Linda arrived at her uncle's villa. A splendid sun paved a golden pathway to the white stucco mansion gleaming like a clean sheet under a soft blue sky. The young girl's eyes sparkled in the yellow day that poured its transparent veil of gold over the rocks, the joyful pines and the dappled sea. One week of vacation, one long relaxful week, had just begun.
“Here we are,” Lola waved. She met the youngster at the station in her small sports car.
Linda had not yet met the blond woman, and she was not at all surprised. Her uncle Arthur changed his mistresses often, and this did not go without notice in the family. Despite their attempt at hiding their shock at his behavior, it managed to blurt out at the most unexpected moments. The family was composed of uncles and aunts. Their parents were dead, but an inheritance saw them through the more troubling aspects of their material existence. Even Linda was fortunate in being protected by a email annuity which gave her not only a college education, which she was now undergoing in a girl's school near London, but it also offered her independence and a certain ease of mind. She had been receiving the consoling sum of some? 125 since the age of ten. It was enough to permit her to expand her wings and yawn without a true worry in the world. If she needed more, there was always uncle Arthur and the others.
“Oh, I like this auto.” These were her first words opening the conversation which had to begin at one time or another. She smiled at Lola in an effort to win the woman's friendship.
Lola was the first to climb out of the late model two?seater. She moved with alacrity and pride. She was only wearing a pair of shorts, cut extremely short and showing a lovely pair of bronzed legs, long and shapely. A mere blouse which had been negligently buttoned could not hide her luscious solid breasts almost popping out of her opened sporty blouse.
Instinctively Linda compared her own 'quality' with that of her companion whom she estimated to be about twenty?five years old. She had been complimented on her beauty many times, although there were those horrible low whistles she loathed in the streets of London. After all, they were compliments in a way. Feeling appreciated by all, the significant and the insignificant, was a source of well?being and assurance for the young girl. Naively and a little fearful, she wondered whether she would not appear too thin in contrast to her uncle's favorite, especially when she put on a bathing suit. The idea was quickly dropped as Lola signaled her to follow. Valise in hand, she stumbled after Lola toward the house.
“You'll like it here. You'll see.” The young woman opened the door and continued to praise the merits of the locale. “There isn't a house around for miles. The beach on rocks are so deserted that you can go in bathing completely nude.”
Linda's eyes slipped to the floor on the last hanging words of the sentence. She felt that Lola had brought them out as a dig, but then she pinched herself for groping with her hypersensitive imagination.
She smiled back timidly. Her eyes caught the steel glance of the handsome woman. Linda was able to visualize Lola's superb body perfectly modeling the deserted beach with its bronze?golden tint.
Her mental picture was diluted when a boy rushed out of the house without a word or gest. He was clothed in scanty bathing trunks and a towel thrown over his left shoulder. His aspect was young, perhaps he was fifteen or so, and his body had a feline grace that was exhibited in his slightest movement.
Suddenly someone knocked on the door, and opened it without waiting for a response. It was Lola.
“Are you ready?” she asked. The bronzed?skin women was wearing a green beach robe which was slightly wrapped at the waist by a simply cord. Linda saw Lola's splendid muscular legs and noticed that she was wearing a tiny bikini that barely hid her pubic hair. The upper part resembled a thin mask and failed to conceal the round ample breasts. The points of her nipples brazenly stood firm in the small pockets of the meager bra.
“I'll be ready in a jiffy.” Linda reassured Lola.
“Good. Don't rush, we have time.” As she smoked, Lola stretched out on the bed and brought out a pack of cigarettes from her robe pocket as well as a gold?plated lighter. She lit her cigarette and inhaled deeply.
“Oh, excuse me. You don't smoke, do you?” Lola had forgotten that she was with an adolescent?adult.
“No, I don't smoke. Well, that is, I smoke in college once in a blue moon. You know how it is?”
Linda began to get undressed slowly. She was rather shy and not used to having another person in the same room when she stripped down. Even at school, where she had a private room, she locked the doors when she undressed.
It was true, however, that recently at school a sense of intimacy grew between her and her mates and she took more liberties than she had ever done before. Linda didn't want to give the impression of being a recluse. She decided to undress as though she had been doing it all her life in front of friends. Lola was a friend, or at least, she hoped she was going to be one.
All in all, Linda was intimated. She might not have been, but the continual look that. Lola gave her troubled her. The eyes of the lounging woman scrutinized her and they were filled with a glint of curiosity and mystery.
Just when Linda got down to her panties and bra, Lola leaned on her elbow and whispered.
“You're remarkably well?built for your age. You're seventeen, aren't you?” Linda, without answering back, turned her head away timidly. It was a gest in the vague hope of not seeing would mean not being seen. A stupid illusion of course. But those eyes haunted her and she didn't know quite what to make of them.
She deliberately turned her back to hide her sex as she slid off her undies. Little did she guess that Lola had a perfect view of her tufty triangle, that mass of curly hair that shielded her sex. Lola took advantage of the mirror over the dressing cabinet. Linda feeling quite protected slipped off her bra and revealed two remarkable young breasts. They were vibrant and alive with their two rose buttons standing cutely up in the warm summer air. The young girl reached for her bathing suit still avoiding the glance of the intruder who she was sure telescoped her constantly.
She had just placed her hand on her bathing suit when a hand touched her shoulder. It rolled down her back trembling and the touch electrified her.
“What's wrong, Lola?” She asked in a troubled shrill voice with her heart beating quickly.
“Nothing. Nothing at all.” Lola's voice was low and hoarse.
She placed her arm around Linda's thin waist and brought her to the bed. The young girl was forced to give into the strange cajoling. Suddenly she found herself stretched on the bed besides the perfumed Lola.
The suddenness of this outrageous action, if that was what she could call it (it may have been a playful act and she would be sorry to be so prudish), caught Linda by surprise and knocked the wind out of her.
She was flat on her lovely back gazing into the large warm eyes of the brown?skinned hostess. Lola's hand wandered over the quivering torso and her fingers played with the belly button and skimmed down to the fuzzy bush that Linda had deemed as sacred territory.
Seeing that the young lass was paralyzed with apprehension and fear, Lola placed the same hand, that roving tinkling hand, on the girl's burning cheek. Linda was momentarily released from her sudden scare.
But Lola had not finished fumbling with the intricate and substantial sectors of the young torso.
Her hand cupped a breast and her long painted finger nails tickled a nipple.
“We ought to be good friends, don't you think so?” She said softly in the same low voice that had begun the interlude.
She lowered her face toward Linda's. The girl remained petrified, but managed to close her eyes in escape. A pair of mature lips brushed the side of her mouth and then found the ample dry trembling heart?shaped mouth. A warm tongue, sleek and humid, tried to invade the adolescent's oral interior. But Linda clinched her teeth, and Lola's impetuous tongue had to meet the obstacle of white lovely teeth.
Linda could no longer resist the strange sensation that afflicted her all at once. Her mouth opened and her warm breath was met by a seeking tongue which explored the interior of her fresh?rose mouth. The hapless girl felt a hand crawl down her back and grip one of her buttocks. Long fingers encircled her vagina and frictioned the entrance. Linda sighed and the sound astonished her. It had been a long time since she had witnessed his odd sensual flame rise in her body. She was troubled, afraid, but happy. It would be impossible for her to resist this voracious woman who was taking possession of her as one captivates and tames a young animal.
It took her a couple of seconds to realize that she wag alone on the bed. Lola had sprung up bruskly interrupting her caresses. Linda felt neglected. Perhaps another time… but she was being silly and loathsome.
Lola extended her arms and it was obvious that she had forgotten everything. She handed Linda her bikini.
“Come. Let's go. The sea is awaiting us.”
Walking side by side, Linda couldn't help thinking of what had just transpired a few seconds ago in her bedroom. The young girl had never had any sexual rapport. She was a virgin for man and woman. It was true that one night at college, a friend of hers playfully scrambled into her bed, and after some brief words interjected by guffaws and smiles and raw jokes, the friend began a series of caresses that went a little bit further than those of Lola's, but Linda forgot about it. Besides her friend had not made any real impression on her and she tired easily of the slobbering kisses and inept handling of her lower body. Of course, she never was really sure whether that was just a tickling game in fun or the beginning of a rude adventure. Anyway, it had nothing to do with Lola. Lola was different, and horribly dominating, and terribly attractive.
A swift shiver stimulated Linda's slender backbone.
“It's over there where we usually bathe,” Lola pointed to an obscure hidden cove. Linda felt her long handsome fingers once more on her shoulders, only this time they were not insisting, unfortunately.
The sea licked the red rocks with her white frothy tongue. The cove appeared deserted just as Lola described it. Linda was unable to resist the temptation of cooling her toes in the ocean. She threw down her large beach towel and ran to the brim of the water. Lola disrobed herself of her cumbersome appareil and followed the lithe graceful girl.
Linda watched the well?rounded muscular body plunge into the surf. She admired Lola whose marvelous body dripped with foam and cool sea. The woman came back to the water's edge and Linda saw how little she was covered by the scanty bikini. She appeared as a goddess coming from the sea with her long hair dripping and her svelte body outlined against the horizon. Oh, how she loved those buttocks, round and harmonious.
Instinctively Linda took Lola's hand.
“Let's take a dip together.” Lola proposed.
Lola looked at her with the same fire that she had in the bedroom. A bizarre laughter crept over her lips and resounded in her superb chest as she brushed her long hair aside.
“You're still a virgin, isn't that so?” She didn't give Linda a chance to respond, but with one scope of her hand she sprinkled the youngster with salt spray.
Linda was bewildered by the audacious question and she turned away to get a breath of air for another blast of sea water got her on the face and neck.
Finally she plunged and the two swam together for a few yards. They gurgled and plopped around like to playful dolphins. They tickled each other and laughed and shouted like two happy children.
Lola had a powerful crawl stroke and she practically swam circles around little Linda. It was quite natural for Lola to be a good swimmer, Linda thought, hadn't she the privilege of living by the sea eight months of the year. Linda showed her sportive best and managed to do fairly well alongside the husky tanned sirene.
They swam softly and evenly for about fifteen minutes. Lola noticed that Linda was tiring and she headed for shore. They reached another small inlet bordered by shrubs and deep?green pines. Lola waded ashore.
Linda staggered after her, completely out of breath, puffing happily.
“Say, you swim quickly.”
“Not so badly.” Lola responded modestly stretching her body from side to side to attain some warmth from the slightly cool air. The sun peeked out from a white passing cloud and appeared in the azure blue.
“How about some sun for awhile?”
Linda was already face down in the warm white sand. She watched her companion take off her bikini. Then shedding off the two briefs revealed a torso completely browned with health giving color.
The adolescent couldn't take her eyes off the dark tanned nipples that extended at the end of the ample breasts.
Once her eyes did leave that fine massive proportion of bodily splendor it roamed down to the mass of hair that covered Lola's lower body. It was light?brown and frizzled due to the sharp rays of the sun.
The tuft of hair gave her a marvelous animal quality. It demonstrated her vigor. Yes, the superb nest was her animal fur and it dripped with the last drops of the sea that melted on her warm delicious torso.
The two woman remained in the sun quietly. Not a word was spoken and they listened to the lapping sound of the surf.
Linda lay on her belly scanning the marvels of sun?worshipping Lola who was stretched on her back in all her nude glory.
The young girl was surprised to see her own hand, as though guided by an unknown sorcerer, rubbed leisurely up against Lola's thigh.
Linda held her breath, but Lola didn't move. She wasn't sure if she was suffering from sunstroke or a rash impulse, but her hand kept moving along the thigh until it reached the border line of Lola's pubic hair. She felt as though a wonderful current were passing through her fingers into the very veins of her body.
Boldly Linda moved in on her friend who received her in her arms with a wide sensual smile. Suddenly the two women were startled by some voices coming from the brush.
Linda sprung to her feet her face red with shame. Had someone seen them together? She still was festered with her bourgeois education. Lola merely looked around tranquilly while seated on her famous rear and two elbows.
“That's probably Bert and Alice. They are really like two overheated dogs the way they go at it.” She seemed to visualize the young couple as an engaging smile formed around her mouth.
“What are they doing back there?” Linda suspected what they may be doing, but she wanted to hear it from Lola's own lips.
“But, my dear, it's quite simple. Bert is only fornicating with our adorable maid. I must say that for a boy of his age he isn't lacking in certain qualities. As for that matter, Alice isn't either.” She giggled and smiled as she listened to the muffled voices with their effortless moans behind the bush.
Linda was dumbstruck and she couldn't find the courage to return to the outstretched position she had taken on the warm, form?fitting sand. Lola jerked her head up at once and concluded.
“Come along, we'll surprise them. The naughty children. For shame.” She sprung to her legs with a teasing expression on her face.
She took Linda by the hand and practically dragged her by force to the wooded area. Linda followed like some one in a lethargic state, who vaguely has the sensation that something strange is going to happen.
At the brink of the pines, Lola pointed to a spot that was encircled by brush. She put her finger to her lips in signification that she wished the utmost silence. They two tip?toed cautiously, moving in on their objective.
All at once Lola threw herself to the ground as though she were performing a military manoeuver. Linda imitated her even though she was startled and fed up with the total aurora of secrecy.
Then through a clump of thinned?out bushes, she managed to see Bert and a winsome young girl in an odd position for two youngsters such as they. Lola was right. They were behaving in a most obscene fashion. Bert was straddling the girl as though she were a dog or something. Linda was surprised to see her on all fours.
Bert was merciless in his push?pull, cork?snapping movements. The young maid emitted several cries. It was difficult for Linda to distinguish whether those cries were of pain or of pleasure.
Linda was transfixed to the spot. She was positively excited by these new erotic scenes. She said to herself that they were devastating to say die least. With her right hand she brushed some drool away from her lips.
Lola noticed her gest and almost began to laugh.
“But he's putting it…”
Lola covered her mouth to keep her voice under control.
“No, my pet. He isn't buggering her, as your boy friends in London probably use the term, he's making love to her roman fashion. Of course, you don't know what that is?” Linda's Strange Vacation
Lola gingerly stripped Linda of her bikini. Linda was perplexed. It was impossible for her to cry out for fear of disturbing the others. Oh, what a ridiculous situation she was. in. But the adept hands of the undulating Lola brought about a new perspective to her limited horizons. When Linda turned to reproach her friend, she remarked that Lola's eyes were almost blood?shot. It had come about all of sudden as though she were stricken by some unknown condition or… passion.
Her hand went straight to Linda's pussy and the tips of her long supple fingers worked miracles in that region of love. Soon she had Linda panting and straining to keep from being found out by Bert and Alice. Anyway they were humming their own tune and it is a hundred to one that they would have heard.
Linda let herself be masturbated while looking on to the magnificent show in front of her. Good?naturedly she thought of Lola. Poor Lola was being left out. So Linda, thoughtful and courteous, placed her trembling hand down on the curly blossom that thinned out at the tummy. The two women began to masturbate each other while regarding a pair of minors screw with the rhythm of perfect professionals.
It was not long before Linda felt a wave of pleasure descend upon her. She sensed a multitude of warm prickly thrills invade her sex which was carefully being explored by diligent Lola.
She started to groan, but held back as best she good. Her teeth were sealed together. (Do unto others as you would have them do unto you.) The proverb took life and Linda fingered her impetuous companion.
Lola's thighs were divine. They were the thighs of a woman who was voluptuous and mighty. Linda did not feel disgusted by the act which surprised her no end. Abstractly, if she had thought it over when alone, she would have berated herself a thousand times for being so low and uncouth, but this very real performance delighted her. She clutched at the thighs.
Lola licked the adolescent's tummy and then a big mouth hovered in the region of the breasts. The lips nipped at the left?teat and then opened wide and engulfed the defenseless breast.
The husky woman sucked on one and fingered the other. Then she switched and this excited Linda to the point where she thought, she thought… Well she didn't think, she just drifted into the vague emulsion of sensations.
She could not say where she was or why, or what she was doing. The young girl's eyes rolled in her head like two agates would in a pin?ball machine. The teats were being licked, sucked and massaged frenetically, while on the other side of the bush Bert and his little waif ignored the nearby presence of the passionate intruders.
The two teenagers were well on their way to reaching a paroxysm stemming from their rife and energetic gestures. They were coupled together like two little puppies who have just learned to screw and are highly delighted with their find.
To and fro they looked and Alice got wetter and wetter and Bert, the active one, got hotter and bigger. It was just a matter of seconds now. The cataclysm broke forth. Bert felt the veins in his stiff cock shake with panic.
His loins swelled and the head of his penis dribbled its first throbs of white liquid. Alice felt heat in the region of her vagina. A heat that stirred a melting pot of vigorous sensations. She was building up to the explosion.
Bert inundated the caves and the great cavern pressed back and forth, throbbing like an underground earthquake. Curly?headed Alice flubbed to the ground, her head crushing to the sand, under the weight of the fatigued lad. A thin thread of saliva poured from her mouth and trickled down her chin.
Linda puffed and clinched her teeth and let out an ohhhh… ahhhhh… that would have been heard by the others if they had not been so tired and ohhing and ahhing themselves in the last throes of love. A viscous fluid flowed from Linda's very wet puss. It tumbled down her thigh unerringly to the sand which absorbed her first real sexual completion.
Lola, the silent one, had come twice. Elegant, discrete and seeking pleasure at every turn, she held her joy for herself. Perhaps she longed for a third orgasm as her head buried itself between Linda's thighs. A tongue lapped out and drank in the delicious nectar of the young girl who was barely recovering her wits.
Linda watched Bert and Alice through her dream?weary eyes.
“Oh, Bert, my lovely boy.” Alice's voice was shaky and she had difficulty getting her wind back.
And the little maid wasn't even looking at her handsome knight with his pink pecker growing soft. He was flat on his back exhausted and she was lying face down. But this awkward position didn't prevent her from toying with his limp dick.
“Now, what's the matter? Haven't you had enough? I'm going in the water.”
“Oh, you're awful,” Alice chided. “When you've had it and no longer want it, everyone else has to cede to his highness. It isn't fair.”
“But that's not true, my little cabbage. You can always get it somewhere in our household. Isn't there Lola or uncle to do you justice?” He struggled to a sitting position.
Linda turned toward Lola and her face showed a questioning perplexity. Lola simply smiled and stroked her hair.
“Your uncle? I had him on top of me all night…”
“And you didn't like it?”
“I'm not talking about that. But I prefer you, and I know whom you prefer. It's Lola. Just because she is more experienced and knows too much for her own good… And now your consul has arrived. You'll probably be after her, won't you?”
Linda listened attentively. She fidgeted behind the brush type plants, earnestly waiting for Bert's answer.
“Who, Linda? Come to think of it I'd like to get to her before my uncle does. It would be funny that.” He laughed aloud. “Just think, and she's a virgin too.”
“She's not bad,” esteemed Alice.
“Very nicely built, to tell the truth.” Bert contemplated his future victim. That is, he saw her in a passing cloud and hadn't the slightest idea that she was hearing every word flat on her belly not so far away.
Linda turned red. Only she knew how to take it. Was it a pleasant compliment or did she feel annoyed? Time was to judge and witness an impending scene.
Lola and Linda snuck away as silently as they had come. Both were feeling the wear and tear of their little peek?a?boo seance. Neither regretted it by the happy smile that flushed on their faces.
An hour later in her room, Linda began to think. She sat on the edge of her bed and bit her nails.
Lola knocked on the door and informed Linda that lunch was not a very common thing at the villa. When one got hungry, he or she might take the lunch where ever he or she desired. She told Linda that uncle Arthur usually ate lunch in the library where he worked on his novel until midnight.
“Arthur is a real recluse. He hates to see people during the day.” Lola confided to Linda. “He takes a morning swim very early and then he loses himself off from the rest of the world in his sanctuary. If he wants something,” she added with a bewitching smile… “he just rings. I'll bring you your lunch right here in your room, if you wish?”
Linda nodded that it would be very nice of her to take such pains. Lola assured her that it would make her happy to be of service to such a pretty newcomer to the 'establishment'. She was out of the room in a jiffy.
The adolescent once more alone tried to gather the remnants of thought regarding the hallucinating morning.
What troubled her the most was what Bert had said, a propos, to see who would get her first, he or his uncle.
He was perhaps only kidding.
Linda hadn't seen her uncle yet, but Lola told her he kept to himself during the daytime. She was sure her uncle who hadn't seen her for years would cut a more interesting figure than the whelping conceited pup, Bert.
But then again, uncle Arthur had Lola. At least that's what Alice said… And yet Lola didn't care about these strange amorous deviations.
Linda was lost, utterly lost in her thoughts which seemed to get more entangled as she strained her pretty head when someone knocked on the door.
'Come in.” She said cheerily thinking it would be Lola. The young girl wore only a pyjama top and had nothing to fear since the intimate barriers with Lola had broken down.
The door opened and Bert entered. Linda jumped off her bed and instinctually grabbed her pyjama top and clutched it to her chest and stomach to conceal her demi?nudity.
“Well here you are miss… cold cuts, salad, fruit, milk, bread and butter and banana cream pie. Doesn't that look good?”
“I thought Lola was going to bring me my lunch.”
“Oh, I'm sorry. Lola is busy for the moment. Uncle Arthur wanted to see her. I thought, well, maybe we could lunch together. That way, we could get to know each other better.” Linda was suspicious of her cousin. Something ironic and insinuating sparkled in his young face.
“You mean we should eat here?” Linda questioned Bert.
“Why not?” Bert affirmed the decision by shutting the door behind him.
He put the tray on the floor and sat besides Linda. The young girl didn't move. She knew too well what might follow. No, dear sweet cousin Bert didn't come up to just have lunch with her. She had no time to really reflect if the idea pleased her not. She was quivering with emotion and that was on thing she was aware of, just that and no more.
“You know it's a shame that we haven't gotten together before. Our family is really just about as scattered as leaves in the wind.” Bert tried to make conversation.
Even with his cynical attitude and his budding knowledge of certain amorous pursuits, precociously developed, Bert had little imagination when it came to seducing a girl. He was too classic in his approach.
This is what Linda felt as she waited for the attack.
Linda was amused in a way. An idea flashed through her head. There was no sense in sitting there numb and blustered by this whole nonsense. She might as well play a part and really have fun. After all, she knew what the score was. She got up from the bed and paraded toward the window. Her pyjama top just barely covered her dainty buttocks. Linda made sure that she wiggled 'a la B.B.'
“Sometimes it isn't wise to meet so early. Young people are rarely interesting.” Linda teased as she pulled the curtain to one side.
“You mean you prefer older men. Well, it's my opinion…” She didn't give him a chance to finish.
“I only mean what I said.” Linda retorted haughtily as she leaned her head close to the window pain as though interested in something not too far away. “What do you say we have some lunch. I'm starved.”
“Starved for what?” Bert said sardonically.
Linda turned around and was startled to see Bert lounging on her bed. The horrid fellow had taken off his bathing trunks and his cock was protruding in the air. His eyes never left the lower part of Linda's fine torso.
“I couldn't help it. It's your rear that did it, honestly.” The boy confessed.
“Well you've got your nerve.” She looked at him, half?angrily and half?amusedly. Linda noticed the size of his penis that stuck rigidly up between his legs.
“You're not going to tell me that this is the first time you've ever seen a man nude?” He was cocky and extremely sure of himself. “Come here and have a closer look. No one is going to bite you.” She didn't feel like being intimidated by a mere boy who was two years younger than she. She strode over to the bed trying to lend grown?up years to her young age.
Bert grabbed her by the hand and drew her to the bed.
“Take a good look at it. Not bad. Don't you like it?” She did, but she wasn't going to say so. The whole procedure was wicked and entirely out of order.
“You think you're smart, don't you? Well, you're not a man even if you think you are. And with that thing, that small pencil you're so proud of…”
Suddenly he gripped her by the waist and she found her head two inches away from his glaring gland.
“That's the way I like to see you. Fresh and cocky like me. I can't take little girls that cry and to kick and fuss.
She tried to struggle loose but the boy held a firm grip. Bert was strong for his age. He lifted weights and swam all summer, thus his strength was much greater than hers.
“You are a real brat.” She pounded on his chest and scratched his thighs. They wrestled on the bed like two young kittens. Linda had no idea that her pyjama fell open and her body was exposed to her youthful assailant.
He exhausted her to the point where she was feeling the struggle dissipate in her limbs. A new sensation crept through her. A new sensual feeling took possession of the young girl and slowly she submitted to the know?how and ardent desire of the youth.
There was no use shaming. She let herself go and abandoned herself to the zealous young Bert.
He hastened to put his lips to her multiple splendors. He kissed her pussy, her armpits, and her straight?forward breasts. Suddenly she threw her arms around her cousin half in submission and half in desire. She looked at him curiously as his mouth moved toward hers.
“Oh, Bert. What am I supposed to do?”
“Don't be a shrew. Kiss me, first of all.”
They arched over the bed quilt in a long embrace. Their tongues entwined like two scraping serpents while four hands moved quickly, impetuously over the locked bodies.
Linda felt the hardened sex of her cousin and a burst of feverish enthusiasm went to her head. Bert moved away from her and she thought perhaps she had insulted him somehow in her ecstatic state of mind and body.
“And now, you're going to kiss it. Aren't you?” He wasn't asking. He was commanding.
“Yes. I want to kiss it. And I want to have it in my mouth. It's so handsome…” The young girl lowered her head toward the object of her admiration and took the member between her lips.
She sipped on the head of Bert's fearful upstartish penis. An unescapable odor went to her head and she was drunk with delight for many minutes after.
“With your tongue.” Bert breathed heavily.
Linda began to lick his sex gently. 'It tastes like salt' she thought, and then she placed a good part of it in her mouth. Bert moaned and put one of his hands on her head. Linda was sucking him with vigor and her tongue was active and heightened his pleasure.
Instinctively the young girl pivoted in such a way as to place her thighs near her cousin's head. She awaited Bert's initiative. It wasn't long before the lad had stabbed his tongue in Linda's quivering vagina. His tonguing was more diverse and stronger than Lola's. The combination of his sexual response and her appetite worked wonders and the two slobbered with violent caresses.
Linda thought she was going to go mad with excitation. She nibbled at Bert's testicles which hung down like two ripe fruit. She felt a certain charge shoot through the boy's body. He jumped violently and stiffened a bit.
“Stop, stop or I'll come,” he cried.
Linda remained disconcerted with her mouth opened and not daring to recommence her voluptuous act. She was embarrassed and annoyed by this brusk interruption. But already Bert was leaning down and caressing her hair.
“I want this to be on you. Or more precisely inside you. Now we are going to make love together. Haven't you ever done it before?”
“N…N…No, never,” stammered Linda.
But Bert wasn't listening. With one hand he spread her legs apart and slipped inside her. He didn't go far when Linda's eyes bulged widely. Bert pressed forward brutally. He had every intention of ripping home.
The young girl cried shrilly. She felt as though she were being knifed in two. A tear rolled down her cheek.
“Don't cry,” murmured Bert… now you're no longer a virgin. Look, see. You're a grown?up now.” Linda felt a trickle run down her thighs. She feebly looked down at her shapely leg and saw a streak of blood flow irregularly along her soft skin.
“It hurts. Oh, what pain I feel.” She was in tears out of suffering, out of shame and out of the sight of blood.
The boy withdrew his penis almost completely.
But it was only to dig it in farther. Linda let out a suffocating cry, but strangely enough the pain had dissolved and a sudden pleasure was enthralling her very being. A soft wave of sweet delight spread through her entrails and warmed her sex. Bert, meanwhile moved like a piston well?greased by the mixture of liquids that were pouring out of the transformed ex?virgin.
With each movement, Linda sighed her acquiescence to the handsome Bert. Welcoming every stroke, Linda felt her pleasure augmenting and she gripped Bert with all her strength as if she were afraid that the mounting joy would cease.
“Faster, faster Bert.” She asked him to please fulfill her with his energy.
Stars burst in front of her wobbly, dizzy head. A nebula of a thousand flames ignited her repose and she was at that most glorious point of culmination in which the body plunges into the warm pool of a trillion delights.
Her movements were quick and dry as though she were trying to prolong her thrilled sensation. Her lover dug into her deeply and ejaculated his hot sperm. Linda felt the influx of the liquid and she contracted her muscles in order to well?in 'the spasm.
They had matched one orgasm against the other. They had come together as though they had been doing this sort of thing far years.
Linda let her legs fall apart and she was totally free from shame. Later on this attitude so deliberate in its manifestation surprised her and yet gave her a peculiar and new sense of pride. Bert lay on top of her quite fatigued. He had emptied himself like a trouper and he tumbled disjointedly on the limp corpse of his naked cousin.
A few minutes passed by, long and slumbersome. Linda slowly returned to reality as she disengaged herself from the stupifiant of the aftermath torpor. She opened her eyes and the first thing she saw was Bert's lips crawling toward her cheek.
“How was it?” He smiled and wriggled into a better position with his head on her shoulder. “The act of love isn't too bad, is it?”
“It's marvelous,” related Linda who had tasted its pangs and happiness for the first time. “I never thought it could be like this. It is so sweet and sensual.”
She stretched like a young kitten and her arms locked at the elbows. Her hands joined at the back of Bert's neck where her fingers spread through his curly hair.
“You know it's funny,” Bert grinned and pecked her on the forehead… “It's the first time you've made love, and it's the first time that I've ever made love… with a virgin. That's funny isn't it?
Linda wanted to know what it was like. Perhaps he wasn't satisfied. She had not really thought of what it was like for him; she had just experienced a thrilling ordeal capped with the cream of pleasure.
“Was it any different?” She tried to catch his eyes.
“I'm not complaining. But listen, my dear cousin, you'll have to watch yourself here and be cautious.” Bert looked seriously at her.
She put her hand down toward her snatch and tried to keep the liquid mixture of blood and sperm from staining the bed spread.
“Be cautious? Of what?” She seemed puzzled and really wanted to know what on earth he meant by all this.
“Come closer and I'll explain…”
At that precise moment the door opened and the two moved apart as Lola tip?toed into the room. The dark?skinned woman looked half?amused and half?serious. Linda didn't know how to take her, let alone how to act or find words to mutter.
She had forgotten that Lola would come back and she was taken aback by the unawaited apparition. She tried to crawl into bed as though she were trying to hide some evidence. Of course, it was of no avail for the evidence was undisputedly in front of Lola. Bert didn't budge and Linda was astonished to see how casually he treated the whole affair.
He simply turned his head nonchalantly and said to the tigress (for Linda imagined her to be one)…
“You're right in time to accompany her to the bathroom. That's a woman's duty you know?” Lola helped Linda out of bed as though she were ready to spank a naughty child. As Linda scrambled to her feet, Lola teased her ironically.
“Come along. We have to clean up. Now, aren't you a bad girl, so terribly pressed for it… Tsk, tsk, tsk… Ah, what a family.” They reached the bathroom and Linda was downcast and felt certain recriminations. Lola was less talkative and scolding, but managed to add a few words.
“We'll have to hurry. After I soak you you'll have to get dressed quickly. Your uncle wants to see you and say… hello.”