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Chapter 3

The first night went very easy. Walter was busy working, so after eating supper with Florrie and the two girls, he had shown them the laundry facilities, given Florrie instructions on where to do the shopping, and he'd left. Florrie would be paying for the food with her own money, and the amounts would be subtracted from the money she was paying Walter. Walter had figured it would be easier to do it this way than to have her pay him, and then have him give her some of the money back.

The girls fell in love with the apartment. It was large, spacious, and airy. The bedroom they now shared was three times larger than the one they'd shared with their mother in the small apartment. Both girls felt Cousin Walter wasn't quite as bad as mom had painted him, though he had been doing his best to be nice to them. He was smart enough to know a man didn't keep his women too terrified or they'd walk out on him.

The following day, while Florrie was still at work, Walter came to the apartment and found the two girls doing homework.

"You," he said to Eva. "Go around the corner to the movie house and tell the woman at the box office I said to let you go in."

"What's playing there?" Eva asked, shrinking away from him.

"I don't know," Walter shrugged. "Whatever it is, sit through it twice. They know me at that theater, so if you tell them I said to let you in, they'll do just that. Right now, I wanna have a talk with your sister."

Marge began shivering as Eva walked out. She knew Cousin Walter wanted much more than to merely talk.

"Sure, Cousin Walter," she nodded. "What would you like to talk about?"

"Just what did your mom tell you about your coming to live here?" he asked. He was almost stuttering, hemming and hawing, and Marge could see he was nervous. Well, she was no less nervous, and with a lot more reason. Being fourteen years old, she was not ready to psychoanalyze Walter's reasons for appearing a little unsteady.

"Mom told me everything," she finally admitted, shaking a little.

"Yeah, well I'm glad she was honest. So you and I can get right down to it without playing word games," he told her, a hand unsteadily reaching out and running up and down her body, feeling her full breasts through her blouse, then running down the length of her skirt, stopping once to press against the puffy mound between her thighs.

Marge felt like cringing, but summoned up all her courage and remained unmoving. As it was she was beginning to shake, and Walter could see the fear in her eyes.

Although he had enjoyed raping her mother, Walter was interested in trying to make the girl a willing victim to his perverted lusts. So he said, "Look, kid, you smell really nice. I guess you take a shower every day, huh?"

"Y-yes," Marge nodded.

"Look, you go ahead and get undressed… well… put on a bathrobe or something. I'm going to take my own shower. I'll be out in a couple of minutes. Stay relaxed. I don't want to hurt you. I'll make it as easy for you as I can, but you gotta cooperate. Now you strip down, put on a robe, and wait for me here in my bedroom while I take a shower."

He left her, going into the bathroom. Marge stared after him, feeling the panic starting to enlarge inside her. She was all set to run, to get out. But then she glanced across the hall into what was now her mother's bedroom, and she realized what would happen to her mother, and perhaps her sister, if she ran.

Stiltedly, she walked to the room she shared with Eva, and there, stripped down. Looking at her figure in the dressing table mirror, she was smart enough to know there was nothing unpleasant about her. Her breasts were white, high grapefruits, each tipped with a pink cherry. And each shimmering cherry tip was surrounded by a silver-dollar-sized circle of glistening strawberry syrup. Against the vanilla ice cream of her breasts, they stood out in vibrant contrast. Although she was no gymnast, Marge had managed to keep her young body vibrantly firm, and she could see the way her waist pinched in, the way a wide road suddenly narrows. And then the "road" widened again as her gaze moved down to the way her hips were starting to flare. In another year or two they would really be broad, just like her mother's. Without turning around, she knew her flat-fleshed buttocks were not quite as appetizing as those of her sister, but her ass would hardly drive away the eyes of staring men. Her thoughts had always woven fantasies about mysterious lovers desperate for her because she had such a lovely body. Now the "lover" had become an too real, and he was far from a mystery. Not that Cousin Walter was an ugly man. Far from it. In Marge's eyes he was handsome. But the lingering thought of what he was doing to her mother spoiled the illusion she could have built about him.

Going to what was now her closet, she opened it and took out her bathrobe. It was cotton, but when she used to put it on, her mind saw it as shimmering satin, gossamer and shining and see-through.

Trembling, she walked back into the bedroom, standing there in her bare feet, waiting. The mere thought of having Walter paw her like a huge bear made her stomach queasy. The longer he took, the more frightened she became.

Her back was to the bathroom door when she heard it open.

"Hey," he told her. "You can go lie down in the bed."

The sound of his voice sent shivering chills shooting through her, building the revulsion she was beginning to feel. She didn't turn around to look at him, afraid he was totally naked. She didn't want to look at his body, half-afraid the sight of his nudity would repel her even more, but half afraid it might fascinate her.

Walter, staring at her back, sensed her apprehension, but at this point he didn't give a flying fuck. All through the shower he had visualized what it would be like to sink his rod into the tight, virginal depths of the young blonde, and he had built a long, thick fencepost between his thighs. He was naked, just as Marge had feared. Hell! No use having to waste time undressing.

"Well," he told her, "we've come to that time. Before you get into bed, how about dropping that robe and giving me a good look at you."

Marge shuddered, terrified at the thought of exposing herself to this man who, until yesterday, had been a total stranger to her. Still, thinking of what he could do to her mother, she undressed quickly, letting the cotton robe slide down her shoulders to the floor. But she kept her back to him.

Walter stared at her shimmering golden hair. This would be the first time he'd make it with a natural blonde. All the others had been bottle jobs. His eyes took in the gentle slope of her youthful shoulders, watching the way the lamplight bounced off them, creating the impression of outlining them. He loved the pinched, almost wasp like indentation of her waistline. True, her hips were only now starting to develop, and her buttocks weren't quite as round and as full as they would one day be, but the crevice between them was no less enticing. But her intoxicating long legs were already well-shaped. Christ! The girl was a vision, a real vision, and Walter gulped, feeling his hard cock jerk, as if it could see what he saw, from its sightless eye.

"Well," he told her, "let's get into the sack."

He watched her half-turn as she hurried to slide under the covers. This gave him his first glimpse of her firm, rotund, pink-nippled breasts as they swayed and bobbled while she climbed into the bed. She hurriedly covered herself, and when he walked around to the other side of the bed, she turned away from him, and he first understood something was bothering her.

"What the hell is this?" he snapped, trying to keep his temper.

Marge turned her head and saw him standing there, naked, and instead of being frightened, she felt heat surging through her. His knuckled hands were on his hips as he stared at her, his thick, strong legs spread wide apart, making her eyes move to the apex between them. This was her first sight of the thick, heavy log, heavy veined, rigid and out thrusting. She watched the way it bobbled in the air, its purple head pointing at her. The sight of that magenta dome aroused her an the more, but at the same time she felt a sense of shame for allowing herself to be aroused. It seemed to her she should fight this terrible yearning she was developing. She forced her eyes to look up at his face. It was the first time she had seen him without his glasses, and she had to admit he looked even better.

"Please… Cousin Walter," she muttered. "I don't feel well."

Her tone of voice was totally unconvincing, and she had to shut her eyes to keep herself from looking at his throbbing cock. Even so, remembering what it had looked like set off burning sparks of wanton desire inside her.

"You got your period?" Walter asked.

Marge knew better than to lie about that. All he'd have to do is take one look, and he'd know she was lying.

"No," she answered, shaking her head.

"What you're telling me is, you're going to give me a hard time. Is that it?"

He was already starting to get angry. Since when did a little snot-nose tell him what to do and what not to do. She was here for his pleasure. It was the one thing keeping him from sending his strong-arm boys to her mother. It was no longer a question of how much he liked Florrie. If it got out he was letting her get away without paying him, others might try the same thing, and he would soon be out of business. Cousin or not, one way or another the debt she owed him had to be paid. He was making it easy for his cousin, not increasing the interest any more as long as she and the girls did what he wanted. But now the snotty little blonde was trying to renege, and Walter didn't like that at all. The blood was pounding furiously through his body, making his raging prick even harder.

"I… don't want to make things hard for you," Marge told him, her voice a mere whimper. "But you wouldn't want me this way. I mean, I might throw up or something."

"You might, but then you might not," he replied, his voice quivering with contained rage.

"Please don't make me," Marge begged.

"Don't make you?" he screamed in mounting wrath. "You little bitch, who the hell do you think you're talking to? I'm not some scuzzy boy friend who took you out on a date, hoping to cop a feel. It isn't as if I were a John off the street or something. Marge-baby, this is Walter, your loving cousin, the guy whose house you're gonna be living in for the next two years… at least. I'm the guy who is as close to being able to legally fuck you as a guy can get without a license."

His hands reached down and he suddenly jerked the covers off her. Her white, wraithlike beauty was exposed to his staring eyes. He didn't need his glasses to appreciate her. His glasses were for close-up work, and then, only if what he was looking at was small. And there was nothing small about Marge.

Marge had never thought the man could be this angry. She rolled herself into a ball, shrinking away from him, apprehensive of being hurt. The cool air washed over her body, making her shudder as she felt his eyes wash over her naked, silken flesh. He stalked around to her side of the bed, gripping his thick cock in his right hand. He started stoking it back and forth, and the foreskin seemed to slide up and down, first hiding it, then backing away and letting the head stand out in all its glory. The salacious sight should have repelled her, but instead, it fascinated her.

What snapped her out of her erotic reverie was his saying, "You're gonna look great at the other end of this, Marge."

"Golly, you're like a spoiled little kid," Marge snapped defensively. "If you can't have what you want, you start saying nasty things. Well, gee, you seem to look kind of natural standing there, pulling on that handle of yours. In my school, I hear the boys do that all the time. I hear it's called jerking off. Well go on ahead and start pulling on it. Go on, jerk off, because I don't think I want that frankfurter inside me."

Walter was stunned. For a young girl she certainly seemed to know a lot. Her words seemed to slash through him like a sharp-edged knife. The blade seemed to bite into his very soul, and for a moment he hardly knew what he was doing. His mind became a blur, and when he finally understood what was happening, he realized he was sitting on her chest, his cock in the valley between her tits, and his knees were pressing on her forearms, keeping them from moving. His hand was clamped tightly in her hair, tugging her head upright, and he was leaning forward as he now gripped his cock with his free hand and was slowly forcing the shuddering violet point toward her clamped mouth.

"No! No! No!" she cried out from between clenched lips. "I won't, I won't, I won't. This is perverted and disgusting."

Marge felt horrified, feeling his weight on her body, seeing the way he was thrusting his cock toward her face. Not that she wasn't fascinated by the sight of it. But the idea of putting it into her mouth was repulsive.

"You goddamn blonde cunt," he snapped. "You're gonna do just what I tell you to do. You're gonna take my hot cock into that big mouth of yours and you're going to suck on it until I shoot my whole wad down that bitchy little throat of yours. What's more, you're going to swallow every drop of it. And if you bite, or if you hurt me in any way, I'll split that blonde head of yours open like a rotten piece of fruit."

He released his cock at that moment and began slapping her face, not hard, but with enough force to sting and degrade her. There was a certain amount of self-control in the smacks as they resounded through the room. His instincts told him to wallop the shit out of her.

Marge began struggling under his weighty body, fighting and writhing to the best of her ability as tears of shame poured down her cheeks. But even as she struggled she knew this was useless. He was determined to fuck her mouth, and there was no way she could avoid this.

"Suck it, you cunt," he snapped, his voice sounding gravelly and hoarse with lust.

His hand jerked her head higher, pulling her face closer to his stolid, unbending cock, while his other hand slapped her pretty face each time she refused to comply. The pressure was becoming too much for Marge. She finally went limp under him.

His breathing had become heavier, and the pressure of his knees, digging into her forearms, had made them feel numb. Now his large buttocks pressed hard against her cushioned breasts, flattening them into her body, and she almost jumped when she felt him rest the head of his throbbing cock on her chin.

"Come on," he urged, no longer slapping her. "It isn't bad, Marge. You'll see. You'll come to love it, you really will."

Slowly, her tear-filled eyes tightly closed, she allowed him to raise her head the rest of the way. Reluctantly, she began parting her lips, opening her mouth.

"Now," Walter breathed, gripping the headboard above her with both hands after he'd propped pillows behind her head, taking his knees off her arms. "You take a good grip on my cock with both hands, honey. While you're holding it, you start licking it, up and down the underside, then all around. Then you lick my balls, too. And don't stop licking them until I say so. Got it?"

Walter Morola's handsome, evil face was a grotesque mask of sadistic lust. He had been willing to do this the easy way with the girl, if only she had been willing to go along. But she had proven bitchy, and now it was going down hard. He watched the subservient beauty of his awestricken, golden-haired first cousin-once removed, as she slowly extended her hands to surround his pulsating prick. Slowly, fearfully, her slender fingers surrounded it, then took a firm grip on it. This sent heated blisters of thrills to jolt through the solid rod, and he gasped a throaty grunt. He stared down at her face, watching her tear-shiny eyes enlarge in a combination of debased subjugation and inner desire. He could see the tiny flames of lust kindling in their brown depths.

Goddamn kid, he thought to himself, his mind almost furious that she should have given him such a hard time when it was obvious she wanted it as much as he. He'd teach the little twat a lesson once and for all. She'd know better than to keep herself back in the future when he told her to do something.

The thrilling sensation of his swollen, heated cock, hard in her unwilling hands caused bolts of electrical lust to burst through him, blinding him to everything but the lesson he had to teach this young, snotty girl. God! She had such a thrilling touch. God!

Marge was unable to understand the series of tingling sensations racing through her own body, taking total possession of her. The fear she had felt had suddenly given way to a fermenting galvanization of sensuality spiraling through her entire body, reaching into her cunt as her hand closed all the more tightly around the shuddering cock. She felt so filled with wonder, she gasped aloud. Her spider-webbed mind had become a network of uncontrollable sensations. The presence and sight of his thick, swollen phallus locked inside her small, delicate fingers, inches from her lips, was quickly overpowering all other conscious feelings. Her hand began stroking it, and she felt more heat burn through her girlish body. A new, almost masochistic thrill seemed to shudder through her, building even higher when his hand came down, grabbed her hair again, and tugged on her head as he said, "Put the fucking cock in that sweet mouth of yours, Marge. Lick it all over."

His voice aroused her even more, even though it sounded angry and vindictive. And when his hand pulled on her hair, jerking her impassioned mouth even closer to his shuddering cock, she felt hotter than ever.

"P… please… " she gasped, one more time, hoping more to clear her own mind of this desire than anything else.

"All the goddamn begging, whining and pleading, or even upchucking isn't going to stop you from sucking this cock. I don't give a goddamn if you don't wanna speak to me when we're with your mother and sister, but when we're alone, you're gonna do just what I want. And what I want is for you to suck my cock until you've drained every last drop of spunk from inside it. And don't give me the bullshit you're just a kid. It's time you learned what life is all about."

"Please, please, please," she submissively begged, sobbing with a blend of shame and desire. For some unexplainable reason she felt an overpowering desire to do as he ordered, and for that, she was ashamed. The idea of doing so degrading an act should have made her sick. It didn't. She felt a greater need than ever to suck the cock. And the shame she was feeling at wanting to do it was slowly beginning to recede.

"Maybe if it was some young kid's prick you wouldn't mind doing it," Walter snarled, not realizing she despised boys her own age. "But it's my cock," he told her, burning her inflamed ears all the more. "Now, you put it in your mouth and start licking and sucking."

The sound of his voice brought terror back to the fourteen-year-old, making her realize there was no way to avoid this. Even if she hadn't wanted to do this, she would have been forced. Walter was enough of a bastard to force her to do it, even though it seemed like the most unreasonable, perverted thing to do. But even as she thought this, the strong, inner urge to obey him took control of her, sending wild thrills shooting through her torso. In the depths of what she felt was her abasement, she continued stroking it with her closed fist, feeling him buck back and forth on her full breasts. Each time her hand pulled back on it, the foreskin slid back, revealing his shuddering purple point. She stared at it as her hand continued manipulating the point back and forth. She tried to turn her mind to the evil of what she was doing, but she couldn't. Just looking at the cock in her moving fist got her more and more heated up. Soon, her entire universe seemed wrapped up in the hot, burning phallus clutched in her hand. Her small, slender fingers just barely managed to encircle it, it was so thick. Each tug of her hand seemed to bring it closer, and she found she was lifting her head without pressure from his hand, wanting to bring her mouth to it.

The tight clutch of her hand made him gasp with anticipated lust, and this caused more unexplainable tickles of wanton desire to ladder through her body, egging her on to take a deep breath and extend her tongue, finally bringing it barely into contact with the firm, plum-like tip. The touch of her tongue to his glans made Walter want to scream. It felt as if she had touched him there with a hot wire. He forced himself to keep from moving as her tongue reached out a little further and began swirling around the purple glans. She licked slowly, carefully, as if experimenting with his cock in a science lab. The motion of her tongue was too much for Walter, and his ass began bouncing and twisting on her firm, pillowy tits. When the tip of her tongue licked into the wet, tingling orifice in the head of his cock, he thought he'd hit the ceiling.

Marge, still holding her breath, was able to taste the tangy emission of colorless fluid seeping from the slit in his cock. It was the first time in her life she had ever smelled or tasted the fluid, and she noted it seemed to increase as she licked faster. The scent of it, added to the flavorful taste, caused another unwanted wave of thrilling desire to trammel through her. Her provoked nostrils began quivering, and without thinking about it, she suddenly found her, tongue licking down along the underside of the thick penis, following the embossed lines of the vein network running through it. She tugged hard on the staff, pulling the foreskin way back, letting her tongue dance delicately over the rim of his corona. Her fingers were sliding lower and lower on the massive pole, until her fist was bunched up at the base, pressing into his scrotum. And in the meanwhile, her tongue, like a paintbrush, was lapping up and down the trembling underside of his throbbing cock. At one point her tongue bypassed her fist and began lapping at his wrinkled sac. Her right hand reached behind him, and her nails lightly scraped along the underside of his testicles, making him shudder and tremble even more. Her palm slipped under the balls and hefted them, and soon she was weighing them. And all the while, her other hand held the foreskin tugged away from the bloated head, so each time her lapping tongue rode up, it could circle the glans, teasing the rim.

Marge stared at it, becoming more and more enamored of it with each passing moment. She no longer wanted to merely lick it. She wanted to feel the full weight of the massive cock inside her mouth. She wanted to suck that purpled head until it turned white. Abruptly, she moved her anxious, encircling lips forward, taking the spongy, lavender head into their ovaled ribbon, allowing the burning staff to glide along the length of her extended tongue. Her wet, round oral cave absorbed more and more of it, the oozing drops of pre-seminal seepage filling the warm, oral shelter with its lust-arousing piquancy.

Marge sighed, hearing Walter groan. Her head continued its awkward bobbing as he stared down at her, watching the wanton sight of her mouth sucking his thick cock. Her delightfully girlish face looked obscenely distorted, but beautiful, as she began sucking with burning desire.

Walter trembled, realizing he had set something off inside the girl. The blonde beauty was trying to stuff the entire length of his sex sausage down her throat. He groaned and pulled her head a little higher, while his other hand adjusted the pillows behind her head. Then he gently eased her head back against them as he put his weight on his knees. He released her hair, and both his hands cupped her face between them. All the while he was feeding more and more of his throbbing cock into her mouth. Even when he felt his phallic point touch her throat he didn't stop. He was going to teach this girl the right way to suck. He pushed forward, opening her esophagus, expecting her to gag, choke, and fight him off. But for some reason her body had entirely relaxed, and as he pushed forward, her gullet tightly expanded and took in his cockpoint. And all the while her hands continued to lovingly caress his dangling testicles.

Christ! She was good. She was really good. He'd been blown by experts, and none of them had been willing to take the full length of his thick staff into their faces. God! She put the whores to shame.

He began slowly rocking his hips, tromboning his thick, licentiously enlarged staff in and out of her sucking mouth, feeling his glans literally "pop" in and out of her throat. He could feel the damp sucking sounds she was making, while her fingers continued teasing his balls, and his own hands continued clasping her face between them.

Walter stared in lustful, perverted captivation, feeling her puffed cheeks between his hands as her bobbing head began working more fervently, toiling back and forth with more and more speed, letting him know she was totally subservient to his wishes. Unable to control himself, Walter shoved his cock deeper and deeper into her mouth, thrusting it forward with greater vehemence, feeling the way her oval lips sucked with mounting strength. He was unable to contain the smile of dominant lust he felt with each in-thrust, thrilling to the wonderful way her sucking mouth receptively hungered for him. She moaned in uncontrolled passion between his thighs, and he could feel the passion shudder through his cock and make his belly tremble.

Marge couldn't understand what was happening to her. What she did know was that she felt a wicked, obscene, lewd stimulation brought on by the forced sucking of her cousin's cock. Her cheeks still burned from the many slaps he had given her. Her breasts still pulsated from his full weight when he had sat on them. He had completely degraded her, making her feel helpless, and through all of this she felt a wanton, perverse enrapturing lust of sensations she had never known before. There was a growing, heated, lasciviousness charging madly through her loins, her belly, and her untouched vagina.

Her hands clung possessively to his thick cock and heavy balls. New tears were streaming down her cheeks, but these were tears of masochistic happiness. She had never, in her most remote teenage sexual fantasies, dreamed of sucking on a man's penis. And now that she was doing it, she found it to be the most wonderful thing she had ever done. It brought her a feeling of self-satisfaction, comfort, and sheer bliss. She found herself looking eagerly forward to each thrust of his phallic wand. And when his cock was fully embedded in her mouth, her tongue reached out to eagerly explore the wrinkles in his scrotum. Each time his cock slid back, the tip of her tongue lapped around the glans and ferally explored the tiny slit, hoping to coax out more of what she found to be that delicious, tangy lubricant. And during all of this, she felt a heated moistness building in her own vagina, making her squeeze her thighs together.

Walter stared down at the lovely blonde girl, absorbed by the way her lips elastically stretched to accommodate the thickness of his mighty penis. He continued guiding her lovely face with his hands, licentiously thrusting his hard cock in and out of the tight circle of her lips. He watched the way her ripe, contorted lips clung to his sliding shaft, seeing the tiny pink ridges of oral flesh pull out as his cock slid back, then seemingly disappear each time he powered forward. He shuddered each time the tender head of his cock worked its way into her throat, feeling the tight clutch of her esophagus creating a salacious sensation he'd never before believed possible: He could fee: the softness of her nose press into the wiry hairs on his pelvis. And then, abruptly, he became aware of a movement behind him. Her writhing hips and thighs were starting to bounce on the bed, hitting it as if the bed were a drumhead.

Turning, he looked at her alabaster thighs, and the sight of her sensual lower half burned through him. He watched the full, white limbs squeeze and rub against one another. He also stared at the undulating, wriggling motions of her nicely swelling hips. God! What a luscious-looking young cunt. The hairs around it had already grown nice and thick, looking like a golden mass of fluff. He had to taste that pussy. Christ! So he slowly began tugging his throbbing cock from between her pulling jaws.

"Mmmmm… oh no… no… no… please… Cousin Walter… " Marge began to beseechingly whimper. "Please… please… don't take it away… let me suck on it, oh please… please… please… I'm sorry I tried to back out of this. I'm sorry. I'll never do it again. But don't take this cock away from me… let me suck it until you shoot… please…"

"Easy, easy," Walter told her, the rage in him totally dissipated. "I'm not taking the cock away from you, sweet girl. All I'm going to do is gobble a little of that tasty nookie between your thighs, Okay?"

"Huh? You mean you're going to… gosh… wellllll… sure… hey, why not! Heck… that's terrific… but remember, I want more of that wonderful cock."

"That's better. Just you remember, Marge-baby. Do as Cousin Walter says, and we'll both be happy."

"Yes, yes, yes, but hurry up and do it," Marge urged.

"Do what?" he asked, teasing the hell out of her.

"You know."

"Say it. I want to hear the words coming out of a sweet innocent, fourteen-year-old girl's mouth. Come on, now. Say it."

"Kiss it, lick it, lap it," she begged.

"Kiss, lick, and lap what?" he asked.

"My cunt. My pussy, my twat, my vagina. Eat it! Golly, don't drive me out of my skull like this. Suck my pussy until tomorrow… and give me more and more and more of that wonderful cock to eat."

Walter smiled at her, and slowly but surely began slithering down the length of her tender body, kissing her full, swollen breasts, licking her nipples, biting them, making them harder and harder. Then he moved his face lower, rubbing it into her silken-fleshed belly, stopping only to lap into the dimple of her navel before moving his head lower and swathing it through the blonde alfalfa on her pubis.

Marge didn't know why, but she suddenly felt a strong affection for her cousin. She should have hated him for all the things he'd done to her mother and herself, as well as for the things he would do to her sister. But her mind was reeling in lewd anticipation of what was about to happen.

His strong hands pressed on her inner thighs, touching their tender softness, and Marge felt her breath catching in her lungs as she waited, anxious to feel what she knew was coming. Golly! Could this be real? She was only fourteen-years-old.

She lurched up and sighed as his hot mouth clamped over her puffy lower lips. She thrilled to the tingling kisses the tip of his tongue was planting barely inside her hair-lined slit. Her vagina began to tingle madly, and she was humping her ass up and down, now totally out of control.

His mouth clamped down more surely on the split purse of her seething snatch as he continued planting seething kisses on the tender, prickling outer lips of her blistering vagina. Then his tongue slickly licked up and back, forcing her outer labia apart. His oral digit rested on the curried divide of her inner lips. Now the tongue began licking like that of an adder, lapping at the inner opening.

Every muscle in Marge's fourteen-year-old body began reacting uncontrollably as his tongue licked the ragged edges of her inner labia. Gasping sighs of surrendering delight began seeping from between her lips.

Mom, oh mom, this is so wonderful, she thought. What a terrific way to pay back a loan. Oh God! This has to be the best thing that's ever happened to me! Golly!

Her mind was totally enveloped in a flooded whirlpool of heightening delight. Everything else was now forced out. All she cared about was the maddening way his lusting tongue was making her react. Her young, voluptuous, girlish body was glowing with delight. Anxiously, her hands slid down across the hard nipples of her full breasts. She felt a throbbing in her fleshy mounds, and it made her writhe madly. Then her hands slid lower over her soft, girlish skin, rubbing across her flat belly, then pushing to the side and moving lower, coming to rest on the inside of each of her thighs. Her fingers could touch her palpitating outer cuntlips.

She felt his heavy breathing, shuddering with wonder as the air from his mouth blistered against her pubic hair. Her fingers perversely spread her labia wide apart, tugging on them to give his mouth better access to her steaming depths. The hair-covered flaps of her tight pink flesh spread wider and wider apart as her trembling, delicate fingers tightly held them in place. She could feel his cheeks against her thighs, and it made her shudder all the more. She felt his head go lower, and then his hot, wet tongue drew a line through the sensitive, swampy, exposed coral flesh of her satiny, budlike pussy.

"Unnnnn… aaaarrrggghhh… " she gasped, static shooting from each of her pores. She had never felt anything like it before.

Jesus! Walter thought to himself, still not able to figure out all that had happened. All this was partially from his own lust and partially out of revenge. How the hell could he have known the little blonde twat would act so pruriently.

How the hell could a young girl suddenly be so overpoweringly mastered by passion? Damn! There had never been anyone like Marge in his entire life. Not even Florrie was this passionate. And the worst part of it was, her enjoying it so much took away from the revenge he thought he would enjoy against Florrie for having had this kid by some other dick. Well hell, there was always Eva. She might not be this passionate.

In the meantime, he intended taking full advantage of Marge's heat. He was going to fuck that mouth of hers again, while he continued drinking from the womanly vessel into which his mouth was now plunged. He could fuck her another time. This was too good to mess up. Also, he wasn't in the mood to have her bleed all over his sheets. His eyes greedily stared at the ragged, pink-edged labia she was holding open for him. The flushed delicacy of her boggy interior, exposed as it was to his ravenous, hungry sight, was completely absorbed by his obscene brain. Greedily he took in the breathtaking sight, wild spasms of wanton hunger scurrying through his body. Just staring at the pink depths made him grind his cock into the bed.

"Oh golly," Marge screamed. "Please… please… please…"

Her voice was a hoarse whisper as lust drove her madder and madder.

To Walter's whirling brain the whole thing seemed like something he had dreamed up. She was actually begging him. Shit! She was still a virgin. He was willing to bet on that. Knowing her mother as he did, he was willing to bet his were the first male eyes to look at her body since she'd come out of the womb. Yet here she was, begging him to tongue her slit, spreading her wide-open cunt before him, offering him the feast of a lifetime.

He stared at the shining coral interior, moistly glistening with the rich dew her body manufactured, built up by the carnal desire he had infused in her. Jesus! That wide-open vaginal maw was pulsating and twitching as she writhed her wonderful loins. His eyes followed the movements of her alluring pussy.

Hungry to taste more of her, his mouth clamped itself to the raging orifice as he stabbed the full length of his blistering tongue into the quivering furnace of her close, slithery pussy. He heard her sigh with wanton thrills, moaning and whimpering with joy as gasps tumbled from her lips, forming unintelligible sounds. Her soft, girlish hands now clutched at his head, tugging his hair, pulling his face ever deeper into the yawning chasm of her feminine well. She continued squealing out deep, animal-like grunts as she tugged his face deeper and deeper into her splayed, inner garden, letting the fleecy hairs growing on her outer labia rub against his cheeks. Walter could feel her head moving back and forth again and again as his tongue lanced into the flooded, viscid core of her aroused groove. All the while, she continued grinding her lovely, youthful hips into the softness of his mattress, shuddering and trembling as continuous gasps kept pouring from her mouth, oozing as it were from between gritted teeth. She pushed her hands into the bed, forcing her loins higher, jamming her split-peach pussy against his anxious face, framing his cheeks with her wide-open labia. Her ultra sensitive, heated vaginal walls opened and closed around his thrusting tongue of their own volition. He couldn't believe this girl had been so unknowing. Had she been anyone else's daughter, he would have sworn she'd indulged in this countless times before. But Marge had Florrie's natural erotic tendencies.

His poking tongue licked deeper and deeper, at one point touching the delicate membrane of her hymen. She jumped a little, feeling a certain amount of sensitivity when his oral digit touched the proof of her virginity. But then he withdrew the plunging tongue, licking straight up between her soft, inner labia, tasting the juices filling her wide-open fissure. And then his tongue found what it had been seeking. It circled the swollen nubbin of her shuddering clitoris, licking lightly at it in the beginning, enjoying the sounds of Marge's screeching as her ass bounced on the bed again and again. He surrounded the darling clit with his pulling lips and began to suck wildly, drinking the swampy outpourings of her shuddering vagina, pulling the pink bullet into the heated cave of his mouth while his tongue whipped It again and again. He sucked the straining plexus of her femininity until she thought she would go insane with imploding passion.

"Unnnggghhh… " she gasped, leaning back, her weight on the palms of her hands pressed into the bed behind her. Her loins churned wildly, bucking, humping, screwing, corkscrewing. "More, more, more… " she begged, wanting the feel of his tongue all the way up into her cervical opening. Walter lifted his face to stare at her glazed eyes, seeing the way her mouth was erotically distorted. Her head was still tossing from side to side, but now it was doing so in regular rhythm as her fingers bunched the covers she clutched. Unable to feel satisfied with what he was doing, she fell back onto the pillows, then reached down with her hands grabbed his hair, and did her best to direct his mouth as it voraciously sucked, aiming it more directly into the clenching hole of her teeming pussy. Meanwhile, his own hands ran up over her body and filled themselves with her breasts, kneading them, pulling the tender bullet-shaped nipples, squeezing the fullness of her tit-flesh. His thumbs and forefingers continued to roll the hardened nipples between them, making them stretch that much longer.

Jesus! He was out of his mind with hunger for her. Feasting at her feminine gash just wasn't enough… Yet to fuck her would mean his having to tug his mouth from her delicious inferno, and that was something he didn't want to do. The lust overpowering him was driving him totally out of his mind with a need for this teenage girl. He found it almost impossible to believe the lasciviously writhing naked wonder, heaving and churning under his lapping mouth was a young, immature fourteen-year-old. Yet that was precisely what she was. He was able to get to this not-fully-developed chick as easily as he had gotten to her mother. She was reacting so strongly, he found it hard to believe she wasn't putting on an act. But a fourteen-year-old girl, no matter how good, couldn't fake what this girl was going through. It took years of being a paid whore to be able to approximate this, and even then it wasn't always a successful imitation. This was the real thing, all right. And this young girl was behaving just as she felt.

Marge's mind continued spinning orgiastically. The girl no longer attempted to explain why she was feeling as she did, but accepted it, giving herself up to the heady bliss of each wonderful passing moment. Then she felt him hoisting her legs and forcing them lasciviously back, until her kneecaps touched her nipples. She sensed his huge, hot hands pressing behind the soft white thighs, pushing her widespread crotch until it was even more open, totally exposing the plane of her wanton cunt to the delightful lashing of his lapping tongue and sucking lips. She felt the thrilling, wet contact of his oral digit slide down and lick at the prunelike surface of her anus, licking and digging at the sensitive little orifice, sending searing thrills of lurid wonder flooding through her vibrating, helpless torso.

Golly! she kept thinking. Golly! Golly! Golly! This was something really special. Gee, he was licking her anus, and men just didn't do something like that with every girl. She could feel the way his wet, probing tongue was pushing into it, lapping wildly away at it, slurping and licking… oooohh… he was trying to push it into her. Oooooooh! Uuuuuuuuh!

She almost bit her own tongue, and that was when she realized her own mouth was empty.

"Cousin Walter," she called to him. "Turn around. Let me suck that wonderful cock of yours. Hurry!"

Walter, with his face still glued between her rounded glutei cheeks, arced his body around until his throbbing cock was directly over her face and his knees surrounded her head. His tongue continued licking up and down, running from the moist juiciness of her seething twat to the tight crinkle of her tender asshole, licking furiously. As his tongue dipped into the salacious center of her steaming honeypot, he felt her fingers curl around his throbbing cock, and then her hands were pulling hard, tugging it into the wide circle of her ribboned lips, trying to suck the entire length of it down her throat, at once.

Her desire was savage and unbridled, and she sucked so strongly, she vacuumed it into the depths of her esophagus before she was ready, and she almost strangled on it. Her tongue was madly running all over the throbbing dingus, wetting it from base to crown, teasing the sensitive underside, tantalizing the oversensitive corona, lapping at the base, licking the head, and trying to lick into the little slit. She felt the glans pulse and throb between her lips, once more enjoying the taste of the rich spice it emitted. Again, her hands were delicately massaging his testicles, and the lust burning in her brain was no longer the fire of subservience, but the flames of equal desire. She felt him move his loins up and down, up and down, and the thick, throbbing pole began sliding in and out, in and out, matching the rhythm of his lapping tongue as it once again thrust deeply into her cunt.

Marge had no idea so many different feelings and sensations could rampantly race through a human body. Even as she pumped her cunt in time to the way his licking tongue was working on it, and moved her head in rhythm to the up-and-down bucking of his plunging cock, she realized these were feelings she wanted to become more and more familiar with.

Abruptly, she almost jumped as she felt something new added to what they were doing, His forefinger was probing her rectal orifice, slowly opening it, carefully working its way into her, touching other delicate nerves his tongue had not been able to reach before. The touch of his finger made her breath quicken. She realized if she tightened her anal interior the probing of his finger would hurt. All she had to do was relax, and she did just that. His finger slid in quickly and painlessly, all the way.

"Uuunnnggghhh!" she gasped, the thick cock still stuffed down her throat, blocking her from really making noises. Even so, her sounds were those of rapture and not of agony.

A funny feeling began welling up in her belly. It was something she had never known before. She could feel the warm glow spreading into her loins, and knew something wonderful would shortly take place.

His wonderful mouth, still stuck to her seeping cunt and stretching the elasticized vaginal interior of her body, made her writhe insanely. His deep, thrusting tongue was swirling around inside her, lashing the sensitive vaginal walls in time to the way her mouth was bobbing up and down on his cock, which, in turn, was keeping time with the way his finger was thrusting in and out of her rectum. She began nursing on his boner in earnest at this point, sucking with the hope of draining it of the contents it would eventually shoot. Her cheeks bloated and hollowed, swelling licentiously and sucking obscenely, and her flat belly seemed to frantically rise and fall as her lips anxiously pulled at the throbbing cock.

Come, she thought. Come! Shoot that stuff into my mouth.

Marge knew all about sex. Her mother had told her everything when she was ten years old, just as her mother had told Eva. Florrie felt knowledge would help her children retain their virtue as long as possible. And had it not been for Walter, it was very possible the two girls would have remained untouched a few more years.

Marge could feel the ultimate moment of their oral/genital coupling approaching. Soon he would be shooting his stuff into her, while she would be reaching a climax of her own. But God, her climax was building more and more rapidly, and he would have to hurry to keep pace with her.

Her lips clasped more tightly around the throbbing cock, feeling the pulsing, blood-filled head flex and contract. And at that moment the soaring sensation in her belly suddenly hit the top. The first violent spasms of rapture were beginning. She wanted to open her mouth and scream her enjoyment to the world, but to do that would be to release his throbbing penis, and that was something she wouldn't do. Her hand holding his dangling balls squeezed them with bloated affection, and her nails teased at the base of his scrotum, trying to hurry his orgasm along, while at the same time, she did her best to restrain her own oncoming crisis.

Walter realized Marge was about to climax. Every taut muscle and nerve in her body communicated itself to him, and he reveled in the knowledge he could bring pleasure to this delectable, girlish body the first time she was with him. Bringing her off would really be a feather in his orgasmic cap. Hell! There was no trick to making experienced females come. But girls who weren't used to orgasm, well… that was something else. Shit! His lust-aroused mind shuddered with ecstasy. He could scream with happiness) wanting to shout it from the highest apartment house roof in the city. God! To know this pure, untouched little blondie was wriggling under him like a truly wanton whore, sucking his pecker and wanting to take it all down her throat, made him feel as if he'd really accomplished something. Jesus! He'd made her come again and again. This was one girl capable of doing so.

Marge tried to scream but couldn't, not with her throat filled with cock. Her breath was caught somewhere between her lungs and her throat, but the overwhelming explosion inside her wasn't waiting for her breath to catch up. It came thundering out of her, causing her enraptured self to quake repeatedly, again and again. Her mind was aware of the climax, but it was her body that was fully enjoying it. The thunderous paroxysms shook her body again and again, and she wanted to shout her happiness aloud. She could feel his whipping tongue continuing to lash away at her vagina and clitoris, refusing to let up for a moment, and then a second orgasm came pouring down all over her before she had recovered from the blasting attack of her first climax. A third followed the second, and her writhing body slammed up as her thighs tightly surrounded his head, pulling it deeper and deeper into her coming pussy. His wild tongue was carefully attacking repeatedly, without letup, refusing to let her body settle down. And Marge wanted more and more, realizing at that moment she was probably capable of continuous orgasms without end.

Come on, she thought. Come on. You come, too. Shoot that sperm down my throat. Make me drink it like you promised. Come on, Cousin Walter. Come, come, come!

Her mental plea seemed to reach Walter's mind, and his brain sent the message to his body. He felt the wild, intricate sensations building up in his inner organs, bubbling and boiling until the seed could no longer be contained. And then it began moving into the narrow tube in the underside of his throbbing cock, and a moment later it came spewing out into Marge's mouth.

"Aaayyyaaagggghhhh!" he bellowed.

Though she had been waiting for the spunk for what seemed like forever, when it finally did come shooting into her mouth, hitting her throat in hot, heavy, gummy spurts, the sheer power of the creamy, teeming liquid caught her off-balance, and it almost went down the wrong pipe. She managed to close her larynx in the last split second, swallowing the hot, flooding male tastiness into her throat. The thrilling power of his splashing semen set off another convulsive climax in her own body as she felt the orgasm erupt in a magnificent blast of totally satisfying wanton delight. His spurting masculine jets were shooting their way into her belly as she sucked and swallowed like a maddened fiend, feeling his tongue continue to wildly alternate between her shuddering clit and her oversensitive inner tunnel.

Walter found himself shooting beyond control. He'd had no idea this much semen could be manufactured inside him in so short a time. Hell! He had fucked Florrie on Sunday, now here it was, Tuesday afternoon, and he was shooting what seemed to be twice as much spunk into Marge's belly, via her mouth.

Finally, unable to take it any longer, he collapsed, rolling off and away from her, tugging his deflating penis from her still-eager lips. He saw strings of fluid running from the tip of his hard cock to her lips, and then she licked them off, sucking every last drop inside.

Marge lay there, finally starting to feel the effects of her multitudinous climaxes. She wanted to fall asleep, but Walter insisted she get dressed and go to her room. He was feeling funny. This wasn't working out quite the way he'd planned.