Although we hear more and more about women's rights and the equal treatment females demand with regard to male chauvinism, the fact remains, boys are boys, and girls are girls. If we attempted to educate them equally it is possible the morality of future generations might improve. Yet who have the courage to explain the facts of life to a thirteen year old girl? Isn't it far easier to talk about it with a boy the same age? Yet the liberationists claim females have the same driving force in them as males. Others claim they also have the same weaknesses, and as a result, exposing young girls to such knowledge at an early age can only corrupt them. But there are times in everyone's life, male and female, young and old, when unscrupulous individuals will attempt to corrupt them. Does keeping them ignorant prior to such corruption really help them? Would it not be far better to educate them early, letting them know what life is all about, therefore preparing them for what is to come? This way, won't young girls be better equipped to resist temptation?
This is the tale of a young girl who was totally ignorant and innocent, and even after her corruption remained mentally pure, since she could see no evil in surrendering her body to enjoyment. That she prefers the feeling of a tongue to anything else might, in part, be explained away by her being so small, and as a result, so unprepared to take in a phallic pole. It is a tribute to her common sense that she does not either go insane or become corrupted by the various, lascivious people who use her for their own enjoyment. This book should serve as a warning to other young girls, possibly aiding them to understand such things.
-THE PUBLISHERS
CHAPTER ONE
Pretty little Debbie Wells should have had nothing to worry about, in spite of being the prettiest girl in the local junior high school. But she lived in a house where there was no peace. Her father, an invalid who looked thirty years older than the thirty-eight he really was, seemed as if he might not last out the year. Where once no one would have dared even give her a covert glance for fear of having their heads lopped off by a rugged father, now everyone leered openly, and though Debbie had no idea why they were leering, she felt uncomfortable about it. Her brother, Bartholemew, was a tough, rugged boy, but he was, after all, only three years older than her thirteen years, and he was already working after school to help support the family.
Bart Senior, the father, had emphysema, but kept right on smoking, cursing out his wife, calling her a whore. He hadn't been able to lay her in more than two years, and she should have been frustrated but she continued with her household duties, always smiling, never complaining, and Bart suspected his wife was getting her action from someone else. And he was right. Laura was getting laid rather regularly, and from a source Bart would have never suspected.
Bart's brother, Elmo, had been having trouble with his son, Clarence. Clarence was eighteen, drove wildly, got consistently drunk-just like Bart-and he had already gotten a girl in trouble in his neighborhood. So Elmo had sent Clarence to Bart's house to live until things quieted down, a little. And while he stayed at Bart's house, Clarence was banging the ass off his aunt.
It wasn't that Laura had been looking to seduce Clarence, nor had Clarence been after his aunt's ass. It was one of those things that simply happened, and happening that first time, it had happened innumerable times since, usually when Bart was in the hospital getting oxygen treatments. And it so happened Debbie had seen what was happening that first time. She had an idea it was something she shouldn't be watching. Also, she knew it was something of which her father, brother, and the rest of the world would have disapproved. She did have enough sense to keep her mouth shut for awhile, and when she finally did speak of it, it was to Cousin Clarence, who immediately informed her what she had been seeing was simply a loving exchange between male and female. But it was a private exchange and not something to be discussed out in the open.
It had been a loving exchange, all right. Debbie vividly remembered all the love involved, and in her innocent mind she envied her mother for receiving such wonderful love from Cousin Clarence.
It had started in the kitchen while Debbie was in the nearby laundry room. Neither her mother nor her cousin had been aware of her presence since she'd come into the house by the side door. She had heard her mother asking Clarence why he drank so much, and the blond-haired boy had replied, "I dunno, Aunt Laura. It just makes me feel better to drink."
Debbie peered silently through the door, looking at them. Clarence was seated at the kitchen table facing away from her, and her mother, with her long, lustrous black hair was standing near the boy, looking at him, herself joining him in a drink.
Laura had been wearing shorts and a halter that day, because it had been a warm day. Her hot pants clung to her thighs, especially in her groin, making the folds of her womanly cunt seemingly bulge out against the material. And then she leaned forward to take his glass and put it in the sink, the firm, solid mounds of her breasts were almost completely exposed to his wandering eyes. There was more than a vibrant hint of chocolate around her nipples as they pressed into the material of the halter. And what a pair of tits they were, so round, so firm, so solidly stacked.
Clarence had always been envious of his uncle because his aunt was an absolutely stunning woman. She had gleaming green eyes and a short, turned up nose above full, ripe, sensuous lips. Although only five feet tall, she had a huge set of knockers, a trim waist, and wide, flaring hips that really pulled at the shorts she was wearing. Her long black hair fell down her back, tied with a red ribbon at her nape. As he stared at her, he felt a flush creep up his neck into his face, and he realized he was blushing. It was the first time in many years he was blushing, but he was unable to take his eyes off her vibrant, animal beauty. And Debbie could tell, even staring at the back of his blond head, that he liked her mother. At that time, she had been wishing he would like her the same way
Clarence was one good-looking boy. He was almost five feet eleven, with broad shoulders, a solid, hairless chest, a narrow waist and equally narrow hips. His youthful body seemed to bulge with muscles. And Debbie wasn't the only one to notice. Laura could see his youthful form with its bulging pectorals and enlarged biceps and triceps. More, because he was sitting a little away from the table, she could see the swelling of the muscle between his legs, pushing hard against his pants.
Clarence respected his aunt enough to avoid her eyes when she looked at him. He was aware she had seen his erection, and he felt embarrassed. He hadn't wanted her to know how hot he was for her.
For the first time in nearly two years, Laura felt tremendously aroused. Not having had a cock of any kind in all that time had nearly driven her up the proverbial wall. Seeing Clarence so aroused reminded her she was still a beautiful woman, a mere thirty five. Her fallopian tubes had been tied after the birth of Debbie, since she didn't want to accidentally have more kids. She and Bart had fucked wildly after that, until the booze and the smoking had finally taken its toll on him. He didn't even have the decency to go down on her, so her hot cunt had remained untouched for as long as his cock had been wilted.
I need a cock, she thought. I need a good, stiff, solid cock, and here's one, ready and waiting, and if I let it go, I'll never have another chance to use it again.
And Clarence, staring up into her smoldering eyes, knew his aunt was the sexiest woman in the world. She could have charmed a seraph out of heaven. Her body seemed to exude the purest animal desire, releasing it as if it were some kind of perfumed body odor. He could almost see it surrounding her, like some kind of fine mist. God! He felt the craziest urge to just reach out, grab her, throw her down on the kitchen table, and fuck her right there. And the funniest part of it all was, he felt she would welcome it. Clarence felt his throbbing cock twitch and jerk into sudden rigidity, a thing alive unto itself, as if straining to prove it could do what it needed to do.
God, no! he thought. Get soft, get soft!
He began breaking out in heavy sweat, trying to force the thought of what she looked like, naked, from his mind. But even as he stared at her smiling face, he knew he wanted very much to see what her body looked like under those hot pants and that halter, Christ! She was really stacked.
His throbbing cock not only wouldn't go down, but remained blood-swollen hard, pulsating in his pants and pushing against his fly.
She's my aunt, he thought. I can't do anything like this. I can't even think anything like this. She's my uncle's wife. Oh God! God! I can't stand this any longer.
Standing, he said, "Maybe there's something decent on TV."
"Let me get some music on the radio," she insisted, and going to the little kitchen radio, turned it on. When she looked at him again, he felt a shock of lust shoot through him. The tip of her pink tongue was lightly licking her lips. "Would you like to dance?" she asked, her eyes purposely straying to the throbbing bulge in the front of his pants.
"Uhhhhh . . . no . . . no.. . . "
"Are you afraid to rub that fat erection against me?" she asked, surprising herself as much as she did him with her boldness.
Clarence gasped, and his cock twitched even more. His aunt had never been a woman to mince words. She had come from a lower middle class neighborhood, and when she got mad, she used curse words with the best of them. But that she should make reference to his pulsating hard-on at that moment had him all shaken up.
"Aunt Laura, please," he gasped.
She smiled, then sat in a chair across the table from him, purposely spreading her thighs so he could see the tight way her hot pants cinched into her crotch, revealing the bulge of her pussylips even more plainly. She stretched, then pulled his arm so he was next to her, rubbing her fingers up and down his arm, saying, "It's been so long since I've seen a solid hard-on. And you have one. God! That big, hard prick of yours would feel wonderful rubbing against my pussy. Come on, let's you and I dance so I can feel it pressing against me."
Clarence's breathing turned to shuddering gasps at the way she was talking to him. He had never expected his aunt Laura to be talking this way.
"Please, Aunt Laura . . . " he started to say.
"Yes," she snapped, tugging so hard he fell to his knees in front of her. "That's precisely what I want you to do. I want you to please Aunt Laura. So start by kissing me. And don't tell me that you don't know what this is all about. Your father sent you here because you did something like this to a girl back where you live."
"My God . . . " Clarence gasped, and suddenly his voice was cut off as his aunt covered his mouth with her, lancing her tongue all the way in. And Clarence automatically began sucking her oral digit as far into his mouth as he could with starving lust. He had been without a girl for nearly two months, and it was driving him wild. Violently trembling, the eighteen year old boy pulled away and raised his head to better look at his aunt's face. Then, without her prompting, he leaned forward again and kissed her the same way. She responded as powerfully as she had the first time.
Flames inside her were a mounting pyre, and this time she was the one sucking his tongue into her mouth. And her mouth felt like a hotbed of electricity to him.
She pulled him up and sat him on her lap as if he were a baby to be burped, her mouth still kissing his. His throbbing penis was twitching wildly in his pants as he felt her belly press against his ass. There was no mistaking the urgency in her body as she leaned forward, her barely covered breasts seeking out the trembling cup of his hand. His right hand pressed her left breast experimentally, as if wondering how she would react. He expected her to pull away, and when she didn't, he felt more anxious than ever.
Then his aunt's tongue was once again eeling its way into his mouth, a flaming, slithering wedge parting his lips and teeth. God! He could taste the flavor of her cigarette on her breath. She smoked no less prodigiously than her husband, only she didn't inhale, so her lungs were fairly clean. His hand squeezed her breast even more, and then he released the breast, reached his hand under him, and began rubbing her thigh. When she still didn't flinch, he began rubbing higher, heading for the crevice between her thighs covered by her pants.
God! His aunt wanted him, she wanted him. She wanted to feel his hands in her cunt. Imagine being wanted by the one woman he, himself, had always coveted as long as his sex glands had functioned. Christ! His throbbing cock felt like a solid hammer right now, and he was going to pound it into her tight twat, if she was willing to go that far. Shit! Look at those swollen, heaving breasts, and that lovely puckered mouth.
"The bedroom," she whispered. "We don't want my kids walking in and seeing us. It wouldn't be right. Let's go to the bedroom."
Without a word he stood, then she got up, and leaving everything as it was in the kitchen, they hurried up the stairs to the master bedroom. Only one side of the double bed had been disturbed ever since big Bart had gone back to the hospital.
Not bothering to open up the other side of the bed, Clarence sat down and this time pulled his aunt into his lap. If they were going to really go all the way, he wanted to be thought of as having some sort of leadership in this.
Laura looked up at him, lying across his lap, cradled in his arms, her eyes glistening with lust and desire. Gently she moved her arm so she was pressing herself against his lower belly and pubis, sensing the stone-solid enlargement of his throbbing cock under his pants. Maybe it wasn't right for her to behave this way, but she didn't give a damn. She was damn hot, and her body was craving relief. Clarence was the one to give it
Neither of them noticed Debbie had silently come up the stairs. They had been in such a hurry, they hadn't shut the bedroom door, and a hallway mirror let her see into the bedroom without fear of being seen, herself. Golly! This was thrilling. She didn't understand what was going on between her cousin and her mother, but it sure looked like something good. The only thing puzzling her was the way Clarence was fondling her mother's breasts all the time.
Her mother had always told her not to let any man touch her body, anywhere. And Debbie, being a good girl, had stayed far away from boys. In fact, she hung around with only one other girl. Her name was Debbie, too. She was Debbie LeCur, and in order to differentiate between the two kids, the parents called Debbie Wells, Debbie, and Debbie LeCur, Dippy. Throughout the entire neighborhood they were known as Debbie and Dippy, though some of the boys privately referred to them as Dopey and Dippy. In any case, Debbie had carefully followed her mother's orders, and she'd never let anyone touch her. So now, staring at what Clarence was doing with her mother, and seeing the way her mother was reacting to everything, she wondered why her mother had been so insistent. After all, from what she could see it was all a lot of fun. True, their religion was such that fun always seemed to be cast aside in favor of personal suffering and hardship. And though she'd gone to religious school and understood all that, she didn't agree with it. Heck! Her mother wasn't really religious, either.
Laura kissed Clarence all the harder, burning her lips against his, feeling his teeth grate against her flesh. What would he do if she reached down and actually squeezed his cock through his pants? Would he cry out? Would it snap him out of his reverie?
God! No matter what she did, she knew it had to end with her getting laid. And Clarence was just right for that. He was at the peak of his virility, according to Kinsey. But he was old enough to keep his mouth shut. He wouldn't say anything to either of her children, yet he would be available whenever she needed him. Bart, her husband, wouldn't be back home for weeks. Once he did get home, she'd be unable to enjoy the boy's cock. Better to take advantage of it now, while she could get it.
If Bart ever found out she was fucking for someone else, he would kill her. It didn't matter how weak he was, he'd find the strength to kill her, the son of a bitch. Just because he couldn't get it up, she was expected to keep her own box in cold storage. Those goddamn boilermakers he'd been drinking had really taken their toll on him. They had weakened him even before the emphysema had taken hold.
Well shit! She was going to fuck with Clarence, and Bart wasn't going to find out. It wasn't as if she were some kind of promiscuous tramp, putting out for all the men in the neighborhood. Sure, there were an awful lot of men who teased her, offering to be substitute cocks. Only deep down not a one of them was kidding. They were all serious. But she had fended all of them off. In their eyes she was the chaste, virtuous wife, long-suffering though she may be. And she was going to go on being the long-suffering, virtuous wife in the eyes of the rest of the world. As long as she had Clarence's cock, everything would be fine. Yes, she wanted that young boy's cock. She wanted it tightly buried in her itching snatch, and now!
Abruptly, the boy's hands, wrapped tightly around her, pulled her closer, and his dancing fingers, trickling their way up and down her back, stopped at her halter, unfastening the snaps holding it in place. The halter yawned open, and he moved a hand around front, clutching one of her full, naked breasts with a burning need.
Laura gasped out loud. Her body thrilled to the pressure of the boy's young fingers. His hand cupped and kneaded her resilient tit, his thumb and forefinger finding and rolling the stud-like nipple between them, creating a series of small shocks of wanton thrills throughout her writhing torso.
"Clarence," she gasped. "Oh Clarence.. . . "
"Aunt Laura, I love you," he whispered, silenced as her lips pulled his tongue into her mouth and began wildly sucking on it. Fires built higher and higher in her laddering belly.
She squirmed in his lap until she'd turned sideways, then reached down and pulled his tee shirt out of his pants. She lifted it off him with one quick swoop as he raised his arms for a moment, but the instant it was off, his hands were back on her body, and her hands were on his naked, hairless young chest. Her fingers sauntered slowly down to his pants until they rested on the catch holding his pants closed.
"I love you, too, Clarence," she whispered. "But don't ever let anyone else know I've said it. Godddd! I want you to fuck me. I want you to stick that hard cock of yours inside me and fuck me until I scream for mercy."
She writhed off his lap and fell beside him on the edge of the bed. Her hand touched the front of his pants very lightly, her fingers almost burning the very cloth covering his cock. Her fingers slid closer and closer, and then they were lightly surrounding the thick pillar of prick bulging between his thighs.
"Jesus!" the boy gasped, all but leaping off the bed in his twitching reaction. He could feel his swollen balls ache with the pressure of his seed, and his thighs seemed to move toward her, enjoying the lascivious massage of her Angers as they continued trickling over his crotch, as if with a will of their own. Her lips pressed against his heated cheek seeking his anguished mouth, while her hand continued rubbing his hard, swollen phallus with what had seemed like a forgotten pressure as far as she was concerned. God! It had been so long.
"You like it, don't you, Clarence," she whispered. "Let's be honest with one another. You want this big, fat cock jammed into your aunt's pussy, don't you. What's more, I want it, too. So fuck me. Fuck me, and do a good job of it, and maybe you'll be able to forget about drinking, and I'll be able to stop smoking. Fuck my cunt, Clarence. Fuck it, NOW!"
Her obscene words exploded into his lust-crazed mind. She was right. He did want to fuck her. Hell! The moment they had come up to the bedroom he had known damn well things would end this way. He wasn't going to be dumb enough to act the shy, dumb overgrown idiot. Just listening to the way she kept whispering to him about fucking her was getting him hotter and hotter.
Debbie, watching the whole thing, could just barely make out what her mother was saying. The word "fuck" had always been a curse word in the house. She'd had no idea it actually meant someone's doing something to someone else. And obviously it was a pleasant something, because her mother was begging Clarence to fuck her. Golly! This was a crazy world. First her mother told her not to let boys touch her body, yet here was her mother, letting Cousin Clarence paw her naked breasts. Then her mother and father used to rant and rave at one another, screaming, "Fuck you, fuck this, fuck that, fuck there, fuck those, fuck it, fuck a rubber duck," and so on. Now she was first discovering that fucking, whatever it was, was something people liked doing. She sure had a lot to learn about life. By watching, she would be able to find things out.
She watched as Clarence's hands moved forward and cupped her mother's large, round, full breasts, again. And she wished her own small breasts, nicely growing, would finally become as large and as full as her mother's. Her eyes were glued to the way her mother's hands returned to Clarence's throbbing cock as her mouth continued sucking and chewing on his lancing tongue.
Clarence's hands pressured and crushed the flesh of her exposed tits, her dark brown nipples swelling and responding all the more to his fingering, while his hands continued to lovingly adore her aureoles. He could feel the moisture of his seminal oil seeping from the pulsating head of his swollen pud as her fingers continued manipulating the cock through his pants with a sureness gained from many years of practice. God! If she kept that up, he'd pop a wad in his pants in no time. His aunt was one hot bitch, all right.
"Strip!" she ordered. "Get those clothes off so I can really appreciate that hard cock. I want to see just how big it really is. Show me that huge prong of yours, Clarence."
Silently, totally incapable of disobeying her at that point, his body totally aflame with burning wantonness, he got to his feet and undid his pants, pulling down the zipper. He tugged them off with numbed fingers, then pulled off his stained jockey shorts, as well. He watched as his aunt's mouth widened with a large smile, her eyes shining with blisters of delight as she stared down at the huge, thick, blood-swollen pike quivering away from his body at a seventy degree angle.
"Oh, God! Laura gasped. "It's gorgeous. It's every bit as long and as thick as that of your uncle. God! It's just the perfect size and shape. Clarence, it's going to fit inside me so nicely. Put it in."
"God! Aunt Laura, you have no idea how long I've dreamed of something like this. God! You're beautiful."
Even so, despite the overwhelming desire she had ignited in him, he still felt a certain reticence. After all, this wasn't just any woman. This was his aunt. True, she was the most beautiful woman he'd ever known, but did he really have the courage to "stick" her? And shouldn't she be a little shy and modest about all this? He had always pictured himself as being the overpowering seducer, and not the one being seduced. He blushed with a combination of shame and boyish modesty. For a moment he looked away from her, and that was when Laura rose and pulled off her hot pants and bikini panties. And when his eyes returned to her voluptuous body, seeing the thin white panties pooled around her feet, his breath caught in his throat
Laura lay back on the bed, her black hair splayed out on the pillow, her thighs wide apart, her hands also wide apart. She was smiling at him with her full, red, pouting mouth, her white teeth barely visible, just the tip of her wet, pink tongue showing. Her high, lush, round tits were a startling cream-white when contrasted to the black hair falling over her shoulders. Each breast jutted out and up, like a mountain peak waiting to be climbed, begging to be scaled. The soft brown of her pubic triangle let Clarence know the black of his aunt's hair was a dye. Her thin, tapered legs, so satiny smooth at her cuntal juncture, were covered with the shining moisture seeping from her inner, womanly pit.
"Okay, Clarence?" she asked.
"Huh?"
"I'm in position to be fucked. Come on and fuck me, sweet kid."
"Yes," he nodded, his brain whirling with the disbelief of it all. "Yes, I want to fuck you and fuck you and fuck you. God! Aunt Laura, you're a bitch, and I'm going to jam my cock into your hot box."
He flung his body on top of hers, making the mattress bounce and squeak in protest. His entire being felt blazing, uncontrolled passions shooting here and there. His hands ran over her curvy torso, his fingers moving through the light brown hair on her pelvis, feeling the soft, fleece-lined lips of her tender pussy. His fingers ran up and down, up and down, and then he was eeling a middle finger into her, feeling the way her hot cunt sucked it in, just like a feverish mouth.
"Good," Laura gasped. "Good, good, good!"
He was lying beside her now, pressing his mouth to hers, pushing his body against her full breasts as he ground his hand deeper and deeper into her hairy juncture, feeling the wet stickiness cover his finger. Her own hand reached down, the fingers curling around his throbbing cock. God! It was huge.
Clarence's swollen prick pressed deeply into his aunt's soft belly, its pulsating minaret of a head trembling, sending vacillating trembles down the rest of the hard shaft. Her forefinger, using the long nail, lightly touched the entire length of the sensitive tube running through the underside, moving down, then up, then lightly scratching its way around the corona. And then she once again curled all her fingers around the hot, throbbing muscle.
"AAANNGGHH!" Clarence gasped. "Oh, Jesus!"
Laura pressed her tender yielding body against that of the blond-haired boy, pressing her writhing lips to his, ramming his mouth so hard she forced his teeth to cut them, then perversely undulating her belly against his. And all the while her hand continued stroking his hard cock as she continued pulling and tugging it, still whispering, "It's hard and good. Fuck it into me now, Clarence. NOW!"
Her long nails scratched sensuously across his wriggling back, trailing down into his buttocks, pulling him over and onto her, clinging desperately to him as she forced him between her widespread thighs. Her other hand still clung tenaciously to his throbbing cock, rubbing it anxiously between her sopping, pleading, begging, creaming cuntlips. Her full, pouting vagina was growing wetter with each passing second, the tight, pink slit widening into a flooding gash, which in turn opened into a wound festering with its own healing oil. It gaped wider and wider, as if ready to literally gobble up the long, frankfurter-like dong. Laura's firm, white buttocks began a wild rotation, and each time her ass made another circle, it was wider than the previous one. Her slender white thighs opened wider and wider on either side of his hips, while her heels pressed in against his calves.
"Ooonnnhhh!" Laura gasped, her eyes tightly closed. But she could feel Clarence hovering over her, preparing to deliver his coup-de-grace into her lushly anxious center, and her eyes abruptly opened wide as she gasped, "Now! Fuck me, now!"
Clarence lunged forward, rubbing his cock between the wet, gurgling lips of her sucking gash, guided by the tight clasp of his aunt's clutching hand. He could feel the pulsating of the wet outer labia as they slowly surrounded his throbbing cock. Carefully, slowly, anxiously, he eased into her, not wishing to hurt her with his initial thrust, glad he'd had some experience with other girls, so he could enter this particular tight cunt with care. He had forgotten his aunt's cunt was something that had been used with regularity by his uncle prior to the latter's illness. There was no tight, virginal resistance, and he was surprised to find himself sliding easily, albeit comfortably, in. The open mouth of her sucking cunt seemed to be slurping all over the base of his thick cock, pulling him deeper and deeper until he was buried in her up to the balls. Like a hungry mouth, her squeezing cunt felt as if it was eating him up, alive.
The first thrust had been a light one because he'd thought her much tighter than she was, yet even as he pulled back, preparing for the next stroke, he realized her swallowing pussy was still tight enough. He had to stroke in and out a half dozen times before her sucking pussy actually expanded a little to adapt itself to his plunging width. She screamed out beneath him, yelping in a mixture of pain and pleasure, since his penetration of her did force some of her interior to widen, slightly. Not having had a thick dick inside for some time, the deep interior of her sucking pussy had constricted a little. Now, the wedging head of glans was forcing it to open, and even if it hurt the littlest bit, it was the most wonderful hurt she had ever felt.
He thrust harder and harder now, not content until he felt the light brown hairs of her tantalizing cunt mingle with the blond hairs on his own pubis. Now, each time he thrust, their bellies came loudly together like a clap of thunder. He could feel her straining beneath him, arching her loins up to his now stee-like cock.
Laura felt his heavy balls whacking against the tightly clenched cheeks of her full buttocks. She gasped continually, her long nails tearing the flesh on his back, much the way they had torn the flesh from her husband's back in years gone by. She slammed her soft thighs upward, raising her buttocks from the bed, feverishly matching his pounding into her. Her upper teeth were biting into her lower lip as she twisted her face first one way, then the other.
As she watched, Debbie thought her cousin was actually hurting her mother, slamming into her as he was doing. She was all set to run into the room and pull him off her mother, when she heard Laura cry out, "Yes, Clarence. More, more, more. Shove it in, harder. Slam it into me. Ram it hard. For God's sake keep fucking. Don't stop, now."
Her mother loved it. She was begging for more and more and more. How could someone appear to be in anguished pain, and yet feel so good she wanted more of what she was getting? This, then, was what fucking was all about. This was the ultimate in physical pleasure. Gee! Why would her mother want to keep her from finding out about something this good?
Debbie's ignorance where sex was concerned was total and complete. She had no idea how flowers pollinated, or why chickens came from eggs. Her ignorance was so complete, even while watching what her cousin and mother were doing, it never occurred to her to have something like that done to herself.
If someone older than Debbie told her to wash her face, she did so because that someone obviously thought she looked better with her face washed. Since her mother instructed her to take a shower every morning, she did so, carefully cleaning her entire body. Debbie did whatever she was told. She was a perfect follower, but would have been a terrible leader. She cursed like a fishwife because she heard her mother cursing all the time. But she didn't know the meaning of her curse words. Certainly she hadn't known the meaning of the word "fuck" until now. And seeing what it meant, she couldn't understand why it was a curse word.
She was bright enough to understand her eavesdropping and peeping on what her mother and cousin was doing, was wrong. But she was so overcome by her curiosity, she knew she had to watch this to its completion. She watched, feeling herself perspire as strange, unknown fires lit inside her. She didn't know why they were there, nor did she think to question their existence. Right now, she wanted to see how it would all end between her mother and Cousin Clarence.
Clarence, who was somewhat experienced with young girls, had never known anything like his aunt. Nor had he felt anything or anyone like her. He pulsed the heavy muscle of his aching cock deep into her belly, feeling the way her tight cunt now clutched at him. Despite its having been easy to enter, and despite its opening even wider to accommodate him that much more easily, the fact remained the sucking walls were holding him firmly embedded within. Even as he pulled back, he knew his hard cock was only permitted back as far as the entrance of her inner lips, and then the only direction in which he could move was forward. This was his first taste of sex with a truly experienced woman, and the pressure of her pussywalls, now closing more and more tightly around his enormous dick, was driving him wild. First it was too loose, now it was too tight. Hell! Loose, tight, he wasn't going to let anything stop him driving in and out of her creaming pussy until he'd finally popped his load.
"Yesssssss.. . " Laura hisses. "More, more, MORE! Clarence, it's so wonderrrfullll.. . oh God!! You're built so BIG! You fill me so perfectly. OHHHHHHHH, YESSSSSSS!"
Her thighs were working back and forth, up and down, her humping hips keeping time to the way he was plunging into her. She felt his solid whang pumping into her hot pussy again and again, slithering and sliding through the heated moisture of her oily secretions. A droplet seeped out from between his pistoning prick and her tight nest lips, slithering down her thigh and falling on the bedsheet, below.
Clarence felt his throbbing cock enlarging with strong arousal until he thought it would rend itself apart inside her. He was pumping all the more quickly now, slamming his thick meat deeper and deeper into her seething, sucking quim. The tingling pulsations he felt within felt like a call from inside her to the boiling sperm in his balls. Her aching cunt wanted to be filled with heavy white boy-sauce. He would blast it into her at any moment, and the thought made his rump thrust back and forth like a well-oiled machine, pounding his penile protrusion deeper and deeper into her steaming valve.
"Hurry, hurry, hurry, hurry," she was gasping, slamming her hips up to meet his. "Slam that cock into me until you shoot a load of hot jism into my cunt. Faster, you sonofabitch. Faster, FASTER, FUCK ME FASTER!"
Her obscene mouthing only urged Clarence to pump all the more vigorously. He dug his flesh pike into her hot, sucking tunnel as his hands reached under her to cup her full asscheeks, steadying the crazy writhing of her buttocks while tugging her all the more tightly, causing the resounding smacks of belly-to-belly to sound sharper, louder, and faster. His breath was coming from his lungs in heated, ragged gasps.
Fm losing control of myself, he thought. Fm going to blow my mind. Oh God! God! God!
"Harder and deeper," she screamed at him. "Harder and deeper, you fucking bastard," her voice shouting in a wild frenzy. He gripped her ass, clutching the grinding cheeks with insane strength and rammed his throbbing, pulsating shaft so deep he could feel the rubbery knob knocking against her cervix. "Deeper," she cursed at him. "Deeper, you fucking scumbag. FUCK DEEPER!"
Taking one hand from the roundness of her humping ass, he gripped her jaw between his fingers, held her face steady, pressed his mouth to hers, and plunged his mouth as far into her throat as possible, if only to shut her up. His heavy drool fell into her mouth and down her throat, but her tongue licked at his, and her lips sucked wildly. Her body slammed up into his as if trapped in a veritable cyclone of raw, uncontrolled lust. Up and up again, she slammed her body into his, never having enough of the swollen cock slamming into her with repeated power.
He was totally beyond control. The flooding semen was already moving into his cock, and it would only be a matter of seconds, no particles of a single second, before he fired his juicy sperm into her seething vagina.
Laura could feel the added swelling of his throbbing prick and knew he was on the verge of orgasm.
Not yet, she thought, not yet. I want more and more and more.
She was insatiable in her lust for cock. She had to have more of it, and have it again and again, and again, Christ! It was a crazy chain reaction, but the fact remained, she needed more heavy cock rummaging through her aching body. She groaned in frustration, forcing her thighs even wider apart to allow her new lover deeper access to her seething cunt in the hope he would set off an atomic blast inside her. Laura slammed her tender body against his spike, sucking it in all the more voraciously, not caring how much of a whore she seemed in her nephew's eyes at the moment. Her climax was the single most important thing in the world at that moment. If she didn't attain it, she'd go running naked into the streets and offer her tight cunt to the first man willing to use it.
The heavy, sperm-loaded balls, drawn tightly up into his moving crotch were still rubbing against her perineum, and his mighty organ was pounding violently against the tender membranes of her inner vestibule. Yes, yes, she was going to come, after all. She was going to feel the marvelous sensations of orgasm chase through her. Oh God! She had waited so long for this. Her belly thrust up and down, feeling the swollen cock run in and out as she drove full steam ahead for the orgasm waiting for her not too far away.
"COMMIINNG UUUHHHHHH!" the young boy shouted. "YEEAARGGH!"
He slammed the full length of his thrusting pike into the simmering depths of her fuming canal and kept it locked in there. His mouth was wide open, gasping for air, as his fingers gripped her asscheeks all the more tightly, while his other hand squeezed her breast. Torrents of blazing semen came spilling from his hose-like cock, spurting out and surging madly through the shuddering depths of her aching womb. To Laura it felt like volcanic lava. She could feel it pulsate into her anxious cunt in mighty, heavy, outpouring spurts, his thick cock lurching within her. But she was still a little short of her own goal, and now she began violently heaving her body around his pumping prick before it began quickly deflating.
"You scumbag!" she screamed. "Don't pull out, don't pull out. WAIT FOR MEEEEE!! "
She squeezed her cuntlips around the softening pike, hurling her body faster and faster, digging her nails into his ass, not letting him rise for fear he might fall out and she wouldn't be able to fit him in again.
"FUCK ME, FUCK ME, FUCK ME . .she screamed, wrapping her calves around his thighs, clinging to him more closely than any sucking leech as she pummeled her ass back and forth.
She had to come, she had to come! There was no way this was going to end unhappily. Her mouth clamped on his throat, and her arms all but crushed him as her cunt rubbed back and forth, again and again and again.
Thank God! It was there! She could feel it rising like gorge in her body, and her orgasmic cry spilled out of her as powerfully as it had those first years she had really enjoyed it with her husband.
"YEEAARGHH!" she screamed, bucking and humping wildly beneath him, rolling from side to side, making him move with her. Her inner upheavals were so powerful, they rolled off the bed together, hitting the carpeted floor with a thump, carrying them beyond Debbie's vision.
Golly! she thought. That's terrific, really terrific.
CHAPTER TWO
Although Debbie wasn't able to catch her mother and her cousin together each time they made it, she became aware of their having indulged afterward, seeing the smiles of satiety on her mother's face. And this made her more curious than ever. After all, just what was there to all this that could make her mother jump around like a Mexican bean one moment, then smile and be totally charming for hours, after? On those days her cousin fucked her mother, no matter what anyone did, Laura never screamed or cursed.
She had to talk it over with someone. At first, she thought of discussing it with Debbie "Dippy" LeCur. Then she vetoed that idea. Dippy had a big mouth and liked to tell the whole neighborhood things she discovered. No, Dippy was not the right person with whom to talk. She then considered her older brother, Bartholomew. He had a short fuse, like her mother and father. Forget about him. Of course there was her next-door neighbor, Anna.
But Anna was a funny kind of girl, and Debbie didn't feel like entrusting Anna with her secret.
In the Fall, when she and her brother went back to school, Clarence remained at their house. By that time, he had a full time job at a local hardware store, and he was helping by giving his aunt and uncle half his salary. Big Bart had come back from the hospital for a while, but his first day on the streets, he headed for the nearest bar, and less than three weeks later, he was right back in again.
Debbie always came home from school two hours before her brother, and on the days he went to work, she was home a good six hours before him. On one particular Friday, she had two free periods at the end of the school day, and so went home. And there was Cousin Clarence. He had Fridays off because Friday was a slow day at the hardware store. He usually worked on Saturday.
"Hi, kid," he greeted, smiling at Debbie.
Looking at him, Debbie suddenly realized she saw a look in his eyes similar to the look he often gave her mother. Not that he would dare approach her and suggest they fuck. But if he had, Debbie probably would have agreed to it. After all, if her mother could do it, why not she?
"Hi," she answered, putting her books on the chair in the den.
She didn't resemble either her mother or her father, and had it not been for a picture of her father's grandmother, big Bart might easily have suspected Debbie had been sired by someone else. Where Laura had black hair and big Bart had once had brown hair-now he was bald-Debbie, like her cousin Clarence, and like her brother Bartholomew, had blonde hair. She had a lovely heart-shaped face, with dark blonde eyebrows, her mother's green eyes, a thin nose that didn't resemble that of her mother or father, and cupid's bow lips. She had been a thin little girl when younger, but now, at the age of thirteen, she was first starting to fill out, nicely. Her firm young breasts were encased in a 32-B bra, and her waist had narrowed to where it was only eighteen inches around. Her hips were beginning to swell very nicely, and though no one had seen it yet, her pelvis was starting to sprout light blonde hairs.
At that moment she was wearing a pink dress, and her long blond hair had a pink ribbon in it. Even her nail polish was pink.
Abruptly, she said, "Can I talk to you in confidence, Cousin Clarence."
"Sure, Debbie," he assured her. "What is it?"
"How often do you fuck my mother?"
"WHAT?? " he almost screamed, his face turning chalk-white.
"Well, gee, what're you getting so upset about? All I asked was, how often you fuck Ma."
"Debbie, don't go saying things like that, not even kidding around."
"I'm not kidding around," she told him. "Look, I saw you last July, when it was really hot, and you and Ma were polishing off some scotch in the kitchen. I followed the two of you upstairs. Gee, you never even shut the door. I saw you fucking
Ma so hard the two of you fell off the bed."
"Oh God!! " Clarence moaned.
"What's wrong?" Debbie asked.
"Have you talked about this with anyone else?"
"Well no, of course not. I couldn't see where it was really anyone else's business."
"You're right," Clarence told her. "It's definitely no one else's business, not even yours. I want you to forget about it."
"Why? Is it something bad?"
"Look, Deb, this is something most other people wouldn't understand, but your mother and I have been giving a lot of love to each other. We both kind of need that love. But if anyone else found out, well. . . they might not think of it as love. They might call it something different, something dirty. And it isn't."
"Well, gee," she nodded. "I know there's nothing dirty about it. I watched you and Mom go through the whole thing, and the two of you were really getting one big kick out of it all."
"Yeah," he nodded. "And you know something. Some day, if you want, and you promise not to tell anyone, I can show you how to have just as good a time."
"Gee, I don't know. I mean, I know you and Mom enjoy it and all, but Mom keeps telling me not to let boys touch me."
"Your mom is right," Clarence nodded. "Don't you dare let other boys touch you. They don't know how to do things the right way. I mean, we don't want to take a chance and make you pregnant, do we?"
"Well, gee, how could you do a thing like that? I'd have to be married first, wouldn't I?"
"Not really," Clarence explained. "You see, what your mother and I did could have started a baby, if your mother hadn't had a small operation."
"Well I don't want any operation," Debbie told him. "So I guess you can't fuck me."
"Well gosh, there are a million things to do without my actually shooting my sperm into you," he told her. "And it's all a lot of fun."
"Maybe, but I don't want to take chances," Debbie told him.
"Of course not," Clarence assured her. "I wouldn't touch you unless you said it was okay. But if you do want to do something, you'd better come to me first. I mean, you know I'm one guy who'll be careful."
"Not just yet," Debbie told him. "Another time."
"Sure," Clarence nodded, smiling, realizing he probably would never get to first base with Debbie.
What the hell! He had Aunt Laura, and she was more than enough for any one guy. She'd put all that high school twat he'd fucked around with to shame. She had the greatest ass of all time.
Still, young Debbie was a hot-looking piece. She was ripe for somebody's cock, that was for sure. He'd sure like to be the first one to crawl into her. Hell! Better leave well enough alone. If Aunt Laura ever caught him trying to fuck her daughter, she'd probably kill the both of them.
Christ! Imagine being able to fuck the mother and the daughter, together. That would really be something. Maybe, just maybe, if he got Aunt Laura drunk enough, and he could get Debbie to agree, he'd have them both. And by the time Aunt Laura sobered up, realizing she had participated in the whole thing, she wouldn't be able to do a damn thing about it.
Debbie had gone to her room to do her homework. But in her mind's eye, she kept picturing herself, flat on her back, with her cousin's cock inside her. How did a cock feel inside? What kind of thrills did it give? She knew how hot a female could get. Just watching her mother and cousin that day had made her boiling hot. She assumed she would be even hotter with a cock inside her.
Her friend, Dippy, had told her something about masturbation, and though she had never tried it before, she felt this might be just the time to try. So she shut and locked her bedroom door.
CHAPTER THREE
Even as she began taking off her blouse, Debbie became conscious of the wisp of cloth from her panties, between her thighs. It seemed to silkily rub her there, even as her bra seemed to press against her nipples. But the more she moved, the more her bra seemed to rub against her. Trickles of perspiration broke on her forehead and throat, running down her neck. God! She was burning up, and just because she was thinking about touching herself where she had seen her cousin touch her mother.
On the back of her door there was a full length mirror. It had been an extra mirror her parents had brought from their old apartment. Not having anywhere else to put it, they had screwed it to the back of Debbie's bedroom door.
Quickly pulling off her clothing, she looked at her naked reflection in the mirror, and decided for a thirteen year old girl, she was nicely built. Still, she wondered about the right and wrong of rubbing herself between her legs. After all, though Dippy had said she knew some girls who did it, these were girls she, Debbie, didn't care for. They were girls with "reputations," though Debbie had no idea what it meant when a girl had a reputation.
Looking at herself in the mirror, comparing her reflection to her mother's body as she remembered seeing it the day Clarence had fucked her mother, Debbie decided it would be quite awhile before she developed that nicely. Even so, looking at herself, she began becoming excited all over again. Her eyes made a careful examination of her youthful form, and even if she was unable to understand how truly lovely she was, she was aroused by the sight of her naked self.
She couldn't understand these inner feelings. They were something totally new and delightful. Merely looking at her nudity, admiring it in the full length mirror, was enough to send heated chills shooting through her body, and she couldn't understand why. Often, in the bathroom, when she stripped for a shower, and stood before the huge wall mirror, she had seen nothing to excite her. Now, for the first time, she seemed to be looking at her body through different eyes.
These must be the feelings my mother and Clarence feel, she thought. Well then, if they feel them, what could be wrong with MY feeling them?
Through heavy lidded eyes, Debbie examined herself again and again, inflamed all the more with unknown passions. And as her gaze moved down along the reflection of her face and her shoulders, she inhaled strongly, enjoying the smoothness of her skin without realizing how perfectly sloped her shoulders were. True, she could appreciate the healthy pink-white of her flesh tones, but she couldn't comprehend why she was feeling so inwardly hot. She had long, slender, delicate arms. Her brother had always called them pipe stems, but as she looked at them now, she realized the reediness was fast giving way to shapely contours.
Her eyes moved down again, and she nervously licked her cupid's bow lips as she stared at the blossoming orbs first beginning to really grow, with fully distended, firm coral nipples. The soft, shimmering globes of her youthful breasts glistened whitely around the pink suction cups of her aureoles. How was it her mother's breast tips were chocolate-brown, while her own were strawberry-pink? And where her mother's firm breasts seemed to point out with a slight downward tilt, her own titties seemed to have an upward tilt to them.
Perspiration broke out all the more heavily on her youthful body, giving her torso a gleaming varnished appearance. Her small, firm titties were coated with sweat and began shimmering almost refulgently. Staring as she did at her small, hobbling breasts, moving as she breathed, Debbie began panting.
She was suddenly inundated with the tremendous urge to feel herself. But she didn't want to touch herself the way Clarence had touched her mother. The movement of his hands had seemed so rough, and the way he had pinched her mother's nipples created the impression he might actually be hurting her. True, he left no marks on her mother's skin. But Debbie didn't like to think of the harsh way he had manipulated her mother's tits. No, her own small cones of flesh were so perfect, whitely shining as if made of soft marble. They deserved more than mere manhandling.
Yes, yes, she would touch her own boobs, since she could think of no one else in the world who might feel them as lightly as she wished. Why she had this urge was something she didn't understand. She had often touched her breasts before, when washing them in the shower, and she hadn't had the whispers of heat trailing through them she now felt. She had to caress herself. Maybe it was silly, but she had to.
As she stared at her reflection in the mirror, Debbie saw herself raise her youthful hands, fingers apart, palms cupped, and as the hands in the mirror covered her reflected breasts, so did her own hands slowly encircle her own fleshy tits, caressing the swelling globes ever so lightly.
Her reflections seemed to tremble, fingers slowly coming together, gently massaging the shining pink points. Now her hands moved in a slow, rhythmic spiral, gently pressing the small cups of flesh into her body. She was panting as her nipples seemed to dig into the center of each palm, and Debbie was certain the tingles she was feeling at this point equaled what her mother had felt when Clarence had started rubbing her nipples.
Her fingers lightly and firmly squeezed whatever was left of each breast, and she was first able to appreciate how firm her soft flesh was, yielding slightly to the pressure of each finger, yet always returning to its former shape, like firm foam rubber. But there was feeling in this "rubber." There was sensation in this elasticity. Yes, they were real flesh, and they were her flesh.
Involuntarily, Debbie began sighing out loud, and the sound of her voice brought her back to reality. For a moment she released her shuddering breasts, then brought them up again, cupping the orbs from beneath. Her outstanding nipples looked like the wiggling noses of newborn cocker spaniels. She lifted what she could of her small breasts, holding them out to her reflection, as if offering them, and the reflection responded in kind. She touched the tip of each nipple with an index finger, pushing each into its aureole as one would push a doorbell. And she felt electric tingles course through her body as if a bell were ringing somewhere inside her.
Now, with her thumbs as well as her index fingers, she pulled lightly on each nipple, feeling the wildest sensations surge through her. She'd had no idea there was so much delight hidden inside each nipple. Golly! It was all so terrific.
And then Debbie became aware of wetness trickling down between her thighs. She could feel the tickling sensation, and looking into the mirror she caught the view of her thick, healthy pink lips shining through dark blonde, curly lint. The hair on her pelvis was only just starting to come in heavily, making her pink labia stand out that much more clearly. Staring at it increased the strange sensations running through her as she remembered how Clarence had touched her mother there before driving his rigid, skewering pole into her.
Looking at her pink labia made her squeeze her nipples all the harder. Odd, but it didn't hurt as she had thought it might. It should have hurt. She was pressuring each nipple with enough intense strength to nearly pull them from her breasts, but there was no pain. Instead, the hot, sizzling thrills inside her intensified. It was a totally unknown sensation. She wondered if her mother felt such thrills in her own body, then quickly decided her mother had to feel these sensations, otherwise she would never have done anything with Clarence. More sticky fluid was oozing out of her hot pussy, and she suddenly understood she was moaning again. But this time her sighs didn't wake her up and stop. She watched the sexy pink tip of her tongue race across her lips, moistening them as her fingers continued massaging her nipples.
For some unaccountable reason, Debbie's mind continued picturing the way her cousin had sucked her mother's tits. What was there about a woman's nipple that seemed to taste so good. Well, whatever it was, his mouth had certainly driven her mother into a frenzy.
What would it be like if she kissed her own nipples? Would she be able to appreciate what her mother felt, and at the same time know just what it was that Clarence's tongue had tasted?
With shaking hands she raised both breasts higher, pushing their nipples centers toward her face. Trembling more and more, she lowered her head toward her right breast, bending her head as much as possible. Her mouth opened wide and she thrust her tongue out as far as possible, and was able to graze the point of her nipple with the tip of her tongue. Releasing her left breast, she used both hands to cup and pull her right breast upward, forcing her head the littlest bit lower while straining the roots of her tongue as she thrust it the littlest bit farther out. Shivering little electric sparks flitted through her nipple into her breast. She was going insane with sensation. The tongue began lapping back and forth against the ultra-sensitive bud of her pink nipple, moistening it with her saliva. She yearned to plunge the entire breast into her mouth, but it was impossible. It wasn't even possible for her to put half the mammary into her mouth. They were short, round, perfect in their shape, but much too small. Even so, Debbie sucked avidly, letting her nipple rub across the roof of her mouth. The chilling sensations shuddering through her body made her tremble as she continued sucking. Her lips were just barely able to hold the tip of her nipple, and she whipped her tongue back and forth across it, again and again.
Eventually the strain on her neck became too strong, and Debbie reluctantly raised her head, releasing her breast. Gee, but it had felt good, really good. Maybe it was because she was doing it to herself, and was aware of how sensitive she was inside. Looking in the mirror, she saw how much more lustrous and shining was the breast and nipple on which her lips and tongue had worked. Was it possible a man or a boy's mouth would have the same effect? Debbie doubted it. No, her mother had told her to stay away from members of the opposite sex, and even though her mother had enjoyed everything Clarence had done, Debbie had the feeling she was much too young to have anything to do with Clarence.
Now, staring into the mirror, she let her eyes wander lower, staring at her belly, a white, shivery small mound of tender flesh, with a lovely navel winking from the center of it. She watched the way her navel seemed to crinkle in and out with her breathing.
Her hips, on the other hand, swelled nicely, first taking on the round proportions of a developing young girl. Her little ass was perfectly proportioned, but it was behind her, and she could barely see it in the dressing table mirror across the room.
Now, as she looked lower, she saw her mildly flaring hips taper into columns of firm, white, pillars of flesh. And the creases where her thigh joined her body were two dark lines pointing in a single direction. Strands of light hair were already running in a straight line from her navel toward the direction pointed to by her thigh creases. And even the triangular patch of dark yellow fluff seemed to arrow towards that direction, showing off the puffiness of her tender pinkness. It was pouting and fresh, and looked even more wholesome than her mother's, though her mother's had looked truly beautiful when she'd seen her cousin plundering it.
It was her vagina, though she'd heard her mother use the words cunt, pussy, snatch, hole, nest, and muff. And when Clarence's meaty hose had filled her mother's cunt, her mother had writhed and twisted in what appeared to be agony. Yet, her voice had screamed out her pleasure. She recalled seeing Clarence's moving thumb toy with her mother's upper vaginal area, rubbing an extended piece of flesh. Her mother had screamed with delight when Clarence had touched her there, and Debbie was curious to discover what there was in that area to make her feel so ecstatic.
Almost unconsciously, her right hand and pressed between her lips, pushing against her body. She tightened her pussylips around the in-thrusting fingers and abruptly she felt the strangest tingle. Now she rubbed it and the thrill became more distinct. Ohhhhh yes, yes, there was no doubt about it. There was something there, hidden behind a fold of membrane, that felt good when it was exposed and rubbed.
Going to her dressing table, Debbie got the low-backed chair that was there and brought it to the full length mirror. Sitting down on the edge of the chair, she leaned back and spread her delightfully white thighs wide apart. This gave her an even better view of her pink, wet vagina, watching the way it leaked that mysterious dew.
Reaching down, she pressed her right palm against her hair-fringed labia, feeling how easily her middle finger accommodated itself to the leaking gash between them. For an instant she merely sat there, her eyes tightly closed, pressing her hand flatly against the burning pussy, and another wild sensation rampantly ran through her. Her blistering pussy was swampy and all ablaze. And with the passing moments it was becoming more and more enthralled by the way she was easing the tips of her fingers through it. When two of her fingers actually parted the moth wing-like flaps of her tender flesh, exposing the pink lining within, she felt more of the hot, colorless fluid squirting from the deep pit, coating her hands with its wetness. Sighing, she opened her eyes, wanting to truly enjoy the sight of herself.
Widening her loins that much farther apart, Debbie levered her hips forward a little more, in order to afford her a better view of the soft, tender, inner ribbons of satiny flesh. She had both hands rubbing into her anguished vagina now, using her two forefingers to keep the lips apart. She could hear squishy sounds coming from within as she writhed on the chair.
Yes, yes, the way the light was coming in through the window and bouncing off the mirror onto her groin afforded her an even better view of her female interior. It had an inflaming effect on her. She had no idea why she felt as she did, but she knew it was a feeling comparable to that which her mother had felt when Clarence had been touching her. It was all so totally new to her, yet she had the feeling there was more, much more, and she wanted to feel all of it. There had to be a way to enhance all this, and she would find it. It was so marvelously delicious to see all that living, wet, heated pinkness as her fingers delved deeper into her moss-surrounded muff. Golly! It was so completely . . . welllllll. . . fabulous, terrific, wonderful, fantastic. How could one find the right words for this?
Yes, she could see her ultra-sensitive hole now. It looked a lot like her mother's, and she wickedly imagined seeing her cousin Clarence sticking his broad length of throbbing cock into that tight, narrow entryway. Golly! Her hole looked as if it was actually yearning to feel what her eyes had seen her cousin's cock do. But no, no, it was wrong, very wrong. Even if she allowed herself to think on it and mentally dwell on being fucked, she knew she didn't dare allow Clarence to touch her. It was wrong. If it weren't wrong, why was everyone saying it was wrong?
And then she saw that little bit of flesh her finger had touched a moment before. It was at the apex of her inner lips, peeping carefully out from behind some delicate pink tissue, itself a much richer red in contrast to the surrounding coral. Yes, that was the thing Clarence had touched to really get her mother hot, and it was the thing she had felt send wild sparks shooting insanely into her.
Thrilled because she was able to see it, Debbie reached down with her left index finger and began caressing the little flesh button. Electricity shot through her like current through a two hundred and twenty volt line. Wild, almost maniacal thoughts ran after even crazier sensations, hurrying through both, mind and body. Her pillars of thighs began shivering as heavy droplets of sweat began forming, trickling alongside her finger, dripping into her steaming box. Now her finger began rubbing her tender clitoris very slowly, luxuriating in each new sensation to come along and totally engulf her. Her finger pressed a little harder, while her other finger, as if attempting to impale her in order to keep her from wriggling around, inserted itself in the creamy pink depths of her slavering orifice. She could feel the slippery smoothness of her slavering orifice. She could feel the slippery smoothness of her vaginal walls as the finger slid in, deeper and deeper. And the instant the finger slipped in all the way, she began wildly gyrating, suddenly realizing the finger, instead of steadying her, was making her shudder all the more rapidly. And her gyrations made her body move more rapidly against the finger manipulating her clitoris.
Her eyes were bulging open, swelling out of her head as she stared at the wide-eyed reflection in the mirror, thrilling to the sight of the way she was fingering herself. Now she applied a bit more pressure as perspiration began dripping heavily all over the length of her seated body. She continually attempted to spread her thighs even more widely apart, her spine now pressing against the very edge of the chair, vividly jamming her fingers into her sucking pussy. Her fingertips had found the oversensitive roof of her feminine cavern, feeling the tender nerves up there, and now her fingers began massaging that upper portion of her inner enclave.
Pinpricks of delight thrilled Debbie from the follicles of hair on her head to the roots of her toenails. Insane, wild, thrilling, overpowering delights caused blasts of heated flame to burn in her mind. Both hands moving all the more rapidly now, she found herself humping her body up to meet the wild, insane thrusts of her fingers. On hand was concentrating on the depths of her simmering cunt, while the other hand was pressuring her tiny red, clitoral button. The fluid in her pussy began boiling, and soon the bubbling oil turned to molten lava, which in turn became liquid steel as her entire inner self began to spasmodically quiver. The muscles in her forearms and wrists were hurting terribly, yet she was willing to endure the pain rather than stop what she was doing to herself. And then she began feeling a wild sensation she had never felt before. It totally overpowered the thrilling shudders working through her body, overwhelming her as no other feeling she had ever known. She was totally engulfed by it, and with her fingers still locked in her crotch, she leaped off the chair and fell onto the bed, jamming her mouth against a pillow, so the scream coming from her throat was a muffled, "HAAGGGHHH!"
The thrills closed over her, swallowing her up as a tornado would suck her into its center, a writhing, squirming, helpless object being pulled closer and closer to the spinning vortex.
The first climax she had ever known suddenly blistered out of her hungering vagina as lava would bellow forth from a blasting volcano. Without realizing it, Debbie had jammed more than one finger into her seething snatch, and now she could feel the flowing orgasmic oils splashing out all over them as they continued thrusting into her to complete the almost-maddening passion she had triggered within herself. The orgasm continued washing over her, and she felt her entire body had all the consistency of a deflated balloon. She chewed on her lower lip again and again to keep herself from screaming out her passions. As it was, her face was crammed into the pillow, and if she didn't finish peaking shortly, she would be found, smothered to death, with her girlish fingers pressed into her hot pussy.
Twisting, she rolled onto her back, both hands still gripping her seething snatch. Her vibrating body shivered and shook as it was suddenly overcome by yet another orgasm, and she found herself gasping aloud as she whipped her head from side to side, bouncing up and down, beating her buttocks into the mattress.
Even as she convulsed again, Debbie realized there was more. There were sensations she had yet to feel, and she rolled onto her belly again, then jackknifed into a fetal position as her fingers continued their insane rubbing.
She gasped, knowing there had to be more. This couldn't be the end. Marvelous as it was, it wasn't enough. She rubbed her cheek against the bedcovering. Yes, this was what people always talked about behind her back. This was part of what her mother had experienced with Clarence, but there was more, and she wished she could find it all. She spasmed repeatedly, not daring to let go of her cunt. The feeling was much too good. Seconds became minutes, and then hours. But even as she lay there, die knew she would not willingly go looking to have anything to do with a man. The teachings inside her were still too strong to overcome.
CHAPTER FOUR
The village recreation center was the hub of all sports and social events for the residents of this, as well as the surrounding villages. Debbie and Dippy usually took their bicycles there during the day, but always returned before it was dark. Laura told Debbie she didn't want the blond beauty riding around after dark. She might get hit by a car.
That particular Friday evening, there was a G-rated movie playing at the rec center, and since Debbie was a member for the entire year, and she hadn't seen the movie, she told her mother she wanted to see the film. Dippy was supposed to come with her, but had gotten a last minute baby-sitting job. So Laura decided it would be all right for Debbie to go to the rec center if Clarence promised to take her and bring her home.
Clarence had a souped-up Plymouth Satellite with which he constantly tinkered, making certain it was the fastest, hottest car in the village. On the outside, it looked like an ordinary car, and Clarence drove it normally . . . most of the time. On occasion, he would take it out onto the nearby highway and race it. He knew all the hiding places of the state patrol cars, and he was aware of their radar devices, so he knew just where he could race, and where he couldn't. The one time a policeman had spotted him, he'd easily outdistanced the patrol car, and had wheeled his car onto the strip of land between the two sides of the highway, hiding among the trees while the cop continued off in the direction in which he had been going, radioing ahead for more help. Clarence had then nonchalantly driven home on the other side of the highway. He held no animosity for the policeman, though there would probably a half-dozen blue Satellites on that highway with drivers with good cause to curse out the cop.
Clarence drove Debbie to the rec center, then went off to a bar for the next two hours. Although he never got himself plastered, or even high, even the littlest drink made him more bold than he might normally be. For two hours he nursed a draught beer, then went back to pick her up. He was a little early, and so parked the car in a secluded area of the lot, then went inside. He saw her walking out of the small auditorium and waved to her. She asked if she could stop in the cafeteria for a soda, and he agreed, feeling hotter and hotter all the time. God! She had one helluva body on her, that kid did. He could see her youthful breasts rising and falling under the simple yellow dress she was wearing. Two gently bobbing buoys, blanketed but nevertheless there, they kept his eyes glued to her body. God! He felt like tearing her dress away. Christ! He was willing to bet he wasn't the only person to feel that way. He knew she was the prettiest girl in her school, and he was willing to bet every male in the place had mentally undressed her.
He waited while she had her soda, then led her along a small, little-used path outside the rec center. All kinds of high foliage had been planted there to make the place look that much more attractive.
Debbie felt all kinds of prickly sensations running through her. Just being near to Cousin Clarence was enough to set her inner sensations going. Golly! This was all so crazy. She had never felt this hot near him, before. Even earlier, when he had made his lewd propositions, she hadn't felt this aroused. Yet she knew he wanted her, and even if he wouldn't hurt her, he was certainly going to try something.
They were hidden by a lot of dense plant growth at one point, and she wanted to shrink back into herself, not so much afraid of him as she was afraid of what she felt for him. When he stopped and turned to look at her, she saw the wildness in his eyes, and her heart began beating faster. Gee! She didn't want him starting something she knew would never be finished.
As she looked at him, she felt his arm reach out, his hand cupping the back of her head, and she was suddenly breathing even harder, drawing air deeply into her lungs and holding it as his face came down to hers, and his lips pressed themselves on hers. When his tongue sank into her mouth, she could taste the beer on his breath. It should have repelled her, but for some unknown reason it made her want more of him. She shivered as his hand caressed the nape of her neck beneath her silky blond hair.
"Fuck me!" she suddenly heard, and she froze, at first thinking she had imagined it. Did she think she was hearing her mother say it to Clarence all over again, sort of as a warning to her that Clarence belonged to her mother.
Pulling away from him, she gasped, exhaling, then inhaling again.
"Relax," he whispered, then held a finger to his lips as he pointed off into the dark denseness of the imagine plant life.
Debbie listened for a moment, then heard rustling. Peering through the foliage, she saw glimpses of naked white flesh. Hunching lower, she saw two naked, writhing bodies, one a male, the other a female. Was it possible? Were there really two people in such a public place . . . fucking?
"He's really hot for her, whoever he is," Clarence whispered in her ear. The pressure of his whisper, plus what she was looking at, made Debbie shiver.
"But.. . " she gasped, and suddenly Clarence tugged her face up toward his, pressing his lips wetly to hers, grinding his lips solidly against hers. Debbie groaned and struggled, the magic of the moment having passed with the sight of the other fornicating couple. She panicked when he held her too tightly, then relaxed a little when he finally let her go.
"Hush!" he whispered. "They almost heard you. Now take it easy, be quiet, and well watch. Hell! You have to admit it's a lot more interesting then that crummy movie you just saw."
She tried to relax as he'd ordered, but the surprising kisses he had given her had built her to a height from which relaxing was difficult. This was the first time in her entire life she had ever been kissed, and she was shocked to realize just how much she liked it. The kiss had felt so deliciously warm and natural, and she was afraid she would lose control of herself. After all, even though she had enjoyed fingering herself, this was something for which she was definitely unprepared. Now, watching the other couple, seeing the primitive way the man's cock was thrusting in and out of the woman's vagina, Debbie suddenly felt afraid. She didn't want to become involved in something like that, no matter what she had originally imagined. It looked like something that could really hurt her. No, no, she definitely didn't want something like that to happen to her. She wasn't ready to suffer any kind of pain. She was only thirteen years old.
But the funny part of it was, her body had automatically responded to Clarence's kiss, even if her mind hadn't. Even though she'd mentally brought her guard up, fighting off any inner emotional feeling Clarence was trying to bring out, she could feel a thousand butterflies flitting around in her stomach.
Her gaze returned to the fornicating couple half-hidden in the darkness of the heavy foliage, and she jammed a fist into her mouth and began chewing on it. She liked Clarence, and she was aware of how happy he'd made her mother, but she didn't think his kisses would affect her as they'd done. Feeling one of his arms wrapped around her made her feel secure inside. She stared into the darkness, watching the movements of the fucking twosome, hearing them gasp and groan their delirious enjoyment of it all. God!! Two kisses and the sight of this was having its effect on her. If she were closer, there was no telling just what effect all this would have on her. Their lustful mewling and grunting seemed to tell what they were doing, well enough. One didn't even have to see what was going on. But when she wanted to pull away, to hurry to the car, Clarence's arm held her tight, making her watch the erotic tableau spread out before them like some obscene feast to the eyes. She didn't want to antagonize Clarence, but how much longer did she have to look at all this? It was driving her crazy.
And then the craziest thing happened. There was a sudden burst of silence, and Debbie stared through the bushes, hoping the whole thing was over. She wanted to get back to the car and go home before anything happened between her cousin and herself. She didn't know what was going on in her cousin's mind, but she did know looking at all this was getting her hotter and hotter.
Moonlight, filtering through the upper foliage, playing across the two naked bodies she was watching, made them look silvery. More, it outlined them very clearly. She gasped, unable to believe what she saw. The female who had been in the process of being fucked now lowered her head above her partner's solid cock. Then she heard a soft, muttered groan, as Clarence whispered, "Watch! She's gonna blow him. She's giving head."
"Oh, NO!" Debbie gasped in a low voice, turning and pressing her face into his chest. "That's terrible!"
Even though she had mentally decided she would be able to hold up no matter what she saw, this was too much. Tears filled her eyes. The horrible sight of the man's thick prong slowly disappearing into the hot oval of the woman's slick mouth was too much for her. The sounds now coming from inside the bushes made her tremble. She could hear the loud wet sucking sounds, mixed with sighing gasps of delight, mingling with mewlings coming from the girl's throat, letting him know she was enjoying what she was doing.
Debbie burrowed her face deeper into Clarence's shoulder and tried to close out all sounds. But nothing helped. She wanted to run away from there, but her knees wouldn't support her. She realized she was dependent on Clarence's support to keep her on her feet. She could do nothing but stand there and listen, becoming overpoweringly heated up with each passing moment, yet mentally shutting everything out, fearing she would become as perverse as that woman. Yes, perverse. That was the only word for it. Sucking a man's penis was a perversity.
And then she became aware of Clarence's hand cupping one of her own breasts. His fingers suddenly tightened around her already stiffening nipple, sending an unexpected blister of pain, mingling with a certain amount of pleasure, shooting through her gentle body. Flashes shot through her spine. Gasping, she writhed in his arms and turned to face the wanton spectacle of the naked woman sucking off the man's cock as they lay hidden deep in the covering bushes.
In her mounting fear, the obscene sight caught her completely off guard, and she stopped to stare, suddenly fascinated by the obscenity of what the woman was doing. She had never imagined two people would ever indulge in something like this. It should have disgusted her, but God help her, she could feel a strange tickling between her heated thighs. She shut her eyes again, but was unable to block out the lustful, wanton sight. Their loud grunts, and the wet slurping sounds of her lips on his throbbing whang drifted through the night air, reaching the frightened young girl's ears, magnifying the licentious scene to many times its size.
Debbie knew it was wrong. Even earlier in the day, when she had first confronted Clarence, feeling she would surrender to him at that time, had he asked, she now realized she couldn't, because her brain continually insisted she do as her mother insisted.
Her head half-turned back to face Clarence, tilting up, and once again his mouth was on hers. Now she felt her body starting to betray her as his tongue forced its way into her mouth again. She writhed frenetically in the hope of somehow pulling away and shutting off all her physical desires. But Clarence was too strong for her, and the more she struggled, the more heated she became. She would have thrashed about even more, but in the back of her mind was the constant fear of disturbing the other couple. She didn't want them to know just who was looking at them. She would never be able to look either of them in the face if she saw them on the street, knowing she had seen them here, in the bushes, doing such things.
"Look!" Clarence insisted, pulling his lips from hers and turning her face so she could see what was going on. "He fucked her until she came, and now she's sucking his cock until he comes. See it?"
"Yes," Debbie hissed. "I see it." The lewd sounds of her cousin's words rang in her ears.
"I think the time has come for you and me to give it a try, Deb."
He tugged her around so she was facing him, then ground his pelvis against hers, sliding his hands around to clutch her soft buttocks, ramming her groin tightly into his.
"Clarence," she gasped. "You know we can't do that!"
"Why not?" he asked, keeping his voice low. "I've been thinking about our little talk all day, and I'll bet you want to know all about what it's like to be fucked. Well, why not with me? I'm not ugly."
His mouth covered hers again, his tongue lancing all the way in as he ground his torso against hers. The hardness of his trousers let her know his penis was thick and ready.
"Clarence, no," she silently gasped when the kiss was finished.
Tears flooded her young eyes, but there was no way for her to resist without bringing a lot of attention to herself, and Clarence had gauged her correctly in figuring she didn't want attention brought to herself.
Why had she let him come and drive her home? Debbie wondered. She would have been safer taking the bus. Clarence was someone from whom she would have to stay away in the future.
Her body stiffened as she felt his hand continuing to massage the roundness of her buttocks, pulling the front of her thighs more tightly against him. She closed her eyes tightly, fighting with her mind, exercising whatever willpower she had left, doing her best to force out the sensations uncontrollably running rampant through her young body. But the pressure of his palm against her tremblingly vital nipple, and the solidity of his throbbingly erect phallus pressing itself into the softness of her belly brought more soft moans of helpless submission from the weeping girl.
"God!" Clarence whispered. "You have some fabulous build for a kid your age. When you get a little older, you'll put your mother to shame. We're both gonna love what'll happen."
"Oh God, no!" she gasped, still feeling perverse ripples of delight coursing through her body. "Mother says it's wrong."
"Yeah, well if you don't really like the guy, then it's wrong," Clarence whispered. "But when you like someone the way we both know you like me, then it's right, honey. It has to be right. Believe me, this crap about virginity is just that; crap. Most guys like their chicks experienced."
And then his hand was running down along her thigh to the hem of her dress. Little by little he began pulling the skirt up until it reached the tops of her thighs. Debbie stood there, shuddering, afraid to move, not really knowing what to do. She almost squealed when she felt his hand touch her bare flesh just above the elastic of her panties. She wriggled, and his hand slid down the outside of her panties until it came to the crotch band. Abruptly he snaked a finger underneath, pulling the elastic out just enough for the finger to fit in. Then the ball of his finger slid in, smoothly moving up and down the wet crevice, making Debbie jump as it tickled her ultra-sensitive slit. Carefully parting her wet, mossy pubic hair, he reached out and touched the enlarging clitoris, which seemed to be peeping out as if trying to fathom what was happening. When he touched the thrilled button-like clit, Debbie jumped, squealing and writhing. Only his mouth, once again on hers, prevented her squeal from being heard. She realized the soft flesh behind her outer pussylips was wet with unwanted desire, a veritable ocean of lust liquid. She also knew she dared not cry out. Anyone seeing her here with Clarence might easily think she was here willingly. God! It was all so open. Anyone else walking along this same path would spot them.
Tears of fear and humiliation poured down her cheeks. She realized she was uncontrollably responding to the pressures of his finger, feeling the maddening movement drive her wild. His other hand was still caressing her breast, making her hips writhe in an involuntary rhythm to the insistent movement of his finger in her sopping cunt.
"Spread your thighs a little," Clarence whispered, breathing heatedly in her ear. "Spread 'em really wide."
"Oh, no, no, no!" she gasped. "Someone else could come along and see us."
"If we go to where the car's parked, where it's nice and dark and no one can see us, will you let me do what I want?"
"Don't fuck me," she begged. "Please don't fuck me."
"I won't fuck you if you do as I say."
"Oh God! You won't make me do to you what she's doing to him, will you?"
"Oh Jesus! You really are a kid. No, no, I won't make you do that. But I want to do whatever else makes me happy."
"Okay, okay," she agreed, feeling his finger still sliding in and out of her tight, virginal pussy
Debbie once again looked over into the darkness, where the other couple still lay under beams of moonlight, she, on top of him, pistoning her head up and down so she could drive his cock in and out of her clutching mouth.
"Don't keep looking at them," Clarence whispered. "They have no idea we're here, and at this moment, even if they did, they wouldn't give a damn. Come on, let's get over to the car."
Debbie hurried along the path with him until they came to the parking lot. Most of it was brightly lit, but the far corner, where Clarence had parked his car, was dark. A lot of other cars were there, but they seemed to be empty.
It wasn't until Clarence had pulled her into the backseat of the car that Debbie suddenly realized the commitment she'd made. She couldn't believe it. She had agreed to do something with her cousin just to get away from being seen in public with him. He had trapped her into this. She was panicked, and she would have leaped out on the other side of the car, except this was a two door car, and they were now in the backseat, and there was no way she would be able to get out without him grabbing her and hauling her back in. And if it came down to that, he might really hurt her.
"GOD!" she gasped.
"What's wrong?" Clarence asked, frightened for a moment she might have hurt herself.
"Clarence, do we have to do this?" she asked.
"You promised," he murmured, and she could see the fire in his eyes.
Yes, she had promised, even though she'd had no idea what it was she'd really promised. His words began wildly churning in her mind as he moved closer to her and once again began to caress her breasts. The feeling of his hands really aroused her, and she began rationalizing to herself that she had indeed promised. But he, in turn, had promised she would still be a virgin when this was all over, so there was something to be gotten out of all this by her. As long as Clarence would keep his word, she was obligated to keep hers. Despite feeling a certain amount of misgivings, basically because of everything she had been taught, Debbie finally nodded, saying, "Yes, yes, you're right, Clarence. I promised."
He pulled her pliant young body against his as they sat in the backseat of his car, and he began kissing her eagerly, pressing his eager, wet lips tightly over hers. Again his tongue cut into her mouth, licking every which way. She sat limply beside him as he rammed the hardness of his solid cock against the white softness of her thigh.
In her despairing misery, Debbie tried hard not to let her mind think or feel as his hands undid the few buttons in front of her dress. She shuddered when he slid the dress down over her shoulders and off her arms. Then she heard, rather than felt when he unsnapped her brassiere. He sighed in wanton, lustful appreciation at the sight of her breasts as he tugged off the bra and let it slide to the car floor. She could feel her small, ripe breasts tingle in the open air. And then she heard the faint whizzzz of a zipper, and suddenly he was tugging her dress below her hips.
Debbie came to realize her cousin was on his knees, on the floor, in the rear of the car, pulling her dress down and off. Then his frantic fingers hooked in the elastic waistband of her panties, drawing them slowly down over the softness of her full, round buttocks. A moment more, and her panties were on the floor of the car with the dress and bra. He would have pulled off her shoes and socks as well, but he knew it would have taken too much time to put them on again, afterward.
Debbie was totally naked now, at the mercy of her lusting cousin whose eyes were riveted to her gleaming body. He was so anxious to begin playing with her, he was foaming at the mouth.
His wet lips pressed themselves to her heaving belly, making the bare flesh cringe. She shivered and gripped his hair with the intention of pulling his face away.
Clarence mistook this for total surrender on her part, and he slowly let his mouth drop to the golden pubic triangle of soft fuzz, darting his tongue lower and lower until the tip actually touched the inside of her outer labia, darting in and out of the quivering moist slit.
She tried squirming back on the seat, but Clarence caught her knees and raised them over his shoulders. Half rising from his kneeling position, he rumbled with the seat catch, and suddenly the back of the passenger seat came down until it was level with the back seat. He rolled her from his shoulders onto the leather seat, then did the same on the other side. Now the entire car was one big bed. He was now hovering over her enticingly naked body, smiling down at her lush nudity. She stared at him, seeing him like some kind of wild animal about to pounce on its helpless prey.
"D-d-don't DO that, Clarence," she begged.
"Don't put your mouth down THERE!"
But his warm, sweaty palms were already clamped on her inner thighs, spreading them farther and farther apart. She stared in wide-eyed terror, struggling to close her thighs, but he was much too strong.
"Debbie," he gasped. "Stop this. You ain't strong enough to stop me. Now you promised, and I shouldn't have to fight you. Struggle hard enough, and maybe someone'll see the car rock, and they'll send a cop over to help you. Is that what you want?"
"My God, no!" she gasped, lying back with her upraised head against the back of the backseat. She stared, watching him lick his lips in anticipation of going right into her seething snatch.
"So be quiet and let me do what I wanna do," he snapped, staring at the pinkly wet flesh of her gaping hole. "I'm going to put my mouth down there, and I'm going to kiss, and lap, and lick that pretty little twat of yours, sucking on that sweet little clit of yours until you come. And I promise you're gonna COME! So you just lie back and let me enjoy what I'm doing."
She gasped in helpless submission. His wanton words made her tremble, but not with fear. She was shivering with a heat of her own, feeling rampant lust eel its way through her. She didn't want it, and yet. . . she did. She shuddered, filled with unwilling arousal, feeling his fingers part her soft pubic labia, pulling them wider and wider and wider. The soft pinkness of her interior, even in the darkness, was exposed to his glaring stare. He looked up and down the sopping slit, open only because his fingers held the labia apart. He gazed at it for what seemed like an extremely long time as Debbie held her breath, and then he lowered his head, his tongue extended so it could stab into the warmly throbbing walls of her virginal snatch.
"Eeeeeeeee!" Debbie gasped, twitching and shuddering uncontrollably as his wet, raw tongue flicked out against the upstanding bud of her growing clitoris. Then it slithered into the deep, tender sensitive hole beneath, as his thumbs pulled a little harder, exposing a bit more of her dilating interior.
His mouth and tongue began to work maddeningly at her soft, pulpy interior. But his eyes remained wide open, peering up through the small valley between her growing breast peaks, staring at the confused look on her face. He began grinning in wanton triumph, watching her facial expressions, enjoying the way she was groaning, the sounds coming from somewhere deep in her small chest as the hot, probing tip of his anxious tongue worked its way up and down the full length of her steaming slot. Starting at the top of her pussy, he moved his tongue lower a little at a time, slithering down over the wildly pulsating cunt and into the crevice between her rhythmically flexing asscheeks. His hands pressed on the backs of her knees, pushing them back until her kneecaps were way back, pressing against her soft breasts. He exposed the entire flat plane of her pink, tender vagina, baring it to his mouth so he could pillage and plunder it as he pleased.
He began fucking his tongue into her, harder and faster, and her whimpering soon filled the entire car; a symphony to his ears. Body and mind equally on fire with maddening lust, he dipped his head a little lower and let the tip of his tongue flick at her little anal center.
The totally unexpected contact with the oversensitive little pucker brought a gasping squeal of unconscious delight from Debbie's working lips. God! These were sensations. Nothing she had been able to do had equaled what his mouth was now doing to her. The young girl had to respond to what his mouth was doing. She automatically thrust her loins up toward his face, rapturous sensations racing madly through her body, driving her completely out of control. He answered each thrust of her anxious loins with a stabbing thrust of his tongue, stabbing it into the tight, forbidden rictus of her anal entry way. He lapped into it with his oral digit again and again, little by little loosening the tightness of her sphincter. Debbie's body trembled way beyond any kind of self-control. Her body and mind were totally lost in the engulfing waves of lascivious sexual pleasure.
Clarence realized she had totally surrendered her youthful body to him, and with a wicked smile, lanced his anxious tongue deep into the quivering, shivering, anxious sheath of her teeming twat again. He could feel the soft, fleecy pubic hairs tantalizingly graze the tip of his nose as well as his cheeks as she rotated her anxious buttocks in a slow, almost hypnotic rhythm against his anxious face. He felt the deliciously sleek vaginal meat move moistly around his extended lingual digit as the madly vibrating walls of her inner pussy opened and closed with raging spasms. She was trying, in spite of her obvious revulsion at the thought of what she was doing, to tug his knifing tongue as far into the sucking depths of his fiery swamp as she was able. Her cuntwalls seemed to have suction cups attached to them as they tugged his lapping tongue deeper and deeper.
Her uncontrolled, inflamed body wriggled helplessly, writhing now with unashamed nakedness against his mad, wild, lapping tongue. She ground her tight box against the organ again and again until she thought she would go completely insane. Total, rapturous ecstasy seemed to flood her belly, making her want more and more and more.
Debbie's hands curled down into her cousin's hair, as another deep, soul-stirring moan began rising from her throat. Thoughts of what she had been taught in religious school were now the farthest thing from her mind. Nothing mattered anymore except for the wanton, exciting pleasure of Clarence's tongue as it slurped through her, thrusting in and out of her blistering cunt with more and more speed, stopping every now and again to flick at her shimmering clitoris.
Debbie's head flailed wildly from side to side against the seatback, her lips pulling back over her teeth, revealing their white even look now that the braces had been removed. She could feel the insane billows of her orgasm starting to rise inside her. The cords of her neck stood out as she pulled on her cousin's hair with all her strength, trying to tug his face into her hot quim.
Debbie felt herself insanely aroused. The sensations she had enjoyed when fingering herself were mild when compared to what she was feeling, now. She had believed her touching herself to be the ultimate sensation, but it was mild, very mild when matched against Clarence's tongue. A tongue was definitely superior to any finger. And she was able to rationalize it all because her cousin wasn't putting hands on her. He was putting his mouth on her, and her mother had never warned her against letting a man tongue her pussy. Nor had her religion even hinted at anything being wrong about oral/genital, or oral/anal contact. These were subjects never brought up. And she would still be a virgin when all this was finished, so she really hadn't gone against her teachings.
"Unnhhh!" she gasped. "Yes, YES, DO IT, Clarence. DO IT!"
"Do WHAT?" Clarence asked, raising his head and looking at her, her vaginal secretions dripping from his face. A wide grin was pasted there; a grin of total triumph, pleased to know he had her right where he wanted her. "What is it you want me to do?"
"Lick me, Clarence," she gasped. "Keep on licking me."
"Where do you want me to lick you, Debbie?" he teased.
"There, where you've been licking me."
"Where is that?" he asked, insistent she say the words to him. She knew them. Her mother had cursed a thousand times using such words. There was no reason for Debbie to behave prissily with him.
"My cunt," she gasped. "Lap my cunt. Lick it and lap it again and again."
She was almost screaming in the closed car, her hips grinding a wantonly sensuous spiral against the leather seat, her head lolling from side to side as her tongue hung out with anxious lasciviousness.
"Yes," he whispered. "This time I'll lick your pussy. But the next time we get together, you're going to suck my cock the way that other girl was sucking that fella's prick. Yes?"
"Yes, yes, anything, anything at all, but lick my twat. Lick it, Clarence."
With a wide grin still splitting his face, Clarence dipped his head lower, his mouth pressing against her vaginal inner membranes as his thumbs tugged her labia wide apart. His tongue stabbed as far into her as it could go, wildly licking and reaming out her tasty tunnel.
"Unnhhgghh!" Debbie gasped as the long, heated oral digit seemed to slice through her tender tissues, licking harder and harder as her tiny, shapely body reacted with maddening lurches. Her hands were once again twined in his hair, tightly pulling his face into her sucking cunt pit as her sweat-soaked loins surrounded his cheeks.
Christ! she thought. Holy Christ! It feels so wonderful. It really feels so terrific. Oh Godddd! Goddd! How could she have ever thought a mere finger could equal this? Now she understood why her mother had turned to Cousin Clarence for solace. If this was something her father had given her mother, even if he'd done it with his cock rather than his tongue, and it was suddenly stopped because her father had become ill, well her mother must have really gone crazy. Clarence was heaven-sent.
The more he licked, the more she wanted. She began to understand this was neither wicked nor sinful, as her religion had preached. On the contrary, this was the most wonderful feeling in the whole wide world. How in the name of heaven could anyone make up laws forbidding something this wonderful? This was something kids should be taught in school. Golly! Imagine having a pussy-lapping class. That would be really terrific. There would probably be a cock-swallowing class to go along with it, but the way she felt now, Debbie was all for that, too.
Clarence continued his lustful lapping of her wetly shivering vagina, his hands sliding up over her slightly rounded belly to her small, firm breasts, cupping and then squeezing them. There was a heavy brutality in the pressure of his hands as opposed to the gentle way she had touched herself, earlier, but for some reason, at this moment, she preferred his brutality. His lips and tongue continued their wild assault on her widespread trough. She heard the wanton, obscene noises he made as he sucked and licked, filling the small car with a multitude of weird sound. She clenched her small fists in his blond hair, pulling strand after strand loose, her hands tightening and loosening convulsively. His probing tongue licked at the erect, throbbing button of her shivering clitoris. She whined sharply, grunting almost agonizingly as she felt him grip the small bud between his teeth, holding it firmly in place without actually biting down. With it firmly gripped, he lashed it back and forth with the tip of his tongue, driving her totally wild.
Her head whipped wildly from side to side in mad, total, wanton abandonment. And then he opened his mouth wide, moving the flat of his tongue down along the smoothly burning slit of wet mucous to the pulsating orifice of her sucking vagina. The tongue began orally fucking into her more and more quickly, lunging in harder and faster, licking, slurping, digging further and further into her dilated, clutching cunt as she continued gasping and whimpering unintelligible sounds. He swirled and flicked his tongue through the silken interior of her vaginal membranes. Her soft, velvety cuntlips seemed to open more and more in response to his plunging tongue.
Her thighs had all but fallen to the leather seat now, and he once again moved his shoulders beneath them and flung them over his back, exposing the entire vaginal plane to his moving mouth. Then, cupping her small, full buttocks with both palms, he snaked his tongue deep, deep into the burning liquid depths of her simmering hole, feeling her naked thighs crush against the sides of his face.
Debbie's moans of animal lust reverberated through the interior of the car. Good God! Great God! Wonderful God!
Her brain was screaming thoughts to heaven consistently as Clarence continued driving the full length of his thrusting tongue into her searing depths. He licked her cuntal drippings into his mouth, swallowing the viscous fluid and then seeking more.
Each time she seemed to slow in her responses a little, each time her twitches weren't as strong or her shuddering responses weren't as great when his tongue plunged into her vaginal container, he yanked the lingual length out and licked lower, teasing her anal orifice. And her ass was no less virginal than her throbbing cunt.
Debbie sucked in her breath in a large swallow, moaning in wild rapture, past all caring now, no longer thinking how vile and dirty it was for him to lick her asshole. She thrust her anxious loins at him again and again, feeling the way he stiffened, puckered opening so zealously guarded by her sphincter. He drove it into her forbidden garden again and again, almost splitting it wide open.
Debbie's body shivered thrillingly, totally enjoying the overpowering assault of sensuality against her anal opening. Her body began spasming wildly, feeling furious torrent upon torrent of thrillingly orgiastic enjoyment.
Clarence lapped and licked and slammed his driving tongue into her tightly pungent asshole, thrilling to her wild gyrations. He sensed the taste of witch hazel, and realized his cousin applied it there to keep herself fastidiously clean.
The way her lust-controlled body gyrated, Clarence knew it wouldn't be long before she would attain her total orgasm. Well this was precisely what he wanted, and even though his cock was burning a hole in his pants, he would keep it away from her, this time. He wanted her to come by way of his mouth, and he wanted her to come so strongly, the next time he approached her, she would be not only willing, but overanxious to do whatever he wanted, which would include the sucking of his fat cock by the tiny mouth he had kissed before.
Now he drove his tongue deeper and deeper into her anal passage. Then, when her ass was tingling to the point where it was almost numb, he tugged his tongue out and speared it into the heated, hungering depths of her vaginal orifice, once again titillating the inner nerve-endings before lapping at the shuddering clitoris.
As he licked, his eyes looked up between the mounds of her small, firm breasts, and he could see the twisted grimace lining her lovely face, even in the dark. Yes, yes, he really had her going. Lovely little Debbie would be his to toy with, along with her mother. She would never tell what he was doing, because to tell would mean she'd lose the pleasure of his tongue slurping through her vagina. And though there were other cunt-eaters around, Debbie was not the kind of girl to go fucking with different men until she found a pussy-eating male. No, she was his for as long as he lived at the Wells house. It was a pleasure to watch the way she wallowed in it. Hell, the way she was writhing, he could tell her climax was very near.
Debbie squirmed madly under the pressure of his licking tongue until she was certain she would go insane from the sheer ecstatic rapture in her love-hungry thighs and belly. Lord! Lord! She needed to reach that wonderful end she had felt with her finger. It had been an end that was not an end, because she had been so certain there was more, beyond. And yet, she would settle for that, here and now. Please God! There had to be some wonderful finish to all this. Her head continued wagging from side to side as she humped her insanely tantalized cunt into her cousin's anxious mouth. She could feel his wicked tongue flatly running from her clitoris into her trembling inner succulence, and suddenly a cyclone of overpowering proportions began bearing down on her. She felt the gathering storm of her inner climax mounting higher and higher, peaking, and then . . . she was there, she was orgasming, and it was more powerful than the one she had given herself with her finger.
"YEEAAGGHH!" she screamed, almost shattering the shatterproof windows in the car as she wildly rocked. "GODUUUHHH!" she gasped, her thighs tightly clenched around his anxious face.
Clarence heard the earsplitting wail and was glad her thighs were clamped around his face. Otherwise the sound would have shattered his eardrums. It was a deep-throated, only half human wail, and he could feel her twining fingers pulling so hard on his hair she would shortly yank all the hair out. She tugged his face even deeper into her wildly convulsing vagina, pulling with all her might. Heavy juices began flowing like rivers through her sodden tissues, and out against his open mouth and face.
Much of the flowing stickiness was missed by his tongue as it dripped into the crevice between her asscheeks and wet her puckered anal hole, after which it fell to the leather beneath, pooling there in heavy quantities. Even in his tortured state of mind, Clarence realized how good her flow would be for the leather seats, keeping them from drying and cracking. She squealed over and over, as Clarence's mouth sucked and drained her cooze as if he were draining the juices from a split-open peach.
After what seemed like an eternity, Debbie slowly sank back to earth, feeling totally drained. There wasn't another sensation left in her anxious body. Her fingers opened, releasing his disheveled blond hair as she felt completely spent.
"Well," Clarence gasped, sitting next to her now, looking down at her face as she lay there, more than sated. "Did you like it?"
"Uh-huh!" was all she could say.
"Come on, honey," he whispered. "We have to get you dressed and home before everyone wonders what happened to you."
"Clarence," she whispered. "Do you think I'm an easy girl?"
"Hello, no," he answered, adjusting the seats. "I think you're a normal girl with normal instincts. You just didn't wanna let 'em go. But when you spoke to me about seeing what I did with your mom, well, I just had to make love to you. You got the same hot blood as your mom. If I'd let you go without making some kind of love to you, you'd have finally made it with some other guy, and the other guy wouldn't have done it this way. He might have knocked you up, and that's the last thing you'd want."
He waited until she finished dressing, then started the car and drove out of the lot. Both were feeling good, though Clarence knew he'd have to try and fuck his aunt before going to bed. He needed some relief from the inner tension he was feeling.
Neither of them saw the shadowy figure emerge from behind a car near where they had been parked. He stood there, grinning.
Eddie Williams was the nastiest kid in the village. He was also a blackmailer. Only thirteen years old, himself, he was in many of Debbie's classes, and had recognized her.
CHAPTER FIVE
Deborah "Dippy" LeCur was the best friend of Debbie Wells. Her hair was as black as Debbie's was blond, and though her features were completely different, with a slightly longer, straighter nose, and fuller lips, her face was no less beautiful. She had a slightly less developed body than Debbie, but it was growing, and even if it took a little longer to get where it was going, it would eventually get there, and her shape would be just as good as that of Debbie Wells.
Dippy was much hotter than Debbie, but she was also much more afraid of her parents, and as a result, she relieved her tensions by masturbating, all the time. This still wasn't enough, and so Dippy had taken up voyeurism as a hobby. And what she saw, she discussed with Debbie, creating the impression she was much more of a blabbermouth than she really was.
Dippy's secret wish was to be raped. She knew if she were raped, her parents couldn't hold her responsible. Then, no longer having a cherry about which to worry, she could fool around to her heart's content.
Having finished with her babysitting job early, Dippy walked back home. Her house was just around the corner from where she had been sitting, and hers was a nice neighborhood, for the most part. True, there were a few rowdies, but most of them went to the rec center at night to see what kind of loose girls they could pick up.
She didn't notice Eddie Williams, across the street from her, as she headed for home. Just as Williams was in many of Debbie's classes, so was he in some of Dippy's classes, and Dippy despised him as much as Debbie and all the other girls did.
Perhaps the only people who liked Eddie Williams at all, were two other boys on the "Most Despised" list in school. One was older than the other two. He had been left back so many times, everyone thought he would become a career student at the junior high school. He was Parkhurst "Parky" Thomas, who looked like a young version of Lee Marvin, except for his shaven head. He had been as bald as the proverbial cue ball. He was letting his head and face hair grow, not because it made him look meaner-which it did-but because he was now too lazy to shave. Although he rarely washed, he spent most of his after school hours lounging at the pool in the rec center, swimming. His parents had given up on him a long time earlier, knowing it was only a matter of months, perhaps less, before he committed some crime for which he would end up on death row. Even if he was never executed, he would be locked away for life.
Then there was Scott Billups. Scott, or Scotty as he was unaffectionately called, had a girl's face attached to a head the size of a bowling ball. He was short for his age, with an inferiority complex longer and wider than the Long Island Sound. He got his kicks from shooting holes in people's windows with his BB gun, or by throwing fire crackers into their bushes and scaring their dogs. He did other things, like kick cats, and let the air out of people's tires. But both his parents were either working or drunk, and had no time to notice.
Eddie Williams liked hanging around with Scotty Billups and Parky Thomas. That particular night, he had been in the parking lot smoking a roach he hadn't wanted to share with his friends, and he had seen Debbie and Clarence hurry to their car. He had sneaked over and had watched all the action. Not wanting to let the other two in on what he'd seen, because they'd want to know why he'd been alone in the parking lot, Eddie decided to keep it to himself. But he was burning up and could hardly wait to get home and jerk off.
Parky and Scotty were with him when he spotted Dippy walking home. Seeing the girl, he felt hotter than ever, and he unknowingly decided to make Dippy's wish come true. Parky had already knocked back three beers, and Scotty had enjoyed two of his own. So when Eddie said, "Get a load of that snooty twat across the street," the other boys were more than happy to look at Dippy, who was passing under a streetlamp. The three of them stared at the way her entire lithe body seemed to shimmer under her dress, watching her young hips twitch from side to side as she walked. This wasn't the first time they had looked at Dippy, but usually it was in school, when all they could do was talk about what they would like to do to her or Debbie, or some of the other girls. But tonight two of them were half drunk, and the third was hot from having seen Debbie being eaten by Clarence.
"What say we jump on her and teach her a little lesson," Eddie whispered to the others. "She'd never squeal on us. Besides, she's got a hot box. I once overheard her say something about wanting to lose her cherry so she could get laid steadily. I figure we're just the guys to accommodate her."
"Why not," Parky agreed. "There's just one minor problem. I don't figure we should let her see our faces, no matter what. If we grab her and throw something over her eyes it'd make everything a whole lot simpler."
"I got this kerchief," Scotty whispered, referring to the bandana he was wearing around his neck. "It's big enough to do the job. We can tie it over her eyes, but we can't do it out here, in the open, where everyone can see us."
"Nobody's home in my house," Parky told them. "What say we take her down into my basement. There's an old bed down there, and everything."
"Shit yeah," Eddie nodded. "I'm all for that. Look at the goddamn ass on that kid."
"Look at those legs," Parky muttered. "I'll bet she'd snap your neck with 'em if she ever wrapped 'em around you. Shit! She'd give one helluva ride, don'tcha think. I mean, I've fucked a couple of those high school pussies, but I'll bet they're nothing compared to that kid over there."
"Hey," Eddie said. "If she's a virgin, she might smell down there. Virgins don't know from shit about keeping pussies clean."
"Well I don't know about you two guys, but I ain't gonna start sniffing her pussy. I'm gonna fuck it," Parky told them.
"Where the hell can we grab her without our being seen?" Scotty asked.
"Yeah, where?" Eddie asked. "We can't just walk right up to her and tell her we're gonna fuck her."
"Knock it off," Parky snapped. "That dummy is gonna cut across the Jones lawn, where it's nice and dark, and she'll be cut off from being seen, either from the street, or from her house. That's when we jump her. We can use Scotty's kerchief to blindfold her, and then we can carry her across the other street to my house. My parents won't be home for a good three or four hours, yet. So we can ball that dumb Dippy."
"Yeah," Scotty nodded. "I go for that. Hey, her tits are starting to grow. I want to play with them for awhile."
"Scot's right," Eddie nodded. "I've been kinda wondering what those tits look like."
"Well we don't gotta wonder no more," Parky sneered. "All we gotta worry about is taking off her clothes. We don't wanna rip nothing, because we don't want her to have evidence of being raped."
"Well shit, if she's medically examined, the doctor'll know," Scotty pointed out.
"He'll know she's been fucked," Parky pointed out. "He won't know she's been raped. If she opens her big mouth, we'll swear she did the seducing. It'll be the word of the three of us against her."
"Yeah, and the next time, we'll fuck the shit outta her again," Eddie nodded.
"Suppose we stop talking about it and get to it," Parky snapped. "I can't wait to see her, bare-ass naked."
"Christ!" Scotty mumbled. "I got me a stiff one just thinking on it. My cock's getting so big it'll tear a hole in my pants."
The three boys, barely able to keep themselves from coming then and there, moved slowly toward the Jones house, taking a roundabout route so Dippy wouldn't see them. They reached the house and silently moved onto the lawn, hiding themselves in the shadows of the heavy foliage.
Dippy, still unaware anything was wrong, strolled leisurely along and stepped onto the Jones lawn, totally unaware of the three boys. She had no inkling they were in the nearby shadows waiting for her to come close enough for them to grab.
Eddie was trembling, partially with anxiety, partially with fear. Having seen the naked Debbie Wells being eaten by her cousin, he had been anxious to muff-dive on this one's pussy. But with Parky Thomas around, that would be out of the question. Parky would want to go first, and he'd not only make her bleed, but he'd fire a wad of come into her tight cunt. That meant her pussy would be dripping blood and spunk. Hell! He wasn't going to lap that up. But there would be other times. He had no doubt Dippy would love what they would do to her, and the next time he probably wouldn't even have to blindfold her. She'd beg him for his cock. Shit! His big brother, Jeff, was always getting all the chicks and never telling him anything about it. Well this time he'd have an experience he'd be able to keep secret from Jeff, the big stiff.
Eddie wasn't the only anxious one. Scotty was even more anxious. Because of his effeminate features, none of the girls in school wanted anything to do with him. Hell! "He had as much right to get laid as any other guy in school. If they didn't give it to him willingly, he would get it any way possible. And this dumb Dippy LeCur seemed like just the right one on which to start.
But it was Parky Thomas who was the hottest one of the trio. He had fucked a couple of girls in school, but he'd had to be careful not to hurt them. But this little bit of fluff, with the bandanna covering her eyes, wouldn't know who was doing what to her. He was going to fuck her in all three holes, and he was going to fuck her hard. He was burning up with the urge to sink his young cock into her virgin twat. Sheeittt! He had a good seven inches, which was longer than any other guy in the junior high school. And he was more than two inches in breadth. Jesus! When he plugged into a chick, she knew it. As long as the other two guys were around, he would go on showing them who was boss, which meant slapping them around if they got out of line, or slapping Dippy around if she began screaming or opening a big mouth.
"Now" he whispered, and Scotty charged from the shadows, wrapping his bandanna over the upper half of Dippy's face. He had it tightly knotted before she could understand what was happening.
His arms wrapped themselves tightly around her forearms, while Eddie had his arms around her shins, lifting her up off the ground. Parky had his hand clamped over her mouth to keep her from screaming. Then they hurried across the street to the Thomas house. With one hand still tightly clamped over the terrified girl's mouth. Parky used his other hand to dig out his key and unlock the side door. Then she was instantly dragged down a flight of dark stairs. The hand came away from her mouth, but the door to the outside closed, and even though she tried screaming, Dippy found her throat was suddenly too hoarse and gravelly.
Parky turned on the cellar light, but Dippy, with the bandanna tied tightly over her eyes, saw nothing but darkness. She felt herself being flung on a bed. She could feel the lumpy mattress under her. Before she could pull the blindfold away, she felt a pair of strong hands grab her wrists. A beery voice snarled, "We're leaving your hands untied, but if you try taking off the blindfold, we'll kill you."
"What are you going to do?" the timid, frightened girl asked.
"We're gonna fuck you," Parky rasped. "Fight us, and we'll also kick the shit out of you. Now you just lie back and don't move, unless it's the kind of move that'll make us happy."
"Us!" Dippy thought, reaffirming her original belief about their being more than one.
She felt horrified. Yes, all those other times she had dreamed of being raped. Now that it was about to happen, she suddenly realized she didn't want to be raped. She would much rather have lost her hymen by playing tennis, or going horseback riding. These clowns could really tear her apart.
She felt thick, shivering, anxious hands starting to undo her dress. Even though every inner instinct in her cried out for her to fight back, she let her hands lie at her sides. She had a feeling the voice had been telling the truth when he'd promised to "kick the shit out of her" if she tried fighting them. She had no idea who they were at the moment, nor did she know how many there were.
But she did note they were being careful not to rip any of her clothing as they removed it.
Parky stared at the girl's luscious body as he pulled her bra off. She had tits, all right. They were small tits, but they were full and round. Eddie noticed their roundness and couldn't help comparing them to Debbie's breasts. He felt the blonde had better boobs.
When Parky started pulling Dippy's panties off, Dippy first began straggling. He flipped her over on her belly and began whacking her asscheeks, saying, "This is just a sample, kid. You lie still or you're really gonna get hurt."
Dippy's face, pressed into the mattress, was sobbing, making all kinds of muffled sounds. She lay still, no longer fighting the boys. Parky had her panties off. Even in the dim basement light he could appreciate the round whiteness of the two orbs. He could also see the dark furrow between her thighs with the littlest slash of pink in the exact center.
At Parky's orders, the other two boys made Dippy stand up, having her stand on the bed so the three of them could better see all her nakedness. They could also see the quivering of her lower jaw.
"Lay down on the bed," Parky ordered, and Dippy, trembling, slowly sank to the lumpy mattress. The small, ripening globes of her youthful breasts stood straight up, the nipples quivering. Eddie's mouth watered as he stared at them. God! She had nice little tan buds. Neither of her aureoles had really grown, but those nipples were really thickening nicely. He couldn't keep from leaning across from the side of the bed and popping the nipple into his mouth, sucking it and licking it. He could feel the black-haired girl writhing under the mouthing, and it pleased him to know his sucking of her nipple could affect her so strongly.
Scotty, seeing the way the girl was undulating in spite of being afraid, began sucking on her other nipple, biting it a little and chewing on it. Neither he nor Eddie had any finesse about them, but both were perfect gentlemen compared to Parky Thomas. But soon, each was nibbling a bit too hard, and suddenly Dippy screamed. Parky instantly slapped her across the face, snarling, "You shut up, bitch. You're here to give the three of us pleasure."
Three. There were three. Now Dippy knew a bit more.
"You scream like that again, and your folks'll have a surgical bill for having your nipples sewn back on," Parky snapped. "Now you just lie there nice and quiet, and don't open that trap of yours unless we tell you to. Dig?"
"Yes," she gasped, nodding her head.
"Okay, just as long as we understand each other."
"You w-won't get away with this," she stammered. "You know you'll be caught."
"Who's gonna tell 'em?" Parky asked. "You? You don't know who we are, where you are, or what we look like. Besides, even if you found it all out, it really wouldn't help you. It's your word against ours, and we're more than you, so they'll take our word. Your best bet is to shut up and be quietly fucked."
"I could really start screaming," she gasped, shuddering, tightening up as if afraid she would be hit again.
"So scream," Parky laughed. "Nobody's gonna hear you in this concrete-reinforced basement."
She was in a basement. There weren't too many homes in the area with basements, and even less had concrete reinforcement.
Dippy began softly crying, realizing no matter how easy they went, they would hurt her. God! If she ever got out of this, she'd never hope to be raped again. Her thighs shivered as she felt Parky's hands run over them, kneading their firmness, then running across her belly up to her breasts, pushing the heads of the other two boys away so he could thumb her nipples for awhile. His hands began squeezing her tits, crushing them, rubbing his palms into her growing tit points.
Then, getting on his knees on the bed, Parky unzipped his fly, pulled out his cock, and grabbed one of Dippy's hands, and wrapped it around his heated pole.
"Get a good feel of this," he told her, pressing her hand around the hard rod of cock. "Get a really good feel of it, because this is the last time you'll feel it with your hand before it's covered with your virgin blood."
Dippy realized there was no way she would be able to reason with any of them. She was able to understand they were too far gone with the need to fuck her to be rational. All three were going to use her, and she was willing to bet they intended using her more than once. And even if people believed she was raped, she still didn't really know where she was, though she knew it couldn't be too far from her house. She had cut across the Jones lawn to save having to walk around the corner. And when they had carried her, they hadn't carried her too far.
"Unnhhh!" she gasped, feeling Parky press his face into her belly as his tongue began wildly licking her belly. She began wriggling, because in spite of the horror of it all, she felt herself becoming aroused. Under the bandanna, her eyes were clenched tightly shut as she felt smoky sensations of warmth crawl through her belly. She realized he was bending over from the side to kiss her stomach, because her hot little hand was still gripping the thick pole between his thighs. She could have released it now, but her hand seemed magnetized to it, clutching and squeezing and grasping it. She could feel the oily, sticky-smooth liquid as it seeped from his cock-head.
"Let's not take any chances," Parky insisted. "Scotty, you keep her head in your lap, and Eddie, you just take a firm hold of her right thigh and keep it far away from her other thigh."
Parky forced Dippy's thighs apart in spite of a mild struggle on her part to keep them together. He moved his fingers forward until he touched her hole, and he was more than pleasantly surprised to find she was wet. Lubrication was oozing from her tight pussy, making the interior slippery.
He tried pushing his fingers into the tight narrowness, but Dippy was too constricted. She instinctively pulled her body away as Parky pushed against her tender pussylips. He moved his fingers forward again, applying a little more pressure. Little by little he felt her sopping pussylips open. At first they yielded grudgingly, then he applied more pressure, and suddenly the two manual digits were sliding tightly into her seething little vagina. He could feel continuing pressure from her vulva as they squeezed the fingers.
"Christ, you're tight, you little Dip," Parky gasped. "I'm really gonna love cramming my cock into you."
"Hey, come on, Parky," Eddie snapped. "In a way, this whole thing was my idea. I oughtta get firsts."
Parky. One of the boys was Parky. At least Dippy had an idea who was ravishing her.
Parky began laughing, but he eventually calmed down, got to his feet, dropped his pants and underpants, and said, "You're right. I ain't going first because I'm bigger and stronger than you guys. I'm going first because mine happens to be the cock that's sticking out. And I'm dangling it nearer to her cunt than either of your cocks. So just shut your dumb Williams face."
Williams! Eddie Williams, the creep who sat behind her in math class. He was also in on it. Oh, she would make him pay. So it was his idea She shuddered again as she felt Parky push his fingers deeper into her humid tenderness. He moved his fingers around and around, feeling her lubricate more and more heavily. She might have fought against what he'd intended doing to her when they'd first brought her here, but her body certainly seemed agreeable as to what was about to happen. He crammed his fingers in a bit deeper, feeling the female beneath him squirm and writhe. It made him smile, so he rammed his fingers in even deeper, and then he felt it. Yes, the girl was a virgin, all right. He could feel that little strip of membrane letting him know nothing had previously entered this deep.
Now Dippy began struggling against herself as much as the fingers moving through her. She squirmed with an energy born of desperation, knowing no matter how much she liked what he was doing to her, if she allowed it to continue, she was going to be thoroughly and totally raped. The fact that she had plunged her own fingers in and out of her pussy kept her from feeling pain up to this point. More than once she had used two of her own fingers, internally. But a cock was much thicker than two fingers, and she knew she was going to be hurt if he pushed the thick meat she had grabbed, into her tight cunt.
Parky pressed the flat of his palm against her dripping pussylips in an attempt to steady her. The pressure against her small clitoris only aroused her that much more, making her madly writhe all the more.
Parky was perspiring heavily, the sweat rolling off him in heavy droplets. He grabbed her dress, rolled it into a ball, and propped it under her shaking little ass to make her sweet, tight pussy that much more accessible. With one hand, he parted her labia, using his fingers and thumb, while the fingers of his other hand continued sawing in and out of her squishy cunt.
"Look at that juicing pussy," Parky gasped, watching the girl's foaming lubrication come oozing out all over his fingers before dripping down both her thighs. "This is one great cunt, all right," Parky gasped. "Look how rich and pink those pussylips are. Oh, wow! This is gonna be one terrific fuck."
He rubbed the pulsing head of his prick to her twitching entrance, moving it up and down the hot, creaming slit. He was able to feel her entire body tense, so he continued rubbing it until he found she was working her hips up and down in rhythm to the way his cock was rubbing her pussy. Then, finally finding the narrow cunt opening, he began to slowly push. He felt her curvy body doing all it could to resist him, but he knew it was no use. He had her, whether or not she liked it. He was going to fuck her. He was going to ram his thick cock home into her creaming snatch and fuck the shit out of her.
Dippy was more and more frightened with each passing second. She could see nothing, but she could hear her own grunts and groans, and they frightened her. She didn't want to be fucked by this animal. She didn't want to be raped. Her lifetime dream was nothing more than a dream. Now it had turned into an evil, vile, unwilling nightmare.
She gasped, feeling him push a little deeper, his throbbing glans parting her inner labia, now. She was struggling madly, but Scotty was holding her head tightly.
Scotty. She remembered now, Parky had said his name, too. Scotty! Scotty Billups, the boy who lived down the black. Now she knew who all three of them were, and she could understand her distaste for what was about to happen. She was being mishandled by the three rottenest kids in the neighborhood. God! All three of them were real bastards.
"Unnhhh!" It hurt. IT HURT! The sonofabitch was hurting her. Oh God! God! God!
Christ! Parky thought. Oh Christ! What a feeling. What a terrific feeling. It was like hot butter sliding around his throbbing cock. He could feel her tight membranes pushing back, doing their best to resist his continuing entry. Yeah, yeah, it made it all feel that much better. The thrilling sensation spread inside his shuddering cock. His shuddering transmitted itself to the girl, and soon she began trembling in rhythm to the way his cock was shuddering.
"Shee-ittt!! ! ! " Eddie gasped, leaning over, watching the way Parky's hot, burning rod was sinking into the tight, flaming depths of the girl's violated pussy.
Little by little the two pelvises were slowly coming together, the gap between them continually narrowing. Eddie's mouth hung wide open as he watched Parley's hairy, pimply ass move farther and farther between the unwilling thighs of the ravaged girl.
Parky stopped for a moment to catch his breath, allowing the front part of her inner vagina to accustom itself to his breadth. Then, as he leaned forward and pushed again, the front of his glans felt the resisting pressure of her cherry. Gripping her tender waist with clenched fists, he pulled back a little, then suddenly slammed through her hymeneal barrier.
"OHHHHHHHH, n-o-o-o-o-o-o-o . . . " the anguished girl screamed as he slammed deeper and deeper into the steaming center of her aggravated, burning pussy. His steel wool pelvis was scrubbing against the black moss of her mount of Venus, and he felt the warmth of her thighs involuntarily close in around his own hips. God! It felt good to be surrounded by her.
He fell forward, digging his palms into her breasts, his fingers cutting into the soft flesh as her lengthening nipples scratched both hands. He clung to the two boobs for support, squeezing and manipulating them tightly. Then he slowly brought his seething cock out of the quivering depths of her pained pussy, feeling the dripping secretions following him out, falling on the mattress, below. He looked down for a moment and saw the smears of bloody lubrication, and the sight only aroused him that much more. He sank his throbbing rod into her ravaged pussy repeatedly, each time gasping a little louder as he thrilled to the tight sensation of her formerly virgin cunt sucking on his throbbing putz. Back he pulled, then forward he went, still leaning on her breasts, nailing his cock into her depths to its very limit. He could feel the rubbery head bouncing off her cervix again and again.
"Get a loud of the way it looks," he said to the other two. "Isn't that one helluva thing to look at?"
He was staring down at his throbbing cock, watching as it shone in the incandescent light, gleaming with a mixture of oil and blood. Each time his throbbing cock drew back, it seemed to shine that much more. He could almost see the edges of her ragged cuntlips as he tugged his phallic spear back.
Dippy had been in terrible pain, at first. Now she was feeling somewhat better. The continuing thrust of his moving cock was getting to her, and even though she knew it was Parky Thomas, a boy whom she hated, she thrilled to the pressure of his moving whang as it slid in and out of her steaming center again and again, building a new kind of pressure inside her. It was starting to feel just as she had hoped it would always feel. In spite of the hurt it really felt good, good, good. She liked it, and if it hadn't been for the revolting smell of beer and pizza on the breath of the boy pounding into her, Dippy might have been able to enjoy this a little. But the combined smell of breath, body odor, and the sweat from the other two, mixed with the musty odor of the basement, kept her from enjoying any of it other than the continuing sensation within, as it heightened.
Now he began settling into a regular beat, attacking and retreating, slamming into her pelvis as hard as he could. His fingers continued squeezing her small breasts, enjoying the way they seemed to yield to him, like tiny rubber bulbs used to pump up a blood pressure band.
His strong knees forced her loins even farther apart, and he pounded into her all the harder. Parky was enjoying every last bit of this. Christ! He'd known fucking this little Dip would be terrific. But nothing he'd pictured in his mind's eye could equal the real pleasure he was feeling at the moment. Christ! It was as if her cunt had been made to fit around his throbbing penis.
"Oh shit, shit, shit, shit, shit!" he gasped, lunging into her with repeated hard thrusts. "This has gotta be the greatest cunt in the entire world. Oh man! This is what I call a real fucking."
"Remember," Eddie insisted. "It was my idea."
"Yeah," Parky laughed. "The idea was all yours. And that's why you're gonna go second. Scotty don't mind waiting, right?"
"Yeah, sure," Scotty nodded.
Parky could feel his bloated cock swelling and becoming even thicker, making it all the more difficult to jam it through Dippy's tight slash. Her bucking up, meeting his downward thrusts, enhanced the feeling even more, and he knew there was no way he would be able to hold back his jism. He was going to spend every last little sperm drop into the brunette's tight, squeezing cunt.
Dippy thrust her body up again and again, feeling her asscheeks snap tightly shut on each upward thrust. His swaying balls, which had been banging against her perineum, could no longer be felt as they now tightened up and were drawn up into his own crotch. She felt her folded dress under the small of her back, and wondered if it was bloodstained. If it was, it would be part of the proof she would have when she claimed she was raped. In spite of Parky's threats, Dippy knew her coming home crying, wearing a bloody dress, would make enough evidence to make the police enter the case. Medical evidence would prove she had been attacked. Whether or not there would be enough evidence to indict the three boys now attacking her was something she wouldn't know. But it would leave her free to enjoy all this from now on, provided she was careful. And she intended enjoying it. She could feel her own climax building inside her, even as Parky's cock became thicker and thicker in her steaming cunt. She was going to come and this time it was going to be a humdinger of a climax, and not a finger-enhanced job. Oh, was she ever going to come.
NNNNNGGGG, COMMMMMIIINNNNGGGGG! UUUUUGGGHHHH!" That blistering cock felt so far inside her, she thought the head had already forced its way into her belly. God! God! God!
Parky trembled as his probing prick stabbed all the way into her gushing depths. And then his own dam broke, and his semen came jetting out of him, shooting far into her womb. He sighed and gasped as he slammed forward with each seminal blast, firing load after load of heavy cream into the bucking girl, soothing the ache in her tormented cunt, while enhancing her own climax.
Parky kept his throbbing cock stuffed inside Dippy until he'd fired every last drop into her. He gritted his teeth to keep himself from screaming, not because he was worried about being heard, but because he wanted to prove to the others he was superior and didn't have to shout each time he popped a wad. Finally, after his throbbing cock had completely shrunk, he pulled it out.
Finally, after some minutes had passed, he rolled off the girl and fell on the floor.
"Okay, Eddie," he gasped. "It's your turn."
Eddie had already been dropping his pants, no longer holding onto Dippy's thigh. He jumped onto the bed, straddling her torso, sitting on her breasts, and he snapped, "I got something special for you, Dippy. Open that mouth."
"Oh my God! No, no, don't do this," she yelled.
In all her dreams it had never occurred to her a male would want to shove his cock into her mouth. The mere thought of such a thing happening to her nauseated her. Oh God! This one was an even worse animal than Parky Thomas.
"Stay still," Eddie snapped, slapping her face.
"Don't do this awful thing," she begged.
"I don't know about it being awful," he laughed. "To me it'll feel good. And I swear, if you bite, if so much as one of your teeth cuts my flesh, I'll go get a knife and cut off one of your nipples. Now come on, open that trap of yours."
"But . . . agggghhhhhh . . . ummmmmphhhhh . . . "
Eddie's throbbing little cock, no more than four inches long and not quite an inch thick, slid into the heated oven of her mouth. Immediately he could feel the way her tongue, fighting to keep his cock from thrusting too deeply, pressed slickly on the underside of the quivering dork.
"Suck it, Dippy," he gasped. "Suck it, good."
His small, smelly ass began bouncing on her tits, enjoying the way her nipples dug into his ass. At one point he felt one of the nipples slide between his asscheeks and even press against the pucker of his asshole. The sensation made Eddie Williams shudder violently. Now he began pushing his meaty cock deeper and deeper into the girl's automatically sucking mouth.
"Jesus!" he yelled to the other. "She has to have the most fabulous mouth in the world. Oh Christ! I'll bet she never knew it could be used for something useful, like this. Hell! This is the best thing she'll ever do with her tantalizing mouth."
He slammed his weight forward, jamming his tiny little prick even further into Dippy's mouth. Had it been long enough, it might have reached into her throat. But it was far too short. Even now, with his throbbing cock-point only three quarters the way into her mouth, he could feel his balls pressing against her lower lips and wet chin.
Dippy felt nauseated, and yet, in spite of all this, she found her lips contracting tightly around the in-thrusting pole. To her horror she realized she was sucking on it. Each time she moved her tongue, it pressed against the underside of the tiny flesh piston. She sucked, even though her mind insisted it was disgusting.
Oh Lord! she thought. He's going to shoot that icky stuff down my throat. Uugghh! Oh God! That's awful.
He pounded solidly into her mouth again and again, and Dippy realized his tiny cock was starting to thicken. Unlike Parky, he was totally incapable of controlling himself to any extent. It was only a matter of moments before he unleashed the contents of his balls into her mouth.
And still her lips continued to pull the throbbing phallus, sucking wildly, eating, chewing, pulling, feeling his flesh in her mouth enlarge all the more. Her tongue rubbed the little knot on the underside, making him shudder all the more as he rampantly ran his miniscule pecker in and out, in and out.
"Gonna come," Eddie suddenly shouted. "Oh
Goddddd! I can feel it boiling up inside me. Oh Christ! I'm gonna come, I'm gonna come, I'm gonna COMMMMME . . . AAAAAYYYYYA-AAAAGGGGGHHHHH!"
Suddenly he was pouring a river of sperm down her throat. It shot from his fleshy gag into her gullet, filling Dippy's mouth to overflowing. Soon the stuff began seeping out around the corners of her mouth, and despite Eddie's attempts to use his finger to shovel the fluid back in, she kept spewing up a lot of it, letting it dribble down the sides of her chin, onto her neck. It seemed to flow all over her neck and throat, and down onto her small breasts and belly.
Eddie's finally rose from the girl's body, but he knew he wasn't satisfied. In a little while, his cock would get hard all over again, and he'd want to use it on her once more. Hell! He could see Parky getting stiff from watching what he had done with Dippy's mouth.
"It's my turn," Scotty Billups insisted.
"She has a great mouth," Eddie told him.
"And that pussy of hers is as tight as a cunt can get and still let your cock move through it," Parky smiled.
"You guys have to be kidding," Scotty told them. "Like, d'you think I'm going in on top of either of you the first time?"
"So what d'you wanna do?" Parky asked.
"Flip her over and I'll show you," Scotty told them.
Dippy began trembling, wondering what Scotty had in mind. She felt hands grab her and flip her over onto her belly.
"I'm going up her asshole," Scotty said, and Dippy began screaming, "NO, NO, NOOOOOO!"
"Yes, yes, yes," Parky insisted, smacking her asscheeks with each word. "Scotty's going in there, and then the three of us are gonna fuck you all over again. Only I'm the one who'll use your mouth the next time, and Eddie's gonna fuck your ass, while Scotty goes into your cunt. And if we have strength for a third time, we'll each pick a different hole."
Dippy was terrified, and she knew better than to disagree with them. All they'd do is hurt her some more. She wasn't ready for additional pain, though she was well aware she would suffer untold pain when Scotty went into her rectum. Her asshole was a tight, narrow tube, and no matter how skinny Scotty's cock might be, it would still be thick enough to cause pain.
Scotty's eyes were already glued to her rounded asscheeks as Parky pushed two pillows under her belly to raise her rump. The narrow valley between them was deep and inviting. God! It looked like a great place to bury his pencil-thin cock.
Pulling her thighs apart, Scotty ran his fingers over the firm muscles of her thighs as he slid between them. The warmth and tenderness of her loins pressed against his knees.
His hands rubbed her asscheeks again and again, kneading them, feeling the gluteal heaviness of them. God! He wanted to bite them. But he didn't have the guts to bring his face down to her ass with the other two watching him. They'd make fun of him, later on.
Dippy was trembling, feeling the pressure of the kerchief over her eyes. God! It had become abrasive, and she wanted to tear it off, but she didn't dare. Though Parky had been dumb enough to call out the names of his friends more than once, and though his own name had been mentioned, he was still convinced Dippy knew nothing about the three males assaulting her. And as long as he believed that, she was safe. So she lay there, her ass up in the air, suffering humiliation, if only to get out of this thing alive. She shuddered, feeling him pull her asscheeks apart. She knew better than to expect humane treatment from any of them. The sooner they finished with her, the better.
She felt Scotty's hand run through the hot crease between her cheeks. The flesh in there was soaking wet, swamped with perspiration and some of the goo overflowing from her seething cunt. Then she felt him touch her asshole, and suddenly Dippy went chilly with anticipation, though still making no move to resist.
Up to now, in spite of the pain, she had really enjoyed everything. Parky Thomas, in spite of hurting her at first, had really made her cunt come alive with sensation, bringing her to one helluva climax of. her own. She knew he was probably unaware of her orgasm, being totally immersed in his own, but he had made her come, all right. And even though she hadn't come while sucking Eddie Williams's prick, she had to confess it wasn't the disgusting thing she'd originally believed. True, Eddie's cock wasn't the best one in the world, and it did smell a bit, but once she'd gotten used to sucking on it, she had found the act, itself, extremely enjoyable. Granted, she wasn't crazy about swallowing that gooey shit he'd shot into her throat, and she had choked up most of it, but the fact remained, it had been perverted fun.
But this, having a cock pushed into her ass, was something she couldn't appreciate as enjoyable. Yes, she was sensitive there. Scotty's ringers touching her tender asshole let her know just how sensitive she was. The flesh was goosepimply, letting him know she was anticipating some of what he intended.
As far as Scotty was concerned, this whole idea was terrific. Even with Parky's semen oozing into Dippy's asshole, he felt the idea was great. Hell! He could use the jism to make his entry into her that much easier. He began scooping into her tight twat with his forefinger, gathering as much glob as he could, and then he rubbed the finger into Dippy's tender asshole. He repeated the maneuver a second, a third, and a fourth time, enjoying the way her buttocks wiggled each time he pressed his finger against the ring of her sphincter. Little by little he started pushing the finger into her, enjoying the way her sphincter tried keeping him out. He pushed harder and harder, and only when the finger was finally past the restraining muscle did he actually feel it being pulled and sucked in. He moved the finger in and out, feeling her tight orifice grip it. Her anal muscle almost refused to let go, and he managed to pull it out with a loud pop!
Now he could see how nicely he had opened the puckered ring of flesh. Working on it with his fingers from this point on would be wasting time. It was ready to be fucked.
His throbbing pecker was burning in his hands. Its tiny head seemed to glow, covered as it was with his seeping lubrication. Gripping her hips, he pulled her higher, making her keep her weight on her knees. Then he pressed the heated point of his prick against the tight brown pucker of her asshole. With his thumbs he once again separated her buttocks, slowly pushing his cock-head against the pucker, feeling the heat of her asscheeks surrounding it. There was tight resistance from her ring of anal muscle, but he pushed. She tightened herself again, determined to keep him out as long as possible, but Scotty thrust hard, hard, hard, fighting her stiffening resistance.
"She's wiggling too much," Scotty told the other two, both of whom were watching and holding her. "Keep her still and I'll get it in."
Her asshole fought a hard, valiant battle, but it was a losing battle. His throbbing prong shoved hard, and slowly, very slowly, the rigid glans with its rubbery bluntness, began sinking into her.
"EEEEEEAA AAAGGGGGHHHHH!" Dippy screamed, feeling the raging pain as he head forced her sphincter to widen as it had never widened before. God! The pain was something unbelievable. There should have been some kind of pleasure, but at the moment, her mind almost blanked out from the pain.
Scotty shoved again, and little by little his cock began sinking in deeper and deeper until he suddenly felt his entire knob sink past her clutching muscle, and then he was literally being sucked all the way in. Scotty shoved it harder, pushing his skinny cock even further into her, enjoying her screams, and the ineffectual thrashing of her small body.
Dippy tried moving her legs very unsuccessfully, since the boys clutching her made sure she remained up on her knees. She did communicate the fact that she would like to pull away from Scotty's plunging little dingus, so he grasped her hips all the more tightly, pushing his pulsating prick even deeper until he had three inches locked into her anal center.
Dippy felt the excruciating pain, and wanted to end this as quickly as possible. And yet, even through the burning, searing pain, she was beginning to feel the beginnings of erotic sensation. It was unbelievable, but she had a tingling sensation in her rectum.
She rammed her ass up toward his body, wanting to fit the last inch and a half inside, forcing his skinny pecker into her raging rectum. And with a final, hard thrust, she felt the rest of the hard, skinny cock plunge the rest of the way into her.
"EEEUUUNNNGGGHHH!" she gasped out loud, struggling a bit as the painful lance in her rectum wiggled around, widening the anal chamber, thereby lessening her agony. God! Her ass had been so tight before, the doctor had trouble fitting in a thermometer. Now she felt as if she had a barber pole buried inside.
Scotty's cock felt the tight ring of her sphincter grip so forcefully, he thought the outer layer of skin on his pulsing cock was being peeled off. Christ! He thought she had grippers in her asshole, and they were clinging to him. These fingerlike grippers seemed to squeeze and crush his already thin pecker, as if trying to milk his semen out of him.
Parky, watching it all, felt hotter and hotter. God! He had to get into some part of her again. He moved around in front of the girl and got onto the bed, sliding his loins under her gasping face. He wrapped his thighs around her cheeks and pulled her head down. Pinching her nostrils, he waited until she opened her mouth, then jammed her head down, and his cock up. He felt his thick dick plunge all the way into her automatically sucking mouth, pulling the head right to the back of her throat.
" A AAA AGGGGGHHHHH!" Dippy gasped, feeling the thick cock slide into her mouth and fill all of her oral cavity. Compared to the one on which she had sucked previously, this was a monster. It also had a funny taste, and she realized it was Parky's cock, the one that had been in her pussy, before. Still, even with the taste of her own virginal blood, it wasn't that bad. She began automatically sucking as if it could nourish her, enjoying the thickness of the heavy pole.
Parky, who had thought nothing could compare to her pussy, was amazed at the strength of suction in her mouth, and began bouncing his ass wildly on the bed, ramming his hard cock back and forth in the slurping depths of her oral cavity. He held her head in place as he wildly bounced, and his hips moved wildly, going completely out of control.
Dippy should have felt disgusted. Here was one solid prick filling her mouth, and another, skinnier, smaller one stuffed into her rectum. Yet she realized the thrusting of the cock in her mouth had taken her mind off the pain in her anus, and now, as the smaller, thinner cock plundered her rectum, she realized the pain was just about gone. All that was left was the thrill.
The two boys timed their movements so one cock was thrusting in, while the other cock was pulling out. Her sphincter squeezed one, while her gullet crushed the head of the other. She could feel and taste the leaking lubricant from each cock coating her interiors.
Both boys plunged back and forth with greater speed and increased effort, ramming away at the female between them. Dippy's ass tightly clung to Scotty's skinny whang, while her mouth now seemed to willingly chew and suck on the thicker flesh cheroot.
For some reason, Parky was more aroused than
Scotty, and even though he'd come once that night already, he suddenly felt himself starting to shoot.
"AAAAARRRRRGGGGGHHHHH!" he shouted, and blasted a full load of heavy cream down her throat. And Dippy swallowed, suddenly realizing this time she was taking it all in instead of letting it dribble all out. She had become accustomed to the taste and she realized she liked it.
Another funny feeling began assailing her. The length of the hard, spurting prick, was rubbing against something in her throat, and she realized quite suddenly it was building her up to another orgasm. She was going to come. She was going to climax in her throat. Even as the dong began to slowly shrivel, she felt the head continuing to reach in and touch that little something in her throat, and suddenly she writhed, almost completely out of control as she gagged out a, "GGGGGAAAAARRRRRGGGGGHHHHH!"
She was coming. She was having the wildest oral orgasm of her life, and it made her spin her ass all the more wildly. And she suddenly realized another climax was welling up inside her anus, and the rectal hole closed tightly as she spun her ass maddeningly and she screamed, "H AA AAAGGGGGHHHHHAAAAAG-GGGGHHHHH!" with Parky's shriveling pecker slowly tugging its way free from her leeching jaws. Enhancing the sensation was the shooting of Scotty's sloppy spurts into her ass, as he squealed, "HEEEEE AA AGGHHH!"
This was turning out to be the most wildly thrilling night she'd ever known. And it wasn't over, yet, not by a long shot.
CHAPTER SIX
A sobbing Dippy LeCur entered her house that night, calling to her parents that she'd been raped. A careful examination by a doctor, later, substantiated deposits of semen in her vagina and rectum, as well as in her stomach. The men who had raped her had shoved a garden hose into her vagina afterward in an attempt to spray out the results of their seminal deposits, but traces had remained. Crying, Dippy told police, as well as her parents, she had no idea who her assailants were. It wasn't because she was afraid of them, but because of what she'd heard them say before leaving her that convinced Dippy not to bring a rape claim. To name her assailants meant a long, drawn-out court battle where she would have to describe, over and over what had been done to her. And then there N was no guarantee of a conviction.
Hearing Eddie Williams say something about the three of them getting hands on Dippy again, but this time while she was with Debbie Wells, convinced Dippy her three assailants would receive a much more interesting punishment. Both Bartholomew, Debbie's brother, and Clarence, her cousin, were firm believers in protecting the honor of all family women. If anything were to happen to Debbie, the two would get a couple of baseball bats and go to work on the three assailants, one at a time, hitting each one where neither would be able to rape a female, ever again.
* * *
It was Sunday before the police and the reporters stopped coming around to the LeCur home, and Dippy's father told his daughter she would have to let them know where she was going, from now on, and how long she would be staying. When Dippy expressed a desire to go to Debbie's house, just down the block, her father drove her and told her to call him so he could pick her up and bring her home, later on.
* * *
At Debbie's house the two girls sat out in the backyard, protected by two German Shepherds in the Wells home. No one was going to bother them as they relaxed and took in some of the early Autumn sun. Both were wearing shorts and a halter. Each sat in a lounge chair, wearing sunglasses.
"Gee," Debbie was saying, "that must have been awful."
Their chairs were close together, so it was no problem for Debbie to hear Dippy whisper, "It was wonderful."
"What?? ? " Debbie gasped. "All that pain and stuff?"
"The pain only lasted a few moments. Believe me, Deb, there was nothing like it. Fucking and sucking is the most terrific thing in the world. Just between you and me, I'm going to find me a guy I like, I'm going to seduce him, and he and I will be eating and fucking each other day and night."
"Gee, what those guys did to you must have really rattled your brain," Debbie insisted.
"Deb, I'm telling you, you have no idea how good it all can be."
"Oh, yes, I do," Debbie suddenly let slip.
"Huh?" Dippy replied.
"I've had my pussy lapped."
"Well, gee, how come you never told me?"
"I was afraid you'd go blabbing it all over the neighborhood."
"Gee, Debbie, you're the only one I ever talk to, honest. I wouldn't tell a thing like that to anyone else."
"Cross your heart and hope to die?"
"I swear," Dippy nodded, kissing her pinky.
"Well, I won't say who, but a certain boy sort of got me into a compromising position, and he began licking my pussy. And he kept on doing it until I came."
"Oh, wow! That's really great. None of those guys did that for me."
"But you say you liked what they did do."
"Yeah, they were terrific, even though I can't stomach them."
"Hey, from what I hear, you were blindfolded and didn't see who did it to you," Debbie said.
"I was blindfolded, all right," Dippy nodded. "But I know who did it to me. And what's more, they want to do the same thing to you."
"My God!! ! " Debbie gasped. "You should tell the police."
"Why?" Dippy asked. "I have no proof. All I can tell you is what I overheard. Scotty Billups, Eddie Williams, and Parky Thomas were the three guys. And nothing's going to happen to them for what they did to me. But if they were caught in the act of doing something to the two of us . . . "
"But who'll catch them?" Debbie asked. "Shouldn't we tell the police?"
"If there are cops hanging around us, they'll just wait until they go away, and then those three will jump on us. And they'll jump us when we're alone and defenseless."
"Golly, what can we do?" Debbie asked. "I don't want to be touched by those creeps."
"We kind of have to act like bait," Dippy explained. "I mean, knowing those guys as I think
I do, I'll bet they're not too far from here right now, planning some kind of repeat performance. They won't touch us as long as we're here, in your backyard, but if we give them a chance, they'll grab us."
"So?"
"So we have to let 'em grab us. But your brother and your cousin have to keep an eye on us, and when they take us to wherever it is they're gonna do things to us, Clarence and Bartholomew break in and beat the daylights out of them."
"That Parky Thomas is a mean guy. He might be able to handle Bart, Junior and Clarence, together."
"The best thing is for the two of them to gang up on each one of those guys, separately."
"But that'd be impossible," Debbie insisted.
"Not if you and I kept two of them really busy."
"Huh?"
"Look, Debbie, virginity is just a pain in the pussy, anyway. This is a perfect chance for you to lose that dumb hymen of yours. What better way than to let some guy you don't like, like Parky Thomas, do the job. I mean, if some guy you liked did it, he might hurt you a little, and then you'd be hating him the rest of your life. I'm telling you, let Parky do it."
"Get outta here," Debbie snapped. "He's disgusting. I wouldn't want him in me."
"Well, suppose you convinced him to go down on you. And suppose I was able to convince one of the others to do the same for me. Heck! While we clamped our thighs around their heads, Clarence and Bartholomew could come in and wallop the shit out of the one guy not doing anything. Then you can let your guy go, and he can have the hell beat out of him. And finally they can cream the guy with me."
"I think that's a terrible plan," Debbie insisted.
"Can you think of something better?" Dippy asked.
"Well . . . no . . . not really . . . "
"Well then, don't you think it's something worth considering? I mean, you don't want those guys to grab you on some dark night and do all kinds of unpleasant things to you, do you?"
"Gee, no. But if we talked to Bart Junior, and Clarence about it, they'd probably veto the whole idea."
"Well, we could try talking to them separately," Dippy insisted. "I'll talk to your brother, and you go ahead and talk to your cousin. Suppose we see what they have to say."
"All right," Debbie nodded. "But not right now. Bart Junior is out helping a friend put a bicycle together, and Clarence worked late last night, so he'd still be asleep, upstairs."
"Let's rest awhile," Dippy said. "Then let's get some lunch. Then we can talk to the boys."
"Gee, Dippy, you're really cool. If something like that had happened to me, I'd be jumping and screaming all over the place."
"Not if you felt as good as I did when it was all over," Dippy smiled. "Believe me, Debbie, a good cock is something great."
"I guess I'll just have to find out for myself," Debbie mused.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Clarence was definitely not asleep at that moment. He was standing in his aunt's bedroom, staring at the way her breasts thrust out against the blouse she was wearing. Laura had been up since early morning, doing the laundry. She was feeling very happy since being boffed regularly by her nephew. He had been particularly good the last time they'd fucked, the previous Friday night, when he'd brought Debbie back from the rec center. His working all day Saturday had kept him from getting to her bed, and she'd let him sleep late Sunday morning, while she'd finished the laundry. But even when she did something as simple as the laundry, Laura Wells always got dressed. It was always possible someone could walk in unexpectedly, and she'd feel kind of dumb, standing there in a housecoat.
* * *
Having finished the laundry, she had taken time out for a little brunch. That was when Clarence had awakened and joined her in the kitchen. They'd had some ham and eggs, and then he'd followed her back upstairs, to her bedroom. She had intended taking a short nap and then a shower, but with Clarence there, the thought of a nap had definitely been driven out of her mind. When she gave him a profile view of her body, he stared at the way her breasts thrust against her blouse, and muttered, "Christ! What a fabulous pair of knockers."
He moved to her, shutting the bedroom door, then ran his hands over one, then the other, nipple. He filled the cups of his hands with the swollen impressions in her blouse. Then he finally settled on her left breast, kneading it with his thumb and forefinger, feeling the nipple swell expectantly.
Laura felt an instant tremor shoot through her, as tingling warmth shot through her system. God! Her breasts were always fantastically responsive. Just having Clarence stare at them had been enough to arouse her. Now, as his fingers expertly manipulated the center of her heavy breast, a hazy, dreamlike veil slowly seemed to spread across her misty eyes. She turned her face to his, moving her open mouth to his lips. She always preferred kissing open-mouthed. Her tongue found his lips and began lightly brushing them with its tip. She found Clarence had come to enjoy this. In a moment she would turn and press her body to his, and even though she was fully clothed, it would arouse him all the more. She loved to feel the heaviness of his thickening cock. There was something extremely enjoyable about feeling it enlarge against her body. She turned and pressed against him now, and was overjoyed to feel it only semi-erect, and first start to really stiffen.
He was already unbuttoning her blouse, looking into her green eyes, seeing Debbie's eyes there, as well. Having lapped Debbie's nookie, Clarence felt no pangs of conscience about being with her mother. If he was sorry about anything, it was the mere fact that he couldn't fuck mother and daughter at the same time. Exposing her bra, he dipped his hands inside and literally lifted each breast out of the shallow cup holding it. They hung like round, perfect spheres, the nipples enlarging, pointing toward him, letting him know he'd better get to work on them with his mouth.
"Let's stop fooling around and strip," she told him. "I like playing with a naked cock."
She proceeded to undress in front of him, tugging on the cord of his bathrobe, as well. She loved the way he just stared as she stripped down. It showed he wasn't tiring of her in any way. Tiring? He seemed to want more and more of her with the passage of time. And she wanted to give herself to him all the more lustfully.
"Have you taken your shower yet?" she asked, bending over to untie her shoes so her pendulous breasts could hang like ripe fruit waiting to be plucked.
Clarence's reply was a small, choked sound, his eyes locked onto the twin dangling tits, their extended nipples like tiny fingers bringing heated waves of wanton licentiousness into his anxious balls. He hurriedly undressed, his eyes never leaving the lush, tiny, magnificently shaped body. When she was finished she stood up and stretched her wonderful body in front of him. By then, he had managed to throw off his own robe and pajamas. His up-thrust cock arched toward her, the anxious head already leaking its colorless oil.
"I haven't showered, yet," he admitted.
"So let's shower together," she smiled, a perfect set of teeth displayed to him.
Laura loved teasing her nephew a little, and her mind was always trying to think up new ways to keep him interested in her. She took his hand as they walked into the bathroom together, and said, "I'm glad the one who built my stall shower had enough foresight to make it large enough to hold two, comfortably."
"Yeah," Clarence nodded. "Lots of room to fuck, and fuck, and fuck."
She reached in and fixed the temperature of the shower while he fingered her breasts, keeping the nipple stone-hard. His eyes never left her body, and every now and again he leaned forward and kissed her arm or shoulder.
Shivers ran through her body as she said, "Soap me, first, okay?" Then she moved into the stall, under the spray, making sure none of it touched her lustrous black hair.
He soaped her feverishly, his throbbing cock aching in anguish, wanting to be buried inside her. God! His aunt was some fantastic woman. Maybe Debbie had a cunt equally good, but right now there was no pussy to equal the clasping softness of his aunt's. True, Debbie's tasted as good. He had lapped both, and he was thrilled at the scent and taste of both. As he continued soaping her, he reached around and palmed her two heavy breasts. At the same time, he pressed his throbbing column of hard cock between the full cheeks of her luscious ass. He squirmed from side to side until the pulsing rod managed to fit itself into the tight crevice, letting him feel the warmth of her buttocks.
"Go slow," she murmured. "I'm not quite ready."
He began lathering himself, then returned his hands to her body, crushing her full buttocks between his ringers before moving his hands inward, to her thighs. He carefully soaped each one in turn, occasionally allowing his middle finger to stroke the soft, quivering pinkness of her tender pussy. It was one of those soaps guaranteed not to harm mucous membranes, so he slid a middle finger into her heated slit, feeling her shudder as the ball of his finger went into her.
When he finished soaping her legs, she turned around. His eyes seemed to dance all over her body before settling on her light brown pelvic hair, his throbbing penis twitching insanely as he studied the wide V. His mouth opened wide as he prepared to lean forward and thrust into her from a standing position, but Laura, determined to tease him, said, "Oh no! Soap me all over, first."
She watched him lather the soap between his palms, and then his hands moved toward her waiting breasts. She gasped as his palms touched her nipples, then trembled as his smooth, soaping motions enhanced the fire in her loins. Her eyes went down to his throbbing cock, her tongue subconsciously peeping out from between her lips at the sight of the thick, solid pillar with the solid, spongy head.
Clarence continued soaping and kneading her boobs. They felt even more firm now, and for some reason seemed even rounder. The nipples were like extended cashews, springing up and down under his thumbs. He continued adding soap until her breasts were completely covered with suds, little water droplets occasionally dripping from each nipple.
Her warm belly was as firm as ever, and as soft as ever. He filled her navel with suds, the ache in his testicles screaming up to him for relief. Slowly, he crouched in front of her, squatting on his haunches, his face mere inches from her brown pubic hair, staring at the way the thick centerpiece curved downward to disappear into her waiting vagina.
Laura trembled and sighed aloud. Her back was leaning against the hard, cold tiles, and she was staring down between her full, outthrust boobs, looking at the top of his head. She could see his own thighs were spread wide apart, and she was also able to see the way his long, thick cock jutted out from between them. Underneath were his balls, dangling like a small hornet's nest.
His hands began shampooing her pubic hair, his fingertips combing through the brown curls. For a moment she shut her eyes, savoring the feeling of his fingertips sending small Shockwaves of lust through her tingling body. Static seemed to course through her anxious vagina. She stood it as long as possible, chewing on her lower lip with her teeth. His fingers made her widen the gap between her thighs, bracing her arms against the tile walls as blistering sparks seemed to shoot up inside her. Then, as his soap-covered fingers parted the curtains of her pussylips all over again, her hands went to his head and she shoved hard, making him fall back on the tile floor on his rump.
Clarence lay back, balanced on his palms looking up at what appeared a towering body, though in reality she was such a tiny woman. She was staring down at him, a small smile on her stunningly beautiful face. She was breathing heavily, her full, soaped breasts heaving up and down, the twin globes rising and falling in a cadent motion that made him sizzle.
Laura, still staring at the sight of his massive dong, still felt like teasing him a bit longer. Besides, she enjoyed feeling his mouth on her cunt as well as enjoying the thrust of his hard cock into her. She spread her thighs even wider apart, almost squatting down with her pussy directly above his face.
"Lick it," she insisted. "If you really love me, lick my cunt."
The entire groin was coated with a covering of suds. There was a trail of water drippings going from her light brown pubic hair, against her right thigh, and then cascading down in a thin stream to the floor of the stall. The barely apart, pink pussylips beckoned him ever closer, moving in and out with her breathing, and he slowly got to his knees, his lips working crazily as his face neared her steaming vagina.
Laura's fist clenched, anticipating what was to come. She spread her thighs a bit wider, lowering her pussy a bit more, exposing it somewhat more, making it accessible to his hungering mouth. His hands moved up between her thighs, bringing wild shivers to her nerve-wracked interior. Slowly, very slowly, as if paying homage to her cunt, he put his partially open mouth on the sodden lips of her wide-open pussy. His mouth gaped all the more widely, sucking her cuntlips into his oral cavern, using his tongue to pry them even farther apart, tasting the deodorant soap all over her. His tongue began examining her interior, probing through the shuddering slit, making Laura tremble with wanton delight.
She slammed her head back against the tiles, feeling nothing other than the sensations of his lancing tongue as it flitted into her, moving rapidly through her seething membranes. Her hand reached up and adjusted the shower head so the water cascaded down her belly, over his hair, washing away the soap in her crotch. Then she simply lay back against the corner of the stall, her mouth wide open, gasping for breath. She could tell from the way his tongue was moving he was seeking her clit, and it would be mere seconds before he found it.
His tongue touched the tender little flesh button, and he rubbed it again and again, making it grow and extend itself. Now it was his turn to tease, and he did so unmercifully, lapping the pink extension again and again, slurping his tongue back and forth, whipping the tiny bud until it was bright red. His tongue licked back and forth, slurping from side to side, the tip lashing at the tip of her red button again and again. For five torturous minutes he teased and tantalized the red pearl, and then he raised his face higher, pressing it further into her groin as his tongue pushed its way into her tender hole.
"Uuunnnggghhh!" she gasped, her voice echoing through the bathroom. But her anguished cry merely spurred him on.
His mouth opened wide, forcing her tender pussylips to open wider. He could taste her vaginal juices through the soap and water, dripping onto his face as his tongue reached all the way into her. His upper lip rubbed against her clitoris, making her writhe all the more sinuously above him. Slowly, little by little, he seemed to drag his tongue out of her and then he closed his mouth, pursing his lips around her shuddering clitoris the way one would suck on a sweet extension of apricot.
Laura remained with her head and back pressed against the shower walls, her mind whirling so fast, for a moment she thought she would faint. A haze seemed to cover her mind as a piercing javelin of lust stabbed through her breast. Her hands closed over her own large breasts. She tightened her fists over her nipples, squeezing them without mercy. Then she tried closing her thighs, only to find Clarence's head trapped between them. This made his upturned face bury itself even deeper in her seething swamp as his mouth literally sucked a good part of her cunt into his oral cave. In desperation, she arched her lithe body forward, literally falling until she was all but over his back. Her hand reached down and gripped his solid cock while her lips kissed his spine again and again. But his face remained locked between her thighs, wildly licking into the steaming center of her burning nookie.
"Ooohhhhhh . . . great God!" she gasped, her voice now broken by her heavy panting, feeling how wickedly his tongue was continuing its probing attack.
Don't stop, she thought. Oh God! Don't stop. Don't ever stop. Lick and lick and lick and don't ever stop.
Her body felt as if it were tottering on the edge of a deep, deep crevasse. Her hand tugged on his cock continually, but it was locked between his thighs where she found it difficult to reach in that position. Damn! If she couldn't find one part of him, she would find another part. Her hand reached along the length of his asscrack, and suddenly her finger found the pucker of his anal orifice. She seemed to hang there, waiting, even as she plunged her finger into his asshole, that she was going to have a climax, and there was nothing she could do about it. Her lower jaw hung slackly open, and her dangling tits pounded against his back, her hard nipples scraping his spine.
"YAAGGGHHH!" she screamed, spasming as she hung there. "EEYYAGUGH!"
The outpouring deluge almost drowned Clarence. He drank thirstily, swallowing as much fluid as he possibly could, feeling gallons more pour down around his cheeks, onto his throat. The squeezing pressure of her thighs around his face made the pounding in his brain increase, and the sounds of his own drinking seemed thunderous to him.
The overpowering strength of her inner orgasm took Laura totally by surprise. She screeched again, and then simply fell over his back, dangling limply. Her tense thighs now weakly dangled open, allowing his probing mouth to do whatever it pleased in her aching vagina.
"Oh my God!" she gasped, feeling the way his eeling tongue licked into her, then pulled out and lapped at the throbbing clitoris. Her dangling hand reached between his thighs, pushing his balls out of the way, grabbing his cock and tugging on it in time to the way his tongue continued slurping in and out of her.
Clarence, feeling more heated than ever, decided it was time for him to get something out of all this. He made her straighten up so he could stand. Then he stared at her, looking at the way she was fighting to catch her breath.
"Want to suck for awhile, until you get your breath back?" he asked.
Panting, gasping, Laura inhaled strongly, doing her best to recover from the cunt-lapping she had felt him give her. She finally shook her head, saying, "No, just fuck it straight into me."
Her back still rested against the tiled wall as he moved forward and pressed the throbbing head of his anxious dick between her furry pussylips. She raised one thigh, and he wrapped it around his waist, then, with him pressing so her back took the full brunt of her weight, she raised the other thigh and also wrapped it around his waist.
"Christ!" she gasped. "You really did a job on me. I've never been eaten like that."
Her hand reached below her thighs, under and around, and once again she clasped the solid pole of his anxious prick. She tugged the throbbing penile head lower and lower, moving it through her curling bush until it pressed against her wide-open cunt. Then slowly, little by little, it slid into her.
"Oonngghhh!" she gasped. "That feels fabulous."
She clung to him tightly, no longer leaning back against the wall. He had all her weight against him as he stood on the slippery floor of the shower. Her thighs tightly compressed around him as she slowly humped her ass back and forth, her hot, wet stomach almost sticking to his. She began a wild, undulating movement with her hips, her tight cunt clinging along the full length of his ramrod cock.
"Like it?" she asked, her voice barely audible over the sound of the shower.
The shower spray was falling directly between them, splattering off both their faces. They both laughed.
He gasped, then began powering into her with all his young strength. His strokes were long and deep, making her sigh with pleasure as his length seemed to reach into the hidden recesses of her tender nookie, desperately anxious to find its own satisfaction. His hands were scrunching at the heavy orbs of her tits as her shoulders once again lay back against the tiled wall. She didn't want this to be a strain on either one of them, and if the wall took part of her weight, it would be much better for the two of them. His fingers seemed to all but disappear into her tender flesh, and the more they worked her breasts, the more she writhed and undulated. Her hips were rotating in wide circles, taking his body with hers. She could feel the entire thick length of his driving cock fill her completely. Things had never been this good when Big Bart, her husband, had been at his best.
Her love-scabbard tightly clutched the driving sword, trying to slow it down and delay the inevitable. The tightness of her clamped-down cunt slowed his thrusting into her, making the sensations that much sweeter. A feeling of delicious warmth began spreading through her as he combined his rhythmic thrusting with the sucking of her right nipple.
Now he picked up the speed of his fucking as his excitement began increasing. Laura responded with an even more determined thrust of her loins. Once, her back almost slipped and he had to slam forward hard and fast to keep her balanced while his hands still clutched her breasts-whenever his mouth wasn't sucking on one of them.
"Not in here," she gasped. "Finish on the bed, please. On the bed."
Clarence had no intention of stopping here and now. The feeling between them was too strong, and if he stopped fucking, or if he pulled out, a good part of that feeling would be lost.
He slammed solidly into her, moving at the speed of lightning, and Laura understood he didn't want to leave the shower until their coupling was complete. He slammed all the way into her, and her circling thighs suddenly tightly gripped him, keeping him from moving. All he could do was rotate his hips while keeping his full length stabbed all the way into her.
"Yes, yes, keep it in there like that," she gasped. "Just keep it there . . . uhhhhh--"
Her last gasp was almost a shriek that bounced off the tiled walls, nearly deafening him since her mouth was a lot closer to his ears than it had been the last time she shrieked. He found it was all but impossible to even rotate his hips now, her thighs were clutching him so tightly, but somehow or other she managed to pick up the slack in their tempo. Her arms rested on smaller shower nozzles sticking out of the sidewall, and her heels pulled him closer by drumming on his ass as she vibrated her own buttocks back and forth, moving at a pace designed to rattle his skeleton. Her short, rapid strokes seemed to be the perfect counter to the long, thrusting plunges he had been using in her vagina.
She seemed to get better each time he fucked her. There was no doubt but that she had never been properly used by Big Bart. True, he had built a need for sex in her, but he hadn't increased it each time he'd fucked her to where sex was as important to her as eating and drinking. Now, for the first time she was first beginning to understand what real fucking was all about.
To Clarence, her cunt felt more incredible each time he sank into it. The soothing membranes of her aching vagina seemed to flow around his cock like a pool of liquid tar. It seemed to cling to his meat all the more strongly, and yet the membranes continued slithering around it. Also, he seemed able to fit more of his throbbing cock into her each time he fucked her. Not that he didn't feel as if he'd gotten all the way into her the first time, but for some unexplainable reason, he seemed to feel he was sinking deeper and deeper each subsequent time he fucked her. Her swampy vagina seemed to be stroking his balls, caressing the wrinkled scrotum. And to feel her wonderful tits as he was fucking into her was the wildest sensation he had ever known. The sensuous prickling of the cascading water falling between them added to the wonderfully tactile sensation of clutching her slippery knobs. Christ! The water had been running for so long it was starting to cool off.
The wet, stormy atmosphere in the shower seemed to tense his body all the more, increasing the receptivity of his senses, sharpening his mind and making his inner physical sensations all the more clear. He had to admit, when it came to fucking with style, there was no one like Aunt Laura. Whenever she took charge of the way they made love, he was delighted with being able to do it some new way, or in some new place. God! She was a female with real style, and though it had taken his body to bring out the real sexual animal inside her, he found himself learning new things from her each time, just as she discovered she was learning things from him.
She reached up, took his right hand from her swollen breast, and said, "Use your thumb on my clitoris while you fuck me."
This was something new, again. He knew she was capable of a vaginal orgasm when he fucked her, just as she had enjoyed a clitoral orgasm when he had licked her clitoris. But now he understood she wanted a combined vaginal and clitoral orgasm at the same time.
His hand reached down and fumbled around with his fingers, trying to find the slick little bead he had only recently sucked. He felt around for a few moments, then felt her own hand come down and guide his hand to the shimmering enlargement. Now he began pressing the rigid little button, rubbing it gently while feeling her rotate her ass against his throbbing cock, driving his skewering pole into her even more deeply. His feet seemed stuck to the tile floor, and he knew he wouldn't slip. Now he was pumping his hips faster and faster, even though he couldn't really pull back. She hadn't let up for an instant with her own cuntal rotation, slapping her flat belly against his again and again. In the large, tiled enclosure, the whap, whap, whap of their bellies coming together, mixed with the squishier sounds of his solid cock driving into her again and again, sounded abnormally loud. If anyone managed to enter his aunt's bedroom, and come on through to the bathroom, without seeing a thing they would sure as hell know what was going on inside the shower.
She was moaning and sighing with louder sounds, and he began to wonder if the noises they made could be heard downstairs. He hoped there was no one else in the house to overhear what they were doing.
The rubbing of his thumb against her ultra-sensitive clitoris seemed to be just what Laura needed. Her asscheeks seemed to tighten and loosen convulsively. She sobbed, humping faster and faster, and he knew she was going to come again. God! Her capacity for orgasms seemed to know no bounds.
But this time he could feel something else, as well. There was a boiling in his own balls, and he understood there was an explosion due to take place within his own body. He tried holding it back as he furiously pumped his throbbing cock into her again and again. God! He wanted this climax to last as long as possible. But he realized how impossible it was to think of prolonging anything the way her driving cunt rammed against his anxious pelvis. He could feel the swelling clit grow even more as he wildly frigged it with his thumb.
By now she was screaming, but Clarence didn't really give a flying fuck any longer. He was close to the edge himself, and nothing was going to keep him from blowing his seed into his wonderful aunt's tight box.
Her arms were around his neck, and her fingernails were digging into his back. Her body was humping faster and faster, and he could tell she was as close to coming as he.
"HUUNNGH!" he gasped, suddenly feeling his throbbing cock blast off like a series of maddening volcanoes, one after the other. Each torrent seemed to come streaming out more violently than the previous load. He couldn't believe he had so much fluid stored in his nuts. It was impossible. But he was going off inside her again and again. Christ! His balls had to really be working overtime to put out this much semen.
It had to be his aunt's wonderful body that had caused his own body to work so strongly. Some crazy chain reaction must have started somewhere inside her and moved over to him. Everything inside him seemed to be converted to sperm. He began wondering if he was shooting sperm or blood, after awhile.
And then Laura began bellowing a loud, "YEEAAGGHH!" and she began wildly coming all over, clinging more tightly to him than ever before. Her thighs clamped even more tightly around him, making him hump wildly back and forth. Even feeling his spurting cock begin to shrink, he continued humping his body against hers. But the power of his orgasm proved too much, and little by little he slowed down. So did she.
* * *
Eventually her feet fell to the floor of the stall shower, and though her knees felt somewhat rubbery, she managed to stand as he turned off the water. Her mouth pressed itself to his and she murmured, "Don't ever go home, Clarence, don't ever go home. Stay here. Live with me."
"Well, gosh, sure, if that's what you want," he nodded, feeling somewhat stunned.
Until now, he'd had no idea how important he was to his aunt. He really was one of the family.
CHAPTER EIGHT
"Clarence," Debbie said, later that afternoon, as she sat alone with him in the den, watching TV, "would you do me a small favor?"
"Sure," Clarence nodded. "What is it?"
"Well, you see, poor Dippy was attacked the other night by some boys. And she's afraid they may try and go after her again. Now I'm going to walk home with her, to her house, and I was wondering if you and Bart Junior could sort of be in the car, following us, making sure nothing happens to us."
"Hey, why not let me just drive her home so we don't have to worry about those slobs?" he asked.
"Well that'd be fine, except tomorrow, or the next day, these same boys might attack her again. They might even attack me. The best thing might be to sort of flush them out and find out who they are," Debbie told him.
"Maybe you're right," Clarence nodded. "I'll go talk to Bart."
"Dippy's talking to him now," Debbie told him, smiling.
"Cheez, you girls really know how to work on guys, don't you."
"Not as well as some guy I know who likes to work on girls," she smiled back.
"I'm glad you aren't angry about the other night," he said, grinning at her.
"Angry? Heck, why should I be angry. That was one of the most terrific things that ever happened to me."
"Honest?"
"Cross my heart. And remember what you said you wanted me to do? Well, if we should happen to get those boys who hurt poor Dippy, wellll . . . maybe I might do that for you. Not only that, but Dippy might want to show her gratitude, as well."
"Gee, are you really serious?"
"Think you can handle the two of us?"
"Gosh. I don't know."
"Hey, have you been screwing mom again?"
"That's between your mom and me. But I'll tell you this much. She wants me to stay on here, permanently."
"Wow! That'd really be something terrific. Will you?"
"I like it here," Clarence nodded. "You and your mom have really been terrific to me. I'd sure hate to give it all up."
"Hey, daddy's coming out of the hospital again, next week," Debbie told him. "That means you'll have to stay away from mom until he starts going back to work."
"I know," Clarence nodded.
"But you and I can still go places."
"Hey, Debbie, I don't wanna do anything we'll be sorry for, later on."
"Hey, I had a long talk with Dippy today. She told me when those guys raped her, though she couldn't stand the thought of what they were doing to her, her body sure loved all of it. I figure if Dippy can lose her cherry and like it, why can't I? And why not with you?"
"Debbie, are you sure you want to do things this way?"
"Sure I'm sure. In fact, I have another idea in mind, about getting mom real drunk one night so the three of us can swing together. But that'll have to wait awhile."
"Boy, that'd really be something."
"For now, though, you'll have to settle for Dippy and me, provided we manage to catch those guys who attacked her."
"Yeah, well if they're dumb enough to try again, Bart and I will catch 'em and nail 'em to the wall."
"Okay, let's wait until Dippy finishes talking to Bart. I think it'd be better if he comes and talks to you about it. Hell like it better if he thinks you think it's his idea."
"Okay," Clarence nodded.
So they relaxed and watched more of a foreign movie neither of them could understand. Even the dialogue seemed dumb.
About twenty minutes went by, and then Bart Junior came into the room and beckoned to Clarence. Bart had blond hair like his sister, and he had the same eyes as his sister, but there the resemblance ended. His nose was shorter than hers, looking much more like his mother's nose. And he had bulging muscles all over his slim form, which told of his lifting weights. He was on his high school wrestling team, and for his weight class, he was top man on the team.
"Hey, Clarence," he said, "I'd like to talk to you for a minute."
Debbie watched as her cousin stepped into the next room with her brother. She waited a few minutes, blankly looking at the TV screen, and then looked up when Clarence came back into the room. He was yelling back over his shoulder to Bart, saying, "Okay, I'll talk to Debbie. I think I can convince her."
"Well," he said, sitting next to her. "It's all set."
CHAPTER NINE
Dippy's analysis of Parky, Scotty, and Eddie was very accurate. All three, realizing the cops hadn't come after them, thought the girl had been too frightened to talk, and as a result, not only felt more secure, but felt emboldened to try it again. It was Eddie Williams who kept harping on going after Debbie Wells. Having seen her naked white body the previous Friday night, he was anxious to plunder it. This time, he wanted to be the one to do the initial fucking. That would be easy if they managed to get Dippy and Debbie together. Parky had enjoyed fucking Dippy one hell of a lot, and rather than try an unknown cunt, like that of Debbie Wells, he would probably prefer to test Dippy's all over again. And since Scotty would take whatever he could get, he'd be content to wait while he, Eddie, finished fucking Debbie.
The trio was at Scotty Billup's house, basically because its backyard touched the Wells backyard. Hedges were supposed to keep out unwanted eyes, but when the girls had sunbathed in the yard, earlier, the three boys had been upstairs in the master bedroom of the Billups house, staring at them. Scotty's parents were out, visiting somewhere. The three boys were familiar with the two German Shepherds, and had enough sense not to try sneaking into the yard. The two dogs would tear them to shreds. But they waited, watching both, the front door and the back door, knowing sooner or later Dippy would have to leave. And if she and Debbie would walk instead of going into a car, they'd be able to make their move.
Sure enough, about three o'clock in the afternoon, the two girls came walking out, by themselves. None of them noticed the blue Plymouth Satellite sitting in the Wells driveway. Nor did they see both Bart Junior and Clarence sneak into it.
"C'mon," Parky Thomas said, picking up one of two hoods they had made. "They're heading this way. No one else in the neighborhood seems to be around. Well grab 'em as they walk by the alleyway between this house and the one next door."
The three of them sneaked down the stairs and out the side door. They waited in the dark, cramped, narrow alleyway. There were hedges on either side of the alley entrance, and if they moved fast enough, not only would no one else see what they were doing, but the girls would be completely unaware of everything until it was too late.
Both Debbie and Dippy walked as if neither had a care in the world. Each was on her guard, though it didn't occur to them the three boys would attack them so close to home. They thought they would have to walk at least four or five blocks. Therefore, each girl was unprepared when a black hood was suddenly tugged over her head and she was being violently dragged somewhere.
Parky handled Dippy all by himself, this time, while the other two carried Debbie between them. They hurried into Scotty's house and locked the side door, then carried the girls into the rumpus room on the main floor, since the Billups home had no basement.
The two girls were flung on an open sofa bed, and Parky snarled, "All right. You girls shut up and listen. The two of you are gonna get fucked. If either one tries taking off her hood, she'll be really sorry. Don't try screaming. We've made sure no one can hear you from outside. Now the two of you just lay there so we can start dicking you."
Outside, Clarence and Bart Junior witnessed the hasty abduction, and grabbing a couple of baseball bats Bart Jr. had in the garage, got back into the car and went over to the Billups house. The two erupted from the car like living lava from a volcano. Bart Jr. had a lock pick set he'd borrowed from a friend whose father was a locksmith. It took him almost no time to pick the front door lock. Then the two of them eased themselves into the house and followed the sounds of voices. In almost no time they were in the rumpus room, just as the three boys were about to strip Debbie and Dippy.
Clarence reared back and walloped Scotty Billups hard, sending the boy with the oversized head flying across the room. Scotty hit a shelf of bric-a-brac, and it all tumbled down over his unconscious body as he slumped to the floor. Bart Jr. took special pleasure in clobbering Eddie Williams, seeing the bland-faced boy hovering over his sister. He broke the boy's nose, then walloped him between the thighs, crushing his balls. Then he mercifully hit him on the head, knocking him out.
Parky Thomas was a raging tiger, instantly on his feet, all ready to attack the two boys. But Clarence and Bart Jr. didn't wait for Parky to attack. The two of them charged him, one swinging down with the baseball bat, while the other aimed for Parky's balls. Parky twisted and ducked. As a result, the bat coming down hit his shoulder, dislocating it, while the other bat smashed a hip bone. He lost his balance, fell back, and hit the bed.
The two girls, hearing the commotion, had pulled the hoods off their heads. And before Clarence could crown Parky again, Dippy shouted, "No. This time I get the pleasure."
She grabbed the baseball bat from Bart Jr. and bashed Parky's rib cage. Then she crammed the end of the bat into his crotch, squishing his balls. Clarence wanted to put him out of his misery by walloping him on the head, but Dippy insisted Clarence leave him like that.
The two boys left, and Dippy called the police. She identified the three boys as the ones who had attacked her, claiming they had attacked Debbie and herself again, today. But this time they had been ready, and they showed the baseball bats they had been supposedly carrying with them.
The police were curious how the boys had managed to drag the girls into the house before the girls were able to use the bats, but they didn't press it. The neatly laid out condoms the boys were intending to use this time convinced them they had the right trio. Even this might not have been enough had chicken Eddie Williams not finally confessed . . . after being read his rights.
The two girls were now neighborhood heroines, especially with other girls their own age. No one had liked the three boys, and though they had been surprised to learn the boys were rapists, they were glad to have them out of the way. Besides, it was a good lesson to anyone else who might have been considering picking on some girl from that neighborhood.
CHAPTER TEN
A week passed. In time, Clarence boffed his aunt four more times, but he hungered for Debbie. Not that he didn't enjoy screwing Aunt Laura. She was the most fabulous lay in the world, as far as he was concerned. But Debbie looked more and more choice to him. God! With her mother's hot blood running through her, she'd learn to fuck like a bunny.
Clarence was smart enough to know Debbie, in spite of her promises, wasn't the type to blatantly come to him and say, "Well here I am, fuck me." Dippy wasn't that kind of girl, either. But when he came home at night, tired from a day's work, and the two girls were sitting in the den watching TV, he could see the hungry look in both pairs of eyes. They were telling him, when the time was right, he would have to make the first move. They were, after all, thirteen year old girls, and neither had the nerve to admit outright that she was looking forward to getting laid.
And the opportunity finally came the following Sunday. Clarence had worked late again on Saturday, and so he slept until noon. By the time he got up, showered, dressed, and came downstairs, it was almost one. Both Debbie and Dippy were playing dominoes in the den, and he had that feeling they were waiting for him to make the first move. But Dominoes hardly qualified as the game to lead to that move.
Going to the kitchen, he made himself some eggs and toast, then took a pack of cards from the kitchen drawer, came to the den, and said, "Hey, would you girls like to learn how to play poker?"
Debbie, who had been waiting for Clarence to do something, felt her heart trip hammer in her breast.
"Sure," Dippy said aloud. "We'd love it."
"Where's Aunt Laura and Bart Jr.? " Clarence wanted to know.
"They're at the hospital, visiting daddy," Debbie told him. "They'll be there all afternoon."
Debbie hadn't had to add that last sentence. She was telling him, in a way, it was all right to go ahead with what he wanted to do, since they would be virtually undisturbed.
"Let's go up to your room," he said to Debbie.
"Okay," the blonde girl nodded, and got to her feet. Dippy followed, and the three of them went up to Debbie's room.
For the next ten minutes, Clarence, taught them the basic poker hands, then showed them how to play five card stud.
"It's more fun when you bet on each card," Clarence told them.
He dealt a face-down card to each of the girls, and one to himself.
Then he dealt a face-up card to them. None of them bothered to look at their cards.
"I'll bet three pennies," Clarence said, looking at the girls, taking out the loose change in his pocket.
"I'll see your pennies with my glasses," Dippy said, taking them off.
"And I'll match the glasses and raise a barrette," Debbie said, taking a barrette from her hair.
"I'll match your barrette with my T-shirt," Clarence said, removing his polo shirt.
"Well, gee, all I'm wearing is a halter," Dippy said.
"Well . . . " Clarence said, looking at her. "Gee, I don't know."
Debbie sat quietly looking at them. If Dippy backed down, she would have to back down, as well.
"One cup sees my T-shirt," Clarence teased, "and the other is a raise."
Dippy sat there, wanting very much to take off her bra. She hadn't had anything to do with a boy since she'd been raped, and her body had been clamoring for something physical. Each day the clamoring had become a little stronger. God! She had to do something. Sure she didn't know all there was to know about sex. But she did know enough to douche herself out if she ever fucked with a boy again. Parky Thomas had rammed that garden hose in her nookie to make sure she didn't conceive. Not that he cared that much about her. But he didn't want them matching the blood type of any unborn infant to his own, in case she did happen to squeal on him. And she had explained it to Debbie, as well. So neither girl was really worried about any "accidents" taking place.
"Well?" Clarence asked, breaking into her thoughts.
"Huh? Oh yeah, sure. One halter coming up." And she removed it and dropped it into the center of the bed.
Clarence sat there staring at the girl's small, firm breasts. They weren't quite as large as Debbie's small boobs, but they were nice, with their soft chocolate centers and tiny nipples. Just staring at the nipples seemed to make them swell, a little.
The game continued to progress, and little by little all three of them undressed. Soon, when there was nothing more to remove, the girls were each betting a feel of their breasts against a touch of his already stiff cock. Clarence felt himself getting hotter with each passing moment. He was going insane, comparing the pink tips of Debbie's nipples to the light brown points attached to Dippy's breasts. Both girls had milk-white flesh, and he could see traces of blue veins winding their way through both sets of mammaries.
When Clarence reached to touch Debbie's pussy, the blonde stiffened, still afraid, after all this time.
He knew she would have to get used to this nakedness, as well as used to being touched. So he let his fingers wiggled forward between her thighs.
Debbie, almost afraid, held her breath but didn't close her loins. She let the two fingers move between the drapes of her vagina, touching between the fleshy labia, moving up and down. And little by little a heated thrill began moving through her body.
Dippy, feeling wanton shudder move through her body at the sight of what Clarence was doing to Debbie, knew the game would come to an abrupt end if Debbie remained this frigid.
"Hey," she said to the others. "Let's play a kind of game."
"Well that's what we were doing," Clarence said to her.
"No, no, I mean let's play another game. Look, both of us girls are naked, right."
"Right," Clarence nodded.
"But we're still kind a afraid of you. But.. . if your hands were tied behind you, so you couldn't use them, then we might not be so afraid. This way, if Debbie or I want to stop what's going on, you won't be able to use your hands to keep us from stopping whatever it is we want to stop."
Clarence thought about it for a minute, looking into Debbie's green eyes, then he said, "Would you like that?"
Debbie, her breasts hobbling up and down with her rapid breathing, nodded, saying, "Uh huh." Using Debbie's halter, the girls tied Clarence's hands behind him. Then the two girls brought their naked bodies around in front of him. They were both anxious, but the anxiety was no longer one of fear. Now they believed they had him where they wanted him, where they could do, or not do, whatever they pleased. But Clarence knew better. He knew he could make these girls want him.
Getting to his feet, he kept his eyes on Dippy for the moment. Now that she was standing, he had an opportunity to really look at her, and he decided her body curved a little more than Debbie's, even if her breasts weren't quite as developed. There was a strained look on his own face, letting both girls know his balls were hurting him.
"Now," Dippy said to him, "you sit on the bed while Debbie and I try a little something. And don't you move unless I say so."
Clarence sat on the edge of Debbie's bed, watching as the two girls moved to the other side of the bed. Now he had a chance to look at their moving nakedness together, and he decided he liked what he'd seen.
Dippy remembered Debbie telling how her cunt had been lapped. It was something she wanted done for herself, as well. But if men liked licking womens' pussies, or girls' pussies, that meant the pussies must be very tasty. She knew it felt silly, but Dippy wanted to taste a cunt, and here was the perfect opportunity to do so. If she had said it aloud, while Clarence's hands were still untied, the two might have objected to her tasting a cunt.
Then she would have really been in trouble. They might have thought her perverted. But now that she had them where she wanted them, getting them all heated up, they would have to do precisely as she wished, because they, themselves would soon be wishing for the same thing.
"You lie down on the bed," Dippy told her blonde friend.
Debbie, wondering what Dippy had in mind, lay down on the bed, parting her thighs, letting Clarence get a nice view of her pink pussy. Then she almost jumped as she felt Dippy's hot lips suddenly press against her inner thigh, as the brunette lowered her head.
"You start kissing Debbie on the mouth," Dippy said to Clarence.
Hell! He was willing. And if the dark girl wanted to lick Debbie's vagina, he certainly had no objections. Having tasted it once, he knew Dippy was in for one helluva treat.
Leaning down, with his hands still tied behind him, Clarence began kissing the slightly confused Debbie. Her mind began whirling as she felt her cousin's tongue lick into her mouth. The tongue twined around hers, licking and lapping, making her own tongue respond the same way.
Meanwhile, Dippy was rubbing her palms across Debbie's smooth, white thigh, teasing her fingers across the soft, warm flesh. As her hands moved higher, she noted Debbie was opening her thighs wider and wider. For some reason, Debbie felt more secure with her friend reaching for her succulent cunt that she did with a man. She was enjoying the wild sensations Dippy was creating with her hands. Little by little, Dippy's fingers moved closer and closer to the gold-rimmed pink swamp of syrup.
Dippy was enchanted with the touch of Debbie's skin. She had never tried this with anyone but herself, but somehow, playing with herself wasn't nearly as much fun. Watching the way her friend's cuntlips quivered, she realized Debbie's body was already enjoying what she was doing, even if her mind had not comprehended what was going on. That meant Debbie had told her the truth about having her pussy lapped, because she would never have responded so positively, otherwise. But this was the first time anyone's fingers would enter her sexual grotto.
"Unnggghhh!" Debbie gasped, feeling Dippy's tantalizing fingers touch the entrance to her vaginal nunnery.
Clarence, unable to see what was going on because his face was pressed to Debbie's, kissed her all the harder, stabbing his tongue deeper. He felt Debbie writhe under him, her breast rubbing against his shoulder, and the pressure of her pink nipple roused him all the more, building greater and greater heat in him.
Debbie found herself breathing more and more heavily. She could feel Dippy's fingers teasing the wisps of pubic hair surrounding her frothing snatch.
In the sunlight pouring in through Debbie's window, Dippy could see the creamy pyramids of her friends small breasts, rising and falling as her heavy breathing seemed to make her pink nipples swell and enlarge. The breast points seemed to be getting bigger than they'd ever grown, before. They looked like tiny bullets waiting their turn to be fired.
"Suck those nipples," Dippy told Clarence, and Clarence, more than eager to obey, pulled his mouth from Debbie's, and slowly moved his head lower until his lips encircled her right breast.
Dippy was going crazy, enjoying herself as she never had, before. Sex was the path to all happiness, as far as she was concerned. She was learning all about it a lot faster than Debbie, even if Debbie was getting most of the brunt of this. Debbie had such a pure, innocent little mind, even when all this was over, she wouldn't quite be able to figure out what happened. She was the kind of girl who would have to be seduced, every time, no matter how much she enjoyed sex, previously. She would mentally be a virgin every time she got into bed.
As it was, the blond-haired girl was gasping, thrilling to the play of his lips on her nipples, enjoying the way his tongue would lick one, and then the other. Although Clarence had played with her breasts before, he was prolonging the sucking of her nipples making her hotter with each passing second. She wriggled and shuddered, almost forgetting it was Dippy's fingers between her thighs. Her eyes become glassy as she shook, her body filling with a passion she was only first coming to appreciate. This was still difficult for her. Clarence had lapped her cunt more than a week before, and as each day had passed with nothing else really happening to her, her resolve not to let it happen again was slowly becoming stronger. But now . . . golly . . . she was hotter than ever, and all resolves were slowly fading out of her mind.
Now she remembered seeing Clarence with his thick cock buried in her mother's pussy. She remembered how brim-filled with passion was the look on her mother's face as Clarence had gone on fucking her. But mixed with the sight of it all was the sound of her mother's voice, saying, "Giving away free samples could be disastrous. Let a man get one sample, then he might want another and another, and he might go one 'sampling' without 'buying.'" But Debbie was too young to think of being "bought."
Dippy felt wild tingles shooting through her. She had never realized playing with a member of her own sex could be so much fun. Now she and Debbie would have other things to do when they were alone. They need never worry about boredom. And looking at Debbie's reactions, she became even more excited, happy she was doing the right thing for her friend and herself. She watched the way Clarence's tongue slid across the solid, rubbery nubbin of thickening pink nipple, noting how Debbie's spike of flesh seemed to harden and thicken even more when he clamped his teeth around it. He was rubbing his cheek against her other nipple, feeling the puffy breast press into his face and enjoying every bit of it.
She could feel herself becoming more and more aroused. It wouldn't be much longer before she became a part of all this. Her two fingers now rested just inside the outer lips of Debbie's hot, twitching cunt, feeling the suction from within trying to pull her digits more deeply inside.
Poor Debbie. To think she had never had a cock inside her sweet little pussy, before. Oh that was one big mistake. Ever since she, Dippy, had felt a cock plumb her feminine depths, she had realized a cunt going without cock at least once a day made that day a wasted twenty four hours.
Dippy pushed a forefinger a bit deeper into the tight, sucking resistance of Debbie's heated box. The blond girl shivered and trembled.
"Hey, are you all right?" Clarence asked, lifting his mouth from Debbie's nipple.
"She's okay," Dippy told him, and reaching out, shoved his head back down onto Debbie's breast. She was pleased to see the automatic way his mouth opened, swallowing in the hard, succulent nipple. His mouth seemed to open even wider, swallowing all of the small breast, taking the entire pap inside, letting his palate feel the scrape of her nipple as it moved to the back of his mouth, as if attempting to reach into his Dippy began gasping. The sight of all this was becoming too much for her. She wanted Debbie and Clarence to enjoy themselves, but she wanted to get in on some of this, too. After all, she was no less pretty than
Debbie, in her own way.
Her eyes stared as Clarence's teeth bit into the white flesh of her body, chewing on the area around the teat. God!! It really got her heated up. She felt so aroused, she pushed her forefinger a bit deeper into Debbie's tight tunnel. And Debbie, feeling a finger go more deeply than anything ever had before, began wildly squirming. Dippy's finger wormed its way around inside, touching all four vaginal walls, moving through the slurping grasp, listening to the way the blonde's cunt actually seemed to suck on her finger. Debbie was a girl who oiled heavily, and her sucking cave was a deep pool of quicksand as it tugged the finger deeper and deeper into her. Now Debbie's small, trim, rubbery ass began bouncing wildly on the bed as Dippy continued pushing her finger deeper and deeper into the little blonde's fuck hole. Dippy shoved her finger in a bit more and felt the girl's fiery oven suck her finger in bit deeper, all but smothering the finger with the pressure of her tight vaginal walls. Dippy could feel the slimy outpourings of Debbie's thick, liquid oil, easing the way for her pressing finger, making the tight penetration that much easier.
And then, Dippy felt the one thing in Debbie's pussy that no longer existed in her own. She felt the barrier of membrane preventing her from sinking her finger any deeper. Debbie even writhed a bit when she touched the hymen, letting both, Dippy and Clarence know she felt something other than flaming desire.
Little by little Dippy drew her finger out again, until only the tip of her finger remained inside. Then she thrust it in again. She began rubbing it back and forth, back and forth, in and out, in and out, making Debbie gasp and writhe with shuddering, overpowering anxiety.
Debbie's panting urged Clarence to suck all the harder as he filled every part of his mouth with her fulsome breast. But Dippy had other ideas, ideas of which she could become a part. But first, she had to see a pussy being eaten. Once a tongue started working through her own vagina, she would never be able to actually see the whole thing. So she decided she wanted to see what it looked like, first.
"What are you doing?" Debbie gasped, as Dippy grabbed Clarence's golden hair and tugged his face away from Debbie's breast.
"I want to see what it looks like for a guy to eat a girl," she answered.
"Dippy, no, that's something very private. I don't want you seeing something like that."
"Stop talking foolishly," Dippy snapped. "We've gone this far. We have to go further. You know it. If we stop now, this whole thing will be a tease period, and nothing more."
Even Clarence was a little surprised to hear the young brunette talk this way. True, he was an expert pussy eater, but this would be the first time he would indulge in something like this with an audience. For some silly reason he felt uneasy about doing it with an onlooker, nearby. But
Dippy was adamant, and he was so hot for both girls, he couldn't refuse her.
"She needs a pillow shoved under her ass," Dippy said.
"Yeah, well my hands are tied," Clarence reminded her.
"Don't worry," Dippy smiled. "I'll do it." And she pulled her finger out of Debbie's sucking vagina with a loud "pop." Going to the head of the bed, she took Debbie's pillow and when the blond girl raised her body, crammed it under her ass. Debbie felt as if she were arched up, with her head and feet dangling, and her pelvis thrust straight up, revealing the helplessness of her exposed vaginal interior.
Dippy could see the way Clarence's mouth was watering as he stared into the delightful, dripping center between the thick, juicy cuntlips. She could tell he had eaten cunt before, though she had no idea he was the one who had eaten Debbie's pussy. He was hungry to begin eating, more than happy he could do so without having to explain away his lusting desires. But this was where she suddenly decided watching wasn't as important as participating. She could see it all another time. Right now, she wanted to feel it. She was going to give him a double feast.
Climbing onto the bed, she sat on Debbie's belly, being careful to keep her weight on her knees, which were pressing on the bed on either side of Debbie. She was facing away from Debbie, staring at the blond head of Clarence. She knew, the way she was sitting would cause Debbie no real discomfort at all.
Moving from side to side, she felt with her finger and lined up her vagina with that of Debbie, making sure her furrow was directly above that of the blond girl's. She could feel the lint on Debbie's pelvis scrubbing her asscheeks, and from what she could see in the dresser mirror, her pussy-crack was directly in line with Debbie's. The appearance of a single, long, vertical crack was there, seemingly running from the top of her cunt to the bottom of Debbie's, with only the hair color change betraying anything. Her asscheeks, resting on Debbie's pelvis, created the impression of a hairy hot cross bun.
"Now," Dippy said to Clarence. "Start lapping with that tongue of yours."
Clarence slowly came close to the two girls, staring into their joined pussies. Christ! This was one helluva thing to look at. How many guys went through life and never saw something like this? Oh Christ! This was something really worth seeing. He could see Debbie's cuntlips were slightly puffier than those of Dippy. And where there was a parting of pussylips, he could detect a slightly richer coral in Debbie's seething little snatch. Dippy seemed to lubricate more heavily, not that Debbie was dry. But Dippy seemed to take to sex more naturally.
His face came closer to Dippy's burning hole, and he could smell the natural aromatic scent her slurping cunt emitted. Its essence filled his nostrils, and he became dizzy. God, this girl really seemed to exude sex from every part of her. Oh Christ! She seemed to know enough to keep her box nice and clean, yet she didn't douche with any of the advertised products. His tongue began dripping saliva as he realized how hungry he was for a nookie other than that of his aunt. Not that he didn't love Aunt Laura's meat, but filet mignon can get tiresome if one has it all the time. He needed a little prime beef and a taste of pheasant, as well. Christ! The brunette's snatch had a rich, tantalizing odor.
His nose moved a little lower and he sniffed at Debbie's dribbling hole. Christ! It had its own delicious fragrance, no less tantalizing than Dippy's, and seemingly even more arousing. Even though he'd tasted Debbie's sweet pussy once before, looking at it now got him all heated up.
Dippy could feel Debbie's pelvis writhe under her soft buttocks. She put more pressure on her knees to keep her weight from becoming too much for the blond girl. She could sense the arousal Debbie was feeling. Her pussy could feel the light breath tickling her pussy-hairs. Christ! Christ! Get that tongue to slurping, already.
She felt his face move forward, and then his lips were lightly kissing her pouting labia.
"Unnggghhh!" she gasped. Oh God! It was really a thrill. Christ! If either of those other three amateurs had done this to her first, a rape wouldn't have been necessary. She would have gladly given them her steaming pit to suck and fuck. She pitied all those other girls her age who, like Debbie, believed something like this was wrong and evil. What could be so bad about feeling good?
Her eyes stared down the naked length of Clarence's back. She could see Debbie had tied the halter rather loosely around his wrists. Clarence could have gotten out of it any time he wished.
"Hair," he murmured, sitting up and sticking out his tongue. She could see the curly black hair on the tip of his tongue. It was the hair from her own cunt. Reaching out, she took it off and threw it to the floor, watching as it floated down.
And then his face had sunk between her thighs. She could feel him pressing his nose and lips between her parted, sopping cuntlips, his tongue noisily licking out the tantalizing flavor emitted by her vagina. From the way his tongue flickered into her pussy, she could tell he was enjoying himself. Well that was understandable. With two vaginas to lick at the same time he must have been in heaven. She could feel his tongue moving up and down, dredging out all the heavy ointment in her creaming center. The lucky son of a bitch would have her cunt, as well as that of Debbie to drink from for a long time to come. She was enjoying the movement of his tongue. He was a man who really knew how to use it. And because of it, he was the pleasure of sucking both gashed snatches at the same time, where most men never had the good sense to appreciate being able to lick one nookie.
Clarence lapped wildly, feeling his tongue slide into a flaming, simmering cavern now beginning to emit its burning oil in heavy quantities to coat his tongue. He licked insanely, then let his oral digit slide straight down into the pulsating pit of Debbie's waiting snatch.
"Eeeaaahhh!" Debbie gasped, and her fists pounded into the mattress.
The thrills of her cousin's tongue, slurping up and down, licking wildly through her heated hole, madly tasting her dripping secretions was even more exciting this time than it had been that first time, in the car. The idea that Clarence was going to permanently live with them excited her all the more.
Dippy could feel Debbie bucking under her and knew the blonde was enjoying herself immensely, and this made her feel that much more excited. She was getting as much pleasure from Debbie's enjoyment, as she was from the pressure of Clarence's tongue.
Clarence was feeling tingling thrills he never knew could circulate through a human body. His tongue was lapping up and down between the two vaginas, tasting, and enjoying the differences in their flavors. Both were like nectar to him. He lapped again and again, causing lather to build up in both twats. His tongue would start at the bottom of Debbie's seething slit, then ride straight up to the top of Dippy's flaming incision. The more he licked, the more they leaked. He couldn't seem to get enough of their slavering secretions, and lapped even faster. There was no way to tell which cunt tasted better. Both titillated his lingual probe, making it all the more difficult for him to decide which one he liked better.
His tongue began playing wildly over both clitorises, licking them madly, watching them both swell and enlarge. Dippy had a reddened, split pea-sized clit that seemed to peer out from behind a fold of membrane, moving slowly, like a tiny worm, reaching out in an attempt to swell and elongate, trying to crawl toward the tongue; the source of her pleasure. Dippy felt his tongue slither into her tight, vaginal center and lap out the hidden quantities of cunt fluid hiding within. It took all her willpower to keep from bouncing on Debbie's pelvis. She knew she could easily break the blond girl's pubic bone if she sat down too hard.
Clarence lapped at Debbie's bubbling pussy again, tasting the savory flow of pussy water she continually emitted. He noticed her clit was the littlest bit longer than Dippy's. It seemed to extend slightly more than a half inch, and had as much thickness as that of the dark-haired girl. He loved pulling it into his mouth and sucking on it, just as he'd enjoyed sucking on her nipple, earlier. Debbie's thighs reached out, seeking to enclose him, and he reached under her, squeezing her luscious ass with both hands. Hell! He might as well get the most that he could from this. He had no idea when the two girls would be willing to let him do this again. The rubbery, cushion-like cheeks of Debbie's ass seemed to yield to the pressure of his finger, and he felt her buck, realizing she was enjoying it. He could hear her gasps and sighs.
Good! He'd hate to think he was the only one getting something from all this.
To Clarence, sucking two cunts at the same time was the most terrific thing he'd ever done. He would have loved to have fucked both pussies, as well. But he knew better than to try. Popping Debbie's cherry while she had Dippy's weight on her might bring about a traumatic experience the blonde wouldn't enjoy. No, no, far better to go on sucking the oyster-like holes, tasting the raw, pungent liquid seeping from both of them. God! They were better than oysters. Once he'd sucked an oyster off the half shell, it was gone. But he could go on sucking these raw cunts forever, and they'd still be there, dripping more, fresh oyster juice. God! They were tasty.
Dippy felt him shove his tongue in all the deeper, eeling his tongue into her seething center, pressing it all the way in as if trying to fuck her with it. She could feel the heavy fluid sometimes oozing, sometimes squirting from her tender interior, shooting out all over his face, covering his eyelids, his nose, his cheeks, and even his forehead and eyebrows.
Clarence licked into her seething cunt like a honey bear poking its tongue into a beehive, eating hungrily like a huge ursine monster. Dippy had to squeeze her own small tits to keep herself from shouting her pleasure out loud. She seemed to lose a certain amount of control over her body, and her gasps let him know just how strongly he was getting to her. She felt him squash the flat of his rubbing tongue against her extended pearl, licking up and down, up and down, and her hands tightened even more on her tits to keep herself from bouncing.
And then she squealed a short, "Eeeaagghh!" as be forced a finger into the tightness of her slavering hole while his tongue continued lapping at her nookie. She rotated her ass against Debbie's pelvis, rubbing the girl's clit with her asscheeks.
Clarence was amazed at her erotic response. He knew she was almost as inexperienced as Debbie. Debbie had told him how the girl had been raped, but that didn't count as far as he was concerned. She was almost as virginal as the blond girl, yet her gasping and wild humping were the responses of a woman who had come to understand the dull meaning of orgasm. Christ! Her cunt was certainly tight. Only her missing cherry gave any hint that she was no longer virginal. And since athletic girls lost the membrane playing all kinds of sports, if a man was unaware of the nightmare Dippy had gone through, he would still think her a virgin.
Using the same hand, with his middle finger still pressed into Dippy's tight, squishy hole, he rotated his hand a little and slid his thumb into the crushing center of Debbie's sweet pussy. This seemed to give him a little better leverage in each of the close holes.
Debbie gasped as he shoved his finger deeper, shoving the opposing thumb into her until he felt the tautness of her hymen. It made Debbie bounce, even with Dippy's weight on top of her. This was when both, Debbie and Dippy, realized he had freed his hands from the restraining bra.
Using his other hand, he pressed a middle finger into the tight asscrack of his blond cousin. The finger was almost vacuumed between her asscheeks until the point was touching the star of her asshole. Lowering his head a little, he licked Debbie's tantalizing clit once, making her buck a bit, causing her ass to bounce on the pillow beneath. But as her ass, which had leaped up into the air, came down, it seemed to open and his fingertip was swallowed into the tightness of her asshole. The tight sphincter closed solidly around the intruding fingertip, refusing to surrender it. When he rotated it, all he succeeded in doing was pushing it a bit deeper into her.
"Clarence, Clarence, Clarence . . . " she yelled. "Ohhhhhhhh . . . Clarence, it feels so . . . uhhhhh . . . cra-a-a-a-azyyyy . . . oooooh . . . in
She bounced again, forcing her ass down on the pillow, making her mattress squeak loudly, as if protesting what was happening on top of it. His finger continued probing into her asshole, while the thumb of his other hand continued sliding in and out of her anguished, aching cunt, and his middle finger moved through the tight membranes of Dippy's sucking nookie. And all the while, his tongue continued slurping between the folds of both vaginas, lapping wildly at both clitorises.
Christ! These were two tasty young pussies; two tasty young morsels, both good for a lifetime of eating.
Debbie was heaving up and down, shuddering, rubbing her tender clitoris against Dippy's soft asscheeks as the latter rotated her body circularly. She could feel his face sinking deeper and deeper between his thighs as his thumb pushed into Debbie's sopping swamp a bit deeper. In so doing, he pulled his middle finger out of Dippy's sucking morass of seething cunt, letting his thrusting tongue lance in, spiraling through her interior, lapping all the cuntwalls, draining out all the wonderful dew. And then, after sucking the musk oil out of her, his tongue would return to her aching clitoris and attack it all over again. His mouth was concentrating more on her than on Debbie at the moment, and both girls knew it. Yet he had to concentrate on her if he intended making her come.
Dippy seemed to know what was in his mind, because she was looking forward to orgasming with his pressuring tongue. She groaned and sighed all the more loudly, pressing her knees all the more solidly into the mattress, trying to keep her weight off Debbie.
Clarence wanted her to come, and come good. Once her orgasm was out of the way, he could concentrate on making Debbie come. And he was going to really make his blond cousin hit the heights, because today he was going to fuck her.
Dippy was tightening her thighs all the more firmly around Clarence's face, but in doing so, her ass was pressing harder on Debbie's pelvis. She began a series of horizontal spirals, wriggling from side to side, careful not to fall off the luscious young blonde.
Dippy knew Clarence was aware of her need for more of his tongue. She felt him slice his lingual digit through the soft, inner canal of her seething vagina. He tugged his tongue out so he could attack her clitoris again, making her tremble all the more violently. Her thighs were pressing tightly around his skull, applying more and more pressure to his cranium. For a moment it looked as if the bone would crack like an eggshell.
And then, Dippy's body stiffened, suddenly going rigid. She jammed her right hand into her mouth to try and temper her scream, but it was no use. She had lost total control of herself, and as she slammed her ass into Debbie's pelvis, she screamed, "YEEAGHAGH!" And she began coming with maddening spurts of sopping lubricant, jetting the fluid into his handsome face.
Dippy gasped, coming again and again, and all the while Clarence continued to wildly lap her seething inner membranes and flatten his tongue against her seething clitoris.
"Enough, enough, enough," Dippy gasped, enjoying the total orgasm completely. "Now do Debbie. Do Debbie."
"Yes, yes, yes . . . " Debbie called to him as Dippy rolled off. "Lap my pussy until I come. Hurry!"
"No," Clarence gasped, hovering over her. "You may be a tasty young morsel, but the time has come for you to be fucked."
He stared down at Debbie's dribbling pussy, and he found he was drooling. His hard, swollen cock was twitching as long, slimy threads of oil dripped from the tiny hole in his penile head, falling onto the carpet.
"Yeah," Dippy nodded. "That's one great idea, Clarence. Go on and fuck her."
"Take a good look at that luscious twat," Clarence told Dippy. "This is the last time you'll ever see it unsullied. I'm going to fuck into that wonderful hole . . . now!"
"No!" Debbie screamed, trying to curl up on the bed. "No, no, I'm not ready for it. Please, please . . . not now. . . . "
"You ought to be ashamed of yourself," Dippy snapped at Debbie. "Here your cousin is paying you the greatest compliment a man can ever pay a girl. He's telling you he loves you enough to fuck you, and you're sniveling and trying to curl up into a ball. I'm telling you, Debbie, as great as it is to have your cunt eaten, it's far better to be fucked. Once Clarence fucks you, you'll never want anyone to not fuck you again."
"Dippy, how can you talk like that to me?" Debbie asked, feeling emotionally hurt.
"Debbie, all that stuff they teach us in Sunday School is one big crock. Christ! I have two cousins. One is still a virgin. She's past twenty and she hardly goes out with boys, and she's a real sourpuss. God! She's always spouting something or other from the bible. Now her sister had her cherry broken when she was fourteen, which was last year. Up until that time, she was just as much of a sourpuss. I'm telling you, one good cock made all the difference in the world. And the sooner you get it, the happier you'll be. If some guy needs to know you have a cherry before marrying you, you can live without him."
"Gee, I don't know . . . " Debbie muttered.
"Tell you what," Dippy said to her. "I'll bet if you let Clarence cop your cherry, you'll come before he does."
"You're always such a smart ass," Debbie snapped. "You always seem to know everything. Well I have news for you, Miss Smartass. It's a pretty well-known fact most girls don't come the first time they're fucked. That's what my mother told me."
"I'll bet you two tickets to The Beach Boys next concert you come before Clarence."
"But no matter who wins, I still have to lose my cherry."
"Oh hell, Debbie. I'll bet you two tickets to the Crawling Stones next conceit you not only come first, but you beg Clarence to fuck you at least five times jn the next week."
"Never!" Debbie snapped.
"Bet?"
"Bet!"
"Hey, both of you, keep your voices down," Clarence told them. "We don't want everyone in the street to know what's going on here, do we?"
Debbie stared at Clarence's throbbing cock, noting it was long and thick, gorged with blood, rampantly shivering, and waiting to be planted inside her. She could tell from the lustful look in his eyes he had been waiting to fuck her particular cunt for some time, now. Looking at Dippy, she could see the way her face radiated with brilliant satisfaction.
Dippy, for her part, was aching to watch. She wanted to see what it looked like to watch a thick cock bury itself in a tight cunt.
Clarence's eyes remained locked on that perfect blond patch, gazing at the rich pinkness beneath, shimmering delightfully as if waving him forward. God! It was gorgeous. Not even Dippy's tight snatch looked that good. The dripping muff was a work of art to hold the eye of any cunt connoisseur. A lush, rich, gorgeous slash of melon-pink was cut into her pouting fulcrum, the swollen lips looked so beautiful he knew he had to fuck that fascinating quim.
His thoughts were 3-D images of lasciviousness. He was going to fuck this wonderful, marvelous pussy. Yes. yes.
He crawled up on the bed, his knees between her pouting white thighs, he waited as Dippy spread Debbie's loins wider apart, exposing the complete, gleaming wonder of her inner vagina, allowing his starved eyes to swallow up the fabulous sight.
"Go on, Clarence," she whispered. "Go on and fuck her. You know you can't hold back any longer. You know Debbie's been wanting this. She's too shy to admit it, herself. Fuck her, now!"
Dippy's hands on Debbie's up-thrust knees forced them even wider apart. And as Clarence hurled himself forward, she reached down with one hand, encircled his cock, and guided it into the tight, straining twat. The aroused lavender dome was barely parting the rich coral cuntlips when Debbie started sobbing. She shuddered from nervous anticipation, knowing her cousin was going to take from her that which he could never give back. She cried aloud, her head flailing from side to side, her long blond hair whipping out every which way. Her small, hobbling breasts seemed more shimmering and vibrant than ever, and though her mind found difficulty in accepting what was about to happen, her body was welcoming it.
Clarence leaned forward, his hands on either side of her, and he slowly wedged his throbbing glans a bit deeper, moving into the tight, compressing succulence of her steaming snatch. Debbie's thighs were already adjusting, her deep tunnel eagerly clenching its walls around the pressing phallus, anxious to feel its thickness force her tunnel to finally open.
Little by little he slid more of his throbbing penis into her constricting interior, and she trembled, expecting to feel strong pain. She was more than delighted to feel the pressure more of an annoyance than pain. It wasn't going to hurt, even though her tight walls were being separated by the moving cock.
"Aaahhhnnh . . . " she gasped, her body now thrusting upward, eager to feel the rest of his pounding cock. When the tip of his prick bounced off her elastic hymen, she felt a bit of pain, but it was so intermingled with thrills, she wanted more. He was holding his cock back for a moment, looking at her.
"Ready?" he asked.
Chewing on her lower lip, Debbie finally nodded.
"Do it!" Dippy insisted. "Do it, now!"
He slammed forward, and his pulsing rod powered right through her hymen, rending it into a trillion tiny pieces of useless tissue. He continued powering his prodding cock until it was all the way in. And with it came a flooding of thrilling enjoyment as the stolid cock plunged all the way inside. The burning fist of her interior closed around the pulsing prick, making a loud sucking sound, trying to pull him all the deeper into her. But his cock just couldn't go any deeper. It was buried to the hilt in the hallway of her feminine tightness.
Dippy, who was kneeling by the bed, stared at the way the thick prick stretched her friend's sodden interior, and felt wild chills run up and down her spine, seeing how beautifully the cock fitted into her.
"Fuck her, fuck her, fuck her," Dippy began screaming.
And now Debbie realized what her friend had meant about how good it was to have a cock inside her. To hell with virginity. It was a curse. It robbed her of all the good feelings a woman ought to have.
Slowly, carefully, Clarence pulled back, then thrust forward again. He repeated the action again and again and again. He could feel his balls banging against her smooth ass, and the wonder of her seething cunt was almost too much for him. It took all his willpower not to come off, then and there. He had to hold back, to make sure Debbie came first. God! What a cunt.
In its virginal way it was as wonderful as her mother's. Oh Christ! Christ! To think he was fucking her.
"Fuck me," she called to him, as if from far away. "Fuck me as hard as you can, Clarence. I can take it. I promise I'll never cry again. Just fuck me."
Clarence slammed his throbbing meat back and forth with wild abandon, and Dippy's eyes opened wide as she watched the powering pole move in and out again and again. Golly! This was the hottest thing she'd ever seen.
Clarence could feel the rumbling in his balls, and realized there was no way he could hold back. The wonderful grip of his cousin's cunt had taken control of him.
But even as he thought about it, Debbie's thighs began tightening even more, and suddenly she was stiffening, and then her mouth gaped wide, as she screamed, "AAAYYAAGH!"
She bucked against him again and again, feeling the wildest climax she had ever known take total possession of her. And then her orgasm was enhanced even more, feeling hot, spurting fluid come into her seething cunt as Clarence bellowed, "YYEEAGHGH!"
And as he fired, Clarence swore he would never touch another drop of liquor again. He had no intention of drinking anything which would keep him from feeling the full effect of all these cunts. He knew he had three pussies to keep happy, because Dippy would also want to be fucked, and by God! He was just the man to do it. And to hell with everything and everyone else.
