Countless volumes have been written on the preferred methods for raising children most of them contradicting the one published just before. We are told by one expert that children should be raised in an atmosphere as lacking in discipline as can be managed. The next sage will tell us that, without a firm parental hand to guide his development, a child will feel unloved and will react with either hostility or an exaggerated search for attention that will often yield the same result of anti-social behavior. The only sure answer to the question of child-rearing seems to be that the parent choose whatever role suits him best and temper it with a generous portion of love and attention.
One of the most touchy problems facing parents, however, will often only be circumvented in the tomes of child-rearing. It is frequently only in anthropological studies that the author comes face-to-face with the problem of western society's attitude toward puberty and its accompanying desire for sexual experimentation. Naturally, all normal parents recognize the sexual drive that is burgeoning within their adolescent's developing body. But how many are willing to accept the fact that that same adolescent may be actually going out and doing something about his erotic needs and his juvenile curiosity? Anthropologists give us examples of primitive societies where teenagers are permitted, and not only permitted but expected, to conduct their experiments with members of the same or the Opposite sex to their hearts' desire. It is considered natural simply the way things are. No great fuss is made about it. The result is a society of adults who suffer no repressed sexual hang-ups, for their need to learn and touch and feel first-hand has been fully satisfied. So they are well prepared to face their adult sexual roles with an informed, enlightened attitude that precludes sexual frustrations or 'perversions' (in the sense of sexual practices that leave a sense of guilt due to their non-acceptability amongst the society as a whole).
Why is western society afraid to give its young people the go-ahead to indulge their natural healthy sexual curiosity as the desire presents itself i.e., at the very dawn of puberty? Why are our children forced to suppress and suffer the consequent accompanying guilt of their developing libidos?
In this dramatic new novel, Debbie and Friend, author Richard Mountbatten offers us thirty-six hours in the life of Debbie Johnson, a fresh-faced American coed, who, at the age of twenty, is still a virgin. Is it natural that a young woman should be expected to preserve her sexual innocence this six or seven years past puberty? Are there advantages to be found in the psychological self-restraint fostered in the teenager's mind? How does a product of our 'advanced' society's sexual repression react when, suddenly, all the traditional restraints are removed from her encounters with members of the same and the opposite sex?
We, the publishers, feel that the story of Debbie Johnson will be of interest to the thinking twentieth century mature reader. Hers is a tale that is retold each and every day of the year. What do you feel is the just answer to Debbie's dilemma?
-The Publishers Sausalito, California June, 1973
CHAPTER ONE
The Paris-Nice Air France jetliner dipped slightly as the attractive young blonde made her way up the aisle, throwing her sideways so that her hand automatically shot out to grasp the shoulder of a middle-aged man sitting to her left.
Debbie Johnson smiled down in embarrassment as she regained her balance, dismayed to see the man leering suggestively up at her full thrusting breasts as she drew away. All at once she was blushingly aware that, as usual, she was the center of attention for every male nearby. While being the center of attention was nothing new for the attractive American coed, she had never really learned how to take in her stride the overtly sensual stares of men from nine to ninety.
The embarrassed smile faded from Debbie's lovely features and, quickly averting her eyes from the brash stranger's face, she continued on her way, painfully aware of the male eyes on either side watching the sway of her naturally undulating buttocks and firm shapely legs until at last she was once again at her own seat. Excusing herself, she slipped past two elderly American women and eased herself down next to the window.
Debbie gazed abstractedly out the window for a few minutes, feeling the excitement mount inside her when she realized Nice couldn't be much more than a half-hour away now.
Everything's so beautiful, she thought as she gazed out at the eerily suspended eiderdown of whiter-than-white clouds that glistened in the sun as far as the eye could see. It's like being taken on a guided tour of the Arctic wastes, she mused, not like being in the air at all.
For the pretty twenty year old, this trip was a triple treat it was her first time on an airplane and she found the experience exhilarating, not at all frightening, as some of her friends had warned her it might be. Debbie had lived in North Dakota all her life, even going to college in nearby Fargo so that she was able to go home every weekend. It was no wonder then that the train ride to New York and then the plane trip New York-Paris-Nice had been incredibly exciting for the inexperienced student.
Second, not only was she, Debbie Johnson, traveling alone thousands of miles from home, but she was going to Europe! She had just completed her second year of history studies at the University of North Dakota with special emphasis on the history of Medieval and Renaissance Europe. This period was her special love, and she hoped to one day become a professor of medieval history, so she could hardly wait to see for herself some of the actual scenes of those events that had irrevocably shaped the fabric of the present-day western world. Her final destination was her uncle's home on the French Riviera, which she hoped to use for a base of operations for junket's to the historical meccas of Italy, France and maybe even Greece if she had enough money and time. Debbie had four whole months before university classes began again, but she also wanted to spend a fair amount of that time just soaking in the sun at her uncle's reputedly luxurious house on Cap Martin near Monte Carlo.
The third promise this summer held in store was the opportunity to meet her Uncle Burt's French wife of three years whom no one in the family had ever seen. All they knew of her was what could be gleaned from a head and shoulders photograph of a pretty, wide-eyed young woman with thick dark hair piled in a careless topknot. At the bottom of the picture her obviously proud husband had scrawled in his familiar hand Burt's beautiful Nicole.
Debbie remembered her Uncle Burt as a tall handsome laughing man who had played piggyback with her when she was scarcely out of diapers. He had come by the house often during his college years, and his chubby little blonde niece always looked forward to his visits with impatient enthusiasm. No one was as much fun to play with as Uncle Burt!
He was her mother's kid brother, always a go-getter, and, after he finished his law degree, he worked his way into the investment business and began to slowly drift away from the rest of the family. Soon after joining a large firm, he was posted to London, and later Paris. The only news the family had of him came via the grapevine, but, eventually, they learned he had become Chairman of the Board and was a very wealthy man, although no one would ever have guessed it from his letters. They were just full of good times descriptions of carefree ski weekends in Switzerland, camel packs to Morocco, or fabulous meals in posh French restaurants. Burt obviously didn't care to mention business matters to his family, but rather preferred his infrequent missives to be entertaining light-hearted glimpses into the good life.
Debbie's mother had always felt responsible for her younger brother, so it was no wonder that she and her rancher-farmer husband viewed his storybook life on the other side of the ocean with mixed feelings. This staunch, close-knit family naturally took pride in the one among them who had made it big, but thoroughly interwoven with this emotion was a flourishing suspicion of the exotic world Burt lived in, so totally foreign to the solid, stolid day-to-day life of rural North Dakota.
Accordingly, Debbie's parents had been a little nervous when their only daughter decided to take Uncle Burt up on his suggestion that his now grown-up niece come over and spend the summer with himself and his French wife. Plenty of room, he'd written, and lots of things to do. As an added attraction, he sent along a photograph of his spacious villa and its lushly kept grounds set high on a cliff with a view of the sparkling Mediterranean below.
The young blonde hadn't been able to resist this perfect opportunity for a real vacation on her own, and, besides that, it was just the chance to get away from Lars, her law student boy friend, so that she could have a chance to sort out her confusion over his shocking behavior one terrible evening about a month before. Since that fateful night, Debbie had consistently refused to acknowledge any of his wires, letters, or phone calls.
The girl's reverie was broken by the plane's sudden emergence from the cloud-cover. They were fairly low now, winging along in the bright May sun over a crisscross pattern that Debbie assumed were little French farms below.
"Oh my goodness, we've broken through the clouds," Debbie heard a crackling voice beside her exclaim. "Isn't this exciting, dear? In a few minutes, we'll be on the Riviera."
The young blonde turned toward the speaker and smiled politely at the older woman. "Yes, it's very exciting," she agreed. "I can hardly wait."
"By the look on your face, my dear, I'd guess you've got yourself a special beau waiting for you down there at the airport."
Debbie winced slightly, partly at the other woman's tactless nosiness, partly at the sudden vivid awareness that she would not be seeing Lars again at least for another four months-maybe she'd never see him again. The thought filled her with a sudden acute sense of sorrow, and she wrested her attention back to the woman's question.
"No, my uncle will be meeting me. I haven't seen him since I was a little girl. It's been almost fifteen years." She smiled in astonishment to herself. Was it possible? Could it really have been fifteen years since she'd seen Uncle Burt? She could still see him now in her mind's eye, as clearly as if it had been only yesterday thick tousled blonde hair, broad grin, dancing eyes that always seemed to be concealing some very good joke known to nobody but him.
"Oh that'll be nice," the woman's voice trailed off as though the foiling of her romantic vision of a young lover's reunion had caused her to lose interest in her neighbor's confidence.
They both lapsed into silence, eyes gazing intently out the window as the ground loomed up steadily toward them, colorless geometric patterns giving way to dots of houses, trees and moving cars. The stewardess's voice shattered the hushed anticipation of the cabin, ordering all passengers in French, then in practiced English to extinguish all cigarettes and fasten their seat belts. Debbie felt pleased that her college French courses had taught her enough to understand most of the instructions in the language of the unexplored land waiting below.
Suddenly, the girl gasped in delighted astonishment to see the white-spattered waves of the blue Mediterranean replace the view of the streets and houses through her window. The water seemed incredibly close her eyes could almost single out every dapple of sunlight on the constantly shifting surface of the legendary sea heaving below.
Closer and closer it came, until Debbie experienced a moment's apprehension. Was the plane in trouble? Surely it should be back over land again by now? Suddenly, the tawny blur of the runway loomed up beneath and the plane was jostled slightly as it made its first contact with the ground.
As the giant machine soared along the runway and then cruised its way toward the modest-sized airport, the blonde traveler's heart leaped into her throat. This was it she'd made it! AH thoughts of what she'd left behind fled from her mind in the ecstatic whirl of excitement generated by the words stenciled on the front of the terminal building Cote d'Azur, the Blue Coast.
As soon as the plane had come to a complete stop, Debbie extricated herself from her seat and joined the impatient throng of passengers waiting to get off and start enjoying their holiday in the Riviera sun. She made her way down the steps and across the asphalt to the terminal entrance, searching the anxious crowd of waiting faces on the other side of the customs check for some sign of the familiar figure of her Uncle Burt. She became instantly apprehensive when she could spot no one who fit the description of her childhood memories.
She picked up her two suitcases as they came down the conveyor belt and was waved easily through customs without so much as having to open her bags. As soon as she was free of the barrier gates, she was confronted by a tall, fashionably dressed man with silver-streaked blonde hair and long neatly trimmed sideburns. At first his penetrating gaze and broad smile prompted Debbie to turn her head away, but, at the last moment, a familiar twinkle in the gray-green eyes signalled her to think twice before turning her back on the big handsome man.
"Uncle Burt!" she exclaimed, the words seemingly out even before the glimmer of recognition had registered in her brain. Those were the same eyes, all right, but was this sophisticated modish-looking man the Uncle Burt who had crawled around on the carpet with her playing piggyback? Suddenly, Debbie felt very awkward and embarrassed. She had been expecting to rush into her uncle's arms and give him a big bear hug, reverting at once to the easy affection she had known with her mother's brother as a child. But this man was different-handsome, somehow intimidating looking. But, of course, he was bound to have changed, Debbie automatically reminded herself in a burst of rationality. He'd been living in the most sophisticated capitals of the world for the past fifteen years.
"Little Debbie!" the almost-stranger beamed down at her. "It's great to have you here, kiddo. You're even more of a knockout than in your picture and that's going some!"
"Picture? What picture?" Debbie's mind was still a buzz of confusion.
"The pix your Mom sent Nicole and me last Christmas. Showed you and some boy all dressed up for a imagine night on the town."
"Oh, that must have been the picture Lars and I had taken before his fraternity formal last year."
"Lars? He someone special? But, come on, kiddo. You must be tired. Let's get you out of this crazy airport. Nicole and Oscar are waiting outside the terminal for us."
"Oscar? Who's Oscar?"
"Oscar's our faithful canine friend. A big German shepherd I bought Nicole for our first wedding anniversary. He's a great guy just like one of the family. I think you'll like him. I know you used to be crazy about dogs."
"Still am. I can hardly wait to meet both of them." Burt's young niece was beginning to feel more at ease with her uncle now. She could warm to the old sense of humor and ease with words and the way he called her 'kiddo,' the nickname he'd given her when she was still a toddler. As he bent to reach for her suitcases, she felt a sudden burst of affection for the man who had somehow managed to retain a special place in her heart through all the years without personal contact.
"Uncle Burt," she gasped out impulsively, "It's great to see you again." And she reached out to grasp him before he was bent all the way over and enfolded him in a big family-type hug.
"It's good to see you too, kiddo," he responded openly, wrapping his arms around her lithe back, one hand resting lightly on the beginning swell of her taut buttocks. Something in the intense intimacy of the embrace caused Debbie to pull away suddenly, an embarrassed blush on her face. He smelled so good and felt so strong! Not like an uncle somehow.
"Well, let's go meet your family," she grinned at him, anxious to have another person's presence to ease the awkwardness of a first meeting.
Burt swung her bags up easily and led her through the terminal to the main doors. As they stepped out into the brilliant Cote d'Azur sunshine, a petite dark-haired woman walked swiftly toward them, a large black and tan German shepherd loping along at her side.
"Ah, cheri, c'est notre petite Debbie?"T here were at least six e's in the American girl's name the way her French aunt pronounced it. "We are so glad to have you here to visit with us. We want you to have a very beautiful summer." The strikingly lovely older woman reached up to embrace her niece and kiss her ritually on both cheeks.
"You're very kind. Thank you. I was very happy to receive your invitation." The tall blonde girl felt suddenly very shy and awkward faced by her dark-eyed chic-looking aunt. Debbie figured that her uncle's wife was only five or six years older than herself and remarkably attractive. Her wonderful shiny black hair was done up in a loose chignon at the back of her head. Full high breasts and a tiny waist tapered into firmly contoured hips, all generously displayed beneath a short yellow silk shirtdress, belted casually at the waist. She wore cork-soled shoes with heels that looked close to four inches high, but still she was a couple of inches shorter than her niece, who was almost five-foot-eight.
Burt smiled appreciatively at the voluptuous women, each incredibly attractive in her own way. He was glad short skirts were in fashion as he gazed at the two sets of sleekly molded legs before him. Then his eyes wandered up to the firm swelling breasts of the statuesque blonde and the petite brunette. Legs and breasts, those were always his particular weaknesses. He was suddenly aware of an embarrassed lull in the conversation between the two females and he suddenly realized that Oscar was sitting faithfully at Nicole's heels, looking neglected and a little forlorn, his head bent inquisitively to one side as he gazed up at his mistress.
"Heck, Debbie, I forgot to introduce you to our star thoroughbred. Debbie, meet Oscar. Say hi, fella." The dog obediently raised a foreleg to shake hands with the young girl, his panting face seeming to smile back at her delighted grin.
"Hi, Oscar. Gee, you're a pretty fellow. Smart, too." And she reached out to take the dog's paw and shake it briefly. Oscar stood up and, wagging his tail languorously, edged closer to the girl and waited to be petted.
"He's really beautiful, Uncle Burt. But ... Oscar? I'd never have thought of calling such a big strong creature Oscar for some reason."
"That was Nicole's idea. She named him after one of her heroes of English literature."
"Really? Oscar? Doesn't ring a bell."
"Oscar Wilde," Nicole broke in, breaking into a light musical laugh at her own in-joke. "I'm a great admirer of his Dorian Gray. He is such a spaced out sex freak."
Debbie was taken aback at her aunt's carefully enunciated use of the hip language she'd considered the exclusive property of her own college set. More than that, the idea of naming a dog in memory of a legendary debauchee shocked the innocent American. Though she decided it must be some kind of jet-setter's joke, the humor seemed startlingly crude to the strictly raised farm girl.
"It's not such bad casting either, kiddo," Burt bantered, noticing the distraught look on his niece's face. "Old Oscar's one hell of a playboy."
The big German shepherd chose this moment to utter two sharp quick barks as he sidled his way over to his master and nudged his head familiarly against the man's hand.
"And proud of it, too, aren't you, boy?" Burt laughed as the dog sat enraptured beneath his stroking fingers, shifting his weight impatiently from one foreleg to the other. Two more quick barks and he was up on his feet and heading along the sidewalk away from the door Burt and Debbie had emerged from a few moments before.
"Old Oscar seems to have had enough of airports for one day. And I bet Debbie has too. Come on, let's get this girl home and fed and rested up." He bent down to pick up the bags again as he spoke and his wife slipped her arm easily through the young girl's and led her off in the direction of the German shepherd, who had paused and was now waiting impatiently for the humans to catch up.
Debbie was laughing in spite of herself at the dog's high-spirited shenanigans and her uncle's good-humored teasing and she found herself feeling very free and happy as she walked along arm in arm with her beautiful aunt under the clear bright Riviera sun. She was on her own, far from the old familiar places, escorted by two very attractive sophisticated people. This could be quite a summer, she thought excitedly.
When they had reached Burt's spacious navy-blue Mercedes-Benz, Debbie found herself sitting cozily next to Oscar in the back seat, the handsome dog's Romanesque snout resting comfortably in the lap of her brief miniskirt.
She stroked between the dog's ears absently as she watched the scenery race by on either side, the palm-lined shores of the Mediterranean to her right, the modern hotels and restaurants of Nice's Promenade des Anglais on her left. The spellbound blonde drank in the sunlit newness of the Continental scene, longing to join the idle strollers making their way along the promenade beside the long narrow streak of white beach or sipping a coffee at any one of dozens of parasol-sheltered tables.
Her uncle informed her that they would have to go around the outskirts of Nice and on through Monte Carlo, home of the famous casino, to reach the sequestered little promontory of Cap Martin. Burt had turned on some pleasant traveling music on his tape-deck, and all four occupants of the swiftly moving car settled back to enjoy the trip and the soothing beauty of the bright May day.
The young American was aware that she was still suffering a kind of delayed travel shock, finding it hard to absorb the incredible reality of actually having reached her destination. It was almost too good to be true. As Oscar's head stirred cozily in her lap, a subtle, almost unnoticed tingling in her loins brought the memory of Lars Peterson back to the forefront of her mind with a disconcerting jolt.
Lars ... how Lars would love to be here, she thought with an unaccountable surge of nostalgia. She and her older boy friend shared a passion for historic places and events, as well as a rather florid weakness for poetry and inspiring nature scenes. Lars, dear Lars, he was so handsome, so sensitive, except for the one point on which their remarkable mutual understanding seemed to fall apart. Especially on that last night they'd spent together, she thought as the unconsciously rubbed the dog's head a little harder down into her lap. The dog's snout pushing in between her firm shapely thighs recalled Lars' hand as it had insinuated its way along the trembling smoothness of her thigh and then up under the crotch band of her sheer bikini panties...
Lars and Debbie had been dating for almost two years, and, although Lars had never let up trying to get farther, his girl friend had always restricted their physical relationship to a few minutes' light necking before she went in for the night. She had argued that she wanted to save herself for marriage, and, though reluctantly, Lars had always respected her convictions and put up a minimum of protest against her hands pulling his away from the lush ripeness of her modestly clad breasts.
But their last evening together had been the night of Lars' graduation from law school, and both of them had been flushed with the excitement of an elaborate dinner and much dancing and an endless succession of insidiously intoxicating cocktails. Instead of driving her straight home, Lars had detoured to a quiet little tree-lined road where he had parked the car under the concealment of a sprawling old oak tree.
Under the influence of the evening's excitement and the cocktails, Debbie felt both a tremor of fear and a rare surge of anticipation as Lars turned off the ignition and the headlights and turned to face her.
"Have a good time, darling?" he asked, as one hand lightly caressed the long blonde silk of her shoulder-length hair.
"Beautiful, Lars. It was absolutely beautiful. Everybody was so happy and excited all good times should be like that."
"You know what it all means, don't you?"
"That you're not a carefree student anymore! When you get your diploma next month, it'll be your ticket to life-long slavery in the great rat-race of life. Congratulations, Charlie Brown." She giggled tipsily, a little surprised at her own slightly cruel joke.
"You're an old kill-joy, beautiful," he murmured passionately as his lips-suddenly closed in on hers and their mouths locked in a deep, unusually wanton embrace.
She felt his tongue darting up between her teeth to probe titillatingly against her own as one hand snaked down the contours of her low-cut evening gown one it had taken her three weeks to talk her mother into letting her buy to lightly stroke the full outthrust points of her ripely molded breasts and the dainty inslope of her narrow waist. Then his hand was moving back up the light satiny material again to stroke in short tantalizing movements at the swelling cleavage above her dress, teasing the smooth flawless skin until suddenly his fingers had edged their way under the fabric and were taunting at the rapidly distending nub of one nipple.
"Aaaaaaagh," she moaned at the delightfully inciting contact as his fingers twirled expertly around and around the hard responsive core of ricocheting sensual excitation. Her own tongue shot out into the working chasm of his mouth to acknowledge the wildly erotic effects his supple caresses were having on her aroused nerve endings. Deeper and deeper her tongue was drawn into his mouth as her entire drink-stimulated body thrilled to the lewdly salacious sensations coursing through her body from the swollen areolas of her lust-denied nipples to the tips of her stocking-clad toes. She had allowed her satin pumps to slip from her feet as she settled her weight more heavily into her boy friend's arms, permitting him now to maneuver his constantly manipulating fingers from the peak of one desire-hardened nipple down into the smooth valley between her two excitedly heaving breast-mounds and then up to the other straining pinnacle.
"Oh, Lars, it feels so good," she gasped drunkenly as he raised his lips from her mouth to begin nibbling gently at an ear-lobe, at the same time sliding his hand down the outside of her dress and up under her flared skirt to caress the silken firmness of one long shapely thigh. His heavy breathing into her sensitive ear caused her to gyrate her hotly responding loins automatically up in search of his hand. At once his fingers had shot up along the trembling length of her upper leg to ease under the flimsy crotch band of her bikini panties and lightly stroke the moist, hair-covered flanges of her virginally awakened pussy-mound.
The instantaneous contact caused the startled blonde to straighten up forcefully, sobering as the horrible realization of what she was permitting to happen hit her like an oncoming freight train. Not expecting the violence of her reaction, Lars was thrown off-guard by her panic-inspired strength as she pulled away and inexplicably he found himself leaning back against his own car door, grasping an armful of cool night air. He blinked drunkenly for a moment and then straightened up, reaching out an arm to again begin stroking his distraught girl friend's now slightly disheveled hair. But she edged closer toward her own side of the car, sweeping his hand away with an ill-aimed sidestroke. He could hear her sobbing quietly, though her head was turned slightly away so he could not see her facial reactions.
"Hey, honey, what's the matter?" he asked, his tone reflecting his inner confusion.
"I've told you ... and told you ... a thousand times," she replied in a broken voice, "that we can't ... " She trailed off as though words failed her.
"But, Debbie, it's all different now ... don't you understand? That's what I was trying to get at before ... about what it all means. Now that I'm graduating, we'll be able to get married. I can support you now. I won't be earning much for the first few years, granted. But we'll be ... together. It'll be great, honey."
Debbie felt strangely unmoved by his words, despite the obvious sincerity behind them. Was that what she wanted? To get married now to become someone's sexual play thing even if it was such a nice someone as Lars? No, she had a career ahead of her. She was going to become a university professor. And she couldn't let a thing like marriage get in her way.
"No, Lars," she said gently. "I can't get married now. I'm too young. I have too many things to do with my life."
"But, Debbie," his voice had a tone of pleading in it, and impulsively he reached again for her shoulders and pulled her to him, forcing her thighs apart with one hand in desperate search for the moist hidden furrow so long denied him and apparently so permanently.
She wouldn't even marry him! Hell, he'd make her like sex! He would! Seized with a combination of blind frustration and rage, the drink-distracted law student pushed his outstretched middle finger up cruelly under her panty crotch band and rammed it right up inside her narrow cuntal passage, drawing a low moan of pain from between his stunned girl friend's lips. It was the first time he'd felt the intoxicating warmth of her moistly clasping little pussy and the velvety heat of her contracting virginal depths caused the frustrated young man to groan in pleasure.
"Stop! Stop ... you animal! Lars, you can't do this, stop! Stop!" Debbie was incredulous that her so long docilely obedient boy friend seemed suddenly to have turned into an untamed beast, and rage and teror combined to give her the strength to try to shame him into stopping his vulgar attack.
"Stop, Lars, stop," she shrieked, her voice reaching a panic peak of hysteria as her whole mind and body rebelled against the feel of the lewdly impaling finger shoved far up into her painfully stretched cuntal depths. "I'll scream! I'll never let you do it," she promised in a shrewish, high-pitched voice, kicking her legs desperately in an effort to shake free of his deeply embedded finger.
Suddenly sickened by both his own behavior and the apparent lack of any kind of responsiveness on Debbie's part, Lars pulled his finger from her tight young cunt with a wet slurping sound and drew away from the angrily struggling girl. Immediately, he turned the key in the ignition and pressed on the gas pedal, ramming the gearshift into first and streaking wildly out of his parking spot and onto the dirt road. He drove silently all the way back to Debbie's dorm, cursing the fates and his girl friend's prudishness and his own stupidity for endangering his relationship with the only girl he'd ever really cared about.
Debbie sat stunned and rigid beside Lars in the front seat of the car, her cocktail-befuddled brain trying desperately to come to terms with the events of the last half hour. She'd always thought she could trust Lars implicitly. She'd always been so sure of his willingness to let her guide the way in their physical relationship and to wait until she felt she'd matured and developed herself enough as an individual to be able to accept a role as a wife and, eventually, as a mother. She had things to do with her life too. Didn't he understand? Oh Lars, Lars, she sobbed to herself, how could you do this to me? You of all people? Even you don't understand me.
Would she ever be able to trust the big man again, she asked herself frantically. She sincerely doubted it ... even now after a month ... and an ocean away...
The reminiscing blonde was wrenched abruptly back to the sunny reality of the Mediterranean afternoon around her as Oscar suddenly lifted his head from her lap and licked her impulsively across the face. She laughed in surprised amazement.
"Oscar, you silly boy, what do you think you're doing?" she giggled as one hand attempted to hold back the ferocity of the dog's enthusiastic display of affection.
"Looks like you've got yourself a new pal back there, kiddo," Burt smiled at his niece through the rear view mirror.
"I guess so. He sure is a friendly dog, Uncle Burt. But he doesn't know his own strength. A little snuggle from Oscar practically sends you sprawling!" she responded gaily.
"Don't kid yourself. Old Oscar knows exactly what he's doing at all times," Burt retorted. In the back seat, Debbie felt mystified by the knowing grin briefly exchanged by her uncle and aunt up front.
Almost instantly banishing the incident from her mind as inconsequential, the young American returned her attention to the scenery passing by outside the window. Without her having noticed, they had left the smooth, cliff-hugging two-laned highway to make their way along a bumpier road lined with huge lush trees on either side. There were high fences along the road, indicating that somewhere beyond the dense growth of foliage stood the comfortable villa homes of the local elite.
Debbie was thrown gently against the car door as Burt pulled abruptly into the driveway leading up through one such fence. In a few moments the car had emerged from the shadows thrown by the overhanging trees into the bright sunlight bathing a clearing where there stood a handsome two-story villa. The car followed the driveway along the circular sweep up to the front door where it came to a decisive halt.
Before Debbie had a chance to fathom the fact that this grand-looking estate was her uncle's home, she found the car door opened for her by a very proper servant in solemn livery. She looked up a little stupidly at the unsmiling man waiting for her to step from the car. Finally getting the idea that it was her turn to make a move she struggled awkwardly from the comfortable seat, lightly touching the arm the man proffered to assist her. As she stood awe-struck on the pebbled drive gazing at the handsome edifice before her, Oscar leaped lightly from the Mercedes through the door still held open by the servant and stood expectantly beside the impressed young blonde.
"Well, how do you like the old homestead," Burt asked casually as he indicated with a flick of his hand to the footman that his guest's luggage was in the trunk.
"It's ... it's fantastic, Uncle Burt!" Debbie could manage no more. Somehow the picture her uncle had sent hadn't begun to do justice to the luxurious villa. The twin white colonnades on either side of the doorway lent an air of dignified rustic charm. To the young American, it represented everything she'd ever imagined when she'd read about the opulent continental homes of the favored jetsetter class.
"Would you like to see inside, Debbie?" her aunt asked, slightly amused by the younger woman's obvious awe before the luxury she herself had always taken for granted.
"Oh, yes. I'm sorry to act like such a tourist. But I've never seen anything like it."
The impressionable blonde was beginning to acquire a new respect for her handsome uncle and the plush way of life he'd managed to carve for himself so far from his humble origins as the son of a North Dakota farmer. Uncle Burt must be really quite a man, she thought to herself as she looked sideways at her distinguished-looking relative and bestowed on him one of her broad, gleaming all-American grins.
"I'm glad you like what you see, kiddo," Uncle Burt laughed. "I hope you'll be feeling right at home here with Nicole and me in no time at all."
"You're both great!" Debbie was touched by the obvious sincerity of her successful uncle's words, and she smiled warmly at first him and then her aunt. "Nobody could ask for a nicer pair of relatives." Arm in arm the three new acquaintances walked through the broad front doors of Uncle Burt's villa.
Her aunt and uncle showed their niece to her room on the upper floor so she could wash up before lunch. Debbie was delighted by the very feminine canopied double bed and the luxurious pile carpet on the floor. There was an elegantly carved armoire and a matching walnut dresser with a large mirror. The hit of the room as far as the girl was concerned was that it had its own balcony that looked out over the trees to the blue sparkle of the Mediterranean that lay only a few hundred yards behind the house.
When the older couple had left her alone, advising her that lunch would be ready in half an hour, Debbie hurried into her huge private bathroom to take a shower after her long day's travel. She slipped quickly out of her miniskirt, shirt and underwear, and was soon standing naked on the soft pink rug in the middle of the pink and white tiled room. She turned on a hot steady blast of water and stepped beneath the shower, thrilling to the invigorating contact of the water with her tingling skin. Looking down, she could see the water funneling between the full ripe swells of her voluptuously contoured breasts to course unhindered over the smooth flat plane of her belly. The water's flow parted into several little rivulets to make its way around the sparse triangle of golden hair atop her pubic mound. After she'd thoroughly soaped and rinsed, Debbie allowed herself the extra luxury of a few moments of simply standing, eyes closed, beneath the soothing flow of water. Then she turned off the faucets and began to rub herself briskly with a thick pink towel.
Once dry, the refreshed girl walked naked from the bathroom back into her bedroom, clothes in hand. Throwing them casually on the bed, she paused to stare a moment at her provocative reflection in the dresser mirror. Her eyes caught by the pert pink buds of her rigidly distended nipples, she raised her hands to cup a full cream-white breast-mound in each hand and admire their youthful firmness, so well proportioned to the trim insweep of her waist and gently flaring swell of her hips below.
Not bad, she had to admit to herself as, turning sideways, her breasts still cupped in her hands, she sized up the graceful slope of her sleek white back and the tautly rounded profile of her resilient young ass-cheeks. In spite of herself, as she admired the perfect reflection before her, she wondered how her lushly filled out beauty affected the men who saw it. Uncle Burt, for instance did Uncle Burt think she was beautiful? As soon as the thought entered her febrile young mind, she tossed her thick, shoulder-length blonde hair roughly from side to side, as though to chase the somehow obscene question from her head. He was her uncle after all. Uncles didn't look at their nieces as they looked at other attractive young women. They were relatives that was that. After all, Uncle Burt had known her when she was in diapers. Might even have changed them for her ... the thought brought an instant blush to the lovely girl's face.
Debbie was amazed at herself for thinking of her Uncle Burt as she stood there looking at her naked reflection in the mirror. She reprimanded herself sternly as she turned full-face to the mirror again and caught sight of the downy little golden "vee" gracing the inviting swell of her nubile pubic mound. She could see a few glistening droplets of water from her recent shower clinging to the hair, highlighted by the afternoon sunlight pouring into the big room. She was dimly aware too that there was suddenly more moisture up between her thighs, moisture not caused by her shower. The young American realized that she was feeling unusually aroused this afternoon after all she hadn't had a chance to neck with her boy friend for a month and it had been more than three weeks since she had brought herself to her own brand of rousing climax with her fingers. She wondered a little guiltily if there might be time now to bring herself to a quick release. But, glancing at the little Louis XIV cupid clock on the dresser, she realized she had better get dressed immediately if she wasn't to make a bad impression with her uncle and aunt by being late for her first meal with them.
Slipping into fresh brassiere and panties and a short light blue minidress she had bought especially for the trip, she brushed her long blonde hair a few brief strokes before stepping into her sandals and hurrying out of the room and downstairs to lunch.
The young visitor felt a little self-conscious as she walked into the dining room where her uncle and aunt were already seated, watching her as she headed for her place between them. Was it her imagination or, in answer to her illicit question up in her room, was Uncle Burt staring with unabashed interest at her provocatively dad young body as it moved into the chair to his left? Debbie blushed as she chided herself inwardly for her lewd thoughts and feelings of the last half-hour. Now she was even reading her own perverse ideas into her uncle's innocent gaze!
"Hope you're hungry, kiddo," Burt commented as she sat a little stiffly in her place. It was only then that the young blonde realized just how hungry she was. It had been yesterday noon, eastern U.S. time, that she'd eaten her last meal, a hot pastrami sandwich in New York. She'd been too excited to eat immediately before and during her trip and now her empty stomach was sending urgent signals to her brain to send reinforcements down as soon as possible.
She didn't have long to wait and what was set before her exceeded her wildest dreams of the pleasures of French cuisine. Uncle Burt and Aunt Nicole had ordered a typical French meal to introduce their young guest to a taste of local cooking. To complement the meal came several varieties of excellent French wine. Though Debbie was no connoisseur of fine wines, she was impressed by the names and apparent age of the bottles. Being very unused to drinking, she found herself feeling light-headed even before she'd made her way through a delicious selection of country pates and an entree of veal roast rolled to wicked mushrooms and kidneys. Her empty stomach, too, helped heighten the immediate effects of the alcohol, and the girl was only vaguely aware that the butler was keeping her glass well filled. She chatted gaily with her aunt and uncle about the folks back home on the farm and the kids at her college, as she delighted to the exotic tastes of French provincial styles of cooking. Nicole kept her posted on what she was eating and Debbie noted with highglow delight that her aunt was getting as tipsy as she herself felt.
The butler brought out a sparkling dessert wine to accompany an attractive array of French cheeses. Then, as Debbie rested back in her chair, feeling thoroughly stuffed and sure that she couldn't consume another crumb, out came a tray of French pastries short, fat, square, round and elongated, each filled with enticing-looking creams or fruit fillings.
Burt laughed aloud as he saw the look of wide-eyed frustration on his niece's flushed face. "Nobody ever turns down French pastry, kiddo. How about a chocolate eclair or an apple tart?"
"Oh, Uncle Burt," Debbie giggled feebly. "I can't stay here all summer. I'll be looking like a whipped-cream-filled blimp before the first month is out."
"You'll be all right," the svelte Nicole laughed. "It's hard to resist when there are so many good things to try. But when you get used to it, it will be as nothing to you. Have one, cherie." And she pushed the tray gently in her niece's direction. Debbie broke down with no further coaxing and reached for a chocolate eclair.
"Sure, kiddo, in a couple of weeks, you'll be willing to give your right arm for a good old MacDonald's hamburger," Burt teased.
"Don't count on it," the girl responded pertly. "I think I'm cut out for the good life."
"I think you're right, kiddo. I get the feeling you and I are cut from the same piece of family cloth." Debbie felt proud of the compliment from her successful, dashing uncle. "Can that 'frat boy' boy friend of yours keep you in the style to which you would like to become accustomed?"
At the unexpected reference to Lars, the young woman felt the color drain from her cheeks. Somehow Lars Petersen was the last person she wanted to discuss at this moment.
"Oh ... he's nothing special," she said as casually as she could. But Burt had noticed the embarrassed shock in her face, and, provoked by the alcohol he had consumed, decided to press the subject.
"Nothing special? That's not what my sister your mother told me."
Mom sure had a big mouth sometimes. "Well, we see quite a bit of each other, but the really important thing for me right now is my career. I want to be a history professor, you know." As soon as the words had escaped her lips, Debbie regretted them. They sounded so prudish, so school-marmish. And Uncle Burt was the last person she wanted to be holier than thou with. The youthful blonde realized suddenly that it was terribly important to her that her uncle like her.
"So you want to keep the male population at arm's length, huh, kiddo? Smart girl! At your age, you should try out plenty of different guys before you decide on one to go the 'I do' route with."
"It's not that I want to go out with a lots of different guys, Uncle Burt. It's just that the man who wants to be with me has to understand that my career comes first right now."
"Right on, kiddo," Burt laughed. The alcohol had taken full hold of him now. "Keep 'em hard, bare-assed, and in the bedroom. None of that kitchen slave stuff for my niece, right?"
Debbie's lower jaw fell open in astonishment at her uncle's crude remark. Could she possible have heard right? How could Uncle Burt possibly be so....obscene? Had she misjudged him after all? Perhaps he wasn't the well-mannered, debonair gentleman she'd taken him for. The girl felt somehow wounded, as though her uncle had violated a sacred trust she'd unconsciously placed in him long before she'd even arrived on the Azur Coast. At last her excitement, travel fatigue, and mixed emotions got the better of the girl. Without being able to stop them, hot tears sprang to her eyes.
Mumbling a faint, "Would you excuse me, please? I think I've had too much to drink. I'll go to my room and lie down for awhile," she rose and hurried out of the dining room.
The tears running copiously now, she stumbled drunkenly up the stairs and into her room, flinging herself violently face down on the bed. She was scarcely aware that Oscar had emerged from somewhere in the house and followed her up the stairs, and was now sitting quietly in the doorway to her room. He whined lightly in puzzled concern, as though not sure whether to approach the weeping girl or keep his distance.
Choosing caution as the best course, the German shepherd sat and waited.
CHAPTER TWO
"Oh Christ! What an ass I made of myself!" Burt Carpenter mumbled for the fifth time as he and his wife entered their bedroom a few short moments after their niece's emotional exit from the dining room. "That goddamned booze. I had things going along real cool until my smart ass remarks got the better of me. Now my luscious little niece will probably never speak to me again."
"Don't worry, cheri," Nicole soothed. "She is young and nervous, but she will calm down after a nice nap. I know women, Burt darling. She loves her uncle, just as she remembers him from when she was a little baby. You can win her back, cheri. Has there ever been a woman who could resist you for long?"
"Now that you mention it, babe, you're right." Burt let his natural vanity get the better of him. He was an exceptionally handsome man, and what's more, he knew how to use his looks and suave manner to full advantage. He'd been able to win over some of the most beautiful and haughty bitches in Europe, his own wife among them. What chance did an innocent little farm girl like his knock-out niece have against an operator like himself. "But I've got to make it up with her soon. I don't know how long I can wait for a taste of that gorgeous little tail of hers. My mouth was already watering when I saw the picture her old lady sent over. Knew right then I'd have to get her over here nothing could ever happen if I visited back home, not with my eagel eye, puritanical sis around. But the real thing is ten times better than what a picture could show. Those tremendous tits, that tight little ass! Man, oh man! And there's no doubt about it is there? She's virgin."
"Enough is enough, cheri. Remember that your darling wife is a very jealous woman. I don't mind you hitting the sack with the other girls, but, when you are with me, you should be too overwhelmed with my beauty to think of the other woman. Compris? Otherwise, maybe you would like me to write your sister all about how her brother is the most accomplished smuggler of precious jewels in Europe? What would your dear family think of their fair-haired boy then, eh?" Nicole was undoing her chignon, and her long black hair fell richly over her shoulders as she pulled at the pins.
"Hey, hey ... watch it, babe. That's hitting below the belt. You do that and I might have to break your pretty French neck for you," Burt quipped in mock-seriousness as he flopped back onto their king-size bed. "Now how's about you showing me some of that vintage A-l stuff I married? I think I've got the little niece all figured out. Tomorrow, I start playing a more aggressive game."
"You look at this, cheri," Nicole taunted him, now too thoroughly absorbed in her own wine-inspired plans to pay much attention to her husband's words. She strode barefoot to the center of the sheepskin-carpeted room, then turned to face the big man who was comfortably settled back against a pile of cushions. Slowly, provocatively, she reached her hands up behind her back to undo the zipper of her dress. When she had tugged it down, she drew her hands sensuously up along the contours of her lushly silhouetted body until they worked their way under her proud up-thrust breasts, cupping them and squeezing her nipples through the material of her dress and brassiere until she could feel the sensitive little buds standing out in quivering hardness against the soft fabric. Then, forsaking her fingertip grasp on her nipples, she began to make slow practiced circles with the palms of her hands around the swelling mounds of her gently heaving breasts. The massaging motion was causing the hem of her daringly short yellow shirt-dress to rise above the tops of her molded thighs to expose just the faintest glimpse of her black panty-covered pussy-mound.
"Take it off, take it off," Burt called lustily as he poured himself a shot of cognac from the decanter beside the bed, then lay back again to enjoy the show his multi-talented wife was putting on for him.
In obedience to his lewd command, Nicole smiled wantonly at her watching husband as she reached down to grasp the hem of her mini-dress and draw it slowly up toward her head. First the crescent shape of her black panties was revealed to his obscenely fixed gaze, then the smooth gyrating plane of her olive-toned belly. Then up, up went the yellow fabric until her full, lushly swollen breasts that half burst from her sexily low-cut brassiere were exposed to the daylight of the lace-curtained room. The heavier, light-denying drapes were only partially closed so that the green lawn behind the villa and the faraway stand of pines were visible to Burt through the first floor window whenever he should care to tear his gaze from his wife's voluptuous, full-blown figure.
Nicole drew the dress easily over her head, then began to run her hands up and down the length of her slightly undulating body as she licked her lips in a sultry gesture of sexual supplication toward her husband. Rolling her shoulders, she smiled sensually and reached back to undo her brassiere, slipping it down over her arms and letting it fall lightly at her feet. Then she cupped her nakedly exposed breasts once again and began tweaking and pulling on her pink, lust-distended nipples as her big dark eyes never once left her husband's appreciative stare. From time to time their eyes met, and the electricity in their desire-charged exchange was almost palpable in the sensuous hush of the plush big bedroom.
"You like me, cheri?" she asked, her voice guttural with rampant lust. "Tu m'aimes? I am all yours, darling. See?"
"I like it. I like it!" he replied hoarsely as he watched the seductive French girl turn her back to him and bend forward so that her ripely contoured ass-cheeks with their flimsy covering of black lace panties were obscenely proffered to his hungry gaze. Nicole reached up to grasp her panty waistband at either side and then slowly, ever so slowly, she lowered the thin band of tautly stretched material until first just the tip of the provocative little crevice separating the two half-moons and then the entire forbidden slit of her buttocks was exposed to his rapt attention. As she lowered the panties the length of her long lithe legs she wriggled her naked ass-cheeks salaciously in the air as though to provoke a response from her husband in the way that a matador draws a charge from the bull by waving his red cape. The voluptuous brunette let the panties come to rest on the sheepskin rug at her feet, then she reached back to grasp her ivory-colored, roundly sculpted buttocks, one in each hand, and spread her naked ass-cheeks slightly ... like a slave girl does for a prospective buyer.
"Now, master," she teased throatily, "you like your pretty Nicole? You want to have me for your very own?"
Watching the obscenely exposed slit of his wife's lasciviously gyrating ass-cheeks, Burt found he was unable to speak before he had taken a long deep breath of air, followed by a glass-draining swill of brandy. His eyes fixed greedily on the dark shadow that he knew concealed the tight little hole of her anus as he responded in a low urgent tone of command.
"Get that beautiful little ass of yours over here on the double," he ordered his wantonly bent over wife. Nicole raised up and turned around to face her husband, her eyes heavy with the untrammeled lust that her own erotically inciting display had aroused deep in her moistly throbbing cunt. Her eyes dropped to the protruding bulge in the crotch of her husband's trousers just as he lowered one hand to the rigid elongated swell and began to rub his erection.
The voluptuous French woman walked languorously toward the bed, her flaring young hips swaying seductively from side to side as she moved. She stood for a moment beside the foot of the bed, then she turned around and lay back in a lewdly beckoning spread-eagled position across it. She began to wriggle her ass-cheeks impatiently down into the mattress as her husband crawled over toward her and positioned himself in a kneeling position between her legs.
"What's your pleasure, beautiful," he asked, his eyes drinking in every enticing curve and hollow of her naked body lying there for him to do with as he pleased. He decided to let his wife call the shots this time. They enjoyed the varying roles and games they invented to heighten their obscene pleasure in the sex act. Okay, for awhile he'd play slave-boy.
"Eat my pussy, slave," she begged, her voice heavy with the maddening excitement she knew she would be experiencing in a few short moments.
The dark-haired woman's breath caught in her throat as she felt her husband's fingers graze lightly over the sensitive plane of her belly, then work on down to stroke over the sparse curls of her black pubic hair. A tremor of complete wantonness shot through her as she felt his fingers slowly part the hot, moistly tingling lips of her desire-racked pussy, allowing a titillating rush of cool late afternoon air to wash over the trembling wet furrow.
"Oh, my God," she breathed, at the same time jerking her clenching buttocks up off the bed in an eager search for more of Burt's lewdly provoking ministrations. She closed her eyes to better feel the delicious stroking of the older man's caressing fingertips along the length of her receptively opening pussy-slit. Feeling the deliberate motion of his fingers cease for a moment, she again opened her eyes, only to see his blonde hair bending down to embed itself up between her cooperatively parted thighs.
Burt pushed his wife's quaking legs even farther apart as his open mouth searched out her beckoning cuntal crevice. At last his hungrily darting tongue came into searing contact with the velvety smoothness of Nicole's trembling wet pussy, and his wife acknowledged the touch by thrusting her hair-lined cunt fitfully up into her husband's working face.
"Oh Burt, Burt, baby, you're wonderful," he heard her mewl above him as her hands worked their wav into his hair to grip it firmly and pull his face even more tightly into her wet churning vaginal furrow. "Do eet to me, Burt. Fuck me with your tongue."
His wife's lewd encouragement caused Burt to throw himself into his obscene labors with all the enthusiasm of a six year old set to work on a cherry-topped mountain of ice cream sundae. Frantically his tongue laved along the two sides of her warmly moistened pussy, licking first up one tender ridge and then back down the other, his cheeks all the while feeling the gentle brushing of her cuntal hair as his head moved up and down, up and down between her thighs. Then his hotly slaving tongue searched out the already tautening little nub of the moaning French woman's clitoris, swirling expertly around and around the rigidly up-thrust peak, provoking it to a fever pitch of erotic hardness. Nicole's response was to pull her husband's hair even more forcefully, as though her hands were acting automatically in a passion-demented reply to Burt's expert tongue movements.
"Darrrr-ling, it is soooo good," Nicole groaned over and over again into the lust-charged stillness of the master bedroom.
Burt smiled in demonic satisfaction at his wife's sex-crazed response to his wetly licking tongue. It always pleased him no end to have a passionate, beautiful woman squirming in helpless depravity before the conquering strokes of his expertly fucking tongue. It was at this more than at any other moment of his life that he felt most powerful, most in command, most on top of life and everything it had to offer.
Wanting to tease his wife more now, to make her beg again for his titillating oral caresses, the slightly drunk American lifted his mouth away from his wife's convulsively twitching cunt, waiting for her reaction to the sudden removal of the wet laving instrument bringing her so much pleasure.
He didn't have long to wait! Nicole began to whine helplessly and grind her feverishly working ass-cheeks upward in search of the man's cruelly withheld tongue. "Bu-u-rt, don't do this to me, suck me. Please, darling, lick meeee."
Burt blew a long stream of hot air over the writhing woman's sense-heightened vaginal furrow, dieting a long appreciative whimper from her passion-parched lips. Then his own burgeoning lust would let him hold back no longer as he again fastened his mouth down on her rigid little clitoral bud. He sucked at its distended hardness relentlessly before again licking his way up and down her moistened cuntal slit. Then, in the ultimate coup of sexual dominance, he thrust his tongue right up into his wife's convulsively clenching vagina, wriggling it around and around within her spasming hot depths before withdrawing it only to thrust it back up inside again even farther than before. Nicole's responsive mewls broke into a sustained groan of lewdly peaking excitement as she pumped her pelvis up and pulled her husband's head down in an automatic primal rhythm dictated by a rapidly building orgasm the writhing woman could feel surging like a red ball of molten fire right in the depths of her loins.
"Oh, baby, fuck me, tongue-fuck me, I'm going to cuuuummmm," and the seething pinnacle had arrived, carrying the abandonedly squirming woman along on its sensuous summit like a tidal wave carries a rag doll.
Burt could feel the brunette's liquid passion gushing from her convulsively twitching cuntal hole as her orgasm swept through her like a cyclone. He continued sucking and lapping at her wetly clenching pussy until the raging storm of her release had subsided, then he raised his head to look first at the glistening, hair-lined pink furrow of her satiated vaginal slit, then up at her contentedly smiling face curled upward at the corners in a lewd grin of climactic release.
"Like that, baby?" he grinned as his own hand reached down to again caress the rock-hard bulge of his obscenely distended cock through his pants. Just as he was about to give his wife her orders, he thought he caught a glimpse of a fleeting figure moving across the curtain-covered opening of the French doors leading out onto the patio. He puzzled a moment over who or what it might have been, then dismissing the incident as a figment of his imagination, he turned his attention back to the very real swell in his pants and the beautiful woman lying beneath him who was about to do something about it.
* * *
After a few minutes of venting her hurt and frustration in tears, Debbie had sat up abruptly on her wide, canopied bed, struck with a thought that filled her with embarrassment and shame. As she sat up the girl noticed Oscar sitting motionless at the doorway to her room, and she smiled in spite of her sorrow and confusion.
"Oh, Oscar, just looking at you always makes me feel better. Come here, boy." At this clear signal from the young visitor the big German shepherd stood up and walked over to the bed. Jumping up beside her, he took a broad lick at the girl's face as he sat proudly next to her.
The young American flushed in embarrassment for a moment. The dog was always so affectionate almost as though he really cared for her. She looked at his profile closely for a moment, until he turned toward her and again licked up the length of her face, this time straight on. Though her mother had always instructed Debbie never to let animals lick her face, she couldn't help feeling oddly touched and warmed by Oscar's obvious allegiance to her in spite of the scene with her uncle and her own stupidity. Not that Oscar could know anything about the whole incident he hadn't even been present but still his silent comradeship was comforting.
For Debbie realized now that her behavior before her uncle and aunt had indeed been stupid and childish, and she wondered grimly how she could ever face them again, now that they knew what an immature, unsophisticated twit she was.
It seemed perfectly clear to the girl now that her uncle had simply been joking with her in the sophisticated way he would chat with any adult of his own social set. And she had acted like a prissy little school girl who couldn't hear any reference to the male anatomy or to sexual relations without blushing in shame. Her aunt and uncle had tried to treat her like an equal, like a companion instead of like a child who had to be tended for and worried about at every moment. Oh, how could she have been so dumb! she chided herself. Granted she wasn't used to being treated like an adult by her relatives back home. As far as they were concerned she was still a kid who wasn't supposed to know about those forbidden, 'dirty' subjects like sex yet.
But Debbie had come to the Riviera to get a fresh outlook on life, and she had blown her first encounter with the new world. She only hoped her aunt and uncle would accept an apology from her to the effect that she'd been so tired the wine had gone straight to her head and made her feel kind of dizzy and that was why she'd run off. After all, it was plausible enough. All those hours without sleep and the excitement of a new place was enough to make anyone act a little strange.
The excited blonde was still too wound up to go to sleep, so she decided to go outside and tour the grounds around the villa. Maybe she could find a way down the cliffs to get a closer look at the sea.
Beckoning Oscar to accompany her, the girl headed out of the room and down the broad staircase, the dog close at her heels.
Debbie had been outside only a few minutes when she heard a lusty male voice call out something that the girl couldn't quite make out. She stood silent for a moment, uncertain where the noise had come from, then, as she heard the softer tones of a female voice she recognized as Nicole's she determined that her aunt and uncle must be in that room with the partially drawn drapes on the other side of the patio. May as well go in and face the music now, the young blonde thought to herself, once more rehearsing her apology in her head as she made her way to the open French windows.
Suddenly Debbie froze dead in her tracks as she caught a glimpse of what was going on on the other side of the windows. The room was apparently Burt and Nicole's bedroom, and her lovely, dark-haired aunt was at this very moment standing stark naked on the sheepskin rug, bent over from the waist, her white rounded ass-cheeks waving salaciously in the air in obvious invitation to her lustfully grinning husband on the bed. Aware of her vulnerable position behind the gossamer curtains, Debbie was able to summon up just enough presence of mind to step sideways a little so she was fairly well hidden by the partially drawn, heavier drapes.
"Get that beautiful ass of yours over here on the double," she heard her Uncle Burt order, and for one shocked moment she feared she had been discovered and that the command was meant for her. But looking around the corner of the drapes, she saw the full undulating mounds of her aunt's firmly molded ass-cheeks swaying provocatively as the older woman obeyed her husband's ominous command.
The watching young American girl felt a surge of amazement and of simultaneous vicarious excitement soar through her own lust titillated loins as she watched the impressively beautiful body of her French aunt lie back in wanton abandon on the king-sized bed. The innocent visitor felt the twin demons of horror and lewd anticipation prick at her suspense-tautened belly as she watched Nicole wriggle her buttocks lasciviously in obvious eagerness for her husband to get on with his lustful plans. The horror was directed at the obvious wrongness of her position as a voyeur to the private bedroom activities of her hosts. The lewd anticipation was something she had never known in herself before. Certainly she had known sexual arousal, but not this overpowering insidious heat that promised incredible unknown pleasures to her rapidly moistening pussy. She couldn't understand it! What was going on in the bedroom had nothing to do with her. She shouldn't even be here. She was the older couple's guest, and it was horribly wrong of her to watch their private sexual encounter like this. She must get away at once!
But the coed was powerless to act at her own urging. The curiosity that had been aroused both in her brain and cunt demanded that she stay on and at least find out what would happen next. She had never come face to face with real seasoned sensuality before, and her awakening twenty year old body craved an opportunity to learn exactly what it was all about.
Debbie's inner struggle was interrupted by the astonishingly lewd words uttered by her beautiful, passionately undulating aunt. "Eat my pussy," she had said. No, it wasn't possible! Surely no self-respecting married woman would allow her own husband to do such a perversely depraved thing to her!
But it must be so, because already her Uncle Burt, kneeling between the begging woman's thighs was spreading the brunette's pussy-flanges with his hands and lowering his head down, ever down toward the lewdly grinding hair-lined crevice which beckoned him in obscene invitation. His mouth had obviously made contact with the wetly waiting vaginal slit, for Nicole was cooing and mewling in depraved appreciation of his obscene act.
She was enjoying it! She was actually enjoying this oral rape of her nakedly surrendered cunt by her own fully clothed,, lust-deranged husband! Debbie tried her best to feel morally shocked and repulsed by what was happening before her very eyes, but she couldn't deny the sudden raging heat that was sending prickling sparks of wanton desire throughout her love-starved body. Automatically she raised one trembling hand to caress the full firm mound of her responsively heaving breast. Oh, it was just too horrible, the young virgin moaned to herself, but how good it must feel. Otherwise why would her aunt be writhing and groaning in obvious ecstasy on the bed before Uncle Burt's salaciously licking tongue?
Her eyes fixed on the perverted scene being enacted in the bedroom, Debbie allowed the other hand to slip up and begin caressing her other warmly tingling breast, bringing both her lust-sharpened nipples to turgid erectness under the thin material of her brassiere and short blue dress.
A sudden startling pressure at the crease of her slightly undulating ass-cheeks almost caused the engrossed coed to scream aloud. But she caught herself just in time, and turned around to find an excited Oscar beaming eagerly up at his new young mistress. Oh, my God! She had forgotten all about the dog in her frantic witnessing of her abandoned uncle and aunt's depraved coupling. He must have sensed the seething hot excitement up between her trembling legs and had been prodding his nose up toward her pussy in a natural animalistic gesture of response to a female in heat.
Feverishly gripping the big German shepherd by the scruff of the neck, Debbie pushed him forcefully away, praying that the dog would obey and that he would remain silent so as yet not to give her away. It would be more embarrassment than she could ever explain away if Uncle Burt and Aunt Nicole should find their young niece spying on their obscene love-making. God, she would have to return home immediately, too ashamed ever to face her hosts again. And how would they feel if they knew someone else was party to their perverse marital secrets?
Luckily the dog slunk sheepishly to the far end of the patio where he turned and sat facing his owners' young guest, a mixed look of cowed hurt and still bright curiosity on his handsome face. Debbie felt a momentary pang of guilt at rejecting the proud animal so heartlessly, but the resurging female moans emanating from the bedroom immediately wrenched her attention back to the more pressing matter at hand.
Again the young girl let her hands move up to stroke the softly heaving mounds of her full ripe breasts as she watched her aunt pulling Uncle Burt's face in harder against her wetly glistening vaginal slit. Before Debbie was even aware of what she was doing, the transfixed virgin had allowed one hand to trail down over her tapering waist and firm flat belly to the slightly protruding mound guarding her most secret parts. Not allowing herself to think more deeply about the great wrong she was committing, her hand darted under the short hem of her dress and drew aside the flimsy crotch band of her desire-moistened panties.
It was all Debbie could do to keep from moaning aloud as her fingertips made forbidden contact with the trembling, hair-covered lips of her wetly aroused cunt. Her fingers stroked gently back and forth along the velvety flanges of her passion-racked pussy until they came to the tingling nub of her hard quivering clitoris. The darting flames of white-hot desire that went soaring through the blonde's wantonly incited loins were almost more than she could bear. Her legs quaked feebly and she feared that her knees would buckle under her. But she had to go on-to make the most of this depraved delicious excitement that was laving her responsive belly with the kind of pleasure that Uncle Burt's tongue must be bringing Nicole's wet squirming pussy.
But what was this? Uncle Burt had quit sucking at the wildly bucking cunt. His face, smeared with pussy juice, lifted to stare in lewd triumph at the pathetically moaning brunette. Was it over? No, obviously Nicole still wanted more. Her ass-cheeks were thrusting feverishly in frustrated search of his maliciously withheld tongue.
And the big blonde grinning man was obviously enjoying the suffering he was subjecting his lust-depraved wife to. He was smiling in sadistic satisfaction down at her writhing loins. Now she was begging him to go on, and after a few more moments' calculated wait he thrust his head back down between Nicole's widespread, heaving thighs.
Debbie's eyes half closed at the ecstatic abandon of watching her handsome uncle again burying his face down against his wife's heatedly steaming loins, and she thrust a finger right up into her own virginally clutching little cunt, imagining that it was Uncle Burt's tongue bringing her this searing erotic pleasure. She quickly shoved a second finger up to join the first and began fucking frantically in and out of the moistly dilating cavern of her cunt in time to the bobbing blonde head working up between her aunt's thrashing, jerking legs.
And then her aunt was cumming, wailing out her orgasm, and Debbie threw her own head back in vicarious enjoyment of the wildly forbidden pleasure that her uncle's expertly laving tongue must be bringing Nicole's cunt.
Eyes closed, the totally abandoned young American thrust her furiously working fingers far up into her own cock-denied pussy, feeling her welcome release beginning to build from the darkest recesses of her fitfully clenching womb. Deeper ... she had to work her fingers deeper ... she had to make herself cum, cum like Uncle Burt was making beautiful Nicole cum...
In her single-minded desire to pull herself up to the final peak of orgiastic excitation, Debbie moved one leg farther apart and thrust her pussy-mound forward in wanton lewdness, the other hand pinching tautingly at the cloth-covered mound of her excitedly heaving breast. Feeling the lust-tendrils climbing, climbing, Debbie opened her eyes to revel in the glory of her thrilling self-manipulation ... and was immediately seized with a mind-distorting panic. She had stepped halfway out from behind her drape shield and had only the thin material of the curtain between herself and her uncle's head rising from between his wife's sated, parted legs. Oh God! If he should see her! She had to get away!
Pulling her fingers from between her own parted legs with an obscene slurp, the excited young blonde darted distractedly across the window and back toward the front of the house, passing a curious Oscar who had been patiently watching the whole lewd goings-on with more than a trace of interest. But the dog had been well-trained, and without being beckoned, he would not advance toward the obviously aroused female again after her initial rebuff.
The big dog puzzled for a moment over whether he should follow the obviously upset young blonde or whether he should perhaps investigate what it was that had so captivated her attention in his master's bedroom.
The dog loped easily across the patio and nudged gently at the slightly opened French doors. He worked his way through the maze of door, curtain and drape and headed toward the bed where his mistress was slowly raising herself up on her elbows, a look of sultry arousal on her beautiful face.
"Ah, look who eees arrived, darling. It is my other sweetheart. Perhaps he can join in our leeeetle game too, okay?" The naked woman smiled coyly at her still fully clothed husband as he stood at the bedside table pouring himself another cognac in preparation for round two of the afternoon's sexual entertainment.
"Why not, baby? After all, that's what I bought him for. To help keep lots of variety in our lives."
"And do not the swapping parties and the orgies keep my dear husband in enough variety, eh?"
"Well, it's nice to have a little extra excitement right here at home, too. Besides, baby, you got to admit you really dig my little present here yourself, don't you?"
"Of course, darling. Oscar is a wonderful dog. In fact, just thinking about how nice he is makes me want to get on with our little game." The naked brunette had risen to her feet and was parting her legs a little to let the big German shepherd nuzzle up along her firm, olive-toned thighs toward her moistly squirming pussy.
Burt drained his glass once again and headed toward a plush velvet-covered chair in one corner of the room. He sat down and gazed across at the lust-inciting spectacle of his passion-heated, curvaceous wife urging the big dog to lick her cunt. God, she was gorgeous, he thought to himself. And what a wild fuck! He'd been really lucky to get himself a wife like her. She was real class, as well as being God's gift to man in the sack. Even with his looks and money, he'd been a little worried about being able to land the lovely Nicole De Cointane when he'd first met her. She was from one of the oldest and most respected families in France, and with her connections and beauty she'd had her choice of any man her little heart desired.
But lucky for Burt Carpenter, she'd fallen for him the minute she'd met him. That was good planning, because Burt had already had his mind set on her, and what Carpenter wanted, Carpenter had to have. He would have followed her to the ends of the earth if necessary. Not least of which was an animated interest in sex. New ways, new ideas, new partners it all kept their wedded life one of perpetual and unpredictable bliss.
Time to get this show on the road, Burt smirked to himself as he watched his wife throw her lovely dark head back in salacious anticipation of the moment when the dog's tongue would leave the firmly molded columns of her thighs for the hot pulsing wetness of her waiting vagina.
"Okay, baby, you c'mon over here," Burt ordered thickly, the aching hardness of the stiffly pulsating member hidden inside his pants making the parched man feel like a refugee from a week's stroll on the Sahara.
The lushly contoured brunette walked languorously toward her husband, the excited German shepherd close on her heels. As she stood expectantly before Burt's chair waiting for further developments, her husband eased himself forward so that his buttocks were resting on the edge of his seat. Nicole grinned wantonly as she realized what her husband had in mind and she dropped lithely to her knees before him.
"My darling husband has a treat for his leetle Nicole?" she asked coyly, her big brown eyes heavy with lust as she turned them up to meet her husband's blue ones.
"I want you to take it out for me, baby," Burt replied, grinning in lewd anticipation as his nakedly kneeling wife obediently edged forward on her knees to get closer to the concealed object of her desire. It sent a shivering tingle of excitement through the big man's loins to see a woman on her knees like this naked, subservient, just begging to become the slave of his thick hard cock.
Nicole reached forward to grasp the zipper of his fly, but her hand dropped before reaching its destination and began massaging his desire-swollen penis through the material of his pants, causing him to gasp as she moved her palm expertly in tiny taunting circles across his throbbingly distended rigidity.
"C'mon, baby, get it out," Burt urged hoarsely. "I'm gonna cum before you even get the zipper down if you don't hurry."
"Are you going to let me have my darling Oscar?" Nicole teased him as she continued to rub salaciously at the bulge of rampant cock-swelling in the front of her husband's pants.
"Oh no, baby. No dog cock for you until you get mine nicely settled up in that luscious mouth of yours," Burt retorted through gritted teeth, scarcely able to stand the strain of his painfully dilated organ begging for release.
"Oh, you are so cruel to your leetle Nicole," the voluptuously endowed brunette eluded playfully, her sultry Latin pout making Burt's long thick cock jerk more impatiently this time in anticipation of finding a moist lust-receptacle between those full generous lips.
As she spoke, the kneeling French woman reached for the zipper of Burt's pants and fumbled momentarily with the catch before pulling it down to allow the pulsing fleshy cock-shaft hidden within to burst free into proud menacing life. With a low, lusty sigh. Carpenter took his wife's hand and wrapped her fingers around his burgeoning thickness, where she drew back the foreskin so that the round swollen head popped out a few inches in front of her passion-transfixed eyes. His breath coming in excited pants, he thrust his pelvis forward slightly so that his bloated cock-head came into salacious contact with her still compressed lips.
"Come on, baby, open wide," he coaxed, but she drew her head back a moment, looking innocently up at the big American.
"Ah, we are in a hurry, darling? You have an appointment with another girl, perhaps?" she teased. Before he could reply, her flickering pink tongue darted out from between her sultry lips to stab hotly up into the tiny slit topping his bulbous cock-head.
"Uuuuuhh," Burt grunted from the initial breathtaking shock of soaring sexual electricity that caused him to collapse back into the chair and let the talented brunette slide her warm, wetly ovaled mouth down the full length of his maddeningly throbbing member. He raised his head momentarily from the center of lustful excitement down between his legs and noticed Oscar sitting obediently a few feet away from the nakedly kneeling Nicole, obviously waiting for any slight signal that would allow him to get in on the fun.
The man's attention was wrenched forcefully away from the German shepherd as another electric-like tremor shot through his aroused body as his skillful French wife again ran her tongue over his turgidly swollen glans, drawing from it the first seeping drops of rising pre-seminal fluid collecting in the little slit on his cock-tip.
"Oh, that tastes sooo goood," Nicole cooed in obscene appreciation, obviously reveling in her depraved self-abasement as she knelt in abject servitude to her husband's hotly pulsing penis. She drew her head back from his loins for a moment and smiled up at him, his gleaming lubricant lewdly decorating the corners of her sensual mouth. "Do you think there is more inside there for me, darling?" she asked coyly.
"No more games, baby," Burt suddenly growled as he leaned forward to tangle his hands in his wife's lustrous dark hair and pull her head cruelly downward while he simultaneously rammed his loins forward.
Nicole was unable to say another word before his thick stampeding cock rammed in between her moistly parted lips, sliding the full length of her tongue inside, filling her mouth with his hot pulsing penis. This was a variation on the usual way they played the game. At some point in their teasing mutual game-playing, her husband would forcefully take the lead and bend his wife to his dominant will so that she became a subservient, avidly responding slave to his every whim.
Now the young wife fought to keep from gagging as Carpenter's cock slid farther and farther up into her ruthlessly impaled throat until her mouth was filled to brimming with hard hot cock. Burt's hips began a slow undulation on the velvet chair as his thick penis established a rhythmical back and forth tempo up into the kneeling brunette's hungrily sucking mouth, moving with the steel-grip aid of his hand in her hair.
Leaning down to watch Nicole's cheeks puffing out each time he pushed his palpitating member up between her wide-stretched lips, Burt's grin widened as he saw his burgeoning cock-shaft fucking steadily in and out of her helplessly trapped face. It made an exciting picture the lush young woman kneeling between his legs, her long dark hair held firmly in his guiding hand as he thrust his wetly glistening penis in and out between her straining lips while she groaned in submission below.
"Aaaaaahhh, God," he moaned in response to the combined effects of the salacious picture before him and the skillfully darting tongue wrapping hotly around his cock-head deep up inside her moist oral cavern. As he looked down, she stared up at him and their eyes locked momentarily in an exchanged signal of mutually satisfied lust. She tried to smile, as much as any woman could smile with a full-swollen penis lodged in her mouth, and then went slavishly back to work, sucking and laving, nibbling gently in unhindered abandon as she sought to bring her husband to a soaring peak of lust-charged excitement.
"Oh, that's my baby. Oh, you better believe it. Most talented set of lips this side of the old Red River. Suck it, Nicole baby, suck," Burt egged the feverishly laboring woman on, then, his eyes again focusing on the still waiting Oscar, he decided now was the time to bring the big animal into the act. "Baby, I'm going to give you a big reward for being such a good cock-sucker," Burt half moaned, his eyes still fixed on the dog. "Come on, Oscar. Come here, boy," he called softly.
Needing no further coaxing, the huge German shepherd rose to his feet and padded over to where his master and mistress were lewdly entwined in another of their inventive acts of love. The animal had been specially trained to bring pleasure to human females before he was purchased by Burt, but it depended on the man's whim of the day whether or not the dog would be permitted to participate in his sexual experiments with his wife. But Oscar got plenty of attention anyway at the regular orgies held at the villa, where often several women in an evening would beg his services. But he always enjoyed mounting his own beautiful mistress best of all. like the highly trained thoroughbred that he was, however, Oscar had waited obediently for the man's signal before approaching the passion-aroused naked female.
And now a clear signal had been given! The dog responded eagerly to the lust-distorted voice that ordered him to approach the sun-dappled ass-cheeks Nicole was waggling back in his direction while her head continued to bob excitedly up and down over Burt's long hard penis. Not exactly sure what was expected of him, the dog walked deliberately forward, moving up behind the woman's kneeling body and cautiously edging his nose up between her slightly parted thighs.
The brunette's entire body jerked as she felt the first heated contact of the dog's nose against her sensitive buttocks-crevice. Her eyes looked questioningly up at her husband's while she continued to work her mouth energetically up and down his penetrating cock-shaft, but his only answer to her silent pleading was a lecherous grin. There was a full-length mirror across the room that gave the man an unimpeded view of Nicole's waving ass-cheeks, and he watched avidly as the dog continued to sniff curiously at his target. When the lust-demented woman reached back to try to help the dog's mouth find her needful cunt, her husband pulled harshly at her hair so that she was forced to return to her sucking and let the man determine when she should receive the much desired pleasure of the dog's ministrations. Burt grinned in satisfaction as he watched his wife's full attention return to the business of bringing moist laving enjoyment to his steadily pistoning member. Almost all its turgid hardness seemed to disappear with each smooth stroke up into her warmly welcoming mouth until only a little hair-trimmed stretch of glistening whiteness showed beyond the pink oval of her clasping lips.
Fascinated by the lewd sight at his loins, Carpenter almost missed the first snaking appearance of Oscar's long red tongue as it darted out to lick wetly up the wide-split crevice between his mistress' buttocks. Looking up just in time to catch the salacious picture in the mirror, Burt saw his wife's nakedly kneeling body jerk spasmodically as the dog's tongue burrowed slightly into the clenched tightness of her sensitive little anal ring. As Nicole raised her ass-cheeks in proffered surrender, the animal began lapping at the hair-lined furrow between her thighs in earnest, running his broad tongue from her tiny sensation-packed clitoris over the fluted pink edges of her cunt and up to the pinched entrance to her sphincter-guarded rectum. Oscar's great wet tongue spread through the receptively moistening crevice like a hot knife through butter, darting relentlessly now up between the quivering woman's widespread thighs, stopping sporadically to curl its way deep into her clasping pussy channel. Nicole's entire body was shaking in heatedly building excitement, and her husband could feel her mouth closing in feverish rhythm to the erotic swirls of the dog's thick pulpy tongue at her passion-racked pussy.
The lust-enslaved brunette began to moan incoherently around the hardened cock-shaft filling her salivating warm mouth. As the giant animal tongue continued to thrust exuberantly up into her moistly clasping cunt, Nicole reached desperately behind her with one hand to spread the full tawny mounds of her writhing buttocks and give the skillful beast full access to her vaginal slit. The tongue lashed for another long moment, and then the moaning young French woman felt the aroused German shepherd crowding closer in against her salaciously waving ass-cheeks, his intention plain he wanted to fuck her! Groaning with depraved desire, she obediently raised her eagerly quivering buttocks a little higher, bending before the sleek dog in slavish surrender, her face still anchored voraciously to her husband's thick hard penis ramming like a flesh-piston up into her ovaled mouth.
Spellbound by the obscene reflection in the mirror, Burt Carpenter watched his dog mount his naked young wife, his strong furry forelegs locking around her wasp-like waist. Already the glistening scarlet penis was slipping from its hairy sheath beneath Oscar's belly and dripping lewdly behind the waving half-moons of the excited woman's buttocks. The tapered red shaft danced and slipped in the young brunette's wetly heated pussy-crevice in energetic search of her little hair-lined hole while the kneeling girl ground her full ivory hips in a frantic attempt to help the dog find his goal.
Sobbing in desperation, Nicole worked like a bitch in heat to entice the long scarlet organ up inside her hungrily craving cunt. Time and time again the sharp tip missed her tiny vaginal opening until at last it slid up to find momentary purchase at her cringing anal ring where it tried to enter. Crying aloud in sudden fright, Nicole tensed automatically to evade the lust-hardened animal shaft and in final desperation to feel that lovely dog cock up inside her belly she reached back with one hand and grasped the well-lubricated penis to guide it deep up into her warmly welcoming pussy.
Sensing that he had won a strategic victory, the dog rammed forward, parting the female swollen pussy-lips wider and wider with each delirious forward thrust until his slippery instrument was lodged well up inside her wetly gripping cunt.
Carpenter watched in delighted awe as the huge German shepherd continued his jerky forward movements, burying his glistening cudgel deep into the kneeling young brunette's wide-stretched pussy, pounding the thick hardness in until it was sunk to the very hilt and his hairy animal balls were dangling obscenely below the woman's wet pubic hair.
At first the impaled young wife gave a little cry of shock which quickly turned into a guttural moan of delight as Oscar's long animal cock slid up into her heatedly impassioned vagina. Undulating her body sensuously, she shoved her hips backward to answer the dog's frantic forward rushes, abandoning herself to the wonderful animal fucking she was receiving from behind. Her full swaying breasts danced in time to the lascivious movements of her gyrating ass-cheeks and the obscene bob-bob-bobbing of her greedily working head over her human lover's stiffly embedded cock-shaft in her saliva-filled mouth.
To Burt's delight, each powerful thrust of the rutting animal shoved the girl forward onto his long thick cock so that if filled to brimming with great swirling heat-waves of burning sensual feeling as she continued sucking voraciously at his jackhammering rod of flesh.
Puffed to bursting with the heady ambrosia of being filled simultaneously with the wondrously distended cocks of her big strong husband and her delightful furry pet, the masochistically aroused French woman began slaving for all she was worth to bring the maximum pleasure to both her human and animal lover. How she loved them both! How she wanted them to feel teeming rushing waves of steadily building lust pouring through their every nerve-ending before they spilled their potent loads of white-hot male cum deep up into her opposing sensual orifices. Their cum how she wanted to feel swelling whirls of endlessly spurting semen filling her throat and cunt to orgasmic completion! Licking on her husband's rigidly impaling cock filling her mouth as though it were a delicious lollipop, she thrust her firmly ripe buttocks back in complete wantonness to seek the oncoming thrusts of her skilled dog lover.
His face writhing in pleasurable agony, Burt could feel the head of his cock jerk and throb under that knowing tongue until it felt as though he had a resounding pulsing heartbeat centered right on the end of his penis. As he watched the tender pink flesh of Nicole's lips pulled out with his saliva-slickened cock-shaft, clinging hungrily to his lust-hardened thickness as she sucked with a lewd fervor, Carpenter could feel his semen welling ominously in his sperm-filled balls.
He was going to cum in her mouth soon he could feel it building, building like the approaching eye of a hurricane, and as though sensing his peaking desire, his salaciously kneeling wife worked like a woman possessed to draw his hot sperm from his fitfully jerking cock. As she sucked she continued to receive Oscar's animal penis far up into her clutching vaginal depths with each buttocks-flattening thrust the big dog made into her heatedly quivering cunt.
The incredibly obscene sight at last triggering him off, Carpenter rammed deep up into his wife's hollowing throat one last time, holding her face in the vise-like prison of his heavy hands. Without warning, his huge burgeoning cock began to jerk spasmodically, spewing hot jets of cum into his wife's eager young mouth. Nicole groaned in masochistic pleasure as she continued sucking, her Adam's apple bobbing madly up and down as she tried to keep up with the gushing sperm that spewed heatedly into the hungry confines of her tightly ovaled mouth. Desperately she swallowed, clasping her lips in an elastic ring around the convulsively ejaculating member, swirling her tongue around and around his swollen cock-head. She wanted to suck him dry, to draw all his superior male potency from him, to fill her own heated little belly with the pungent life-giving fluid. Spurred on by her husband's continuing groans of abandoned climactic pleasure, Nicole sucked and sucked at the jerking throbbing cock-shaft until one last shuddering spurt told her she had received all it had to offer for the moment. She continued nibbling and sucking, mewling passionately around the lust-sated instrument as it gradually began to deflate between her ovaled lips.
The momentary preoccupation of her husband's cumming had caused the young wife to almost forget about the other rock-hard member ramming furiously up into her hungrily clutching cunt from behind. But now she looked through desire-dimmed eyes back over her shoulder to encourage her faithfully humping pet.
"Oh, Oscar, baby. Fuck me, darling. Fuck your little Nicole." And her buttocks swayed in increasingly abandoned circles as she egged the animal into greater activity. The obscenely swaying girl was no longer human, but a quivering mass of sweating, lust-deranged sense-flesh that begged to be reveling in being dominated by this panting beast, overflowing with an ungovernable lust, as she ground her naked ass-cheeks back against the dog's jerking loins like a she-beast rutting in the wilds.
Leaning forward, Burt watched in incredulous fascination, his depleted cock lying limply outside his unzipped trousers. He could see the tiny rivulets of moisture building in the crevice between the woman's lasciviously rotating buttocks and flowing lewdly down the fleshy furrow to become lost in the matted hair of the pumping animal's loins.
And then the eagerly responding brunette threw her head back so that her eyes met her husband's as she felt the first fiery waves of an onrushing tide gathering in the depths of her belly. Her eyes grew glazed with unthinking lust as she looked at her husband in an expression that was almost pleading.
"Ooooooooh, darling ... my wonderful Oscar. You are mking me go crazy. Fuck me, fuck me, darling. Make you Nicole cum, cheri."
The lewdly pleading voice died in a strangled mixture of sob and sigh as the first wild spasms of her orgasm struck, and then Nicole moaned gutturally, thrusting her wildly convulsing loins back against the raging dog-penis in a frantic desperate lunge.
"Aaaaaagggghhhh ... aaaauuuueeee! I'm cum-mmmming," she wailed.
The timing couldn't have been better. Oscar responded with a brutal forward stab just as his burgeoning hot shaft began to jerk inside his mistress's clutching womb and spew its scalding animal cum in soaring liquid jets far up into her vaginal depths.
The wantonly incited French girl's ecstatic moans grew louder and her tautened, globe-like buttocks reacted convulsively to the lewd animal explosion filling her cock-filled belly. A combination of sperm and her own overflowing orgasmic juices gushed from her greedily sucking cunt as the kneeling brunette tossed her long hair from side to side across her husband's lap and reveled in the slippery heated moisture trickling along the insides of her own trembling thighs. It was almost too wonderful to expect to live through it, this intense satisfaction her two talented lovers had brought her. Dazedly the satiated woman was aware of the dwindling dog-penis slipping from her cunt as she, herself, fell back onto the sheepskin rug and lay in wanton spread-legged exhaustion on the floor at her husband's feet.
"Thank you for letting me have Oscar, darling. Your cock tasted so good," she mumbled up at him, closing her eyes in the heavy stupor of post-love-making laziness.
As Burt sat in the chair gently stroking his again rising cock, he wondered to himself how his young niece would react to her first encounter with his tongue and penis ... and the thought brought renewed fire to his loins.
CHAPTER THREE
After being startled from her abandoned finger-fucking on the patio, Debbie went straight back up to her room and flung the door shut behind her. The fear and shame-tormented blonde paced the room feverishly for several agonizing minutes wondering: Oh God did he see me? Does Uncle Burt know I was watching him and Nicole make love? The possibility made their young guest go numb with terror and guilt. As the minutes wore on, however, and no one came to her door to confront her with her depraved behavior, she began to calm down a little.
After all, she had started to run just as Uncle Burt's head rose from her aunt's wetly glistening pussy. She must have made it! Her secret was safe. No one knew about her lust-demented self-manipulation outside her hosts' bedroom window except Oscar. And he couldn't tell if he wanted to.
As the young coed allowed her fears to relax a bit, she felt her entire travel-weary body beginning to sag with the exhaustion of the exciting long day's events.
Time for a nap, Debbie told herself as she removed her blue minidress and hung it carefully on a hanger in her closet. Next, off came her brassiere, and her full, passion-aroused breasts leaped free into the late afternoon warmth of the bedroom. The blonde smiled a little guiltily to herself as she removed her flimsy bikini panties and noticed that her crotch band was soaked with moisture from her earlier excitement.
Reaching into an overnight bag, the naked girl withdrew a dainty white lace mid-thigh nightgown that she quickly drew over her head and pulled down over the lush young contours of her body.
Drawing back the covers on the big double bed, the exhausted American slipped gratefully between the cool satin sheets and pulled the covers back up over her scantily clad nakedness.
Her shoulder-length blonde hair fanned out on the pillow around her head, Debbie dreamily closed her eyes and invited sleep to carry her away from the accumulated exhaustion of what amounted to better than thirty-six hours of eager wakefulness.
But sleep would not come! Instead of restful visions of floating clouds and secluded lagoons, the lust-inciting recollections of Uncle Burt's blonde head laboring over Nicole's wantonly parted thighs haunted the young girl's consciousness. What was the matter with her? she thought irritably. Was she turning into some kind of depraved sex freak who got turned on by watching her own uncle and aunt performing perverted acts of love? Perhaps she'd wished it was herself instead of Nicole stretched out under her uncle's incitingly working tongue. No, that was impossible! The confused blonde dismissed such an obscene thought from her mind at once, as usual attributing her natural sexual arousal to her long separation from her boy friend.
At the thought of Lars Petersen, Debbie found herself suddenly homesick for the quiet security of North Dakota, where she could be among safe conservative family and friends, not a helpless prey to the kind of perverse erotic stimuli that had inspired her fingers in that disgusting act of self-abuse this afternoon.
As thoughts of the afternoon again brought their visions of the depraved tongue-fucking by her big handsome uncle, Debbie scornfully rejected any inner suggestion that what she needed was to be safe and sheltered. Who needed it? the inexperienced blonde challenged herself defiantly. What she wanted was experience of the wider world to learn to be at ease in the kind of sophisticated company that her uncle and aunt undoubtedly kept. And being sophisticated meant that she would have to learn to take in her stride the eccentric peculiarities of the people around her. It didn't mean she had to be party to such depravity, she reminded herself. Just that she would learn to accept others as they were, without judging them in the light of the nineteenth-century moral code that prevailed back home in North Dakota.
Though her mind was a little fogged by drowsiness, Debbie felt proud of her adult attitude to what were undoubtedly lewd debasing acts. She now felt perfectly prepared to face her uncle and aunt later and apologize for her silliness at the lunch table. And she felt she could relegate her shocking discovery regarding the older couple's sexual behavior to a place in her subconscious where she could forgive it then forget it.
But again a vision of Nicole's nakedly voluptuous body writhing down into the mattress beneath Burt's hot prodding tongue stole into the young history student's mind, and she began to churn her own taut full buttocks lasciviously against the satin sheets as she recalled the soaring sensations of implacable lust that had earlier carried her own pleasure-racked body to the very brink of release.
Now that she was reminded of the heatedly building desire that had coursed through her young belly until she had been forced to stop fingering herself just short of a mind-blowing climax, she felt the excitement again titillating her love-starved cunt. She began to run her hands gently over the curvaceous expanse of her writhing, nightie-covered nakedness beneath the sheets, caressing the full heaving mounds of her up-thrust breasts, then the flat plane of her belly until her fingers poked under the hem of her nightdress to graze the silky down at the "vee" of her protruding pussy-mound. While one hand insinuated its way back up under her nightgown to cup the fleshy smoothness of her quivering breast-mound, the other probed down into the hair-lined moistness of her warmly pulsing cuntal entrance.
"Mmmmmmmmm," Debbie moaned breathily into the hushed stillness of the room as her fingertip grazed the pert rigidity of her already swollen clitoris. Around and around the finger worried the slippery nub of pleasure-racked sensation until at last it moved on down to poke and press at the desire-distended hole of her wetly quivering vagina. By long experience in her secret self-manipulations, the girl could make the darting excitement patterns shift and change by first circling the velvety cuntal dampness of her clasping pussy-hole, then shifting back up to her turgid little clitoral bud, then again prodding at her aching cunt. She practiced this tried and true method now in concerted effort to bring her cheated wet pussy back to the high plane of sensual excitation she had achieved this afternoon. "Oooooohhhh," she could feel it building the wonderful mind-possessing lust tendrils were barring her senses of everything but the fiery pangs of passion ricocheting from the pit of her heaving belly to the very tips of her curling toes and back again. It was soo good, sooooo goooood. Her lust-hazed mind wondered idly if it felt as good as Uncle Burt's tongue on Nicole's excited pussy.
Wanting to revel in the abandoned thrills of her wanton self-abasement, the young blonde impatiently shoved and kicked the covers off her nakedly heaving body as she flung her head wildly from side to side on the pillow. Once again, as she lay uncovered on the bed, her white nightie now gathered up above her frantically rising and falling breasts, Debbie pushed gently right on the center of her taut rigid clitoris, her immediate sense reaction almost as if it were an electric button that was shorting high voltage right through her every lust-inspired nerve ending. At the same time she tweaked the sensitive hardness of one turgidly distended little nipple, so that a new shot of sexual voltage shot out to meet and clash with the first. For several minutes, as she pinched and squeezed her erect little nipple, the dreamy-eyed blonde fondled and played with the moist unviolated crevice up between her salaciously splayed thighs, stretching her legs even farther apart as the pleasure-pangs of lust built steadily in her desire-deranged mind.
But she knew what she liked best was to have her pussy filled with something; so, as she had earlier this afternoon, she passed a questing fingertip over the moistly petaled opening to her heated vagina, then thrust it right up into the spasmodically clenching passage. And again one finger was not enough, so she feverishly sent another soaring up into the clenching hot depths to join the first. She was so wet the fingers were easily absorbed, and the panting girl started sawing them in and out, finding she got additional titillation from the lewd sucking sound they made as they groped as far as possible up into the rubbery confines of her fitfully milking cunt.
Her mind dwelling on the salacious events earlier in the day, Debbie savored the growing ecstasy laving her hotly responding vagina, her eyes closed as she rocked her head from side to side and ran her free hand from one to the other of her rhythmically heaving breast-mounds.
In and out, in and out her pistoning fingers worked to quench the raging heat burning out of control in the reckless virgin's writhing young belly. Feeling a teasing sense of frustration at still groping short of her goal total blinding release Debbie opened her eyes as though to plea for help up toward the flounced canopy of her bed. As she strained her buttocks upward, the young woman caught a movement in the corner of her eye, and her fingers froze in the embedding warmth of her steam-filled cunt. Finally she turned to face the danger signal, only to meet the interested brown eyes of the big German shepherd looking up at her from his position beside the bed.
"Oscar," the startled young woman gasped aloud, struggling with her lust-fogged brain to figure out how the dog got into the room. Her gaze immediately riveted on the door, which was slightly ajar. It must not have clicked when she closed it earlier!
The agitated blonde was filled with struggling emotions of reawakened shame that the dog should again be silent witness to her depraved self-manipulations and a crying need to finish what her futilely working fingers had begun. The desire to cum to cum once and for all won out, and the girl tried to concentrate again on the hot fingers buried far up in her release-denied cunt.
She made a feeble effort to get the dog out of the room. "Oscar, Oscar..." she began softly, losing herself in the darting sensations torturing her frantically squirming pussy.
Taking the repetition of his name as encouragement to advance, the dog jumped lightly up onto the bed beside the lewdly sprawling, twisting young female. His animal senses were drawn inexorably by the unmistakable aroma of passion arising from the girl's obscenely impaled vagina. With the knowledge born of long practice, the huge German shepherd immediately positioned himself between the woman's wide-parted thighs while her big blue eyes stared up at him in combined surprise and panic.
My God, what was the dog trying to do. She had to cum, she had to, but he must go away!
"Oscar, Oscar," she began again, "go away, boy. Go see Burt." But her words were thick and passion-distorted, and the dog apparently felt justified in paying them no heed. He knew an aroused female when he saw one, and he knew exactly what to do with that hair-lined, wet crevice up between the girl's quaking thighs.
Automatically the dog's huge tongue shot out to lick in the blonde's freely flowing cuntal juices, laving the entire wriggling furrow of her hair-trimmed pussy-slit all the way down to the clenching ring of her puckered little anus.
Debbie's reaction was to jerk her entire lust-depraved body upward in one pleasure-racked gesture of surprise and unconscious appreciation. She stiffened in amazement, any desire she might have entertained of escaping the dog's lewd intentions instantaneously evaporating from her mind with the greater hot reality of that searing wet, living piece of flesh that slid over her nakedly displayed loins. Looking down between her heaving, cream-white breasts in wonder, the girl was dumbstruck at her body's cooperative reaction to the dog's long slippery tongue. She could only stare as the gentle big animal did his best to lick over and around and into every secret part of her wildly quivering pussy.
"Oooooohhhh," the entrapped virgin moaned in spite of herself. She had to admit it felt wonderful so much better than her fingers-to have this wet pliable tongue taunting her heatedly excited cuntal crevice. Her guilt-ridden intention of again ordering the big animal away blew up like a puff of smoke as her passion-tortured mind momentarily stopped functioning in the driving lust of the instant.
"Aaaaaaagghhhhh," she sobbed, her back arching in shock as once again the long thick tongue shot out, this time to bury itself up inside her soft vaginal opening, seeming to send a million tiny, fire-tipped needles shooting throughout her madly responding body. Before she could recover her control, the darting tongue flickered out and over her convulsively shuddering pussy again and again, taking the blonde's breath away.
"Oh, Oscar, I can't let ... " she gasped out, unable to protest further as the lewd probing tongue again shot far up into her wetly welcoming pussy. Could this really be happening to her-her, Debbie Johnson, letting her own uncle's dog lick her. She shuddered in horror at the apparent depths of depravity to which she was steadily sinking. Again and again her conscience told her to pull herself up on the bed and order the dog out of the room immediately, but her treacherous, need-burning body refused to obey. The thick laving tongue simply felt too good to give it up.
And then the aroused coed recalled the obscene act she had watched her uncle and aunt perform this afternoon, and how she had resolved in her sanctimonious young mind to forgive them for it. My God, how much worse was what she was allowing to happen right at this very moment let a dog lick her pussy! She was sure her uncle and aunt would be appalled if they knew.
By the time all these conflicting thoughts had begun to sort themselves out in the moaning young blonde's mind, it was too late. The very recollection of the depraved scene she had witnessed in her uncle's bedroom caused her to wriggle her buttocks salaciously, and in quick response the dog's hot working tongue fucked even more resolutely than before far up into her hotly moistened cuntal cavern. That curling, dipping, thrusting tongue now had complete control over her shamelessly aroused young body, and was lapping molten fire into her wet smoldering vagina with each loving stroke. Yes, yes, why fight it, she thought finally. She could be abandoned and sexy too, just like the beautiful sophisticated Nicole. Only a short time ago she had made the decision to come to terms with the bitter carnal realities that existed in the world, and undoubtedly that meant accepting herself and her own blinding needs, too. At least this beautiful German shepherd wouldn't try to keep her from her career!
"Oh, Oscar," she crooned silkenly, "you're wonderful, darling. Make me cum. Make your friend, Debbie, cum." The last of her resistance gone, the girl's hips started a slow grinding up toward the dog's pleasure-bringing tongue, thrusting her scorching cunt lewdly forward, her heels digging into the covers and silken sheets rumpled beneath her. Looking down between her full heaving breasts, she watched Oscar's wetly glistening tongue flash in the fading light of late afternoon as it shot out to poke at her pouting pussy-hole, then dart down to tease her tiny little rectal orifice. Then up, up. the wetly scouring tongue flew until once more it struck the tingling nub of her achingly rigid clitoris. This time the electric sensation was even more intense than before, if that was possible, as the mewling girl rose to higher peaks of fiery sensual arousal. On and on, again and again, Oscar licked tirelessly, greedily at the soft, hair-fringed velvet of her warmly perfumed pussy spread so defenselessly before him, savoring the hot musky tastes and odors, trying to slip his skillful tongue as far up into his young friend's fluttering pussy-mouth as it would go.
If there had been anyone to watch the lewdly abandoned antics of the lovely young girl splayed so wantonly on the bed before the ministering tongue of the great German shepherd, they might have thought they were witnessing the hysterical behavior of a woman gone crazy. As the late afternoon light splattered across her writhing cream-white nakedness, Debbie churned her naked buttocks frenziedly down against the silken coolness of the sheet, lashed to a peak of near-insanity by the clever probing tongue slicing down into her most private parts. Flailing, thrashing, moaning, the completely conquered virgin twisted below her animal lover in servile acceptance, welcoming his broad pink tongue into her innermost depths as though it were the most natural of erotic pastimes.
"Aaah, aaaaah, aaaaah," Debbie chanted mindlessly, timing each moaning utterance to coincide with a burning swipe of Oscar's incredibly talented tongue. She knew she was going to cum, that nothing could hold her back now. A throbbing force had taken possession of the convulsively shuddering blonde's belly, just waiting for the moment when it would erupt like a great earthquake through her entire passion-racked body. The gasping young coed's eyes slowly opened to stare unseeingly up at the fringed canopy above her bed, a strange gleam flashing in her blue eyes as the primal knowledge of inexorably beckoning passion took total possession of her every attuned nerve ending.
Then suddenly, seemingly without any warning transition, the orgasm that had eluded the desperate young twenty year old all afternoon took hold of her, sweeping her before it like a gale-force wind picks up a leaf and carries it crazily, irresistibly into unknown far off lands. A long deep heartfelt sigh broke from between her lax, open lips as her heatedly bucking pussy thrust one last time up to meet the still persisting ministrations of the dutifully lapping dog. A last shudder of escaping tension held her on a continuing crescendo of timelessness until at last the disheveled blonde relaxed her buttocks back down into the sheets and let her mind drift in a glowing, sense-stimulated eternity of seething soothing climax.
As the satiated blonde floated on in her ecstatic euphoria, her hazed senses dimly perceived a light tap-tap sound, followed by a feeble squeak. Still too far sunk in the clutches of contentment to feel immediate alarm, Debbie nevertheless raised herself up slowly on her elbows as she felt Oscar jump abruptly from the bed.
Peering across the darkening room, the young woman could find nothing amiss. Obviously neither could the big German shepherd who was settling down luxuriously on the carpet beside the bed.
Probably just my flighty imagination. She giggled a little groggily, feeling too pleased with herself and her cataclysmic orgasm to let anything faze her at the moment.
Minutes later, the sounds were repeated and this time a head peered around the door to Debbie's room. It was Nicole.
As quickly as she could, the embarrassed blonde pulled the covers up over her vulnerable nakedness and blushed a greeting to her aunt, who now stood just inside the doorway.
T hope I did not awaken you, cherie. I wished to ask you if you are hungry. Would you like to have a light supper with us?"
The confused young visitor struggled to find her voice. "Thank you, Nicole, but that wonderful lunch filled me up. I think I need a good long night's sleep so I can face the new world fresh in the morning." She spoke as lightly and naturally as she could.
"Yes, I think you are right, cherie." Her aun'ts voice was a low throaty murmur in the otherwise silent room. "Alors, bonne nuit, sweet dreams. We will see you in the morning."
"Good-night, Nicole. And thank you." As soon as her aunt had left the bedroom, Debbie fell back onto the pillow and let the arms of sleep wrap round her. A vague thought of how strange it was that she should have heard the knock before there was anyone at the door crossed the young blonde's drifting mind, but vanished as quickly. Tomorrow ... she would think about everything tomorrow...
As Nicole Carpenter made her way excitedly down the stairs, her mind was abuzz with the possibilities brought to life by the scene she had just interrupted her husband's innocent young niece lying, obviously in the last throes of orgasm, beneath their own dear Oscar. She could hardly wait to tell Burt the news. There'd be some good times coming from this visit yet. And, oh, it was going to be a wonderful summer...
CHAPTER FOUR
When Debbie awoke the next morning, the first feeling that rushed in on her comfortable drowsiness was one of pure ecstatic well-being. She, Debbie Johnson, twenty years old, as yet inexperienced in the ways of the world, was lying between silk sheets in the sumptuous bedroom of a fabulous villa on the French Riviera. God, could there be anything that could possibly dampen her high spirits on a day like this? Little tremors of self-satisfied excitement whirled deliciously through her belly as she stretched luxuriously and yawned and prepared to face the day.
From somewhere out on the lawn beneath her bedroom window the quick excited barks of a dog came back to Debbie's ears to jolt the young blonde out of her smug euphoria. Oscar! There was a German shepherd in the up-to-the-minute story of the escapades of Debbie Johnson and last night that dog had licked her smoldering pussy to the pinnacle of wild liberating orgasm. While the abrupt recollection sent a sympathetic shiver of unconscious lust through the coed's belly, it simultaneously sent a cruel shock of sobering guilt and self-doubt to her brain.
How could she ever have let it happen, the voluptuous blonde asked herself as she sat upright on the edge of the bed and let the slinky folds of her short nightie drift down over the white curves of her lushly molded nakedness. What demon could have possessed her to let a ... a dog lap and slaver at her most secret flesh.
No less intrigued than tortured by her last night's activities, Debbie rose resolutely from the bed and walked over to stand in front of the dresser mirror. Perhaps some evidence of her recent depravity would show on her body, she thought as she quickly pulled her white nightie over her head and threw it back onto the bed. Turning back to stare at her reflection in the glass, Debbie could see nothing that indicated she had just ventured beyond all bounds of common decency by first spying on her uncle and aunt's sexual activities and then letting their dog lick her to orgasm. Strange, she thought as she cupped her ripely up-thrust breasts in her hands and raised them for critical inspection, I don't seem to have changed at all. Except somehow, there seemed to be a slight, almost imperceptible air of softness, of heightened sensuality in the careless grace of her relaxed shoulders and full swelling hips. Maybe she was coming of age in some strange ritualistic way, she suggested to herself, the idea intriguing her, awakening a latent curiosity in her virginal loins about the working of her own psyche and the untapped potential of her own lushly developed body.
Feeling oddly unperturbed in the face of all these new possibilities coursing through her mind and body, Debbie gave herself up to the niggling excitement which again demanded full sway over her attention. She turned from the mirror and concentrated on the immediate problem of finding something to wear. She put on matching white lace brassiere and panties and a pink and white patterned blouse. Last came a pair of shocking pink hot-pants, which left nothing to the imagination as far as her long, smoothly proportioned legs were concerned. As she turned back to the dresser in search of her hairbrush, the startled blonde discovered it was already a little after noon. She'd better get going if she was going to get the most out of this day, she decided as she ran the brush impatiently through the silky locks of her shoulder-length hair. Maybe she could finish the walk she'd started yesterday afternoon that had got no farther than the window of her uncle and aunt's bedroom. Maybe Oscar would be around and would come with her. As the voluptuous blonde entertained this last possibility a strange pang of lewd hunger stabbed through her sensitive loins and belly. Ignoring this somehow disturbing reaction to the thought of the big German shepherd, the young student slipped into a pair of sandals and darted eagerly from the room.
As she reached the bottom of the stairs and began heading straight for the freedom beyond the front door, Debbie was a little dismayed to be halted by a familiar voice behind her.
"Morning, kiddo. Or should I say, 'Good afternoon'? Did you sleep well?" Burt's voice was teasing.
"Oh, good ... er, hi, Uncle Burt. I slept wonderfully, thank you. That's just about the most comfortable mattress I've ever been on in my life." Debbie realized she had unconsciously been hoping to avoid a confrontation with her relatives, but realized she might as well clear the air between them right now. "And, Uncle Burt, I hope you and Nicole will forgive me for my behavior at lunch yesterday. It was very rude. I hope you understand ... I was tired and..."
"Think nothing of it, kiddo," Burt interrupted. "There don't have to be apologies like that between family. Sure you were tired. And I was a pretty dumb bastard myself ... too much wine! All's forgiven and forgotten both ways, okay?" As he raised his arms toward his embarrassed young niece, Debbie advanced a little shyly to receive a make-up bear hug. Somehow she couldn't any longer feel comfortable hugging her uncle in the way she had yesterday at the airport. It was as though there were too many ultra-personal, taboo things between them now. But she embraced him dutifully, then quickly stepped back.
"Thanks, Uncle Burt. You're great," she said with all the sincerity she could muster. Sure, he was still her uncle, but maybe he wasn't really as great as she'd thought, and maybe she herself wasn't such a perfect little sweet niece from back home as their now apparently outdated 'Uncle Burt-kiddo' relationship would suggest. Maybe she'd have to think about that for a while.
"Want to come in and have an appetite booster before lunch?" the big man's voice broke into her thoughts.
"Thanks, but I thought maybe I'd just go out for a walk and go see the sea and all. After all, I've been here for twenty-four hours already and I've spent most of my time inside this house. It's a great house, but, gee, I've wanted to stand on the shores of the Mediterranean all my life." Her cheeks glowed as Debbie got back into the spirit of her traveling adventure.
"Well, okay, if that's what you want to do, great. But how's about a little head-clearer anyway. I'm pretty sure you could use it. You were putting away the wine just as fast as Nicole and I at lunch yesterday."
"Well, maybe you're right. Okay, thanks." And Debbie followed her uncle into a luxuriously furnished room with fireplace and soft plush chairs and a very impressively stocked bar. She didn't really want a drink, but she didn't want him to think her rude again, especially just now when she wanted to start out fresh with her strange relatives.
"Good morning, cherie. How are you today?"
Nicole greeted her young niece from the depths of a huge chair that dwarfed her petite frame. Oscar sat comfortably at her side, obviously reveling in the soothing strokes of the tiny skilled hand working lazily in the fur of his massive head.
"I'm just wonderful, thank you, Nicole. Uncle Burt suggested that I ought to have a little pick-me-up to start me out on a walk through the grounds. He thinks I drank too much yesterday. I think he's right I'll have to watch that." Debbie was feeling much more confident and at ease in her aunt's presence today. Could it be because she had unwittingly got to know a little more about the older woman and could now accept her as a mere mortal with her own human hang-ups and obsessions? Yes, that was probably it. Nicole was no longer simply the unapproachable daughter of a very wealthy French family. She was a very passionate beautiful woman who knew how to get the most out of her female sensuality. To her surprise, Debbie found herself liking her aunt more now that she knew more about her true nature.
As the two women chatted comfortably about plans and ideas for Debbie's visit, Burt placed a healthy glass-full of a cloudy green liquid in his niece's hand. Almost without thinking, Debbie raised the glass to her lips and was pleasantly surprised at the sweet licorice taste that greeted her.
"Gee, that's delicious, Uncle Burt. What is it?"
"It's called Pernod. It's great for relaxing the old tensions."
Debbie found herself drinking greedily, as though it were a Coke rather than an alcoholic beverage she held in her hand. Licorice was one of her favorite tastes!
As soon as she had finished her drink, the young American rose from her seat and turned to leave. A fleeting wave of dizziness warned her that she had drunk too much too fast, and she had better take it easy. She stood up straight and breathed deeply. "Well, I think I'll go for my walk now. See you all later." And she turned toward the door to go.
"Hey, wait a minute. Why don't you take old Oscar along with you? Nicole and I have business to take care of this afternoon, but Oscar's a great guide and great company."
Debbie's eyes lit up at the possibilities of an afternoon alone with the big German shepherd. What had earlier been only a barely acknowledged idea in her head now, under the influence of the Pernod, burst into the full bloom of intention.
"All right. It would be nice to have him along. Want to come with me, Oscar?" she directed a slightly tipsy, quizzical glance at the dog who still sat beneath Nicole's ministering hand. At the obvious invitation from his mistress' young guest, he rose and, wagging his tail, set off after the blonde's now retreating figure.
"See you guys later," Debbie called out gaily as she once again headed for the front door.
"Sooner than you think, sweetheart," Burt murmured in a voice low enough for only his wife to hear. "That whammo shot of Pernod ought to make for some real possibilities on that walk, if what you told me last night is true, babe. I think I'll just get myself hot on the trail in a few minutes and see if there's anything left over for yours truly."
Nicole laughed lazily. "Just make sure you don't wear her out for our little party tonight, cheri. Remember your leettle wife gets hers too, okay?" She couldn't be sure if her husband had heard her or not, for he was already on his way out the door in careful pursuit of his unsuspecting niece and the big dog.
Feeling a little light in the head, Debbie headed across the lawn behind the villa toward the stand of trees through which the blue water of the Mediterranean was visible like a shifting backdrop to a pastoral scene. As she approached closer and closer to the trees she could feel herself getting more and more light-headed and incidentally more aroused in the tingling area down between her thighs. She was beginning to regret having drunk the Pernod, if only for the simple reason that she felt soon her legs wouldn't be able to carry her any farther. Suddenly she was startled to feel a furry body rubbing up against her thighs and she looked down to see the German shepherd gazing up inquisitively at her. She had almost forgotten he was with her in the last few minutes of her struggle against the overwhelming effects of the alcohol. Beautiful Oscar, he was such a wonderful dog, she thought giddily. She was very glad he was with her right now.
As the staggering blonde made her way into a large clearing, the decision that this would be a good place to sit down and let the effects of the booze wear off was made by the simple gesture of her slipping on a pile of leaves and falling abruptly into a startled sitting position. "Oooops," she giggled, feeling silly and carefree and excited all at once. "I think we'll have to rest for a little while. Come here and sit beside me, Oscar." Before she'd even opened her mouth, the big German shepherd, thinking he'd spotted a perfect opportunity for a game, scrambled boisterously over toward his young friend, straddled her and began to lick eagerly at her face. Debbie laughed and struggled in an embattled mock effort to get away from the excited animal, noticing her cheerful playing changing slowly but surely into the heated foreplay of a blatantly sensual encounter.
Suddenly Oscar's tongue darted out to make fiery inciting contact with her own, and the blonde could feel the soaring darts of unbridled sexual energy teasing at her belly and the spontaneously moistening slit of her aroused little pussy.
My God, it felt wonderful. Oscar really did care for her, and he had made her feel so fantastic last night so calm and relaxed that she'd slept soundly as an innocent babe for the first time in weeks. It had felt so good, so good, his wetly heated tongue licking up between her legs, her drink-benumbed brain kept reminding the excited young virgin as she lay on her back in the soft grass and leaves rolling from side to side while the dog licked at her face, her neck and then over her ear. As his broad darting tongue poked into the sensitive little orifice of her ear, the young blonde felt chilling tremors of lightning-bolt excitement course hotly down to tease at the steadily moistening lips of her sense-heightened cuntal entrance.
"Ooooooh., " Debbie couldn't help moaning lustfully at the unexpected titillating shock of the dog's lewd tonguing. Again the flickering probe struck and again the writhing blonde moaned in mounting wanton passion. It was so incredibly delicious, she had to have more. She had to! Surely there'd be nothing wrong in letting this lovely animal lick her pussy again. After all, it had already happened once, and Debbie, herself, had seen that she didn't seem to be any the worse for her mind-blowing experience beneath Oscar's laving tongue. Granted it was depraved and obscene according to everything the young student had been taught, still it seemed to be something her passion-denied body needed. like medicine it was good for her, the tipsy blonde reasoned a little woozily as she fought to put her mind in tune with the throbbing need of her churning body.
"Okay, Oscar, okay," she giggled a little as she pushed the lumbering animal back from her desire-seized body and sat up. "Oscar, you can do it to me again. You can make your friend, Debbie, feel all sexy and wonderful again. I need it Oscar, help me." The blonde half-moaned as she rose shakily to her feet and began to remove her clothes with exaggerated concentration, one garment at a time. Off came her pink and white blouse, then her short shorts, then her brassiere and panties. Debbie gathered the clothes up carefully in her arms and carried them over to a big rock that sat at the edge of the woods-sheltered clearing. The warm air felt good on her full dancing breasts and jiggling buttocks as she made her way a little unsteadily across the grassy ground in her sandals. She had never felt so sensual in her life, and she reveled in the building heat up in the hair-lined furrow of her wet cunt, smug in the knowledge that her rapacious hunger would soon be fed. She felt secure here in the tree-protected shelter in the midst of her uncle's estate, sure that she and Oscar could play to their hearts' content without fear of discovery.
Slightly alarmed, the big German shepherd had stood back hastily and watched in rapt curiosity as his human companion rose to her feet, removed her clothes, then carried them over to the rock for safekeeping. Now he began to mark time with his powerful forelegs, waiting for some signal from the obviously excited female as she walked silently back across the clearing, and lay down in the same position as before. Aware now only of her own alcohol-heightened need, the hopelessly excited young woman parted her legs as wide as she could get them to give the waiting dog maximum access to the aromatic, hair-fringed slit of her glistening pussy.
Without the slightest sense of shame, the formerly innocent farm girl from North Dakota reached wantonly down to part her already tight-stretched cuntal lips so that her damp pink inner secrets were completely revealed to the excitedly watching animal. Many times before, Oscar had had women present themselves up to him in this way, but still he waited for some vocal command, as his master had taught him. He paced awkwardly on the spot as he gazed raptly at the soft pussy flesh sheltering the puckered vaginal opening that was already moist from Debbie's profusely flowing love-secretions. Then his riveting eyes passed down to take in the tightly clenched little anal ring, and he looked hopefully from it up toward the beautiful young female's passion-distorted face.
Seeing the animal's yearning brown eyes and questioning look, the lust-possessed blonde knew she simply couldn't wait any longer. Writhing her ass-cheeks excitedly down into the padding of grass and leaves beneath her, she gave the dog the signal he was waiting for: "Come on, Oscar, darling! Lick my pussy ... make me cum ... please!" Almost as if in a surrealistic dream, the once innocent young coed heard these obscene words coming with desperate urgency from her own pleading lips and waited for the desired response. Her clear, deep blue eyes had clouded over with a heavy sultry haze of lust and she watched lasciviously as the animal stretched his neck forward, his shiny black nose dipping toward her willingly proffered pussy. Though she felt fully prepared for the scintillating pleasure of the first wet contact, still the shocking reality of his cold probing nose on her vulnerably exposed little rectal opening made her jerk spasmodically in soaring sensual excitement.
"Uuuuuuhh," the nakedly writhing blonde groaned as her buttocks made an automatic attempt to pull away from the dog's first inciting attack, but Oscar edged forward a little and kept right with her.
From then on, it didn't matter, for at once the German shepherd's pleasure-bearing tongue snaked out, digging deep up into the soft moist crevice so deliciously presented to his relentless probe.
"Oh, God. Oscar, you're so bee-eautiful," Debbie blurted out the moment that irresistible tongue shot deep up between her widespread buttocks to lick sinuously up and down the heated fleshy split that sheltered her tiny cringing anal mouth. Oh, it was so good thank God she had Oscar to relieve her from her devil-inspired passions.
For a while the nakedly gyrating blonde lost track of time as the blissful titillation went on and on down between her quivering thighs she knew only that she never wanted that enrapturing animal tonguing to stop. Never! Splayed lewdly on the ground, her white swelling curves caressed by the Riviera sunshine filtering down through the treetops above, the moaning young student felt the dog's wetly searing tongue move up over her pulsating vaginal lips, tracing the thin, hair-lined edges until finally it made shocking fiery contact with her hard little clitoris. Again and again it happened the passion-skilled tongue spreading through her softly yielding cuntal moistness like a knife through soft butter, occasionally darting in a lunging, heat-racked curl far up into her greedily craving vaginal mouth. The lust-crazed blonde felt her sacrificed body spasming with ecstasy beneath the lewdly applied stimulation, her liquor-hazed eyes feeding hungrily on the obscene spectacle taking place between her widespread, sunspeckled legs below.
Oooooooohh, she would cum and cum forever she just knew it as long as those incredible jolting sensations kept teasing and pulling her writhing nakedness up toward the pinnacle of impending release.
"Oh God, Oscar, do it to me. Do it to meeeeee," the wantonly squirming blonde moaned in helpless submission before the dog's talented enslaving tongue. Her back arched automatically to thrust her steaming genitals up toward Oscar's prodding face while the long strands of her golden hair flailed through the leaves beneath her head with each darting probe of that ceaselessly working tongue up into her flowering vaginal wetness. Then for moments at a time the pleasure-racked girl held that rigid position, her eager young body curved like a drawn bow, full firm breasts thrust out high and heaving over her arched torso, her knees bent for purchase as she spread her smooth thighs farther and farther apart. Mindlessly she sought to open up her thrusting body to the utmost, begging with her upturned loins for more of the animal's skillfully darting tongue to drive deep, deep up into her cock-starved cunt.
And Oscar obliged, again and again and again. Ardently he stroked his tirelessly laving tongue up into that glistening wet split before him, his own loins beginning to burn now as the building sensual odor of Debbie's boundless passion flooded his keen senses.
"Yes, Oscar, that's right darling. Oh, it's even better than last night," Debbie gasped in wonder at the apparent new heights of soaring abandoned ecstasy breaking over her churning virginal body. As her hips maintained a slow revolving motion up against the slaving dog's furiously working tongue, the blonde reached up with her hands to begin to pinch and roll her throbbing taut nipples between her fingers.
"Keep it up, darling. Debbie's going to cum soon do it faster for me, baby, faster for Debbie. Oooooh, ooooh, ooooh," she broke into a rhythmic chant in response to the ceaseless intoxicating tonguing, concentrating on the fragile bubble of release brewing deep up inside her spasming belly. Yes ... she was so near, so near...
But Debbie was not alone in her heated reaction to their depraved sensual game, for all the while Oscar was acutely aware of the growing pressure in his own neglected loins. Although the big animal loved the sweet musky taste of the passion-soaked pussy before him, at the same time he wanted to do to this lovely young female what he usually managed to do to the panting human females that sought out his attentions what he had done to his beautiful mistress just the day before. But he didn't have the woman in the right position for mounting her. Hoping that perhaps the blonde girl might get the idea of what he wanted, the big German shepherd backed regretfully away from her heatedly responding cuntal furrow and waited to see if she would offer herself to him in the only way he knew on all fours.
"Oh, no, no, no," Debbie responded with depraved near-hysteria as the lovely wet tongue was drawn away from her eager vagina. "Oscar, where are you?" Opening her eyes wide in hungry concern, the naked young coed raised herself up on her elbows and faced the dog's intent gaze with abject pleading.
"What's the matter, Oscar? Please don't stop now. Do it to me just a little more, please?" Her tone was one of frantic frustration.
Then the blonde's voice froze in her throat as the dog backed away another step, his massive scarlet penis slowly emerging from the furry sheath under his belly. Her eyes wide in horrified shock, Debbie stared at the awesome size of the glistening red shaft that dangled and swayed in ever-growing rigidity not far from her unbelieving eyes. For a few moments the alcohol and lust-confused blonde could not think at all, as her stare turned to mesmerized fascination at the sight of the long hard animal penis. She was becoming slowly aware of the niggling sensations of pure sensual hunger that the great jerking member was provoking deep up inside her untried cunt, then slowly sinking down into that need, the hypnotized young woman realized with abrupt horror the incredible nature of the idea that was taking shape in her mind. An idea too obscene for even the most depraved of minds! Having a dog lick her cunt was one thing, but....
Fuck her ... yes, she wanted Oscar to fuck her with that huge scarlet cock, the cock she herself had helped harden through her own inciting sexual abandon. A desperate struggle began in the girl's confused and over-stimulated mind. Why not? she thought as she sat up in the grass. Who would know? And she wanted it so much, wanted to know this ultimate in wanton excitement. And then the conservatively raised young American began to wonder if she could live with such a debasing memory. How could she ever face her mother, who had brought her up so carefully and so strictly, impressing upon her the need to respect her own purity, with such an overwhelming burden of guilt on her conscience. But still the apparently conclusive evidence of her moral upbringing grappled with the blonde's soaring, Pernod-enhanced sexual hunger.
Debbie tried to think rationally, but the pruriently excited girl was far beyond the ability to reason. It was now or never, her tautened nerves screamed, and with a helpless little whimper of surrender, the naked young blonde rolled over onto her stomach on the soft grass and leaves and raised herself into a slavish kneeling position before the expectantly whining dog.
Their faces were so close that Oscar automatically protruded his tongue to lick wetly up over the kneeling girl's mouth and nose. The exciting odor of her own cuntal juices on the huge animal's muzzle was the last straw in the moral breakdown of the heatedly aroused young virgin, and she impatiently wriggled her naked buttocks in the air in urgent bidding to the dog to do what nature demanded. As Debbie's gaze shifted back to the thick hard shaft hanging beneath the pet's furry belly, she noticed one glistening drop of seminal fluid hanging in obscene foreboding from the tapered point, and suddenly all she wanted was the overwhelming pleasure and fulfillment she was sure the massive penis could bring her.
With a moan of humiliated surrender, the young virgin turned her back toward the big German shepherd and again waved her ass-cheeks provocatively, this time practically right in the animal's face. The inciting mental image of herself proffering her nakedly exposed buttocks to a dog like a craving bitch in heat increased Debbie's excitement, and she became more impatient for the new thrilling sensation that was about to assail her unused young cunt. All hesitation gone now, wantonly urged on by the erotic obscene nature if the lewd act she was about to provoke, the inflamed young girl looked back over her shoulder and hissed through passionately trembling lips, "Come on, Oscar darling. Put your beautiful big cock in my little pussy and show me what it's like to fuck." She groaned at her own depraved utterance of the last obscene word one she had never spoken aloud before.
Oscar was delighted to find that the situation was working into exactly what he desired, and at the woman's apparent go-ahead signal, the excited animal stalked forward, his heavy penis jerking and dancing beneath his hairy belly as he moved. And if the girl's verbal invitation had not been a clear enough signal, there was no other way the dog could interpret her wanton gesture of reaching back to part her quivering wet cuntal lips and present her virginal little vaginal opening up to him.
The German shepherd easily mounted her swaying upturned buttocks, his strong furry forelegs gripping tightly around Debbie's softly rounded white torso. The inexperienced blonde had not realized she would have to guide the dog-penis in, and for several moments the slippery wet cudgel danced and dipped between her quaking buttocks in a vain attempt to find the tiny dilated vaginal entrance. Time and time again the needle-shaped tip slid harmlessly past the hair-trimmed opening, rubbing just hard enough against her velvety pussy to drive both girl and dog to agonizing peaks of frustrated desire.
Sobbing with need and embarrassment, the kneeling young blonde at last reached back with one hand and took the stone-hard, dancing cock between her trembling fingers. Oscar whimpered as he felt the cool caressing pressure against his turgid hardness, but when he made no effort to pull away, Debbie guided the blood-swollen shaft slowly forward, inserting it timidly up between her moistly palpitating pussy-lips, sliding the sharp tip up and down her hair-lined slit to make sure it was well lubricated with her own freely flowing sex juices. Then the panting young virgin placed the resilient end of the long wet cock uncertainly against the pulsing entrance to her tight young vagina, and braced herself for the shock to come.
"Come on, Oscar. Now, darling." Debbie gasped deliriously. "Make love to me. Fuck your Debbie." The big dog did as he was told with the unerring accuracy of a primitive instinct old as time itself. Sensing that he had reached the entrance to his long-sought goal, the powerful animal reacted as nature demanded and lunged forward with a hard wrenching thrust.
His huge shaft of bloated canine hardness tore up into the quivering unused pussy before it, never stopping until the animal's fur-covered, sperm-laden balls crashed obscenely against Debbie's taut little clitoris. As soon as the animal realized he had thoroughly penetrated the heated cunt before him, he began to mercilessly fuck into the pain-racked cavern of Debbie's hideously stretched pussy with relentless jackhammer drives, moving in a machine-like rhythm as he humped against the helplessly pinioned blonde.
"Aaaaaaggh, oooooohh," the stunned, momentarily sobered girl managed to gasp out, amazed and dismayed at the sudden explosion of pain that instantly filled her distended vagina. Instinctively Debbie tried to crawl forward to escape the first ruthless penetration, but found she could not shake loose the German shepherd's vise-like grip around her full quaking hips. As she tried to struggle forward, the dog followed, dancing on his hind legs, never missing a stroke as he continued to fuck into the subserviently positioned young female.
Caught up in their own incredible outdoor orgiastic drama, neither Debbie nor Oscar noticed the man who had edged into the clearing behind them and was now sitting on the big rock the girl had chosen as a clothes rack, holding her carelessly abandoned garments in his lap. A big grin flooded Burt Carpenter's face as he watched the first-act performance of a long-cherished dream.
Here was his gorgeous young niece, his own prudish sister's voluptuous offspring, kneeling slave-like beneath his savagely fucking dog's big cock, looking for all the world like some she-bitch incarnated as a ripe love goddess. This was more than he had dared hope for. The girl had seemed so goddamned innocent on her arrival that he'd feared he might have to spend long days or even weeks paving the way for his impatient predatory penis. But the girl as sweet and pure as mom's home-baked apple pie had fallen hook, line and sinker for that throbbing red dog-cock Burt was even three-quarters sure that she'd just dedicated her long-guarded virginity to the slamming canine cudgel.
Carpenter sat motionless, secure in the realization that dog and girl were too thoroughly absorbed in what they were doing to notice his presence behind them. He sucked in his breath sharply as he saw his German shepherd lunge yet another time up into the pain-racked girl's convulsively clenching cunt.
As Debbie reluctantly accepted the agonizing thrust up into her vainly protesting vagina, she realized she had no choice now but to carry this lewd bacchanalian coupling on to its inevitable conclusion. She would have to persevere to the end no matter how much it hurt, go on until Oscar emptied his obscene animal sperm far up into her no longer virginal vagina, his feral passion ultimately sated.
The submissively yielding young blonde did her best to open her quivering thighs as wide as possible, hoping it would give the panting dog easier access to her cruelly stretched cunt, thereby easing the pain. Her tortured cooperation did help some, but even so Debbie could feel that huge fleshy cock ramming like a rubbery pile-driver again and again up into the hitherto unused depths of her dilated pussy until she felt as if her belly were going to split in two.
The irretrievably impaled blonde moaned and twisted beneath the relentless fucking of the dog's spasmodically thrusting penis, flinching with each expected burst of pain until ... gradually she found to her delighted surprise that it didn't hurt any more. In fact it felt good ... very good! Little by little the tortured expression on the girl's alcohol-hazed face turned into a blind stare of passionate acceptance, then an agonized contortion of lust-tinged desire as she began rotating her naked hips in a mindless automatic rhythm of primal pleasure.
Oh, God, the deflowered virgin thought lasciviously, this was how she'd always imagined it would be to be fucked exciting, maddening, unimaginably satisfying. She didn't think she'd ever be able to get enough as she twisted her buttocks in lewd answer to the convulsively driving penis filling her heated young cunt with more enjoyment than she would ever have dreamed possible. The lust-enchanted girl tried to look back under her nakedly writhing body to catch a glimpse of that marvelous red pole of flesh disappearing up into her hungrily grasping vagina, but could only see the hairy canine balls as they swung in tantalizing tempo against her tender, blood-swollen clitoris. With one hand the straining girl reached back to her wet flowing pussy and let her fingers encircle Oscar's slippery cock as it lashed in and out between her heatedly engorged cunt-lips, at the same time squirming her knuckles erotically against her own fire-tortured flesh.
Sweating, panting, moaning, the wantonly undulating girl felt a rush of obscene pleasure ooze over her as the full startling realization of what she was doing hit her. Somehow the very thought of crouching so lewdly on the grass, offering her sensuously ripened young body to an animal added another dimension of salacious abandon to the kindling sensations and emotions that were already sweeping through her wildly responding belly. God, how utterly ... depraved, the mewling twenty year old thought to herself, her tongue lolling from her mouth as she reveled in her new found perversity.
From his front-row seat on the big rock, Burt Carpenter watched in rapt excitement as his nakedly kneeling niece responded more and more eagerly to the relentless animal fucking she was getting from behind. God, look at that amazing little white ass move, he thought lecherously to himself as he stroked his rigidly swollen cock through his pants in lewd tempo to the pummeling rhythm established by the dog up into the girl's pinkly glistening cunt-hole. The big man was beginning to regret having let the dog get at her first. God, she was a hot piece! But then again, he reminded himself, good old Oscar had just made things a heck of a lot easier for his master. Burt figured he could maneuver the hot little bitch into anything now with a bit of planning. He decided he'd let the dog and Debbie work this one out before he got in one the act himself. Hell, he always enjoyed a little voyeurism before he got his own rocks off.
"Ooooooh, oooooh, oooooh," Debbie chanted mindlessly as each new thrust from the slaving Oscar jolted further delights up into her already passion-flooded body. As her hotly clutching cunt responded to the expert pummeling, the young girl found herself thinking back to all the cocks she had let go by so far in her life. The times out on dates when she'd felt a boy's penis grow rock-hard through his pants. And Lars! Oh God, why hadn't she let Lars fuck her? If only she'd been sure how good it would feel ... the alcohol-possessed blonde found herself regretting all the possibilities passed up and planning for new ones to take advantage of as her mind floated with images of cock ... cock ... cock.
Oscar was pumping happily up behind the cooperatively kneeling young female. Gazing down over the smoothly contoured white back before him that shone in the afternoon sunshine, the faithful animal dedicated all his efforts to the redoubtable task at hand. The dog was content with the exciting feel of this kind young human who moved so sensuously and provocatively beneath him. Now their spontaneous mutual attraction was complete, male joined to female, animal against human animal in the age old ritual of fucking.
Debbie continued to moan deliriously as she felt the ever-swelling cock penetrating deeper and deeper up into her hotly welcoming vagina. A burning tightness was growing far up inside her heatedly dilated womb, a tightness she knew would soon explode into orgasm. But before that happened, she wanted to get the full benefit of the animal's tremendously enlarged cock-shaft, and she thrust her full round ass-cheeks back furiously in the wild excitement of the culminating passion in her grasping young cunt.
Her final burst of energy was the ultimate trigger Debbie needed, and suddenly she felt as if she had been hit in the belly with a fist as all her muscles contracted at once in uncontrollable spasms of wildly soaring delight. Her gyrating buttocks flexed and hollowed, giving spasmodic power to her fitfully clenching pussy as it milked wildly at Oscar's nearly bursting cock. All this was too much for the already intensely aroused dog and suddenly his welling animal cum began to jet far up into Debbie's receptively squirming cunt. The gasping girl had one split second to think how this one moment would change the rest of her life unalterably then another long hot squirt seemed to drill a hole right through her quivering inner passage as the girl's mind exploded in a great flare of darting colored lights that raised her sensory stimulation of such unprecedented heights that she was cumming again more abandonedly and more incredibly than before.
Finally, with one last quiver, Debbie's sperm-soaked body went rigid in the last throes of release, and the exhausted girl fell limply forward onto the carpet of grass and leaves, Oscar's rapidly diminishing cock slipping from her thoroughly used cunt with a lewd sucking sound. Slowly the big dog bent his head forward and began to lick at the steady trickle of animal and human cum juices dribbling from the blonde's wide-stretched pussy.
Suddenly the restful stillness of the clearing was broken by the heavy sound of clapping hands. Debbie went rigid with fear, unable to raise her head and look around to see what might be causing the peculiar noise. But as it turned out, she didn't need to turn around to discover the source of the mystery sound, for it soon explained itself. Debbie buried her head in her forearms in despair while the dog continued to lick voraciously at the wide-split crevice between her wearily trembling buttocks.
"Bravo, my little niece, bravo. You have put on a splendid show. Your aunt and I didn't realize you possessed such hidden talents. What do you do for an encore?" The older man's teasing remarks left Debbie quivering ashamedly on the ground, unable to move or think or even to get up and try to cover her nakedness.
"Uncle Burt, I..." she began but was unable to continue. She was finished here now. Her aunt and uncle would surely send her packing at once, and how would she explain her abrupt return to the folks back home?
"I'm glad you discovered old Oscar's special talents. We like to keep our guests happy. Tell me, how does his rate against human cocks, or do your tastes run strictly to the canine?"
Debbie couldn't believe her ears. Surely what had happened between her and Oscar had been something spontaneous, but Uncle Burt made it sound as though the dog had done this sort of thing before. My God, the confused blonde thought to herself as she buried her face hard into her arms, what kind of people were her aunt and uncle?!
"Come on, kiddo, aren't you going to answer your old Uncle Burt? Which do you prefer, a man cock or a dog cock?" There was something somehow menacing about her uncle's tone of voice that made the frightened girl decide she had better answer him. Sobbing quietly with fear and humiliation, she spoke her muffled confession into the soft flesh of her arm:
"I ... I don't know. I've never been made love to by ... by a man." The tears were coming hot and heavy now as the nakedly defenseless coed gave herself up entirely to the welling feelings of despair and degradation.
"Well, I think we can take care of that for you easily enough," Burt's hand was running more energetically now across the noticeable bulge in his trousers.
Her uncle's last words took a few seconds to permeate the weeping blonde's consciousness, but when they did, she sat up abruptly, too overcome with pride and indignation to worry about her vulnerable nakedness. Her sudden movement caused Oscar to scuttle swiftly out of range and seat himself calmly to watch the outcome of this strange new turn of events.
"Uncle Burt, I realize I've done wrong, but that's no reason for you to speak to me in such a disgustingly lewd way." Her full white breasts were heaving as the agitated girl rose to her feet and looked around for her clothes. "I'll leave your home right away, of course, but please remember that I'm still a human being, and a member of your own family."
Burt was amused by the suddenly arrogant tone of his voluptuous, impassioned niece. God, he thought, anger just made her more desirable and he felt his cock jerk lustfully in his pants at the sight of her firmly molded breasts and round swelling hips and buttocks. The young girl had just noticed that he held her clothes in his lap, and she took a couple of tentative steps forward in pursuit of them.
"May I have my clothes please, Uncle Burt?" she asked, her tone softening a bit as she once again became aware of the extreme vulnerability of her position. She was embarrassed to detect a slight slur in her speech, the result of the dying effects of the alcohol.
"You're not going to be needing them for a while, young lady. 'Cause right now, I'm going to fuck you myself, just so you'll have grounds of comparison between men's cocks and dogs'. " As he dropped her clothes on the ground beside the rock he still sat on, Debbie became instantly and blushingly aware of the ominous swell in the crotch of his pants. Unconsciously she averted her eyes, despite her rising fury at her uncle's words.
"How ... how dare you say such a thing to me, your own niece? What kind of depraved animal are you?" As soon as the last words had escaped her throat, Debbie bit her lip in dismay. She'd left herself wide open on that one, and it didn't take her uncle long to pick up on it.
"Never really thought about it, kiddo, but I got to admit, I've never been fucked by a dog. Maybe I should try it then I'd know exactly what kind of depraved animal I am."
Her uncle was too quick for her and Debbie was beginning to feel a returning surge of fear.
"But ... but you can't do anything to me. My mother would never rest until she'd had you shot ... or ... something." Her words sounded feeble even to herself.
"Oh, I don't know, kiddo. Old mom might be a little slow to the punch once she's got an eyeful of these." He pulled from his pocket a couple of Polaroid snaps of her and Oscar he'd taken with his hand size camera the minute he'd entered the clearing.
Debbie felt her knees buckling under her as the full hopelessness of her situation took hold of her drink fatigued brain. There was nothing she could do. Her own uncle wanted to rape her and there was nothing she could do to stop him. In spite of herself, the trembling blonde felt a weird surge of masochistic excitement whirl through her naked belly and loins. Feebly she allowed herself to sink to the ground before her uncle and bury her face in her hands in mute despair.
A grin of rabid lust contorting his face, Burt
Carpenter rose to his feet before his cringing niece and swiftly removed his clothing, his pants last of all. Aware of the movement above her, Debbie slowly raised her tear-clouded eyes only to be met with the swollen outthrust shaft of her uncle's rigidly hardened cock, the bulbous head almost tickling her nose.
My God it was so thick!
In spite of her fear the mesmerized young woman found herself wondering how a woman could take such a thing inside her belly without being split wide open. She'd thought Oscar's animal penis was big, but never in her life had she imagined anything to match this blood-engorged cudgel!
"Don't...,don't touch me," the frightened girl managed to gasp out, realizing her words were a futile mockery, that she'd already admitted defeat to herself and resigned her helpless young body to whatever lewd degradation her uncle had in store.
Carpenter ignored his niece's tearful pleading and instead rebuked her through clenched teeth. "Come on, little girl, don't play innocent with me. This is your Uncle Burt, remember? He knows all, sees all ... Flat on your back, kiddo, on the double."
Trembling at the ruthless harshness of the big man's words, the fearful blonde lay down once again on the grass and leaves covering the ground and closed her eyes to block out the horrible reality of what was about to happen.
"Spread your legs, baby," Burt commanded, his cock jerking impatiently in his hand at the sight of the vulnerably naked blonde lying defenseless and humiliated before him.
Gritting her teeth to better bear the agony of her self-abasement, Debbie slowly spread her full trembling thighs apart until her moistly glistening pussy was offered obscenely up to her uncle's hungry gaze.
"That's a girl," the handsome older man breathed salaciously as he knelt between her legs. God, it was too good to be true here was this ripe young Venus spread submissively before him, her naked curves offered up in humble sacrifice to his eagerly throbbing penis.. The moment he'd planned for and dreamed about for months had finally arrived. She was his! There was so much he wanted to do to her where should he begin?
Grinning lewdly, the big man brought his hands down to grasp the backs of her knees, then, lifting her legs, he pushed them up over her body so the kneecaps touched her ripely quivering breasts and the whole flattened plane of her hair-trimmed pussy was pointed straight up at him. This'll get her, he chuckled to himself as he bent his head and flicked the tip of his tongue up into her tightly puckered little anus which nestled just below her recently violated cunt.
The unexpected searing contact against this sensitive rubbery ring brought a low anguished moan from between Debbie's bared teeth as she fought against the electric sensations that went coursing out of control throughout her nakedly trapped body.
"Oooooooh, God, don't, please don't," the humiliated blonde whimpered, trying desperately to screw her buttocks back down onto the ground and away from the hot tormenting tongue that wormed at her exposed rectum. Her Uncle Burt's answer was a lecherous chuckle and a further stab, this time even farther up into the tight recesses of the fleshy nether ring.
"Aaaaaagggghhh, no, Uncle Burt, please no," Debbie cried out again as small goose bumps rippled across her responsively heaving belly and quivering breasts. To her growing horror, she began to realize that much as she was opposed to the things this vile man was doing to her, tiny wisps of forbidden pleasure were beginning to ripple through her loins.
Oh God, she thought in horrified despair. That would be the ultimate humiliation to have her body respond to her monster relative's obscenely provoking caresses. In the battleground of her besieged young mind, she vowed never to let that happen.
But her position was hopeless. Sensing his victim's determination, the laboring naked man circled her tiny, half erect clitoris with his lips and began eagerly sucking the susceptible nub, creating searing jolts of irresistible electric pleasure with occasional skillful nips of his teeth.
Suddenly, without warning, the nakedly struggling girl felt a wet burning sensation burst over her wriggling loins from this ultimate assault, sending wild ricocheting excitement careening insanely over her shuddering nerve endings. Debbie's back arched upward and a low gurgling moan escaped her parted lips then again it happened, even more overwhelmingly this time, making the young blonde's muscles spasm uncontrollably.
In spite of her most heroic efforts, the resisting young coed felt all the fight leaving her as her smooth rounded buttocks jerked involuntarily up toward her uncle's face, trying to increase the lewd forbidden pleasure and bring her moistly twitching pussy-furrow into a higher state of arousal.
"Oh no ... no ... mustn't let it happen," she murmured in futile protest against her traitorous body. She turned her head to the side and opened her tear-filled eyes, catching sight of Oscar sitting quietly at the edge of the clearing, watching the young female's second subjugation of the day. The sight of the big dog reminded Debbie of her earlier lewd sexual debasement, and the obscene recollection ripped from her the last shred of desire to resist her uncle's tantalizing caresses.
The dam of long-repressed sexual energy burst with a great overwhelming shudder, and the lust-deranged blonde began a heated wanton movement up against her uncle's tirelessly thrusting tongue. At the same time, her hands reached forward to tangle in Burt's hair, pulling his eager mouth deeper into her quivering, widespread cunt. Forgotten were any thoughts of her mother or upholding her strict moral standards forgotten was the humiliation of being blackmailed into submitting to her uncle's shameless, incestuous rape. All that mattered to her still somewhat alcohol-clouded mind were the maddening pleasure-shafts racing through her yielding flesh like tiny tongues of molten fire.
Burt Carpenter looked up in smug triumph at the nakedly writhing body of his lust-conquered niece. She was lost now, he thought to himself, watching excitedly as the painful contortions broke over her lovely face as she began to miss his pleasure-bringing tongue.
As Burt quickly lowered his head back to his inciting ministrations, Debbie squirmed and bucked under the heavenly torture of that flicking tongue until she thought her pounding heart would burst through her ribs. From somewhere deep up inside her moistly responding cunt, the girl felt the first awesome tremors of a hot growing pressure that threatened to explode through her heaving belly and carry the euphoric blonde off into the never-never-land of culminating sexual release. She would cum soon, and the panting young woman let her climax approach with trembling anticipation, her hands frantically guiding Burt's blonde head deeper and deeper up between her twitching thighs. It was almost here just a few more delicious swipes of that marvelous tongue and she would cum. Oh God, it was so glorious!
And then ... he stopped!
"What ... what happened? Why did you stop?" Debbie moaned desperately at Burt who had raised his head again and was grinning sadistically down at his squirming niece. What was he trying to do to her? Didn't he realize she needed it now ... needed the release that only his wonderfully licking tongue could bring? "Please, Uncle Burt ... I need to..." she pleaded.
"Relax, kiddo. I've got just what you need." Her uncle was lewdly stroking his huge swollen cock between his fingers, anticipating the greater victory to come.
"Hurry, please hurry," his niece was begging him now, hardly aware of what she was saying, knowing only that she had to get rid of this swelling heat searing her wildly throbbing cunt. She pressed her thighs tightly together in an effort to quench the raging fire within but the pressure against her passionately tingling vaginal lips only increased her intolerable hunger.
"Okay, babe, now I'm gonna fuck you," Burt informed her as he moved up over her gyrating body. Debbie's eyes fixed on her uncle's thick fleshy cock-pole and her stomach quivered in anticipation of its filling warmth. As she watched the swaying hardness approach closer and closer to her vulnerably exposed cunt-lips, she felt her need becoming almost a paralyzing obsession within her.
"Oh, give it to me. I want it. I want it," she moaned in lustful abandon.
"Okay, babe, don't say you didn't ask for it. Here I come." Burt levered up over the waiting young blonde, his hand guiding his long rigid thickness steadily forward to part the velvety moistness of her waiting pussy-lips.
The young woman could not help shuddering with lewd delight as she felt the first soft resilient contact against the palpitating ridges of her wet vaginal furrow. Turning her head to one side, she again caught sight of Oscar watching her lewd subjugation with rapt attention. The crazy thought crossed the girl's mind that maybe her animal lover was feeling a little jealous watching his master humping up over his female. She felt a sudden desire to make her handsome uncle know the same kind of pleasure she herself had felt from the dog's wonderful fucking. She wanted to be a receptacle for all male lust she wanted to be used and humiliated ... to give and then to get. Possessed by a perverse desire for her total submission, she thrust her tingling little pussy up toward the advancing cock-head and waited for the first penetration.
"Aaaaaaaggggh," Debbie moaned suddenly as the swollen cock-tip slipped up through her tightly clasped cuntal ring, cruelly stretching the tiny opening until she felt as though her thighs would split apart from the relentless pressure. The unexpected searing pain was not at all what the young blonde had expected, and it abruptly drove all passion from her tormented loins.
"Uncle Burt ... wait a minute ... stop ... please ... you're hurting me," the frightened young woman begged, her eyes wide with pain and apprehension of what his next move might be. She looked up into the older man's eyes, and her heart sank as her gaze was met by a lewd sadistic leer.
The leer soon gave way to a look of sheer raw lust as Carpenter was overwhelmed by his burning need to fuck up into this squirming little bitch spread-eagled so obscenely before him. Pushed on by the intolerable ache in his cum-laden balls, the excited man drove his hips forward so that his thick pounding cock tore up into her cringing cunt like a raging freight-train, forcing the soft vaginal flesh cruelly aside in agonizing waves. Up, up, all the way up the relentless shaft soared until the obscene smack of his hairy testicles against her tightly clenched ass-cheeks resounded through the watching woodland clearing.
"Uuuuuuuuugh," the tortured girl groaned breathlessly beneath her pitiless attacker, her face contorting with each overlapping wave of the onrushing pain. Never in her whole life had she imagined that her tight little vagina could be so filled. It was so much more filling than Oscar's animal-penis in fact, its pulsing girth was unendurable to her cruelly stretched belly.
"We've got to get that little cunt of yours into combat shape, kiddo. Still feels like a virgin's despite the round with old Oscar." The big man could barely hold back a moan of ecstatic enjoyment as her clutching vaginal muscles grabbed at his impaling thickness while he flexed the swelling shaft deep within her womb.
"Aaaaaaagggh," Debbie moaned in pain-racked response to his relentless manipulations of her filled young cunt. He had to stop, he had to! "No, don't do this to me!"
"C'mon, babe. Just relax and you'll feel fine." And Burt Carpenter thrust his long thick penis forward once again up into his moaning niece's wetly heated vagina.
Willing to try anything to escape the terrible pain, the desperate young woman forced herself to relax as much as she could and, sure enough, just like Uncle Burt had said, it began to hurt less. Sensing her fitfully tautened muscles relaxing, Burt leaned down and clamped his lips wetly over the girl's and simultaneously began a slow rocking motion in and out of the hot little hole up between her thighs. He was confident that it wouldn't be long now before the blonde coed would be begging him to fuck her "harder and harder and her old Uncle Burt was just the man to teach his shy American niece how to get the most out of that sweet little pussy of hers.
Beneath the big man's laboring body, Debbie felt her own shamelessly aroused frame begin to react, twitching and writhing whorishly beneath him in wanton invitation and moaning incessantly up into his mouth. Why not make it good for both of them? she thought distractedly. She had nothing left to protect now. Her humiliation was complete. She belonged to her Uncle Burt his to do with as he pleased.
Delighted at her noticeable response, Burt slipped his hands down her sides and under the churning mounds of her sensuously squirming buttocks, digging his fingers harshly into the pliable flesh. He remembered with lust-inciting clarity how often over the last few months he'd dreamed of being in just this position. And amazingly enough, the reality was even better than his salacious visions his little niece was real hot stuff naturally. The groaning blonde's full smooth ass-cheeks were flexing under his kneading fingers as she thrust her own loins harder up into his, seeking out the satisfying hardness of his steadily pummeling cock.
The pain was only a memory now as Debbie kicked her quivering legs out farther on either side of Burt's lunging hips, giving him the best possible access to her wetly hungering pussy. She closed her eyes in an expression of beautific bliss, mewling softly beneath him, her mind a blank but for the delicious hot thrusts of that pleasure-bearing thick cock of his.
Reveling in his total mastery of the lewdly moaning young woman below, Carpenter suddenly moved into a series of longer smoother strokes that brought his penis almost all the way out of her wetly clasping vagina on the out-stroke, then forced it all the way back up into her seething cunt until his balls slapped against her tightly puckered anus. Sliding one hand down between their perspiration-soaked bodies, the slaving older man let his fingers feel his own swollen cock-shaft as it slid wetly in and out of Debbie's heated pussy, at the same time stroking her soft, hair-lined cuntal lips that clung so tightly to his ceaselessly rampaging hardness, pulling and giving at his impaling member with the alternating inward and outward lunges.
Egged on by his lewd activities, Burt quickened his thrusts up into the girl's sex-maddened body thrashing out of control beneath him, making each forward slam hot and pulsating and deep. She was getting ready to cum he could feel it as her legs jerked spasmodically up on either side of him and her heels pounded eagerly at his pumping buttocks. Reaching down to slip his hands beneath her knees, he forced them up and over so that they were pressed tightly into her heaving breast-mounds. Rolled into a shameless ball of primordial lust, the panting girl was further incited by the knowledge that her entire wide-stretched pussy was now completely open to her uncle's pile-driving cock and loins smacking so wondrously into her skewered young cunt.
"Oh, oh, oh," she chanted rhythmically beneath the possessed man. Yes, this was how she wanted it. She wanted to be fucked often, and hard, and well! She knew it now this was her inner destiny. Oh yes, yes, yes, how wonderful it would be. She wanted to be used and humiliated and, most of all, made to cum-cum ecstatically and endlessly by this man, his dog ... by any hard virile cock.
Responding to the blonde's obvious fever-pitched arousal, Burt fucked far up into Debbie's moistly clutching inner recesses, searching out the most secret corners of her violated cunt. Her ripely straining breasts heaved and quivered against her legs and his chest, and she reveled in the feel of her hard thrusting nipples digging into her own leg flesh.
Then suddenly, she shivered under him. Looking down, Carpenter saw her glazed eyes open wide in a blind, possessed, uncomprehending stare.
All at once Debbie's wildly twitching cunt opened up and a warm wet flood gushed out around Burt's still pistoning cock. He thrust faster, penetrating progressively deeper and deeper, wanting her to remember this moment all her life the first time she had cum under a man's pleasure-giving penis. He wanted the grounds of comparison against the dog's to be overwhelmingly in his own favor so his beautiful niece would always take him in preference.
The moaning bucking girl jerked upward several times, her cuntal lips nibbling and sucking greedily at his lust-swollen penis as if she were trying to devour his fleshy instrument. This final added pleasure-agony drove Carpenter to new heights of excitement, and he made one last desperate thrust up into the churning heat of the convulsively striving cunt beneath him, feeling a sudden white-hot explosion gathering deep in his drum-tight balls. A stream of molten surging semen shot the long length of his wildly vibrating cock-shaft, jetting far up into the climaxing little blonde's responsively milking pussy. Their combined love juices mingled and flowed together far up inside her dilating womb, and then gushed back out around the thick base of his still jerking cock.
Debbie shuddered one last time, lost in the transporting joy of her second orgasm of the day, feeling as if she had been rocketed to some fabulous new universe that was all floating galaxies and wonderful star-studded forgetfulness. She hung in this magic land for a moment, and then suddenly went limp, her legs splaying lewdly out on either side of her uncle's heaving body.
Completely satiated at last, the young blonde reveled in the new heights of sensual experience she had achieved. She was fully aware that she had never felt so marvelous in her life, and, despite the blackmailing harshness of her Uncle Burt's tactics, she knew she somehow owed it all to him. She had to admit to herself she liked man cocks best of all ... although, in a pinch, she and Oscar made out very well indeed.
* * *
As Burt and Debbie were recovering from their wild session in the woods, Nicole was bidding farewell to a completely unexpected guest. She stood between the white colonnades that guarded the front door as the tall, well-dressed young man eased into the back seat of a taxi. As the car made its way slowly around and out of the circular drive, Nicole waved dreamily and smiled a little secret smile.
She had invited the handsome youth to return for a drink later in the evening, when she expected Debbie would sure to be in.
Life was so full of wonderful surprises, she giggled to herself as she turned to enter the house and prepare a very special salad for the evening meal with her husband and young niece.
CHAPTER FIVE
The curvaceous young blonde gazed intently at her reflection in the dresser mirror.
Since her arrival at her aunt and uncle's villa, the mirror had become Debbie's most accurate gauge of the moral revolution that was taking hold of her body and soul a revolution that had begun almost the moment she had stepped from the plane into the dazzling sun of the French Riviera.
What Debbie saw now was her ripe lush body snugly encased by a burgundy satin evening dress with eye-catching cleavage and a hip-hugging skirt. A slight tremor of arousal ran through her smooth young belly as she reminded herself that she wore nothing under the dress with her erotic awakening in the woods, the blonde had become hypersensitive to her provocative body's dictates, and she reveled now in the sinuous feeling of the slippery material against her naked flesh.
The young American coed considered the undeniable fact that twenty-four hours ago, she would never have had the nerve to even sit in a room alone without underwear on under her clothing. Now here she was planning to go down to dinner with her aunt and uncle dressed in this lewd way. Of course, they'd never know, but her own secret knowledge filled her with an anticipatory thrill.
What had become of the Debbie Johnson, twenty year old, fresh-faced college girl, who had arrived in France only the previous afternoon? She had come of age, Debbie reflected to herself. Now that she had tasted the forbidden fruits of sexual experience, she could never be the same again even if she wanted to. The confusing thing was that the young girl did not even know if she wanted to. Her behavior had been obscene and depraved beyond her wildest dreams. Yet she had achieved some kind of weird masochistic satisfaction from it. Her body had undoubtedly been awakened to the lustful potential of its previously closely guarded sensuality. Now her mind wrestled with the confusing social and personal censures that she had heaped upon herself since she and Oscar had returned to the villa a discreet time-lapse after her Uncle Burt's return.
In desperation, the frightened young woman had decided to let her body revel in its depravity for the moment, while her conscience would lie fallow until she could get away from the heady influences of this strange household she had so quickly become a pivotal part of. For the moment, she would let herself be amoral let herself drowse under the soothing influence of her Uncle Burt's words before he had left her in the clearing: "You're a grown-up woman now, kiddo. Let yourself be what you are." If she was a depraved sex maniac, maybe there was nothing she could do but accept her fate. The day she returned to the real world back home would be soon enough to try to come to terms with the moral aspects of her ecstatic erotic awakening.
As the voluptuous young blonde made her way down the grand staircase for dinner, she felt a resurging pang of guilt at the thought of confronting Nicole. Would the older woman know from the look on her face that she had been making love to her husband? Debbie assumed that Burt would have said nothing, and only hoped she herself could play it cool enough this evening not to arouse suspicion. As Debbie entered the dining room, she blushed slightly as the eyes of both her uncle and aunt intently watched her progress toward her place at the table. Both wore broad charitable grins on their face, and for a moment the young blonde had the strange sensation that the older couple were somehow not quite with her ... there was something about their eyes . . ..
"Evening, kiddo." Burt greeted his niece casually, though his bright eyes followed her every body movement as her provocative curves undulated sensually beneath their clinging satiny sheath. God, I'll be damned, the big man gloated to himself under the heady effects of the marijuana cigarette he and his wife had smoked before dressing for dinner, the little bitch hasn't got a stitch on under that sexy dress of hers, or my name's not Eagle Eyes Carpenter. The certain knowledge of his niece's titillating state of semi-undress caused the drug-aroused man's cock to jerk eagerly in his pants. Wow, is this going to be an evening! he thought greedily.
"Cherie, you look absolutely wonderful in that stunning dress. It is very chic, very sexy. Makes you look very grown-up." Nicole had never realized exactly how beautiful her blonde niece was, and she felt a momentary pang of jealousy at the thought that her husband had been out in the woods fucking the young thing silly this afternoon. Her only consolation was the fact that her tireless husband had proceeded to fuck his wife silly the moment he had returned from the woods. She really didn't have much to complain about, Nicole considered as she wriggled her ass-cheeks ever so slightly in the chair at the salacious memory of her lust-filled afternoon. And the fact that there was more to come increased her pleasant sense of erotic anticipation. Time to get things started, she thought. She'd save the real dinner for after the orgy when they should all have worked up an appetite, but right now it was time for that special salad of hers the one that featured her mind-blowing hashish dressing.
"Cherie, you must be very hungry after that long walk this afternoon," the brunette ventured coyly. "Let me serve you some of this delicious salad I have made myself. Tonight is the servants' night off, so it will be just an intimate little dinner here for the three of us. Later we will have a young guest dropping in. I think you will like him, cherie."
Debbie was a little dismayed to hear there would be company tonight she didn't quite feel ready to face the world yet, even one stranger. She had to adjust to her new self first. Then again, she reconsidered, it might be better than spending an embarrassing 'intimate' evening alone with the older couple. She didn't know how long she'd be able to keep up her charade under such tense conditions.
Nicole handed the girl a generous plateful of the attractive mixed salad and Debbie ate hungrily. Her long day's activities had instilled her with the appetite of a lumberjack and she soon cleaned her plate.
Nicole reached for the dish and began refilling it. "It will be a while before the next course is ready, so you can afford to fill up on salad for the moment."
"It's wonderful salad, Nicole. I'll have to get the recipe for the dressing from you. It has such a delicious piquant taste."
"Yes? Well ... you remind me about that," Nicole laughed. "For you I would reveal my secret, though it is one of the most carefully guarded culinary secrets ever. I'm sure you will be shocked to learn how easy it is." And the pretty brunette broke into peals of ringing laughter.
Debbie found herself puzzled by her aunt's seemingly unwarranted exuberance, and then found herself puzzled by her puzzlement. Her head seemed to be probing strangely at any stimulus so that she caught herself staring with rapt attention at the dishes and food on the table and then at the amused faces of her uncle and aunt. For several moments, she looked in fascination from one to the other of her smiling relations, totally oblivious to the fact that she was staring at them rather considering their faces as pictures on a screen that had no ability to see or respond to her.
But her aunt and uncle were very aware of what was happening in their niece's head, and they grinned eagerly at the realization that the insidious effects of the drug in the salad dressing was taking full hold over the girl's mind. She was theirs to manipulate as they wanted now for the world of 'stoned' was undoubtedly brand new and bound to be rather overwhelming to the inexperienced young woman, whereas the older couple were seasoned travelers here.
"How are you feeling, kiddo?" Burt asked with an expression of mock-concern on his face. "You look a little strange."
It took a moment for the man's words to register in the girl's befuddled brain, but slowly she absorbed them, considered them, then formulated her response. "Funny," she said, then lapsed back into a detailed study of the half-empty salad bowl in front of her.
"Maybe we should retire to the games and relax for a while. How's about it?" Burt reached out and gently stroked the blonde's arm. She looked up in startled amazement, her eyes searching for a moment before they focused-on his. She smiled a long sultry smile at the big man as she relished the intense inciting sensations his mere touch had inflamed in her drug-sensitized flesh. Suddenly she looked guiltily toward Nicole, afraid she might have given herself away to her uncle's wife. But Nicole was already rising from the table, and appeared to have noticed nothing.
Debbie followed her aunt's example and rose unsteadily to her feet, amazed to discover that her legs scarcely seemed to belong to her. She was even more amazed to discover that when her groggy brain sent the signal downward, they actually began to move, one in front of the other, following the older woman until she stopped before a closed door.
Nicole opened the door and led the way into a large room furnished from wall to wall with nothing but thick toss rugs and colorful cushions. The place looked like the rec room had been decorated in this way, but the lay-out immediately appealed to her drugged senses. The bright colors were an endless varied delight for the eye, and the infinite softness of the floor space begged to be lain on, rolled on, to be touched and luxuriated in. Heedless of the presence of her aunt and uncle, Debbie kicked off her shoes and began to dance across the rugs and cushions, savoring the delicious erotic feelings beneath her bare feet.
"Oh, what a wonderful room," she chanted as she pirouetted a little clumsily in the middle of the floor. Her aunt and uncle moved into the room behind her and, at first unnoticed by the younger woman, Nicole immediately began removing her clothes.
"Debbie!" The young girl stood stock still as her uncle's harsh voice invaded her private ramblings. She turned to face him and was shocked to see Nicole lounging naked on a pile of cushions. Shock quickly turned into appreciative admiration of her aunt's perfectly contoured body. Debbie was reminded of the previous afternoon when she had first seen her aunt naked, and little niggling thrills of salacious arousal surged through her lust-accentuated loins.
"Get naked, babe!" It took Debbie's brain only a moment to figure out that, since her aunt was already naked, her uncle's command must be meant for herself. As though in a dream, the drugged young blonde slowly began raising her dress up over her head until in seconds she stood completely naked before the lascivious stares of her uncle and aunt. Their eyes roved greedily from her firm up-thrust breasts to the smooth trimness of her waist and then down to her swelling hips and the landmark triangle of her little golden pussy-mound.
"Come here, cherie, "Nicole almost whispered in a husky, lust-thickened voice. Feeling strangely hypnotized and a little afraid, Debbie walked slowly forward until she stood above her voluptuous aunt stretched out nakedly at her feet.
"Down here, my lovely one, come down here," Nicole's voice was even and rhythmic and had almost mesmerized the blonde girl. As she was about to kneel down beside her aunt, something warned the young coed of the new depravity that was in store and she drew quickly away. No, that was going too far! That was lesbianism! As she stood open-mouthed in incredulous horror gazing down at her aunt, Debbie felt strong hands grab her shoulders and force her harshly to the floor. Debbie felt herself sprawled on her back on a soft expanse of sheepskin rugs. What had happened?
"It's time to obey orders, kiddo. Let's not play little Miss Prim around here. We all know about your fucking adventures out in the woods today." Burt's voice was firm and ruthless.
Debbie was seized with fear. What. would Nicole do to her for making love to her husband? It was obvious the older woman did already know, for she showed not the slightest surprise at her husband's words, but began to crawl on hands and knees toward her innocent prey, her lust-filled, drugged eyes registering only her unswerving determination to have her way with the helpless blonde before her. When she reached her quarry, the voluptuous brunette turned lengthwise her head toward the girl's feet and lay down beside Debbie, so that each of their faces was fronted by a tidy pussy-triangle.
"Okay, sock it to her, Nicole," Burt laughed as he began to remove his own clothes, his eyes riveting salaciously on the obscene picture of the two naked women lying side by side in a lewd sixty-nine position. "Eat her pussy, baby."
Debbie had almost forgotten her fear in her new found fascination at this depraved untried thing that was happening to her. Uncle Burt was ordering Nicole to eat his niece's pussy! She had already-had her uncle do this debasing thing to her what would it be like to have a woman bringing moist searing pleasure to her tingling loins?
The girl's answer was not long in coming. She felt a hot blast of Nicole's breath flow over her wetly aroused cuntal entrance and her entire body jerked in spontaneous uncontrollable passion. God, it felt so good!
A moment later came the first contact of flesh on flesh as Nicole began to nibble greedily at the younger woman's desire-tautened clitoris. The exciting sensations were almost too much to bear as Debbie felt the gnawing tendrils of unbridled desire soaring from her little sense-nub up into the hidden depths of her spasmodically churning belly. Soo good, sooo good!
Wrong? Was it supposed to be wrong to know this kind of wonderful swelling excitement administered by the expert lips of another woman? Debbie's moral sense was lost in the incontrovertible proof that it simply felt good better than anything she had known so far. Maybe this strange airy feeling in her head was helping make it feel so fantastic, she reasoned numbly as she prepared for the next unpredictable slash of pure fiery pleasure.
It came in the form of Nicole's tongue lunging up into her feverishly hot cuntal hole, penetrating as far as it could go, bringing with it building tremors of irresistible, lewdly compelling abandon.
"Oh, Nicole, you're wonderful," the drug-possessed American moaned. "Oh, do it for me, Nicole. Make me cum. Please make me cummmmm."
Egged on by the younger woman's obscene encouragement, the naked French woman plunged her tongue again and again up into the wildly spasming depths of her victim's tight little pussy. She was responding like a charm, Nicole reflected through the haze of her own drug-induced state. She was born for sensuality, this young American! And she, Nicole, would show the inexperienced blonde exactly how much soaring erotic pleasure could be gleaned from one woman's tongue darting into the velvety depths of another woman's pussy.
"Okay, kiddo, time you started earning your kicks," Burt growled down at his young niece as he tangled his hands in her blonde hair and pushed her head toward the intoxicating aroma of his wife's hotly aroused cunt. "Suck Nicole's pussy, baby. C'mon." As the big man released his hold on the girl's head, his hands wandered down to caress the outthrust shaft of his rigidly swollen cock that swayed impatiently in response to the erotic lesbian scene Carpenter was directing. He, too, was now completely naked.
Once Debbie had experienced the masochistic thrill of having her uncle thrust her face forcefully toward her aunt's smooth, hair-lined vaginal furrow, the young blonde began nibbling tentatively at the wetly heated pink folds with growing fervor. She had never yet known anything this depraved, this wildly perverted, as sticking her tongue into another woman's pussy. She savored every inch of her aunt's widespread, responsively bucking cuntal slit as she prodded her tongue first against the raw swollen bud of the smaller woman's clitoris, then against the clasping hole to her quivering vagina, then up into the tightly puckered ring of her little anus. It tasted so wonderful, and the lewdly exciting sensations her aunt was bringing her own writhing cunt spurred the incensed blonde on to more and more abandoned activity.
Nicole could hardly believe it when she felt the younger woman's tongue make its first wet contact with her intensely aroused pussy. This was the culminating pleasure to feel the other woman's tongue probing up into her own cunt while she prodded and poked lustfully at the moist clutching vaginal furrow before her. Carried away by the soaring sensations of rapidly building excitement, the older woman reached up with one hand to grasp at one of Debbie's soft warm breasts. She tweaked and pulled at the hard swollen little nipple then began to rub her palm appreciatively over the ripened flesh of the other girl's nakedness.
Nicole was rapidly soaring toward the final peak of wanton excitement as she thrilled to the other's responsive churning beside her. Without warning, the drug-possessed brunette began to jerk out her heatedly bursting orgasm as she felt the taut little nipple of Debbie's breast push itself back against her hand. "Oooooohh, I'm cummmming!" Nicole moaned as her mouth abandoned the gyrating wet pussy before it and her whole being concentrated on the rippling waves of pure pleasure racking her fitfully writhing body from full dancing breasts to curling toes.
Debbie had felt her own release approaching closer and closer, and it was with a horrible gnawing feeling of loss that she felt the other woman's mouth desert her needfully undulating cunt. "No, Nicole, no! Don't stop, now," the frustrated blonde begged, but the brunette was soaring on the endless pinnacle of climactic forgetfulness and was for the moment incapable of helping the younger girl. Debbie jerked her burning vagina in horrified need as though she expected the air itself to bring her the release she so craved. "Please ... Pleeeeeease, somebody help me," she moaned over and over in drugged agony.
Burt recognized at once that his time had come. About time too, he reflected his aching balls were just about ready to spill their load right on the floor just from the excitement of watching the lewd lesbian coupling.
Pushing his sated wife conveniently to the side he knead his way up between his niece's trembling legs, spreading them wide as he positioned himself over her. "Delighted to help out," he remarked facetiously as he gazed smugly down at the hungry look on the blonde's mouth that glistened with the moisture of her aunt's resounding climax. His cock jerked lustfully before the young girl's obvious readiness.
Slowly Debbie's eyes focused on her uncle's naked form above her. "Oh God, please help me cum. Help me, Uncle Burt!" Man, he really had her where he wanted her, Burt reflected as one hand gently stroked his burgeoning cock-shaft.
"How's about my old penis, baby?" he asked. "Do you think that might help?" He loved teasing the desperate young beauty the hotter he got her, he figured, the wilder she'd be when he finally got his lust-thickened shaft shoved up inside her.
"Oh, God, yes. Give it to me. Give it to me, Uncle Burt, fuck me," she was begging in a crazy kind of half-chant now, trying to reach for his hips and tug him forward onto her.
No longer able to resist the inciting image of this beautiful young creature literally begging him to fuck her, Carpenter fell forward onto her soft needing body, inserting his urgently throbbing penis between Debbie's slippery vaginal lips, rubbing his hardness up and down the full fluttering length of her wetly waiting slit until the bulbous head was well lubricated. He wanted to sock it right to her, and he might as well make the going as easy as possible.
Her pupils dilated with lust and marijuana, Debbie looked up in panting expectation as she felt the steadily pulsing member finally poised at the entrance to her craving vaginal channel, and she opened her legs wider in abandoned invitation to her sadistically dawdling uncle, silently begging him to come right in.
Carpenter held off the actual penetration as long as he could, cruelly reveling in the desire-stricken anguish on the lustfully writhing blonde's face. Man, she was twice as hot as this afternoon, and that was going some. There was nothing to stop him and everything to egg him on, and Burt found he could wait no longer. A contorted look of unbridled lust seizing his features, he slammed his hips heavily forward so that his rock-hard penis shot all the way up into his niece's wetly waiting cunt in one relentless thrust.
"Aaaaagh," the hopelessly impaled twenty year old moaned out in initial pain as she felt his huge swollen cock-shaft thunder up into her hungering pussy for the second time that day. Her almost virginal cunt was still relatively new to the fucking game, and at first it felt as though she had been impaled by a telephone pole as her shocked vaginal walls struggled to accommodate his thick pulsing member. "Oh, Uncle Burt, you're hurting me," Debbie protested feebly beneath the older man.
But Burt was past hearing or caring as he withdrew his burgeoning cock as far as the thickly bloated tip, then rammed forward once again with the irresistible speed and force of a charging bull until his cum-laden balls slapped lewdly against her clenching ass-cheeks. Once again the girl cried out, begging him to be gentle, but Burt sensed the nearness of complete victory and he began to fuck his long rampant thickness back and forth inside the fear-tightened cuntal passage until he felt the velvety clutching walls beginning to give and moisten before his steady onslaught.
By now Debbie had abandoned any consideration for the slight pain in her belly and was concentrating fully on the powerful filling sensation as her uncle's hotly throbbing cock slid rhythmically in and out of her flowering vagina. Again she had the feeling that her ecstatic young cunt had never felt so good, and the drugged blonde was beginning to understand that the more her awakening pussy was subjected to in the way of lewdly exciting sensation, the better it felt. It was like there was a steadily receding pinnacle of arousal lodged somewhere deep in her belly, and the more frequently some cock or tongue reached for it, the higher and more intense its attainment became.
Without warning, the girl's arms and legs snaked out to wrap tightly around her uncle's nakedly laboring body while her undulating hips began to writhe in a natural talented abandon. From that point on, Burt knew he had a growing tiger on his hands, a mewling, clawing, straining she-tiger who made anyone he had ever fucked before seem like a frigid old maid. It was obvious this girl just kept getting hotter and wilder the more she got fucked. Now she was churning like a woman possessed beneath his lustfully penetrating penis, inciting him on and on to ever increasing heights of passion. For a moment he was a bit awed by the prospect of attempting to satisfy the girl's rampaging needs all by himself.
"Ohhhhh, yessss, do it to meeee," Debbie crooned shamelessly, oblivious to the presence of Nicole, who was now watching avidly as her husband fucked relentlessly up into his niece's wide-open cunt. "Fuck me, Uncle Burt. Fuck me with your lovely hard cock."
These lewd words coming from the lovely, pure-looking mouth of the abandoned blonde writhing below his ceaselessly plunging loins drove Carpenter mad with incensed lust. Digging his naked toes into the pile of the rug, the raggedly breathing older man rammed his long rigid penis again and again far up into the smoldering moistness before him with all the strength he could muster, reveling in the eager tortured moans that answered his every thrust.
Nicole rose unsteadily to her knees next to the engrossed couple, her eyes shining strangely as she watched her husband's hardened thickness slither in and out of the young blonde's wetly clasping cunt, and she groaned in vicarious enjoyment as she recalled that only moments before she, herself, had been licking at that same sex-slippery cuntal flesh. As she became more and more wantonly aroused, Nicole became aware of a lewd idea forming in the back of her mind, inspired by the heated scene transpiring only a nose-length away. At last she had settled in her mind the obscene orchestration for her depraved plan, and she rose and moved quickly to the door that Burt had closed behind them. As she had suspected, Oscar was not far away. The big dog always pined when he was left out of things, and he generally hung around somewhere nearby waiting for a belated invitation to join whatever was happening behind closed doors.
Now the German shepherd rose from his resting place not far from the games room door and wagged his tail as he trotted toward his naked French mistress. She beckoned him into the room and followed eagerly after him. God, she could hardly wait, she thought lewdly to herself. She wanted to see Burt's precious little niece get the hell screwed out of her by two cocks at once.
Oscar was immediately alerted by the strong aroma of female arousal in the air and he walked over to get a closer look at his master and his young guest passionately coupled on the floor in the middle of the room.
Nicole knelt beside the big animal and whispered in his ear. "Don't worry, cheri. You will get yours too. Just wait one leetle minute."
Sensing that something was up something that might be working in his favor Oscar wriggled impatiently and whined a low intense whine.
"Turn her over, Burt darling," Nicole urged her husband. Burt was surprised by his wife's words at first, but when he noticed Oscar's presence beside the dark-haired, lustfully watching woman, he began to get an inkling of what was on her mind.
Grasping the oblivious blonde firmly about the waist, he rolled over so that he was now lying on his back with the shamelessly undulating girl poised in a kneeling position over him. He pulled at her shoulders so that Debbie automatically brought her head down toward her uncle's face and threw her ass-cheeks more salaciously up into the air.
The ecstatic twenty year old was startled at first by this new turn of events, but she was pleasantly surprised to find that the previously untried position offered unsuspected erotic thrills as she slid her excited wet cunt up and down over her uncle's rigidly up-thrust pole of cock-flesh. She was still unaware of Oscar's presence in the room, for her drugged mind was occupied only with the teasing lust-tendrils darting over every inch of her heated body, and her eyes were closed.
The girl's surprise was great then when Nicole gave Oscar a wordless go-ahead signal and the excited animal began to thrust his nose forward and then up between the blonde's salaciously waving ass-cheeks, where he luxuriated in the rich aroma of her thoroughly aroused vagina.
"What ... what's that?" Debbie exclaimed as she felt the first wet contact of the animal's nose against her defenseless anal flesh.
"Time to welcome a new member, kiddo," Burt taunted her. "I think Oscar wants to join our little game." Still the young woman did not understand. She could tell from the urgency of Oscar's snuffling investigation that the German shepherd was becoming aroused, but what good would it do him? There was no place left for him back there, except....
"Oh no. No, Uncle Burt! You can't let Oscar do it to me there. Please, no. He's too big, he'll tear me in two!"
"I don't think you have any choice," Burt replied coldly. "Maybe it's time you learned a new trick one that'll make you the envy of all the kids back home." Hardly had the words escaped the big man's lust-contorted mouth when Oscar's hairy forelegs had clasped around Debbie's wasp-like waist, easily pinioning the quaking girl.
"Oh, please, please," Debbie continued to moan. "Burt ... Nicole ... don't let him do this to me. Please ... Oscar..." As though in answer to a maiden's prayer, the German shepherd shuffled forward on his hind legs, insinuated his wet ready cock into the split of the girl's trembling ass-cheeks, and began to look for a place to enter the human female's lush young body. The other two humans in the room waited in rapt lascivious fascination as the hopelessly trapped girl moaned in fear of the inevitable sodomy about to happen to her. Nicole knelt eagerly next to the lewdly coupled trio, her own firm ass-cheeks thrust in the air as she found herself a convenient position to catch every obscene movement of the long scarlet shaft frantically seeking the puckered anal hole cringing before it. There was no chance of Debbie receiving help in her lonely predicament from her lustfully excited aunt.
Moaning in helpless terror, the pinned blonde coed felt the slippery cock-tip trailing over her fearfully quivering buttocks, then slipping into the wide-stretched crack between them, finally catching for a moment at the tight rubbery little ring of her fear-spasmed rectum. The anal hole was very conveniently placed for the dog's attentions, and Oscar's excitement increased noticeably with his awareness that his goal was within reach.
With the heated presence of the menacing moist member jabbing at her puckering anal orifice the shaking blonde tensed, knowing she couldn't expect any gentle moves from the dog. Predictably, the big German shepherd sensed an available channel before him, and his powerful loins jerked forward, insinuating the tip of his monstrous animal cock just up inside her fitfully clutching rectum. Immediately the excited beast began his usual machine-like thrusts far up between the cringing white buttocks ahead. Debbie froze in disbelief for a moment, her eyes widening in shock and disbelieving pain, almost paralyzed by the terrible agony that tore into her defenseless belly.
"Aaaaggghhhh," she moaned in futile terror. "It's killing me! Uncle Burt, you have to make him get out! I can't take it. Pleee-ease." But Carpenter was lost in his own private little world of ungovernable lust as he relished the realization that the girl was irrevocably pinned between his own hard impaling shaft lunging upward into the tight little cunt and the dog's relentless piston steaming into her anus from behind. His only answer to her wailing plea was a mighty thrust of his own swollen penis far up into her momentarily forgotten pussy, sending new abrasive shock waves ricocheting through the moaning girl's womb.
Babbling incoherently with the pain, Debbie heard the lustful grunts of both the ravishing males turn into deep-throated moans as they began to fuck up into her wide-stretched body openings with a pounding heavy regularity. Only the fact that she had already been tremendously aroused permitted the gasping girl to stand the lewd twin impalement at all.
And then ... to her own amazement and wonder ... the shattering pain of the unnatural presence in her rectum gradually began to subside, slowly giving way to the first stirrings of heightened masochistic pleasure. This gnawing response was at the same time further accentuated by the obscene knowledge that she, who had yesterday morning been an innocent virgin, was now being fucked simultaneously by her mother's brother and a dog!
The kneeling young girl let herself become fully aware of the great throbbing dog-cock sliding relentlessly in and out of her plundered rectum from behind, plunging far up into her fiery depths to rub lewdly against her Uncle Burt's penis that was thrusting steadily up into her vagina from beneath. The two massive impaling organs were separated only by the thinnest of membranes, and the depraved sensation of feeling them skewering her inner belly in rhythmic unison caused her to moan aloud in humiliated excitement. Almost without her realizing it, the rearoused blonde found her incited body trying to match the tempo of man and beast as they fucked tirelessly up into her squirming, clutching belly. Each time she worked her way down on Burt's impaling cock-shaft with her wildly nibbling vagina, she could at the same time feel Oscar's heavy balls slapping lewdly against her upturned buttocks. Little moans and whimpers of pleasure were replacing the girl's groans of pain as she felt both relentless male members continue to grow and swell while they fucked pitilessly up into her ecstatically quivering holes.
Just a few inches away, Nicole watched with avid attention, unable to tear her eyes away from those two mighty cocks, the one white, the other bright scarlet, as they pinned her now wildly responding niece between them. Ah, this was it, she thought, their young relative was now irrevocably won over to the varied pleasures of fucking. She could never, ever be her old sweet, honey-wouldn't-melt-in-her-mouth self. again. Nicole was glad. She liked to see young women won over to the pleasures of the senses in fact, she liked to engineer their downfall herself it made it all so much more lewd and exciting. Now the young Debbie Johnson would really be a sensual woman worth knowing.
Suddenly the lust-hazed brunette was aware of a distant ringing noise. She realized it was the front doorbell her surprise guest had arrived.
Getting quickly to her feet and rushing to answer the door before the absorbed trio became aware of the new arrival, Nicole didn't even bother to put anything on over her lush nakedness.
May as well get our guest in the swing of things right away, she giggled excitedly to herself as she reached for the front doorknob.
CHAPTER SIX
Lars Petersen stood nervously before the door to the impressive-looking French villa, waiting for a reply to his ring. The tall, handsome young American had flown all the way from Fargo, North Dakota, in the last twenty-four hours and he knew he should be exhausted. But the excitement of seeing Debbie again was too great to allow him the much needed respite of sleep.
Lars had been disappointed when Debbie had not been in when he called at the villa this afternoon and disappointed too that the girl's attractive French aunt had not invited him to stay and wait for her return. The young man had had no choice but to agree to her proposal that he return for a drink this evening, and he had spent the interim time anxiously drinking coffee in the sea-front cafes of Menton, rehearsing over and over in his mind the words he would say when he again saw his beautiful golden-haired girl friend.
Sure that Debbie was as much in the wrong as he the night of his graduation ball after all, his feelings had been hurt too Lars had determined to weather the storm of her fury until both their tempers had cooled and they could come to an amicable agreement on terms for their marriage. Because the young lawyer was sure now that he wanted to marry that girl and nothing was going to stop him, not even her stubbornness and her repeated pleas that her career came first. When Lars learned that Debbie had gone all the way to Europe for the summer without even telling him, he'd nearly blown a fuse he was so angry. How dare she just walk out on him like that?! Didn't she realize they were meant for each other? It had taken him about ten hours to get himself ready to come after her, plus a hefty loan from his father, but even such a short time had been enough to abate the young suitor's anger. Now all he wanted was to see her lovely blonde-haloed face again and talk to the only real soul-mate he'd ever known. He'd already promised himself he wouldn't even try to kiss her unless she wanted him to until they were safely married. He wasn't taking any more chances on losing her. j
The visiting young American was taken totally by surprise when the front door of the villa opened to reveal Debbie's curvaceous aunt, who stood before him stark naked. A coy smile on her face, she beckoned to the astonished young man to enter, then she closed the door carefully behind him. While her visitor was still wide-eyed with amazement, the petite French woman stood on tiptoes, threw her arms around his neck, and covered his mouth with a long, deep throaty kiss.
When she finally drew back for air, Lars looked at her a little stupidly for a moment before finally opening his mouth to speak: "Good evening, Mrs. Carpenter. Is Debbie in?" He realized his words might not be quite what was expected under the circumstances, but he knew that even if he sat and thought about it all evening, he would never have the slightest idea of what to say in case of a greeting like this. So he decided he had better stay on safe ground. Debbie had never told him her aunt was some kind of a nut.
"Yes, cheri, she is in the games room. Please follow me." Nicole smiled broadly at her visitor, obviously unabashed by his lack of response to her generous kiss. Time, there was lots of time, she figured. Turning to lead the way down the hall, Nicole was intuitively aware of the handsome American's eyes on her firm ripe ass-cheeks as she wriggled provocatively toward the scene of the orgy. She could hardly wait to see the young innocent's reaction to what was going on there.
Arriving at the closed door, Nicole opened it and stepped aside to let her visitor precede her inside, thrusting her chest forward slightly as he passed to rub her rigid nipples teasingly against his suit jacket.
Lars was still puzzling over the uninhibited behavior of the older woman, when he was stopped dead in his tracks by the lascivious spectacle before him. A big German shepherd was mounted over a kneeling blonde-haired girl and was screwing steadily into her upturned anus. And there was a man lying beneath who was apparently fucking up into the double impaled girl's vagina. He'd never seen or even dreamed of anything as lewd or as obscenely exciting in his life! But there was no doubt about it the naked young blonde was having the time of her life, swaying her ass-cheeks energetically in heated search of the two steadily fucking penises.
"My God," the innocent boy from North Dakota exclaimed as he stared through hypnotized eyes at the lust-inspiring human chorus of hotly writhing flesh. What kind of place had his beloved Debbie walked into? What kind of depravities might she already have been witness too? He had to find his girl friend and get her out of here. But where was she? The boy was beginning to look frantically around the room when a strangely familiar voice accosted his ears.
"Oh, come on, lovers. Do it to your Debbie! Make me feel good, babies." Debbie? Could it be? ... No, impossible! But as the young man took a couple of steps toward the lewdly entwined group, he realized with a sinking heart that it was not only possible, it was simple brutal reality.
His own beloved girl friend, the sweet, virginal woman he wanted to make his wife, was writhing out of control on the floor being fucked by two males at once and one of those males wasn't even human! God, could he ever in his wildest nightmares have invented anything so totally and disgustingly depraved? The young man's first impulse was to turn and flee from this house of sin and try to erase his girl friend's memory from his mind as quickly as possible.
But then he noticed with a mixture of consternation and excitement that his own cock was beginning to jerk eagerly in his pants from the obscene provocation of the inciting scene before him. Before he realized fully what he was doing, Lars had allowed one hand to slip down and 'begin gently stroking the insistent bulge straining at the front of his trousers. In another moment, his own hand was being pushed away by another, tinier one and he looked down quickly to find out the source of this new disturbance.
Nicole Carpenter, his girl friend's aunt, was kneeling before him, her hands working the zipper of his fly expertly down. Now she had reached in in search of his rigidly throbbing cock and in another moment it was standing hard and blushing in all its naked glory outside the fly of his pants. With the expertise born of years of arduous practice, Nicole began stroking the outthrust cock-shaft with sensuous clasping movements that caused her victim to thrust his loins involuntarily forward as he watched the depraved triple combination going on in the middle of the room.
The inexperienced young man could see the glistening red shaft of the big dog's stiffly pummeling cock working steadily in and out of Debbie's pink, wide-stretched little anus. She threw her head back in a voluptuous moan, tossing her golden hair from side to side as she thrust her firm, cream-white ass-cheeks back to meet the dog's incessant efforts, at the same time again absorbing the thick human member hammering relentlessly up into her clasping young cunt from below.
Concentrating on the sleek red cock working smoothly in and out of Debbie's rectum, Lars was taken completely by surprise as he felt the warm wet cavern of Nicole's mouth close over his own eagerly pulsating hardness.
At once, he tore his gaze from his girl friend's churning buttocks and looked down to where the dark head of his petite hostess was laboring furiously up and down over his fleshy swollen cudgel. God, it felt good, terrific. He'd always wanted Debbie to do this for him, but, of course, he'd never even dared ask, knowing all too well what her self-righteous reaction would be. But man oh man, wouldn't he love Debbie to suck him until he came in her mouth!
Suddenly the obscenely excited young man realized his time had come ... the only opening on his wantonly writhing girl friend's body that wasn't being filled at the moment was her mouth ... and he was just the fellow to do something about that.
Pulling his pulsing cock-shaft heedlessly from Nicole's mouth, the young American hurriedly removed all his clothing, then moved quietly toward the spot where his girl friend was kneeling and moaning in abject debasement. His distended penis swaying like the boom of a sailboat, the excited young man moved right in front of Debbie, facing her as she crouched over the big blonde man beneath.
"Hi, baby, glad to see me?" he asked harshly from his standing position over the slaving blonde. He dropped to his knees before her as he saw her naked body freeze in belated recognition of his presence.
The ecstatically aroused young coed couldn't believe it. She was sure she'd heard Lars' voice, though some semi-conscious part of her drug-fogged brain told her that was impossible. She was almost tempted to forget the words as a figment of her imagination when she sensed a new, unaccounted for movement in front of her. Opening her eyes, she was astonished to find herself face to face with the menacing bloated tip of a third hard cock! She turned her eyes upward and thought for a moment she would faint when her own drugged gaze met the angry sneer of her handsome young boy friend. Somehow he had followed her all the way to the French Riviera!
"Lars ... wh-what are you doing here?" she managed to stammer, but those were the 'only words that escaped her lips before they were violated by the steadily advancing cock-head that passed their barrier and headed ruthlessly back in search of her throat. Fighting to catch her breath, the now thoroughly filled blonde gasped at this final assault on her inhibitions. Now someone from back home, her own boy friend, had seen how far she had sunk. She was lost now she could never face the home town folks again. And her furious boy friend was actually punishing her for her wrongdoing in the most devastating way he knew how. He was making her suck his cock, while another penis fucked into her vagina from beneath in time with the huge dog cock sodomizing her.
"Ooooohhhhh," the young coed moaned around Lars' impaling thickness as the full debased helplessness of her kneeling position registered on her drugged mind. She was now being totally used ... every major orifice in her body was filled to brimming with cock, cock, cock ... and the very thought sent her to a new plateau of heated soaring lust-sensation as she began to suck like a woman possessed at the thick throbbing penis scraping against the back of her throat.
The ex-virgin had never sucked cock before, and she found the pungent saltiness of the drop of pre-seminal fluid that seeped from the bloated end of Lars' hotly pulsating member heady and unbelievably exciting. She worked her tongue back and forth along the rubbery cock-length, licking at its distended slippery smoothness like a little girl works at a lollipop.
"Uuuuhhhh," Lars grunted above her as his anger was lost in the wonderful expanding sensations her flicking tongue was bringing to his saliva-coated cock. Man, she was really doing it, and the feeling was far better than he'd ever hoped. He tangled his fingers more firmly in his girl friend's long blonde hair and forced her head forward until her nose was lost in the curly mass of his thick brown pubic hair. The very sight of her humiliated depravity drove the young lawyer to greater heights of sexual energy as he rammed his long hard shaft cruelly up toward the back of her throat. Man, he wanted to shove it in as far as it would go, penetrate all the way to her belly ... he was going to make this an experience she'd never forget.
Nicole had been left in abandoned frustration when Petersen had pulled his cock from her mouth in favor of burying it up between his girl friend's lips, and now the curvaceous French woman was standing near the entwined quartette shoving three fingers up into her hotly denied pussy and sawing energetically back and forth. She derived a new building excitement from her own perverted self-manipulation and from the thought that this young ex-virgin was now getting it three ways. That was even better than the debasement Nicole had originally planned for her.
Beneath the pile, Burt was still stroking rhythmically up into Debbie's convulsively clutching cunt, watching with delighted lust as his young niece took to the stranger's penis buried in her mouth like a chimp takes to a banana. The passion-incensing sight caused him to lunge his hips even more energetically up into the wetly palpitating pussy poised above him. He had never expected a four-way circus like this it was practically a record for the Carpenter at-home soirees.
Debbie, the golden-haired center of all this depraved attention, began to go to work in earnest, as if the young coed had been sucking cock all her life. It had been hard for a moment to synchronize her sucking with the heavy pounding up into her forever-stretched back passages, but in a moment she found herself being pitched forward with satisfying regularity onto her boy friend's penis every time Oscar and Uncle Burt rammed into her happily throbbing orifices from behind and below. Strange masochistic pleasure oozed through the pinioned young woman's whirling mind as she was buffeted like a naked rag doll between the three panting males, a willing moaning receptacle to their combined lust.
Beginning to feel a little dissatisfied with being left out, Nicole stood open-mouthed for a moment, watching the incredible scene before her then at last pulling her own jabbing fingers from her pussy, the dark-haired beauty stepped forward over Debbie. Straddling the blonde's back and facing the puffing, softly whining
Oscar, she thrust her hips lewdly forward toward the humping animal, at the same time pulling apart her moistly gleaming pussy-lips with her fingers.
"Come on, Oscar darling. Lick my pussy, cheri. Lick me until I go mad with enjoyment!" The big dog's mouth seemed to curve into a smile as he stared a little distractedly at the pink wet, hair-lined slit before him. Eagerly, the huge German shepherd's tongue shot out, digging far up into the hot channel before him, causing such a bolt of bliss to shoot through Nicole's responsively thrusting loins that her head shot back and she began to twist wildly from side to side, her thick dark hair flying in a rich cloud about her lovely face. Oh God, she was cumming already!
For a timeless moment the five naked celebrants remained locked together in an obscene tableau, filling the room with their desperate gasps and the wet sluicing sound of instruments sawing into passion-filled orifices.
And at the center of it all was the lovely, previously innocent Debbie. Never before in her whole life had the young blonde been so filled. Every opening in her body was stuffed with cock, and brushing sensuously against her drug-sensitized flanks were Nicole's long sleek legs. The coed wondered how it would all end ... wondered how it would feel when those massive, delight-bearing penises began to spew their hot loads up into her receptively undulating body. Suddenly she dimly sensed a wild moan from above as Nicole began to climax, driven to wild culminating frenzy by Oscar's hotly lapping tongue. She felt the ivory-columned legs on either side of her jerk and tremble uncontrollably and then her aunt's hot pussy juices came cascading down onto her own naked back.
About the same time, Lars' burgeoning cock in her mouth started to swell rampantly until it had reached enormous size, and the frightened young woman knew that her boy friend was about to cum in her mouth. How would it taste? she wondered in sudden panic. Would she be able to take it all?
Knowing she could never escape from the young lawyer's powerful grip against the sides of her head, the gasping blonde realized that for better or worse she would learn all there was to know about swallowing cum right now.
The latecomer's loins jerked forward into Debbie's face, driving his exploding cock almost all the way down her throat while the climax-seized man uttered a wild cry. Then Debbie had no time to think all she could do was swallow as fast as she could as a red-hot torrent of repeatedly surging semen flooded up into her violated mouth. Choking and coughing, the madly laboring young woman tried her best, but there was so much of the swelling, burning fluid that it gushed back out between her lips and dripped in sticky white ropes from her chin.
Then Lars was falling back away from her, his steadily shrinking cock sliding wetly from her still working mouth that trembled and nibbled as though her greedy little belly still had not had enough.
Filled with a strange vigor from the lust-inciting fluid that her boy friend had pumped into her, the wildly aroused blonde crashed back against the two rubbery cocks behind just as Oscar finally began emptying his lewd animal sperm far up into the hot elastic depths of her sensitively expanded rectum. The hard hot jets seemed to touch off a whole series of explosions inside the already half-maddened young woman.
"Oh God, fill me, lovers," she begged. "Fill me with your wonderful cum!" Debbie jerked back against the spouting dog-cock several times, using her sphincter muscles to draw the thick liquid from it, gulping it in with her deeper rectal muscles. At last the sated dog member slipped wetly from the clutching anal ring before it, all the life drained from its drying red hardness. As the shrinking scarlet organ flopped uselessly from her tight rectal pucker, the young blonde now found herself alone with her Uncle Burt, his the only cock still invading her shamelessly aroused young body. Knowing that her own orgasm was mere moments away, the blonde began to raise her suddenly freed buttocks high in the air so that almost all her uncle's whitely gleaming cock-shaft slid out of her steaming pussy, then she crashed her tight little cuntal passage heavily back down as if she were trying to drive the huge, pleasure-giving rod of hard flesh all the way through her body.
The tired older man smiled up at his sister's child as she moaned out her passion from above.
"Okay, kiddo, I've saved you a special treat," he said with an almost tender intensity as his own sperm began to shoot up from his balls to race the length of his pistoning cock before finally mingling far up inside his niece's convulsively churning womb with her own gushing secretions.
For endless moments, uncle and niece strained together in final bliss joined incestuously together by the hot, life-giving fluids that flooded out over their tightly locked loins. At last it was all over for all of them, and the five orgy participants lay exhausted among the soft rugs and cushions of the suddenly silent room.
It was a good five minutes before a voice broke the silence.
"All right, darlings, eet's time for a break. We will all go to zee dining room now for a pep-up feast, okay?" Nicole's eyes sparkled with the success of her carefully planned evening at home.
"What's for dinner, babe?" Burt quipped. "Many good things, cheri, and for dessert ... salad, okay?"
Debbie began to laugh delightedly at her aunt's tireless enthusiasm, Burt took up the laughter and put an arm around his naked blonde niece as he stood up beside her. Lars wasn't sure what it was all about, but he started to laugh too, and he rose to put his arm around Debbie from the other side.
The famished foursome walked gaily to the dining room, an eager Oscar close on their heels.
CHAPTER SEVEN
"Burt, there you are, darling. I've been looking all over the place for you."
The tall striking blonde stopped just inside the study door and gazed across at her handsome uncle who was engrossed in piles of ledgers and papers full of facts and figures. He looked up absently from his concentration, and his frown gradually turned into a pleased smile as the presence of his voluptuous young niece registered on his preoccupied brain.
"What's up, Debbie doll. Got a problem?"
"Well, you know you said you'd help me get that damned projector set up for the party tonight. I've been working on the games room for hours trying to get everything just right. But I need your help! If my party's a flop, it'll be all your fault."
"Look, beautiful, all you gotta do to be a hit with my friends is fall back on the cushions naked. They'll figure things out for themselves from there."
"Oh, quit the kidding, will you? You know how important it is to me that my 'coming out' party be just right."
"Sure, babe. But there's lots of time yet ... Listen, I've got an idea I've been wanting to discuss with you. How'd you like to make a little business trip to Istanbul for me to pick up a package? You'll have to stop off at Lucerne on the way back to deliver, but there's almost no work involved. It'll be the same as an all-expense-paid vacation for you."
"Gee, that'd be just great. I've been wanting to see more of Europe than just the Riviera, but I got kind of caught up in the good life here. This'll be a perfect vacation, you're right. When do I leave?"
"Five or six days. And I thought maybe you'd like to take your fella along. You and he haven't had many nights alone so far."
"That's really nice of you, darling. But, you know, Lars and I have come to accept each other as individuals. We're not as hung up about the exclusive rights thing as we were back home. You and Nicole taught us that, thank goodness. We're both perfectly happy to share and share alike with whatever exciting prospects come along. But sure, he'd be company on the trip, and maybe we could find ourselves some interesting swaps."
"I can't believe the change in my little niece. You've turned into a real tiger, babe. I'm proud of you. Now come over here."
Her eyes lighting up with eager anticipation, Debbie walked over to where her uncle sat at his desk and dropped to her knees in front of him. With infallible dexterity, she reached into the fly of his pants and pulled out his full-swollen cock-shaft, stroking it for a moment before circling the bloated head in the soft warm oval of her lips.
After a few minutes of ardent sucking, she raised her head from the rigid member and spoke hoarsely up at her uncle, "I'm sure glad you hired me as your secretary, Uncle Burt. I really love living with you and Aunt Nicole. You're my real soul family." And bending her head forward a second time, she again encircled the impatient penis of her mother's younger brother in a very un-family-like oral embrace.
"Glad you could join us, kiddo. Mighty glad," Burt managed to gasp.
