Romantic love and sexual love have long been confused in a society which has so many hang-ups it doesn't know how to tell the difference without blushing. Consequently, it has long been a standard error for teenaged girls to confuse the desire of their bodies for sex with the desire of their minds for romance.
Boys have been somewhat better treated-though not awfully so. The notorious double standard has worked in their favor. They grow up knowing that the greatest coup is to rip off as many pieces of ass as possible, and that with a dress over their faces, all girls are alike-to put it in the worst terms of male chauvinism.
However, things are changing. Girls are starting to realize there is a difference between sexual pleasure and real love. If it is possible to define "real" love.
This is a book about real teenagers and only incidentally about the wider scope of artificial competition such as takes place on the track field. The competition that matters is internal and concerned with such elements as how a boy or girl feels about sex, and how they react to these feelings, and if they grow up repressed and distorted.
Sex is a natural element in life, and it has to be experienced to be dealt with. A wrong start is not the end of the world and to err is human, as Jay Wood makes clear in his latest novel about sex and the budding girl.
-THE PUBLISHER
CHAPTER ONE
"Hey, I won't hurt you, Cathy! I promise! Just let me try it, huh? You're ready for it, I know you are!"
"But it's so big! God, I never knew a guy could be so big! Ohhh, Pete, I'm afraid! I'm afraid if s going to hurt too much!"
Oh, stop that spineless sniveling and get on with it, Debbie Roman thought to herself. You silly little bitch, you're not likely to get a chance to make it with any guy who's half as foxy as Pete and you know it! So just let him slip your panties off and then lie back and spread your legs! You know you 're dying to let him fuck you! That's what you came up here for, isn't it?
Debbie squirmed forward, snaking under the heavy brush, and worked her way closer to the edge of the little clearing. She took great care to make not a single sound, though she expected that Pete Roman, her nineteen year old brother, and Cathy Simmonds, the latest in a long line of girls to develop a crush on him, would be so fully occupied that they would hear nothing. Another three feet brought her under a large, thick oleander which she parted slightly, just enough to enable her to look down into the clearing.
Just as she thought, Pete was already naked. He had stripped off his navy-blue warm-up suit, the tee shirt and the shorts, along with his jock and his training shoes. He had spread the warm-up suit out on the thick grass, making a sort of pallet, and lay beside a tall, slender girl. Cathy, a senior at Debbie's high school and a member of its track team-she had visions of amounting to something as a middle distance runner, though Debbie knew that the girl lacked the inner toughness needed to make her a real champion-had leaped at the chance to train with Pete. Only a sophomore at the local university, Pete had already established himself as a powerful long distance runner and was widely thought to have a good chance of making the U.S. Olympic team, perhaps in the 12,000 meter event or possibly as a marathon runner.
"Ohhhh, God, don't kiss me there!" Cathy moaned as Pete lowered his lips to one of her magnificent breasts. "Mmmmmm, you're making me hornier than ever!"
Debbie had to admit that Cathy's breasts were truly superb works of art. A sharp twinge of envy shot through her own heart when she saw the utter beauty of those big, marvelously sculpted mounds, each with its own needle-pointed nipple and the big, flushed areole crowning the firm, ivory-hued globes. Her own breasts, firm but very small, often looked like little more than a nipple, though they were fiercely sensitive. She had to admit that her small breasts were probably an advantage for her. A budding track star in her own right, she was almost certainly due to represent her country at Montreal in the 400 meter dash. This fact had led certain silly newspaper writers to call Debbie and Pete the "Koman Comets." She had often seen girls with big breasts making utter fools of themselves on the track. Nothing looked more ridiculous, she thought, than to see a pair of mammoth boobs bouncing and flopping about under a track jersey. The jouncing motion became especially irritating when a girl lost her natural rhythm, having run herself out, and began running at an awkward pace. That usually happened to Cathy Simmonds, she knew, and she scorned the girl for her ineptitude.
On the other hand, a large set of boobs generally attracted attention from boys. Pete seemed to be particularly attracted to girls well endowed in that area and Debbie especially resented Cathy for her success in provoking Pete's interest. She adored her brother and would eagerly have accepted the chance to take Cathy's place next to him at that moment.
Yeah, and there's about as much chance of that happening as there is of me starting to grow a beard! the girl ruefully told herself as she thought of lying beside her strikingly handsome brother.
God, what does he see in that cow? Just another easy lay, that's all! And she's acting like she doesn't even want him to fuck her! What a stupid idiot she is! She's just a cockteaser, that's all she is! Yeah, she leads him on and shakes her tits at him and now, when he's all hot to ram his meat up her cunt, she's acting like she's got the biggest cherry in Walnut Valley!
Debbie felt even more jealous of the raven-haired girl as she watched Pete kiss and tongue her nipples. Her own breasts were so sensitive that she could come simply from having them caressed properly, not that any of the boys interested in dating her possessed that skill. On the rare occasions when she had managed to get a boy to kiss her breasts she had quickly felt thunderous waves of orgasmic joy pounding through her loins. The mere thought of having someone as handsome as Pete, a really good-looking youth who enjoyed a girl and knew how to arouse her, kissing her breasts sent agonizing spasms of sexual hunger ripping through her cunt.
Pete had already slipped Cathy's jacket and teeshirt off, along with the bra she wore, and had one hand thrust down the front of her warm-up pants. As his mouth worked miracles of sexual arousal on the girl's big breasts, he gradually slipped the knit nylon warm-u ppants down lower. Debbie's lips curled with disgust when she saw that Cathy was actually wearing underwear! The bra was probably a necessity, she had to admit to herself, but as for wearing skimpy, frilly bikini panties, that was sheer madness. Debbie wore a warm-up suit toolike Pete, she had come out into the hills around Walnut Valley to do her daily stint of cross country running-but under it she wore only a tee shirt and shorts, the no-nonsense outfit of a truly dedicated runner who intended having a hard, productive workout.
Cathy seemed to be torn between opposite reactions as Pete's big, skilled hands worked the scarlet warm-up pants down her thighs. At times she seemed to struggle against him, as if to protect the hypocritical facade of virtue she was projecting. At other times she gave every indication of wanting to be completely naked. Once the tightly fitting warm-up pants were around her ankles Pete left them there, since the vital areas were now already exposed to his hands. Her long, slender thighs quivered convulsively as his fingers played over them, caressing the smooth, super-sensitive skin in soft, swirling motions that brought his hand ever closer to the dark 'vee of tightly curled hair growing at the base of her belly. Her thighs clamped tightly together at times, as if to hide that warm slit between them, but then at other times they spread wide, inviting his most intimate touch.
Debbie happened to be situated in a spot that gave her an excellent vantage point. As Cathy's beautiful thighs swung open she could look directly between them. No more than fifteen feet from the couple, she was able to see every detail of Cathy's fully developed slit. That sight gave her own flesh a definite charge of sexual energy. Unlike several of her fellow athletes, Debbie had never felt a strong attraction to her own sex. Laura Reynolds, for example, a senior at her high school and a state champion in the hundred yard dash, frankly wanted girls as sexual partners and made no secret about it. Had she not been one of the top runners in the country the school authorities would probably have booted her out for her flagrant behavior, especially with Ann Benson, the high school's leading contender in the shotput and discus events.
Ann Benson! Debbie thought, wrinkling her nose in disgust. That cow, that animal! Yes, she gets it on with Laura all the time, I know they do! That pair of fucking queers! I wonder what they do? Suck each other off? Ohh, that Laura, that horny little bitch, I'd like to see her trying to go down on that cow!
Despite her disdain for Laura and Ann, Debbie had always been highly susceptible to sexual activity of any kind, or even the hint of it. When Laura and Ann paraded their naked bodies through the locker room at school, wet from the shower, Debbie sneaked looks at them and felt her own pussy growing warm and wet with excitement. Once she had surprised the lascivious pair in the shower room, both under the same shower head. Ann had her hand thrust between Laura's thighs and was obviously giving the lithe little girl a hand job. Debbie's quick eye had caught the clenching, spasmodic motion of Laura's buttocks as she tightened them and jigged back and forth against that carefully placed hand. Ann had seen her over Laura's shoulder and had merely grinned, continuing to fingerfuck the girl with steady strokes.
Thus the sight of Cathy Simmonds' pussy affected Debbie in a powerful way. As she spread her thighs once more and heaved upward, stabbing her loins into the air, the pressure of her thigh muscles forced the outer fold of flesh apart. A thick growth of dark, curling hair completely framed the girl's slit. There was even a little patch of hair between her pussy and her asshole, Debbie noted with surprise, and that made the deeply flushed crevice even more provocative. The inner lips, big and moist with excitement, hung down like halves of a big, dark fruit. Pete's middle finger brushed those dark lips, touching them lightly. A low, whimpering moan of utter delight escaped from Cathy's throat. She surged upward with her hips to press her loins against his hand more firmly.
Oh, she wants it, she's really hot for it! Debbie thought. Mmmm, look at how she's humping his hand! She's dying to get his big cock deep in her cunt, little bitch! God, I hope he fucks her right out of her mind! It'd do her good, getting a real man inside her cunt for once!
Debbie's gaze strayed away from that deliciously aroused slit and fell on Pete's lust-stiffened prick. He happened to be lying in a way that gave her a fair view of most of that tool's thick length and it affected her far more directly and powerfully than had the sight of Cathy's pussy. At least as thick as three of her fingers and rearing up from his loins for a good eight inches, the broad, meaty shaft soared straight to a swollen tip. The foreskin remained pulled down over the head, obscuring that bulging knob, and his balls hung low between his thighs. Debbie could not imagine a more manly fucking implement than that one, nor could she conceive of one that she wanted more for herself.
Pete took Cathy's right hand and guided it down to the stem of his cock. She flinched, at first wanting to pull her hand away, but then the tool's lustful magnetism took hold of her and her fingers curled around its great heft. She caressed it slowly, tenderly, and it seemed that the rod grew even more as her fingers made it harder than ever. She ran the tips of her fingers over his balls too, caressing them lightly and fondling the big eggs enclosed in the almost hairless sack of wrinkled purple skin.
"It's just so big!" Cathy murmured. "Oh, wow, I never knew they got to be this big! Mmmm, are you sure it won't hurt me? Wouldn't it ... well, tear me? Rip me apart? Oh, Pete, I do want to, you know I do! But I'm afraid! I'm afraid it'll hurt too much!"
"No, we'll take our time," Pete assured her. "You'll have lots of time to get used to it, baby, you can be sure of that. And if you're right, if you start hurting too much, well, we'll just stop, that's all. It isn't worth it, not if it hurts you too much. But you'll be able to handle it, I know you will! And then you'll really get into it, I'll bet on that! Mmmmm, I can't wait to get it in you! You're so tight, so hot and wet! It'll be good, Cathy, it really will!"
As he murmured those assurances into her ear, he worked the tip of his middle finger between the inner lips of her pussy. The girl groaned loudly and gave an ecstatic quiver of sensual pleasure when she felt his finger working down the hyper-sensitive furrow between the lips of her pussy, traversing that richly oiled canal between her clitoris and that taut, highly inflamed mouth of her cunt. Pete fingerfucked her slowly, teasing her along, and continued working his lips and tongue over her big red nipples.
Once, as he was manipulating her pussy, she sucked in a quick breath of air and thrust against him with special force. Soft, moaning sounds of delight escaped from her throat as she fucked herself against his finger, thrusting hard and gripping him tightly with her thighs. Suddenly she stiffened her entire lower body and brought her hips completely off the rumpled warm-up suit on which she lay. Powerful tremors of ecstasy pulsed through her thighs and belly.
Debbie watched intently. She knew that the girl was having an orgasm and the sight of that lithe, lovely body throbbing with ecstasy moved her greatly. She would have loved to slip a hand between her own tightly clenched thighs but she dared not. She knew that she would never be able to suppress her own animal-like groans if she brought herself off and it would not do for Cathy to learn that she was being observed. Debbie gritted her teeth and forced her hands to remain tightly clasped in front of her.
"Ohhh, God, you did it!" Cathy murmured wonderingly. "You really did it! You made me come! Wow, I couldn't believe it was happening and then all of a sudden it was just all over me! Mmmmmm!"
"That was just a beginning," Pete told her. "There's a lot more of that in store for you, girl!"
That first climax had merely whetted Cathy's appetite and she responded more ardently than ever to Pete's caresses. Working under his guidance, she peeled back the foreskin of his prick, rolling the loose covering skin off the head with slow pressure that Debbie found intoxicatingly beautiful. The broad, flaring head emerged in a truly sensual fashion and was soon completely exposed. The rim of the glans spread wide, overshadowing the broad shaft like a gigantic, obscene mushroom. Cathy stared at the treasure her fingers had uncovered for a moment, as though she could not believe what she had found.
"Here, I'll let you feel it a little," Pete said. "Just enough to let you get a hint of what it might be like later on!"
With that he pushed her onto her back and gently placed his body between her thighs. Cathy reluctantly complied and Debbie could see that she still had serious doubts about whether she ought to allow him to plant that massive beam between the lips of her pussy. Pete's greater strength and determination quickly settled the issue, not that Cathy resisted him very strongly. She was powerfully pulled by her frantically aroused cunt, which continued churning out pleas for relief from the sexual tension which gripped her loins, and she easily allowed herself to be persuaded to go along with his scheme.
Once he was on her and between her thighs, Pete began pushing the naked head of his prick up and down that richly aroused furrow between the lips of her pussy. The soft, spongy head glided easily over those swollen lips, once it had acquired a coating of the delicately scented oil which poured from the depths of her fiercely stimulated cunt. As Pete worked his hot cock over the girl's pussy, touching her clitoris and then forcing the head between the lips, so that it rubbed suggestively against the taut mouth of her cunt, he continued assuring the girl that she would be able to adjust herself to its considerable bulk without great difficulty.
Debbie could see Cathy's indecision gradually melting into a willingness to attempt the lascivious experiment. At Pete's suggestion, she took his cock into her own hands and began rubbing it against her pussy. The shift allowed her to hold that hot, sensual head against the parts most wanting attention and, of course, greatly increased her desire for him. When Cathy lifted her feet and placed her legs around Pete's hips, locking her heels together behind his buttocks, Debbie knew that the girl had irrevocably committed herself to the fuck.
"Sure, you just hold it down there so it'll go in easy," Pete told her. "And me, I'll just press against you a little, so you can see what if s going to feel like. I won't put it in, not all the way, not till you tell me to!"
Debbie could close her eyes and visualize the way her brother's magnificent cock fitted against the moist, throbbing cleft. She had examined her own pussy often enough to have the feminine outlines firmly imprinted in her mind and she knew that the bulb-like tip of his prick would nestle down against the crescent-shaped opening like a ball fitting into a well-oiled socket. As he lowered himself down onto her, pressing gently, his weight would force the head of his cock into that tight little cleft, forcing it apart and dilating it until it clasped his prick in a wet, hot grip and fitted perfectly.
"Mmmm, it feels so sexy!" Cathy exclaimed. "Oh, wow, it's so hot! Ooooh, it makes me want to...."
"What?" Pete asked in an easy, conversational tone. "What does it make you want to do, Cathy? C'mon, tell me!"
"Omigod, it makes me want to fuck!" she moaned. "It makes me want to feel that big thing going in, all the way in, all the way up my cunt!"
"Do you want me to give it to you?"
"God, yes!" the girl cried out after only a second's hesitation. "Do it to me, Pete! Do it to me now! Fuck me and let me feel it all the way up my cunt! Ohhh, drive it up my cunt and fuck me to death!"
He did not wait for her to have any second thoughts. Tensing his buttocks, he swayed against her and then slid into her cunt with a smooth thrust that sent about a third of his brutally large prick slicing into her flesh. That first thrust brought a whooping cry of exultation to the girl's lips and she dug her fingers into his back, clawing at him in her moment of supreme anguish. Her cries of pain quickly trailed away, however, and were replaced by throaty yelps of encouragement. Her hips began swaying from side to side and within a very short time she was fucking back at him with unbridled ferocity.
"Ugghhh! Ooooohhh!" she grunted as she humped up at his pistoning cock. "Ohhhh, get it on! Agghhh! All the way in! Ooooh! Uhhh! Now fuck, now fuck hard, damn you, drive it all the way home! Ahhhh, all the way up my cunt! Ohhhh, Pete, you're killing me, you're tearing my cunt in two! Mmmmm, work it harder, baby, work it in and out and in and out and ... annngghhh! Owwwwww! Omigod, I'm almost there, I'm about to come again! Ohhhhh, do it now! Shoot your nuts off, shoot your fucking nuts off and come! Drown me with come! Unnnngghhhhh!"
Debbie's eyes widened when she saw and heard the rapidity of Cathy's response. She was frankly surprised at the urgency of the girl's pleas. She would never have believed that Cathy Simmonds would respond so quickly or so strongly to the stimulus of Pete's big prick. There was no way to deny the girl's delight in feeling that massive shaft working into the depths of her cunt, though, or to obscure the fact that she was enjoying the act with immense gusto. Nor was there a way to get around the fact that Pete was fucking her with genuine, allout abandon. Evidently her cunt's fit excited him greatly and he was ready to let himself go with all the power at his disposal.
Grunting out suddenly, he reached down to take her plunging, writhing buttocks in his big hands. Pulling her up to him, he slammed his prick into her cunt with a sudden surge of bull-like strength, planting every inch of that big rod squarely in her flesh. Cathy writhed against him and clawed even more desperately at his back when she felt his cock begin jerking deep inside her cunt and spitting out the thick jets of hot, sticky love-cream.
"Aurrgghhh!" Pete groaned. "Shake that ass, baby, shake it down! Mmmm, you're milking my cock! Suck it out, baby, suck the come out!"
"Come! the girl cried. "Ohhh, God, come! Shoot it all over my cunt! Ooh, Pete, your balls are up against my asshole! Oh, wow, you're killing me, you're killing me with cock! Unngghhhh! Aiiieeeee! Ohh, fuck me harder!"
CHAPTER TWO
Debbie's head reeled with passion as she watched the culmination of her brother's frantic lovemaking with Cathy. She could see the slow, rhythmical flexing of his naked buttocks as they contracted in time with the pulsations of his cock. She could not see his prick entering the girl's tight cunt-his balls hung down far enough to obscure that vital connection-but she knew that the big rod would be swelling and pounding as it forced great spurts of streaming jism up its length and into Cathy's wildly aroused cunt.
Debbie pressed her thighs together and pressed her lovemound into the earth beneath her, an involuntary response to the maddening scene being played out in front of her. Her actions brought a slight measure of relief to her tortured loins, but not the powerful thrill of total sexual release that she most needed at that moment. It was enough to quell the worst of the agonizing pangs that threatened to tear her womb apart, however, and she managed to lie quietly without drawing attention to herself.
She was not certain what Pete would do if he caught her spying on him. He made no effort at hiding his promiscuous ways from her. Indeed, he would have had difficulty in doing so, since they trained together and spent far more time together than most brothers and sisters. If she were to disrupt his assignation with Cathy, she was certain, he would be enraged but she was not sure to what lengths his anger might take him. Discretion, propriety and caution all agreed that she would do better to keep very still and avoid being detected in the act of watching the couple.
Emitting a long, low sigh of relief, Pete lowered himself onto Cathy's inert body and gradually relaxed. She had kicked one foot free of the warm-up pants and her panties during the frantic preliminaries, just before he had gotten between her thighs, and her garments were now twisted crazily around one ankle. She relaxed the grip of her long, powerful thighs and stretched them out beside his smooth, almost hairless legs. Her hands, formerly claws of passionate arousal, now became instruments of tenderness as she lightly caressed his back and ass with long, gentle strokes.
"Mmmm, it didn't hurt at all!" she murmured into his ear. "Oh, Pete, it was just so fucking good! I thought I was going to die when I felt that first come hit me. It was like something was pulling me all apart inside. But then you started to cream and ... ahhhh, I thought you were going to come forever!"
"Hey, you really like to feel a guy go off inside you?" he asked. "Is that really a sexy feeling? Can you feel it good?"
"Ooooh, ever so good! Yeah, I could feel it! It felt like somebody'd rammed a fire hose up my cunt! And oh! That come! So hot! Oh, wow, I could feel that good stuff splashing all over and squirting out so strong! Man, it just made me want to come forever!"
Debbie ground her teeth in frustration. She had never been privileged to have that sensation and she bitterly regretted the fact. None of the boys interested in dating her had impressed her favorably enough for her to grant them any kind of freedom with her body, much less the favor of putting their pricks into her ripe young cunt. Far back in her mind she harbored the notion that Pete might some day see her as a woman, rather than as a pal, and take the necessary steps to relieve her of her virginity, though she did not ordinarily allow that thought to come to the surface of her mind.
"Hey, that's neat!" Pete exclaimed, breaking Debbie's train of thought for the moment. "Where'd you learn how to make your cunt squeeze like that? I never felt anything like that before!"
"Oh, if s just something I picked up last year," Cathy told him with more than a hit of smug pride in her voice. "I was reading this magazine and it had some ideas about how to train the muscles down there. Like it?"
"Wow, it's wild! It really is! Man, it's like you had your hand around my cock! Oh, yeah, baby, I really like that! Mmmm, you're making me want some more of that good stuff!"
"I was hoping for something like that," Cathy told him. "That's the general idea, you know. But this time, I'd like something a little different. Yeah, I think I'd like to go down on you! How about it, Pete? Think I could coax a little more come outta that prick of yours?"
My God, she's really serious about doing it! Debbie thought to herself. And here I was thinking that she was jus t a cockteaser! And that she had a cherry too! Man, the girl's something else! Is she for real? Is she really going to go down on him right now? Oh, wow, what a trip! To suck his big, beautiful cock right after he'd fucked you, when it had sweet, hot come all over it and all that stuff, oh, shit!
Pete, like Debbie, found Cathy's proposal startling and he made no attempt to hide his surprise. Cathy assured him that she loved fellating a fellow and that the act was never better than immediately after a long, intensely arousing session of lovemaking, one that culminated in a fierce, all-consuming orgasm for both parties. Her animated assurances were convincing enough and Pete found himself warming to the subject far quicker than he would have anticipated. In the very prime of life and physically fit to a degree known to only a very few people, he possessed amazing recuperative powers and his youthful vigor helped insure that his balls would quickly recharge themselves with a satisfying large amount of sperm.
"Mmmm, it tastes a hundred time better after a good fuck," Cathy assured him. "It's like your spunk, getting together with my cunt's drip and all that stuff, they just go together to make the grooviest taste ever! I really love it! And besides, tasting all that good stuff, and your cock being so wet and all, it'd just naturally remind me of how much fun I had getting in that shape, and so ifs a hundred times sexier than ever!"
"Wow, you make it sound like candy!" Pete exclaimed. "You know, I never thought about going down on a girl after we'd gotten it on, but you just might have made a believer out of me! Yeah, I think I might try it myself!"
"Mmmm, I bet you'll love it," Cathy promised. "A horny, well-hung brute like you, I'll bet you like everything about sex and sucking and stuff! Yeah, if you really give me some good head, I'll just ... ohh, wow, I'll give you a treat you won't ever forget, I can promise you that!"
Debbie's head whirled madly as she listened to the couple. She had never before wanted to have a fellow's prick in her mouth. She had the usual notions about that act, associating the male sexual organ with uncleanliness. Cathy's excited description of the act now gave her a very different viewpoint. She felt her own lips curling with anticipation and at that moment, if Pete had discovered her presence and told her to do so, she would willingly have taken his cock into her own mouth.
She had masturbated four boys and knew the ferocity with which their semen had spurted from their pricks at the ultimate moment. She remembered the warmth, the thick, sticky quality of that creamy ejaculate and at that moment she wanted nothing more than to feel Pete's massive cock exploding in her mouth and filling her throat with the concentrated essence of masculinity. She would gladly have swallowed every drop of his load if given the chance, she told herself, and she would have continued sucking at his prick until she had extracted the last fragment of sensation from the thick shaft.
Spurred by Cathy's promises, Pete extracted his prick from her cunt and lay down beside her. Debbie got a good look at the shining, glistening tool as the girl knelt over him, spreading her knees beside his head and lowering herself to bring her pussy to within the reach of his lips. Every inch of her brother's big cock was covered with the creamy goo he had shot into Cathy's ripe young cunt. His balls glinted wetly too. She supposed that it was mostly the result of Cathy's excitement and was the girl's own slippery lubricant. Debbie knew that her own pussy had generated a fierce flow of that rich oil and that she would be covered with the musk-scented fluid from one end of her crack to the other. The sight made his big balls even more attractive, she decided, and she felt a sharp pang of pure envy when she thought of Cathy having all that delicious looking treat to herself.
What's that silly little bitch ever done to deserve something like that? She asked herself. Ohhh, god, if only I could ... I can't even think about it! Mmmmm, if he'd only let me do it to him!
Debbie tortured herself with those and similar thoughts as she watched Cathy bend forward and neatly take the head of Pete's stiff, obscenely moistened prick into her mouth. The girl did not touch the tool with her fingers. She merely sucked the naked head up off his belly and threw it into her mouth, then pressed down on it so that the shaft ran further between her lips. A low, throbbing moan of ecstatic approval welled from her throat as she caught the first strong flavor of their fucking.
"Oh, wow, that's the way!" Pete called out. "Mmmm, I really dig that! Hey, your cunt's ... mmmm! Yeah, I see what you mean! Ooooh, great taste!"
Debbie had caught the movement of his head as he lifted his mouth to the apex of her thighs. She visualized the hairy slit lying there, the lips forced open by her widespread stance, and a shiver of lustful desire ran through her body once more. She tried to imagine a ripe, well-fucked pussy in that pose, then endowed it with a thick, hearty trickle of fresh come. She saw, in her mind's eye, the rivulet of erotic cream seeping from the dark, fleshy lips, welling out of the tight little cuntal opening and seeping down to flow over the clitoris and then into that thatch of dark, curling hair.
"Oh, man, that's just so out of sight I can't believe it!" Pete exclaimed after a moment of silence had elapsed. "Mmmmm, talk about tasty!"
Cathy could not answer, since her mouth was stuffed full of hot, hard cock, but from time to time she emitted a hearty grunt of decided approval. As Debbie watched, she saw the girl take an incredible amount of her brother's cock into her mouth. As she worked her lips up and down the thick, hard shaft, she caressed his balls gently with her fingers. Debbie's eyes widened with surprise when she saw how completely the girl could engulf his cock with her mouth.
Sweet fucking shit! she thought to herself. He's got to be fucking it right down her throat! There's no way on earth she could get all of that into her mouth without sticking it down her throat! My God, why doesn't it choke her to death? Ohhh, he's so fucking big. I wish I could do something like that!
After a moment Cathy lifted her face up and moved away from him until only the head of his prick remained locked between her lips. She ground her face about viciously in a way that must have delivered a ferocious amount of sensual friction to Pete's cock, or so Debbie assumed. The youth groaned again, muttered an indistinct phrase and then began lifting his ass off the rumpled warm-up suit so as to work his cock in and out of Cathy's mouth. The girl accepted his quick thrusts with eagerness and continued working her face around in a slow, utterly sensual circle.
"Oh, yeah, that's some kind of fucking!" Pete grunted. "Ohhhh, baby, I wish that could go on for ever!"
"We can make it last as long as you want," Cathy told him. "I just love the feel of a big, stiff prick in my mouth! There's nothing so sexy, really!"
"I wish I had all day," Pete said, "but I've got to finish this workout after a while. How about you? You want me to get you off again? Like for me to lick a good one out of your cunt?"
"Why don't you lie back and let me suck you off?" she suggested. "Not that I wouldn't like to come in your mouth, of course, but maybe it would work better if we concentrated on getting you to come, huh? Yes, I think that would be best. You just lie there, Pete, and let me do the work. Or, if you want, you can tongue-fuck me a little whenever you want. Usually that makes me want to give a better blow job!"
Debbie marveled at Cathy's frank, matter-of fact way of accepting such fantastically erotic behavior. She knew that the girl was only eighteen, not more than two years older than herself, and she certainly would never have believed that Cathy Simmonds had had any very extensive sexual experience. Yet here she was, carrying on as if she were the biggest whore in Christendom and, judging from Pete's ecstatic behavior, doing a very good job of it. Debbie did not even know of a girl who had gone down on a guy and she watched Cathy's skilled, obviously knowing performance with considerable shock.
"Mmmm, your prick tastes so good!" Cathy muttered. "I've licked the front half clean, darling, and now I'm going to start on the other part, the part I couldn't get in my mouth. I'd have taken all of it except that I get a little cramped, lying like this. Sometime I'll do it though, I promise! Would you like to fuck me in the mouth, Pete? I mean, really fuck me? Shove your cock all the way in, all the way down my throat? I can do it like that, you know. You're a lot bigger than any guy I ever had before but I could take all of your cock, I know I could!"
"Wow, that sounds like a gas! Pete said. "Some other time, hug? Right now, let's just stay the way we are, okay? I think I can really get off on this just the way it is right now!"
Debbie's eyes nearly started from her head when she heard Cathy promise to take all of Pete's cock in her mouth. She could not conceive of such a feat, though she had already seen the girl's mouth enclosing at least two-thirds of that huge prod. No more than a couple or three inches of his prick had been outside her lips at one point, Debbie was sure, and she had not seen any overt display of discomfort on the girl's part. She could see no reason, therefore, why Cathy could not deliver on her promise, but even so she still found it almost impossible to believe that such a feat was possible.
Regardless of the likelihood of the feat, Cathy was certainly devoting herself to Pete's come-smeared prick with all the relish anyone could wish for. She held the tool straight up in the air and worked her lips down the sides. Debbie could see her pink tongue flickering over the tool's ivory-hued shaft, covering every inch of that broad beam and licking away at the mingled flavors that made it so delectable a morsel. Gradually her lips worked lower on the shaft, nearing the base, and then she nuzzled into the thick mass of wiry, golden brown fur surrounding the junction of his prick and loins. Her tongue darted in and out, restlessly probing and tasting, and her lips worked down to his balls. Debbie almost shrieked with delight when she saw the slow, utterly sexual way in which Cathy ran her tongue over that heavy bag and licked it with an all too apparent greediness. Pete lifted his ass higher to accommodate her in her quest, she pried his buttocks apart and pressed the tip of one finger down against his anus. He responded sharply, grunting and quivering with marked physical reactions.
Debbie marveled at the girl's ingenuity. She had only recently discovered that her own asshole had a surprising degree of erotic potential, having accidentally touched herself there while masturbating. Her initial explorations of anal eroticism were still continuing but she had learned enough to know that she could produce some amazingly sexual sensations merely by touching her asshole when she was highly aroused.
Cathy now levered Pete's thighs further upward, a maneuver that brought his asshole into clearer view. The girl worked her tongue over his balls and then began licking down that tenderly erotic pathway, concluding with a sharp press of her tongue against the very rim of his anus. Pete groaned loudly and swore that he had never felt anything remotely like it before, certainly nothing that attacked his balls more directly or more powerfully.
"Mmmm, you really need two people for that," Cathy told him, smiling at his pronounced reaction. "You know that Lauren Swendsen, that miler from Oak Hills High last year? She's the one who showed me about rimming a guy, we really got it on good with ... oh, you remember that little Mexican hurdler from San Gabriel College last year? God, was he ever hung, to be so little! Anyway, we took turns: first Lauren would suck his cock and I'd rim his asshole and then we'd switch around. I was going down on him when be blew off and holy shit, it was like somebody'd forgotten to turn off the faucet! Oh, wow, did that guy ever give me a mouthful that day! But if there was two of us, see, we could do both of them to you at once and I'll bet you'd really lay him in the shade! Oh, Pete, you've got such lovely, big balls! I know they're packed with come already, just waiting for me to suck it out of them!"
Her recital of her erotic feats with Laura Swendsen, an athlete whom Debbie knew only by reputation, had apparently given her a great deal of sexual arousal and she began devouring Pete's cock again. This time her enthusiasm was even more clearly marked and she threw aside every semblance of restraint in her attempt to bring him to a quick and powerful climax.
Pete had also been deeply stirred by her story, as well as by the incredibly sensual effect of her tongue playing over his asshole, and he responded with all the vigor his youthful body could muster. Cathy kept her finger firmly planted over that tiny, puckered opening and pressed down hard, though she could not force it into his rectum. The pressure alone sufficed to give his balls an extra charge of erotic energy and within a very short time he was fucking himself into her utterly receptive mouth with a frenzy which Debbie could hardly believe.
"Unnnggghhhh!" he grunted, his voice twisted and distorted with passion. "Ohhh, God, get it on! Mmmmmm! You're sucking my nuts off, you're sucking them right up through my dick! Aurrgghhh! Again, do it like that again! Omigod, Cathy, suck! Suck hard! Ohhhh, baby, you're getting it, you're sucking me off! Agghhhh! I can't hold it, baby, I've to cream! Ohhh, suck! SUCK! SUCK ME NOW! ANNNGGGHHH-OWWWWWW!"
Debbie watched as long as she could. At the very end, when Pete's throaty cries had trailed off into muffled grunts of pure pleasure, she could watch no longer and lowered her face to the earth. She still remembered the frantic way in which he had jabbed his cock back and forth in Cathy's mouth, however, and she could still see the big vein running along the tool's underside pulse repeatedly as it pumped out seemingly endless streams of hot, fresh spunk directly into the girl's mouth. Cathy took the load greedily and swallowed every drop, moaning softly as his prick continued spurting out fresh charges of hot, salty come in response to her tongue's brutally direct urging.
CHAPTER THREE
Cathy would gladly have continued her lascivious exercises with Pete, a fact that she made abundantly clear. He wavered momentarily but then decided against it. He did not want to interrupt his training routine, he told her, and another climax with her might very well leave him prostrate for the day. Cathy accepted his decision calmly and moved off his warm-up suit, spreading her own on the grass and lying back on it.
"I think I'll stay here a while longer," she said. "You know, just to let the strength get back in my legs a little. And to think about how nice it was, feeling your cock go off inside me! Mmmm, I might even do it to myself a little, just to keep high a while longer!"
Pete grinned down at her and jogged off through the woods. With the Olympic tryouts less than six weeks away, he owed it to himself to have himself in top form for the grueling trials. He had an outside chance of making the team, not as good as Debbie's, but he did not want to see the opportunity lost because of his own negligence in training. His coaches would have been livid with rage if they had known how he had spent a half hour of his morning. They were stern and dedicated believers in celibacy and almost daily warned their athletes against the perils of sexual indulgence. Pete had learned for himself that an active sex life had no discernible effect on his athletic performance, so long as he did not overdo his amatory efforts, and he casually disregarded their preachments. Debbie felt proud of him for sticking to his self-imposed regime and she told herself that very few young men would have been able to jog away from so attractive a sight as Cathy.
The long period of sexual arousal had made the girl's breasts even more beautiful, Debbie thought. Her face was brightly flushed and her dark eyes glittered brightly in the morning sun. Her nipples had hardened into twin cones of lustfully discolored flesh, clearly indicating her inner arousal, and the areoles had flushed darkly until they were almost a maroon color. Debbie had no doubt that the lips of the girl's pussy would be equally dark. Her own, she felt, must surely be the deepest, brightest shade of scarlet ever seen! And it would surely be moist and tingling with unsalted hungers.
"Debbie? You can come out now," she heard Cathy say in an easy, conversational tone of voice. "I don't think he'll be back for a while. It'll be all right for you to show yourself now!"
Debbie cautiously lifted her head at that. A feeling of stark terror passed through her body as she heard the words and she thought momentarily of trying to get away silently. The thick oleander bush prevented that. She would not be able to crawl out from under it without making a great deal of noise, not unless she were to proceed with the utmost caution. Peering around a clump of leaves, she saw that Cathy was looking directly toward her.
"You can come out," Cathy repeated, her voice soft and coaxing. "I saw you a while ago, just when I started going down on Pete. The sun caught your hair just enough to cause a glint. Pete didn't see you, I'm sure of that. Please come out and talk to me, Debbie!"
Debbie felt herself being pulled forward by that mightily persuasive voice. She realized, much to her surprise, that she actually was moving out from under the bush. Crawling forward, she slipped into the clearing and paused there, kneeling on her hands and knees as she watched the naked girl before her. Seen close up and without the barrier of the intervening leaves, Cathy looked more beautiful than ever, she realized, and she felt her body responding to the ardent sensuality of the girl's flagrant nudity. Cathy had sat up, crossing her legs before her, tailor fashion, and seemed quite oblivious of the fact that this position completely opened her pussy to Debbie's view.
"I wondered who it might be," Cathy said, smiling warmly, "and then I remembered that Pete said something about suspecting that sometimes you followed him to watch him balling girls. Ohh, Debbie, you'll never know how much better it was for me, knowing that you were there watching me while I was sucking his big cock! Mmmm, it was just spectacular, the things I felt!"
"You knew?" Debbie whispered, horrified at her disclosure. "All the time, you knew I was there?"
"I had hoped you might be there, Cathy corrected her. "And then after I caught that glint of sunlight, then I was pretty sure. You mustn't feel bad about it, kid, really you mustn't. I can really get high on watching people ball! Mmmm, and it looks as though it affected you the same way!"
"And ... and it didn't bother you?" Debbie asked. "Knowing I was there, I mean? That didn't turn you off?"
"Ahhh, did it look as though I was turned off? You could ask Pete about that, except that you don't want him to know. I'll bet he'd tell you that he never had a more exciting blow job than the one I gave him! No, really, it didn't bother me! Quite the opposite, in fact. Strange, but I've always been that way-turning on more if someone was watching, I mean. I guess it's a little kinky or something but what the hell, if it works, go with it!"
Debbie tried to apply that idea to herself and came up with a total blank. Having had no experience of sexual intercourse, she could scarcely imagine that act, much less how she would feel if she knew that someone were watching her as she ground her loins against a young man and worked the tight, slippery rim of her cunt up and down the throbbing shaft of his cock.
"How about you?" Cathy asked. "Does it turn you on more? Having someone watch, I mean?"
"I ... I don't know," Debbie admitted. "I ... I've never done it with a guy. I just can't decide what I'd think about that."
"Ahh, so you are a virgin!" Cathy muttered, looking at her with more interest. "It isn't because ... well, because you don't like guys, is it? I mean, you aren't gay? Oh, wow, what if you were! And I made it with the both of you in the same morning! How about it, Debbie, want to try it on with me? Mmmm, I'd just love to go down on you! Or maybe you'd rather do it to me? Maybe you'd like to lick some of Pete's come out of my cunt!"
Debbie's cheeks burned as she heard the audacious proposals from the girl. Her entire body hummed vibrantly, responding sharply to the sexuality emanating from Cathy's face and body, but she told the girl that she did not think she would be able to engage in homosexual activities.
"I mean, you're pretty and all," she added, stammering and blushing even more violently, "but ... gee, I just don't think I'd like to do it with a girl!"
"It doesn't matter," Cathy told her. "Me, I can go either way and I love it, no matter who I'm with. As long as they're attractive and hot, of course! How about just watching? Maybe you'd like to sit there and watch while I get myself off, then! Mmmm, I just love to fingerfuck myself, don't you? You must like it, you're Pete's sister, after all! Yes, I can tell that you're just as horny as he is, in your own way! Let's do it together, Debbie! Let's fingerfuck ourselves and watch each other come!"
A bout of mutual masturbation had been the farthest thing from Debbie's trouble young mind when she had emerged from under the oleander bush. She had intended bringing herself off, to be sure, but she had expected that Cathy would leave the clearing with Pete and that she would have the open area to herself.
Debbie was no stranger to masturbating with another girl. Carol Connett, in fact, had taught her how to manipulate her smooth, hairless pussy almost six years ago, and they had shared many an exciting round of self-stimulation until Carol had moved away. Since that time Debbie had indulged in the forbidden pleasure with several other girls, usually close friends who were spending the night at her house. Sometimes they did it furtively, neither wanting to admit to the other what they were doing. More often they faced the matter frankly and performed more openly. In either case, Debbie now realized, she had probably felt a little more stimulation when another girl had been present.
Cathy clinched the matter by bringing her right hand between her own parted thighs and touching the flaring lips of her own pussy lightly. Debbie's hot, fevered eyes followed the path of that gently stroking finger and she felt her own slit begin throbbing with a harder, much more insistent beat. Almost beside herself with desperate arousal, she stood up and quickly stripped off her warm-up suit. Her running shoes, shorts and teeshirt quickly followed and then she was standing naked before Cathy.
"Mmmm, what a lovely body!" Cathy breathed, frankly admiring her. "Are you sure you don't want to try it with me? I never realized how beautiful you are until just now! Mmmm, you've really got a body on you!"
Cathy's praise was all the more effective for being unforced. Debbie, who had never thought of herself as especially attractive, saw that the girl was quite sincere. She had originally been quite shy about displaying herself in front of Cathy, especially because of the disparity in size between their breasts, but Cathy's evident admiration made her much more at ease.
"Hey, you don't have to go on like that!" Debbie said, averting her eyes for a moment with genuine modesty. "I ... I couldn't even begin to come up to you. Not in looks, not ever."
"Why thank you!" Cathy cried, smiling warmly. "But I guess you're a little shy because of your breasts, right? I know I was, before mine started developing. Maybe it's the fucking that did it, I don't know, but they've become almost too big. Really, there are times when I wish that mine were a lot more like yours. Especially those nipples! Wow, they look so delicious!"
Debbie glanced down and noticed her nipples at once. They had hardened into rigid, throbbing projections, each as large as the tip of a little finger and very long. They were dark with arousal and ached fiercely. She lifted a hand and touched them lightly, bringing a fierce shock of sexual excitement pulsing throughout her entire body. She flinched visibly and clamped her thighs together involuntarily.
"Come on, spread your legs and show me everything!" Cathy ordered. She had continued rubbing the lips of her pussy lightly and now her voice took on a hoarse, throaty timbre that adequately betrayed her own lustfully aroused state. "Let me see your pussy, dear! Mmmm, I just love that little muff of yours! Just enough hair to draw attention to it but not too much, not enough to hide the, er, vital parts! Ohhhh, God, I'd love to suck you off!"
Debbie wavered for a moment. No one had ever before accorded her such high praise, or spoken to her with such evident longing, and she felt a brief but incredibly powerful impulse to give in to the girl's wish. Having never before felt a mouth on her pussy, she was naturally attracted to the act and she felt very certain that it would prove irresistibly pleasing to her. She also felt very certain that Cathy would be able to kiss and tongue her innocent young pussy with a very high degree of skill, a conviction which made her waver even more. Finally she felt a cold chill of rejection running through her body and she knew that she would not be able to go through with the depraved act, no matter how superficially attractive it might appear at the moment.
"Oh, wow, I just couldn't!" she whispered. "I could almost do it but ... I wouldn't be able to go through with it."
"No problem," Cathy said. "Some people are wired up that way and some aren't, that's all. But I'll bet you'd like to give yourself a good ride, huh? Maybe stretch out here in front of me and get those fingers to work? How about if I were to get so you could see Pete's come running out of my pussy? Think maybe that would turn you one more? Yes, I'll bet it would!"
"Huh? Didn't he ... get it all? Debbie asked, surprised at the girl's salacious proposal. "When he was doing it to you, I mean?"
"Oh, no!" Cathy replied, grinning. "He started out pretty strong but once I warmed up and started my Grade A, Number One blow job, he couldn't do a thing but lie there and fuck that beautiful cock of his up into my mouth! No, there's lots of his jism left, dear; I can feel it inside. And my cunt is still tight enough to keep most of it inside, so I'm sure that not very much has dripped out!"
"Oh, wow, that would be ... just out of sight!" Debbie muttered. "I don't know what it would be like but ... yeah, I think I could really get off on that!"
Following Cathy's directions, she sat down on her own warm-up suit, which she had spread out on the grass in front of the girl. At first she felt a little self-conscious about displaying herself so openly to another girl. None of her other partners in masturbation had ever been quite so frank about their desire to look at her most intimate parts. But Cathy's admiring eyes quickly helped her get over that barrier. After a few moments she felt pride, rather than shame or embarrassment, and knew that another had found her sexually attractive.
Debbie received another profound shock when Cathy spread the lips of her pussy wide with her fingers and exposed the inner canal. She saw that the rim of the girl's cunt was no larger than her own, a discovery that surprised her completely. She had expected that the immense girth of Pete's cock would have stretched the tender, pink opening considerably and she admitted as much when Cathy asked about her surprised expression.
"Ohhh, that's just a silly old wives' tale!" Cathy told her, laughing gently at her lack of knowledge. "Debbie, a girl's cunt is flexible! I'll admit that I never had a guy as big as Pete, but I've had enough to have stretched it out, if it's ever going to stretch! And I swear to you that it's just as firm and tight as it was the day I got my first fuck!"
Debbie remembered hearing Pete exclaim with rapturous delight at the marvelous tightness of the girl's cunt. It was true that almost any cunt would probably seem tight to him, given the enormous circumference of his mighty cock, but he had seemed especially impressed with the closeness of the fit between his fucking implement and the moist, hot, supercharged receptacle Cathy had provided for it. Perhaps Cathy was right, she told herself, and she had to admit, if only to herself, that her own experiments in masturbation had shown that her cunt could expand to a considerable degree and then spring back to its original shape almost instantly. Cathy generously offered to let her test the truth of her words for herself but she declined, fearing that if she were to reach out and touch the girl's wet, com-smeared pussy the act might be enough to commit her to other and even more compromising acts of perversion.
Cathy made that ripe, utterly sensual slit even more arousing by her next act. Lying back and reaching between her thighs, she wormed both her index fingers into the mouth of her cunt. After penetrating herself far enough to be sure of a good trip, she gradually pried the opening apart. Debbie watched closely and felt a shudder of pure, animal-like sexuality pass over her young body. After opening her cunt, Cathy clenched her abdominal muscles and forced a huge glob of thick, mucilaginous semen from her cunt. She had positioned the other fingers of her hands directly below that lascivious opening, so that most of the rich sperm ran down into them.
"Mmmm, it feels so good coming out!" the girl groaned. "Almost as good as when he's putting it in me! Ahhh, and now for the good part!"
She cupped her hands and began working the lewd love-cream into her flesh. She rubbed her left hand over her pussy, smearing the sticky stuff over every surface of that highly charged slit, and brought her right hand up to her breasts. Debbie's heart raced madly when she saw Cathy anointing her own nipples with the cream which Pete's cock had shot into her cunt. After massaging her breasts and pussy thoroughly, she lifted her fingers to her mouth and licked them clean, an act which gave her a very high degree of lewd pleasure.
"Sometimes, if a guy doesn't really want to go down on you after he's fucked you, you can coax him along by spreading the goo over your nipples," Cathy remarked. "Strange, but that really turns a lot of guys on! And once they've got their balls hot, they'll do just about anything! Mmmmm, that feels so good, rubbing that wet spunk over them!"
Debbie had reacted violently to the sight of the girl smearing her body with Pete's come. The fact that the hot cream had so recently come from Cathy's cunt made the act all the more tantalizing, she felt, and she knew that her rapidly excited body would not be able to stand the torment for very long. She therefore stroked her pussy lightly, wanting to delay the climax for as long as possible and thereby have the chance of watching Cathy for a longer period of time. Even though she felt no desire to touch the girl's body herself, she recognized and strongly responded to Cathy's passion.
Cathy worked a finger back and forth over the swollen lips of her pussy and occasionally dipped the tip of that finger into her hot little cunt. Each time the finger emerged with another load of her cunt's rich oil, mingled with the remnants of Pete's strong ejaculation, and the lubricating quality of that sensual salve greatly facilitated her finger's passage. After working herself into a state of near delirium, she altered her tactics and began exciting herself in a different fashion, one that Debbie found even more stimulating.
The finger which had formerly worked over her pussy and into her cunt now moved down to stab at her anus, a switch that made Debbie's young heart thud madly with increased passion. She had earlier seen Cathy stroking her brother's anus and had thought that wildly erotic. Now the girl was fingerfucking her own ass and the sight had quite as much sexual aura about it. As she worked the finger into her ass-and it slipped into place easily, thanks to the lubricant with which it was coated-she brought her other hand down from her breasts to her pussy and began rubbing her clitoris with slow, deliberate motions.
Debbie had been rubbing her own hand over her clitoris lightly, moving in the circular way that gave her the maximum amount of pleasure but holding back and restraining herself from rubbing full strength. The sight of Cathy's finger working deeper into her asshole proved to be too much, however, and she threw all restraint aside.
"Ahhh, that's right!" Cathy purred, catching her shift and correctly interpreting its significance. "Fuck harder, Debbie! Fuck yourself harder and let's both come together! Do it, darling, do it and come! Let me see you come!"
"Ooooh, I can't stop!" Debbie whimpered, tightening her abdomen and clenching her thigh muscles to increase the pressure on her tortured cunt. "Ugghhh! I can't keep it any more! I've got to let it ... unnnggghhh! Ahhhhhh! Aiiieeeee!"
CHAPTER FOUR
Just before her brain dissolved into a churning mass of flaming sensitivity, Debbie realized that Cathy had also reached the same excited state. Together they squeezed and caressed their pussies, each in their own way, and coaxed the last remnants of sexual excitement from their bodies. Debbie squirmed about frantically in her effort at prolonging the sensual blast and succeeded in bringing a measure of relief to her highly aroused loins. Grunting with satisfaction, she slowly relaxed and allowed her hands to fall limply at her sides.
"Mmmm, delicious!" Cathy breathed. "Well, not as good as if a guy had been banging his prick into me, but still fine!"
"Is ... is it really so much better with a guy?" Debbie asked, curious to find out more about the act she had never experienced herself. "Or with a girl, maybe? Which is better?"
"Oh, I guess I'd have to say that I really like it best of all with guys," Cathy admitted. "That's if the guy knows what he's doing, I mean. A real slob, a weenie-butt, he wouldn't be as good as doing it with a woman who really dug it, I'd have to say that, too. But that's the nice thing about sex, you know: there isn't any of it that's bad! It's all just good and better!"
"And some is best," Debbie speculated.
"Ahhh, some is best!" Cathy agreed. "Some is very definitely best! I guess you're wondering about Pete, huh? Well, it doesn't really make a lot of sense comparing one guy to another-you'll see what I mean when you start finding out yourself about all that-but there really is a best and I'd have to say that that bout with Pete just now, that's pretty close to it!"
Debbie felt an absurd sense of pride at hearing the girl's praise of her brother. While it was nothing for which she could take any credit whatever, Cathy's assessment seemed to reflect favorably on the Koman family and that naturally appealed to Debbie.
"Ah, so that's the way it is," Cathy remarked. Debbie looked up to see the girl looking closely at her. "I was wondering about that."
"What?" Debbie asked, honestly confused. "That's the way what is?"
"I was wondering why you weren't getting any action from guys," Cathy said. "I mean, I could see all along that you were attractive enough but I'd thought that you were put off because ... oh, maybe because they were all thinking about fucking you."
"Well, that does seem to be what a lot of guys have in mind," Debbie muttered. "I mean, most of the time they just want to get you down and do it to you, that's all."
"Sure, but that's a human enough reaction," Cathy told her. "After all, they're guys and we're girls! But that isn't really the reason you never made it with any of them, is it?"
"Oh?" Debbie asked, feeling her hackles rise angrily at the way Cathy was probing her. "Then what is the reason? Have you got that figured out?"
"Sure. You're saving it for Pete! Yeah, that's right-you've got a real, first-class crush on him! Wow, that's neat!"
"Hey, that's not so! Christ, Pete's my brother! I couldn't make it with him!"
Debbie's denial sounded wholly sincere, and at that moment she was being quite honest, as Cathy quickly saw. She conveniently forgot about her earlier fantasies involving Pete and now indignantly rejected the analysis. Cathy merely smiled and said nothing more about the subject. Debbie's outburst cut off the rapport which had grown up between them and they began assembling their clothing. Neither spoke upon leaving the clearing and they jogged off in different directions. Debbie had not gone far, however, when she had to admit the truth to herself. Cathy's remarks had come a lot closer to the truth than she liked to think.
Oh, damn what would I do if he were to come to me, all naked and with that huge, lovely cock of his swollen up stiff like that? Debbie asked herself as she jogged along the winding trail through the woods. Yeah, just like it was when Cathy got it? Supposed he asked me to go down on him? Or maybe he wanted to stick it in my cunt and shoot off? Mmmmm, I just couldn't say no! He's so fucking handsome! God, I'd just die if he asked me, I know I would! Oh, wow, what if he got an idea about something like what Cathy was talking about-the two of us together working on him! God, it would tear me in two, having to sit there and watch him put that lovely prick of his up her cunt! Ugghhh! What if he wanted me to suck him after he'd fucked her? I'd die, I know I would!
Debbie tortured herself with those and similar thoughts as she trudged through the woods. She often indulged herself in sexual fantasies while covering the six to eight miles she customarily ran each day. It was a necessary part of her training and she had long ago discovered that she could cover the miles much more easily if she forced her mind to concentrate on subjects far removed from her burning lungs and aching legs. Flights of sexual fantasy had proved especially effective in achieving that state and she customarily visualized herself engaged in a wide variety of sexual acts. Surprisingly often her partner in those exercises of erotic abandon was Pete, though she seldom allowed herself to dwell on the fact that he was also her brother. Most often she saw her partner as a stranger, a mysterious individual who happened by coincidence to resemble Pete.
Debbie continued to watch her brother closely as they trained every day. Twice more, in the ensuing four days, she was certain that he interrupted his run through the woods to meet Cathy. At least she saw Cathy disappear into the trees and stay hidden for far longer than she needed to accomplish her own daily stint of cross-country running. On one occasion, she felt fairly sure, he met Janey Taylor, a lanky black girl who specialized in the mile, and on that occasion she almost weakened enough to try sneaking up to his favorite spots-which she knew very well, having spied on him before-in order to watch them fuck.
The thought of Pete's smooth, lightly tanned flesh lying against Janey's chocolate-hued body intrigued her and she was close to making a foray into the woods when her coach called her over for a lengthy talk about strategy and tactics. These talks were getting to be more common, as the time for the Olympic tryouts became shorter, and Debbie knew that she could not afford skipping any of them. When she saw Janey jog out of the woods an hour later, though, with a contented, satisfied look on her strikingly handsome face, she knew that the girl had met her brother and had been thoroughly fucked. For the rest of that morning's workout Debbie could not rid her mind of one especially exciting image: she saw, over and over, Pete's lovely, ivory-colored prick flashing in and out of Janey's dark pussy and then withdrawing at the very end to spatter a rich flood of creamy sperm over the girl's ebony-tinged flesh. The stark contrast between the off-white of Pete's come and the dark flesh especially aroused her and she barely managed to stagger into the locker room and shower.
Had the shower room not been half full of sweaty female athletes, Debbie would have masturbated under the shower merely to give herself a measure of temporary relief. She had sometimes done that but never when anyone else was in the showers with her. Some of the girls, she suspected, lacked that elemental restraint and she had observed a few who spent an inordinately long time in lathering their pussies and wiping the foam off. As it happened, she showered that day beside Janey and she writhed with impotent hunger upon seeing the girl work a bar of soap between her thighs and generate a rich flood of suds.
The shameless little bitch! she thought, unable to ignore the performance. She's washing his come out of her cunt right here in the showers! I know that's exactly what she's doing! Ohhh, damn her, damn her to hell! Yes, she's standing there and working her fingers up into it, that's got to be it! Ohhhh, I wish I could....
She dared not finish the thought. A too explicit formulation of her desires, she feared, might bring on an even stronger attack of sexual hunger and she was not at all certain that she could withstand the pangs of the fierce desire already gnawing away at her loins. She quickly finished her shower and towelled herself dry, then left the locker room and went straight home. There she locked herself into her room and spent almost an hour in caressing her hot, juicy slit, bringing herself to repeated climaxes and still not wholly satisfying the incredibly vivid emotions lurking deep inside her womb.
Exactly four weeks remained before the week of Olympic trials was to begin. The track and field athletes were competing at the University of Indiana campus and the athletes from Debbie's area who had been selected to compete arrived four days before the first trials. Debbie and Pete, therefore, had barely over three weeks in which to get themselves finely tuned for the competition and they were dedicated enough to use the time wisely. For all his lecherous ways, Pete had a very serious streak and was willing to work hard.
Their work bore its fruit during the week at Bloomington, Indiana. Debbie's event was one of the first scheduled and she acquitted herself with skill, placing third and ensuring herself of a spot on the squad that would go to Montreal, barring injury. With her competition out of the way, she was able to devote herself to the lighter aspects of the tryout week. Pete, not due to run until every late in the week, kept to himself and became exceedingly grouchy as he keyed himself to higher and higher levels of concentration.
Debbie was thus left to herself. She quickly became aware of the continued attentions of Herbert Manson, a half-miler and a very attractive youth of about twenty. All of six feet tall but weighing no more than a hundred and sixty pounds, he was extremely thin. He was also very black, a fact which caused the girl little or no concern. Since Herbie was so attractive, and since he was one of the first athletes ever to show any interest in her at all, apart from her last clocking, she became susceptible to his continued attention. Thus she readily agreed when, early one morning, he suggested that they do their cross country running together.
After jogging an easy three miles through the dense woods adjoining the University campus, Herbie suddenly halted. Debbie, who had been matching him stride for stride without effort, ran on a few paces before she realized that he had stopped. Looking back she saw him stalking away from the track and further into the woods.
"What's the matter? she called out. "Piss call!" he replied.
She modestly turned away, though his reply naturally caused her to think about him in a more specifically sexual way. While she could not find any erotic stimulation in the act of urinating, she naturally focused her imagination on his prick. She knew, of course, that blacks were not necessarily endowed with giant-sized sexual organs. She had heard enough talk about that from athletes of her own sex, some black and some white, to be able to discount that old wives' tale long ago. Nevertheless the thought of Herbie holding his prick in his hand, perhaps peeling back the foreskin to bare the tip of the urethral tract, gave her sensitive nervous system a definite charge of sexual energy. While Herbie emerged from the woods, therefore, she was already more than a little excited.
"Want to sit down and blow a while?" he asked, smiling warmly.
"Sure, why not?" she replied.
"Great. How about us looking around and finding some place out of the way, huh? Think you can take the time?"
"I've got all day and more," Debbie told him.
They exchanged a look that spoke volumes. Debbie now knew that she had been asked to do more than "sit down and blow a while," and she understood that her agreement committed her to that course of action. That understanding prompted her to move closer to Herbie and take his proffered hand as they moved away from the trail. Within a few minutes they had found a suitable spot, one that was almost completely ringed with bushes and which would conceal them from the eyes of any casual passerby. After surveying the area and finding it satisfactory, they turned to each other and he opened his arms to embrace her. Their lips met, hot and tingling with excitement, and Debbie leaned harder against him. She felt his prick stirring inside his jock strap, growing and stiffening against her lower belly. Herbie pressed against her and increased her awareness of that stiff, hot tool growing inside his warm-up suit.
Under most circumstances Debbie would never have permitted herself to be pulled so far into a course of action she did not really want to pursue. She knew, deep inside her heart, that she did not want to give up her virginity, though she found Herbie enormously attractive. There still existed the faint, almost unrecognized hope that Pete would someday find her attractive enough to be worth his consideration. At that moment, however, that seemingly groundless hope was being overwhelmed by a flood of genuine sexual desire. Herbie's lithe, strong body worked strongly against hers and the growing hardness of his cock against her belly set off powerful wellsprings of sexual desire.
Accordingly, Debbie did not resist when he made his advances. Rather, she warmly responded and felt her thighs growing more and more alive with tingling desire. She pressed her lips firmly against his and opened them to tease his mouth with her hot, sensually throbbing tongue. Gradually they lowered themselves onto the ground and within a few moments she had clasped one of his long, muscular thighs between her own and was rubbing her aching pussy against his leg with genuine sensuality. He reached around her to clasp her upper buttock in his hand, squeezing the tight muscle hard and adding to her arousal in no little degree. She pressed her small but exquisitely formed breasts against his hard chest with desperate hunger.
When she pulled away from him slightly his hand came down to cup her tingling lovemound firmly. She writhed against his pressing fingers with renewed vigor and threw her head back in a paroxysm of anguish. A pillar of flame had seemingly pierced her cunt, eating away at her entire mid section and threatening to consume her instantly. Herbie's skilled fingers fanned that flame ever higher and made her even more intent upon finding relief from the terrible hunger that ripped and tore through her loins.
Debbie gripped him even more powerfully with her quivering thighs and continued rubbing her pussy against his waiting hand. Herbie had already proved himself to be far more skilled than any other lover she had ever known and her body was responding to his caresses with a totality that surprised even her. He made as if to pull his hand from between her thighs for a moment but she thwarted that by reaching down to wrap her fingers around his wrist and hold his hand firmly in place against her throbbing flesh.
"Now! Don't stop doing that!" she panted, tearing her lips away from him for a moment. "Mmmmm, just like that!"
Herbie recognized that the terribly excited girl was about to come and he decided to continue along that path. He therefore allowed his hand to remain between her thighs and he continued pressing his fingers lightly against her pussy. He could feel the livid, wet warmth of the slit through her shorts and warm-up pants. Debbie fucked herself against his hand with increasing vigor. Low, animal-like groans escaped from her lips as she thrust and ground against him in fine style:
Even though a double thickness of cloth lay between his hand and her pussy, she felt his presence keenly. Strong waves of pre-orgasmic pleasure rippled through her loins, giving her a preview of the joys yet untasted, and she worked herself against him faster and harder than ever. Again and again she thrust her pussy down against his hand, coordinating her hips' movements with powerful contractions of her thighs, and then she felt a fiery mushroom of pure sexual joy welling out of the depths of her womb.
"Unnnnggghhhh!" she moaned as she slammed her pussy down against his hand with relentless energy. "Aggghhhhh! Ooooohh! Uhhhhhh!"
Herbie had enough sense to know that he must continue exactly what he had been doing if he was to deal out the maximum amount of sexual pleasure to the surprisingly passionate girl in his arms. He did not object to that, since he had always found the female orgasm to be a source of deep and thorough pleasure for himself as well. He therefore continued massaging her hot little pussy. As her climax mounted in intensity, he felt more of the hot wetness seeping through the material separating his finger from her pussy. That animated display of sexual abandon convinced him that he had chosen right in selecting Debbie as his next conquest.
He did not remove his hand from between her thighs until she had thrashed about to the very end. Only when she gave a final gasping moan of completion and had relaxed in his arms, falling slightly away from him, did he bring his hand away from her pussy. In the throes of orgasmic exertion, the top of Debbie's warm-up suit had ridden far up her torso, leaving her belly bare. He began rubbing his fingertips lightly over her smooth belly and within a very short time she felt new sources of sexual hunger beginning to assert themselves deep in her womb.
"Mmmm, that was just so out of sight I still can't believe it!" she whispered. "It just went on and on and on!"
"That's good," he murmured into her ear, interspersing his words with quick, darting jabs of his tongue that sent additional shivers of pure sexual lust flickering through her body. "Yeah, that's real good! Because it shows that there are lots better times ahead for you, girl!"
His words brought a measure of reality back to her. Debbie now saw that she had gone beyond the point of no return, that she had irrevocably committed herself-to him and that she could not back out. Since the sharp, cutting edge of her sexual hunger had been dulled, she now felt a slight regret at her decision. She was sorry now that she had not shown more perseverance and held onto her virginity a while longer. Pete might still find her attractive enough to be worth having. But she saw now that she could not just walk away and leave Herbie there.
As it happened, he solved her dilemma for her. After idly stroking her flat, hard belly for a few minutes-and in the process fanning the embers between her thighs into another inferno of lusty arousal-he slipped his hand into the front of her warm-up pants. She lifted herself slightly to accommodate his questing hand and she felt a shudder of pure, fleshly anticipation run over her body as his fingers came closer to her naked pussy. He wormed his hand down between her belly and her shorts and gradually brought his middle finger into the hot, jellied slit at the base of her tummy. She gasped aloud as his finger gently entered the lustfully aroused canal and slipped inward. The sensations this now provided were so much more intense than when she had done it to herself that she could not believe it.
"Hey, what the tell!" he muttered after a moment. He lifted himself up slightly and looked at her with surprise. "By God, is that a cherry? It sure as hell is! Holy shit, girl, I didn't know you was cherry!"
CHAPTER FIVE
Debbie was quite taken aback at Herbie's marked reaction to his discovery. She fumbled around for something to say but did not know what would he appropriate, given the circumstances. He continued to mouth expressions of surprise and pulled his hand from between her thighs.
"Damn, I sure never figure you for a virgin," he said. "The way you were coming on, I thought sure you'd made it lost of times!"
"Well, I ... gee, I mean, every girl's got to have a first time, doesn't she?" Debbie countered. "I ... I can't help it, if nobody's ever wanted to do it to me before, can I?"
"Shit, I can't believe that," Herbie told her. "A good looking girl like you, I'll bet there've been dozens of guys who were all lathered up over getting into your pants! C'mon, Debbie, come clean with me. Who are you saving it for? Somebody special back home, right?"
"Wel-l-l-l-l," she said, flushing brightly, "there is this one guy, but ... oh, hell, he doesn't even know I'm in the same world with him! He's not ever going to want me, I know he isn't! And you're awfully nice, really you are! So I just figured, if somebody's got to be first and he doesn't want me, then ... well, I don't know of anybody I like more!"
"Hey, that's real nice of you," Herbie said, "and I appreciate it. But let's face it, Debbie. There's just not a way in the world that I'm going to pop that sweet little cherry of yours! Not as long as there's a chance that guy back home might wake up to what's going on and do it for you!"
"B-bb-but, I want you to!" she cried, looking very disconsolate.
"Do you? Are you really sure of that?"
Debbie did him the consideration of pausing for a moment while she thought hard about his question and what her answer should be. Her inner lack of conviction must have registered on her face-she had never been very good at concealing her deepest emotions-and he grinned triumphantly.
"See? What'd I tell you?" he said. "You look deep down inside and it's just not so, is it? Somewhere, deep down inside, you're still hoping that guy's going to come around, right?"
"I guess you're right," she admitted. "But damn it, it isn't fair, Herbie! I mean, you did it to me so nice and all! Mmmm, was that ever a good come! Hey, I know. I could give you a hand job! Or ... or I could go down on you. I'd really like to try that!"
"You given guys hand jobs before?" he asked. "You sure? And given head too? You really like to suck cock?"
"Well, I never really went down on a guy," she confessed, "so I can't say for sure, but I think I'd like it! And I have jacked guys off before, that's no lie! Yeah, I really like to feel a guy going off in my hand! And I believe I'd like it even better if you had it in my mouth when you started to cream! C'mon, Herbie, let me do it to you, huh? I promise I'll try really hard to do it just the way you want! I'll drink every drop of your come and I'll suck you till your balls are ready to drop off!"
The vehemence with which she stated her desires was enough to overwhelm any objections he might have had. Indeed, if she had been able to hear herself and to listen with any objectivity she would have been startled at her own intensity. Herbie, already powerfully aroused by the violence of the climax he had engendered in her youthful loins, felt his resistance wilting rapidly and he quickly agreed to let her do as she would. She felt all the more intent upon serving him in that fashion because of his willingness to allow her to preserve the tissue of her virginity, a measure of forbearance she would never have expected to find in anyone.
"Okay, we'll get it on some other way," he agreed. "But first let's get comfortable, huh? How about stripping down so we can rub bare skin against each other, how's that sound to you?"
"Mmmm, that sounds just wonderful!"
Debbie leaped to her feet and quickly peeled off her warm-up suit and running shoes. She slipped out of the tee shirt and, after a tentative peek at him had assured her that he was not disappointed in the relative smallness of her breasts, found it much easier to display her naked torso to him. In fact, she found, she derived a definite and very marked kind of sexual arousal from showing off her nude flesh. That arousal facilitated her hands as she peeled down the shorts covering her loins. She cast them aside to stand before him, proud and much more assured than she would ever have believed.
"Man, are you ever something!" he breathed, admiring her with his eyes. "Yeah, you're just built like nobody's business."
"I ... I always thought maybe my boobs ought to be bigger," she muttered, looking away from him for a moment. "And ... and I've always wished I had more hair on my ... down here, you know!"
"Hey, that's not so!" he assured her. "I think your boobs are just great the way they are! Man, the way those nipples stick out, they just make my balls turn to solid gravy! And I never liked a girl with a really hairy muff, myself. The way yours is, there's just enough hair to make it look ... well, grownup but not so much that it hides the meat of your pussy. Yeah, it's a real turnon, just the way it is! It looks even better than I'd imagined it would!"
His praise, which seemed utterly sincere, went a long way toward convincing the girl that she was attractive and exciting and thus emboldened her to carry through with the course of action to which she had verbally committed herself. Debbie thus found it much easier to show off her body to him, knowing that he found her attractive and exciting. She therefore turned to face him frontally and spread her legs slightly, wanting him to have the best view possible of her flaming, exquisitely aroused pussy and breasts.
"What about you?" she asked, looking down at him and smiling. "Don't I get to see anything? I might get turned on by looking at you too, you know!"
In truth, she hungered to see his prick. She had already felt its brutal hardness pressing against her belly. She suspected that it would be a large one, the kind most calculated to drive her tortured senses into further ecstasies of lusty delight. He grinned and rose to his feet. Moments later he slipped out of his jock strap, the last article of clothing to" be cast aside, and she saw that she had guessed right. His prick was even larger than she had expected and was, in fact, both longer and thicker than Pete's mighty tool.
"My God, maybe it's a good thing you backed out!" she whispered, awestruck by the tool's monumental dimensions. "I'd never be able to get that huge thing in me! Ohhh, it looks beautiful, Herbie! But isn't it dangerous? I mean, you could kill a girl with that, I'd think!"
"No way!" he told her. "It would work, even with you. Sure, you're tight and it'd all be new to you, but you'd be able to take it, every inch of it! But you don't have to worry about that anyway, so it's no sweat!"
Debbie felt another reason to be grateful for his forbearance in sparing her virginity. She naturally remembered the exchange she had overheard between Pete and Cathy, when they had met in the clearing back home, and she felt almost as though she were duplicating Cathy's part. The girl's fears now became perfectly clear and real to her and she felt a twinge of sympathy for what Cathy must have felt when she first saw Pete's magnificent fucking tool.
Herbie's cock looked positively endless, though it would in fact have measured only a fraction under nine inches in length. The diameter of the big rod impressed her quite as much as the length and she guessed that she would find it nearly impossible to wrap her fingers completely around it. The tool had the same dark, coppery-brown color as Herbie's skin. The foreskin, tightly stretched by the malevolently swollen head it enclosed, tapered down to a neat, puckered tip and she felt herself growing anxious to peel back that covering so as to expose the head completely. His balls, each at least the size of a large egg, swung low in their dark sack and gave his genitals an even more imposing appearance.
"What about me eating you?" he suggested. "Think you'd like that? Or maybe you never had it that way, huh? Anybody ever get in between your legs and eat your cunt out proper? I'm a first-class muff diver, Debbie. You just say the word and I'll get right in there and eat that hot little pussy of yours till you can't even walk!"
Debbie felt another powerful tremor of sexual anticipation course through her loins upon hearing that straightforward proposal. She admitted the truth of his suggestion, that no one had ever before kissed or tongued her pussy, but her manner made it absolutely clear that she looked forward to experiencing the act. She was not sure how they could manage to fit themselves together in a way that would enable him to devour her hot, tingling slit and work his tongue into the tense rim of her cunt while she was working her own mouth over the head and shaft of his stallion-like cock but she supposed that he would be able to suggest a way of accomplishing the feat.
Herbie began spreading their warm-up suits on the grassy plot and she helped. Once they had prepared a resting place for their bodies, he lay back and motioned her down beside him. He took her hand in his and guided it down to his cock. Once she divined his intention she did not shrink from reaching out to touch that lovely specimen of swollen, lust-stiffened manhood. Her fingers closed around the rigid shaft with genuine pleasure. A spasm of lusty delight coursed up her arm and then throughout her body at the contact. His meat was hot and live with sexual energy, she found.
"Look, maybe we'd better take out a little time here and make sure you know all there is to know about handling cocks," he suggested after her first touch had brought a grimace of unease to his face. "Did anybody ever take time to show you what was good and what wasn't? Or where the sensitive spots are? Ah, I didn't think so! Okay, girl, pay attention and I'll tell you a little about it."
Marveling at his patience and kindness, Debbie listened closely as he showed her the big tool in her hand. For the first time she learned the names of the specific parts and found, that unlike her own sexual organ, every part was not equally sensitive. She could hardly believe, for example, that the shaft itself, by far the largest and longest part of his cock, had almost no feeling at all, but Herbie convinced her by urging her to squeeze it between her fingers as hard as she could. Debbie grasped the iron-hard tool gingerly at first, but when Herbie laughed at her and told her to bear down, she applied more pressure. She learned that no matter how hard she squeezed down on the shaft of his cock-and she had a very powerful hand, she believed-she could not bring even the slightest grimace of discomfort to his face.
"Wow, I can't believe it!" she said. "And you didn't feel a thing?"
"Oh, I felt it," he said, "but it sure didn't hurt or anything like that. But this part up here, up where the shaft joins into the head, that part's really sensitive. If you want to bring a guy off in a hurry, just try working that part good-you'll have his balls shooting come in a pretty short time!"
Debbie continued her explorations in penile sensitivity under his direction and quickly developed far more expertise in handling the male sexual organ. Herbie proved to be a patient, considerate teacher and she committed all his words of advice to her memory. In particular she paid attention to the especially sensitive areas of his cock, the ones which she intended stimulating with her tongue when she got the big, stiff tool into her mouth.
"Can ... can we really do it to each other at the same time?" she asked after he had completed his short course of instruction. "I mean, with our mouths? I think that would be really nice, if we could suck each other at the same time!"
"Sure we can," he assured her. "That's what they call sixty-nine, Debbie, and it's a fine, fine way to get off. I'll show you a good way to do it but you've got to promise me one thing: when you start to come, you've got to be sure that you don't get all cranked up and bite down on my dick! Yeah, you laugh at the idea, but believe me, I've been sixty-nining girls sometimes and I thought they were going to chew my meat up before I could get loose!"
"I'll be careful," she promised. "Mmmm, I certainly wouldn't want anything to happen to that lovely, beautiful, magnificent prick of yours!"
Herbie rolled over onto his back and lay flat. He instructed Debbie to mount him, straddling his head with her knees. As she did so, she saw at once how it would be possible for them to suck each other at the same time and she felt her pussy growing warmer and wetter with every beat of her heart. Herbie's prick looked especially appealing as it lay across his belly, stiff and hard and hot with sexual exultation. As she lowered her loins into position just above his face, she realized that no one had ever before had so close and intimate a look at her pussy. He sensed her uncertainty at displaying that especially intimate part of her body and he took steps to reassure her.
"Yeah, that's a great looking pussy!" he muttered. "Those outer lips are all dark and puffed up so nice! Mmmm, they really set off the inner lips-makes a real nice sight! And when you spread your legs out wide like that, it pulls the lips apart so I can look right into the heart of your snatch! Talk about something looking good! Girl, I can't wait to get my tongue up that sweet little cunt of yours! If s so wet and juicy looking! And smell? Wow, it smells just like a pot of honey!"
Debbie felt immeasurably better once she found that he did not find the sight of her naked, rawly inflamed pussy repellent. His praise of her scent, which she knew from her own experience would be marked and strong, likewise put her more at ease. For several years she had been mortally ashamed of her pussy's ability to generate profuse floods of that clear, slippery oil and she had at times wondered if something might not be drastically wrong with her body. After learning that her cunt's strong reaction to sexual stimulation was quite natural, she had begun accepting the strong flow of musk-scented lubricant but she had never felt entirely sure that a male might not find it offensive. Herbie's praise wiped away any inner fears she might have had about her body's peculiarities and strengthened her intention of continuing on her present course.
Any halfway objective observer would have agreed with his assessment of the lush, ripe slit being offered him. Obscured by nothing more than a very light growth of golden-tan fuzz, Debbie's pussy almost glowed with sensual warmth. The outer lips had flushed dark with her body's excitement and provided an effective frame for the delicately sculpted inner lips, the tips of which barely protruded from the fat outer fold. As her thighs flexed and spread wider, the outer lips fell apart and the inner lips came into more prominent view. A delicate shade of pink and already moist with her cunt's exuberant outpouring of honeyed musk, they beckoned invitingly.
Herbie brought his hands up and gently forced the slit wider. He lifted his head and brought his mouth up to that delicately scented offering. His tongue darted out and flicked over the lips, lightly caressing them and sliding over them from rear to front. As his tongue grazed her swollen, love-stiffened clitoris, she felt an incredible surge of sexual energy flowing outward from that fiercely charged nub of super-sensitive flesh. A groan of pure sexual frenzy escaped from her lips. Shuddering heavily, she lowered herself further and brought her lathered pussy down more firmly against his mouth.
"God, I can't believe anything could be so good!" she groaned. "Mmmm, it's like every good thing in the world was happening to me all at once!"
Herbie refrained from answering, since his mouth and tongue were already sufficiently busy. He probed gently between the lips of her pussy, teasing the taut mouth of her cunt with the very tip of his tongue, and then pulled back. Experienced enough to know that the girl would react more strongly if she were brought slowly to a peak of quivering arousal, he proceeded with the utmost caution and regard for the state of her sexual arousal.
He need hardly have bothered. Once she had felt that first tingling, fantastically exciting touch of his tongue against her naked pussy, Debbie's sexual feeling zoomed upward in a tight, screeching spiral of accelerating intensity. That first touch of his lips to her pussy electrified her and brought her body to a throbbing, shuddering pitch of feeling that easily surpassed anything she had ever known before.
Debbie had intended sucking his prick as he kissed and tongued her hot slit but the first touch had seemingly paralyzed her. She stared down at the rigid cock with unseeing eyes but could not force herself to move toward it. Again and again his tongue flitted back and forth over her pussy, traversing that incredibly sensitized area between the rear of her cunt's rim and her clitoris, always with the same result. Each touch intensified the spasms of lusty delight flashing through her loins and brought her nearer the bursting point. Finally, entirely unaware of what she was doing, the thrust her hips down hard against his mouth and swayed from side to side. Herbie recognized that the moment had arrived. He complied with her unstated demand, thrusting his tongue deep into her tingling cunt.
"Annnnggghhhh-owwwww!" the girl wailed as she felt his tongue slithering into her cunt and releasing the flood of pentup emotion gathered there. "Omigod, I'm coming! You're sucking the come out of my cunt! Oooooh, eat me, Herbie, eat my cunt! Oooooh, fuck me with your tongue! Aggggh! Aaaaiiieeeeee!"
CHAPTER SIX
Debbie's hips had locked into place when the first jarring, thundering convulsion of orgiastic release ripped from the hot depths of her cunt. She tried to make herself generate additional movement, knowing that she could make the climax even more telling by continuing to rock to and fro against Herbie's artfully stimulating mouth, but her body had been paralyzed by the onslaught of the fiercely passionate outburst.
He continued running his tongue far into the inner reaches of her spasmodically twitching cunt and almost managed to caress her hymen. Each time he withdrew his tongue, he swirled it around the rim of that awesomely stimulated orifice and flicked it down to glide over her throbbing clitoris, a change in pace that made her climax stronger than ever. At the very height of her storm of sexual frenzy, he withdrew his tongue entirely and aimed it upward, bringing it to bear upon the tortured surface of her anus. He probed that ecstatically charged opening gently, rimming her with exquisite tenderness, and then he resumed his tongue-fucking. Debbie clearly felt the contact between her asshole and his tongue. A sharply different sexual feeling, one that was every bit as exciting, flowed through her lips and loins at the delicious stimulation and she almost cried out for him to continue. The entry of his tongue into her cunt sparked another flurry of sensual glory and choked off her incipient plea.
Debbie's climax lasted far longer than any she had ever known before and, being far more intense, drained her of her strength for a few moments. After the last pang of delicious, agonizing joy had coursed through her loins she toppled forward and rested her cheek against his flat, hard belly, unable to move. Her mind reeled through a drunken haze as she gradually came back to earth; it was a minute or two before she could think clearly. The first coherent thought that came to her was a chilling one: she assumed that she had failed him, that she had not carried out her part of the bargain.
"Hey, don't sweat it!" he assured her when she tried to apologize for not taking his prick into her mouth. "You are getting off too good to bother, I could see that! And besides, there's lots of time yet, so you don't have to worry."
"B-bbut I was coming so good!" she protested. "And I wasn't doing a thing for you! It's not fair to you!"
"Look, it doesn't work that way," he told her.
"Feeling you get off so good and all, that's got to be one of the sexiest things ever. It did help me, see, because it made my balls hotter than ever! Yeah, it just added a little more come to what I've got stored up already, so I'll get off better than ever!"
"God, you're so nice to me!" she exclaimed. "Oh, I just hope I can do a halfway decent job on you, Herbie. I want to make you come so much! I'm going to give you the best blow job in the world, I swear I am!"
"You will," he said, "you will. Just remember what I told you about where the tenderest parts are and take it from there. You'll get me off fine, don't you worry your pretty little head about that!"
His confidence proved infectious enough to give her considerably more assurance about what she was doing. She had already lifted herself off his belly and was now contemplating his long, stiff prick with wondering eyes. The mere sight of that massive shaft brought a tremor of sexual hunger to her body, a yearning so intense as almost to nauseate her, and after a moment she could not resist the insidiously powerful temptation.
Debbie took his cock in both her hands. The foreskin had slipped back over the massive, arrow-like head, covering it completely, and she began peeling it back with a slow, gentle pressure of her fingers. As the dark, sensually flushed knob slowly came into view she felt her pussy's lips throbbing harder, just as though they were pleading for the opportunity of enclosing that fleshy knob. She tried to ignore her body's yearnings, however, and concentrated instead on the task before her. When she had completely exposed the head of his prick and had the loose skin stretched back tightly along the rigid shaft of the tool, she felt even stronger yearnings. Bending down, she touched her lips to the naked, flaring head and then licked it lightly.
Herbie's prick throbbed mightily in her hands, testifying to the life and vitality it had, and its touch sent electrifying shocks of sexual desire shooting through her entire nervous system. Her lips burned with eagerness at the exciting contact and she kissed more of the hot, throbbing rod, touching her mouth to it up and down the thick shaft. When she pulled back to look at it again, her attention was caught by a single drop of glistening fluid that rested in the deep cleft of the tool's tip. She squeezed the spongy head and saw the droplet being forced to the surface. Its power proved irresistible and she stretched out her tongue to taste it.
The salty, utterly sexual taste of the clear fluid acted on her mind and body with lightning rapidity, enormously intensifying her sexual desires and lending new strength to her determination. She opened her mouth wide and engulfed the head of Herbie's cock, sliding it between her lips with a desperate gesture of hungry, lusty eagerness. Her tongue curled over the big tip and caressed it firmly, then slipped down to stimulate the deep groove separating the broad head from the shaft. The first exciting contact between her wet, hot mouth and the head of his cock brought a deep groan of delight from Herbie's throat. He flexed his hips slightly and pressed the head of his cock more firmly into the girl's mouth, a gesture that further inflamed her with lusty hungers.
God, it's like he was fucking my mouth! Debbie thought to herself. Ohhhhhh, what a sexy idea, being fucked in the mouth! Yeah, if he won't put it up my cunt, then he can fuck me in the mouth! It ought to be almost the same thing, right? And oh, wow, is it ever sexy, feeling that big thing slide around in my mouth! It feels so good against my tongue!
After giving the head of his cock a thorough sucking, she lifted her mouth away and ran her lips down the underside of the thick shaft. Her lips naturally found their way down to his balls and his first energetic grunt of excitement told her that she had guessed right: his balls would be especially susceptible to her lips' magic and she lavished hot, wet kisses on them without restraint. Sucking each large egg into her mouth gave her a fantastic feeling of sexual accomplishment, especially when she reminded herself that she had within her mouth the very source of his manhood, the found of the hot, sticky cream she wanted to extract from him. Her fingers played over the base of his prick and excited every area lovingly, though she did not think to reach down and caress his all-too-willing asshole.
"Yeah, you're doing just right!" he muttered in a lust-coarsened voice that was almost a wheezing rasp. "Oh, yeah, girl, just get it on and suck! I never felt it any better than that, not ever! Mmmmm, you're eating my cock to death! God, the way you're going, you'll get a gallon of come out of my balls! I'll shoot come all over your face. I'll drown you in spunk!"
His animated display of approval was all she needed to spark an even more abandoned display of oral lovemaking from the utterly willing girl. She wanted desperately to please him, to serve him in as extravagant a fashion as he had served her. She threw aside every notion of propriety, caution and restraint in her effort at bringing him to a climax. Her mouth again closed over the head of his cock and clamped the tender flesh in a grip of unsurpassed tightness. Herbie again touched his lips to her pussy but, finding that she had moved too far down his body for the tactic to be wholly effective, asked her to move back and bring her heated, aching slit closer to his mouth.
Debbie did so and, quite by accident provided for an especially exciting finish to the act. She thrust her pussy against his face hard and, due to the disparity in their weights, had to arch her head back in order to get his prick between her lips. This posture brought her mouth and throat into an almost straight line, making it possible for the head of his cock to penetrate her throat. Earlier, when she had been so fiercely excited, her throat would not have relaxed enough to admit his big prick. Now, thanks to the bounteous orgasm he had sucked from her cunt, she was much more at ease.
Thus she accidentally happened upon the art of "deep throating." When he again thrust into her mouth, slamming his prick into place with an easy lift of his hips, his prick easily slid back into her mouth and then down her throat. Herbie recognized at once what had happened and the knowledge fired his balls with a new frenzy of sexual intensity. Grunting out loudly and jabbing his hot, stiff tongue into her cunt with growing abandon, he began fucking her mouth faster and harder than ever.
Debbie felt an incredibly real sense of sexual accomplishment when she sensed that Herbie's cock was penetrating her throat. She would not have believed that such an act could be possible, much less that she could bring it off, but she could feel the thick head sliding far into her mouth. His animated thrust brought the base of his prick snug against her lips and for a moment she entertained the erotically maddening fantasy of taking his balls into her mouth as well. Even had those eggs been far smaller they would not have found room, thanks to the inordinate girth of his cock, and she was thus barred from trying to implement that stirring notion. She could, however, employ her hands and fingers on his balls and that she did, stroking and fondling them in the most extravagantly sensual manner.
Herbie grunted even louder and continued thrusting back and forth in her hot mouth. At the same time he crushed his lips against her pussy and gave his tongue absolute freedom to slide up into her cunt, bringing her a flood of sexual stimulation and thereby exciting her mouth and tongue all the more. Debbie fucked herself against his mouth unconsciously and lavished all her attention on that monumentally swollen prong working back and forth in her mouth. Her fingers teased his balls unmercifully and added to her mouth's exciting effect. As the speed of his thrusts increased and the pulsations in his prick became more pronounced, signaling the imminence of his release, she pulled her face back in order to bring the full force of her tongue and mouth to play on the head of his cock.
Herbie lifted his ass off the rumpled warm-up suits and shuddered powerfully. She had the head of his cock firmly clamped between her tongue and the roof of her mouth, allowing her to exert enormous and telling friction against the throbbing tip by merely rotating her head about in a slow, grinding manner. Again and again he quivered mightily, almost shoving his cock through the roof of her mouth, and then she felt a much more powerful throb of absolute sexual ecstasy pulse though the length of his prick. His balls clenched, flexed and then contracted again in her fingers. Then the thick, prominent vein running up the underside of his prick pulsed with awesome power.
"Auuuurrrgghhhhh! Agggghhhhhhhh!" he screamed, writhing about as though he were being tortured to death. "Ohhhhh, get it on! Get it on and suck! Oh, yeah, Debbie, suck the come right outta my nuts! Oooooh, do it now, baby, do it now and suck my cock dry!"
Even though his prick's head was solidly planted against the roof of her mouth, Debbie felt that first incredibly violent spurt of hot, thick come rocked against her palate. The flooding, salty warmth of his spunk overwhelmed her senses with sexual stimulation of every variety, sparking a powerful reaction deep in her hot, aching cunt, Herbie's tongue had probed deeper than ever and her youthful, muscular flesh clamped down on his tongue with vigor as her cunt exploded with lusty delight. She had not anticipated the fullness of the flooding sperm. His long period of excitement, together with his superb physical condition, ensured that his balls were packed with semen. For a moment she was in danger of being overcome by the profuseness of his response.
Debbie quickly mastered that difficulty and began swallowing frantically. The almost pungent and highly distinctive flavor of his come infected her entire body with lusty desires and further added to her delight. As his cock convulsed and reverberated with sensual rhythms, Herbie naturally lavished extra attention on the girl's juicy slit and his tongue spurred her onward. The spurting jets of hot cream fired the innermost wellsprings of sexual emotion in her body and turned her cunt into fiery, throbbing jelly. Once her womb had begun swelling and contracting with the deeply satisfying convulsions of orgiastic release, she began sucking harder than ever and lavished her final caresses upon the swollen, spurting head of his prick just as it erupted for the last time. Debbie continued sucking and mouthing his cock long after the last jet of hot spunk had gushed into her lips. The feel of the big, manly tool gave her a remarkably intense pleasure, even though it now lay dormant against her tongue, and she continued to find it erotically pleasing in the extreme. Finally Herbie could stand no more of that fiercely sensual torment.
"Ohhhh, God, stop it!" he panted, reaching down to push her face away from his cock. "Mmmmm, you're killing me! I can't take any more of it!"
Debbie rolled off him and curled up at his side.
Her own body felt utterly drained of strength and life and she was quite content to rest there with her cheek on his thigh. Their youthful resilience soon asserted itself, however, and before long they were sitting up and exchanging triumphant glances. He assured her over and over that she had sucked him with a skill far beyond anything he had expected, praise that warmed her heart tremendously.
"Yeah, I've had women go down on me before," he said, shaking his head in wonder, "and some of them really knew what they were doing, but I never had one eat me any better than that! Wow, it was like you were sucking my balls right up through my cock!"
"You just can't know how glad I am to hear that," she replied. "I so wanted to do it good! Mmmmm, I loved every second of it! And there at the end, when your cock was shooting all that cream into my mouth, that was ... oh, I don't even know how to describe how wonderful it was! But it sure went beyond anything I ever thought about, that's for certain!"
For a moment she considered voicing her innermost wish, that his cock had been in her cunt instead of in her mouth. She avoided bringing up that touchy subject, mainly because she feared that she would be able to refuse him if he showed the least interest in fucking her. Having his prick in her mouth as it turned into a throbbing fountain of lusty delight had given her a much clearer idea of what it would be like to have a prick lodged deep in her cunt at that critical point. Now she looked forward to that delicious treat with even more longing. She still hoped, though, that Pet's would be the first cock to penetrate the lips of her pussy and she said nothing about her desires.
Herbie likewise avoided the subject, not that he found it easy to do so. He wanted her more than ever and only his good manners kept him from proposing that they finish their lovemaking in the orthodox fashion. Even though she had sucked him with a devilish skill, he would have gladly leaped between her thighs and planted his prick in her cunt, given the slightest hint of readiness on her part. Each of them suspected what the other was thinking and this drew a sort of curtain between them. After another moment or two, acting together as if by silent agreement, they stood up and began dressing once more.
They completed their run in silence, Debbie jogging at his side and matching him step for step. As they circled out of the woods and jogged back onto the broad, grassy area where the athletes were warming up, she noticed Pete watching her. She started to jog over to him but he turned away and began doing calisthenics, so she followed Herbie a few steps further.
"Man, it was nice," she told him. "This is a morning I'll remember for as long as I'm alive, you can bet on that!"
"Me too," he said. "How about tomorrow? Want to try it again? I, uh, I'd really like to go down on you again! And to feel you sucking me off again, too!"
"Right now it sounds beautiful," she said. "But I'm not sure what the coach might have in mind for tomorrow, so let's let it wait till then, okay?"
Herbie agreed with that sensible proposal and trotted off to finish his own training routine. Debbie spent the rest of the morning in jogging and visiting with other athletes. She enjoyed the lack of pressure, now that she had assured herself of a trip to Montreal, but she was beginning to feel some apprehension about Pete's chances. Although he was a fine runner and in top condition, his opposition was very strong and he would have to be very good indeed to make the team, she believed. His tryout was to be held on Saturday, two days away, and as the time drew nearer he became more and more difficult to get along with. She understood that and made every allowance for him. Nevertheless she looked forward to her morning runs with Herbie and, since her coach had nothing special for her to do, she did not feel that she was breaking training in enjoying herself with him. On the next day she again sucked his prick and shuddered her way through several spine-tingling climaxes, some of them delivered into his skillful hand and others into his greedy mouth.
"You know, I'm glad, in a way, that you're going to be running Saturday," she told him on Thursday, when he said that they would not be able to stop for sexual pleasure on the next day. "This could get to be habit forming!"
"You and me both!" he agreed. "I wish I felt strong enough to get it on with you tomorrow, Debbie, but this damned tryout's really got me psyched. I've got a feeling that I'm going to be lucky just to make the team as an alternate!"
"Never!" she vowed, leaning over him and fondling his stiff, throbbing cock with loving fingers. "You've got to get to Montreal, so we can keep on doing all these good things! Yes, I'm really looking forward to getting a lot more of this wonderful prick!"
"Well, we'll know more about that after Saturday afternoon," he said. "For right now, how about just doing what you like to do?"
"I'm dying to," she whispered, and with that she leaned over him and took his prick into her mouth. "Mmmmmmm!"
CHAPTER SEVEN
Herbie's dedication to his training paid off. He did not run as well as possible in his trials but he ran well enough to get himself a slot on the team, a fact that brought a great deal of happiness to Debbie. That was overshadowed however, by Pete's strong work that morning. He placed second in the crosscountry run, which was being used to determine the marathon team, and thus earned himself a slot on the Olympic team. He and Debbie were surrounded by sports writers, all thrilled at the prospect of writing about "the Roman Comets," and were besieged by questions, most of them utterly senseless.
There was considerably less fuss after Herbie had acquitted himself so well, of course, but Debbie gave him as warm a congratulation as she dared, considering the press of people around them. Later, after the hubbub had died down, Herbie gave her the bad news.
"Coach says we're pulling out tonight," he told her. "Some kind of deal to get us down to Philadelphia for a benefit show. I'm sorry, Debbie, but there's not a way in the world to get out of it."
She accepted the disappointment stoically, though she bitterly regretted the fact that she would not be able to jog through the woods and detour by way of their isolated clearing. She wanted to feel his big cock spearing into her mouth at least once more before they split up for the eight week interval ahead of them. Debbie had already become fiercely addicted to the superbly sensual feel of his cock in her mouth and had grown to love above all else that fantastic moment when his balls began pumping out the violent spurts of hot, lust-reeking jism.
"Well, coaches know best," she said, smiling grimly, "and even if they don't, they're still the boss! I guess we'll have to wait till Montreal!"
She promised that she would be looking forward to seeing him then and they parted. Her own group, which included a couple of shot putters and a discuss thrower, were to fly back the next night, since the heavyweight field events were being held the next day. She ate dinner with Pete that night but they had little to say to each other. She was disconsolate over Herbie's departure and he was suffering from an emotion letdown after his fine run of the morning. There was something else bothering him. She could tell that from the strange looks he directed her way from time to time. It was almost, she thought to herself, as though she had developed some strange new facial characteristic overnight and he was trying to recognize her again. When she asked if anything was wrong he assured her that such was not the case and became more reclusive than ever. Debbie finally gave up in despair and spent the rest of the evening with a couple of girlfriends, both of whom were in much better spirits. Pete's strange attitude persisted the next day, as they trained lightly and then watched their friends who were trying out. Debbie made sure that she did not sit by Pete on the flight back home, since she did not want to subject herself to more of his morose silences.
They were to spend five weeks at home, each of them following a relative light training routine prescribed by their respective coaches, and then assemble at various college campuses in upstate New York, where they would make their final preparations for the Olympic Games. Each morning they went down to the local track, where they did their calesthenics and other forms of training. Cathy was there, naturally, and she quickly began joining Pete on at least some of his jogs through the woods behind the training field. Debbie now found it much easier to accept the girl's interest in her brother, much to her surprise, and she supposed that it was somehow related to her experiences with Herbie. She had learned a great deal about herself and her passionately sexual nature from him and her new knowledge made her considerably more tolerant of Pete's lecherous ways. She still wished that he would direct his erotic energies in her direction and had now become somewhat more accustomed to admitting as much to herself.
They had been home for four days when she decided that she would stake out the clearing Pete and Cathy generally used for their mid-morning trysts. She approached the area with caution and found herself a suitable vantage point, then settle down to await their approach. They arrived about five minutes later and wasted no time in getting down to business. She watched them strip and exchange a few hurried caresses, but then they proceeded directly to the main business. Cathy willingly lay back and opened her thighs to him and he plowed into her cunt as though he were aflame with sexual desire.
"Man, you were really hot to get it on!" Cathy said after they had fucked themselves into a sweated mass of exhausted flesh. "Is something special going on around here? Something I don't know about?"
"I don't know," he said. "I just ... hell, I just wanted to get it on in you and come, I guess!"
"Man, you sure did that!" she murmured, lying back and fingering her wet slit. "Mmmm, did you ever! God, it was like I was getting myself raped, almost!"
They lay silently for a time. Debbie had become strongly aroused through watching them and the sight of Pete's wet cock, now only half-erect, stirred her more profoundly. Inevitably she thought of taking his broad-beamed tool into her lips and sucking it dry, a prospect that added further fuel to the flames crackling away between her tense thighs. She would not have minded taking it even it its present condition, wet and slippery with his own come and the lubricious juices it had picked up in Cathy's hot-lipped cunt, though she would have found it much more exciting if it had just been removed from her own slit.
"Tell me something, Pete," the girl said after a long silence. "Who were you fucking then? Me? Or was it maybe Debbie?"
Debbie drew in a quick breath and tried to burrow deeper into the matted leaves beneath her body, just as though the couple might look in her direction. They could not see her, she was sure of that, but Cathy's words sent a shiver of apprehension through her body. Pete reacted even more strongly, scrambling up onto his hands and knees and vehemently denying the suggestion. Cathy gave him a cool, careful look and then smiled.
"Why should you get all uptight about that?" she asked. "Hell, there's nothing wrong with screwing your sister! She's a damned good looking chick, you know, and I'd be willing to bet a bundle that she's as hot and horny as any girl you ever saw!"
Debbie listened with a combination of terror and anger. She feared that Cathy might go on to tell him about the morning they had sat in that same clearing and masturbated. That would have mortified her and ensured that she would never speak to either of them again. Cathy kept silent about that exciting interlude, however, and gradually Debbie breathed easier. She still felt very upset with the girl for mentioning her to Pete in a sexual context, though there seemed to be little she could do about it.
"Sure, that's it!" Cathy said after listening to Pete's repeated denials of any interest in his sister. "By God, you're getting the hot and hornies for her! You're finally waking up and seeing her for what she really is!"
Pete continued to deny the accusation but even Debbie now detected the forced note in his voice. She felt a tremor of apprehension flash over her skin when she realized that Pete really was interested in her, even though, as it appeared, he could not admit this fact. Would it be possible, she wondered, for him to make an approach to her? The prospect sent a flood of hot oil gushing from the mouth of her cunt and turned the lips of her pussy into antennae that radiated lusty messages of compliance.
"Come on, you're not all hung up on that incest stuff!" Cathy scoffed. "Look, the second guy I ever made it with was my brother! Chuckie, you know? God, did he ever ream my cunt out that morning when we were all alone at the beach house! Mom and Dad and the others, they'd gone into town for a bunch of stuff and we'd slept late, I can still remember it. They'd barely gotten out of the driveway and there he was, crawling into bed with me and rubbing that big, hard cock of his all over my belly!"
Debbie's eyes nearly popped from their sockets when she heard Cathy casually admit to having had her own brother as a lover. She knew Chuckie fairly well, since-the youth had been one of the area's finest swimmers. He was now twenty-two or so-about six years older than herself, she guessed and was attending medical school.
"You're kidding me!" Pete gasped. "Chuckie? I ... I can't believe it!"
"Believe it," she told him. "That summer we really had ourselves a ball, I'm telling you! Mmmm, he showed me every way in the world to get it on, almost, and we just had ourselves a barrel of fun!"
Pete gaped dully at her, unable to comprehend the full import of her words. Debbie also found it difficult to believe what she was hearing. Cathy gave no hint of saying anything out of the ordinary and, in fact, made the notion of having one's brother or sister as a lover seem quite unexceptional.
"No, it just wouldn't work," Pete finally said. "Even if ... well, Debbie's not like that. I mean, she wouldn't be interested!"
"Oh? You seem to have a different attitude toward her now that you've gotten back from the tryouts," Cathy pointed out. "What happened up there? Something must have happened to give you a different outlook, I know it did!"
"Well ... I guess there was one thing," Pete reluctantly conceded. "See, while she was there ... well, she got this thing going with this black dude, see? A half-miler from back East some place, I think it was. Anyway, they'd go jogging off every morning and show up a little while later-quite a while later, really-and they both looked like they'd really been going at it. I was really worried about her for a while, it was so obvious. You know how coaches are. If they'd found out that she was up there in the trees balling that dude they'd have shit bricks!"
"Yeah, I guess they would," Cathy admitted. "Coaches are real funny about that. But what about the guy? I mean, so what? She went off and got laid, it happens all the time, Pete!"
"Sure, but ... well, I guess I just never thought about her doing it before," Pete said. "I mean, it was a real shock, you know? Finding out that your own kid sister's off getting her cunt reamed out, that really sets you back. Hell, I didn't care about the dude being black or not, as a matter-of-fact he seemed like a really right kind of guy. I don't know, seeing her coming out of the woods with that guy, it kinda shook me up, I guess."
Pete denied the charge with some heat but the girl merely shook her head and looked very knowing. After a time, she grinned broadly and spread her thighs wider apart, still rubbing her right index finger up and down the moist slit between them.
"C'mon, Pete, wake up and take a look at yourself!" she urged. "Wouldn't it be a blast, taking her up here and plopping her ass down on the grass? She's really got a fine ass on her, you know, and I'm just positive she's as hot a piece as you've ever had! Yeah, I'd like to be here and make that scene myself! Mmmm, maybe she could help me go down on you! Between the two of us, we'd make your balls cough up so much come you wouldn't get a hard-on for a week!"
Debbie's cheeks burned even more furiously at that. She knew that Cathy was quite serious, though she appeared to be teasing, and that she would leap at the chance of sharing Pete with anyone. She herself had learned that Cathy had a strange sexual streak in her makeup and that the girl would respond especially strongly to sharing a man with another girl. She discovered now that the prospect could make her own pussy throb and tingle with surprising force.
"Ah, you're just saying that," Pete scoffed. "Even if Debbie's get up for it-and I don't think for a minute that she would-you wouldn't go along with anything like that! You're just putting me on!"
"Try me and find out," Cathy muttered, flashing him a dark, profound look. "You just try me sometime and see how much I'm putting you on! But what the hell, Pete, this isn't getting either one of us any fun! C'mon, c'mon, honey, get over me and let me feel that big cock of yours in my mouth! Mmmm, all this talking, it's really got me in the mood for a good blow job!"
She lay back and waited. Pete was not the one to continue a discussion in the teeth of an invitation like that, no matter how exciting or interesting the topic, and he wasted no time in spreading his body over hers. He stretched out, bringing his lips down to her pussy, and arched his loins over her head. Debbie lay directly behind him and thus she saw the tender, loving care with which Cathy took his big prick in her hands to guide it down to her mouth. In mounting her he had developed another erection, a magnificent testament to his youthful virility, and the tool was already full-sized when she opened her mouth to enclose it.
Pete began fucking down into her mouth with slow, gentle strokes. At the same time his tongue darted forth to explore the juicy crevice between the lips of her pussy and within a very short time Debbie's sharp ears caught the sounds of his lapping. Cathy fondled his balls for a moment and then reached around his flanks to sink her long, muscular fingers into the cheeks of his ass. She spread those tightly muscled mounds wide and then reached further, bringing the index finger of her right hand over his puckered anus. Her dry finger would not penetrate that tight little opening but she applied enough pressure to give him a great deal of sexual stimulation. Debbie well remembered her own finger resting against Herbie's anus and she blinked, finding it difficult to focus her lust-blurred eyes.
She watched as the young couple excited each other to the point of climax, then eased off in order to keep the tensions built up within their bodies for another few minutes. Pete rolled off the girl and fell on his back but Cathy followed him over and lay beside him. She fondled his balls while allowing his prick to lose a portion of its excitement and then looked up, peering into the bushes directly in front of her. Debbie shrank back slightly, though she knew that the girl would not be likely to see her. As she watched through the thick, lacy shrouds of leaves, it seemed to her that Cathy grinned in recognition for a moment before she bent her head back down to take Pet's cock in her mouth once more.
"God, I love your cock!" Cathy said, and it seemed quite obvious to Debbie that the girl used a louder tone than before. "Mmmm, fresh and hot and wet from my cunt, it's just the sexiest thing ever! Do you really like to lick my pussy after you've fucked me so well?"
"Hey, you know I do," he said. "How about this, though? Like this better?"
"Oh, wow, I could go crazy when I feel your tongue rimming my asshole like that!" Cathy cried out. She closed her eyes and shuddered with vivid sensuality. "Mmmm, one of these days I'm going to get my nerve up and have you fuck me in the ass! God, I think I'd like that better than anything, just about!"
"Oh yeah, suck on my balls!" he said as she lowered her lips to those big eggs and began kissing them avidly. "Ugggghhhh! I don't know which is better, when you suck my balls or my cock!"
"Mmmmm, that-slurp-that's another reason why you-mmmm!-ought to get Debbie up here with me!" Cathy said, punctuating her words with loud, smacking kisses on his balls. "One of us could eat your cock and the other could nuzzle your balls and together, honey, we'd really do a job on you! Oh, yeah, and one of us would be sure to fingerfuck your asshole too, don't forget that!"
"God, get it on!" Pete groaned, writhing about in genuine anguish and stabbing his prick into the air beside her cheek. "Go down on me, Cathy, go down hard and suck the come outta my nuts! Ohhhh, F dying to shoot off in your mouth again!"
His words trailed off into muffled, incomprehensible gibberish. Debbie squirmed helplessly on the turf, knowing that his speech had become indistinct because his mouth had been pressed firmly against Cathy's hot, utterly complacent pussy. She felt her own hunger all the more strongly now that she had heard the same noises coming from between her own long, lovely thighs when Herbie had attacked her pussy with his mouth. She knew exactly what Cathy was feeling and that knowledge made her slit burn and throb with an intensity that overshadowed the feelings she had had when she had spied on them earlier.
Pete and Cathy served each other royally that morning. Debbie could not take her eyes off her brother's beautifully swollen cock, so thick and flushed with sexual fevers. She nearly exploded with impotent desire when she saw his balls begin dancing madly within their sack. Her eye caught the steady, pulsating throb of the massive vein in the underside of his cock and she knew that he was pumping thick, steaming jets of salty come into the girl's voracious mouth. Cathy's face assumed an expression of total bliss as she received his seminal charge and swallowed every drop of the rich brew. She snapped her head froms side to side and worked her mouth up and down the spasmodically jetting shaft, doing everything in her power to heighten is feeling and make his climax both longer and more powerful. He, in turn, groaned furiously as he writhed about in his agony of sexual triumph. He jabbed up repeatedly, fucking the girl's mouth with vigorous strokes that added to his pleasure, and finally fell back onto the grass with a low, whimpering sound of total pleasure.
"God, it just gets better and better!" he muttered, his voice weak and trembling. "Oh, wow, that nearly killed me!"
"What a way to go, eh?" she chuckled. "Yes, I feel the same way myself. But no more this morning? Is twice enough for you these days?"
"Wait till after I get back from Montreal," he promised. "We'll try to work something out then, some way to have four or five days together. Then it'll be nothing but fucking and sucking, you can believe that!"
"You make it sound delicious!"
Cathy would obviously have been willing to have spent longer with him but he would not have it. He got to his feet and began dressing Debbie now saw that she had gotten herself into a very difficult spot. She could hardly leave without making so much noise that he would hear her and she emphatically did not want to remain in place, because that would mean that Cathy would come and find her. She felt positive that the girl knew she was there and of all people, she did not want to talk to Cathy at that moment.
Much to her surprise and relief. Cathy rose to her feet and began pulling on her own clothes. Pete looked up in surprise, only to be told that she wanted to finish her own workout early that day. Debbie barely suppressed a tremendous sigh of relief and she watched gratefully as the couple finished dressing and then jogged out of the clearing.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Once the couple had disappeared from sight, Debbie crawled out into the clearing. Her initial reaction, one of relief that they had left her alone, now melted away. In its place she felt a combination of rage and shame. She was perfectly furious with Cathy for having brought into the open the relationship between her and her brother, but she was also ashamed to have the fact of her desire made known. Even that look of thoughtful interest she had seen on Pete's face as he had listened to Cathy failed to boost the girl's spirits. She could now see that Pete's attitude toward her had changed, and in exactly the direction she had hoped, but she could not draw any consolation from that fact.
How can I ever look him in the face again? she asked herself as she stalked back and forth across the little clearing. Now that he knows, he'll think I'm just awful, I know he will! Ohhhh, damn that Cathy, I could scratch her eyes out! The little bitch, the whore, why couldn't she keep her mouth shut about me? and She knew I was there, she knew it! She was just doing it to get back at me, I know she was!
Try as she would, she could find no way out of the dilemma facing her. After forming and quickly discarding a number of improbable solutions, not one of which had any connection with reality, she gave up in disgust and left the clearing. She continued her long distance jog through the forest and returned to the training field, where she saw Pete, Cathy and several other athletes. She avoided them as long as possible and only gradually did she come to realize that there was no discernible difference in the way any of them treated her. Even Pete acted the same as always, slightly withdrawn but very interested in ther progress as an athlete. He and Cathy showed no sign of having discussed her in the most intimate terms less than an hour ago.
Debbie found their blase attitude a riddle. Fully expecting them to laugh at her or to ridicule her in some way, their matter-of-fact acceptance of her threw her completely off balance. She circled them warily, expecting at any moment to be made the butt of some cruel joke, but they went on with their workout in exactly the same way as the day before. Debbie finally gave up trying to understand what was going on and concentrated more fully on her own exercise program. Afterward she showered and walked home by herself, still wary and still ex pecting some kind of follow-up to the discussion she had overheard that morning.
After a week, when neither Pete nor Cathy nor any of the other athletes who used the practice field each day gave any sign of knowing about her passion for her brother, she settled back into a kind of dull, mindless routine and devoted herself completely to her preparations for Montreal. There were times when she was almost on the point of confronting Cathy with her knowledge of what she had overheard that morning but she could never quite bring herself to the point of carrying it off. She was certain that Cathy had known she was there and that the girl had deliberately raised the subject to embarrass and humiliate her. Now that nothing more came of it, she could not understand why.
Debbie's preoccupations blinded her to several tentative moves Pete made to heal the breach between them. When his tentative peace offerings drew no response from her, he gave up in despair and began concentrating more fully on his own preparations for the showdown in Montreal. Thus they spent the weeks before leaving for Buffalo, New York, where they were both scheduled to put in their last weeks of preparations for the Olympics.
A last minute change in plans had resulted in the men milers and half-milers having their final training site transferred to Hanover, New Hampshire, where they would use the facilities of Dartmouth College. Thus Debbie could not renew her curious affair with Herbie Mason until they actually arrived in Montreal, a fact which caused her to become very disenchanted with Buffalo and her group's training facilities there.
Debbie and Pete continued to do much of their practicing together. Despite the coolness that had grown up between them, they had trained together for so long that both of them felt very uncomfortable working out with anyone else. They were partway through one of their extended jogs at the golf course they used for long distance running when Debbie momentarily lengthened her stride to avoid a small stone lying in her path. As she came down on her right leg after stretching much farther than usual, she felt a small, searing pain in the upper portion of her right thigh. Gasping out, she tumbled to the ground and rolled over, clutching her leg and whimpering weakly.
"Huh? What happened?" Pete asked when he had heard her fall and had dashed back to bend over her. "Is it bad?"
"I think-just a cramp, I think," she gasped, rubbing her thigh muscle and grimacing with pain. "Or maybe a little strain, I'm not sure. Ohh, Jesus, it hurts like hell!"
"Here, lie back and let me see if I can't rub it out," he said. "No, don't try to get up or anything!"
Since the day had been very hot, they had worn only tee shirts and shorts for their run. Pete knelt over her knee and began massaging the injured thigh, applying the same technique trainers had used on his own legs when he had suffered from cramps. After a couple of minutes Debbie felt the pain beginning to subside and she heaved a sigh of relief, knowing now that she had suffered only a cramp and not a possibly crippling injury. Pete's strong fingers soothed the overtaxed muscle and helped her to relax. Inevitably, once the pain had dwindled away, she became aware of the sexual implications of his ministrations, which were all the more suggestive because his hands were very far up her smooth, well-muscled thigh. She also remembered that she had not worn any panties under her track shorts and she suspected that the skimpy garment, with its wide legs, would not be very effective in covering her pussy, especially not with him at that angle.
When his hands slowed, she looked at him and saw that she had guessed exactly right. His eyes were riveted on the leg of her shorts and she knew that he was looking at her slit. Even though she had almost had heart failure when she had felt the shooting pain-with the Olympics only a week away, almost any kind of muscle tear or sprain could well put her out of the games-she now felt an incredibly strong urge of pure animal passion.
"Yeah, it's a pussy!" she heard herself saying.
"Just like every other girl got! Standard equipment, you know!"
"I-I'm sorry, Sis, I didn't mean to ... well, I mean, I ... ohh, shit, I don't know what I mean!"
"Go ahead and look if you like," she said. "I don't mind!"
Afterward, thinking back on it all, Debbie could not imagine how she had found the nerve to say the things she had said. It seemed to her that another creature had suddenly been fused into her own skin and was speaking for her. She knew quite well that she would never have spoken so frankly or bluntly herself. That had to be the only explanation.
Regardless of the validity or invalidity of her way of explaining her forwardness, Pete hesitated only a moment before pushing his hand farther up her firm thigh. His fingers slipped inside the loose, flaring legs of her shorts and grazed the volcanic slit running down from the base of her belly. Debbie groaned deep in her throat and thrust against him, unable to keep her body from answering that initial caress. Moaning louder, she suddenly flung down her right hand and clamped it over his to hold his hand tightly against her pussy.
"Ohhhh, God, don't stop!" she panted hoarsely. "Mmmm, don't stop! It's so good! So fucking good!"
Pete thus found himself led, step by seemingly harmless step, into taking the final plunge and committing himself to a course of action he had long contemplated with mixed emotions. He could now see that Debbie was an immensely desirable girl. Seeing her with Herbie had opened his eyes to that fact. Virile young sexual athlete that he was, he naturally responded to her physical charm. He still harbored deep misgivings about making sexual advances to his own sister, however, and these doubts strongly asserted themselves as he ran his long fingers over that ripe, well moistened slit.
Inevitably his finger found its way between the lips of her pussy and probed the tender, lustfully inflamed rim of her cunt. She thrust upward with her hips again and pushed his hand more firmly against her loins. His finger slipped farther up that passionately heated tunnel and then came to rest against the virginal barrier. For a second or two he could not understand what his finger had touched and then he realized that his fingertip was pressing against her cherry.
"Hey, what the hell's going on here?" he asked, keeping his hand firmly locked between her thighs. "I thought Herbie had fucked you!"
"Mmmmm, don't talk!" Debbie panted. "Ooooh, just keep on doing it like that! Ohhh, Pete, it's so good! You're doing it-aggghhhh! Ohhhh, now! Now, damn you, do it hard! Omigod, I'm coming! Aggggghhhh! Ooooooh!"
Caught by surprise, he remained motionless for a moment, Then, realizing that she was fucking herself into a climax against his finger, he began rotating it around inside her cunt's tight, hot grip. He pressed hard against the walls of that exquisitely sensitive tunnel and felt a surge of pleasure as her cries became louder and more strained. He continued working his finger around that tight little opening until the moment when she surged against him one last time, shuddered heavily and then fell back, panting and limp from her exertion.
"Mmmmm, that was heavenly!" she whispered. "So good, darling! Just the way I wanted it!"
"No, you're not doing anything of the kind!" he said when she sat up and made as if to reach out and take his prick in her hand. Even through the thick cotton twill of his shorts and the elasticized cup of his jock, his prick made a definite and sinister bulge and more than adequately betrayed his own arousal. "Not till you tell me what's going on here! Isn't that a cherry I felt there? C'mon, Debbie, come clean and tell me what's going on here!"
Blushing, she launched into a rambling, disjointed explanation of her affair with Herbie. At first she found it difficult to talk about the more intimate aspects of that relationship but gradually, as she warmed to the subject, she found her inhibitions dropping away quickly. She explained that she had set out to seduce Herbie and that he had been entirely willing until he had discovered her virginity. That discovery had set him back and he had refused to carry through with the sexual act. Instead, he had brought her to a climax through oral stimulation and she had reciprocated the favor.
"So, actually, he wasn't fucking me at all," Debbie told him. "We went down on each other a lot but as far as fucking goes ... well, you felt it yourself! I guess .. yeah, I guess I was saving it for you!"
Her face reddened as she confessed her innermost desire but she managed to look her brother straight in the eye as she spoke. Pete's hand remained thrust into the leg of her shorts and his finger still rested snugly against the lips of her pussy. Debbie again pressed her own hand against his, increasing his finger's pressure against her hot, lathered slit, and she tilted her pelvis down hard against that deliciously stirring finger.
"I know, I can't make you fuck me," she continued, "but I hope you will! Oh, Pete, I want it so! I've seen you and Cathy making it, up in that little clearing close to where you jog back home. I could just die, almost, when I think of you sticking that big, lovely cock of yours up her cunt! Every time, when I saw it going in, I couldn't help but think about how great it would be if you were sticking it in my cunt, shooting all that hot come up me!"
Her impassioned statement affected him deeply. He rubbed his finger against her pussy thoughtfully, making that highly responsive slit tingle harder than ever, and worked the tip of his finger back and forth in the rim of her cunt for a moment longer. Just as she was beginning to think that he might be intending to fingerfuck her into another climax-a thought that was far from displeasing to her-he withdrew his hand and leaned back.
"Yes, I'll fuck you," he said. A flood of relief and happiness came over her upon hearing that marvelous statement. "I guess it's been gnawing at the back of my mind for a long time, longer than I've even been willing to admit to myself, even. But I'd rather let it wait till after the meet, you know? I mean, I've started taking this really serious and ... well, I've decided that I just can't risk it. About fucking and all, I mean. What if the coaches are right? What if fucking really does screw up a guy's training? Debbie, this race means just a hell of a lot to me, I'm coming to find out! So how about if we put it off till after, huh? I mean, it's not that I don't want to, God, that's not the way it is. But ... I guess I'm afraid that once I started fucking with you, then I'd never want to stop and ... and I'd just rather not take a chance, see?"
"Of course I understand," she told him. Although she felt disappointed that she was not to have the joy of receiving his cock at once, his promise that he wanted her and intended having her later gave her a wonderful lift. "And you're right-this means a lot too much to take any chances!"
She got to her feet and, after working her leg back and forth for a moment or two, decided that the cramp had left no after-effects. Nevertheless she used extreme caution in jogging back to the training field, where she consulted with her coach and trainer. After a lengthy discussion they decided that she should rest for the remainder of that day and resume her training tomorrow. Debbie went into the locker room, showered and dressed. As she stood beneath the shower, she recalled the way Pete's finger had teased her pussy into throbbing, heated life and then propelled her into the maelstrom of orgiastic release. The memory naturally heightened her desire and she would have masturbated then and there had not another girl come into the shower room at that moment. Debbie quickly dried herself, dressed and went back to her dormitory room, where she locked the door behind her and threw herself onto her bed. Then she clamped both hands between her thighs, not even bothering to take off her panties, and rubbed her fiercely aroused slit until a long series of orgasmic pulsations had coursed through her loins. As she writhed against her hands, she imagined Pete kneeling over her, straddling her belly and jacking off. Her mind's eye clearly pictured his big fist stroking his cock, pumping back and forth relentlessly. At the height of her sexual release she imagined that he too was coming. She could almost taste the salty essence of his come as he pumped vigorously and sprayed the thick, manly cream over her breasts and face with glorious imprecision. That image powerfully intensified her own climax and made it easier for her to direct her mind away from her body's needs.
Once she had become assured of Pete's interest, Debbie found herself paying much more attention to the athlete with whom she was living. In particular she began developing a closer tie with La Wanda Jenkinson, her roommate. La Wanda, from Kansas and a specialist in the hundred yard dash, was black, short, slight of build and fiercely competitive. If previous times had any meaning, she did not figure to be a likely candidate for a medal at Montreal but that did not keep her from training rigorously and preparing herself with dedication. Her devotion to her training, however, did not keep her from enjoying herself, as Debbie quickly began noticing.
"Shee-itt, those coaches have got their head up their ass so far they don't know what the hell's going on!" La Wanda told her one afternoon as they lounged in their room. "That ol' bull dyke that's coaching the sprinters, she was reading us out today about how our legs are gonna rot off if we so much as let a guy feel of 'em! And all the while she was just about raping us with her eyes! I bet she'd be singing a different story if I was to start talking about wrapping my legs around that fat face of hers and washing her chops off with my gash! Yeah, it'd be a whole lot different then!"
"Do you think it's bad to get it on while you're training?" Debbie asked, smiling at the girl's scornful reference to Billie Faye Malone, the brawny, gruff woman who was coaching the dash team. "I mean, does it really screw you up, do you think?"
"Shit, that afternoon at Baton Rouge when I showed them my ass? Best time I ever did, and the night before I was curled up with this high jumper from Oklahoma, a scrawny ol' white dude with a prong on him about like a watermelon, and we damned near ruined us a mattress 'fore I wore him down! No, it doesn't hurt anything if you get yourself fucked good. Me, I think it helps me relax more if I can get myself a good, hot cuntfull of hard dick!"
"Yeah, that's what I was thinking, too," Debbie agreed. "Of course, I haven't ever balled a buy, so I don't know for sure, but I've gotten it on in some other ways and I couldn't see that it hurt anything."
"Hey, you got your cherry still? Man, that's outta sight. Mmmmmm, I bet some dude's gonna have a fine ol' time, plowing up that cunt of yours! But guys, they get all sorts of screwed-up ideas. It's like that come they shoot out, that's all that's holding them together, you know? Some of those guys, I think they'd faint and fall back in it if you even mentioned fucking to 'em, they're so uptight about it all!"
"Yeah, I think girls are a lot more sensible about that stuff," Debbie mused. "Like that Tania Soan, you know? Everybody says she's going down on every girl that gets close to her and it sure doesn't seem to hurt her times. And she's running a mile!"
There were several lesbians among the women's contingent and some of them made no effort at all to hide their sexual preferences. Tania was a short, slender blonde from Florida who consistently turned practice miles at a pace very close to the Olympic record. She continually prowled the dormitory, usually stark naked, and made it abundantly clear that she was willing to take on any and all the women she met. If sexual activity had any effect on a runner's stamina, Debbie had to admit, then surely Tania would be lucky indeed to turn a six minute mile!
"What about that cherry of yours?" LaWanda asked. "You saving it for somebody special?"
"Yeah, a guy ... a guy from back home," Debbie admitted. "After the race we're going to ... you know, do it up in style!"
"Super!" LaWanda said. "That's the way, figure it out beforehand and make sure everything's right. That way you'll have a lot better chance of getting started off right!"
CHAPTER NINE
Alerted by La Wanda's frankness in stating her own lack of inhibitions with regard to maintaining a state of celibacy during training, Debbie began paying closer attention to the byplay among the women on the team. She easily identified most of the lesbians, not so much because of any peculiarities in their lookes-indeed, some of the most blatant women-lovers, including the redoubtable Tania, were ultra-feminine in looks and behavior-as because of their frankness in admiring other members of their own sex.
"God, this crowd gets much hornier, they'll be humping each other in the showers!" La Wanda said once when Debbie mentioned the forthright way in which some of the women athletes approached each other. "If they ever put muff diving on the Olympic list, we've got a bunch of gold medal winners for sure!"
No one carried the sexual byplay to quite the extent of openly engaging in sex in the showers, though several of the women openly flaunted their bodies to each other. This restraint, Debbie guessed, was out of deference to the coahces. Not so much out of a regard for their supposedly tender sensibilities as because of a desire to avoid any open confrontation.
Among the women athletes more interested in heterosexual byplay, of whom La Wanda was one of the most prominent, the talk was about evenly split between the forthcoming competition and the members of the men's team. La Wanda, especially, let it be know that she would not be at all averse to forming a brief liaison with certain members of that group. Nor did she show any signs of color preference, as Debbie quickly discovered.
"Shit, white dudes can fuck just as good as black guys any day," the girl said. "And that old stuff about black guys having dongs the size of an elephant's whang, you can just forget it! Sure, some black guys are hung good, but so are some white dudes. It's like they say, honey: all cats look alike in the dark!"
Debbie felt bold enough to tell her new friend about her experience with Herbie Mason. La Wanda listened and laughed with delight when Debbie said that he had refused to split her maidenhead. She nodded approvingly upon learning that Herbie had suggested oral sex as an acceptable substitute.
"That's the great thing about guys," the girls said. "There's so many things you can do with 'em, a lot more than with girls. And they're all fun things to do, too! Yeah, give me a guy any day!"
"Really? You've made it with girls, too?"
"Sure. Back in my freshman year at college, there I was in that big place, a little country girl from out of the Kansas wheat fields, I didn't know what the hell was going on. So Marva Capman-she was the coach-she started honeying me up a little and the next thing I knew, wham! She was lapping my snatch like it was going out of style and me, I was just dying to do it back to her! It's all right, making it with a girl, but they can't even begin to move me the way a guy can. I guess I've just gotten too used to having a prick stuck in me. And a guy comes so good. I really dig it when that jism starts shooting out!"
Debbie was thus not overly surprised one morning when LaWanda sidled up beside her and asked if she wanted to take a jog through the woods. She could tell that her sensual minded friend had something special planned but LaWanda stubbornly refused to say anything more. They jogged once around the track and then headed for one of the many trails leading off the campus. After a brisk run of about a half mile, LaWanda veered off the main trail and ducked into a thick grove of pine trees. Debbie followed and soon found herself being led deeper into the woods.
"Right around that bend there," LaWanda muttered after they had pulled to a stop and begun walking. "Man, I think maybe you're really gonna like this!"
When they turned the bend, Debbie saw, with not a great deal of surprise, that a young man was waiting a few yards ahead. She recognized him as Hugh Mann, a pole vaulter who had had to drop out of the training camp because of a badly wrenched right elbow. He was tall and lanky, like virtually all the male athletes, and had a big, shaggy fall of golden blonde hair. Only his muscular shoulders and powerful chest indicated his specialty. Like all pole vaulters, his upper body was especially well developed.
"I brought along a friend," La Wanda said after exchanging greetings with him. "You know Debbie, I bet. She's kind of into this stuff too and I thought she might get off on watching, maybe helping out a little, stuff like this!"
"Yes, I know her," Hugh said, giving her a big grin. "And I've wished that she were just a little friendlier, too?"
Debbie did not know what to say. She trusted LaWanda and thus did not fear for her safety but she was not at all sure that she liked being led blindfolded, so to speak, into this kind of situation.
"Yeah, I know," LaWanda said, turning to her and reading the confusion on her face, "it's a drag, being pushed into this without being told. But honey, I just khow you'll get off on all this. Hugh's been making eyes at me every since we got here and now that he's screwed his elbow up, there's no reason why we can't go ahead and do what we like. How'd you like it if we both went down on him together? Or maybe he could eat your pussy out while I'm giving him a ride? He's just the sexiest thing ever and I know he'd do a good job!"
Debbie flushed violently and looked away from Hugh. As LaWanda had said, he certainly had an erotic air and was highly attractive. If she were going to pick one of the men as a sexual partner, omitting Pete, she might very well have put the lanky blonde at the very top of her list. La Wanda's sudden suggestion took her completely by surprise and she did not know what to say.
"Aw, c'mon," LaWanda urged. "He won't mind it, you being cherry and all, I know he won't. And if you don't want to fuck, that's fine! It'll just mean that I get more of that good, hard cock to myself, that's all!"
Debbie found it almost impossible to think clearly, especially after Hugh had stripped off his tee shirt and began pulling down his shorts. His naked torso, deeply tanned, rippled with muscles and exuded physical vitality. As he peeled off the shorts and his jock strap, his prick came into view and it was a superb piece of fucking equipment, she had to admit. Her pussy's lips at once began clamoring and that familiar gnawing sensation of emptiness began to pervade her cunt, further weakening her resolutions of good behavior.
"Tell you what," LaWanda suggested as she pulled her own track shirt off and tugged the waistband of her shorts down. "You just sit here and watch for a while, huh? And if you don't want to stay, or you'd rather not join in, that's cool! We won't either one of us say a word! Right, Hugh?"
"Right," he agreed. "But I really think it'd be cool if both of you were to get together. I mean, you're just the coolest girls on the whole team and I can't think of anything I'd rather do than make it with both of you. And if you want to keep your cherry, that's okay with me!"
"I ... I think I'd like to stay here," Debbie faltered. Then, once having made that commitment, she felt impelled to add, "and I'll help LaWanda go down on you! I'll fuck your face while she's riding you down! Yes, I think I'd like that too!"
She resolutely pushed all thought of Pete from her mind. After all, she told herself, if Hugh did not fuck her, then there would be no way for anyone to tell that she had been with him. His tongue would leave no lasting imprint on her furnace-like pussy, she knew. She therefore felt much easier about committing herself and allowing her body to have its innermost desire.
Debbie realized now that LaWanda was an extremely attractive girl. It was as though sexual passions had transformed her, making her face infinitely more attractive and turning her body into a much more desirable package. Small and trim-she stood about five feet tall and could not have weighed one hundred pounds-she was dwarfed by the big, bushy Afro crowning her head. Her breasts, small cones of firm, chocolate-hued flesh, jutted out sharply and her nipples had swelled into hard cones of reddened sensitivity. A slight 'vee of very bushy, wiry black hair marked her lovemound.
"God, look at the cock on that mother!" LaWanda breathed when Hugh had pulled off his track shoes and turned to face them. "Man, you could vault fifteen or sixteen feet with that pole right there!"
Debbie had to smile at the piquant expression but she could not deny that Hugh was formidably equipped. His cock was every bit as large as Pete's and was probably thicker. The head was especially large and his balls seemed to swing halfway to his knees. When LaWanda went over to him and knelt before him, taking his prick into her hands and peeling back the foreskin with a quick, easy gesture, the naked head flared out like a gigantic purple mushroom. Debbie found it almost impossible to believe that the slight girl really intended allowing herself to be fucked by that mammoth tool, which looked all the more immense when compared to her diminutive build. But LaWanda seemed to have no trepidation whatever about availing herself of it.
Opening her mouth wide, the black girl promptly engulfed the exposed head of Hugh's cock with her lips. She closed her eyes and a blissful, happy expression came over her face as she forced her lips far down the thick shaft. She did not take all the big rod into her mouth but she got enough of it for Debbie to be certain that the head was nudging well into her throat. After gently fellating him for a moment, she pulled her face away and looked toward Debbie.
"God, it's just great!" she murmured. "C'mon, honey, get over here and get yourself a little of this! Mmmm, he's just as hot and hard as any guy in the whole world!"
Debbie watched for a moment longer and then found it impossible to resist the fierce hungers gnawing at the ripe, juicy slit between her thighs. She quickly threw off her exercise clothing and shoes, then went over to kneel at La Wanda's side. The black girl had again taken his cock into her mouth but after a moment she relinquished it and guided it toward Debbie's mouth. Debbie sucked him greedily, using her tongue as Herbie had taught her, and felt a gratifying surge of womanly pride when her skilled attentions brought a thump of lusty approbation coursing through the thick, meaty shaft.
"God, I wish I could get all of it in my mouth!" she whispered as LaWanda reclaimed the thick prize.
"I'd like to feel it going all the way down my throat!"
"I'll give it to you," Hugh promised. "Yeah, you can have all of it you want! You don't have to worry about that!"
"Hey, hold on there!" LaWanda said, grinning wickedly. "Most of that good thing's mine! And I've got just the place for it, too!"
Debbie still found it difficult to believe that the tiny girl was really serious about taking that huge prong, though LaWanda seemed more determined than ever to have it thrust between the lips of her pussy and far up her cunt. Hugh maintained his standing position for another minute or two while the two girls took turns in kissing and sucking his prick. Finally, seeing that it would be easier for them to stimulate him if he were in a prone position, they urged him to lie down. He did so and his cock fell back onto his flat, firmly muscled belly, stretching almost up to his navel.
Debbie remembered some of her conversations with Cathy and also bits of what Herbie had told her. In particular she remembered enough to suspect that Hugh might find it particularly stimulating to have his prick and balls sucked at the same time. She therefore moved her lips down the shaft of that thick tool and kissed her way over the big, egg-filled bag. His balls were so large that she could not get both of them into her mouth at the same time but she sucked them in turn, running her tongue over his wrinkled bag and delighting at the sounds of approval she brought from his throat.
Hugh's animated reaction to their sucking inspired them both to a more ardent demonstration of their oral prowess. Debbie's lips roamed over his balls with abandon and she even kissed her way down to his asshole. He lifted himself slightly and spread his thighs to facilitate her mouth's progress and without even thinking about it Debbie flicked out her tongue to caress the puckered, acorn-like opening resting between his buttocks. Her saliva moistened the little crevice enough to facilitate the entry of her finger and she -rimmed him with a delicate grace.
Hugh groped at their bodies and they edged around to bring their hips into a position that would enable him to fondle their pussies. He used his left hand on LaWanda and slipped his right between Debbie's thighs. He flicked his fingers over her pussy's flaming lips, bringing another violent surge of sexual desire flooding through her loins. His finger worked its way between those tenderly aroused petals and then poised briefly at the rim of her cunt. Debbie lowered her hips and thrust back at him, impaling herself on his waiting finger.
"Hmmmm, I can't take this any longer!" LaWanda muttered after sucking his prick to near the point of no return. "Honey-man, I've got to feel that big thing inside!"
"God, are you really going to let him put that thing in you?" Debbie could not help asking. "But you are so small!"
"Shit, I'll take that cock and whip it down till it's no bigger than your little finger," LaWanda promised. "You just move down here and see if I don't get that big thing up my hole!"
Eager to see that unimaginable happening, Debbie moved around to get herself into the best position for viewing. LaWanda straddled Hugh's body, sitting astride him with her back toward his face. Debbie therefore moved down to his knees and looked up. She saw, much to her surprise, that La Wanda's pussy was every bit as large as her own. The outer lips formed a long, generously proportioned slit and the inner lips hung down like halves of a large, overripe piece of sliced fruit. She spread those lips wide and Debbie, seeing her chance to help, reached out to take Hugh's stiff cock in her hand.
"Let me!" she whispered. "Let me put it in for you! I'll ram it right up your cunt and then you can fuck him dry!"
She brought the broad, purple knob crowning the tip of Hugh's prick up between La Wanda's fingers and rubbed it along that juicy, pink slit. The black girl quivered with delight as she felt that lewd instrument caressing the tenderest flesh. Debbie used his prick as though it were a finger and made sure that she pressed it firmly against her friend's rigid little clitoris repeatedly. As she worked it back and forth she noticed that the head was gathering a thick coating of juices from LaWanda's hotly aroused cunt.
"Mmmm, I can't help it," she moaned, levering his prick away from the girl's slit and tilting the head down to her own face. "I've got to have it again!"
With that she popped the head of Hugh's prick into her mouth. The distinctive flavor of LaWanda's cunt, very much like her own, stirred her lustfully aroused senses to a new pitch of anticipation. After running her tongue over the soft, sponge-like head of the big tool and bobbing her head up and down with vigor, she pulled away and pushed the moist tool back toward LaWanda's cunt. The girl was waiting expectantly and groaned with delight as she felt the hot, comforting presence of Hugh's prick one more.
"Ahhhh, put it in my cunt!" the girl breathed. "God, I'm gonna come as soon as I feel it going it, I know I will! Ooooh, it's been so long since I've felt a prick in my cunt!"
Debbie settled the head of that big tool into place and held it firmly. LaWanda lowered herself and forced the rim of her cunt down upon Hugh's cock with confidence. Debbie's eyes grew big and round with surprise as she saw the rim of the tiny cunt bulging into a big, perfect circle. The head of Hugh's cock easily slipped into that opening and LaWanda let out a long, whimpering moan of delicious pleasure. She lowered herself further, driving her wet, hot cunt farther down that thick shaft. Throughout she did not give any sign of discomfort, much to Debbie's surprise.
"Ohhhh, are you ever tight!" Hugh groaned. "So hot and wet! Mmmm, just grind it down, fuck me to death!"
Debbie watched until she could no longer stand the terrible tension eating away at her cunt. Looking up, she caught an encouraging look from Hugh and decided that she would avail herself of the offer implicit in his eyes. She scrambled upward and straddled his face, sitting with her back to La Wanda's. Hugh grasped her hips, digging his fingers in tight, guided her feverish, hot-lipped pussy down to his mouth.
La Wanda's slow, grinding fuck inspired him to use his tongue with devastating effect. He licked her slowly, tracing the outline of that sensual crevice in a way that threatened to release a tornado of sexual torment at once. Debbie writhed about, gasping out wildly, and surrendered to the pentup emotion that had gripped her cunt and womb. Hugh's tongue played over her clitoris, sending out bone-melting charges of fleshly joy, and then moved back to probe the mouth of her cunt. Debbie screamed softly when she felt herself being penetrated and the sensation released all the tension accumulated in her loins.
LaWanda, meanwhile, had added to the devastating effect of Hugh's big cock by stroking her clitoris with her own fingers. Between the different forms of sexual excitement, she quickly arrived at the peak of her own arousal. Grunting obscenely, she heaved her body to and fro with short, choppy motions of her hips and made his cock caress every surface of her cunt. As her climax became stronger and her cunt began contracting in rhythm with her pulsations of release, Hugh found that he could no longer hold back his own pleasure.
Grunting and stabbing frantically with his tongue, he dealt out a long series of exciting caresses directly into the heart of Debbie's cunt. She felt as though her loins were being torn apart by the furious spasms of orgiastic frenzy but she could not help continuing to pump and grind against his mouth. Again and again she pressed down, grunting and gasping frantically with increasing strength.
When Hugh's prick burst into flooding life within La Wanda's tight, furiously clutching cunt, the black girl became a veritable dynamo of fucking activity. Snapping her hips to and fro, she made her cunt into a hot, wet fist that flashed up and down the big, meaty stalk that probed deep into her flesh. As his sperm gushed out in hot, jetting spurts, she quivered heavily but continued writhing about in ways that added to Hugh's vast pleasure.
They continued to twist and heave against each other until they had exhausted every trace of sexual feeling in their bodies. Debbie pitched forward, totally enervated by the violence of the climax Hugh had sucked from her cunt, and curled up at his head while LaWanda slipped off him and lay at his side. Even though she had been fucked almost senseless, she still reached out to take his big prick into her hand and hold it firmly.
CHAPTER TEN
When Debbie recovered her senses enough to become aware of her surroundings, she saw that LaWanda had shifted her position. The black girl now had her cheek resting on Hugh's belly and the tip of his prick was in her mouth. She was not sucking him vigorously but the slow, gentle movement of her tongue around the big head had already brought the big tool back to a full erection.
"Wow, you really did it!" Debbie marveled. "You really brought him off! And you got all of that big thing in you, too!"
"Sure I did!" LaWanda said, momentarily pulling away from the big tool and giving Debbie a friendly grin. "Girl, a cunt's got more give to it than you'd ever think, just looking at it. He stretched me out pretty good, but what the hell, that just made it feel better'n ever!"
"She's got a cunt as tight as any I ever felt," Hugh said. "She didn't stretch all that easily, I can tell you! Man, was that ever a ride!"
"So it's true," Debbie mused. "That a girl doesn't get real loose, I mean, just because she makes it with a lot of guys! I'd heard that before but I didn't quite know whether I ought to believe it or not."
"Yeah, it's true," Hugh told her. "Of course, it helps a lot if you're really active, physically, and keep in good shape. But how much you fuck, that doesn't have much to do with whether you're loose or tight as far as I can see."
"If getting a lot of cock made your cunt bigger," LaWanda said with a scornful laugh, "then I oughtta have a hole between my legs about the size of the Grand Canyon! Man, I never saw anything I liked any better'n a good, hard cock!"
With that she resumed her sucking. Debbie moved around to watch and saw that a portion of h is cock remained outside the girl's voracious mouth. That portion still glistened wetly with the accumulated oils of sexual activity and she bent down to sample them for herself. She found that the piquant flavor of La Wanda's cunt combined with the heavier, salty taste of Hugh's sperm to make an intoxicatingly delicious mixture. Exclaiming with delight, she fastened her lips to the shaft of the tool that remained outside LaWanda's hot lips, she buried her lips in the soft, wet fur at the base of that tool, then sucked his balls into her mouth and rolled them about with her tongue.
"God, you two aren't going to let me have any rest at all!" Hugh groaned, though the fervor with which he worked the head of his cock back and forth inside LaWanda's mouth showed that he did not seriously object to their attentions. "Ohhh, wow, that's out of sight! Just keep doing it like that and I'll give you another shot of come!"
At first Debbie thought LaWanda wanted exactly that. The girl worked her face around that broad shaft with increasing vigor, just as though she intended bringing him off with a mighty flourish, but after sucking with exceptional diligence for another minute or so she suddenly pulled away and gave up her prize.
"You want to finish him off?" she asked, looking down at Debbie. "He feels like he's about ready to pop! I'd take it myself but since I already had him go off in my cunt, maybe it's your turn. You want it?"
"Mmmmm, do I ever!" Debbie whispered as her clitoris gave a mighty throb of sensual approval. "I'd love to suck him off!"
"Hey, maybe I've got a better idea," Hugh suggested. "LaWanda, what if you were to get on me again and fuck me till I was almost there? And then you slid off and Debbie finished me off with a blow job? Man, that sounds like the best ever!"
"Yeah, it suits me," LaWanda quickly agreed. "How about it, Debbie? I warn you, though, this cunt of mine's just as sloppy as it can be! I've still got about a quart of his cream up me, it feels like!"
"That'll make it better than ever!" Debbie found herself saying. "I think it'd be better that way! I'd like to have it when it's wet and hot from your cunt, I really would!"
Her decision clinched the matter. LaWanda, seemingly ready for any kind of sexual activity, mounted him once more and Debbie guided his stiff, throbbing cock between the lips of the girl's pussy. Just before the big head wedged its way into the mouth of that tight little cunt, she saw a huge blob of thick, slippery semen appear in the girl's crevice. The vivid contrast between the clotted cream and the dark, chocolate hue of La Wanda's flesh made the sight more visually appealing and Debbie felt her pussy begin aching with a dull, steady beat. LaWanda wasted no time in applying herself to the task before her and showed no trace of resentment at being put in the position of fucking him almost to a climax without being allowed to finish the task. Once she had two-thirds of the thick rod firmly lodged in her cunt, she began contracting and flexing her finely tuned abdominal muscles and making them grip Hugh's prick in a variety of ways, all of them fiercely exciting. He grunted out sharply and surged into her loins with renewed strength as he felt her cunt massaging his prick.
Debbie watched with rapidly growing interest as that thick, swollen tool speared far up into La Wanda's strategically placed cunt. At times the girl leaned forward slightly, opening herself even further to him, and his cock slid in until only an inch or two of the bulky stem remained outside her body. The sight of his lust-stiffened cock working back and forth in that richly moistened crevice brought Debbie's own pussy to a state of boiling, throbbing readiness and she began to wonder if she might not be going to come before Hugh. She reached down to caress her pussy's hotly charged lips and found herself hovering on the brink of a climax.
Before she could increase that violent charge of sensual feeling to the point of an explosion, Hugh grunted out a quavering warning. LaWanda, listening closely, quickly slipped off him and moved aside. His cock, a glistening beacon of masculine power, reared up from his loins like a pole and drew Debbie's attention toward itself. She moved into place at once and bent over him, eager to get the big prick into her mouth at once.
LaWanda's richly inseminated cunt had left a thick film of mixed sexual fluids along the length of his prick. A few thick clots of sperm added further exciting decorations to its surface, making it more attractive than ever. Debbie moved about until she could get her mouth into the proper position, the one that would enable her to take every inch of his prick into her lips, and then began sucking furiously.
Her tongue curled around the thick head and teased the most sensitive parts as she formed a powerful vacuum and worked her mouth back and forth. Hugh, stung to the core by her uninhibited display, lifted his loins up and thrust into her mouth, fucking deep. The head of his prick easily slipped into her throat, then farther down it until the entirety of his prick was inside her mouth. Debbie felt a shudder of absolute ecstasy pulse over her flesh as her lips brushed into the matted, wiry hair growing at the base of that big rod.
"My God, you're sucking the whole thing!" LaWanda gasped. Her eyes widened in horror as she saw every inch of Hugh's oversized prick disappear into Debbie's waiting mouth. "You're deep throating the fucker! Omigod, I never thought I'd see anybody take one that big, not all the way!"
"Ohhhh, shit!" Hugh groaned as his loins trembled with anticipation. "She's got it all, she's sucking me all the way down! Ohhhh, get it on, Debbie, get it on and suck my nuts off! Unnngggghhhh! Aurrrrrgggghhhh!"
Tensing every muscle in his body, he fucked his prick into her throat with long, powerful strokes that could lead to only one result. Faster and faster he worked that massive cock back and forth until finally he dug his heels into the grass and brought his hips higher. Quivering and shuddering with ecstasy, he held himself there for a moment. Debbie recognized that the final spasm of orgiastic joy was preparing to flash through his body and she made her mouth work harder than ever.
The richly sensual taste of his come, mixed with the equally affecting flavor of LaWanda's thoroughly aroused cunt, had turned her taste buds into yet another source of deep sexual excitement. As she sucked hard at his cock and enjoyed the unique feel of the tool in her mouth, the taste of cunt and come reminded her of the all-out fuck she had just witnessed. Thus aroused from a variety of sources, Debbie's passionate nature responded strongly and lent an additional measure of abandon to the way she sucked him.
She felt that first throbbing spasm of sexual release and then the jet of hot, viscous sperm gushed deep into her throat. She thereupon pulled her head away slightly, just enough for her to capture the thudding, pulsating knob of his cock in her mouth and have the hot sperm spraying directly over her tongue and taste buds. He continued to come, shuddering heavily, and more of the thick, creamy semen gushed into her mouth. Debbie swallowed furiously and felt an answering spasm of orgiastic pleasure shoot through her own loins. The sympathetic response to Hugh's climax raced outward from her cunt and clitoris with quick, daring strokes that turned her midsection into a heaving whirlpool of sexual joy.
"Unnngggghhhh! Aggghhhhh!" Hugh grunted out as his balls pumped madely. "Ohhhh, suck it all! Suck my cock! Take it all, every drop!
Auuurrrgggghhhh! Owwwww!"
LaWanda watched intently as Debbie drained his prick completely. She could see the thick tool's base throbbing repeatedly. That, together with Hugh's low, whimpering cries of joy, assured her that he was indeed shooting his load directly into the girl's throat. She found it amazing that Debbie could still have her virginity and yet be so accomplished at bringing him off orally. Had she not witnessed the feat herself she would not have believed it, in fact. Debbie's skilled, uninhibited performance made it quite clear that she had mastered the art of oral lovemaking, however, and Hugh gave every indication of finding it a truly masterful performance.
Debbie sucked until she was certain that his balls had completely emptied themselves. When she lifted her face off his loins and allowed his cock to fall down onto his stomach, the big rod was half-wilted. LaWanda lifted it with her fingers and it waved about limply, though it was still of a size big enough to look very menacing. She gave it a rueful look and shook her head sorrowfully.
"Man, you really took it out of him!" she said. "Looks like this old boy might not be much good to us for a while!"
Debbie felt an absurd sense of pride when she realized that she had, simply through sucking him, reduced that stiff, swollen tool to so inconsequential a thing. The fact that she had done so, while also giving Hugh a great deal of pleasure, reinforced her fondness of having a prick in her mouth. Was this the end of the affair, she asked herself? Had she and LaWanda ruined Hugh for further fucking that day?
"We'll just give him a little time to get over that one," LaWanda said, as if she were able to read her mind, "and then we'll see if we can't get some life back into that thing! A stud like him, it ought not to take long to get him back into shape where we can have some more fun!"
"Hey, if you just want to get off I can suck you off," Hugh said. "My cock might be out of action for a while but I can still eat pussy!"
"I'll bet you can," LaWanda told him, "but I've got something else in mind. Yeah, I've been thinking that I'd like to get that prick of yours up my ass! How about that, Hugh? Ever fucked a girl up the ass? You think you'd like that?"
Hugh said that he had never sodomized a girl but informed her that he would be extremely willing to try. Debbie nearly choked with surprise upon hearing her friend's statement. She could not conceive of that tiny wisp of a girl actually taking Hugh's king-sized prick in her ass, which was surely smaller and tighter, even, than her cunt, yet LaWanda stated her desire frankly and without any kind of emotional fanfare.
"Hey, it's a great way to fuck!" LaWanda said when Debbie expressed her own misgivings. "Sure, it hurts a little, especially with a guy that's hung like Hugh, but that doesn't last long. Mmmm, when he gets it in good and your asshole loosens up a little, look out! And when he starts it in real deep and jigging back and forth, just before his balls let go, man, that's just the best fucking ever! Especially if you're giving yourself a good rub at the same time, massaging that little buzzer so you're geting it in both holes at once! I'm telling you, Debbie, it's like you were being split right in two!"
La Wanda's animated rehearsal of the peculiar joys of anal sex had a powerful effect on Hugh. His cock quickly regained its size and he gave every indication of being ready to attempt the act. LaWanda grinned triumphantly and turned to him, assuming a kneeling position that presented her buttocks to him. She cautioned him to anoint her asshole liberally with oils of her cunt, since a well lubricated channel was an absolute necessity, and to grease his cock with more of these deliciously erotic juices.
"Just run that cock up my cunt a minute before you try sticking it in my brownie," she advised him. "That'll get it in first class shape and then you can see what it's like. Mmmm, I just know this is going to be out of sight!"
Debbie watched with rapt, total fascination as Hugh carried out her instructions to the letter. He wormed a finger into her cunt, still plentifully bedewed with his prick's flood of sperm, and transferred a generous amount of the thick, viscous fluid to the girl's puckered anus. He worked his finger deep and distributed the lubricant over every part of the tight little crevice his finger could reach. Then he planted his cock in her cunt and ran it deep, allowing it to soak up another measure of that sensual salve.
LaWanda smiled at Debbie and suggested that she guide his cock into place when he had removed it from her cunt Debbie sprang into action and did so, quivering with renewed excitement as she touched the wet, slippery shaft. She aimed it squarely into place and watched closely. Hugh leaned against the black girl's ass, steadying himself by grasping her hips, and pressed harder. His cock swayed momentarily, unable to penetrate the tight ring of flesh ahead, but then it gradually nudged the anal sphincter open and forced its way inside. LaWanda groaned softly, a sound of mingled agony and delight, but held her place with admirable resolution.
LaWanda then reached back with her right hand and began caressing the lips of her pussy. She lowered her head down to the grass and knelt there, rump high in the air, as Hugh forced more and more of his stiff prick up her ass. Debbie watched closely and still found it difficult to believe that the act was really happening, though her eyes registered every detail of their coupling.
"Ugggghhhhh! It's the tightest thing I ever felt!" Hugh moaned. "Wow, it's the greatest fucking ever! Mmmm, just hold it right there, baby, and I'll be shooting come so quick you won't know what happened!"
The novelty of the act, together with the unsurpassed tightness of La Wanda's asshole, proved to be enough to bring his balls into action with nearrecord time. No more than half the thick shaft had disappeared into the girl's asshole, yet she was already quivering and trembling mightily, Debbie saw. He grimaced and continued pressing harder against the girl's waiting rump. Suddenly he threw his head back, sucked in a deep breath of air and thrust his hips forward. Debbie saw the muscles of his belly ripple and heard the quavering, pained grunt of absolute ecstasy welling from his throat and knew that he had pushed himself to the limit and beyond.
"Ohhhh, yeah, get it on!" LaWanda suddenly cried out. "Mmmm, fuck it in deeper! Oooooh, cream! Shoot your fucking nuts off, right up my ass! Mmmmm, do it now! Get it on, damn you, get it on and come! Let me feel your nuts going off in my ass. Ohhh, shoot that fucking-Annnggghhhhh owwwwww! Aaaaiiieeeee!"
Suddenly she humped back against him. The cheeks of her ass contracted powerfully and she rubbed her fingers up and down the feverishly aroused lips of her pussy with short, jerky strokes. Her cries mounted in intensity and then trailed off into a series of quick yelps. Hugh fucked his prick into her ass for another moment, frantically trying to extract the last ounce of sperm from his balls, and then gave a long, tremulous sigh of complete release. Slowly he leaned over her ass until his belly was pressed into her back.
"Mmmm, I'm fucked out!" he whispered. "I can't take any more of it! Ohhhhh, my cock's worn off!"
He exaggerated, of course, but when he fell down at LaWanda's side the big tool had clearly lost every bit of its life. Limp and smaller than before, it hung down weakly and quickly receded to an even smaller size. Debbie, still watching, saw LaWanda's anus wink shut as soon as the thick tool had left its grasp. The girl slowly extended her body forward and lay flat on the grass, belly down, without saying a word.
Hugh stirred in a few minutes and began dressing. His cock still flopped uselessly and LaWanda, for once, showed no interest in the once formidable tool. She rolled onto her side and watched him dress but made no further attempt at getting up. Hugh waited around for another moment or two and then, seeing that neither girl was going to follow him, took his leave.
"God, it was even better than I'd hoped!" LaWanda said when he had gone. "Ohhh, honey, getting it like that, it's just too much! I think I'm going to have to spend the rest of the day here!"
"It ... it didn't seem to hurt you," Debbie said. "I mean, it didn't tear you open or anything!"
"Of course not!" LaWanda said. "Oh, it hurt a little-damn, that bastard's hung!-but that didn't last more'n a minute or so. After that, honey, it was just pure heaven! Ooooh, I can still feel that big tool, almost, just so hot and hard, and plowing right up my asshole! Yeah, and then when he started to cream, that was just the living, blue-eyed end! Lord, I thought my cunt was going to melt and run down right in my hand!"
Debbie waited until LaWanda was ready to leave and joined her. For a long time after that exciting interlude her mind dwelt on a single image: she could see Hugh's massive prick slowly forcing the girl's anus apart, forming it into a gigantic circle and pushing its way inside. Afterward, when she was back in her room and had tested her own anus's resilience with a tentative finger, finding that orifice to be vastly sensitive, she promised herself that she would try her best to ensure that Pete's cock found its way into that part of her body. As soon as he had taken his prick from her cunt, she told herself, she would force him to place it in her ass. With that resolution firmly in mind, she fingerfucked herself into another spasm of lusty oblivion and then sank back onto her bed, ready for a long afternoon nap.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
LaWanda discovered, much to her rage, that her lustfully pleasing interlude with Hugh Mann was to be no more than that. The team director posted a notice the next morning stating that injured athletes, those unable to compete, would have to leave the training site. Reasons of economy dictated the move, he said in the notice, and it was to be implemented at once.
That cheap bastard!" LaWanda raged to Debbie. "Just when I find a man who knows how to fuck and can use his cock, they take him away!"
The notice drew some critical news stories but the Olympic Committee backed up the team director. Their finances would not allow for such luxuries, they said, and that was that
"And all these other studs are so into training you'd think we were living in a monastery!" LaWanda wailed. "Honest to God, ifs almost enough to make a girl turn queer!"
There was nothing to do but accept the fact, however, and that they did. Debbie pointed out that they had at least had one exciting meeting with Hugh, though LaWanda drew little consolation from that. It had been, she said, just enough to whet her appetite but not enough to dull it. The news reporters, trainers and other hangers on at the camp were a dull lot, she thought, and not one had a spark of interest about him. Thus barred from her favorite form of relaxation, LaWanda threw herself into the final phases of her training with more energy than ever.
"I'm telling you one thing," she said to Debbie one afternoon after an especially grueling workout, "and that's this: the first guy that gets next to me after I run my last race in Montreal, he'd sure better watch out! I'm just liable to tear his cock off! Yeah, and his balls too!"
"Maybe you'll like Herbie," Debbie suggested. "I'm sort of looking forward to seeing him again."
"If I do, I'll sure help you work him down," the girl answered. "But who knows what'll happen up there? You might decide to get rid of that cherry of yours and there I'd be, having to sit back and diddle myself while you lovebirds went at it hot and heavy!"
Debbie still had not told her of her passion for her own brother. She knew that LaWanda fancied Pete and at times she teased herself with idle speculations about the future. She liked to imagine abandoned, bawdy scenes in which the four of them herself, Pete, LaWanda and Herbie-were sprawled out on a huge bed, arms and legs entwined, with each of them inciting the other three on to more and more depraved forms of licentious love play.
Debbie knew that LaWanda was not a perfect stranger to at least some forms of group lovemaking, since the girl had already told her about a wild party at her college in which two guys had ended up in bed with three girls. Not one of the five had an inhibition worthy of the name, as LaWanda described the scene, and before the sun had dawned on them the next morning they were all exhausted.
At times she desperately wanted to confide in the girl, who was proving herself to be a steady, reliable friend, but the right time never appeared. As they were packing for the trip to Montreal, Debbie hovered at the point of confessing everything to her roommate but their coach appeared just before she had committed herself and she did not feel like resuming the conversation afterward.
Another disaster struck the day after they had arrived in Montreal. Several of them went out for a quick workout early in the morning of the day of the opening ceremony was to be held, a damp, dreary morning, and Pete sustained a severe sprain on his left knee while attempting to step over a small pool of water on the track before him. He went down in a heap and did not get up. Debbie, a short distance away, ran over to him and saw at once that he was in great pain. The trainer hurried over, diagnosed the injury and called for stretchers and an ambulance, which quickly arrived.
"It's not a crippling injury," the team physician told Debbie after X-rays and other tests had been taken, "but it's enough to keep him out of the events. He ought to be able to run again, but not for another month or so."
Pete's injury naturally blackened Debbie's day and made the opening ceremony of the games a sad thing. She visited him in the hospital that afternoon, with LaWanda in two, and they found him in surprisingly good sprits. His knee rested on a pillow and was surrounded by ice packs.
"I'll be able to move around tomorrow," he told them. "I could get out of bed now but they want to get some more X-rays, just to be sure."
"Oh, Pete, that's such a bummer!" Debbie muttered.
Once she had been satisfied that the injury was not serious, she had naturally thought of their agreement to explore their own sexuality after the Games. She did not care to mention that prospect now, not in the hospital room, but Pete had no such restraint. Taking advantage of a moment when LaWanda was not watching, he pressed the thin hospital gown down on his belly and showed her the outline of his prick. The tool was already fully grown, or so it appeared to her eyes, and looked immense. As she stood beside his bed, gaping mindlessly, he took her hand and guided it under the hem of the short gown. Her fingers closed over the thick shaft and gripped it with convulsive power.
"Hey, what's this?" LaWanda said, turning suddenly before Debbie could get her hand free. "Ahhhh, copping a feel, I see! Oh, wow, that's beautiful, the two of you feeling each other up like that!"
Debbie was highly embarrassed but she could do nothing to conceal the fact that she had been caught in the act of feeling her own brother's prick. LaWanda seemed not to find it remarkable, that she was interested in feeling of his cock, and Debbie concluded that for her, as for Cathy, the incest barrier did not exist. The girl came over to the bed, watching closely, and when Pete did not release Debbie's hand, she smiled broadly.
"Room enough for two under there?" she asked, boldly eyeing Pete.
"Stick your hand under and find out!" he instantly replied.
She did so and immediately made a face of surprise. Pushing back the hem of the gown, she looked down at the naked prize and drew in a deep breath, then expelled it with a low whistle of utter admiration.
"Oh, man, a real dandy!" she whispered. "Debbie, I've been wondering what you were saving that cherry for and now I know! Man, I don't blame you a bit! That thing was just made for fucking!"
"I ... we ... well, we were going to wait till after the Games," Debbie said, feeling very uncomfortable. "You know, so as not to bother Pete's running and all."
"Yeah, but not that he's not going to run, why save it?" LaWanda asked, giving them both a big grin of conspiratorial delight. "Sure, why don't you get up there and work it down for him, honey? A stiff like that, it's bound to need some tender, loving care!"
"Oh, I couldn't!" Debbie protested. "Not right here in a hospital room, where some nurse might walk in and ... ohhh, I just couldn't!"
"Yeah, I guess not," LaWanda agreed. "Some of these nurses, they see a big prong like that and they just might want to get in on the act themselves! I'll tell you what, though: if you want to go down on him real quick I'll stand over here by the door and keep watch. By the time that nurse got in here, you could be sitting over there and looking like a nun! She'd never know!"
Debbie had retained her hold on her brother's cock, which was exerting a powerfully sensual force on her. La Wanda's suggestion, together with the magnetism flowing from his prick through her hand and into her body, was enough to convert the suggestion into a powerful desire. Debbie nodded her agreement and LaWanda went over to the door, which was slightly ajar. There she took up a position and peeked out into the hallway. Seeing no one nearby, she gave the go-ahead signal to Debbie, who took a deep breath and then bent over her brother's prostrate form.
She carefully peeled back the tight foreskin, drawing it back slow until the entire head was poised and naked. Pete's readiness manifested itself in the form of a thick droplet of clear fluid that welled out of the eye at the tip of his thick cock. Debbie felt her body quivering with anticipation as she saw that warning signal of readiness appear and then she bent forward to take it on the tip of her tongue.
"Mmmm," she moaned as she salty essence of masculine sexuality flowed from taste buds to her brain and then over her body. "Mmmm, so good! Ohhhh, Pete, I'll suck you, I'll suck your cock dry!"
The taste of his seminal drip inspired her and she closed her lips around the head of his prick with enthusiasm. Her tongue cradled the big, spongy knob and pressed it against her mouth's roof. Groaning deep in her throat, she worked her face around the axis of his cock's shaft and then forced her lips farther down that broad shaft. The head of his prick nosed into her throat and for a moment it seemed that she would be able to take all the big too.. That was not to be, however, and she had to content herself with massaging the head of his prick. That proved to be quite enough.
Pete had been observing his training rules with exemplary devotion, as he later said, and had not had a woman in over three weeks. That relatively long period of celibacy ensured that his sexual response would be swift and dramatic. He held himself motionless for a moment and felt a quiver of marvelous delight pulse outward from his cock. Then he placed his hands on the bed and levered himself up off the bed. The lift brought a dart of pain to his injured knead and he grimaced fiercely, though he continued pressing upward into his sister's hot, ready mouth. She worked her tongue more firmly against the sensitive parts of that big rod and continued grinding her mouth around the head.
Debbie's oral skills surprised him but they were so effective that he could not pause to admire them. The ferocity of her oral assault invigorated his loins and spurred him into additional thrusts, with the result that his balls quickly reached the bursting point. He surged up into his sister's waiting mouth again and then reached down to press her head down more firmly against his loins. LaWanda, watching from the doorway, grinned broadly when she saw the spasm of pure lusty delight pass over his face; she recognized it as a sign that Debbie's mouth would soon be filled with hot, lust-reeking sperm.
Pete's cock performed miracles of lusty flooding. His first jet of come burst into her mouth like a runaway skyrocket and the second followed in quick order, spattering against the roof of her mouth with almost as much force. The flooding bursts of raw sperm inflamed her tongue and senses with new lust and she swallowed rapidly. The thick, slippery semen easily slipped down her throat and, as his big prick continued throbbing in her mouth, additional spurts of the highly invigorating cream gushed against her tongue.
Debbie worked her face around the shaft of his prick with something like total freedom as she drew the sensual cream into her throat. Her lips registered every pumping beat of his prick and she was able to devote herself to sucking him, since she was not masturbating. She sucked as powerfully as she could and did not stop until Pete pushed her face away, groaning with anguish as the sensations mounted to the point of being intolerable.
"God, I can't stand it any more!" he whispered. "Mmmmm, you're killing me! You're sucking my cock off! Ooooooh, it's so good it hurts!"
Debbie swallowed the last of his come and looked up at him. The expression of satisfaction on his handsome face gave her a feeling of vast pleasure; she knew that she had sucked him to a standstill and that she had served him well. That knowledge more than compensated for her own lack of climactic release, a fact that surprised her, but it was nevertheless true.
"As soon as you get out of this hospital room there'll be a lot more that," she promised him. "Yes, I'll suck you again! And I'm going to get this cunt of mine around your cock before long, and then I'm going to try to fuck you right into the ground! If I can't hold out long enough to wear you down, then LaWanda here is hot for you too; she'll be ready to take you the rest of the way!"
"Yeah, she's telling it like it is!" LaWanda said from the doorway. "And if you don't believe it, then too bad for you!"
"I believe it," Pete told them. "Ohhh, do I ever! And as soon as I get out of this bed and we can get it together, we'll take it the rest of the way, Sis, I swear it! Yeah, I'll split that cherry of yours in two and fuck you till you don't know which end's up!"
It was not till she was walking out of the hospital that Debbie realized the seriousness of what she had done. She had not only admitted to her supposedly unnatural passion for her brother, she had also demonstrated the depths of that desire in front of LaWanda-and all without a tremor of guilt or hesitancy! She could not explain to herself how she had managed to be so bold but the distinctive aftertaste of her brother's come reassured her that she was not merely imagining the act: she had really sucked his prick and he had given her a deliciously full charge of sperm.
Fortunately for her self-esteem, LaWanda proved to be highly supportive. Where some girls might have teased her about going down on her own brother, and doing it in circumstances which could easily have led to embarrassments of the most; severe kind, LaWanda acted as though the act had been the most natural thing in the world. Indeed, she gave every indication that she envied Debbie in having access to that wonderfully shaped prick, an attitude that went a long way toward comforting Debbie. LaWanda also acted as though their future was a settled thing and seemed to have no doubt that they would proceed to get Pete's cock lodged in his sister's virginal slit at the earliest possible chance. As soon as they had left the hospital, for example, LaWanda began discussing possible places which they might use for the meeting.
LaWanda's parents had not been able to come to Montreal and Debbie's mother, a widow, had also been forced to remain at home. Thus they did not have to worry about parents, a factor that considerably eased their freedom of movement. As far as their coaches were concerned, they had to attend the daily training sessions, show up for the scheduled preliminary heats, and attend the daily team meetings, but otherwise they were on their own. Pete's injury forbade any extended treks into the woods, even had a secluded area been available to them, and the team dormitories were too crowded and too busy to provide a very congenial setting for Debbie's initiation into lovemaking.
Herbie Mason provided them with the best solution they could have imagined. As Debbie had hoped, he hit it off with LaWanda at once and promised her that he would participate in every form of sensual debauchery once he had run his last race. When he learned that Debbie had focused her attention on her brother and that she and Pete were intending to go to bed together, he snapped his fingers and assured them that they had nothing to worry about.
"Easiest thing in the world!" he said.
One of his college friends, he told them, had taken a luxurious apartment in a district near the team dormitory and would readily turn it over to them for a morning or an afternoon. He had rented the apartment partly for purposes of partying and would have no objection to their using it.
"So, all we've got to do is figure out when," Herbie said, "and let him know. He'll leave the key out and ... well, it's use your own imagination after that!"
"So, why don't you take it tomorrow?" LaWanda suggested, turning to grin at Debbie. "You don't run tomorrow, so it's there if you want it!"
"Yeah, that's true," Debbie agreed. "But you know, I was sort of hoping that ... well, maybe you and Herbie'd like to be there, too. I mean, we could make it a sort of group thing, you know? All of us in bed together? I'd like that a lot, I think, and especially after you two have been so nice and all!"
"Why, I think that's one of the nicest things anybody's every said to me!" LaWanda said. "Sure, that'd be a gas, honey, but are you sure? I mean, some girls, they'd rather be by themselves with the guy."
"No, I'd rather be with my friends," Debbie assured her.
She consulted Pete about the question when she visited him in his dormitory room that afternoon, he was allowed to live with the team, even though he could not participate-and found that he wholeheartedly agreed with her. When she asked, he frankly said that he found LaWanda highly attractive and that he greatly enjoyed Herbie's company.
"Sure, it'd be great, having them there too," he told her. "And if you want to switch off and make it with Herbie for a while, that's all right too. As long as you don't mind me screwing LaWanda, I mean!"
CHAPTER TWELVE
Due to scheduling problems, they had to wait two more days before they could use the apartment Herbie's friend had rented. Herbie himself had a lot to do with the delay, since he ran his last race late the afternoon of the day before. As it happened, he missed moving up into the final eight men for the half mile, turning in a time one-tenth of a second slower than the cutoff point LaWanda and Debbie sought to console him for his loss but he needed very little of their sympathy.
"No, I did my thing," he told them after the results had been posted. "And I did it about as good as I can, too. Those other cats, they just ran faster than me, that's all!"
Both Debbie and LaWanda had a chance to get into the final eight slots in their respective events but they were not scheduled to run for another couple of days. They therefore felt perfectly free to take advantage of Herbie's loss and to proceed with their plan. Pete agreed, naturally, and they arranged to meet outside the team dormitory at ten o'clock the next morning. Herbie went off to call his friend and came back to report that the apartment would be theirs until six o'clock the next day.
Debbie tossed and turned restlessly that night but finally got to sleep. She awoke early the next morning and felt very fresh. After waking LaWanda and going down to the dining room for a hearty breakfast, she went back to her room and fidgeted impatiently. LaWanda watched her, knowing the agony of delay, but could find little with which to comfort he girl. They tried playing cards, listened to records and took showers but nothing helped. As the time dragged on, Debbie could feel herself growing warmer and wetter, a predictable reaction.
"By the time we get into that apartment," LaWanda told her, "you'll probably be so raunchy you'll just rape that poor guy!"
"Yeah, unless I rape him on my way over there!" Debbie replied. "Damn, you know what I've been thinking all morning? I've asked myself why it is that I've waited so long to get myself fucked! And I still haven t come up with a very good answer!"
"That's easy: you've just been waiting for the right guy to come along," LaWanda said. "Anybody could see that. And now he has, so you're sitting on top of the world."
"It feels more like I were sitting on top of a time bomb," Debbie said, moving about uncomfortably.
"Wow, I'm already so turned on I can't get comfortable any way."
"Yeah, it takes a girl that way sometimes," LaWanda agreed. "Seems like even walking gets to be tedious. You know, with the tops of your legs working against that slit and brushing the meat! Even your clothes rubbing against it, that's enough to set your teeth on edge. Why don't you leave your panties here? It might be easier to get around without them."
Debbie replied by flipping up the hem of the short dress she had worn that morning and showing her friend that she had already removed her underwear. LaWanda grinned upon seeing the girl's naked pussy and lifted her own abbreviated skirt, showing off her own naked loins.
"All those guys need is a hard-on," LaWanda said with a hearty giggle, "and we'll be in business."
"I've got a feeling that they won't come up short in that department," Debbie said. "I'm sure we can count on them!"
Her guess proved to be a well founded one, as they saw when they met Pete and Herbie outside the dormitory. Both men sported definite bulges in the front of their trousers, a sight that naturally intensified the lusty tremors already working their way through Debbie's hot loins. Fortunately they did not have to walk far to get to the apartment Herbie had borrowed. A long wait, Debbie felt, would have been sheer torture.
The apartment was located in a high rise overlooking a picturesque section of the old city. Opulently furnished and large, it provided them with the perfect setting for their enterprise. Herbie's friend had even left out a bottle of dry white wine for them, though they had been in training so long they had lost nearly all their taste for alcohol.
Upon completing a quick circle of the apartment's big living room, Debbie turned to Pete and folded her arms around his neck. He was only slightly taller than she and their lips met easily. Debbie felt a flood of sexual arousal flash through her body when she opened her mouth to his questing tongue and returned the caress with one of her own. She leaned against him, pressing her swollen breasts and aching loins firmly against him, and felt an even stronger charge of sexual electricity pulse over her skin. At that moment more than anything else in the world, she wanted to be totally naked and to press her bare flesh against his.
Pulling away from him for a moment, she unzipped the back of her dress and shrugged out of it, allowing the rumpled material to fall to her waist. She had not worn a bra that morning and her young, firm breasts rose u proudly, directing their flaming nipples directly at Pete. Her long, thorough arousal had left those small cones of lust-darkened flesh hot and sensitive. Big, maroon-colored circles separated the nipple from the larger mound, making an effective and highly stimulating contrast.
Pete stood stock still for a moment, taking in his sister's beauty. She no longer looked or acted like an empty-minded teenager, he could see; she came across that morning as a woman intent upon securing her innermost desire. As he watched, admiring her sensually affecting beauty, she slipped the dress down farther and then stepped out of it. Laying the garment aside and kicking her sandals off, she stood naked before him and invited his closer inspection.
Debbie did not give a thought to Herbie and LaWanda, both of whom stood nearby and enjoyed the sight of her lovely nakedness. The girl spread her feet wider on the thick carpet and rubbed a hand over her thighs, then brought it closer to the lightly furred 'vee at the base of her belly. She was so strenuously aroused that her very pubic hair throbbed to the touch. She knew that he wouldn't be able to look through that light mask of golden-brown hair and see the livid, inflamed slit running down between her thighs and that realization brought another thrill of fleshly delight to her. More than anything else, she knew, she wanted him to see every part of her body, especially the more intimate parts.
After gaping dumbly for a moment or two, Pete began removing his own clothing. He stripped quickly and was soon naked. His cock swung up quickly once it had been released from his briefs; the thick, bulky rod speared up into the air before him and aimed its arrow-like head straight into Debbie's belly. She came toward him and stretched out a hand to take the heavy, hot shaft in her right hand. Moving closer, she guided the head of his prick directly between her quivering thighs and brought it up snugly against the lips of her pussy. The tool's animal heat flowed directly against her clitoris and further invigorated the throbbing sensation between her thighs.
"Mmmm, I've been wanting to feel that for so long!" she whispered. "And now I want to feel it going in! So far up my cunt I'll be full of it, full all the way up to my throat!"
She held the head firmly against the lust-enlivened lips of her pussy for another minute and then moved still closer. She had to lift herself onto the balls of her feet to straddle the thick, heavy rod but she brought her lovemound up snugly against the base of her brother's belly, so that his cock now speared directly between her thighs. The lips of her pussy pressed down hard on the great shaft's rigid surface and she felt even stronger emanations of sexual delight as she rubbed back and forth along its length.
"God, where are the bedrooms?" she whispered in a tight, choked little voice. "Let's find some place and get that thing in me!"
She stepped away from him and he turned, putting a big arm around her shoulders. Debbie's right arm circled his waist and they looked into the first door they approached. It led into a huge bedroom dominated by a picture window looking out onto the city. The curtains were pulled back and the room was flooded with sunlight.
"Perfect!" she muttered. "The whole world could see us if only they could look in that window! Ohhhh, Pete, this is just the way I wanted it to be! This is going to be so good!"
She went over to the huge bed and lay down. LaWanda and Herbie had followed them into the room and watched as she adjusted herself, opening her thighs wide and reaching down to touch her pussy lightly. That livid slit, dark and wet already, had become almost purple. The inner lips had become greatly enlarged and her clitoris reared up at their apex, proudly proclaiming itself and seeming to invite attentions of the most erotic sort. Pete went over to her and knelt between her feet. He did not advance closer for a moment or two, preferring to examine her waiting slit from a distance. That unwinking eye, so red and glaring, seemed to hypnotize him and hold him in a sort of trance. Debbie could feel the force of his gaze, though, and the intensity of his steady look further aroused her.
"Ahhhh, it's like you were fucking me with your eyes!" she murmured in a soft, husky tone. "I can feel your eyes! It's like you were looking right up my cunt! Ooooh, Pete, I'm so ready! I want it so much! I think I'm going to come just as soon as I feel that big, hard prick rubbing up against my pussy!"
"I hope you do!" he replied. "I think I could pop one off right now myself! Maybe we'll both come together as soon as we get connected!"
"Oh, wow, wouldn't that be neat?" she whispered.-"Mmmm, to feel your come shooting all over my cherry even before you pop it apart, that'd be heaven! Yeah, I think I'd like that better than anything!"
She looked over at Herbie and LaWanda, who had both stripped naked, and now stood between the doorway and the bedroom. Herbie's prick had risen out to its full, beautiful size and LaWanda had grasped it, though she was merely holding onto it at the moment. Debbie urged them to get on the bed too. She said that she thought it would be far more arousing if both couples were fucking together, each heaving and writhing in an effort at reaching a state of orgiastic delirium.
"Man, you're really turned on!" LaWanda said. "But yeah, I don't mind getting my cunt stuffed at the same time as you! That'd really get my gander up!"
LaWanda scrambled up onto the bed beside her friend and lay back, pointing her head in the opposite direction from Debbie She calculated that they would both receive an extra charge of sensuality from the dual act if they could look over and see each other's cunt being penetrated by a prick, a stratagem that worked to perfection. She had no compunction at all about sharing a bed with Pete and Debbie, nor had Herbie, who put himself between her thighs with commendable alacrity.
LaWanda stretched out a hand to take his cock as he came closer to her. She forced back the foreskin, exclaiming with pleasure when she saw the way the head of his big cock flare out, and brought the stiff, overheated prize down to the lips of her pussy. She pressed it hard against her flesh and lifted her hips slightly, enough to bring the mouth of her cunt up firmly against the soft, sponge-like head.
"Now give it to me slow!" she muttered. "Work it in good and then let's watch Debbie get her cherry slit wide open!"
Herbie found that an exciting enough prospect to warrant compliance and did exactly as she suggested. His prick forced the rim of her cunt apart and slipped into place, bringing a low, whimpering moan of delight to LaWanda's lips. After working about half the swollen rod into her flesh, he paused and held himself up on his elbows, though his loins pressed down hard on hers. She extended her legs almost full length beside his, clamped her knees tightly against his thighs and gave a tentative, searching grind with her hips. She found that the posture enabled her to work her highly aroused pubis against his flesh with stunning force, a discovery which pleased her no end.
Debbie, meanwhile, had grown steadily more aroused by Pete's hard stare. He seemed to devour her with his eyes, or so she thought, and she was certain that she was going to come before he decided to stretch himself over her and bring his lovely, clitoris-provoking prick down to her flesh. She longed to run her fingers over that proud, tempestuously stirred flesh but dared not, since that would certainly initiate a chain reaction of lusty explosions.
Finally he moved. Lying over her, he held his torso well away from her and nodded for her to take his cock in her hands. Debbie felt a heavy shudder of fleshy anticipation pulse over her body as she did so. The hot length of manhood felt like a bar of white-hot steel and his erection was so pronounced that she had to push hard in order to get it angled down properly. Fortunately she got the thick shaft seated properly at once because, as she suspected, the first contact sent an electrifying charge of sexual delight rocketing through her loins. Holding his prick in place with one hand, she clutched at his ass with the other and surged up against him.
"Give it to me!" she cried out. "Ohhhh, shove it in quick! Ugggghhhh! I'm coming already, Pete, I'm aaggghhhhh! Owwwww!"
The quickness of her response, as well-as its ferocity, together with the suggestive way in which she lifted up her hips to him, were enough to provoke Pete into quick action. His balls were already virtually humming with sexual energy and he leaned into her at once. Debbie sucked in a quick breath when she felt her cunt's rim being stretched by the broad head of his cock. She had had moments of doubt when she wondered if the tool would be able to penetrate her at all but Pete's initial thrust quickly made it clear that there was no reason to harbor such thoughts.
The head of his prick easily breached the tight, moist opening and surged inside. Debbie's hips now snapped down in an involuntary reaction. Her clitoris rubbed firmly against the rigid shaft of his cock and she felt something snap deep inside her womb, just as though a huge rubber band had been pulled taut and then made to burst. A vicious, overwhelming surge of orgiastic release, far more intense than anything she had ever know before, welled up from the depths of her throbbing cunt and quickly spread outward until her entire body was humming with her frenzied climactic rhythms.
Pete felt her cunt's tight, muscle-ringed mouth close down hard around the head of his cock. The outer rim of that tight crevice fitted neatly into the deep, highly sensitive groove separating the head of his prick from the shaft and her hips' rotation brought a shuddering cry of agonized delight from deep in his throat. His balls jangled nervously and then erupted in a lightning quick geyser of foaming sperm. The orgasm mounted so quickly inside his loins that he did not have time to prepare himself properly for it and instead he merely tensed his body, holding himself very still as the first pounding shock of sensual joy shot through his prick.
Debbie shrieked aloud when she felt the first jet of steaming come burst into her cunt. The hot lather splashed against her tender excited flesh with awesome power and another jet, even stronger, quickly followed. She pulled back slightly but then rocked forward again in eagerness. The head of Pete's cock nudged softly against her maidenhead but did not split that tender membrane. Additional showers of hot, lusty sperm burst forth from the head of his prick, spattering the inner walls of the girl's cunt and stinging her into an even more lavish display of sensual appreciation.
"Oohhh, I can feel it!" Debbie wailed. "I can feel it pumping! Ahhhh, you're shooting come all over my cunt! It's up my cunt and you're drowning me in come! Omigod, if s killing me, I can't stop coming! It's making me come more than ever! Mmmmm, fuck me, Pete, fuck me to death!"
Try as he would, he could not will his hips into motion. As his prick and balls collaborated in a triumphant dance of lusty joy, his pleasure mounted to so powerful a pitch that he could not bring himself to move. Debbie's slight motions, together with the convulsive twitching of her agonized cunt, gave him all the stimulation he could possibly want and his body remained motionless. Again and again his prick tensed and pumped mightily, each time expelling another flood of thick sperm into his sister's tension-wracked cunt, but he could not summon up the willpower to drive deeper into her body.
LaWanda and Herbie watched. The awesome power of the couple's dual climax completely engrossed them and they forgot about their own hungers. She could not see Pete's prick but she could see his buttocks contracting and relaxing as his muscles involuntarily reflected the torrent of emotions running through his loins. That steady, spasmodic clutching perfectly betrayed his inner tensions and she knew that his cock had become a veritable pump, channeling great streams of delicious sperm into the girl's cunt. She dug her fingers into Herbie's back as she watched the dying convulsions race though their coupled bodies and then, lying back and looking up at him, she smiled tenderly.
"Hey, big man, it's about time you tried doing something like that yourself!" she said. "Mmmmm, seeing them make it like that, it didn't make me want to do a thing but fuck all day!"
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Once they had dragged their attention away from Debbie and Pete to focus on each other, LaWanda and Herbie wasted no time in completing the act they had begun. LaWanda, in particular, had been strongly affected by the sight and sound of Debbie experiencing her first real contact with a cock and she reacted with breathtaking speed. Clutching at Herbie's ass with both hands, she pulled him into the apex of her loins and humped up at him, snapping her pelvis upward in a gesture of lusty abandon.
"Unnnngggghhhh!" she groaned as he pressed further into her and skewered his rigid, superheated prick deeper into her resilient cunt. "Agggghhhhh! Get it in and fuck! Oooooh, fuck, damn you, fuck! Work it out, baby, work it all out and fuck me harder!"
Herbie withdrew slightly and then slammed into her harder. Another two inches of his stiff prick sliced into her cunt as she rotated that tight, cleft around the shaft that dealt out such thundering spasms of fleshly pleasure. Snapping her hips downward, she pressed her rigid clitoris against the iron shaft of his cock as he withdrew again. As the thick, hot tool scraped out of her cunt, rubbing against her clitoris with an almost unbelievable pressure, she felt her womb flutter and then turn inside out, releasing all its pent-up emotion at once. The long period of sexual arousal had brought an enormous tension to her loins, most of it seemingly compacted in the depths of her cunt, and the first thundering wave of orgiastic delight sent that anxiety flooding out with ferocious strength.
"Annnngggghhh! Owwwww!" she howled as her body became a whirlwind of orgasmic release. "Unnngggghhhh! In! Get it in! Ooooh, fuck it in and come! I wanna feel the come going-ahhhhh!-up my cunt and-ooooh! Uggghhhhh!-Now! Do it now! Get your cock up me and shoot your fucking nuts off! Ahhhhh! Oooooohhh!"
Herbie had originally hoped to stave off his own climax for a time but LaWanda's animated fucking action, together with her desire for him, proved to be too much for him to bear. Grunting out wildly, he pulled his prick halfway out of her throbbing cunt and then hammered the thick, hot shaft into her once more. Again he withdrew, only to drive the big tool home with even greater force. LaWanda ground her hips about on the bed, working her tight little cunt around the head and shaft of his prick as he pumped in and out, and then he drove deep into her body. He pressed harder against her and she felt the first violent shudder of orgasmic delight shoot through his cock. The spurting jet of come, steaming hot and especially violent in strength, gushed out against the hypersensitive walls of her cunt.
Screaming out with anguish, she twisted her ass about on the bed and worked up and down against him. That first jetting shot of sperm stirred him into a short but rapid flurry of pi stoning strokes, each of them harder, until finally he collapsed against her and lay flat, gasping and heaving as his prick coughed out the last weak dribbles of semen. LaWanda wrapped her strong arms around his back and pressed him tightly against her body, murmuring obscene phrases of abandoned delight into his ear as her cunt slowly exhausted itself of all its feeling.
"Ohhhh, you long-dicked cunt-wrecker, you just about fucked me crazy!" she whispered. "Mmmmm, I loved that, every bit of it! Yeah, when you started shooting off those big nuts of yours, I thought it was all over with! And it just went on and on and on till I thought it wasn't ever going to stop! Ooooh, Herbie, you gave it to me just the way I wanted it-long and hot and hard!"
Debbie, meanwhile, had somewhat recovered from the delirious effects of her first climax. She gradually returned to her senses and realized that Pete still lay between her thighs, the head of his prick nestled firmly against her cherry. She felt a feeling of delicious fullness between her legs and knew that it was his magnificent cock that provided her with that marvelous sensation. As her body quickly regained a state of equilibrium, she essayed a tentative up-and-down thrust with her hips, eliciting a soft groan of delight from her brother.
"God, that's just the greatest feeling ever!" he murmured. "Feeling you fuck like that, that's got to be the best thing in the world!"
"Just imagine how I'm going to fuck when I feel that cock going in deep!" she told him. "Ohh, Pete, I know I'm going to die, I just know it! And I want it, I really do! I want to feel your cock going all the way in! Do it to me now, honey, drive it in me and make me come again!"
He was eminently ready to do just that, even though he doubted that he would be able to come again. Her cunt had twisted and torn a long, breathtaking climax from his loins and he felt certain that his balls would need a long time in which to recover from the awesome demands made on them. He was very ready to provide her with her heart's desire, though, and made a very slightly inward thrust, just enough to give her a hint of the pleasure waiting for her.
Debbie dug her hands into his back and threw her loins at him with a winning abandon. As her cunt rotated around the head of his cock, stimulating every surface of that superbly tender instrument, Pete felt another rising tide of masculine vigor swelling up deep in his loins. Tensing himself, he thrust firmly against her and pressed harder against the ultra-thin membrane barring his prick's entry into the deeper portions of her cunt. That added pressure sufficed to rend the slight barrier and his prick nosed into the tight, lustfully congested tunnel.
"Aiiieeee!" Debbie howled. "Oooooh, you're in me now! You've torn me in two! I feel it going in! Ohhh, Pete, fuck me now! Drive your cock all the way up my cunt and fuck me! Ohhhh, do it harder, do it all the way! I want it all, every fucking bit of it! Mmmmm! Aggghhhh!"
Her quick and decided response stirred him deeply. Her cunt's amazing degree of elasticity further stirred him and heightened his desire to thrust every inch of his prick into that tightly grasping crevice. Her flesh parted with the greatest reluctance as he pressed harder but gradually he forced his way into the inner portions of her cunt. Debbie could feel every undulation, every irregularity in the surface of his big cock, which stretched her almost to the bursting point, and the head, especially, cut into her tenderly aroused flesh like a big, flaming sword. As he surged further in and drove the last inch of hard cock into her cunt, she felt his balls slap against her anus. A shiver of unearthly delight ran over her flesh when that stimulus was added to the others already tearing and ripping at her nervous system.
"God, you're in me all the way!" she howled. A mighty shudder of sensual approbation coursed outward from her cunt, running up and down her body. "Ohhh, I feel your balls against my ass! Ahhhh! Fuck, fuck me now! All the way in, Pete, drive it in deep!"
Sensing that she was again poised on the brink of a mighty gust of sexual release, he began pistoning his prick in and out of that exquisitely tender slit with quicker strokes. He plunged deep, withdrawing each time until only the head of his prick lay poised in the rim of her cunt and then pressing the big tool home with a slow, marvelously thrilling stroke. He added to the thrust's delicious pleasure by swaying his hips from side to side, so that his prick slid into her cunt with something of a corkscrew effect.
Debbie's abundant arousal ensured that she was not able to stand much of that slow but marvelously effective fucking style. The first few thrusts sent her brain reeling with lusty approval but then, when she felt her cunt and womb gathering themselves for another explosion, she tightened her thighs around his legs and began fucking back at him. Her gyrations naturally strengthened the ef feet of his driving, skewering prick and she felt her body tightening up for another all-out assault on her sensibilities.
Pete never varied the steady pace of his deeply penetrating thrusts and that rhythm allowed Debbie to excite herself. After a few moments she lifted her left shoulder high and forced her breast into his mouth, which happened to be very strategically placed. As his tongue played over her swollen, tingling nipple, she felt even stronger darts of sexual passion. Knowing that she was very close to the brink of sexual ecstasy, she fucked harder and harder. Grinding her loins against the base of his prick proved to be exactly the right stimulus and, grunting heavily, she slammed against him one last time before a sheet of flame erupted deep inside her cunt.
Debbie fucked herself against her brother's cock until she could stand it no longer. The sensations mounted higher, becoming more and more intense, and at the end she had to fall back, wheezing and panting as the strength flowed out of her limbs. Pete had not been able to come but his prick had retained all its hardness, affording her the maximum of pleasure from the fuck. He continued working the tool back and forth until he was certain that Debbie had fucked herself out.
Debbie had been wondering how she and LaWanda were going to bring about the change in partners, or even if they would do so at all. She still wanted Herbie, for whom she had a great deal of affection, and Pete's gentle exhibition of his skill at fucking had convinced the girl that opening her thighs to Herbie would be a very generous gesture. LaWanda's whoops and shrieks of outraged ecstasy suggested that Herbie could use his prick as well as his mouth and Debbie found herself growing steadily fonder of the idea of having both men in quick succession.
"Debbie?" LaWanda called out after a short silence had fallen over the room. "You still alive?"
"Just barely," the girl said. "Mmmm, I wasn't sure for a minute there, but I'm going to pull through, I believe. Oooh, was that ever beautiful!"
"Yeah, I sort of figured that Pete would know how to turn you on," LaWanda said. "But what I was wondering was, could he make it with me too? I tell you, girl, I've got the hots for him too and I think it'd be a gas to take both of these dudes, one right after the other!"
Debbie was too startled at first to reply. The forthright approach which LaWanda adopted, her matter-of-fact way of stating her desire, stunned the girl for a moment, even though she voiced the same desire which had been running through Debbie's mind.
"Well, I can tell you this," she said when she had recovered her bearings. "Pete's still got that incredible hard-on and when you mentioned that, I thought his cock was going to jump off and tear my cunt out! So I've got to say that I think he's interested! And me, yeah, I can't help but want it with Herbie too!"
"Wow, this is too much!" Pete said, twisting about to look back at LaWanda. "Jumping off one foxy chick and getting right into another one, that's got to be the most out of sight thing in the world!"
Herbie also found it an enchanting prospect, judging from the way he pulled himself away from LaWanda and readied himself for the switch. Debbie felt her clitoris stiffen again, rising into a pointed antenna of lusty arousal, as she contemplated the act she was about to undertake. She visualized Herbie's big cock, dripping with his own come and LaWanda's rich, musky oils, sliding into her tingling slit and bathing itself in the marvelous pool of sperm which Pete had deposited there. She especially responded to the idea of Herbie's prick invading her cunt while that tenderly aroused orifice was still wet with her brother's seminal offering and her body assumed a state of hot arousal within a few seconds.
Looking down between her legs when Pete had moved out of place, she saw that the reality was even more exciting than the idea: Herbie's chocolate colored prick glistened moistly and heavy, ropy strands of his pearly come hung about the thick shaft, giving it an erotically festive air. At that moment she conceived a strange but overpowering desire, one that she knew she could never implement: she most of all wanted to have Herbie every way at once! She would gladly have taken his wet, come-smeared prick into her mouth, her cunt and her asshole all at the same time! The mere thought of tasting that tool's sensual flavor while at the same time feeling its thick heft burrowing into her ripe, highly charged cunt and also nudging the tingling rim of her anus into a big circle sent shudders of sexual pleasure racing over her skin.
"If I weren't so fucking horny," LaWanda mused aloud, "I'd say that maybe you ought to try taking both these cats on at once, honey! Mmmm, I bet you'd really get off on sucking Pete right now! Yeah, and if Herbie was working his prong up your cunt, that'd be just be gravy, you know?"
"God, I'd love to try it with both of them!" Debbie burst out. She felt a swarm of erotically stimulating notions and all of them proved to be highly exciting. "Mmmmm, or taking it the other way, that'd be groovy too! Yeah, I think I could get off on sucking Herbie's cock after he'd pulled it out of you, LaWanda!"
Herbie would gladly have given her his prick in whatever fashion she desired, she saw, but at that moment she felt that her particular form of sexual arousal dictated taking the wet, slippery tool in her cunt. She therefore spread the inner lips of her pus sy wide and exposed the tiny little opening to him as he lay over her, adjusting the bulky knob of his cock against the proffered cleft. The first contact between their sexual organs sent a powerful tingle of fleshly approval rocketing outward from the junction and she closed her eyes for a moment, grateful that she was able to have both men in such a quick order.
LaWanda employed different tactics with Pete. She remained on her back but, instead of extending her legs nearly full length, she levered them up until her heels were resting on his broad shoulders. This change elevated her dark, hot-lipped cunt and incidentally exposed the tenderly charged slit to Debbie's view. As Pete hunkered over her and forced his stiff cock down into place, Debbie could look directly between his legs and see LaWanda's dark fingers guiding the ivory-hued rod between the lips of her pussy. The stark contrast between Pete's smooth, lightly tanned skin and LaWanda's much darker but equally delectable flesh had a strongly sensual effect and Debbie realized that she was achieving exactly the reverse image with Herbie. That thought lent an added aura of sexual arousal to her acceptance of his cock and she felt her body tingling harder than ever.
"Hey, why'd you lift your legs up like that?" she asked, overcome by curiosity. "Does that make it better?"
"Better?" LaWanda repeated. "No, not better, just different. Reaching back like this, it sort of ... well, it opens your cunt up more, I guess. Anyway, it's a good way to ball when you really want to feel the guy in deep. A really well-hung stud, somebody like Herbie or Pete here, it fixes you up so that you feel like they're driving that cock right into your heart!"
"That's for me then!" Debbie instantly declared. "Herbie, let's change, huh? I want to get like that! Oh, man, I want to feel that cock of yours all the way in! And if you could stuff those balls in too, I'd like that even better!"
"Wow, that thing's way too tight to get my balls in!" Herbie told her. He smiled at her youthful exuberance but he was only too willing to comply with her request. "Here, I'll back off and you can get your legs set just right. Then I'll come back over you and you can shove it in yourself, how's that?"
"That sounds like a winner to me," Debbie told him.
Lithe and supple from constant exercise, she found it simple enough to get her legs into the required position. At once she felt much more vulnerable to Herbie's big prick, since the shift left her utterly open to him, but she had almost infinite trust in him and knew that he would do nothing that was not to her own best interests. As she reached down to pull his cock into position, she succumbed to another desire which had been lurking just below the surface of her mind: reaching out with her free hand, she began stroking her brother's tight thighs and gradually worked her hand between them until she could caress his balls. He was very close, of course, and she did not have to stretch to bring her fingers into contact with those big, sperm-laden eggs.
That first touch fired her senses with even more sexual enthusiasm and she began feeling of his prick more ardently. Inevitably her fingers brushed against LaWanda's flesh, though the incidental contact did not impress either of them as anything more than just that. LaWanda, in fact, found it powerfully arousing, that Debbie was fondling her brother's cock as he held it poised in the mouth of her cunt, and she decided to return the favor by applying the same tactics to Herbie's hard, lasciviously moistened prick. Both Herbie and Pete responded strongly to those additional caresses and let the fact be known.
"Yeah, it's like I was sort of helping Herbie fuck you!" LaWanda cried out as she stroked his powerful cock. "Mmmmm, what a turn on! Man, I could get off just thinking about that!"
Debbie likewise responded quickly and definitely to the additional excitement. Her fingers played over her brother's prick more firmly, now that she was assured of a favorable reception, and her own cunt glowed with vibrations of awesome magnitude as she felt LaWanda's fingers moving Herbie's cock about within her extremely sensitive cunt. With her legs drawn up high, she felt that instrument of sensual deliverance much more clearly-her cunt seemed to have grown narrower by at least half, she thought-and that additional awareness made her clitoris throb harder than ever.
Since the altered position of her pussy relative to Herbie's cock had brought her stiff little clitoris well away from the rigid, hot shaft, she began stroking it with her own fingers once she had planted his prick in the rim of her cunt. As her fingertips played over that exquisitely sensitized nub of gristle, she felt her womb clenching up reflexively and knew that her body was preparing itself for another massive outpouring of orgasmic joy.
"Ohhhh, it's the best fucking in the world!" LaWanda moaned. "First one and then the other, they're both out of sight! Mmmm, Pete, your cock fits my cunt so good! Ohhhh, yeahhhh, it's going right into my guts!"
Debbie felt exactly the same way. Once Herbie's prick had penetrated the tightly resisting rim of her cunt, it had slipped easily into the depths of that fragrant tunnel. Coated as it was with a profuse outpouring of Pete's thick, oily come, her cunt was superbly ready for his cock and easily accommodated itself to the big, black rod. Debbie felt as though her entire body were being stuffed to the bursting point with his masculine presence, a sensation which gave her a vast amount of pleasure and satisfaction. She twisted about as best she could and discovered that this new position, ungainly though it appeared to be, actually allowed her a surprising degree of mobility.
"Mmmm, he's fucking me to death!" she cried as she swayed her buttocks from side to side. "Omigod, LaWanda, he's fucking me out of my mind! I can't stand it any more; I'm going to come again! Oooooh, it's all over me and I'm coming again!"
Herbie never stopped his relentless thrusting, not even at the very height of her orgasmic storm, and when her senses had returned to something like a normal state the first thing she felt was that same push, pull of his prick going into the very heart of her cunt. Her left hand remained firmly planted between Pete's thighs, though he had pushed his cock so far into LaWanda's hungry little cunt she could no longer feel the shaft. Looking toward him, she saw the eye of his anus winking at her and she knew that she must push one of her fingers into that orifice. Her fingers had become moist and slippery, having played over the wet shaft of his cock long enough to have acquired plenty of that natural lubricant, and her middle finger easily pierced the muscle-ringed opening between the cheeks of his ass.
Pete responded wildly, screaming out with delight and slamming his big cock into LaWanda with greater power than ever. She answered with a hearty yelp of surprised approval, bending her hips sharply to accentuate the force of that thrust, and Debbie forced her finger deeper into his ass. She welcomed that display of animated aggression on his part and knew that LaWanda would benefit all the more from it. As he fucked the last inch of his prick into the girl's ready, hungry cunt, Debbie felt his ass give a spasmodic twitch and close down on her finger with surprising force. She knew at that moment that she was helping him achieve a new level of sexual pleasure and that awareness brought her own agonized senses soaring upward with new vigor.
"Mmmm, fuck me!" she murmured to Herbie, who was sparing no effort at doing just that. "Fuck me harder, Herbie, and we'll all come again! Ohhh, what a beautiful way to learn about fucking! I'll love all of you forever for being such good teachers!"
