Chapter Twenty-One
Some of the joy of her vacation seemed to be gone and during the balance of the weeks while she juggled Frank, Billy, Uncle Jack and Wilbur and tried to keep Aunt Martha from getting suspicious-and she had to give Tony some her life was running away with her.
A lot of nights after the parade through her bedroom, Sally Jean had decided to do something that had been nagging her all along. Waiting until long after lights went out in the big house, Sally Jean had crept down the hallway to Wilbur's room and let herself in.
"What are you doing here?" he asked, sitting up in bed.
Asked a direct question, Sally gave a direct answer. "I've come to fuck you."
Wilbur couldn't pretend that that wasn't the answer he wanted to hear. At the words his penis had pranced above the bed covers and leered cheerfully at Sally Jean.
In a moment Sally Jean was on top of him, pressing him down as she began to sixty-nine with her oldest cousin. His cock was big and hard and suckable. But somehow, Sally Jean wasn't getting the thrill she'd had the first time she'd sixty-nined. Even when Wilbur's tongue laced into her tight pussy and twisted and wound around and started her temperature rising, it still wasn't there. It was unreachable, it seemed.
But that didn't really matter. Sally Jean had promised she was going to do something for her cousin-and she was going to do it. After all, she knew she loved hers strong, quiet cousin and there were only so many things she could do for him.
After she felt she was wet enough, she settled her crotch down on his waist and slid his cock straight up her vagina. She had to squeal while she did it, he was so big and then she gritted her teeth as she started a combination sliding-rocking motion that made his penis fill her slot to overflowing.
In a moment she was feeling wonderful again. The heat of his penis driving through her fleshy depths felt good. In fact, it felt sensational. Harder and harder she drove against him and finally she felt it happening: his cock was getting tighter and harder in her twat.
"I'm going to come," Wilbur said desperately. "I've got to get it out."
"No," Sally said. "This time we do it my way...."
Knowing what was coming, Sally Jean hunched down hard on Wilbur's belly. Her cunt swallowed his cock to the roots and gripped it even as the boy began his convulsive orgasm.
"I'm coming," Wilbur screamed in ecstasy as he discovered for once that he couldn't interrupt that final pleasure and that he could feel his cock squirt against the silky walls of his cousin's smooth vaginal walls.
Sally Jean soared with him and enjoyed his hard come. Not as much as the first time she'd felt a cock spurt inside her, she reminded herself. But she did enjoy it. She would have enjoyed it more, too, if when she looked up she hadn't seen Uncle Jack standing in the doorway.
Her uncle's face was twisted in a mask of outraged fury and he slowly began taking off his belt.
"No, no, Uncle Jack," Sally Jean cried out loud. "Punish me. Not Wilbur."
"Get to your room," her uncle said sternly. "I'll settle with you later."
Wilbur had asked her to go too. It would be better that way, he said. And then Sally Jean had stood outside Wilbur's bedroom door and sobbed as she heard the hard swish of the belt and the rifle-like crack as it connected with flesh.
Wilbur didn't cry out loud, and finally Sally Jean could stand no more and turned and fled down to the hall to her own room where she huddled until later when Uncle Jack came to punish her and he used a different tool, socking his penis into her cunt with vengeful force that seemed to strike her as hard as he'd beaten his son with his belt.
After that, of course, she'd been kept separate from the boys. Uncle Jack or Aunt Martha had watched her practically every minute of the day. But it hadn't mattered. Sally Jean had the feeling she wasn't missing much.
And now, on the last day before they left for home, she was standing on the veranda with her suitcases packed, demurely waiting to be taken home while Aunt Martha rung her hands and moaned that she didn't know how to apologize to Sally's parents because her sons were such animals.
Wilbur was sauntering at the edge of the veranda and Sally Jean raised her voice. "I have to go to the bathroom, Aunt Martha," she said.
"All right, dear," Aunt Martha said. "If you have to." She was still immersed in her own version of grief and not paying attention.
"All right, Aunt Martha." Sally Jean looked back at the edge of the veranda, but Wilbur was gone.
"Where you going?" her uncle asked sharply as she went back into the house.
"To the bathroom," Sally replied innocently. "Aunt Martha said it was all right."
Jack Benchly nodded glumly and acted like he wanted to accompany her up to the bathroom-at least to the first bedroom on the landing.
Sally frowned and said, "I really have to go, Uncle Jack."
Then she was dashing up the stairs and into the bathroom where Wilbur hurried to close the door and lock it behind her.
The two of them embraced frantically and kissed and Wilbur French-kissed her and ran his tongue practically into her throat.
"I'll bet it hurt terribly," Sally Jean said. She put her hand lightly on Wilbur's buttocks and he flinched. She caressed the front of his jeans instead.
"It hurt, Sally Jean," Wilbur said. "But that's nothing. Pa does that every once in a while anyway. Don't go blaming yourself for it...."
"I won't." Sally hugged him and stroked the hard lump under his pants. "I had to see you. I wanted you to do one last thing for me before I go...."
"Anything," Wilbur said. "Just name it and I'll do it for you."
"Fuck me in the ass, Wilbur!"
Sally said it simply and soft so she couldn't be heard out in the hall and Wilbur choked and tried to say he wouldn't. But he couldn't talk straight.
"We don't have much time," Sally said. "Dad will be here any minute and they'll be waiting for me and I'll have to go." Adroitly she undid the front of his Levi's and let his massive penis stick out in all its glory. Gently she stroked the swollen red head and it jerked with reassuring firmness under her hand.
Then, in a single, simple movement Sally Jean dropped her panties and whirled away from him and lifted her skirt. She leaned against the sink and stared into the mirror as she spread her legs. Wilbur's face floated up alongside hers in the mirror.
"You're sure?" he asked softly as he pressed against her rear.
"Yes," Sally Jean said. "Just start with my cunt and warm me up."
Wilbur's gentle arms went around her waist and his fingers spread her cunt petals from the front as he leaned her forward and-lined his cock up with her pussy hole.
Sally Jean sighed as she felt his big torpedo drill into her, stretching her with all kinds of subtle thrills as it slid into her twat and started her water works flowing.
In and out Wilbur slipped it, and finally Sally Jean gritted her teeth and said, "Put it in the other hole. Please, Wilbur or we won't be able to do it at all."
The boy smeared some lotion on the engorged red head of his dick and then pressed it firmly against Sally Jean's asshole and started to drive in.
Sally Jean seized a bath towel and stuffed it in her mouth. It was like fire and lightening drilling into her and her eyes were watering. His cock was too big. It was splitting her in two. And then she remembered how Uncle Jack had beat Wilbur and asked herself if this could be any worse. She knew it couldn't be worse. So it had to be better.
"I'm hurting you," Wilbur said, worried.
"No," she said. "It's to keep me from screaming with joy. That's all."
Satisfied, the boy grunted and shoved a couple of inches of his big pecker into her asshole and Sally swayed before the massive force of his cock burrowing into her. She shoved back and took more and then it was all in her asshole.
Just sighing with pleasure ached. And then Wilbur was rocking his hips, practically lifting her from the floor on the tip of his pecker.
At first the pain was tremendous. And then her asshole seemed to get numb. And after it was numb the pleasure started moving in and she was crying "yes, yes, yes," and fingering her own naked twat and shagging her ass up and down on his thick cock and feeling the joy pervading her bloodstream like hot lava.
"I'm coming," Wilbur moaned and Sally wouldn't let him take it out of her ass and she stared in the mirror at her face contorted with pleasure and at Wilbur's joy-twisted expression and felt her hot juice pouring over her fingers as he shot his cum into her butt.
All the way home Sally Jean was closeted with her own thoughts. She was happy about her folks' vacation and it became obvious that Aunt Martha had finally settled on saying nothing about what went on during their stay to the other difficult explanations.
After a couple of days, Sally Jean invited Noreen over to the house for a mutual masturbation session. The two girls stood huddled together in the shower with bubble bath streaming off of them and their fingers in each other's twat while they kissed and rubbed breasts and Sally Jean enjoyed it and mewed with pleasure while Noreen went wild.
Afterwards, though, when she was alone, Sally Jean asked herself, What am I?
She wasn't the Lesbian pervert that she thought she was. Finger fucking another girl wasn't as interesting as letting a boy finger her twat or tongue her. And it wasn't like that first time at all.
Sally Jean put a record on the phonograph and turned it up loud and sat back and sang the song with B.B. King:
The thrill is gone, baby, The thrill is gone away.
The thrill is gone, It's gone away from me.
The thrill is gone, baby.
It's gone away from me.
Though I'll still live on, So lonely I will be ... Sally Jean sat in her bedroom and wondered at the ineptitude of life. The first time was best. And now she'd done everything once and it would never be any as good again. She wanted to cry.
And she sat alone in her room listening to B.B. King singing about a different kind of thrill and wondered if there was anything left that she hadn't done. And just what it might be.