Evening slowly settled on the tiny summer village. Pam and Tracey made supper for everyone in the cottage, and after supper Ira Wahl told the others he was going to look for a card game and probably wouldn't be back for four or more hours. In reality, he was headed for the village bar where he knew some would-be worldly-wise women in their early twenties were hanging around with nothing better to do. There were the usual pros there, as well. And they got their share of business. But Wahl could always spot the amateurs, the ones who thought it was in to be picked up at a bar and get their asses competently screwed off. His confidence was slowly returning, what with the way Lorelei had made him feel earlier. And that fuck bout with her was just a warm-up. With a little luck he'd find just what he needed, and the heat beginning to build in his balls would cool off.
Ten minutes after Wahl was gone, Pam and Tracey finished doing the dishes. Marty had gone to take another shower.
"Now's your chance," Tracey told her cousin, putting away the last dish.
"I just took a shower before supper," Pam retorted. "Besides, I'm not in the mood to make it in the bathroom. That floor tile is too cold."
"Wait in Marty's bedroom. He hates lights. He keeps it dark in there, and he's always playing that FM radio of his, so no one'll be able to hear what goes on."
"What about you?" Pam asked.
"Tonight's your night," Tracey told her. "You don't want me around when Marty pops your cherry. It'll hurt a little, but I'll bet it's a lot more fun than having it done with a candle."
"But how'll you keep yourself busy?"
"There's always some kind of dumb show on TV. Don't worry. This'll be the last night I spend with a TV set. Somehow, some way, before tomorrow's sun sets, I want that fat cock of your father's working in me, and I expect you to help me if he doesn't go along at first."
"I always keep my promises," Pam solemnly assured her cousin.
Tracey went into the cottage living room and settled in a large chair in front of the TV set after turning it on. Pam quietly sneaked into Marty's room, took off her shorts and halter, and silently waited under the covers of his bed.
Marty, under the rain of the cold shower, totally unaware of what waited for him, was doing his best to wipe out the erotic dreams floating through his head. The sight of Pam's tits, barely held in by her halter, bobbling all over the place that evening, had really gotten to him. He was surprised his uncle hadn't bawled her out for being so open. He had been unaware Ira Wahl's attention had been held by the mini-bikini bottom of Tracey's bathing suit. Wisps of twat hair could be seen above the line of the mini-bottom, as well as hanging out below against each thigh. It had taken a lot of will power on Ira Wahl's part not to grab his niece and fuck the shit out of her.
Finishing his shower, Marty dried himself off, then peered out the bathroom door. He could hear the TV set on in the living room, which was out of sight where he stood. He assumed both girls were in there, watching television, and with only a towel around his waist, returned to his room. He entered quickly, shutting the door and whipping the towel off. A faint streetlight came slanting in through the lower half of his open window. It didn't cut across his bed, so he had no idea Pam was in the room with him. He had an idea she'd be making her move soon enough after what he'll heard coming from the bedroom window earlier in the day, but he didn't know when. So he decided he'd relax and make things easy for her. Maybe she'd come into his room tonight, or maybe she'd get cold feet. If she did, he'd have to go into her room and ball her right in front of his sister, which, come to think of it, wasn't the worst idea in the world.
Walking over to the window, he enjoyed the feel of the light sea breeze blowing in off the ocean a few blocks away. It blew through his fevered crotch which the cold shower had not helped at all, and it dried what few beads of water were still there, missed by his careless towel.
Turning towards the bed, he threw himself on it and beard an "ouch!" as he felt something soft resist his lying down.
"What the hell…"
"It's only me, Marty," he heard Pam's voice.
"Pam," he whispered back, playing the game she had started. "What are you doing in here?"
"Waiting for you," she replied. "You take long showers."
She sat up, pulling the covers off her upper body and pressing her full, hot, swollen tits against his back. Her hands snaked around him and her palms pressed themselves against his nipples while her mouth kissed his shoulder.
"Hey, Pam, I mean…"
"Marty," she whispered, breathing in his ear, "you're a big boy now, and I'm a big girl. So before you ask, yes, I know what I'm doing. If I don't appeal to you, say so and I'll go. I mean, I'm not going to stay where I'm not wanted. But if you're half as hot for me as I am for you, let's stop wasting time and get down to it."
"Hell, yeah," he murmured, twisting around and suddenly finding her full, hot mouth branding itself on his.
His throbbing prick, which had been at half-mast all through the shower, now sprang to instant attention. And it shuddered between his thighs as her groping hand reached down and felt it.
God, his cock was really big! Pam thought, wondering if she would be able to take it all.
Their tongues encircled one another like fighting cobras as her hand squeezed his cock again and again, thrilling to the pulsations she could feel from within. Her grip was so tight she appeared afraid to let go, as if she would completely lose his dick if it slipped from her grasp. And the harder she squeezed his vibrating prick, the harder she pressed her mouth against his, literally ramming his lips into his teeth.
"God!" she whispered, still kissing him. "I've thought about this for such a long time."
"Hell!" he replied, his mouth still jammed to hers. "We've been here a week. It sure took you long enough to let me know."
"I thought you were only interested in lifting weights," was her answer, her left hand wandering across his chest, feeling the solidity of his pectorals. He turned to face her, his right hand encircling her naked back, feeling the hot, yearning flesh of her body. Meanwhile, her hand began jerking reflexively on the hard, fat length of his solid dick as she now pressed the swollen nipples of her full jugs hard against his own solid, as yet hair less, chest.
Her mouth all but screamed for more kissing, and he gave it to her, hot and hard, letting his tongue whip frenziedly through her wide-open mouth, attacking it with her own tongue. Then, just as suddenly, her mouth pulled away from his and pressed itself to his ear, whispering heated words of love and adoration to him while her hand continued its jerking and squeezing of his shuddering cock.
Marty grabbed her shoulders and pulled her away from him for a moment, the better to stare at her. His eyes had become accustomed to the darkness, and he could make her out very clearly. The hard, upstanding nipples of her solid, yet velvety tits stood out like guiding lights to him, and he wanted to drop his head down and swallow both boobs at once. God! They looked so absolutely beautiful. His face came down and sank itself between them, and she released the hold she had on his prick to squeeze both sides of her huge knockers against his cheeks, his flushed cheeks, enveloping his face completely into her hungering body. She shivered as she felt his tongue lick out on either side, lapping at the flesh. She kissed the top of his head, then his forehead, then pulled his face from between her mountainous boobs and pressed her mouth to his again as her full jugs rubbed against his chest.
She wanted to feel his solid boner again, but couldn't bear to take her hands from his body.
She forced him to lie down on the bed, then began rubbing her heated nipples all over his body, arousing him all the more as they seemed to blaze with fire. Little by little she worked her rubbing boobs lower until she could feel his hard cock probing between them. She used her hands to press the pulsing prick more firmly into the valley of her cleavage, stuffing a nipple into each side of his groin, letting the flaming nails of hard flesh press into the flesh of his balls from both sides.
Marty writhed in mad exultation, the sensation as new to him as it was to Pam, who was doing it instinctively. The heat of her full tits pressing on his beating prick was something he never before imagined. And when she began moving her body around, shoving the heavy tit-flesh up and down, and then from side to side, he was almost certain he was going to shoot a fast load. He looked down the length of his body and saw the way his swollen, crimson knob protruded from between her fabulous tits, alternately bloating and receding as blood pumped savagely into his thick cockshaft. The crown appeared ready to explode it swelled to such fantastic size, riding in and out of the silken valley between her squeezed-together tits.
At one point she stopped bobbing up and down while on the downward move, and her head lowered. She stared at the tower of throbbing cock, watching the leaking lubricant slowly seep from its head. She recalled how good Tracey's pussy juice had tasted, licked her lips, then stuck out her tongue and let it touch the quivering tip of his expanding rod. The sensation was as if someone had probed into the tip of his cock with a hotwire.
He jumped and yelled, then brought his hands down on her head, gathering her hair in his fingers and twisting them through, pushing her head lower. Pam's tongue began licking at his dick like a starving calf at a salt pillar, her blisteringly hot tongue lapping around and around the spongy knob as it stood resolutely up from between her full tits.
"Oh, shit!" was all Marty could say, almost completely lost in the sensation of her sucking lips.
Hell! Who was seducing whom? He was the man. Seduction was supposed to be his job. Well, hot damn, she may have started it, but he intended finishing it his way.
Grabbing her under the arms, he pulled her up, suddenly and abruptly, the spearing, solid length of his hot cock sliding along her burning body as he yanked her towards him. He turned her on her side and pressed her against him, his meaty cock now pressed upright between their bellies. Pam was shuddering and sighing, not knowing what to do with her mouth now that the tip of his cock was not around to be licked. She clutched him all the more tightly to her, her fingertips digging into his flesh, slowly undulating her hips to better feel the pressure of that steel like rod against her navel.
Her body was a vibrating mass of wanton flesh as she pulled back just enough to fit a hand between them so she could once more encircle his solid hard-on with her grasping fingers. She raised one leg and slowly but surely forced the hard tool between her thighs, letting its meaty head rub against the slick moisture of her parted pussylips. Marty automatically thrust forward, shoving his cock so far between her thighs, it came out in back. And then she clamped her leg tightly together, squeezing the cock so tightly his oily seepage came oozing out to coat the cheeks of her ass as his prong-tip rubbed between the bottom of the heavy buns.
The downy beard of pussy hair was moistly pressing against the top of his quivering rod, and the surrounding lips of her slick twat separated and nibbled along the top of his stiff cock. When she began easing her body forward and back, it was like a slurping tongue running the full length of his simmering prick. Heavy cunt oil came dripping out and soaked the entire length of prick, his hairy crotch, and the bloated sac of balls below, as well. Each time she slid forward and back, the hard cock twitched violently between her sucking labes, making them wish his tool was buried inside instead of running along the outer lips, teasing them. She was doing it purposely, moving with an insane slowness, letting the mushroom like cap of cock slide from the front of her sweet pussy to the rear and up into the crack of her ass. Her cuntlips sucked on every inch of dick along the way. It was a maddening sensation, a teasing sensation, and though Marty didn't know it, it was the kind of thrill many men never experience in a lifetime of fucking. Pam was a Wahl, all right. She took to fucking as readily as her mother had when her father had popped her cherry. And the crushing pressure on his twitching cock was so great, Marty swore he thought his balls would explode.
Suddenly no longer able to stand the constant teasing, Marty grabbed both of his cousin's asscheeks and spun so he was on the mattress with Pam sitting astride his solid belly, his cock still pressed lengthwise into the crevice of her cunt and ass.
"What's with you, cuz?" she asked. "Can't take a little cunt-teasing?"
"Jesus!" he muttered. "You act like you're really experienced."
"When my blood comes out all over your bed, you'll know how experienced I am," she laughed. "Come on, Marty. Fuck me. Fuck me good. Make it good the first time."
"I'll make it good," Marty assured her. "But, Pam, I'm gonna fuck you. You aren't gonna fuck…"
Before she realized it, she was on her back on the bed and he was on top of her, his mouth kissing her face and throat as the flat of his hand probed between her silken thighs, touching the soft, pouch like mound of her virgin cunt. He could feel the fantastic blast furnace of heat coming from within, incredibly hot to his palm and fingers as he pressed, rubbed and stroked, teasing the pussyflesh carefully, feeling her body, which had tautened when he'd spun her around, suddenly relax and become more and more limp. Her mouth continued eating his, her breath pouring between his lips as if she were attempting to resuscitate him, her tongue stabbing in and out of his mouth as if it were a prick fucking him.
His middle finger pressed against her quivering clitoris, and he could feel the hot bead of pink flesh began to swell and grow as he rubbed it, letting him know she was more than ready for her first fuck. Her hips began undulating in a wild, full rhythm as he continued massaging the swelling tilt. And then he slid his finger lower, feeling the gooey slickness of the tender outer lips of her flaming pussy. He pressed the point of his finger against her never-before-entered cunt mouth. He moved it in a half-inch and felt her tense again, half expecting to immediately feel pain. When the pain didn't come, she slowly began to relax while his finger rested inside her hole for a few minutes. Then it slowly withdrew. He moved the fingertip in and out, like the tongue of an adder striking again and again, slowly but surely making her sweet inner labes part all the more certainly. He became aware of her ever-increasing excitement as she began to feel tingling thrills she had never felt before. Her fully rounded ass began bouncing on the mattress in time to the way his finger was penetrating her pussy as her lips once more glued themselves to his mouth, her tongue literally clutching and twining itself around his tongue for support.
Marty stretched his body above hers, his boom like cock swinging from side to side, and slowly used his knees to force her thighs farther apart. Slowly, very slowly, he pressed himself downward, feeling himself aroused to the point of no return. No matter how she acted or reacted now, she was going to get good and fucked. He could feel the maddeningly soft sensation of her velvety thighs as his rigid cock bounced off one and then the other. The mere knowledge her flaming virgin cunt was there, wide open and less than an inch from his solid prick, waiting only for his thrust, to be delivered by a mere forward plunging of his hips, was nearly too much for him. Sheer will kept him from spraying his load all over her outer cunt.
Pam lay there in the warm evening darkness of the room, her weight on her heels and elbows, ready to return his thrust, knowing the sooner he broke through her cherry the faster the pain would subside. The sensation of the proud hard-on teasing her pussy flesh so boomingly as if still uncertain what came next, made her reach up with her hands and caress his butt, bringing her crotch up another half-inch until she felt the rampant point of his solid knob pressing lightly against her soft, fur-surrounded snatch. It retreated suddenly as if frightened away by a feeling neither of them could understand. But Pam was as determined to lose her cherry as she was to enjoy the oncoming fuck in spite of all she'd heard about the first screw being the most painful.
"Fuck me, Marty," she whispered. "Fuck me good. Shove your cock in me. I know I'm tight in there, but I'll be able to take all of it. You'll see."
Her lips were pressing against his ear, whispering heated words and driving him insane, overcoming his fear of hurting her. She tugged hard on his ass, bringing his cock against her anxious split. This time he moved forward a bit more, pushing the slithery twatlips just the tiniest bit apart until the tip was actually past the outer labes and pressing between her slavering inner pussylips. It moved into her a fraction of an inch, just enough so both could feel and understand the rounded knob pushing gently into her unaltered tunnel.
Marty was ready to pull back again, when Pam reached underneath her thigh and grabbed his cock solidly, holding him in place and preventing him from retreating. His throbbing rod, wet and sticky with their combined juices, remained locked into position for what both of them wanted.
The flowering, spreading lips of her inner pussy, her unentered virgin hole, began to widen as the flaming, slithery head of his prong moved ever-so-slowly forward. She tensed the muscles of her butt in near-panic, trembling with anticipation, looking forward to what was about to happen, yet naturally afraid of the pain she knew she would have to endure. Even so, her desire was far greater than her fear, and she dug her fingers into Marty's ass, urging him more and more deeply into her, feeling the fat, heavy thickness of his cock make itself felt more and more readily the deeper it moved. She forced his tool into her twat a millimeter at a time, the blazing lips of her wanton cunt enclosing the enlarged knob like a sucking pair of oral lips, doing their best to draw his rod deeper inside while experiencing the joint sensations of rapture and pain. The sensations were driving her mad with lust and pain as she once again rotated her hips in an effort to use his prong to widen her fuck-hole. Her tight, unused pussy squeezed his throbbing meat like the fingers of a strong little fist. He could feel her inner flesh stretching as her hole widened a little at a time until his thick, throbbing prick was a third of the way in. It was pressing against her cherry, pulsing strongly, vibrating with a throbbing intensity. Once again Pam's asscheeks squeezed tightly together as if in an effort to repel the invader.
But both were beyond retreat now. They knew there could only be one ending now. There would be no satisfaction on the part of either one until every last bit of heaving, throbbing, pumping cock was buried in the flaming depths of her hot, blazing quim, even if her cunt ruptured in the process.
With one hand she reached up and wrapped a hand around his neck, pulling his face closer to hers, biting his lips with her teeth, trying to bite his teeth, as well. He felt the slight moan of pain as it came from her throat and swept into his. The pressure of his knob against her straining cherry remained constant as he held himself in readiness, waiting for her to signal him she was ready.
But instead of signaling Marty to move, Pam began sliding along his bonelike tool herself, rocking her large, albeit solid ass back and forth, riding very carefully along the shaft of marble-hard cock, sucking on that part already in her hole with her cunt muscles. Her tunnel was becoming wetter and more moisture-laden as her desire and anticipation speedily grew. The moan in her throat was no longer a sound of pain but a sigh of rapture as she began ramming her body higher and harder against his. He could feel her body trembling with excitement as her pussylips sucked his cock with the hope of gaining sustenance from it.
"NOW!" she suddenly screamed, and turning her head to the side, sank her teeth in his shoulder as she rode upward. He, matching her thrust, came slamming down. Her fingers sank into his ass and her mouth opened wide as she screamed into his arm when her cherry suddenly bunt. Her flaming cunt, tighter than a clenched fist, swallowed up another third of his steaming cock as it drove into her. One more thrust, and the rest of his mighty, solid shaft of meat went drilling into her fuck-hole, lodging its full mass in her crushing interior. It was as if the end of everything suddenly engulfed them in a masterful flash of wonderful glory.
Pam felt as if her entire body had been cut in half, wedged apart by the mighty dong of her cousin. And yet, for the first time in her eighteen years she felt whole, as if some missing part of her had been restored.
Her arms held tightly to him, crushing his body to hers insistent on bearing his full weight, panting, completely unmoving for the moment, wonderfully lost in the unbelievable satisfaction of sensation and thrilling delight, completely enjoying the hot, pulsating mightiness of the meat that made her a total woman.
As the wonder of the moment faded, she reached under herself, curious to know all there was to know about his sexual organs. She fingered his heavy scrotum, feeling the round smoothness of the balls inside the heavy, wrinkled sac. Then the tips of her fingers touched the place where the base of his heavy cock joined to her leechlike cuntlips, as if by feeling for herself she could ascertain he had really fucked it into her. Her fingertips squeezed it gently, feeling the involuntary twitching in response. Yes, his prick was in her all right, right up to the balls.
"Now," she said to her cousin, "I want you to pump that thing back and forth inside me until I feel what I'm supposed to feel."
So Marty leaned into her, kissing her on the mouth while squeezing her full asscheeks, and slowly began withdrawing his bloody whang. Her body was quivering strongly under his hands, but the shaking was from her increasing arousal and desire, and in no way from pain or fear. They had broken the one baffler, and though it had hurt her at the time, the pain, mingled with the passion, had heightened her sensitivity and feeling so that she now felt every last little bit of his meat touching her interior. Terror had given way as the thrilling feeling of his hard prick slowly slid back from the sheath it had fully filled, making her realize there was a sense of loss. His hard dick moved very slowly as it pulsated back and forth through her cunt hole, and then, when he was certain the pain was gone, he speeded up, increasing his thrusts and withdrawals while picking up the fuck-tempo.
Her arousal was at its peak as her tongue began slicing into and out of his mouth with the same rapidity his cock used in reaming in and out of her squishing cunt. She rolled a little from side to side as she bucked to the ever-increasing plunges of his spearing prick. Her butt cheeks matched the beat of his humping hips, and soon her ass was flying up and down on the bed with mad regularity, shuddering with desirous sensations each time his mighty prick sliced into her cunt. Her unbelievably tight sheath clutched the shaft of his cock as it slid in again and again, adjusting itself to fit perfectly around the massive weapon.
After pressing her lips against his so hard they were bleeding, she suddenly tore her mouth from his, panting for air as her head wildly beat from one side to the other against the pillow beneath, her ass moving ever faster in time to the inward plunges of his prick and the clenching of his fists as they still held her butt. Now she seemed to know how to fuck properly. Her body rose until all of his seven inches were deeply embedded in the fuming depths of her bog like cunt, and then she would retreat, letting his heavy cock ride out as far as its bulbous head. This she would not permit to pass her clutching twatlips. Once she felt the flange of his corona, she immediately reversed her field, once again sucking the full length of his dick into her hole. The pressure of her cunt around his iron like cock became so powerful he actually felt some pain himself.
"Marty," she murmured, speaking for the first time since her cherry had been popped. "Oh, Marty, it feels so wonderful. I could go on like this forever."
He could have hung there, suspended on his palms and knees, and she would have done all the work. As it was, her thrusting movements were speeding up, making him to increase the speed with which he fucked his heavy dong in and out of her juicing quim.
Marty thought his hot cock was actually on fire and burning up. He was positive if he had withdrawn it from the sucking maw of her leeching pussy he would have seen his thick, red tip had turned white-hot and would shortly burst into flame all by itself.
Marty knew he would be coming any second. Christ, but wouldn't it be something if he could make Pam come this first time? So few women had orgasms their first lay. If he made her climax, it would prove he was that much more of a man.
Pam began wriggling uncontrollably beneath her humping cousin as she felt tat same strange sensation within her she had enjoyed earlier in the day, when Tracey had lapped her pussy. Only this time the sensation was coming from somewhere way down deep inside her, building and swelling the way a flower opens to greet the sun. It was a newer, different, greater feeling than the one she had enjoyed with Tracey. Tracey's had left her with the odd feeling something was missing. But right from the start she could tell this sensation was offering total fulfillment. The climax began creeping through her body the way an octopus' tentacles reach out, stretching farther and farther with each passing second. This was more than any human could endure.
Around the cock plugging into her, her sweet, watering cunt began twitching and bouncing from side to side. Her nails sliced into his flesh, but she was oblivious to it all. She only cared about the ecstasy crawling up and over her, moving ever so slowly, making her wonder if she would ever feel the full power of it.
And suddenly her body stiffened beneath his. Her arms were out flung, and her legs were straight, the heels no longer digging into the mattress. A strange, hoarse gasping was emitted from her throat as her complete orgasm finally exploded, erupting from within and blasting itself to the farthest reach of her body.
The clutching of her sweet cunt was too much for him, and as she reached the summit of her satisfaction, he exploded with such ferocity she felt the blistering heat of his jizz burst into her, splashing her cunt walls, coating every part of her sheath, spurting without end, blasting again and again as he continued driving his fleshy tool into her quaking snatch as if trying to pin her to the bed permanently.
Pam surrounded him with her arms and legs, clutching him tightly to her, her body visibly shuddering with complete pleasure as she felt herself dissolving with ecstasy.
"God, it was so good," Pam whispered in the darkness, feeling his once-solid meat begin to deflate inside her sated cunt.
"Yeah," Marty admitted. "It was great. Hell, Pam, you're the best I've ever had."
He had no intention of admitting she was only the second female he'd ever fucked. It would not only embarrass him, but it might make her feel less secure. After all, if she believed him to be an experienced man where fucking was concerned, his admission that she was the best lay he'd ever had would make her feel that much better.
Pam, being the same age as Marty, knew her cousin hadn't had that much experience, though she had no real idea how many other women he'd screwed. Nevertheless, it gave her a feeling of power to know she could arouse so much feeling inside him this first time.
She felt a wetness beneath her and reached under. When Marty had entered the room and removed the towel he'd had, he flung it on the bed, and somehow or other it had worked its way under her. When his mighty cock had pierced her cherry, the blood had come out on the towel. Though the mattress beneath was slightly damp, not one drop of her virginal blood touched it.
Marty pulled out the towel, balled it up, and threw it into a corner of the room. He wasn't worded about any more blood staining his mattress. But he was determined to keep Pam with him that night, because he was in the mood for a lot more fucking. When he expressed the idea to Pam, she didn't object in the least.