Therapeutic Sex

 
‘Hi cousin you coming over after college?’

Sandra smiled at her handsome eighteen year old cousin. He was mad and bad and as fit as a butcher’s dog. She’d fancied him since the age of twelve, always believing someday he’d be the one.

‘Maybe’ she said with forced indifference ‘I’ll see how I feel.’ She already knew how she felt as the little damp patch in her underwear testified to.

‘You still a virgin?’ He asked cheekily.

‘Might be, might not’ she teased ‘It’s none of your business Dick head.’

‘Well no matter cousin I’ll see ya later’ he grinned swaggering off cocky and self-confident his bouncing blonde hair shining in the sun.

Sandra remembered her psychologist mother’s words of caution to be careful around Jason ‘he needs therapy that one’ she’d said ‘I see people professionally who are more stable than him.’

Jason felt relaxed he knew she’d come. They lolled on his bed, the detritus of his feckless lifestyle making everywhere else impossible. His music blared ‘Yer like Rap doncha?’ he asked.

Sandra didn’t answer straight away her brown eyes clouded ‘well, yeah, it’s cool except that
Gangsta shit they should put a big C in front of that Rap; too violent for me.’

‘Wanna drink?’

‘Whotcha got?’

He produced a litre bottle ‘jus’ coke, miss ‘onest’ he answered mockingly as if talking to a teacher then grinned ‘I put some Vodka in it to kill any bugs.’

‘OK’ she smiled givvit here.’

Jason eyed her lustfully as she drank. Just last year she’d been a gawky kid. Now she’d turned sixteen all the feminine bits had developed beautifully. The swell of her magnificent tits rebelling against her bra, the long shapely legs and her arse; oh god her arse!

He felt himself stiffen. Sliding over to her he took the bottle swigging deeply. He slid his arm around her waist and nuzzled her alabaster neck. Sandra was feeling mellow and relaxed into him. The alcohol conspired with her desire and her inhibitions started falling away.

He kissed her deeply and fondled her hardening nipples. Sandra felt a thrill run through her chest and down her spine, a delightful, tingling sensation. When he slipped his hand up her skirt she felt a moment of panic but he made no attempt to invade her underwear. Instead he stroked her inner thigh lightly. She relaxed in his arms returning his kisses, gradually he moved up in tantalising circles until he was teasing her clitoral hood through the fabric of her flimsy knickers.

She moaned as waves of pleasure sabotaged her self control. She reached for him finding the bulge in his jeans squeezing and rubbing inexpertly. He unzipped and guided her hand.

Sandra only had one previous sexual experience  and it had not gone well. She’d met a beautiful boy at a party and they had gone outside to escape the din. They had kissed and he had suddenly slipped his hand up her skirt pushing a finger roughly into her. It had hurt like hell as he tore her hymen and she had panicked pushing him away. The boy, whose name she couldn't even recall, had taken her hand and placed it on his rigid cock. ‘What the hell am I supposed to do with this now?’ he’d asked sulkily.  

Sandra had felt ashamed of her inexperience. She was intrigued by how soft and silky the skin felt and how hard his cock was underneath. It hadn't taken long; the overly excited boy had spurted after a dozen fumbling strokes.

Jason started to strip her and Sandra began to pull his T shirt up feeling herself streaming. The word condom floated into her mind and away again on a wave of intense desire. Then they were naked and he spread her compliant thighs wide apart. She had a momentary twinge of fear as he entered her then it was gone as she became engulfed in her passion. She felt her flesh painlessly parting to his delicate thrusting and responded, pushing her hips high to receive him.

She orgasmed quickly as a tsunami of sensation swamped her and started at once to build again. He rode her expertly stroking her hard rose pink nipples and kneading her buttocks. Then he withdrew and she was momentarily disappointed thinking the magic had stopped. He disappeared kissing and licking his way downward. The sensation of his tongue tip flicking lightly as a butterfly’s wing on her suffused clitoris drove her to distraction and she began moaning loudly and whimpering with pleasure.

His gorged cock was before her inches from her face. Instinctively she took it and drew it into her mouth pushing her head forward the better to accommodate him.

He took her slowly, teasingly to the brink of another massive climax then eased up. ‘Please Jason, for god’s sake, please!’ she pleaded, her fingernails raking his buttocks.

Jason entered her then this time urgently as he sought his own satisfaction. Ramming her hard he finally let go a great shout as he shot into her again and again until finally he was spent.

After a few breathless minutes he found he had to make an effort to pull himself out of her as her tight vaginal muscles clamped his now flaccid penis firmly in place.

They lay holding each other for what seemed an age then Sandra’s phone which had spilled from her bag sometime during the action vibrated rattling against the coke bottle. She picked it up seeing she had three missed calls. It was her mother sounding anxious ‘Where are you darling? Daddy’s home and we have rung all your friends. No one has seen you. We've been worried sick.’

‘I'm alright mummy. I'm with Jason. We've been for a walk.’

With Jason? Jane sounded shocked ‘I thought I told you to steer clear of him?’ she snapped ‘he’s very unstable.  He needs therapy.’ Now that her anxiety had subsided her mother sounded angry ‘why haven’t you been answering your phone?’

‘It was still on silent from college mummy, in my bag, sorry.’

Jason suddenly snatched the phone from her a sadistic glint in his eye. ‘Your daughter’s been too busy getting herself a good sound fucking Auntie Jane. I’ve just taken her cherry, Christ she was hot to trot.’

Sandra gave a mortified scream and snatched the phone back blushing beetroot red ‘He’s lying mum’ she wailed ‘you know what an arsehole he is’ but she sounded far from convincing.

‘Come home at once Sandra McCauley’ her mother yelled and hung up. Sandra turned on Jason and slapped him hard across the face.

‘You nasty fucking bastard’ she screamed ‘what the fuck did you do that for?’

Jason looked at her stony faced, the red welts from her fingers emblazoned on his cheek ‘because it’s the fuckin’ truth Sandra he said in a flat voice ‘why are people like you always afraid of the fuckin’ truth?’

‘Jason you bastard don’t you see?’ She screamed ‘you’ve taken something beautiful and made it shit. I’ve got to face her now you arsehole’ tears of frustration were streaming down her face. ‘How am I going to look my dad in the eye?’ She punched him in the chest as hard as she could but didn’t move his six foot frame. She began hurriedly to dress.

Jason slipping into his clothes said ‘you’re sixteen aren’t you Sandra? That’s the legal age of consent in this country in case you’d forgotten.’ He pulled on his T shirt and took her by the shoulders ‘come on I’ll take you home it should be a laugh watching their faces.’

Sandra twisted away from him ‘Like fuck you will’ she shouted ‘you've done enough damage.’

She stared at him for a long moment shaking her head unable to grasp the sheer depths of his callousness. ‘You need therapy Jason you are one seriously sick soul.’

At the mention of therapy Jason’s eyes flashed insanely but only for a second. ‘Do your folks think you’ll stay a fuckin’ virgin ‘til they say it’s OK Sandra? It’s your cunt and if you want to screw it’s got fuck-all to do with them.’ He looked her up and down contemptuously ‘Anyway you’d better trot to the chemist tomorrow for the morning after pill’ he gave a sneering laugh. She was just another conquest and this was his way of making sure she stayed dumped. In his mind it was all a joke.

She stared at him in utter disbelief the sick feeling in her stomach hardening to cold rage. He’d taken her most beautiful experience and turned into a cheap throw-away fuck. She wiped her eyes on her sleeve forcing a smile as she moved close to him ‘Nice of you to be concerned for my welfare Jason’ she said. She went as if to kiss him goodbye. He responded, stepping close. Sandra was still smiling sweetly as she slammed her knee into his groin.

‘That’s the therapy you need Jason, now let’s hear you laugh that fucker off.’