Chapter 1
Anita Pearl Jones, a sweet young thing, suddenly found herself at fifteen deprived of all family when her mother, in a dumb moment, mixed bourbon with tranquillizers, which flipped her out of this wicked world.
Poor Anita, green-eyed and so deliciously shaped that lechers went pale with lust, had nowhere to go but to Uncle Arnold who lived in Southampton-by-the-sea.
He lived with Mona, his second wife, a well-fleshed hussy, and Bert, his eighteen-year-old son, a splendid stud whose chief aim seemed to be the care and cultivation of a rambunctious cock.
Sweet Anita, tender and innocent of the wicked ways of the world, felt grateful to have landed in the lap of luxury, safe and protected.
Alas, little did the poor darling realize that Fate had instead dumped her into a fierce nest of lechery.
Uncle Arnold was disgustingly rich, working as an overseas rep for a famous plane maker. His was very simple-bribing generals to order planes from his company. It just took personality and a million dollars under the table.
Arnold thought his niece, Anita, child of his only brother, a very spectacular morsel, and wondered if his horny son, Bert, could be trusted with such a delicious tidbit in the house.
Mona, Bert's stepmother, did not at all mind it when Anita came to live in the house. Mona herself was scarcely ever there, since her social life was very frantic. She was prone to parties, so that when Arnold went overseas, jockeying for a big job, with a juicy pussy on the side, Mona would try to keep amused in secret and sexy ways.
As for, Bert, he practically did handsprings when Anita came to the house and stalked her bedroom. Bert was a real jock, built with a hefty chest and biceps, and the sex drive of a lion in heat. He was so bedeviled by his brutal erections that, to get sleep, he was forced into unlimited self abuse.
For one thing, Bert had developed a sinister letch for his stepmother, Mona one of the sexpots of the western world. With Arnold overseas at times, she would get bored, indulge her taste for martinis, and would prance about the house, flaunting the delicious meat of her tits. This would put poor Bert up the pole, and he would go to his room to discipline his super-stiff pecker.
Bert, you see, had the usual Freudian fear of poaching on Poppa's things, so he fought hard to steer clear of Mona and her tempting tits. The entry of sweet Anita, however, brought a different erotic beat into the house.
Anita went into high school as a sophomore where Bert was a hotshot senior. And Bert went into hot fantasies on how to bring out the beast in his beautiful cousin, with her sweetly blossoming tits, how to discover the secret that lurked under those tight jeans caressing her sweet crotch.
But sweet Anita had no idea of the horrendous sex fantasies that paraded through the smutty head of her dearly loved cousin.
Anita, with the purity of a fifteen-year-old, would stare with her sea-green eyes in admiration at Bert, thinking how lucky to have almost found a brother to protect her from the wolfish men who seemed always to stare at her with disgusting lust.
Bert, at times, would discuss the problem of Anita's purity with his pal, Sid, also a jock at the high school, and cursed with the same smutty lusts toward females.
Sid thought deeply. "Why don't you get her drunk one night and then teach her the joys of fucking?"
"Get her drunk? She's fifteen."
Sid nodded wisely. "The right age to start on Jack Daniels."
"I'd rather she started on me." Bert said sadly. Then he added. "Jeez, Sid, if my old man ever found out, he'd tan my ass till it was sky blue."
Sid shook his head "Your old man? Underneath that silky front, I'll bet he's Jack the Ripper."
Bert had to laugh. Oh, it was true that Arnold was a super cocksmith, all right. Once, during one drunken night, he had been awakened by the crash of glass, and padded silently toward the living room to see his father tangle ass with Mona on the rug. It was a sight to sear your eyes, Bert thought, and the image printed itself in his mind.
Although obviously drunk, his father had got his pants down somehow, and with a big, bristling, amazingly thick cock, he was standing in front of a kneeling Mona who had part of the throbbing monster in her mouth, working hard on it, as if determined to make it disappear in her throat.
Bert, amazed, watched the spectacle, aware that his own cock had gone super rigid. He stood there rooted, watching Arnold, who groaned, grabbed Mona's head and began to thrust his tool into her mouth with force and rhythm.
Apparently it was cum time, for Arnold blasted off, and though Mona tried valiantly to swallow every drop of spunk, a few drops escaped to dot her lips, which, however, she promptly licked clean.
Bert fled silently from that scorched scene straight to his own bedroom, there to belabor his cock mercilessly to find ultimate relief.
But the lewd image of the bawdy Mona in her sex throes was printed on his memory, and it was therefore not hard to understand his letch each time he found himself alone with Mona.
Mona is a super cunt, he thought, but I have to control myself around here or Arnold will spatter me on the walls.
Bert, therefore; was greatly pleased when Anita entered their super-heated home. And now, in conference with Sid, he was fumbling for a way to arouse Anita to the evil joys of sex.
Sid thought deeply on how to help his fellow jock make it with the sweet Anita. He had seen her, and though she was fifteen, she was a fabulous turn-on.
"You could leave some dirty magazines around. You'd be surprised how sexy girls can get when they see sexy fuck pictures."
Bert stared. "You're pretty depraved."
Sid laughed. "Almost as much as you."
"But what makes you think that dirty pictures will work?"
"Take my word for it."
Then, for some far-out reason, Bert thought of Sid's mother, Vera, a choice morsel of meat, with heavy breasts, and of the time that he had come into Sid's house in tennis shorts and the intense way that Vera had stared at his phallic bunch up. Vera was a divorcee, and Bert suspected, a wanton woman. Were there dirty mags out at Sid's pad, Bert wondered?
Anyway, Bert did pick up a couple of sex mags, and dropped them in his room. They had marvelously colorful pictures of girls eating guys, guys eating girls, both eating each other.
It was a neat oral scene, especially the good-looking girls sucking big cocks, and it turned Bert on. He fought a good fight, but lost, and beat his meat valiantly, as he studied the pictures.
On Thursday, Anita came looking for Bert to help her with a math problem, but, alas, he was not yet home from school.
On his desk, however, she saw a magazine in brilliant color and she opened it curiously. Her eyes almost popped at the sight of the flesh show.
Anita, you see, had very limited experience in the world of sex, coming out of the cocoon of adolescence. She was a virgin, with the hang-up of virgins, that is to say, fear of the male prick, and of the lust she saw in the eyes of older men who drooled at the sight of virginal pussy.
As for Bert, she thought of him as a darling, a brother, for he always behaved sweetly to her. To discover that Bert looked at such wicked magazines came to her as a shock, even unnerved her. Her first impulse was to shut the magazine, and streak for her room, but curiosity nailed her there, and made her glance at the pictures, then study them. And to her innocent eyes, the scene looked like total debauchery.
Her pulse beat like a bird's heart, as she studied one particular picture-that of a blond Adonis with a well-muscled body, his tongue planted firmly, between the vaginal lips of this girl-she looking ecstatic. Her eyes were shut, her cunt was open, and her pink nipples were stiff with passion.
Anita well knew this feeling could not have been staged, and a surge of jealousy swept over her. A glance at the picture opposite showed this same shapely hussy with her full lips round the cock of the blond Adonis, and again, she looked to be in a state of pure bliss.
It has to be a fun thing for her, Anita thought, and she became aware then of wetness between her thighs. It was all wicked and terribly exciting.
She flipped the pages swiftly, for she had a dread of discovery, and found the other pictures deliriously obscene. Girls fucked in the cunt, in the ass, and iii the mouth, all with a look o£ dreamy bliss that couldn't be faked.
And always the big cock, a swollen thing, with veins, and balls.
A furious flow of sensations went through Anita, and she fled the room, her head still loaded with sharp images of delectable orgy, and her body in a tumult of excitement. Never before had she experienced such a strange rush of feelings. She felt flipped out.
She closed the door of her bedroom, stripped her clothing and lay trembling on the bed, letting her mind replay the deliriously evil pictures.
They came to her mind vivid and sharp, and her palm just naturally rotated over her breasts, shapely and firm, the nipples erect. Her other finger stole down to her cunt, and she stroked her wet clit.
She thought of the blond Adonis, picturing him between her white thighs, his tongue on her torrid pussy, and she quivered with the thrill.
Her fingers never stopped the stroking of her clit, and the violent surge of sensations through her body were more thrilling than anything ever remembered.
Her stroking became more vigorous, and now, for some vague reason, the male in her mind became Bert, her cousin I This was terribly disturbing, but at the same time, delicious.
The taboo of cousin love somehow withered under the impact of her passion. She craved his touch, but the idea of sex with a cousin seemed disturbing.
Deep in the throes of her passion, she did not hear Bert enter the house.
He drifted to his room still high from a joint that he had shared with Sid, out in the car.
Now, in his room, he noticed an open magazine, and at a page he had not yet looked at. It hit him then that Anita had finally got to his room and rifled through the pages. The very idea that she had looked at his wicked picture made his pecker jump.
He thought quickly that his father was over in Japan, bribing somebody, and that Mona rarely got back home before midnight.
Strike while the maiden is hot and the time is ripe; he thought.
He moseyed over to her room, and though the door was shut, he sensed her presence. If there was anything to telepathy, he could pick up the erotic vibrations flowing out of that bedroom.
Did he have the guts to break in? He figured that this could be the perfect moment. He was still high; therefore, it was easy to be audacious, and if she had seen that picture, as he suspected, she had to be turned on.
He steeled himself, opened the door, and the sight of Anita, nude on the bed, blew his mind.
She not only was nude, but she was rubbing her breasts with one hand, and finger-fucking herself with the other. Her face was hot with lust.
"Bert," she gasped. "Please. Leave the room." And she fumbled to cover herself, but had trouble because the blanket was tucked in.
Although the sight had his gonads all gone, Bert put on a cool front, pulled out a joint, lit it, then sat down on the side of the bed.
"Cool it, Anita. Don't go off the wall."
She kept fumbling to get the covers over her, and he flipped at the sight of her creamy breasts, tipped with pink nipples, and the glimpse of her golden pussy hair that just covered her well-fleshed cunt.
His cock went to a devastating size in his pants, and he felt doomed to follow through, come what "You shouldn't be here, Bert."
"Don't fret, Anita. I understand. We're only human, right? Our bodies heat up, and we need to cool it down. If you knew how many times a week I have to beat my meat to get down."
Bert could not have said anything more on target to defuse Anita's panic. For one thing, he did not mock her, look shocked, or do anything crazy. He recognized instead that masturbation was only human, and he admitted also to the practice of self abuse.
"Is that what you call it? Beat your meat?" She had to smile.
He, too, smiled reassuringly. His face was gentle, brotherly, almost saintly, for he was presenting himself as a cousin, not a lowlife seducer.
"It's tough to be young and full of desires. You have them, and I have them. That's how nature designed us."
Anita's fright by now had fled, and she found the scene provocative. Also, she couldn't help but notice the immense bulge in his pants, and she wondered if Bert had a cock like the one she had just admired in the mag.
Her own body, she was aware, was not completely covered, and she felt shameless vanity about the beauty of her figure. She was stacked-it was the truth in the mirror.
It was sinister, actually, to be naked, under the cover, and in the room with Bert, for she had secret lusts that she didn't acknowledge, but which now flooded over her.
"Here," He offered her a lighted joint.
She took it and inhaled, feeling grown up suddenly. At school, kids smoked grass, and she had, on occasion joined them.
She liked to be high, and doing it with Bert somehow made her feel close to him.
"Isn't it a shame that we get sexy feelings, and have to get rid of them in such a lonely way?" Bert again passed her the joint.
Lonely way! It jolted her, this comment of his, for it hit a real truth. When you toyed with yourself, you were alone, a reason it was called the solitary vice. Yet you did picture someone in your head. The one you wanted to be with-because sex was a coupling and not a solitary experience.
Anita was very bright, and figured this out. While stroking her pussy, she had played with two images in her mind, one of the blond Adonis in the mag, the other of Bert.
Now she felt both fear and excitement, because this was a tight situation, both of them being real together, frankly admitting they stroked themselves to gratify the desires of the flesh. And now, they were together building a high on grass, and she sensed that the huge bulge in his pants would drive him toward her pussy.
She felt both fascinated and frightened, and the naughtiest impulses were unleashed by the erotic pictures, and the grass.
What would he do, she wondered? She was, after all, a virgin. Would he assault her virginity? Her flesh craved his touch, she had to admit.
He smiled at her, somehow tuned into her erotic feelings, and gently moved even closer on the bed as he passed her the joint. She fluttered a bit at his nearness, but did not edge off.
Her nerves seemed marvelously strung out, and she felt exquisitely sensual, so that even a look at the shape or his cock, swollen in his pants, made thrilling tingles in her cunt.
So that when he let his hand fall on her thigh, while chatting, she didn't travel into a tizzy.
"I'm so glad, Anita, that you have come to live with us."
"Not half as glad as me. When Mother died, I really freaked out. I felt so lost. It's not an easy thing for a girl my age to be alone."
"Oh, Dad thought instantly of bringing you here, It sure made me happy. I didn't know how you had grown. I thought of you as a skinny kid with pigtails." He stared at her enchanting face, with the sea-green eyes, blond hair, the exquisitely molded white shoulders, the pink-nippled breasts, the pink slit of her pussy with its downy golden hair that he had glimpsed before she could cover up.
"You really grew up in a hurry," he said, finding it hard to conceal his lust.
This lust! so visible in his eyes, really ticked Anita off. She wanted to be touched, she wanted to be kissed, she wanted him doing indecent things to her. For somehow, since she had seen the erotic pictures, her innocence had slipped away.
"I think you are trying to have me grow up faster." Her eye went to his hand on her thigh.
He smiled, devilishly charming, and rubbed her thigh gently, feeling the flesh through the thin cover.
The strain of his swollen cock began to get to him. "I think that you grew up when you looked pictures in my room."
"Oh, they were very naughty pictures, Cousin nice." He had, by this time, pushed aside the coverlet to touch her snowy white, velvety skin.
The touch of her was absolutely pure turn-on, like the touch of silk.
He stroked her thigh again and again as a soft blush appeared on the ivory skin of her face. He knew then that amorous feelings were flowing through her, and that the time had come to strike, now, if ever.
He smiled, then caressed her blushing cheek with his fingertips, then touched her golden hair.
She, too, smiled with all the vanity of a female who had been stroked.
Leaning forward, he planted a light kiss on her lips, the velvet, virginal lips that scarcely knew how to kiss, yet tasted like springtime flowers.
She kept her mouth there, and he felt a surge of lust and his impulse was to grab her hand, put it over his swollen cock, a rash move that would have spelled doom.
An instinct made him slow down, for after all she was fifteen and virginal. There was no hurry. Plenty of time, Bert thought, for Mona would not be home till midnight and the old man was tossing a geisha girl in Tokyo.
The problem was control!
He clenched his teeth, kept a firm rein on his rambunctious cock, for if he stampeded this young virgin, she would go scuttling up the wall.
So he kissed her, opened his mouth to start tongue touching, for he knew, devilish fellow, that virgins focused on kissing. Virgins are for kissing, but, if clever, he could then ease her into daring intimacies.
Bert, at least, dared to think that.
Because tongue touching made her breathe fast, he knew sweet passion was building, so he caressed her shoulder, bringing his hand nearer her breast.
She tightened as he came close to her tit, but, like some master seducer, he kept stroking. Females were like cats, and stroking, Bert felt, paralyzed them with passion. Finally, he put his hand on her tit, and felt the nipple hard and erect and knew it would go easier now.
He kept stroking her tit, then bent suddenly, got his mouth on it, knowing the power of the tongue to launch a girl into the passion pit.
He nuzzled the nipple, then started gentle sucking, pulling at the tit more vigorously, aware that this sucking would reach her on the primitive level.
Suck a tit and the cunt goes wet, thought Bert, that cocksmith without peer.
Her body on the bed slumped suddenly, victim to his touch.
While he sucked her tit, his hand went to her pussy under the cover, to the downy hair and the moistened slit. His cock in his pants had swelled monstrously, so that he had to shift his body. Then he dug in her cunt, wet and warm with his finger, stroking the clit, starting a fire that could be quenched only one way.
Poor Anita, in the clutch of a subtle seducer, was like a bird hypnotized by a snake, for the rush of her sensations, so delicious, so sweet, so delectable, could no longer stop.
His mouth on her tit, his finger in her clit had launched her toward heaven.
She waited with virginal fear and frantic delight for his next move, feeling it would bring her irresistibly toward ecstasy. She would experience soon the same bliss felt by the girls in the torrid pictures. Her body, under the touch of Bert, had become a paradise of pleasure.
Now his strategy was to get her to touch his naked cock, so, while stroking her pussy with one hand, he used his other to unzip his pants, bringing out his cock and balls. Gently he took her hand and put it on his cock.
There was the virginal shock at contact, but he kept her hand there, and curiosity and passion won out, for she stayed there.
He could feel the soft silky palm of her hand enfolding his cock as he worked on her clit to sharpen her passions.
She's a gone goose, he thought delightedly, for there could be no turning back now. They were shot down once you got a cock in their hands, he thought.
He slid under the cover where her pussy lurked and went daringly for the slit. He slid his tongue between her cuntlips, and she let out a deep sigh as his tongue darted over the clit, working in the moist velvet warmth.
She felt herself dissolving with bliss. It all seemed to be working out as she; had just seen it in the dirty magazine, guys eating cunt. Soon he would ask her to do it to him.
Her cunt quivered with marvelous tingles. And the size of his hard cock stupefied her. She dared glance at it quickly, with maidenly modesty, and was appalled at the monstrous size, the huge head, so velvety soft, looking like a helmet with its purple ridge.
He threw off the cover to look at the feast of white loveliness. Her breasts were pink tipped with erect nipples, her stomach was flat, her hips charmingly shaped, and golden maidenhair barely covered the virginal pussy.
She had snowy thighs, well-shaped legs, and lecherously he could imagine them clenched about his back as he fucked.
To bring her to a peak, he worked his tongue vigorously in her wet cunt so that she began to groan and twist.
Then he stopped, and brought his cock up to her face, to her lips.
"Kiss it, honey."
Her green eyes stared at its purple fury, its throbbing size, and she felt its fatal fascination. She brought it to her lips, kissed it gently.
"Open your mouth. Take it in, take it in your mouth." His tone was urgent.
She opened her lips, letting the head enter her warm, moist mouth.
His impulse then was to jam it in, to fuck her mouth violently, but he controlled himself.
"Suck it, Anita. Like a lollipop."
She hadn't the vaguest idea of what to do with it, he realized, just thought that you held the cock in your mouth, and that was that.
"Lick it, like a lollipop. Get your mouth around it, get your tongue under it, and suck it. Give it a great time, darling." He could scarcely recognize his voice, for it went hoarse with passion. Poor Bert, he was really blasted out of his head by what was happening.
He could scarcely believe his fabulous luck, having this luscious young cunt, right now, holding his hot cock in her sweet mouth. Somehow, he had not dreamed it would happen, even though he'd fantasized about it, over and over.
But there, right there, in front of his petrified eyeballs, this delicious dish was actually licking his cock, just as in his wildest erotic dreams.
And the sensation was blowing his mind. For she sort of got interested in the feeling of that thick, muscular fat cock in her mouth, and she felt instinctive drives to lick it, to suck it, to flutter her tongue under it, She thought it the most extraordinary toy that was ever invented, and that Bert was extremely clever to suggest they do this trick.
She just had all sorts of oral rapture, holding his hot cock in her mouth, and she soon developed the most dynamite movements that seemed to rock him down to his spine, for he groaned and moaned when she did things.
I've got tremendous power over him, she thought, sucking it vigorously. Guys love to have their cocks sucked, she figured. It was the-big gun in the sex game.
He had grasped her head, and now was thrusting his cock into her mouth, going for her throat. And she felt he was in the clutch of a tremendous passion.
But he did finally get control, for Bert realized if he roughed her up too much, or selfishly blasted his cum, without taking some care for her, it would be a lousy start.
So he pulled out his red, bruised, throbbing cock, which somewhat disappointed her, for she felt an incompletion, and he pulled off his clothes 'so that he, too, finally, was nude.
She adored the powerful shape of his body. He was athletic, with a hard chest, and built in the Apollo mold.
Seen like this, with his thick, big cock thrust out from his body, he turned her on, and her eyes luxuriated in the sight.
He smiled at her. "Let's fuck, darling."
She bit her lip nervously. And she stared at the size of his stupendous tool. "But you can't get that thing into me. I'm very small. And I'm a virgin."
"Do you want to be a virgin forever?" he demanded.
She smiled. "You're wicked, Cousin Bert."
When she said cousin, a streak of guilt went through him, but he squelched it quickly. What the hell did it matter? All these taboos were obsolete hangovers from the past, before they invented ways to circumvent pregnancy. It was stupid, Bert felt, to be guilty about anything like that. He should instead think of how lucky he was that Anita, because she was his cousin, had fallen into his depraved hands. He would teach her the pleasures of sex, just a little before society thought it proper, so that, in actuality, she would have longer to enjoy the sensual life. It was a favor he was doing her, if you thought about it.
No, it was good that she was his cousin, and he would launch her into the life of sensual love, and do it right. What if some dumb shit got hold of her, and really butchered her virginity. How fortunate for her that she had a clever kid like him, to teach her the great game of sex.
"Let's be wicked together, Anita. It's the nicest game of life."
She laughed. Somehow, she had confidence in Bert, and felt he would never do anything to harm her. Perhaps it was best that he be the one to despoil her of her cherry. He would not be a clumsy oaf, he knew what he was about, and he wouldn't mutilate her. For cherry busting, she knew, could be a bloody business.
"Yes, let's be wicked. But try not to hurt me, Cousin Bert." And again she looked with fear at this super-size cock, all red, and fiercely ready for combat.
He put his cock next to her passion slit and edged it in slightly, feeling the tender warmth and moisture. He knew she was tight, as any virgin is, for when he put his finger in, the tightness was quite apparent.
He pushed in a bit and she winced a bit, probed by the thick size of his flesh.
"Don't expect it not to hurt any. But there will be pleasure with the hurt," he told her.
And he bent forward to kiss her sweet, tender mouth, while he pushed again gently into the warm interior of her cunt, fighting his impulse to thrust it all the way. Somehow, the impulse came to males, he thought, as if the only way was to crash through. Maybe that's how nature intended for guys to take girls, he thought.
Anyway, he now snuggled his cock into the luscious cavern of her cunt, and she, too, twisted a bit, trying to ease it into the tight little nook. It hurt her, for she felt as if a huge salami was getting stuffed into her pussy, and yet, with the hurt was a touch of heaven, for all sorts of sweet tingles came off the sides of her cunt.
He then went down to her tits, and pulled on them, to give her sexual feelings so that the pain that would shortly hit her, when he crashed through the barrier, would not be all that focused.
By this time he had got half his cock into her but half the muscular shaft was still greedy to dive.
So he began to force and force, and his cock, iron hard, pushed at the hymen until finally he felt the breakthrough and her wetness, then felt his shaft sink all the way to the hilt!
Somehow he had got his great cock into this delicious, lovely body. Her eyes were moist with tears of pain and pleasure. Tears for her departed virginity, pleasure because this delicious intruder of flesh and muscle sent ecstasies quivering through her cunt.
Bert felt her cunt like a fiercely closed fist around his cock, and the sensation blew his mind. He grabbed her butt, her white firm mounds, pulled his tool out gently, then sank it again to the utmost depth.
He did it again and again gently, and it was then that she got the mingled tingles of pleasure with the pain, finding it delicious beyond anything in her experience.
How nice Bert was, she thought, not to tatter her with beastly thrusts, violent movements that could destroy her!
He arched his ass and drove in, easy and velvety, delighted by the tight cunt on his cock and the gleam of pleasure in her eyes. She was turning on to the fuck. That pleased Bert, for he wanted it to be a big blast for her, the first time.
His finger found the button in her tail, and he jiggled the nerves gently as he slid his tool in and out of the torrid cunt. Its tightness around his cock was just about to rocket him off.
He grabbed her, started to fuck fiercely, thrusting and thrusting, feeling the juice flow thru the pipe of his cock, swelling it enormously as it spurted into her.
She jumped at the impact as the cream slammed into the depths of her pussy, and the muscles of her cunt sucked on his cock, squeezing out all the juice.
Though she did not reach an orgasm, she felt delicious sensations as her cunt swallowed his spunk, and luscious tingles spread through all the nerves of her body.
When finally he pulled out his cock she felt a terrible emptiness. It belongs in there, she thought.
She looked at the cock as it came out, all beat, for she had taken the fire and fury from it. And it looked mostly red with her virgin blood.
She had lost her cherry, but now she was ready for pleasure.