Chapter 1

The previous summer in New Jersey with my five female cousins and their over-sexed mom made my senior year a gloomy business with lots of unfulfilled promises from teasing cheerleaders and the foxy younger sister of my best friend Mike who delighted in making me tongue her smelly panties in the movie and sometimes right on her own porch even with her nosy mom staring out the window right at us.

The scent of Angela’s pussy was enough to drive me to distraction but she never delivered the real goods when it came to dipping my wick in her female goo. I didn’t mind too much because she had the most delectable heart-shaped ass cheeks and they reminded me of my cousin Veronica and her kinky mom with similar assets in a more mature model.

All of those girls in New Jersey were compliant enough to do things that you only read about in dirty magazines. I had kind of sorted them out according to the tightness of their cunts in my mind and they all managed to make me spill my seeds in record time when the mood was just right. When Mrs. O’Brian slipped me some of her husband’s Viagra, I was able to do them all in sort of a comparison test that showed me their strong points and their kinky vices. Fortunately, I had a nice collection of their flimsy used panties to keep track of their distinctive scents and memories of happy coupling behind the barn and out in the woods. Each of the girls had their own special talents and I considered them all prime humping material no matter how much they wanted to show me they were “tomboys” and bitches of the worst sort. I had discovered that once they had their “trigger” touched, they were the most submissive females in the entire State of New Jersey.

I couldn’t wait until graduation because I was headed right to New Jersey to visit my cousins hoping the girls didn’t have steady boyfriends yet. Even if they did, I still planned to give them all donations of my pent-up sperm that had been in a terrible state of denial for the entire school year. I wanted desperately to cover those girls with my creamy cum from head to toe and would be certain not to leave their still attractive mom out of the picture because the sound of delight when she was being “tingled” by my cock was music to my ears.

There was some sort of strike by the employees of the Port Authority that week and the bus service was not running out of the bus terminal to New Jersey. I was so determined that I took the subway all the way up to Washington Heights and walked all the way across that George Washington Bridge feeling the vibration from the traffic that never slowed down and never ceased to flow. The distance from the end of the bridge to their place in the country was only about an hour’s walk if you walked pretty fast. Believe me; I was in such a state of frustrated need that I almost ran from the bridge to my cousin’s house.

Only three of the girls were home even though I knew they expected me.

Veronica, Mary and Sally were all stretched out on the shaggy carpet watching the tiny television set with the magnifying thing on the front that I thought looked obscenely inappropriate.

Not that I was in possession of anything better to look at in my fifth floor walk-up apartment in Hell’s Kitchen. In fact, I only watched the shows squatting in the doorway of our neighbor, the Greek bus driver that proudly drove on the fifth avenue route. I was disappointed that he didn’t have one of the double decker buses because they were a lot of fun and made me feel more like a tourist than a native Manhattanite.

The youngest daughter of the heavily accented bus driver was called Judy and in all honesty she was not very attractive at all. What she lacked in looks, she made up for in enthusiasm. Still, she offered me the chance to see the fantastic shows that I loved so much and I was more than willing to let her bounce on my leg knowing she was working her slit on my thigh in a frenzy of juvenile joy. Her parents were happy she was distracted from annoying them and many a night we fondled each other into a paradise of sated urges right on the edge of their vision but totally unsuspected because of her dreadful facial features and her chunky figure. Her older sister was quite the looker but she had a boyfriend who was already on an overseas assignment for the military and I speculated she was no longer a virgin.

I had a certain fondness for Judy but had to admit my attraction was more for the free viewing of television rather than her physical attributes. Still, it was nice to bury my fingers in her willing brown eye and watch her look of devoted attention to my needs for her teenaged flesh. She was decidedly still a virgin, but I was not in any hurry to relieve her of that burden and risk the ire of her musclebound father who was a religious man with a short temper and a one-track mind. She was upset that I would be going away for the summer once again, but promised to wait for my return so we could resume our nasty playtime under the blanket on the floor. I must confess a sense of guilt at fleeing to my cousins in New Jersey for the entire summer, but I had a yen that could not be denied.

Anyway, a hard dick has no conscience and I was no exception. My beloved cousins, Veronica, Mary and Sally were happy to see me and even thought their mom pretended she didn’t care one way or the other, I could tell she was excited because her breast was rising and falling a lot faster the moment after I stepped through the door.

Mister O’Brian was not at home and that was a normal thing because he was heavily involved in the trash collector’s union and spent a lot of time down at the union hall soaking up the free beer that was provided as a perk for all members in good standing. His wife had told me that he would have left that job a long time ago if it wasn’t for the perk of free beer for life. The union leaders had some sort of arrangement with the local brewery and in the way of most commercial business in New Jersey, one hand washes the other.

Veronica was wearing some kind of shorty pajama outfit that was a top that ended above her belly button and flimsy shorts that let you see everything she owned when she was in the horizontal position. I could see she had given up on the “shaving her pussy” routine and that she was now sporting a thick bush of some denseness and length. I had a strange urge to bury my face in the thing and search until I found the pink slit of her pretty channel and see her reaction when my tongue became reacquainted with her female core. Of course, I couldn’t do that right out in the open with her sisters and mom watching us like hawks from the sidelines.

I think her mom was reading my mind in that female sort of way that never ceases to amaze me because she prettily squeezed her knees together and bent over the sink in a way that made me want to lift her dress and check out her undies. I had seen her getting these unexplained waves of emotion like she was having some sort of an attack that left her shaking with visible physical pleasure.

I remembered how much my still attractive aunt enjoyed having her pussy eaten and my mouth started watering like a response to some erotic subliminal suggestion from a writer of filthy passages designed to arouse the senses. If I was a dirty dog, I would have probably started whining and panting looking for a bitch to mount while Doctor Pavlov rubbed his hands together and wrote down all the details.

Back home in my bedroom that I shared with my bullying older sister, sitting securely right in my bottom drawer, I had kept a pair of my favorite aunt Mrs. O’Brian’s panties in an honored place because it was their scent that often drove me into a frenzy of uncontrollable thrusting at my defenseless pillow stuffed innocently between my legs waiting patiently for a shower of my sticky spunk to adorn its soft and yielding center. I knew she loved to watch me sniffing her panties after I had removed them from her luscious bottom and I never failed to put on a display of utter obsession for her viewing enjoyment. It was my true feeling and not an act just to get into her pants. Towards the end of last summer, I had taken to allowing her to suck me off more frequently because she made a ritual of swallowing every last drop like it was blessed Holy Water from inside a church and carried some sort of divine potency to keep her young and nubile.

As soon as I had established with muted interrogation that Mister O’Brian was likely to be home quite late from the union hall and that the other two daughters, Betty and Rose were out on a double date with a pair of “college” boys from the nearby University, I decided it would be an opportune moment to resume carnal relations with my cousins and their mother immediately taking full advantage of the situation without further delay.