I couldn't wait any longer. My bladder was bursting and my father
was
in the bathroom, halfway through Rigoletto. "Daddy, please get out of
the shower so I can use the toilet!" I cried. Both my hands pressed
into my crotch to hold back the flood and I trampled about in agony.
"Can't you wait another minute?" Dad loved his showers
so much that my
mother suspected him of having an affair with the nozzle.
"I have to pee right now!" I cried out. "Just
come out for a moment, I
won't be long."
"Oh, what the hell, come on in and do it, I'll turn my
back," he said.
That made sense. After all, he was my father and he'd seen me do
everything at one time or another. Now that I was eighteen that
familiarity had long passed away, of course, but under the
circumstances it was necessary to recapture it. I pushed the door open
and walked into the steam-filled room to make my way toward the toilet.
So desperate was my need that I hardly spared my father a glance. I
assumed he'd have his back toward me. But when I reefed my panties down
and squatted over the bowl, and let the first burst loose, I looked up
to find him looking right back at me.
"Don't look!" I admonished him. Clouds of steam swirled
between us, the
rush of water resounded through the tile-lined space, and I suddenly
became conscious of being alone with him. Reflexively my hands drew the
terry cloth robe to and my eyes drifted away from his. But in the
process they drifted past his cock. For a moment I was transfixed! His
cock was long, thick, brown, and half hard, poking out from a jungle of
dark hair and straight at me. The dark red knob throbbed as if it was
about to fire. His balls hung low, two eggs suspended in hairy leather,
dangling between two powerful thighs. A shudder ran through me,
electric and mysterious. My hands clutched at my robe, drawing it
tightly over my tits, and my legs pressed together in sheer terror. I
had finished pissing. And yet I sat there, staring at that thickening
member. He was fully erect now. His cock tilted toward the left of him
and the thick ridge of flesh running up the lower side was clearly
visible. It reminded me of a blood slit in a knife or a bayonet, and
once more I shuddered while crazy, tiny twinges ran through my cunt.
Absently I reached for the toilet paper and wiped my pussy,
in the
process letting my robe fall open. Only when I had flushed did I
realize how bold that was. Now Daddy had seen me touch myself! And no
doubt he had caught a glimpse of my tits as well. They were too big to
hide these days. He said nothing. When I finally managed to look him in
the eye he just smiled and started another aria, singing in his fine
baritone voice while the shower cascaded water all over his strong,
tanned body. For some reason I felt dizzy when I walked out, my legs
weren't too steady, my hands hardly had the strength to open the door.
"Thank you, Daddy," I said. No answer.
Back in my room I sat down heavily on the bed and tried to clear
my
head. This evening was the big one, the date to end all dates. Frank
would be proposing to me, there was nothing surer. Why didn't it matter
to me anymore? For as long as I could recall, Frank had been the one,
so handsome and poised, always ahead of the other guys; and now that
he'd been offered a scholarship in Europe he had to marry me if he
wanted to take me with him. The more I tried to straighten out my
thoughts, the more Daddy's cock dominated my mind's eye. I slipped out
of my robe and began to put on the clothes I'd chosen for this date. No
bra--my tits fascinated Frank. He was always talking about how big they
were and how he loved to see them bobble about under my shirt. They
were big, I reflected, gazing into the mirror and viewing myself from
the side, very firm and high. The rest of me was slender. Mum was
always urging me to eat more but I liked myself this way. I remained
standing before the mirror, running a brush through my long, black hair
and gazing at my tits. Veronica liked them, too. She was always
touching them and comparing them to her own little ones.
Jeans next, tight enough to hug my crotch. Veronica said that
really
drove men wild. The center band ran right along the split of my pussy
and caused a labialike bulge to form. I turned and stood on my toes to
get a view of my ass in the mirror. Lean but shapely, pert Frank called
it. I stepped into the platform shoes and did them up. Now the outfit
was complete. I was tall, slinky, big-titted, my pussy lips bulged
between my thighs, my hair had a deep luster and it felt as smooth as
flax. Could Frank resist me after all this preparation?
It seemed not. When he came to the front door I noticed him
swallow
heavily and when he spoke it sounded silly, as if he couldn't bring the
words out. My mother came to see us off. She bestowed loving glances on
Frank. One day he would be an important man and I would be his wife.
That's what she wanted. My mother, Veronica, and Frank had teamed up to
get me to this pitch of expectancy. They had given me tips, hints, and
methods for catching a man, either explicitly or implicitly, and like a
good girl I had taken heed of them all. But at that moment, when a
wedding band was literally within reach, I found myself thinking of my
father's cock.
Frank took me to a restaurant and, as expected, he popped the
question.
It was a romantic moment and I gave him my answer right away. It was
all settled, we would be married in a week's time, the day before he
was due to depart. "Let's go home and tell my parents," I said after
the dinner was over.
"Wait, wait, let's talk some more first," said Frank
with a strange
look in his eyes. He drove us to the lake and parked in the darkness,
turned the radio down low, and faced me. His breathing was irregular
and his hands were restless. I knew what he wanted but I didn't know
how to give it. Every part of me was willing. The sight of my father
had loosened the last of my inhibitions and now my pussy throbbed
deeply and my nipples literally itched with desire. Frank didn't know
it but I was his to do with as he pleased that evening. In the past we
had confined ourselves to light petting, but that wouldn't do it
anymore for me. And when he took me into his arms I did everything to
make him see how available I was. I melted against him, let one hand
brush casually along the swollen bulge in his lap, and let my blouse
open a bit so my tits would incite him. Frank's hands were everywhere,
touching me, caressing me, and his hot kisses landed all over my face.
He seemed to be caught in a frenzy of lust and I coasted along with it
contentedly.
"Oh, Jackie!" he moaned, "I want you so!"
More kisses. He was waiting
for me to say something and I didn't know what to say. I kissed him
back as passionately as I felt, and his hands became bolder, sliding in
through the buttons of my blouse to get at my bare tits, fitting in
between my upper thighs to put pressure on my pussy, and I just went
along with it.
"Let's take our clothes off," he whispered. I nodded
but he had to do
it for me. My body was trembling as he pulled my tight jeans off, I
felt kind of faint, and instead of coming back up to kiss him I let
myself recline back with my legs spreading widely, lasciviously. Frank
stared at my pussy in the dim light of a nearby neon sign. There was
silence, tension, in the car now, both of us poised, ready, all he had
to do was take me. But then he shook his head. "No, not before we're
married," he said hoarsely. "That wouldn't be right."
"But we can have some fun, can't we!" I said, and
I sounded very
plaintive to myself.
"Sure we can," he said, running the palm of his hand
over my cunt. "As
long as we can restrain ourselves." His finger traced the outline of
my
cunt, barely touching my flesh, round and round until I could hardly
stand it. Light as his touch was, my cunt was super-receptive. The
smallest sensation sent long ripples of passion running through my
body, and when the tip of his finger brushed along that little knob
between my labia, I thought I would scream! However, in the two years
Frank and I had been going together I had learned a lot about self-
discipline. He wanted me to be the demure virgin and I had cast myself
in that role willingly. But the charade had been exposed somehow and
besides, in a week's time we'd be going all the way.
"Make love to me, Frank," I moaned, twisting my hips
from side to side
and lassooing him with my legs to draw him closer to my cunt. "Let's
not wait another second." He still had on his underpants but I could
feel his stiff cock throbbing under me.
"Please, Jackie, don't make it hard on me," he said,
pushing me away.
"Go on, get dressed." He jumped out of the car and stood by the
side of
the lake. One hand was on his hip, the other was moving to and fro. It
took me a while to work out that he was doing something to his cock.
When he returned I asked him what the matter was, and he just muttered
something about blue balls. I was in the dark about everything, but I'd
managed to slip back into my tight jeans and my blouse. Frank drove me
home at breakneck speed. He didn't say a word until we were in front of
my place again. "I'm sorry, honey," he told me, "but you were
tempting
me too much. A guy can only stand to be straight for so long and no
longer. One more week and then you'll be my virgin bride. Isn't that
worth waiting for?"
"I don't know," I said. He thought I was just saying
that because I
didn't know what else to say. With a broad smile he opened the door for
me and we walked up the driveway to break the news to my parents.
Mother was in seventh heaven. She hugged Frank and called him her son,
and then sat down to planning the logistics of the wedding. Dad shook
him by the hand and said all sorts of nice things to him, but he was
less than ecstatic. As for me, I couldn't enjoy the occasion. A part of
me wasn't there. My body was besieged by mysterious impulses, strange
tremors, my tits tingled and I could feel that my pussy was wet. Apart
from those sensations, there was also a burning resentment. Frank had
rejected me. His reason had nothing to do with it as far as I was
concerned. I had offered myself and he had refused, leaving me feeling
on edge and crazy. I played the part of a good daughter and a happy
fiancee for as long as he was there. But as soon as he left I kissed my
folks good night and ran upstairs.
Veronica, my cousin, lived next door. Our houses were close
together
and a large oak tree grew between them so that I could get from my
window to hers just by climbing onto one branch, walking down it to the
trunk, and then taking another branch up to her. She always left her
window ajar in case I felt like a midnight visit and I did the same for
her. Since it was still fairly early in the evening her light was still
on.
"Hello Jacqueline," she said cheerfully when I entered
through the
window. "Back from the big date already? How did it go?" I told
her and
at first she was very excited and happy for me. But then I began to
tell her the important part, and Veronica became silent, sympathetic.
"Oh dear," she sighed when I had finished, "the omens aren't
too good.
What can we do about this?"
Veronica was my opposite in most ways. Her hair was blond and
curly,
cropped close to her head. Her shoulders were rather broad and her hips
rather narrow, her breasts were hard and small, and she had a tan year
round from playing sports and hiking. We were the same age, attended
the same school and were in the same class, but more important we were
each other's best friend. For as long as I could remember we had made
use of the oak tree to come and tell the other our troubles or new
jokes. She was different from me in one other way, too: she was no
longer a virgin. Veronica knew everyone in our town, she was in on
whatever action erupted, and she often went to bed with older men. For
boys her own age she had nothing but contempt.
"You see what's happening to you?" she said after
a pause. "You'll
marry Frank and that will be the start and finish of your sex life.
What you need to do is to live a little, right now, before it's too
late." Instead of arguing with her, I nodded. Veronica looked
surprised.
"I know you're right," I said. "I mean, it's
scary and all that but my
body is in such a turmoil right now."
"Turmoil? In that case, Jackie, you're going to have to
trust me," said
Veronica. "There's only one way to cure that and I know how. Come here,
sit on the bed with me, don't make a move, your favorite cousin is
going to make you feel all better." She turned off all but the smallest
light in her room and came over to sit beside me. Her arm rested on my
shoulder, one hand ran down my long tresses, and her eyes bored deep
into mine. I felt embarrassed suddenly. Veronica and I were free with
each other but never sexy. Yet now I could smell her sensuality almost!
She was seducing me!
"What are you doing?" I asked timidly. She told me
to hush and her
hands ran over my hair and body more firmly. They came to rest on my
breasts and stayed there, softly squeezing my tingling flesh. Veronica
shifted over to sit facing me, her legs tucked under her in the lotus
position. There was no getting away from her. Her parents were away for
a couple of days and her younger brother would be fast asleep by this
time. Besides, she was making me feel a wholly different kind of
turmoil, a pleasing one.
"I've wanted to do this for so long," Veronica said
softly. Her nimble
fingers undid the buttons of my blouse and let it fall open. "Yes, look
at those breasts, perfect, just perfect, oh, let me kiss them!" She
leaned forward and before I could get out of the way her lips were on
one of my nipples. A shock ran through my system. I looked at that
blond, curly head that had fastened itself to my tit, and somehow it
wouldn't register with me. What was coming across, however, was a soft,
insinuating feeling that grew into a ball of warmth that kept expanding
until it extended from the nipple all the way to my pussy. Her lips
shifted to the other nipple and her hands squeezed and caressed my
tits, taking them from warmth to heat and at the same time driving my
pussy around the bend with a variety of sensations. My blouse slipped
down my shoulders and Veronica pushed me back until I was lying flat on
my back, my arms loosely around her as she continued to regale my tits
with her mouth and hands. It felt wonderful! Frank had touched my tits
often enough but he hadn't done it right ... Veronica knew about tits
and how to make them feel good.
She seemed happy to go on and on. I drifted into a dense euphoria
and
let my hands run through her curls absently. Eventually she shifted her
attention to other parts of me. Her lips left my tits and kissed their
way down to my bellybutton. I hardly noticed the change. My eyes were
closed and I was half dozing, drifting down a stream of treacle that
was bound to lead to Eden. Vaguely I realized that she was undoing my
jeans and that she wasn't having an easy time getting them off me, but
none of that mattered to me. I didn't even bother to lift my ass.
Only when Veronica started to run her finger down the slit of
my pussy
did a fraction of me sit up and take notice. Frank had touched me there
earlier and I had enjoyed it very much. Now my cousin was doing the
same. Was that right? But I was too far gone to care. I lay back and
savored the fine feelings welling up in my loins. Her fingers
delicately touched on every part of my pussy, reconnoitering,
discovering what was sensitive and what was extremely sensitive. Now
and then a low, soft moan broke from my throat. Apart from that I was
inert and happy. It didn't even occur to me to reciprocate.
Something warm and wet slithered along the center of my pussy.
I
couldn't work out what it was but it felt so nice that I had to look.
To my horror I found that it was Veronica's tongue. How could she!? As
soon as she was finished I would tell her never to do it again. Until
then ... God, it felt so lovely. Her tongue was like a living creature,
an animated snail doing a polka between my cunt lips, sliding to and
fro, putting pressure on my clitoris then rushing down to briefly
insinuate itself into my hole, in and out, back up, sideways, round and
round--my head began to spin in time with her tongue! Her tongue was
very thorough. It dug in and lapped, wetting my cunt over and over
until her spit combined with my juices to form a rivulet that ran down
to my asshole and dripped onto her bed. Now her fingers joined in,
holding my pussy lips wide apart so she could get more of her face
between them and so her tongue could get into my hole more deeply. The
lovely euphoria was shattered by raw lust. Suddenly my pelvis started
to push up and down, a staccato of horniness that made it hard for
Veronica to keep up. I begged her to stop so I could catch my breath
but she only ate me more vigorously.
"Oh God!" I heard myself pant. "Stop, stop, please
stop! No, that's too
much, you're driving me crazy! That tickles! Stop, STOOOOO-OOPPP!!! OH
JESUS, NO, NOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHH THAT'S GOOD, YESSSSSSS, YES, YES, HARDER,
OH RONNIE, YEEEEEESSSSSsssss ..." Lightning bolts irradiated from my
cunt, triggering off storms of passion that raged violently for a
second and then disappeared to leave me high and peaceful, filled with
a vaporous sensation of gratitude. Veronica stopped when she saw that
state I was in. Her face glistened with my juices and she was smiling
broadly.
"You like that? This is only the beginning, Jackie. Phase
one. I'm
going to line up lovers for you and introduce you to experiences that
will live with you the rest of your life. By the time he carries you
over the threshold you'll be able to teach him a lot of tricks."
"It sounds so dangerous," I sighed. My body was aglow.
"But you don't
have to do all this, Veronica. I could do it myself."
"You? No you couldn't. You'd bump into a guy and stick
to him for as
long as you could. I'm the one who can produce the changes in cast
around here, just like that." She snapped her fingers and leaned over
to kiss me square on the mouth. The tart taste of pussy came with it,
and I relished it shamefacedly. As if she knew it, Veronica opened my
mouth with her lips and forced her tongue deep into me so that I would
have to taste all of it. Her body came over to lie on top of mine and
her pubic bone pushed against mine insistently. Once again my
resistance was disposed of effortlessly. I yielded to her deep,
passionate kiss and before I knew what was happening I was hugging her
tightly and grinding my pubic bone into hers.
Gone was the warm tranquility. Her cunt pushed against mine
so as to
flex my labia and pull them taut over my clitoris. She put on more and
more pressure, rubbing me up until I was right back where Frank had
left me, feverish, uneasy, in need of love! Now that she was on top of
me my hands began to explore her flesh instinctively. The palms ran
over her strong, smooth back right down to the dip at the small of her
back, and up to grab hold of her firm, full cheeks. Veronica's ass
always reminded me of a boy's. It had dimpled flanks and flexed
muscularly at every step, yet it was rounded and soft when her buns
were relaxed. When I got hold of it her buttocks were laboring to bring
her cunt harder against mine, and just the feeling of her flesh
contracting under my touch was enough to make me bang back. This took
me so far but no further. Veronica had the same problem because she
suddenly drew away from me and pushed one of her legs under my ass,
scissoring into me until our cunt lips met in a wild kiss, wet and hot.
Right away new pleasures welled up in me. Her pussy was lightly covered
with blond hair, so lightly that it sometimes looked as though she
didn't have any. Mine, on the other hand, had a thick dark pelt of
hairs growing from the mound back to my asshole. Now, with all the
moisture that had matted my fur, it was laid back and the ridges of
labial flesh were exposed. It was flesh against flesh when our pussies
kissed, smooth, slippery, urgent, pushing and pushing and pushing to
get more. Impulsively I reached down and parted my pussy with both
hands. Veronica did the same. Our tiny clitorises met and it was as
though we'd touched two electric points to each other. A spark, a
flash, and we were on our backs, bodies writhing in ecstasy, our loins
working our pussies together until they were welded into one by heat
and juice. Smacking noises resounded through the room, panicky cries,
long moans, we rolled about on the bed and held hands so our bodies
wouldn't drift apart.
"Let me eat you now," I gasped, "I want to try it now!"
"Go right ahead," said Veronica. She crawled over
me and turned around
to face my feet so that her pussy hovered over my face. Light blond
hairs caught the light to create a slight golden halo about her pudgy
cunt, pink flesh peered through her lips, trails of moisture and
whitish drops of juice were on her inner thighs. The sharp fragrance of
her womanhood suffused my nose. For a moment I hesitated. Then,
recalling how delicious my own dew had been, I placed my hands on her
ass and lifted myself high enough to get my mouth to her box. As soon
as I made contact with her I began to suck and was rewarded by a
generous draft of her juices. Veronica lowered her ass and pressed her
cunt down on my face, forcing my head back onto the pillow. At the same
time she started to finger my cunt, inserting a long finger up it and
crooking it so as to pull upward. I didnt know which excited me more.
My cunt tried to suck her finger into itself and my mouth tried to suck
her cunt down my throat, and between the two my body rollicked with
passion.
We remained in that position for a long time. I loved eating
her! Her
cunt was so smooth and the juices flowed so freely that I wanted to
burrow face-first into her, just to experience her totally. Whenever my
tongue pushed its way into her tight hole it found smooth, wet walls of
warm flesh in there, a secret cave that held all sorts of mysterious
delights for me--if only I could get in there deeper! I worked my index
finger into her cunt and felt the physiognomy of her insides, all those
strange ridges, the contoured flesh packing around my finger and
squeezing it with sensual pressure, thick drops of juice oozing down
around it, a small paradise. Veronica did her best to open it up to me.
She went down on me and poked her ass high into the air, her legs as
far apart as they would go, and I played doctors with her to my heart's
content. I had checked out my own cunt with a mirror, of course, but
this was the first time I could explore one first hand. My fingers
prised her lips apart, pulling at them until it looked as though her
cunt was turning inside out. Pink, glistening flesh blossomed before my
eyes, her cunt hole expanded, and I gazed into its darkness until my
tongue poked out and found its way into that inviting orifice all by
itself. I loved everything about her, even the musky, stifling smell of
her asshole. My nose was buried in it, tickling it, and since Veronica
obviously liked it I kept it up until I was not only used to the smell,
but actually enjoyed it. Nothing mattered at this point but
gratification, and everything contributed to it. Her tongue in my
pussy, my tongue in hers, nuzzling her anus, dragging my nails along
her ass, licking, sighing, sucking, biting into her cunt flesh, doing
everything she did to me and more, until another storm of passion broke
loose inside me.
I had to let go. The emotions exploding in me were too powerful
to be
ignored. My body began to tremble violently, screams burst from my
throat, my nails sank into her flesh so that the blood ran, and then I
went stiff all over for an excruciating second. It was as if I had a
fit! My rigid frame shook from head to toe, gurgling sounds came from
deep down, all I could do was cling to Veronica. And then, like the sun
bursting through the clouds, the orgasm arrived. Everything was leveled
out now, everything was lovely and peaceful again. I floated about the
room and was aware only of myself. That didn't stop my cousin. She
caressed me very gently all the while, and when I was back to normal
she positioned herself between my legs and started to run her
fingernails along my tits slowly, almost as though she didn't know she
was doing it.
"I don't know how you do it," I told her. "You've
made me feel things
that Frank doesn't even know about!"
"He will," she smiled. "You'll be sure to tell
him. But relax, it's
still early, let's just lie here and enjoy each other's company."
"Alright." I felt sleepy again. My eyes rolled back
and my lids closed
as though they had lead weights tied to them. Veronica's hands moved at
the same regular rate, a hypnotic, subliminal motion that built up my
passions while I wasn't looking. Her lovemaking seemed no more than an
expression of affection; but after about ten minutes of it I found
myself in the throes of another fit of passion. I loved her tender
caresses and the soft pressure of her body against mine. My hands
roamed over her breasts and ass, we kissed so lightly that our lips
merely brushed by the other's, and somehow we ended up with our faces
between the other's legs, licking pussy with the same dreamy motions.
"I won't marry Frank," I said suddenly. "I like
you much better,
Veronica, there's no use pretending otherwise."
"Don't be silly," she said. Her words were muffled
by my cunt flesh.
She didn't take me seriously enough to look up even. But I insisted,
and finally she did look up. "You see how you are? You have a good time
with one person and right away you're stuck on them. I love you,
Jackie, we will always be friends, but don't let that tie you down."
I didn't say anything for a long time. My fingers toyed with
Veronica's
blond little cunt but I was too busy thinking to take much notice of
it. She was right, of course. In the one week remaining to me I would
have to squeeze in as much experience as possible. I had to make the
best of my freedom. That's what it was, making use of my freedom. Once
Frank slipped that ring on my finger I wouldn't ever cheat on him. All
the more reason to make the best of this week. I could do anything! And
right away the sight of my father naked under the shower flashed before
my eyes--even him? Wasn't that taboo? Well, was making love with a
first and female cousin not taboo? And wasn't it fun?
Questions and an assortment of answers swirled through my brain.
Why
shouldn't I let my hair down for this one week? Veronica would be my
guide, there was nothing to worry about. In that case I would do it!
And if Daddy happened to come my way I'd pounce on him, too. I didn't
tell Veronica that, though. I just said that I was willing to go along
with her scheme.
"Good," she said, "we'll start tomorrow night.
What would you fancy,
Jackie, a black man or an oriental or a Latin lover? You can take your
pick. Or I can get you women, it's up to you."
"That's quite a menu. I can't make a choice, you'll have
to do it for
me."
"Hey, wait a minute, you're still a virgin! Don't you want
to pick
who'll be first?"
"Oh yeah ..." I had to think about that, and then
it struck me: my
virginity should go to the man who loved me most! My older brother,
Tim, qualified for that honor easily. He was nineteen and home for the
summer, so why shouldn't I pick him? He had always looked after me, had
fought fights for me, and he certainly liked me physically. As soon as
he'd come back from college his eyes had started to wander over my
legs, my breasts, my ass. Yes, Tim would be happy to do it. "Don't
worry about my cherry, that'll be gone by the time I see you again,"
I
said.
"Who's going to take it?" she asked.
"I'll tell you about it later. But for now I have to be
going home." I
dressed, kissed my cousin good night, and disappeared out through her
window. It was a long way past midnight by this time. The house was in
darkness. Once back in my room I took off my clothes and snuck into the
bathroom to wash up. I perfumed myself liberally, brushed my hair, and
checked my nakedness in the mirror. I looked different to myself now
that Veronica had introduced me to sex. The erogenous zones stood out
against a background of features. Suddenly my tits looked bigger and
better, my pubic bush seemed deeper and more inviting, and I couldn't
help running my hands over my flesh for just a moment. A shiver of
delight ran through me. Only a few hours ago I wouldn't have dared to
dream about seducing my own brother. Now it seemed like the only
plausible thing to do. He was so much like Daddy, the same strong
build, the same dark brown mop of hair, same eyes and chest. I could
hardly wait to get to him!