Chapter 1
"Camille, come and meet Clara!" I heard Wendy yelling for me. I didn't really want to bother. I was exhausted from the long, boring trip and now the thought of facing any more new people was simply too much. Still, I didn't want to offend my newly met relatives, so I decided to try and fake it. I looked in the long mirror on the door and was pleased to see that I didn't look as bad as I felt. My long, strawberry blonde hair was hanging straight and didn't need to be brushed. I gave my bangs a careless toss and hoped that my body would not reflect how tired I was.
The hall was almost completely dark and I felt like an intruder in this house as I walked down to Wendy's room. I liked Wendy; she had been so nice at dinner, with her "sparkly eyes and pleasant laughter.
"Here she is, Clara! The long-lost cousin! Meet Clara, Camille-Clara is by far my best friend and now she can be yours, too," Wendy was certainly overdoing this friendliness bit, but I smiled and put out my hand to this big, very strong-looking woman. She was the blondest woman I had ever seen; from her pale, wavy hair and creamy skin to her pale eyes, she exuded blonde. I wondered if she were from Scandinavia.
"It's very nice to meet you." I said in as pleasant a voice as I could muster.
"For God's sake, listen to her, will ya? So damn formal, what do you think we're doing, having a goddamn tea?" She laughed to soften her words and gestured in a magnificent display of her powerful body for me to sit down beside her.
"Well, as I was saying, Wendy, this guy was really on fire, I mean he was breathing all over my tits and I thought he was gonna jerk off in my face or something. So I decided to just ask him, point blank, ya wanna fuck? So then, this pig smiles with the saliva practically dripping from his fat mouth, and starts to take off his clothes. I took one look at him and said, in my coolest voice, Tm sorry to disappoint you, big boy, but I'm not putting out for any pig like you.' He practically freaked out! So I opened the door, real Garbo like, and made my exit. I tell you, it was beautiful."
I felt my blood rushing to my face. It was shocking! I couldn't believe my ears! That such a beautiful woman like Clara would talk in such a filthy, disgusting way. I could hear Mother Superior telling us at graduation ceremony about the beauty and grace of our voices and how hey are a reflection of our souls. Surely she didn't have a soul like the way she talked! And why would nice Wendy have her for a friend? Wendy had said she was her best friend; it just didn't make any sense at all. I wanted to leave this room and enter the sanctuary of my own privacy, and my own beautiful, pure thoughts.
"Would you look at Miss Virginal Innocence? I do think the poor girl is blushing from our talk.
What do you say, Wendy, is your sweet little cousin a virgin?" Clara laughed in a deep, almost baritone voice and I stared at her pretty, sensual lips spread over white, shining teeth. Such a beautiful mouth to use such language!
"Ah, leave her alone, Clara. She just graduated from a Catholic school, with all girls, what do you expect? She even made all A's, so I doubt if she even knows what you're talking about. Give her a chance. We have the whole summer to initiate her."
"Yeah, you're right. Sorry Camille, if I upset you by my filthy mouth;" Clara put her arm around me and squeezed my shoulders slightly. Her body felt warm next to mine and I gave her a smile; after all, she was apologizing. I remembered my mother and the warm hugs she had given me when I was little. It felt good to be held close by another person, I had missed the closeness so much. But then, I had to be strong, as the Sisters had told me. My parents had been killed in an automobile accident seven months ago and I still missed them terribly, crying myself to sleep most nights. I could feel the tears building up inside of me as I thought of them....
"Ah, come on,, don't start feeling bad again, Camille," Wendy came over to the bed and put her arms around me, too. It was wonderful having their arms around me, I wished I didn't ever have to be alone again. Wendy was so sweet and so soft ... she looked like a furry kitten with her wavy black hair that framed her heart-shaped face. perfectly. I could feel her soft but firm breasts next to me, throbbing, and I wanted to bury my head in their cushion. What a ridiculous thought!
"Are we gonna take care of her social life?" Clara asked Wendy. "It's probably gonna be easy, one date with her, she's such a knockout." Clara was stroking my long hair and whistling softly.
"Yeah, I thought I'd get Greg to suggest someone. He has the nicest friends. Have you ever had a date, Camille?" Wendy got up and went to stand in front of her mirror and started playing with her hair. I watched as she practiced making faces, making her lips into a pouting glance, her dark blue eyes lowered and seductive, like an actress in a movie I had once seen with father.
"Once, to a school dance, but I didn't like him. He wasn't too polite."
Clara laughed at this. Was she going to laugh at everything I said? I wished she would leave and I could talk to Wendy alone. I did want to meet some guys and try to have fun, like other girls. I had always felt left out when other girls started talking about their dates and boyfriends. But then, I had never really been interested in guys, until lately.
"Honey, well fix you up. Wendy, do you think my tits are too big to go without a bra? I don't want them to start sagging like my ole lady's." Clara stood by Wendy looking into the mirror, with her sweater pulled up to her neck. I could see in the reflection her large, pendulous breasts. They only hung the tiniest bit; mainly they stood out firm and proud, with the large nipples forming circles of coral, tilting upward. I felt inadequate looking at her breasts. Mine weren't that big.
"Sure, you can go without a bra. It'd be a shame to let them stay hidden in a Maidenform. You couldn't get them much higher than they already are." Wendy faced Clara and was holding her breasts cupped in her hands ... wasn't that a sin? I saw Clara's nipples beginning to harden and stand erect from her flesh, and I could feel that strange feeling again inside of me. Just like at Christmas when daddy had held me in his lap. Suddenly I felt an unexplained guilt rising inside of me, and I knew I had to get out of this room. It scared me when I started to have these funny feelings. I remembered that night so clearly, how daddy had rubbed my thighs with his hands and I had gotten all wet between my legs, so much that I had to run up to my room and it had hurt his feelings for leaving him.
"Wendy, honey, if you don't let go of my tits, I'm gonna be forced to put you down on the floor and make an honest woman out of you, and I don't think our little virgin here would like that."
They laughed together and I felt excluded. I was tired of feeling this way.
"Why don't the two of you help me out by telling me all about sex and stuff?" I stammered, blushing violently. I was shocked by my words, but didn't care. Seventeen was old enough!
"What do you want to know? You only got to ask. I know everything about sex, and if I don't, I'll fake my way out of it." Clara said this with her Lips all shining wet and she stood in front of me, slowly licking her lips with her red tongue. I got the distinct impression she was teasing me in some way I didn't understand.
It was well after midnight when I was finally in my room. Clara and Wendy had told me so many shocking things that I had begged them to continue until I was too tired to sit up any longer. Some of it scared me, but most of it was exciting. When Clara had explained about 'cunts' and pussies' (I wasn't too fond of those words) and how they got all wet and enlarged when we were excited sexually, that had frightened me. My own father had excited me-that was incestuous, and very wrong. I was ashamed of myself by being glad that I was now an orphan and wouldn't have to confront that problem. They had suggested that I sleep nude tonight and explore my body. Clara had said to touch, myself, I think she used that word, masturbation.' Yes, that was the word.
My body was getting warm against the cool dryness of the sheets. I began stroking my long legs with my hands but avoided going between them. I couldn't, not yet. I got out of bed and turned on the lights. I looked at my big brown eyes, very wide now. My nose was straight, a good nose, I thought. I wished my mouth was as full as Wendy's or Clara's, but still it was a pretty mouth. My skin was lighter in tone than theirs, but very even and looking warm in the light. My breasts didn't hang at all. They were very round and full, tight now as I touched them with my fingers, bringing a sublime pleasure. The nipples, a pale pink, grew taut and erect as I pinched them. I imagined Wendy cupping them, as she had Clara's.
No! I couldn't think like this. I wasn't going to become a lesbian. I knew enough already to know that was wrong. My body was tingling as I ran my hands down my silky stomach to reach the soft curls of my black pubic hair. Strange, that it was black. I tugged at the hair, it felt good ... tension was building in my body as I let my fingers go under the hairs to reach the smooth, already wet lips of my vagina. I sat down in front of the mirror and spread my legs as wide as I could. I could see the dark pink of my lips and I liked the way they shined. I pulled them gently apart to stare into the darkness between them. I touched the inside with my finger and brought it to my mouth, savoring the tangy taste. I could feel contractions inside of me as I rubbed the tiny little hard part. Clara had called it a clitoris. It was rock hard and throbbing, so much that I wanted something inside of me, God, oh God, did I want something! I thought then of Clara, her big blonde body, all voluptuous and wriggling on top of me, her lips sucking me and craving me, the two of us together, clasping our bodies....
"Camille, aren't you asleep yet?" I heard Wendy at my door! I ran to my bed and grabbed a book on the nightstand.
"No, I'm just reading. Come in if you want to." I tried to calm my body down some and pulled the sheets up to my neck. I hoped Wendy would not be able to tell what I had been doing. Was my face red?
"I hope Clara wasn't too much for you; sometimes she can be too blunt. But she always means well. She's a great fun person."
"No, I liked her."
"Yeah, I thought so." Wendy laughed and sat down on the side of my bed. My body was really burning inside and I longed for a cold shower. "I remember how I was before I had sex. It was crazy, always wanting something inside and never really knowing what it is until you finally have it. You know who my first lover was? No, forget that, I'd better not ruin it for you. I've got an ideal Why don't you turn over and I'll rub your back a little to help you go to sleep."
Very carefully, so that Wendy could not see my bare breasts, I turned over, suddenly wishing that I had my pajamas on. I pushed the pillow to the side and stretched out flat on my stomach. I turned my head so that I could see Wendy's face. She had a beautiful face-and body. I could tell by the outline of her robe that her breasts had a little flip at the end; probably her nipples were there at that exact point. In her bedroom I had noticed her very, very round and full little bottom. It must be very soft. Crazy thoughts again.
I felt the warm palm of Wendy's hand gently going in circles on my back. Ummm ... her other hand was rubbing my neck with the lightest touch imaginable. I felt my body going hot again, surprising me with surges of warmth. I squirmed a bit beneath Wendy's touch. She was humming softly and I went back in time to my childhood, being sung to sleep, held in my mother's arms, my head resting on her breasts....
Wendy tugged at the sheet to bring it lower, I sensed the cool air as it hit my bare buttocks. Could she feel how hot my skin was becoming?
Oh, God! What was she doing? Her hands had moved down to my buttocks and were kneading the flesh as if it were a loaf of bread ... it was like drifting in a sailboat, only the drifting wasn't as calm as I would have liked. I felt I might explode any moment. Maybe I should tell her to stop. Would my pussy get so wet that it would ruin the sheets? She was pulling my cheeks apart and I couldn't help but let out a soft moan. I wanted something, and it scared me to realize that I wanted her, her little round body next to mine. I quivered and shook as she eased my legs apart.
My pussy was dripping wet with anticipation, my breathing suspended as I waited for her fingers to probe between my flesh to reach the dark red of my vagina. God, oh God, it was so good, so good ... she was rubbing my pussy with her fingers and humming faster. Faster, Wendy, faster, harder, go harder, suddenly I couldn't stand it any longer and I rolled over and brought Wendy's mouth down on mine, open and waiting. She didn't resist, only fell on to me and devoured my mouth with hers. She kept her hand in my pussy, squeezing it, pulling on it as our kiss went deeper and deeper. I wanted to drown in her body. My nipples were hard as they crushed against her nipples, pressing together and shaking violently, uncontrollably. She left my mouth and crushed her teeth down on my nipples, sucking them hard, roughly. I rubbed her curly hair with my hands, holding her head to my breast....
"Damn, Camille!" Wendy suddenly released herself and sat upright in the bed, pulling her robe to cover her reddened breasts, "I can't do this to you, I just can't!"
"Do what? Oh, Wendy, I want you to, don't you see, I'm all weak, dying inside to have you next to me, please, don't stop!" I didn't know what I was saying, all I knew was that I didn't want her to leave me alone in this room, I wanted her hot, pulsating body next to mine. My legs pressed together to conceal my pussy from her. I kept squeezing and crying, I wanted her. "Wendy, please stay, I don't want to be alone!"
My mouth was watering to suck her nipples, I was so dizzy that I couldn't sit up, I couldn't stay here without her.
"Camille, listen to me! Get hold of yourself! I didn't want anything like this to happen." Wendy drew her arm up and slapped me hard against my cheek.
My hysteria subsided at once. I was ashamed, shocked at myself. What had happened to me? Why had I lost control of myself? I drew the wet sheets around my perspiring body. I was shaking so badly that I thought I was going to die. I buried my head in my knees and let the tears fall from my eyes.
"Camille, don't cry. It's alright. Nothing much happened. We'll forget it, we will, you'll see, please don't cry." Wendy put her arms around me and began to rock me back and forth. I let her do this and cried hard for me, for my dead parents, for everything.
"Oh, Wendy, I love you!" I cried and hugged her.
"Shhh! We'll wake up my parents. Lie back down in bed and I'll sleep with you tonight. Well be friends, just friends, Okay?"
I nodded in agreement and let her get up for my pajamas. I pulled them over my body and turned on my side. Wendy slid in next to me and put her arms around me. Her hand was almost touching my nipple, but I put any thought of that out of my mind and let myself drift off into sleep....
When I awoke the next morning, I saw first that I was alone in the bed. Wendy had gone. The light was coming in from the window making the room look warm and inviting. I quickly got out of bed and ran to look in the mirror. My eyes were slightly swollen, but otherwise I looked fine. Throwing on some jeans and a T-shirt, I went into the bathroom. To my surprise, I found that my pussy was a little sore. Wendy must have been rougher than I thought. I smiled at my reflection in the mirror-I looked great! I didn't know how it had happened, but my sleep had cured me of my problems. I felt no guilt, only an anxiousness to meet my new fate. I had already decided that I would find someone and explore more fully the world of sex! If last night were 'nothing,' as Wendy had said, then I couldn't wait for more. I was hungrier for sex than breakfast, but all the same I ran down the stairs for the kitchen.
"Good morning, Cousin Camille," Bellowed Uncle Cranston from behind his newspaper. 'What are your plans for today?"
"Good morning. I don't have any, yet Maybe Wendy and I will do something."
"Oh, don't you remember? She's busy teaching those kids all day."
"Oh, that's right. I'll find something to do, I guess."
"How about coming in to my studio with me? I have a very slow day ahead and maybe we could find something for you to do."
I nodded at him and fixed some coffee. Uncle .Cranston looked a lot like my daddy, and he should, they were brothers. He was slim and fit, his body all tan from living so near the ocean, I supposed. I liked the way his sideburns were a silvery gray, framing his narrow face. His brown eyes looked a lot like mine, only he had little laugh lines around them.
We finished our coffee and I ran upstairs for my purse. I could feel the urgency of last night still inside of me as I patted my pussy in a delightfully wicked way and winked in the mirror. Today was going to be fun-I would see to that. Maybe I could talk Uncle into taking some pictures of me....
"Well, it's not much to look at, but it's all I need." Uncle Cranston was patting the only decent piece of furniture in the studio, an old metal desk. Still, the large room was sunny and I liked the clutter of the photographs and the camera equipment all around.
"Look around while I go into the darkroom for a minute or two." He smiled at me in a very sweet wav and I explored. Most of the pictures were of buildings and other dull things like that, several pictures of his family. Also very dull and old. I went over to a crowded corner and began to rummage. Surprise! I wet my lips as I saw these-there were so many of them. Nude women in various positions, some laughing into the camera, others pouting. There was a large one in -the back, I pulled it out-it was of Clara and another woman, embracing! I brought the photo to the window to examine it more closely. Clara was standing nude against the wall, one of her breasts exposed, as she held the other woman around her buttocks and was pulling at them. I could see her teasing expression staring at me from the photo; I noted her rounded hips and long, curvaceous legs spread out behind the other woman. I longed to see her pussy, but tried not to think of that.
"I see you discovered my favorite photograph." Uncle Cranston laughed somewhat nervously as he came back into the room. I gave him a big smile to let him know that I didn't mind his pictures-I loved them.
"This one is so suggestive. I met Clara last night, and she is magnificent, truly," I said still looking at the photo. "Uncle Cranston, will you take some pictures of me, like this?"
He shook his head, but smiled. What was it with this family? I make the big decision to have some fun for a change and they all reject me! Well, I'd show him. I stood in front of him, about five feet away, and parted my lips, wetting them ever so slowly with my tongue. I started to sway with my body, moving with an instinctive rhythm. He only stared at me for a second, then he reached for his camera.
"Keep moving, Camille, just keep moving."
I reacted with an excitement that was exhilarating. I loved the fact that he was watching, and snapping the camera. I turned my back to him, still swaying in a slow, seductive manner, letting all my natural instincts flow out from me. I very slowly began to pull my T-shirt up from my waist. I got it to my neck and then I turned around, holding the shirt over my face and letting my breasts shake some as I twisted one way, then another. He was moaning and I could hear the clicking of his camera. I bent down to the floor and pulled the shirt off with a big sweep. I moved my hands slowly up my thighs, legs, over my stomach and to my breasts. I cupped the warm fleshiness in my hands and then squeezed it some, pulled them every way I could. Then I ran around the room, going into a wild tribal dance I had once seen on TV. Then I stood close to him and unzipped my jeans. They came off easily and I stood nude except for my panties. I pulled them below my hips and let them fall and slipped my feet out, falling back to the large pillow by the window and spreading my legs as wide as I could.
"Oh, baby, do it, touch your pussy, rub your pussy, feel it, squeeze it, let the juices flow .. Cranston was whispering hoarsely.
With deft fingers I explored every inch of my pussy, pulling it apart, almost tearing the flesh with my urgency. It was dripping wet and I wanted to scream. I did scream, and Cranston dropped the camera. He stood over me and I put a finger inside of my pussy, feeling the succulent wetness of my lips, and the tightness of the muscles as I pushed it in and out, in and out Cranston was taking his clothes off, throwing them on the floor, and moaning. He knelt between my legs and with his hands he held my legs by the ankles and pulled them up to his shoulders. Then he lowered his head to my pussy and I knew nothing like this feeling before. Waves swept through my twisting body as I felt his tongue exploring me. I recognized passion. His tongue was hard and long as he thrust it into my pussy. Then his teeth, they were biting my lips and then licking, sucking. I put my hands on his head and pushed to get him further inside of me, I had to have him, I had to....
I jerked him off of my pussy and turned him to face me. I let my eyes wonder all over his body, my first male body. His skin was brown and the dark hairs stood out from his muscular chest as I traced his body with my fingertips. His abdomen was tight and moving beneath my fingers, I could feel his skin burning beneath my touch, I finally reached his maleness. My first reaction to his large, long, throbbing cock was that I had to feel it with my mouth, I had to touch it with my tongue and lick it until it was as wet as my pussy and craving my own body with a fierceness that I had to have. I put my wet tongue on his navel and ran it down to his balls, licking them gently and letting the saliva run all over them. I started at the base of his cock and went up to the firm head with my tongue. His body shook under me and I clasped his buttocks with my arms, bringing his cock in to my mouth. All the way in, I had to get it all the way into my mouth. I felt mad with desire I had never known, and would never again let lie dormant. His cock was enormously erect and stood in my mouth, reaching down into my throat. I let my juices fall from my mouth to cover it completely, then licked it wetter and wetter.
"Oh, baby, baby, baby, do it to me, eat me, suck me.. . ." Cranston was moaning and twisting beneath me, his body reaching up to my mouth as I pulled him closer and closer. His cock filled my mouth and I sucked hard, very hard, savoring the taste. My hands were clawing at his buttocks and pulling the cheeks apart until he was crying out for me to slow down, go easy, he moaned.
He pulled me up to his mouth and my voice was husky with moaning as our tongues met in total wetness and unrestrained desire. I bit his lips and tried to draw blood as he pulled my head back and ran his hands over my breasts. I felt that they might explode as he twisted the nipples and roughly pulled at the flesh. His mouth left mine as he covered my breasts with his mouth and tongue, eating me like I was ice cream, only better. I began to kick with my legs and he turned me over to lie flat on the floor as he eased himself between my legs and my pussy lifted up to meet his bobbing, hard penis. He didn't put it inside of me, but rubbed it all along the length of my pussy, the wetness meshing into a oneness. A sharp, explosion went off in my pussy!-
"Cranston, come on, into me, into me, I want you so badly please come in now come in ..." I moaned, oblivious to the hard cold floor under my twisting and turning body.
I felt the ridge of the head as he gently put it in. I lunged my body upward to consume it inside of my pussy, the Lips tight against his penis. The pain as he entered me-it was exquisite! I was losing it, losing my virginity, having it happen at last! I cried out in wild joy as I felt my pussy fill up with his penis as he moved it so slowly in and out, around and around. My body began to break into rapid jerks as I felt the climatic flames flying out of my body. I began to shake and move with a rapidity that astounded me and I thrust his penis into me harder and harder, deeper and deeper. We became one as our bodies shook together and his mouth found mine. I tore into his mouth and sucked his touch roughly as I moved faster and faster against his body. I was coming! My orgasm, here, now! I laughed almost hysterically and cried out at the same time, I was in a complete and total state of ecstasy! I heard him moan louder and louder until we were moving so fast and so hard that I was crying out for him to stop, stop! He was tearing my body open with his thrusting cock.
"Cranston, oh, God, stop, stop, you're killing me, I killing me!"
For an answer he only covered my mouth again with his and bit my mouth, my cheeks, my lips, my nose, my neck, I was going crazy, I knew I was. Then he screamed in my ear, and stopped his beating penis inside of me. A long, hard shiver went through my entire body as I pulled his head down against my breasts and held it there. My tears were of joy, and total contentment. He looked up and kissed them away as they ran down my cheek.
"You were a virgin, weren't you?" He whispered into my ear.
I nodded and he held me close to him, rocking me and saying how he loved me, loved me. "I do, Camille, you're one in a million, How did an old man like me luck into someone like you?"
I didn't think he wanted an answer and if he had, I couldn't have told him. He might not want to know that I had decided early this morning that I would have sex today, and probably anyone at all would have satisfied me. Maybe not, though, he was terribly experienced, I thought. I wondered if he had screwed Clara.
"Cranston, have you made it with Clara?"'
"Why, Camille, what a thing to ask. I don't think I shall tell you. Are you jealous?"
"I might be, she is a beautiful woman, and I don't know-"
"Hush, don't ruin this moment." He started kissing my neck again, but I was so tired that I could only lie next to him and let him. I wondered if I should feel guilty; after all, he was my uncle, and what would Wendy think if she knew-or Aunt Tina, did they know about him?
"Cranston, does Auntie know that you do this with other women besides her?"
"Honey, your Aunt and I haven't slept together for years. We have separate bedrooms, you know. I don't even know why we stay married. Probably for the lads, though of course they're old enough now for it not to matter...."
I didn't say anything, but got up for my clothes. As I stood up, I felt the sticky semen running down my legs and wondered what one was supposed to do.
"The bathroom's in there." He pointed to a door.
I went into the bathroom and closed the door. Probably it was like daddy had said to momma many times, that Uncle Cranston was a spineless man, living off of his wife's money and taking it easy. Oh, well, it didn't matter. I was through with him. He had served my purposes very well-now I wasn't a Virgin' any more! I couldn't wait to tell Clara and Wendy. But what could I tell them? Wendy had said last night that you should care about the person you chose to have sex with, and he was her father. But I did care about Cranston, a little. Why did he ruin it with all this love business at the end? Maybe he just wanted to make me feel good, or something. I wiped myself clean with a rough paper towel and looked in the mirror. Wow! My eyes were shiny and bright! I thought I looked older, more of a woman of the world.