Chapter 6
Her body still tingled with the pleasure she had enjoyed those two weeks with Andrew. Pleasure hadn't been limited to simple sexual encounters between the two of them. Pleasure had consisted of consolidating her hold on Andrew, exercising her power slowly, meticulously. All the while she had him thinking he was the one in control. Young as she was, her mind was quick, and she realized the odds were greatly against finding another man she would be able to control as much as she did Andrew. Perhaps what had made it all so intriguing was his hidden desire to be controlled by her. His mother had always had a tight rein on him, and even his stepfather had been strong with him when he had been younger. Andrew had been permitted to make his own decisions only after his stepfather had died. He always made wrong decisions. He'd had no one to guide him and straighten him out, and as a result, he had often been forced to live with those wrong decisions. Perhaps the first right decision in his personal life had been to attempt his domination of Jo Ann. Now she had slowly turned the tables, and in the end had completely controlled him. He would be just right for her for the rest of her life, and what was more, she knew he accepted her as being the perfect mate for him. But they had to wait until she finished high school and was old enough to marry.
A week had gone by. Andrew had fucked her every day and every night, sometimes in her cunt, sometimes in her ass, and occasionally in her mouth. She had let him initiate all the action between them in order to make him think he was calling all the shots. But though sex was a lot of fun, it wasn't something two people did on a full-time basis every hour of every day of their lives. It had its place, but when sex became a little tiring, Jo Ann felt she wanted to go out. More, she wanted to go to the big city and see all the imagine plays she had heard her parents often discuss. Once, for her birthday, they had taken her to the city to see a popular musical, and she had loved it. But it had been oriented toward children. Though she was still a little way away from being totally grown up, she felt she wanted to see an adult play.
Early Monday morning, Jo Ann took a long shower, making sure she smelled nice all over. For once, sex play between herself and Andrew would not be initiated by him, though he would think so.
She found him in his bedroom, half asleep. He had fucked her three times the night before, and so had fallen into a stupor the rest of the time. The fact that he was half-awake now, and sporting the beginning of an erection, told Jo Ann that the more he had of her, the more he wanted her.
Sliding into bed beside him, she cupped his face in her hands and lightly kissed his mouth.
"Andrew," she meekly murmured. "Do you think you might consider taking me out today?"
"No chance," he smirked. "I take you out, and the first opportunity you get, you'll run off and leave me."
"Think about it," she murmured, kissing him softly again, rubbing her slenderly sinuous body against his hard, masculine form. "Where would I go? I don't know how to get back to where I live with my parents. They brought me here by car. I don't have money for a train. All I want is for you to take me out so we can enjoy everything together. I mean, I know I'm your slave here in the house. But wouldn't it be even nicer to have me as your slave for the whole world to see?"
"You'd have me thrown into prison wouldn't you?" he snarled.
"Gee, who'd believe me?" she asked. "I mean, you already told me you have friends who would swear I did things with them, as well. All I'd be doing is calling attention to myself as some kind of tramp. My parents would be horrified."
Her mouth lowered itself to his again, and she automatically accepted his sinuously probing tongue into a mouth she had sweetened with mouthwash, while at the same time she spread her slender young thighs and then clamped them tightly together as she captured his upstanding jack staff in the soft, fleshy snare formed by her cunt and her legs. The penis's length lay solidly against the naked pink flesh of her already wet and oily vagina.
"Please?" she mumbled into his mouth as he flexed his hips the littlest bit, rubbing the thick base of his . pulsating penis against the throbbing, vibrant pellet of her already extended clitoris.
Jo Ann submerged herself into what she was doing, feeling the hardness of his chest against the sensitive buds of her erect little nipples, nipples attached to breasts that seemed to have grown just a little, either because they were intended to continue growing, or because of the continual manual and oral stimulation 'which might have caused them to enlarge a little ahead of time. In any case, she rotated her chest around and around in tiny little circles, at the same time rubbing her fulcrum back and forth against the underside of his pulsating cock, enjoying the sensations he automatically induced in her. He was exceedingly tantalizing. The more she was with him, the more her breasts felt sensitivity.
The man's oversized hands roamed carelessly up and down her slender back, always taking the time to stop when they touched the rounded protuberant globes of her asscheeks as he cupped them, pinched them, and smoothly massaged them, making ridges of her silky feminine flesh ooze like white cream through his strong fingers.
A few more moments passed and he felt her ripely naked loins undulating against his penis, countering his own movements as she began sliding her wetly hot pussy up and down the rock-hard solidity of his throbbing shaft. God! Her cunt felt good! So did her ass, and so did her mouth. He always loved to have her suck him a little before fucking her.
Breaking the strong kiss, he mumbled to her in a voice filled with passion, "Go down on me, you beautiful girl, you. I love to see that girlish face of yours stuffed with my cock."
It sounded like a command, yet the tone in his voice told Jo Ann it was a request. It was by granting his requests that she had him more and more certainly under her command.
She slithered nakedly against his strong body, kissing her way down, raining her lips on his throat, then kissing his small brown masculine nipples, tonguing them the same way he had always mouthed hers. From the way he squirmed, it was obvious Andrew enjoyed her oral attentions, even enjoying the way the tip of her nose rubbed against his skin as she licked him. It was a small-enough favor for the total satisfaction he gave her each time he fucked her. No matter where he fucked her, she always came, usually twice to one of his. From some magazines she had found in her aunt's room, she had discovered that many women never had even one orgasm, and the great majority only had occasional climaxes. It never occurred to her that her ability to attain orgasm had to do with her own inner workings. She was certain Andrew and his meticulous way of tonguing and fucking her was the reason for it.
Andrew moaned his satisfaction with her as she kneeled subserviently so that her small breasts dangled down like fruit ripening on the vine, not quit ready to be picked, but succulent enough to be taste while still growing. She was between his widespread legs. Her hand reached out and gripped the lust-thickened shaft of his pulsing cock, and her other hand automatically pushed itself under his testicles, caressing them, knowing how ultra-sensitive he was down there.
In spite of the erotic sensations invading her body, her mind was on other things, already planning where they would go when he finally took her out. She would make him buy her things, like nice dresses and not those school girlish outfits her parents always made her wear. Instead of shortie pajamas, she wanted a shortie nightgown with lace panties in order to tantalize him even more.
Her mouth worked automatically, her lips sucking on one of his egg-sized testicles, pulling it into the soft warmth of her tantalizing mouth as she gently washed his scrotum with her tongue again and again. She did these added little things instinctively, without having to be told. Her continual expansion of sexual performance without his instructing her constantly amazed Andrew.
His hand drifted down to her honey blonde hair to smooth and caress it. In the next few minutes she had sucked on his other sperm-swollen testicle. The pressure of her hot little mouth working on his balls made him gasp with uncontrolled ecstasy. Jesus! She was good! Too good to lose. Somehow, when the summer as over, he had to find a way to keep on seeing her. Then she was licking his perineum, her tongue a pink little probe that flicked back along the ultra-sensitive flesh behind his wrinkled scrotum sac until he was wetly nudging her tongue-tip into the sensitively puckered ring of his anus. Like herself, he was meticulous in the way her kept himself clean. He moaned and writhed under the charge of electricity that went shooting through him. His cock began throbbing and lurching involuntarily, and he knew if she kept it up, he would shoot a load into mid-air.
"That's enough, Jo Ann," he gasped.
His hands on her lovely blonde head pulled her wetly probing oral organ away from him down there as he guided her puckered lips to the top of his staff, noting how the purple head pulsated maddeningly as its unseeing eye "stared" at her oncoming lips. Before she slipped the head into her mouth, she gasped. "Like?
"You damn well know I did, you witch!" he muttered. "You have a mouth on you that's better than any ten other female mouths I've ever known. What you did really made my cock come to attention."
"Ummmmmm ... hmmmmmmm!" she mumble! unintelligibly as her tantalizingly sensuous lips ovaled and slowly slid down over the heatedly pulsing head of his throbbing penis. Her wet little tongue began to automatically swirl around and around the smooth, satiny flesh. One hand tightly gripped the length of his thick shaft while her other hand lightly caressed his balls, grazing them ever so gently with her fingernails. Every now and again her middle finger reached back and pressed itself against the pucker of his asshole, probing inside, letting him know what it was like to some extent to have his asshole penetrated. She had learned her lessons well from her cousin, and now, with flourishes of her own, she was deftly paying him back "in his own coin."
Now, as he signaled with his hands on her head rocking it up and down, she began bobbing, and little by little she found herself absorbing more and more of the immense tower, sucking in more of its enormous breadth, tugging it not only into her sucking mouth, but into a gullet that had widened with practice so that she was able to take all of it without the least bit of strangulation.
Andrew watched her cheeks hollow and bloat with the exertion of her sucking pressure, enjoying the delightfully lurid sight of her wetly ovaled girlish lips slurping so lasciviously up and down the thick trunk of his phallus. He was constantly amazed that such a tiny mouth was capable of engulfing all of him.
Tiny pink glistening flanges of the tender inner flesh of her tantalizing lips pulled out on the upstroke of her constantly bobbing young head, then folded right back in on themselves as her mouth came down in a cock-absorbing deep suck. He watched her, knowing he was responsible for having initiated her into this, teaching her his way, and as a result, attuning her to himself better than any other woman he had ever known. God! He needed her! He wondered how he would be able to give her up when she went back to her parents in the fall. Not that she lived that far away. But would her parents countenance her going out with him? He knew they had always liked him, in spite of his previous inner feeling of hate for the Coles and anyone related to them even by marriage. But did they like him enough to trust him to date their laughter. The idea of her doing something like this with some pimple-faced boy in school made him shudder with anger. No, damn it! Her mouth, her cunt, and her asshole all belonged to him. Somehow, in some way, he would find a way to keep on seeing her, even if it was without her parents knowing about it. Still uncertain about the way she felt about him, still thinking he might be afraid of him, only doing this to keep him from hurting her, he would threaten her with exposure if she didn't go on seeing him. Yes, that was it.
Involuntarily his hips were working up and down as he smiled at the idea that he would soon have her totally conquered. His asscheeks flexed in time to the movement of his thighs, countering her voraciously sucking lips, and he knew he had damn well better stop here and now, or he would pop his load down her throat. At the moment, all he had was one load. She had so drained him the previous night, once he shot this one off, he would be limp until the evening. What little sperm he did have to offer, he wanted to shoot into her cunt.
With rough hands he tangled his fingers in the long straight blondeness of her lovely hair and yanked her beautiful face up and off, seeing her wetly puckered lips still sensuously coated with his seminal oils. God! She looked so stunningly beautiful!
"Come up here," he growled at her. "It's time you did a little fucking for a change. You do the riding."
Jo Ann smiled at him, her radiant eyes shining with the salaciousness that burned deep inside her. She loved it when she was the one on top controlling the action. It made her feel as if the cock was part of her and she was using it on him. She crawled sinuously up on him until she was straddling him. Andrew gripped her lovely hips and said, "No, not this way. I want you to face the other way so I can look at your ass while fucking your cunt."
It didn't matter that much to Jo Ann. No matter which way she faced, she was still the woman on top and she liked that position because it also made it easier for her to control just how deep she would let his cock sink into her. Shrugging, she swiveled around pressing her buttocks into his belly for a moment. Then she leaned forward against his nakedly drawn-up knees, sliding her buttocks closer to his groin before putting weight on her own knees. Reaching behind her, she gripped the massive lighthouse-shaped pillar and guided the massively swollen head to the tantalizing lips of her vagina. Gently, carefully, she rocked back slowly on his salaciously stiffened shaft, permitting its hotly pulsing thickness to slide into the clinginess of her vaginal sheath with slow deliberation.
"Ahhhhh ... hhh hhuuuu uuhhhh hhhnnn hhh!" she sighed, a sight of total contentment as her narrowness, a narrowness that would never really change, expanded itself just enough to comfortably ingest the phallic plunderer. Every last little bit of the organ slid into her. "There we are," she sighed. She leaned forward so that her petite young arms encircled his upstanding knees, giving her something against which to lean. She pressed her breasts into his lower thighs as she hugged his knees. Meanwhile, Andrew's hands roamed over her back.
His searching fingers wandered all over her smooth, silken flesh, feeling how tantalizingly unblemished she was, even now, as a teenager, when most kids her age suffered with some form of acne. His hands slid down her back and filled themselves with her buttocks, holding her from underneath and lifting her a little. As he relaxed, allowing her to sink back down on his wetly glistening shaft, he flexed his hips upward at the same time to drive his now-demanding cock even deeper into her eagerly throbbing vagina.
Jesus Christ! It was absolutely wonderful! As far as Jo Ann was concerned, she loved to feel the length and hardness of him filling her each time. She loved every throbbing lurch of it, every last centimeter of it as it filled and re-filled her time and time again.
Like almost all people, she was curious now how another sexual encounter would feel one with someone else. He had threatened her with his friends, but so far had made no move to invite any of them over. She had to feel the other Denises, to compare, to make certain what she felt for her cousin wasn't purely sexual. After all, if she liked any of the other men better, why should she restrict her cunt to Andrew? Then she'd go on a fucking spree, especially when she got back home and went back to school. There were probably a whole bunch of seniors with big cocks who would be more than willing to fuck her. No! No, that was out. She remembered how those boys loved to talk, and soon her name would be spread around school. No! No boys! Just men! But first she had to find out if she was in love with sex, or in love with her cousin.
Taking her cue from the way he was moving, she began rocking back and forth, back and forth, sliding her wildly responding hot cunt on his rock-hard pole of male flesh as if she were riding a fireman's pole. She had started out slowly, then began picking up speed, moving faster and faster, becoming more and more wildly wanton, aching to once again scale the heights of ecstatic satisfaction as rapturous thrills charge uncontrollably through her quivering body. She found herself posting on the cock, as skilled a horsewoman as any female in the world would ride a galloping horse, slamming her nakedly rounded buttocks solidly against the man's abdomen in order to absorb the entire length of his thickly expanded phallus. Each time she rode up, she rode to the crest of his cock, feeling the flange of his corona scrape against all her tightly closing walls. Once up there, she would stay poised for a second, letting him see his cock locked between her love-lips before once again slamming solidly down on him.
Behind and beneath her, the handsome, dark-haired Andrew gripped and tweaked the cheeks of her lovely buttocks, his hands working like a cruel goad, while at the same time he slammed his own hips into the mattress in order to give him the drive he needed to slam upward to meet her downward stroke. Each upward drive made him feel his cock was being enveloped in the heated pocket of her seething pussy with more and more demanding urgency.
Faster and faster, the beautiful young blonde girl continued riding her cousin's cock while clinging to his knees as if for salvation, thinking of herself as riding one of those mechanical Brahma bulls. Her breathing was uncontrolled, and she gasped and panted, her head rolling around and around, swishing her lovely blonde hair this way and that, letting it flair across her lovely white shoulders. She wanted to go on riding into the sunset, hoping this would never end. But even as she wanted this, her body sensed the explosive orgasm building too rapidly to be denied. He knew how to make her come more quickly each time, and as usual, the oncoming climax felt far more powerful than any of the previous ones she had enjoyed.
"OHH HHH ... GODD DDD!" she screamed. "IIII'MMMM ... THERRRRE ... III'MMM ... UUU-UUM MMMHHH HHH ... COMMMMMI MMMIIIII NNNNNN GGGGGG ... YYY YYAAAAN NNN-GGG GGGHHH UUUUU NNNNNN GGGHHH HHHAAA AAG GGG HHH!"
With a final squatting thrust, she convulsed spasmodically and clasped her arms all the more tightly around the man's up-thrust knees as her wildly delirious climax rampaged uncontrolled through her shuddering body.
Andrew, beneath her, was very close to his own release. But as her orgasm overwhelmed Jo Ann, she stopped moving for a moment, and as a result stopped her cuntal massage of his hard cock. He had to do something in a hurry or feel a certain suffering.
He quickly straightened out his legs, and the lovely blonde found herself falling forward. He pushed her off him for a moment and brought her up on her knees as he had done when he had fucked her lovely ass. But this time when his strong hands gripped her hips, he sank his cock right back into the sticky wetness of her sucking cunt. He was desperate in his need for a climax. Though he had fired uncounted spurts into her cunt with previous orgasms, there was something so special about this womanly girl that Andrew felt he had to have more. By now, he knew she was the one female in the whole world of whom he would never get too tired.
He slammed his cock achingly into the wet pink slit of her teeming pussy, rocking it back and forth, in and out, paying no attention to her muffled moans, not realizing she was gasping with delight for he was building her to yet another orgasm with the intensity of his hard strokes. He was like some insane wild bull fucking madly into her, intent on coming.
"Jo Ann, Jo Ann, Jo Ann!" he gasped, calling out her name repeatedly, in love with it as much as he was in love with her. "Your hot cunt is like steaming velvet and I love it!"
Overpoweringly, drivingly, he continued goring her with his flesh-horn, his cock fucking into her tightly squeezing cunt with an insane determination, his powerful thrusts jarring her kneeling young body with flesh-slapping, bone-crushing cruelty. After several continuous moments of this, he felt his orgasm welling up inside him, searing his urethra like acid as it traveled madly through the twitching phallus. The organ was so swollen with blood, it felt ready to crack in a dozen places. Hot sperm raced the full length of his cock and then spewed from the tip of his jerking rod, spouting into her narrow container, a container with walls that reacted like an automatic milking machine, pulling, tugging, and sucking.
"HHHHHA AAAAUUU UUUAAA AAAAGGG GGHHHH UUUUUN NNNNNG GGGHHH AAA-GGG AAARRR GGG GGH HHUUUU NNNGGG GGG HHHWWW AAAGGG GGHHHH!" he bellowed as he came, wildly pumping his phallic length into her tight little pussy again and again.
He kept it in there until it wilted, and only then did her pull it out. Much to his surprise, she turned around and began licking him clean. Jo Ann did it because she had cultivated a taste for sperm in the last week, but Andrew thought she was doing it out of subservience to him, and his ego inflated all the more.
When she was finished, he said, "Well, maybe you're right. Maybe it might be a good idea for us to go into the city. But the shows don't start until the evening."
"Well," she whispered coquettishly, "we might go shopping and find some nice little things for me to wear around the house to make me look even better for you."
"We might," he agreed.