Chapter 2
Her uncle cut into the torrent of her words. "Cool it, Jodie. You still got your car,, right? Leave right now. No good-byes or anything. Don't tell them where you're going. Just get over here immediately..."
As she listened to the familiar comforting sound of her uncle's words, the fear and revulsion seemed to leave Jodie's mind. As a snake sloughs its skin and emerges afresh to face its world, so it was with her. She felt pure and purposeful again and able to go into a new, clean world with confidence. The horror of the last few hours had fallen from her and she was young, pure and trusting once more.
Her voice was childlike and eager as she breathed goodbye into the receiver before turning to scan the room where she had spent her childhood. As she gazed over the old familiar objects of her bedroom, she realized with a blinding clarity that she had left her innocence behind her and had no further use for her childhood possessions. What had happened between her and her father in this room had put a period to her girlhood and she was now ready to emerge from the chrysalis of her youth.
Determined, she picked up the overnight case containing a few clothes, turned, and silently walked away from the trauma of her past. Closing the broken, gaping door quietly, she tiptoed past her parents' bedroom and headed for the stairs.
A low, confused murmur of voices pursued her from behind their door. The high-pitched interrogation of her mother played a duet with the deeper bass of her father's answers. A shudder of revulsion shook Jodie's slim frame. The low, steady assurance of her father's voice sounded so goddamned righteous. Only she knew him for the sick, perverted beast that he really was.
Her passage through the darkness of the house was ghostlike in its quietness. The girl who had once believed and dreamed in the false security of her father's house had died, and an adult knowledgeable young woman was leaving in her place.
The front door closed behind her with a solid, wooden sound like the closing of a coffin lid on the dead past. Her feet crunched on the raked gravel of the front drive before she stepped onto the soft green of the well-kept lawn. Taking the shortcut beside the garage, she reached her car, parked by the little-used rear entrance.
Seating herself behind the wheel of the yellow Triumph, she cautiously eased the motor into life and drove off quietly into her new adventure.
The side streets of suburban Beverly Hills were deserted and eerie as the noise of the Triumph's exhaust echoed back from the sleeping houses.
Occasionally the shaded light from some bedroom window brought her mind back to the horror she had experienced in the last few hours. God alone knew what perversions were being practiced behind those tightly shuttered windows. The trim gardens and dignified houses might well harbor secrets as hideous as the one that had driven her from the similar house of her childhood.
Thankfully she reached the intersection of Robertson and Santa Monica Boulevards. Turning right, she let herself merge with the bustling enthusiasm of the Hollywood-bound traffic. In a few short minutes, she would be in Hollywood- glamorous, crazy, vibrant Hollywood, where people went to be themselves. No matter what you were running away from, there was always Hollywood to escape to-an oasis that did not question the thirsty, lost souls who flocked to its gushing fountains.
The traffic slowed as she reached the town's center. Everyone, tourist and resident alike, was reluctant to let the ever-changing spectacle of this crazy metropolis rush past his speeding car.
Scanning the sidewalks as she drove, Jodie felt her heart settle peacefully. These were her kind of people. Many of them were early teenagers like herself. No doubt Jodie's story would have a familiar ring to many of the young, hippie-garbed girls who dreamed along the star-studded cement pavements in front of the theaters and shops. They too had walked out of intolerable situations to seek the reality of their hopes.
With a start, Jodie realized that she had nearly missed Highland Boulevard and Uncle Dick's turn-off. Easing her car into the center of the road, she made a left and headed into one of the quiet backwaters of older frame houses that hide behind the glamorous better-known frontages of Hollywood. Into these little pockets had dropped a collection of human flotsam from the entire world.
Technicians from the nearby studios rubbed shoulders with dark-skinned foreign students from distant countries. Beaded hippies did their thing in rundown shacks, while next door an elderly housewife nagged her husband into buying the latest gimmick she had seen on television. Because of their many differences, the inhabitants of these communities had learned to live in isolated toleration of their neighbors.
True to form, no curtains twitched or busybodies watched as Jodie's car stopped in the short concrete drive in front of Dick Hamilton's pad.
A candle flickered fitfully behind the multi-hued serape that served as a front room curtain. And the faint sounds of hard rock music dribbled out of the front doorway.
Jodie's heels clicked as she made her way toward the dark invitation of the unlit doorway. Running her eyes over the variety of stained posters, she searched for the bell among the statements that "God is Love" and "War is Bad Karma." A final poster was pinned crookedly to the doorpost. A top-hatted Uncle Sam pointed a solicitous finger at her head and asked, "Have you taken your pill today?"
Jodie smiled in the darkness. Really, her Uncle Dick was a nut. She shook her head as she thought of the static that would result if the front door of her father's sedate Beverly Hills mansion displayed these vividly colored prints.
Giving up her search for the bell, Jodie's long fingernail tapped timidly on the doorknob beside her. The sound of movement came to her from inside the room as Dick eased his lanky body out of the sagging bed and made his barefooted way into the gloom of the hall.
His voice sounded relieved as he peered into the dimness toward Jodie. "You made it, Jodie baby. Come in. Come in." He motioned her to follow him into the candlelit room he had emerged from. Trustingly Jodie walked through the household smells of steak cooking and the vague acrid smell of pot that seemed to have penetrated into the very structure of the house itself. After the gloom of the hallway, the candlelit room seemed relatively well-lighted, enabling her to scrutinize it as she paused for a moment before entering.
The room contained no more than the barest essentials, and yet it managed to appear crowded. Against one wall stood an old, brass-posted bed, its sagging springs giving mute testimony to its constant usage. Above it, a four-foot full-color poster depicted a sunlit girl walking naked through a field of yellow flowers. The other walls were covered with books on home-made shelving. Music came from an expensive hi-fi and record player perched on concrete building blocks in the fireplace. In the center of the room, a table groaned under the accumulated litter of writing materials and opened books. A cardboard container from a MacDonald's hamburger stand stared back at Jodie greasily from its hiding place behind the typewriter. The stained carpet was threadbare in the areas around the door and fireplace.
Sensing her reluctance, her uncle turned toward her and smiled. "I know it's not what you are used to, but come in and relax. The vibes are good and there's food out in the icebox." He waved his hand towards the bed. "Sit down, lie down, anything. But for Christ sake, quit looking like a social worker visiting the needy."
Jodie felt the old warmth flooding back into her at Dick's ribbing tone. She perched, birdlike, on the edge of the unmade bed and smiled up at him feebly. There was warmth and depth in Dick's answering grin.
"That's better. Remember us? We refugees from 'way back. You and I together and screw the rest of the world."
He turned toward the door. "You look like you need something more than words. The landlord has given the inmates a room in the back that he expansively refers to as a kitchen. I'm going to make two cups of cocoa. You just sit here and soak in the atmosphere 'til I get back."
He turned on his heel and left Jodie alone in the room. Tentatively she eased herself farther onto the bed. A raw stab of pain shot through her bruised and beaten ass as it made closer contact with the lumpy mattress. Gritting her teeth, she stood up and, lifting the skimpy miniskirt, attempted to inspect the painful reminders of her father's outburst. Easing her pantyhose down, she waddled over to the mirror above the fireplace. By bending over and craning her neck, the rounded mounds of her bottom were visible in the reflecting glass. Two angry red welts blazed across the soft smooth velvet of her firm buttocks. Gingerly she touched them with her fingers and felt the renewal of her previous agony. A low moan broke from her open mouth, masking the quiet approach of her uncle with the two cups of cocoa.
The first knowledge of his presence came with his incredulous laugh.
"What the hell are you doing? Warming up my supper?"
Embarrassed, she straightened up and faced him. The tears of pain glistened in the corners of her eyes and cut short Dick's bantering tone. He reached out for her as she attempted to pull her pantyhose over the raw flesh of her behind.
His voice was concerned and sympathetic as he asked, "Have you hurt yourself, kid? Let me look."
Jodie attempted to withdraw herself from his embrace.
"Stop playing the prude. I used to bathe you before you knew what it was for. Turn around and I'll see what I can do."
Obediently Jodie surrendered herself to the firm masculinity of his demand. A cry of dismay forced itself through Dick's pursed lips as he saw the brutal punishment that her young flesh has suffered.
"Did my brother do this to you, baby?"
Jodie's eyes looked at him helplessly through her tears. She nodded her head. Cold, implacable disgust ran through Dick's barely audible words.
"The miserable, no-good son of a bitch. I'll see that he gets his if it's the last thing that I do."
He framed Jodie's tear-stained face in his hands and kissed her lightly on the forehead.
"What else did he do to you? We'll get to the whys later."
Without speaking, Jodie slowly undid the buttons on her blouse and peeled the covering skin of cotton from her own scarred flesh. Appreciatively Dick's eyes took in the forming beauty of his niece's young body until his eyes rested on the vivid imprints emblazoned across the succulence of her ripe breasts. Unbelievingly he shook his head as if to evaluate the workings of a mind that could outrage a daughter's body in such a brutal manner.
"That settles it. You're staying here until we get things straightened out. That goddamned animal should be behind bars. You're not safe around him."
Taking her hand, Dick led her tenderly over to the ramshackle bed. "Lie down, sweetheart. I'm going to get something to ease the pain a little."
He left the room for a minute to return bearing a bottle of suntan lotion. "This should take some of the sting out of it. The oil will soothe and the astringent will dull the pain."
Trustingly Jodie let him pour out the sweet-smelling oil until it formed a pool between the twin swelling of her superb tits. Gently, caressingly, Dick's fingers worked their way over the ivory whiteness of her breasts until they were following the angry red path of the painful weals. The first few strokes of their passage caused unbearable jabs of pain until the questing fingers began to circle the abused nipples. Slowly she found the consciousness of agony sinking lower and lower until the pleasant stimulus of his teasing fingers blotted out all but the sensual response of her aroused and firming nipples.
Her mouth parted and the heartwrenching sobs of pain became a low murmur of animal content.
"Oh, Dick. I do love you so. You are so good to me.
Dick's response was noncommittal. "Somebody needs to be good to you. You poor little devil. You've had enough misery to last for a lifetime." He smiled at her fondly. "Now try to kneel up on the bed. I'm going to try and get some oil on your rear end as well."
Jodie's childlike nature responded dutifully. The sympathy and concern of her uncle broke through any barriers of inhibition that she might have attempted to hide behind if another man had made the same request. The bed creaked as she transferred her weight onto her knees and elbows. The clean sweep of her thighs erupted into the voluptuous rotundity of her buttocks, along the slight sway of her arched back, to end in the rich profusion of her flowing hair. The small babylike face hid its expression behind the fall of her sweeping blonde locks.
From where Dick knelt before the bed, the twin cones of her adolescent breasts hung symmetrically from the walls of her heaving chest. Her stomach was taut and tense with the pain that radiated from the raw stripes across her body. Dick murmured low, soft phrases, like a handler to a frightened horse.
"Gently, baby. There now, easy, easy...
As he spoke, he flooded the palm of his hands with the soothing oil and carefully applied it to the livid stripes across her ass. An appreciative, almost catlike purr came from low in Jodie's throat and spilled through the hair that hung around her hidden face.
"Oh, that feels so much better. Gently, gently."
As he massaged her contused breasts and buttocks, Dick's eyes traversed the beautiful young body that lay in eye-closed surrender before him.
"Is there anywhere else, Jodie? Anything else that he did to you that I can't see?"
Jodie's voice was distant and resigned as she answered. "Well, he tried to... er... look inside my... er, you know. He put his finger into me and said if other men could, I should let him as well."
Dick's massaging hand faltered for a second. "Thank Christ you kept your head and phoned me.
Jodie's flowing hair shook as she nodded her blonde head. "You are the only person I could talk to."
She turned her head and shook the hair from her face. A slow, grateful smile transformed her tortured expression. "I love you, Uncle Dick. Right now it seems that you are the only worthwhile, decent person I know in the whole wide world. The only one that I can believe in."
She thrust her buttocks higher into the air, her ripe young pussy seeking his caressing hand like the flanks of an eager puppy demanding attention.
"Uncle Dick. Would you make me clean again?" Her voice was vibrant with hope. "It feels so good and healing as you rub that oil on my body. Rub some on me where he had his horrible fingers. Help me to forget what he did to me, please. Please..."
Her uncle's voice was as soothing as a lullaby as his oil-slick hand slipped over the pliancy of her plump ass. Still kneading and rotating with his palm, he allowed his fingers to wander nearer and nearer to her delicious honeypot as he murmured throaty words of affection to the acquiescent girl.
Imperceptibly, he altered the position of his stroking hand until it had abandoned all pretense of easing the pain in her beaten brutalized ass and was unashamedly massaging the mound of her virginal slit. Increasing his pressure a little as he judged her initial shock had diminished, his greasy, frictionless fingers began to ease into the flowerlike folds of her moist cunt. The oil combined with the crystal-clear juices that had involuntarily flooded her unknowing love pit. The combination imparted a velvety smoothness to the pink convolutions of her saturated slit. The motion of Dick's flexible fingers increased until he was rubbing his cupped hand along the complete length of her upthrust cunt. The outside fingers slid effortlessly over the nearly hairless outer lips, while the questing, crooked middle finger plowed the furrow of her sweet girlhood.
The sensation was indescribable as the electric messages ran through the unused telegraph system of her erotic nerves. Bells jangled in her brain insistently, repeating... repeating the demand. More. More. More. The red intensity of her awakened passion scorched through her, burning out all memory of the abuse and bestiality of the experience with her sex-sick father.
This ecstatic emotion that she was feeling under the manipulating caress of Uncle Dick was outside anything she had dreamed possible in the short seventeen years of her unloved childhood. She had looked into the mind of her uncle, listened to his winged words as he read to her, transmitting his innermost thoughts to her through the medium of his poetry. His mind, she knew, was as pure and as idealistic as her own. And now, through the instrument of her body, he was enabling her to experience the same Olympian heights that she felt he lived on. Dick's probing finger sought and found the dormant bud of her tiny clitoris. A few life-long seconds of encirclement with his finger brought it throbbing into blossoming desire. A shudder ran through her body as the stimulation convulsed her. Watching, Dick saw the angles of her breasts sharpen as the supporting muscles tensed under the delicate pits of her arms. The pink jujubes of her nipples puckered and swelled until they stood out from the darker red of the surrounding areolas-succulent, sugared cocktail cherries tempting his parched impassioned mouth. Through the pounding, throbbing heartbeats in his ears, Dick heard her voice coming to him in a low, throaty murmur.
"Dick. Darling. Come into bed. Hold me close, please... please."
Without ceasing his manipulation of her eagerly pulsing twat, Dick fumbled for the buckle of his belt. Awkwardly he eased the leather thong through the tirass buckle and pulled the zipper down on his bulging pants. His stiff prick leapt from its confinement like an eager stallion. Removing his hand from its moist plaything, he slipped his shirt from his sweating chest. Falling on the bed beside her, he lifted one plump thigh across his head and saw the pink gash of her savory pussy poised and waiting above him. The golden fuzz of her girlish pubic hair gleamed in a futile attempt to mask the eagerness of the twitching twat below it. The lips of her vagina were practically hairless, sporting an almost indescribable fuzz that matched the burnished sheen of her silky blonde head.
With a low moan, he reached for her trembling hips and pulled the tasty morsel onto his open mouth. The tangy flavor of her juices dripped and flooded his face as he ran his tongue along the sweet length of her love pit. A wet slurping sound rose above the impassioned groans of Jodie's surrender as Dick's tongue lapped and scooped at the tight-muscled opening of her vaginal passage. Instinctively, Jodie thrust her awakened nest tighter onto Dick's face, pressing his nose against her twitching love button as his tongue worked deeper and deeper into the secret, untouched honey jar above him.
Jodie floated on purple clouds of delight, high above the commonplace monotony of all she had ever known. Dick was the man who had shown her the way to such ecstasy. Her mind raced frantically. Was there anything that she could do to let him share the glory that pulsated through her? There must be some way that she could show her delight and appreciation of all that he was doing for her. Opening her eyes, she tried to seek inspiration through the tears of abandoned joy that filled them. Looking down, she saw that a monstrous, iron-hard salami-like thing thrust itself upward from Dick's hairy groin. The memory flooded back to her of the Mexican boy, and her struggles in the back of his car.
He too had offered her his hard fleshy staff, telling her to "suck it, baby, like you've never sucked before."
How true his words had been. Right now she was going to suck a cock like she had never sucked before, because this awe-inspiring rod that throbbed inches from her eyes would be the first one ever. Experimentally she opened her mouth and made a pad of her warm red tongue. Taking the base of her uncle's tool in her encircling fingers, she guided the impossible mouthful towards her wide-open lips.
Timidly she pointed her tongue and let it flicker across the purple-headed monster. As she squeezed on the muscular base of his pecker, a drop of clear lubricating emission oozed from the urethra opening. Again her darting tongue thrust out toward its prey. Lingering for a moment, it lapped up the dewlike drop and withdrew back into the security of her saliva-filled mouth. A thin, glistening thread marked the path of her tongue's movement and hung in a gossamer-thin web from her pouting lips to the pulsing prick she had just tasted. She could feel her uncle's breathing change its tempo as it ruffled the delicate down of her pubic hairs. Sensing his satisfaction, she again pulled the firmness of his dong toward her open mouth.
Slowly, timidly, she eased the intruder past her full lips until the entire knob was lying on her tongue in a moist pool of saliva. The dribbling urethra leaked its love juice and merged with the profuse secretions of her own stimulated taste buds until the well below her juicy tongue was filled to overflowing.
Unthinking, she swallowed, causing her tongue to slide along the sensitive underside of Dick's dong. The effect was as if she had applied a bare electric wire to the sensitive flesh and not a wet red tongue. The reflex started at the mouth-filling tip of his tool and convulsed through his leaping body to end in a most satisfying manner. Pleased with the result, she repeated the experiment. By seeking out the spots that caused the greatest response, she soon found where to apply her ferreting tongue to the best advantage. Dick redoubled his own efforts and sent his tongue darting along the soft meat of her eager pussy.
It was like a perfect dance team, each one following the lead of the other. Not only the intensity but the location of her partner's questing tongue could be directed by altering the tempo on the tasty skin flute that Jodie blew a tune on. Breathing a little sigh of contentment, Jodie settled down to work seriously on the newly discovered delights.
Tenderly she eased the unfamiliar length of her uncle's probe deeper into the hot, questing depths of her mouth until the hard flesh of the knob was held firmly between her tongue and the roof of her palate. Sucking firmly, she tried to draw the erect staff deeper into her. The movements of her tongue along his dilated member sent Dick into fresh paroxysms of endeavor.
His licking tongue flickered into every nectar-holding fold of Jodie's sweet honeypot until it found and concentrated on the expanded pod of her clit. Despite her youth and virginity, the fleshy protrusion was hard and eagerly responded to his ministrations.
Thrusting his lips forward, he sucked lovingly on the little bean until he had managed to draw it into his mouth. Closing his teeth around it, he held it captive while his tongue revolved steadily around the responsive prisoner. Jodie increased still further the insistent sucking caress of her frantic mouth in a wild endeavor to match the unbearable pleasure that her uncle was tonguing her toward.
The bed groaned and swayed unheard as they left the world of reality and disappeared into a blood-pounding, passionate heaven of their own. Jodie's hips worked convulsively as she ground herself down upon her partner, oblivious to all but the hot tongue that darted rays of fire throughout her panting body. Her clutching hands stopped their up-and-down massage for a moment as she eased the swollen, jerking rod out of her mouth.
Her voice was wondering and half afraid as she gasped, "Dick, darling. What are you doing to me? What's happening? I feel all funny and tingling inside as if I'm going to explode."
Dick's reply was muffled by her still-rotating twat as the words vibrated against the wet, spread lips of her pussy.
"It means... Jodie baby... that you're coming any minute. Me too... don't stop..."
Obediently the girl closed her mouth over the erect tool as she wondered whether it was humanly possible to go beyond the state of ecstasy that she was already in. A few lifelong seconds later, she knew.
The complacency of her childhood world exploded into a million bursting stars as she reached the crescendo of her first climax. All her doubts and fears were swept away in deluging spasms of roaring intensity and she rode the crest of sexuality into the new world of adulthood.
At the curling, incredible peak of her own release, she felt the passive extension of her partner's manhood jerk and harden to intolerable proportions, filling her already strained and submissive mouth with its enormity. Dick's voice seemed to come to her out of a beautiful red and violet sunset.
"I'm comingggggggggggg! Swallow it, Jodie! Swallow it!"
As if in response to his spoken words, the mouth-filling instrument began to pump hot, viscous fluid into her mouth. Her hands could feel the surging passage of the seminal fluid through the discharging weapon she held so tight. Like a child on a teat, she drew the milky fluid from the spouting head and gulped it down hungrily. There was a symbolic Tightness that appealed to her. As she was being drained of the pent-up years of love-starved existence, as she could feel the hot discharge of her overwrought body flowing through her saturated vagina, so could she feel the strength and assurance of her mature and worldly uncle pumping into her mouth to be absorbed by ac love-starved body.
Tenderly she drew the softening prick out to its full length. Swallowing the now limp penis to its full extent, she clamped her firm young lips around the hairy base and milked her sucking mouth inch by inch upward until the dripping head alone remained in the hot recess of her mouth. A thin, watery vestige was all that remained of the gushing torrent of a few sensuous moments ago. Sighing contentedly, she held it in her mouth until it was permeated by her saliva, then swallowed it down to join the rest of what she felt was his essence deep inside her. Dick groaned and eased his head from the vise of her locked legs. Sitting up, he reached for a corner of the crumpled bedsheet and wiped the glistening love juices from his face.
"Do you want to know something?" he asked her happily. "I have waited for that moment for many long years. When you were a little kid, I knew that this was going to happen someday. And my little darling, it was well worth waiting for. I love you, Jodie. No, don't say anything."
He held his hand up as she was about to break in. "Let me finish first. I love you. I've dreamt about you. Written poetry about you. Lived in a kind of waking sleep, knowing, believing that you would come to me eventually. In you, Jodie, I have known that there was something good and unsullied and that perhaps I could catch a glimpse of it through loving you. Stay with me, Jodie. I'll write. Write about you as no woman has been written about before. You have just felt what we are to each other. Believe me, that's just the start. I will not force you, but one day, when you say you are ready, we will consummate our love. Instead of entering you through your mouth, as glorious as it is, I will merge into your body. Symbolically we will be as one. You and I and screw the rest of the money-grubbing world. Here, let me read to you. Not something that I've written, but words that man wrote to a woman a thousand years ago."
He stood up shakily and went to the bookcase. Running his hands along the stacked volumes, he selected one and sat down again on the bed beside her.
"The Song of Solomon," he said quietly. "Did you ever read it, love?"
Jodie shook her sweat-wet, tousled head.
Dick smiled at her. Moistening his finger, he opened the book and turned the pages. Then his deep voice began to speak the old, biblical words of a love song that had haunted men for a thousand years. Jodie let herself sink behind the meaning of this recital into a warm, comforting world of a girl's first love.
Imperceptibly, as Dick finished the first few verses and began the erotic catalogue of the lovers' bodies, his hands followed the caress of his voice and strayed sensuously over the soft curves of Jodie's reclining, permissive body. The fingers of his stroking hands ruffled through the blonde pubic hair of her arched mound of Venus as his words played across her naked body like a soft tropical breeze.
"Your stomach a golden mound of wheat, Ringed with scarlet anemones, Whilst your breasts are as two shy fawns, The twins of..."
His words became lost in the mounting rise of Jodie's desire as Dick's fingers found the pink ripeness of her berrylike nipples. Odd, broken phrases came to her over the throb of pulsing blood in her ears.
"How charming thou are beloved, How meet for the pleasures of love..."
Jodie felt the hard grasp of his hands as they cupped her breasts, forcing the tender pink nipples to aroused points. His fingers tweaked and stimulated their pliant playthings as his voice droned on.
"Her breasts like polished marble...
Thereon, like apples of the pomegranate, two glistening jewels..."
The soft murmur of his voice ceased and Jodie became aware of the masculine muscularity of his body as he slipped into bed beside her. Kittenlike and contented, she snuggled close to the assurance of his mansmell. In a trance of desire, she felt the hard insistence of his erection as it pressed against her stomach. A cry of need broke from her as she slid her head along his rough chest hairs until her open mouth found the ready thrust of his waiting tool. Her breath was warm upon his bulging, purple-headed penis as she spoke. "Give me all of you, darling. Let me take you completely, inside of me, for always."
Gradually her words lost their meaning and became the primitive animal sounds of a woman worshipping before the phallic totem of her lover's manhood. A low crooning note sprang from deep within her throat and spilled around the mouth-filling dick that corked her mouth and obstructed her words. With eager concentration, she sucked the cock into hard, shuddering virility. Her saliva drooled and moistened the blunt, straining head that was soon to batter its way into her unused, virginal love pit.
Slowly, determinedly, she eased her head from off its throbbing intruder. The gigantic staff stood upright and ready, thrusting out from its hairy junction with his reclining body.
Her face was serious and composed as if she was aware that she was voluntarily sacrificing the purity of her girlhood.
Bracing herself, she knelt upright and straddled the recumbent man as he lay beneath her parted legs. Reaching under her with one hand, she grasped the instrument of her deflowering and lowered her tightly spread twat onto it. The saliva-moistened head buried itself eagerly in the juicy folds of her outer labia.
Tensing herself on her bent, trembling legs, she rubbed the hardness of the prick along the full length of her slit. The electrifying tool sent its message through her as it travelled along her sex groove. From the voluptuous crack of her rounded buttocks it poked its hard, urgent message as it passed. It lingered lovingly for a moment on the tight brown orifice of her red-brown anus, then slithered through the mucous-moistened delights of her twat until it reached the focal point of her quivering love button.
With a squeal of delight, Jodie felt the never-to-be-forgotten sensation of her first prick probing the intimacy of her juicy young cunt and nuzzling the swelling of her pulsating clitoris.
Blind to everything but the urgency of her desire, the girl held the stiff pecker in one plump hand and spread the lips of her vagina with the other. Blissfully, she rubbed the firm penis against the erotic centers of her blossoming womanhood.
She gritted her teeth as the stimulation roared through her, flooding her already-saturated pussy with a seemingly unending flow of pungent love juice which dripped steadily down Dick's iron-hard weapon and clung wetly to his pubic bush. The rhythmic strokes of the hand-held prick soon achieved their purpose and the frenzied girl became dissatisfied with the titillation of the outer erotic areas. She prepared herself for what she knew must soon follow.
Guiding the oozing head away from her clitoris, she placed it determinedly against the tight, juicy entrance of her muscled vagina. Slowly bending her legs, she forced her unused cunt down on the magic wand that would transform her from an unknowing girl into the fulfillment of womanhood.
The sticky twat juice mixed with the saliva to lubricate the intruding flesh, enabling it to slip easily into the first few inches of her vagina. The tight ring of her sphincter muscles gripped the penis head as firmly as her mouth had done a few moments before. A sensation of fullness shot through her as she realized that Dick's awe-inspiring dong was buried, head deep, in her pussy.
She leaned over his prostrate body, her conical young breasts brushing against him as she planted a wet, open-mouthed kiss against his lips. The altered position drove the steely weapon deeper into her eager tidbit. She could feel every hard distended ridge of his probe as it sank deeper and deeper into her.
A red flash of pain stabbed through the pleasure of the penetration as her once cherished maidenhead felt the push of its destroyer. There was a moment's unbearable, shuddering pain before the elasticity of the membrane gave way before the onslaught and the unstoppable prick continued its progress unchecked.
As the tender tightness of her unused cunt hole stretched to accommodate the dimensions of the pushing eight-inch prick, the sensation of pleasant acceptance was replaced by, one of excruciating agony. Bravely, Jodie stifled a cry and fought back her mounting panic. Her mind was starting to boggle at the impossibility of the task she had undertaken. Despite the warning that her mind flashed to her, she forced the shaft farther and farther into her pain-torn cunt. With a grunt of satisfaction, she felt the rod register with the protrusion of her cervix and the cheeks of her arse press against the heaving groin of her sweating uncle.
"Now..." she announced proudly, "Now you are in me all the way." The tears ran down her face-tears of mingled joy and achievement. "You can't get any farther Into me. We are merged. Together, man and woman. Oh, Dick, do you realize... I'm a woman now... and you made me."
Her mind raced feverishly for some words that would express the moment-some way to tell him how she felt. Dim memories of words she had heard the girls whisper at school rushed onto her tongue. "Fuck me, Dick. Fuck me. Drive your prick into me. Let me feel your balls slapping against my arse. Even if I cry out. Make me have it. Make me have it... please... ahhhhhhhhhhhhh..." A long drawn-out cry of disappointment escaped from her as she felt the iron-hard pecker being withdrawn from the yearning depths of her cunt. "Don't stop. Don't take it out... Give it to me all the way... More... more..."
Taking her at her word, Dick stopped his withdrawal and, reversing his direction, thrust his hips up to meet her on her downward push.
The solid flesh of his penis ripped once more into the elasticity of her stretching, pain-seared twat. "Ehhhhhh... ohhhhhhhh... it hurts... But it's a good hurt. I like it... more... more..."
Falling into a rhythm, the lovers thrust and counterthrust at each other in a duel of sexuality. The steady, almost hypnotic reciprocating pumping of the meaty piston began to lull Jodie into a state of blissful unconsciousness as the pain began to dull. Soon she was unable to feel pain or even discomfort, and Dick's tool was no longer a red-hot poker searing into her tender love pit. The passion and urgency of her need numbed all but the unspeakable delights of her first copulation.
Obeying some deep primitive instinct, Jodie ground herself down to meet each upthrust, allowing her dilated clitoris to grind against Dick's cunt-soaked pubic mound.
At the end of each nerve-shattering stroke, the coincidence of the hard prick nudging her cervix while her love bean received the attention of her uncle's rough, hairy mat sent the blood rushing through her veins like a fire at an oil refinery.
Faster and faster, she skewered herself on the impaling erection. Seizing her hips, Dick guided her into a rotating movement at the bottom of each thrust that sent her into a delirium of desire as the long hot rod revolved against the sensitive wall of her wet vagina.
Hour-long minutes lost themselves in the hot lust of their passion as the dam wall of restraint burst, engulfing the screwing couple in a raging flood of intense, uncaring, bed-pounding action.
Inarticulate grunts came from the man as he slammed away beneath her, grunts that merged and matched with her sobs of delighted anguish.
Steadily the tempo of their union increased until it was their whole world. Outside them roared the life of a huge, vibrant city, but they were deaf to its call-deaf to all but the pounding rush of their sex-crazed blood, drumming its demanding beat in their ears. The sun caressed the incredible beauty of the California landscape- the same sun that flooded through the open curtains and spilled its warmth onto their naked, straining bodies. Each one was blind to all but the sweating, tense face of the other as it grimaced its need.
Jodie closed her eyes, shutting out all other sensation and knowledge. She was alone, alone with her concentration fixed on now. Now, now, with the pounding jab of the fleshy monster that was pushing her, forcing her on. On past the threshold of pain, on to the Olympian heights of her first cock-induced climax.
With iron-willed determination, Dick fought back the clamor of his pent-up orgasm. Carefully he regulated the length of his stroke until the toe-curling, ball-tingling indication of his impending climax subsided and allowed him to resume the merciless impaling of his willing, cooperative partner.
At each prick-burying thrust the skewered body of his niece shuddered responsively and her pendant breasts shook and swayed in her body's endeavor to express its joy. Her hanging boobs brushed across Dick's heaving chest. Her long blonde hair trailed across his face, each soft sweep heightening the intensity of his lust for his eager captive.
Jodie's incredulous voice interrupted the animal grunts and panting noises that filled the room. The pungent smell of sex hung heavy on the still air. Her voice was like the air it vibrated through. Low, earthy, deep and passionate. "Oh my God... I think I'm going to cum again..." She screwed up her face, forcing the words out of her pursed mouth like shots from a gun. "I can't... stop... it coming... it's like an L.S.D. trip. Swirling, pouring, rushing through me. Lights. Stars. Fire burning. It's wonderrrrrrrrrful... Go faster... More..." She allowed herself to fall onto the penetrating prick until it was hilt-deep within her. Then, grinding her hips in the movement that Dick had taught her, she forced the rocklike column to rotate against the membraned lining of her cock-hungry cunt. At the same time, she pressed her twitching clit against the rasping hairs of her uncle's stomach.
As the half-screamed admission of her own flooding release burst from her, Dick heard and allowed his control to relax. His hips convulsed as he felt the intoxication of his own impending ejaculation. His deep bass grunt of satisfaction merged with the higher soprano of Jodie's cry as they reached their crashing climaxes together.
The pumping torrents of his seething sperm flooded into her, bathing the tender, tortured walls of her hot slit with creamy healing juices.
As the last ecstatic tingle ebbed from her, Jodie collapsed, utterly spent, across the sweating body of her first man. Slowly the once proud flesh of Dick's pecker began to deflate and slip wetly from the sweet cavern of her cunt. A thick trickle of frothy white sperm dripped from the lips of her virginal twat and ran warmly down her inner thigh. Red, sinuous ribbons of blood threaded their way through the creamy discharge. Red streaked with white like the lowered banners of her lost girlhood.
With a sob, she threw herself into Dick's arms, the sweat-soaked hairs on his chest pressed against her flattened boobs. Her voice was broken as she questioned him. "Do you still love me, Dick? Do you?" She looked up at him appealingly through her tears. "They say that a man loses respect for a girl after she lets him... you know... fuck her."
Dick's deep laugh was like balm to her doubting mind and bruised, aching body. "Love you?" he asked her. "Of course I love you. How could I possibly lose respect for you after what has just happened between us?" He held her closely in his arms. "We are one now, Jodie. United completely, as if someone had said the socially approved words of the wedding service over us. No matter what ever happens to either of us again. We have loved, and neither of us can ever be as we were before."
He held Jodie away from him and examined her closely. His scrutiny swept over her trembling body as she stood mute and passive in front of him. He looked at the thin trickle of intermixed sperm and blood that ran down the plump whiteness of her leg. He traced one wondering finger through the viscous discharge and held his blood-marked finger up before her eyes. His eyes twinkled as he spoke, trying to jolly her out of the mood that she was in. "Yes, neither of us will be the same again." The blood from her shattered maidenhead stood out, red and final as he waved his finger before her eyes. The chuckle came from deep in his throat. "And especially you... You are now what is called 'a fallen woman.' But don't feel too bad about it. It wasn't too hard, was it?"
Jodie reached out for his flaccid tool and shook it disgustedly. "It might have been too hard then." She squeezed his member tightly until it began to stiffen up responsively. "But it certainly isn't too hard now, is it?"
Dick struggled against the desire to pump his prick against the soft palm that encircled it. The conflict showed in his voice. "Quit it for a moment, will you? There's something I've just thought of." His face was shadowed with worry. "I did an unforgivably stupid thing. I was so goddamned fired up, I let everything go. I shot my load into you, Jodie." He ran his hand over his head. "Christ, there could be complications."
It was Jodie's turn to smile reassuringly at her uncle. Her face seemed mature and placid as she smiled a deep knowing woman's smile. "What kind of a child do you think I am? There was one thing that my dear mother did get around to between her bridge and luncheon dates. She did tell me about the wicked ways of men. And, acknowledging the weakness of women, had the doctor prescribe the pill for me since I was sixteen. I think that it cleared her conscience so that she could believe she had been a good mother to me." Jodie looked at her uncle and chuckled mischievously. "Bet she never thought I'd be getting laid by the renegade of the family, though."
The sound of their happy laughter echoed through the room. Metallic squeaks came from the mattress as they rolled, helpless with laughter, on the heaving bed.
Gradually their mirth subsided into gasps and they clutched each other tightly, content just to gaze and grin.
The bed creaked again as Jodie snuggled closer to the naked man beside her.
Contentedly she rested her head on her uncle's muscular stomach. Her hand slipped down and sought his limp dick as it lay couched on his drained and empty scrotum. Taking the deflated rod between her fingers, she slipped it into her mouth. Wet, accepting sounds dribbled from her lips as she sucked at the comforter drowsily for a few contented minutes before falling into a sleep of utter exhaustion.