 
under her spell. 

Damn! Andrew thought. Liz was unquestionably a special woman. She still had 
that power to command him with her body, even though he was aware that she 
was basically a tramp who would fuck for any man she liked. He had known 
that before he had gone to bed with her, yet he had been unable to keep 
himself form falling for her. Once she'd had him in bed, she had used every 
trick she had known on him, and for a while it looked as if he might 
actually become engaged to her. But his demand that she stay faithful to him 
had been to much for her, and when he had caught her with some of his 
so-called friends, he had stopped seeing her. 

Liz, for her part, had mentally kicked herself because she had known if she 
had waited until after she had married him before fooling around with other 
men, she not only would have taken that step she had always wanted marrying 
into a white family, but he, dealing in diamonds, would have given her 
anything she would have wanted. Then, even if he had caught her fooling 
around, divorce would have been too costly. 

Now she was determined to try and win him back. She had no idea just who it 
was he was presently sleeping with, and had she known, she would have been 
amazed. What she also didn't know was that before this evening ended, she 
would find out, but even then, the knowledge wouldn't do her much good, how 
would it look if she went around telling everyone a man preferred a teenage 
kid in bed to someone like herself? 

At the moment, Andrew's eyes continued roaming over Liz's naked contours, 
stretched out as they were on the bed before him. They stopped for a moment 
on the firm mounds of her breasts. The mammaries weren't overly large, but 
they were hard, firm, and upstanding even as she lay there. They were set 
closely together, with only the narrowest of valleys running between them. 
He had never failed to marvel at the fact that a woman who didn't have 
immense breasts was able to make them stand up when she lay down What was 
more, because they weren't overly large, when she was on her back they 
maintained their shape. 

Just seeing Liz made him almost sorry he had broken off with her. Sometimes 
a man had to sacrifice a few of his principles in order to enjoy that which 
he wanted most. There had been a time when he had wanted Liz more than all 
the other women in the world put together. Now he wasn't quite as certain, 
though thoughts of Jo Ann were very intermittent at best at a moment such as 
this. Liz had been enough for him before, though prior to knowing her, and 
after he had dropped her, he had gone on fucking sprees, going after many 
women at once. In fact, she was not only enough for any one man, but too 
much. 

His eyes flicked lower to the enticingly rounded, golden tan hips that led 
inward to her firm thighs. 

Between her widely spread loins was clearly visible the abundance of black 
curling hairs-hairs that almost totally covered her pussy lips, making them 
look like a glaze peeping through a ringleted curtain of darkness. 

"Well, handsome," Liz snapped. "Are you going to stand there all evening and 
just look? Hand me the drink you made for me, and then take off those 
clothes and come on down here beside me." 

She was taunting him, as if challenging him to resist her. She was fully 
aware by now of the effect her body was having on him. To accentuate her 
ripeness, she squirmed her buttocks more firmly into the mattress, enjoying 
the fact that he was unable to tear his eyes from her delightful body. Liz 
loved exhibiting her body, watching with a certain secret satisfaction the 
changing expressions flickering across his lips. 

"Still a cock-teaser, eh, Liz," he smirked. "Just because I'm screwing 
someone else steadily doesn't mean I don't have enough left over for you. As 
I recall, I used to be the one man capable of really making you feel 
content. So believe me, I still have enough stamina for at least one or two 
good solid fucks." 

"We'll see," she nodded as he handed her a drink, setting his own on the 
coffee table which he had pulled to the side when he had opened the 
sofa-bed. 

He quickly undressed, then stood for a moment at the edge of the bed, 
looking down at her lovely naked form, still spread wide and waiting on the 
mattress. His long, thick cock stood rigidly out in front of him. Liz had 
risen to one elbow to take a long sip from the glass he had handed her. She 
was staring directly at his stiffness. 

"Ummmmmmm!" she whispered, pursing her lips for maximum effect. She brought 
the glass down from her mouth, saying "It certainly didn't take long for you 
to get hard." 

"It surely didn't," he agreed. "The old cock is as ripe and as ready as 
always. Open wide, honey, and spread those lovely long legs of yours, 
because Andrew's about to come charging in." So saying, he took her glass 
from her and set it beside his own. 

"Whoa! Just a darn minute!". Liz insisted, teasing him in a mocking tone as 
she rolled to the side when he tried leaping on top of her. He landed beside 
her. "You are going to tell me about your latest bedmate, and how she's such 
hot stuff. Suppose you tell me some of the things you do with her, you know, 
to sort of turn me on." 

"Hey, come on now," Andrew snapped. "I never ask you what you do with all 
those other guys. Why should you care what I do with my woman, huh?" 

"Woman, huh? Not women, but woman, only one. She sounds like someone really 
special," Liz snorted. 

"She is," Andrew nodded. 

"She better'n me?" Liz asked. 

"Different," he shrugged. "But come on, let's get to it." 

"Nope!" she taunted. "No story, no pussy," she insisted, and wriggled 
seductively out of reach across the wide bed. 

"All right, all right, I'll tell you a little something if that's what you 
want," he insisted. "Just remember, you asked to hear this. I think you must 
be a masochist to want to hear what I do with a woman I not only love, but 
really have learned to respect." 

Jo Ann's heart thumped at those words. Was he saying this just to affect 
Liz, or did her really mean it? Did he love her? Was it possible in this 
short space of time that such a mature man was capable of falling in love 
with a teenage girl like herself? 

"You know, if she's so hot," Liz was saying, "I'm wondering that you don't 
put the two of us together and see which one of us really does turn you on 
the most." 

"Some day I might just do that," he nodded, though he had no intention of 
doing so at the time. "She's the kind of female who has so much stamina, and 
is capable of draining so much out of a person, she'd outlast you, 
especially after I get through with you." 

"Is that a fact," Liz taunted. "Well, you can bring her on tonight, right 
after I've gotten through with you, and we'll see which one of us can 
outlast the other." 

Jo Ann wasn't able to follow the conversation in its entirety. Was Liz 
offering to challenge her to a fucking contest with the both of them using 
Andrew? It was Andrew who would wear out first. Certainly the golden-skinned 
girl wasn't suggesting that she and Jo Ann do something sexual together. Why 
that would be awful! Silently, she continued watching and listening from her 
vantage point at the top of the darkened stairs. What helped even more was 
the fact that the lights in the living room originated along the outside 
banister of the stairs, shining straight down, so that anyone looking in her 
direction would only see lights. If they were capable of seeing beyond, all 
they'd see was darkness. 

"You talk too much," Andrew insisted, grinning at her, gripping her wrist 
and making her wrap her fingers around his long, thick cock. 

Liz began to automatically stroke and caress his throbbing penis, her hand 
jerking up and down in the ordinary way, making Jo Ann wonder what was so 
special about her. When she, Jo Ann had touched her cousin's cock, she did 
it without any kind of casualness. She had always treated it like something 
special. Even Liz's cradling of his balls in her other hand was nothing 
better than that which Jo Ann had already done. She supposed it all boiled 
down to what her cousin actually felt. 

"Come on man, start telling me," Liz insisted, jerking his cock a little 
harder, squeezing it, as well, making a droplet of clear oil appear at its 
tip. 

As far as Jo Ann was concerned, this woman who seemingly was so good at 
things like this wasn't able to hold a candle to herself. Each time she 
fondled her cousin's cock, Jo Ann saw lots of oil seeping out. In her young 
mind she was already certain of how much better she was than Liz. 

"I raped her the first time," Andrew admitted, as Liz continued jerking on 
his cock. "She was a virgin, but let me tell you, she caught onto sex faster 
than any female I've ever know, yourself included. Though it started out as 
a rape, by the time I was finished with her, she loved every little thing I 
did to her, including stuffing my thick cock down her throat." 

"You mean she took this whole thing into her mouth?" Liz snorted. 

"Every last little inch," he said with a look of smugness. 

"Hmmmmm! She sounds good, really good. I'd really like to meet her," Liz 
nodded. "Heck! I'll bet she's taller than I am, with a much longer neck. I 
was never able to get that last little bit into my mouth." 

"I know," Andre snorted derisively. 

"Don't get bitchy," Liz taunted. 'That's something reserved only for us 
women," she insisted, bringing her mouth down on his chest, then letting her 
tongue trail across the flat hardness of his stomach. All the while her 
fingernails lightly grazed themselves against the tip of his throbbing cock, 
making it stand up all the more solidly and reach for the ceiling. Now she 
was hovering on all fours with her lovely face posed directly over his penis 
as if preparing to show him that if another woman was capable of swallowing 
all of it, then she certainly wasn't any less capable. Her lips blew hot air 
against the throbbing point. 

"Go on with the story," Liz insisted, her voice cooing seductively. "What 
else did you do with her?" 

"Everythiiiiiiiiiingggg!" he gasped, swallowing as the lovely mulatto woman, 
hunched on all fours over his heavy loins, stroked his stiffness first with 
one hand and then the other, and then both of them at the same time. "She 
blows like a hurricane, let's me ass-fuck her regularly, and loves the way I 
eat her pussy. We sixty-nine as if the two of us were made for each other 
... hhhhhaaaaannnnnhhhh...." 

He gasped involuntarily and slammed his loins upward and forward as the warm 
and wonderful wetness of Liz's parted lips suddenly tightly clamped 
themselves over the throbbingly pulsating head of his shuddering cock. Her 
tongue swished around and around. 

"You're ... hhhhuuuunnnhhhhh ... damned good...." he gasped, "but she ... 
aaaannnhhhh ... can suck rings around you...." he insisted, moaning again, 
reaching down and tangling his fingers in her dark curly hair in order to 
make her head rhythmically bob up and down. 

He lifted his head in order to look at Liz's face, noting the immediate 
contrast between Jo Ann and this woman. When Jo Ann sucked, she looked like 
an innocent little angel, and the more cock she crammed into her mouth, the 
more angelic she looked. But Liz looked like a female devil, especially with 
all the contortions crossing her face. It was as if she did this to please 
men, but she, herself, had never really gotten that much of a kick out of 
it. Jo Ann was able to come when the tip of his cock reached into her 
throat. Liz had never let the tip of his cock into her gullet, and as a 
result had never had an oral orgasm. Still, devilishly evil-looking or not, 
she did have a quality about her when his cock was in her mouth, and it made 
him thrust the penis into her all the more quickly. 

"Ummmmmm ... waaaaa ... aaaa ... ggggglllllrrrrgggghhh...."Liz urged, as if 
letting him know she wanted to hear more, mumbling around his 
upward-stabbing cock, struggling to get some coherent sounds out of her 
mouth while at the same time increasing the twirling pressure of her licking 
tongue around the wet stickiness of the pungently inflated penile crown. 

"Fuck it!" Andrew gasped. "I'll finish the gaddamn story some other time," 
as she began sucking harder, sending more and more vibrant thrills shooting 
up and down his spine. "You keep on using that mouth of yours like you used 
to, and make me feel good." 

The living room mirror was on the wall across from the sofa-bed, and he had 
a good view of Liz's profile as she continued slurping the stiffened shaft 
between her lips, nodding her head up and down, letting the penis move in 
and out, in and out. It was obvious that what he had told her about Jo Ann 
had affected her, because this was the first time she didn't wrap her hand 
around the base of his cock as she continued sucking. Her mouth kept moving 
lower and lower, and he felt the tip of his penis probing into her gullet 
for the first time. She choked and coughed, but continued bobbing her head 
rhythmically, moving up and down, concentrating all the more certainly on 
what she was doing. Her lovely swollen breasts wobbled from side to side 
with her movement, dancing below her pumping torso, adding to the 
lasciviously arousing picture he stared at in the mirror. 

Jo Ann watched from above, still certain her own technique was better. She 
felt jealousy. It didn't occur to her at the time, but she was angry that 
another woman was doing things with the man she had come to regard as her 
own. True, he had agreed to it, and he was just as much to blame as Liz. But 
still, it was Liz's just being there in the park that afternoon that had 
triggered everything. Jo Ann wished the dark-haired woman would go away. 
Gee! If this is the way Andrew wanted things, well, she'd make sure that he 
saw her with some other man or men before her aunt returned home. In fact, 
she was going to find a way to taunt him into bringing his friends around. 
Then she would know for sure how he felt, watching her get gang-fucked by a 
whole bunch of other guys. 

"Suck it, baby, suck it!" Andrew hissed through tightly clamped-together 
teeth, letting his head fall back on the pillow. 

Shutting his eyes, he pretended it was Jo Ann's mouth around his cock, and 
suddenly he felt hotter than ever. Goddamn! There was no doubt about it! Liz 
was great, but Jo Ann still put her to shame. He'd give anything to be able 
to ram his cock down Jo Ann's throat with Liz watching just to show this 
bitch how much better the young blonde was. By God! Jo Ann would have no 
problem taking every last inch of penis into her clamping gullet, and when 
he shot his hot sperm into Jo Ann's mouth, she would swallow instantly, 
making him feel as if she were sucking his cock into her belly. Not like Liz 
who swallowed what she had to, then waited until he pulled his cock from her 
mouth before either drinking down the rest of it or spitting it out. No 
doubt about it now! Jo Ann was a cocksucker par excellence. 

"Come on, baby, come on," the man grunted as the black-haired woman's mouth 
slaved on his cock, her body already starting to glisten because of the tiny 
droplets of perspiration beginning to form all over her flesh. 

The pressure was starting to grow in his balls, and as long as his mind 
fixed itself on a picture of Jo Ann doing the sucking, the feeling was 
enhanced that much more. Christ! His cock felt filled with molten lead, 
ready to explode like a big sausage-shaped balloon. He wondered, if the 
woman took her mouth off his cock now, would the air come whooshing out of 
it, sending him flying hither and thither for miles in all directions? He 
slammed his loins solidly against Liz's face, hearing her protesting mumble 
each time the tip of his penis dug a little deeper into her gullet. Hell! He 
was too close to stop now. Torture burned through his balls, building, 
building, building until all at once he sensed the white-hot stream start in 
the depths of his shuddering balls and race steam-like through the length of 
his urethra. He gasped, his lips pulled back over his teeth as if the sperm 
coming from him was being burned out of him. 

"EEEEE EYYYYYY AAAAAG GGGHHH HHH-UUU UUNNNN AAAAAG GGGHHH HHHAAA AAANNN 
NNHHHH GGGGGGIIIIIIIIIGGG GGA-AAA GGGHHH!" he bellowed, his cock starting a 
maddening staccato jerk that flooded Liz's sucking mouth, filling it with 
hot jism. Because his cock was jammed so far down her throat, she was forced 
to swallow more of the gunk than she normally did. But after awhile she got 
herself under control, and as a result, her cheeks began bloating as her 
mouth filled with the white fluid. Occasionally she had to swallow some of 
it to keep from strangling. 

"Don't stop, honey, don't stop," he gasped out loud. "Keep sucking, keep 
sucking, keep sucking!" he pleaded, gasping as his hands tangled all the 
more tightly in her hair while he convulsively tried ramming his cock all 
the further down her lovely throat. She went on sucking against her will, 
knowing deep down this would be her one last opportunity to try and win this 
man back. As a result, she found herself swallowing more and more of his 
sperm. 

With a last, lingering moan, the man emptied the last of his semen into 
Liz's mouth, but even then she went on nibbling gently for some time, 
wanting to make certain none of the seminal fluid was lost. 

The sated penis began deflating now, and Andrew simply lay there, unable to 
move for the moment. 

"Well," Liz asked, lifting her mouth from his cock, "when do I get to meet 
this other woman? Or don't you think she can compare to me, now?" 

As far as Jo Ann was concerned, that did it. She knew she was better than 
Liz, any day. Standing, she walked down the steps in her shortie pajamas, 
and she snapped, 'Turn around, lady. Take a good look at the one person who 
can suck and fuck you under the table." 

Liz turned, her mouth gaping wide. She wasn't able to believe it. A kid! A 
mere kid! Andrew was screwing a kid! Worst of all, this kid thought herself 
better than Liz. Well, she'd show them both! 

 CHAPTER NINE 

Thinking back, Jo Ann wondered how she had simply stood up, walked down 
those stairs, and had let Liz know she was her cousin's lover. She certainly 
wouldn't have the gumption to make such an admission to an outsider, today. 
But Andrew had been her first love, was still her love, and if her luck 
would hold, would be her only love. Not that it had deterred her from 
sleeping with the friends he had invited over, afterward, but now she was 
getting ahead of herself. First, there had been Liz with whom she'd had to 
deal. 

Andrew had been more stunned than Liz. He had been trying to keep her secret 
safe, not only because he didn't want it know that he was a pedophile, but 
there was also Jo Ann's reputation. It was the first time in his life he was 
actually worried about a female's name. 

"So this is your love partner, eh, Andrew?" Liz taunted. 

"And ten times better than you," Jo Ann snapped. 

"You'll have to prove it to me, honey," Liz insisted. 

"As soon as Andrew's recovers his strength...." 

"That's what I thought," Liz laughed. "A real straight arrow, huh? You don't 
know how to make it with anyone else. Andrew was first, and Andrew is the 
only one, right?" 

"Call up another man, any man," Jo Ann challenged. 

"A man? Ho-o-ney! You haven't lived until you've swung both ways," Liz 
insisted. 

"What??? " 

"Or is little Miss Innocent too lady-like to find out what it's like to make 
love to another lady?" Liz taunted. 

Now it was Andrew's turn to spring to Jo Ann's defense, and he said, 
"Whether with a man or a woman, Jo Ann can outperform you, Liz. She's never 
done anything with another woman, but I'll tell you right now, with a total 
lack of experience she has an initiative and a innate sense of knowing what 
to do that'll put you to shame." 

"Andrew," Jo Ann gasped, suddenly afraid. "I'm not sure I can handle 
something like this...." 

"Hey, Andrew-man," Liz taunted, "If this little baby is so hot then why is 
it she's so scared?" 

Andrew looked a little annoyed. He would have to assert his authority over 
Jo Ann and remind her he was still boss. He snapped at Liz, "Don't worry! 
She'll do whatever I want her to do. Go on! Make your move! She'll 
automatically respond the right way." 

Liz wore a big smile as she stared at the tiny, petite blonde, who looked 
back at her with big, uncomprehending eyes that admitted they knew nothing 
about making love to a woman. How in heaven's name was she expected to 
behave? Did Andrew expect her to do things to Liz that he had done to her? 
Women who fooled around with other women were called dykes in high school. 
She didn't want to be know as one. 

"Andrew," she said. "You know I've never done anything like that in my life. 
I'll do anything you want with you, but with her...." 

Andrew smiled as he got to his feet, reached out, and pulled her to the bed, 
making her sit on the edge of it. It was time to let Liz know what kind of 
control he exercised over this blonde, and it was also time to remind Jo Ann 
that she was his slave. 

"You'll do exactly what I tell you to do," he said commandingly, and hearing 
the tone of his voice, Jo Ann knew if she refused, she stood a good chance 
of losing him. In her own girlish way she had fallen very much in love with 
him. That was why she had suddenly come down the stairs in the first place. 
But to prove it this way.... 

"No one's going to do anything to hurt you," Andrew snapped. "I guarantee 
this time there'll be no pain at all. There can't be any, because neither of 
you is capable of penetrating the other. But both of you are sensuous 
females, and I'm out to prove to Liz that you're even more sensuous than 
she. Now you wouldn't want to disappoint me and make me a liar, would you?" 

"Well, no, I guess not...." she shrugged. 

"Good!" he nodded, and bending down, he pushed her flat on her back on the 
mattress. Too astonished to do anything else, Jo Ann lay where he had placed 
her. 

Andrew straightened, turned around, walked over to the armchair across the 
way, and folded his naked frame into it. He would have a good viewing 
position here, seeing both, the real thing and what was reflected in the 
mirror off to the side. 

"Y'know," Liz said, walking over to her, "You're kinda scrawny. Maybe some 
day you'll have a nice set of tits and some nice hair on your pussy, but 
right now there ain't that much to you." 

"It isn't the packaging that counts," Andrew said aloud. "To me, that little 
girl is the sexiest thing around, unless you can prove differently. Go on, 
Liz." 

"I'm gonna do just that," Liz nodded. 

"Andrew!" the frightened blonde gasped. 

This was so totally new, so totally different, she began to think Andrew was 
as depraved as Liz, and what was more, he obviously wanted her to share in 
his depravity. Heck! This wasn't for her! If the man really loved her, he 
wouldn't be putting her through this kind of ordeal. It just wasn't right. 
The coffee table was near the bed, and she saw the remains of the two drinks 
sitting on the table. Reaching out, she grabbed one and drank it down, 
heedless of its alcoholic content. She coughed, choked and sputtered 
afterward, sitting up. Then she prepared to stand and get away from all 
this. She had been a fool to come down those steps in the first place. 

Two hands gripping her shoulders sent her flying on her back on the mattress 
as the mulatto girl laughed at her. Andrew was up on his feet, pouring Jo 
Ann another drink in order to calm her nerves. He handed her the glass as 
the young blonde sat up, and she bolted it down as quickly as she had the 
first one, hoping the alcohol would numb her. But Andrew had put much less 
alcohol in this one, and as a result, her senses were temporarily sharpened 
rather than dulled. 

There was no way out of this. She was in no position to escape. After all, 
Andrew still automatically locked all the doors and windows when they came 
in, even after Liz had come in. 

"Why are you making me do this, Andrew?" she asked. 

"You're mine, to do with as I please remember?" he told her. "Right now this 
pleases me, so do it!" 

"Man, what is this?" Liz asked. "You trying to tell me you own this poor 
chick?" 

"We have an agreement," Andrew smiled. "Isn't that right, Jo Ann?" 

This would have been Jo Ann's opportunity to escape from here, if she had 
wanted. But by now she knew that she was staying here not because she was a 
prisoner, but because she wanted to stay here. Every now and again Andrew 
flexed a little muscle in order to prove to himself that he was still boss, 
and she knew that in order to better control him in the long run, she would 
have to go along with his fantasies. It wasn't as if he was asking her to 
play in the mud or touch anything filthy. He was asking her to make love to 
another person and to allow that other person to make love to her. Yes, 
asking, in spite of his commanding tone. Inwardly he was begging her to do 
as he ordered. All his life he had been controlled, either by his mother or 
his stepfather. Only when he was at work did he assume responsibility, 
proving he was capable of such responsibility. For Jo Ann to deny him now 
would be to tell him she didn't think him man enough for her. It would tear 
the entire fabric of their relationship. That was something she was unable 
to do, because in the short time she had come to know Andrew, perhaps 
because she was so young, she understood him better than anyone else. He 
needed constant love. When he received love, he gave twice as much. By doing 
as he asked, she would be proving her love for him. 

"Yes," Jo Ann nodded, holding her head up. "Andrew and I have an agreement. 
He tells me what to do, and I do it." 

He handed Jo Ann yet another drink, but she smiled and put it down. She no 
longer needed any Dutch courage. She lay there as he undressed her before 
Liz's eyes, revealing that she wasn't quite the Twiggy Liz had thought her 
to be. 

Not knowing whether or not she would enjoy this, but certain it would 
further strengthen her relationship with Andrew in the long run, Jo Ann lay 
there with her eyes closed, waiting for Liz to start the action. She sensed 
a strength starting to emanate from Andrew that he'd never had before. It 
was an inner strength, a feeling of self-reliance and self-confidence, and 
she knew this would bolster that feeling. Let Liz do whatever was necessary. 
She would comply. 

She gasped when she felt the other woman's hands suddenly course over the 
smooth flesh of her young body, the fingers running down to her nakedly 
quivering young loins, touching them in a slow, sensuous way only a woman 
would know about. The dark-haired woman's fingers lingered over the tingling 
insides of her parted thighs, moving down to the insides of her knees, and 
then straight up, like an arrow to where her hands were cupped protectively 
over her pussy. If Liz had been astonished at the fact that Andrew was 
playing around with such a young girl, it certainly didn't deter her from 
doing the same thing. 

"Covering your lovely cunt isn't going to stop me from enjoying myself with 
you," Liz was saying to her. "Remember, I'm a lady too, and I know what it 
is that turns a female on. If it affects me, then honey, you can bet it 
affects you." 

Gently she tried prying Jo Ann's fingers loose, and this made Jo Ann push 
her hands against her tiny pussy all the more firmly, her own fingers 
digging into the wet, pinkness between the slavering inner lips, pushing so 
deeply, the labia were forced apart. 

Jo Ann's entire physical being leaped off the mattress for an instant as she 
felt Liz's expert tongue licking softly at the trembling insides of her 
young thighs. All this did was make her tighten her hands against the cup of 
her vagina as she moaned suddenly, helplessly, realizing that in spite of 
herself she was becoming excited. It came to her that the woman was 
obviously experienced in just about every way there was to make love, and 
without meaning to, was teaching Jo Ann something new, something she might, 
or might not use in later life. She knew lesbians liked to lick one another 
between their thighs. The girls in the high school locker room loved kidding 
each other about it, making accusations. But it never occurred to her that a 
woman who liked sucking a man's cock would also like licking a woman's cunt. 
She was learning more and more every day. 

The highly aroused young teenage blonde was aware of her exposed clitoris 
swelling and enlarging, pressing against her own palm, feeling like some 
kind of extended nubbin of fire even though she, herself, had done nothing 
to encourage it. 

"Unnnnnnnhhhh! Godddd!" she gasped. 

Liz's hungrily lapping tongue continued working away at the sensitive flesh 
of her writhing body. The tongue was now moving higher between her thighs, 
licking at the hands she had covering her cunt, trying to probe between her 
fingers. Shudders of pure licentious delight madly coursed up and down the 
helpless girl's spine as she realized that even though she didn't want to be 
thought of as lesbian, she was being turned on by all this. The lascivious 
and salacious behavior of the dark-haired, golden-skinned woman as she 
orally probed at her straining thighs caused sensual shocks of wonder like 
tiny blasts of static electricity to crackle through her entire willfully 
responding young torso. 

Her eyes opened and she looked at Andrew, seeing his eyes riveted on the two 
of them. His penis was already starting to stiffen, letting her know he was 
becoming more and more aroused by this. He wasn't thinking about the 
lesbianism so much as he was enjoying the sights of two naked female bodies, 
and from the way he stared, though his glance occasionally flicked to Liz's 
cunt, he was obviously a lot more interested in Jo Ann's body. This served 
to heighten her own lust, and she began responding a bit more to Liz's oral 
ministrations. 

Jo Ann felt as if the lovely golden-skinned woman, sucking at her fingers, 
was using her eyes to bore through her hands and stare into the pinkly 
glistening slot of her steaming vagina. The lips were already erotically 
peeping through her fingers. Then she felt Liz's hot cheek resting on the 
tenderly sensitive flesh of her inner right thigh, close enough for the 
older woman's nose and lips to almost touch the outer labia of her pussy as 
it pressed out from her fingers. 

The more the older woman's tongue probed, the more Jo Ann seemed determined 
to protect her vagina, but she realized, the harder she resisted, the more 
her digging fingers were exciting herself. Liz's tongue was darting this way 
and that, seeking an opening, a weakness in the young blonde's digital 
defenses. Jo Ann, in order to prevent her tongue from coming into direct 
contact with her cuntlips, kept moving her fingers around, unwillingly 
caressing her own vaginal mound and enhancing the sensations within her 
quivering body. The more desperate she became, the more intense her wanton 
arousal, and she realized she wouldn't be able to continue struggling this 
way much longer. 

Her vagina was becoming wetter and her moans intensified. Without realizing 
it, she was spreading her fingers a little, making herself more vulnerable. 
Liz's burrowing tongue finally found one unprotected comer of her 
tantalizing pussy, slowly forcing Jo Ann's fingers a fraction of an inch to 
the side. Now the skillful older woman began lapping in earnest, her tongue 
working all the more furiously while Jo Ann gasped and fought one more time 
not to allow herself to enjoy what another woman was doing to her. She was 
letting this happen because she wanted to please Andrew, but that didn't 
mean she had to allow herself to enjoy such perversion. 

Utterly delightful sensations were rippling through her, moving beyond her 
control, sensations she had felt when Andrew had lapped her cunt, and yet 
different sensations, because this woman knew how to do things without heavy 
pressure. When Andrew lapped, he pressed the flat of his tongue solidly 
against her labia and clitoris and rubbed it up and down. This woman was 
using only the tip of her tongue, titillating her in a way she would never 
have believed. As a result, a raging need began building in the seething 
depths of her shuddering cunt. It was a need that required satisfying. Even 
if it took another woman to do it, Jo Ann knew she needed to reach 
completion. Her moans began increasing and her heart was fluttering. The 
arousal in her was as strong as anything she had ever felt when Andrew had 
been with her. 

"Hhhhhaaauuunnnnnghhhh!" she gasped, the groan an involuntary one, bursting 
from her lungs. 

"Stop fighting me," Liz told her. "I can see why Andrew is hot for you, 
girlie. You do have a certain sensuousness about you. Now you just lie back 
and relax, and let me show you how to enjoy this." 

In a totally unexpected move, Liz jammed her hands under Jo Ann's narrow 
asscrack. Jo Ann gasped and jerked wildly while Liz's hands clung tightly to 
the tiny moons of her small, white buttocks, holding her in place. The 
golden-skinned, energetic mulatto tilted her buttocks a little higher, and 
the lovely young blonde shivered as she felt the probe of Liz's tongue flick 
heatedly over the sensitive hole that was her anus. 

"Unnnngh!" she gasped. It was so good, so good! 

Dumbstruck with shame for having enjoyed such a feeling, Jo Ann moved her 
hands down to cover her asshole, intent on blocking the burnette from doing 
anything more. This was what Liz had waited for, and her mouth suddenly 
slurped upward and plunged into the hot pink crevice between the blonde's 
bare, leaking pussy lips. Jo Ann wriggled and squirmed helplessly, thrusting 
her hands against Liz's perspiration covered forehead in an attempt to shove 
her away, certain this was all wrong. But the movement which started as one 
of protest soon changed, easing into revolving undulations designed to pull 
that squirming, writhing oral digit in Liz's mouth even deeper into her 
seething vaginal sump. She tightened and squeezed her buttocks, bouncing 
them up and down on the mattress, virtually helpless because of the way the 
tongue was probing into her. It seemed to thrust ever deeper-with each 
hungry lick, moving into her tantalizingly narrow little feminine bog. The 
feeling was too good, and Jo Ann lost all power to resist. She had to come! 

Her mind was fogged as she looked at Andrew, noting his erection was at full 
mast, looking like a spar on the prow of a ship. He was sitting forward in 
the chair, drooling at the sight of all this, looking as if he wanted to 
sink his own tongue into her cunt and let it lick there along with Liz's. 

He loved her! That was more important than anything else! Even now, with a 
woman he had previously adored, totally naked in the room, a woman who had 
expertly sucked his cock he still loved Jo Ann. His arousal was at the 
combined sight of both bodies, but it was love for her that he felt. She 
sensed it, certain that his desire for her was stronger than ever, and it 
made her even hotter. 

The impassioned young blonde lifted her lovely head in order to watch what 
the brunette was doing to her. She found her eyes filled with the 
intoxicatingly wanton spectacle of Liz's jet-black hair fluffily flailing 
this way and that, too short to cover what Liz was doing as her own 
passionately heaving hips and thighs reached up to the pink tongue probing 
into her steaming trough. Magic puffs of hot air streamed from Liz's 
nostrils and wafted over Jo Ann's cuntlips, merging with the tingling wet 
caresses of the woman's tongue furrowing into the depth of her glistening 
grotto. The tongue licked up and down her entire vaginal slash, from the 
little hole at the bottom of her pink clam-like opening right up to the 
upstanding clitoris. Each swipe against the little man-in-the-boat made it 
quake and quiver a little more. 

Now the aroused brunette was withdrawing her beautiful face from between Jo 
Ann's tantalizingly slender thighs. There was a demented look of lust on her 
own face, and it occurred to Jo Ann that though the other woman had brought 
Andrew to his satisfaction, she, herself had yet to attain any kind of 
orgasm. She must be on fire. 

Liz literally leaped on top of Jo Ann, grinding her own throbbing cunt 
against the soft, wet opening between Jo Ann's thighs. Her curly pubic hair 
rubbed almost like steel wool against the bare pubis of the young blonde, 
exciting the teenage girl even more. 

"Spread those luscious legs of yours nice and wide," Liz told her, "and you 
and I will go for the ride of the century." 

Not knowing what to do, the lovely Jo Ann looked to Andrew for guidance. He 
smiled at her and nodded. He had been so intent on proving how superior Jo 
Ann was to Liz, he hadn't realized how much all this would arouse and excite 
him. His cock pounded like a lead pipe, now. 

"Go on, honey," Andrew said to the lovely little blonde. "Let Liz clit-fuck 
you, and you'll have an experience very few women have enjoyed, and the kind 
of experience no man will ever be able to enjoy. Spread those lovely legs of 
yours so she can rub her clitoris against your own, and it'll be like both 
of you were touched with hot wires." 

The obscenely pinioned beautiful young blonde girl felt the rounded contours 
of Liz's supple-fleshed torso bending over her own. She was aware of the 
woman's breasts firmly swaying from side to side, the nipples grazing her 
own distended nipples, tautly pressing her swollen mammaries. Was it her 
imagination or had her breasts enlarged a bit more in the past few days? 
Though she was lying down, her breasts swelled upward the littlest bit now, 
and as a result, her nipples seemed to stand a little higher. 

Then the beautiful black-haired woman's mouth lowered itself to the bullets 
of her pink nipples, and Jo Ann watched and felt one thrill after another as 
the woman began wildly sucking on it. It was a tender wildness, the kind no 
man would have been able to impart to her, and as a result, she felt the 
thrills all the more savagely. One maddening thrill after another charged 
uncontrollably through her entire naked form. Lord! She felt as if something 
inside her was starting to inflate, right in the pit of her belly as if the 
woman sucking on her nipple was actually blowing helium into her, and if she 
didn't stop shortly, her belly would burst. It was a new, different kind of 
arousing excitement, filling her with thrills the like of which she had 
never previously known, because no man was capable of imparting such 
feelings to her. 

"Do as Andrew says," Liz insisted, her voice taking on a hypnotic 
intonation. "Open those lovely legs of yours nice and wide." 

Liz's mouth released the beautiful blonde's nipple, and she lifted herself 
on outstretched arms above the lovely younger girl, waiting. Her body was 
visibly trembling, letting Jo Ann know that even though she was trying to 
prove a point, Liz was just as thrilled by all this as Jo Ann, if not more 
thrilled since she knew what to feel. 

Liz lowered her vagina against the hairless pout between Jo Ann's thighs, 
and she began a circular motion, rubbing her own hairy pelvis against the 
rich pink lips, moving as if she were on ball bearings. As the older woman 
and the young teenage girl rubbed their vaginas one against the other, the 
younger girl stared at her lover, seeing the man becoming more and more 
inflamed as he stared at them. He finally leaped to his feet and walked over 
the side of the bed, his thickly rigid, swollen phallus standing way out in 
front of him, an unbending, obscene serpentine part of him. 

Andrew, his body filled with excitement, his mind reeling with delight, fell 
on the bed beside the two lovely females, enjoying the sight of them humping 
insanely against each other. He crawled up on the mattress until his hips 
were on a level with their heads, their faces now staring directly at one 
another, each trying to fathom precisely what the other woman was feeling. 
He gripped his achingly distended phallic lance and began jerking it back 
and forth in his hand, massaging it again and again. 

"Let me do that," Liz breathed, looking at the pulsing wand so near her 
face, and reaching out with her left hand, she yanked his fist from around 
the swollen cock and gripped it with her hand. 

What she did next astonished both Andrew and Jo Ann. Liz used her other hand 
to turn Jo Ann's face to the side, toward the tip of the hotly pulsing cock. 
But Jo Ann didn't need any urging at all. Her lips opened wide 
automatically, then closed tightly over the burning rigidity of her cousin's 
throbbing cock, her lips sucking strongly, pulling so that the throbbing 
phallus was tugged all the way in, even with her in this odd position. 

Liz stared in amazement at the way the young blonde was sucking. She was 
incredible, as if trying to pull marrow from a bone, but not merely from the 
tip. She sucked as if she expected the bone to split down the middle and 
she'd be able to suck all the marrow out. 

Jo Ann savored the large cock, thrilling to the taste of it as never before. 
The wonderful mushroom-shaped head seemed to blossom and thicken even more 
in her throat, wonderfully resilient as opposed to the unyielding rigidity 
of the shank. She slavered over it, sucking, pulling with her lips, nibbling 
with her teeth, chewing without cutting, imparting a sense of thrilling 
wantonness in the cock the man had never been able to feel when Liz had 
sucked. 

Liz stared, resolving to learn, but knowing she would never really be able 
to compete with this young blonde when it came to fellatio. If her cunt was 
as good as her mouth, Liz knew hers was a lost cause. 

Jo Ann felt a sense of marvelous delight the like of which she had never 
known before. With Andrew's cock plugging the depth of her throat, touching 
the series of nerve endings within, and the clitoris of the dark-haired 
woman massaging her own, moving continually in circles, enhancing everything 
for her, there was a sense of barbaric licentiousness she had never felt 
before. God! Everything felt so good! 

The young blonde worked her cheeks automatically, hollowing them on the 
in-thrust, letting them bloat on the out-thrust, working to continually fit 
more and more of her male lover's cock into her gullet. At the same time, 
she felt the golden-skinned woman on top of her slowly slipping down, 
letting her head come level with her cunt, and once again Jo Ann felt Liz 
lapping away powerfully at her pussy. Jo Ann sucked all the harder on the 
hard cock buried in her esophagus, impatiently clinging to the base on the 
in-thrust with her lips while her hand gripped his balls to make sure he 
didn't pull the cock too far back on the out-stroke. At the same time she 
opened her knees as far apart as possible. The soft tremors of seething 
passion were now almost to the boiling point, and she felt her orgasm coming 
on as certainly and as vividly as she had ever felt anything in her life. 

"Ummmmmmmm!" she groaned aloud as her lips continued to pull and suck and 
nibble on the erect stiffness that was Andrew's cock. 

But just as she was about to reach for the top of the rainbow and have an 
altogether unbelievable orgasm, Liz, sensing what was happening to Jo Ann's 
body, stopped lapping her cunt. 

"Hey, it's my turn to start sucking all over again on his cock," Liz 
insisted, and she slowly crawled up over the slender form of the delightful 
young blonde until her pursed lips were on a level with those of Jo Ann. 
That was when Jo Ann felt the wonderfully obscene hardness slip from between 
her lips with a loud "plop" and aim itself for Liz's lips. 

"Ummmm! This is so good, so good!" Jo Ann gasped, as she watched Liz's 
mouth, only a few inches away from her own, form a circle in order to engulf 
the thickness of Andrew's swollen cock. The older woman ran her lips 
lovingly over the lust bloated head, then parted her mouth all the more, and 
this time in a direct imitation of what Jo Ann had done, took in the entire 
pulsing length, gurgling and sucking, choking as it pushed into her gullet, 
but determined this time to have every last little bit of it. 

Her cousin's balls were dangling over her face, so Jo Ann lifted her head 
and engulfed the sac, sucking on one testicle, then the other, her tongue 
bathing the scrotum continually, keeping it filled with a sensation of 
steaming delight. Each time Liz's mouth pulled back to the head of Andrew's 
cock, her own lips were at the stem, nibbling at it as if it were an ear of 
corn. All the while she lay beneath the brunette who was still automatically 
rotating her own vaginal mound against that of the beautiful blonde's as 
both of them continued sucking at Andrew's genitals. 

Jo Ann began to wonder if this, which she was feeling, and which her parents 
and minister would have called corruption, was really the evil thing 
everyone made it out to be. How was it possible for this to be corrupt when 
she was having so much fun and no one was being hurt by it? She loved the 
lush nakedness of the older woman pressing against her own body, making her 
quiver with desire as the impassioned cunts pressed, squeezed, and wriggled 
against one another, each straining for the feel of a penis between them a 
penis that didn't exist. 

Andrew went out of his mind with lust as he stared at the two females. God! 
They were both so aroused and arousing. He had no doubts as to which of the 
two he preferred. His only moment of doubt had been when he had first seen 
Liz. But the moment he had gotten into bed with her, he had felt the 
difference compared to being with Jo Ann. Now he began to understand what it 
was that Jo Ann offered that no other woman had ever offered him. The 
security of loving him to the point where she would willingly do anything he 
wanted without question. When she gave herself to him, she offered only the 
best of herself. 

Andrew slipped his lust-inflated cock out of the tight mouth of the sucking 
Liz and pushed it right back into Jo Ann's hungry oral opening. She sucked 
strongly, and then he took it out of her mouth and gave it back to Liz, 
letting the two of them alternate on his cock. Back and forth he went, his 
hips alternating between Liz and Jo Ann, allowing his women to rigidly suck 
on the thickly swollen staff alternately, moving it from mouth to mouth and 
back again. 

The two females were becoming more and more passionately aroused by all that 
was happening, and Jo Ann didn't feel the least little bit surprised when 
Liz kissed her full on the mouth like a lover. When Liz pulled her lips away 
from Jo Ann's, the blonde teenage gripped Andrew's throbbing cock in her 
hand and held it for Liz to suck. 

"Come on, Liz, come on, you can do it," Jo Ann urged. "You can suck Andrew's 
cock every bit as well as I did," she moaned. 

With a guttural gasp, the panting Andrew managed to break free of the grip 
of the two female sex-fiends. He crawled around behind them and looked at 
them from that angle. Then he slowly lowered himself on top of Liz. The 
extra weight was almost too much for Jo Ann, who already had Liz lying on 
her. They formed an obscene kind of sandwich with the brunette in the 
middle. 

It took Jo Ann only a moment to figure out what Andrew as doing. The man had 
solidly shoved the full length of his throbbing cock into the narrow 
tightness of Liz's cunt from behind, and the brunette was moaning insanely 
as she pressed her mouth solidly against Jo Ann's. The young blonde was 
barely able to see the bliss in the eyes of the brunette, her face was so 
close. Liz was moaning into her mouth, and then suddenly lifted her lips to 
shout at Andrew, "Yessssss! Fuck meeee! Fuck meee! Fuck meee!" 

Jo Ann felt her cousin driving the full length of his thick rod into the 
steaming pussy of Liz from above, and was aware of the weight of his hairy 
testicles slapping against her own vaginal flesh each time he drove all the 
way into Liz. With every thrust rammed into the sexy golden-skinned 
brunette, Andrew drove in so solidly, he made the entire bed rock. Liz's 
cunt milked violently on his length, sucking and pulling on a cock she 
hadn't had for the longest time. She had to admit, she had missed that cock. 
Keeping time with the way the cock stabbed into her cunt, Liz rammed her 
tongue into Jo Ann's mouth. 

Then Andrew shifted his weight as he withdrew the full length of his hard 
cock from the steamy depths of the slickly lubricated cunt of the 
tantalizing brunette. Before Jo Ann was aware of it, the hard penis was 
slipping into her vagina, stroking strongly, deeply, parting her narrow 
walls, walls that always offered just the right amount of resistance no 
matter how much moisture there was in her cunt. Andrew was in a position to 
change from one heatedly hungering pussy to the other at will, and now he 
screwed into the beautiful young blonde's with a seething vengeance. 

The sexy brunette on top of her continued rubbing her body against Jo Ann, 
pressing against her breasts with her own nipples, and rubbing her clitoris 
with that of her own. This increased Jo Ann's responses, and even with all 
the added weight, she began to buckingly respond. The tight, wet heat of her 
womanly drain pulled on the man's thrusting cock like a voracious vacuum, 
and the wantonly aroused blonde felt herself on a high brought on by sex 
that drugs would never be able to imitate. Not that she had ever taken 
drugs. But she was certain that what she felt now would never be duplicated 
by anything synthetic. Though she wanted Andrew for her own, she had to 
admit she was enjoying herself at the moment far more than she ever had when 
she and the man were alone. 

"Ummmmmm!" she hummed into the sucking mouth of the woman above her, letting 
Liz know how strongly she was appreciating all this. 

For her part, Liz had to admit she had found a young girl who was 
exceedingly sensual, and not a youngster who was putting out merely to feel 
like some kind of adult. Just how Andrew had managed to latch onto her was 
something Liz would never fully understand. 

The game they were enjoying went on and on. His cock moved from cunt to cunt 
like playing the game of musical chairs, only it was a question of which 
cunt was going to sit on the cock. 

After a while, the women rotated, and it was Jo Ann on top of Liz, and she 
was rubbing her cunt against that of the brunette, enhancing the feeling 
charging through her. She soul-kissed with Liz as her cousin continued 
fucking into her cunt from behind. Then it was Liz sucking on Jo Ann's pussy 
with her own ass up in the air so that Andrew was able to screw into her 
cunt at the same time. Because Andrew had come when Liz had blown her 
earlier, he would be a long time coming, now. Liz always on the verge, never 
quite came, but she knew it would happen shortly. Jo Ann, having receded 
from being close to one big one, had to settle for a string of tiny ones, 
like a series of bound-together firecrackers going off. 

Then it was Jo Ann's turn to lick Liz's cunt, and she didn't hesitate for a 
moment. Down her mouth went, and she avidly drank the syrup, licking the 
erect little clitoris while Andrew fucked her from behind, again. He plunged 
the ramrod of his cock straight home, slamming the turgid head of the 
phallic lance against the back wall of her seething cunt. Jo Ann licked 
insanely, tasting cunt for the first time in her life for the only time in 
her life, knowing now why men loved to sip at the fount of a woman's vagina. 

It was savage and wild. The scene was like something out of an old Roman 
orgy, with only three participants. The thought of being treated so 
sexually, of licking and being licked, of being fucked by a cock and being 
clit-f ucked by a cunt, and of her own sluttish responses was mind-blowing 
to Jo Ann. She applied her mouth to Liz's cunt with the same natural inborn 
expertise that her mouth seemed to know when it had first sucked her 
cousin's cock. 

From the comer of her eye she was able to see the huge wall mirror on the 
opposite wall reflecting everything taking place her face in Liz's cunt, and 
her own cunt swallowing up her cousin's hard cock and it made it that much 
more arousing to her. Her face delved all the more firmly between Liz's 
tantalizing tan thighs, and the brunette, feeling a tongue down there that 
did wild things to her no other tongue had ever done, seized the lovely 
blonde girl's hair and roughly pulled her face even deeper into her passion 
pit. She spread her thighs wider, giving Jo Ann greater access to her 
simmering snatch. 

Jo Ann licked all the heavy fluids coming from inside Liz's cunt, and 
slammed her own vagina all the more solidly back on Andrew's hard penis. It 
was all overpowering, totally out of control, and this time the swelling 
orgasm within the beautiful blonde would not be quelled. It rose higher, 
higher, higher, and then.... 

"OOOOOW WWWUUU UUMMMPHH HHHWWW WWAAAA UUUUUU GGGGGG HHHPHH WWW-RRR HHHHHW 
WWWAAA AAAUUU UUUFF FFRRRR MMMHHH UUUUFF FFF!" she bellowed into the 
sloshing depths of the brunette's hot pussy, feeling the slick inner lips 
suck at her cheeks as her lips and nose pressed into the narrow opening. 

She came insanely, her body twitching every which way like a rattlesnake 
gone insane, her body wracked with ecstasy and inundated with pleasure. It 
was a rapture so sweet and overpoweringly intense, her entire self seemed to 
liquify and with a long groan she oozed to the mattress and lay still. 

Yet it wasn't over not yet! 

Panting heavily for air, the lovely Jo Ann lay on the side of the mattress, 
her body tingling and awash with the wonderful glow of an after-climax. She 
watched Andrew crawl over to where Liz lay and then sink the full length of 
his staff into the cunt she had just sucked. God! Before, it had seemed as 
if he had been fucking Liz by proxy, jamming his prong into Jo Ann's pussy, 
and with each forward shot, causing Jo Ann's tongue to knife into Liz's 
steaming storm center. Now he bad literally taken away the middle man or 
woman, if you will and he had plugged directly into Liz's lasciviously 
slurping cunt a cunt that had never been, and would never be, as tight as Jo 
Ann's. 

Jo Ann stared at the way her masculine cousin lay on top of the dark-haired 
woman, noting the brunette's long, slender legs wrapping themselves around 
the man's shuddering body as his ass raised and lowered, allowing him to 
slam the full length of his cock into her cunt with all his might. Liz 
gasped with uncontrolled delight, feeling wild and insane ecstasy. Jo Ann 
saw the other woman's orgasm coming by the way the wriggling brunette beat 
her fists against Andrew's back, and then she reached down and simply dug 
her nails into Andrew's flat buttocks. 

Liz's eyes clamped shut, scrunching together, and Jo Ann felt a sympathetic 
wave of total and utter rapture charge through the seething depths of her 
own recently ravaged cunt as she watched Andrew's stiff phallus bloated and 
swollen as never before because of the workout it had enjoyed in her own 
cunt now pulled out so all that was left in Liz's fuming funnel was the 
head. Then he plunged the full length of the driving organ right back into 
her convulsing cunt all over again. Liz kicked her legs out on either side 
of her shuddering torso, groaning throatily as the man on top of her 
continued sinking his power drill into the nebulous depths of her aching 
tunnel. God! He had always been the best fuck around, but he had never been 
this good before. Without being told, Liz knew it was Jo Ann who was 
bringing out the very best in this man. 

"YYYYYA AAAIIIIIYYYY AAAAGG GGGHHH HHAAAA NNNGGG GGHHHH AAAGGG HHH!" 

Liz shrieked, climaxing furiously, uncontrollably, maddeningly. Then she 
fell back onto the mattress out of breath. 

Andrew yanked his cock from the tunnel of the exhausted brunette and hurled 
himself back on Jo Ann. There was something about the blonde that brought 
out the satyr in the man. He was unable to control his lust for her. 

His lasciviously impaling stiffness slid slowly, almost with difficulty into 
the narrow tightness of her vagina again, once more creating that resistance 
he loved to feel, and then her velvety warm vaginal walls were once again 
enclosing his cock, only this time she was face-up, and looking at the 
enjoyment of his countenance as he powered his mighty pylon into her. He 
fucked hard, he fucked deep, and he fucked without mercy. 

Jo Ann begged no quarter, no did she offer any. Her ass bounced as if the 
mattress beneath was white-hot, and stinging her flesh each time her rounded 
white buttocks came slamming down against it. She jerked her body twice to 
each powering drill he threw into her. Each forward slam seemed to send his 
cock-head a little deeper, and she wondered if, this time, he was going to 
cut through the back wall of her seething cunt. Her pussy milked his pulsing 
prick to a hardness it had never previously known. The shaft was longer, 
thicker, and harder than ever before. 

"That's it, that's it!" Liz gasped from the side. "Fuck like crazy, 'cause 
man, there ain't another cunt like that one in the whole world. Fuck it as 
hard as you can now, 'cause one day you'll probably be dumb enough either to 
let it leave you, or to give it away to a whole bunch of other guys." 

Jo Ann's labia were rotating madly with each up-and-down movement of her 
lovely ass, her hips practically spinning in place as he groaned and lurched 
and slammed the full length of his steaming penis into her. His arms were 
tightly around her back, flattening her small breasts against his chest, as 
if trying to cut off her breath. 

Then he came! 

"HHHHHH AAAAAU UUUWWW WWARRR RRGGGG HHHUUU NNNGGG HHHHHH AAAGGG HHHUUU 
RRRGGG GGGGGH HHHAAA HHHHHH FFFHHH" he bellowed, and though the spurting 
from his cock was weak, the feeling within him was that of an erupting 
volcano. 

There was no doubt in his mind which woman he wanted. Nor was there doubt in 
the minds of either of the two females. 

 CHAPTER TEN 

As far as Jo Ann was concerned, that had been the closest she had ever come 
to losing Andrew. Poor fool! He had so much going for him, yet having been 
under the domineering thumb of his mother, and the control of his stepfather 
for so long, he had refused to believe himself capable of making a correct 
decision in his personal life. 

Jo Ann sighed. She had known, even then, that when it came to business, 
Andrew had proven himself more capable than any other diamond wholesaler 
around. 

What she'd had to do was infuse the confidence in his personal life with 
that which he had in his business life. She'd had to make him believe he was 
a success as a human being. 

A wide smile creased her face as she remembered that Sunday prior to the 
return of her Aunt Celia. Had she not opened her mouth, there would have 
been no full-fl-edged gang-bang, and she would have been forced to go 
through life never knowing how superior Andrew's cock was to those of his 
three friends. 

They had awakened late that Sunday, and Andrew had said something about his 
mother coming home the following day, and how he intended seeing Jo Ann on 
the sly, even with his mother around. 

"You know," she said to Andrew, "if I'm pregnant, your mother won't blame 
anyone but you." 

"Are we back to that again?" he asked. "You know what I'd do if you put the 
blame on me." 

She knew. She also knew she wasn't pregnant. She was feeling little twinges 
that told her, her period would be coming in two days. Though her period 
still came at irregular intervals because it was something new to her, those 
twinges let her know about them two days in advance. 

"You wouldn't really do that, would you?" she taunted as they got up. 

It was the last time either would misunderstand the other's motives since 
both were becoming so closely attuned to each other. In fact, Jo Ann would 
never be certain that Andrew did misunderstand her motives. After all, he'd 
had his share of many women in his time. Jo Ann deserved one turn with a 
bunch of males, and Jo Ann often believed her cousin-lover did what he did 
with the intention of frightening her just a little to the point where she 
would get her fill of other cocks, thus realizing Andrew's was the best but 
at the same time making her feel a bit terrified at the idea of ever 
involving herself with a strange man, ever again. 

What followed seemed like something taking place in a funky nightmare. The 
phone call, then the arrival of two of Andrew's male friends, both of whom 
had also fucked Liz at one time. Liz had left the house, knowing now she 
stood no chance of recapturing Andrew. 

The two men were both approximately Andrew's age. One was blond-haired Tom, 
with rugged muscles and a face so handsome it was almost pretty. The other 
was brown-haired, bearded Brian. He was as muscular as Tom, but his face 
wouldn't have been quite as pretty. He had a rugged-looking face, though in 
truth the man was, under normal circumstances, considerably gender than Tom. 
Both were two inches short of six feet, and both were sinewy as well as 
strong. 

"This is my cousin," Andrew said to his friends, dragging a naked Jo Ann 
down the stairs and displaying her in the living room in front of his two 
friends. "I warned her if she got too smart I was going to turn her over to 
you guys to do with as you please. Now go on, ball her, let her know what 
it's like to get it from two guys at once. I'm going to sit back and watch. 

 CHAPTER ELEVEN 

That had been one helluva day. Jo Ann would never forget it. Two cocks were 
definitely better than one unless the one belonged to Andrew. What would 
have been perfect as far as Jo Ann was concerned would have been Andrew's 
finding someone as good as himself, and the two of them doing to her what 
his two friends had ultimately done. But deep down, Jo Ann knew Andrew was 
special to her. As a result, no matter how good any other man might be 
sexually, he would never, in her own estimation, measure up to Andrew. 
Still, what she had experienced had been something really worthwhile. It had 
satisfied a hidden hunger of hers to know what a cock felt like other than 
that of Andrew's, and it had also satisfied her urge to be fucked by more 
than one man. 

The two men Andrew had invited to the house were now totally naked. The 
bearded one, Brian, was standing off to the side, waiting, a little shy, 
incapable of starting in, right away. Andrew was sitting on the bottom two 
steps, smiling, at least outwardly. Inwardly, well, Jo Ann would never know 
what he felt, inwardly. 

Jo Ann's naked body was now lying on the soft-carpeted floor, and Tom, the 
blond-haired man fell to his knees on the soft carpet between Jo Ann's 
thighs. She lay there, frozen, suddenly afraid in spite of having looked 
forward to this. She watched, waiting and hoping, knowing with a certainty 
what the blond man was going to do, anticipating it, yet terrified of it. 
She was beginning to feel sorry that she had taunted Andrew into doing this. 
But now that she had come this far, she knew she had no choice but to go all 
the way with this. 

Chuckling to himself, as if he were some kind of sex-mad fiend. Tom gripped 
her soft thighs, actually the undersides of her knees, and pushed them up 
and over her shoulders so that her upper thigh-tops brushed against her 
small breasts, making the nipples harden and reach out. This opened the 
entire expanse of her tantalizing vagina, offering the pussy to his eyes 
like a buffet dinner waiting to be eaten. Eat it, he would. 

Tom dropped his hungry mouth to the wide-split pinkness that was the lovely 
Jo Ann's narrow cunt, his thumbs reaching in and spreading her thick pink 
outer labia. He filched what he believed was an expert tongue into the 
heated wetness of her quivering feminine center, wiggling the tip of it from 
side to side, letting it titillate her soft, fleshy inner labia. 

Jo Ann's body snapped like a bullwhip as the sudden tingling contact sent an 
electrifying chill charging the full length of her girlish spine. She felt 
as if a livewire had been run through her cunt straight up her spine to the 
base of her neck. 

Tom held her tantalizing thighs pinned all the way back with his clammy 
palms, preventing her from shutting her thighs at any time. For a moment she 
was afraid to look, but when she did, she saw the blond man crouching like 
an animal, leering up at her across the flat plane of her tantalizing belly, 
and the twin mounds of her small breasts were hidden by her thighs, so that 
he had to glimpse her face between her knees. 

Jo Ann realized she felt more exposed in front of these two strange men than 
she had ever felt in front of Andrew. The delicate moist flesh of her vagina 
lay so helplessly open before his mouth, thrust up, as it were, toward his 
leering face as his tongue ran over his lips while he prepared to do with 
her cunt as he wished. From the comer of her eye she watched Andrew, and she 
saw the first signs of strain on his face, and she understood he, too, was 
wondering if he might have gone too far in carrying out this threat of his. 

For a few seconds Tom stared at her, his cruel gray eyes staring straight 
into her azure orbs, as if he was savoring every second, enjoying the way 
her body was involuntarily trembling. Then slowly, once again with his 
thumbs, he spread the delightful ragged shapes of her cuntlips, opening up 
the wet center of her cunt as if it were a blossoming flower. Her clitoris 
stood out from the folds surrounding it like a pink jewel. He eyed the 
anxious little red penis-like extension hungrily for a long moment, then 
with a bestial grunt, he buried the face in its soft wetness, his long, 
rough tongue squirming its way solidly between the quivering walls of her 
vagina. Jo Ann twitched and quivered again, unused to this alien mouth, but 
she was unable to keep herself from uttering a soulful moan, letting it rise 
from the depths of her as she wriggled, moving as if trying to actually 
escape this tantalizing oral assault on her cunt. 

"Ahuuuuunnnnnnhhhhh! Oooooonnnnnhhhhh! Uuuuuunnnnnhhhhh!" she grunted, her 
voice a soft whimper in the living room, sounding more like someone facing 
death rather than pleasure. She watched with disbelieving eyes as she 
realized how real all this was, and how it wasn't Andrew any longer, but a 
person totally strange to her, a man who hadn't even smiled and spoken a 
how-do-you-do. This was the man whose face bobbed up and down between her 
thighs, his tongue burrowing into the seething depths of her cunt, and it 
frightened her. 

"Andrew!" she called aloud, then she fell back on the carpet again, too 
defeated to struggle anymore. 

"I warned you not to dare me," Andrew said, kneeling behind her, supporting 
her shoulders and head in his lap. Her head felt the stiffness of his cock 
under his trousers. Unlike his two friends, Andrew had remained dressed. "Do 
you want a drink?" 

"No," she insisted, remembering that with Liz, Andrew had given her drinks 
which, while arousing and stimulating her initially, had dulled her senses 
after a while. The one thing she never wanted again was to have her senses 
dulled. 

She was starting to feel arousal, though it wasn't too noticeable in the 
beginning. But with the passage of minutes, she once again felt her body 
take control of her mind as wild tingling seared through every nerve-ending 
in her body. Her thighs felt as if someone were tickling her with a long 
feather, and her naked cunt, with the tongue continually lapping against it, 
felt burning as if with a hot flame, and the fire was raging out of control. 
Every square inch of her body was alive as if her pores were being 
individually pierced by needles. She was unable to simply lie there, and her 
tight little asscheeks began bouncing madly on the carpet. 

Jo Ann was learning the difference between being in love with the man who 
sexually taunted her, and merely feeling lust because her body was 
experiencing so much. It wasn't so much fun as when she was in love, but it 
fulfilled a physical need in spite of her attempts to quell what was taking 
place inside her. She really hadn't enough strength in her dazed mind to 
hold her physical feelings back, and in seconds the hot, burning center of 
her wet vagina was aching for the probe of a cock any cock, as her inner 
walls tried clamping together, as if in imitation of clutching a penis 
between them. 

"Unh! Unh! Unh!" she gasped, her eyes rolling back and looking at Andrew, 
whose face appeared upside-down to her. "That's good, so good!" she moaned, 
as Tom rolled his pressuring tongue solidly around the sensitive bud of her 
clitoris, sending ripples of pleasure coursing through her shuddering flat 
belly and into her throbbing girlish nipples, and almost before her eyes, 
she saw her breasts seemingly swell while pressed against the front of her 
thighs. Slowly the wanton shivers of lust pushed aside the remaining fright 
and humiliation she had felt, for this was really what she had wanted in the 
first place. She began enjoying this, knowing even now it would be the one 
and only time foreign male tongues and cocks would find their way into her 
tight and narrow orifices. 

Tom sucked harder and harder on her shuddering clitoris as she arched her 
lovely back up off the floor, grinding her wet vaginal gash solidly against 
the blond man's face. Her entire body was twitching as the man sank his 
thick tongue between the heated wetness of her sticky, flesh lips, worming 
it into the narrow foramen so that her vaginal walls clamped solidly around 
it. 

Jo Ann was ablaze with seething inner desire. Her entire vaginal center felt 
as if it were a widely gaping tunnel, large enough for all the pricks in the 
world to fit inside her, all at once. Reason was no longer a part of her 
thinking, and she pulled herself firmly against Tom's head, now yanking his 
face deeper into the confines of her slavering womanly kettle. But no matter 
how hard she tugged, his tongue wasn't reaching in far enough. 

"Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!" she gasped, her broiling cunt now a raging 
inferno of desire. 

Tom yanked his face from her cunt, letting her legs down as he smiled at her 
with pussy juices smeared all over his face. He was overjoyed that Andrew 
had invited him over here to share this lovely little cunt. God! He had 
never fucked one this young, but she was really proving to be something. He 
wondered if all young meat was this good. Maybe he was making a mistake 
fooling around with women over eighteen. 

He looked at Andrew for confirmation once more, and Andrew, excited, nodded 
his agreement. But Andrew realized his excitement stemmed from the fact that 
what he was doing was offering Jo Ann something enjoyable. It was no longer 
a simple lustful act on his part. He wasn't trying to teach his cousin any 
more lessons. Let her feel another cock two other cocks let her compare. 
Somehow he knew that in her mind, if in no other female's mind, his would be 
the superior penis.. 

"Okay, honey," Tom said to Jo Ann. "You don't have to tell me twice. You 
want cock, you get cock." 

His hands pressed outward on her perspiration-soaked, feminine thighs, 
spreading them as wide as possible. His stiff extension of hard prick 
brushed its head up and down against her naked cuntlips as he positioned 
himself perfectly. Jo Ann had only had a brief glimpse of his cock, and 
although it was satisfactory in size and breadth, it really wasn't anywhere 
near as long as Andrew's. Even .so, she had enough confidence in the elastic 
tightness of her cunt to know she would snap around the cock like a rubber 
band once he was inserted. 

"Mind if I join in?" Brian, the bearded man asked, moving his naked body 
closer to them, pushing Andrew aside. Jo Ann turned her head toward Brian, 
and noted he had a really formidable penis. It was slightly shorter than 
Andrew's, but just as thick. He was kneeling over Jo Ann's face from behind 
her, letting his cock hang over her tantalizing young lips. 

The men in the room watched as Tom eagerly eased his throbbing length of 
hot, hard cock between the tantalizingly fleshy lips of the young girl's 
seething pussy. Her narrow cuntal cleft was pulsing with the insane and 
uncontrollable desire that had swept totally over her. Jo Ann had her vision 
blocked by the other dangling cock, but it didn't matter at this point. She 
knew it wasn't Andrew entering her cunt, and so one cock was as good as 
another if it wasn't the one belonging to the man she had come to love. All 
that really mattered was the feeling of that hard, fleshy rod of stiffened 
prick poking tantalizingly between her vaginal labia, the head already into 
her vulva and grinding its way deeper and deeper inside. 

"Now! Please! Now!" she screamed aloud, knowing she would go totally out of 
her mind if he didn't start creating some friction by pounding it in and 
out. "Fuck me with it! Ram me with it! All the way, all the way, feed me 
every last little inch of it!" 

She reached down desperately between her thighs and her hand gripped the 
base and balls of the blond man. She stroked back and forth, trying to tug 
his cock deeper, feeling it swell to a greater thickness under the 
mesmerizing pressure of her girlish fingers. It was almost as if she was 
able to feel the blood actually pumping into the arteries that kept his cock 
hard. In reality, it was the twitching of his penis, caused by the arousal 
inside him, that Jo Ann felt. Her fingers were sticky because of the ooze of 
her own vaginal juices seeping out and coating her hand. 

Tom had his cock halfway into her, and he marveled at how tight the lovely 
blonde was, inside. God! This moving slow was driving him mad, too. Cocking 
his hips, he slammed forward, stabbing the rest of his pulsating prong into 
the teeming tunnel of her tantalizing twat. 

"Ahhhhhuuuunnnngggghhhh!" Jo Ann gasped with delight, her twisting body 
suddenly slamming solidly against the carpet on the floor as Tom pushed even 
harder, as if intent on driving his cock clear through her belly into her 
heart. Her cuntwalls sucked on his cock like a baby on a peppermint stick. 

"Ohhhhhh ... hhh hhaaaa annnnn nhhhh ... Goddddddd ... that's so good!" Jo 
Ann gasped out loud, then clamped her lips shut as Tom proceeded to tug the 
length of his throbbing cock out of her cuntal cistern only to power it once 
again into the wonderful pink breach, slamming it so far into her, it 
almost, not quite, reached her back wall. He rotated his cock as he went in, 
intensifying the feeling that much more for Jo Ann. 

Christ! As far as the blond man was concerned, this was some hot little 
cunt. Andrew had to be seven different kinds of a slimuck to share her with 
anyone else. He began pounding into her with a regulated rhythm, neither 
speeding up nor slowing down, methodically maintaining the same thrusting 
speed, each pistoning thrust seeming to go deeper than its predecessor. 

Jo Ann was in sexual nirvana for the moment. She saw nothing any longer, 
living merely for what her vagina was feeling as bright, exploding flashes 
went off in her brain, like countless flashbulbs suddenly exploding. 

Tom speeded up his driving thrusts, pounding into her narrow cunt faster and 
faster, unable to believe .the way her walls clung to his driving penis. 

"Hunh! Hunh! Hunh! Hunh!" Jo Ann gasped with each powering slam into her 
vaginal vault. 

"What's ... hhhuuuunnnhhhh ... wrong ... hhhaaannnhhh...." Tom asked, in a 
sneering voice, "is my ... uuuunnnhhh ... cock too much ... ooonnnhhh ... 
for you?" 

He punctuated his last word with another deep and violent thrust as he 
buried the full length of his pulsating penis all the way to its 
yellow-brush hilt in the steaming wetness of her vagina. Lunge after lunge 
continually buried the length of his hotly driving cock into the simmering 
depths of her squeezing, albeit oily cunt, and every agonizing thrust sent 
bone-shattering jolts of wanton excitement coursing through the quivering 
gelatinous tightness of her thrillingly naked womanly well. 

Jo Ann still had her vision blocked for the most part by the length of 
Brian's cock as he jerked on it while it hung over her lovely girlish face, 
but she felt the eyes of both, Brian and Andrew, burning, staring, gaping at 
her, lust filling both of them as Tom pounded into her cunt like a raging 
bull, holding her legs as wide apart as possible so that his hard-driving, 
digging thrusts sank into the sodden center of her bubbling female vat. Both 
pairs of eyes watched intently as Tom's stiff cock continued staking itself 
between the wetly gasping lips of her sucking cunt, squeezing it like a fist 
as the penis slid deeper and deeper into her or so it felt, anyway. 

Again and again the stiff male organ invaded the hungrily anxious depths of 
her clinging womb, feeling the clench of her inner membranes as they pulled 
on the hard length of his masculine drill. Tom, though not as long as 
Andrew, was trying to make up for it by hitting her cunt with his pelvis 
with bone-jarring force, shaking her up more than a little. The moving cock 
was sheer heaven, but the power of his scrubby pelvis against her own bare 
pubis was scraping her outer flesh raw, and she found it difficult to 
withstand much more. 

"Damn you!" she gasped. "That hurts! Next time you'd better shave that ... 
uuuunnnggg ... hair before fucking a girl ... ooonnnhhhhhh...." she told 
him, barely able to get the words out. 

As far as Tom was concerned, the helpless little blonde was his to do 
whatever he wished with, and she would have to take his cock any way he 
chose to fuck it into her. Confidence made him slow his stroking, the pace 
becoming a slow, regulated rhythm all over again. Now the penis almost 
gently sawed in and out of her droolingly oily embrasure, moving with long, 
tantalizing strokes. His hands were still pressing against her outwardly 
pressed thighs, rubbing the firm pillars and enjoying the softness of the 
inner flesh. Her vaginal muscles relaxed the littlest bit, but the friction 
was still there as he slowed his savage thrust a little more. 

The other two watched as if hypnotized at the moment, neither of them 
turning away for even a second as he eased the wetly glistening penis back 
from the clutching maw of her seething cunt, only to push forward once 
again, enjoying the feel of it disappearing into the oven-like center of 
pink, seething flesh until the tip lay buried as far inside her as was 
humanly possible, and his hairy pelvis once again pressed against the bare 
skin it had rubbed raw. Only now the pressure was bearable. With each 
forward attack, the weight of his balls, like dangling ballistae, slapped 
against her perineum and into the crack between her asscheeks, a crack now 
thoroughly sodden with the oils continually oozing from the depths of her 
cunt. 

Tom smiled, thinking himself that much more of a superior cocksman when he 
saw how totally abandoned Jo Ann was to the wild passion she was feeling as 
it continued surging through her. Her eyes were wide open, her head pressing 
on the floor as she stared at Brian's massive penile engine directly over 
her face, her long, blonde hair fanning out on either side of her like a 
halo. 

For some moments now, Jo Ann had been staring at Brian's penis but not 
really thinking about the throbbing organ. Now she realized the meaty 
phallus was pulsating with as much need as the one in her cunt as it 
continued hanging over her lovely countenance. Brian's hand was jerking 
madly on it, letting her know he was working himself into a frenzy watching 
the way this beautiful young blonde girl was being so deftly fucked by Tom. 
Christ! She looked like a wild bitch in heat! This made him jerk on his cock 
as if it were some kind of pump handle. His eyes remained glued to the way 
Tom's cock continued moving in and out of the narrow pandiculation between 
Jo Ann's tender white thighs. That was when the drooling oils seeping from 
the slit in the tip of his cock-head began hanging down in strings, leading 
onto her forehead and cheek, and she turned her mouth a little to catch some 
of the salty honey. 

"Anh! Yes! That's it! Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!" she insisted, 
between taking the time to lick the falling strings of oil into her mouth. 

Tom had found what he felt was definitely the best pace to fuck into her 
burning cunt, and Jo Ann was urging him on, her own inner juices continually 
lubricating the furnace of her hot, fleshy tunnel as he slammed into her 
with repeatedly driving force. 

At one point she thought she was able to see beyond Brian's cock, and for a 
moment caught a glimpse of an anxious Andrew. He cared! The concern was 
written all over his face, and warmth flooded through her, because in spite 
of what was happening at the moment, Jo Ann was certain her cousin was as 
much in love with her as she was with him. 

As a result, the flames of desire built that much higher in the seething 
depths of her vagina, for, loving Andrew, and feeling the physical delight 
Tom was giving her, Jo Ann felt herself once again reaching for the stars. 
There was only one way to hit the topmost star in the universe, and she 
proceeded to strive for it. She ground her tantalizing pussy higher and 
higher to meet Tom's driving thrusts, heedless of the way his wiry hairs 
scrubbed her bare pelvis. Reaching forward with both hands, she dug her 
nails into his asscheeks, and pulled him all the more solidly into her 
vagina, forcing his long, solid penis that much farther into the needing 
vise of her cuntal crypt. 

Jo Ann heard Brian saying something, but she wasn't really paying attention. 
At the moment anything anyone said was superfluous. She was in a state of 
ecstasy all over again. But whatever he was saying, it seemed to amuse Tom, 
because the blond-haired boy fucking her was laughing out loud. 

She tried clearing her mind in order to pick out the words she had been 
hearing, but the words remained unintelligible to her. What was going on? 

That was when she felt strong hands suddenly grip her under her shoulders. 
Another pair of strong hands Andrew's moved beneath her waist. Tom's hands 
were under her buttocks, and in order to keep his cock in her cunt, she had 
to spread her thighs even wider, almost into a ballet split. She was being 
lifted, turned on her side, and Tom was on his side, his cock still inside 
her. This was all but impossible! 

Suddenly she found herself sitting on top of Tom's cock, and he was slamming 
the soles of his feet against the floor as he continued to relentlessly fuck 
into the boiling urn of her cunt unceasingly. Her knees were pressing 
against the carpet, her ass up in the air, and her small breasts, just 
barely able to dangle, rubbed against the hair all over Tom's chest. He was 
pounding into her in short, deep bursts from underneath as she all but lay 
on top of him. 

Tom's hand tangled itself in her hair, and he forced her beautiful mouth to 
press against his. She was aware of his long, rough, masculine tongue 
probing into her mouth, making her think he was fucking her both, top and 
bottom. 

Her asscheeks were straight up in the air as he continued pumping into her 
delightful pussy from below, his long cock stiff and unbending as it 
continued pushing its way into the cave of her cunt. Now she was the one in 
control of the fucking. 

But the lovely girl's asscheeks snapped forward involuntarily as she 
suddenly felt an unmistakable prodding of something against the narrow 
opening of her asshole. She clenched her rounded buttocks tightly shut. 
Hell! She had been ass-fucked before, but only when her cunt had been empty. 
A cock in her cunt meant her ass-channel was now even more narrow than it 
had been before, and Brian had one thick hunk of masculine machinery there. 

Jo Ann did her best to try and ward off the unseen cock, knowing it was 
Brian's because Andrew was in her line of vision again, merely watching, 
masochistically torturing himself by forcing himself to watch this which he, 
himself, had set up. But Brian was intent on plundering her asshole. He was 
gentle enough about it, considering his intent, and though she did her best 
to clench her asscheeks tightly together, he somehow managed to tease them 
apart. Then his seeking cock, coated with heavy coverings of its own seeping 
oil, pushed against the tightly narrow pucker of her delightful asshole. He 
was gripping his cock with both hands to keep it steady as he pushed 
forward, and Tom was helping by gripping her lovely asscheeks, a drooling 
grin spread on his face, knowing once Brian's cock was in her ass, it would 
make her cunt that much tighter for him. 

Jo Ann writhed helplessly, moving her upturned buttocks from side to side in 
the hope of escaping the blunted head of his probing cock, and for a few 
moments she was able to keep the fleshy tip from doing more than rubbing 
against her anal asterisk. But Tom had her pressed tightly against his chest 
and his hands pulled on her asscheeks, holding them wide open while also 
keeping her from moving in any direction. Brian had the smooth, rubbery head 
of his cock against the tight sphincter ring by now, and he was pushing with 
all his might to get his thick penis probing into her rectum. 

She felt something cold and oily on her asshole, and she realized Andrew had 
gotten some cooking oil from the kitchen and he was pouring it on the tip of 
Brian's cock. God! The oil was sliding into her rectum, and she knew the 
cock was going to go into her, now. 

Brian smiled at Andrew, silently thanking him. Unlike Tom, Brian was a quiet 
sort, but he always accomplished what he set out to do. 

He pushed his oiled cock forward, and this time it began slipping tightly 
into the narrowly cringing little anal pucker. Little by little he 
relentlessly shaved forward, and soon nearly every last millimeter of cock 
had penetrated her rectum. 

"Huuuuaaawwwwwaaaagggghhhh!" Jo Ann cried out, feeling more than a little 
discomfort at having her rectal passage, which had been narrowed by the cock 
in her cunt, suddenly widened by an even thicker one moving into her 
back-shaft. 

She slammed her cunt down vainly on Tom's pulsing penis, but she was only 
able to go so far down. She had to stop when all of Tom's cock was buried in 
her cunt, and there was no escaping the enormous probing of the penis in her 
helpless rectum. She squirmed frantically, trying hard to rid herself of 
Brian's thick probe, but as she did so, her amazing elasticity displayed 
itself and her tunnel opened and stretched without any damage occurring to 
her membranes. 

Andrew stared with envy at his two friends, yet he knew this was something 
he'd had to do. To begin with, it was something with which he had threatened 
Jo Ann right from the beginning of their relationship, and he had to keep 
his word. More, he somehow had sensed she had to know what it was like to be 
fucked by more than one cock at the same time, and he wanted her fucked by 
these two, who, next to himself, were the two best cocksmen he knew. She 
would not only have the single most enjoyable double-fuck, but at the same 
time she would mentally compare their abilities with his own, and he knew by 
now that where Jo Ann was concerned, he would come out on top. 

The lovely blonde slid upward on Tom's throbbing probe until only the tip 
was left inside her. In doing so, she felt Brian's long cock sink into her 
rear tunnel right to the limit. There was no longer any kind of discomfort. 
Little by little both tunnels were accustoming themselves to the dual 
invasion. She was beginning to enjoy this thrillingly incredible sensation 
more and more. Being fucked by two men at once was the most thrilling 
physical experience a woman was capable of feeling next to being in love. 
She was gasping out her pleasure, letting the three men know how much she 
was enjoying herself. 

Tom was getting into his stride now, digging his feet into the carpet and 
fucking his cock solidly into her with upward jabbing movements, grunting 
with delight as their wetly perspiring bellies slapped obscenely together. 
Brian was complementing Tom's thrusting cock with short, powerful lunges of 
his own into the narrowness of her tiny asshole, enjoying himself as never 
before. 

Jo Ann was rhythmically grinding her hips now, making certain both swelling 
penises continued sinking to their deepest length in her front and rear 
tunnels. She had her weight evenly distributed on her forearms and her 
knees, her small breasts dangling beneath as Tom moved his head so he was 
finally able to pop a nipple between his lips. Her entire body was a mass of 
quivering nerves. 

The lovely blonde's orgasm, which had been so long in coming, now rose up 
inside her like an inundating tidal wave, making her head swim, her blood 
boil, and a trillion sparkers go off in her head. She screwed herself up and 
down, up and down on the man's hard cock, moving faster and faster, shoving 
her ass back to meet Brian's invading prick, then her cunt forward to accept 
Tom's. She was unable to restrain her inner self any longer. 

"AAAAAU YYYYYY EEEEEA AAAAAA GGGGGG HHHHHH NNNGGG GGGHHH AAAGGG HHHHHU 
UUURRR RRRGGG GGHHHH AAA-WWW WWAAAA GGGGGH HHHAAA AANNNN GGGGGH HHH!" she 
yelled, and after stiffening and straining, she collapsed with all her 
weight on top of Tom. Her toes clawed at the carpeting beneath, and a 
tremendous flood of her vaginal juices came spurting out around his cock and 
washed down his pelvis as she enjoyed a dual orgasm, for the cock in her ass 
had set her off, as well. 

Then it was Brian's turn. Because his cock was in the tighter hole, and 
because he was more sensitive than Tom, he bellowed out his own orgasm, and 
he fired relentlessly into her teemingly tight anal tunnel. He grunted again 
and again, firing blast after blast into her asshole, and her rectal 
sphincter clung so tightly to his cock, it was all but impossible for the 
blood to recede from it, and so he had to tug his cock from her asshole 
while it was still in an erect state. It came out with a loud "plurrp" as he 
fell heavily on his back on the floor, unable to move. 

Tom had seemingly been waiting for Brian to unleash his load, and now, using 
his strength, he gripped the girl's hips and jerked her hot cunt up and down 
over the length of his cock until he had fired his own sperm into her. He 
blasted with as much force as Brian. 

Jo Ann didn't wait for his cock to shrink inside her. She felt such a strong 
yearning for Andrew, she was up and off Tom's cock while he was still 
spurting, letting his secretions plop from her cunt all over his body as she 
ran to Andrew, tugged open his zipper, and fellated him until she was 
drinking the sweetness of his sperm down her throat. No she felt really 
satisfied. 

 CHAPTER TWELVE 

Those had been the most glorious two weeks in Jo Ann's young life, to-date. 
Her aunt had returned the following day, and for a while it seemed that in 
spite of Andrew's promises, he wouldn't be able to make good. 

The worst part of it was, Jo Ann's internal self was yearning for everything 
Andrew had to offer. But he was off to work early in the morning, and he 
didn't come home until six in the evening, while Jo Ann spent the entire day 
with her aunt, learning how to be a homemaker and a good cook. 

It was on the third Wednesday in July that she got the idea of asking her 
aunt if it was alright if she went to the city to see a play. Wednesday was 
matinee day. Her aunt had agreed, provided that she and Andrew come home 
together, since his wholesale diamond store wasn't far from the area where 
all the theaters were located. 

Thus, every Wednesday, for the rest of the summer, Jo Ann went to the city, 
and Andrew took her to a small, nearby intimate motel were he proceeded to 
fuck the lovely ass off her in every way possible. 

Now it was the end of summer, and Jo Ann had returned home to live with her 
parents. She had a few more years of high school, but she wasn't going to 
let that keep her from enjoying herself. Heck, no! Granted, she lived quite 
a way from her Aunt Celia's house, but Andrew did have a car, and somehow, 
twice a week, on Mondays and Thursdays, he had promised he would sneak out 
to see her. There was a number of so-called discreet motels nearby, and Jo 
Ann, in order to make certain her parents didn't worry about her prolonged 
absences on those days, claimed she was going to take up aerobic exercises 
at a local gym. What made it easier for her was the fact that both her 
parents worked. Had her mother been home all the time, it would have been 
more difficult, since Jo Ann would probably have had to find a way of coming 
home at least an hour or two earlier. 

But in a few years, yes, just a few more years, she would be finished with 
high school. Then she and Andrew would be able to declare their desire to 
get married. Until then, she had to wait and continue this deception. 

How she never became pregnant in all that time was something she was totally 
at a loss to explain. What she didn't know was that her cousin and his 
friends both wore tight Jockey shorts which kept their testicles close to 
their body when they ought to have been hanging more loosely. The body 
temperature had affected the balls of all three to where the testicles had 
produced only minimal amounts of sperm. Thus it was practically impossible 
for her to become pregnant. 

In later years, when she eventually would end up marrying Andrew, he would 
switch to boxer shorts, and three months after their marriage, she would 
become pregnant, But that was in the future, and Jo Ann had now way of 
knowing that, just yet. 

For the moment, she would have to simply wait but Andrew would make the 
waiting worthwhile. 


THE END
