Chapter 3
A-Hole Lotta Shaking
"Loretta-that fucking bitch! I knew she'd be a big fucking pain-in-the-ass when I found out my parents were leaving her in charge of my sister while they were away on vacation. My cousin's always been like that. But when I caught her trying to scarf up on my sister's box-I'd come home from the service station where I work early and caught her trying to put the make on Donna-well, SHIT! Fucking pissed me off. I turned the whole show around on her and showed her what she was. Gave her a pain-in-the-ass like she'd never felt before.
"Yeah, when I caught that bitch putting the moves on my little sister that day, I just about blew it. LO-retta ... fuck. I made her pay-man, did I ever make her pay.
"The folks had taken off on a two-week vacation, leaving my cousin in charge of Donna, my twelve-year-old kid sister. Me, I was working at this gas station during the days so's I couldn't keep an eye on Donna. So my folks arrange it so that Loretta, my redheaded, no-brained cousin from 'cross town is to look after her while they are gone.
"I never have dug her too much. She was a good-looking redhead just a few months younger than me-let's see, yeah. I'd just had my seventeenth birthday and hers was a couple of months later. But she was a real bitch, a cock teaser who brought trouble with her everywhere she went.
"So this one day, just a few days after my folks split, I come home early from my job. And what the fuck do I see? That fucking bitch Loretta trying to put the make on my goddamned little sister. That really tightened my jaws. I knew she was a sneaky motherfucker, but doing this lez number on Donna-I mean, what can I say?
"She really hadn't gotten very far with her act, but later I found that she'd been scheming on it for a whileu But when I walked in on her and caught her sticky fingers trying to get the plum out of the pie she'd been baking in her mouth-I fucking about blew it. She was there in the kitchen, doing some phony den mother cookbook routine on Donna's head. But just the minute she went for a merit badge, her grabby fingers spinning the web by reaching up under Donna's apron to try and cook up the real menu on her mind, I come in.
"One shot and I cool her with the evil eye. Must've been real scary-she fucking about jumped right back to her mother's skin. Original package job. She didn't say a word, just drained white and shook like a bare wire. I quick caught control of the situation, otherwise I might have blown the bitch off for keeps right then. But before I put her ass on ice, I reined my temper down to a cold stop, just letting the evil eye keep her squirming.
"Sis-she don't know what's coming off. As far as she could tell, that nasty bogey bitch had just been reaching out to flick a fly off. ... Well, who the fuck knows but her? But that's my fucking sister she was messing with, and nobody pulls that shit off when I'm around. Dig-twelve years old, right? Yeah, sure, I was balling backseat then myself, but like with her it's different. Understand that.
"I got right enough in my head to set up a deal for Donna, having her get the okay to go over to a friend's down the block. All the time I'm on the phone, old Loretta is dying in the corner, sitting there in the chair where I told her to park her ass. After the okay is given, Donna goes out looking kinda mixed up, but taking it in stride since she didn't pick up on what was really going down in the first place.
"Now that the kid is covered, I go over and put the whammy on Loretta, just watching her wriggle around at the end of my line. After I feel the proper formula's been mixed, the silence so loud that Loretta's practically chewing on the air to fend off its screaming, I proceed with the mix to fix the bitch. I had to like get my shit together after that first flash of hate burned my head. Now I could give her all the rope she needed for a slow hanging. My tacks were all sharpened on the flintstone of my vengeance-but the silver dagger would be sheathed as my ace-in-the-hole. Only it would be her hole where I'd lay the trump card, tucked away behind my zipper.
"I waggled my finger, not saying a word, having her come over to me. It was my kitchen and she was just passing through. Now she'd have to sit down on it, pay the dues for hanging those big green eyes on my sister. Her fake was strictly highway forgery, but she'd pulled off the asphalt into my parking lot and tried to lay the wrong paper on the wrong dude.
"She was turning so many different ways as she flitted over to where I was standing, like a moth trapped between a cocoon and a flame, not knowing anything but plain fear. Man, her instincts were up her ass and she didn't know it-just shook herself sideways and snaky over to me, not knowing if it was start or finish, larva or moth dust.
"She pulled into the wrong station to be driving a runaway car. I was gonna fill her up with just what she'd asked for, no matter how much she might try and deny it. She wouldn't just drive away from here with a handful of stamps.
"I sat down on one of the kitchen chairs, turning it away from the table. I lit a cigarette, feeling like a Nazi Superspy who'd just trapped a Deb Matta Hari leaving her den. As she stood in front of me, ghost-gray framed in red flames, I puffed coolly on my smoke, fingering it theatrically to help promote her paranoia.
"Then-ZZZZZOPPP! I reach out and grab one frail white hand, jerking her off balance, her jelly-puff knees viced in between my legs. I give her a quick peel with my eyes, knowing that I can put some color back into that drained body of hers-turn her gray freckles back into brown, her white skin back to pink. Pink like she'd never known.
"Her jaw starts rattling like a kid robbed of its first candy bar, her lips vainly sucking like wet tissue paper at each other trying to hide. But I knew that she couldn't get there from here. Not until I crammed her so full of cock that she'd have to shit sideways for a week.
"So I toy with her, drawing my cigarette prop close to the trembling hand I'm clamping down on, enjoying the way I've finally got the cunt who'd pushed me into the cesspool they'd been filling in over at the H-s clear back in the second grade or so. Now it was her turn to try and tread in the shit swamp and try and get air.
"This was all for show, you understand. Yeah, I was pissed and coming down heavy on her case-with JUSTIFICATION, sure. Not just the incident when we were kids, not just her false move on Donna. ... Just because she was fucking LO-retta: dirty, funky, low-down Loretta. Now I'd get a chance to show her how it felt, give her just a glimpse at what a drag she could be. But at the same time, I could savor the best of her-that juicy body that was shaking so nice underneath that delicate, thin cotton that was all between her and invisibility.
"I dipped the cigarette down at her nearly transparent hand, the glow of the tip threatening to singe the blue-veined leaf even from the several inches of space between the objects. I held it for a second, then jerked it away, stubbing it out in the ashtray, her eyes following it like vapor trails. But I was going to do more than smoke her out of her hole. It was time for the fire.
"Now was the fire, and she'd just have to find out you don't have to burn up in smoke while looking down at it. Time for her to find out that it really didn't have to hurt. That she was really human. C'mon down, Loretta, the boys are shaking your tree. And that fruit hanging from it isn't as rotten as you think.
"And a little hurt, too. Just so she could get through her phony imagination and see how it was to get it in person. I pull her down to her knees, applying just enough pressure with my hand and eye movements to guide her. She knows better than to cross me-her mouth still trying to clasp onto a voice, her eyes trying to fend off the scene with a negative. But she just knows that somebody's up-fronted her trip and's about to fill her in on all the details.
"I have this impulse to slap that pretty little birdface as it gazes up at me from its rightful place, but I hold back. Up front pain isn't my scene. Just showing her enough of her own so that when I ease it, she'll know just WHO did it. So I let go of her wrist, calmly wrap a lock of that flaming hair in my hands, give just a slight tug to get her attention. With my other hand I unzip my fly, pulling my pecker out and flopping it down on the edge of the chair. It's about half-hard-fitting reaction to a half-assed show. So far.
"'There it is LO-retta,' I tell her in the calmest manner possible. Cold enough to let her know that she's in the eye of the storm and if she didn't do just what I wanted she'd be hit by the biggest fucking tornado she'd ever felt. Minor league dust devil that she was.
"I pull her hair down so that her eyes bow to the object which I am calling out for her to lay her sacrifice upon. Which is, to bring it out of the TV set and into Live Color, a lot of bullshit ways of saying it was time for her to get down to sucking cock.
"She stares at it dumbly, watching it grow in her face. 'It ain't a vegetable, babe, so you'd better get it NOW. No second chances."
"Whether it was implied threat of my unspoken or else, or the nerve touched off inside her own wasted time vault, she moved to it. Rose-pink color filled her cheeks as she came alive and responded to her true function. Four hands, scrambling and whirling, were preparing the offering. Reaching through the grease of my uniform to get to the gun. Ripping at the thin top of her blouse, opening a new atmosphere, lifting the clouds. Importance and significance gave way to hot flesh touching hot flesh. The ice water flowing through our veins was as it always was ... blood. Warmed by the temporary comfort of getting beyond the point.
"Somebody had to keep control, so I left one channel open for thought ... the right thought-straight ahead. It leaped up into her mouth to free her from doing the uncomfortable task of filling her own empty tank. I led her to it, letting her lips pay tribute to my superiority-this bitch who'd had me down, playing it out right. Getting my head straight.
"She was a lizzard queen, bending down to flick a forking tongue at the tips of my nerves, all of them sent down the hard track of my growing meat. She fed at me like a leech: blood-sucking reptile surviving on my mammal flap. I teased at her, drawing back as she'd try to take too much into her jaws at once in her ignorance of natural time. She had to know that this was no dead carcass for vultures and jackals-this was the real thing. And no matter how hard she might try and deny it later, there was this moment-and she was really no vulture, no leech. This meat was live.
"I had to really pace her timing, 'cause she was coming on fast. Been in a cage too long. She ran her now-steady fingers up around the base of my cock, pulling at the hairs on my balls, then kneading against them like a kitten just weaned. I ran my hands down her shoulders, around her neck and ears, her temples. My touch became lighter with each visitation ... letting her know how to respond to my timing, and she slowly opened her windows and began to give into my demands.
"As the natural timing began to take over her urgency, she went into the automatic responses she'd lost. Her voice returned, purring and humming a tone poem on my cock, sending its song up through my spine. Her attentions became more respective of my needs, her fingers gliding more smoothly, then squeezing for a moment, then falling. Breathing. As simple as that.
"Now I could relax my thinking, having taught the pace to this bitch. Of course, there was always that other channel, the one that just is there if you've got balls. Unless you control your bitch, she'll eat you alive. But that instinct took over, letting me enjoy her submission to me, the knowledge that I had her in tow for now.
"Her tongue rolled around the tender underside of my head, her teeth nipping at the shaft. I grabbed the roots of her twirling hair to push her farther down over my cock. There was little to show her-the natch took over. The ugliness had been lost in the clearness of her actions. Breasts swaying beneath her, slapping against the insides of my thighs at the fulcrum of their sway. Eyes lidded to give her sight. Her neck muscles, the facial expressions, the way she breathed, were all in harmony as they began to synchronize.
"It wasn't so bad after all.
"Loretta, bitch that she was and ever will be, was caught in that moment of being a woman. Her cheeks puffed balloons around my thick shaft as she fucked her face on it, centering her shifting gravity on the base of my cock with her hand. She went through a series of fast motions, nearly gagging herself in her attempt to take it all down at once, reaching her toleration, then retreating to a slower pace, sliding down the circumference to the tip where she plied a subtler technique to the more tender receptors.
"The series continued, me sliding and bumping down towards the edge of the chair, her steady ministrations drawing the truth out of my own belly. I tried to fend it off, making her work for it, but my muscles were ripping apart between my mind's futility and my body's command. It was hurting too much to hold off that long. Shelter. And still the bitch sucked, completing the circle, drawing me down, down, down. Where? Earth.
"I'm clutching on, my knees knocking against her ribs, my hands tied onto her ears. And she's taking it all-swallowing and breathing, sucking every drop from me. What she couldn't or wouldn't take, poured down my spent prick, trickled through my hairs, down my thighs. And she had me.
"One quick flash from her eyes, just for that instant. The weakness was communicated. The weakness and the power forever. Past turned into meaningless ramblings. But for that one moment-no words. Satisfied.
"But then, her running hands crept gently around my waist and thighs, one big green eye looking up at me-looking, looking, looking until it was time to go again. And then it's in search of satisfaction again. Can't be satisfied. But might as well have another go at it, just to get to that point where no fucking logic prints its ad.
"So to avoid the same old record, we flipped it over to the other side. As long as it could get stuck in a groove, then we'd have something. First, I had to reacquaint Loretta with my identity. She was looking too smug down there, like a cat who had eyes for taking over my jungle. It was time to call out for the garbage can-only, I, ah, try to call it a honey barge. I'd rather not call it anything, but that look of hers, green cunt flecked in rust-well, shit. Ass-high's about as far as I can allow that to rise.
"So I just had to put it back to where it came from, motherfucker that I am. After all, she'd shared a lot of shit with me in the past-time to return the favor.
"Now that my strength was back, I didn't feel like fooling with the bitch. Not with the way she was looking so fucking fat about the situation. I just took in all the normal routes with my eyes-figuring my fingers could test out all that skin later. And those nice little titties of hers looked awful good-but, fuck her! She didn't deserve it. I still had cause and reason on my side. So before my mind flopped the other way, I had to put it to action. Tight asshole and all that other shit. I nodded with my head at her to get up and get ready, but she delayed-this smile coming out of her eye. Jesus Christ-I could've smacked her then. It wasn't funny. Instead, I reached down and pulled her head from its leaning post, pointing with my thumb at my chest.
"'See that, Loretta?' I told her, thumbing at my greasy uniform shirt. 'Right there above my pocket?' And the bitch is only faking the wide eyes now. 'Bill-right?' That was my name, I swear it was. It said so in red script, circled by blue-stitched mock borders. Ironed it right on. Got a patch on all my uniforms-all of them say Bill. Except once when I found Brad's in my drawer-a mixup, you understand. Gave it back right away-don't want to talk about it.
"She was getting wider-eyed and looking too fucking smug, so I'd just have to pull her off her goddamned ego trip. She had a lot of fucking nerve. So I grab her and jerk her to her feet, jumping up myself, and drag her over to the stove. I get a real good look at her body, now flecked with pink, broken only by those tight brown shorts.
"'Take those fucking clothes off,' I tell her. She takes those fucking clothes off. I had to leave mine on-at least my shirt, since that was all I had on anyway. But when I got a gawk at that cooze of hers I almost forgot who I was. But it was on my shirt-stitched right on there: Bill. That's me.
"Well? her eyes ask me, still laughing, mocking. Pisses me off. This wasn't Mother, May I? This was a real grown-up adult game. Balling the jack. Or one of those. Some people call it fucking.
"So before I got too far from what was happening, I have Loretta bend over the stove, her tits mashed down on the burners, ass waving up at me. Loretta goes along with everything without fighting it, but her attitude is real defiant.
"I didn't really want it to turn out this way, but I had the gottas and wanted-let's say, needed-to get this finished. If I didn't put this bitch down, I had the feeling I'd have to spend my life doing it over and over again.
"Loretta leaned her head over her shoulder, green-eyed, and stared right through me. Very antisocial child. So the same thing to her. Unbelievable. Okay, Loretta. If that's the way you want it-well, shit. I don't know what it means to you, bitch, but the nose KNOWS. Sideways bitch. I'd have to change my strategy. Put it up her ass.
"So I lined up the old pole and sighted in on that round prune above her furry crotch. I had her spread her legs a little and bent my legs so I had it positioned just right. My cock was nice and slippery from the head she'd given me, so I nudged it up to the tight ring of her asshole and began to rub it around, my hand stroking my shaft nice and hard.
"Moving my head against the hole, I tested it, allowing the spongy surface to give until the point of my hardness began to render her sphincter open. Loretta gave out a sharp cry when she felt me going in the backway, surprised that I was doing this to her. I could tell it was hurting her.
"'That HURTS!' she yelped, practically jumping on top of the stove.
"'You asked for it, bitch,' I tell her, pinioning her wriggling body down with my free arm, then snaring her on the end of my rod like a piece of paper on a spindle. I lunged hard, and the pressure gave way, the tight ring dilating under the power of my thrust.
"Once I was past the tight door, I slipped in nice and easy, my cock sheathed in her shitter nice and warm. The surface felt sort of tacky-like gritty. I don't like sloppy cunts-make me slide out too easy. Can get a better grip on an asshole.
"Loretta was finding out that it was right down to the wire now, flapping around like a fresh-caught fish on a pier. I just start moving in and out nice and slow, tearing away at her ass tissues while she squirms over the stove, beating her fists on the top-THUMP, THUMP.
"But as I keep up the steady tempo, increasing the speed as I build the length of my strokes, she begins to give in to the idea that this might be fun after all. I can feel her ass walls getting slick, giving her enough lube so that it doesn't hurt so much. She's thrashing her head all around and going crazy, but I don't see any of those smug green eyes flashing at me now. She's got them closed tight, moaning out all kinds of nice things like 'Bill,' and 'Ooooohhhhh, baby,' and 'Mmmmmmmmmmm, fuck me fuck me FUCK MEEEEEEE!'
"And did I ever. Slamming my cock in and out of her poopchute as hard and fast as I can, pulling out to the tip and then driving it home to the hilt, I give Loretta the ass-reaming of her life. I'm running my hands all up and down her sides, pinching and squeezing at her sides and hips, watching as her body flattens against the irregular contours of the stove.
"I really had her then. She just is nothing but a moaning animal now-paying her dues for having such big eyes. Her knees are knocking against the stove as she gives in to a nice big come. About then, I feel the tightness of my own guts giving out-my nuts swollen and aching, ready to let fly. I slow my stroke just a bit, making sure that Loretta knows who's in charge, then I ram home as hard and fast as I can, grabbing onto her sides and digging in with my hands to hold on-'cause here it comes. I let go with a big wad and another and another, until my own knees get quaking. But not enough that she knows. She knew who was boss for sure now."
Bill's testimony illustrates his rather narrow view of the female sexuality, the view that is so often debunked by the Women's Liberation movement. While the eternal male-female polarity is witnessed in his testimony, he does illustrate a basic naivete of human emotions and a rather jaundiced view that seems to exclude the feelings of others. While he did have motivation upon his side (Loretta's lesbian overtures towards his sister), he utilized it to justify his own behavior, showing a basic morality conflict that caused him to have to prove himself. His self-righteousness in dealing with others is merely a way of transfering his own guilt-feelings to another, a mode that is temporary at best, and must be reenforced.
To compound the situation of Bill's problem is the fact that Loretta is his cousin, adding to the potential guilt involved in his relationship. While not so closely involved as the incestuous relationship discussed in the preceding chapter, Bill and Loretta both display a more unsure and guilt-prone attitude, once again showing that to understand the factors involved in individual circumstances can alter the overall picture. While such generalizations are useful in drawing up a framework of reference for psychologists and other researchers into the field of human dynamics to effect a cure or alter any given pattern of behavior, the individual's own peculiar problems must be weighed more heavily.
Probably more closely associated to the pattern of Bill and his cousin's behavior is the factor of sadomasochistic tendencies displayed by both participants. While neither show overt sadomasochism, that is, there is no fetishistic substitution such as implements of flagellation for instance, the mental patterns of both represent something closely akin to such a phenomenon. While Bill's actions tend towards sadism and Loretta's towards masochism, researchers have found this form of inversion is often deceptive; that is the sadist, in classical form, must have some form of masochistic empathy towards his sexual object and vice versa.
Actually, Loretta shows a greater tendency towards masochism than Bill towards sadism. While she is not a true masochist in the strict sense of the word, women by nature having a traditionally passive role, her behavior shows traces of lesbianism, an inversion that develops along the same lines as sadomasochism. Yet, we must emphasize the participants' ages in our considerations here: neither one has reached a level of maturation.
Anal partialism, while not sadomasochistic in the majority of cases, can sometimes be linked to such an urge. While Bill's aggressive attempt to acertain his masculinity touches only upon the borderline of a mental form of sadism, and Loretta's pattern, too, is more psychic than physical, it may be interesting to develop the correlation of such a tendency and its relationship to analism. Wilhelm Stekel, in his classic study, Sadism and Masochism, offers some such insight:
The infantile character of the sadomasochist's performance is obvious from the fact that it is a game. The paraphilliac, whether substituting fetishistic matter or exhibiting such forms of behavior as sodomy, makes this game of fantasy a sexual goal. The meaning of the regression is, however: I am a child again and all life stands before me.
Regarding the association of homosexuality, which in itself often represents sodomy (such as analism), to sadomasochistic tendencies, he goes on:
It lies in the nature of bipolarity that there is no sadism without masochism and no masochism without sadism. All psychic manifestations depend upon this twofold capacity for reaction. The question therefore which force is primary would be superfluous. Nevertheless, it has certain significance. ... The nature of the bipolarity is such that all reactions in the love life must manifest themselves negatively and positively. Fear and desire, disgust and longing, hate and love, are the most familiar forms of expression. Bisexuality itself is the eloquent manifestation of bipolarity.
While we once again stress that Bill and Loretta's incestuous analism only borders upon sadomasochistic, the occasion giving much circumstantial foundation to the involvement, the mental aspects of their sexuality does represent a similar pattern to that of the more classic forms of sadism and masochism. After their initial sexual union, however, Bill does go on to continue his psychic dominance over Loretta. While she readily accepts her submissive role to his will, Bill's inner conflicts continue to vacillate, as his narrative indicates.
"After I got everything straight with Loretta, I decided to continue to string her out. My old man and old lady wouldn't be home for over a week, so I figured I could just play it out, keeping her towing the line for a while. The only thing that screwed the whole thing up was that my folks came back early, before I had a chance to decide how to put an end to it. That turned the entire scene around on me.
"After our first little get-together, I waited a couple of days before I put any moves on her again. I didn't even say anything to her, except of course to let her know what I'd do to her if she made any more moves on Donna. She knew better-I could tell just by looking at her that she was completely under my thumb. All I had to do was lay the old eveil eye on her and she would practically wilt under my gaze.
"As far as Donna was concerned, she really didn't know what was happening. I was keeping Loretta all strung out on anticipation, giving her a cold shot over the supper table, or little things like that, just to remind her that I had her life in my hands. She was really getting crazy behind the whole scene, wondering what I'd finally decide to do with her-if I'd slam it to her all of a sudden, or if I'd wait and cop out to her folks or mine. Pretty scary.
"But on the Friday night after everything had gone down, I put a little reminder on her. Well-it was more than just a little reminder. It put her straight, gave us a little relief of the situation, but still left her in suspense as to what I was going to do later on. Shit, I didn't even know myself then, so every single time she tried to bring it up, I'd shut her mouth in a hurry.
"Donna was in bed that night, and I decided to watch a little TV. Loretta'd been sleeping in, since it was such a long way to her house. She'd been washing the dishes, and when they were done, she came on out into the living room on her way to the bedroom.
"She had on a pair of short fucking shorts, and this loose shirt, the kind like a guy wears, that showed she had no bra on. Her neat little cone-shaped titties were just bobbing around so nice and inviting ... fuck, I forgot all about what was on television.
"'Loretta,' I called out, emphasizing the first syllable the way I used to when I'd taunt her back when we were kids. Now she knew that it meant she'd better jump. Her turn in the shit-house now. So she comes over and stands in front of me, all wide-eyed and expectant, wondering what the fuck is coming off.
"'Take your duds off, Lo,' I order.
"She hesitates for just a second, so I squint my left eye like some bad-assed movie hombre, and pin her big almond-shaped jade eyes right in the middle. ZOP-she gets the message, a big old little-girl pout suggested on her bottom lip, her brow furrowing as she arches her plucked eyebrows up towards her hairline.
"Shit, what a fucking gas. Sitting there watching Loretta put on a show for me. Felt like one of them sultans that runs one of them harems over there in pinko country, or wherever the fuck it is. Know what I mean?
"My mouth is just about drooling as I watch her strip off her shirt blouse, that nice soft pink skin rippling with brown-freckled fawn spots. Those nice firm little tits of hers jiggling firmly from her rib cage like two snow cones with a cherry on top.
"But it continues. She snags her thumbs into those tight shorts after unZIIIIIPPPing the fly, tugging at them hard, her hips swaying back and forth like a belly dancer as she sheds the tight cloth like a snake. As she bends over to wriggle them down past her knees, kicking them off her toes, I almost reach out and cop a feel at her tits, swaying down above the floor, heavily elongated by her struggles.
"No panties this time. Just the whiter than white soft covering of skinny fat of her lower belly and thighs. Her tight muscles ripple as she stands back up, the furry pad of her triangle centered nicely by her thighs. I suck in a deep breath of air and just STARE for a few seconds, her eyes inviting me to have some mercy.
"So it was time to show her some. I ripped my cock out of my pants, then ripped my pants off. Why I did it in that order I'll never tell. I'm just that kinda guy-name's just plain Bill. But it didn't say so on my shirt this time-didn't have one on. Down to basic flesh.
"And that's the part that's hard to understand, but so easy to do. If you're a doer.
"I flopped back down on the chair and told her to do the same. There was no room for her to come and sit by my side, so I had her sit in my lap. The coming would come later. At least that was the general idea.
"Same song, one-million and first verse. But if you're going to reopen an account, having a girl around's one of the best ways to do it, I always say. I always say a lot of things, though, so you'd better watch yourself.
"Little old Loretta, frozen by the suspense, was more than ready to thaw out her nerves. And other parts unmentionable in some areas. I'll mention those later, too. In fact, now-tits and ass ... and those other parts. I was in charge of one of the main 'other parts,' namely, my cock. It was about six inches high and rising hard. And I was about to part her right down the middle of her road.
"Split level.
"But this wasn't going to be any divided highway. We'd have to get it on in the same direction. A one-lane blacktop job paved in asphalt.
"So I edge forward on the chair, my cock rising faster than the mercury in a thermometer just taken out of a deep freeze in Death Valley. I have Loretta come up to me and turn around. I reach out and let my fingers trace over her hips as she turns them. Bitch that she is, she's sure got a fine little body on her. That pelvic bone jutting out like a jaw, those tiny hairs dancing over the tightly stretched skin between the bones, those nicely plump white asscheeks, tucked in clefts over the back of her thighs-shit, I was ready to explode my guts before she even sat on my pecker.
"Once she'd turned around, her head half-cocked over her shoulder to look down and get instructions from me, I clasp my hands around her hips and pull her closer to me, adjusting my body as far forward on the chair as possible. Before getting on with the ass-reaming, though, I can't resist pushing my face forward and sinking my nose in between those nice plump pillows, inhaling a deep whiff of her juicy ass and cunt vapors.
"'Wha-what'cha doooooing?' asks Loretta, her auburn hair flying across her shoulders as she jumps around under the tickling sensation my breathing is giving her pubic hairs. I don't answer stupid questions that are so obvious, just whiff in some more of the pungent damp air in her furrow. She's got a slick sheen of sweat on her body from doing the dishes, and it adds to the funky aroma.
"'Whatever's right,' I tell her, withdrawing my nose from her account. For I'd soon be making a deposit of another nature-one that'd make us both richer.
"Telling her to get ready for the main event, I have her spread her legs and lower herself slowly, real slowly, over my lap. For insurance, knowing the potential catastrophe if that bitch gets an idea of getting cute and slamming her fanny down hard on my cock, I keep a firm grip on her waist.
"But she wasn't looking to get silly with me-she knew who was in control and didn't want to push her luck. Besides, even if she didn't want to let me know it, I was aware that she was just as eager to get that cock rammed up her asshole as I was to give it to her. So she settled down nice and easy, her thighs pressing against my knees to cushion the support. Sitting right down on cousin Bill's lap, but I wouldn't be reading her any fairy tales or kid shit like that. Her tail was about to get crammed with something they don't put in those books. She was going to sit on my lap for a wild ride that'd have very little to do with Mother Goose. Or even storks.
"She was about to get goosed by my greasy glider. Throw out the books and kick out the jams. Loretta was about to get her jelly rolled in the best way possible. Through direct and instant contact.
"After some stunting around for positioning, Loretta was ready for further studies in the field of backyard philosophy. She'd hooked her legs around the sides of my legs, her weight now being balanced on the balls of her feet as well as her hands that she spread on my kneecaps. But the main place her weight would be resting was my flanged cockhead. Her asscheeks spread wide and thin as she lowered the cleft down over my waiting meat. I let her shift her weight so she could help me out, taking one hand from her hip to grab my cock to help guide it in.
"As I couldn't move too well in my sitting position, I merely let her back down to my dagger, my hand merely doing the more intricate movements necessary for a successful docking. It was a hot night and both of us were pretty sweaty, so there was no need for any vaseline. But just to make the going a little easier, especially since my cock and balls were the ones that'd suffer if we blew the entry, I ran a couple of fingers into her groove and smeared the moisture around the tip of my throbbing cockhead.
"And now, slowly and gently, I let her rear back down so that her tightly puckered little asshole was just touching my spongy meat. An electric spark sent shudders through our bodies, but we managed to hang on since we both wanted the windows to blow open.
"She held for a second, her weight pressing down harder on my rod, causing it to bend slightly to the left, but I was able to squirm my ass around enough to keep the pressure on that tight ring of hers. I'd decided to take this time out for recreation and intended to get my pencil sharpened, not broken. Easy does it, Lo!
"And finally, after several tentative lockings, her ass ring came spiraling open, letting my head sink in and get ready for the cocking I was going to give her. Once in, she sank down easily on my cock, the weight of her body helping to drive it home faster in this position. She let out a long satisfying aaaahhhhh as my meat slid into her stall, running clear down to the base of my cock. I let out a low moan myself as I felt the weight of her slippery assflesh press down on my balls, giving them a pleasant ache.
"I placed my hand back up on her waist and got ready to settle back in my easy chair and let her ride. She'd have to do most of the work in this position, my ass being pinned down to the chair by her. But she just sat there, hesitating, dumb cunt that she cane be sometimes. Sat there like a whole ream of papers on a spindle-so I had to prompt her out of the post position.
"'Giddeupppp, bitch!' I shouted at her, giving her a sharp pinch on the skin above her kidneys to spur her out of the gate. She responded, proving she was a seasoned jockey. She was just trying to play the part of a skittish mare, trying to test me. But when she started running, she ran like a full thoroughbred.
"She starts slow, checking her weight distribution,-then begins plopping up and down in my lap in a hard run for the wire. She really gets to working out, as I run my hands up and down her sleek flanks to stabilize her ride, pumping and jerking as my cock moves in and out of her channel. But Loretta gets a little rambunctious and bounces up to high, my cock popping out....
"FUCK-she comes down on my cock and bends it sideways! Oh, shit, does it hurt. The dumb bitch does a couple of more bounces on it, not realizing that she'd pulled free of my meat. Oh, you stupid bitch, I'm thinking. But all I can do is moan outwardly for a second.
"As soon as my aching and reeling head can get some of its strength back, I reach up around her rib cage and squeeze her right tit real hard between my thumb and forefinger.
"'Ouch, baby,' she pleads.
"'Dumb cunt,' is my comeback.
"But no further arguments. She knew where she'd fucked up-or more like it, unfucked-the situation, and both of us were too hot and heavy after our load dumpings to sit and argue over it. I just had her settle back down over my cock, plopped it in, then let her asshole smoothe away the wound. She went at it a little more gently this time, breaking her regular up-and-down gait at intervals to roll around in a circular motion like a corkscrew. It was no time at all before I forgot the pain of our little spill.
"Well, she just gets those hips of hers cranking up and down, playing at my shaft like a wildcat rig. Sucking me off like a brass pump. It isn't too long before I can feel my guts getting all hot and full of a real strike. And then the oil gets tapped, Loretta's ass milking my load off but good. Turns out to be a real wild fuck.
"There were lots of other times we got it together during the next few days while my parents were on vacation. I had that bitch humping for me, although, I'll have to admit, she gave me a pretty good go for my money. And yet, the day was drawing close when my folks would be back. I didn't want to cut off the good thing I had going, but if I didn't figure out just how I'd handle it, I just knew in the back of my mind that old Loretta might beat me to the punch. You know, turn everything around on me and get my ass in hot water.
"I let it pass though, not really sure what to do. It was the day before my folks'd get back, and I was getting in as much time as possible. Donna was out, so when I spotted Loretta coming out of the shower I decided to grab her and get off a quickie. Pulled her into the bedroom and got to it. Took her towel off and jumped on her bare ass.
"So we didn't waste any time with the first few steps-we'd already graduated. I just grabbed a big gob of goop out of the vaseline jar, dipped my cockhead in it, smeared the rest around her ring, had her bend over the end of the divan, then grabbed her around the waist, guided my cock up to said asshole with my hand, pressed hard, then, and then-she let a big fart that made her ass quiver around my quaking cock. I sneezed. In that order.
"But I wanted to blow my nose up her ass, so I didn't let a little broken wind run down my nose. I'd just suck back the snot and swallow it-see if I could make it shoot out of the end of my cock when I blew my load up her ass. Which I was now in, straining past her spitting sphincter. I didn't even get the usual resistance from her tacky ass walls. Her walls were slippery. But my cock just puffed out proud and got itself a good grip in that tight and hot tunnel.
"Just as I started moving and grooving it to her-I FEEL THIS COLD STEEL IN MY BACK. I turn around and see that it's Mom and Dad, Mom poking her umbrella tip sharply into my back, making a comeback for Women's Lib. Fuck! Back a day early from vacation.
"But the weird thing is that I was so close to coming I couldn't hold it back. The shock of seeing them might've even rushed it a bit. My cock pops out of Loretta's tight asshole and starts shooting off all over the place, come drops falling all over Loretta's pink body, the sheets-everywhere. All the time, my old lady's beating at my back with the umbrella and yelling some really hysterical shit. Sure blew a hole in my plans, that's no fucking shit!"
The abrupt end to Bill's semi-enslavement of his cousin came to a sudden end with the return of his parents. While his later disclosure to them concerning Loretta's attempted rape of Donna did soften their outrage somewhat, they did not feel it in any way condoned his later liberties taken with his cousin. They decided to enter him into psychotherapy, a decision also followed by Loretta's parents when they found of her involvement in the sexual ventures.
Therapy, thus far, has had a good effect upon Bill. He has been made to see some of the disparity between his so-called "self-righteousness" and his sexual indiscretions. By getting to the roots of his early guilt feelings, he has begun to rechannel his thinking and no longer holds the somewhat chauvinistic attitudes he previously displayed.
However, in Loretta's case therapy has been somewhat slower in accomplishing recovery. The girl, much more prone to a variety of sexual deviations, analism being only one of them, is much more structured in her thinking, thus providing more defense barriers to avoid getting at the real issue. Her case may take more time, if, indeed, she wishes to understand her problems and to effect a cure.