Chapter 5
It was the shower that had really started changing their positions around, or so Jo Ann now reflected. That is, this was when he slowly but surely began to yield his dominance to her, though Andrew would never admit it.
They were standing under the hot water, and this time Jo Ann was not even wearing a shower cap. The water cascaded down her as she felt Andrew press her that much more solidly against him. The water was warm and felt good, and though she hated to admit it, being here with Andrew made showering that much more fun.
Andrew stood close to the lovely little blonde, content that she wasn't trying to get cute and whine while she was with him. She seemed to be enjoying the feeling of the water, and it made him feel good, too. He had ordered her to soap his cock and rinse it off, but otherwise hadn't attempted anything sexual. Then he had made her soap down his entire body, making sure she stayed near when the running water washed it from him. But her naked body, glistening because of the way the water reflected the overhead light made his cock slowly but surely come erect. He was becoming aroused all over again, and Jo Ann knew it would only be a matter of minutes before he had her lying on her back again, maybe in the bath tub. She desperately tried to think of something that would deter him from fucking her, especially since she felt her cunt was too sore to be probed again today.
She was therefore taken by surprise when Andrew lathered her from top to bottom. Not that she needed it, but it gave him an excuse to fondle her. When he first touched her, she tensed up automatically, but as time passed, and he continued rubbing her with the bar of soap, she slowly began calming down. He continued his fondling of her breasts, careful to keep the soap away from the mucous membranes in her small cunt. Little by little he built desire in her without realizing this was what he really wanted to do. For all the seething anger in him, Andrew was inwardly a little boy still looking for the love his father had never given him. He had rejected that love from his stepfather, basically because he knew his stepfather was doing to his mother what his father used to do. He didn't like the idea of any man doing something like that to his mother. In fact, the more that he thought about it, the more he realized it wasn't so much the idea of his stepfather taking his father's place. It was what his stepfather had done to his mother. He had fucked her! In fact, he would have still been fucking her had he been alive. More important was the realization that his father had also fucked his mother, and so now he realized he hated his father, as well. In fact, he hated his father even more than he had hated his stepfather, because his stepfather had loved his mother, whereas his father had merely used her until he had gotten tired of her, and had run away. All his life, Andrew had believed he had loved his father. Now he realized he had merely been using that as an excuse. In point of fact, he had been looking for someone to love someone who hadn't fucked his mother.
He had even inwardly rejected his mother's love because she had allowed his stepfather to fuck her. Yes, that was it! Andrew realized what he had wanted was that his mother should permit him to be the man in the family. He was the one who ought to have fucked his mother, because the one who did the fucking ruled the family.
Without realizing it, he had found someone to fuck, someone no one else had fucked, someone who would eventually be fucked by others only because he had ordained it or so he would believe. So without realizing it, Andrew Cole slowly began falling in love with Jo Ann Warner.
His hands were slowly running over her shoulders and arms, then moving to the firmness of her small young breasts, feeling the slight swells and luxuriating in the thought that these breasts were his. As he massaged them, Jo Ann's pink nipples became erect, and the lovely young girl found herself panting, breathing all the more heavily.
Looking at Andrew, Jo Ann saw something in his eyes which hadn't been there before. She was too young to understand adoration, at least she was too young to understand adoration was what he felt, and she was the object of it. All she did know was, there was no longer anger or hate in those eyes, even if he tried to smile crookedly as if to sneer at her. The subtle change in him also triggered something in her, making her aware, more than ever, of the thrills she had felt when his cock had entered her in both her mouth and her cunt. As a result, her nipples seemed to grow to twice their former length.
Seeing this, Andrew moved his hand slowly down over the smoothness of her flat, white belly, then back around her slender waist to the small moons of her tiny buttocks. They were each the size of a honeydew melon, a large honeydew, but nevertheless, no larger. He dipped his fingers in the softness of her fleshy crevice formed by the two malleable round cheeks, letting them glide up and down twice. He worked his hands slowly over her thighs, around to the fronts of her knees, and Jo Ann seemed to respond immediately to the gentle way he handled her. In fact, she reveled in it.
Kneeling, he continued rubbing his hands over her thighs, and was aware of the cascading water washing all the soap off both of them. Cupping one hand, he pressed it against the soft mound of her tight little hairless cunt, feeling her quiver as his palm-heel touched her clitoris and massaged it. As a result, Jo Ann widened her legs and allowed him to caress her there all the more.
"Uuuuuuuunnnnnhhhhhh!" she gasped, the breath leaving her for the moment, which was just as well since she wouldn't have known what else to say at that time.
The sensations from the cascading water and Andrew's hands on her quivering body made her belly churn and shudder with a rotating passion. Excitement began mounting in her as it had done earlier in the day, but this time with a difference. The excitement was without fear. Not knowing it, Jo Ann was responding to love caresses, just as Andrew was, as yet, unaware he was falling in love with the passionate girl. She had never felt so totally aroused before, and the fact that she was with a man who had hurt her in a number of ways earlier no longer seemed to matter. All that really counted now was the security she felt being with him, a stronger kind of security than anything she had ever felt at home. Her body was alive and tingling, sensitive to his fondling, feeling thrills now as never before. She remained still under the flowing water, enjoying the gentle massage of his hands all over her naked girlish flesh.
Andrew was unable to contain his excitement. There was something about this girl that made her different from all the other women he had ever known. She was superior in every way in spite of her being so relatively young. The combined effect of looking at her and feeling her had him so titillated, his balls were throbbing with mad passion. His cock continued swelling, enlarging, growing, becoming more and more erect, standing out from his groin.
Jo Ann had her eyes tightly shut as she basked in the pleasures filling her quivering body, and Andrew stared at her sensuous young, pink lips, watching the tip of her little tongue play over them as they often unconsciously did. The remembrance of those lips and that tongue against his cock made him even more aroused. Oh, God! The next time he put his cock into her mouth, he wouldn't take it out until he had spurted every drop of seed down her throat. His cock had been sucked many times before, by many experienced fellatrices, but not one of them had been as good as Jo Ann. She was exceptional.
"Ummmmm!" Jo Ann sighed, forgetting for the moment that she was this man's virtual prisoner, groaning with delight when he parted the thick little slabs of her outer labia and teased a middle finger into the tantalizingly soft folds of her vagina. His thumb made contact with her clitoris at the same time, and the lovely young blonde felt a sharp bolt of pleasure blast through her, charging through her quaking brain. Her womb felt as if it was on fire, her cunt a pit of arousal that needed some kind of attention because the need to achieve orgasm was paramount at this moment. Never before had she felt any other kind of need that was equally important. Her knees were quivering because of this manual stimulation, but also because he wasn't uttering any harsh or rasping invectives along with the way he was playing with her pussy. Her hands automatically reached out and held onto the man to keep herself from slipping and falling into the tub.
Feeling as if his hard cock was going to burst at any moment because of the throbbing pressure the blood swirling through it was putting on it, Andrew knew he was unable to contain his lust any longer. Withdrawing his hand from between her hotly tantalizing thighs, he turned off the water and helped her out of the tub onto the floor mat, nearby. He had two towels on a rack nearby, and he hurriedly began rubbing Jo Ann down, still touching her sensitive areas with the intent of keeping her totally aroused. Jo Ann had to admit she liked it all, but she knew all this was leading up to another sexual confrontation. She was a little afraid, thought not nearly as afraid as she had been earlier in the day. At the moment, she still hadn't forgiven her cousin in any way for the manner in which he had manhandled her. A certain anger remained locked in a comer of her mind, and she con-trained it, knowing she would have her chance for revenge when the right time came. She was also smart enough to know that if she said or did anything he didn't like, he would instantly revert to being the domineering bastard he had been, earlier. In fact, although he wasn't attempting to be domineering at the moment, he was definitely certain of his hold over her, and he was positive she would do anything he wanted.
Well, maybe it was time to start seeing if she was able to get him to do some of the things she wanted. Jo Ann was smart enough to know she would in no way be able to shorten these two weeks and allow him to let go of her sooner. Even if he did, where would she go? Her parents were in Europe, and her aunt was going to stay away all that time. No, she was stuck here with Andrew, and either she would be continually subjected to his whims, or with careful manipulation she would make him do all the things she wanted, causing him to think it was what he wanted.
He had the towel wrapped tightly around himself, drying himself off, and his erection made it stand out in front of him. It took all her willpower to keep Jo Ann from giggling.
He had used force rape. She hadn't his strength, and so force was out of the question. Her only weapon was seduction. But her young mind questioned whether a girl, only first beginning to develop as she was, was capable of seducing a man used to large breasts and curvy hips.
While she pondered it, he moved from the bathroom to his bedroom. She automatically followed, letting the towel drop. Without waiting to see if she was behind him, Andrew climbed into his bed, a large old-fashioned double bed, what would be termed a full-sized bed today. The only light on in the room was a small lamp by his night table, and when he turned to look at Jo Ann walk into the room, he realized she seemed more radiant than he had ever seen her before. Her tits were no larger, her hips were no rounder, but there was that indefinable something about her that had him in its enthralled grasp. He was totally captivated by her, and he was going to once again show her who was master in order to be able to enjoy that lovely body of hers.
But as she came closer, the look of lust in her eyes told him commands at this point were totally unnecessary. She wanted him as much as he wanted her. Perhaps she was a hidden masochist and wanted more sadistic torture. Then the most sadistic thing for him to do would be to give her loving care. The idea that she was hot for him, especially after the way he had treated her, perhaps because of the way he had treated her, stirred his cock and made it jump.
Walking to the large bed in the room, the sweet, angelic-looking little blonde felt as if she were two people. One was an observer, standing outside herself, watching everything going on and enjoying it immensely. The other was the participant, still somewhat unsure and a little afraid, though knowing that at the end of all this was that wonderful inundating thrill. So the burning sensation building in the pit of her stomach was now screaming for satisfaction. She had never had any idea what it felt like to be sexually aroused until she had been forced into it by her cousin, and having had a taste of it, she now wanted to feast on it forever, even if it meant having that huge, thick cock of his powering its way in and out of her cunt until she was torn inside-out.
"Y-you look beautiful," he murmured. "But don't think I'm going to let that deter me from getting my full measure of revenge against the Coles," he snapped, falling back on his old excuse.
"You're right," she said, catching him off-guard by agreeing with him. "You have every right to be angry with the Coles. They treated you too well. They should have beaten you and kicked you and made you feel bad, because then you wouldn't hate yourself so much."
"What makes you think I hate myself?" he gasped.
"Why else would you use an excuse like this to take me to bed?" she asked. "After all, if you liked yourself, you would have the willpower not to touch me. You hate yourself for not responding with decency to the way your stepfather treated you."
"Well, that's a lie," he insisted. "I never once let him know what I felt about him."
"You let him know," Jo Ann continued, talking quickly, not at all sure of what she was talking about. "You let him know that you liked him, which was why he turned his business over to you. But you hate yourself for liking him, so you claim it's really him you hate. Now here I am, and the fact of the matter is, you don't hate me. You want me. I don't know what all the imagine words are for wanting to do to a woman what you've done to me, but that's what you really want. You only used hating your stepfather as an excuse not to me, but to yourself, sort of making everything seem all right in your own mind."
"Whatever the reason," he snapped, realizing how right she was in her analysis of him, "you're my slave, and you're gonna do anything and everything I want. Got it?"
He was astonished that such a young girl had so much insight. Was it possible she had this insight all the time, or was it only where he was concerned? He had once read some nonsense about there being soul-mates in the world, people able to feel what the other felt, able to know what the other wanted and needed. Was it vaguely possible this snip of a girl, a female not yet considered a ripe woman, knew things? Was she his soul-mate? At the moment he didn't know, nor did he care. What mattered was what was he going to do with her? By rights he ought to fuck her asshole, or something else that would make her cry out in pain, but no, no, somehow he didn't feel the urge to do that, tonight. Tonight he wanted to sip from her vaginal chalice. He wanted to let her know just how nice things might have been had they met under other circumstances and had they done things differently. That, he reasoned, would hurt her more in the long run, when they parted, than anything else. It was an insane rationalization, but he intended carrying it out. Perhaps tomorrow he'd go back to being the domineering lord of the house. But for now, as his slave, she would have to let him suck her cunt.
"Get your ass over here on the bed," he snapped.
"Yes, Andrew," she whispered softly, and by the tone of her voice he knew she was going to let him do anything he wanted with her. Well, she was learning, anyway. As far as he was concerned, she was finally agreeing with her slave status.
He took her in his arms as if she were an adult woman and with his lips parted, he kissed her long and deep. Her mouth tasted fresh and wonderful and minty. He drove his tongue all the way inside, licking at her gums and her teeth in a passionate French kiss. Without once breaking the kiss, he pulled her lithe form up on the bed beside his own until he had her lying comfortably on her back. His heart was pounding insanely as he realized more and more that as a female she meant more to him than all the other women he had ever known. She was something new in his life, a living being with whom he was able to do anything and everything he wanted. God! He ached to kiss every little part of her slender body and taste every last ounce of freshness he imparted. His room was scented with one of those air fresheners that gave off a lilac odor, making the air seem filled with the freshness of tropical flowers. The aroma was a perfumed aphrodisiac which goaded him in addition to the slenderly delightful sight of her naked body.
In the yellow lamplight coming from his nightstand, Andrew was able to make out every last little bit of her delectable girlish figure. Her small breasts, so pert, still growing, yet so wonderful. The erect nipples on their tips were tiny beacons of pleasure beckoning to his mouth, urging him closer, and he came closer, finally clamping his lips over one of them.
He kissed the hard little nipple, then opened his mouth wider and swallowed in the entire breast. His tongue flicked out and flatly whipped the nipple, making her nubile body writhe as Jo Ann moaned with pleasure. He all but chewed on her small breast, then pulled his mouth back and once more rolled the nipple between his lips. At the same time he slowly ran his hand down over the tantalizing flat plane of her smooth belly until his finger touched her naked pelvis. Once more using his middle finger as a guide, he eased it into the slope of her pink pussy, the middle finger pressing into the hairless hot slit until it made contact with the wet, sucking flesh. His fingertip immediately sought out and found her clitoris. It was hard, and when his finger massaged it very lightly, the beautiful blonde lifted her hips to meet it.
"Ummmmm ... yessssssss...." she sighed. "You're a real man, Andrew. You really know what to do to make a girl feel good," she whispered seductively.
"I'm not trying to make you feel good," he insisted. "I just want you to understand our relationship, that's all."
"Yes, yes, of course," she nodded. "You're the boss, the one who is in control. Anything you want ... anything ... tell me to suck your cock ... tell me to let you fuck me ... anything...."
"Now you're getting the picture," he nodded continuing to massage the little clitoral nubbin. "As long as you understand you're my slave, and I can do anything I want with you, everything is gonna be just fine."
"I understand," she gasped, as he rubbed her clitoris again. "And everything is definitely going to be just fine."
She had found the key to controlling him. Make him believe he was in control. Make him think his were the decisions being made, even if she was the one to make the real choices. As long as he believed himself responsible for the two of them, he was going to go on making her feel good. So from now on, all she had to do was cater to his ego while making him believe that her wants and needs were his wants and needs. Yes, Jo Ann finally had the answer to it all.
He had degraded her by making her suck his penis. Now that she thought back on it, she had enjoyed it immensely, but the idea that he had forced her, made her denigrate herself, well, that was something for which she had to exact her own revenge. Tit for tat, or in this case, cunt for cock. She had sucked his cock, now let him suck her cunt. All she had to do was make him think it was his own idea.
Andrew continued filling his mouth with her small breast, his teeth almost biting into her tender nipple. From the comer of his eye he saw the way one of her hands all but hid her cunt from his view even as he ran a finger in and out of it.
"What's the matter with you?" he asked.
"I love the way you fuck me," she told him. "I even liked sucking your cock, and the feel of your finger inside me is nice, but I feel embarrassed to have you look at me down there. I don't have any hair, yet. I'm not a woman."
His hard cock kept twitching against the sheets beneath as he muttered, "I like looking at a nice bare cunt. Maybe even after you've grown hair, I'll make you shave it."
"But we only have two weeks together," she insisted, softly.
"The hell we do," he muttered. "You'll be out of high school one day, and between then and now we're gonna go on seeing each other," he grumbled. "If any cock other than mine plows that little pink furrow of yours, it'll only be because I sanction it. You're mine, Jo Ann. Even after you go back home to your folks, don't you forget for a moment that you're mine. Got me?"
"Yes, Andrew," she muttered in a low voice.
"Good! So take your hand away from your cunt and let me look at it while I keep pushing my finger in and out of it"
"Only if you promise to let me suck your cock, afterward," she softly said. "After all, if you look at me, it's only fair that I look at you."
"Hell!" he laughed. "You want to do more than look. Hmmmm! Maybe I'll do more than look."
His mouth returned to her breast and his finger continued its incessant thrusting in and out of her turmoiled little pussy, causing a wonderfully flickering feeling of sensation to continue mounting in the seething depths of the shuddering young woman-like girl. His thumb continued massaging her clitoris, and this sent blisters of raw flame charging through Jo Ann's body. Things were starting to turn in her favor. She was slowly but surely getting Andrew under her control.
Taking her hand away, she spread her thighs a bit wider, giving her lover better access to her hungry cunt. The cool air in the air conditioned house moved between her soft inner thighs as she moved her slender leg, and she felt the wetness of her lubricating fluids seeping out of her cunt and running down her perineum into her asscrack.
Her cunt was ready for some oral action. She hoped she wouldn't have to throw any further hints at Andrew. A moment later, he lifted his smiling face from her small breasts.
Turning on the bed, the man slowly began licking down the smoothness of her flat belly toward her navel. He lay on his side and pulled her onto her side toward him. She soon had one leg on the bed beneath his head, and the other was resting against the man's rib cage under his right arm, with her knee bent to be comfortable. Now hip face had total access to her love-pink cunt. Resting his cheek on her slender inner thigh, he was able to stare at the female organ in all its naked beauty with no hair to hide its lusciousness, reaching forward, he used thumb and forefinger to spread her cuntlips apart so that the adorable coral blush was even more exposed. This time there was no hymen inside. This time she was ready for anything his heart desired. At the moment, he desired to taste her, and taste her he did, his tongue leaping out and making searing contact with her extended clitoris. "Aaa aahhhh hhuuuu uuunnn ngg! Ohh hhhhhh ... Andrewwwwww...." she gasped. Then, in order to make him think he was definitely responsible for this, she gasped, "Are you sure this is what you ... uhhh ... want to do?"
"Shut up and let me do as I please," he snapped, his words sending a burst of hot air over the clitoris he had just licked.
For any female, the first time a tongue touches her clitoris is definitely an electric moment in her life. She felt stung, yet alive with sensation, and the depth of her carnal desire became more and more powerful, she didn't think anything would ever again feel quite as wonderful as the way he had used his tongue on her. The sensations streaking through her were lewd and obscene, and definitely wonderful. His tongue flicked out again, like a little whip, and it began beating regularly against her clitoris, making her shudder with unutterable delight. The wet softness of it was a lash of heated pleasure, and she was aware of heavy quantities of oil pouring from her internal self that much more quickly.
Pushing his face closer to her soddenly dripping coral slash of flesh, Andrew used his lips to suck her clitoris into his mouth, and then actually nibbled on it lightly with the edges of his teeth. He felt and heard the continued mewling response of the lovely young blonde, and this drove him to do more and more with his tongue. Drawing back just a little, he flattened his tongue out and ran it up and down the entire coral trough of her tantalizing vagina, ignoring for the moment the quivering clitoris. Then he bypassed her vaginal opening and let his tongue leap into her asshole. He had washed her out there himself, when they had been in the shower. Not that it had been necessary. She seemed to know all there was to know about keeping herself inwardly clean.
Icy lightning shot up Jo Ann's spine as his tongue probed all the more deeply into her anus, and just when she thought she wouldn't be able to take it any, longer, he yanked his tongue out and plunged it back into her vaginal sump. The tongue flicked in and out, stopping only on each out-flick to touch her clitoris.
As if she were totally controlled by his tongue, the lovely blonde started unconsciously grinding her tender young loins all the more tightly against his face. As far as he was concerned, he had her where he wanted her. Her pussy was now under the control of his tongue.
Licking lightly at the vaginal opening, he moved one of his hands against her small round buttocks, probing with a forefinger until it rested against the little prune-like pucker he had recently licked. Slowly, carefully, gently, he worked his finger in a circle, pushing it deeper and deeper while his warm, wet tongue seemingly corkscrewed its way into her seething young pussy.
"Aaaahh hhhhhu uuuuuu unnnnn nggghh hhh!" the lovely lissome girl gasped, panting for breath. "Yes, yes, yes, Andrew! Uuuuunnnnngggg!"
By now she was completely absorbed by the tonguing of her vagina, and she was almost totally unaware of the finger prodding her asshole. She felt the finger pressing against the forbidden little entrance to her anus, but at the moment all it did was add to the pleasure she was feeling bursting through her quivering body. His tongue seemed to unroll and plunge itself all the way into her vaginal sheath, causing her to twirl her vagina around and around, and at the same time push her ass lower and lower on the forefinger impaling it. It was a slender snake invading her rectal tunnel, but it felt good.
"Ooo oooooo oonnnn nnnnhh hhhh! God dddduuuhhhhh!" Jo Ann gasped, and she began grinding her lovely hips in maddening circles, pushing her cunt forward to feel more and more of the tongue, then shoving her ass back to continue feeling the finger.
Andrew drove his tongue in and out of her sumptuous slash, drinking all the fluids pouring out of her, but the more he drank, the more she managed to produce. The scent and taste of her vaginal juices made his mind whirl with uncontrolled passion, and he thought again how it had felt so good when her hot little mouth had enclosed his penis between its lips.
Driving his oral organ in and out with greater speed than ever, he decided from the way she was bucking that she was definitely ready. He moved his hips closer and closer to her lovely face. Her lips were slightly parted, as she felt ecstasy permeate every little part of her being. He knew she wouldn't have to be told to take it into her mouth. She had sucked it once before, and considering the example he was setting by probing into her with his tongue, Andrew was certain the lovely blonde would comply.
Before Jo Ann was able to do anything, her orgasm was upon her. Blast after blast of hot oil came from her cunt and splashed in Andrew's face as his tongue worked assiduously at her seething cunt. As before, she climaxed silently, shuddering with delight.
Andrew seemed exhausted from having done all the work, and for a moment he rolled away from her cunt. Jo Ann, not totally satisfied, wanted to leap up and sit on his face and rub her pussy into his mouth. But she knew that would be pressing things a bit too far. No! She had to make Andrew believe he was still in? control.
He lay on his back with his penis standing straight up in the air, the thick slit oozing drops of oil. The thick head glowed a bright lavender in the room's dim light, and the penis looked even longer and thicker than it had appeared earlier. But the difference this time was that Jo Ann wanted it. Still, she had to make the man, think she was doing this because he ordered her.
Andrew's hand reached out and took Jo Ann's. He yanked her toward him, then gripped her nape with one hand and pushed her face toward his cock. As far as he was concerned, this damn bitch owed him a cocksucking, and he wasn't going to stop until he fired every last bit of joy juice down her slenderly lovely gullet.
Satisfied that Andrew believed himself in control of everything, Jo Ann abruptly opened her mouth, once again running her wet tongue over her lips to moisten them. Then she flicked her tongue against the penile head, washing the rich purple of it.
For an instant the whole scene seemed like something insane in the little-girl part of her mind, the part that still remembered cookies and lollipops and candy and ice cream. But the more she licked, the more she understood that this particular lollipop was far superior to anything made in a candy factory.
Andrew's massively swollen rod was growing and swelling even larger under the constant ministrations of her loving tongue. She moved her head so that the penile point was aimed straight in, then she closed her lips tenderly around the head as she moved her mouth forward. She started sucking and licking as if it were an all-day sucker, though she giggled at the thought. In this case it might turn out to be an all-night sucker. One of her hands gripped the lower part of the stanchion and was jerking it up and down in rhythm to the way her mouth was constantly sucking.
Now the time had come to suck in earnest. Each time her head dipped a little lower, she took the littlest bit more cock into her sucking mouth. Down, up, down, up, and each time she went down, more of it went inside. Soon she was engulfing almost all of it, the head poking into her throat an inch, then two inches, then three inches. To Andrew, it looked as if she were intent on taking it into her belly.
Her left hand began massaging the resilient wrinkled sac containing his balls, but massaging gently, tenderly, carefully. The more she did these things, the more she learned all by herself, and the more she wanted to know. Soon she found herself caught up in an intense rhythm that caused her vagina to expand and contract. Oils began to once again seep from her vagina, and she knew she needed more of his tongue, so she moved until her cunt was straddling his face.
Andrew found he didn't have to lift his face even a little, as the lovely slender young blonde girl spread her thighs as wide as possible on either side of his head until his anxious mouth once again pressed against the soft, sumptuous slickness of her velvety interior. Without the least little bit of hesitation his tongue leaped out and whipped into the frothy little pink slash, and the lovely girl's tightly rounded buttocks wriggled sensuously in response to the pleasure she was feeling. He reached around the solidity of her tender thighs with both his arms and began probing with seeking fingers into the narrow crevice of her smooth, rounded buttocks. Digging in, he slowly tugged the soft twin globes gently apart as though to gain better access for his flicking snake-like tongue. Jo Ann felt a chilling shudder charge insanely up her slender spine as the tiny brownie of her anus was exposed to the man's lusting eyes. Andrew stared at the brown pucker, and at the pink flesh beyond the crinkle itself as her sphincter seemingly expanded and contracted with her breathing in the dim light of the room. As he gazed at the tantalizing little pucker, Andrew's tongue continued to automatically lick in and out of the tightly clutching swamp of the beautiful young girl's narrow vagina. He made a loud, wet sluicing sound as his tongue thrust its way all the way into the narrowly palpitating center leading to her womb. The beautiful blonde inwardly groaned, feeling delightful searing sensations, thrilling to the pressures of his lips. Her cousin certainly knew how to use his tongue.
Jo Ann was moaning, the sounds coming from the depths of her throat as her lips remained tightly clamped around the immensely thick and rigid length of flesh and blood protruding from the man's groin. She sucked harder and harder, a passion in her belly mounting and enlarging, feeling equally aroused at sucking as she was because of the pressure of the man's mouth delving into her sodden depths. It was as if the two had become welded together in this soixanteneuf position, and both of them were leaping around as if the mattress was hot metal that burned their flesh. The two insanely bucked their hips back and forth, driving their genitals at the other's mouth, each making loud, obscene sucking sounds.
Jo Ann felt her belly burning as never before. She no longer thought about what was right and what was wrong as her belly burned with continually renewed passion while experiencing thrills she had never known to exist. She had her thighs spread as widely as possible, humping her cunt back and forth against her cousin's mouth, and her small breasts because she was the one on top, dangled down the littlest bit so that r her nipples grazed the man's belly. She quivered when his hands moved from her buttocks and forced their way between the two bodies in order to roll her nipples between his fingers. It was as if he was testing her to see just how totally real her passion was. He was apparently more than satisfied with the way she reacted.
Jo Ann's head began bobbing up and down of its own volition, as if this was the most natural thing in the world to do. Her mouth sucked the huge cock all the way into her throat at the downstroke, and then her lips pulled back to the corona on the upstroke. Her oral grip on the huge cock was like that of a leech, her mouth moving with ever swifter strokes as she continued grinding her tight little asscheeks wildly around in small, anxious circles, thrilling to the wet lashing of the man's constantly probing tongue. He was flicking his lingual length into the narrowly wet culvert of her cunt as if he were a starved tomcat lapping at honeyed milk draining from a magic cornucopia. His fingers continued probing into the tightly puckered ring of flesh around the narrow entrance to her rectal interior. The lovely girl, as if sensing what he wanted, wriggled her rounded asscheeks back against his fingers as if obeying an unspoken request. She was astonished when the man suddenly probed with one finger, sinking it into the narrow depths of her rectum.
Gripping her asscheeks with his both hands, the handsome man tugged her cunt away from his mouth, and said, "I want to fuck this tight little asshole of yours, Jo Ann."
Before she was aware of what he was doing, he had pulled his cock from her mouth with such force, her scraping teeth had almost taken off an outer layer of skin. But she let him arrange her body, keeping her face-down, with her buttocks lifted high in the air. His finger once again delved into her rectal opening, and she shivered, knowing how much thicker his cock was. He added a second finger after moistening it with the juices from her seething pussy. Little by little her tight anus opened wider and wider. For such a tiny girl she was just about five feet tall and considering she had such a taut pussy, it was amazing how elastic her rectum appeared. The tiny hole was stretched as his fingers probed deeper and deeper, and, at Andrew's instructions, Jo Ann reached behind her and pulled on her buttocks, forcing the cheeks wide, offering him easy access to her rectal innards.
She ought to have been terrified, horrified, but for some reason, Jo Ann no longer felt afraid. No matter what he did to her, it didn't seem to matter, because each time, he brought her a certain amount of rapturous pleasure. His tongue in her vagina and anus had sent vibrant chills charging through her shuddering form. His cock, even though stretching her vaginal walls tremendously and tearing out her hymen, had brought her to a fabulous conclusion. She was certain that even if he carried out his threat to fit that monstrous cock of his into the narrow pucker of her asshole, she would feel something good even if it meant feeling more initial pain.
When he pulled his two fingers from her rectum, Andrew leaned forward and once more stabbed his tongue inside, filling it with his saliva in order to lubricate the way. Jo Ann, suddenly impatient, wanting to find out more and more about sex, aching to learn all there was to know, becoming a sexual glutton, gasped, "Don't waste time! Do it! Do it!"
Andrew should have been smiling and happy. He had conquered her, made her his thrall, his slave, and yet, for some reason her attitude seemed to take all the pleasure of revenge away. More powerful than revenge at this moment was his desire to penetrate that asshole of hers. He had never fucked the asshole of such a young female, and he assumed she had to be tighter than any other asshole he had fucked.
Carefully placing the blood-filled tip of his prick against the narrow little aperture, he allowed it to rest there for a moment, letting her realize how much larger the bloated head felt against the so-much-narrower hole of her ass. The head of his cock was a richer, deeper purple than it had ever been, pulsating eagerly between the shining white cheeks of her lovely ass. He was panting heavily, his entire body twisting with lusting passion, but he held back a moment longer, possibly to try tormenting Jo Ann a little more, or to merely savor the thrill of her heated inner flesh expanding against the blunted end of his penile tip.
"Come one, shove your cock into me, Andrew," she insisted. "I can take it! I know I can! If you're doing this to me, then you've done it to others. That being the case, if they were able to handle it, I'm better than they are. You know you want to do it, Andrew. What's more, I want you to do it!" Her voice was flooded with passionate pleading.
Jo Ann was squirming in her bent-over position, desperately doing her best to actually press the opening of her ass against the thick head of his monstrous cock. Andrew was gripping her tightly by her hips, and without realizing it, he found himself responding to her request suddenly and violently. She would have been forced to fall face-down on the mattress had he not been tightly gripping her lovely, girlish hips. He thrust as hard as he was able, once again certain the best way to do this was to fill her rectal tunnel with all his hard cock and then let it expand. He ground into her with terrifying force, and Jo Ann felt her back channel widen as never before, causing unexpected momentary pain.
"Aaaaaaiiilyyyyyeeeeaaaaggghhhh!" she shrieked, her scream drowning out the man's gasp of pleasure as the long penis probed its way ever deeper into the narrowly tight, resisting clutch of her rectum.
Pain filled her so totally, her head swam and her mind almost blacked out. How she managed to retain her consciousness was something Jo Ann would never know. Her mouth was mumbling all kinds of obscenities, spiting out words she wouldn't have even thought of two days earlier.
He waited, letting her ass-channel become accustomed to his thickness, and as he had expected, her rectal tube slowly began to adjust to his breadth. She panted, noting her body was covered with a cold sweat, and then little by little the agony subsided into mere discomfort, which, in turn gave way to pleasure, because his cock was so thick, it was touching nerve-endings in her rear that had never been stimulated before.
"Now!" she gasped. "Do it!"
He began rapidly plunging his long, tan cock in and out of her squeezing rectal tunnel at terrifying speed. Each time he drove forward, Jo Ann felt her rectum and the lower part of her colon take the full length of the massive penis. She knew he was all the way in when his hairy groin pressed against her rounded, smooth asscheeks, flattening them. His balls swung forward with such force, they slapped against her vagina, hitting her clitoris and stimulating it, as well.
Jo Ann was at a loss to explain just why she was enjoying all this, but she did know, the faster he pumped, the more intensely she felt the thrills invading her. They were near the peak of frenzy now, he, shuttling in and out like a madman, like a savage beast gone insane with lust, while Jo Ann's head whipped right and left, her expression one of pure lusting ecstasy.
"Harrrrder! Fasssster! Morrre! Deeeeper! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" Jo Ann gasped, and she realized that the more she did these things, the more she wanted to continue doing these things. She was lost in a daze of passion that totally overpowered her. Added to everything else was the pressure of his fingers, reaching around and massaging her clitoris as his balls kept swinging back and forth against her soft cuntal lips. God! It was incredible! Unbelievable!
She was completely absorbed in what was happening to her, and realized her cousin was giving her an education superior to anything she might have received from some groping boys her own age who would be taking her out in the near future. In fact, her cousin was such an expert at all this, she was certain he surpassed her own father, so that by now, Jo Ann had a idea that young and inexperienced as she was, she still knew more about sex than her own mother.
Tight walls in her cunt clamped against each other, empty for the moment and crying to be filled as his cock ravaged her asshole. Erotic stimulation had reached its peak, and every muscle in her shuddering body was seized by a tautness as she hung for a moment in time on the knifeedge of ultimate release. Then her body was seized by an overpowering, rippling spasm.
"AAAAAIIIIIIA AAAAAG GGGGGH HHHAAA AANNNG GGGGGH HHHAAA IIIIII YYYYYY AAAAAG GGGGGH HHHHHH UUUUUG GGGHHH HHAAAA GGGGGH HHH!" she screamed, and her cunt contracted again and again, spitting out heavy spurts of lubrication onto the mattress while the thrills went rampaging through her rectum.
Then, as if to enhance what she was feeling, she became aware of Andrew's hot seed spurting into her anal depths, flooding her, touching off something else inside her as he bellowed out a loud, "GGGGGG GHH HHH HHHWWW WWW AAA AARRRR GGGGGH HHHHHG HHHAAA AAAGGG GGHHHH AAA AAG GGHHHA HHHAAA WWWWWW WWA-AAA GGGHHH HUUUUUN NNNGGG GGHHHH AAAAAG GGGHHH HHH!"
Shot after shot flooded her rectum, splashing into her colon, and he stayed inside her a long, long time. Only after his penis had totally deflated was he able to pull out of her. Then he fell onto the bed beside her, and he was asleep in an instant.
Jo Ann smiled, knowing she was no longer his prisoner. He was hers.