Debbie Martin was young, innocent, and beautiful. She had long, wavy brown hair that cascaded down her back halfway to her waist. She had to brush it a long time every night to keep it that way. Her hazel eyes were wide and round, though usually hidden behind the rose-tinted lenses of her glasses. She had a short, pert, upturned nose above nice lips, neither too thin nor too full. And she had a strong jawline, denoting a firmness of resolution, though at that point Debbie was completely without resolution.
Her body was tall, about five feet six inches in height, with slender arms equally slender legs, full hips, a flat tummy, and a small, albeit solid rump. Her breasts were mammarial wonders, jutting straight out, pressing into the taut fabric of her short blue dress.
At that moment Debbie was sitting in the large den of her guardian, Maurice Merlon. Merlon himself was seated across the room from her in large, overstuffed wing chair. Both were staring at the movie Merlon had insisted she see now, on her seventeenth birthday.
It wasn't a good movie. The acting was mediocre at best. The plot was thin. All in all the directing was thin and without exactness.
The photography was excellent. That much Debbie had to admit. The picture was crystal clear, and the camera was steady, getting superb close-ups. The color was perfect, and the actors were very enthusiastic about the way they performed because it was a pure, hard-core, triple-X porno movie-the first Debbie had ever seen.
Debbie had no idea why her guardian was so insistent on her seeing the film. Never having been near a young man before, she was more than a little enthused by what she was watching, yet it was so new to her she didn't know enough to feel any kind of sexual heat burn through her.
On the screen, the hero was putting his drink down on a nearby coffee table. He was in a living room with the heroine. They had only just met in a bar, and now they were in her apartment where he had been sloshing down some more gin. In real life he would have been so stoned he wouldn't have been able to stand up, much less stand up straight. He had a solid, compact body, and Debbie was able to admire it ail the more as he began undressing.
The heroine, a girl with lovely raven hair, was also undressing. She had nice breasts, though Debbie was certain her own boobs were nicer: more solid, and more upstanding. The girl left her wisp of panty on, keeping her mons veneris covered, though the black bush on her pelvis came right through the flimsy material.
Debbie stared as the man removed his underpants. It was the very first time in her life that she had seen a penis. Oh, she had studied all about the human body with one of the many tutors her uncle had insisted teach her while she was staying in his house. She had heard the word penis, and had even seen written descriptions of what a penis was supposed to look like. Despite her curiosity, she had never been able to see so much as a hand-drawn picture of one, before. Now she was staring at one in a motion picture, seeing its hardness as it seemed to erect itself before her very eyes once the underwear were off. From a three inch squiggly piece of flesh it had grown, enlarging and swelling until it was obviously more than six inches in length. It had also thickened as it hardened. It seemed almost as thick as Debbie's own slender wrist. She watched the woman on the screen shudder in pleasant anticipation, completely unable to contain herself.
The man, obviously unable to hold himself in check, moved to her and pulled her into his arms, pressing his solid body against her full, yielding tits. He seemed to sizzle with delight as her nipples pressed into his chest. And as if contact with his chest were a signal, the woman's nipples began filling with blood and elongating. This caused them to rub all the harder against his body, thereby building the tension between them to greater heights.
The woman's arms circled his body, crushing him tightly to her. There was a closeup of their mouths coming together, lips wide open, tongues sticking out, writhing, seeking, eventually discovering. Guttural sounds of lust seemed to come from their throats as their tongues pressed against one another over and over. He seemed to be tasting the scotch she'd supposedly been enjoying as he licked her tongue. And then his tongue pushed past hers into the deeper parts of her mouth, seeking and searching.
It was plain that the man on the screen seemed to instinctively know the best way to arouse a woman. He was tantalizing her without straining himself in any way. There was no doubt he was naturally erotic and enthralling. Debbie could begin to feel something turning warm inside her, just from watching.
The woman's two arms wrapped themselves around the man's head, pulling his face to hers, locking her lips against his, letting her tongue flow into his as if both could become one. His fingers started stroking her back and continued doing so until she writhed, letting him know she could no longer take it. The woman was the one to break the kiss first. She pulled away, but only a little way away. The pressure of his hands covering her cones of breasts, squeezing their full, fleshy mounds, made her writhe even more.
The man was reacting as well. He felt the eternal desire of arousal flaming through him. It was obvious to Debbie he was regarding her as something special for the moment. She watched his thumb and forefinger surround the raven-haired woman's nipple and rub, turning the pink capsule to bright red. The nipple swelled and stretched out to even greater size, burning with desire implanted in it by his rubbing fingers.
The camera panned down to give Debbie a view of the man's aching phallus pressing into the woman's belly, rubbing the material of her panty. She saw a drop of wet stickiness ooze from the eyelike slit in the large, plumlike head. It seeped out and soaked into the panty.
"Fuck me," the woman whispered. Fuck? That was a word Debbie had never heard before What did it mean?
She watched as the dark-haired woman held herself close to the dribbling penis, rubbing it against her belly. Then she heard the woman say, "I want to know how it feels to have your cock fill my cunt. I'll blow you afterward."
Cock? Cunt? These were words Debbie, who had been carefully guarded, had never heard.
By cock, it was obvious the woman was referring to the man's masculine appendage. And when she'd said the word cunt, she had rubbed herself between her thighs.
Was it possible, Debbie wondered, for such a thick, monstrous thing to fit into the tiny, narrow hole of a woman? She didn't think it could be done.
"Fuck me now," the woman begged. "I'm so wrought up I can't take it anymore. Feed that cock to me."
Debbie saw the man's hands actually tear away the panty. Now the woman was as naked as he.
A deep-throated rumble seemed to come from the man as he threw the woman on the bed, falling on top of her. His arms reached down and gripped her hips tightly as he pressed himself against her large, pillowy tits. The man's lips planted burning kisses on the woman's face and throat. And then Debbie saw him shove his face into the cleft between the woman's tits. His hands were rubbing and squeezing the woman's nipples.
Debbie saw the woman apply her mouth to the man's ear. She watched the tongue lance out and lick into the center. The man shivered as if someone had jammed a branding iron in there, letting both, the brunette and Debbie, know how much he liked it. At the same time it was obvious the brunette was being affected by the man. Her hands were all over him. One hand slid between his thighs and grabbed on tight to the hard length of his solid phallus.
"What a wonderful prick," the brunette muttered, the delicate tips of her inflaming fingers tightening on the pulsing penis.
"Prick," Debbie thought, watching. "That's another name for the penis." Interesting. How many names did it have?
She watched as the man pulled the woman tightly against him again, literally sucking the tongue out of her mouth and into his; licking it, lapping it, pressing his tongue to it as if trying to make her tongue part of his. And the woman in turn pressed the full, lithe length of her sinuous body against the solid writhing masculine form belonging to him, grinding her hot sweet pussy against his vibrating prick.
When their mouths parted again, the woman whispered, "Now! Fuck me now!"
The scene cut to her thighs as they parted, revealing a convex, pouting cunt with rich, pink, inner labia, slurping and slavering. It gaped widely, preparing itself for the man's attack.
"Goodness!" thought Debbie. "Is that what I look like down there?"
She was certain the hole, as widely as it gaped, wouldn't be able to contain the broad sword of cock poking out from between the man's thighs. It was impossible. Even though the hole was wet and dripping, it seemed too narrow. The cock wouldn't fit inside.
"Shove it into my pussy," Debbie heard the brunette say.
Pussy. Another word for vagina. She would have to remember all these words.
The brunette's hands ran wildly over the man's solid body, and it was obvious from the quick closeup to her eyes she was getting a thrill, feeling the man's torso. Another closeup showed her hands pressing into his asscheeks, rubbing the flat gluteal buttocks briskly. And his hands in turn wandered over her body as if she were some kind of uncharted land in need of exploration.
Now Debbie was treated to a shot from underneath, looking up, as the quivering cock began pressing into the soaking, burning split of the hairlined cunt. Debbie saw the brunette lift the center of her body for a brief moment, then reach beneath her body until her fingers touched the furry ring around her pussy.
"Get that twat open!" the man was whispering huskily.
Twat! Another word for vagina. Most interesting.
The woman moved her fingers a little more and touched her curved cuntlips. Then the fingers pressed, slowly parting the slavering labia in an effort to make it easier for the cock.
Debbie stared, amazed, as the camera revealed the cock pushing its head into the cunt, the vulva expanding to contain the monstrous prod. She noticed the man wasn't able to simply stuff it right in. He had to work to get it in. The tight insides of the woman's hole were resisting every inch of the way. But little by little it let the phallus probe deeper and deeper into it until the entire length of cock was totally buried inside. The hard, meaty prick had its base rubbing anxiously against the raven hairs surrounding the entrance to the woman's burning oven. Debbie watched as the pole attempted to push in more deeply, but couldn't. She had a full view of the man's straining ass muscles, gleaming with a sheen of sweat. But mostly she saw the way his cock was buried in the brunette's tight cunt as his dangling balls slapped against the crack in the woman's ass.
It was as if the woman had been created for this particular moment on film. She was a body designed to be fitted into by a solid, probing cock. In other words, she was a woman made to be fucked. Her entire body was begging to be fucked.
But then, Debbie argued to herself, if this one woman was meant to be fucked, why, then all women were meant to be fucked. Even she was meant to be fucked. But fucking, as she'd learned in hygiene, was the way beings reproduced themselves. And if some women were meant to be fucked in order to simply bear children, then other women were meant to be fucked for the sake of the act itself.
She was learning a lot, watching this motion picture. Her guardian, who had always been a fearsome individual, always knew the right way to teach her things. He had found the right tutors for her for all her other subjects, and was not letting her watch a scene of fornication, knowing she would understand as she watched, just why the woman was being fucked. It was for pure pleasure. The woman on the screen was designed to fuck and be fucked for pleasure, and not for reproduction. Sex was as much a part of her existence as was eating.
"God!" the brunette was grunting. "Stuff my quim."
Quim! Another word for vagina.
The weighty cock continued pounding away, now pulling out, then pistoning in. Debbie had a chance to see the way it was covered with the internal secretions of the cunt it was poling, and she realized she, too, had such lubricant inside her.
"This is so great," the brunette on the screen was saying. "Keep pumping that hot dong into my nest. I can't remember when things felt better."
Dong. Another word for penis.
Nest. Another word for vagina.
There seemed no end to the amount of words one could use to describe sex organs. But one things seemed certain: however, the woman used words, she was enjoying what was being done to her. Closeups of her face showed the strain, and the enjoyment she was getting. Shots of her hips showed that she was pumping up with as much energy as the man was slamming his cock down.
Debbie squirmed where she sat, wondering how this thing would end. She knew he would eventually shoot some kind of seed into the woman. But what would it look like? How did it feel inside?
She could hear the man's heavy breathing turn ragged as if his lungs couldn't empty fast enough. Debbie saw his hands slide down and cup the brunette's round rump, using the pressure of his palms to lift her up against his thrusting cock. He was actually pulling her slender body up to meet his until all they could do was grind their pelvises circularly to create friction.
He sat back on his knees, still cupping her rump against his body, and he was once again able to move his steampole (and to Debbie it looked like a steam-powered pole) in and out of the slick, slithery gap as if the waters inside were now boiling with passion. The brunette's spiraling movements began to shorten and quicken, until her thighs suddenly surrounded him tightly, her calves locking against the backs of his thighs, tugging him more firmly against her.
"Fuck," she muttered. "Fuck, screw, pump, shove, stuff it in me! Jazz it in, ream me out, hump, plunge, slam it in."
The sound of her urging voice seemed to cause him to shove his meaty cock into the brunette's fiery hole with an ever fiercer effort. Her hot cunt was snuggling against his pelvis while she continued reaching forward, digging her nails into his pounding ass. She seemed to be urging him ever deeper, if such a thing were possible. It was amazing how her tight, squeezing hole was able to take such tremendous breadth. Debbie still couldn't believe the way the narrow tunnel had widened to accept the full dimension of his hose. His body shuddered as if his pelvis was being tickled by the fleeciness of her hairy crotch.
Debbie marveled at how the woman levered her pussy up and down so consistently, keeping perfect time to the way he was plunging his turbine in and out of her. Each time she saw a closeup of the cock moving back she noticed that the testicles seemed to tighten inside their contracting sac, building more pressure in his body. She could actually see the way the purpling head almost came out from between the sucking labia of the woman beneath him: it resembled a fancy, lavender mushroom. And then he'd flex his hips and send his cock driving back into her. It was always a hard, sudden, driving attack, running far into the flaming, sodden, gaping hole. It rammed into the brunette's cock-eating cunt with overpowering thrusts. Debbie could hear the brunette gasp with delight then grunt regularly as excitement and desire totally overwhelmed her.
It was a movie. Debbie knew it was a movie. Yet the two on the screen were not acting at that particular moment. What was happening was real. It was a natural part of life. She was coming to understand that.
The man was obviously thrilled with the way the brunette's seething cunt slid suckingly up and around the steel-like shaft he was thrusting into her. More and more colorless ointment seemed to anoint the cock with each thrust, smoothing the way for him. His tight, wrinkled sac seemed to tease her perineum now, no longer able to dangle and loudly thwack against it.
Debbie watched the man's fingers cut more deeply into the woman's buttocks, grasping the solid, meaty, round cheeks. Satisfied that he had drilled into her as far as he could, he once again retreated, and Debbie watched the way the woman squirmed rhythmically under him. Her cunt would reluctantly release the hold it had on the solid penis only because the penis promised to return after backing away for a brief instant.
The brunette was moaning a low, continuous, throaty sound: humping her body against the man's, matching him lunge for plunge, egging him on to pump all the harder and faster. Her lips were pressed into the man's throat, whimpering and begging him not to end it all too briefly.
Then their mouths were totally silent as they were lost in a mad frenzy of delightful fucking. They thrashed about madly on the huge bed, rolling from side to side, yet never falling off. Each was seeking the ultimate in physical satisfaction, a feeling with which Debbie was totally unfamiliar.
The brunette's hips were madly screwing, rotating around and around the rigid pole of masculine cock buried so far inside her. In a very close closeup, Debbie could actually see the way the brunette's vaginal muscles were contracting in time to the way the man was pumping into her; squeezing the plunging dong tightly on the instroke, and releasing it as it slid out again.
The hairy labia of the brunette's soft crack slurped noisily on the plunging rod as it pistoned in and out, in and out, sliding more and more wetly through the womanly vortex. Because he was stroking the full length of his cock back as well as forth, the brunette's tensing vaginal muscles had a chance to squeeze the cock head as well as the shank and the base.
Once more the brunette sighed, pushing her body hotly against the man's: from what she could see when the man's cock pistoned back for a moment, Debbie was positive that the cock had actually swollen and expanded, making it even more difficult to fit inside the narrow tunnel of cunt. She could hear the heavy breathing of both of them and knew a finish was near.
The brunette was mixing sighs with her gasps, her body striving madly under that of the man. Her muscles were involuntarily tightening, just as those of the man were stiffening.
Now the woman's hands gripped his head and pressed his face to hers, kissing his mouth strongly. Her fingers entwined themselves in his hair. Another closeup showed her teeth chewing on his tongue, after which her own tongue was slurped into his mouth where he could suck on it.
The man was hurrying his plunges now, fucking his solid staff into the tight dimple of the brunette's pussy. Yet Debbie noticed the length of his stroke remained constant as he plunged the full length of his dong into her only to pull almost all the way out before once again plunging forward.
The brunette's thighs tightened and moved higher up on his back, giving Debbie an even better view of the way his prick was slamming into the juicing tunnel. Her thighs squeezed, pulling him ever deeper into the lusting depths of her anxious womanhood; but even with her heels hooked behind his thighs, squashing him strongly against her, the brunette was unable to shorten his stroke. And Debbie, watching the way her cuntlips tightened around the man's plunger, saw that the brunette was on the verge of something magnificent.
The closeup cut to a scene of their tongues continuing to duel. She was mumbling obscene love words to spur him on. Another cut, and Debbie saw the woman's heels kicking the man's rump as her knees squeezed around his limber waist. And there followed a series of intercuts, showing their lips, the cock speeding up in the cunt, their crushed bosoms, the cock still working in the cunt, her nails tearing at his asscheeks while her feet kicked them, a closeup of her closed eyes, the cock working in the cunt, a closeup of his bulging eyes, and again the cock tunneling into her weeping cunt.
A medium shot let Debbie see how tightly they clung to one another, never missing a stroke: which meant that more than one camera was being used to shoot these scenes. Passion had built up in the two of them to where they were oblivious of the cameras.
"Arrrggghhh ... " the woman yelled gutturally. The camera focused on her mouth, then cut to her see thing pussy.
Then there was another closeup of the two faces together as the brunette yelled, "I'm coming, I'm coming ... " What did she mean, she was coming? Debbie wondered "I'm co-o-o-m-m-m-I-I-n-n-g-g ... oaaaaaahhhhhrrrrr ... "
The woman's thighs uncrossed and spread wide open, displaying a completely vulnerable cunt to Debbie's eyes. The girl stared in wonder as the mighty flesh-plunger continued slamming into the squishing hole with repeated efforts.
And then there was a cut to the man's face as his mouth opened to yell, "Yaaarrrggghhh ... " as he came to his own climax.
They cut back to the cock slamming into the cunt, and Debbie watched and saw the heavy white cream come leaking out from around his plunging prick. It began dribbling down the insides of the woman's thighs. The camera zoomed in on the white dribbling drops of spunk, giving Debbie a better opportunity to examine the liquid.
As she watched, she could hear the heaving grunts of both the man and the woman as they continued pummeling their bodies against each other. They still couldn't get enough of one another, even as they heaved and gasped and squeezed their muscles together.
What could they be feeling? Debbie wondered. What kind of sensations were traveling through their bodies to make them convulse so spastically yet urge themselves on for even more? She was curious about it all, yet for all that she'd seen, and for all that she'd learned, she didn't feel the urge to know these experiences first hand ... at least not yet. She was more curious than aroused.
When the man collapsed on top of the brunette, the film ended. Afterward, Debbie had to sit through three more films. One showed the art of cunnilingus, spelling the word out on the screen as a title. When she saw the man licking at the woman's pussy, she once again found herself curious. Then she saw a film on anal/genital intercourse and decided it was probably very uncomfortable for the woman. Finally there was a film on fellatio. The mere idea seemed to disgust her and she almost heaved. Somehow managing to contain herself, she watched it to the end, wondering how women could ever perform something so monstrous, especially swallowing that white fluid.
CHAPTER TWO
Maurice Merlon was a huge, gross man. He stood six feet tall and weighed in at well over two hundred and twenty pounds. His word had been law for as long as Debbie could remember. He was her uncle on her mother's side, and he was her guardian.
Merlon was forty years old. He had dark black hair, an olive complexion, and sharp, almost fierce features, accentuated by his pointed nose. But despite his weight he moved with the stealth of a cat, and many times Debbie was unaware of his presence for many minutes after he'd walked into a room where she was sitting or standing.
For all his sharpness he was a handsome man. And though he wasn't married, he liked women. He'd brought many of them to the house while Debbie had lived with him, taking them to his bedroom every time. And every morning, he would always see them off in a taxi. Every woman who left his bedroom wore a smile. Debbie wondered what went on in there to make them all so happy, That is, she had wondered until after seeing those films. Now she knew!
When the films were over, Merlon waved to his butler to remove the projector and screen. Then he poured himself a drink, and for the first time, poured a drink for Debbie. It was a small Cherry Kijafa, but was a gesture on his part indicating that she was no longer an infant.
"Tonight," he told her, "I will answer all the questions you've been wanting to ask me for so long." His voice was neither high-pitched nor low-pitched, and oddly enough, pleasant to hear.
Debbie knew what he meant. She was curious about many things, and so she began immediately.
"Are my parents dead?" she asked.
"No," he replied. "They're alive and well in another part of the United States."
"Then why am I living with you?" she wanted to know.
"Because I bought you from your parents."
"You bought me?"
"Precisely. Deborah, you come from a very large family. You have six brothers and three sisters. My sister, your mother, was, and probably still is, a very amorous woman. Your father is no less loving. They couldn't keep their hands off one another, and kept on making babies year after year after year. Unfortunately, that was the only thing at which your father was so good. He was totally incapable of making a living. He still is. Had it not been for the agreement we reached, your parents, brothers, sisters, and probably you, would have all starved to death by now."
"Aren't my parents the littlest bit curious about me?"
"They don't care at all, my dear. They are pleasure-loving individuals, and all they care about is their own enjoyment, no matter at whose expense."
"But why did you buy me? And why did they sell me?"
"Good questions," Merlon nodded. "Your parents sold you because I offered to buy you. I offered them an income of twenty thousand dollars a year, for as long as you live with me. This has paid for your father's vasectomy so he doesn't have to sire any additional unwanted children, and it has even helped put most of your brothers through college. All of them are now working and supporting themselves. In fact, they've done so well, they also help to support your parents who, by now, have banked enough money to last them the rest of their lives.
"Now we come to why I have bought you. To begin with, I was quite taken with you the first time I saw you, some twelve-odd years ago. You were an absolutely beautiful child then, and you're growing into a beautiful woman. Next year, when you're eighteen, you will be free to choose whatever way of life you wish. However, I bought you because you're probably the only female in all the world I would be able to trust to care for me and all I've earned. Any other woman would be interested solely in what she could get from me. This is why I have never married."
"Are you saying you want to marry me?" Debbie asked, somewhat aghast.
"If things work out well, in time I may consider marriage. In the meantime, I've brought you up as a responsible young lady who is to be considerate of her elders. However, since you do belong to me, bought and paid for, you will, from this point on, for the next year, assume the role of my personal concubine."
"Concubine?"
"Dear girl, you saw the movies tonight. You saw what happened between the man and woman in each film."
"Yes," she admitted.
"Then don't be obtuse. What you saw on the screen tonight is what you and I shall re-enact for many of the three hundred and sixty five nights to come."
Debbie was stunned! Her uncle was telling her that he intended to fuck her. And she had nothing to say about it. She was his, to do with as he pleased for at least another year.
"Why are you doing this to me, uncle?" she asked in a shaky voice.
"Debbie, you're behaving as if I've asked you to do something terrible. Let me hasten to assure you, sleeping with me, or fucking with me to be exact, is probably one of the luckiest things that will ever happen to you."
"No," Debbie said, shaking her head. "I don't want to fuck for you. No, no, that's a terrible idea. You're so fat and ugly."
"I'm all these things," he nodded, "but beauty is not always something you see. There are many so-called beautiful men-gigolos-who would sell their mothers for money."
"But you don't even love me."
"True love is something that grows between people who live as man and wife over many years. What you mean is, I'm not smitten with you or infatuated by you. You're quite right. I'm a little past the point of infatuation."
"And I don't feel any love for you at all. In fact, I'm afraid of you."
"A woman should always be in awe of the man mastering her. In any case, you will fuck for me. You will begin tonight. Without your realizing it, I've seen to it you've been taking contraceptive pills with your vitamins for the past two months. So you'll have no worries about becoming pregnant."
"I'll run away if you make me do this."
"Where will you go, Debbie? Will you return to your parents, assuming you can find them? They don't want you. Will you join some hippie commune, where to live among them you'll have to fuck not just one, but all the males in the commune? And in return for this, they'll do you the favor of letting you wash their filthy clothes. Come here," he said, stepping to the window.
Haltingly, Debbie walked over to where he was standing. He pointed out the window to the car in the driveway. There were floodlights on outside, so the car was plainly visible.
"Do you see that?" he asked.
"The car?" she asked.
"It's yours, tomorrow morning. You've taken driving lessons. I've had a personal instructor teach you how to handle any kind of car in existence. That car is an Oldsmobile Toronado. Since you are to be my personal concubine, you will be treated as one. I've had charge cards made for you, and starting tomorrow morning, you're free to get in the car and drive off, or go to town and use the cards to buy whatever pleases you. I have no intention of forcing you to remain here. But remember, Debbie. No matter how gross, old, or ugly I may be, I'm the only one who really cares about you. And as long as you obey me, you may have whatever pleases you. If, next year, you wish to leave me, you may do so with an income for life."
"And if I should leave before the year is up?"
"I wouldn't advise it. You're still a minor without a means of making a living. Even if you should sell the car, you would soon run out of money. You would have nowhere to go."
"Suppose I decided to come back here after finding it out for myself?"
"I would accept you back ... but strictly on my own terms."
"Of course. You're telling me I must stay here now strictly on your own terms. I'm your slave, bought and paid for, to do with as you please."
"I've watched over you now for more than twelve years. Believe me when I say I had my eye on you for more than a year before finally selecting you. An accident was faked to make it appear your parents were killed, creating a feeling of helplessness for you. Then I arrived and assumed your legal guardianship.
"In the twelve years you've lived here, you've made many friends, all girls, but good friends. Each one of them comes from a good family. But each one of them has only one future, and that's to be dominated by the men whom they marry."
"And my future is to be dominated by a man who may or may not marry me," Debbie said, coldly.
"Wrong. Whether or not marriage enters into the picture, it is my intention to make you a wholly independent person. But to become a master, one must know what it is to be a slave. One must appreciate the other person's point of view. So, in the process of making you a sexually proficient young lady, I intend using you much as might use a slave. Thus when you do finally come to a decision, later in life, you will be prepared to face your future without any qualms."
"And what if I choose to have a future without you?"
"As I said, my dear. A year from tonight will be your eighteenth birthday. If, by that time, you feel you wish to permanently leave me, I will set up a trust fund for you, giving you a guaranteed income for life. In any case, as long as you stay here, I am to be obeyed. I am to be obeyed completely, no matter how repulsed you are by me. If you run away before your eighteenth birthday and decide to return, I will accept you back though you will be forced to remain with me permanently, forfeiting all rights to that lifetime income."
"You really don't like me, do you, uncle?" she asked, walking to the door.
"On the contrary. I like you much more than you could hope to imagine."
"All these years, I've lived in this house, under your shadow. And all these years you've terrified me. I've tried to do everything and anything possible to please you, just to see a smile crease your face. The best I got was less of a frown whenever I did something right."
"Have you ever wanted for anything?"
"Yes, I've never felt the love I've so desperately needed."
"Indeed. As you mature, you will realize there are different ways for different people to show love. Now, my dear, I suggest you go to your room and ready yourself for me. I will be up very shortly."
CHAPTER THREE
Alone in her bedroom, Debbie sat on the oversized bed and shuddered. She felt like a helpless little girl being forced into doing horrible things by some fearsome beast who had control over her.
Her uncle was a lecher. He lusted after her, but until that night she'd had no inkling of it. It had been so much better when she'd believed he was caring for her simply because he was her legally-appointed guardian, doing the job because he had to, not because he wanted to. And now, all of a sudden, she realized he wanted her for her body. He wanted to do all the things she had seen men do in those films. And he expected her to reciprocate by performing those unmentionable acts she'd seen women perform.
She recalled the closeups of the man whose face was pressed between the thighs of the anxious woman. She remembered the tongue flicking in and out of the watering pussy, lapping all over, touching the protruding bit of flesh on top; the, piece called the clitoris.
How utterly disgusting for a man to push his face into a woman's vagina that way. But it was no better than the sight of the woman taking that huge, fat, round penis into her mouth, stuffing it to the back of her throat. How disgusting she looked when that man finally came. She could see the white cream falling from the woman's mouth all over the man's pelvis.
How could her uncle expect her to do these terrible things? What kind of evil freak could he be?
She was still sitting there, full-clothes, when the door opened and Maurice Merlon, wearing a large blue dressing gown, filled the doorway with his amorphous bulk.
"You should have been showered and in bed," he said, shutting the door behind him as walked into the room.
"Oh God!" she whimpered, standing up.
He reached for her, grabbing an arm. Debbie violently yanked her arm away from her guardian's grasp and stood away from him, shuddering and staring at him wildeyed, her huge, cannonshell-shaped tits swelling under the top of her dress.
"Please, Uncle Maurice," she said, shuddering. "Don't. I'm not ready for any of this."
"You're as ready as you'll ever be, I've waited too long for this moment to let you cheat me of you," he replied, a heaviness to his voice. Debbie could see the glaze of wantonness in his eyes.
"I'm ... dirty," she said weakly.
"The bath or the shower can easily remedy that," he breathed.
"I ... have my ... period," she gasped.
"Your period ended last week. You forget. I'm fully aware of your womanly cycle. I'd have to be in order to make sure you receive the right contraceptive pills at the proper time."
"Uncle," she begged, "Don't play these kind of games with me."
"I'm not playing games, Debbie. This is the real thing," he told her as she stood facing him, shivering and unable to think. His almost-black eyes seemed to drill into her as he approached her again.
"I've waited twelve years for you, Debbie. Twelve long agonizing years."
"You've had thousands of women in that time," she screeched.
"I've fucked thousands of women. But I've never loved any of them. I've been waiting for you to grow up to this night so I could have a woman to love. I want to love you, Debbie, and I want you to learn to love me."
Before she could argue, he had literally picked her up as he'd once done when she'd been only five years old. He picked her up just as easily now.
"No ... uncle ... no," Debbie was yelling. "Don't do this thing. Put me down!"
He carried her into the luxurious bathroom where she had cared for herself these past twelve years, and set her down on the thickly piled carpeting of blue nylon. Debbie tore herself away from him, moving to the other side of the bathroom.
"How dare you!" she screamed. "You fat, ugly old toad! How dare you think I could ever come to like something like you."
The words didn't seem to affect him at all. He was actually smiling as he reached out, spun her around, and pulled down the zipper to her dress. Then he grabbed the bottom of her dress, and with quick jerks, tugged it up, over her head, and off, always careful not to tear it. Debbie tried hugging the dress to her body before he could pull it away, but he yanked it from her all-but-nerveless fingers, and tossed it to the side.
"I hope not," he said, still smiling, though his face was red with his exertions. "But I might easily lose my temper and slap you if you continue struggling like this."
He was pressing her rump against him with an arm around her waist while using the other hand to undo her bra.
"Uncle," she screamed again, flailing with her arms and legs. "Stop it, stop it, stop it ... " Her long, lustrous, wavy brown hair flailed wildly from side to side.
"You did say something about being dirty." he murmured. "Well the time has come for us to remove the dirt," he grunted, removing a bit more of her clothing as if she were some kind of rag doll.
Debbie suddenly realized he was enjoying her efforts to resist as much as he intended enjoying her body. When she pulled away and tried moving around him to his left, he easily blocked the way. When she twisted to the right he was there with her. And all their movements were reflected in the many bathroom mirrors all over the walls.
"Let me take my own bath," she begged, tears streaming from her eyes.
He had managed to remove her pantyhose, but she still wore her panty, and though he'd loosened her bra straps, she used her arms to press the bra against her body. And she realized, looking at her reflections in the various mirrors, that she appeared every bit as provocative as those women she'd seen in the films. In fact, she was even more arousing. Her body was more youthful, and through her fear, she had to admit she did look infinitely more desirable. Wisps of pubic hair were already showing from around the nylon crotch of her lace panty. No matter how she tried covering herself with her hands there was no way she would have been able to cover her delectable flesh. Her uncle's eyes seemed to be able to see beyond those last vestiges of clothing, and she knew now there was no way past him. All that was left to her was retreat, and so she backed up, moving into the enormous shower stall behind her.
She flattened her body against the far wall, feeling utterly helpless and lost. She stared in terror as her uncle slowly undid his dressing gown and folded it over a nearby towel rack. Then he stood there, arms akimbo, laughing at her fears. He looked like Bacchus, the overweight God of Wine. His arms didn't bulge muscularly, but neither was there heavy fat hanging from them. Though his skin was far from smooth, he was by no means as hairy as she imagined. The hair, on his chest was very light. All his excess weight was carried in his stomach, which, even though it stood out, didn't hang down. His huge cock stood out like part of some ancient mangonel as it peered out from the black pubic jungle directly underneath his belly. And what a cock it was. In the four different films she'd watched, Deborah had seen four different men, each with a different-sized organ, though the difference was not that great. But what she saw now was monstrous. It had to be at least eight inches in length. And its breadth was half again as thick as the thickest of the members she'd seen in those films. This was a pole no human woman could hope to take in any of her orifices. Was he mad? Was he insane? Did he actually expect to poke that monster into any part of her?
She began trembling violently, her hands now flat against the wall behind her as she pressed into it with her arms outspread. She was some kind of female goat being brought to the slaughter. He was making her some kind of sacrificial lamb. He wanted to destroy her. My God, my God! she thought. What will he do to me?
But she was fully aware of what he intended doing. That huge, thick, monstrous spike of flesh protruding from beneath his stomach told her precisely what he intended doing.
He stepped into the stall and stared into her eyes. Then he let his eyes slowly wander down, once again running all over her trembling body.
"You're the loveliest woman of them all," he whispered to her in soft, soothing tones.
Her fear made her pant, and her panting caused her large, shimmering breasts to rise and fall exquisitely. Her nostrils swelled and dilated in terror, and her fingertips seemed dead-white where they crushed themselves against the wall.
She could see her reflection in his eyes, as if seeing herself with his mind. After having seen those movies, she could understand, to some extent, her uncle's attraction to her. What she saw in his eyes didn't look real. She was beautiful, perhaps too beautiful, and the terrified girl in his eyes seemed to be begging to be raped, though in her own mind Debbie was hoping he would disappear.
When his hand reached out and caressed her shoulder, she felt the warmth of his palm, almost as if she could be secure with him. "I don't want to harm you, Debbie," he said softly. "I love you. I always have loved you. Now I'm going to love you as completely as any man could love a woman. Don't be afraid. First I'm going to wash your body, just as I did that first night I brought you home with me. As terrified as you were then, you were totally relaxed when you felt my touch, knowing I was near to protect you. I know you're tired, just as you were tired that night."
Debbie heard his voice continue to speak, intoning words softly, almost in a whisper, doing its best to make her relax. He was speaking to her as he'd spoken to her that night he'd taken her away from her parents' house, after telling her that her parents were no longer around. She would have to live with him. She had clung to him, a terrified little five year old girl. It had been the only night he had been loving, warm, reassuring. Now, once again, he was talking to her the same way.
She felt his hands slide the bra straps off her shoulder, then he slid them off her arms and threw it behind him, out of the stall, onto the carpeted bathroom floor. All the while his eyes remained locked on her face, keeping her eyes staring into his, letting her see herself.
With slow, deliberate movements, her uncle's fingers began gently touching her, moving along the white, meaty bulges of her breasts running gently across her aureole, barely touching her nipples. And Debbie stared at the girl in her uncle's eyes, watching her body tremble with delight at the sensations being caused by his touch. She watched the girl in her uncle's eyes wriggle just a little as hands moved down her slender sides to her waist and pushed the bikini panty down over her hips to the floor of the stall shower. He used his toes to tug the panty from around her ankle, not wanting to break the contact of their eyes. As long as Debbie could watch what was happening in his eyes, she felt as if it was another movie, and not something happening to her. True, she felt tingly and shivery, but her mind had not yet associated the sensations she felt with what she was seeing.
She saw her uncle step back in the stall shower once her panty had been flipped out onto the carpet. His eyes were no longer on her face, but wandering over her entire body. And Debbie was totally hypnotized. She was an unmoving human carving, one leg bent just the littlest bit at the knee from when his foot had removed her panty. She felt his eyes wandering over the flatness of her stomach and the roundness of her hips. Her very slim fragility seemed to make her all the more helpless and dependent on the man who stared lovingly at her at that moment.
His eyes were busy taking in the fullness and rotundity of her solid breasts as they stood up so firm in spite of their size. They looked like gigantic, perfectly-shaped boulders resting against the flat side of a mountain. Her nipples, teased by the cool air, seemed to enlarge a little, looking like pink noses.
The brown curls on her pubis were short, tight, and a perfect carpet for her mons veneris. And her pussy lips were so tightly compressed together, their pinkness was totally hidden. The white of her stomach and loins seemed to accent her private parts, and Debbie, looking once more into the eyes of her guardian, knew he was congratulating himself for having waited this long to enjoy her; as if she were some delectable wine whose aging had been completed, and was now ready for tasting.
Merlon took two steps toward her, and she felt his huge stomach press itself against the satin smoothness of her own body. His hands reached down and caressed her silken hips, pulling her even closer until their lower halves were rubbing one against the other. She could feel the solid stiffness of his throbbing meat against her white stomach, forced straight up between them. She should have been repelled by it all, yet she wasn't. The one movie that did intrigue her had been the first one, and frightened as she was of her uncle, she felt she was almost ready to endure such an experience, if only to discover what it was all about.
As it was, she could feel the pressing prick throb against her stomach in regular beats, almost as if in time to the pumpings of his heart. She was terrified, yet, like a bird staring into the eyes of a snake, she was totally fascinated and unable to pull away.
She felt his bulk starting to press against her, shoving her firmly against the cold tile behind her. And all the while his body warmed the front of her, crushing the pink tips of her huge white breasts as his head leaned down and his lips pressed themselves to hers. His mouth kissed hers gently. It was the first kiss she had ever known. It was light, gentle, almost like a soft breeze against her own lips. She writhed a little as she felt his fingers crawl their way up her body until his palms were gently pressing against the strawberry peaks of her snow-white mountains. She could feel the way her nipples swelled, like flower buds opening, as he pressed them with his palm, making her tingle and shiver, as she writhed all the more, enjoying it.
Debbie suddenly exhaled, realizing she had been holding her breath from sheer fright. Now, as his hands rubbed her nipples, moving in concentric circles, she understood he wasn't doing anything to harm her, yet. As long as there was no pain, she would do whatever she could to please him, as she had always tried pleasing him when she younger. Even so, the pressure of his oversized stomach against her firm, compact body, was far from the most pleasant sensation in the entire world.
A warm, slippery thing was pushing between her lips. It was his tongue. She remembered seeing how the man and woman in the first film had tongue-kissed over and over. She parted her lips, admitting his tongue into her mouth, letting it seek out her own tongue. When she felt the pressure of his slippery oral digit against that of her own, Debbie shivered deliciously. It felt so much better than it had looked when it was on the screen. He searched and licked, plunging his tongue in and out, touching every part of her gums, her teeth, and the crevices between, but touching them in such a way she trembled with building lust.
She could taste his breath. It was sweet with the wine he had enjoyed while they'd been watching the films. His lips were pressing against her delectably sensuous mouth as his tongue began thrusting in and out of her mouth. It made her think of those closeups of the penis plunging in and out of the woman's tight, squeezing vagina. Her uncle's tongue was fucking her mouth much the same way, and much as she didn't want to admit it, she was enjoying it.
His heavy hands were pressing strongly on her breasts now, rotating madly, delighting in the touch of her wondrous nakedness. She knew he had been imagining how her body had developed each time he'd looked at her. She had always thought he'd kept away from her rooms before because he didn't care one way or the other about her. Now she knew, he hadn't wanted to spoil this moment for himself by seeing her before she was totally developed. What his dark, secret eyes had lusted after so silently for so many years, his hands were now enjoying.
Widening chills of wonderful delight crawled slowly across the outside of Debbie's body as Merlon's hands began to wander carefully across her torso. Tiny stabs of lascivious enjoyment were shooting outward from her swollen nipples, spreading out in erotic warmth within her. The heat pulsing through her seemed to keep time with the way his hard cock was throbbing as it still pressed flatly against her belly. Her mind was reeling with the suddenness of this onslaught. She had just enough of her senses left to understand there was really no way she could avoid what her uncle had in mind. And like the proverbial rape victim in the Confucius allegory, since it was inevitable, she might as well lie back and enjoy it as best she could.
That was when Debbie realized her body had been fighting her mind. What she had been mentally fighting, her body wanted. What she thought looked painful or downright disgusting, was that for which her body was pleading. Fighting her uncle had been impossible enough. Fighting her body was something of which she was totally incapable, especially since her body wanted what her uncle wanted. It was two against one, and one of the two was her own inner self. She was in no way equipped to fight as formidable an enemy as herself. And God! The touch of his hands was so exciting, Debbie couldn't help feeling her body respond to the way her uncle's fingers were working.
What kind of an animal am I becoming? Debbie wanted to know. How can I allow the rest of me to become subservient to what my body wants? Why can't I control myself in anyway?
It really didn't seem to make much sense. All her life her uncle had kept her sheltered from such things. She knew about reproduction. She knew it was done through intercourse. But she'd had no idea how intercourse was performed. She had no way of knowing what it was that caused the male body to unleash the seed inside itself, letting it flow into the female.
Her uncle had sheltered her from other males, letting her see them only when she went shopping. but then only under his own watchful eye. When the males had looked at her, she'd had no idea that it was because she was so beautiful. She didn't even know beauty and ugliness played a part in life.
And now, suddenly, here she was, playing the type of wanton woman she'd thought only a woman like Camille could be. She was giving her body freely, not even fighting any longer. What was wrong with her? Her uncle, though fear from ugly, was by no means a handsome prince-charming. He was more than twice her age, he was exceedingly fat.
"My poor, sweet, tired Debbie," he was whispering into her ear, and she felt even hotter as his breath burned through her.
She felt his lips grip her earlobe and pull, and she shivered with anticipation. She liked it. Yes, she liked it. Icy chills shuddered through her as he fucked his tongue into her ear the way had had fucked it into her mouth moments before.
She squirmed a little, moving as if to let him know she wasn't nearly as tired as he believed. She wanted him to think she still had some strength for resistance, though the truth of the matter was there was no way on earth she could resist.
Her eyes had been closed. Now she opened them and saw the curve of his shoulder. Looking down, she saw the masterful way his fingers were manipulating her nipples, kneading the flesh, teasing the sensitivity. The nipple of one tit seemed to stretch itself out to meet his compressing fingers.
And then one of his hands was running down and caressing her buttocks. He was trying to raise her ass just a little, as if trying to fit his log of thick cock between her thighs.
"Let's take that shower," he mumbled into her ear, and Debbie found herself nodding in agreement with him. Yes, yes, anything he wanted; anything.
With one hand still pressing on her lush tit, he touched his lips to hers again and reached out with his other hand, turning on the water. The initial spray hitting them was cold and almost shocked her our of the delightful hypnotic reverie in which he had her. The shower head was behind him and off to her right, and his back took most of the spray, though she could feel the rest of it coming from his shoulders, dropping down onto her.
Little by little the shower turned warm, and Debbie suddenly realized her mouth was responding to the tongue kisses her uncle was giving her. She was kissing back, licking his tongue with hers, licking his lips as well.
"My hair," she murmured, and with one hand reached out and grabbed a showercap on a nearby nozzle. She put it on, tucking her hair underneath, and suddenly she realized she couldn't see. She was still wearing her glasses. Her uncle quickly removed them and flipped them out onto the carpet outside before closing the shower stall door.
And then she felt him soaping her body, working up a rich lather on her back and belly. From there, his hands worked up to her breasts and tweaked her nipples as he washed her, making her wriggle with more heat than ever. Each passing second seemed to arouse her all the more.
Then a soapy hand moved between her thighs. She didn't want to open her loins but her body fought her mind and her limbs automatically parted. A slithery, soapy finger moved into the groove of her sopping cunt. Yes, her cunt was river of desire. And as the digit began sliding back and forth along the groove, she found herself fighting for breath, gasping as the heat in her body built to undreamed of heights. She had no idea a person could feel so totally aroused. These were sensations totally alien to her body, and now that she was feeling them, they were taking complete control of her. She felt her pelvis thrust forward against the finger rubbing its way back and forth against her creaming slot. The finger moved in a slow, teasing rhythm, reaching all the way back to titillate her asshole, as well. Then the finger moved back and moved like an oily pellet around the outer ridges of her twitching labia.
"Oh ... " she sidled. "Oh Uncle Maurice ... uhhh ... don't ... don't do this ... oooh ... to me ... aaaaaahhhhhh ... "
She was the slave of that wicked finger as it continued pushing its way back and forth, jolting new sensations into her body. She shoved her stomach forward all the harder to prevent him from breaking that wonderful contact with his fingers.
All the while his heated lips and tongue were kissing her throat and her face and her lips. He brushed her eyelids, her temples, and her forehead with his mouth, but always returned to her yearning lips. And all the while his finger kept sliding back and forth through the slash between her labial slices.
Then his hand moved out of her groin and slid up as, with both palms he cupped her oversensitive nipples. He crushed and pressed them, only to have the slippery buds pop out of his hands, igniting her senses to higher and greater passions. Heat began building in her nipples to such a high degree, she was certain nothing would extinguish her internal flames.
His hands reached behind her now, gripping both rounded asscheeks. He lifted her higher now, making her stand on her toes, and Debbie felt the hard, hot, rigid skewer of cock slide under her body, between her thighs, popping out from between her glueal cheeks, behind. The solid, blunt head pressed its corona into her asscheeks, making her shudder as she rubbed her body back and forth, feeling the bristles of his pubic hair rub against her own mossy mound.
"Uuunnnhhhuuuhhh," she moaned as he shoved his tool back and forth between her thighs without actually penetrating her pussyhole.
The hard lunge of his belly against hers built the fires in her to greater heights. It was unbelievable to think she would be aroused by a bloated stomach rubbing against hers, yet it was happening. She had no control over herself. Her internal organs felt as if they'd already been consumed.
Her arms were around his neck, holding him close, and all the while, his own hands were cupping her buttocks, pressing her more tightly against him. His mouth was a raging inferno as it blazed against hers, and she could feel her nipples scratching his chest as they reached out to feel the hot flesh of his body.
Breaking the kiss, Debbie pressed her head into her uncle's shoulder, looking down at the way his whalelike belly hid his pumping cock. But each time he pulled back, she had a glimpse of the weighty log clasped tightly between her thighs. And she could feel the pressure of his seething corona scrape her asscheeks, perineum, and pussylips. The solid prong seemed to be enhancing everything as it rammed a warm, plunging, licentious urge through her body again and again. Whatever mild fatigue she'd felt long ago, was rapidly giving way to aggression on her own part. She realized this and wanted to fight it, and so once again begged him to stop, though her voice completely lacked any conviction.
"Oh ... no ... " she muttered, her head straight down and staring at his stomach, his cock, and her thighs. "Oh Uncle, don't ... uuuhhh ... do this ... ooohhhmmmmmm ... uhhh ... "
Her voice was almost a soft whisper, knowing he might just be foolish enough to comply if she said it any louder. She didn't want it to stop. She didn't want it to end in so unfulfilling a manner. And yet she knew she didn't dare admit to liking it. Her body was shuddering madly as the cascading waters bounced off Merlon's shoulders and rinsed some of the soap from her breasts. Her solid loins were tightly squeezing the solid, pulsating prick that slid between them, trying to capture the thick log and once and for all force it into the tightness of her own teeming twat. She didn't care, that it looked too large to fit into her. She had to try, anyway. It felt so gloriously wonderful.
His hands were squeezing her asscheeks, making her vibrate. And the vibrations surged up into her belly, and farther up into her sensitive breasts and swollen nipples. Fiery torment surged through her, and oh God! It felt so fantastic.
Lord! She could feel his hardened staff rubbing even faster as it seemed to swell all the more.
"No," she heard his whispered mutter. "Mustn't finish here."
She realized he had been on the verge of reaching his own pinnacle. How had the girl in the movie described it? Coming! Yes, that was it. Her uncle had almost come. He had almost unleashed that white cream inside him against the shower wall.
It would have been better that way, her mind rationalized. Once he'd come, he might not have been able to do anything more. Maybe if she squeezed her thighs all the tighter and rubbed faster ...
But his hands were pushing her away as he pulled his thick, swollen dong from between her tight thighs. He had no intention of rushing things. He hoped to drag out this marvelous seduction of his niece as long as possible. She knew he was all but suffering from the pressure of her white, soapy body against his.
It seemed to take all of his self-control to keep from shooting his load. He had been practicing with all those other women, waiting for this one time, when he had what was most precious in the world to him. Hers was the cunt his cock had prepared for all these years. He had no intention of spoiling things with a premature ejaculation. She was a lovely vision of delightful reality; a dream finally come true after untold eons of waiting.
A hand slid down her planed belly past her navel and inched through sopping brown curls to the top of the seething slit between her legs. Debbie, completely lost to the touch of him, parted her thighs and let his finger slide in and press against her swollen, aching clitoris. She felt his own thighs open around her, as if to hold her in place, and then he was using his other hand to bring his heavy pole back so he could rub its amethyst head against her electrified man-in-the-boat. She felt the bulbous knob rub against the tightly closed lips of her seething pussy as it scorched her clitoris with its maddening friction. And as his smooth, porous dome pressed itself against her aching clit, she felt her cocklike extension of hard flesh grow even more; as if trying to reach out and find some hole in him in which to bury itself.
"MMmmmmmmnnnnnnnnnhhhhhh ... " Debbie sighed, feeling the very core of her being sensitively touched.
Electricity seemed to work its way through her nerves and she shuddered madly again and again, bucking against his fingers. These were feelings with which she had been totally unfamiliar, but now that she'd discovered them she knew she would be a slave to them the rest of her life.
She squealed as his finger pushed and suddenly seemed to find the portal to her entire inner temple. She screamed in her mind to keep his finger out, but her body disregarded her brain as her thighs widened and accepted him. He had found the way into her secret self. God! Great, wonderful God!
She was tight. His index finger had difficulty moving into her, even covered as it was with the lubricating soap that didn't harm mucous tissue. Thrills overpowered her mind with such totality and finality, she nearly fainted. It was all so much more marvelous than those idiot movies had led her to believe. And along with the finger sliding into her, she could feel the pressure of his hard, fat, heavy cock as it continued riding back and forth.
She felt his mouth come down on her nipple, sucking it vibrantly, and instantly another overpowering thrill shot through her. Wherever his fingers and mouth touched her, she seemed ready to explode. And yet, with all that he was doing to her, she still hadn't experienced any ultimate thrills. She still hadn't felt anything designed to make her yell and scream as those women had done in the films. Even with her entire body enveloped in a wall of simmering flame, she was anxious to feel what it was like to come.
All her fear, all her shame, all her abhorrence seemed to have completely melted away. What remained was an overpowering desire to climax; to come. The man pressing against her no longer had a face or a name. All he had was the ability to make her come. He had already roused her hidden, instinctive senses, bringing them to a summit of pure ecstasy she found too wonderful to be true.
"Debbie ... " she heard him grunt. "My little Debbie ... sweet Debbie ... wonderful ... ahhhhhh ... Debbie ... my lovely, warm, tender ... oooooohhh ... little Debbie ... ahhhhhh ... "
He was crushing his heavy stomach against her flat belly and rounded thighs, letting his hot ramrod slide through the length of her slithery trough as his finger, once inside, now played a mad sexual fantasy against her quivering clit. And the little nubbin was only too anxious to obey.
She, herself, wriggled as she felt his hot breath on her throat and in her ear. She had so much love in her to give, and now, for the first time, he was accepting it.
She shuddered like a willow in the wind, pressing herself more tightly against him. Had he not been holding her up, her knees would have buckled and she would have fallen right there, in the shower.
He pulled his body to the side a little, letting the water rinse all the soap off her. Then, with one finger still pressing the fiery button of her clit, and with his heavy cock sawing back and forth between her thighs, he used his other hand to turn off the water.
Debbie, in a light trance, was almost unaware of anything other than the way his finger and penis were working magic in her hot, seething body. Tiny sighs eased from between her lips now and again.
With the water off, the sound of the shower stopped and all that could be heard was the beating of their hearts, mingling with the echoing of their breathing. Their mouths remained melted together for a long minute. Then she felt his hand sweep off her shower cap as he gently ushered her out of the stall and onto the bathroom carpet.
There was a thick white bath towel on a rack nearby. Merlon grabbed it and used it to dry her yearning, burning body, blotting the water from her perfect flesh. He continued branding kisses wherever he dried her, and Debbie shuddered anew with each bit of pressure from his lips. Dimly, she heard sounds of love and words of reassurance as she clutched him tightly to her.
"Good girl," she heard him whisper faintly, lightly patting the towel between her thighs.
It seemed to take forever, but at last both were completely dry. He dropped the towel on the floor and turned to take the girl in his arms.
"Come, lovely girl," he whispered. "A bed is the proper setting, now."
"No," she murmured, leaning back against the long, wide, avocado bathroom counter. "Here. I want it in here the first time."
Her head fell forward, letting her long brown hair cascade down on either side of her face. Her hands gripped the edge of the counter so tightly, her knuckles were white. Her thighs remained wide apart, revealing the rich pinkness beneath the curly brown hair.
She could hear him almost wheezing as he stared at her. It was gratifying to know the sight of her could affect him the way his hand, mouth, fingers had gotten to her. She stared at the way his solid cock seemed to point up at her.
My God! she thought. He wants to put his mouth down there, too. Is there no end to his depravity?
"Get ready," he whispered. "I'm about to give you a little more."
"Oh no!" she cried, and then felt another wave of agony as he gripped her asscheeks, pressed the backs of her thighs against the counter, and forced in another inch of heavy cock.
Through the pain, Debbie could sense another feeling trying to make its way to the surface. It was another new feeling; something she had never known before. She couldn't quite make it out because the pain was still so overpowering. But whatever it was, it was getting stronger, as if it was part of her uncle's determination to stuff his entire shaft of meat into her. It was as if he intended ramming it up so high she would have the head protrude from her mouth.
She knew her uncle was enjoying her agony. She could see the wild look in his eye. He was thrilled with an expression far more intense than anything she'd seen on the face of the man in the film, yet he was barely inside her. Her tight, grasping cunt was as difficult to penetrate as a squeezing vise.
"Uncle Maurice," she whispered in a croaking voice. "It hurts. If you love me as you say, please don't hurt me anymore."
She had no idea if she actually said the words, though she knew she had thought them. Whether or not she said them never would have mattered anyway. She had even thought them too late. It was too late for anything now. He was going to rupture her membrane, causing her even greater pain. Her uncle was going to thoroughly and totally fuck her. There was no way on earth she could have dislodged him. If her very existence depended on her virginity, she was as good as dead.
The other sensation inside her was stronger, now. It was something as unbelievable as all the other lustful, wanton feelings she had come to know this night. It was greater, more powerful, more wonderful than all the others combined. And it was on an equal par with her pain now. It left her in a quandary, because she knew the further he pressed into her, the greater the pain. But she also knew that with the pain would come the rapture. And since the rapture, which had been so tiny before, was no on a par with the intensity of the pain, it was only a matter of minutes before it would surpass the pain.
Her lustful body was beyond that moment when it could return. She didn't want to admit it to herself, but she was glad she felt that long, hot, hard staff shoving its way into her tight trough. His seething cock felt so flamingly hot and demanding, she knew she would not be content until she felt all of it. Take her useless virginity! Destroy it! Remove it once and for all, and let her feel the full length and breadth of that masterful penis.
All she cared for now was the pressure created by her uncle's hot, hard cock added to her own delirious rapture as she half-sat, half-stood on that bathroom counter, feeling his hands press her asscheeks to force her to keep her balance. The place where the countertop edge dug into her ass was merely an annoyance compared to the pain she had felt previously. Oh God!
She leaned back, away from him, putting all her weight on the edge of the counter as she raised her thighs high and wrapped them around his ass. She could feel his heavy belly pressing against hers, and she no longer hated it. She loved the feel of it pressing down against her.
In the mirror she could see how taut his asscheeks were as he readied himself for another push. There would be more pain. She knew that. But now she wanted it, because the delight building up in her body had already surpassed the hurt, and the more pain she felt, the more pleasure she would feel.
"Uncle," she moaned, tears streaming down her cheeks, "Uncle, fuck me, fuck me good. Fuck me hard."
"So I shall," he promised. "So I shall." And he levered his hips forward again.
Debbie felt blinding pain and searing agony as his cock tore right through her hymeneal barrier. Then, even as she wept openly for the loss of her unwanted hymen, her thighs tightened their hold around him, tugging him forward, feeling him inch every last bit of hot, thick prick into the sticky, sucking, gripping infinity of her seething cunt.
"OH MY GODDDDDD!"
This last was not from Debbie, but came from her uncle's mouth as the last little bit of his oversized cock buried itself all the way inside her. Slowly, very slowly the clasping tightness of her crushing tube opened to the stabbings as he steadily shoved his hot pike into her sucking pouch, feeling it fit around his probe like a tight sleeve. He gripped her ass tightly feeling her inner channel adjust to the way his seething prick nosed into it. He was in, all the way in, locked into her cavern of a million pleasures. It was what he had dreamed of all these years, and Debbie could see the burning lights of lust flame higher than ever now that his dream was coming true.
To her it felt unbelievable. The woman in the picture had not begun to display how she really felt with her expressions, assuming she felt as good as Debbie did at that particular moment.
She felt the inner walls of her slick pussy tightly continue gripping his tingling cock, and the cock felt as if it had an abrasive exterior as it rubbed back and forth inside her.
"Oh God!" Debbie heard herself scream, as his plunging penis began tugging back and thundering forward.
She tightened her body and raised her head, arching her back and stiffening her body. Her uncle's lips came down on hers, and once again they tongue-dueled, each tongue-fucking the other's mouth as his fat, pounding cock continued slamming into her squashing, tight, pussy, crushing his probe until it felt as if it were pencil-thin.
Even with the wonderful thrill of his steaming cock slamming into her tight quim giving her new thrills, there was still pain. Every now and again the pain became a little overpowering. He was immense. She had never been designed to hold anything quite this fat or long. His prick was not only an instrument of delight. It was an instrument of torture, as well. How could she ever hold such a mastodonlike penis inside of her.
"Oh Uncle Maurice," she wept, clinging tightly to him, feeling him continually drive his phallus into her. "It hurts so much, yet it feels so good."
"You're very tight, lovely one," he breathed into her ear, his hands still tightly clutching her asscheeks so she could keep her balance against the edge of the counter. "Don't cry. The pain will soon fade. You'll open up wide enough to hold me at anytime. I know how it must hurt. I've never ... uhhh ... fucked anyone this ... ohhh ... tight ... ahhh ... before."
He was easing his broad prong back now, pulling it almost all the way out, then he was stuffing it all the way back into her, filling up her hot, tight hole with every last millimeter of cock. She continued writhing in his grasp, crying out loudly, squealing with a mixture of agony and pain.
Again and again she felt his blazing phallic wand plunge into the flaming constriction of her formerly-virgin snatch. She could feel the way her blistering cunt seemed to gobble him up despite its tightness.
His mouth was no longer on hers, but sucking on one of her nipples as her arched body pushed itself farther back, giving his tongue access to her tit.
"Owwwooowww," Debbie cried, feeling her poor cunt being tugged and ripped by the heavy poling it was receiving.
The way his expert mouth sucked on her nipple only made her cunt tighten its grip on his fucking cock. He had her impaled, but it was a question at this point of who was dealing out the most punishment to whom. She had literally become an extension of him sitting as she was on his seething cock like lamb on a shish-kabob.
She could hear him almost wheezing as he stared at her. It was gratifying to know the sight of her could affect him the way his hands, mouth, and fingers had gotten to her.
Raising her head a little, she stared at the way his solid cock seemed to point up and at her, as if accusing her of its condition. In the mirrors she could see the way his asscheeks tightened and trembled as his hot cock seemed to jerk and twitch more than ever. She could also feel a light trickle down her left thigh. Looking in one of the mirrors, she saw a droplet of the hot, bubbling lubricant from her tender pussy as it dribbled its way down her inner thigh. And her large tits were bobbling and bouncing as she found she was panting with desire.
"Here it will be," he assured her, grabbing her waist and hoisting her sc she sat on the counter. Even as he gripped her, she lowered her mouth to his, sighing as their lips clashed together and their tongue twisted around one another. She felt his tongue sink deep into her throat, darting and fencing with hers. Then she felt his firm hands wander over her silken back, running down to her buttocks, lightly tracing the tenderness of her hot flesh, seeking out every curve. Once more she felt his hands clasp her asscheeks, jerking her closer to him as he stood against where she was sitting.
He was going to do it here and now. Debbie knew it. He was going to stuff that impossibly fat cock into her tender, coral cunt.
Gasping, she watched him grasp his mighty truncheon, watching as the hot, hard, stiff pole aimed itself directly into the bullseyelike center of her wide-open pussy. She widened her thighs even more, watching, staring at the dripping oily secretions designed to ease the way.
The head of the might prong was less than an inch from her womanly entrance. Her pink center seemed to gape a bit, as if trying, of its own accord to open wide enough to contain the fat baton. It seemed to beckon, urging him forward. As she breathed heavily, she saw her outer labia part just enough to reveal the inner gates of her cunt, just as she'd seen in the closeups of the movies, earlier. Doors and portals following one another. Was that really her?
"UNCLE!!!" she screamed as the felt the throbbing cock suddenly press at her labial opening.
Pain suddenly and instantly descended on her. She wanted to pull back and away, but his arms were around her, gripping her tightly, tugging her forward. She felt her jaw drop as if she's lost all control over it. She wanted to scream, but found his tongue pressed into her mouth as his arms relentlessly and inexorably pulled her forward.
Even with her uncle's mouth pressed to hers, Debbie could see over his shoulder. She could see his ass in the mirror, and below his ass, looking much as that which she'd seen in the movie, was his mighty, surging cock. She could no longer see the purple head which was forcing her cuntlips wide open. But she could feel it. The mammoth organ was digging into her vitals, slowly, very slowly trying to painfully push its way into her. She felt him aching to plunge the full length of it all the way into her, probably burying the fat, solid head all the way up in her belly.
Dear God! she wept. Ill never be able to take it. It'll rip my insides to pieces. Oh God! Please help me. What did I ever do to deserve something this cruel? Don't let him shove that cock into me. An elephant couldn't hold it. How can I? "Debbie ... " she heard him pant into her mouth. "Oh Debbie, I've dreamed of this and only this for so longggggg ... "
He shoved again, and she felt more searing pain as the whole of his glans finally passed through the inner flaps of her tight pussy. She could feel the cock head stretching her inside, tormenting her tender, unopened tunnel. The pressure was overpowering, and thought she would be ripped asunder.
Her large brown eyes were like soft, brown pools of clear water as she wept and pleaded and whimpered.
"Thatta girl, Debbie," she heard him whisper. "Good girl. Open wide for uncle. Open up, honey. It's time to fuck. Easy ... easy ... we're getting it in there little by little."
He had the entire head pushed inside her sucking labia, and Debbie felt her soft flesh actually close around the corona of the pushing pole, welcoming him in, causing more pain. Pulling her face back, Debbie could see the heavy film of sweat covering her uncle's forehead. She also saw his tongue lolling out the side of his mouth as he looked down once at the way he was connecting to her. cock like lamb on a shish-kabob.
Merlon rammed his cock into her with greater strength, feeling her elastic tunnel finally start to stretch ... just a little.
Her thighs began to tighten around his ass as he shoved his stabbing prick far into the deep recesses of her womanly interior, ramming farther and farther until his blunt-nosed cock rammed against the cervical opening leading into her womb. He pulled back and slammed in again, then pulled back part of the way, bulleting his hard staff back and forth with lightning speed. She felt herself being built up to higher and higher passions as her body tensed and stiffened all the more. She thrilled all the more each time he stroked in, and shuddered with delicious ecstasy each time he withdrew.
She felt his lips and tongue, and now his teeth working on her aching nipples, moving his head from one to the toner, rapidly. His mouth tortured her breasts unceasingly, and she shuddered with each new wonderful torment.
Debbie felt the inner confines of her simmering cunt, already impossibly narrow and only first beginning to expand, suddenly start to contract and tighten. Her blazing inner citadel gripped his thick, thrusting cock mercilessly, and timed the convulsive squeezings of her cunt to coincide with the throbbing emanating from his plunging dork. These matched the way his mouth sucked on her tense, swollen nipples.
"Arrrrrraaaggghhhhhhaaarrmnnggghhh," she gasped and groaned, feeling the bloated, heavy sac of his balls slam against her tender perineum, teasing her all the more as her ass tilted up all the more, improving the grip her thighs had on his waist. That it served to draw him all the more tightly against her wanton self, pressing his large stomach into hers, only made her that much hotter.
Debbie knew this was all wrong, but she no longer cared. Her physical senses so totally dominated her that she was finally able to completely shut off her conscience ... for the time being. All that mattered now was the way his thick, plunging, wantonly hot cock of flesh-surrounded steel moved in the causeway of her flaming pussy. For the first time that she could recall she felt totally free. Her uncle loved her. After all these years he was showing her he loved her.
She felt the way he ground it into her, moving in a spiral, as if corkscrewing it into her sucking tunnel, rotating it as far in as it could go. Coils of enervating lascivity filled her membranes, sheathing the full length of his thick saber. Still the meaty wand continued its mad, thrusting. Debbie felt her masterful uncle urge his solid stanchion into her with ever-harder plunges, ramming his tumid prong continuously into her as if it were a butcher's knife artistically carving her inner channel to ribbons. Even so, her flooding pussy begged to feel more of his hard slicing. Her lengthy, tapered thighs clung desperately to him.
"That's the way, my darling Debbie," he gasped, his mouth filled with her tit. "Fuck hard ... mmmppphhh ... fuckkkkkk ... "
The speed of his powering cock was ever greater as his surrounding arms clutched her to him all the tighter. His fingers continued to clench in her asscheeks and Debbie knew nothing in the world would ever be as good as this again. "Uncle ... Maurice," she gasped. "Sweet Uncle ... ahhhhhh ... you feel so gooooood ... mmmmmmaaahhh ... inside me ... ohhhhhh ... hold onto ... uhhh ... meeeeee ... "
Debbie felt the tears flooding from her eyes, pouring out onto her cheeks. But she wasn't crying because of pain or sorrow. These were tears of ecstatic thrills. She was locked in the grip of a wanton desire she had never been able to appreciate before. Every nerve inside her was lit with the fires of sheer animality, blotting out all thoughts, urges, and desires, save the wish to climax.
All pain in her throbbing cunt was completely gone in spite of the tight way her inner walls sucked on his throbbing meat. All she could feel was a thousandfold-rapture, delighting and thrilling her beyond thought.
Now she felt him moving so fast, she saw his ass was a mere blur in the mirror. Even tilted up, with her own ass on the edge of the counter, her thighs wide apart to receive his continued poling, she could see the mirror. And what she saw was a million times more arousing than any of the movies. It was her own ass, and her uncle's balls, and his thighs were moving back and forth, plunging his own thick stick into the volcano of her tight, thirsting pussy. She was lubricating so heavily she felt the oozing liquid slide out on each backstroke and coat the cheeks of her ass. It was this heavy viscosity that allowed his cock to move so swiftly inside her. Her membranes surrounded his plunging pole as if they were leaving her body and attaching themselves to him. Debbie's arms and legs were like squid's tentacles, pulling her uncle so close he could no longer keep his head down and suck on her tits. She felt she might actually be able to tuck his balls into her, as well. God! Wouldn't that be wonderful.
"Yes ... " he gasped. "Yes. That's the way, Now you're fucking me ... uhhhhhh ... too. I can feel your lovely ass ... ohhhhhhwowww ... moving even faster than my ... urrrrrggghhh ... cock."
Debbie knew her uncle couldn't take the pace much longer without coming. She was going to feel what it was like to have that white stuff shoot into her body. How would it feel?
Who gave a damn? Who cared how anything would feel other than the way his solid prong plunging ever onward, stroking its way through her clasping tunnel. She was already foaming at the mouth, anticipating the sensations now building up inside her. Once again, these were new feelings, even greater than the rapture she'd felt when the pain had finally faded, before. Her long nails dug into his back, tearing wide red swaths all over, and her heels kicked his lower back as she humped her thrilled body against his, all the harder. She slammed her sucking pussy so tightly against his groin, it looked like he might pull her off the countertop and keep her balanced against him solely by the might of the stick he had stuffed all the way up inside her.
This was the meaning of life, Debbie realized. It was more than the re-creation of life and the continuance thereof: Fucking was an end unto itself. It didn't need reproduction as an excuse to be performed. No one would ever need an excuse for fucking. It was something meant to be done. It was not a casual thing, to be performed in darkness, on some few occasions because there was nothing else to do. In reality, nothing in the world could compare to it. It was the be-all and the end-all. She was in a state of sheer sensation, exultant and delighted.
"Yessssss ... " she hissed to Maurice Merlon. "Fuck me harder, harder, harder ... "
Her nails could no longer tear lines down his back. They were sunk so deeply into his flesh, they were excavating new wells. Her teeth were biting into his shoulder, and her tongue was lapping the newly-made wounds caused by her teeth.
He felt her back arch even more as she tugged her face from his shoulder and threw her head back, staring wide-eyed at the ceiling, as if in the throes of some epileptic fit. Her winding thighs were no longer around his ass and his back, but-entwined around his own thighs as she madly humped herself forward, plunging her body hotly around the length of his stabbing cock. The way it tore at her insides was the most wonderful, exquisite, delightful thrill of all time.
Her dark hair fell down behind her like a banner waving to announce her exultance at having discovered fucking. She felt her uncle leaning forward, pressing his weight on her. He tried kissing her mouth, but her head was too far back, and so he had to content himself with her breasts, again. A bolt of electric energy blasted through her as his teeth clamped tightly on her left nipple. Then his tongue licked the pink aureole as the solid, blunted head of his insistent cock attempted to insinuate itself into her cervix.
"Oh Jesus God ... " she yelled, an eerie kind of noise emanating from her own throat.
"Can't stand this ... " her uncle gasped. "This goddamn counter's too fucking ... high ... too ... narrow ... "
He took his hands from her buttocks and wrapped his arms around her lower spine. Then he pulled backward, literally tugging her off the counter. Debbie strove to keep her balance by wrapping her calves tightly around his thighs.
She felt him clutch her close to him, her arms wrapped around his neck. He bent forward, and she felt her own head tilting downward. Even so, her thighs clung stubbornly to his legs, and her arms remained wrapped around his neck. His own arms held her back very tightly as he chugged full steam ahead, thrusting into her so madly she thought his entire body would suddenly slide right into her aching cunt.
He was walking, holding her, and he walked into the bedroom. He kept on walking with every forward thrust, actually running until she suddenly felt the cool support of her counterpane as he pressed her shoulders into the bed. He remained bent over her that way, actually standing on his own toes, plunging his weighty lance almost straight down into her seething cunt.
"Can't hold back," he whimpered. "Come, Debbie, come! Oh Christ C-o-o-o-m-m-m-S Ayarrrarrrggghhhhhhuuuggghhh!"
The plea in his voice was accented by the sudden, almost unexpected eruption of fire flooding her cunt as she'd never known anything to feel before. It was lava, liquid fire, and it splashed through her cunt, into the tiny opening of her cervix, inundating her womb with its blazing contents. It should have hurt, and had she been totally rational, it might have. As it was, all it did was set off her own, long-delayed orgasm. The walls of a dam inside her suddenly came crashing down as tons of hot, lascivious, flooding, whirling, sopping, washing, bursting thrills convulsed her entire being in blast after blast of uncontrollable, cataclysmic delight.
Her voice rang throughout the room like the wailings of a thousand banshees, each scream an octave higher than the previous one. Had her uncle not been pressed firmly against her breasts as she now sprawled at the foot of her bed, her boobs would have shuddered back and forth with enough strength to create a minor earthquake.
"Feel it, Debbie, feel it ... " she heard her uncle gurgle to her between clenched teeth.
"Oh yes, yes," she gasped. "Oh yes, it's so wonderful."
Their arms and legs continued clinging to one I another in a tight, horizontal dance as orgasm after orgasm burst through her body, one after another. The feel of the first one would have been more than enough for Debbie. To suddenly realize she was having a series of them almost made her black out.
Her uncle's weight was as nothing as he pressed his belly into hers, his arms and legs now stiffening as he completed his climax. She could have supported the weight of the world at that particular moment.
Like all wonderful things, this marvelous series of feelings finally came to an end. Debbie clung tightly to her uncle's ponderous body as he rolled off her and lay beside her. And then sleep completely overpowered her totally exhausted body.
CHAPTER FOUR
When she awoke the following morning, Debbie found herself tightly wrapped in her bedcovers. She was totally naked, and she was completely alone.
For awhile she merely lay there, reliving the best parts of the previous night. Her body shivered with delicious remembrances. And then, after awhile, shame began crawling into her.
How dare she enjoy something as vile and as heinous as that which her uncle had done. Not that she thought of her virginity as any great treasure. The tutors her uncle had brought had been careful to teach her there was no great advantage to virginity. In fact, aside from lightly mentioning the fact that it really was a hindrance, they hadn't gone into the subject at any great length. Until the previous evening, she had been totally ignorant about sex. Not even her girl friends had been willing to discuss it with her.
But she had read the Bible. She knew that what had occurred between her uncle and herself could be classified as a form of incest. And incest was wrong. He had taught her to enjoy something totally evil.
He had professed there might be a possibility of marriage. How could there be? Would the state allow such a marriage to take place? More than likely he was lying to her to assuage his own conscience for what he eventually did to her.
Tears of shame began to drip down her cheeks. The fearsome gargoyle who had ruled her life for the last twelve years had finally announced that she was his slave. She was his to do with as he pleased. And though he'd left the way open for her to run away, she knew full well she never would. She hadn't the courage.
Her entire life had been a sheltered life of utter dependence. Even when she'd lived with her real family she had been dependent on her parents, and her brothers and sisters. She still had vague recollections of the distant past, when there had never been enough food, and the only clothing she wore was that which her sisters had outgrown.
Her uncle had been right about the misery her family had endured. He'd claimed that her parents had been good at reproducing, but now that looked back on that dim recollection she couldn't quite decide just how they'd managed it. There had been nothing but constant fights and arguments.
Now that she thought about it, remembering misty thoughts, the one bright spot in the lives of her family had always been the arrival of the tall, dark, portly man with the presents for everyone. He even used to bring candy for her.
And then one morning she awoke to find herself in the man's car. He was smiling at her, telling her she would have to live with him because her family was no longer around. He kept faked newspaper photos, and when she became older, she understood her entire family had supposedly been involved in some kind of fire. But she had never been satisfied with the answers her uncle had given her. She had been afraid to question him too much. He had always presented such a towering image of terror-at least since she'd come to live with him.
More than once she thought back to the way he used to smile at her and fondle her tiny body when she'd still been living with her family. And suddenly, from the day after she'd first come to live with him, he'd turned almost frigid. The smiles were gone. His visage had become stern.
There were many servants in his large house. They were all warm to her, making her feel important and good. She'd had food, clothing, and all the physical comfort anyone could want. But she'd never had love. She hadn't had it with her family, and it was still missing when she came to live with her uncle.
Last night, when he had shamefully deflowered her, he had professed to love her, but she wondered. It had to be lust, not love. Men who loved women didn't do to them what her uncle had done to her.
She had read many of the books in his library, and her favorite had always been Camille, about the lady who let her body be used by men she didn't love because there was no other way for her to survive. And she was in the same position as Marguerite Gautier now. Like the lady of the camellias she was a mistress, to be used until the user tired of her. Like Camille, she had whatever creature-comforts she needed, only things were modernized. She had a new car, and on the dressing table she saw the batch of charge cards allowing her to purchase whatever pleased her.
Debbie had always been a romanticist. Now she realized she would have to become a realist. Like Camille, she would have to prepare for the future, when no one wanted her. She was young, beautiful, and desirable, now. But it wouldn't last forever. Since her uncle had given her charge cards rather than cash that could be saved against future hard times, she would have to purchase items she could convert to cash at a later time; jewelry, of course.
Going to the bathroom, she saw the place was neat and clean. There was no sign of the ravishment that had taken place the previous night. Her glasses were sitting on the counter where her virginity had been brutally torn from her body. There were new, clean towels hanging on the racks, including a red bath towel, as if to let her know her virginal white towel had been stained forever.
She refused to step into the shower, but rather took a bath. And it was in the tub that she saw the dried bloodstains wash away from her inner thighs. It was also in the warmth of the bath water that she felt the ache between her thighs, reminding her of what had happened. How could her uncle love her, having done this to her?
She soaked in the hot water for more than a half hour, and the pain slowly, very slowly, eased out of her body. When she rose from the tub she found she was able to walk normally. The little ache still remaining would slowly go away, though the rent in her soul felt as if it might never heal.
She dressed in a white blouse and plaid skirt. Then she spent nearly fifteen minutes brushing her long, lustrous brown hair. She noticed there were no circles under her eyes. She had slept only too well after having been made to enjoy the rape. In that respect she had to admit her uncle was a very talented man.
Going down to the breakfast room, she feared she might run into her uncle, but realized it was much too late in the day for him to be home. He had many financial interests to look after, and couldn't be expected to wait for her to waken from the heavy slumber his lasciviousness had brought about.
It was nearly ten thirty when she finished breakfast. Then she went to the hall closet where she kept her simple blue cloth coat. But the coat was gone, and in its place was a full-length ranch mink. At least her uncle was generous in his appreciation of her body. He didn't consider her to be some cheap tart, to be had for fifty or even a hundred dollars. She knew her uncle had attempted to hide the sordid part of life from her, keeping the idea of cheap whores as much out of her mind as he could. But she read the newspapers. She knew about prostitutes. True, she hadn't known exactly what it was men did with the bawds they picked up. She hadn't even been able to imagine what it was they did, until last night.
Now her eyes had been violently opened, and opened wide. She felt as if she knew everything. She was woman of the world. She had something in common with all those cheap whores. The only difference between them was price. She was an expensive whore.
Putting on the coat, she went outside to where the Toronado sat in the large, horseshoe-shaped driveway. Getting into the car, she started it up and drove directly to the nearby town.
As she parked the car, she realized she was on her own for the very first time in her life. There were no tutors, no chauffeur-bodyguards, not even a female "companion." She walked along the sidewalks, looking into store windows, wondering what she should buy. She didn't wonder too long. She came to the large jewelry store and stared at the various precious stones mounted in gold and platinum. And she saw the digital watch, enchanted by the changing liquid-crystal numerals. It was an expensive watch and nothing like the cheaper ones she'd seen advertised in the papers. It had a lavish jeweled setting.
Going into the store, she approached the short man behind the counter and inquired about the watch. He assured her it cost nearly five hundred dollars. She told him she wanted it.
Ten minutes later she was walking out of the store with the watch on her wrist. And that was when she bumped into him. He was as tall as her uncle, but much, much slimmer. His hair was black, but slick and he couldn't have been more than twenty five years old, if that old. He wore a dark overcoat, and though it wasn't an expensive one, it was well-tailored.
"I beg your pardon," he murmured. "I should watch where I'm going."
"Oh no," she said, smiling at his handsome face. "It was my fault. I was so caught up in looking at my new watch ... "
She extended her wrist and he removed a glove in order to hold it.
"It's quite beautiful," he acknowledged.
Debbie didn't know what else to say. She stared at him, and he looked right back at her. Then he said, "I think we should at least know one another's names. I'm Larry Haroldson."
"I'm Debbie," she answered.
"Debbie what?"
"Debbie Martin."
"Well Debbie Martin, suppose I take you to lunch?"
Lunch? She had just eaten. Besides, it wasn't anywhere near noon.
"I 'm really not very hungry," she told him.
"Neither am I," he smiled. "It's just that you're too beautiful to let get away too quickly. Can I buy you a cup of coffee?"
"Sure," she nodded. "I'd like that."
And she did. She liked being called beautiful. She liked Larry Haroldson. She liked the way he smiled and made her feel warm all over. His smile even drove away the pain between her thighs, replacing it with a feeling she had first come to know last night.
He took her to a nearby restaurant and talked, but she didn't listen too much. She felt that tingle in her groin begin to enlarge, and all she could think about was, what would it be like to feel this man's penis between her cuntlips.
What a terrible thing to think!, she thought, mentally chastising herself. Was fucking the only thing in her mind? Couldn't she be interested in a man for his companionship? After all, were men so basically different from women in the need for company?
"I'm a C.P.A.," he was telling her. "I have nearby, but I had to go see a client. I was just on my way back when I bumped into you."
"I'm glad," she said, smiling. "Can I see your offices?"
"I'd be more than happy to show them to you," he nodded. "But on one condition. You have to let me take you to supper tonight."
"I ... I don't think ... not tonight."
"Look, this is Thursday. Would it be presumptuous of me to ask for a date for Saturday night? No, no, don't answer that. A woman as beautiful as you has to have a date for this Saturday night. How about next Saturday night?
How many Saturday nights had Debbie spent alone in that big house? More than she ever cared to remember. Yes, she wanted to go out, to see what other people did on Saturday night.
"I'd be more than happy to go out with you then," she nodded.
"Good. What time shall I pick you up?"
"Eight, I think. Eight would be fine."
"Okay, what's your address?"
"Look, suppose I meet you on the corner right outside this restaurant."
"A woman of mystery? Terrific. That being the case, after I show you my offices, I'm going to spend the rest of the day with you, trying to learn as much as I can about you."
Debbie felt her heart leap. This good-looking man really liked her. How wonderful. How marvelous it was to be free and see and do things herself. Why had her uncle tried to protect her from the world? The world was accepting her.
Perhaps he wasn't interested in protecting her so much as he was in hiding her from the rest of the world. Perhaps he was afraid that once she got a taste of the world she might not really want to go back to him after all. It was possible he knew she might meet the right man, and that man might sweep her off her feet, and she wouldn't need her uncle any longer. Yes, now that she thought about it, it made a lot of sense.
Larry Haroldson was the very first man she'd met since driving out into the world by herself. Yet he interested her. And if the first man was the right man, a woman didn't need to look for other men. And Debbie classified herself as a woman, and no longer a mere girl, even if she was only freshly turned seventeen.
She went with him and saw his drab offices. They weren't overly impressive, still, the man earned his living from them. Who was she to sneer at the way any man honestly earned a living?
He took her to lunch at one o'clock, and then took her on a long drive out into the surrounding country. He talked a mile a minute, and she found it difficult to concentrate on everything he was saying. Even so, she enjoyed listening to him. And she saw the way he looked at her, which made her cunt dribble all the more. She couldn't help herself. After the way her uncle had awakened her senses, she found herself more and more alert. Her cunt tingled, and her mind dwelled on what it might be like to be fucked by such a man.
She was too much of a lady to let him know what went on in her mind. And she was convinced he was too much of a gentleman to even think about such a thing with her.
Fucking, she decided, could be a beautiful thing when done with the right man. When done with someone as gross and disgusting as her uncle, it became an animalistic rutting.
There had to be other ways her uncle could have introduced her to sex. He could have hired one of those gigolos with a slim body and a somewhat shorter, thinner penis to deflower her. She was certain a gigolo could have done the job causing her much less pain, shame, and embarrassment. But no, the fat bullfrog had to go and do it himself. Not that he smelled bad or used his weight to crush her. But that such an immense bulk had pressed itself against her slender, firm young body was almost too much for her mind to accept. The more she thought about it, the more she hated her uncle. He had used love as an excuse. The truth of the matter was he had felt lust. It was the same kind of lust that had driven him to use all those other women she'd seen going into his bedroom all those years. Now he didn't have to go out looking for women. He had a ready mistress. He had her.
It was five-thirty when Larry Haroldson parked his Pontiac in front of the restaurant where they'd first gone to have coffee. He had wanted to take her home, but she had a car of her own, and she'd insisted that he take her back to the restaurant.
"I had a nice day," he told her. "I really enjoyed being with you."
"And I enjoyed your company very much," she replied.
Before she had quite realized what was happening, he was leaning over and kissing her lips with a certain amount of heavy pressure. As she understood what was happening, she discovered she was kissing him back, letting her tongue lightly tickle his lips, as if promising him things she certainly had no intention of offering at this point.
When she got out of the car, she stood waiting at the curb until he drove off. Then she went to her own car and sadly drove home.
CHAPTER FIVE
Supper, as usual, was with her uncle. Only his entire attitude toward her had changed. No longer was he the smug, superior power who had terrified her all these years. He was a man. He still looked distinguished. She couldn't take that away from him, but he was no longer godlike.
He treated her lovingly, speaking tenderly to her instead of with the indifference he had used all the other times. And the dinner was, as usual, superb.
"Do you still hate me?" he asked, ushering her into his den again, after the meal.
"Would it matter?" she asked.
"Very much," he acknowledged, taking a cigar from the humidor on the table near the divan. "I know you don't love me at the moment. You think what I did last night was cruel and unthinking. Let me assure you, Debbie, what I did had a lot of thought behind it. Now you no longer fear me as if I were some incomprehensible creature whom you were unable to reach. Perhaps you're afraid of what I might do to you, but you don't fear me as some kind of deity. You're no longer in awe of me. You've come to realize I'm only human, after all."
"You hurt me, terribly," she told him.
"The pain disappeared, as I promised it would. No, Debbie, you're angry with me because I didn't merely initiate you into the rites of womanhood, but I taught you to like them."
He was crazy! How could he think for one instant that she really enjoyed having anything to do with him.
"You keep thinking I had ulterior motives," he went on. "Your mind refuses to accept that what I told you last night was true. But your body accepts it."
"That's a lie," she blurted out.
"Hardly. And tonight I'll prove it to you."
"Oh God! D'you mean you intend doing the same thing tonight?"
"Hardly the same thing. I certainly can't deflower you."
"Are you going to fuck me again?"
"Whatever I do, Debbie, you will not only come to accept, but thoroughly enjoy, as you did last night. When I finally put you to bed, you clung tightly to me, kissing me, not wanting to let me go. I wasn't able to leave your room for nearly four hours. You really held me tightly."
"Uncle Maurice, please don't do these things to me. If you continue this way, you'll drive me out of the house."
"In the long run, what I do will bind you closer to me."
"Are you looking for an excuse to deprive me of that lifetime income?"
"Debbie," he said, lighting the cigar, "I don't need any excuses. The income I'm offering is a gift. I don't have to give it to you. I'm giving it to you because your presence here has been a source of joy to me."
"You certainly didn't show any kind of affection until last night."
"Don't you see, I didn't dare before last night. I've loved you so much, and for so long, I knew if I showed my affection for you, I'd probably fuck you long before your body was ready. All that would do would be to build a much greater barrier in your mind against me. Can't you picture the traumatic shock you'd have undergone had I tried pushing this phallus of mine into you before your body was full-grown and ready to accept it?"
"Last night was still a shock," she told him, turning pale.
"Last night I told you a little lie. I told you I was too old to be infatuated with you. I said I was too mature to be in love with you in the conventional sense that you know love. The truth is, I love you very, very much."
"And that's why you showed me those movies? In the hope I would feel love for you?"
"The movies were merely for your 'education.' I wanted you to understand all the different ways of making love. Love is something that must be complete. Emotionally, yours will develop. But physically, you have to be taught, and taught again."
"And when does my next 'lesson' take place?"
"In three hours. I want you to fully digest your food."
"Will you come to my room again?"
"No. This time, after you've bathed, you will come to my room."
"And if I don't?"
"You will, Debbie. You see, you may think I'm revolting, but sub-consciously you loved every little thing that happened to you. And now that I'm telling you there's more, your sub-conscious will insist on enjoying it. And I promise, it's something you definitely will enjoy."
"I still think it's all so ... disgusting."
"You hated the taste of bleu cheese, until you acquired a liking for it. Sex and the enjoyment thereof comes naturally to men. Women have to acquire a taste for it. But once they do, they enjoy it far more avidly than men. That happens to be the truth."
Debbie sat in the den for more than two hours, looking at, but not seeing, a multitude of television programs. Her uncle left her once his cigar was finished.
Her mind was in a turmoil. Uncle Maurice couldn't be right. He had to be lying. She wanted nothing to do with his fat, middle-aged body. She wanted to be possessed by a young, handsome, virile man; a man like Larry Haroldson.
The news came on at eleven o'clock, snapping her out of her reverie. She went upstairs, took a long, warm bath, then dressed in a shortie pajama.
She wanted to stay away from her uncle's rooms, but did she dare? Wouldn't he come looking for her and possibly harm her if she disobeyed?
Finally, as if her own will had left her, she rose and left her room. She walked down the long hallway to her uncle's rooms. The door was open and she walked in. There was a fire blazing in the fireplace across the room from his bed. It threw an eerie orange-yellow glow all over the place, making the shadows look blue.
Maurice Merlon was there, looking as gross as ever in his satin dressing gown. As Debbie entered the room, he shut the door, saying, "I knew you'd come. You had to."
"No!" she suddenly screamed; feeling him grab her wrist. "I don't want this. Stop it."
Though she tried to yank herself away, he had a tight grip on her. She twisted and wriggled, even trying to kick him, and then he was drawing her toward him. One hand gripped the back of her head, bringing her face close to his, and though she attempted to pull her head to the side, she couldn't move as his lips pressed down on hers. She felt the feeling of his tongue as it plunged into her mouth, and was even more readily surprised when her own tongue automatically responded.
Suddenly snapping out of it, she bit his tongue; not hard, but enough to make him withdraw it. And then she felt herself being flung across the room, landing on the gigantic bed.
"You do have a bit of the hellcat in you," he laughed.
"Stay away," she gasped. "Don't touch me."
"Only to make you feel good," he reassured, coming close, kissing her mouth once more.
The hunger in his kiss set off sparks inside her. It felt so reassuring and secure ... and then she remembered the hell his previous kiss had led to and she pulled her face away, stuttering, "Don't ... d ... d ... don't. Keep away from me."
"You really insist on being forced, don't you?" he said, looking down into her wide-open eyes. "But first, we have to make sure your glasses don't get crushed."
He reached out, removed her spectacles, and put them on a nearby night table. When he came near her, she held an arm out. He grabbed it and twisted it behind her back. With his other hand he grabbed her other wrist, pressed it behind her, then used one hand to clamp tightly onto both wrists. "Since you insist on being raped again, I'll have to do it."
Debbie felt his other hand twist its fingers in her hair and actually jam her face against his as his lips bruised hers, all but jamming them against her teeth.
Her uncle's body generated fantastic heat, and she could feel it through her pajama and his dressing gown. He was gripping her fiercely, clutching her tightly to him, squashing her swollen breasts against his body. She felt his thick, long cylinder of prick ramming itself into her navel, pressing through his dressing gown and her pajama top and bottom, as if it were a thick peg trying to poke through a barrier into a thin hole. Her entire body was crushed against his from mouth to groin, barely able to struggle in any way. She could feel the increase in his breathing as her tits pressed all the harder into his chest. Somehow, in some way, it was starting again. No! No! No! It mustn't happen. She couldn't let him set her on fire all over again. It had gotten to the point where she had no longer cared that he was her fat, old guardian. She wanted love from a young, handsome, virile man, and not a gross lecher.
But he held her writhing body tightly, his tongue once more moving through her mouth as his hand still gripped her head. His other hand still gripped her wrists behind her back, and she could tell he was enjoying every squirm of hers. It was as if her movements only aroused him all the more; as if he wanted her to struggle a little to enhance the feelings.
She unconsciously wanted to be raped. It was as if the rape took the guilt from her, thereby allowing her to truly enjoy herself.
Even so, she tried screaming, only her squeals were caught in her uncle's throat. His stabbing, slurping tongue was absorbing all her sounds. Once again he was fucking her mouth with his tongue, much the way he'd done it the previous night. His thick oral digit plunged so far in, it seemed to cut off her breath. His hand, clutching her head, was putting so much pressure on her skull her brain actually hurt her.
He's going to do it again, she wept to herself. He's going to fuck me again.
A combination of fear, expectancy, and tension mixed with anticipation and hysteria. She tried to blank her mind out; to think of being in her own room, in her own bed, untouched and with no sense of-arousal.
The pressure of his monolithic cock pressing against her tummy created all kinds of erotic sensations in her body. She could feel him grinding his organ against her, almost as if the white-hot pole had burned its way through his robe and her pajamas to bum her stomach, branding it with a burn shaped like a phallic head.
Just as she'd cried the previous night, so did she begin crying now. Only this time her crying was very audible as the tears flooded from her eyes and she sobbed almost convulsively. Even as his lips continued pressing into hers and his tongue repeatedly licked at hers, she kept silently muttering, "Mustn't give in, mustn't give in ... must ... not ... give ... in ... "
She knew he could taste her tears. But he could also feel the way her flowing body was slowly beginning to relax, as well. It was only the slightest easing of tension inside her, but she knew he could sense it. His caresses and kisses were reaching into her. If only he had let her know of his love before this. If only he could have shown he'd loved her all this time as a person, and not as some exquisitely molded exterior with a hot, flaming hollow designed to contain his prong.
She could feel his lips burning hers and knew in his mind's eye he was already picturing her denuded torso. There was no longer any doubt in her mind that he was totally captivated by her heavy breasts and wide hips. Her tits were, in fact, ripe delicacies he had stuffed himself with the previous night; and now he was yearning for more.
She knew the light pigment of her skin had him fascinated. She was far from an albine, yet her pigment was very faint. His hand wandered over her flesh as if he'd not been able to touch it for ages. She felt his fingers tingling their way across every curve, bump, and depression making up her perfect contours. She could feel the way his beefy prick was twitching under his robe, anxious to come out and do what it was meant to do.
Their lips suddenly parted, and each stared into the other's eyes. Debbie could see the wildness burning in her uncle's brain. His lust for her was overpowering every other thinking, feeling part of him. He released her wrists and stood up, and she could feel a tingling in her nipples as blood began flowing freely through them again. She could feel the light touch of her pajama top as it moved across her swollen nipples with every breath she took.
"Undress!" he ordered, though his voice was soft.
He was already removing his dressing gown, but Debbie couldn't move for the moment. Her wrists felt numb. She waited, feeling needles of sensation move through her arms again as her circulation began moving through her wrists. But even if she could have moved, she wouldn't have done so. Her mind was still fighting her body.
"Come on," Maurice Merlon said to his niece. "Strip!" He was totally naked now.
This was the first opportunity she'd really had to study his body. All his weight was carried in front, in his paunch. His buttocks were flat, and even if they were slightly large, they were small in comparison to his belly. His thighs were solid, with no hanging or loose flesh, just like his arms. He wasn't the least bit muscular, but in spite of his belly, he wasn't flabby, either.
"Please ... " she wept. "I can't go through this ... again."
"Again and again and again and again," he told her, and he tore her pajama top from her trembling body. And all Debbie could do was sit on the bed and sob.
When he stood back to admire her breasts, she crossed her arms in front of them, still weeping, unable to stop herself. She knew he would use her and use her and use her, and when it was all over, there would be no scars on his soul; only on hers. She was beginning to understand her uncle only too clearly. God! If only she had the courage to run away from this ravisher.
He took her wrists and puller her crossed arms apart, giving himself a better view of her voluptuous tits. Debbie's large brown eyes stared up at the face of her lusting uncle with tears still dripping down her cheeks.
Her continued crying seemed to exasperate him. He tore his gaze from her face, and she saw him stare at her honey dewed boobs, heaving up and down each time she sobbed. Her pink nipples were almost red, and they were completely swollen.
Kneeling, he grabbed the elastic waistband and tugged the panty of her pajamas. It came sliding over her hips to pool around her ankles. He slipped them off and let them lay there on the floor.
He stood and stared down at her perfect, white torso. It looked even more sensuous and luscious than when he'd possessed it the previous night. The dark hairs in her groin seemed straighter and less curled than they'd looked the previous night.
Debbie sat on the bed, tears still flooding her eyes, but through the haze of those tears she saw her uncle smiling at her, attempting to appear warm and tender. But whom did he think he was fooling with that idiotic smile? That long, thick cock of his stood out like something attached to a rhinoceros. He was nothing more than a raping, fucking, screwing machine. He didn't care where he shoved that monstrous pole, as long as it was somewhere inside her. He was totally oblivious to her own feelings, caring only about his own carnal desires. He was a huge, bare monster with a swollen belly who looked like he might have been impregnated by one of the very women he'd fucked.
"No," she screamed, and bending down, she picked up her pajama garments, and clutching them to her breasts, stood and tried heading for the door. Damn him! Who the hell did he think he was that he could tell her she had to fuck for him whenever it pleased him? She'd be double-damned if she took any more instructions from him, no matter what the consequences.
But his hands reached out and tore the shortie pajama even more, ripping the cloth from her anxious clutch.
"Now let's stop this nonsense," he insisted, his patience wearing thin.
"No! No! No! No!" she screamed, and tried hooking her long fingernails in his eyes. As it was she managed to scratch his cheeks.
Righteous wrath and indignation roared through her like some sort of cleansing fire.
"I'm not some little girl you can frighten anymore," she yelled. "I'm not your slave even if you think you bought me, because you're a sick ... disgusting ... rotten old man ... keep away ... keep your hands off ... " this last as his hands touched her, setting her off into hysterics. They struggled madly, she clawing for his eyes, trying to bite his fingers when his hand came anywhere near her face.
Finally her uncle ducked under a roundhouse swing of hers, and as he came up, he pressed his shoulder into her belly and lifted. She flailed and kicked and yelled as he threw her on the wide bed. She felt the back of her head slam against the mattress as her long brown hair fell into her eyes, momentarily blinding her. She felt like a nerveless rag doll.
She tried kicking him, but her foot was brushed aside, and she felt the flat of his hand land on her ass, stinging it. She automatically tried rolling her body into a ball, thinking he would rain blows on her. Dear God! How utterly terrible to be naked and defenseless and at the mercy of someone she hated. She was crying more heavily than ever, feeling heavy surges of self-pity shoot through her.
And suddenly his tremendous weight was pressing against her. She could hear his heavy breathing as he said, "I had intended this to be another straight fucking session. I thought you'd have learned a little from last night. Apparently you don't realize just who is the master here. I love you, Debbie. But by God! You have to learn just who is boss."
He was climbing over her, unrolling her body, flattening it on the bed, using his knees to press her arms down while his heavy buttocks rubbed against her nipples. His weighty belly hung over her face, but worse, so did his stiff cock. It was jutting out and dangling right over her tightly-pressed-together lips. She felt it slap her nose as it wavered back and forth.
"Subservience is the key, Debbie," he told her. "You have to learn that I own you. That you belong to me, to do with as I please. You are here to make me happy, and no matter how much I love you, I insist you do all in your power to please me. Since we can't do things nicely, we'll do them roughly. Since I can't get you to fuck pleasantly, you'll have to suck. You will suck my cock, you will lap my balls, just as you saw the girl in the movie do it. You will continue sucking my cock until my spunk comes shooting out of my penis and drenches your throat. And if you feel you're choking and strangling while you're drinking my sperm, you'll continue drinking it. Do you understand? Now open your mouth so I can shove this thing into it."
"Mmmmmppphhh ... no," she muttered from between clenched teeth. "Oh God ... Uncle ... no ... no ... no ... oh God ... no ... " she muttered in anguish, totally horrified by what he her uncle was telling her. She stared at the fleshy baton above her mouth, knowing there was no way she could do what he wanted. It was far too disgusting and filthy. Only a sick mind could want such a thing to happen.
Her face was flushed and stained with her own tears, and her long brown hair was tangled all about her. She must look horrible. How could her uncle stand to take her this way?
She felt the blunted knob of his heavy prick touch her chin and shuddered when she felt the sticky drops of oil seeping from the hole, touch her. And then one of his hands had a tight grip on her hair, tugging her face upward, making it easier for him to try shoving his meat into her mouth. His other hand pushed two pillows behind her head so her head wouldn't fall back down.
"Come on, Debbie," she heard his soft voice urge. "Come on, honey. Open that lovely mouth of yours."
In spite of his attempts at soothing tones, she knew he was really enjoying being the master. She could see him pulling his belly back so he could look down and gloat. The bastard!
Her eyes were entranced by the waving baton. She stared at the huge magenta knob with its spongy texture; something she hadn't noticed when looking at all those closeups of penises in the various films the previous evening. And the mottled head seemed to breathe all by itself, enlarging for an instant, then losing some of its bloatedness. She saw the way the dome seemed to wrap itself around the penis with the two folds meeting on the underside, looking much like they'd been tied together by a tiny, unobtrusive knot of flesh. The rim of the flanged head, the corona, gave the glans the appearance of a helmet. The skin of the shank was thin, the thick blue veins standing out in bright contrast to the redness of the flesh. And below, she could see the bush of thick, black curly hair from which the his boom of monstrous cock extended. Below her chin, resting against her neck, where she couldn't see it, was his scrotum, filled with his weighted testicles.
She stared hypnotically at the gigantic pole, feeling as fascinated as she did repelled. The mighty phallus was rubbing its tip against her closed lips, and her eyes were actually crossed because of the way they concentratedly stared at it.
As large as the cock had appeared before, it now looked so much bigger. It continued pulsating, releasing colorless drops of sticky liquid as if it pressed against her sealed mouth.
"Come on," her uncle urged, twisting her hair a little, "Open wide like a good girl."
"Mmmmmmppphhhhhh ... " was all she said, shaking her head.
"Open!" he insisted, and twisted hard.
Unable to take the sharp pain, Debbie's mouth opened for her to cry out ... but she never got the chance to make a sound.
Her breasts heaved with heavy sobs under the pressure of his ass. All the wind had been squeezed out of her. He yanked on her hair again, pulling her head more upright, and her mouth opened wider to protest. Yet he didn't ram it in. He had the opportunity but held back, Was it possible he was relenting?
"Just stuffing it down your throat would serve no purpose," she heard him say. "In fact, it might do more harm than good. You see, Debbie, sucking, like fucking, is an acquired enjoyment. And I want you to learn to enjoy sucking. Now slide your arms out from under my knees, then use your hands to grip the cock."
How utterly perverted! He wanted her to touch that throbbing solidity with her hands before putting her mouth on it. Was there no end to his madness?
Her arms slid out from under his knees, one at a time, and she knew she would do as he said. She couldn't help herself. Her long fingers wound themselves tightly around the thick, hard meat, and she could feel all the pulsations inside. She squeezed it tightly, communicating her fear to her uncle, but all he did was ease his hold on her hair while keeping her head propped up.
"Keep your lips formed into a ring," he instructed, "and watch the teeth. Whatever you do, don't bite. Now, still holding my cock at its base with your hands, slowly slide the head between your lips, pressing, on the bottom with your tongue."
She felt his body shudder as her lips ovalled and slowly moved forward, finally surrounding the mushroom-shaped bit of purple flesh. She could feel it touch her tongue, and his entire body began to tremble madly.
"Oh God!!!" he all foot roared.
She knew he was pressing his stomach back again, looking down, watching the way her lips were slowly sliding over the lavender bulb, forming a hood over it. The heat and slackness of her caressing lips and tongue as they finally applied pressure to his cock sent stalactites of energy coursing through him.
Debbie knew the heavy cock would be rock-solid. What she hadn't expected was the smooth, satin texture of the outer skin, as soft as velvet. She gulped and pressed her lips more tightly around his probe, and the pressure of her lips around his corona drew a long, loud sob from him.
I mustn't like this, she said to herself. I must not like this. This is sick and disgusting, and I'm doing it because I am being forced to do it, not because I like it. I must not accept this degradation as something good.
Her lips tightened as she took even more of the horrible thickness into her mouth. She let him slide it forward until she could feel the thick, bloated glans almost touching the back of her throat. Now her palms were supporting his balls as if weighing them. She caressed them, feeling him shudder.
"Great God!!!" he gasped. "Dearest Debbie, if only you knew the wonderful sensations your mouth is causing."
He trembled and sighed as he released her hair. She could have let her head fall back on the pillows, but she didn't. She lay like that, taking the organ and sucking on it. She was glad she couldn't see herself, though. She felt she probably looked terrible with so much fleshy hosepipe crammed into her mouth. She felt her cheeks alternately bloating and hollowing.
The disgust was leaving her. It was slowly but surely being replaced by a warmth flooding through her. Oh No! She was becoming familiar with that warmth. Her body was coming to life. It was enjoying what she was doing even though her mind wanted to remain closed to it. He was winning again. When it came to sex he always seemed to know the right things to do.
She felt thrills course through her palms as she nestled his balls in her hands. And heat was surging through her mouth, but it wasn't coming from his cock. It was coming from inside herself.
Her throat felt his penial head rubbing, rubbing, and she could taste the muskiness of his masculinity as the tiny slit in the head of his cock continued leaking.
Taking a deep breath through her nostrils, she drew her mouth back and away until it was almost off the burgeoning prick. She saw how the flesh shone with a combination of her saliva and his secretions. With the tip still between her lips, she swallowed. The taste was tremendously arousing, much more so than she had ever believed possible.
I want it, she thought. I want the damn thing back in my mouth. I want to suck on it. I want to feel the head press into my throat.
Without thinking, she shoved her head forward, pulling the great thickness into her mouth, taking the littlest bit more of his stolid cock into the hot, wet depths of her oral cavern. She was rewarded by another shudder from her uncle.
She felt him put more pressure on his knees, taking the weight of his ass off her pillowy tits. And as he sawed his body back and forth, he became more and more excited.
Debbie couldn't understand herself. She knew this was something sick and depraved, yet she was beginning to not only enjoy it, but felt a need to continue no matter what.
She remembered her uncle saying something about her parents being very good at making babies. The same hot blood coursing through them was in her. Only she was hotter than either because she had the blood of both. She was as depraved as her father, her mother, and her uncle. Even if she denied it to herself, later on, when her body cooled off, she knew right now that she enjoyed this kind of lovemaking. Sucking her uncle's fat, hard dingus was giving her as much pleasure as feeling it slide back and forth in her pussy.
"God ... oh God ... " she heard her uncle groan. "Oh great, wonderful, marvelous God. I knew you'd be the one. I knew it ... Thank God I selected you instead of your sister ... "
Good Lord! She was actually one of a choice of many. Her uncle might just as easily have taken her sister, or any of her sisters. Then he would be fucking one of them. It would be one of their mouths that would be eating his penis now. At that moment she felt a flush of anger, but didn't know whether it was because she wished he'd selected one of her sisters, or because he'd admitted he might have preferred someone else to her.
Her head pumped back and forth as he slid his body toward her and away. She had enjoyed it more than a little, simply pressing her lips around it and sliding them back and forth. But now she was using tongue-pressure and sucking, pulling on it as if it were a thick piece of sugar cane. Just why she suddenly found herself sucking so avidly was something she couldn't answer. All she really knew was, she had to have more and more and more. She sucked as if she'd been doing it all her life, feeling tile throbbing mass of delicious meat slide back and forth.
Her own body was wide awake by now, with lambent flames licking at all her nerve-endings. She was actually enjoying herself, doing it with desire rather than because she was forced.
The harder she pressed her lips around his cock, the more her uncle moaned from sheer ecstasy, and the more she enjoyed sucking. He was literally slamming almost ninety percent of the full length of his powering cock into and out of her mouth. He seemed to think she wasn't ready to open her throat and take in the last bit of him, but he seemed to know it wouldn't be too long before she went ahead and did it herself.
"Faster, faster, faster." he ordered, humping his pelvis toward her mouth with greater speed. She felt his body already beginning to tighten and his scrotum was starting to shrivel.
Debbie sucked even harder, pressing her lips more tightly together around the immense, pulsing prick. It stuffed her mouth to where she could actually feel the solid knob tickle the entrance to her gullet every time he shoved forward. One hand now clamped tightly around the heavy balls while the other had two fingers ringing the base of the massive penis. Her head pushed forth and pulled back, laboring furiously around the great, rigid wand. Her lips seemed to grip the cock ever more tightly. And to think she had hoped and prayed this would end quickly, once she had been convinced there was no way to avoid doing this. Now, strange, mysterious things were happening to her. A lusting heat was burning its way through her curvaceous form. She felt a new thrill course through her each time she sucked his meat back into her anxious mouth. She could feel the thick rod tense, and she got ready to receive the contents of his penis.
"No!" he exclaimed, tugging the thick member from her mouth. "Not yet! This is too good to end this quickly."
He shoved her back, throwing her head against the pillows as he let his hot cock slide down between the hills of her rose-pointed breasts. She saw how red the shank of his staff looked in contrast to the whiteness of her own flesh. She still had one hand around it, and felt a wild, perverse thrill shoot through her as she rubbed the tip against each of her nipples. She rubbed the purple, mottled knob against each pink nubbin in turn, feeling more and more fire build inside her. Then she clamped it tightly between the white cushions of her two tits.
"Uncle Maurice," she sighed. "Oh Uncle Maurice, I'm as sick as you. I love all this. I admit it here and now, I love the feel of this wonderful tool."
She was sighing softly, feeling a tingling all over her body where his licentious cock touched her. Her teeth gritted tightly shut as she felt her pores open and shoot out the heated sensuousness building inside her. For just a minute her mind rebelled, wondering how her body could do this to her. Then her thoughts were caught up in the whirlwind of her body. All the nerves in her body joined to create a single lengthy pathway of maddening rapture.
She felt her uncle's face come down and kiss her throat, and then his tongue was making wet, concentric circles on her flesh as his mouth hungrily went for her left nipple. He sucked it slowly, softly, then moved to her other nipple. He teased and titillated her breasts until she felt something akin to maddening pain, the pleasure was so great.
He seemed to lick off the residue of lubrication he'd used to make her nipples shine. He sucked loudly, pulling on each nipple until it was nearly an inch in length. All thoughts of disgust had been totally pushed from her mind as she concentrated on the prurient wonders coursing through her.
Her uncle's face came up to hers, and Debbie felt his mouth press against hers, his tongue fighting another rapid duel with hers.
"I do love you," he whispered. "And you'll discover this for yourself, in time. But you have to learn it by yourself."
She didn't know what to say or how to respond. Whether or not he loved her, she had no idea how she felt about him at this point. But she did know she didn't want to lose the magic of this moment.
She turned him over, then spun over on top of him, her knees resting on the side of his face as her mouth opened and her hands grasped his hard, thick cock. She leaned over and once again swallowed the member into her mouth. This time she had to put both hands on his balls as she opened her gullet and proceeded to pull until all of his cock; every last little fraction, was buried in her mouth. Her nose pressed into the soft flesh of his balls, and her chin was being scrubbed by his pubic hair. Her conscience had once again been literally knocked out, put to sleep. The stickiness oozing from his cock was gulped down her throat, and even though she realized she was probably crazier than her uncle, she went on sucking, enjoying it.
"Oh Jesus!" he yelled. "You're a ... natural. Oh God! Debbie you're the best cocksucker of them all. Oh yes, yes, yes ... "
Debbie was certain her uncle had enjoyed more than his share of what she had heard called blowjobs. She had no doubt he'd probably been blown by nearly every woman he'd ever taken to his rooms. Thus, to hear him tell her she was the best cocksucker of them all was no small compliment. And she reveled in it. She loved what she was doing. It was the most wonderful thing in the world.
Her tongue began twitching around his heavy prod. She licked maddeningly while her lips continued pulling on his staff as her head bobbed up and down, tickling the ridge of his corona. Her tongue whipped from side to side, making him writhe in glorious agony. Her uncle's loins powered forward as his hands tightly gripped her hair. She could feel every muscle in him tense as he yelled, "Ayyyaaaaaahhhhhh ... "
Her tongue spiraled around the great purple dome as his groin slammed straight up to meet the strong downward plunges of her leeching mouth.
"My balls," he begged. "Lick my balls before I come."
Reluctantly, her mouth slid off the hard, long, thick cylinder and moved to the hair-covered scrotum containing his jewels. Her tongue came all the way out of her mouth as she licked the sac all around, lapping underneath and teasing his perineum with the tip of her tongue. Then she licked the top of his wrinkled sac, feeling the pressure of each ball in turn. She sucked the right testicle into her mouth and used her hot, wet tongue to tantalize it. Then she repeated the maneuver with his left testicle. Her tongue proceeded to lick the long, broad pole up and down, lapping all over, keeping it wet and shiny. She took special care to sip the oozing lubricant continually leaking from the violet tip.
She felt Merlon's hands reach down and grab her nipples between her fingers as she bent to her task. He pressed the berry like buds strongly, squeezing, causing what should have been pain, but what was fantastic pleasure. He knew just what to do to keep her own body at peak arousal, while at the same time increasing the urge in her to continue sucking and licking his massive genitals. His moaning sighs let her know how effective her mouth was, sharpening and whetting her own sexual desires beyond anything she thought she could experience. "Uhhh ... GOD! Oh Debbie ... Debbie ... you have a ... ahhhhhh majestic ... urrrggghhh ... tongue."
She pressed the flat of her tongue up and down the heavy bole, moving from root to point, lapping the mighty stalk as if it were a gigantic peppermint stick. Then her tongue went lacing back across his semen-factories, running through every crevice and wrinkle in the sac. She made the sac shine with a polish of drooling spit before returning to the broad, upstanding shaft of his lilac-headed prick.
Through it all, Debbie attempted to analyze herself. She wanted to understand just why she had surrendered to her body, giving herself up to total abandonment. Why had she surrendered so easily to her uncle? She could find no justification for what she was doing, yet she insisted on doing it. At first she had been afraid of him. The previous day in the shower she had allowed him to fondle her out of fear. But the fear had turned into burning pyres of lust and licentiousness. Tonight she had taken her uncle's cock into her mouth out of fears afraid he would hurt her if she hadn't grabbed the pole with her two hands and planted it between her lips. But now she was doing it all because she waited to do it. He was on the bottom, she was on top, and she was more than willing to wantonly suck and lick his cock and balls. There was absolutely no way she could explain her own behavior to herself. She was performing this vile act of her own free will now, enjoying every last bit of it. She was actually glorying in the lascivious delight of sucking the phallus and licking the balls. She was fully aware of the pangs of regret that would invade her the following day, but for the present moment, she didn't give a damn.
Her lips resembled a silken ribbon as they circled the purple knob of his heavy phallus again. She felt his anxious hips thrust forward as he stuffed the twitching length of heavy meat up into the grotto of her mouth. She knew from his mad writhings he was going insane from the sheer delight of it all. Soon now, very soon, she would feel the liquid that had seared her inner pussy scald her throat. She would suck enough fluid from his balls in which to drown. Her mouth had become a sucking vacuum, her lips tightening and compressing around the entire length of tromboning phallus, pushing down with agonizing slowness, and then pulling back with maddening pressure. She could feel his cock twitching all the more heavily as his ass began bouncing up off the mattress. She had to press a hand into the bloated belly to keep him down so she could continue her maddening ministrations. She knew she lacked experience, but her eagerness more than made up for it.
"Aaaaaaahhhhhh ... " he yelled, grinding his cock spirally between her sucking lips.
She felt his thighs trying to close around her head, and now realized her own seething cunt was dripping with powerful secretions of erotic fluids. Her body was in violent heat. Her sucking and licking had driven her into a frenzy of her own, and the way his hands caressed, rubbed, and titillated her only enhanced these sensations all the more. He was pressing her nipples, massaging her breasts, rubbing her arms, teasing her spine, squeezing her ass, fingering her drippings and even touching her asshole, something she'd never expected to enjoy. Little pulses of static rode through her, making her pendulous tits bounce and rub against his thighs and belly. This in turn caused new impulses of shocking pleasure to blast through her desire-torn body, making her shiver and quake with the throbbings building in her sensuous cunt.
"Great God!" he exclaimed. "Oh God-all-mighty ... ahh ... hah ... aaarrrhhh ... I can feel it ... it's ... uhhh ... deep down ... but it's ... ooooooh ... cominggggggg ... ohhhhhh ... it'll be here soooooon ... "
She heard him raving almost as if he were psychotic as he rammed his hips straight up, stuffing his meat back into her mouth as his hands became heavy wherever they touched her. She could tell how intent he was on attaining his orgasm.
Orgasm? She hadn't heard that word while watching the movies, but somehow or other she seemed to know and understand it. She must have read about it at one time or another.
As she sucked she realized he had propped a pillow under his own head so he could watch the pumping action of her mouth as it moved up and down his shuddering cock. He was staring at her with glazed eyes, building to the point where there would be no turning back. She could feel twitchings in his huge belly. And all the while he rammed his mighty meat upward, shoving it with greater vehemence into her anxious throat.
His heavy cock suddenly enlarged even more. It was too thick to press into the ring of her gullet. It would strangle her. She wouldn't be able to take it without choking and gagging. Debbie found it impossible to believe how thick the already-swollen trunk of cock had become.
Abruptly he spasmed and rammed upward with his entire fulcrum while pressing down on the back of her head with both hands. She heard his breathing suddenly turn ragged as his dam once again collapsed and she was able to vacuum the burning blistering wad of thick semen into her hungering throat.
She gagged and choked as the fiery liquid burned her mouth, yet she never stopped swallowing as a torrent of heavy seed shot down her throat, all the way into her belly. There was the sound of loud screaming, and at first she thought she was making the noises. Then she realized it was impossible, what with the way her mouth was solidly stuffed with his cock as it unloaded its blistering contents into her.
"OH GREAT GOD," he roared, "GOD, GODDDDDD, OHHHHHHAAAHHHYYAAARRGGGHHH ... "
Debbie had been expecting the wads of fiery white come, but when the liquid finally struck, it hit the back of her throat as if she had been totally unprepared. She gurgled and gagged and choked, breathing mostly through her nostrils in order to pull air into her lungs. She swallowed madly in an effort not to strangle on the quantity of liquid he was shooting. Her throat muscles worked maddeningly to swallow, and still much of the hot, white flow oozed out of the sides of her mouth onto her cheeks. She felt his hands pushing her head all the way down, literally cramming the majestic head of his solid prick into the tightness of her esophagus. He continued flooding her throat with his cream, shooting the teeming fluid straight down into her waiting stomach. Her belly heaved, almost as if she, herself was enjoying the orgasm; as if she were the one coming. It was as if she was boasting she could take all he had to offer, and more.
She continued swallowing strongly, drinking the heavy seed. And she found she loved the taste of it. It tasted clean, sanitary, rich, hot, and delightful. She felt his hands continue to press on her head as words streamed out of his mouth.
"Wonderful ... fantastic ... Oh God! Debbie you ... uhhh ... are far and away ... ooooooh ... the best mouth of all time ... ahhhhhh ... "
Heavy streams of semen continued spurting down the heavenly channel of her constricting throat. Her lips were still tightly grabbing his mammoth cock, sucking him totally and completely dry; leaving absolutely nothing left in his balls. She was squeezing every last delicious drop from him, causing blistering sensations of delight to roar through his entire body.
She felt his eyes watching the way her mouth avidly pulled the juices from him, working so anxiously on the mighty totem. Drops of sperm mixed with her saliva dripped down the solid pole despite the tightness of her gripping lips.
Eventually the last few drops dribbled into Debbie's anxious mouth. But the mighty muscle had not begun to shrink in any way. Still, it was oversensitive, at least for a few minutes, and the continuing pressure of her tongue was driving him insane.
Even as he pulled it out of her, he realized she would need to be satisfied, herself. He was tempted to lick her cunt, then decided before he did that, he wanted to bury his resting pole inside her.
Grabbing her by the shoulders, he made her lie on the bed, then climbed over her, parted her willing thighs, and slid his massive missile into her tight, squeezing, crushing cunt with a series of hard, strong thrusts.
Debbie was in heaven. There was no pain this time. It was raw delight as his thick, heavy wang slowly worked its full length all the way into her.
"Oh yes, yes, yes," she muttered, amazed, yet gratified to feel the wonder of his staff thrust its way into her. His mouth came down on hers, and she felt his ponderous stomach all but crush the wind out of her. She let him lick his own secretions from between her teeth and gums as his tongue worked its way through her oral cavern again and again, teasing her own tongue. How wonderful it was to feel that mighty baton stroke its way through her. To think she was ashamed of such feelings. How foolish could she be? She churned, feeling the gigantic penis fill her hot, wet vagina with itself.
Her own muscles squeezed powerfully around the mighty stanchion plugging into her. She wanted it, all of it. She needed it. Her body was completely under its influence.
"Fuck!" she begged. "Fuck me ... fuck me ... hard! Uncle, don't slow down. Fuck me ... "
"Doing my best ... honey ... " he gasped. "Gotta ... catch my ... breath."
He rammed his mighty tool all the way in, but as he pulled it back he realized how desperately oversensitive his purple knob was. She could tell by the way he moved that the sensation was too much for him. There was no way he would be able to do her cunt justice with his cock.
He slowly pulled the tremendous phallus out of her, listening to her weep because she was losing the feel of his massivity. She tried so desperately to keep it inside her, when it finally came out, there was a loud, sucking "pop."
She felt his mouth sucking her nipples, building more flame where there was blazing fire. And then she felt his lips kiss her belly. His tongue licked its way across the flat plane of her stomach, stopping only once to fuck itself into her navel. Then she felt his lapping mouth move lower, and suddenly his lips were moving through the soft brush of her pubic hair. He kept moving lower and lower until she felt the electric thrill of his tongue touch the top of her leaking slit. His hands had moved down with him, and now his thumbs were being used to part her labial slices, and she shuddered with uncontrolled emotion as the tip of his tongue touched her clitoris with the same force as the sting of a hornet.
"Huuuhhhhhhnnnnnnhhh," she yelped, so unexpected was the sensation of his mouth. "Oh ... wow ... ooooooh ... "
A roaring pyre of columnar flame seemed to totally envelop her as she felt the cool, stinging slickness of his tongue slide into her burning quim. It licked right in, touching the very core of her inner self, slurping out to tantalize her clitoris before riding right back in. The tender, slithery labia of her cunt contracted around the thrust-in tongue as trillions of needles of undiluted pleasure lapped through her body. And the burning breath coming from his mouth only enhanced everything all the more.
Debbie had to see what was happening. It was all so fabulous. She literally forced her body up on its elbows so she could stare down at what was happening. She could see her uncle's dark, mussed-up hair pressing into her crotch, and that was all she could see. The rest was pure feeling.
She should have come already. Last night, when her uncle had fucked her, she had come long before reaching these new heights of raw feeling. And she felt herself climbing even higher as his lashing tongue slurped through her teeming twat.
He was licking with the thirst of an impatient dog, lapping and licking and slurping noisily, knowing the sounds would make her shudder even more. Her lubricious flow was seeping out of her at a faster and faster rate. It was moving like a raging river, pouring out of her more quickly than he could lap. She felt his lips press themselves to her labia and kiss them much the way they kissed her own lips. His stinging tongue was fucking into her dribbling pussy the way it had stabbed into her mouth.
"Arrrggghhhhhh ... " she screamed, "Oh God ... uuunnnggghhh ... oooooohwowwwwww ... uhhhhbh ... Uncle ... uhhhhhh ... "
His tongue continued slavering through her flooding channel, and she wriggled madly, pushing her sopping pussy into his anxious face.
Fuck me with that tongue, she thought ... Fuck me with it. Fuck me, fuck me ... oh God! A tongue is almost as good as a cock. It's completely different. It makes me fee! so ...
"Eeeeeeeaaaaaahhhhhh!" she screamed aloud, now beginning to squeal in a high-pitched voice.
She squirmed and squealed shriekingly as if the lubricant pouring from her slavering slit was actually her life's blood. The wicked lunges of his slick, cool tongue felt maddening as, like a slender, smaller cock it stabbed into the heated depths of her inflamed and aroused cunt. And her hot pussy was a maddened chamber that clutched fiercely and strongly to the tiny insinuating probe.
"Aaayyyaaaggghhhrrraaaghhh!" she screamed long and loud as a floodtide of brimming ecstasy poured through her. Her entire body twitched and spasmed madly as she jerked and trembled.
Debbie felt her body continuing to climb in spite of the maddening orgasm shooting through her. And as one peaked, another began. As the first began to roll away and the second peaked, a third started, and soon she was feeling an entire series of maddening thrills race through her stiffened body as her uncle's tongue probed into her again and again, relentlessly teasing and tickling and thrusting until she thought the entire world had ended, An ecstatic crest flooded and slammed through her helpless body, pouring through her in a complete inundation of glorious delight. She was a tiny splinter of wood being battered about by gigantic tidal waves; swamped and buried, yet always returning to the top to absorb more.
She felt his lips surround and suck on her clitoris, and now it was she who was oversensitive. She screamed, "NO-MORE, NO MORE," before he finally pulled his tongue from her sopping cunt.
But even as he lifted his head, she knew this wasn't the end. He slid his bulk up until she felt his probing cock poke between her thighs, into the over-sensitive hole his tongue had just vacated, Even so, she spread her loins, welcoming his cock, and as she felt him ride his thick, heavy member into her tightness, she thought how wonderful it would be if she could go on like this forever.
CHAPTER SIX
Once again Debbie awoke to find herself in her own bed. She was completely naked and bundled in her own blankets. She felt so good she didn't want to get up, and merely lay there thinking about all that had happened with her uncle the previous night. There was no denying it now. She had enjoyed herself. She knew she should berate herself and reproach herself for the evils in which she had indulged. But how could anything that felt so utterly delightful be evil. Perhaps it was a little wicked, but it just couldn't be evil.
Even so, whatever she'd done, she'd done with her guardian. Somehow or other it just seemed so terribly wrong to have anything physical to do with the man. Wouldn't it all feel so much better if she had the body of a handsome, virile man, such as Larry Haroldson?
She was old enough to know her own mind. It was time she found things out for herself.
Taking a long shower (the stall no longer repelled her) she brushed her hair, put on her glasses, dressed, and went down to lunch. It was far too late even for brunch.
One of the servants handed her a note from her uncle, telling her he would be away until the following Saturday evening. Almost immediately she felt a letdown. Her uncle had addicted her to cock, and now he was taking it away from her. Well then, what better time to try and discover other men? And what better man to start with than Larry Haroldson?
Going into her uncle's library, she found a telephone hook and looked up Haroldson's number. Then she phoned. He wasn't in. She left a message for him to call back. And forty minutes later he did call back.
"I'm free tonight," she told him, candidly.
"Terrific," he answered. "So am I."
"Pick me up in front of the restaurant at eight. Where will you take me?"
"Dining and dancing."
"Will you show me where you live, afterward?"
"Hey,-are you serious?" he wanted to know.
"Very serious," she replied.
"You sine you know what you're doing?"
"Positive."
"See you at eight, then."
She spent half the rest of the day shopping, and spent the other half at a beauty parlor. It was her first trip to a beauty parlor alone, she was glad to see they accepted credit cards.
Debbie had to admit her guardian was being exceptionally good to her. Aside from some minor brutalities in teaching her to enjoy sex, he had been very patient with her. He had never threatened her, nor did he really harm her in a physical way. True, the taking of her unwanted virginity had been painful, but it had been a necessary pain.
Now that she thought about it, she decided she did like him, even if he was far from her idea of the perfect sex partner. As he'd said, he could have taken any of her sisters instead of her. He probably would have been better off. They were all older than she, and he wouldn't have had to wait nearly as long for one of them as he'd waited for her. Was it barely possible he really did feel some kind of love for her? If so, she pitied him, because she knew she didn't love him in the same way.
His condition had been that she be his mistress for the next year. She had to obey every whim of his. She could manage that. And if he was telling the truth, by her eighteenth birthday, she would have an income for life and not have to remain subservient to him.
But he did not tell her she had to remain faithful to him. He had turned her loose in the world, letting her know she could do whatever she pleased. And if she pleased to sleep with some other man or men, she fully intended doing so.
He had made her a fuck-addict. And now he wasn't around to "fix" her. She had to find another "needle." Addicts needed consistent injections, and now she was no different. She needed to be injected regularly.
The evening came quickly enough. She told her uncle's servants she might not be back until the following day. They weren't to worry. Then, in a green cocktail gown covered with green and blue sequins, she grabbed her mink, got into her Toronado, and drove to the restaurant. She parked her car way back in the lot, out of sight.
Five minutes later, Haroldson's Pontiac stopped on the street corner and she got in.
"You look fantastic," he told her, letting his eyes wander up and down her lush torso.
"You look pretty good yourself," she laughed, admiring his neat, blue suit.
He took her to a supper club where they remained for three hours, dancing and barely eating. Then afterward, he began driving away from the area with which she was familiar.
"I thought we were going to your place," she said, sitting back in the car.
"We are," he assured her. "We're going to a little winter hideaway I have not too far from here. It's a small, rustic kind of cabin."
Debbie sat back and let him drive. About a half hour later he pulled off the main highway and onto a dirt road. He drove for another five minutes until they came to a small clearing. And beyond the clearing was a small cabin.
Haroldson led her inside where a blazing fire was already going in the fireplace. He helped her off with her coat, then turned her to face him and kissed her as he removed his own coat. Debbie thought it was a nice kiss. But it just wasn't as arousing as her uncle's kisses had been. True, she liked the feel of his lean, hard form against her, and she automatically pressed her body into his.
"How far do we go?" he whispered, giving her the choice.
"All the way," she replied. "Everything and anything."
"Ever been ass-fucked?" he asked, rubbing a palm against one of her outthrust breasts.
"No," she replied, kissing his mouth again, tasting his tongue.
"Wanna try it?"
"Uh huh," she murmured, thinking she would at last discover something her uncle hadn't taught her.
Her mouth blended into his as his hands continued rubbing against her breasts. She was breathing heavily. The mere pressure of a palm against her nipple could set her off.
She felt his hands go around her and hug her for a moment, then his fingers pulled down her zipper.
"No bed?" she asked.
"No bed," he murmured. "Right here, on the floor, on the rug, in front of the fire. It's nice to do things differently."
"You bet," she agreed.
She kissed him again, feeling his tongue in her mouth. It felt rougher than her uncle's. Maybe later he'd push it into her pussy and the abrasiveness might cause her to enjoy the cunnilingus all the more.
He was deftly removing all her clothing, and she was sinuously wriggling, pressing her body against his. Her own fingers were busy with his clothing, and soon each had the other totally naked.
He had a much better body than her uncle. He was lean and hard, with absolutely no stomach at all. He had a hairy chest, and one heck of a lot of hair around his semi-erect cock.
Debbie almost felt disappointed. The sight of the cock was a kind of letdown. It was nice. It looked a lot like the penises she had seen in the movies her uncle had shown her. But that was the trouble. It couldn't have been more than six and a half inches in length, and it was nowhere near as thick as her uncle's. Uncle Maurice had spoiled her. He had stabbed her with a weapon of unbelievable formidability. Now she was going to have to get used to ordinary-sized penises. It was just as well. If she intended playing around on the outside, she would have to accustom herself to all sizes and shapes.
"You're beautiful," he told her, "but then I guess you know that, huh."
"A girl never gets tired of hearing it," she responded.
"Well then, you're beautiful, you're lovely, you're a perfect vision of splendid womanhood. God! You're superb!"
They closed and kissed, and she could feel his half-hard cock suddenly stiffen and lengthen as her body pressed against his. Together, they sank to the carpet in front of the fire, pressing their bodies tightly together and kissing. Their tongues licked and lapped, while their bodies tightly clung. She could feel the hairy jungle on his chest as he; nipples pushed through the foliage to rub against his flesh. It made him quiver with unexpected delight.
"Christ!" he murmured. "When we first met, I never dreamed we'd be doing this. Oh I wanted it to happen, all right, but I never thought it would be possible. Feels so good. Mmmmmmm! You must be a lot older than you looked. The first time I saw you I figured you for eighteen or nineteen, but you seem to know a helluva lot more than most girls that age."
Debbie was surprised and pleased to hear this. To think, she at seventeen, knew more than most girls a few years older than herself. Her uncle had really been a master, all right. He had taught her well.
"You have wonderful breasts," he sighed, cupping a full tit in the palm of his hand.
She felt the pressure of his palm massage her nipple, and the nipple swelled to its full size. Then his head pulled away from hers as he lowered his head to her tits and began sucking on one nipple while fondling the other. She loved the way his palm moved over her other nipple now, and soon both were the same size. This didn't cause him to stop sucking. He was getting tremendous enjoyment from filling his mouth with her tit.
Finally he lifted his mouth from her breast and spun her so her body faced away from him. He used her breasts as grips, pressuring his palm into them and rubbing her nipples. Then, while one hand continued stroking and petting her tits, his other hand moved down along her thigh, sliding very slowly along her flesh. The touch made her shudder, just as the pressure of his throbbing cock against her ass seemed to give her an added sense of enjoyment.
His hand moved forward and rested on the puffy mound of her matted pubis. And then his finger was tickling the top of her very sensitive slit. As his finger slid a bit farther into her sopping gash, she felt waves of excitement shoot into her belly. Her thighs parted, giving him easier access to her sopping slash as she turned her head and felt his mouth once again come down on hers. She shuddered with delight as he kissed her, sliding his tongue in and out of her mouth much the way his finger was moving back and forth in her seething slit.
Debbie wanted to melt, the heat felt so intense inside her. She writhed, feeling the way his hard cock seemed to squeeze into the crack between her asscheeks. He began rubbing it up and down in her asscrack, and she felt more and more excitement as his finger also continued sliding in and out of her greased channel.
"Mmmm," she murmured. "I love it. Don't stop."
"Don't worry," he assured her. "I won't. There's lots more to come."
He pulled back a little and stabbed his meaty cock forward. Debbie felt it slide up against her cunt-crack, coming out in front. Looking down, she could see the red head of his hard phallus jutting out from between her thighs. It was as if it belonged to her rather than to him.
"My very own cock," she giggled, reaching down and grabbing the tip as she tightened her legs around it. She wanted to keep him from withdrawing it.
All the while she felt his fingers teasing her cunt, spreading her labia, letting her oozing juices seep out all over the solid pole her thighs had imprisoned. She rubbed her thighs tightly around the pole, then broke the kiss and asked, "Will you fuck me in my cunt, first?"
"No," he replied. "Your cunt is reserved for my mouth, later. Right now, I want to shove my pole into your ass, and then after I've come, when I pull it out, I want you to lick all the cream off."
"My God!" Debbie said aloud. "You're as perverted as ... "
She had to stop. She didn't dare admit she'd been fucking for her uncle. He might suddenly feel a dislike for her and stop the whole thing.
"Who am I as perverted as?" he asked, rubbing his cock back and forth against her gooey lips as his fingers massaged her shuddering clit.
"As I am," she whispered, realizing she was telling the truth.
No more schoolgirl morality for her. No more foolishness about right and wrong. What felt good was right. Everything else was wrong. This was what her uncle had wanted her to understand, and now she knew it with a vengeance.
Was it only two nights ago that she'd lost her virginity? God! It seemed like a lifetime ago.
She enjoyed fucking. She enjoyed it immensely. She was certain she would never get her fill of it. Now that she was able to accept the fact that she was no less perverted than the men around her, she wanted to get as much from every session as she could.
Her ass was tight. She knew that. The pucker of her asshole would be difficult to penetrate at first. She accepted that. The pain resulting from his penetration was something she was more than willing to endure, provided the thrills were equivalent.
She felt his breath sear her aural canal as his tongue bit down on her earlobe. She squirmed as he sucked her lobe, writhing back against his body. His finger continued playing havoc with her clit while she gripped the head of his cock tightly with her fingers. And all the while his other hand continued rubbing the swollen nipples of her breasts, turning them from a relaxed pink to an anxious red.
"Get ready," he whispered. "I've got enough of your cunt lubricant on my cock. I'm going to slide it right into your ass, okay?"
"Fuck away," she murmured, overwhelmed by the nearness of him.
He pulled back then, pressing the point of his solid penis right up against her anal entrance. She could feel the cheeks of her ass gripping his rubbery head.
"Ready?" he asked.
"Uh huh," she nodded, feeling his lips kiss her throat.
"You're gonna love it, honey. It's just as much fun as cuntfucking. You'll see."
He pushed, and she grunted, feeling the bluntness of the cock press against her webbed opening. But nothing else happened.
"Sometimes it takes a little while," he told her. "Don't worry. Just relax. Don't fight it. The tighter you are, the harder it will be for me to enter. Relax!"
She felt his blunt-nosed cock press forward again, and this time she felt it push into her sphincter, spreading the muscle the least little bit.
"Ouch!" she exclaimed.
His two hands had moved down to her hips to hold her in place.
"It won't hurt too much," he breathed. "Just keep relaxed. It's very important."
His hands grabbed her hips and pulled her lower half against him as he worked the rounded point of his cock forward. Debbie felt the thick mass press against her sphincter. Remembering his warning, in spite of every instinct to tighten her body, she relaxed. It was like some monstrous enema bone being pushed into her. She'd had one or two enemas, and now remembered what a time the female nurse had had, working the bone into her narrow asshole. This was a much thicker, heavier, longer thing. Thank God it wasn't her uncle's cock. She'd have never been able to take it in her ass.
She felt him push a little more, and her sphincter was beginning to yield. She felt it start to gape open, and the very point of his prick was poking through, into her tight ass.
His kiss on her throat made her shudder again as his hands held onto the bones of her hips, as if for leverage. He licked her throat a little, and she felt herself melting again. She sighed, and then felt him shove forward a little harder. Her sphincter parted a bit more, and the thick bulge of his glans pushed a little farther into her.
"Uh," she grunted, and before she could object, she felt him shove a little harder, and suddenly the entire head, up to the corona, was completely buried in her asshole.
Icy shivers shot up and down her spine. The sensation was different from the enema, after all. It made her wriggle a little, but she kept her muscles loose, and soon found her asshole widening just enough to contain the head of his throbbing penis.
One of his hands pressed on the flat of her belly, while his other hand returned to cuppng her breasts, tweaking her nipples and keeping them swollen and aroused. His mouth continued alternating between kissing her throat and biting her earlobe. She could feel the solidity of his thighs pressing against her asscheeks and wanted to feel them even closer. She bucked back a little, actually forcing another half inch of cock into her tight, crushing rectum.
"You're all right," he muttered, sending heated blasts of air into her ear. "You're really all right. You really know how to fuck, don't you. Christ! I thought you were some innocent kid in need of seducing."
"Seduce me," she giggled, feeling him prod another half inch of hot cock into her surrounding asshole.
"Hell! You're the one seducing me," he mocked. "Get ready, honey, here comes the rest of it."
One hand squeezed both her nipples at once while the other hand pressed hard on her belly, and suddenly the thick pole was tightly sliding into the constricting, squeezing, narrow passageway of her crushing asshole.
"Holy shit!" he muttered. "You are tight. This is one hell of an ass you have. Okay honey, here we go."
Excitement gripped her belly as she felt him tug the pulsing schlong halfway out, then ram it forward again. Schlong! Where had she heard that word before? Oh yes, the brother of one of her friends had referred to his cock as a schlong once. It had to do with some kind of priapistic problem. She still had no idea what priapism meant.
Larry's heavy dong moved back into her again, widening her fighting asshole. She felt it stretch elastically around the probing prick as it rammed all the way into her rectum, making her quiver and spurt juices from her sopping cunt.
The hand which had been resting flat against her belly now moved lower, probing between her thighs, rubbing a finger against a tingling clitoris. But the pressure of the cock in her ass made her realize only a thin wall of tissue separated the throughway of her cunt to the canal of her ass. And as the heavy meat began sliding back and forth, she felt sensations in her quivering cunt as well as in her ass.
She felt the plunging cock move way, way up into the uncharted regions of her ass, and she realized how unbelievable it all was. For once she was not so totally overcome by erotic emotion that she couldn't see things clearly. She felt the large thickness of his cock as it pushed in and out, in and out, moving a little faster each time as his own lubricant made the passageway that much easier to move through.
Now the heavy phallus began slamming back and forth with machinegun rapidity, moving almost as fast as her uncle's had moved in her cunt. At the same time his finger was diddling her aching clitoris, building up some sort of heat inside her, but she realized she wasn't having nearly as much fun as she'd hoped to have. There was something about the way he did things that simply kept her from being overpowered by sensation. She had to admit her uncle was far better when it came to arousing her.
"Come on, Larry," she breathed. "Do something with that cock of yours. Make me feel good. I really don't feel that much."
In response, he began pounding his throbbing prick all the faster, pressing harder on her aching clit.
"Come on, honey," he muttered. "I want you to enjoy this as much as I am."
She could feel his heavy balls banging at her thighs as he pumped against her, madly. His prick seemed to ride all the way up into her rectum, touching sensitive points but not quite giving her the thrills she had come to expect.
She tightened her asshole around his seething cock, tugging on it and milking it the way a cow's udder would be grasped by a hand. Her rubbery cheeks slammed all the way back against his hairy thighs as she corkscrewed her buttocks in an attempt to create greater pressure from his probing prick.
"I ... I ... it's feeling better," she murmured. "Now you're getting into the swing of it."
The plunging cock rode into her ass unmercifully, but Debbie wasn't looking for mercy. She wanted thrills, excitement, and erotic pleasure.
Reaching between her thighs with her own hand, Debbie reached a little farther back and felt his heavy balls. She grabbed them with her ringers and began squeezing, and suddenly he was drilling into her with heavy, short, rapid, blasting punches. But his ringer also increased its pressure on her clitoris as her wrist jammed against his hand.
"Unnnnnnhhh," she groaned, letting him know she was beginning to get more than just a little feeling. On and on his cock plunged, sinking into her ass over and over.
"I ... can ... feel ... something different," she let him know. "It's not in my cunt."
"It's uhhh ... an anal ... climax," he told her. "Let it hit. You'll like it. It's ... wow ... different."
With the continued movement of the hot prick riding in and out of her asshole, combined with the pressure of his finger on her vellicating clit, Debbie felt sparkling sensations building and building until she suddenly realized she was going to come. It wasn't going to be a great climax, but it would be sufficient. It would take some of the building pressure from inside her.
The way her clit vibrated to the pressure of his finger told her he was feeling something, too. His other hand was crushing her nipples, squeezing them tightly. She could hardly breathe. And then he began coming as he grunted a "Wooorrffffff ... aahhhhhha rrggghhhhhh ... "
She felt the hot seed spurt into her narrow ass as she bucked her body back against his. She could already feel his slender pole starting to shrivel and get smaller and smaller.
"Make me come!" she screamed, feeling his finger press all the harder against her clit.
And then, at the last second, she felt a tiny electric thrill shoot through her ass. It was an orgasm, but it was a truly minor one. All it did was take away the overpowering need for satisfaction. But it wasn't good. It wasn't good at all.
When he pulled his corking prick from her ass, he made her lay flat on the rug while he got over her in a reverse position and began eating out her pussy. At the same time his limp wang dangled in her face. She opened her mouth, took it in, and sucked off all the residue. But there was no way he was going to get hard again. And the half-hearted way he was licking her pussy told her there was no way she was going to come.
They lay that way for nearly fifteen minutes before he finally gave up.
"Look," he said, as they got up and dressed. "Tonight was a poor performance on my part. Next week I promise you'll love it. I have a special surprise I'm going to give you."
"That's all right," she said, not wanting to hurt his feelings by telling him how bad he was.
"No, it isn't all right. Look, you're one helluva girl. I mean, you're really a girl in a million. I've never met anyone like you. I'd do anything to please you. Say, look, have you ever made it with more than one man before?"
"No," she answered, suppressing the urge to tell him all she'd ever needed before was one man.
"Would you like to give it a try?"
Debbie thought about it for a moment. She was almost completely turned off Larry Haroldson by now. She wanted to go looking elsewhere.
"How many men?" she asked.
"We'll start with two. Then we'll se what you can do from there."
"Why not!" she shrugged, curious if nothing else.
CHAPTER SEVEN
The weekend turned out to be as boring as all the other weekends her uncle left her alone in the large house. Debbie didn't know what to do with herself. Sunday the stores were closed, and the movies didn't accept credit cards.
Most of the servants had the day off, which was just as well. Not having had any sexual action since her disappointing time with Larry Haroldson, Debbie would have seduced one of the male servants. She was hotter than a branding iron. Her uncle had awakened senses in her, better left asleep. There was no way she could assuage the sexual hunger inside her.
She was lying on her bed, totally naked, fingering herself after having taken a morning shower. But it was no use. There was no relief.
That was when the door opened and Judy, the upstairs maid walked in.
Judy was not much older than she. Her uncle had brought the girl in to handle the duties of a maid, but Debbie had suspected her uncle to be dallying with the girl, as well.
Judy was wearing a maid's uniform, and was carrying a fresh batch of towels to put into her private bathroom. The girl had a nice figure. There was nothing outstanding about her, but the way everything hung together looked very nice. Debbie estimated her measurements at thirty-four-twenty-four-thirty-five.
When she saw Debbie's naked form sprawled on the bed, Judy walked over to her and looked down at her, saying, "He really did a job on you, didn't he."
"What?" Debbie asked, feeling embarrassed at the way the other girl was staring at her naked figure.
"We all know what's been going on between you and your uncle," Judy told her. "Especially all the maids. He interviews every one of us with that large penis of his. And he addicts us to it so that we have to find some kind of gratification every night."
"Are you saying my uncle fucks all the maids every night?" Debbie asked.
"God, no!" Judy replied. "He may be close to being a superman, but he's not quite there, yet. In a way, all the maids in the house envy you. Mr. Merlon is probably the best prick in the vicinity, and now he's giving it all to you."
"Then what do you and the other maids do now that my uncle isn't fucking you?"
"Well, some of us go looking for other men on our days off, but that still leaves us hot and bothered five days a week. We've found 'other ways' to satisfy ourselves."
"Can't be with the men-servants. They're all too old and stuffy."
"It isn't with the men-servants," Judy answered, smiling.
"Well for God's sake, don't stand there keeping me in suspense. Tell me."
"I'll do better than that. I'll show you, if you promise not to tell your uncle or anyone else."
"I promise, I promise," Debbie nodded, taking off her glasses and putting them on the night table.
Debbie watched as Judy started to get undressed. Not quite expecting the maid to do that, Debbie stood up as Judy finished removing her uniform and undergarments. She felt herself feeling very nervous and apprehensive, almost feeling the way Judy's eyes were admiring her body.
Judy was standing very close to her, too close for her to really get a good look at the other girl's figure. But the way Judy looked at her made her want to suddenly run away. She felt like a helpless mouse being studied by a cat.
Judy's hand reached out and touched Debbie's cheek, and all the while Debbie stared into Judy's blue eyes as if hypnotized. She remained still as Judy's fingers caressed her face, touching her nose and her lips very lightly. She shivered when she felt the fingers move onto her neck.
"You're very beautiful," Judy murmured. "I can understand your uncle falling under your spell. Have you fucked for anyone other than your uncle?"
"One man," Debbie admitted. "But only in the rear."
"You're very lovely, much too lovely for those asinine men on the outside. Your uncle is the only man I've ever known who truly knows how to appreciate a woman. Don't waste your life with those other men."
Debbie remained standing as Judy's eyes held hers while her fingers fell to her breasts. Judy seemed to have an overpowering, almost hypnotic effect on her. She could understand why her uncle has found the girl attractive. She was someone extra-special, and Debbie envied the man who ended up with her. She was surprised her uncle was keeping the girl as a servant. This was the kind of girl one turned into a long-time mistress, like Camille.
"Why do you keep working here as a servant?" she asked Judy. "You could be a lover for almost any wealthy man."
"You still can't appreciate the wonder and the power of your uncle's cock," Judy replied. "But you will, you will."
Judy's face was moving closer and closer, and Debbie could smell the breath spray the girl had used before coming into the room. It was a fetish of her uncle's that all the servants keep breath spray with them. He insisted no one's breath in his household should ever offend.
Judy was standing right up against her now, looking up into her eyes, making her realize she was a bit taller than the other girl. Debbie felt the fingers still lightly resting on her nipple, and breathed heavily, feeling her own boobs rise and fall.
Judy's face came even closer. She seemed to be standing on her toes, bringing her lips up to Debbie's. Yes, her lips were coming nearer, and suddenly Debbie felt Judy's lips press lightly against her own. The lips touched her own lips very lightly, and she felt the gentle imprint of the other girl's mouth become harder and harder as she applied more pressure. Debbie's own mouth remained unresponsive at first, then slowly, very very slowly, she found herself kissing back. Then Judy's tongue flicked against her lips, and she felt, her knees weaken. When the girl's tongue stiffened and force her own lips apart, Debbie finally surrendered herself entirely, sucking the tongue into her mouth. At the same time she felt Judy's firm breasts press into hers. The points of the other girl's nipples, rubbing into her chest, made her shudder. She was actually rotating her hips, pressing her furry mound against that of the girl.
"I'll show you," Judy breathed. "I'll show you and then we can both get some much-needed relief."
Debbie didn't bother to reply with words. Instead, she pushed her own tongue into Judy's mouth, feeling the girl suck her right in.
Judy's hands began caressing her breasts with the sureness of one who knew exactly what it was she enjoyed. Then she felt Judy's hand run down her sides and wander over her hips. Then her palms moved around and pressed into Debbie's buttocks so their pubic hairs actually intertwined.
Then Judy stopped kissing her and stepped back. She said, "You wait right here. I want to get something. I'll be right back."
Less than two minutes elapsed before Judy was back in her room. She had a long, thick, elastic instrument in her hands, and as Debbie stared she recognized it as something resembling a phallus. Debbie looked at it, fascinated. She had a funny feeling inside her. The hands of another woman touching her would have revolted her two days ago. Now nothing seemed to affect her. Every new perversion seemed a new delight. Whatever it was Judy had in mind, she was more than willing.
The penis didn't bend at all. It was as solid as any hard-on, but it was made of synthetic rubber. And it even had a pair of rubber balls attached ... At the base of what Judy then referred to as a dildo, was a leather strap, long enough to fit around a woman's hips. And there was a buckle so the strap could be made secure. A second strap ran from the artificial balls to the center of the first strap, which meant one would actually have to step into the hole between the two straps, then tighten it, and it would be as secure as any male erection.
Judy fondled it lightly with her fingers, then said, "I want to put this on and use it on you. Then you can do the same to me. I promise you, it'll feel very lifelike."
Debbie merely stared at the instrument, unable to believe such a thing existed. But she offered no resistance when Judy moved her toward the bed.
She really didn't know what to do. A small part of her mind, still outraged at all the things she'd already done, was fighting with her, telling her not to do anything else degrading. But her body was already anxious to try it. She noticed Judy kept it nice and clean.
"Are you afraid?" Judy asked.
"No, not really," she replied. "It's just that it's something so entirely new."
"For you, yes. But believe me, it helps. Would you rather walk around all day feeling frustrated? Your uncle is away and won't be back until Saturday night or Sunday morning. And even when he comes back, whatever does for you won't help me in any way. This dildo, this thing, had become my lover."
Debbie closed her eyes and felt her body shiver, but it wasn't a shiver of fear. It was a shiver of anticipation." The strange unholiness of it all seemed so excitingly perverse. And then the alien touch of Judy's fingers, caressing her body and arousing her kept her from even thinking about refusing. Resistance would have been ridiculous at this point, anyway. Hell! She didn't want to resist.
"You're absolutely stunning," Judy murmured to her.
She was standing back, once again admiring Debbie's solid body. She stared at the pink buttons of Debbie's nipples. And now Debbie could see the firm, small cups of Judy's breasts. They were solid cones with very light pink aureole, centered with nipples almost as thick as her own.
Judy came close to her and once again began rubbing her nipples against Debbie's body. Each of the women was becoming extremely excited. Their nipples rubbed against each other, and both began breathing heavily. And then Judy reached a thigh behind Debbie's, pulling her close, pressing her pouting muff directly into Debbie's. Debbie could feel the leaking juices coming from the other girl's seething split as it mixed with her own juices.
Judy pressed her mouth to Debbie's, kissing her again, flicking her tongue in and out of Debbie's mouth, feeling Debbie immediately respond. Her hands reached down and squeezed Debbie's asscheeks, tugging them slightly apart, letting her finger tickle Debbie's asshole.
Slowly Judy began to kneel, keeping her lips pressed against Debbie's front. She kissed the other girl's breast, then pressed her lips into the girl's belly. Her mouth rained kisses on the tops of Debbie's thighs, and Debbie felt exhilarated by it all.
Then she felt Judy's lips press into the triangle of hair covering her Mount of Venus. Judy's tongue flicked out and cut a swath through the forest of her pubic hair, moving ever closer to the pink portals of her pussylips.
A strong shudder coursed through Debbie's body, running from the top of her spine down to her toes. And then her toes clenched inward as she felt Judy's tongue lick into the hot slit between her labial folds. Judy's fingers clutched Debbie's buttocks, bringing the girl's cunt closer to her mouth. Her pursed lips closed around Debbie's shivering clit. Debbie reached out, trying to hold onto something to keep her balance, but all she could hold onto was Judy's head. The stimulation coursing through her body was tremendous. She had no doubt much of it was left over from her bout with Larry Haroldson.
And then she felt Judy's hands release her buttocks, come around front, and push her back onto the bed. She tumbled straight back and flopped down like a sack of wheat. Judy stayed with her, sinking her face deeper between her thighs, lapping madly away, letting her tongue scoop through Debbie's hot trench like a spoon moving through warm ice cream.
Debbie began bouncing madly. She felt Judy's fingers dig into her asscheeks and hold her steady as her tongue continuously ploughed into her sopping trough. All she could do was grip the bed with her fingers and squeal a loud, "Eeeeeee! My God! My God! You have such a great tongue!" Debbie blurted out.
Compared to the lethargic way Larry Haroldson had attempted to eat her out, Debbie found the other girl's tongue pure heaven. She couldn't control herself as she bucked her hips back and forth in time to the way the other girl was sucking her cunt.
"Oh God! I'm going to come. Don't stop," Debbie begged.
But that was exactly what Judy did.
"I don't want you to come with my tongue," she explained to poor Debbie, lying there on the brink of climactic satisfaction.
She saw Judy get up and strap on the dildo.
"Wait," Judy told her. "I'll be right back."
She hurried into the bathroom and Debbie could hear water running. Then Judy reappeared, but now the testicles attached to the dildo seemed swollen.
"Just a little warm water," Judy explained. "It feels so good to have it squirted into you when you're coming."
Debbie felt her heart pumping faster. From the size of the bloated testicles she knew the amount of water that would flood into her body when she came would be three or four times the amount of seed any man could shoot into her. The way her heart pounded told her how anxious she was to feel all this. She'd never realized two women could enjoy themselves as much as a man and a woman.
She lay back, her thighs spread wide apart, waiting for the wonderful onslaught to begin. Her belly was sucking in and pumping out as if a cock were already pounding through her vaginal channel.
Judy knelt on the bed between her thighs, her body only partially covering Debbie's. Her gentle hands once again explored Debbie's curvaceous torso, running up and down, following the girl's roller coaster form. Her mouth bent forward and with her lips, Judy began tugging lightly on each of Debbie's swollen nipples. She used her tongue to circle Debbie's aureole, then licked into the valley between the breasts. She let her tongue wander around each full breast, then licked at Debbie's tender throat.
"You taste as tender as you look beautiful," Judy murmured.
Her eyes were pools of heavy-lidded passion. "I'm going to fuck you as only your uncle is capable of doing. Believe me, no other man on earth could impart the pleasure I am now about to give you. When I'm finished, you'll gasp and cry for me to stop, and maybe, just maybe, I will."
The thrilling sensations in Debbie's body were becoming unbearable. She was tense with excitement.
"Open your thighs a little wider," Judy whispered. "I'm pushing it in."
Automatically obeying, Debbie trembled with the urgency she felt. Judy's body now covered hers completely. She felt Judy placing her knees inside her own thighs, to keep her from closing them. All the while she stared up into the blue pools of Judy's eyes, watching the girl stare back at her. Judy had done this so often, she didn't have to look. She could do it by touch.
The thick rubber dildo began sliding into her, but she was so tight, in spite of her natural lubricating, she felt Judy was having a hard time. Her pussy was resisting.
"Ooomph!" Judy exclaimed. "You have a really tight box there. God! At times like this I wish I were a man so I could feel the resistance. Oh God! Are you ever tight. It's one heck of a job getting it all in there."
Slowly, very slowly, the elastic cock slid farther and farther into Debbie's seething tunnel. Judy refused to pull back for leverage, but just kept right on pushing and pushing, stuffing more and more of the artificial dingus into her.
Debbie felt her lungs burn, as if they were on fire. Then she realized she was holding her breath.
"Oooooooh," she said as her breath came out of her. "That feels ... ahhh ... fabulous!"
Finally, Judy had the full length of the rubber cock plunged as far into her as it would go. Her own pubic hairs once again met those of Debbie, and Debbie could feel the pressure of the artificial balls, bloated with water as they rubbed against the bottom of her slavering cunt.
Then Debbie felt Judy begin to rut, plunging and withdrawing the stanchion of rubber as if it were a real cock. And all the while her gentle fingers moved all over Debbie, making her tits tingle as she rubbed the nipples. Her fingers felt like crawling caterpillars sending trickling sensations of electricity through Debbie's body.
And all Debbie could do was clench her fists with parts of her cover in her hands. She moaned and sighed, humping her hips up as Judy pushed the last micromillimeter of rubber peter into her. She writhed and squirmed and gasped, feeling like a gaffed dolphin impaled on a grappling hook.
Judy seemed to have her in an unbreakable grip. Not that it much mattered, since Debbie had no wish to break it. But she could feel Judy lying on her, pressing her body against hers, digging her tits into her own pillowy breasts. And Judy's fingers were scrunching her round, pliable buttocks.
It was as if she'd had a python stuffed into her pussy. Lunge after lunge rammed up into Debbie's tight, crushing vestibule of cunt. And each time she felt herself on the threshold of an exquisite orgasm. And each time she seemed drawn away at the crucial moment.
Debbie was churning and thrashing wildly about, her body a supplicant to the senses coursing through her. The sensations reaming through her female hollow were masses of all-consuming fire. And the pressure of Judy's nipples rubbing back and forth against hers, made her own nipples feel as if they were going to explode any moment.
"You ... uhhh ... have a perfect ... uhhh ... body," Judy told her, lunging forward again and again, stuffing the thick phony cock through her deliriously tortured channel. "God! I love fucking you. I can't wait to feel how you'll fuck me."
Again and again she powered the dildo through the hot, burning membranes in Debbie's aching cunnus. There was no worry this cock would come before she was ready. This was a prick that would never shrink. It didn't have the warmth of a real prong, but what it lacked in warmth it more than made up in stamina and stolidity. Debbie's cunt muscles squeezed and crushed, as if trying to make Judy feel something because of the pressure she was exerting on the dildo. She wondered if it was ripping her tissues, making her bleed. The sensations she was feeling were so intense they totally overpowered any possible pain she might have been experiencing.
Debbie felt her body responding beyond any possible control on her part. This was more than making up for the shriveled penis Haroldson had used on her. It was as if the rubber cock was fucking right through her body into her very astral self. She was enjoying herself far beyond any expectation, and would have given her soul to prevent this from ending. Her greatest worry at this point was that Judy would eventually tire.
"Please ... don't ... uhhhhhh ... stop," she begged, "Don't slow down. Don't let it end. Please, please ... oh God ... it's oooh ... so marvelous ... ahhhhhh ..."
She released the covers and wrapped her arms around Judy, clutching her close. Her fingers pressed into the other girl's back, feeling her spine, her shoulder blades, and the softness of her flesh.
Judy's mouth clamped itself to hers, and they kissed wildly. She savored the girl's tongue as if it belonged to a man.
Her body began humping wildly, moving out of control, breaking the rhythm Judy had set.
"You okay?" Judy asked, taking her mouth from hers.
"I ... I'm ... going ... to come ... " she gasped.
"That's the whole idea," Judy gasped. "Come! Come strong! Don't be afraid. Give it all you've got."
And Judy speeded up her pace to match the pumping of Debbie's anxious loins.
"My God!" Debbie shrieked. "My God! I can feel it! I can feel it building ... oh Lord!"
Between her pumping loins was a mass of sweet, wonderful thrusting. The intensity of sensation emanating from it became more and more powerful with every passing micro-second. She felt an uncontrollable thrust of a billion tiny needles filling her pores, until she began shouting as she came, madly.
"Come, come, come," Judy chanted, nailing the massive rubber cock into her lust filled cunt. And the harder she rammed, the more intensely did Debbie feel her multiple climaxes.
Orgasm climbed on orgasm as never before. The solid rubber prong refused to shrink. It continued thrusting madly into her, enhancing all thrills and sensations, continually plunging ceaselessly into her belly.
"No more," Debbie shrieked. "No more. I can't stand it. It's too much ... " and her voice seemed to strangle as it broke and simply died away. And then another climax slammed into her with the velocity of a rocket ship and she was ready to blackout.
That was when Judy squeezed the artificial testicles and a powering rush of warm water flooded her interior. And then she did faint.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Judy became Debbie's close friend from then on. For all of the next week the two girls fucked one another continuously with the dildo. But Debbie did not tell Judy about her pending date Saturday evening with Larry Haroldson.
The dildo had whetted Debbie's appetite for cock even more. True it was a "cock" that would never quit. But it lacked the warmth, and the feel of reality she'd experienced when a real prick had moved into her cunt. Haroldson had promised her at least two cocks, and maybe more. She wanted to see just how long it would take a multitude of penises to fuck her to total fulfillment.
Besides, all she and Judy could do was fuck one another or eat each other out. Debbie had developed an insatiable hunger for phallus-meat. She loved sucking and licking and even chewing on a real penis. There would have been no point in using her mouth on Judy's rubber imitation. Much of her own pleasure was derived from seeing how she stimulated a man. She had loved watching the way her uncle had writhed and squirmed in her cunt and in her mouth. She had even enjoyed, to a limited extent, the way Larry had reacted when he'd pushed his peter into her ass.
Peter! Judy had taught her that word among others.
Debbie wondered how other people, so-called normal people, could continue going day after day without being constantly fucked. But then she remembered herself prior to being initiated by her uncle. Was it possible so many people in the world were totally unaware of sex? No, no. It was something else. It was probable the world was filled with Larry Haroldsons, all of whom were so inadequate, that sex was a momentary thing with them, not worth more than what Judy had called a Wham-Bam, Thank You Ma'am.
How horrible! How awful! How totally degenerate!
She would have to find out for herself. She would have to discover if almost all men were like Larry Haroldson. And what better way to do this than to keep her date with Haroldson this coming Saturday evening.
Haroldson picked her up at eight o'clock in front of the same restaurant. He was, as usual, neatly dressed in a dark suit, looking like much more of a man than she knew him to be.
"Well head straight for my place," he told her. "What I have in mind will take half the night."
Sure, Debbie thought, wrapping her mink tightly around her. If your friend or friends are anything like you, this'll probably be as boring as last Friday night.
She was wearing a short mini-skirt and simple white blouse. Though she had on thick nylon pantyhose to keep out the cold, she wore nothing else underneath. A bra and panty would only get in the way, and would be two more things she would have to put on, afterward.
When they got to Haroldson's rustic cabin, Debbie saw two other cars parked outside. She let Haroldson usher her inside, and as she draped her mink over a nearby chair, she met the other men. There were three others.
The first one introduced to her was Albert. Albert was short, with frizzy black hair covering his face as well as his head. He had a large nose on which he had perched steel-framed glasses.
Next came Walter. Walter had the slick look of an outdated Valentino. He also had a mustache, and a phony smile that bothered her. Finally there was Ed. Ed had a slim mustache, also, but that was the only thing slim about him, He had a barrel chest and a big ass. Like Walter, Ed was far from tall, but neither man was as short as Albert. Walter and Ed were smoking, and from the smell, Debbie realized it wasn't tobacco.
There was another girl there, as well. They called her Ruth. She had short blond hair swept up, and she had a dumpy figure, plainly visible beneath the drab dress she was wearing.
Debbie laughed to herself. She could have probably handled all four men. She didn't need any assistance from Ruth. But she would soon find out, Ruth wasn't there to ease her burden, but to eventually add to it.
"Have a drink," Albert said, handing her a brandy.
"Sure, why not!" she shrugged, and took the tumbler from him.
Haroldson put a stack of records on a nearby phonograph, and as the rhythmic sounds filled the room, the four men, along with Ruth, began undressing. Debbie watched, sipping her brandy, realizing her drink tasted funny, even for brandy.
Walter led Ruth to the rug in front of the blazing fireplace, got her on her back, and without any preliminaries, pumped his wang right into her. Debbie stared at them, noting Walter had a better shape than Ruth. Ruth had small breasts, and they were loose and hanging. Even horizontal, with her breasts falling into her body, Debbie could see how much excess flesh the other girl had. The only thing really feminine about her was her cunt.
Ruth's legs were hanging over Walter's shoulders, and he was pounding his solid prick (which was shorter and thinner than Larry Haroldson's) as far up into her humid pussy as it would go. Debbie could hear the sound of their pubic hairs as they mingled. It mixed with the clapping sounds made by their joining bellies and the thwacking of his balls against the bottom of her hot split.
Larry had turned out the lights and had put on strobes, making the awesome scene in front of the blazing fire look like something out of Dante's Inferno. Then he walked up behind Debbie and put an arm around her waist from the rear, resting the flat of his hands against her firm belly.
"There's a sight to get you all hot and bothered," he whispered in her ear, and Debbie shuddered from the pressure of his warm breath.
He was right. Under the blinking stroboscopic lights it was impossible to tell Ruth was a plain, dumpy-looking woman. She looked as sexy as any movie star or model. And the pounding of Walter's slick prick into the depths of her creaming quim, added to the sounds their bodies made was enough to set Debbie's blood boiling.
"You really enjoy watching people fuck, don't you," he whispered. "Well what the hell, you're like me. I enjoy watching it, too. It gets me all hot. C'mon, we'll flop down on the rug beside 'em and join in. This way we can watch close up while we fuck, ourselves. Tonight's going to be one groovy ball."
"I hope so," Debbie muttered. "You'll see," Haroldson assured her, sensuously removing her clothes.
Debbie slowly turned, pressing her naked body against his, pressing the mound of her muff against the thickening cock between his thighs. She could feel it enlarging and decided he might be worth one more try.
They walked to the hearth, and as they kneeled down together, Debbie felt oil seeping from her crotch. Her warming pussy was already anxiously expecting to be thrilled by the plunging pressure of his hot cock.
She turned and looked at the two other men. They were standing nearby, taking in all the action, When she turned around and looked back at Haroldson, she saw him sitting on the rug with his thighs wide apart. And sticking out from between his thighs was that six and a half inch hard-on, looking wicked under the strobes. In spite of the I orange glow coming from the fireplace, it was the power of the white strobe lights that dominated. Haroldson looked like something carved from ivory and ebony. But then, so did everyone else. So did she. The intense black and white gave a satanic shape to his phallus making it look like a curved wand of ivory. It seemed porcelain-smooth, and the flashing lights made it appear to be pulsing and throbbing with tremendous vitality.
She knew Haroldson was staring at her. His ferret-like eyes were wandering all over her body, caressing her tits, teasing her belly, delving into the steelwool appearance of her pubic hair, looking at the ragged outer edges of her labia, whose coral color had turned to a bleached white under the lights.
Reaching out, she grabbed his throbbing pecker ... did Judy teach her that word? ... in her hot fist. It felt like a piece of warming metal, and it pulsed in her palm as she applied pressure all around it. The heavy drop of liquid seeping from the head was a bleached white, and it seemed to stick like a drop of heavy dew. Debbie slowly dipped her head, and sticking out her tongue, lightly licked it away, hardly touching the broiling flesh of his ivory phallus.
Haroldson wrapped his arms around her body as her head came up, and they rolled onto the rug together. His arms were like steel manacles around her waist. Her swollen breasts were being crushed against his hairy chest, and she felt the eagerness of his iron prick as it rubbed against her stomach.
He was rubbing his cock back and forth against her stomach, as if he was actually fucking her navel. She turned her head to watch Ruth and Walter continue their rutting, but the other couple was totally oblivious to them. Ruth had her thighs up so high, her calves were crossed behind his neck as his shoulders pushed into the backs of her knees. She was heaving her hot cunt at his lancing dick as if every stroke would be the last. Her short hair looked messy, and a sheen of sweat made her entire body shine. Walter's hands had moved around Ruth's thighs, gripping her shoulders for leverage. All of Ruth's body seemed to lift up off the floor as she bent forward, clinging to Walter's neck with her arms and thighs. She began screaming, "Here I come, Walter, here I come ... I'm coming, coming, coming ..."
"Come you bitch!" Walter grunted, heaving his penis into her scathing cunt.
"Eeeeeeeaaarrrggghhhhhh!" Ruth screamed, her head falling back and her mouth gaping much like the cunt Walter was fucking. Her eyes seemed to roll back in her head until Debbie could only see white.
"Urrrrrrgggnnnggghhhaaarrraaahhhggghhhhhh," Walter bellowed, coming madly, jerking his body against Ruth's.
Debbie heard his wheezing as his breath constricted in his lungs. She watched Ruth absorb the length of his cock again and again until she suddenly bent forward, and like a kamikaze flyer diving on a helpless ship, she pressed her entire self against him as her arms and thighs wrapped themselves even more tightly around his neck. She squealed and sobbed as his love juice continued squirting into her, and Debbie was totally enthralled by the sight of it. She had to admit Larry Haroldson was really trying his best to please her.
Staring at this mad scene of frantic humping under the strobes caused the passionate water bubbling in her own seething pussy to boil even faster. New, heavy rivulets of slick pussy oil seemed to seep from all the membranes of her fuck hole. God! She needed to fuck. She needed to fuck badly.
She felt Haroldson's cock begin pushing its way into the blistering confines of her teeming twat. In spite of its slenderness, she found her cunt muscles adapting to it, tightening themselves around it, and she could hear Haroldson yelling, "Oh Christ! What a hot, tight cunt. I've never fucked a cunt this tight before. Debbie, baby, your cunt is as tight as your ass."
Debbie felt Larry's pinky rubbing her navel, as if trying to fuck into that indentation, as well. He had his other hand covering her right nipple, pressing his palm against it in a tight little circle. Debbie sighed, letting her own head fall back. She felt Larry's hot cock poke in a little deeper. Her sucking vaginal walls tightly gripped it, making her realize she had developed the muscles in her vulva without meaning to. Oddly, he applied very gentle pressure as his pressuring cock slid a little deeper into her tortured pussy. He used the thumb of one hand to rub her aching clit, while the pinky continued teasing her navel.
Halfway into the squeezing tightness of her cunt, Larry stopped. He continued rubbing his thumb against her throbbing clit, driving her mad with passion. She felt the hard pressure of his rubbing glans poking against the ceiling of her cunt tunnel, where all her sensitive nerves were strung out. It felt much bigger than it really was, and the sensation of throbbing warmth she'd missed when Judy had used the dildo on her was now a reality all over again.
His mouth had come down to her breasts, and his tongue was working all over them. The pressure was too much for Debbie who realized how much she'd missed a real cock.
Gripping Larry tightly, she spun him over on his back so that she was now on top, riding down the rest of his solid mast. She slid down slowly, feeling her hot pussy resist every last little bit of the way. As the prong jazzed all the way up into her, she let out a loud gasp. The sensation of it cutting through her watering cunt was completely overpowering.
She was determined to enjoy what she could, this time. Whether or not he would be able to stay hard until she finally came was something she didn't know, but she did know she intended to enjoy feeling him inside her as long as she had him there. Her pussy-muscles tightened strongly around the slender rod, and the feeling was good. It was not only good for her, but good for him as he gurgled, unable to speak because he was so totally overcome with her tightness.
Debbie let out a moan of joy as she felt the full length of his flesh cylinder engulfed by her sucking cunt. She leaned forward, letting her ballooning tits rub hard against his hairy chest, then proceeded to elevator her cunt up and down the greased pole surrounded by her hot, slick membranes. Haroldson's nails dug into her back, and had they been any longer they would have cut her.
Debbie grunted, literally hunching forward and humping her cunt up and down, back and forth, feeling like a little girl riding a horse on a carousel. Larry was grunting as well, and the sounds of his radiating groans increased the flaming temperature in her boggy cunt. She compressed her pussy walls that much more, squeezing more tightly around the silky skin of his steellike cock.
Their bodies seemed to reach a mutual understanding where motion was concerned as her thighs rose and fell from his. Larry's fingers were pressing into the roundness of her ass, and Debbie was determined to see if she could literally snap his cock in two with the muscles of her squeezing cunt. The more she bounced, the easier she found it to move on top of him.
She felt as if she were the one in control of the situation. All the other times, she had been the passive partner. Her head raised, then her body lifted, and though she remained connected to him, feeling his cotter pin pressed all the way into her steaming slot, she was moving more freely than ever. Her head fell back and her long, brown hair actually touched his shins as his gripping arms held her waist to keep her from tumbling over, backward. Her knees dug into the rug on either side of him as her own hands gripped his arms.
She felt one of his hands slip off her waist and move to their fulcrums. He pressed a thumb between them and began massaging her lubricant-soaked clit, and she found the pressure exciting beyond thought. He pressed so hard, it actually hurt her, yet she didn't mind the pain. The thrilling, passionate sensations were rising in her more and more rapidly, and she suddenly realized she was screaming out a one-word command.
"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" she ordered again and again in a screeching voice that sounded as if it were coming from some kind of hysterical lunatic, Yet there was no way she could retain control of herself.
Sitting back as she was became too excruciating. The pressure of his thumb on her quaking clit was driving her insane. She threw her body forward, crushing his hand between his pelvis and hers so the thumb couldn't move. She jackhammered her ass up and down rapidly, realizing he was already dangerously close to the precipice of orgasm. The gurgles in his throat were like dry, grating sand now. The muscles of his youthful body began tightening, and suddenly she felt him quiver, quake, and spasm, as hot waves of splashing come shot up into her.
Debbie screwed her ass as far down against his cock as she possibly could, wanting to feel every last fraction of meat inside her before it began shriveling. She sat up again, feeling his thumb go back to work even as he heaved his body upward, coming into her hot, sucking chamber.
"Ayaaaaaaggghhhhhh ... " Larry screamed a shuddering yell, sounding like a cross between the howl of a male wolf and the cry of a triumphant savage plunging his full length of spear into the body of an enemy.
His head flung itself from side to side as his fingers once again dug into her tender hips. He was gasping and crying at the same time.
Debbie wanted to come. She wanted it more than anything else at that moment. She shut her eyes and willed her body to reach some sort of orgasm, and as if responding to her will, she felt the climax well up inside her. It wasn't an all-consuming, overpowering, body-slamming sensation, but it was a lot better than the piddling relief she'd received the last time she'd been with Larry. She could feel his own climax more strongly than the one coursing through her body. His semen fountained into her with the strength of "Old Faithful" and the force of it splashing against her womb threatened to rocket her body up against the ceiling. And all the while her cunt expanded and contracted around the cock like a gripping fist.
Her knees pressed into Larry's hips and she was now fallen against his body, gripping his shoulders. His arms were now around her, preventing her from falling off as he still spouted gobs of weighty sperm into her. She was amazed at how much spunk he had stored inside his balls. It was as if he intended flooding her body with an entire reservoir of the cream.
The cock was shriveling now, and no matter what her muscles did, it wouldn't stay hard. She felt it become a flaccid, wormy thing, and she finally sat up and rolled off. Her face fell to the carpet next to that of Ruth who was smiling from ecstasy.
"It's so great," Ruth was murmuring. "It's so great. I could go on forever."
"Me too," Debbie admitted, openly anxious for more.
Larry had dragged himself off, flopping in a corner somewhere, and the barrel-chested man called Ed was staring at her with his tongue hanging out.
"Christ!" Ruth told her, "I enjoy it so much, and yet I always get the feeling there's more. I wish I knew what to do to make things even better."
Before Debbie could reply, she felt her head start spinning. Everything looked odd, almost grotesque and out of proportion. It was as if she were looking at the world through a wide-angle lens. And yet, her senses felt heightened.
She had been drugged. There had been something in that drink, and it was first starting to take effect now. The people in the room no longer looked like ordinary people, but extremely sensual, beautiful people. Ruth, who had seemed so dumpy before, now looked beautiful. Her flesh, which had seemed so lizardlike before, now looked smooth and creamy.
"What's wrong with me?" she called out. "Why do I feel this way?"
"Acid!" Larry called out from somewhere. "LSD! Don't sweat it, kid. Just relax and enjoy the trip. It'll make everything feel a lot better."
The flashing strobe lights were suddenly much too sensitive for her eyes. She shut them, trying to shut the world away. Her mind began roaming wildly.
"Ruth," she gasped, "help me, help me. I'm afraid."
She reached out and grabbed Ruth's shoulders as the two lay there, and she heard the other girl whisper, "Easy, huh. Just relax and don't fight it, and you won't have a bad trip. Just open up your body and your mind to it."
Debbie found herself being cradled in Ruth's arms, and little by little her apprehension eased. She looked up and saw the hardened nipples of the other woman's breasts and her mouth watered. She wanted to suck them.
"Good girl," Ruth whispered, when she felt Debbie's lips lightly press her left nipple. "Now get ready for some real action."
There was going to be more. Now that the queasiness was passing, she realized she was hotter than ever. She was going to be fucked and fucked and fucked. Larry had promised her she would not be disappointed this time.
Letting Ruth's nipple fall from her mouth, she turned her head and saw both Ed and the one called Albert, standing above her. And though she knew their penises were small, in her befogged mind, the two wangs suddenly looked tremendous.
CHAPTER NINE
In her drug-fogged mind, Debbie didn't see Ed and Albert as two young men with undersized penises. Instead she thought she was staring at demi-gods. The flashing strobe lights made strange, weird effects play on her mind, creating the illusion that their skin was changing from white to black to white to black, and so on. Though the one called Ed had a barrel chest, and the one called Albert had a skinny little body, in Debbie's mind they seemed to be perfect specimens of manhood, with sleek, slender torsos. She thought of slinking panthers and other primitive creatures moving through jungles.
Everything else suddenly seemed totally irrelevant. She wanted to possess, and be possessed by, those two sweating bodies.
Loud, whirring internal generators seemed to start working inside her body. In spite of her climax with Haroldson she felt she was hotter than ever. She was as hot as she'd been the two times her uncle had worked on her.
In the flashing strobes she studied her own body and decided she was even more beautiful than she'd originally believed. Her cannon-shell tits seemed firmer than ever, and the swollen nipples were so tight she thought they'd explode. Her lush thighs looked rounder and sleeker than ever, and seemed to have been chiseled from warm marble.
Her eyes moved to Ruth, who seemed more and more beautiful, as well. In fact, Ruth's beauty became so overwhelming, it seemed like too much for one woman. A hundred Ruths seemed to dance in front of her.
A soft thud made her aware of the fact that Ed and Albert had fallen on their knees beside her supine body. Albert's leaking penis was close to her face. In spite of its magnificence, it still looked small, even at full erection. Even so, Debbie stared at it as if it were some kind of icon, to be worshipped.
Then she saw the tiny cock move away from her face. On the other side of her, Ed was also moving down, toward the lower half of her body.
Ruth came over and shifted her so she was lying on her left side. Ruth forced her right leg up and open, then pointed to Albert who nodded and lowered his face between her thighs. She felt his face rub between her loins, and suddenly his cool lips touched her shivering twat. When his tongue licked against her trembling clit, she heard a siren sound, and suddenly realized it was she who was yelling a loud, "Awwaahhheeeaaawww!"
She would have continued screeching had not Ruth's lips come down on hers, shutting off any sounds from her throat. Even so, her body twitched madly as she felt Albert's tongue lick through the deep recesses of her burning pussy. She knew the drug was enhancing all her sensations, because even with its effects, Albert's tongue didn't feel quite as good as her uncle's. This meant without the drug he was probably one lousy cuntlapper.
Cuntlapper! The word echoing in her mind made her giggle. Albert was a cuntlapper. He was lapping her cunt.
Even so, because of the drug, it felt as if she had not one cunt, but a hundred cunts. And Albert had a hundred tongues, licking madly away inside each one of her hairy-lipped orifices. Every tiny cell in each of her pussies tingled electrically as the tongue sparked its way through her static passageway again and again.
The movies she had seen came to mind, again. She recalled the one showing her cunnilingus for the first time. She remembered the very closeup view she'd had of the interior of the cunt just before it was kissed, and now it was her cunt. Her own box looked exactly the same. She could see the pinkness, the depth, the clasping, sucking, dripping walls. And now, as Albert's tongue swathed through it, she could picture the pink tongue reaming into the redness of her tunnel as blood raced through her hot membranes.
Soon she felt her mind moving far deeper into her own cunt than Albert's tongue could ever penetrate. She could see the continuous movement of her pussy walls, expanding and contracting as she heavily panted. The walls, which had been pink, were now blood-red, and lit by a strange luminescence. She felt as if she were traveling into the bowels of hell, and yet that hell was her own cunt. It was heaven and hell combined.
She felt Albert's narrow tongue flatten itself and lick up and down, up and down, slurping as far into her leaking channel as it could go, and once more she giggled, knowing it would never go as far as she had just gone. She felt Larry's spunk sliding out of her, covering Albert's tongue, but he simply gulped it down and went on lapping. On every upstroke, Albert's tongue leaped out of her hot trench and licked at her quivering clit. She began moving her buttocks to the rhythm of his primitive, maddening licking, and was helped along by Ed's mouth as he chewed on her asscheeks, speeding her up.
Opening her eyes, Debbie saw Ruth squatting near her head, three fingers of her right hand buried inside her own hot cunt. She was rocking back and forth, keeping pace with the mad rhythms set by Albert's tongue and Ed's teeth.
"Need ... more," she heard Ruth gasp, as if her voice were a distant echo. "Need ... more."
She pulled her dripping fingers from her cunt and licked them off, then eased her body on top of Debbie's, placing her knees on either side of Debbie's head. Debbie knew what she wanted, but lying on her side as she was, she found it difficult to comply.
"It's all right," Ruth told her, when she wanted to strain her neck and turn her head. "Just lie there.
She managed to turn Debbie's body a little, so the girl was now lying half on her side, half on her back. She slid back rather than forward, and Debbie watched as Ruth attempted the impossible. With her weight on her knees now, and her thighs hovering above Debbie's chest, Ruth reached down with both hands and grabbed one of Debbie's heavy tits. She massaged the nipple, making it elongate even more than before, and then suddenly pressed the nipple between her thighs. She used one hand to force the tit into her groin, while with her other hand she parted her sticky cuntlips. She was pressing the nipple into her hot slot, letting the groove of her cunt ride along the rounded part of her mammary. Her clitoris was actually pushing against her aureole with her hand still gripping her tit tightly. She was squealing, uttering short, noisy little sounds each time she scraped her clit across Debbie's tit. And Debbie felt her nipple push into Ruth's sopping cunt, and the heat increased her own anxiety even more.
It seemed crazy, but Debbie actually enjoyed it. She was fucking Ruth's cunt with her tit and getting a charge from it. With her own hands she helped push the boob farther up into the stifling pussy. The sensation caused her own cunt to leak even more, and she could hear Albert's slurping sounds as he drank her heavy secretions.
Oddly enough, Ruth was the one who came. And as she began shrieking a loud, "Eeeeeeeaaaaaagggggghhh!" she attempted shoving even more of Debbie's full, meaty tit into her narrow cunt. She tugged her sticky labia apart, and Debbie, wanting to help, almost sat up as she pressed the breast between Ruth's thighs.
To Debbie it was marvelous. No masculine mouth engulfing her boob had ever felt as overpowering as the burning sheath pouring its lubricant over it, now.
Debbie's drugged mind thrilled to the sensation so much, she actually imagined her tit was a solid cock probing into the flaming depths of Ruth's womanly cauldron. Thrill built upon thrill in Debbie's body. Though she knew not much more than her nipple could really fit inside Ruth's slavering cunt, the drug made her think the entire mammary was being stuffed into the other girl's tightness. She would have to try this with Judy sometime. She was sure it would drive the young maid crazy. The only thing she wasn't able to do was shoot spunk into the cunt.
She realized Albert had stopped lapping her pussy. This took a good deal of the sensation away from Debbie, almost bringing her back to reality.
And then she felt that old familiar delight as Albert's tiny, almost-miniscule pecker began sliding into the burning hotness of her cunt. It was so slender, it seemed to almost slide right in with very little resistance. Ruth had pulled her body off Debbie's, and for a moment Debbie lay half-turned, her right leg lifted so Albert could fit between her thighs, ramming his thermometerlike penis as far up into her cunt as it would go.
Debbie felt her own hot, inner flesh easily yielding to the thin, sliding pecker. Her own flesh felt hot and burning, and she could feel the pressure of Ed's fingers on her asscheeks, making her think he was trying to finger-fuck her pores. She was having all kinds of squirming thrills. There were tiny little explosions coursing through her body. She heard Albert gasp, and in the blinking strobe lights saw his pimpled face come close to hers in an attempt to kiss her lips.
Even in this drug-induced state, where her mind had made her think the man had the body of a Greek god, she had no desire to kiss his face. The pimples were so much larger, the white heads seemed to stand out like beacons. If the rest of him seemed beautiful, his face's ugliness was enhanced all the more.
Her ass shook with delight as she felt his pencil-thin prick plunge in and out of her. Her cunt-muscles were adjusting to its slimness, and she was tightening them to where she could actually apply pressure and enjoy the sensation. His cock found her cunt resisting every step of the way now, yet Debbie imagined what would happen if she loosened her cunt muscles. Her pussy would open like a great, gaping rictus, and she would swallow in every bit of him, right up to his feet. She laughed aloud, picturing herself stuffed with the body of Albert, with his kicking feet sticking out of her cunt.
"Come on," she screamed at him. "Start fucking, you prick. Put that thing into me and move it around."
The sound of her voice seemed to turn him on more than ever. He pumped wildly, screaming unknown obscenities as he powered his cock back and forth. And all the while she could feel Ed's mouth licking into the crevice in her ass, his tonguetip tickling her asshole as she shuddered and tightened her vaginal muscles all the more.
Debbie brought her right leg down and wrapped it tightly around Albert's body. It brought him closer to her, but it didn't make her feel as if her cunt was being driven into any more deeply.
Unwinding her thighs from around his body, she pushed him back, then brought her thighs around in front and let it drape over his shoulder, much the way she had seen Ruth do it with Walter, earlier. This seemed to help, as his skinny wang seemed able to probe into her a little deeper.
The drug was making her feel wilder than ever. She didn't know how she could keep this pace up much longer. Everything seemed enhanced. Thrill built upon heavy thrill, as her body continued shuddering against his. Continuous, tiny orgasms pulsed through her body, setting off charges inside her the way an electric guidance system could send a signal to a distant surface-to-air missile.
Albert was trying, she had to give him that much. He was hauling his skinny thighs all the way back before slamming them forward again, slamming into her cunt with such ferocity, she felt herself actually move a fraction of an inch each time. Had she been lying on the slippery hardwood floor, she'd have been at the other end of the room.
Her flesh was soaked with heavy perspiration, while inside her pussy was drenched with lubrication. Her walls were still tightening around his skinny prick. She could feel the rasping pressure of his cock now, as it rubbed all four of her suffocating vaginal walls.
"I'm gonna come," she heard him yell. "I'm gonna come!"
"I should hope so," she snapped back. "Stop talking and come already."
And then, as he screamed a high-pitched, "Eeeeeeeyipe!" she felt the first threads of his semen spurt into her.
Had it not been for the drug, she would have been disgusted and disappointed with the whole thing. As it was, the LSD caused the spurts she felt to seem as if they were heavy floods, and suddenly she found she was coming, too. Once again, it wasn't an overpowering thrill. Not even the drug could do that. But it was an adequate enough sensation. She didn't feel totally let down or disappointed. What was only a few seconds seemed like hours to her. What were mere droplets of sperm appeared to be floods to her.
The drug was really working on her now as she left all of her reality behind. Every little second was enhanced all the more. She felt thrilled beyond belief, and yet it wasn't the orgasms doing it to her. She knew it was all artificially-induced. She was experiencing something totally unbelievable.
Through it all, even with her reality gone, she hoped she would never be drugged again. Somehow, her fogged, imaginative mind knew no matter how good the sensations felt, they were nothing but her imagination. The thrills, the feelings, the wonderful sensations imparted by her uncle's prick were really the best feelings, because they were real.
At least Albert's skinny little prick managed to remain hard for awhile. It continued moving in and out, in and out, until through the dimness she heard voices telling him to move over and let someone else get his turn.
Albert's skinny prick slid out of her, and suddenly she felt herself filled with another cock. It wasn't much thicker than Albert's, and the slimy goo he had left inside her made the other cock's entrance very easy. It went in with a "whoosh." And then she felt wiry pubic hairs grinding against her flesh as she was being pulled onto her side. Her eyes managed to make out the face of Walter, the one who had been fucking Ruth, earlier. His cock had hardened again, and he was stuffing it as far into her tightness as he could.
In spite of the oily sperm, she knew Walter was amazed at the tightness of her grasping pussy. Her cunt muscles were developing to where she probably could have gripped a needle.
And then she felt another cock probing from behind. Without looking she knew it was Ed. He had been the most patient of the four men, and he was out of patience. His cock was as small as the others, but it was a bit thicker, which was not the best thing for her asshole. Larry's had been the only cock she had taken in the ass, and that one had been difficult enough. Now Ed's was pressing against her sphincter, and it was a little thicker than Larry's. It was pressing in harder and harder. And with the other cock pressed into her seething pussy, there was even more pressure since only a thin membrane of tissue separated her cunt from her asshole.
"No!" she heard herself shout. "No! Not this way." She didn't want to be the meat in anybody's sandwich. She frantically attempted to squeeze Ed's cock out of her asshole, but the more violently she tightened her ass muscles, the harder he shoved, until she found he was just about all the way in.
She was about to panic as fear gripped her all the more strongly, when she felt Ruth caress her brow and whisper, "Relax, Debbie. You're fighting, again. Don't fight it. Relax, enjoy it. Wait and see how great the feeling can be. Your asshole is just another cunt. You can come in there as well as in your cunt. So relax. Enjoy it. You're being double-fucked."
The words seemed to make sense to Debbie. Double-fucked! Why not! She had come in her ass the time Larry Haroldson had fucked her there. Why not two orgasms? Why not one in her cunt and one in her ass.
Debbie relaxed her body, and felt Ed's cock begin sliding back and forth in her asshole, matching the rhythm of Walter's skinny cock in her cunt. She felt Ed reach around and grab her two tits, holding onto them so he could lever himself into her rear-end more effectively. He squeezed and crushed her full breasts, grinding the nipples in his palms. His prick seemed to move all the more deeply into her rectum. The knobby head led the rest of the pole deeper and deeper. Even as he plunged in right up to the end, she felt a small anal orgasm take hole of her. It tightened her ass tunnel around his pulsing dick, which only made him shove all the harder as he grunted an "Arrrgghhh! Come on, lady, keep moving that ass of yours."
His cock seemed stiffer and harder than ever as he plunged it in and out of her scathing asshole. And at the same time Walter was ramming his own saber into the sheath of her teeming cunt. He was arching his body away from hers, pressing his cock all the more deeply into her. His tiny cock remained locked inside her nest and didn't seem to be moving as much, though he was hardly letting it merely soak. At the same time she also felt Ed pull his body away from hers, though his cock remained buried in her anus.
She smelled Ruth's pussy before she saw it. But when she looked up, there was the sliced, succulent gash, dripping with Walter's semen, moving in such a way as to press itself to her face as Ruth lay sideways in order not to make Debbie strain her neck. And though she had no idea why she felt she wanted to eat Ruth's cunt, Debbie knew the desire in her was overpowering. She raised her head and let one soft thigh slide underneath, lying against it as she felt the other thigh come down. She let her tongue tickle the two loins, moving from the left one to the right one and back again as her mouth came ever-closer to the murky center of cunt. And then the labia slowly pressed against her mouth, sealing off the rest of the world the way a pressure cooker's lid seals off air from whatever is inside the cooker. Debbie lashed her tongue straight up through the leaking furrow, making Ruth quiver. She let it ride back and forth inside the soft, full-fleshed opening, then stabbed between her labia until she could taste the boiling liquidlike membranes within.
Ruth screamed loudly, but because of the way her thighs surrounded Debbie's ears, Debbie didn't hear a thing. But it stimulated the two men, and the both of them began punching their cocks in and out of her two holes with renewed vigor. They were fucking with an alternate rhythm. As Walter plunged in, Ed pulled back. As Ed moved forward, Walter retreated. It made Debbie's entire body shudder back and forth with each combination of probings.
The sensations were wonderful, and Debbie wanted to shout it to the world. But opening her mouth only brought her lips and tongue into stronger contact with Ruth's seething snatch. The vibrations from her shouting seemed to shoot straight up into Ruth's burning well, making her shudder, causing her to rub her pussy against Debbie's mouth all the harder.
Debbie wished she could really see what was going on. It was the kind of sight that would set her to fucking for years to come.
Ruth's thighs scissored more tightly around her head as she eagerly lapped into the girl's unending well. Debbie felt her lips and tongue melt into the softness of the slushy cunt. She could taste Walter's spunk, but at this stage of the game it only made her hotter. The way Ruth was jamming her split against her face made Debbie think the other girl was aching for even more of her licking tongue. And Debbie would have given it to her had her tongue been longer. She was enjoying the taste of Ruth's come-filled cunt. With Judy, there had been no sperm.
Christ! Debbie had to admit she felt wonderful. It wasn't the drug ... not really. She would have enjoyed all this without anything to hype up her system, because she was a total sex addict. And once she got started on anything sexual, there was no way she would stop until some kind of satisfaction had been achieved by everyone.
Her arms were around Ruth's thighs, her hands gripping the girl's ass. She pushed her tongue ever-deeper, hoping to give as much pleasure as she was getting. This, too, was something difficult for her to assess. No matter how much pleasure she tried giving, it wouldn't be nearly enough if the other person didn't have her sensitivity.
She could feel Ruth's tender loins pressing against her ears, rubbing back and forth, increasing the heat in her own body. But the pressure was becoming too much for her tongue. She wasn't used to cuntlapping, and the muscles in her tongue were strained.
Scooping her tongue straight up, she pulled it out of Ruth's hole and began licking her swollen bead of clit. The tiny nubbin of flesh was no bigger than a split-pea, and Debbie licked voraciously at it, knowing how much she enjoyed having her own clit lapped. At times like this, it took a woman to know what another woman would most appreciate. Her lips pulled on the button of clit with the anxiety of a calf sucking its mother's teat. And from the way Ruth was gyrating, Debbie knew she was getting to her. And all the while, Ed and Walter were fucking her, back and front, enhancing her own sensations. But all their fucking did was enhance the enjoyment she was getting from sucking Ruth's quivering clitoris.
Somehow, Walter managed to get a bit more "english" into his thrusting cock, and suddenly Debbie felt a strong climax starting to well up inside her. This was her first strong climax of the evening. Mad sensations emanated through her broiling cunt as she bucked her body more powerfully forward than back, responding to the way the cock in her cunt was zinging her. Flashes shot through the tunnel of her seething cunt, making her blaze with an unknown love, electrifying each cunt wall as if it were a metal grid. Her inner tunnel began pulsating more and more strongly as walls inside began opening and closing with astounding rapidity.
The plunging which brought about her climax speeded up, and suddenly she felt Walter unleash his second load of the night. It wasn't much. It was less than Albert's first load, but the way he continued pumping into her made her feel so good, her cunt and her asshole tightened, putting pressure on both cocks, and suddenly she felt the anal orgasm shooting through her twitching body, slamming head-on into her vaginal climax. She spasmed and shook with such force, all three of the people surrounding her felt the vibrations.
Ed, unable to control himself any longer, screamed a loud, "Yaaamggghhhhhhaaarrrrrrggghhh!" as he sent a load of boiling gism pumping into her squeezing ass. She could feel the burning liquid trying to burn through the wall separating her ass from her cunt in an effort to join up with the leaking droplets Walter had exploded into her.
Ruth's thighs tightened all the more around her head and face as she sucked the girl's shuddering clit. She felt splashes of sticky lubriciousness splash her face again and again as Ruth came madly, without ever seeming to approach a finale.
As she sucked the clit, Debbie felt a strange tingle at the back of her tongue. Suddenly, blending with the overpowering vaginal and anal orgasms she was enjoying, she felt a weird oral orgasm.
The combination of the three sensations at once proved too much for Debbie. She felt herself going under, down, down into a black pool of total climax. Every part of her body was having some kind of complete crisis.
And then there was nothing.
When she awoke, the other five were completely dressed. She was still naked, lying on the rug. The strobe lights had been turned off, and the lamps had been put on. She was staring up at Ruth who was smiling at her. Ruth once again looked like the plain, dumpy woman she had seemed when Debbie had first walked in.
CHAPTER TEN
"She's perfect," Albert was saying. "Hell! She's a one-woman whorehouse all by herself. You can't just stick her in with the other broads. She's too valuable. We gotta use her for the guys willing t'pay a hundred bucks or more, and that much by the hour. Christ! What a cunt she has. I ain't never felt a cunt squeeze my cock so tightly."
"What are you talking about?" Debbie asked, sitting up.
Getting to her feet, she staggered to the sofa, and sat. She noticed the other five were smiling broadly at her.
"We're talking about you," Larry Haroldson explained. "We have a job for you. A good job."
"I don't want a job," she told them. "I don't need one."
"The whole trouble is," Haroldson explained, "we need you. We need that valuable cunt, invaluable asshole, and priceless mouth of yours."
"I'm getting out of here," Debbie snapped. "I don't need to have anything to do with you people."
"Wrong!" Ed told her pushing her back on the couch. "We run a string of bordellos throughout the South. We're always looking for some good ass with which to stock the places. I mean, most girls there don't last long. Too much consistent fucking seems to make them grow old ahead of time. But I figure you got ten to fifteen good years in you."
"But I won't work for you," Debbie insisted.
"Kid," Walter told her. "You don't got no choice. See that crate over there?" he asked, pointing to a wooden crate in the corner. "We're gonna stuff you in there and ship you out to New Orleans. And you're gonna work for us as long as we can use you."
"What kind of monsters are you?" Debbie asked, feeling panicky.
"We're not so bad," Walter told her. "You do as you're told, and in the next ten to fifteen years, you might earn enough dough with which to retire gracefully. I mean, you'll be able to afford to pay young boys t'do t'you what men are gonna pay you for. Actually we'll get the money, and we'll give you a fair share of it."
"No!" Debbie screamed. "Let me out of here."
"Ruth, use the needle," Walter said.
Debbie saw Ruth take a hypodermic she'd been holding behind her back and approach Debbie.
"Relax," she said in her soothing voice, attempting to lull Debbie off-guard. "This won't hurt. Wait and see. And you'll love your work. I can predict that right now. You'll really love your work."
But before anyone could do or say anything, the door of the cabin was smashed in, and four men, all with pistols, walked in. They were followed by Maurice Merlon.
"Still up to your games, eh Haroldson," he said, "This time you made a bad choice. You picked on my ward."
"But I didn't know ... " Haroldson began.
"You never seem to know or care," Merlon snapped. "This time you won't get away with it. My ward will not only testify as to your intentions, but each of my men here, who have been following Deborah quietly, at a discreet distance, will testify as to what you intended doing."
"What's all this about?" Debbie asked as her uncle threw her clothes to her.
But Merlon said nothing until the other five were bundled off by his private bodyguard. Then he drove Debbie home.
"You must hate me," she muttered as he went with her to her rooms.
"Why should I hate you?" he asked.
"Doing what I did."
"Debbie, my love, you have to discover the cruel world for yourself. Yes, when I'm home I expect you will grant my every whim, but when I'm not around, I have no right to demand absolute chastity of you. Not yet, at any rate."
"Who were those people?"
"White slavers. They steal girls from every part of the country and put them to work in whore houses throughout the world, reaping most of the money the girls earn."
"They would have done that to me?"
"Yes."
"And after the way I told you I hated you, you still came and rescued me?"
"I've had someone watching you every moment of every day, Debbie. You're much too young, trusting and inexperienced in the ways of the world to be on your own. I didn't buy you from your parents to serve you on a platter to those bastards."
"You know them, I see."
"Everyone around here knows them. But no one's ever been able to prove anything against them."
"I thought he was a CPA."
"Haroldson? He is, and a good one. But he's also a whoremaster. And now he's being put away once and for all, along with his four friends."
"Will there always be someone of yours watching me?" Debbie asked.
"When there comes a time that you're able to take care of yourself, no one will look after you."
"I see," Debbie nodded.
"Now I think you've had an exhausting evening, so I'll leave you alone."
He walked out slowly, shutting the door behind him. Debbie stared at the closed door, then, as if suddenly making up her mind, she turned, went to the bathroom, filler her tub, and let her body soak in it for a good half hour. She drained ail the sperm from the three men who had entered her cunt, and the one man who had entered her ass, out of her. She even douched both holes to make sure nothing remained.
Getting out of the tub, she dried herself off, then with absolutely nothing on, she opened her bedroom door, walked down the lengthy corridor, and approached her uncle's room. She knocked and waited for him to ask her in. A voice told her to enter.
Opening the door, she saw her uncle, sitting in a chair across the room. He was studying some business reports though he had changed to a dressing gown. When he saw her, he simply sat there and stared at her, silently.
Debbie entered the room, shutting the door behind her. She walked over to him and said, "I've had a chance to do a bit of thinking. It's funny, but I think I'm falling in love with you, Uncle Maurice. One can't help but love a person who loves her. But the love I feel for you is more than a reflection of your love for me. I've first come to realize how wonderful you really are."
"Thank you," was all he could say.
"I don't know if you want me anymore, after you saw what happened tonight. But if you do, you don't have to marry me. I'm willing to be your slave for the rest of my life. I don't need a lifetime income or anything else. Just let me do whatever it is I can do to make you happy."
"You love me that much?" he asked.
"Just let me prove it to you, Uncle Maurice. Please?"
"It's going to take a long time for you to prove it to me, Debbie," he told her, rising and removing his dressing gown.
He was still the same old fat man with the same paunch. But Debbie suddenly realized she loved that belly. It was part of a man she had come to adore.
"How long will it take?" she asked as they walked to his bed.
"All night, and all of tomorrow," he answered, kissing her.
