Chapter 3

"I got a live one for you," Veronica told me over lunch. "He's going to drop by this evening so you just make sure you're here on time or I'll take him for myself! Really, Jackie, he's gorgeous, big and blond, a real Viking."

"Sounds great," I said, but my heart wasn't in it. My uncle had put the finishing touches to my pleasures; there didn't seem anything left to experience. Of course it would be fun to do it all over again but already I was wondering how long one could go on having the same kind of fun.

"What's the matter?" my cousin asked. "You look unhappy. You're not worried about Frank, are you?"

"In a way I am. I mean, he's home sitting on his hands and I'm fucking people left and right... that can't be right, can it?"

"You've had two men," Veronica scoffed, "and already you feel like a tramp. Boy, by the end of the week you'll think you're a two-dollar hooker! Relax, Jackie, remember that if you don't know what you're doing, I do. Just be here by eight."

I nodded and tried to shift my thoughts over into another track. It was odd how suddenly my good mood had given way to depression. In the house next door Tim sat alone, probably brooding about our sexual bouts, wondering how it had happened. And I sat in my cousin's house, keeping her company while her parents were away. Everything wore the air of an anticlimax.

"Hey, cheer up!" Veronica leaned over the table and pinched my cheek. "You're not going to cry, are you?"

"No," I said firmly, but I wondered whether I would or not. She got up from her chair and walked over to squat beside me. Her arm went around my waist and she drew me to her.

"I know, too many experiences in too short a time. Well, don't you worry, you've got a friend in me. Come over here and sit on the couch with me, I'll turn on the TV and we'll relax together, okay?" Like a little kid I let her take my hand and pull me over to the couch, and when she sat down beside me I felt a wave of gratitude sweep over me. She was such a good friend! She let me snuggle up against her and with the remote control device she switched the TV on to a football game. I looked at the screen without seeing the specifics of the action. All I was aware of was the soft warmth of her body and the colors shifting about before my eyes. Her hand ran through my hair slowly, soothingly, and her voice made comforting sounds. Veronica was right, there was nothing to worry about. I could trust her. She would look after me. I snuggled up a little more and started to take some notice of the game. A number of men were bent over with their asses toward the camera, asses clad in tight white pants that covered less than they implied. Narrow hips, muscular buttocks, genitals cradled in protective devices, suddenly it was all very sexy! They got in line and faced another line of surreal- looking guys, then someone did something and they all ran into each other, like two stampedes running down an alley in opposite directions. A stifled roar reached the microphones, men tumbled, wrestled, fell, tangling into a mess of hard, sweaty flesh and pads. Somehow my depression grew smaller, eroded by a tingling, warm sensation bubbling upward from my pussy like a seltzer fountain on a summer's day. It registered vaguely that Veronica's hands were on my breasts, squeezing the bare flesh under my halter and working the garment down and out of the way. How delicious that felt, how she spoiled me! My nipples hardened under her delicate touch, my breasts seemed to swell with passion and pride. A man ran with the ball, others chased him, they ran with fast, pumping strides so that their thighs rippled with power. Images of white stallions came to my mind, muscular hindquarters flexing as they mounted me. Veronica's hands were so smooth, so deft, that my whole body began to wallow and luxuriate under her touch. I wanted more, I wanted to give more and take more, I wanted to be naked in her arms with my cunt aimed at the television in case one of those stallions galloped out of the screen!

But Veronica was in charge. She took off my top and held me from behind so that both her hands fitted snugly over my tits. I sat between her legs and my sensory nerves were on red alert about that area where her pubic bone pressed against my ass. Cousin, brother, uncle, and now my cousin again. At least Frank wasn't facing any outside competition. Ah, fuck Frank, fuck marriage, fuck everything, and especially fuck me!

"You're enjoying this, aren't you Jackie?" Veronica murmured. "Look at those studs, you're going to have one just like it. This guy's cock is the size of a fire hydrant and he knows how to use it, too. You're going to have a ball, I promise you. And I'm going to be with you the whole time." Her last statement made me ridiculously happy. I twisted around in her arms and kissed her passionately on the mouth. Veronica worked her tongue deep down my throat and continued to caress my tits, pinching the nipples and bruising my soft flesh gently with her long fingernails. Now my pussy lay on top of her knee which was bony enough to bear the brunt of my burgeoning lust. I undulated my hips over her knee so that it pressed against my cunt through my jeans, and stimulated my throbbing, red-hot clitoris most gratifyingly.

It amazed me to think that sex had been such a lackluster proposition to me only minutes earlier. Now it consumed me! I kissed my cousin fiercely, doing my utmost to urge her to take action without actually asking for it. Veronica ran her hands down my bare back, all the way to the waistband of my jeans and there she teased me by slipping her fingers down under my pants to get at the flesh of my ass. But she wouldn't go far enough. Her fingertips rested at that part where the flesh started to swell and curve up to form my buns. Below that split curve was where I needed her fingers! My cunt pulsed with lust, it drooled and ached, it begged to be impaled; but my sly cousin held back.

The last of my inhibitions gave way under pressure of my desires. I humped her knee with unabashed enthusiasm and rested my face between her small tits while my fingers tried to unbutton her blouse. She didn't help me nor did she hold me back. There was an enigmatic smile on her face as she watched me fumble with those buttons, and when they finally did open up she let me make merry with her firm little tits, too. I felt elated at having taken the initiative. Now she was mine. I was seducing her! My lips were around her nipples, one by one, and my hands squeezed her resilient little mounds, and my tongue pushed its way into her mouth. Veronica was yielding to me and her breathing became irregular. She was mine!

Her blouse came off, her shorts went next, and now she was sitting on the couch wearing only her panties. Her crotch bobbed up at me as I kneeled down between her legs, tempting me to eat her before I could remove the final garment. But I kept a grip on myself. The panties slithered down her thighs, over her knees, and her pussy pushed up at me, splitting down the middle and displaying moist pink pink flesh for me to eat. I started to tremble. Her cunt flesh looked delicious, so fulsome and rosy that the saliva ran into my mouth and made me swallow heavily several times before I could go down on her. Veronica leaned back into the couch and rested both arms along the back of it. Her small tits were made even smaller as a result, and for a second it looked as though I was about to eat a boy without a cock. Had I needed any more stimulation that would have driven me to eat her up. As it was, seeing her boyishness only made me attack her with all my heart. She pulled away in alarm as my mouth opened wide and bit into her cunt, but when she realized I wasn't going to bite through, she relaxed again.

Her flesh was smooth, slippery, rubbery between my lips. Sparse blond hair chafed against my nose and cheeks as my mouth burrowed into her cunt to get at the well of tart, tasty fluids. Lean thighs tensed up under my hands and the nervous shudders that ran through her body gave me all the encouragement I needed. I wanted to make it beautiful for her because that would make it all the better for me, and my needs were immense at that moment. It dawned on me that I still had on my jeans and that the crotch was getting soaking wet. My pussy was uncomfortable, it wanted to be free and within range of a finger or something. But I couldn't pull away from Veronica's cunt, I liked it far too much.

I'd learned a lot in so little time. There was no awkwardness in the way my tongue lapped at her clitoris, everything came naturally to me. My tongue snuck up her tight channel, it licked its way around her fulsome lips, flicked at her hard little knob, working around and about until my cousin began to squirm in ecstasy. "Oh, that's enough!" she panted. "Please, Jackie, give me a turn!" I shook my head and pressed my nose against her clitoris so my tongue could worm its way even deeper into her cunt. Veronica tried to push me away but she had no strength in her arms. Like a limp doll she flopped back on the couch and moaned helplessly as my tongue demolished her. My hands were busy during this time, too. Those boyish breasts were the delight of my fingertips, and now and then I would squeeze the hard cheeks of her ass to improve on the illusion. She was like a boy in so many ways... but her cunt was one hundred percent female, there was no doubt about that. The rich, piquant juices poured out of her as though she'd sprung a leak, to trickle in rivulets over my tongue and down my throat, a never-ending stream of joy. My cousin seemed to be melting from the outside in.

"No, nooooohhh," she groaned suddenly. "No, that's enough! Get off now, Jackie, I can't take it anymore!" She sounded as though she meant it but I couldn't tear myself away just yet. My face and her cunt had welded together and I felt as though I was actually making headway into her body. "Stop!" she cried hoarsely. Her hands tried to push my head away again, and failed again. "Jackie, pleeeeaaassseee!!!" Under the desperation I detected a note of animal pleasure, and so I sucked and licked and fingered even harder. "OHMIGOD! OOOHHHNOOOOOOOOOO, JACKIE, NO, NO, IT HURTS, IT HURTS, I'M FALLING!" It really sounded as though she was falling. Her whole body became rigid and her hands grabbed hold of the couch's pillows, her legs wrapped themselves about my head and then, just as her voice reached the high C, she faded away into a quivering jelly which moaned very softly.

I looked up in time to see her eyes close. "Veronica? Are you okay?" No answer. I shook her but she just moaned and turned over. She was sleeping! I was shocked, and not a little put out. "Hey, what about me?" I asked petulantly. Veronica snored softly.

Her younger brother, Ned, would be home in a few hours, so I couldn't let her go to sleep in the nude on the couch. What would he think? It wasn't easy but I managed to get her shorts and her blouse back on, even straightened the couch up and ran my fingers through her close-cropped hair. When everything looked respectable I went back to my room via the tree. It was in the middle of the afternoon, it was hot out and very quiet. I thought about taking a nap but I was restless, feeling like a caged panther for some reason. As I paced I checked out Tim's room. He was out. Too bad... although I told myself I wouldn't have let him fuck me anyway. No matter how restless I was.

The clock moved very slowly. I took a shower and sat in the kitchen in my robe, drinking iced tea and watching the football game. Nothing could get the hands of the clock to move faster. Three hours to eight o'clock. It might as well have been an eternity! Now and then my hands slipped down under my robe and toyed with my pussy, but since my folks were due to come home at any minute I really didn't want to get myself started. Even sitting down was risqué! My pussy had contact with the seat of the chair, which was hard and pressed against me. This was madness! I'd never be able to wait till eight!

But I did. Right after dinner, dressed once more in slacks and blouse, I went up to my room and used the tree to get to Veronica's room. I found her seated on her bed, facing a young man who listened to her politely. He was all she said he'd be: blond, big, strong, and hung! His clothes were form-fitting to the point of giving all his secrets away, and when we were introduced my eyes just naturally wandered to his crotch to see what he had growing there. It looked as though he'd brought his pet boa constrictor!

"Harry works out a lot," Veronica said with a secret wink. "Don't you, Harry?"

"Every day," Harry replied. His eyes were wandering along my private parts, too. "Lots of push-ups and back presses. I work on my thighs, too." I felt faint just thinking about thighs. His were big, as big as those belonging to the white stallions on TV, and I could imagine how it would be to have them clamped against my sides, a vise of muscle holding me immobilized while that big cock pounded me to pieces! I sat down hastily and asked Veronica for a cigarette.

"Harry knows why he's here," Veronica went on, lighting the cigarette for me, "and I can tell he's delighted that I have such a beautiful cousin. Isn't that right, Harry?"

"You bet." His clear blue eyes met mine for a moment and I could see he was dying for a piece of my ass. All the more reason to make him wait a little. Get him good and keen. God, I could use a rabid lover! The restlessness hadn't left me for a moment and as I faced Harry and his impressive lap it grew to monstrous proportions: my restlessness, that is. His snake lay still, waiting to strike.

"How can you be so patient!" exclaimed Veronica. "Look at that hunk of man! Don't you feel like raping him?" Harry smiled at me as if to encourage me.

"I really think he's the one who ought to do the raping," I shrugged. "But if that's the way you want it, I'll go along with you."

"I think you'll enjoy it," said Veronica. She took the half- smoked cigarette from between my fingers and stubbed it out. "Sit perfectly still, Harry; my cousin is going to work out on you."

"You are going to help, aren't you?" I asked, suddenly intimidated.

"Don't worry," she said grimly. We stood up and moved toward the Viking, who sat in his easy chair and watched our approach with surprising calm. "Let's strip for action first." We did, and Harry's equanimity began to show a few cracks. His snake twitched uneasily and he shifted from side to side in the easy chair. But when he tried to grab hold of me my cousin responded with a sharp slap to his wrist. "Sit still, Harry, or you'll blow it!" she warned him. Harry obeyed at once. But the gleam in his eyes told me of his intentions, and that smouldering fire in my belly roared up to send flames shooting to all parts of my body.

As one we kneeled down between those massive thighs, and our hands caressed his pants legs tenderly. All I felt was hard flesh, unyielding masculinity, and my hand kept on moving up, up, toward that uncoiling boa. Since I was on his left it was closer to me, but Veronica's hand moved a little quicker and she got hold of it first. She closed her fingers about it through the cloth of his pants and began to rub it, which left nothing for me to grab.

"Give me some!" I demanded. Veronica shook her head and kept rubbing his cock. There was only one way to get my share and that was to go through his fly. I unzipped him in a flash and my hand dove down into his pants. I had to grope about for a bit before my hand got past his underpants but then I had him by the balls and Veronica lost her grip. "Jesus, it's very big!" I said, talking to myself. It was half hard already and when my fist closed around his stalk it rapidly thickened into a hard, hot rod. Veronica undid his belt and pulled his pants down a way to get her share. Both of us had forgotten about the rest of him. Only his cock fascinated us. And when it rose out of his crumpled undergarments, we both said: "Ooooohhhh!" like two little girls witnessing a fireworks display for the first time. Eight, maybe nine, inches of heavily veined cock rose out of all that textile, the brown skin drawn taut, turning a dark pink half an inch before his glans. And that knob, what a delight it was to behold! It seemed to be straining to contain itself and it was made expressly to be licked, of that we were both sure. Our heads moved toward the helmet-shaped crown and our tongues touched down on it together. Now we were no longer rivals but partners. His cock was big enough for the both of us!

Harry immediately made himself more comfortable and let out a groan of happiness as our tongues continued to twist and spiral around his sensitive knob. When the tip of my tongue pushed down into the tiny slit on top he began to sigh deeply; but that may have been due to Veronica taking his balls into her mouth. No matter! We worked as a team, licking and sucking that big cock until it gleamed wetly from his scrotum to the tip of his glans. His pants were around his ankles, our tits pressed into his knees, hands stroked over his hard, hairy flesh, fondled his heavy balls, and Harry lapped it up like a sultan.