Chapter 1

"Please Cathy... please?" Miro was beside himself with desire for the lovely girl who was gently stroking his throbbing tool. "Let me, darling. Let me make it good for you, too... please?"

"No Miro... no... I can't. It's not safe. We have to wait until we're married." The lovely blonde girl forced her boyfriend's hand away from between her legs while she slowly stroked his rigid cock through his jeans.

"But darling... you're not a virgin... not exactly. It won't matter... please Cathy... please... let me?"

The shy nineteen-year-old girl sat timidly beside her boyfriend and pushed his hand away from her tightly closed legs. Why had she ever told him she'd used that vibrator? Oh God! She wanted him. She wanted it! She'd only been twelve years old when her cousin had made her do it and, except for that time, she'd never been fucked. But why ad she said anything? Was it because she wanted to give Miro her virginity, the precious hymen that Mischa had so suddenly and excitingly burst in a paroxysm of youthful lust?

Shy though she was, Cathy waited and helped while her boyfriend slid his pants down over his hips and his hard, upthrust cock came into view. Oh God! She like the way it looked. She could hardly wait until they were married and he could put it into her the way Mischa had done more than six tears ago.

Miro sat back on the sofa. He wondered what would happen if he tried to force Cathy to let him fuck her. She was so pretty but at the same time she seemed so unsure of herself. If he forced her... raped her... it might do serious damage to her psyche. So he couldn't do that. And he loved it when she jerked him off. It was so much better than when he did it to himself.

"Please Cathy darling... kiss it... take it in your mouth... it's safe that way. Please darling... I'll do it for you."

"No Miro... please don't ask," the pretty girl said softly as she began to slowly stroke his rock hard penis. She wanted to... not with her mouth of course. The thought of having a cock in her mouth was repulsive.

Cathy slowly made love to her boyfriend's cock with her small, warm hands. Someday... hopefully soon... she would take this wonderful love muscle inside her body and they would make a son... or maybe a daughter. But until they were married that could not be allowed. She didn't dare. She remembered how she'd lost her head... lost control... and lost her virginity with her cousin when she was only twelve years old. And, although it was almost seven years ago, her pussy swelled and tingled with the memory.

As Cathy gently stroked the thickly veined column of rock-hard gristle with her increasingly skillful fingers she replayed her long-ago seduction as she did each time she did this for her boyfriend.

It had started innocently enough, at least as far as she was concerned. Maybe not that innocent for eighteen year old Mischa, though. They'd been alone in the house and he'd been looking at a Playboy magazine. Curious, Cathy had asked her older cousin why he liked to look at pictures of naked girls.

"You'll know soon enough," the young man replied as he looked more closely at his young cousin's body. Damn! She was pretty and she was getting a shape, too. Maybe she was old enough now? "Come sit here, Cathy. We'll find out if you're old enough to understand how men think," and the innocent twelve-year-old girl sat on the sofa beside her randy cousin.

"Do you play with yourself?" As he asked, Mischa slid his hand up under his young cousin's short skirt but she clamped her thighs on his wrist before his fingers found her pussy.

"No! Mischa! You can't do that... and I don't do what you asked." Her friend Marie had told her how she could have fun by herself and she'd done it a few times. Marie had gone ahead and done more than that already even though she was no older than Cathy. Not much older, anyway. And she'd gone all the way.

"I bet you do it, Cathy. All girls do... guys too. C'mon Cathy... let me feel you and you can feel me and we'll both be happy." As he spoke the boy felt the girl's thighs relax their grip on his wrist and then his fingers were under her cotton panties. Her little pussy felt as soft and smooth as only a twelve year old pussy can feel and almost at once his advances were welcomed by a rush of the hot, oily fluid that revealed her sexual readiness.

Mischa had enough experience that he went slowly. Soon Cathy was almost naked and the boy's penis was bare and throbbing to her touch. He never asked her to go al the way. They rolled from the sofa to the floor and it seemed so natural that her cousin should be on top of her.

"Mischa? Are you sure it's Okay? I'm only twelve years old... and I'm your cousin?" Cathy's voice was halting and timid and she was afraid but the feel of her cousin's hardness ribbing over her dripping wet pussy was so good that she didn't want to stop. And he was older. He wouldn't do this if it was wrong, would he?

Twelve-year-old Cathy closed her eyes, and her body relaxed, as her cousin's cock pushed between the fat, soft lips of her quim and then slid in farther and farther. Then the vulnerable virgin felt it against her hymen, a dull, aching pressure that hurt but at the same time didn't hurt.

She stiffened again; because Molly said that was the only time it hurt. Cathy felt her cousin's cock push inward roughly. Mischa held her hips and made her body arch up as she felt the sharp sting, felt the welling up of her virgin blood, and then she relaxed again, as her cousin's cock pushed deep, deep into her tiny little hole.

Mischa thrilled at getting his pretty, little cousin's cherry. His cock was buried balls-deep in her quivering quim. For a while, his cock remained still in her cunt, as if he were letting her get used to the phenomenal length and breadth of it. That was what he was doing all right but he was also savoring that delightful, clasping tightness that one feels only that one time when he breaks in a virgin.