Chapter 3
And so Bert Jones initiated his beautiful cousin Anita into the shameless joys of fornication, and some delectable variations on the theme of sex.
She turned out to be a talented pupil, with a zest for all the tricks of the bedroom, so that Bert found a suitable target for his prodigious pecker. If he woke with a hard, he figured it would be just a question of time for him to sink his shaft, and therefore find relief.
As for Anita, she found fucking one of the seven wonders of the world, and the more she got the more she craved it. Her body was sensitized to sex! and she would shiver with ecstasy when Bert stole into her bedroom, late at night, so that nobody would be wiser. The only thing that discouraged Anita about sex, was Bert's lack of durability, for it seemed when he lost his hard, his passion zoomed down. Whereas, hers zoomed up, and her cunt was always in a lather to get lapped. The more that she did it, the more she delighted to do it.
It was quite a shock for Bert to discover that this fifteen-year-old kid had more lust for sex than he did, and he confided one day to his jock friend, Sid, at school after baseball practice.
"She's crazy about cock," Bert said to Sid, over at the Pub where they had gone for beers.
"Show me a woman who isn't," Sid said, toying with his drink, secretly envying his friend. He had of course met Anita several times, and that face and shape put the lust into him. He pictured in his mind what great bedroom bawdy fun Bert was having with his cousin, and jealousy seared his "Women have it easy," said Bert. "They don't have to erect."
"Yeah. They got the cunt, and it's always there. They don't have to prove a thing."
"Is she wearing you out, Bert?" Sid grinned.
"No, but I'm just impressed with her appetite for sex."
"If you weren't so selfish, perhaps we could gratify that appetite together," Sid said slyly.
Bert stared at him, and his mind streaked out to Sid's mother, Vera, who he felt sure had been looking at him lately with a speculative eye. He figured there might come a day when he might surrender to that sexy strumpet, and then he could cancel it out, if he brought Sid into Anita's world of sex.
"You lowlife sodomist," he said smilingly. "Do I understand you are proposing that we have a sex trio, an orgy with my cousin, Anita?"
Sid contemplated the idea with delight, but he played it cool. "Orgy with Anita. It would make a great dirty movie title." He ordered another couple of beers. "Look at it this way. You're increasing her sex know-how. It's good for a growing kid to check out another beautiful male body."
Bert smiled. Why not? He had no private ownership of Cousin Anita, and she might find it a new game. Sometimes two is company, and three is a party. It could be a few extra kicks. Might be a bit kinky, too, the two of them with the kid. Teach her the sinister pleasures of multiple sex.
He thought that there could be no time like the present, because his father, Arnold, was now over in the Mid-East, bribing some Arab to buy airplanes from his company.
And Mona, as usual, would be out pussycatting around till midnight. They would have about three hours for a bit of debauchery in Anita's room.
"Get in the car," he told Sid.
Sid stared at him, and grinned. "You're a real buddy."
"Just think of that when the right time comes," he said.
He was thinking of Vera, but Sid just frowned, unable to make sense of it.
They found Anita in her robe, for she had just taken a bath and was now studying her math, enjoyed math, especially her math teacher, Wilkens, a lanky, forty-year-old lecher, who had a strange hang-up for young girls. Mr. Wilkens told her that she had a fine mathematical mind, and told himself that she had a great body for bondage. He liked a little light bondage, a secret he carried in his lewd mind, and he had vague dreamy yearnings for Anita's creamy breasts.
Anita was thinking of Mr. Wilkens, and the strange lust in his eyes when he talked to her, just at the time that Bert appeared with Sid.
They looked a bit freaky, and smelled of beer.
"She looks cold sober," Bert said to Sid.
"Yes, and we ought to change all that."
Bert brought over the Jack Daniels, and poured three heavy drinks.
"Here, you young hussy. This is for being a beautiful girl."
She smiled at him. "I think you boys are drunk."
"That's why we'd like you to join us."
She glanced over at Sid, "With what object in mind?"
Bert grinned. "Sin. Is there any other object?"
"Sin. You have a hang-up on sin, Bert. You're a bawdy fella."
She sipped the drink, and looked at her math book, then at Sid. He was eighteen, and one of the school jocks, just like Bert, his close friend. A bit taller than Bert, but still very athletic, a handball player and pitcher on the baseball team, with rugged features, like Bert. They could almost be brothers, except for the fact that they got along, and brothers seldom did. Of course, Sid tried, in the fun bag, to shoot Bert down, just to get an edge on him. He had, she suspected, a touch of the sadist in him. She had once toyed in her mind with the idea of a quick sex shot with him, and the picture was torrid.
She sipped more of the? bourbon, feeling its slow glow through her body. She thought, too of her math teacher and wondered if she should continue working on her algebra, for she liked Mr. Wilkens, felt a strange urge to fit into his fantasy life, whatever made him look at her so weirdly.
Anita had become very sophisticated about sex, and the more experience she got, the more she wanted to push the fringes of it a bit further, thinking that sex was a world whose edges could be pushed out, if you were daring.
Oh, she found Bert absolutely delightful, and loved it when he got horny, and crept into her bed with his thick, trusty cock, looking for a hot mouth or hot cunt to lose it in. She could always come up with that, for she had discovered that her awakening to sex had roused a sleeping monster.
She felt almost insatiable about it, and it really disappointed her when Bert, after his violent thrusting with his heavy dick, would swiftly shoot his juices, then, with shrunken cock, steal silently off to his own bed for snoring.
Anita, on the other hand, was just beginning to zoom up, craving more and more orgasms. She felt regret that she couldn't nail Bert down for longer sex sessions, and when she had tried, found that his pecker had just petered out, and that nothing but time could restore it.
She wondered if she was sexually juiced up more than he, or if he was lust limited. She suspected that she had an avaricious taste for sex, and that it was going to take more than one mere male to bring her satisfaction. Her mind, therefore, dared to play with pictures of herself with more than one male, as she had seen in the dirty magazine.
Once, she had talked on the edge of the subject with Bert.
"Do you think that women are sexier than guys, Bert?"
He knew that she liked to fuck forever, and so he shrugged.
"Girls can go on forever, but guys just run out juice."
"That's unfair, then," she said. "Why can't guys go on forever, like girls? Nature gave girls a raw deal."
"Are you complaining about my service, Miss?" He was heavily sarcastic.
"No. I love your cock, Bert. And that's it. I want more of it." She looked away. "But sometimes, it just runs down."
He bit his lip, vexed. No matter what you did, you couldn't truly satisfy a woman even if she was fifteen! He was pissed off. At that moment, the thought started to grow that he might just bring Sid into the picture, to see if together they could satisfy this flesh eater, this Gorgon of desire, this man-eating adolescent.
So, there they were all together now, drinking, and aware that within a short time a three-way sex game could well be in the works.