Chapter 2
They were sitting now in the kitchen, eating some creamed chicken found in the fridge. Anita, all bathed and beautiful, was wearing her shirt and tight jeans.
And Bert, staring at her tight jeans, kept thinking of what a joy it would be to get into them again before the night was over. That was the pleasure of having a cousin under your roof; you had sex in the house. You didn't have to go scrambling for it in the singles bars.
He shoveled down a lot of chicken, because sex left him famished. He kept looking at her tender mouth, hardly able to believe that just an hour ago she'd had it around his swollen cock. She still looked virginal, and probably would look like that for years to come. It was not only her tender age, but the white purity of her skin, the oval beauty of her face.
"How do you feel? Now that your cherry is gone?"
She thought about it, "Well, Bert, it had to go sometime. Why not here? Why not you?"
He laughed. She had a helluva lot of good sense, especially for a fifteen-year-old kid. He congratulated himself that she was not all red-eyed and revoltingly guilty about losing her cherry. Nowadays, to be a virgin was to be a Victorian idiot.
"We're just beginning, honey. There's a lot of games we can play."
"What do you mean?" She was very curious about the evils of sex. For some reason, she thought of sex mostly as the male organ penetrating the female organ, mostly for purposes of having kids. Cock-sucking seemed to her at first like a strange game, but it had become juicy and joyous. And when Bert had stuck his tongue into her pussy, she had almost done somersaults.
"Sex is the greatest game in the world," he told her, "And after dinner, well pick up where we left off."
She looked eager. "Will we fuck again?"
He laughed. "Fucking is the most beautiful game in the world."
He got out the wine, some of the costlier stuff, just to celebrate, and they sipped it.
"Where's Mona?" she asked.
"She's over at Vera's." He sipped the wine, thinking of how often Mona went to Vera's, as if they had a thing with each other. Sometimes, he wondered whether Mona did turn both ways. She probably didn't care where the sex came from. He licked his lips, thinking of Mona, that super-cunt. If only he didn't feel all that guilt about Arnold, he would stab her with cock someday, he thought.
"But what if Mona comes back too early?" Anita asked anxiously. She wasn't crazy about an interruption from Mona, if she happened to be sucking Bert's hot cock at the time.
"Oh, forget about Mona. She's always late."
They drank more wine, got a bit tipsy, and went back to her bedroom, where, instantly, he jerked down her jeans and panties, and started to lick her cunt.
He did it so quickly it stunned her, and she watched him with immense pleasure as he stuck his tongue into her, as if it were a cock, stabbing her clit, over and over.
Suddenly, it happened, a heavenly orgasm, her first with him! Her vulva vibrated, then sent out a great wave of pleasure to all the nerves of her body. She went almost limp.
Bert was delighted that he had knocked her off that easily, and shoved his monstrous cock at her mouth. She took it eagerly, for she had learned to love that hot meat in her mouth now. And she gave it a fine working over.
Then he pulled it from her, turned her so that her shapely tail faced his cock.
She glanced back at him. "What is it?"
"I'm going to ram this thing up your ass," he said gleefully.
She stared at him with disbelief. "That huge thing! In my dainty ass! No way!"
"Oh, yes. Just relax, leave it to me.
She shook her head. "No, you'll rip me apart. I have a tiny tail."
He grinned diabolically. "A tiny tail means a terrific ass fuck."
He got some grease, and slipped it on the head of his red, rambunctious cock, then put some on his finger, and slipped it into her tail.
"Oh, you've got a sweet asshole, Anita!"
Although it tickled her to hear her tail lauded, she loathed the idea of his stuffing that huge salami into her. It put the fear of destruction in her soul. "No, no. You can't stick that horrible monster in my tiny ass, Bert. It will destroy me."
"Oh shut up, and bend over!"
He was demonic now, for the desire had seized him to stuff his cock up her ass. It was a piece of Jack the Ripper in him, he thought.
He grabbed her white curved butt, spread the cheeks, and pointed his prick at the target-the notched little hole, the sweet little rosebud. He tried to slide in. He had to wriggle a bit before he opened it. And he felt that tightness about his head, and knew that he had to drive in, no matter what.
Of course, he could try to ram it, but she'd go through the ceiling, so he fought to control his brutal impulses. I'm going to crack this crack if it takes all night, he swore to himself. He seemed obsessed suddenly about getting into her tail, up to the hilt.
But she was moaning a little, trying to keep him off, yet, at the same time craving his doing it. Why? Curiosity perhaps, a desire to know what it felt like to be fucked in the ass? Or maybe it was a desire just to submit, for after all, she was only fifteen!
He wiggled his cock, pushing it, aware of the tightness of her tail. There was a ring of flesh now around his cock, and he kept pushing, and she kept groaning and protesting, but he pushed relentlessly.
He aimed to fuck her ass, that was the twist, and somehow, he felt that once he had done that, he would have her a love slave forever! He kept thrusting in, slowly, but firmly, and once he got past the tight ring, it seemed to be going great.
He glanced down, and could see at least half of his cock had got in her. The tightness of her ass was unbelievably exciting. The warmth and the moisture, and the feeling of a clenched fist around his thick, hard cock gave him ecstasy tingles.
"Don't do it anymore, please, Bert. It hurts."
"Shut up, you little bitch. You'll love it, the moment I get all the way in."
She was shocked when he called her bitch, and realized that he had zoomed to such a pitch of passion that he couldn't think of stopping. She felt all mixed up about it. She liked it for him to go crazy over her body, but she still didn't want him to put her down, calling her a bitch. She hated that, yet some part of her found it interesting. She liked him bossing her, dominating her. It gave her a good feeling. It seemed right that the male should be the master and the woman his slave.
Still, she liked it when he went down on her and licked her cunt. Then, he was her love slave. It was all mixed up.
His cock now had got further in the target and was building a tumult there, for the hard, hot meat was rubbing on the nerves in her ass, and it rippled off a lot of pleasure.
She began to find him interesting back there, to her astonishment, and waited for him to sink his shaft still deeper into her tail.
As for Bert, his cock was sending him a flood of great sensations, and he could tell from her trembling body that she craved the violation, that she wanted him now to drive all the way in.
And so, he thrust it deep in, so that his shaft was buried to the hilt, and his balls hit up against the cheeks of her ass.
He had made it! And she hadn't done a thing, just sighed. She was feeling a huge slab of salami stuck up her ass, and it paralyzed her with happiness. She loved the huge stack of flesh in her asshole, she just adored the feeling it gave her. She wanted him to slide that monster now, in and out of her, to puncture her with it.
She turned, looking at him over her shoulder, her green eyes loaded with lust. "Fuck me, Bert, fuck my ass off!"
He almost went out of his head hearing those words. "Yeah, honey, I'm going to fuck your ass right off."
And he began to, drive, and drive, like a possessed demon, shoving his cock into her depths, pulling it all the way out, then ramming it in, so that his balls bounced off the cheeks of her ass. It was a phenomenal, fabulous job of fucking, and he found the pleasure almost intolerable, grabbing at her breasts, holding them for leverage, while he arched his ass and jammed his cock in. Into the tightest hole he could imagine, his cock squeezed tightly against the velvety soft, moist anus.
Anita, now aware of his rhythm, tightened the muscles of her ass, so that his cock was squeezed into a joyous ride that suddenly went rioting off in a great spasm of cum, and the juices gushed into her tail, one spurt after another, while she whimpered with delight.
He held hard to her tits, with his cock jammed up all the way, so that they looked merged together, his hard male body against her white shapely female body.
Then, exhausted by his drives, he pushed forward, and slumped over her.
A little while later, he said, "That was a great fuck, Anita. You got a lot of talent."
She shrugged. "I didn't do anything."
He stared. "It was your asshole, honey. The sweetest ass this side of heaven."