“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.”
CHAPTER II
A half an hour later Linda was seated in the salon waiting for her uncle. Lola had left her there for she was busy in the kitchen preparing the night's dinner. Bert seemed to have disappeared all of a sudden. And as for all that, Alice, the maid, was no where to he seen.
The young girl felt tired, her head swimming in the clouds. She didn't realize it but she was suffering from the fatigue of love. However, a smile mounted to her lips while thinking of what she had just accomplished with Bert. Oh well, her virginity was something in the past. She wouldn't be able to use that as a defense for many valuable reasons. But Linda truly didn't have any regrets since she made a discovery that was altogether agreeable.
She was a woman now, well almost. It would be better to say that she was on the road to becoming one. Her imagination got the better of her. She wondered when her cousin would make love to her again. Maybe he would come into her room that night? In that case, she would remember not to lock the door. Perhaps it will be Lola who will start up again? Oh well, she would just have to wait and see what would happen… Her revery was interrupted by footsteps coming from the library. The door opened and a man entered the salon. He approached with a smiling, delightful air.
“Ah, Linda. How good it is to see you. How are you? I'm glad to see you among us.”
It was uncle Arthur alright. Linda noticed quickly, as he strutted across the room, his elegant walk and perfect masculine bearing. He was tall, sun?burnt, athletic with steel?grey eyes and greying temples. Uncle Arthur was exactly the type of man Linda thought of as being the perfect seductor. She even remembered him from her younger days. This splendid hunk of manhood had not changed. And maybe he even improved. She found him very attractive. She greeted him with a timid strained voice as she put out her hand to be grasped warmly by the distinctive Arthur.
But Arthur paid no attention to the outstretched hand and he took the girl by her shoulders and kissed her lightly on the corner of the mouth. Linda turned beet?red as she inhaled the lavender perfume emanating from the tall man, who despite her blushing, was only her uncle.
Arthur looked her over, his hands never leaving her shoulders. He smiled.
“Well then. It is really wonderful to see you. You've gotten quite attractive, you know? Well well, well… How do you like our house?”
“Oh, it's fine.” Linda exclaimed. “I met Lola and Bert and we… and we…” She didn't know how to end her sentence. Was it possible that uncle Arthur knew how they had spent the morn?in and early afternoon?
“Let's just say that you got along fine together.” Arthur helped her entangle the sentence and straighten her thoughts out. Little did he know she was thinking quite well. It was only manipulating properly that bothered her.
“Tell me Linda? I know this is unusual to ask, especially the day of your arrival, but could you help me? Lola is busy and Bert, well the rascal can never be found when someone wants him. You won't mind will you?” He
