Lola gave back a passionate tonguing and then looked at the young waif with irony and a storm of passion.
She signaled to Bert.
“Alright Bert, take the little piggy. Can't you see she is dying for it?”
Bert laughed. He huffed and bellowed and bruskly shoved his cock into the ass?hole of the good?natured bronze beauty.
“What do you think I am, your servant? Do you think I have to obey you without having the right to chose for myself?”
Lola wasn't fooled by the play Bert put on. She saw that he was attracted by his cousin who was spread? eagled on the bed panting away with lust. The boy just wanted to tease the girl and make her long for him all the more.
Linda was taking in by the game. In fact, she grabbed the boy's arm and pleaded with him hysterically.
“Please Bert, please… I want to be… I desire to be mounted by you…”
Bert pulled out his prick from the two cheeks of Lola's carcass. Linda watched it as though she were spellbound by its flutterings. Hypnotized by the rigid cobra spouting milky substance, she thought she would go mad with the need to have it inside her.
Suddenly she seized it with her hand and forced Bert to take the necessary step. Lola who was on her side pushed the boy toward the beckoning girl. Bert didn't wait any longer and in a jiffy he managed to stab his cousin with his swollen phallus. Lola with her enflamed eyes was pleased to watch the two scuffle in heated pleasure. Bert pumped away with force and regal passion.
CHAPTER VII
A half?an hour later, the three were stretched out on the bed. Bert was in between his two mistresses. Lola's and Linda's hands met while they tickled and stroked the balls and penis of the happy young man who was peacefully installed with his hands in back of his head. He let the girls do what they wished while he closed his eyes and beamed contentment all over his boyish face.
“I really must say that this young scamp is certainly talented for his gangly age. Don't you think I'm right, Linda dear?”
Linda merely smiled and continued to caress her cousin's gentles.
“Tell me Bert when did you first make love? When was the very first time you possessed a woman for the
'bon'.”
Lola asked the boy questions because she was truly inquisitive. She had an admiration for the younger generation and their precocity and wanted to know their moeurs.
“I guess I was fourteen. That's right, I remember. I wasn't more than fourteen. I did it with Edith, my sister.
Do you know her Linda?”
“Yes. I saw her once at aunt Martha's in London about three years ago.”
“Tell us what happened.” Lola coaxed the lad.
“Well, we were by the sea near Atlantic City, Edith, Rita, my youngest sister and my mother. Edith at the time was nineteen and Rita was fourteen, or nearly fourteen. Edith was, and still is for that matter, very attractive with her brown flowing tresses and her panther?like body. Her ass is perfectly formed and her teats are just as they should be. When she walks down the street she has everyone's head turning, men and women alike.
“One day I decided to take a long walk along the water?front. I think that I was seeking to be alone for I walked a good deal. I headed for the little cabin we had near the north shore. For miles around you couldn't hear a living soul. Nearing the cabin I heard some noise.
“Being by nature quite curious, I decided to sneek up and see what it was all about. Through a small crack in the wood I was able to spy Edith, my svelte long sister, stretched out on the floor completely nude. There was a man on top of her and I recognized him to be the young architect that had been flirting with her since we had come to the beach. He was looming over her in a very insinuating position, and Edith seemed to be enjoying the taste of his 'thing'. I watched for a few seconds and then drew away as softly as I had come. I hid in the nearby bushes.
“Ten minutes later the architect had left the cabin, apparently afraid of being caught by Edith's mother. But I knew no one was going to come before noon and it was hardly ten o'clock.”
“And what did you do then?” Linda asked following the conversation with interest and awaiting a denouement to the intriguing story.
“Once he had left, I went back to the cabin. I opened the door and I saw Edith still lying on the floor obviously tired from her violent efforts. When she regained her senses, she tried to hide her nudity on seeing me. She asked with surprise what I was doing there at such an early hour. “You made love quite well, sis,” I said tossing it off as if it were the most natural thing to say. She looked at me with hate in her eyes. “Get the hell out of here. I want to dress.” This was her vulgar response. I tried my luck and said, You don't have to get dressed for what you're going to do. If not I'm going to tell mother the truth and she is not going to like that, is she?” She was thunderstruck. “You're out of your head.” Then with a little more conviction she called me a dirty little pig and pushed me away.
“I held my stand and told her she was nothing but a slut, and that if she would make love with me, I wouldn't breathe a word.”
Edith didn't say a word. She just stared at me ironically. I undressed nervously and then threw myself on her like a young lion. “Take it easy, my little brother. This is where you have to get in.” She took my prick with her hand she felt its hardness and vigor. Adeptly she slipped it into her vagina. Then she budged around and made it all the harder. Her movements were so well?accomplished that inside a few seconds I came with all my might. My first thought was that it was much, much better than masturbating at the cinema. Several of my friends would hold a masturbating seance when we saw a love film. You know, we used to change off and masturbate each other.
“It seemed that Edith had a penchant toward incest, because that same evening she asked me to come up to her room and recommence the same business we had taken up that morning. She taught me the sweet pleasure of sucking and being sucked. We spent the whole night making love.”
“And then what happened?” Lola wanted to know everything as she stroked the massive cock.
“Afterwards, everything came naturally. I can even remember the first experience of this type that I had with Rita. One night she was sleeping and I tip?toed into her room like a thief of Bagdad. She. had pushed her covers aside and she was sleeping naked because it was a hot summer's day. I woke her by placing my hand on her sex. She has that silken type of hair that curls lovingly, a bit like yours Linda. Naturally she cried out in alarm, but was less frightened to see her brother. She said she had been dreaming and thought it might be a robber. I reassured her and bade her not to be afraid. I told her a fib about losing my key and that I would have to sleep with her that night. I pretended to be annoyed at my misfortune. At first she didn't like the idea, but seeing that her brother was hard put (in fact, I was growing hard by the minute), she ceded. Until then, we had the normal rapport between brother and sister and she wasn't in the least suspicious about anything out of the norm. She rolled over and covered herself, while I lay down by her side.”
“Gee, you're slowly getting to the point.” Linda pressed the boy squeezing the head of his cock. “A few minutes later, I began to caress her softly. She moved away and told me not too be so intimate with her. She was sure I was just teasing her and she played the part of someone annoyed. She told me she wanted to sleep and to keep my roving hands to myself. Suddenly I jumped on top of her and pushed her legs apart. My cock was ready and with dexterity I managed to penetrate her. In spite of her young age she wasn't a virgin. When she understood that I was serious in my endeavor, she submitted willingly. The little darling of sister loved to be fucked, and the following nights she didn't fail to come to my room to get screwed in the many fashions that Edith had taught me. Even now when we see each other, we never hesitate in taking advantage of our feverish desires. Rita told me that she lost,her virginity at thirteen. She was alone in the house one day when a man knocked on the
