Chapter 3
Jo Ann remembered only too well that first day. Though she'd had fights with boys who had pulled her hair at home, and she had also had disagreements with other girls, she had never hated anyone. But Jo Ann had quickly learned to hate Andrew Cole. Even if she had know why he had done to her what he had done, she would have hated him. As it was, she had thought he'd done it out of sheer maliciousness.
It was early Sunday morning, and Jo Ann, knowing her aunt had never been a religious woman, was grateful for the opportunity not to have to go to church. She stayed in bed a long time before remembering her aunt had left the previous evening. She and Andrew were alone in the house. Well, it didn't bother her that much. Andrew had studiously avoided her, and that suited her fine. She didn't much care for him and his sour face, even though he was handsome. He supported her aunt, now. He had a wholesale jewelry business somewhere in the city, having taken it over when Aunt Celia's husband had died, and he was running it quite well.
Getting out of bed, Jo Ann, wearing short pink pajamas, walked through the small hall to the bathroom. Once inside, she took care of all her needs, including a long, luxurious shower. She had put on a shower cap to keep her long, blonde hair from getting wet. When she stepped out and dried herself off, she removed the cap. She had to admit, looking at herself in the full length mirror on the bathroom door, that she was beginning to round out. The steam was rapidly fading from the mirror, letting her see her own reflection. What she saw was a heart-shaped face with golden bangs on her forehead and long, flowing honey-golden hair streaming down her back. Her large blue eyes were like two twinkling blue sapphires, and her nose was short and slightly upturned. She had a pert little saucy mouth, and it never occurred to her that some of the boys in her school were already wishing to kiss those lovely lips. Her neck was long and graceful, and she noticed her breasts were really starting to grow larger. They weren't anywhere near their full size, but they were slightly more than mere rounded bumps. Her pink nipples were surrounded by equally pink rosettes, making her white skin look that much paler.
Though Jo Ann was a young girl, she had never had baby fat. Her waist was naturally slender, though not quite as pinched-in as it would be in the near future. Her slender hips were still boyish, and no hair had started growing on her pubic mount.
She ran a comb through her hair, then brushed her teeth, remaining naked the entire time. She loved the feeling of moving about without clothes on, and had Andrew not been in the house, she would have walked through the entire house with nothing on.
She was taken by surprise when the bathroom door suddenly slammed open, and Andrew, wearing jeans and a white shirt, was standing in the doorway. Apparently he had gotten up earlier and had gone shopping.
Jo Ann was shocked to see him, and tried her best to cover her nakedness with her hands.
"Andrew!" she gasped. "You turn around and stop looking at me!"
"What's the matter, cuz," he taunted. "Never had a man stare at your naked body before?"
"No, of course not," she gasped. "Now you just stop this."
"The hell I will," he snorted. "Oh well, I suppose the smart thing is for me to give you something with which to cover yourself." Taking off his shirt, he held it out to her, saying "Here!"
Jo Ann stared at him, looking at his dark-brown, wavy hair, his tanned body as well as his tanned face. He had blazing almond-colored eyes, a short, straight nose, and thin lips above a rugged chin. All in all he was extremely handsome. His shoulders were large, and he had muscular, pectorals as well as large biceps.
Jo Ann had heard rumors about her cousin. He was part of the gossip in this small town. Every female, married or otherwise, who walked past him, smiled at him, and Jo Ann began wondering if it was true that he had done something with every female in this small town. Just what that "something" was, she wasn't quite certain, though she assumed it had to do with the birds-and-bees lecture her mother had given her.
"Here!" he said again. "Put this on...."
Jo Ann reached for the shirt with one hand, using the other to cover her breasts. As her hand reached out, he grabbed her wrist, letting the shirt fall to the floor. He pulled her, and suddenly she was being pressed against him, and his smooth, muscular chest felt like a solid wall against the soft roundness of her breasts. His mouth clamped down on hers, giving her, her first kiss. It was a searing, burning kiss that smashed her lips against her own teeth.
"No ... mmmmphhhhh ... let me go ... uuummm-mmphhhh ... stop...." she gasped, trying to pull her lips from his.
"Let you go?" he laughed. "You have to be kidding," he said, holding her at arm's length. "I've been waiting for this for years. I knew that one day I would have an opportunity to revenge myself on the Coles. But when mother left yesterday, leaving you in my care for at least the next two weeks, I realized my chance had come."
"What are your talking about?" she gasped.
"For the next two weeks you're my slave, Jo Ann. You're my whore, my fuck mate! By the time I'm through with you, you'll know every goddamn sex trick in the book."
"I'll scream!" she insisted.
"Go on!" he laughed. "Scream your fool head off! The house is insulated, the windows are triple-thick, and no one is going to hear you. All the doors leading to the outside are locked, as are the windows, and the thick glass is all but impossible to crack, much less actually break. Even if I let go of you, where would you run? I took the precaution of fixing all the locks on all the doors inside so that none of them work. That's how I was able to open the bathroom door. You can't hide from me, Jo Ann. You can't run from me. There's only one thing you can do," he snarled, "and that's precisely everything I want you to do."
"You let me go...."
His lips smothered her outcry as he pulled her against him and walked toward the nearest room, which was a guest room. It had a sofa-bed, but at the moment the sofa was closed. Jo Ann shuddered because she felt the stiff poker beneath his pants as he continued purposefully grinding his groin against the nakedness of her seething cunt. He was strong, much too strong for her, and she realized she was in the middle of a horrible nightmare from which there was no waking up. His tongue plundered her girlish mouth, and she, not understanding what he was doing, thinking he was trying to humiliate her even more, bit down on the stabbing instrument, making him snap it back into his own mouth.
"Owwwww!" he bellowed. "You goddamn bitch! The one thing you have to learn is obedience."
He slapped her face, hard. Jo Ann had never been hit before. The surprise of the slap was as overwhelming as the stinging pain. Stars twinkled in a black sky inside her mind for a moment. She whimpered in pain, staggering back and away from Andrew, and as a result the backs of her calves hit the sofa.
"You stinking little bitch, who the hell d'you think you're biting?" he snapped at her. He brought back a fist as if to punch her, and Jo Ann held her hands up as if to ward off the blow as she cringed. He opened his hand and gripped her two wrists in one paw, pulling her arms back over her head as he said, "You wanna lose those lovely teeth, you dumb cunt?"
"Wha ... oh no!" she cried. "Don't hit me again!"
"You behave and do as you're told, and I'll let you keep yourself intact ... well, most of you'll stay intact. There's one little bit of tissue we're gonna take away from you. But in a little while," he told her. "For now, we're gonna play games. It's like Simon Says, only this time it'll be Andrew says. When I give an order, you do it, got me?"
"Wh-what are you going to do to me?" Jo Ann asked.
"Your ma ever tell you why men and women are built differently?" he asked. "I mean, a kid your age can't be totally stupid."
"Mom explained about sex to me," she nodded.
"Well now, see, you know all about what we're goin-na do."
"But mom says I should only do it with my husband," she insisted.
"So," he smirked, "for the next two weeks, you and I are gonna play house. I'm gonna be the husband, and you're gonna be the wife. Then we go back to being ourselves in two weeks, without you saying anything to my folks or yours."
"You're crazy?" Jo Ann gasped. "I won't do anything like that with you. I don't even like you."
"It's not a question of whether you like me or not. If you wanna keep those teeth and you wanna keep from having the shit kicked outta you, you'll do it."
"Why are you doing this to me?" she gasped.
"That's for me to know and you to find out," he snapped. "Right now, question and answer time is over. I'm telling you, you'll do as I say, 'cause if you don't, I start punching."
"A-all right," she nodded, terrified beyond words.
"Pull down my zipper and open my pants," he ordered. "Let's see how you look when you stare at the first erect male cock that's gonna shovel its way into you."
His fingers were digging into her shoulder, making her sit on the sofa. Then he released her, satisfied she wasn't going to fight with him. He had conquered her. Jo Ann's hands dropped to her knees as he moved closer to her, pressing his own knees against hers, trapping her in the sitting position on the sofa.
"Unzip my fly, you dumb cunt!" he snapped.
Frightened out of her wits, the tears running down her lovely cheeks, she found her hands lifting, one of them moving to his belt. She found it awkward working the leather strap as she tugged through the buckle, having to yank hard to make the metal tongue come out of the hole. His flat stomach was as lean and as hard as a board, and she already saw the elastic tops of his jockey briefs, underneath. She shuddered, visibly.
Jo Ann gripped the little hook at the top of the pants, holding it around his waist, and she managed to tug it open. Then she gulped, her fingers touching his zipper tab. Any possible thought of escape left her mind. Her cousin knew this house a lot better than she, and if he told her he had locked every exit, there was no way in the world she would be able to get out.
Whimpering, she worked the zipper down slowly, the man's trousers peeling apart, revealing more of his white undershorts. Andrew smilingly reached down and gripped her shoulders for leverage as he kicked off his shoes.
"Okay," he told her. "Tug the pants down."
Jo Ann clamped her knees tightly together as she pulled his pants down to his ankles. He lifted a foot while still holding her shoulders, and she pulled the pants off that foot. Then he lifted the other foot. Where she was sitting, Jo Ann was more and more conscious of the wet spot that swelled beneath his white undershorts. A slight gap in the fly opening let her see dark curls.
"Okay, baby, since it's our wedding day, open up your wedding present. It's all yours, honey!"
His hands were on his hips, knuckling them as she lifted her fingers to his elastic waistband and reluctantly began to pull them down. More of his flat, harless stomach came into view, the long penis being forced downward as it followed the pull of the fabric. Now his thick pubic patch was in full view, a nest of dark brown curls that seemed thicker than jungle undergrowth. The curling strands looked long enough to comb, and the silly thought flitted through Jo Ann's mind.
"Come on, come on, even though we have two weeks, I don't want you taking that long to undress me," Andrew insisted.
Jo Ann tugged harder on the waistband of his shorts, and for a moment his hard cock was tugged downward even more between his thighs. Then, as the elastic band cleared the head, it snapped back up as if spring-loaded, and smacked against his flat belly before coming to rest at a forty-five degree angle, pointing directly at her lovely face. Her eyes locked on it, on the immensity of it as her hands continued pulling his shorts down and off his ankles.
God! It was a fascinating cock! She was unable to take her eyes from it as she tossed his undershorts off to the side. Now, except for his socks and his watch, the man was totally naked. But that penis of his had her totally stunned beyond belief.
"Take a good look at it," he told her. "This is as much your lord and master as I am, and I'm telling you right now, there isn't a cock in town that'll match this one."
She shivered as she stared at the swollen cock, watching the way it seemingly glowed with a shine of its own as fevered blood pounded madly through it. The penis had a definite upward bend, almost a curve, with a rich tan shank and a head of pinkish-purple. The head seemed to continually expand and contract.
Jo Ann felt a quivering in her belly. She was horrified looking at what she thought of as an evil instrument.
"It's grow-up time," Andrew told her. "This is what women love and adore. In time, you'll learn to love it, too. We'll begin slowly. Just grip it in that hot little hand of yours."
Afraid of it, yet more afraid not to do as her cousin ordered, quivering with a strange sensation in the pit of her stomach, the lovely little blonde girl reached out and touched the throbbing penis. Oh, God! It was hot! She had never expected it to feel so hot. She wondered how it was possible for any human being to have so much heat inside, and then she wondered if the man was running a fever. Maybe he was sick, and this would explain his despicable behavior.
Her hand slid up and down the length of it, feeling it, touching all parts of it. She noted the mottled head was a different kind of flesh than the shank. In the head was a little slit, looking like a vertical eye, and every now and again that eye shed "a tear." The droplet would cling to the penis as it ran down the underside, and as her hand ran over it, she felt the ointment, smooth, but stickily lubricious, rub itself back into his flesh.
Minutes passed, and she became bolder in her handling of it as the man stood all but motionless in front of her. A light, musky scent came from his loins, but it was an arousing aroma, and Jo Ann didn't know why, but funny little things were starting to take place inside her. Handling this penis was making her shudder with juices of her own as she suddenly felt wet seepage between her own thighs. Her mother had explained that she had membranes within herself that were lubricated, emitting oils. She was not to confuse it with the water that streamed from her when she voided.
"Very good, cousin," Andrew congratulated. "You make a very nice obedient slave. You handle my cock as gently as if it were a newborn babe. Yes, yes indeed. I like that. Well now, I'll tell you ahead of time, it's already been christened Peter. But Peter had not yet been baptized. You are going to perform the baptismal ceremony."
"Wh-what are you talking about?" Jo Ann asked.
"I'm talking about you baptizing my cock by wetting it down with your lovely saliva," he told her.
"Y-you want me to spit on it?" she asked.
"Nothing so crude," he laughed. "Honey, I want you to put it in your mouth and suck it."
"What??? "
"You heard me," he laughed, "put my cock in your mouth and suck it, then keep on doing it until I tell you otherwise. You know, if you suck long enough and hard enough, you'll make it spurt out its own fountain of holy water."
"No!" she gasped. 'That's disgusting! I'll never do something like that never!"
"But you should never say never," he reminded her, making a fist before her face to let her know the damage he'd be able to do to her if she disobeyed him.
"Please...." she whimpered. "Oh please ... don't make me do this."
"Women do it all the time, honey," he replied. "What's more, if you behave, and you're a good little girl, maybe, just maybe, the time'll come when I'll reciprocate and kiss that hot little pussy of yours, and you'll really go ape. Now come on and stop acting like an asshole. You think because you're so damn young that you're different from other women? Honey, you're the same. You have tits, you have a cunt, you have an asshole, and you have a mouth. I'm going to use all of them one way or another. So let's stop Mickey Mousing around and you open that little mouth of yours and start sucking."
Jo Ann was shivering. Her body vibrated beyond control, because she knew she was going to do this disgusting thing. The only reason why she would do it was, if she refused, he would beat her until she agreed. Then she would be doing it anyway, but with a lot of bruises. No! She made up her mind that she had to avoid being hit.
Holding the penis gingerly between her fingertips she tugged it toward her, pulling it down until she was able to stare straight into its cyclopean sightless eye. It seemed almost big enough to take the tip of her little finger, and without realizing what she was doing, Jo Ann moved her hand to test it. The tip of her pinky pressed gently against the yielding opening, and large droplets of oil seeped out and covered the end of her finger.
"Hey!" he all but yelled at her. "What the hell do you think you're doing! Damn it, girl! Baptize the head of it with your mouth, don't play with it!"
Her throat was dry and rasping, and Jo Ann had to swallow a number of times to make herself feel some saliva. Quaking, filled with dread and nausea, she moved her face slowly forward. Her lips were close enough to feel the heat emitted by the throbbing cock as her fingers felt the pulsations in it. The head looked a richer, deeper purple now than when she had first taken it out of his pants. Blood was rushing more and more rapidly to it.
Her fingers gripped the shaft of the cock just beneath the coronal rim, making the head swell even larger before her eyes. She thought that if she kept her hand there, she wouldn't have to suck on too much of it. Maybe he'd be content for her to lick the tip a little. She was more conscious than ever of the throbbing inside the penis.
"No more games!" Andrew roared. "Suck!"
His hands reached down and ripped her lovely honey-blonde head. He pushed, forcing her mouth against the tip of his penis. It slammed against her lips, then skidded up to her nose, the masculine odor of him becoming more strong, titillating something in the depths of her belly. For some reason she was unable to understand, she felt something stir within her, something that had never moved prior to today.
But the fear of doing what he wanted was still great in her, and Jo Ann tried twisting her head away, gripping the penis tightly now, using her second hand to grip the base as she did her best to resist taking it into her mouth. The purple tip skidded across her cheek, leaving a trail of lubricant, and then he was gripping her hair, twisting it in his fingers, forcing her head slowly back until his phallic point was pressing against her lips again.
"Open those lovely little pearly white teeth or honey, I promise you, your next teeth will be like the stars and come out at night," he warned.
Jo Ann knew her cousin was serious. Terrified as she was, she gulped, then slowly allowed her lips to part. Ucccch! Her mouth was open just enough to allow him to fit the tip of his penis inside, and he pushed, feeling her tongue press against the point as if trying to prevent it from entering. But the wet lingual digit washing over the sensitive sponginess set off static inside him, and he sighed at the sensation of tingling wetness. Her tongue pressed harder, but he also pushed harder, and his cock slid between her tongue and palate, halfway into her mouth as his fingers dug a little more deeply into her scalp.
"Oh yes, yes, yes, take my cock, you beautiful girl! Take it and suck for all you're worth."
Jo Ann swallowed only to realize that in doing so, she had pulled more of the thick organ into her mouth, the head rubbing against her gullet opening. Her hand grabbed the bottom of the penis, surrounding it, and she was astonished to realize there was still enough of his cock not inside her mouth for her entire fist to encompass. Her other hand had to grab something for balance, and it closed around his scrotum with just enough pressure to send fire blistering madly through his shuddering body.
At first, she wanted to heave! This seemed like the single most degrading thing in the entire world. But as her lips pursed and sucked, and the meaty flavor of the penis, mingled with the salty oil it was oozing permeated her brain, she realized that for some perverse reason she was beginning to enjoy it. She must be sick or something. Why in heaven's name would she want to do something like this?
"Well now, that's not so bad, is it?" Andrew taunted. "As far as I'm concerned, this is heaven, honey, Imagine a young kid like you automatically sucking cock so well the first time in her life. This is your first time, isn't it, Jo Ann?"
She nodded with the cock in her mouth, imparting even more sensation to him, making him sigh. Her face continued trying to move forward, but to take more of his cock inside meant she would have to push the head of the penis into her gullet. What made it more difficult was the upward curve of the penis. It was shaped perfectly to fit into a vagina, but only with difficulty would a mouth be able to encompass all of it. The hard shaft pressed firmly against her tongue, but the head of the cock continued massaging her palate, making her certain that if she wanted, she would be able to open the hollow of her esophagus enough to take the whole thing inside.
"Hhhhhaaauuuuunnnnhhhh! Suck, you sweet little innocent-faced young bitch!" he gasped. "Suck!"
His flat, hard, masculine buttocks twitched from side to side as he tried forcing more of his penis into her mouth. His belly did flip-flops as he tried forcing more and more of the throbbing cock inside, intent on drilling her with the full length of it. But this was Jo Ann's first time at this, and she didn't know how to relax her gullet, so all his efforts were doomed to failure. Jo Ann began choking and coughing, and in the end had to pull her head back to keep from retching. She moved so quickly, he was unable to stop her with the pressure of his hands.
"Damn it all, dear young two-week wife!" he roared. "I'll tell you when you can pull back and how much of my cock to take into your mouth. Just remember, you're here to do anything I say."
She pulled her lips off the penile head for a moment, and her hand left his balls to massage her throat.
"Please!" she begged, doing her best to rub away the ache his corona had caused within with the pressure of her fingertips, shaking off his pulling fingers for the moment. "Please ... Andrew ... you're hurting me! For God's sake, I'll do anything you want, but just don't hurt me!"
"If I want to hurt you, I'll hurt you," Andrew insisted. "Tough titty, honey! Just get that mouth on my cock and let it learn more about sucking."
"No ... please ... not that again!" she whimpered.
"Yeah, that again," he insisted. "That, and anything else my heart desires, as the saying goes. You're gonna suck me, and I'm gonna fuck you. I'm gonna shove my cock in every hole your body has, and if you're respectful and behave right, I'll give you some tongue-action, as well. So just get back to sucking, honey. I like the way your lips fit themselves around my cock, so start sucking solidly and in earnest, or I'll have to get rough and really hurt you."
Jo Ann broke out in a series of sobs, and her small breasts shook as her chest heaved with loud gulps. She cried like a baby, but if Andrew felt anything other than lust, he didn't show it.
"Damn you!" he yelled. "Shut up! You're not some puking little pre-adolescent who doesn't know anything. You a little bitch who's related to the Coles. You're the only one with Cole blood in you on whom I'll ever be able to get my full revenge. You took my name from me, my father from me, and you think I'm content to be stuck with the name of Cole for the rest of my life."
"I'm not a Cole," Jo Ann wailed.
"On your mother's side you're a Cole," he reminded her. "But just to make sure you're definitely a Cole, we're going to make you an adopted Cole by injection."
"Wh-what are you talking about?" she gasped.
"I'm going to fuck you," he laughed.
"You have to be insane!" Jo Ann wept.
"Insane? No, just vengeful. You're the handiest person on whom to take out my revenge. So I'm gonna do it. Give me a hard time, and I'll call up some of my friends and invite them over and really let them give you one helluva going over. So make up your mind, you're either gonna let me bang you, or a whole bunch of them."
He pushed his cock forward and rubbed it against Jo Ann's cheek. She flinched, but didn't try pulling away this time. She told herself she wasn't pulling back because it was useless to fight. The man had superior strength to her. But even as she though all this, her mouth was salivating, and there was an itch between her thighs, an itch she had never felt before. Was there something in her that really wanted a good, solid fucking? She didn't know, but the one thing that was most definitely certain was she was being forced into allowing this horrible man to molest her in ways she would never have dreamed possible. Hell! There was no way out. She'd have to conduct herself with a certain amount of restraint. Perhaps if she showed him that young as she was, she was civilized and basically a lady and not some kind of tramp, he might come to regret what he was doing and leave her alone. Well, at least he might not be so cruel about everything.
"You're gonna do just as I want, aren't you," the tall brown-haired man grinned widely, and he let go of her hair. "Come on, princess, if we're gonna take your cherry, we'll do it the right way, in a bed."
Feeling utterly helpless, unable to fight back or even protest, the lovely girl nodded in dumb misery as she followed him to his bedroom. To her astonishment she saw he had been prepared for all this, even to the towel on his bed to soak up the blood when she was deflowered.
"Yeah!" he told her. "I knew you'd go along, honey. I had a feeling all along you'd do everything I wanted you to do. You're telling yourself right now that the only reason you're going along with all this is to keep me from getting mad, or to prevent me from calling up my buddies on the phone and bringing them over. By the way, don't get any bright ideas about using the phone, yourself. All the phones are plug-in phones, and all except one are carefully hidden somewhere outside the house. The one that's hidden inside the house you'll never find, so don't try looking for it."
"A-all right," she nodded.
"But fear's not the reason why you're going to do what I want," Andrew continued. "You're curious. Your mother told you something about fucking, and I'll bet she told you your old man made it good for her. Well, that's great, because now you want to find out. You want to fuck, deep down. Yeah, the real reason for your feelings is...."
He suddenly hurled her on the bed and was between her thighs in an instant. His hand reached down and closed tightly around the hairless mound of her sex and squeezed, hard. "This hot little pussy of yours is the real reason, honey. No matter what you've been taught, and no matter what you've heard, the only time a good cunt is happy is when it's filled with cock."
If there was one thing Jo Ann despised about her cousin more than anything else, it was the fact that he was a perfect example of what her girl friends referred to as a male chauvinist pig. She wondered how this man would react if he were trapped by a band of amazons, and forced to do anything they wanted. Heck! When she got a little older, she was going to ask her mom to send her to judo school, and then let any man try and get rough with her.
"You know I'm telling you the truth, Jo Ann," he snorted. "Your trouble is, you're itching to find out what it's like to feel a good cock buried in the depth of your cunt."
"Why are you saying so many things to hurt me?" she sobbed.
"I think you have to learn, again and again, that in our relationship, I'm the master, you're the slave. So next to frequent injections of cock in various places in your lovely body, I'm going to have to keep reminding you that of the two of us, I'm boss. After all, if you maintain your self respect, you'll never properly knuckle under to me, cousin. That, more than anything else, is what's important," he insisted, and his hand clamped down on her hairless pussy lips again. He flattened his palm and rubbed it back and forth, feeling the littlest bit of moistness seeping from her interior.
Jo Ann wished the floor would open up so she'd be able to jump into a nice big hole and pull it in after her. This man made her feel so awful, so terrible, so totally different from the young girl she had always imagined herself to be, that she was now unsure of herself. Perhaps the most shocking development from all this was, each time his hand pressed itself against her vagina, she felt a tingle sizzle through her. Her body was agreeing with him, betraying her. She hated him all the more for being such a crude savage. What was it Jonathan Swift had called those animals in the last land Gulliver had visited? Yahoos! They were humanoid apes that swung from trees and hurled turd balls at one another. Yes, Andrew was definitely a Yahoo! Now she was glad she had read all of Gulliver's Travels.
Still, with all the hate festering inside her, the man seemingly excited and aroused her in a way no other human being had ever done. Even the rough way he was handling her tender vaginal flesh was tingling and arousing to her. Nothing like this had ever happened to her before. She felt as if the sheet beneath her was of hot metal, tin, perhaps, and it took all her willpower to keep her from bouncing her buttocks all over it.
Shame filled her as she lay on the towel-covered bed, letting her slender, girlish thighs spread apart, permitting her naked cousin to settle on top of her.
"You're no different from any of the other woman I've know." he insisted. "You're just a little younger, that's all. But underneath everything, you're a whorish slut like all the others even my own mother. She wouldn't wait for my father to come back. She was so hungry for cock, she had to go and marry my step father, your uncle."
"If your mother is what you say she is by your standards," Jo Ann said to him, "then I'm glad to be what you called me. I love your mother, and I think she's a nice woman."
"Jesus!" he gasped, letting his hands run all over her slender body. "You're still growing in the right places, and one of these days you're gonna be the most voluptuously sexy person in the world. Hell! You're put together like a ceramic defecatorium with new wings being added all the time."
He forced her slender, hairless thighs wider, allowing himself to get a really good look at her hairless cunt. It had been a long time since he had seen a pussy without hair, and the other time it was because the woman had shaved it. But this cunt had yet to grow hair, and the idea made him salivate. His ungentle hands moved over her rounded knees, then ran up the undersides of her thighs to touch her soft, warm, pillarly flesh. Then his fingers moved forward and began prodding at the narrow little opening that was her vagina. Imagine! It had never been opened! Sheesh! He'd never had a virgin before! This was going to be some fuck!
"God!" he gasped. "I've never seen a tighter cunt in all my life. Most of the women I've known have been very loose compared to you."
He prodded at her with a forefinger, teasing her inner lips, feeling more and more oil slide out, and then carefully, slowly, he poked his forefinger into the narrow foramen between her inner labia. God! Was she ever tight! He pushed his finger forward, feeling resistance all the way as she gasped at him, "Please! Don't hurt me!"
"You behave," he snorted, "and if there's any pain at all in the beginning, it'll be kept to a minimum. Just stay nice and juicy in there so I can fit a second finger into you and widen you a little more. Remember, the more I can widen you, the less pain you'll feel when I administer my cock inside."
"Why are you doing this?" she sobbed again, as he added a second finger.
"Because you're part of the Cole Family. You're also a cunt, and my cock has been starving for a really good cunt. I've had more than my share of bad pussy. In the next two weeks, you and I are gonna fuck to beat the band. What's more, long before the time is up, you're gonna love it so much, you'll come begging to me for more cock. I've never fucked a chick yet who hasn't come asking for more."
Jo Ann screamed as his two fingers touched her hymen, and she tried yanking herself away from him. But the madman who was her cousin had her pinned solidly to the mattress, and he held her easily enough.
"Shit!" he exclaimed. "I didn't hurt you. Believe me, if I wanted to, I'm capable of showing you what real pain is all about."
"Look, I'm doing everything you want," Jo Ann gasped. "Is it too much to ask you not to hurt me?"
"God! I hope you're good, that's all," he muttered. "You have one hell of a nice young body, and it had better deliver everything you seem to be promising," he snorted.
"I don't know what to do," Jo Ann sobbed, with a subservience that made her ashamed of herself.
Her cousin snorted, gripped her by the underside of her calves, and he lifted them up, spreading her soft white thighs all the wider. Now he was able to see into her vagina even more clearly.
"God! Look at that hot pussy, will you?" he smirked. "That's all you are to me, a pussy. You think you're a woman, but you're nothing other than a pussy."
Sure, she thought. I'm a pussy on a hot tin mattress, unable to stay still even for a second.
Thinking back to when she and her girl-friends were in school, Jo Ann remembered how the two of them were standing under a stairwell near the boys' gym one day, hoping to catch a glimpse of the high-school senior basketball star. Lots of boys were coming down the stairs, but they were in the shadows behind the stairs, and not visible unless someone were to actually move behind the steps. They had heard two of the older boys talking about some of the girls, though they had no idea which girls were being mentioned.
"She thinks she's a somebody," one of the boys was saying. "Just because she puts out for half the football team, she thinks she's special. The fact of the matter is, she's just a cunt like any other cunt. She walks, she talks, she eats, she shits, but all that doesn't count. All that is just a casing and a means of transportation for her cunt. She just takes it from player to player and serves it up like it's some kinda gourmet dish."
Jo Ann stared at the brutish cousin as he nakedly knelt between her slim thighs, his massive cock rising like some leviathan from the deep, extending from the thick growth of brown hair that looked like it might have been cultivated in a primitive jungle. It was amazing how heavy the hair growth was down there, considering how little there was elsewhere on his body, save for a sprinkling under his armpits, and the thick growth of his head. His chest was almost totally devoid of hair, nor was there any growth on his arms or legs.
Loathing for him rose in her gullet like bile, but there was no denying the constant, underlying fascination, a strange kind of horrible, animal-like pleasure she felt in seeing his nakedness above that of her own. Though she felt slightly frightened, arousal, a primeval animal instinct of which she had never been previously aware, took more and more control over her.
"Yeah, you look gorgeous down there, so naked and so helpless," Andrew snapped at her. "I've dreamed of having the Coles at my mercy for so long, now that I do have one of you, it seems too good to be true. Believe me, Jo Ann, I'm gonna make the most of these two weeks. I prepared for all this in advance, once I found out about my grand-mother not being well. I've closed up the store for two weeks, ostensibly to be on vacation, and it's gonna be one helluva vacation, with you and me fucking like bunnies again and again."
His words filled the helpless young girl with more despair and horror. She had never done anything to harm this man, and there was no reason in the world why he should vent some unwarranted rage against her. But angry and disgusted as she felt, she was only too aware of the excitement continuing to steadily mount inside her.
Jo Ann was starting to understand her cousin, now. What he was doing and saying was all part of a process know as de-personalization, trying to make her feel like a non-person. He wanted to remove every last vestige of her ego, destroy her existence as an individual and make her think of herself as a slave designed to satisfy his whim as if the rest of her body was an appendage added to the only necessary part of her vagina. But the lovely little blonde girl wasn't going to let that happen to her. No matter what horrible thing her cousin put her through, she intended retaining her identity, and when she finally did leave here, she would find some way to revenge herself on him for this. In spite of what he was saying, she wasn't just a pussy on a hot tin mattress and nothing else. She was a person, a being, a someone, and she intended remaining as much.
"Well now, look at you," Andrew laughed out loud. "You like it when I look at your naked body, don't you?" he insisted, letting his thumbs slip into the pink slices of her tantalizing labia, opening them wider to expose the slippery slabs of inner, pink-jellied flesh. "Far be it from me to deny you what you want. Since you want me to look, look I will. I can see right into your cunt. Yeah, I can even see your cherry, stretched from wall to wall at a diagonal angle. I've fucked me a lotta women in my time, honey, all pretty, young and old, thin and fat, but I have to admit, I've never had me a virgin cunt like you, before. Hell! You're something else, you are! I'm beginning to wonder if this cock of mine is gonna fit inside you," he snorted, bouncing the penile head against her inner thigh. "I mean, I have the longest, thickest cock in town, or so all the women keep telling me, and you have one very tight pussy. I hope my cock'll fit without my having to dig a new hole."
By now, Jo Ann was calming down just a little. He was going to hurt her, of that much she was certain. But she was also old enough to understand that every word he was saying was calculated to make her feel worse than before. He was doing his damndest to shame and humiliate her, and this knowledge helped ease the anguish a little.
But in one sense she did feel a kind of humiliation over which she had no restraint, and that was the humiliation built by the knowledge that with each passing moment a feeling of perverse excitement continued wildly flooding through her shuddering form. The bloated, brownish stalk with the purple head created a feeling of arousal within her that she was completely incapable of taming. The helmet-like glans was such a deeply rich purple now, looking as if it was going to glow. In her mind, the penile head looked almost like the spaded end of a devil's tail. Somehow she had to try and control the urgent need in her as vile lust took total mastery over her.
Andrew's hands rubbed her thighs all the more firmly as he inched the head of his cock closer and closer to the gap that was her pink-shelled cunt. In fact, he moved so that his cock went past her cunt and rubbed its blunted nose against the flat softness of her trembling belly. He smirked as she shrank from it.
"You've already tasted it," he snapped. "Now feel how hard it is against your stomach. Might as well, 'cause soon you're gonna feel how hard it is inside your belly."
Jo Ann watched the burning rod of flesh roll back and forth as it lay against her belly, watching the way he indented her soft, feminine stomach with typical male arrogance. She insisted silently that she hated him, and what was more, she hated that masculine prod he was constantly pressuring against her. It felt loathsome.
Leaning forward, he gripped the swollen length of his solid cock in his hand, and then moved even higher, with his knees outside her thighs for the moment as he sat on her flat belly and guided the tip of his penis against the undercurves of her budding little breasts. They weren't large enough to form a valley between them.
"Another year or so," he laughed, "and you'll have tits big enough to press around my cock, and it'll be almost as much fun rubbing it in there as it will be filling your cunt with it. Hell! If I were to come right now, I'd be spattering spunk all over your lovely girlish face. Then I'd make you lick up every drop of it. How'd you like to swallow all that sperm, honey?"
"I'll tell your mother," she wept, the tears falling from under closed eyelids.
"You won't say a thing to anyone," he snapped, his fingers caressing her throat. "You say one word, and before they cart me off to prison I'll swear on a stack of bibles that you led me on. What's more, I'll have a whole gang of guys swear that you put out for them, as well. In fact, to make sure you don t say a word, before all this is over, you're gonna be gang-banged. Then we'll see what you have to say to my mother and your own folks."
Jo Ann scrunched her eyes tightly shut and tried to shut his horrible words out of her consciousness. He was driving her to the brink of insanity, but she'd die before letting him know how strongly he affected her. She was burning with lust in spite of everything she was doing in order to stave it off. Her thighs were trembling, and a heavier viscous syrup than ever began oozing from the pink chasm between her thighs.
"Hey, hey, hey!" Andrew smirked. "You're getting hot, I can smell it, honey. I can always sniff a hot pussy," he told her, rubbing the underside of his shaft against her chest, letting the point touch her chin each time, leaving little dots of his own lubrication. "You may be a virgin, but you want that maidenhood removed once and for all so your cunt can be filled with my cock. Well, I tell you, we have plenty of time, so you can just wait a little longer before we get to the main course of this sex meal. I mean, I'm really in no hurry. Wanna know why? Because knowing how much this waiting is causing you agony, I'm feeling more pleasure than ever. I'll tell you one thing though. You have one helluva mouth for a girl who's never sucked cock before. It's a real suction cup of a mouth. The guy you end up marrying is gonna be one happy guy. Hell! He'll never have to know that I broke you in and trained you."
"You're a depraved monster," she wept.
"Depraved? I didn't know little girls like you knew such big words," he laughed. "What the hell, I'll be generous. All you have to do is beg, and then I'll fuck you."
"What! You must be totally out of your mind!" she gasped.
"You'll beg," he snorted. "They all beg, after a while. You'll beg too, even if your cunt has never been sliced before."
"Never!" Jo Ann insisted, tears still running down her cheeks.
"Well, let me put it this way, honey," he told her. "Either you beg, or I'll drag out this torment for hours and hours, making you suck not only my cock, but the cocks of a few of my friends. At the same time we'll stick our cocks in your ass. Imagine, letting us shove a cock into your mouth after its been in your ass. I hope you do a good job of washing that ass hole of yours out. Otherwise, you know what you'll be sucking."
"Stop it!" Jo Ann screamed. "Stop it! Stop it! Stop it!"
Jo Ann opened her wide blue sapphire eyes and looked at him pleadingly, sickened by what he had told her, yet feeling an entirely different kind of turmoiled sensation in her vaginal depths. She hated him, despised him, would have killed him on the spot had she been able, but something in her body was churning violently, letting her know she had needs she had never known before. Knowing that she had to say what he wanted, her body quickened its intensifying sensations. Finally she opened her mouth and gasped out, "Please ... please....
"Please?" he roared with laughter. "Please what, you pretty little cunt. Just what is it you want me to do? I mean, I thought you considered yourself untouchable, and certainly too good for the likes of someone like me. You're too lady-like for common screwing, aren't you? So tell me, just what is it you really want?"
"You know what I want," she murmured, and she automatically began squirming and writhing her hips upward without meaning to do so.
"Yeah, babe, I know what you want, but you're still too lady like to use the words," he laughed. "I wanna hear the words come tumbling out of that hot little mouth of yours you know, the mouth that has already sucked my cock. What the hell, Jo Ann! Words are words. So what if you think they're dirty words. Say them to make me happy."
"Oh please, please Cousin Andrew, don't make me say it! Just do what you want to do and get it over with!"
"To begin with, I'm not your cousin," he insisted. "I'm only a Cole by adoption. There's no Cole blood in me at all. But I'm telling you right now, either you ask for it, or honey you just don't get it," he told her, rolling the leaking head of his penis over one nipple and then the other. "I mean, if I get too hot, I'll just shove my cock back into your mouth and fill your throat with jism."
"My God!" the young girl shrieked. "I can't stand this, I can't stand it!" She moaned, biting her lip, rolling her head from side to side. Just why she was feeling all those internal lusts and desires was something she was unable to figure out, but the obscene presence of his cock, once again so close to her face, pressing on her chest, caused arousal to swamp its way through her shuddering form. Now she didn't merely want him to do it to get it over with. She wanted it in order to feel the needed relief it promised. "Please ... please ... do it to me ... oh please...."
"Not until you say the words I wanna hear," he insisted. "Remember, the important thing here, in addition to fucking you, is to tear down that snotty little ego of yours until you realize you're nothing but my slave. Saying those words will tear down some more barriers, and you'll be that much closer to being a total non-person."
Jo Ann stared at the drooling, pulsating, throbbing purple-headed monster that was so close to her chin, and she knew she had no chance of ending all this without saying what he wanted to hear. She knew the words, if only because she had heard them in high school so often, even if she hadn't understood what they'd meant. Whenever she'd heard them, she had closed her ears to them, but today, her cousin had made certain she'd understood what the words meant. Knowing the only way to end all this was to have him bury his cock inside her, no matter how much it hurt initially, she gasped and finally said, "All right! You want words, I'll give you words! Fuck me, you bastard. You bastard whose father is also a bastard. Fuck me! Fuck me in my cunt! Fuck me with your dirty cock, and I hope my cunt squeezes it so hard, I can pull it out by the roots."
"Well now, that's more like it!" he snorted. "I'll ignore that crack about my father, 'cause you said everything else I wanted to hear. Yeah, the hidden bitch inside you will override the well-brought-up young lady every time, and when I'm through with you, you'll be the most foulmouthed cunt in the whole U.S."
Fiery lust continued burning through the helpless Jo Ann. She didn't know why she felt overpowered by all this desire, but she was ablaze with need. God! Was it something inborn? Her mother had insisted it was something that felt very good after the first time. Maybe the first time would also feel good.
"Hurry! Hurry!" she gasped, as the man slowly backed down her slender young body, letting the rigid head of his spikeless mace drag along her skin as if opening raw wounds and exposing the carnality that lay hidden beneath the surface of her. When he slid the head across her labia, Jo Ann actually bucked her fulcrum upward in a maddening attempt to capture the penis, something she would never have believed herself capable of doing in a million years.
"Hey now," he muttered, staring at her. "Maybe I've created more of a monster than even I'm aware of," he snorted, gripping the shank of his penis, rubbing the head against the soft inner labia without trying to force them open. "You really do want it, don't you! Tell me, adopted cousin, what would you do to get it, right now?"
"Anything!" Jo Ann sobbed in excitement, unable to control her body even though a part of her mind was still filled with all kinds of contempt and hatred for this horrible man who was supposed to be looking out for her welfare. "I'd do anything, and you know it!"
"Good! Hold that thought, honey! A time will come when I'll remind you of it, and I'll hold you to it. But for the moment I'm going to be nice to you and feed you my cock free of charge."
He braced himself on extended arms after guiding the head into the narrow little gully, and then told her, "When I shove forward, you press down on the mattress with your feet and lift up. I'm gonna cut through your cherry like it's tissue paper. It'll hurt like hell at first, but once I'm all the way in, we'll rest and wait for your cunt to adjust to my thickness. Once that happens, the pain'll fade and we can really get jazzing."
"Shut up and fuck!" Jo Ann screamed.
He slammed downward, and Jo Ann, remembering his instructions pressed the bottoms of her feet against the mattress and hurled her fulcrum up to meet his.
In spite of the two forces pushing in opposite directions, his penis wasn't able to power into her all at once. She was so tight, the best his cock was able to do was slowly slide in, her resisting walls clinging solidly to the organ. In, in, in, it went, and when it touched the barrier of her hymen, it kept on going as she kept her back arched like a bow in spite of the incredible agony she was feeling. The cock pushed through her weak membrane barrier, tearing the tissue to bits and pieces, and kept right on sinking, moving every deeper into her narrow straits, widening her clinging walls until his hairy pelvis thudded against her bare pubis.
"Aaa aaiiily yyyyeeee eaiii lyyyy aaaaag ggghhhh aaaggg hhh!" Jo Ann shrieked in agaony, agony that was raw fire filling her entire interior. She felt as if flames were shooting from her fingertips and toes, and flames came out of her nostrils. "My God! It huuuurts!"
"Shut up and lie still," Andrew told her, unable to believe the exquisiteness of her tight little cunt as it sucked itself firmly around the throbbing penis.
Christ! This wasn't a cunt! This was a living whirlpool that was constantly sucking him into its vortex. He was buried so deeply he would never escape. They would be trapped like this for the next two weeks, and when his mother came home she would find the two of them like this, unable to separate because her vulva clung so tightly to the base of his penis, if he did manage to come, the blood would be locked in the vessels inside his cock, unable to retreat, and so his erection would remain trapped perhaps forever. Well hell! If a man had to go, there was no better way on earth. This one had a cunt that was incredible.
Jo Ann was weeping, sobbing, unable to withstand the agony of having her narrow passageway suddenly widened by such an immense columnar barber pole. When his mouth came down on hers, she found herself sobbing and kissing at the same time. Her hands gripped his hair and pulled as if intent on tearing the hair out of his head. For the first time in her life she was filled with a combined love-hate, both of which were stronger than anything she had ever known before. Given an opportunity, she would gladly kill this man, but she realized that in spite of the agony still filling her, she wouldn't kill him until he had completed what he'd started, and to her satisfaction.
He flexed his throbbing penis inside her making it swell and widen so that her elastic walls also widened, pulsing in time with his penile throbbing. Little by little her walls opened up, and little by little the agony began fading, turning to simple pain, then to discomfort, then to an annoyance, and finally it was gone. In its place was the delightful tingling created by the unmoving phallus as it titillated her interior.
Andrew took a deep breath, drew his cock back a little, and pushed forward very gently.
"Oooooohhhhhh!" Jo Ann exclaimed, but this time not out of anguish. This time it was a gasp of sheer joy. "Harder, damn you!" she gasped at him. "I can take it! Harder!"
As if to emphasize what she wanted, she lifted her buttocks wildly from the mattress as if to make him shove his cock deeper.
"You asked for it!" he grunted. "Now shut up and fuck!" and pulling back, he rammed into her with tooth-jarring force.
At this point Jo Ann didn't hear anything he might have said. Her entire body was infused with an arousal she had never known to exist, and she arched her lovely back all over again, moving her fleshy valve around the monorail of his driving cock. There was no gentleness in Andrew. He was fucking as much for revenge as for enjoyment. But gentleness was the one thing the lovely girl wasn't seeking. Even though he was using his cock as a weapon rather than an instrument of love, her own cunt was responding with just as much vehemence. He hammered and battered her girlish interior with no thought or care for her pleasure once he was certain her cunt no longer felt pain. He was striving for his own enjoyment, but in doing so, he was building thrills even higher in her shuddering pussy. Each violent thrust into her was a way of letting her know he was subduing her, making her his slave more than ever.
Far from being offended by his chauvinistic attitude, Jo Ann discovered her aching body loved the rough way he manhandled her. True, her sensitive inner self felt offended, but her body was glorying in the pounding, grinding length of cock that continued assaulting her cunt with the intent of totally conquering it.
"More! More! More! More!" she heard herself gasping out loud.
Andrew was slamming into her with all his strength. He didn't think it possible any female was capable of withstanding this kind of battering, much less asking for more. He gripped her shoulders for better leverage and slammed into her all the more powerfully, beating into the depths of her bucking cunt until she bounced up and down like some kind of helpless rag doll.
But for every downward thrust, Jo Ann gave an upward thrust, hurling her pelvis madly at him as her heels dug all the more firmly into the mattress. Her breasts were small, and lying down as she was, they were almost boyish, yet she clung so tightly to him, she hoped to slice her nipples right into his chest. Then her thighs twined themselves around his flanks, and she churned against them as she pivoted on her hips to revolve her clutching, liqueous cove around the relentless pumping of his cock.
"Oh my God!" Andrew groaned aloud.
He knew she was a virgin having just deflowered her. It was obvious she hadn't known the first thing about performing sexual intercourse, yet here she was, rotating her cunt around and around as he thrust in and out, as if she had done this all her life. Muscles inside her that had never been used were being used now, and the pressure of their squeezing on his thick cock was incredible. He was caught, trapped in a vise of satin.
It was Jo Ann who felt the need for more leverage, now. She strained forward, reaching behind him, sinking her nails into his blistering rump to urge him on to greater fury, yearning for him to pierce her to the maximum depth. Her ass lifted upward with the sheer frenzy of her inborn passion, all the while revolving her pelvis and rocking him against her own hairless mount.
It was too much for Andrew. He had never, but never felt a cunt like this one, and where he had, to some degree, been able to maintain control of himself until a woman came, this time there was no possible way for him to hold back.
"AAAAAY YYY-YYE EEEEEA AAAAAA RRR-RRG GGGHHH UUUUUU NNNNNG GGGHHH AAAAAN NNGGGG GGHHHH!" he bellowed and blasted great gouts of sperm into her waiting cunt.
Then it was Jo Ann's turn, only she was so out of breath, she was unable to shriek this time as the orgasm within totally overwhelmed her, bathing her in its glorious essence as she felt his spurting semen shoot through her right to the top of her head. She sobbed and gasped with joy as the orgasm shook her with frightening fierceness.