Chapter 4

Sue lay there remembering her first tentative investigation into sex at fifteen. She was a "late starter"; that was her mother's fault. It hadn't been until her second year at Danton Girls School that a male had ever touched the intimate parts of her body.

That male had been cousin Rod! Rod, only a high school senior himself, breathing hard and obviously aroused. It had taken place outside her dormitory, in the front seat of his car. He had awkwardly fondled her breasts and, for one wonderful second, he had caressed her fevered crotch area. She quickly took his hands away, but her abdomen was painfully awake and afire from the brief touch. Sue decided she must speak to someone about her feelings when Rod touched her, so lying in bed, fighting for courage and with the darkness hiding her blush, she stammered the question to her roommate Joan who, Sue knew, had given her all to more than one date. But then, Joan was a senior and seventeen!

Sue explained what was bothering her. "Are you still a virgin?" Joan had asked. "Oh, yes."

Joan was silent, apparently thinking, then asked, "Has he ever massaged your vagina with his finger?"

Knowing her face must be the color of an Acapulco sunset, Sue nodded without answering, then realized the other girl couldn't see her. "Yes," she said finally.

"Did you feel anything?"

"Well... I felt excited! I felt as if I were about to blow up. It got worse and worse. I wanted something to happen."

"Did you blow up? I mean did you suddenly feel as though you weren't in your body any more-something like that? Ecstasy? Shuddering? Did you relax right after?"

Mournfully, Sue answered, "No. I kept feeling tight and tense for hours. Do you think I'm what they call 'frigid'?"

Joan had answered immediately, "Just because you can't reach a climax when Rod plays with you, doesn't mean you're frigid, or even that you've got anything wrong. It's probably that you just haven't been able to relax... and so you can't cum."

"Cum?"

"You know, have an orgasm. 'Cum.' Like Rod does when you masturbate him."

Sue shook her head, mystified, "I don't understand what you're saying."

Joan suddenly switched on the light and stared at her in open-mouthed amazement. "You're putting me on. You aren't serious." Then she started laughing, "My God! It's the truth. You don't know what I'm talking about. Why... you ninny, where have you been all your life?"

Sue could feel the tears of humiliation welling up in her eyes. "Don't make fun of me, please. I... don't know who else to ask... if you won't help me."

Joan was immediately contrite. She patted Sue's hand. "I'm sorry, chum. Look... it's just that I didn't realize that you were that... that... "

"Stupid... " Sue interrupted.

"No, not stupid. 'Naive' would be more descriptive."

Sue wiped her eyes with the back of her hand. "I don't know anything, and I mean 'anything,' about doing this sort of thing-with myself or with Rod."

"You mean you haven't reached inside Rod's trousers and done the same thing to him that he's doing to you-fondling and caressing, I mean?"

"No. Rod put my hand there once, but I didn't know what he wanted."

Joan looked away, staring out the darkened window at the lights and shadows dancing in the trees on the campus. She pursed her lips, obviously trying to think of an introduction to her lecture. She shrugged finally. "Okay! Let's start at the beginning. First. You do know the basic components, don't you? I mean, how you are constructed differently from boys." She continued without waiting for an answer. "We have what the boys like to call a 'cunt'; our 'vagina.' in other words. They also call it a 'pussy,' a 'twat.' Oh, they have all sorts of little synonyms for it. They, on the other hand, have a penis; most of them refer to it as a 'prick' or 'cock.' The prick goes in the cunt; it moves back and forth." She illustrated by using her left forefinger and thumb as a circle and began plunging her middle finger of her right hand in and out of the circle. "That is called sexual intercourse or, to go along with a historical Anglo-Saxon phrase, 'fucking.' The first time you're fucked, it hurts like hell. You think you're going to be split right down the middle, and some women bleed like stuck pigs. The second time it hurts only a little less. The third time, if its done properly, it's fun... ! Fun, hell, it's the god-damnedest greatest most glorious feeling in the world... that is, if the boy does it properly, and you get to cum. When you cum, you just explode down there. You lose all control of your body and mind, and your senses just run away with you. Your stomach and fanny jerk like a runaway puppet on the end of string. That's it, Sue... that's it! And the best part about it is that you know you made him feel just as good as you feel. He's cumming, and you feel him throbbing inside of you just as though there was a great big old hot hard heart pounding down there between your legs. And his cum is warm and slippery-like hot hand lotion-as it flows out of your vagina... " Joan stopped talking and swallowed; she was breathing heavily from just talking about the act. After a moment, she said, "There's only one thing, though. That's how babies are made. And believe me, sweetheart, that's the one thing I can do without... for now."

"I wouldn't want to take a chance on having a baby, either," Sue said, shaking her red head emphatically.

"No one does. But sometimes you get carried away. It feels so tremendous that you just don't give a damn, and, honestly, you couldn't help yourself even if you did care. You're helpless with desire, as they say in True Confessions. When that happens, if he's not wearing a rubber, you're going to have to douche yourself right away... and I do mean, right now! Within ten minutes." Joan grinned maliciously, "The Tri-Delts have been known to shake up a bottle of Coca-Cola and use that as a douche in an emergency. The best precaution, though, is just take 'The Pill,' the ever-loving pill; then you don't have to worry about anything."

Sue was silent for almost a full minute while her brain digested the information. She was blushing again when she finally asked, "A minute ago you asked if Rod had an orgasm when I caressed him. You said 'masturbation,' didn't you?" Joan nodded, Sue continued. "Would he really... cum?"

"Yes."

"Would it... would it cause me to have a baby if some of his sperm got on me?"

Joan laughed delightedly. "Not unless he came all the way inside of you, in your-pardon the term-'cunt'!"

Sue abruptly made up her mind. "Joan... how do I do it? I mean how do I go about masturbating Rod?"

"Why not ask him to show you? The mere thought of demonstrating for you ought to make him so hot that he'll cum the first stroke or two."

Sue shook her head rapidly, blushing furiously, "Oh... no! I could never do that."

Joan shrugged. "It's very simple. Just take his penis in your hand... put your hand all the way around it. Hold it tight. Don't worry about hurting him; I'm convinced the god-damned thing is almost indestructible! Hold it tight. Then move your hand back and forth real fast for a minute or two... as long as necessary. You'll know how long."

Sue seemed surprised. "You mean that's all? Just back and forth?" She moved her hand in a jerky sideways motion across her chest.

Joan burst out laughing again and said quickly, "Oh, Sweet Jesus, no! Not that way. Up and down. Up and down."

"Will it make me cum, too?"

"Sure. It should, if Rod returns the favor. Just remember though. Don't let him put his penis inside of you-even for a split second- unless he's wearing a rubber. Let him do anything else but don't let him in... unless he's wearing a rubber." she repeated.

That had been Sue's introduction. The following night Sue carefully chose a revealing red knit sweater that showed off the full cleavage of her melon-like breasts, and a tight little cotton print skirt. With more assurance than she really felt, Sue walked across the green lawn to Rod's convertible. When he opened the door, she scooted in and her skirt came all the way up to reveal the golden tan of her thighs and the soft, almost imperceptible, little hairs above the knees. Instead of yanking down her skirt, she lifted it an inch higher as he walked around the back of the car to his own side.

Rod fumbled the key into the ignition, and she saw him staring in hot-eyed wonder at her legs. "We're both uncertain of what to do," she said to herself, then grinned as she mentally added, "Well, we will find out... won't we, cousin?"

Originally the plan had been to go to a movie, but without even discussing it, Rod drove up the winding highway toward Mount Baldy and a place which some of the girls referred to as "Baggy Wrap Gulch." Night was coming rapidly and it was completely dark before Rod pulled into a spot between two trees. The lights of the city were sparkling below them. They were both silent as they stared out into the night. Then, tentatively, Rod put his arm on the back of the seat. A moment later, his arm dropped around her shoulders. She snuggled in closer to him.

Sue's heart was beginning to pound and she freely admitted to herself that she was frightened. Rod bent down and kissed her. It was not a very skillful kiss, she thought, or even enjoyable. A moment later though he French-kissed her. She liked that! It was exciting, she thought, as her cousin's hard tongue moved around in her mouth, taking possession of her oral cavity, rubbing the roof of her mouth as established superiority. She opened her mouth even wider and fought his tongue with her own. Rod pulled her shoulders forward and then turned her so that she was cradled in his arms with her long legs stretched out on the passenger's side of the seat. Now she felt his right hand moving surreptitiously on her left breast. She continued to kiss him. Emboldened, he began awkwardly massaging her breasts and, when she made no effort to stop him, he attempted to put his hand down the front of her sweater. She withdrew her mouth from his and sat up. In a soft voice, she asked, "Rod... what are you trying to do?"

His breath was coming in hoarse gasps, and his voice was guttural when he said, "You know... "

Sue was silent for a moment, then she answered, "All right." In the half-darkness she saw her cousin blink in surprise and happy disbelief. She saw his eyes open even wider when she put her arms behind her back, lifted her sweater, hunched her shoulders forward and unfastened the bra. Boldly, she lifted the sweater in front. The white round globes of flesh leaped for freedom with their nipples standing erect like very small brown penises. She dropped the bra on the floor of the car, then put her hands under her breasts and held them upright as though she were offering them to him as a gift. She had never done this before for anybody; she had always secretly felt she would be embarrassed, but actually it helped knowing he was her cousin, and not just any old boy. She was surprisingly calm-feeling her superiority growing over her cousin. Something was happening to her body; she could feel it. An excitement, a dull, painful pounding of her heart. A dryness of her throat. A sudden and unexpected heart in between her legs. Sue had never felt more alive in her life. And yet, she felt an incompleteness, a longing for something she couldn't define. Rod placed his hand on her bare and sensitive breast; she felt an electric shock go through her. Nothing she had ever experienced had felt so pleasurable before. She couldn't believe it. It was fabulous. Fantastic. Wonderful! And breath-taking. She involuntarily groaned low in her throat as his tongue roamed around in her mouth and his thumb and forefinger caught her nipple in a gentle squeeze. After a minute, Sue's breath was coming almost as harshly as the boy's. He pulled his mouth away from hers, and she felt a great disappointment as he seemingly tried to push her body away from his. But the disappointment was short-lived. A surge of ecstasy roared through her when she felt his lips seek and find her breast. The soft suction, the gentle nibbles on her breast, made all her previous feelings of pleasure fade into insignificance. "Oh... oh... oh... " she moaned, then cried out, "that's wonderful! Oh, that's wonderful." Now he seemingly was trying to swallow the entire breast, and the tremendous suction of his mouth together with the rough edge of his hot tongue teasing the nipple were driving her insane!

Sue was so lost in all this that it came as a distinct surprise when she felt her cousin's uncertain hand move up between her fevered thighs and touch the already damp crotch of her bikini panties. Instinctively, she clamped her legs together, trapping his hand. Rod made no effort to do more than just rub gently; Sue was sure he didn't know what to do or how to do it.

Rod shifted his body and she became aware of something hard and throbbing against her arm which was lying in his lap. She could feel the angry little seesaw movements of his abdomen. "That must be," Sue said to herself, "what Joan called his penis... or 'prick'." As she attempted to decide the next step, she abruptly realized that something was happening down there between her legs. Rod had inserted his middle finger between the elastic of her panty legs and was rubbing against the soft curling red pubic hairs. His finger briefly came into contact with her clitoris, and a powerful electrical shock surged through her belly. God, it felt so wicked... so delightful... so beautiful! Without her being made aware of it, Rod had moved her one leg away from the other. She didn't resist when he forced the leg off the seat onto the floor, leaving her spread-eagled with her virginal crotch unprotected, defenseless and incapable of resistance.

A wild forest fire was being kindled down there. A fire that would roar out of control unless she could keep her mind clear and concentrate on something else. Rod's lips were trying to devour her breast; she could feel his teeth- it was almost painful, but so beautiful. That tender pain abruptly was shoved into the background of her consciousness as that vaginal flame spontaneously ignited and moved like an unstoppable crown fire across her virginal forest. Vaguely, she wondered if she were about to reach a climax; she wanted to, she had to... or she would die! Sue silently screamed, "Rod, darling! Harder. Harder! keep going. Do anything to me! Anything! Just put out the fire, please. Make me feel... make the feeling go away... make me... burst open-blow up." Rod's finger sawed across her cuntal lips as though the digit were a bow being used by a maddened bass fiddle player. Sue experienced breathing difficulty, but that didn't matter to her. Nothing mattered! Nothing!

Then, without warning just as those delicious storm clouds within her pussy began to build up into thunderheads-clouds that would bring the cooling rains to douse the fire-Rod stopped completely.

His breath sounded as if he had run a cross country race. His body trembled. The grinding seesaw motions of his lower abdomen had grown so strong that it actually caused pain to her ribs. Rod's spittle slid dryly down his constricted throat as he attempted to swallow.

Sue could feel his entire body trembling; his hand was shaking like that of an old man suffering from palsy when he took her right hand and placed it on the bulge of his throbbing penis beneath his pants.

Well, here it is, Sue thought. This is the moment when I find out if Joan knew what she was talking about. Sue's voice was low, almost inaudible, as she whispered, "Rod, darling?"

"Huh?"

"What do you want me to do?"

He didn't seem to understand. He sat there, open-mouthed and panting, in a daze of passion.

"Rod... show me. Please, darling; I've never done this before."

He swallowed again. Then he shifted her body slightly to the right, and she felt his hand tumbling with his Levi's. His zipper whispered, and he fumbled some more. Abruptly, Sue felt a warm hard rod pressing against the bare skin of her back. Her cousin pulled her body toward him. His tongue now dug deep into her mouth, and as he did so, he placed her hand upon his penis. This, she thought, couldn't have been confined inside his trousers; it was too huge. No man could keep a thing like this inside his pants without it being visible. Rod groaned with her touch.

Sue went back over the instructions, then feeling a little foolish, began doing what Joan had said to do. She tightened her fingers around the prick. Her cousin groaned even louder, and in obvious pleasure. She moved her hand and, surprisingly felt the skin-hard and warm and soft all at once, like the pliable scruff of an animal -move with her hand. She could feel the hard ridges beneath the skin, and the prick itself throbbed like the heart of some wild living thing. "Oh... ahhh... that's fabulous!" Rod panted. Sue began moving her hand rapidly back and forth. His penis now was growing even thicker. Her cousin no longer was making any attempt whatsoever to kiss or fondle her. He simply lay against the front seat with his mouth hanging laxly open, like a man who is near unconsciousness. Sue's arm and hand muscles were beginning to tire because of the awkward position in which she was lying. She ceased her stroking in order to shift into a more comfortable position, and as she did so, Rod groaned as if he were strangling. "Don't stop now; Jesus! Keep going... keep going, baby."

Sue, wanting desperately to please her cousin, quickly shifted and began using her left hand to stroke the throbbing rod. Within seconds she had regained her earlier rhythm. She used her right hand to cradle his testicles. Now, her head was almost at belt level, only inches from the great pulsating hot stick with its purple head. Rod's entire pelvis moved frantically up and down in rhythm with her hand. Each upward thrust caused his penis to come closer and closer to her face. The excitement was building up in Sue, as well, and part of the excitement came from bringing pleasure to him. The thought of what she was doing merely added fuel to her own arousal. The fire was now roaring out of control, unstoppable, and uncontainable, in the hidden gullies of her womb. She wanted to feel Rod inside her; she knew she wanted to be fucked, had to be fucked... if that was what it took. She wanted to be raped... anything, just so long as the fires were put out. As his prick came closer and closer to her lips, it seemed to grow monstrously. The little hole that had been in the center had expanded until it looked as if a pencil could be inserted there. Rod's hands suddenly left the steering wheel and took her head, pushing her face closer to it. "Suck it, baby, suck it, suck it!" he cried frantically. For just a split second, Sue was revolted by the request, but then the memory of him sucking on her breasts and the deliriously enjoyable feeling it had brought made her want to return the favor. Obediently, she bent her head and opened her mouth. Her cousin lost no time in cramming the hot throbbing cock into her throat. Sue thought she would choke. She continued to move her hand up and down the shaft as she sucked at the head. Suddenly, Rod made one savage movement which almost shoved the instrument of love down to her tonsils, and her mouth was filled with a hot pulsating thick cream that spurted like a never-ending fountain all the way down her throat. She gagged and attempted to swallow, but there was simply too much to handle. She choked and felt Rod's hands pull her mouth away; her lips reluctantly left the cock, which continued to spew out semen. The jism hit her face and eyebrows and splattered over her sweater. It shot into her hair and flowed out of the corners of her mouth to drip off her chin down the front of her sweater where it hung to the wool like milky drops of perspiration.

Rod had said, "Oh, Jesus, Sue baby. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to do that." He fell back into a slumped position, still breathing hoarsely, against the door. The penis slowly deflated until it was no larger than an oversized and very wrinkled little sausage.

Sue used her hands to wipe the cum from her chin and forehead. That stream of liquid from Rod's cock had not put out the fires raging in her own vagina. They roared unabated through the virgin forests-burning desolately in the far reaches of the wilderness areas of her pussy. She knew instinctively that the fun and games were over as far as Rod was concerned. Her fires would continue to burn. Rod's climax had come in her mouth and Sue did not feel resentful about it. It was a good thing that one of them had been able to obtain relief. Still, though, she was afire and for some reason she felt like weeping. She wanted to claw at her body, to relieve it, to punish it.

All of these thoughts were raging through her mind as she silently used Rod's shirt tails to dry her face and breasts and hair.

Then Rod seemed to get hold of himself. He turned to her and began caressing her breasts again. They were painfully sensitive, but still it felt good. A moment later, he pushed her down until she was lying almost full-length on the car seat.

She lay there with her eyes closed for a moment, waiting, waiting for something else to happen. She looked up and saw Rod had kicked off his shoes, and was in the process of pulling clown his pants. Even as she watched his beautiful prick was swelling again. It twitched like the tail of an angry wild lion released from a cage. Rod was nude as he pulled her sweater over her head, and with one quick motion unzipped her skirt and removed it. Now both teenagers were naked.

Sue was afire, but she was scared as well. She lay there, eyes wide and frightened, like some helpless bird confronted by a snake. The snake was coming closer, closer... closer, in a familiar charade. She opened her mouth to receive it.

Abruptly, with the first saline taste of his hot throbbing cock, the fright left her. She wanted it all again.

Rod seemed to be making some unusually awkward movements. He kneeled above her, with his back to the right side of the door and his face toward the steering wheel. Sue had to tilt her head back in order to keep the instrument in her mouth. As she sucked eagerly on his cock, he slowly lowered his ass, driving the pulsating rod further and further into her throat. Sue thought she was going to choke. Little gagging noises came from her mouth. She had put up her hands against his hip bones in order to push him away when she felt the first gentle little kiss of his hot lips against her love-starved cunt. Sue almost went insane. Rod began to lick that aching slit, and the touch of his tongue was the most glorious thing she had ever experienced. She moaned as the ripples of joy spread out. Rod licked from clitoris to tightly puckered little anus, lapping like a thirsty dog. Then he changed technique and his lips became a vacuum cleaner at her vagina. For a moment it felt as though he were attempting to suck every organ right out of her body. Then, his tongue was forcing apart the fleshy hair-lined lips of the moist furrow. Without further ado, his tongue drove deep down into it, and Sue tried to scream in delirious joy, but the cock deep in her throat elicited only a moan. She closed her soft warm thighs convulsively around either side of his moving head. She could feel his ears against the inside of her knees. She gurgled out a scream when, in a moment of passion, Rod cruelly bit her sensitive clitoris.

Sue instinctively attempted to give him pleasure with her own tongue, but his cock really was too large. It was a piledriver banging in and out of her mouth. She was making gasping, gagging noises. She was choking. It was impossible to take it any longer. She was suffocating. She would die. She clawed at his buttocks in an effort to make him pull out, but the sharp raking pain of her fingernails slashing across his gleaming white globes only drove him on until he was so deep into her throat that his pubic hairs were pressing up against her nostrils and slobbering lips. It didn't matter! It didn't matter, for things were happening in her cunt. The tip of his tongue was circling the quivering erected clitoris; his mouth sucked, pulling the warm soft folds of her vaginal lips against his bared teeth and into the red hot caverns of his mouth.

She was completely at his mercy. Lost! A love slave willing to die from love. Nothing existed but the fire in her cunt and the joy sausage in her throat. Her back was an arched bridge as it bent upward toward Rod's eager lips. Her feet hit the car door handle, but pain was unnoticed. And then, incredibly... it was happening-the explosion that Joan had talked about was here. Indescribably beautiful.

"Oh... ohhh! Aggghh! I'm dimming!" She mumbled inarticulately because of the cock in her mouth. She threw her legs apart slamming her knee against the steering wheel, as the convulsions began in her vagina and spread out into the abdominal area. The contracting muscles of her innermost sex spat out more lubricant, and it rushed like a hot sticky roaring white tide to flood into the estuaries of his mouth. He continued to lick; she continued to cum. And through it all, she felt a far-off sense of disappointment because his hot throbbing rod had been pulled from her mouth. Even as she lay there, almost senseless from the overwhelming ecstasy of her climax, she tried to return it to her mouth-seeking it like a blind un-weaned calf looking for the milk teat.

But the prick was gone, Rod had moved away from her. For a moment, she assumed the sex act had been concluded between them. Then, she felt Rod decisively pulling her legs apart and lifting her knees so that the bottom of her feet were pressed flat against the leather seat. She opened her eyes. Rod's face was next to hers; he kissed her savagely, and she tasted the honey of her own cunt and her own cum.

Gradually, Rod lowered himself onto her body. And now she could feel the hardness of that awesome male instrument down there where, only a moment before, the sweet softness of his mouth had been. She was about to be fucked-really fucked. By a man! The knowledge did not dismay her, but she could feel herself tensing, preparing for the pain Joan had told her was to come.

Abruptly then, as she felt the spongy hardness of his throbbing hot cock against her eager pussy lips, she gasped and shoved against his chest. "No, Rod. You can't. I don't want a baby."

Rod laughed clown at her. "Silly, I don't want you to have one. Here, feel this." He took her hand and pulled it over to his prick; it should have felt wet from her mouth, but it was dry now and there was an alien, "non-skin" feel about the thing. "I'm wearing a rubber," he explained. "You'll be okay."

Sue forced herself to relax. So let it be, she thought in resignation. I really do want to be fucked. I want to feel him inside of me. She tried to relax, willed herself to loosen her tight abdominal muscles, and she thought she had been successful-but, when the huge purple head of Rod's prick brushed against her clitoris, she felt no joy. Gradually, almost imperceptibly, Rod began gentle little up and down movements along the crack of her vaginal opening-lubricating his prick on her slippery cum. Now, a tentative probe... the knob of the cock was just inside her. It really was inside her! She was surprised. It was supposed to hurt the first time a man did it to you, she thought. But... but... why! This isn't painful at all! I feel like I'm being stretched down there, but in spite of that, it feels... wonderful.

Rod contented himself with gently moving the head in and out of that slippery moist furrow. Abruptly, Sue was excited again as the last glow from her earlier climax evaporated in the heat of this new fire. She could feel his hot hard flesh pacing like a restless caged tiger back and forth across the full length of her quivery open slit. It was maddening to her. It was beautiful. She had to have more... she wanted him deep inside of her-just as Joan had described. Her hips twisted. "Fuck me. Fuck me hard," she cried, pushing her pelvis up against the invading shaft of hot blood and muscle.

Rod did not answer; he merely continued the maddening tease of a little in, and a little out. Not hurrying, not worrying.

"Give it to me... push it in all the way... please." Rod merely kissed her.

A moment later, though, he pushed inward a bit more... until almost two inches of his prick was lodged within. Only then, did Sue begin to feel some real discomfort. It felt wonderful, but... her cunt seemed to be stretching. He had been too big for her after all! She was thinking of asking him to stop when, suddenly, he quit kissing her and pulled back with a puzzled expression on his face. His huge penis was two inches in her. He withdrew it until only the knob was buried in the soft pink furrow of her outer vaginal lips. Ah, that was better, she thought. She moved in cooperation with him. As he came down, she came up. Again he stopped when only two inches were in her. The excitement was coming back, as was his surprised look. She had gotten used to his cock; her vagina had accommodated him after all. She moaned deep in her throat. She wanted it all again; she wanted everything. Convulsively she splayed her legs wide and, using both hands, grabbed the cheeks of his ass and propelled him inward with a violent thrust. The huge seven inch prick drove in until the balls slapped against her asshole.

"Aieeee... " she screamed. The searing white flame of pain flashed through her. She had been torn apart by a thunderclap of agony. She was dying. Nothing in her entire life had been this painful before. Nothing could ever be again. Nothing Joan had said or implied had prepared her for this. She shrieked again, and an apprehensive Rod smothered her screams with his mouth. She attempted to throw him off; she kicked, she squirmed, she threw her body from side to side, slamming him and herself against the dashboard and steering wheel. She clawed his back bloody with her fingernails. She tried every way to pull her impaled cunt away from that arrow of agony. But each movement only deepened the pain, deepened the penetration. Finally, she lay still, not moving... her muscles as tense as steel cables, her body quivering like a bird caught in a net.

Except for attempting to quieten her screams, Rod had made absolutely no movement since she had forced the penetration. He was buried up to the hilt in her; it felt as if it were in deep enough to come out her throat. Tears streamed down Sue's face. After a moment, Rod removed his mouth from hers.

He wore a look of stunned incredulity when he said hoarsely, almost in disbelief, "Hey... you were a cherry, a virgin! Christ, why didn't you tell me? I would have been more gentle if I had known that. I knew I was having trouble getting into you, but I thought maybe you were wearing something in there. A virgin... " He still looked as if he couldn't believe it, in spite of the all too obvious evidence.

She sobbed in pain an shame, "I... thought... you'd laugh at me."

"Look, I'm sorry I hurt you. I didn't mean to." He held his body rigid, not moving at all.

"It's all right," Sue said. Strangely enough, just in the last few seconds, everything was beginning to change. She had lost her virginity. It was gone! Goodbye, forever! Now, she wondered, what do we do next? What am I supposed to do? The pain was definitely lessening.

Rod's cock twitched involuntarily, and she became aware that he was still inside of her; there was no question about that! Earlier, when she screamed she wanted it all... all of it inside her, she had no way of knowing exactly what that meant. Now she knew! lie was deep; he couldn't be any deeper if he had another ten inches. There were seven and a half hard, hot inches of him-inside there, inside her, throbbing away like a second heart. The pain was still there, but it was only an echo of the earlier agony. Her pussy seemed crammed and stretched beyond capacity. And yet?

She felt one sympathetic eager little muscle twitch in her pussy. There was an answering throb from Rod's prick. That solid muscular shaft jerked again, and her cunt responded with a vaginal contraction which brought a moan of pleasure from him. Somewhere in the area of what she assumed was her cervix, she felt abdominal-womb muscles moving against the pulsating head of his cock. She could feel it- feel it all... all of him... and it was beautiful beyond compare. The center of her being was down there; all her sensations came from there. She could even feel the stiff pubic hairs on his scrotum tickling her anus, and the sensation was strangely pleasurable.

Sue began experimenting with movement, mostly muscle movement in the cheeks of her ass and along her inner thighs. She tentatively dipped her pelvis and the rod moved an inch outward. That hurt a bit. Rod apparently was willing to let her take the initiative... at least for now. She timidly pushed up with her pelvis and the sword sank back into its sheath again. That hurt... or did it? Abruptly Sue decided it didn't hurt at all. She dipped her abdomen and Rod's prick slowly withdrew about an inch and a half. Then she forgot herself for a moment and eagerly pushed up. "Oh... " the groan came involuntarily from her. It hurt. Rod pulled back again. This time she pushed up cautiously; it didn't hurt. The little movements continued for a minute or two, each one becoming less painful than the one proceeding it. Now, the cum from her earlier orgasm mixed with the blood of her broken hymen to form a super-lubricant, and she found she could take a thrust of two inches. Slowly... and gently. Thrust. Withdrawal. Thrust... withdrawal. Two and a half-three-three and a half... easy... easy does it.

Her body was returning to life. She could feel the far-off reverberations of ecstasy in her breasts and upper abdomen. The metronome of Rod's penis was moving in and out in time to music only their bodies could hear. Most of the pain was gone! There was a velvet wonderful-ness now deep inside her womb; it was electric. That feeling grew until lightning arced its way across nerves and ganglions to short out her centers of reason and sanity in a shower of delicious sparks. Nothing mattered now but man and woman-cock and cunt. Sue wildly began rotating her hips from side to side around that godlike instrument of delight. Her pussy seemed to be acting with a mind of its own- paying homage to the savage cudgel battering into it. Her cuntal muscles had enclosed the cock, caressing it and massaging it, not wanting to let it leave for even a moment. She was being fucked! She was being fucked-and she loved it! By some incredible osmosis, her pussy was devouring his prick. Her body was attempting to pull him, his entire body, inside of her through that little opening clown there.

The tempo increased, and Rod's prick began withdrawing almost its entire length before slamming down through those moist hair-lined caverns of cuntdom. Sue sensed what was happening down there; she could visualize it-even though she had never seen it before. In her mind, she could see the thin soft pink ridges of her vagina clinging lovingly-puckeringly-to the penis as it withdrew and she screwed her ass down into the car seat. Then the entry-that fiery reentry from cold lonely outer space-pushing the soft folds back into her. Rod's glistening penis, like a round all-white Roman candle disappearing into the warm depths of that cavern between her outspread legs.

Rod began taking charge of the entire situation. Sue was happy to let him do so. Pain was forgotten now; no pain could ever make headway against that exquisite velvet explosion building up inside her. Like a toreador with a cape, his movements expertly moved and headed her to a point she had been seeking intuitively all her life. She was coming closer, but still it was not close enough. She egged Rod on to deeper, more rapid thrusts. She grabbed his buttocks and wantonly pulled him into her. She felt herself approaching it now. It was unbelievable. Her body was being taken over by some outside force. Her thrusts became more urgent; she was aware that her mouth was opened in a grimace of lust and ecstasy; her tongue was pressing so hard against her lower teeth that it had begun to bleed. Her breasts darkened, her nipples looked as if they were about to drop off. The first far-off rumblings of a powerful earthquake began to quiver in her womb. She threw herself against Rod's prick; she was a marlin attempting to dislodge the hook deep within her. It was now. It was now!

"Now," she cried, and her back arched up high off the leather seat, and her knees-like a powerful vise-clamped against his buttocks. She found her hands grabbing for Rod's scrotum and violently rubbing it against her anal ring as though she were trying to fill that cavity as well.

"Ah... ah... I'm cumming... Aaaahhh... Aieeeee!" She threw herself back on the seat. Her body twitched uncontrollably. Her feet and legs pounded against the back of the seat and dashboard, and she made loud sucking noises as her tongue dropped down the back of her throat. The convulsions of love continued, and, through it all, an exaltation that was greater than any religious fervor raged in her nerves, muscles and flesh. Above everything the thought came, "Never before... and never again can anything feel so beautiful as this." She was wrong, though, for a moment later-while she herself was still in the throes of the orgasm-she felt Rod's penis abruptly grow larger and larger. It seemed to fill her womb like some rapidly expanding, hot, hard balloon. Then it began to throb, and it exploded down there.

"I'm cumming," he groaned.

"Cum, darling, cum," she said, wanting to repay him. She felt the first spurt as his ejaculation spewed. Her cunt instinctively squeezed his instrument, sucking at it, straining to pull it all into her. Suddenly, she hated his rubber! It was as though she was being denied a part of him. His cum was a life-giving white hot lava that should have completely filled her female cavities and, when his volcano continued to erupt, the molten flow should have spilled out of her pink quivering quim to flow down the crevasse, across the white mounds of her still twitching buttocks. But the rubber prevented all of this. She wanted to feel the cum on her, wanted the slipperiness of it against her belly and ass and legs.

Rod was still inside of her. She would not let him out, even if he indicated he wanted to withdraw. She didn't want him ever to take it out again. Never! This was heaven.

The wild storm was moving rapidly away, leaving behind a beautiful sunset in her body.

Sue felt Rod take a deep sigh. He stared down at her with something akin to wonderment and admiration on his face. "You're incredible, cousin," he said, finally. "You've just got to have the best pussy I've ever been in. And this was your first time. I wonder what you'll be like in five years."

Sue knew she was blushing from the compliment. She lifted her face to kiss him. She felt an overwhelming gratitude to her cousin; he had guided her to a place she had not known existed before. It was a land of love where hardness and softness-the cock and the cunt-embrace each other and become one. Her cousin had given her pleasure, true pleasure, and before this the word had been merely a hollow, meaningless phrase. When she pulled her lips away from his, she said huskily, "Thank you."

Rod's prick had deflated inside her, and now he began withdrawing it. She felt it leave her body-feeling as though some integral part of her was departing forever. It came out with a slight plopping noise and, in its passing, she only then felt the coolness of the bare seat against her thighs and buttocks.

She watched as Rod stripped the rubber from his cock; it slipped off easily, and Sue found herself fighting the desire to lick his penis clean-like a mother cat and a helpless kitten.

She had thought she would be embarrassed when it came time to dress again, but there was no coyness between them. They dressed silently, then Rod started the car, backed it out, and drove down the mountain.

He pulled up in front of her dormitory, came around, and opened the door. She sat there, silent for a moment, deliberating whether to ask the question or not. Then, mentally, she shrugged and asked it. "Rod... tell me... where did you learn to do... things like you... did to me... tonight?"

He stared down at her. Then nodded. "You won't tell anyone, I guess. It's sort of a family affair. Jejune!"

Sue gasped. "Jejune?"

"Um-huh. Cousin Jejune."

"But... but... she's older."

Rod snorted. "I'm seventeen, she's twenty-six. She taught me these things-these things a woman likes-when I was only thirteen." Then he laughed. "You might say we're keeping sex education in the family, instead of relying on the schools."

"But... Jejune?" Sue was astonished. Jejune was the real socialite of the family. Rich, pampered... and something else she hadn't wanted to tell Rod. There was something strange about Jejune"... a thing that frightened Sue. Jejune had kissed her in the boathouse one summer two years before, and it was not a kiss that one woman gives to another-it was a man-woman kiss. Well, maybe she was wrong, maybe it had just been her imagination.

Rod walked her up to the front door. "How about tomorrow night?" he asked.

"All right," she said, feeling the glow of forbidden excitement already beginning in her abdomen.

But tomorrow night had not come. When Rod had gone back to his own quarters, there had been a telegram telling him of his father's death. Rod didn't return to school that year... and, at his mother's request, he had enrolled in an East Coast school.

That had been the last time she had seen her cousin... eight years ago. She had been a child then, and now sleepily, she wondered what she was... ? She wondered if he would even remember her, and that thought brought her wide awake again. For she suddenly realized she was going to make an effort to locate him here in Sun Valley.