Bright beams of moonlight fell across the white-paned windows in Debbie Johnson's upstairs bedroom, creating patterns of light and shadow. As Debbie stepped into her lonely room, she felt a sudden twinge of sadness. Here it was another Saturday night and she was alone again. Going over to her bed, she threw herself down in despair and began sobbing. Her parents were having the time of their lives at a Saturday night party and wouldn't be back until the wee hours of the morning. And her nineteen-year-old brother Steve had bragged about going out on a heavy date.
Debbie couldn't understand why she had problems finding a boyfriend her father would approve of. Every time she did have a chance to go out with a young high school boy, her father raised some kind of objection. After all, she was eighteen going on twenty-one. Her physical development proved just how mature she was.
Finally, she slid off the bed and ambled slowly to the dresser. Debbie turned on the lamp and began to remove her clothes and get ready for bed. As she looked at herself in the mirror's reflection, she couldn't help feeling a surge of pride sweep through her. She was a beautiful girl. Debbie looked admiringly at her soft, shimmering brown hair which fell gently about her shoulders. She was proud of her sparkling brown eyes, her sensuous full lips, her dazzling white teeth and shapely body. As she began unbuttoning her blouse, she could feel her bosoms pressing tightly against the confinement of her brassiere. She would have to buy another size bra soon. Placing her blouse on a hanger, Debbie looked into the full-length mirrors on her wardrobe. Her lithe, long legs always commanded plenty of attention from the young boys at high school and even some of the male teachers seemed to be getting turned on with her when she let her skirt slip suggestively over her knees.
She removed her skirt. A distinct feeling of pride swept through her as she again glanced at her reflection in the mirror. Slipping out of her sheer nylon panties, Debbie's eyes glanced up and down her body. She removed her bra and looked with pride at her full ripe bosoms, with their taut, rosy-red, erect nipples, just waiting for some boy's hot hands to play with them. Reaching up, Debbie gently massaged her own lush breasts. And then her hands wandered down to her flat belly, finally reaching down to massage her moistening vagina. She liked to touch the downy-soft, curly brown pubic hair. As she let her fingers smoothly slide between the moist pink lips of her vagina, Debbie felt her jutting red clit, quivering and hard. It became so intensely exciting, rubbing her own finger over her clit, and she was conscious of her juices now as she teasingly rubbed it up and down.
As she became more aroused, Debbie parted her legs wider, thrusting her pelvis forward, increasing the speed of her finger stabs. All at once she found herself imagining she had a young lover licking her down there. She could almost hear the loud slurping sound of his mouth pressed tightly against her hot cunt as she ground into his face.
Debbie looked at her reflection in the mirror. Her face was contorted with the lusty passions she was experiencing in her fiery cunt. If only she had a huge, throbbing penis plunging in her hot cunt this instant. She knew what she would do. She could feel her cunt muscles tighten on the imaginary long, hard cock stabbing into her anxious womanhood.
She could see her lush bosoms juggling, her nipples taut as she thrust her hips forward, responding to her finger stabbing inside her juicing vagina.
Just then in the darkness the intruding noise of the front door being opened caused her to freeze for a tense second. And then she recognized her brother Steve's footsteps as he came up the stairs. Noiselessly, slipping her sticky fingers from her pussy, Debbie tiptoed to her dresser, turning out the lamp. She hastily slid into her pink nylon nightie and swiftly slipped between the sheets in her own bed.
Steve walked down the hall to his room, opening the door and closing it noisily. He was walking so heavily she suspected he'd been drinking. Even though he'd promised his parents he wouldn't drink when they bought him a Mustang when he turned nineteen, she knew he did.
A few moments later Debbie could hear him showering.
Debbie tiptoed down the hallway to her brother's bedroom. She quietly opened the door and slipped inside. She noticed a light shining from the bathroom to the right of her. The bathroom door was halfway open and she could see her naked young brother sitting on the edge of the tub. Although his muscled young body was positioned away from her, his naked buttocks and thighs were easy for her to see. She stood immobile for a moment, fascinated as she watched him drying his suntanned body slowly with a clean white towel. He was rubbing his back and legs now. To her' surprise, Debbie felt a tingle of lurid excitement surge through her being. As he bent over the tub to wipe his thighs, she could see his testicles hanging between the crevice of his ass. She had a lascivious desire to see his huge penis. It was making her stomach churn just thinking about it. He turned his body around and she watched as he raised a leg to rest one foot on the side of the bathtub while he slowly moved the towel around his limp male flesh.
He let the towel fall to his testicles, rubbing carefully between his legs and around his asshole. Tossing the towel aside, he reached for his penis and slowly began to slide his fingers up and down the length of it. The young brown-haired girl couldn't take her smoldering eyes off what she was seeing now. The muscular young man's flaccid penis was swelling in size. With firm, long strokes he continued slowly pumping back and forth on his manhood. He shut his eyes and let his hand move swiftly up and down the hard shaft, causing it to stand out from his hairy loins.
The thick, knobby head was starting to ooze cream. At this point a small moan of excitement escaped Debbie's lips as her naked young brother walked out of the bathroom and into the bedroom where she was standing.
"How long have you been watching me?" Steve asked his sister.
"I... I just came in," she told him nervously.
Her naked nineteen-year-old brother seemed to close in on her. He stared into Debbie's clear brown eyes, gazing down hotly at her ripe, full bosoms, straining at the confines of her tight-fitting pink nylon nightie.
From the sensuous way Steve was leering at her she could almost feel his lips pressing across her bosoms, his teeth biting down on her naked erect nipples. Seeing her face flushing with embarrassment only got him more excited.
"I'm glad you came into my bedroom tonight, Debbie," he said huskily, his hands reaching out to touch her flawless young breasts.
"No, Steve, no... " Debbie protested as he reached up to squeeze her fleshy bosoms.
At this point her mind was spinning with lusty desires she had never known before. But Steve was paying little or no attention to her feelings. A knowing grin played about his lips as he let his hands wander down her naked body.
"No... No... Steve, please, don't, she protested weakly.
Steve insisted she take off her nightie so he could see her without a stitch of clothing on. Hesitantly, Debbie started to strip. When she gently eased out of the nightie, letting it slide down her body to the floor, Steve felt a surge of sexual electricity pass through his body. His huge cock was throbbing, his balls aching with lusty desire, for he could hardly wait to feel himself entering her. His words had a mesmerizing effect upon her as he spoke huskily.
"Don't worry about Mom and Dad, Debbie. They won't be home early... we've got plenty of time."
Steve began to slowly stroke her smooth shoulders. He stared hungrily at her bosoms. Gazing at her lewdly, he could see the ripe, red distended nipples. His blood-engorged member throbbed with desire. He could hardly wait to slip his tongue back and forth shamelessly over her nipples.
Reaching forward, Steve brought his hand gently up against her ripely swelling breasts, brushing them obscenely back and forth. All of a sudden
Debbie found her mental barriers disappearing. She could only respond with delight as a shudder of sexual excitement spread through her appealing body, causing her vagina to moisten in anticipation.
Steve caressed her erect nipples, letting his thumb slip freely back and forth.
Glancing down, she could see his throbbing cock lurch obscenely and she knew she must stop him now.
"No... no... don't," she begged him as she tried to wiggle away from his tight grip on her naked body. But Steve was only beginning. He slipped his hands back around her waist. Once more she tried to squirm away from him, but Steve dropped to his knees. Suddenly she felt his hot lips sliding crazily back and forth across her young moistening mound. His instinctual sexual urges were driving him on as he let his tongue stab mercilessly in and out of her hair-fringed fissure. Debbie could hardly stand it. Her head rocked from side to side resoundingly as the devastating thrills she felt when his tongue swept across her juicy crevice overpowered her with lusty desire. Her brother had stirred something within her she never knew existed until now.
Steve brought his hand up to her moist crotch. He let his middle finger slowly slide into the damp, moist folds of her flesh. Debbie knew it was wrong, but that didn't matter now. The tingling sensation of Steve's finger prompted her to reach down to grip his head. As she ran her fingers through his thick brown hair he became more aroused. She liked what he was doing. Parting the moist folds of her pussy he licked the quivering pink flesh. The fragrant aroma of her enticing cunt opening propelled his tongue into action. He slid it slowly up and down the length of her welcoming vaginal folds.
Debbie was moaning aloud now, unable to struggle against him any longer. His fiery tongue was pumping in her pussy in a depraved, obscene way. Anxiously his hands gripped the soft globes of her round asscheeks as he buried his face in her crotch, tongue-fucking her in pistoning movements. He was probing deeper, ever deeper inside her throbbing, aroused vagina. Tears streaked down her cheeks as she trembled with wanton lust. The muscular, suntanned young man was feasting on her pussy, his tongue lapping, licking, sucking noisily as he fired her up.
"Ohhh, ahhh, yessssss... eat me . . Debbie gasped, unable to struggle against her own carnal cravings any longer. Whimpering with desire as Steve kept his tongue flipping in and out between the pouting lips of her pussy, she let him lustfully suck on her erect clitoris.
Steve's teeth bore down gently as he nibbled her there. All of Debbie's defenses suddenly disappeared. It was happening right now as she gazed down at his head between her legs through lust-glazed eyes. She pressed back to him as he tongued her. Clutching Steve's head, her eyes squeezed shut, her pelvis ground up against his handsome face. She felt his hot tongue lashing out lewdly at her exposed pussy and then he got his face right in there and sucked until she gushed.
The sexual ecstasy that surged through her body now as she was dimming in Steve's mouth had her gasping in animalistic frenzy, "Ohhhh, ahhhhh, Tm cuuummmmming... ahhh!"
The warmly seeping walls of her cunt were being voraciously licked by her lover's lewd tongue. "Suck me, oooohhhh, Steve... eat me, eat me." Steve's hot tongue hungrily lapped her up, making the sensitive area of her clitoris tingle with delight. His hands clasped her asscheeks tightly, clenching them as he sucked her noisily. Whether it was the lewd sucking sounds he was making, or the wanton way he squeezed her asscheeks, or his teeth biting on her erect clitoris, she couldn't tell, but the lewd passions within her were rising now. She wanted Steve's throbbing long cock plunging into her now. Debbie ached to feel his broad muscular chest crushing against her soft breast flesh. She was totally helpless now; her virtue had vanished as her lust-crazed desires took over.
As Steve noisily finished lapping up her flowing pussy juices, she remembered on the edge of her mind that he was her brother. She could lay no real claim to him.
But she thought to herself as she gazed down at his stone-hard cock that she must have him. She didn't want to risk losing the opportunity of knowing him sensually and couldn't turn back now. Debbie could imagine what it would be like to have his throbbing long manhood sliding into her hot pussy and could already feel her hands reaching up to grip his shoulders, to run down his muscular firm back to his bare buttocks. But was it possible this was actually happening to her? Did she dare say one word? Or was it just some illusion that would fade the moment she spoke?
Slowly easing his tongue out of her vagina, Steve smiled affectionately. He ordered her to reach for his erect cock and play with it. Putting a tentative hand forward, Debbie gripped his rock-hard cock, squeezing it.
Debbie had forgotten all about the fact that he was her brother. Moaning ecstatically she felt his cock harden in her grasp. She felt purged of inhibitions, cleansed of depraved guilt feelings. The thrill of anticipation goaded her on. Debbie wanted to feel his throbbing penis sliding in her. He was a man, a man who wanted her.
Gripping his huge cock lewdly, she slowly pulled its thick rigidity back and forth. She could feel her own raging genital heat as Steve's lust-bloated balls slapped against her hand as she pumped back and forth with a vigorous hand grip.
CHAPTER TWO
"Be honest, Debbie." Steve smiled at his sister. "You want me to fuck you."
Even though Debbie could admit this to herself, it was not easy to hear him telling the truth about her lewd desires. She released her grip on his throbbing cock and turned away, her dark brown hair falling about her shoulders. Steve's eyes swept over her voluptuous curves and he could see there was nothing to do but fuck her and fuck her fast. He knew he couldn't wait until his parents came home. There would be an awful scene if they ever caught them together. Every moment he lost now was a moment he could be enjoying her body. Steve was revved up and he wasn't going to let her put him off another second. Swiftly he raised her filmy pink nightie over her head, deftly removing the clinging garment from her tantalizing young naked body. Now she stood beside the bed with her back to him. Steve stepped close behind her. Debbie felt the throb in his huge cock as he pressed it hard against her naked asscheeks.
"You want to feel my cock in you, Debbie?" he whispered sensuously. "Just stretch out on the bed... we don't want Mom and Dad to find us here. Let's fuck and get it off."
The mere mention of her parents sent a shiver of fear racing up and down her spine. Steve could feel Debbie trembling. He interpreted this to mean that she was so hot for him she couldn't stand still.
His hands swept forward to caress and tease her bosoms, pinching her taut nipples recklessly. Again Debbie felt the waves of sensual desire rushing through her body. It was awful to be torn by guilt and sexual need like this. Yet the more Steve's hands touched her the more desire won out. Gently sweeping down to her hair-fringed fissure, he once again inserted his middle finger. The pouting lips of her pussy gave way to his delicious finger sliding inside of her. A small moan of animalish lust issued from her throat as she squeezed her eyes shut, enjoying his touch even more when she shut off her senses, except for his luridly probing finger in her.
"Stretch out on the bed," Steve whispered.
Slipping his fingers from her pussy lips as she started to move forward, Steve watched her lie there naked before him on the bed. The suntanned young man was quite a contrast to the stunning young girl who lay beside him now, her eyes looking lustfully up at him. Steve straddled her. Debbie felt the hugeness of his fleshy hardness sliding impatiently back and forth across her quivering cunt slit. It made her tingle to feel the blood-engorged head of his throbbing cock waiting to lurch forward into her moist pussy hole. Debbie knew the head of his cock could ignite all the fiery passions pent up in her young body. She had to have it in her now. But Steve was going to make her beg for it, to delay it.
Her hand reached down to grasp Steve's rigid penis. She stroked up and down his hard shaft. It aroused her all the more to see droplets of white cum oozing from the small slit at the crown of his cock.
"Go ahead," Steve insisted, "guide it into your cunt."
There was something about his virile, masculine voice giving her a lewd command that aroused her passions. Without saying a word, Debbie pulled it to the pouting lips of her pussy. She felt the tip of it slip inside her moist vagina. Whispering with delight, she held her breath, luxuriating in the intoxicating sensation of having his throbbing man meat riding in her fiery cunthole.
Her eyes closed as the pulsating flesh entered her cunt sheath. Moaning throatily, she felt his impaling thickness slowly sliding into her. All the shame was gone in her wanton desire. He was humiliating her, forcing her to not only beg for it, but guide him into her womanhood. "Oh, Steve, fuck me! Fuck me!" Debbie finally blurted.
All inhibitions had vanished with her own carnal lusts. She splayed her legs wider, granting Steve easy access to her open cunt. Lewdly her muscular young lover slowly eased his huge shaft into her moistly heated cunt. Debbie groaned as she felt the thick blunt head of his penis sliding inside of her. The elastic opening of her pussy gave way as Steve rammed it to her.
"Ohhh, ahhh, ahhh, aaggghhhhh," she whimpered as his huge tip drove past her tight cunt opening. She wanted it all. Every fucking inch of his cock meat. Nothing else mattered now! "Fuck me... fuck me," she cried out eagerly. "I want it... I want every fucking inch! Oooohhh, Steve, screw me!"
All the pent-up lustful desires within her were coming into play now. Desperately she needed to satisfy her carnal cravings. Why was he sliding it in her so slowly? She wanted to be filled up with him.
But Steve knew exactly what he was doing. Tantalizing her, teasing her, making her beg for his huge shaft was all part of his erotic pleasure. Her eyes froze with fear as she looked up at him. The lust contorted his face when he lost himself in the rapture of her fresh, beautiful young body.
No longer was he innocent looking. There was an evil look surfacing on his determined face as he pushed forward. He hovered over her now and she was helpless beneath him. The pulsating head of Steve's throbbing cock disappeared into the hot hole of her pussy. Steve shoved forward, his chest crushing down hard against her ripe, rounded breasts. He rammed his thick prick forward with all of his muscular strength in his thighs and buttocks. She felt his throbbing long cock gliding into her cunt in a pistoning movement. The telltale sound of the jangling bedsprings indicated just how hard he was pumping his cock meat into her moistening pussy. Steve was beginning to sweat and she didn't mind it. She was starting to sweat, too, as he slapped his body against hers, revving her up all the more.
"Ohhh, ahhh, it's too much, Steve," she cried out impulsively. "I can't stand it."
His rock-hard cock tunneled in and out of her tight vagina. The assault on the narrow passageway made her feel as though she was coming apart under the sharp impact of his driving prick meat. But he wasn't stopping now. The lust-contorted features, the sweaty body, the weight of his chest crushing on her breasts, combined with Steve's fiery, plunging penis driving up hard against her cervix, thrilled her almost to climax.
Debbie's fidgety hands reached for his broad shoulders. She let her hands slip smoothly back and forth across his shoulders as she began gently massaging up and down his back. Debbie loved the lengthy thick shaft filling her belly and felt she couldn't get enough of him. Steve's heavily veined, rock-hard cock plunged vigorously against the walls of her cunt, which clasped around his sliding shaft in a rhythmic, responsive, grasping movement.
"Fuck me, fuck me," she cried out passionately, her fingernails clawing down his muscular back until he was bleeding.
But Steve didn't mind. It only added fire to his fuck. Her pussy muscles steadily contracted as his huge shaft continued riding her. By clasping and releasing her grip on his thrusting tool, she could feel a shiver of sexual electricity flashing up and down her spine. Her body was on fire to be fucked. She had to have him now.
"Ohhh, aaaahhhh, yes, yessssss, like that," she begged as she felt him deliberately driving his man meat first one direction and then the other.
Debbie groaned helplessly, lost in lust, unable to catch her breath as he savagely fucked her. She could feel her narrow pussy channel being stretched wider by Steve's driving cock stabs. He burrowed in deeply, throwing his ass in gear as he furiously fucked her. Her hands reached out to grip the firm round globes of Steve's asscheeks. She squeezed his sinewy buttocks, closing her eyes in sexual ecstasy as he rode into her with plunging, writhing cock stabs. Heatedly her body twitched beneath him. He could see his thick fleshy penis as he pulled up. Then he was driving back between her legs, her tender cuntlips stretched tightly now as the rubbery rim clasped firmly around his glistening, driving shaft. He watched it plunge in and out slowly as he changed the tempo of his cock stabs.
It aroused him seeing Debbie's body twitching beneath him. She wanted him to ride his prick in her all the way, to feel its throbbing hugeness plunging in without mercy, to feel his balls slapping lewdly against her tightly clenched, quivering asscheeks.
"Fuck me... fuck me, Steve," she panted, her voice trembling with passionate emotion. "Let me feel it!"
His skewering prick drove in and out of her with a slow hypnotic rhythm that ignited her pussy. Debbie began pumping back in perfect time to his driving cock stabs. He thrust the full throbbing length of his lusty male member into her, feeling the cunt clasp of her vaginal walls as she gripped his stabbing shaft. Then he slowly withdrew his deeply imbedded cock, pulling out gently and letting it rest on the wet and swollen lips of her pussy. Once more he wanted to see that burning glaze of sensual desire in her lustful eyes. He wanted to hear her beg for it. Debbie's face contorted in passion-driven desire as he let his cock rest there.
"Fuck me... fill me with your prick," she gasped.
He rammed forward now with all of his savage sexual drive. The full throbbing length of his cock rode deep into her helpless cunt. Over and over Steve thrust his man meat into her. With each wet, thudding stab he could feel her pumping back to meet him. Reaching underneath her now, Steve clasped the full cheeks of her ass. He cupped them hotly in the palms of his hands, squeezing them as he continued driving his cruel cock into her moist, clasping cunt.
Debbie's flushed face indicated the mixed pain and pleasure she was feeling at the same instant. She looked up at his muscular shoulders, firm, set jaw and erotic, blazing eyes, feeling helpless. He forced her legs over now so he could have deeper access to her cunt. She bent so far over that it was difficult to breathe. But Steve didn't care about that. His only concern was his own pleasure. At this angle he could obtain deeper penetration. She felt the huge cock pistoning in and out of her cunt Steve's firm, bloated balls slapped lewdly against her anus every time he drilled her. Debbie could feel a waft of cool air in her ass crack as he spread her legs to obtain still deeper penetration in her pussy.
Steve's chest pressed down on her, keeping her pinned in this uncomfortable position. His hands gripped her breasts, squeezing them crudely, pinching them, hurting them as he continued pistoning in and out of her tight cunt opening.
She enjoyed the erotic sound of his heavy testicles slapping against her tightly clenched buttocks. It was an unusual sensation, but that erotic moment of release was what she was waiting for.
Their entwined bodies struggled for release. They both wanted to experience that peak of passion, that lust-crazed moment when they could cum together. Her body pitched back to his meaty, throbbing cock stabs. She reached for his asscheeks, squeezing them with wild abandon as he rode his hot, pumping shaft into her moist, slurping cunt.
"Ohhh, ahhh, yes, yes," Debbie gasped over and over, "ram it to me, Steve. I want to feel it. Every fucking inch of it!"
Steve continued driving his cock steadily into her wetly sucking cunt. Parting his asscheeks, she fingered his tight anus. Feeling his prostate gland being massaged while he rammed it to her stimulated him all the more.
With hard, long lunges he went on thrusting his surging prick into her grasping cunt. Savagely he propelled his pulsating penis into her. Debbie's heated breasts heaved and quivered, her hard nipples pressing against his chest as he brushed back and forth.
All that meant anything at this erotic moment was the passionate urge to cum. He continued driving his thick, pulsating shaft in and out of her pussy, driving it all the way inside her. Debbie quivered under him now, stabbing her finger all the way up his hot, tight asshole as he felt his cock driving into her with unrelenting, fiery stabs. His hands urgently gripped her breasts impatiently, squeezing the nipples until they were blood red. Then he pulled off, driving his cock meat in her all the way. He exploded gushingly into her cunt.
"Ohhh, ahhh, fuck, fuck... " she cried out in wanton passion.
Debbie slipped her finger from his tight asshole. She locked her sweaty legs around his legs as she pumped back up to him.
"Ahhh, ohhh, Fm cummmmmming," Debbie groaned as she joined Steve in juicing.
Her hands gripped his bare buttocks, squeezing and pinching his asscheeks as he kept cumming. At that very moment they heard the key in the front door lock. Their parents were getting home from a late night out.
Stunned back into the reality of what was happening, young Debbie froze with fear. Steve's cock became flaccid. Withdrawing from her quickly he got off the bed.
"Go back to your room, Debbie," he whispered nervously.
Debbie came back to reality swiftly, slipping off the bed and picking up her nightie. Tiptoeing to the door she opened it silently and went down the hallway as quietly as possible and into her bedroom. She closed the door without making a sound and went over to her bed, hastily getting between the sheets. Her parents were talking loudly and complaining. It was apparent they had been drinking again.
CHAPTER THREE
Debbie had a troubled night. She couldn't help thinking about her brother Steve. Steve was experiencing the same traumatic emotions. He had enjoyed sex with his sister more than he ever had with the girls he was making it with at high school.
In the days that followed Steve avoided Debbie and she avoided him. Yet he got so hot for her he knew one night he had to have sex with her.
"Debbie," he whispered to her quietly, "why don't you and me go out to the guest house and have sex on that big waterbed out there? It'll be fun."
The thought of going to the guest house with him got her excited. She could think of nothing she would enjoy more than being anywhere alone with him. And sex on the waterbed would be a new thrill, she decided.
"We're gonna go for a walk," Steve told his mother a few moments later.
"All right, but be careful," his mother said as she continued watching a television program, her eyes never once leaving the screen.
Steve was glad he and his sister could be alone again. He had picked a night when his father was at the bowling league finals, and wouldn't be back until much later. As for his mother, she was so absorbed in a television melodrama she wouldn't even miss them. As they walked down to the secluded guest house in the rear yard, amid thick shrubs and bushes, a canopy of brilliant stars shone above them, a quiet, peaceful light illuminating the walkway which was strewn with the golden, reddish brown leaves which signaled approaching autumn. Debbie's thighs rubbed smoothly together and her bosoms bobbed in her light dress. When they reached the guest house entrance door, Debbie glanced guiltily over her shoulder to make certain that no one saw them.
"Do you really think we dare do it?" she asked hesitantly.
Steve smiled assuredly. Yet the customary tension was present as they walked into the guest house, closing the door.
"Don't be afraid," he told her reassuringly.
Til try not to be," she admitted, biting her lip nervously.
Lust welled up within her brother now in his anxiety to satisfy himself. He grasped Debbie, whirling her around and pressing her down onto the waterbed. Debbie was startled and gasped as she landed flat on her back. All of a sudden Steve was straddling her, pulling up her skirt quickly. His rough hands stroked the nylon-encased roundness of her hips, then moved up to play with her beautiful bosoms through her light dress. "No, no, we can't!" Debbie exclaimed. But Steve's hands were squeezing and rolling her large bosoms, feeling her nipples stiffen to spikes through the thin fabric that separated them from his grasp. His eyes were eager now and he clenched his teeth. He felt like a different human being as he felt his balls tingling and his cock getting hard.
"Please, Steve," Debbie pleaded as she struggled, "not now. Oh, please!"
Steve paid no attention as he grasped the zipper at the front of her dress and yanked it down, causing a round, white breast to come bobbing out. He clutched the resilient globe. A flash of heat radiated through Debbie and she was afraid that she might give in to him. She couldn't let that happen any time he felt the urge for sex. Utilizing the last of her fast-fading capacity to resist, she pushed against him.
"What are you trying to do?" Steve asked angrily as he looked down at her exposed bosoms.
"T... I just don't think we should do it tonight," she told him.
The guilt and fear that she felt now had created so much nervousness in her that she was ready to run frantically toward the house. Fearful that she might reveal to their parents what they were doing, Steve grabbed her.
"Now stop it," he ordered. "You loved it before and you're gonna love it again."
"But, Steve," she reminded him, "Dad will be home. He'll wonder where we are."
"Mom is busy watching television," he reminded her, "and if you won't waste any time we can fuck and get it off."
The shameful relationship was beginning to bother her. Yet she, too, felt a strange desire for him. Perhaps it was his roughness that appealed to her. She blushed to admit that she wanted his huge meaty cock. As Debbie saw him unzipping his fly and pulling out his thick, blood-engorged penis she felt the sudden urge to suck on him. Reaching up now she played with his awesome penis.
"Want to suck on it like you did before?" He smiled as his hand crept down to pull her head toward his throbbing, long cock.
As she reached up and rubbed her brother's huge, thick cock she found herself enjoying it.
"Go ahead and suck on it," he told her excitedly.
Debbie's lips went around his lusty shaft. How long it was, she thought to herself. To get it all in her mouth she was going to let him slide it down her throat. She wondered if she would be able to do it.
"Relax," Steve told his sister. "Go ahead." Her lips opened as she accepted his raging man meat. Her fingers began softly caressing his balls. It got him harder as she toyed with his testicles.
"Now lick it," he told her.
Her soft pink lips moved sensuously on his rod and her tongue ran tantalizingly under the tender glans portion of his penis.
"Ohhh," he exclaimed as he felt a shudder of sensual delight surge through his body now. "Come on," he told her, "have a good suck."
It was strange how his lewdness didn't bother her. She wanted to feel his throbbing long cock. He slid it in and out smoothly as her lips clasped his penis. At the same time he reached out to grip her bosoms. He squeezed them tightly and pinched the nipples.
"Ohhh, come on," he cried in heated passion. "Suck, suck."
He plunged his cock roughly down her throat and she accepted all of him.
"Ohhh, that's how I like it," he panted as he kept pumping it down her throat.
She could hardly stand it now. Debbie wanted Iris thick penis. She knew that it was disgusting and yet she desperately wanted it.
"Ohhh," he told her. "Suck, suck." When she was about to bring him off, he pulled away, shoving her head.
"I'm gonna fuck you now," he told her. He got down between her legs and suddenly plowed all of his man meat in her cunt.
"Ohhh." he groaned lustfully as he fucked her cunt. "Tuck me!" he begged her. "Fuck me!"
Steve surged forward atop her voluptuous body and with unerring aim drove his eight-inch blood-engorged prick all the way up her slippery sheath. "Ohhh," she groaned as he went on fucking her. Her hips undulated as his cock stabbed in her cunt. She reached out to grip his shoulders. Her fingernails clawed at his back as he quickened his strokes.
"Ohhh, ohhh, fuck, fuck," she panted, bucking fiercely upward to absorb the full length of his jabbing strokes.
Steve moved faster yet. His pumping action rocked Debbie rapidly. Her beautiful bosoms seemed to leap up and down as he flattened himself against her and rode her cunt with everything he had.
"I want it," he told her. "Keep fucking me."
Closing her eyes she focused on that fantastic, long hard prick riding in her. Burning pangs of heated passion raged uncontrollably in her belly. The velvety warmth of her tight cunt milked excitingly at the blood-filled length of his aching cock. His tremulous fingers reached beneath her and grabbed her asscheeks as he pumped furiously.
"I want you," she panted. "Fuck me, fuck me."
"Ohhh, ahhh," he cried out in passionate abandon. "Fuck! Fuck!"
Debbie had never felt so completely filled in her life and his heavy, rock-hard cock felt as though it had torn her vagina into a million tiny shreds as he rode into her. The fiery plunging rod felt as though it was coming out of her throat as the lustfully inflated mushroom head pressed hard back up against her cervix, the lengthy thick shaft filling her belly to the bursting point.
"Come on," he told her, "pump with your pussy."
There was no stopping now. His balls slapped heavily against her as his huge throbbing cock rode in with fiery plunges.
"I want it," she told him. "Fuck me."
Then young Steve suddenly began a slow rocking motion. He was trying to hang on the cliff of climax. It felt so good he didn't want it to stop.
"Ohhh," he gasped as he felt himself unable to hold back.
Nothing mattered now but the delicious waves of stormy feeling in her cunt as his thick, impaling shaft drove in and out of her vagina, ramming in all the way until the blood-engorged head began bouncing repeatedly off her cervix.
"I'm cumming," he gasped crudely as he frantically fucked her with his rock-hard cock.
She gripped him tightly, grabbing his ass globes and squeezing them as she came, too.
"Ohhh," Debbie gasped, her body glistening with a misty sheen of excitement as he finished screwing her.
Slowly Steve pulled his throbbing cock from her.
"Aren't you even gonna kiss me?" she asked, her eyes looking up at him eagerly.
Steve saw no reason to kiss her. However, if she wanted it he decided he could. Bending over he managed to give her a kiss on the cheek. But she pulled him back and pressed her sensuous lips on his. His arms encircled her and he felt himself getting hot again.
"Stop doing this," he complained. "We'd better get back in the house."
When they had finished dressing, they went back into the house. Their mother was still absorbed in the television drama and didn't even bother to say anything to either of them.
As they went up to their rooms that night they both were troubled. But especially young Debbie. Her conscience was bothering her. She knew very well that sometime they would get caught, and it was this fear which hung over her like a dark cloud and tormented her. Debbie wanted so much to be able to tell someone. But it wouldn't be easy.
The next morning when she got up for breakfast her mother asked her to fix breakfast for Steve as she had to leave. Steve seemed pleased that they were alone.
"Debbie," he told her, "I've been thinking."
Debbie went over to him and declared, "So have I. We've got to quit this."
Steve reached forward and gripped her hand.
"No way," he told her possessively. "I don't want you fucking around with just anybody. Do you understand?"
She shook her head angrily. "Don't try to tell me anything," she quipped.
Steve got the point, but he didn't like it. "I don't want you getting wild," he warned her. "I mean, if some guy at school wants you to go down on him you'd better not. You're my woman."
Debbie turned on him. "I'm your sister!" she said angrily.
"Yeah," Steve agreed, "and that's what makes it doubly nice. You're my sister and you're my woman both."
He had a glint in his eyes that tortured her. Now she recognized that Steve actually felt about her as if she was a girlfriend and a lover as well as his sister. And it was this thought that troubled her. How could she bring him back to reality? The torment she felt over the shame and guilt that surfaced within her reflected in her eyes. Steve picked it up. His breath came in short, shallow gasps as he tried to tell her he was sorry.
"I... I really didn't mean to fall for you," he told her.
Debbie's face reddened. She tried not to look at him at all now.
"I know we didn't mean anything," she said softly. "It just happened."
As she went to school that morning she couldn't kelp thinking of a boy in class who had asked her for a date. Jeff had told her that he wanted to take her to a dance at a disco the following Saturday night. However, she had to be concerned over her brother's getting jealous. Jeff was a quarterback on the high school football team and quite a handsome young man. He was blond, blue-eyed and so strong.
"Hey, Debbie," he called out to her as she walked home from school that night, "how about Saturday?"
I'm thinking it over," Debbie told him.
Jeff wouldn't take no for an answer. He followed her and insisted, "You can go with me. You're not going steady with anybody else."
It was what Debbie had been waiting for. The days of loneliness would be over now. Yet she was worried about her brother.
"I like you, Jeff," she assured him. "I really do. You know that. But... I just don't know about Saturday night."
Jeff laughed and told her that he insisted.
"All right," she finally relented.
When she got home after school she was surprised at Steve's attitude. He had been watching her walking with Jeff and he was furious.
"What were you whispering to him about after school?" he demanded.
CHAPTER FOUR
Steve was angry now and he didn't hesitate to tell her, "You'll do as I tell you, Debbie. Remember that."
She walked away from him.
"I'm gonna suck you off now," he told her, "and I want you to lick my nice big dick."
The nerve of him, telling her what he wanted, she thought. It was only afternoon and she thought it was outrageous that he would think of sex at this moment.
"You're oversexed," she told her brother. "Now go away."
At this point he was furious. Tm gonna have sex with you," he insisted. T want to sixty-nine with you."
It was obvious that he meant business.
"I don't even know what you're talking about," she told him.
At this point he was over in front of her.
"Listen to me," he told her. "I really would enjoy teaching you all about sex. There are a lot of things I have done that you don't even know about."
Debbie became fascinated at the idea of learning something different. She thought perhaps she could keep Jeff as her boyfriend if she knew how to supply him with offbeat sexual acts.
"Just promise me one thing," Steve demanded eagerly.
Debbie was afraid of what he had in mind. "Promise you what?" she asked. "Promise me that you won't see Jeff this weekend."
It was obvious to her that she had to get something straight with Steve.
"Steve," she declared, "if you twist my arm anymore I'm gonna tell Mom and Dad about us."
That threat brought Steve bouncing back to earth with a dull thud. His fearful face told her that she had made her point most effectively.
"All right," he replied sheepishly, "well do it your way."
It was apparent to him that she was serious and the only way that he could have her now was on her terms. But something was much better than nothing. Maybe he could compete with Jeff and prove to her that he was superior.
"Let's go up to my room now," he said edgily.
He was looking at her curvaceous bottom Debbie was suddenly becoming tense. "Yes, Steve," she agreed.
She followed him up the stairs but was still fearful as she went into his bedroom with him. Once they were in his room alone he wrapped his arms around her and kissed her passionately. Soon his tongue was pumping in her mouth so ardently that her legs turned weak. She could feel his thick throbbing penis pressing against her. She pushed back, gasping for breath.
"Steve," she told him, "you're really horny today."
Looking into her eyes dreamily he exclaimed, "Oh, baby, you're a real sight for sore eyes. You look better to me every time I touch you." Steve hugged and kissed her again. "We can't be sneaking into the bedroom," she said nervously. "We'll always be afraid."
"I don't give a damn about them!" Steve exclaimed. "I love you and I want you now."
Steve was all over her before she could do a thing to stop him. She felt her pretty dress being unfastened and its top being pulled down as she writhed. Steve unhooked her brassiere. Shame filled her as he yanked the flimsy harness away, exposing her full, bobbing breasts.
I've been dreaming about those tits all day," Steve exclaimed as he grasped them. "I couldn't keep my mind on my school work. I was just thinking of having you naked in bed with me."
She knew that he was going to have his way despite anything she might do. Her anxious squirming in his arms caused her soft, warm breasts to wiggle in his hands. A growl rose from his throat as he drove his head against her billowing chest, slobbering and sucking at her distended nipples. Debbie threw her head back, moaning as his sucking lips stretched a rosy nipple forward, hurting her. He let go of the rubbery stem and it snapped back.
"Oh, please, please," she begged him, "you are getting carried away. You're too horny."
Paying no attention, Steve rubbed his hands up and down her thighs.
"You're nice here," he told her. And now Debbie felt the same sense of humiliation she had experienced the first time he had sex with her. She knew she might as well get it over with. It would be far worse if her parents ever caught them.
She undressed and he did, too. She watched as he pulled his bulging cotton shorts down. Debbie could see his huge, throbbing penis.
"I'm really hungry for you," he told her.
When she finally stood before him stark naked, he stroked her legs up and down. And then his fingers toyed at her vaginal lips. Transferring to her bosoms he squeezed them and wiggled the large mounds of resilient flesh. He bent to lick and suck at her nipples.
"We might as well get on the bed," she told him.
When they got on the bed he wanted to go down on her. He kissed her belly and his hands at her hips began to squeeze her asscheeks. She clutched his head harder and began to push him down. It was strange now how much she wanted him. Soon he brought his mouth to her cunt. The soft meaty gash of her cunt with wispy pubic hairs curling around each side of it appealed to him. "Yes, yes," Debbie breathed eagerly. Steve wasted no time now. His hot mouth urgently began licking at her cunt. He let out a lustful groan as his mouth smacked her swollen pussy, muffling the sound moistly. Debbie writhed, continuing to clutch the back of her brother's head as he breathed in great gusts of her delectable aroma, a teasing blend of perfumed bath soap and her own pussy. His head twisted in her hands, his mouth working eagerly at her soft, damp flesh, wiggling it, opening her sizzling cleft ever wider. His tongue poked aggressively at her heated slit. As she felt his tongue licking up and down she cried out in passionate abandon.
"Lick it. Get your tongue in me," Debbie gasped. "Yes, ohhh, you're beautiful. I love that."
Steve was plunging deep into her pussy with his tongue, fucking her with it, sloshing his saliva up and down her slit. Her clitoris tingled to his every touch. The encircling muscles of her cunt mouth grasped at his slippery tongue. He kept his hands en her firm round asscheeks as she ground her pelvis in his face. She kept bucking back at him. It was obvious how much she wanted it. "Fuck me, fuck me," Debbie begged. His tongue plunged into her vagina like a penis. When he pulled his tongue out of Debbie's clutching, slippery hole he swabbed up and down heatedly along the length of her soft split, stroking her firm throbbing clithead with its wiggly velvety hood, her splayed lips which oozed juice to provide his tongue with tantalizing tastes of her. Then he licked even farther. He was attracted by the curvaceous swells of her buttocks as he spread her thighs wider apart, forcing her to expose her entire body to his gaze. Panting now, she felt him licking her there. The tickling sensation of his tongue lashing at the sensitive inner slopes of her satiny buttocks had her excited completely now.
Tm gonna swing around," he told her as he quit licking her asscheeks, "so you can suck on my prick and lick my butt, too."
At this point she was eager to express what she felt for him. He had provided her with such erotic thrills she could hardly wait to lick and suck on his sexual organs.
When he had swung his body around so his crotch was even with her face, he returned his attention to her cunt, lapping up and down along her hairy outer lips and between them. At the same time she went to work letting her tongue stroke up and down around his asscheeks, tickling at his sensitive anus. Her hand gripped his thick, throbbing cock and she pulled up and down rhythmically. The two of them were really enjoying themselves now. They had given way to their lusts. "Suck on my asshole," he told her. Immediately her tongue pumped up his tight rectum. Her hand continued pulling on his throbbing cock as she felt him nosing in her anus. After they had done this a couple of times he pulled away and told her, "Now go down on my cock."
At this point she enjoyed looking at him. As his tongue slid along her pussy she went to work licking up and down the length of his thick, huge penis. She wanted to grasp that big meaty cock with her mouth and swallow it. As she licked and tickled at the sensitive glans portion of his penis she finally opened her mouth and let him drive in. It felt wonderful to have him fucking with long, lusty thrusts. She gripped his round, firm asscheeks and kept on sucking. His sperm-laden balls hung heavily shrouded in long, curly pubic hairs. They ached with a tremendous load of cum. Momentarily stopping his cunt eating, he told her, "Give me a good cock-suck."
Quickly Debbie brought her mouth down hungrily over his mammoth cock. Her fingertips massaged his balls while her other hand grasped his thick meatiness and her mouth moved up and down his penis. She was anxious to have him erupt his load in her mouth. Delighted at how she had improved since he had trained her, he looked at her with lust.
"That's how, Debbie. Oh, you know how. Up ad down. Get the cock-sucking rhythm. Now you're sucking cock. Suck, suck off!"
Steve's hot sperm was ready to shoot into her mouth now, his hips lifting as her hands gripped his firm asscheeks while her mouth quickened its tempo. She was crazy about her brother's hard, throbbing penis. Debbie couldn't hide it from herself a moment longer. She wanted Steve's cock, every fucking inch of it. Eagerly she awaited his gushing, creamy cum as it would come hurling down her throat. She was anxious to suck and lick him there between his muscled legs until he emptied his lust-bloated balls right in her belly. Steve felt the volcanolike eruption of his long, aching cock begin deep in the passion-distended orbs of his balls. It churned and seethed there like boiling cream until just the right moment. His hands gripped her asscheeks now as he went back to licking at her crotch. But he couldn't concentrate on eating her pussy when he was so aroused and stimulated.
He pulled away and watched. His head went back and forth as an involuntary cry of naked release gasped from his lips. His hands tightened as he reached out to clutch the sheets and he fucked her face furiously.
"Suck me, suck me," he panted as he pumped his long, hard penis down her throat.
He slowed his face-fucking thrusts to an exquisitely sensuous rhythm of deep, throat-skewering movements that milked out the onrushing flood of his youthfully potent eruption. She felt his cock throbbing between her lips and his stomach tightened as her tongue sensed the rushing gush of sperm racing along the length of his prick even before it began to spurt--and then with a gasping moan the young girl started to empty her brother's balls down her quaking throat. A long dreadful moment passed. Her mind seemed to twist and careen in dizzy incomprehension until the shameful awareness of her arousal burst into her thoughts like the blast of a gun. She had to have his cum. She wanted to taste his young, virile ejaculation as it shot down her throat. Hungrily Debbie gulped, swallowing his thick flood of cum in great mouthfuls, her arm tightening around his naked hip and her tongue swirling hotly around the quivering shaft of his prick as it flailed like a runaway fire hose, emptying its potent load right down her gulping throat in rivulets that drained from her cheeks, trickling obscenely from the corners of her lips. Debbie gulped, swallowing again and again, wheezing for air through her distended nostrils.
Steve seemed to keep shooting for an eternity--gushing streams of white, hot, young sperm that quenched for the briefest moment the hot flames of passion that his young virile cock had stirred in her shameless loins. When he was finished he slid his cock wetly from her lips, down over her chin, staining the skin of her neck and chest with drops of jizz.
CHAPTER FIVE
Steve's eyes focused on his sister's cunt now. Easing two fingers into her vagina, he kept sliding them teasingly back and forth, getting them wetter. Pulling his fingers from her pouting pussy lips he promptly proceeded to slip one slick finger up her asshole while he brought his face down over her quivering pussy.
Debbie was burning up with lusty desire as he proved what an uninhibited lover he was. This was the kind of erotic sex she had always wanted. A stud who was capable of amorous carnal appetites, and who dared do anything to satisfy her passionate feelings.
After Steve had his finger gliding up her asshole and his mouth pressed tightly over her cunt, he changed positions. Sliding his finger from her crotch, he reached up to play with her fleshy breasts, letting his finger tips pinch the distended nipples. Suddenly he knew just how badly she needed it. Debbie opened her legs for him as he pumped his tongue frantically into her musky pussy. Steve loved having his sister's hot, young thighs pressing against his cheeks as her hips rolled uncontrollably back and forth.
"Suck my cunt!" she cried as she felt his fiery tongue flipping back and forth across her in a frenzied pitch of passionate pleasure.
As she came close to climaxing she pulled his hands down from her bosoms to her buttocks. Grasping her smooth, round asscheeks he slid underneath her and brought her hot pussy tighter to face. Steve's tongue was pumping into her now at a savage tempo as he lewdly sucked on her. Reaching down Debbie held him there. Her thighs closed in on him as she felt the electrical sexual thrills of his tongue pumping deliberately, driving her almost out of her mind. Her raging pussy was beginning to juice. Steve kept bearing down on her moist cunt until she came. As she gushed in his mouth he nibbled on her clitoris. Her hands held his head tightly down there as she thrilled to his sliding tongue stabs while he ate her up. Finally Steve pulled his tongue from her hair-fringed vagina and lipped his hands from underneath her bare bottom.
Resting his head between her smooth legs he kept kissing her.
"Stop it, stop it," she whispered. "We can't keep doing this. You're getting another hard-on."
Steve knew it was true and he was glad. He'd become so stimulated by her hot, delicious pussy juices that he wanted to have more sex with her. Reaching down to his stiff penis he pulled it gently back and forth. The greedy, blood-engorged length of his cock told her how stimulated he had become. She wanted to have all that cock meat stabbing inside of her.
"Why don't you play with me?" he suggested.
He got up and stretched out beside her. The wantonly exquisite pressure of her fingers around his rigid prick made him realize just how much he wanted to have her. Once she jacked him to the point where his penis tip was starting to drip oozing cum drops, she knew it was time to stop. She lay beside him, facing him and parting her thighs, fell his cock shoot up between her warm, inviting legs Eagerly he thrust his big prick into her moist pussy hole. Her arms swept around him and she gripped him desperately. She breathed in short, shallow gasps, and her nails marked his strong back. Her thighs opened shamelessly wide, and then she closed them eagerly around his hips as he rolled effortlessly onto her naked body.
"Ohhh, baby," she whispered, "you're so big and hard! Shove it in my cunt!" she gasped, hissing with frenzied passions that burned hotly in her belly and threatened to consume her with their raging ferocity unless she had his cock inside her. Unless she could feel him driving it in her with hard pounding force over and over, with vigorous, thrilling thrusts
Debbie's hands grasped his taut, firm shoulders sliding down to cup the sensitive globes of his pumping asscheeks in her hands as he drove into her with a fiery rhythm.
"Fuck me! Fuck me!" Debbie cried out passionately as the lewd, wanton desires of her own lust surged over her.
"Finger my asshole," Steve suggested with a sly smile as he continued thrusting his rigid penis into her grasping cunthole.
Reaching back to grasp his sinewy asscheeks she parted his behind and eased her finger up his tight anus. Now Steve's cock probed deeply between her thighs, the bulbous, pulsing head pressing incitingly against the puckered moist lips of her pussy. She squirmed under his muscled weight like the anxious schoolgirl she was. Her back was arching in surprising strength. Wantonly Debbie threw her lithe, long legs around her brother, Steve.
"Hurry up," she whispered. "I... I can't stand it I need your big cock so bad!"
She mewled in a hoarse whisper, kissing him again and again, leaving passionate welts of naked arousal across his back as her fingernails roughly clawed him in her rising, furious desire.
Withdrawing her finger from his asshole, she scored the firm, sinewy cheeks of his buttocks, Now he was rubbing his hairy chest back and forth across her great silky bosoms with the erect red nipples. Steve kept pumping the meaty head of his prick luridly between the soft splayed lips of her twat. Groaning impetuously now, Debbie couldn't stand it any longer. Her silky legs opened until
Steve wondered if she was double-jointed, her ankles locked now around his hips as her feet pounded against his naked body.
"Ohhh, come on, fuck me, fuck me before I die!" she gasped, her voice becoming rich and crackling with fervent arousal. Her lips trembled as she spoke and her eyelids fluttered as if she were losing consciousness. She was about to cum.
Steve kept pumping his burning penis into her, fucking her silly. She could hardly stand it now as he began riding her to climax. Her pussy muscles gripped his thick cock as she emitted a squeal of lusty satisfaction. He kept pumping it between the pliant moist folds of her ravenous pussy, becoming turned on all the more as he felt his wet cock gliding back and forth across her fleecy light brown softness of gripping flesh.
"Ahhh, ifs shooting! You're cumming," she groaned in a frenzy, squeezing his asscheeks ever so tightly. "I... I'm cumming, toooooo!"
Steve shot his load again as her pussy muscles seized his stabbing, throbbing cock and squeezed the juices out of him. Slowly he continued sliding his cum-slick cock in her cunthole. When he finally did pull it out of her she resented it, for she wanted him to leave it in her forever.
"I... I can't get enough of you," Debbie panted as she clung to her brother tightly, crushing her soft bosoms against his hard chest.
However, Steve recognized that their lovemaking had to come to an end.
"You'd better get out of here," he warned her
"Mom and Dad would disown us both if they ever caught us doing this."
Once more Debbie felt the urgent need to have her brother's lips pressing on hers. But it was apparent he could care less now. He had obtained his erotic satisfaction and that was all he cared about Nevertheless, she made a passionate appeal to him to kiss her.
"Aren't you gonna kiss me, Steve?" she asked, her voice trembling with emotional desire.
Steve looked at her begrudgingly.
"All right, a little peck on the cheek wouldn't hurt," he told her.
Debbie resented this coldness.
"If you can fuck me," she fumed, "I guess you can kiss me. I want to feel your tongue sliding in my mouth."
Heaving a sigh of disgust, Steve bent over his sister. Now that he had gotten his rocks off he could care less about kissing her. He played with her bosoms as he pressed his lips sensuously on hers, sliding his tongue inside of her mouth. It did feel good to have his sister sucking on his tongue as he pumped in a regular rhythm.
"Oh, you're so wonderful," she whispered. "I love you, Steve."
When Steve heard her talking like this and realized how excited she was from the lust-glazed expression of her face, he knew he had to put an end their lovemaking.
"You're going bananas over me," he warned her.
"This better be the last time. If I ask you to go to bed with me again, tell me no."
Debbie felt another way about their sexual escapade. She reasoned she had given him an enormous amount of erotic pleasure, and for this she was being rewarded with disdain and a tinge of disgust.
"All right," she told him, "you make it sound so urgent. Maybe we shouldn't do anything again."
She was tight-lipped and tense as she got off the bed and started to dress. Sensing that she was hurt, her brother tried to soften the blow.
"I'm... I'm the one at fault," he told her. "I'm older than you are."
"Just one year older," she reminded him, "and I should think that you would thank me after I've given you such a good time."
"Thank you," he told her softly.
Debbie decided not to reply.
"What's wrong?" her brother asked as he slid into his shorts and hastily got his pants on.
"Nothing," she replied as she turned around and walked out of Steve's bedroom and down the hall to her room.
Debbie wanted to make sure that her parents never became suspicious of her. She went downstairs into the living room and looked outside. The trees were shedding their leaves. The wind was sweeping around the house and the colorful crimson and gold leaves that were falling created a pattern of rare beauty. But there was nothing beautiful now that she could appreciate. The blue sky and the fleecy white clouds held little meaning, for she was lost in her own tormented feelings.
She decided to go into the den and do her school work. At least if she did some homework it would get her mind off what had just taken place. It was strange how she had managed to listen to her father all of these years. Whenever a boy would ask her to go to bed with him she would say no. Time and again she had threatened to leap out of a car when a boy had grabbed her hand and tried to force himself on her. But now she was caught in her own trap of lust and this tormented her. She knew very well she'd taken a big chance by ever trying anything once with her brother. For now that she had become accustomed to having sexual relations with him she enjoyed it so much she wanted to do it again and again.
Debbie began reading a book for her English class. It was about a girl who lived in England. It seemed wonderful to read about someone enjoying life in a happy, harmonious setting. This was in sharp contrast to the tormented feelings that were spinning through her mind at this moment. She could just picture herself on an English country estate. Life would be different there. She was certain there would be so many things to do to divert and interest her mind that she wouldn't get involved in anything so trite as a cheap sexual relationship. Yet as she read on in the story, she recognized the boredom of having everything her heart could desire. For the girl in the story was tired of the monotonous drone of posh living. It was true she had everything money could buy, but she was searching for love. And she was finding it with someone in a most unexpected way. Her father's business associate was making suggestive overtures toward her. Before Debbie read further she was certain she knew the outcome of the story. No doubt a clash would develop between her father and the associate over her affections. Putting the book down, Debbie thought a long moment. If there was someone who could understand the mental turmoil that she was going through, it would make it all so much easier to bear. Yet she didn't know how to go about finding someone to help her. It was essential that she seek out assistance.
Trying her best to relax, Debbie went into the kitchen and got a Coke. A few moments later her brother came down from his bedroom and took a beer.
"You know Mom doesn't want you to drink that," Debbie reminded Steve.
"Don't bug me," he said as he pulled the cap off the beer can noisily and went into the den, turned on the television and began watching a football game.
That evening Debbie's mother chided her.
"Why didn't you at least have the table set?" she complained. "Can't you do anything to help me? Your father isn't much help. He usually has to work late at the office and then he's grumpy when he does get home."
Debbie was tired of people picking on her.
"So I forgot to set the table once in my life," she snapped.
Her mother detected that something was tormenting her. Going over to her young daughter she placed a hand comfortingly on her shoulder.
"What's wrong, honey?" she asked. "You can tell your mother."
Debbie knew she could never tell her mother what was bothering her, for her mother would surely hate her. She imagined for a moment that she had told her the truth and her mother was so angry she was slapping her face. Debbie shivered as she thought of it.
"What's wrong?" her mother insisted on knowing, seeing her momentarily shiver.
"Oh, nothing," Debbie shook her head as she turned away and walked back into the kitchen to get the plates to set the table with.
When Debbie's father came home that evening he, too, observed his daughter's troubled expression. Steve knew how to mask his emotions and looked indifferently toward her when his father called attention to the fact that she looked disturbed.
"Now, Debbie," her mother shook her head grimly, "I knew I was right. Your father can tell something is bothering you, too. What is it?" Debbie hesitated and then started to speak up. No longer could Steve hold his mask on without cracking for a second.
"She's all right," he told his parents. "She just got uptight 'cause I was drinking a beer and I bawled her out."
Instantly Debbie could see just how upset Steve actually was behind the calmness he managed to keep on the surface.
"I don't want you drinking my beer," his father said evenly.
"You promised me you wouldn't, Steve," his mother reminded him.
"Just one never hurt anybody." He smiled, trying to make light of it.
That evening as Debbie did the dishes, her mother once again tried to find out what her secret was.
"It's nothing," Debbie continued insisting as she walked away from her to clean up the dishes.
When she went to bed that night Debbie didn't sleep well. She would wake up and then reach over to turn on the nightstand lamp. For a while she read and tried to get to sleep, but she was genuinely bothered. She was troubled by her own feelings. Her brother had told her that that was to be their last sexual interlude. Even though there was a certain sense of relief she felt about not doing anything sexually with him anymore, she also felt sad and lonely. It was terrible wanting him so much. If only he could understand how much he meant to her. Perhaps she could forget Steve if she became absorbed with Jeff. And then an idea struck her like a bolt out of the blue. Why not play one against the other? She had read confession magazines that her mother had lying around the place, and that was exactly what the femme fatale always did. She would find a man she didn't give a damn about. And then she would play him off against the man she really cared for. It was the perfect way to get him back. She would pretend she didn't care anymore. If Steve could keep his cool, so could she. At least it gave her a tug of satisfaction to realize that he had to put on a very good act to cover the fact he cared about her. If he didn't care about her personally he sure cared about getting his kicks. After all, Steve enjoyed kinky sex. He liked to try everything and she was willing to do anything he asked her to. He wouldn't find many girls who -would be so cooperative.
Debbie's mind went back to the erotic moments they had spent together that afternoon as they wretched out naked beside each other on Steve's bed. She could feel his throbbing cock as he pressed it to her lips. Vividly she could feel the insistent tongue stabs in her moist vagina as he ate her pussy. It was wonderful doing a sixty-nine together. How many girls would he find who would be willing to give him that wild kind of sex? Her own untamed fiery sexual instincts and desires were matched by his. And why shouldn't they be? After all, they were brother and sister. Even though it might be called incest and was all wrong, it seemed all right to Debbie.
Letting her fingers wander down to her moistened mound she reflected on their erotic moments, fingers enticingly against the hair triggered her excited womanhood.
CHAPTER SIX
The full impact of what she was doing didn't hit Debbie until she was listening to Harry Crowel, the teacher of the sex education course. Mr. Crowel was explaining to the students the various sexual hang-ups they could develop. Seeming almost to look at her, he continued the lecture and hit upon incest.
"There are instances," Mr. Crowel continued, where some young boys and girls in the same family find themselves caught in a pit of sex. For example, when a brother sees a sister stepping naked from a shower he might experience a hard-on. This does not mean for one moment that he is perverted or abnormal. Rather it is a natural instinctual response. However, should he persist in this pattern he could develop what was a seemingly innocent situation into one of great torment. For if he would touch his sister's fresh young bosoms and feel her vagina he might discover that it is entirely possible to have sex with his sister. This is technically called incest. There is a case in our study book that I want you to read. It is the story of a young boy who had sex with his sister. He found this experience so stimulating, so exciting and erotic that he never again wanted to have sex with anybody else. His passion for his sister developed into an obsession, and this twisted, warped sexual obsession destroyed him and his parents. For the young boy became so frustrated when his father caught him in the act of sexual intercourse with his own sister that he killed his whole family. He ran naked from his sister's body to the kitchen and grabbed a knife. He wielded the knife in an orgy of wanton destruction and murder. Not only did he succeed in killing his mother, his father and his sister, but he managed to kill himself as well. He phoned the police and told them what he was going to do just before he plunged the butcher knife into his own body. It is this type of action that society cannot tolerate."
Puzzled and curious about what her teacher meant, Debbie raised her hand.
"Mr. Crowel," she asked nervously, "what is it you're saying?"
Mr. Crowel was a bit taken back by her question.
"I don't understand what you are asking me," he told the young student.
"Are you saying society cannot tolerate murder or incest?" she finally asked.
"I thought I made it perfectly clear," he explained. "Incest leads to murder. Don't you understand? You are dealing with vital, instinctual behavioral patterns. The father was eager for his son to have a normal development. He assumed that his son would bear him children and continue his line. However, should he have sex with his sister and a child be born of this unholy getting together, problems of every kind would develop. First of all, there is a great possibility something would be mentally or physically deficient in this child. And then, of course, there is the possibility that society would discover what had happened and he wouldn't be able to keep it quiet. So he would probably have to choose between an abortion or permitting her to go through with the entire ordeal of bearing a child by her brother. This poor child would be ostracized and no doubt physically and mentally handicapped." Another student raised a hand. "Yes, Roger." Mr. Crowel nodded. "Why is that?" Roger asked curiously. "It is because man was never intended to have sex with his own kin," the teacher explained. Just then the bell rang. But it wasn't soon enough for Debbie. Feelings of guilt were splashing through her, and she couldn't seem to wash them away. She thought the best thing for her to do was talk to the school counselor, Virginia Dowling. Miss Dowling was an unmarried woman herself, However, she had some very drastic ideas concerning the sexual activities of young people, and whenever a girl came to her with a problem she discussed it bluntly.
"What is it, Debbie?" she asked her.
"I have a real serious problem," Debbie told her.
Immediately Virginia Dowling's eyes fell to the young girl's stomach.
"I guess you're not very far along, honey," she told her.
"Oh, it isn't that," Debbie said vaguely.
Virginia Dowling was getting disgusted. She glanced at her busy schedule and then looked up at the young girl again.
"I hate to hurry you," she told her, "but I do have an appointment in about twenty minutes. So you should get it off your chest as quickly as possible. I'd appreciate that."
Debbie did not know how to disclose the details of the trauma that was torturing her. Nevertheless, she did her best to explain.
"It's... just that I have a sexual obsession," she explained.
Virginia Dowling opened her eyes wider and looked curiously at Debbie.
"What kind of an obsession?" she demanded.
"I... I yearn for someone," she revealed quietly.
That brought a smile to Miss Dowling's face.
"Don't we all, dear," she told her. "Now pleas tell me what you came here for."
Debbie did not like the way she was being pressured to reveal the hidden facts of her hidden sexual life. However, she recognized she would have to spill it all out and did so.
"All right, I'll tell you," she said hesitatingly. "I have a passion for sex. It's this young man who loves me so much he can't leave me alone. And I adore him."
Arching an eyebrow Miss Dowling shook her head.
"Apparently you've been carrying on sexually with this young man."
"Yes, but there's no need to fear pregnancy," she told her.
"If that's the case," Virginia Dowling scowled, "it sounds even worse. Apparently you have been engaging in oral or anal sex. Those are the only two ways that you can be sure of not having a pregnancy."
"Of course, the boy could always wear a rubber," Debbie giggled.
Now Virginia Dowling was furious. She felt the young girl was almost making fun of her ludicrous sexual adventures.
"I fail to find any humor in what you are saying," she snapped indignantly, "and if you don't mind I will have to take some time to prepare for my next appointment."
At that point Debbie felt she had to unburden everything. Tears of shame and guilt surfaced in her eyes as she broke down and revealed a portion of what was bothering her.
"I'm just as nuts about this guy as he is about me." she said, her voice tremoring with emotion. "I want to go to bed with him. I want to practice every kind of sex with him. Now I don't know what to do!"
When it was evident to Virginia Dowling that the young girl before her was acting as though she could climb the walls over sex, she realized the urgency of the matter.
"I would suggest you seek the help of a psychiatrist or a sexologist," she told her. "Frankly, I fear you have a real mania. I certainly hope you aren't a nymphomaniac."
"What on earth is that?" Debbie asked nervously.
"I don't have time to go into details," Virginia Dowling shrugged, "but I can tell you this. Nymphomania is a disease of the mind. It is when a woman has become so warped in her sexual cravings that she must carry on with anyone she can."
Debbie felt as though she had not reached that point, and she didn't hesitate to tell Miss Dowling so either.
"I'm not that bad off," she said, getting up. "Now if you need any further help or guidance, I would suggest you go to a doctor. They handle matters that I can't."
Debbie thanked Virginia Dowling and left her office. She was thinking it might be a good idea to go to a doctor and see what he could do to help her. She had obtained such a small amount of satisfaction that she knew her problem could never be solved until she went to an expert who could help her.
When she got home that afternoon she mentioned to her mother that she wanted to go see a doctor.
"Of course," her mother agreed, "but what about? You don't look sick."
"I just want a physical examination," she told her mother quietly.
Her mother shook her head but didn't disagree. And so an appointment was arranged for her to see Doctor Charles Miller.
When she went into Doctor Miller's spotless office a couple of days later she was nervous at first. But the secretary made it easy.
"Just step into the examination room," she told Debbie, "and please put on the white robe for the doctor."
At first it made Debbie nervous to think of un-dressing before a doctor. For she knew that once she slipped into the white examination gown she would looked at from every conceivable angle. Nevertheless, she wanted to remain as calm as possible, perhaps he could discover something different about her vagina that caused her to be a nymphomaniac. That was what she was certain she had become.
Once she had undressed and put on the robe, she stepped back from the examination table and started to open the white gown from the bottom up. It was such a cold, sterile medical room. And then the young doctor came in to examine her.
"Good afternoon, Miss Johnson," Doctor Miller
"Good afternoon, Doctor," she said, her voice choked with emotion.
"What seems to be the problem, young lady?" the doctor asked with concern.
"I... I don't really know" she said, her eyes looking away evasively.
"Now, young lady" he told her, "perhaps it would help you relax a little more if I slipped into my examination robe. Sometimes I find it helps people if the doctor proves that he isn't afraid to do the same thing."
Debbie's eyes brightened as she spoke with him. It did seem to make sense. If he expected her to expose her body to him, why shouldn't he expose his body to her? It made such good sense.
The young doctor stepped into an adjoining room and after a few moments of undressing, slipped into a white gown and came back to the room with her. Now they both stood before each other with their examination robes on.
"It didn't take you long," she told him.
The young doctor assured her that it hadn't And then he proceeded to look at her.
"Now I'll just sit here," Doctor Miller explained "and you can come over and let me check everything."
The first thing he did was undo the front of her examination gown. As he peered up at her huge bosoms he felt his cock get a hard-on immediately. "You're a well-developed young lady," he smiled "I feel like I'm going on twenty-one." Debbie laughed.
The doctor wasn't laughing now as he let his hands slide down to her crotch. He parted her pouting pussy lips and looked lustfully at her moist pink flesh.
"Maybe we could do this better on the examination table," the doctor said, his fingers trembling as he let the white examination gown cover her nakedness.
He walked over to the examination table and stretched out. And then she saw his huge throbbing penis. His examination gown had fallen aside to reveal his prick. It was in a stiff state of erection now and with each moment his young pecker throbbed more visibly.
"Now why don't you just lie here beside me?" he suggested.
She lay beside him now. And he looked at her bosoms. His eyes swept down the length of her lovely legs. But the thing that impressed him most was her hair-fringed fissure. He licked his lips as he gazed at her there and all of a sudden his hand moved toward his penis as he looked at the subtle curve of her belly. "You look so pure," he told her. At this point Debbie reached down and parted her pussy lips.
"Maybe you'd like to lick me down here," she suggested.
The young doctor's eyes swept down to her vagina. He licked his lips hungrily and told her that it would be a pleasure.
CHAPTER SEVEN
"You're so pure and clean." Doctor Charles Miller smiled down at Debbie.
At this point Debbie showed him the velvety expanse of her flesh.
"I think you liked licking even before you met me." She grinned.
"Yes," the young doctor muttered huskily. He was staring hard now at her crotch. The taste of her, the texture of her cunt really had him aroused.
"Go ahead, honey," she told him, "I've got the same thing down here that other women have."
At this point the young doctor got down between her legs. He let his tongue slide along her slit. He enjoyed the slickness and the warmth between her legs.
"Ask me to do it," he begged her.
"Do me, baby," Debbie urged the young doctor.
At this point he gripped her smooth young asscheeks and pulled her crotch to his mouth. It didn't take him long to slide his tongue along her vagina.
"Ohhh, that feels so good," she panted. "I want you to make me cum."
He didn't say another word. Debbie was tilting her pussy up to him in an open invitation. And then he got right in there and started licking up and down with his tongue. It got wetter. Debbie began trembling and he could tell how aroused she had become.
"Throw your legs over my shoulders." The young doctor smiled.
Debbie threw her young legs over his shoulders. She pressed her thighs against his face. "Suck me," she demanded urgently. He enjoyed clasping her nicely curved buttocks as his tongue pumped in her twat with urgency. He could feel his huge hard-on getting more stimulated than ever now as his cock quivered and his tongue pumped into her. The lips of her pussy were swollen and creamy wet, overflowing. Debbie watched as he went licking at her slit. "Suck me, suck me," she begged him. He kept his tongue pumping in her vagina, getting her so aroused she was trembling. "Eat me," she gasped. "That feels so good."
"Ooohhhh, I love it."
He was breathing harder and deeper now and she could feel the hot grip of his breath as he sucked her box. Even though only her brother had loved her like this, she was discovering what a great deal of pleasure there was in this kind of sexual activity. Soon he was holding up her asscheeks.
"Just stick your finger up my asshole," she begged. "Stick it in."
Debbie watched as the young doctor began caressing a finger deep inside of her asshole, sending a surge of lusty pleasure through her body.
"Finger-fuck me, finger-fuck me in my asshole," she begged.
He went on tongue-fucking her cunt while he finger-fucked her asshole. She was so excited now that she was about to juice.
"Ohhh, baby," she begged, "that's what I want. Lick my pussy. Just like that"
How wonderful it all seemed to the young doctor. He could smell the pungent aroma of her crotch and he could taste her as his tongue continued stabbing inside of her. But what he wanted more than anything at this point was an opportunity to fuck her. And it wasn't going to be much longer before this great pleasure would be his.
"Suck me, suck me," she cried out ecstatically.
"Oh, yes, yes!"
He continued stabbing his finger up her asshole and sucking at her crotch. Her voice became low and throaty.
"Oh, that feels so good," she told him. "I love it. Ohhh, yes, yes. Ahhhhh, don't ever stop."
The young doctor realized what a terrible thing he was doing. After all, his young patient who'd come to him for an examination was only eighteen years old. She was a minor. It probably would mean the end of his career as a doctor if he was ever caught. Yet there was something about the danger and fear involved in his sexual conduct that added to his delight. It excited him to see how stimulated the young, eighteen-year-old girl was becoming. Burning pangs of heated passion raged uncontrollably in her belly. And as his hot fingers gripped her round ass cheeks now, he got his face down in there and really went to sucking.
"Ohhh, I can't stand it," Debbie gasped as the delicious sensations of orgasmic delight swept over her body.
His deep tongue thrusts brought a gurgling cry of wanton passion to her trembling lips.
"Suck me, suck me," she whispered anxiously.
Her silky brown hair flailed about her face in a thousand different directions at once, as she felt sensations in her hot cunt she had never known before. And the young doctor could taste the delicious pussy juices starting to flow freely in her cunt. The naked teenage girl levered her legs over the doctor's shoulders as she pressed her cunt tightly to his mouth. She wanted to capture every erotic pleasure she knew how. His hot tongue lashes soon brought her there, and it was as if electrical shocks were stimulating her cunt uncontrollably. She was juicing and gushing in his mouth as he licked her up
Pulling his tongue from her pussy, he didn't hesitate to show her his hugeness.
"Debbie," he exclaimed excitedly, "I've got to fuck you now."
The young doctor slid out of his white examination gown hastily. Now he was naked on top of her. She waited for him to shove his huge, throbbing cock in her pussy. Debbie wanted him so desperately. Her body was lost in the fire of the moment and every muscle was tensed as she strained her loins upward in an effort to capture the virile, long shaft of flesh that came so tightly to her cunt.
"I... I really shouldn't," the young doctor told her.
"Ohhh, hurry, hurry!" Debbie pleaded, splaying her legs even wider to give him greater access to her open cunt.
At last in a panic of frustration Debbie reached her hands down between their bodies, grasping the full length of his huge prick. Her tightly closed fist stroked up and down the thick, long cock for a moment. She could feel its heaving pulse against her soft palms and the warm, sticky fluid that seeped in tiny white rivulets from the blood-inflated head. Finally she guided it into her cunt crevice, carefully pistoning it between the moisture-covered lips of her vagina. She steadied it there with one hand an placed the other on the young doctor's buttocks drawing with all of her strength to put it into her and let it drown in the gnawing heat that burned out of control in her belly.
Debbie's eyes closed in ecstasy as she felt the first soft electrical contact against the sensitive, ragged edges of her moistly hungry pussy. Then she held her breath for what seemed like an eternity as he finally shoved forward.
"Fuck me, fuck me," she begged eagerly.
She enjoyed watching him. The expression of lust that contorted his face excited her. A misty sheen of perspiration was covering their bodies now as they continued fucking vigorously. It seemed as if she couldn't get enough of him.
"Fuck me, fuck," Debbie cried in wanton lustful abandon as her body quaked convulsively in heated passion.
The raging genital fires in her loins built to a violent crescendo now. And she knew that she had to have him. He rode into her, frantically driving his cock with all of his strength. Her hands groped for his naked hips, her fingers tightening in the soft fullness of his buttocks. "Give it to me," he told her resolutely as he pumped it in with all of his might. Debbie was nearly hysterical as she felt him sinking his thick, lust-bloated erection deeper into the tightly clasping grip of her cunt. She loved having his hugeness impaling her like this. With an instinct born of total desperation, she tightened the muscles her cunt in an anxious attempt to get him off. Her frenzied clenching indicated to the young doctor how eager she was to feel him exploding inside her. She wanted to experience the sensations of a juicy, sticky cum load shooting in her. The lustful gleam in her eyes told the young doctor he could do anything he pleased with her.
"Do you like it?" He smiled.
She nodded. "Fuck, fuck!" she cried out eagerly.
The horny young doctor thrust his rigid, long prick in her cunt. Her oily cunt muscles were clutching at his cock as he rammed in ever deeper.
"Slip your finger up my asshole, honey," the doctor told the teenager.
Parting his sinewy young buttocks she slipped her finger up his tight rectum.
"Right on." Doctor Miller smiled as he continued stabbing into her.
Debbie suddenly realized she did not have to be confined to the incestuous relationship with her brother. Her eyes flashed with pleasure as she realized the sensual freedom that she could enjoy. She had been fearful that she was so hung up on Steve that she could never find another man who could satisfy her as effectively. However, this was all being shattered. It was an illusion that she had lived in. She didn't have to rely on sex with her brother, for she could enjoy sex with another man. Of course, she would have to be selective. And she was gratified that she was going to be satisfied by someone as wonderful as this hairy, horny young doctor. She enjoyed the sensation of his hairs tickling across her breasts as she wiggled her tits for him. "I'm almost there," the doctor panted as he pumped furiously.
Slipping her finger from his tight asshole, Debbie clasped his firm buttocks and squeezed them affectionately.
"Let's make it together," she suggested.
She kept grinding her cunt over his cock as he rode in her. It wasn't long before his penis was exploding.
"Ohhh," he groaned, "I'm cumming. Fuck me, fuck me."
His throbbing penis was unloading and Debbie was cumming, too, providing lubrication for his slick, long shaft.
"Ahhh, never stop fucking me," Debbie gasped. Her hands eased from his bare buttocks to his shoulders. She held him close to her as she savored the delicious sensation of his juice unloading in her cunt.
When the doctor had finished fucking her he was jolted suddenly back to the ugly reality of what he had turned into. He could almost hear a judge saying, "You are a molester." The finger of guilt was pointing at him and it was making him feel awkward, nervous and anxious.
"You needed this servicing," he told Debbie with a pleasant smile that belied the nervousness that he felt charging through him. "But it's best not to talk about it. Others might not understand what we enjoyed. Do you understand, Debbie?"
Debbie had always been honest and open with her feelings, and she didn't hesitate at this time to tell him, "Of course, I understand. You don't want to be labeled a molester. After all, I am under age."
"You are a very mature young lady," he said.
"And it's different. But people have such dirty minds that they make all sex seem vile and evil."
At this point Debbie felt she had to tell the truth.
"All right," she told him, "I'll tell you why I came to you. I have been having a sexual affair."
"With a married man?" he demanded.
Debbie shook her head.
"Someone very close to me," she hedged, not wanting to fully reveal the extent of her fornication.
"Not your father?" the young doctor asked anxiously.
Debbie still hesitated to tell him. However, she finally thought she might as well. After all, she had something on him and if he did have something on her when she revealed the truth about her affair with her brother she could always make him fearful, "I had sexual intercourse with my own brother," Debbie finally volunteered.
"I don't believe it," the young doctor said, pacing the floor of the examination room stark naked and nervous.
"Why don't you believe it?" Debbie asked.
"It's remarkable," he told her. "A lovely young lady like you caught in such a terrible situation. I really feel sorry for you."
"Please, don't," Debbie told him. "I don't want your sympathy. But I would appreciate it if you would give me some advice. How do I tell my brother I want our affair to end?"
As the young doctor tried to think of things for Debbie to tell her brother, he kept looking at her strangely. It was amazing what she was capable of doing. He couldn't help wonder if she was so warped and twisted on the subject of sex that she didn't reason clearly anymore. Thoughts like these whirled through his mind, causing him no end of concern.
"Your brother should be informed," he put it as simply as he could, "that you no longer care to go to bed with him. You can also let him know that if he tries to force you, you are going to tell your father."
The thought of telling her father made her turn away. How she wished that she had never gotten started in this terrible game of incest. "That's a lot easier said than done," she insisted. "No, it isn't," the young doctor told her. "That's all that you've got to do. But you have to have the determination."
Debbie's eyes focused once more on his penis. It was hardening as he looked at her naked bosoms.
"Do you get a hard-on just looking at me when I'm bare-ass naked?" the teenager asked the young doctor.
The doctor wanted to be as honest with his young patient as he knew how. "Yes, that's true," he told her. "That's strange," Debbie said, reaching for his huge, throbbing cock and pulling on it.
"I could teach you so much about good sex," the doctor told her, "that would make you enjoy your married life."
"But I'm not married," Debbie reminded him. "That's true," the doctor chuckled. "I usually save that line for the married women. Well, let me put it this way. If you would give head the way that I could teach you to give head, I'm sure that you would be the most popular girl in high school."
Debbie never knew until that moment that there was a great difference in the way that one girl could give head and the way that another girl could do it
"I would like to learn," she said seriously.
"All right," the doctor told her, "why don't we begin with you going down on me? I'll lie back and let you grab my prick and put it in your mouth and suck on it. As you use your teeth and your tongue over the tip of my cock I will explain to you how it is best done."
Debbie was prepared now to give him a cock-suck. She bent over his long, rigid man meat and placed her tender young lips in a caressing oval around his protruding stem.
"Go on," he urged breathlessly, 'suck my dick off. Go ahead, do it."
Her prick-hungry mouth slipped further over his pulsating cock. She fingered his balls as she went down on him, "You really know quite a bit about doing it," the young doctor marveled.
Debbie nodded, full of pride. She recognized that her brother Steve had taught her plenty about cock eating. Perhaps she could pick up some more pointers from the young horny doctor who was so anxious now to give her a wild time of it.
"Suck my prick," he panted as he pumped it to her. "Suck on it"
She kept massaging his huge, swelling balls and working her mouth vigorously up and down the length of his thick, long shaft. "Eat it," he exclaimed eagerly. "Suck it. It's very important that you don't spit it out. You must learn to keep your lips fastened firmly on my penis. It might become so slick with your saliva it would slip off at a strategic moment." Suddenly Debbie began realizing what a difficult job it was to keep her lip grip on a sliding cock. nevertheless, she tried her best to hold firm as she felt the young doctor's thick prick plunging down her throat with rapid-fire lust. "That's real nice, Debbie," he told her. "Now you're sucking. Just like that. Ohhh, yes. Suck, suck it off."
She gripped his sinewy asscheeks tightly. The doctor appreciated all the dedication she was putting into her cock eating.
"I'm almost there," he panted as he pumped it to her. "Ohhh, yes. Just like that. Suck. Suck me. Suck it off."
His hot juices were boiling in his balls. He knew that it couldn't be much longer until he unloaded. "Eat it," he exclaimed excitedly. "Suck off." Grabbing his asscheeks firmly she let her mouth fasten eagerly on his thick tool. It didn't take him long before he unloaded. As the hot streams of cum surged down her throat she gobbled hungrily.
"Eat it," the horny young doctor gasped in a wild frenzy of sensual emotion. "Suck, baby, suck off."
His hot cock was exploding. Debbie could feel more sperm hurtling down her throat as she gulped. Her eyes were closed now as she tasted the delicious thick sperm. The doctor congratulated her.
"You're doing it just right," he panted as he pumped it down Debbie's throat. "Ohhh, all of it Swallow it. That's it."
He kept his hot, thick prick probing her throat until he had finished spurting his sperm load. Slowly he eased his prick from her mouth as some of his cum dribbled on her lips. Debbie licked her lips hungrily as she finished him.
"Wow!" She smiled as she patted his buttocks and massaged his balls.
"I guess you enjoy giving head, honey," he informed her.
Debbie had to tell him the truth.
"Yes, very much. You tasted so good."
The young doctor was delighted that the teenager would suck and swallow. But he was curious to know what he tasted like.
"By the way, what does my cum taste like?"
"Sweet," she told him. "You've got sweet dick juice, baby."
He ran his fingers through Debbie's brown ha affectionately.
"I wish that all women could give sex like that to a man. You really put fire into your mouth job. The important thing is to go after it as if you really want it. That triggers a guy to get excited. Otherwise if it's a half-hearted cock-suck, it isn't much fun."
CHAPTER EIGHT
That afternoon when Debbie came home from the doctor's office, her brother Steve was after her. "I missed you," he told her, giving her the eye. "That's just too bad." Debbie shrugged. Instantly Steve could tell his sister was giving him the cold shoulder. "What's bugging you?"
"Nothing," Debbie said, politely turning away from him and going up to her room.
But that wasn't enough of an answer for Steve He knew that something was troubling her and was determined to find out what it was.
When he found that she had locked herself in her bedroom he got angry.
"Open up, sis," he ordered. "Go away," she told him firmly.
Steve was not so easily put off.
"Let me in this fucking room," he fumed.
Debbie didn't want the neighbors to hear them arguing or fighting. Going to the door, she opened it. When Steve looked in her eyes he recognized that it was all over as far as she was concerned. And this was what made him even angrier.
"You got someone else who's taking care of you?" he asked angrily.
Debbie shook her head.
"But it's none of your business what I do with anybody. Can't you get that through your thick skull?"
The hurt look on her brother's face made her feel bad. She had come on much too strong and she thought for a moment she detected a misty glaze in his eyes as he looked away.
"I'm sorry," she finally said, putting her hand out to touch his shoulder.
"It's all right," Steve replied as he turned to go back to his bedroom.
All sorts of horrible thoughts spun through Deb's mind. What if Steve got so upset that he decided to take his life? That wouldn't make her feel very good. One way or another, she knew that she had to do something to satisfy him.
Going down the hallway to his room, she opened the door quietly and walked over to where he was lying on his bed. She pleaded with him to understand her feelings.
"It's not that I love you any less, Steve," she tried to explain. "It's just that what we're doing isn't right."
He still didn't turn around to look at her. It was almost as if looking at the wall and not seeing her eyes focusing on him helped reduce the guilt, shame and despair that tortured him at this moment
"I... I guess Tm no fucking good," Steve said. "I wish I was dead."
As she listened to his words echoing the very fears that she had had only moments before, Debbie realized how careful she had to be with him.
"I said I was sorry," she apologized.
"I'm sorry I was ever born," Steve lamented. "I wish you could forget that I ever lived if I killed myself."
At that moment Debbie realized how much her brother's love really meant to her. Sitting on the edge of the bed she bent over and started crying. As sobs racked Debbie's body Steve felt guilty for upsetting her. But he didn't know how to weave his way out of this tangle that he'd created.
"Oh, I don't want you to feel bad." He shook his head. "I'm not gonna kill myself. Not today, anyway."
Debbie finally told him that she did feel so guilty about their sexual experiences together that she wanted to end it.
"Why do you feel guilty?" he demanded.
"I was listening to a teacher talking about incest," the young teenager explained to her brother.
The word incest cut through her brother like a knife.
"Why don't you just leave me alone?" he asked huskily.
"I can't," Debbie whimpered. "I want to be near you, Steve."
Debbie got on the bed beside him. Placing an arm around him she lay there close to him.
"Incest can cause great pain and anguish if any children are born because of it." Her brother turned to look at her. "Who said we were gonna have any kids?" Debbie realized he had never once suggested that she have children by him. But that ever present fear was tormenting her and she had to articulate it "It can happen," she said. "Not if we're careful," he insisted. "Yeah," she told him. "If we're real careful maybe it'll never happen. I just want to tell you one thing, Steve. I feel guilty as hell."
"But I'm the one who's responsible for causing you all this trouble," Steve insisted.
Debbie realized he was sorry, and this bothered
"I guess it isn't right for me to drop you like this all of a sudden," she conceded candidly, "but I'm trying to do what I think is best for both of us. If Mom and Dad knew they'd be ashamed. Dad may even want to separate us. He might think it's dangerous for us to live under the same roof." Never before had Steve even considered that possibility. It was all coming home to him now and in a tragic sort of way. His sister was right. They would be held up as disgraceful and disgusting if people knew they were having sex together.
"Incest is evil," he admitted.
But when he looked at her beautiful body somehow it didn't seem evil. It seemed like the most normal and beautiful thing he could ever ask for.
"I've tried to get you out of my mind," Steve told his sister, "but it isn't that easy. Just when Tm trying to get to sleep I get a hard-on thinking of you. I want to steal down to your bedroom and slip into bed with you."
This was exactly what Debbie had feared. If Steve ever made a play for her at the wrong moment all hell could break loose. For a moment she had nothing to say, but her thoughts were all focusing on when they were young kids and had bathed together. She remembered playing with his little penis in the bathtub. And she remembered Steve's curiosity about her slit. Vividly she recalled the first time her brother had slipped his finger in her pussy. It had felt so good. Then she recalled how Steve had asked her to place her mouth over his male member. It had been innocent fun. They had just been young kids then and when suspicions arose that they were getting too friendly their mother saw to it that they never saw each other naked again. But perhaps those early life incidents had laid the groundwork for what later had become an obvious sexual passion that Debbie did not know how to cope with.
"I feel so ashamed," she confessed. "But I must admit I like you, Steve. I like you that way."
Pleased to hear her say it, Steve rolled over and looked into her eyes.
"I know if we had kids they'd probably be all wrong," he admitted candidly. "But if I ate your pussy and you sucked my cock, we wouldn't have kids. And some people even like to do it a funny way."
She wasn't certain what he meant and she asked him to explain.
"I mean, like sticking it up your asshole," he told her.
At first when Steve said this it was such a strange suggestion that she could hardly picture it.
"That sounds like a funny way to do it," the teenage girl told her brother.
"But a lot of people like to do it that way." He smiled suggestively.
It was becoming evident to Debbie that her brother Steve was bound and determined to experiment with her.
"Why don't you just let me lick your ass?" Steve suggested. "Then if you enjoy having my tongue slipping up your asshole I'll fuck you." The idea of experiencing a new kind of sexual intercourse did appeal to Debbie. After all, she thought to herself, she should know the different variations. And with her brother it would seem so natural. He was crazy about her and she was just as crazy about him. Finally she told him, "Well, maybe just one more time. But we've just got to quit doing it."
Debbie said it so openly and honestly that Steve knew she really meant it.
"Why don't we take a shower together?" he suggested. "Then we'll come out here and try it. I think you will really enjoy it. And while I'm screwing your asshole with my prick I'll stick my finger in your cunt and play with your clit."
The portrait that Steve had painted of anal intercourse seized Debbie's erotic imagination. It sounded stimulating and exciting. She was eager to find out for herself what it would feel like to have her brother's throbbing, long cock meat slipping up her ass. Debbie was equally anxious to find out what the dual sensations of a prick up her ass and a finger in her cunt would feel like.
"All right," she said huskily.
Before they got off the bed Steve wrapped his arms around her. He looked into her sensitive brown eyes. He really didn't want to hurt her, yet he lusted so much for her he felt compelled to carry on sexually with her any way he could. He imagined how fantastic it would be to slip his throbbing prick up her cunt. But for now he wanted to try! something different.
They got in the shower together a moment or two later. And Debbie soaped him down. She even slipped the soap up his ass crack.
"You like to play with me, don't you?" Steve smiled as he turned around and reached for her breasts, tweaking the nipples.
As the water poured over their bodies, Debbie agreed.
"Yes, just like when we were kids," she reminded him. "Do you remember when Mom used to make such a fuss about us doing things when we were bathing together?"
Debbie laughed as she thought about it and Steve joined her.
"We were horny for each other even then," he confessed.
It was not going to be an easy situation for her. Nevertheless, Debbie was willing to let him do what he wanted.
"Bend over," he suggested, "and let me soap out your ass."
Debbie bent over and she felt her brother sliding the soap into her ass crack. He slid it back and forth a couple of times and then pulled it away.
"I can hardly wait to drive my prick up your ass," he confessed. Once they had finished showering, they got out the shower stall and dried off together. While they were lying on the bed she noticed he had brought a jar of Vaseline with him from the bathroom.
"I'll get my cock ready with this," he explained. Uncapping the jar of Vaseline he promptly proceeded to apply a thick coating of the slippery stuff to his throbbing male member. "Oh, it looks nice when it's slick like that," she told him, reaching for his penis. "Go ahead and pull on it," he urged her.
Debbie's hand firmly gripped his manhood. She pulled vigorously up and down the length of his shiny long shaft.
"Ohhh, that feels so good," he told her. "Keep it up, Debbie. Don't stop."
She kept pulling on his pulsating, rigid penis.
"Ohhh, yes," he told her, "pump it."
Debbie was pumping more life into his throbbing, long penis. And he could hardly wait for the moment when it would shoot. He wanted to feel her ass muscles seize his cock and squeeze the cream right out of it as he fucked her from behind.
Strangely now, Debbie's inhibitions were disappearing. She was losing her own guilt feelings.
Her brother told her the position he wanted her in.
"I want you to bend so far over all I can see is your ass," he chuckled.
The naked young teenager was in the middle of the bed. Her horny brother was looking in the mirror as he placed his hands on her asscheeks. Parting her buttocks, he began inserting his huge, thick penis. The blood-engorged tip pressed against her tight anus. For the first time in her life Debbie felt enormous fear. The insistent shove of his huge throbbing prick up her tight asshole was hurting | like the devil.
"Oh, stop it, Steve," she begged. "You're hurting! me."
"It won't hurt for long," Steve promised her. Grabbing her asscheeks firmly, he suddenly shoved all of his prick meat right up her butt. She let out a howl of pain as she felt his huge, throbbing cock invading the tight precincts of her behind. His balls slapped lewdly on her upturned asscheeks as he drove in with speedy, hard cock stabs.
CHAPTER NINE
Glancing in the mirror, Steve could see his thick, throbbing cock pulling out and shoving back in her ass all the way. He liked to see her hips wiggling in response to his driving cock jabs. However, Debbie was in such pain at this moment as her ass was stretching to accommodate his thick prick that she could barely move.
"Move it," Steve insisted. "Fuck it for me."
The rubbery grip of her tight anus pulled on his penis as she started to wiggle. She was falling deliciously into a whirling maelstrom of orgasmic light. The pain that she had experienced when first inserted his hard, thick prick was disappearing It had been replaced with a strange kind pleasure. And now he was sending his Vaseline slick prick up her hot, sizzling asshole all the way.
She wanted that moment when she would feel his scalding liquid cum shooting up her butt.
"Beautiful," he exclaimed as he watched her tremoring asscheeks when she pushed back to meet his driving cock.
The salacious sensations that seethed through her body caused her to discover a new type of pleasure. Her buttocks were obscenely undulating as his huge cock kept pumping in. His throbbing balls beat a steady tattoo against her naked upturned asscheeks as he went ramming in with all of his might. "Fuck me, fuck me," Debbie begged. The beautiful young girl with her wiggling ass bras giving her brother the fuck of his life. His reaming wet shaft rammed in her with fantastic force. The exquisite pain of his deeply probing penis thrilled her. Ripples of excitement raced rough her body now. Reaching underneath her, he let his fingers probe her cunt. "Yes, yes," he panted. "Fuck me. Fuck me!" She gasped at the electrifying sensations that were surging through her body now. Her buttocks clenched involuntarily as her hips pumped back and forth. He was sinking his blistering cock deep the wetness of her slick asshole. "I'm starting to cum," he told her as he felt his penis head oozing some of its juice. It was providing a perfect lubrication for his pistoning penis stabs. "Ohhh, it feels so good," Steve told his sister as he watched the glistening wetness of his lust-engorged member slide easily in and out of her ass, moistly lubricated with his own juice.
"Harder," she begged him in wild sensual abandon.
At first it seemed as if she could never stand it Now it seemed as if she couldn't get enough of it. Wave after wave of erotic pleasure swept over her as his throbbing, mammoth prick kept invading her ass.
"Fuck me, fuck me," Debbie gasped in erotic frenzy.
The exquisite pain was driving her insane. She kept her butt wiggling as he sat astride her, riding deeply. Her ass was squirming and wiggling as the huge spearing penis continued plunging in deeply.
"Ohhh," he groaned as he finger-fucked her cunt in rhythm to his cock stabs up her asshole. "You're beautiful!"
His free hand played with the fleshiness of her buttocks while his other hand worked at her cunt. Crudely he was driving in her now, frantically fucking her with his rock-hard cock.
"Ohhh," she groaned, "screw me. Fuck me."
Debbie screamed hysterically as he went on driving his lust-bloated erection ever deeper into the tightly clasping nether grip of her ravaged rectum. She could feel Steve's hugeness impaling her far up her very bowels. With an instinct born of total desperation, Debbie tightened the muscles of her rectum in a futile attempt to force the vile hardness from her bowels, but this proved a mistake. Her desperate clenching only excited Steve that much more, and as the soft, clinging walls of her rectum closed arousingly around his turgid stiffness, he began to slam his loins hard against her upturned naked buttocks. His balls swung heavily on her asscheeks as he pumped deeper, ever deeper.
"I'm almost there," he exclaimed lustfully as he rammed it in all the way and shot his wad high up her asshole.
Now Steve was sloshing in his own sperm as he drove it in a couple more times.
Easing his prick from her ass, he got underneath her.
"Shove your cunt at me," he told her. Tm gonna eat you."
The lurid obscenity of his asking her to sit on his face somehow aroused her. She ground hotly against his tongue as he surged in her with muffled, hoarse gasps. Debbie felt his hands clasping her asscheeks as she rode his face.
"Ohhh, yes, yes," she panted as the time bomb of her passion was ready to explode in his mouth.
He kept sucking hungrily now, savoring the delicious taste of her. Steve enjoyed the sight of her curly brown pubic hairs. They tickled his nose as he sucked at her cunt. Her naked, sweat-drenched body kept pumping against his face. She was shuddering now as she moved close to orgasm. The agonizing grimace of rising desire twisted Debbie's face into a mask of absolute surrender. "Eat my cunt," she begged. "Suck me." Her inflamed pussy was arousing him. His lascivious tongue movements into her spread cuntlips had her lewdly excited.
"Eat me," she panted as she kept pumping her moistly heated cunt in his mouth. "Suck me, suck me."
She felt his finger slipping up her asshole. Debbie loved the invasion of her asshole as he went on fucking her.
"Ohhh," she groaned, "suck me... eat me."
The delicious thrills that made her body tingle carried her ever closer to climax. And then when she knew she was cumming she shoved her cunt right over his mouth and listened to the lewd sounds of him sucking, licking and lapping at her there. The pungent scent of her cunt excited him The taste of her juices made him gasp with lusty satisfaction as he ate her.
Steve sucked on the downy curly hairs of his sister's cunt when he'd finished eating her. Then he held her in his arms as if he could never obtain enough passionate pleasure from her naked young body.
Debbie's heart was racing wildly. After all, she had promised the young doctor who had helped her that she would quit engaging in sexual acts with her brother. Yet she knew when she was in his arms like this that all of those promises couldn't confine her. They were like ropes of sand.
"Debbie," he whispered, "do you blame me for wanting to have sex with you?"
She shook her head.
"No," she confessed. "I loved it"
They couldn't lie together like this for long as their parents would be home shortly. Finally they separated. Debbie went downstairs and pretended she was studying for a history exam. Her brother busied himself in the garage with his weights. When their parents came home everything seemed normal.
"I'm so proud of you both," their mother congratulated them that night. "Even though other young people are into dope and drugs and sex orgies, you two are wholesome and clean."
Their mother's compliment was followed by their father's praise as well.
"I've got to hand it to both of you," he congratulated them. "You are leading clean lives. I just found out about the girl who lives at the corner."
Debbie was eager to learn the latest gossip.
"You mean Cheryl?"
Her father nodded sadly.
"Yes, Cheryl is pregnant. She's going to have to adjust to a new kind of life."
Their mother seemed sad to hear the news of Cheryl.
"Poor darling, she'll have to drop out of school," her mother said. "That's what happens." Looking at her with disgust, her husband replied, "No. Now they have a pregnancy class in high school. The girls go right along as if nothing has happened, and as soon as they finish the pregnancy and have their child, they'll go on welfare. So they won't need to work. They'll have it made because they had a baby."
It did seem disgusting. Debbie was grateful that she and Steve had taken precautions never to have a baby. She could imagine how difficult it would be to obtain welfare for a child by her brother. As she was deep in such a perplexing thought her mother noticed it.
"What's wrong, dear?" She smiled. "We're pensive tonight."
Steve was always afraid that Debbie might say something that would reveal their sexual life together. He eyed her carefully as she shook her head and smiled at her mother.
"Don't worry about it, Mom," she insisted. "Everything's gonna be all right."
It was one thing to tell her mother not to worry but it was quite another thing to eliminate the curiosity that had sparked her question.
That night Debbie slept soundly. She figured that perhaps Steve would let her alone now. After all, he had gotten what he wanted and maybe she would be free.
A couple of days later the lady down the street asked her to come over and stay with her two cats. Debbie thought that was an easy assignment. She only had to be there three hours after school.
When the paperboy came to the door she suddenly got an urge for him.
"Paper boy," a young, virile male voice called out.
"What is it?" Debbie smiled in her serene way. "I came here to collect," he told her.
"The lady of the house isn't here," Debbie tried to explain.
"That's all right," he told her. 'I'll come back another time."
Then a strange desire possessed Debbie. She felt as though she had to get better acquainted with him.
"Would you like a drink?" She smiled her most innocent smile.
"That would be mighty nice," the young paper boy agreed.
He looked at her voluptuous body and then he saw her bosoms. He tried not to stare but it wasn't easy to keep his eyes off her breasts. They were curving, and he could just see the tip of the nipple of one breast. "What would you like to drink?" she asked. The paper boy coughed nervously, trying to conceal how hot he was becoming just looking at her. "Oh, anything," he told her. "I'd really like beer, if you've got one."
Debbie brought the young horny boy a beer. She tried to calm herself down but she knew secretly she wanted him. She had become like a female animal seeking her prey.
"I... I guess I'd better be going now," the boy said nervously after he finished the beer.
But Debbie didn't want him to leave. Walking closer to him she smiled softly. There was a wealth of hidden suggestion behind her smile, and the young man felt his cock hardening in his pants as she stood so close to him. He managed to thank her and then she asked, "Would you like another drink?"
Even though every fiber in the young paper boy's being told him it was dangerous to say yes, he nodded. Debbie went to the refrigerator and got him another beer. This time she came even closer to him and glanced down at his crotch, handing the drink to him.
"This ought to cool you off," she told him.
Smiling nervously the young boy nodded and sipped the beer. Then Debbie suggested he might sit down and get the weight off his feet. Nodding and smiling as best he could, he followed her into the living room where he sat down in a wing chair. Debbie sat on the nearby sofa and then when she could, bent over so he could have a clear view her cleavage. He looked at her through lust-glazed eyes. She was certain she could do anything she wanted with him. It was wonderful to possess such power, the girl was discovering.
"You don't have to worry about anybody coming here," she told him reassuringly. "I'm alone for four hours."
At this point the young boy understood exactly what she was saying.
"What's your name?" she asked him.
"Brad," he replied.
"My name is Debbie," she told him.
"I... I guess I'd better be going now, Debbie," Brad said edgily.
At this point a strange compulsion seized her to undress for the young paper boy. After all, didn't he have a right to see the natural beauty of her female form?
"Do you think there's anything wrong with people going to the beach naked?" Debbie asked.
The boy shook his head, startled at her mention of nudity.
"No, we're born naked." He laughed.
Debbie nodded and told him, "People's dirty minds make being naked seem vile and evil. But it isn't. Would you like to see me naked?"
The young boy was at a loss for words, but he nodded. Debbie slowly unfastened her blouse and let it fall to the floor once she had taken it off. And then she walked over to him and removed her brassiere. The moment he took a look at her magnificent breasts and saw the erect nipples, he knew he had to see all of her completely naked. She was incredibly beautiful in a most sensuous way. Debbie had a kind of magnetic attraction, almost a musky lure about her that made it nearly impossible to keep his hot eyes off her body.
"Why don't you help me undress?" She smiled sensuously at Brad. "You're not afraid of me, are you?"
"No, no way." Brad smiled, eager to prove himself a man.
"Let's go into the bedroom," she said as she looked at him slyly.
He followed her into the bedroom. And when he permitted his eyes to gaze at her enormous bosoms, he felt his huge cock hardening. His eyes widened as he looked at the distended nipples.
"What's the matter, Brad? Cat got your tongue?' Debbie purred, her own soft, pink tongue sensuously licking over her lips.
Brad laughed nervously, glancing around almost as if he expected someone to jump out of a closet door.
"Oh, my tongue's all right." He winked.
The beautiful teenage brunette laughed. Her! naked breasts rose and fell excitedly.
"I can hardly wait to find out more about your tongue, Brad."
What kind of strange carnal desire was leading! her on this trail of wanton sexual pleasure, Debbie] neither knew nor understood. But she did know Brad was a hot, horny kid and he badly needed a fuck. Nothing was going to stop her now. Her passionate urges were blinding her to the forbidden pleasure she coveted so much.
Debbie cocked her head to one side and let her eyes slide down to Brad's crotch. He could actual feel the heat of her intense stare as his penal throbbed with lusty desire. His hands reached out to her and she could feel him tremble. It ignited his passions to think of having sex with a girl like this.
"Why don't I slip out of my skirt and my panties?" she asked.
The young boy watched as she unfastened the zipper at the side of her skirt. Next she eased out of her skirt and exposed herself to his gaze. He looked at her moistening mound. The sheer panties could not conceal the heat she felt in her own sexual organ. His eyes then focused on her panties and he nearly tore them off. Brad looked at her fur-trimmed triangle, so anxious now to let his tongue slide along her slit.
"Take off your clothes," she begged him. "I want to see you naked."
This built up Brad's ego all the more. Debbie was purring like a gorgeous feline in heat. His en-Ire body was alive as she reached down and unzipped his fly, unfastening his belt, letting his pants fall to the floor. Brad's prick was swelling with virile, firm hardness.
"Wow, looks like you've got a big one!" she said with a pleased smile.
"I ain't ever had any complaints about my cock," he assured her with a confident smirk, his hands on his naked hips, his pelvis stuck slightly out as he slipped out of his shorts and showed her the full size of his huge, throbbing penis.
At this point Debbie's legs parted a little more and he could easily see the beaded moistness that rimmed the tender pink lips of her vagina. When her legs opened wider, the tempting folds of her pussy seemed to flower into an open eagerness. Man, was she ever a cock-hungry piece, he thought to himself. She was just aching for it. Aching for a long, hard hunk of prick between her legs. "Swing this way, honey," she told him eagerly. She wanted to have him in position to slip his cock into her slit. He swung around and reached a gentle hand down to the voluptuous swell of her naked buttocks. Brad was less than surprised to find her skin so smooth. She was the kind of girl who would drive any guy bananas. Debbie was hot and she trembled against Brad, her eyes closing as she breathed anxiously, her lips seeking his. Brad kissed her and she responded. Her mouth opened around his and her lips ground into his teeth as her tongue surged furtively down Brad's throat. The lovely young girl's hand shook with rising excitement as she reached down beneath their bodies and firmly gripped the one thing she needed the most--Brad's long, hard cock.
They were lying on the bed in seconds, and Brad moaned from the wantonly exquisite pressure of her finger around the thick, blood-engorged length of his cock. He kissed her passionately, answering her fervent soul kiss with one of his own. He felt strangely excited. Never had the simple act of kissing meant so much to him. Perhaps it was her hand on his prick that made the difference. He knew now how badly he needed to fuck her. Brad had to have her. The naked young girl moved closer to him. He loved the sweet-smelling feminine body pressed frantically against the muscled expanse of his young chest. Brad could feel Debbie's wiggling pelvis, flat and smooth as she ground against him, and he could feel her rising heat like a consuming fever burning frantically in her loins. Her thighs parted as she lay on her side facing him. His cock shot up between them as if it had a homing device built in eagerly, in search of the warm, moist slit of her pussy that lay nestled between those soft, trembling thighs. Brad's arms swept around her and she gripped him desperately, breathing in short shallow gasps as her nails marked his strong back, her thighs opening shamelessly wide as she then closed them around his hips while he rolled effortlessly onto her naked beauty with a low, sensuous moan of pleasure.
"Ohhh, lover, you're so big and hard," she panted. "I can't wait. Stick that big thing in me. Stick it in my cunt."
Debbie was gasping with frenzied passions that burned hotly in her belly and threatened to consume her with their rapid ferocity unless she had the raging fires of lust quenched by his impaling thickness immediately. She could wait no longer for his skewering throbbing man meat to slash into her Baked cunt folds.
CHAPTER TEN
Debbie Johnson realized that she could turn to no one for help. The only thing she could do, she reasoned, was to speak to her mother about getting away during the Christmas vacation.
"I don't know where you'd want to go, dear," her mother chided her. "We have everything at home."
Nevertheless, Debbie was determined.
"Maybe, Mom, I could visit Aunt Harriet," she told her. "I would like to go to her mountain home. I could go skiing if we had a snowfall then."
Her mother thought things over seriously.
"What is it that's bothering you,' dear?" she asked her.
Her mother paced the floor and Debbie was nervous. Nevertheless, she knew that she had to tell her mother her feelings.
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"Mom, I am troubled," Debbie said.
As her mother looked down at her upturned face in the morning sun, she could tell her daughter was disturbed. It was written all over her face. But what could she do?
"Couldn't I help?" She went over to her as she placed a comforting hand on her shoulder.
Shaking her head, Debbie told her no. She wasn't smiling and it was obvious that she was concerned over something very deeply.
"I feel so dreadful that I can't help you, dear," her mother told her. "You know your father and I would do anything to help you."
Turning impatiently, Debbie acted annoyed.
"You never let me do anything I like," she complained.
Her mother sat on the gold satin sofa before her. She leaned forward to take a cigarette from a silver box on the glass table, flicking a flame from a snatching silver lighter and exhaling smoke toward the ceiling.
"You're hurt in some romance, isn't that it?" Her mother's eyes focused on hers steadily. "Yes," Debbie admitted.
"Would you mind telling me who?" her mother asked, taking another nervous puff on her cigarette.
For a second Debbie hesitated. She knew how bitter and hateful her mother would be if she ever revealed to her that she was in love with her own brother.
"You're too young to know about love," her mother said, adding with a trace of bitterness, "whatever love is."
Grateful that her mother didn't pressure her anymore to reveal whomever it was she was falling for, she asked her frankly, "Would you mind very much if I just went away?"
Debbie's mother glanced at her wrist watch and told her, "Your father will be home in twenty minutes. Maybe you'd better ask him. That's your choice, dear. If that's what you want to do, I'm not against it"
Later that evening Debbie asked her father if she could go to her Aunt Harriet's mountain house for the holidays. Her father listened intently.
"Don't you enjoy being with us?" he asked.
Just then Steve came into the den and listened to their conversation.
"Your sister doesn't want to be with us for Christmas," her father observed.
At that point Steve understood what was happening. First he wanted to say how hurt he was, but he held back. He knew all too well how furious his father would be if he ever found out about their love tryst.
"Well, I guess if she doesn't want to be with us it's all right." Steve laughed. "Maybe she just wanted to go skiing in the mountains."
Debbie was grateful that he saved the day.
"Maybe I'd like to go, too," Steve suggested with a wink.
At that point her mother walked back in.
"We're not giving both of you up for the holidays," she insisted.
Finally it was resolved that Debbie could visit her Aunt Harriet as long as Steve stayed home.
Debbie felt as though she'd won a victory. And when she went back to her bedroom that night she deliberately didn't say anything to Steve about her plans. However, about two o'clock in the morning Steve was standing naked beside her bed. She looked up nervously as he peered down at her.
"What are you doing here?" Debbie asked anxiously.
"It's very sweet of you to leave me during the holidays," he complained.
"I... I just thought it was best," Debbie told him sincerely.
"We could have had a lot of time together," he said angrily, "and you know how much it means to
Steve sat on the edge of her bed. The excitement that was mounting in his body was evident. She could see his curly pubic hair and his thick, long cock rising.
"Go back to your room," she begged.
Steve shook his head. "No way," he told her. "I'm gonna go to bed with you."
Throwing the bedclothes back, her naked young brother slipped into bed beside her.
"It's wrong, Steve," she tried to tell him. "We've got to quit doing this."
Steve agreed. But her firm voice didn't stop him from doing what he designed to do. Reaching down between her legs he began fingering her. As she felt his finger slipping in her vagina, her entire body vibrated to his intimate touch. That gave Steve greater incentive to push forward.
"I want to get down there and lick your love button," he told her.
It didn't take him long to swing down between her legs. He immediately parted her thighs and let his tongue slip along her slit.
"I really enjoy licking you." He smiled as he went to work on her furry triangle, which was moist with excitement.
Steve picked up Debbie's musky scent as he let his head drop down toward the glorious joy hole. His tongue thrust outward with great eagerness as he let it slide ever so slowly over her love button. Her body vibrated to his every touch. That gave him greater incentive to push forward. Steve let his teeth nibble affectionately against her clitoris several times in an attempt to arouse her all the more.
That tried and trusted technique of arousing his sister by properly stimulating her clitoris was very successful. Now she was gasping and her body was gyrating from side to side. The realization that she was getting hot only made him that much more determined to please her along with himself. Steve pursued Debbie zealously with his tongue, letting it roll over every crevice of passionate vaginal flesh. Her pussy walls itched with lustful urgings as his tongue continued to flick back and forth.
Steve then decided to do something else to provide her with even more excitement. He slipped the forefinger of his right hand forward and let it push slowly toward her anus. The tightness of her ass intrigued him from the moment he plunged up her. His first few stabs barely penetrated inside her. He confined his finger-fucks to the outer edges of her anus. But as his vagina-sucking intensified and gathered momentum at a speedy tempo, his accompanying finger movements simultaneously collected speed. And with that speed came greater depth as be shoved his finger high and deep inside her anus. At this moment her body was moving in violent spasms. For a while it would shift back and forth and then it would go up and down. Debbie barely knew what to do to cope with his exotic dual movements. The crescendo continued to intensify as the licking and stabbing maintained a brisk pace. The hot, sliding movements of his finger darting high into her asshole created a torrent of lust within her that quickly transmitted itself to her hot mound as well. He quickly moved her toward the brink of climax. The closer he drove, the more anxious he became to taste her juices, and consequently his movements were rising at an even faster clip.
"Ohhh, Steve," Debbie gasped, basking in the glory of his tongue sliding in her cunt, "lick me, lick me."
Previous to this Debbie had thought that she could be satisfied with one exciting orgasm. But tonight she had become so ignited with the passionate heat of her brother's frenzied tongue that she wanted more. And he was just as excited with her.
Having tasted her once, he was him the more desirous of doing it a second time. His tongue we back and forth, driving with the same passionate intensity as it whiplashed, covering every crevice of her furry wet mound. Not only was Debbie beautiful, Steve thought, but she had just the kind of delicious explosive cunt that made him eagerly seek out every drop of available juice. All the while he continued to let his finger manipulate itself inside her anus. Steve varied the tempo of his finger movements in Debbie's asshole in the same way that varied his tongue stabs in her cunt. Whenever his tongue would be sweeping at top speed over her mound, his finger would thrust inside her asshole with the same degree of passionate skill. He knew what she wanted and he was willing to go to great length to satisfy his keen sexual urges. Enthusiastically licking at her hot slit until she came three times, he sucked her noisily.
"Eat me, eat me," Debbie panted.
When Steve withdrew his tongue from her cunt he couldn't help looking at her pussy. Slipping his finger from her asshole, he imagined what he could do if he shoved his thick, rock-hard cock in her cunt.
"I want to fuck you," he told her.
Straddling her now, he showed her his hard penis. She tugged at it several times to let swirling waves of passion circulate through him.
Steve looked at her beautiful body and became so excited he knew he had to shove his pecker inside her.
"Pull on it a couple of times," he told her. Reaching out she slowly stroked his thick, rigid manhood. It stimulated her to see it spring to life in her hand. She could feel it pulsing and throbbing as she stroked him. Under normal circumstances Steve would be more than willing to use the traditional approach of shoving his cock high into her cunt. He was confident that she had about the tightest pussy of any girl in high school. But the longer he looked at her beautifully shaped buttocks, the more impressed he became with the over-all shape of her beautiful white ass. It looked so warm and tempting that his cock began to quiver. He started thinking of how stimulating it would be to slide his prick up her asshole. Steve stroked his cock several more times as he reflected on what he would do next. The longer he looked at his sister's beautiful ass, the more excited he became over the prospect of repeating their sodomy.
"You've got a nice ass," he told her.
The longer his eyes focused on her buttocks the more appetizing they looked.
"Did you like it up your ass?" Steve asked his sister with a mischievous smile.
"I guess I did," she told him.
"Why are you looking at me that way?"
"I'm afraid it'll hurt again," Debbie admitted.
"A regular pain in the ass, eh?" Steve laughed.
She didn't want it to hurt her again. Yet when she saw the excited, expectant look on his face and she realized that she would be leaving him during the holidays, Debbie felt as though she had to give him some kind of compensation. Maybe an assfuck would fill in that need.
"I could do a favor for you," she told him, "but I don't want you to hurt me."
Steve emphasized his point by patting her asscheeks affectionately. He knew that he was so aroused that there would be no turning back. The perverse side of him was happy over the fact that she wasn't eager for him to shove his penis into her ass. He would not mind hurting her a little, it would simply add to his fun. He observed her body beginning to tremble. Her eyes widened as he moved toward her. Steve held his penis proudly in his right hand, stroking it ever so casually, warming himself up for the task which lay ahead. "Please, forget it," Debbie whimpered. "Shut up. You make me sick sounding like such a big crybaby."
Steve's breath began to intensify into quick rapid-fire gasps as he moved closer to her naked body. Reaching out with his strong hands he separated her legs and parted them until he had plenty of room to maneuver. He tugged at her legs a pulled her body forward slightly so that the an was improved. Now he had a direct shot at her ass. Just a short distance, a matter of a few inch separated his aroused penis from the penetrating point of her asshole. Steve let his fingers circulate briskly over the firm folds of flesh as he got set to shove his penis forward. He pushed it forward and let it enter her anus region slowly. Debbie let out a prolonged moan as he made his initial contact.
Steve slipped his prick high into her anus, holding onto it with his right hand until he was able to penetrate at the very angle and degree which he sought.
Momentarily he deliberated over whether he should start out slowly or rapidly. Generally he would have preferred a slow approach, but on this occasion his pulse was so aroused by the beauty and tightness of her anus that it was difficult for him to hold back. His initial instinct was to shove forward with everything that he had. He knew that such an approach would result in a speedy orgasm. Even though he felt like working his cock quickly, he stilled his savage bestial impulses and started to work his prick back and forth slowly, steadily. Even that type of approach appeared to be too much for Debbie, who let out several gasps.
"Shut up, Debbie," he warned her. "Do you want to wake up Mom and Dad?"
He drilled her searingly several times, letting the tempo of his cock in her ass build up. It was the kind of cock music that he loved to make with a beautiful girl. His penis was rigid, long and stimulated by her very presence. Waves of tiny tingles bolted through the hard rod as he continued driving it in and out of her, letting the pace build, permitting the sweltering excitement inside him to wildly generate. The longer Steve kept up his movements, the hornier he became. As the intensity of the screwing pace accelerated, he felt more of a blinding need to thrill her with hard, deep, piercing strokes.
The more intensely and deeply he drove, the more painful the looks which surfaced on Debbie face. She let out several anguished gasps after on hot series of forward strokes. Steve retaliated reaching out and slapping her across the face angrily.
"That's just a tiny dose of what you'll get if you don't shut up," he warned his sister.
Steve knew that the more noise she made the greater was the likelihood that their parents would overhear them. He knew if that happened they would be trapped in a very ugly situation. Steve couldn't afford to take any chances. He knew that he and Debbie, being brother and sister, were walking a perpetual tightrope. However, now that he had his cock in her ass he rammed forward with deep, hard jabs. With pistonlike regularity his prick continued stabbing brutally forward. Debbie did her best to avoid any repetitions of the incident where she had cried. Even though he was tearing her up with his sadistic stabs up her ass, she made it a point to keep quiet. She let out a few occasional gasps, but they were soft, so noiseless that nobody else could possibly hear them. All the while Steve continued stabbing closer toward orgasm. It felt good to apply his penis with vigorous skill. And it felt even better to derive sensation from her tight, beautiful asshole.
Debbie kept her gasps as low as possible until her brother Steve entered the final phase of the ass fuck. At that point he was hurting her so badly that she could barely hold back her anguished cries.
By the time she let out her third cry, Steve reached over and slapped her once more across the face as he went on ramming his slick, hard prick all the way into her ass. His lust-bloated balls slapped lewdly on her upturned buttocks.
"You're gonna suffer, Debbie, and you'd better do it in silence," he warned her.
Then he went back to gripping her buttock cheeks tightly, pinching them as his huge prick continued stabbing rhythmically in and out of her. He lifted his body forward with eagerness, driving his hot prick into her. Steve was on the verge of orgasm now.
Tears began to splash down Debbie's cheeks as the pain intensified and the cock stabs became sharper, even deeper. Several savage stabs later he let a prolonged gasp himself. At that precise interval the prick-juice deluge occurred. His white, hot juice shot from the head of his mammoth penis and flowed high into her asshole.
"Ohhh," he gasped as he felt the electrical sexual thrills surging through his body when her ass grabbed at his prick.
As Steve pulled his now satisfied prick out of his sister's asshole he felt great joy and relief. He had achieved his objective. He'd shoved his pecker into Debbie's asshole until it had shot. However, she was feeling completely different.
Even though Steve had pulled his penis out of her butt, it still remained sore. Not only that, but her face still stung from the sharp slaps he had administered. A burning rage was surfacing inside of her. She had been humiliated by her own brother in ways that no girl should have to tolerate. Debbie had always had a slow temper, but one which erupted with bitter intensity once it was pushed to its lengths.
She looked at him as she reached back to massage her sore ass. And Steve looked at her strangely.
"What the hell is wrong?" he asked her.
"Nothing," Debbie told him.
But she was thinking plenty, and her smoldering eyes indicated to him the outrage that she felt.
"You're going away after all," he reminded her.
"Yes, and I'll be glad to get away from you," she said bitterly.
Her voice was rising and Steve was once again afraid that if she got any angrier she would alert their parents to what had taken place.
"Relax, sis," he told her. "You don't have a good attitude."
He walked naked out of her bedroom and as she saw him striding away she felt only contempt and hate for him. He had degraded her with the brutal anal intercourse performance. And she could never forgive him.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
When it was time to leave for Aunt Harriet's, Debbie was grateful that only her mother was teeing her off.
The old Union Train Station was bustling with holiday activity. Its marble floors, high arched ceilings and worn dark brown leather benches bespoke another era.
"Now you take care and tell Aunt Harriet that we only wish we could join you." Her mother smiled.
She kissed her mother good-bye and then got on the train, heading for the mountain village where her aunt lived.
As Debbie sat on the train, she noticed a young man across the aisle who appealed to her. He was blond, medium height, and looked like a vacationing student. His heavy dark blue bulky knit sweater could not conceal his muscular shoulders. He came over and sat down beside Debbie when she caught his eye.
"Do I know you?" He grinned.
"No, I don't think so?"
"Are you going to Mammoth?" he asked with marked interest "Why?"
"That's where Fm going," he replied.
He didn't say any more as the train finally took off. Debbie glanced out the window and could hardly wait until she arrived at the small village where her Aunt Harriet had a mountain home.
"We should get acquainted." The young man smiled. "You might like me once you got to know me."
"I doubt it," Debbie told him, looking out the window and trying to give him the cold shoulder.
He wasn't quite that easily put off. And before long he was introducing himself, in spite of the fact that she didn't really care to meet him.
"My name is Dave," he told her. "I saw your skis and I thought maybe you were going to the same place that I am."
Debbie turned and told him, "Can't you figure out that I'm not interested?"
As she spoke so coldly, she looked into Dave's blue eyes and saw his face flush with some embarrassment. All at once she felt guilty for being so difficult.
"All right, Dave," she told him, "I'll give it to you straight. I'm not interested in getting involved with anybody."
By this time Dave was so disgusted he didn't care what he said.
"You're missing getting acquainted with a very nice person--me." That did it.
"If you don't mind, I would like to sit by myself," Debbie said with irritation, getting away from him as quickly as she could and slipping into a seat by herself.
Three and a half hours later when the train pulled into the quaint, snow-laden mountain village where Harriet lived, Debbie was grateful. Dave hadn't bothered her anymore, but she still felt awkward and funny about the whole situation.
Harriet was there on the station platform to meet her. Debbie looked at her and an eager smile burst on her face.
"Hello, Aunt Harriet." She waved to her. "How are you?"
Harriet waved back to her, as she returned Debbie's smile, her breath frosting the air before her.
"I've been waiting for you in the cold," she complained, noticeably shivering as she huddled in her fawn-colored mink jacket, a bright green wool scarf tied casually about her neck. "Your train was late."
Harriet had her blue Monte Carlo parked nearby and it wasn't long before they were driving up a snow-banked picturesque winding mountain road to her remote house.
"It was nice of you to want to come and spend the holidays with me," Harriet informed her. "But I'm a little bit surprised."
Debbie didn't understand the full import of that statement. Later that evening, sitting before a large flagstone fireplace whose crackling logs created warmth in the living room, Harriet spoke honestly with Debbie as she handed her niece a cup of hot chocolate.
"Your mother has always objected to me," Harriet explained.
"Mother has never said anything negative to me about you," Debbie told her.
"No, but she's thought plenty," Harriet insisted, "You see, I am the black sheep of the family."
Details of Harriet's life that had never been revealed to Debbie before were now bursting forth with a sudden gush of sentimentality and nostalgia.
"Your grandparents were very difficult," Harriet confided, "and your mother and I were brought up in such a straight-laced manner that it was impossible for me to be happy at home. I decided I should accept the challenge of being a career woman and go out on my own."
"Oh, did you go to business school?" the young girl asked innocently.
"No, I went to Vegas and became a showgirl," she smiled proudly.
"I didn't know you'd ever been in show business," Debbie exclaimed. "How exciting."
Harriet looked away vaguely as the dazzling life that she'd led on the Las Vegas stages all flashed back to her in a burst of sudden glory. Here was a young, eighteen-year-old girl with her life stretching out before her, trying to determine which road to take. Would she try some costly shortcuts? Or would it be the tough, grueling, hard-work way?
"Ill bet you had a wonderful time," Debbie told her admiringly.
In some ways it wasn't easy for Harriet to talk about it, for it brought back many memories that were torturous as well as pleasurable. However, she wanted to even a couple of scores with her self-righteous sister who'd always kept her life a secret from everyone.
"I had a lot of fun kicking up my heels." Harriet laughed. "And I made some very choice contacts. That's how I managed to buy this mountain retreat."
Debbie was completely taken aback. She knew to little about Harriet's personal affairs that when she heard her unraveling her colorful life in a patchwork style, she listened intently.
"I met someone," she explained, "who got along with me very well. I decided to accept his proposal and we had a truly beautiful life."
"Did you marry him?" Debbie asked. "I didn't know that you ever got married."
"No, I was his mistress," she explained reflectively. "He was a Las Vegas lawyer and had a very successful practice. He specialized in divorce
"Oh, I see," Debbie said pensively. "Mom would say you were living in sin." Debbie's words jolted Harriet and she didn't hesitate to tell her what she thought about that connotation being placed on her personal life.
"Living in sin, my ass." She shook her head. "I was giving happiness to a very lonely man who needed it so desperately."
As Debbie listened to Harriet talk, she could tell that she was justifying her conduct at every turn.
"I think I'll fix myself a drink," Harriet informed her flatly.
"Mind if I join you?" Debbie asked. "Not at all," Harriet told her. "An eighteen-year-old girl ought to be able to drink a little, m mix you my favorite. I like to have a bourbon and Seven and I always have the best bourbon. Now just put your hot chocolate aside."
Debbie was delighted at how delicious the bourbon and Seven tasted.
"I can see why you like this, Aunt Harriet," she said, gulping her drink down much too quickly.
"Slow down." Harriet laughed. "You're gonna put a tiger in your tank before you know it."
Over drinks Harriet revealed more about her colorful past.
"My adorable lover," she explained, "tried his very best to spare me from any sadness in life. He kept me in a posh apartment on the better side of Vegas. I didn't have to kick up my heels at the club, but I enjoyed dancing. So I went right on performing and carrying on with him, too. It was beautiful relationship until... "
Harriet hesitated momentarily as tears clouded her eyes, streaking her heavy make-up as they trickled down her rouged cheeks. Debbie looked at her closely, then turned her head away, feeling almost like an intruder witnessing a very touching personal scene.
Even though Harriet's mountain home was beautiful, Debbie thought there was a strange air of sadness about it. There were cumbersome dark wood beams on the ceiling, and expensive etchings fined the walls. The furniture was beige leather and mere were a couple of white bearskin rugs on the polished pegwood floor. A churning cadence of bowling wind was amplified in the silence that followed as Harriet looked at the lacy snowflake patterns on the frosted window, the flickering glow from the fireplace casting ever changing shadows of light and darkness across her intense face that seemed to contrast perfectly with her vivid past Then solemnly, her eyes focused on Debbie. It was apparent to Debbie that Harriet's life had been a roller-coaster ride; one minute soaring to the heights and the next--the frenzied, rushing ride down.
Harriet began to unravel her past. "That dreadful woman that my lover was married to," she reflected angrily, "put a private investigator on us. She tracked him to me. And after that she went to my boss at the Vegas club where I was working. She told him what a contemptible woman I was and aid she was going to take him to the cleaners. After she finished with him, she said he could go on welfare."
At this point Debbie couldn't help feel some sympathy for her troubled aunt
"What happened?" she asked curiously.
"I'll tell you what happened," she said slowly, then went silent. "... He killed her... " she hesitated. "Somehow I couldn't blame him... Now he's serving time--the rest of his life."
"Do you ever get to visit him?"
Harriet nodded, salty tears burrowing tiny rivulets through her heavy make-up as they stained her cheeks.
"I've been fighting for conjugal visits," she explained, "but I haven't had any success."
"Conjugal visits?" Debbie asked, not understanding. "What's that?"
"Conjugal visits permit male prisoners to have the beauty of a sexual relationship with a woman," she explained. "They're caged in prison like animals. A lot of them resort to having sex with each other, so I have taken it upon myself to fight for human rights for lifers."
Debbie looked at her in amazement.
"I've heard of taking a lifer to dinner," she admitted, "but I've never heard about taking a lifer to bed."
"Well, now you've heard all the dirt," Harriet said solemnly. "I've carried a torch for him a long, long time. Of course, I've had to think of myself and my own life. So I will confess that I've done a few things I'm not proud of."
That whetted Debbie's appetite all the more.
"What have you done, Aunt Harriet? I hope you haven't killed anybody," she said suspiciously.
Harriet couldn't help bursting into laughter, breaking the solemn mood as she listened to Debbie express her far-out fears. Going over to the bar she mixed herself another drink and came back to sit down beside the comforting fireplace on the white bearskin rug.
"Of course not," she said. "What kind of an aunt do you think I am?"
"I was just trying to find out," Debbie told her.
Finally Harriet revealed more of her life.
"I joined an exclusive dating service," she explained, "that caters to very wealthy men who go to fashionable resorts for a much needed rest"
Debbie couldn't understand the connection.
"Much needed rest?"
"They get a chance to rest from their wives," she explained, "and I provide a much needed service. They need the warm, feminine friendship of an understanding woman like me." Still not quite certain of what Harriet was talking about, Debbie asked her to explain further. "I hope I don't have to draw you a picture," Harriet quipped, "but I'll tell you what I'm talking about. I recognize that many women in our society have been brainwashed. They feel it is distasteful to provide a man with various forms of unusual sex such as fellatio or cunnilingus, to name two. I try to help where I can." Realizing now precisely what she was referring to Debbie was stunned.
"You mean you're a mail-order hooker?"
Harriet was slightly outraged by her niece's frank remark. Getting to her feet she paced nervously back and forth on the pegwood floor, the click of her high heels indicating her flaring temper.
"I don't like you looking down on me," she slurred. The liquor was obviously getting to her.
"Oh, I don't look down on you, Aunt Harriet," Debbie assured her. "As a matter of fact, I only wish that I could find the happiness that you have enjoyed. I, too, have a great problem."
When Harriet calmed down enough to listen to Debbie's problem, she was amazed at the fact that Debbie had so much experience.
"You mean you have a boyfriend?" She smiled. "At eighteen years of age?"
"Yes, and I've been intimate with him," Debbie confessed.
"I hope you're not pregnant and have come to me to get an abortion. I don't believe in that. If that's the reason you've decided to spend this holiday with me, you can go right back home."
Debbie shook her head gravely.
"It hasn't come to that yet," she admitted, "and I hope it never does. Yet it could. I'm going with a real sex pistol."
"You're much too young to be carrying on," Harriet insisted. "You need to find some way to satisfy your carnal needs." She hesitated, and then said huskily, "I have the perfect solution for you."
Debbie's eyes widened noticeably.
"What kind of a solution, Aunt Harriet?"
"A dildo," she announced. "I'll tell you all about it."
Harriet left the living room a moment. When she returned seconds later she was carrying a pink plastic replica of a male sexual organ.
"What on earth do you have that for?" Debbie asked innocently.
"It's for a very good purpose, dear," Harriet told her niece, "and there's nothing wrong with using it I've used them for years when I've needed to."
It was puzzling for Debbie to understand what she was talking about.
"Why don't you come into the bedroom with me?" Harriet invited her. "Then I could explain it even better."
For a moment Debbie turned away, gazing at the flowing embers in the fireplace, embarrassed by the boldness of her aunt.
Harriet looked lustfully at Debbie's curvaceous body, her eager eyes tracing the outline of the beautiful teenager's tempting breasts.
CHAPTER TWELVE
At first Debbie was startled by the talk of the dildo. However, when she turned to look at the plastic replica of the male sex organ, a strange curiosity rose within her. She hesitated. And then a magnetlike force drew her into Harriet's bedroom.
The lavender walls of the master bedroom were complemented by the quilted white satin bedspread on the king-size bed in the middle of the large room. The white satin drapes were drawn and the light from the crystal lamps which hung on either side of the inviting bed cast multicolored sparkled about the room.
"Some say a dog is man's best friend," she smiled slyly, "but I say a dildo is a girl's best friend."
At first Debbie felt uneasy. Yet as she listened to her Aunt Harriet she became fascinated.
"Have you ever heard about the San Francisco Lady Finger-Fuckers Association?" she asked seriously.
"Why, no, Aunt Harriet," Debbie exclaimed, startled at such a lewd thought
"That's not the technical name they give their organization," she admitted candidly, "but that's what it really is. A group of women who get together in sunny San Francisco to finger themselves and tell each other how to do it. Many women never achieve climax, so the lovely ladies of San Francisco have banded together to research ways to obtain the best orgasms."
"I suppose there's nothing wrong with wanting to have a good orgasm," Debbie admitted, "but that's never been my problem."
Harriet was paying no attention to Debbie. She was starting to undress as she stood in front of the mirrored closet doors. This made Debbie feel nervous.
"Maybe I'd better go back to the living room,"
she suggested quietly. Harriet shook her head. She walked over to the bedroom door and closed it firmly. "You're staying here with me, Debbie," she informed her. "Your old Aunt Harriet's gonna teach a couple of things." Debbie wasn't certain what she was talking about, yet she was afraid she knew. "I think you ought to know how one woman can provide erotic pleasure for another," she told her. When Harriet had pulled off her yellow silk blouse and was slipping out of her brown plaid wool skirt, Debbie got the shock of her life. For she discovered that her Aunt Harriet wasn't wearing panties. She also discovered she wasn't wearing a brassiere either. To Debbie's amazement, Harriet's firm jutting bosoms stood up proudly by themselves. The distended erect red nipples indicated how aroused she had become. More than that, she observed that Harriet had shaved her pussy hair.
"What do you think of it?" Harriet smiled, patting her pubic vee proudly.
"You've got a shaved pussy," Debbie said in amazement.
"You bet I have," she told her, "and I'm real proud of it. A lot of men like to see what they're eating, if you know what I mean."
The pliant folds of her vagina were spread by her thumbs as she pulled her cuntlips apart. The exposed wet, glistening pink flesh somehow did look inviting and appealing to Debbie. But it seemed completely wrong that her Aunt Harriet was exposing herself like this to her. Vividly she recalled that a young man who exposes his cock to a girl is technically a flasher. She wondered what Harriet would be called.
Stark naked, Harriet walked over to her niece. The sparkling shadows of crystal light played enticingly across her voluptuous nude body. "Take off your clothes, Debbie."
Aunt Harriet's obvious lesbian tendencies caused Debbie to turn away as a shiver of uncertainty flashed through her. The very thought of doing anything of an erotic nature with another woman was not only repellent to her--it seemed disturbingly unnatural.
"Why are you turning away from me?"
A whirl of confusion was spinning through Debbie's mind. She didn't want to say any word that would hurt her troubled aunt. Nevertheless, she had to be true to herself. Occasionally she had encountered masculine girls in the gym locker room at high school. She was certain they were eyeing her and getting some very erotic sensations from doing so. As a matter of fact, Debbie felt edgy undressing in front of certain other girls in the locker room.
"I've seen it all before, baby," Harriet slurred, moving silently toward her appealing niece. "Now I think it wouldn't hurt if you let me see you."
Caught between returning home to an incestuous relationship with her brother Steve, or submitting to the licentious desires of her horny Aunt Harriet, Debbie decided that it might not hurt to permit Harriet to have a glimpse of her nude body.
Slowly the brown-haired young girl turned around, her cautious eyes meeting Harriet's lustful gaze.
"I suppose this comes as quite a surprise to you," her aunt smirked.
Debbie couldn't find words to express her emotions at that moment. It was much too amazing for her to say anything. Tears sprang to her eyes as she recognized the trap she was entering. However, her tears had no effect on Harriet.
"Please take off your clothes," Harriet whispered softly to her young, trembling niece. "You told me you've been carrying on with a high school stud. I can teach you how to satisfy yourself without risking getting pregnant. Some of those selfish studs enjoy getting a nice girl pregnant."
Slowly undressing now, Debbie slipped out of her skirt and sweater and was reduced to her silky white panties and her overflowing lacy white brassiere. Harriet's eyes feasted on her nubile young bosoms with the dark nipples pressing enticingly against the delicate sheer fabric of her brassiere. The warm breast flesh attracted her so much she couldn't resist unfastening the hooks on Debbie's bra so she could gain a view of the bosoms free from any restraint. Once the bothersome brassiere had fallen to the floor, Harriet's eyes glistened with rapturous approval.
"You've got a beautiful body, Debbie." She smiled. Closing her eyes dreamily, she inhaled Debbie's delicious girlish fragrance.
Still quite embarrassed, a slightly quivering Debbie stood there ever so patiently as Harriet deftly slipped off her skimpy panties. The moment Harriet's eyes caught sight of Debbie's curly brown pubic hair she licked her lips in anticipation.
"That's what I call beautiful," she whispered in a husky voice.
Harriet's hungry eyes feasted on Debbie's pussy. She couldn't hold back another moment from touching her there. Slowly Harriet's hands reached up and gently pinched the pink nipples of the girl's young bosoms.
"You're so beautiful." Harriet sighed as she massaged her soft breasts. "I wish you had visited me I sooner. I might have been able to make some good | connections for you."
Reaching down now, Harriet stroked her vagina. Gradually inserting her finger, she found her clit was erect.
"You're horny," she told Debbie. Manipulating her quivering clit a moment or two more, she got her excited.
"Let's go over to the bed," Harriet suggested. Debbie followed her over to the bed as if pulled by a magnet. It was amazing to her how hot she was becoming. She could feel her wildly throbbing cunt becoming wet and slick. And then she noticed Harriet strapping on the pink plastic dildo. Harriet could hardly wait to have sex with such a young beautiful teenage girl.
"Don't ever mention this to your parents," she warned Debbie as the serious side surfaced for a brief flash.
"Of course not," she promised. She knew that Harriet had worn a mask. She had pretended to be such a conservative person. After the mask had slipped off it was evident she was all eager to engage in some strange sexual excitement.
Going over to the bed the first thing Harriet did was straddle her young niece's naked body. She slid down between her thighs and started lapping away at her sensitive, hot vagina. It became so stimulating for Debbie that she was on the verge of an immediate orgasm.
"Stop it," she begged. "I want you to shove that plastic prick in me. I'm almost cumming."
A look of delight surfaced swiftly on Harriet's face. She realized now that her niece was coming close to matching her own desires. Intrigued by the fact that the stunning young teenager wanted to have sex with her, she let her fingers play excitedly around her pulsating pussy.
"What are you doing?" Debbie asked anxiously as she realized her aunt was going to get her gushing if she kept that up for very long.
With determination Harriet kept her fingers fucking vibrantly. The fire in her pussy was burning in an uncontrollable blaze now. The passionate excitement that Debbie felt was being shared by another woman. A beautiful woman. All of this had come as a surprise to her. The overpowering desire for orgasm filled her entire body. She knew at this moment that she was thrilling to the licentious acts that were taking place.
After a few hot stabs with her finger, she got her to orgasm. And then, using the vaginal juices to coat her fingers, she quickly pulled out of her pussy and entered Debbie's tight asshole.
"Ohhh, that feels so good;' Debbie moaned as the lewd act continued.
Pulling her finger from Debbie's asshole, Harriet proceeded to fuck her cunt. She applied a thin coating of slippery KY to the pink plastic penis. Reaching forward she took Debbie's hand and told her to guide the plastic prick into her womanhood. Debbie's eyes lit up. Harriet placed a pillow behind her head to prop her up to the perfect angle so she could watch the erotic sight that was taking place at this very moment.
Reaching for the slippery pink plastic penis, the young girl guided it into her pouting pussy.
"Ohhh," Debbie groaned as she felt Harriet driving the dildo into her with tempestuous zeal.
A mischievous smile played about Debbie's lips now. She had come to Harriet for help, and Harriet was helping her, all right.
"Like it?" Harriet asked, her eyes aglow with erotic delight.
She nodded.
"Yes, yes," Debbie told her honestly.
Closing her eyes, Debbie lay back as a passionate smile played across her face.
"That's what I call a good warm-up," Harriet panted as she began pumping the dildo in with the tempo picking up now.
She rode her with hard, deep strokes.
"Ohhh," Debbie panted as her vaginal muscles clasped the thick plastic penis. "Fuck me, fuck me," she begged, as her willing aunt kept pumping.
The voluptuous warmth of Harriet's body, coupled with the overpowering pleasure of the big plastic cock riding rhythmically in her cunt, stimulated Debbie until she was almost out of her mind.
"You are really enjoying this, I can tell," Harriet gasped.
She kept on riding the plastic prick into her niece's tight twat. Her eyes feasted on the young girl's naked body as she pumped up and down in response to the driving dildo stabs.
"Ohhh, Debbie, fuck back to me," Harriet pleaded as her passionate lust became a whirlpool in which she was hopelessly enmeshed.
A misty sheen of perspiration covered the beautiful body of the young girl. Harriet could hardly wait to suck her nipples. She wanted to lash her tongue back and forth over her trim thighs. With wanton desire she was eager to feel Debbie's tight young cunt muscles gripping at the devastating plastic cock that was plunging deeper with every glorious thrust.
"Grab my ass while I'm fucking you," Harriet begged.
Debbie's fingers applied themselves to her firm, round asscheeks. Harriet reveled in the soothing massaging sensations of Debbie's fingers gripping her buttocks. She was noticing Debbie's body quiver in passionate abandon as the plastic cock rode her in a regular tempo.
"Don't worry," Harriet told her, "Fm just getting ready to give you the big thrill."
She began stabbing the plastic cock in with harder, deeper plunges. The two women's bodies thrashed in wild sexual frenzy as all inhibitions were released in a torrent of raging sensuous excitation.
"Ohhh, fuck, fuck," Harriet gasped. She was insanely driving the dildo into her young niece. It was stimulating Debbie's clitoris in such a fantastic way that Debbie thrust her legs in an intense grip about her aunt. Their bodies were slippery from the heat of their passionate lovemaking as Harriet zealously continued screwing. Debbie's fingers slipped to Harriet's ass crevice. Parting her buttocks, she gently eased her finger up her ass.
"Ohhh, yes, yes," Harriet begged as she continued sliding the plastic prick frantically between the grasping, lush folds of Debbie's quivering cunt.
"I want it," the young girl begged. "Screw me, screw me."
At this point their bodies were writhing in violent spasms. Maintaining a brisk pace of hot, ramming dildo stabs generated a torrent of lust in Debbie's twat which quickly transmitted itself to Harriet. At this moment Harriet was on the precipice of a raging orgasm. Their spirited movements continued as their lusty, slippery bodies noisily slapped together in a blaze of cataclysmic energy as Harriet continued to drive the dildo into Debbie, lancing the teenager's tender pussy flesh with unceasing energy. Basking in an erotic blaze of glory, they released their pent-up passions of consuming lust in a violent crescendo of ultimate achievement Crushing her breasts on Debbie's bosoms, Harriet pressed her sensuous red lips in an open-mouth kiss on Debbie's parted, quivering lips. Greedily she locked on Debbie's tongue, quaking with emotion as if she could devour her.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
When Harriet drew the dripping plastic penis from Debbie's vagina, she caressed her breasts appreciatively.
"You're beautiful," she whispered tenderly.
The enthusiasm that Debbie displayed at wanting to satisfy her pleased her.
"I want to learn all about sex," Debbie confessed. "I want to try everything once."
This caused Harriet's eyes to light up.
"I want to teach you all there is to know about sex," she assured her.
It seemed as if she couldn't derive enough thrills from her young niece's body.
"Tonight, darling," she told her, "we must get, some rest. Tomorrow I have an appointment in the city. But I will leave you here. I'm expecting something in the mail and I want to make sure someone is here, otherwise I'll have to go to the post office and wait in a long line."
They slid off the rumpled white satin spread and walked toward the lavish bathroom. Harriet and Debbie showered together. Debbie looked admiringly and appreciatively at the pink plastic penis while Harriet rinsed it.
"When you're alone, dear," Harriet suggested helpfully, "you can use this plastic dildo. I would give you one but I wouldn't want your mother to find it. She might think I'm a bad influence."
After they dried off, they returned naked to the bedroom. Debbie looked in awe at the cock-shaped vibrator that Harriet removed from the bottom dresser drawer. She was certain that this could bring her thrills as she needed them.
"You see, you flip it on," Harriet said.
At that point she inserted the vibrating dildo into her own vagina. A smile formed on Harriet's lips as me erotic sensations of a passionate moment surfaced on her face.
"Wow!" she exclaimed. "Does that ever feel fantastic! Just like the real thing."
It bothered Debbie when she said, "the real thing." For her mind instantly flashed back to her Brother's rigid, hard cock. In a way she had to adjust plastic penises were exciting, but they could never compare to the real live thing.
Harriet was standing in front of the full-length wardrobe mirrors, her soft hair falling in provocative disarray about her naked shoulders, her lithe legs parted.
"What do you think of it?" Harriet asked, pumping the vibrating dildo into her grasping cunt until she became red with ecstatic frenzy.
Throwing her head from side to side as she stood before the mirrors, she watched her jiggling bosoms and her pumping, grinding cunt clutching at the driving, vibrating dildo.
"It looks like fantastic pleasure," Debbie sighed.
At this point Harriet suggested something that made young Debbie flinch.
"Why don't you get on your knees, dear," she whispered invitingly.
"What did you say, Aunt Harriet?" Debbie asked, hoping she heard her wrong.
"I want you to enjoy my pussy," she whispered seductively. "Just drop to your knees. Right here--now--in front of the mirror, so you can watch."
Suddenly the awareness of the trap that she had sprung for herself came to Debbie. A trap of lust from which she could not escape. Slowly the naked teenage girl dropped to her knees between her aunt's glistening thighs. She could sniff the heady scent of her womanhood.
"I want you to use your tongue."
The idea of licking her didn't appeal to Debbie.
"Men have gone ape to lick me," Harriet whispered huskily, remembering her erotic nights in Las Vegas on the Strip.
At this point the timid young teenager let her hands reach up to her aunt's fleshy buttocks. Slowly she brought her mouth to the ragged pink flesh of her aunt's vagina. Her hesitation somehow excited Harriet to a new plateau of arousal.
"Eat it," she exclaimed breathlessly.
At that very instant Debbie's lapping pink tongue caused Harriet to cum. Frantically she clasped Debbie's head to her crotch.
"Ohhh," Harriet groaned in lavish sensual abandon.
Erotic thrills flashed through her body with a searing heat. Hastily drawing the slippery plastic vibrator from her juicing vagina, she watched Debbie's reaction to her cumming. Dropping the sticky vibrator to the floor, she grabbed Debbie's head and ground her hot cunt in her face.
"Lick it, lick it," she begged with an intensity that shocked her young niece.
Squeezing Harriet's buttocks, Debbie's tongue stabbed into her heated vagina.
Harriet was a woman who knew what she wanted and she was willing to go to any lengths to satisfy her keen sexual urges. With light tongue lashes Debbie licked at her hot slit. The somewhat hesitant flicking of Debbie's tongue annoyed Harriet
"That would never satisfy any woman," she complained. "You can do better than that. Lash it with your tongue like your boyfriend eats your box when he takes you to the drive-in movies," she urged emphatically.
At that point Debbie threw aside her inhibitions. She recognized she couldn't satisfy Harriet unless she got in there and sucked as she insisted she should. Reaching down to grip her head, Harriet helped her, running her fingers soothingly through Debbie's soft hair. When she heard the loud sucking, slurping sounds of Debbie's mouth at her cunt, she became so excited she soared to the pinnacle of ecstasy.
"Ohhh, suck me, suck me!" she begged passionately. "Get right in there and lick."
Her raging genital heat made Debbie's mouth and nose damp. She seemed to be drowning in her warm, sweet love juices, and this pleased her Aunt Harriet. At this moment Harriet was carried away, by the breathless excitement of this new experience. She hadn't an ounce of guilt within her being. All that had vanished long ago. This unique relationship, with her young niece sucking unashamedly between her widely splayed legs while her hips undulated and her vagina pressed against her face, made her sexual fantasies come to life.
"Keep kissing me," she begged.
Debbie grasped Harriet's beautifully sculptured asscheeks and squeezed them. At the same time she kept her head bowed in her aunt's cunt, licking, kissing, and sucking her there. It excited her enormously to have her tongue gliding deep inside of | the mysterious crack.
When Debbie finally got to her feet, her mind reeled dizzily as she realized what she had actually done.
"What's wrong?" Harriet asked.
All of a sudden Debbie collapsed. The shock of surrender to lesbian sex had been too much for her to absorb. It didn't take Harriet long to grip the young girl tightly in her arms and carry her lovingly over to the bed. She gently slapped her cheeks.
"Where am I?" Debbie asked dazedly.
"You're with me, darling," Harriet whispered gently, her voice tremoring with emotion.
She locked her arms around the young girl, pressing her great bosoms against hers. Harriet could feel the beautiful teenager's heart racing rapidly.
"I... Fm sorry," Debbie apologized.
"It's all right," Harriet whispered reassuringly.
Harriet let Debbie sleep alone that night. The following morning she prepared breakfast for her. Debbie was hungry and she felt as though she had come through an erotic experience that had changed her forever. She could never again be the same innocent girl she had been.
"How do you feel this morning?" Harriet smiled.
"Just fine," Debbie replied.
Debbie was looking out the white-curtained kitchen windows at the snow banks on the mountainside.
"I can hardly wait to go skiing," she told her aunt.
"Well go this afternoon," Harriet promised her.
"I have some last minute Christmas shopping to do, first. If you'll stay here and wait for the mail to be delivered, I'll do all of the shopping."
Harriet let Debbie finish her breakfast alone and then she kissed her goodbye. It was a simple light kiss on her cheek and that made Debbie feel better. For she still experienced an edgy sensation over the fact that she had engaged in sexual activity with another female. It all seemed so sick and wrong, she just couldn't bring herself to accept it.
During the time that Harriet was gone, Debbie busied herself by doing the dishes, after which she relaxed, sitting on the sofa. It was so cold she knew she needed to put on a warmer sweater. The flickering fireplace wasn't heating the house well enough.
Debbie slipped into her new white cashmere turtle-neck sweater. It complemented her burgundy wool slacks beautifully. She brushed her luxurious brown hair, letting it fall dramatically to her shoulders. Intently she looked at herself in the mirror. Was she any different than she had been before? Had these affairs with her brother and now with her aunt transformed her life forever? Debbie knew she was willful and wild. Yet she felt that she was born to have sex with men, and the affair with her Aunt Harriet left a bad taste in her mouth.
She went downstairs and turned on a soap opera on television. As she listened to the interesting story of Day After Day she couldn't help losing herself. The picture opened with a man who was dying. He complained about all that he'd been through in his lifetime. He explained the anguish and agony that he had suffered through every step of his life, and said he was glad that the curtain was to fall on the drama he had lived so gallantly. The very next scene showed a baby being born--his grandchild. And the mother and grandmother were saying, "Just think of all that you have before you."
That scene, a morbid aftermath to the preceding scene as far as Debbie was concerned, was disturbing. When the mailman finally did arrive, she was surprised to see such a good-looking young man. She got a strange and hungry urge for his body. Maybe sex with a man could feed the natural hunger that she felt to go straight. After all sex with her brother, Steve, was far from normal. And sex with her Aunt Harriet was sick, sick, sick. She needed a man who was horny and hot to remove from her the mantle of guilt that hung over her, dosing out any rays of sunshine that might disperse the darkness in her life. As the mailman eyed the white sweater Debbie wore, he was impressed with sensual curves.
"I've got a couple of packages here," the mail-Ban told her.
"Oh, you're cold out there." She smiled. "Why didn't you come in? You must have some coffee to warn you up."
The mailman smiled and told her, "I'm used to cold up here."
"But I'll bet you could still stand a cup of coffee," Debbie persisted.
"All right," he finally agreed. "The young mailman little suspected what the young teenage girl was up to. It wasn't immediately evident to him that she was putting the make on him.
"Do you want cream and sugar?" Debbie asked with a smile as she finished heating up the coffee.
"Make mine black," he told her.
As he sat at the kitchen table sipping his coffee a few moments later, he couldn't help eyeing her bulging sweater and her well-displayed bosoms.
"I guess you're visiting," he said pleasantly.
"Yes, I'm visiting my Aunt Harriet," Debbie acknowledged.
"Oh, that's nice," he said as he finished sipping his coffee.
"I'll bet you get tired on your job this time of year," she told him. "Yes, I do," he agreed.
"Don't you ever do anything to break the monotony?" She smiled suggestively as she leaned forward.
The mailman could feel his cock harden as he looked at the voluptuous girl's body.
At that point Debbie made a very bold move. She reached under the kitchen table and felt him. Her aggressive fingertips pressed against his bulging crotch as he looked down.
"Don't tempt me," he warned.
"You've got something nice between your leg that has to be taken care of," the young girl whispered enticingly.
"Yes," he admitted candidly, "but not here."
Paying no attention to his protests, Debbie]
slowly unfastened his leather belt. Then she boldly unzipped his fly and let her hand slip under his tight-fitting white cotton shorts. She could feel the steady throb of his huge cock.
"You must want it real bad," he told her.
Debbie nodded.
"I've seen a lot of cock-hungry women," the mailman said under his breath, "but I've never seen a teenage girl this horny for a pecker."
Debbie wasted no time in telling him her feelings. "I'm a girl who likes sex," she said abruptly.
His cock jumped to life.
"I don't want you saying I raped you," he told her frankly, as he felt her hand grasping his huge, throbbing penis and pulling on it.
"All right!" Debbie exclaimed as she went on pulling his rock-hard cock.
With each grasp on his penis he became harder.
"I want to go down on it," she begged breathlessly.
"Not here," he cautioned, glancing over his shoulder.
There was no stopping Debbie now. She got under the kitchen table and reached for his naked penis. Quickly she pulled it to her lips. Her pink tongue darted out and licked at the tip of it. She could feel his cock quiver in her hands as she reached for his balls, starting to massage them as
"Suck me," he whispered anxiously. "Go on, baby, suck me, suck me."
Her mouth gripped his cock firmly. A suction was generated in the tip of his throbbing cock and soon he was shoving it in her with a regular, steady rhythm.
"Suck on it," he gasped excitedly. "Go ahead, baby, suck my prick. Suck it good."
Willfully she sucked on his huge, throbbing penis. She couldn't seem to get enough of his cock in her greedy mouth.
"Eat it," he exclaimed excitedly.
He watched her cheeks pull in as she began whimpering and sucking with passion. Reaching down, the mailman gripped the young girl's head. He shoved his whole body forward now, sliding his cock deeply down her throat. The most blissful sensation in the world, as far as Debbie was concerned, was having a big thick prick in her mouth. She liked to suck on it. She could hardly wait for that moment when his twitching cock would explode its creamy, hot cum in her eagerly sucking mouth.
"Eat it," he panted as he kept pumping it into her mouth.
Debbie's lips fastened firmly on his hugeness. She closed her eyes in awe as she sucked on his great cock. The mailman was panting as he pumped it savagely into her.
"Baby, get it off fast," he urged. "I don't want Harriet coming back and catching us."
Debbie was determined to give him the best cock-suck she knew how. She spared nothing. Firmly she kept her lips fastened on his throbbing long penis as he rammed it down her throat. For a second it seemed as though she could barely breathe. She had to suck in air through her nose now, as he was filling her mouth with cock meat.
"I've got a lot of juice in there for you," he told her.
She knew that he was telling her the truth. Her fingers reached for his lust-bloated balls. Debbie massaged them excitedly now as her mouth traveled the length of his thick, rigid cock.
"Eat it," he cried out in lewd, wanton passion. "Come on, suck off. Swallow it."
With her lips fastened firmly on his throbbing long prick, she was determined to get all of his cum.
"Ohhh," the mailman groaned as he watched the young girl sucking on his prick.
He gripped her head as he was about to cum and shot his wad.
"I'm cumming," he panted as he felt her lips grasp his cock as he exploded in a gushing torrent of male juices.
It was wonderful the way she sucked on his flavorful cockhead! His thick, creamy cum surged down her throat and she pulled back so she could roll it around on the tip of her tongue and taste it.
"Eat my meat," he begged anxiously. "Suck off."
Sucking on his cock presented a special pleasure to Debbie. She felt that she was doing something normal now. And it pleased her so much that the cock she was sucking was not her brother Steve's penis. It excited her to think that she was not engaging in a lesbian sexual act, either. Her throat was prepared for even deeper thrusts as she let him ram in. His cock was in so far now she could feel his balls slapping against her lips. He was writhing in passionate abandon as he went on shooting. Her soft, strong lips contracted rhythmically and her tongue lapped up his juices as her cheeks hollowed from such furious sucking.
"Eat it," he panted as his balls churned wildly.
Never before had he attained such a sexual high. It was wonderful the way this young girl's lips were accepting his slippery, long shaft. He enjoyed stroking the head of his cock against the back of her throat.
When he finished getting his rocks off, he eased his cock from her mouth. But she didn't want to pull off.
"Enough," he warned her. "A man can't take too much cock-sucking."
His penis tip was starting to tickle and he knew he had to get away from this cock-hungry, lustful teenager. He pushed her away firmly. Debbie got to her feet and watched as the mailman pulled up his shorts and pants, zipped up his fly and fastened his leather belt. He slipped on his heavy coat that he'd placed on a kitchen chair and picked up his mail bag.
"Thanks," he told her with a sly grin and turned to leave.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
After the mailman had thanked Debbie and gone, she felt normal. It was wonderful to have that feeling. The torture that had surfaced in her mind when she thought something was wrong with her had caused her face to flush and her heart to pound rapidly. Sometimes she even felt her palms becoming sweaty when she reflected on her sexual experiences.
Maybe she was wired wrong at the factory, she reasoned. It was comforting to know that she was beginning to lead a normal sexual life, at last. However, all of that ended when Harriet returned.
"Hi, baby." Harriet smiled as she hurried into the house to escape the wintry chill.
Her tan hooded mohair coat was covered with snow and she hastily went to the kitchen to brush it off.
"I don't know why I ever come here in the wintertime," Harriet admitted, "but I do love it. I guess it's because I need to get away from Vegas now and then."
The young girl looked at her aunt with such calmness and composure that Harriet became suspicious that something had taken place in her absence.
"Honey," she asked, "what happened while I was gone?"
Pretending that she couldn't understand why her aunt would observe any difference, Debbie shrugged.
"I don't know what you mean."
"You look so relaxed," Harriet explained.
"I've been looking at the snow falling," Debbie commented as she walked to the window and looked at the panorama of falling snowflakes before, her. The majestic snow-capped mountain peaks rose in the distance as Debbie looked dreamily through the frosted windowpanes.
"That always relaxes me, too," her aunt assured her. "By the way, I met someone at the market this morning that I'd like to have you meet. He's an old boyfriend."
When Debbie heard this she became upset
"An old boyfriend?" she asked.
"Yes, you will enjoy meeting him so much. Richard Lance. He's a famous writer who likes to come up here to unwind. I want him to meet you.
By the way, you've got to do something about your fingernails. Your mother is absurd not to help you. A young lady must look glamorous. Maybe I should take you to the manicurist myself. I think that Helen, who works there, could really do wonders with your hair and your fingernails. You must add a little sophistication."
At first Debbie could hardly admit to the fact that there was anything wrong with her. She was quite satisfied with herself as she was. And she didn't appreciate Harriet telling her that she needed to do anything to improve herself.
"Look, dear." Harriet smiled. "I want to help you. And the very best way is to have your hair styled and have a manicurist always do your nails. Your mother should provide for that."
That afternoon Harriet was true to her word. She took Debbie to a beauty salon where she was given a fashionable hairdo and then she took her to a manicurist. As if that Wasn't enough, Harriet even bought her some new clothes for her wardrobe.
"Consider it my Christmas gift to you, darling." She smiled as they walked out of the most fashionable small boutique in the quaint mountain village.
That night Richard Lance came to dinner. He was a tall, brown-haired, handsome man in his late thirties, with smooth skin and alert blue eyes. At first Debbie felt awkward and nervous, but Richard was a friendly person and seemed to enjoy Debbie a lot.
"I'm lucky I was invited to dinner tonight." He smiled at Harriet.
"Why?" Harriet asked, as if she didn't know. "I wouldn't have met Debbie if I hadn't been," he declared.
Harriet prepared a delicious dinner of filet mignon, asparagus tips, green salad, and mince pie for dessert. After dinner, Harriet suggested they all have something to drink. Debbie had enjoyed the bourbon and Seven and so she didn't hesitate to have some more to drink. But Harriet laced her drink with an aphrodisiac that she felt would assist her in her designs. Sitting in front of the blazing fireplace, Richard suddenly got a strange urge. He looked at the white bearskin rug and smiled.
"What are you smiling at?" Harriet asked Richard.
"I was thinking of how much fun it would be for the three of us to lie bare-ass naked on the bearskin rug."
Harriet immediately played down Richard's erotic suggestion.
"Debbie is just a high school girl," she reminded him.
"They give the best screws of all," Richard said emphatically.
"I think I'd better be going to bed," Debbie announced.
"Alone?" Richard smiled as he got to his feet.
"Aunt Harriet, will you excuse me?" Debbie asked, deliberately not looking Richard's way.
"Of course I will." Harriet smiled.
As Debbie started to leave, Richard tried to entice her.
"It isn't every day that you can experience a sexual triangle," he told her. "You could be making love to one part of my anatomy while Harriet makes love to another part of me. You ought to try a three-way."
Debbie had never been afraid of trying anything once. On a sudden impulse she turned and looked at Richard.
"Are you sure you're man enough to take on two women?" she asked him suggestively.
A persuasive smile formed around Richard's lips as he looked at her. Dramatically reaching for his fly he slowly started unzipping. "I'll let you judge that for yourself, young lady." Harriet's eyes glistened as she watched. Richard had the biggest cock she'd ever seen. That was precisely why she had invited him. She thought she would provide Debbie with something unusual and pleasurable at the same time. As the horny man unzipped his fly and reached in to pull out his thick, throbbing cock, Debbie's eyes widened in wonder. She had seen her brother's cock many times and once she'd even caught sight of her father's penis as he was about to insert it in her mother when she had opened their bedroom door by accident. But at this moment she was gazing at the biggest piece of man meat she had ever seen. "How big is it?" she asked incredulously. "It's big enough for you," he told her. Richard stroked his gigantic penis a couple of times and Debbie could see drops of crystal cum oozing at its quivering tip.
"Some women love to suck on it." He smiled proudly. "And some women love to have me fuck them with it. You can do anything you want with my pecker. Are you cock hungry?"
The deliberate boldness of his question stunned Debbie. She couldn't believe anyone could ever speak so bluntly. And then she remembered what Harriet had told her about conducting illicit affairs with married men. Perhaps Richard was a sexy leftover from her past life. She was only eighteen and her sex life was just beginning. And yet she knew she could give to Richard the pleasure that only a hot, horny, teenage girl could give. Going over to him with complete conviction, she reached out for his huge, throbbing cock and lovingly stroked on it a couple of times.
"Do you want to nibble it?" He smiled. "I... I just want to admire it," Debbie said as she examined the gigantic penis.
"You'd enjoy having it in your mouth." Harriet laughed. "But you might choke on it."
Debbie could feel the swelling tension of his cock as she pumped on it. He was getting harder.
"Oh, I would like to have that cock sliding in me," she admitted as she looked down at it.
The feelings that were going through her now were very much evident. She wanted Richard's immense throbbing penis tip touching the orifice of her vagina. And now she didn't hesitate to say so. "I want your cock," she admitted passionately. "I think it's time we take our clothes off," Harriet suggested.
Harriet had planned this three-way sexual moment. The crackling logs in the fireplace added the perfect illumination to their sexual activity. Harriet had deliberately drawn the drapes earlier and put the double bolt lock on the front door.
"I love to hear the wind whistling around the house and the snow falling while we're having sex," she said huskily.
Stripping first, she waited for Debbie to undress. Debbie reluctantly removed her sweater. Her fresh young bosoms with their red nipples loomed out enticingly. She hadn't bothered to wear a brassiere. She was dressing like her Aunt Harriet. When she removed her skirt, it was also evident she hadn't bothered to wear panties, either. This ignited Richard's erotic appetite.
"I guess your Aunt Harriet's teaching you how to dress. You've got to be ready for action at all times."
Richard didn't take long undressing. Hastily he slipped off his pale blue shirt, navy blue pants and blue suede shoes, then his socks and shorts. As he stood before the two women totally nude, his huge cock jutted out in front of his belly. A squeal of girlish delight issued from Debbie's lips. She could hardly wait to slip Richard's thick, swelling prick in her mouth.
"Who wants to be first?" he asked.
Harriet gestured toward Debbie.
"Debbie, I've had him," she whispered. "Now it's your turn."
Eagerly Debbie reached out and gripped the pulsating, mammoth prick in her hand. She pumped it up and down.
"All right." Richard groaned as he felt her hand giving him a super jack job.
His lustful eyes watched her intently now. He could see her twitching pussy moistening.
"Don't hold back," he urged. "Just keep jacking."
The oozing slit at the crown of his cock indicated just how stimulated he was. She pulled on the throbbing erection, getting him so excited he knew he'd better fuck her and fuck her fast.
"Why don't you stretch out on' that bearskin rug?" he suggested.
His pulsing cock throbbed powerfully in her hand. Debbie's mouth watered. He could hardly wait to slip his prick in her mouth and feel her sucking. Richard lay down on the bear skin rug in a supine position. Kneeling, Debbie started licking tenderly all around his crotch. She was lavishly sucking on his balls, and soon a probing finger snaked up his tight asshole.
"Very good," he exclaimed as she conveniently spread his thighs open wider.
Gripping his huge, thick prick she began sucking hard. Her head bobbed up and down on his thick man meat and soon she was giving him a frantic cock-suck.
"Ohhh, baby," he panted, "now you're doing it. But I want to screw your cunt. Before I shoot my wad you must pull off it."
She could taste Richard starting to cum. Reluctantly pulling off his thick, rigid cock, she did as he told her to.
"I want to lie on my side and let Harriet suck on my asshole while I screw your cunt," he explained.
That sounded different to Debbie. She lay on her side. The white bearskin rug tickled her naked body. Nothing mattered now except pleasing Richard and his huge penis. Richard guided every inch of his manhood into her. Her vaginal muscles bore down with the snapping grip of a lariat. Moments later Harriet was grasping his sinewy asscheeks. She pulled his buttocks apart as she let her tongue lick along his ass crevice. As his arrogant male rigidity plunged into Debbie's hot, clasping cunt, he felt Harriet's tongue slipping up his rectum. In a way, Harriet felt embarrassed about doing something like this in front of her niece. Yet this was the way she lived, and it didn't matter if Debbie knew. Obviously Debbie enjoyed orgies, too.
Richard pounded with graphic artistry, plunging rhythmically into Debbie's fiery cunt.
"Move your legs a little farther apart," he told her as his heart beat in his throat.
The young girl did as he told her to. She liked having his raiding member spearing into her. Then her entire body began responding to him. She was pumping back, grinding her vagina against him in heedless abandon.
"That feels fantastic," he told her. "Screw it."
He held -her quivering asscheeks and squeezed them frantically as he rammed it to her. The thrill of having Harriet's tongue surging up his asshole while Debbie's cunt grabbed his stone-hard cock had him going out of his mind with erotic pleasure. His pulsing peter rubbed masterfully in her pussy as he went on pumping ecstatically.
"I've never had anything like this," Debbie cried out as her clasping arms engulfed her lover like a praying mantis.
She wanted to feel his sinewy ass muscles as he rhythmically stabbed into her.
"Put your hands down on my ass," he told the young girl.
Reaching down, Debbie felt his firm, muscular buttocks. She could sense every movement as he rhythmically rammed it to her. At the same time she could hear her Aunt Harriet licking and sucking on Richard's asshole.
"Ohhh," Richard gasped, "fuck me, fuck me."
It was thrilling to have that big cock in her. She had never known anything could be quite so exciting. At last she was away from her brother, Steve. The willful, wild sexual urge that had compelled her to carry on with Steve was disappearing. And this excited and pleased her.
"You really know how to fuck," Debbie panted as she clutched his pumping buttocks.
He pressed his chest against her distended nipples. At the same time he told Harriet to stab her tongue farther up his ass.
"Oh, suck my ass," he ordered as the gnawing fury of sexual ardor overpowered him.
No force on earth could stop him from doing what he was doing now. He wrapped his arms hungrily around the young girl, pressing his hairy chest against her taut nipples. His throbbing cock drove into her with steady, deeper strokes. He could feel her adding moisture to his penis as he stabbed inside, making it easier to ride her slick cunt. She squirmed and started pushing against him. "Fuck me," he panted, as he drove in deeper. At the same time he was stimulated by the keen thrills that went through his asshole as Harriet sucked his butt. He enjoyed the slick, slurping sounds of her mouth, teeth and tongue nibbling at his ass and biting him there.
"Suck it," he hissed at Harriet as he glanced over his shoulder to see her licking out his ass.
Harriet was panting now as she glided her thick tongue deeper into his rectum. His anus was warm and super tight and well coated with her hot saliva. She could see his butt was writhing like a snake as he kept pumping his hips shamelessly into the young girl's cunt.
"Ohhh," Richard groaned, "I'm cumming. Fuck me, fuck me."
Debbie clutched him tightly as she ground her cunt against his pelvis and juiced. Harriet kept sucking at his asshole until he had finished his raging hot fuck. Finally he pulled his immense prick from Debbie's throbbing cunt. Harriet slid her tongue from his asshole and patted his buttocks.
At this point Debbie had to admit she had experienced the most stimulating, sensual moment in her young life.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
After their wild sexual intercourse, Richard suggested taking them all out for something to eat Even though they'd had a substantial dinner earlier that evening, their frenzied orgy action had burned up calories and energy in excess.
"I'm famished," Richard announced.
Debbie didn't feel like food at all. She wished she could talk her problems over with someone.
"Debbie, don't you want to go out?" Harriet smiled. "Richard is going to treat us."
Realizing that she had no choice in the matter, she simply complied by agreeing.
"All right," she said pleasantly.
Richard found a nice restaurant to take them to. It was on the lake. As they sat at the picture window and looked at the snow-covered mountains and me reflection of the moonlight on the icy lake, "Richard, suggested that Debbie could come and. live with her Aunt Harriet. For a moment it seemed like an excellent idea. Debbie admired Richard. He was such a handsome, take-charge type of person. His penetrating blue eyes did not for a moment betray the sort of erotic sexual activity that he enjoyed. Debbie was sufficiently aware of the right and wrong of sexual intercourse to realize the orgy that she had participated in with such wild abandon was definitely wrong. Yet there was something she enjoyed about sharing this handsome man's body with another woman. It was a real sensation that could never be matched by anything else.
"Debbie, what would your folks say if you did come to live with your Aunt Harriet?"
Debbie went silent. She was thinking about Steve. She hated to leave her brother, yet it would be a new life and a way out of the old problems that haunted her.
"It's not such a bad idea," Debbie admitted.
It was strange how all of a sudden the idea of changing her scene seemed wonderful.
"Richard has a beautiful home right on the lake-shore," Harriet enthused.
Richard chimed in, deciding he could use the home as a lure to get the young beautiful teenage girl to join him in his wanton sexual life.
"After our snack," he suggested in a gallant manner, "why don't we all drive to my lake house?"
Debbie was fascinated with the prospect of seeing the posh home where Richard resided. Once they left the restaurant they immediately drove to Richard's home. The view from the front was fantastic. It was an old-fashioned home with a white pillared veranda.
"Oh, this is beautiful," Debbie exclaimed excitedly.
Harriet could see how delighted Debbie was looking at the home.
"Just wait till you see the inside," she effused.
Parquet floors gave a note of elegance to the Victorian furniture and heavily gilded baroque mirrors in the entrance hall.
"I've never seen anything like this," Debbie confessed honestly.
Going into the large living room with its leaded glass windows overlooking the snow-covered sloping grounds leading to the lake, Debbie caught her first glimpse of the fabulous view. The mountains in the distance with their snow-capped peaks glistened with a luminous awesomeness in the moonlight.
Debbie could picture herself having orgies with Harriet and Richard while looking at the mountains glorified by the sparkling moonlight glistening across the frozen lake.
"Let me take you on a guided tour of Richard's palace." Harriet took her young niece by the hand enthusiastically.
Together they went from room to room. There were chandeliers in the Victorian dining room. The dark mahogany wood in hand-carved styles of the Victorian era gave a note of elegance. But the main feature was the upstairs master bedroom. The ceiling was completely mirrored, and the huge red velvet bedspread on the king-size bed looked most inviting. Debbie could picture herself spread out bare-ass naked on the red velvet quilted spread. There was a small white marble fireplace in the corner and a couple of dark red leather wing chairs close beside it. Another series of windows fronted the lake. They were shuttered windows in keeping with the Victorian decor.
"Why don't we go to bed here?" Richard suggested.
Immediately Debbie could envision how stimulating it would be to have handsome Richard between them again.
"I would love that," Debbie agreed.
Richard fixed drinks for them and they stayed in the bedroom. He started a crackling fire in the fireplace. With only two crystal lamps on the night-stands and the light of the fireplace with its glowing logs, an eerie atmosphere of bygone splendor was created.
"Tell me about your boyfriends." Richard smiled at Debbie.
Debbie knew very well she could never reveal to Richard the truth about her sexual life. She felt guilty to think that she had carried on with her own brother.
"I'd rather not talk about it," she said coyly. Richard smiled. "You really are a very innocent young lady," he told her.
Debbie knew better, but she wasn't going to reveal her secret.
"Your Aunt Harriet has led quite a wild life. Maybe she hasn't told you about her days in Vegas."
Harriet didn't appreciate Richard's bringing something up out of her past at a moment like this. For it was all too clear he was making a contrast between her erotic life and Debbie's monotonous, supposedly innocent, life style.
"Debbie, had you been fucked much before I screwed you?" Richard asked her.
Debbie nodded.
"We're not living a hundred years ago," she observed. "Not many of the girls at school are virgins anymore."
"What a pity," Richard said, shaking his head sadly.
Richard eased out of his clothes while watching both Debbie and Harriet undress. Harriet watched fondly as Debbie removed her sweater, revealing her swelling breasts. When she drew her skirt down her lush thighs, she swiftly removed her clinging pantyhose. Her moistening vagina appealed to Harriet and Richard, who both eyed her hungrily.
Once they had all completely undressed, Richard insisted they must sleep in the nude. For a moment Harriet thought she should slip into flannel pajamas, but Richard objected, claiming his body heat could keep her as warm as any flannel.
"All right," she said agreeably.
Richard lay on his side in the middle of the bed as his heart thundered. Debbie threw her arms around his back, pressing her vagina tightly against Richard's asscheeks. Harriet had insisted that she have front position this time. After all, she argued, during the orgy earlier in the evening she had sucked on Richard's asshole, so she felt entitled to a face-to-face position now.
As they lay there looking at each other, reveling in the sexual sorcery of the moment, Harriet smiled at Richard.
"We could have some wicked times if Debbie decided to join us," she admitted.
He smiled agreeably.
"We could even get her into movies."
Even though Debbie was slipping off to sleep she couldn't help hearing them talking.
"Do you want to make me a picture star?" Debbie asked eagerly.
Over his shoulder Richard smiled at her.
"I've always wanted to be an actress," she said softly.
Although Harriet was wild, she still felt some responsibility for the young girl.
"I'm not going to permit you to work in Richard's films. He makes porno flicks and it isn't right for a young girl to work in movies like that."
Debbie was disturbed. For a moment her hopes bad been built up. Now they were crashing on the rocks of reality.
"Is that true, Richard?" she asked sadly. "You mean you were talking about dirty movies?" Richard resented her remark.
"Sex isn't dirty, young lady," he told her. "It's all in how you look at it." That abrupt comment troubled Debbie, but she finally fell asleep.
The next morning Richard had reversed his position. He had conveniently slipped a couple of sleeping pills into Harriet's drink just before they fell asleep. Now he was anxious to teach Debbie some of his fellatio techniques.
"Why don't you go down there and start licking my prick?" he asked her.
At first Debbie was reluctant. But Richard figured it was only a ruse. He was certain that she could give him a super cock-suck if she would just slip down there between his legs. Gently he pressed on her shoulders, urging her downward. Soon she was sliding down his aromatic loins and confronted his gigantic, long penis.
"Just lick the underside of my pecker." He smiled. "And tickle my nuts with your tongue."
Obediently Debbie licked at the underside of his long, slick shaft. Her tongue flipped back and forth across his hairy, swelling balls.
"Ohhh, baby," he whispered, "that's that way I like it. Now try sucking my balls in your mouth."
Debbie had never sucked on anybody's balls. It was a completely new experience for her. Opening her mouth, she let Richard slip his horny balls inside. She sucked on them gently and vigorously pulled up and down on his shaft.
"That's how," he told her, "just like that."
She was sucking rhythmically now, giving hint the sensations that he wanted so desperately.
"Eat it," he exclaimed.
Releasing his balls she nibbled, sucked, and licked to the top of his cock once more. Hastily sliding her mouth over his shaft she began sucking hungrily. Debbie could taste his sperm starting to cum.
"Ohhh, yes," he panted as he pumped it down her throat.
She enjoyed the sensation of his huge prick gliding back and forth across her throat. The musky scent of his crotch aroused her imagination. Her hands reached for his sinewy buttocks. She could feel every thrust as she clasped his pumping behind.
"Ohhh," he gasped, "suck, suck me."
Harriet was awakened by the gasping murmurs of sexual incantations of Richard and his teenage lover.
"What's going on here?" she asked drowsily. Opening her eyes wider, she saw for herself. "Wow!" she exclaimed. "You sure aren't wasting any time."
The young girl's head was bobbing up and down on Richard's throbbing, long penis.
"She's a mighty good cock-sucker," he panted.
Richard went on jabbing his prick in her mouth.
"Why don't you get down there and eat her pussy?" he suggested.
Harriet could never refuse an offer to eat any juicy cunt. She got down between young Debbie's legs and Debbie rolled over on her side to make it convenient for her. Getting between her milky, hot thighs she let her pink, wet tongue slide along her pouting pussy lips. Parting her moistening vagina she looked fondly at the glistening pink flesh. The scent of her crotch ignited her tongue into action. Her tongue surged inside of her as she urgently pressed her nose, her mouth, and lips tighter to her cunt.
The three of them were enjoying the magnetic linkage. This was the kind of sexual entertainment that always ignited Richard to the ultimate. He pumped his rigid manhood down Debbie's throat, never taking his eyes off Harriet, who had her lips fastened to Debbie's crotch.
"Eat her cunt," he cried out excitedly.
And then the next moment he told Debbie she must swallow his cum load.
"Keep your lips fastened to my prick," he warned her. "I'm almost ready to explode.
Debbie was eager to taste him. She wanted to accept his thick, creamy cum load as he shot his wad in her mouth. She knew it couldn't be much longer now from the way he was furiously fucking her. Debbie enjoyed having her hands on his smooth, round buttocks, for she liked to squeeze his ass-cheeks as he pumped forward.
"Suck, suck," Richard panted as he pumped it to her.
Seconds later he reached down to grip her head and hold her pinned over his cock.
"Milk it," he exclaimed excitedly. "Milk it with your mouth."
The young, hot girl milked his cock with her mouth.
"Ohhh," he exclaimed passionately, "suck off. Swallow me."
As he got his rocks off she cupped his ball sac in her hand and squeezed.
"Yes, play with my balls," Richard panted as he finished shooting his wad.
Seconds later Debbie was gushing in Harriet's mouth. Noisily Harriett licked and lashed at her sticky, juicing twat.
"Ahhh," Debbie gasped as she slipped her mouth off Richard's quivering, long penis. "Eat me, eat me."
The sensation of being sucked in was beautiful. Debbie was discovering many dimensions of erotic pleasure. The lack of inhibitions was making it possible for her to enjoy every facet of their sexual interlude.
"Ohhh, suck me, suck me," the young girl panted as she threw her legs over Harriet's naked shoulders, muffling her raging womanhood in her face.
It was giving Richard another hard-on just to watch them.
"You're really lapping up her cunt, honey," he congratulated Harriet.
Richard's trained eye could see the potential of a great erotic film. If he could hide a camera in a closet and photograph the sex scene that he was beholding, he knew he could make a mint. It wasn't often you could capture such raw, uninhibited, lusty sex as this. It was apparent to him that Harriet really enjoyed eating pussy. He knew that he did, too.
"Lap it up," he exclaimed lustfully. "Suck her cunt. Suck it."
The delicious thrills that tingled through Debbie's excited body as Harriet finished eating her indicated to her that she probably was much wilder than she cared to admit. Debbie's hands instinctively reached for Harriet's head. She shoved her farther down in her crotch as she felt her fingers parting her asscheeks. Harriet's exploring finger shoved to her anus. Sliding it gently into her asshole she began finger-fucking her there, bringing added sensual erotic pleasure to her young niece.
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
Christmas Day provided a sense of relief to Debbie, for she realized she would soon be going home. Even though she enjoyed being with Harriet, she nevertheless felt guilty about carrying on with her in a sexual vein. Richard was handsome but he had some very morbid ideas about sex. He told her secretly that he would pay her well if she would allow him to photograph her having sex in one of his porno flicks. He promised her she could wear a mask and her identity would be hidden. But she thought better of that.
Now as she picked out her gifts from under the Christmas tree, she was concerned over what Harriet had given her. Debbie's gift came in a long, octangular box. She opened it in awe. And then she saw a long plastic dildo. She glanced up at Harriet gratefully.
"That's so sweet of you to think of me," she smiled appreciatively.
From Richard she received a money gift. He gave her twenty dollars. He added a card with his phone number on it for her. Harriet instantly saw this and objected.
"I don't want you corrupting Debbie," she complained.
Richard paid no attention to Harriet's protests. "You want that privilege reserved for yourself," he told her.
They went to a village restaurant for Christmas Day dinner. That evening Harriet excused herself, saying she had to visit a girl friend in the village who had just split up with her husband. Richard told her not to worry. He said he would try to entertain Debbie. Harriet gave him a warning.
"I don't want the two of you doing anything when I'm not around here," she informed him flatly.
"Would I do a thing like that?" Richard smiled. After Harriet was gone Richard suggested Debbie get high. "On what?"
"I've got some real fresh grass," he told her.
The idea of smoking pot was new to Debbie. This surprised Richard.
"I thought all of you high school girls smoked pot."
When Debbie tried to explain why she had never become involved with pot smoking, Richard wouldn't listen to her.
"I want to tell you something," he declared. "Pot will provide thrilling sensations you never knew before. Why don't you enjoy yourself for once?"
Debbie was a girl who always liked to try everything once.
"All right, just once," she agreed.
At this point she was game for anything. To her surprise she did enjoy the sensations that the marijuana created. She relaxed and began having the urge to go naked.
"Just do anything that you feel like," Richard told her softly.
Debbie had always wanted to be a ballet dancer.
"I want to dance my own naked ballet," she exclaimed.
"As you will." Richard smiled.
Debbie removed all her clothes. And then she began dancing about the room.
"That's not the way a ballet dancer moves," Richard laughed.
"I'm improvising, can't you see?" she asked as perched on a chair.
Suddenly she flung herself across the room, doing a series of pirouettes.
"You have some knowledge of ballet," Richard observed.
"When I was a young girl," she explained, mother had dreams of my becoming a ballerina. Yes, I do have some background. I took lessons for awhile."
As she swung around the room doing a series of turns and leaps, Richard observed her finely contoured naked body.
"Why don't we go into the bedroom?" he suggested.
She nodded. When they got into the bedroom Debbie felt a sudden urge to undress him.
"Stand right where you are," she exclaimed excitedly.
Richard laughed as he listened to her.
"If you say so," he told her.
She swiftly began undressing him, first unbuttoning his shirt. Then she eased it off his shoulders. Taking a deep breath Richard expanded his chest. She let her soft, delicate, young hands reach up to grip the strength of his chest.
"You're so strong," she exclaimed.
"My third leg is the strongest one I've got," he told her. "Why don't you pull my pants off?"
Debbie could do anything now. The pot was taking effect. She could see glorious rainbows in her mind as she unfastened his belt. His pants quickly fell to the floor.
"Aren't you gonna take my shoes off?" The brown-haired, blue-eyed, six-footer smiled at her.
"Yes," she exclaimed eagerly.
Richard sat down and she unfastened his shoes. Then she pulled off his socks and next his pants. Now he was left only with his tight-fitting white nylon shorts. Getting to his feet once more he stood there proudly, eager to expose the bulge in his crotch to her hungry gaze.
"You can have it," he said, gently letting his hand slide over his throbbing cock.
Wasting no time now, Debbie tugged at the elastic waistband of his shorts and suddenly reached down to feel his rigid, rock-hard cock.
"When you touch me," he explained, "I get so passionate I can hardly control it."
Debbie knew Richard was telling her the truth, for as she peeled his shorts down and his huge cock jutted out in front of him, she could see drops of crystal cum oozing at the small slit.
"Hey, baby," she said, "you are really turned on."
Richard smiled. "On your knees and worship me," he exclaimed excitedly.
Without shame or guilt Debbie dropped to her knees. She pulled the proud, rigid cock to her mouth and started hungrily nibbling at the tip of it.
"Eat it," he ordered her. "Suck on it."
Her lips gripped his penis tip firmly. She let her tongue slide over the smooth, pulsating head of his penis. Her hands reached down to cup his balls and she massaged his testicles playfully.
"Why don't you oil it with your mouth?" he suggested. "And I'll sodomize you."
The thought of sodomy with his huge penis frightened the young girl. She wasn't that high yet. Pulling her mouth off his penis she looked up at him nervously.
"I don't see how you could fit it all in," she complained.
The thrill of having his thick, throbbing cock in her mouth was all Debbie wanted now. She was eager to feel his sperm exploding. She wanted to suck the creamy hot cum from his cock and swallow him. Closing her eyes she let her mouth slide up and down his slick penis.
"That's real good," Richard panted as he pumped it at her. "Get it nice and saliva slick so it'll be easy sliding up your asshole."
She could tell from the way he spoke just how anxious he was to experiment with her. But sodomy seemed like a very difficult sexual experiment.
"I want to slip it up your asshole," he told her. "You will really love it when I shove it."
It wasn't going to be much longer now. Going over to the bed he pulled back the bedspread. Perhaps she could inject a twinge of fear into Richard if she mentioned the fact that her Aunt Harriet might come home and catch them.
"Oh, Aunt Harriet won't mind," Richard assured her knowingly. "I'll let her tongue-fuck my asshole while I'm screwing your behind."
Nothing she could say seemed to make any difference. Richard had his own ideas about the position he wanted her in.
"On your knees, ass-fucker," he demanded. Debbie got on her knees. Her upturned asscheeks were poised now for his penis. He climbed on behind her. Gripping her asscheeks firmly, he suddenly let his saliva-slickened cock shove forward. "Fuck it," he told her. "Come on and fuck." He was riding into her with deep, hard strokes now. When he got to her tight anus he realized how difficult it would be to slip by her anal ring.
"Close your eyes," he explained, "I've got a nice big surprise for you."
Richard didn't say another word before he shoved forward with a powerful lunge. His massive cock rammed in her tight rectum, almost tearing her in two.
"Ouch!" Debbie exclaimed as she felt the piercing pain at the moment of impact.
"You'll love it once I stretch it," he told her. She could barely breathe now. She clutched her hands in pain as she felt him riding insanely up her asshole. His weighty balls were slapping against her upturned asscheeks as he rammed in with full force.
"You're tight," he told her, "and if there's anything I like it's fucking a tight ass. Oh, baby, milk it with your butt now."
Richard went on thrusting his penis. He wanted Debbie to develop skill at milking his manhood for him. After the terrifying pain had vanished, pleasure did surface for Debbie. Gripping his cock tightly with her ass muscles she undulated her hips back and forth.
"That's not the way I want you to do it," he explained. "Shimmy your ass. Pick up the tempo."
Richard illustrated by driving his cock in her ass in short, smooth cock stabs.
"Ohhh, yes, yes, right up your ass," he exclaimed as he thrust in with all of his might.
She was enjoying his wild fucks. Debbie developed the same tempo with her ass that he skillfully used in screwing her from behind. As her buttocks swung into action he became more aroused than ever. Bending over all the way he pressed his chest against her back and reached around to feel her huge bosoms. His fingertips pinched her nipples as he sodomized her with all of his might.
"Fm almost there," he exclaimed passionately as he gave her the most frenzied, insane fucking up her tight asshole she'd ever experienced in her young life. As he got his rocks off a surge of hot cum gushed searingly up her ass.
"Fuck me, fuck me," he commanded as she milked him with her butt.
As he was pulling his prick out of her asshole, Harriet opened the bedroom door and was angry.
"Just in time," she exclaimed, glaring at the two of them. "Can't leave you for a minute with her."
"Why don't you hop on board?" Richard suggested. "You could suck on my asshole while I finish fucking her butt."
Harriet would not agree to this. "How sick do you think I am?" she asked angrily.
"Why don't you go in there and smoke some of that fresh grass I bought to celebrate the holidays?" he smiled.
Shaking her head, Harriet slammed the bedroom door shut. Richard knew he'd better pull his penis out of Debbie's tight anus and make his apologies to Harriet for playing around with Debbie's behind when she was gone. He pulled his cock too swiftly from Debbie's asshole and she winced in pain.
"Fm sorry," he told her reassuringly. "I guess I pulled out too quickly."
He hurried to try and calm Harriet down.
"She's only eighteen," Harriet told him angrily.
"But she's been screwed a lot," Richard reminded her. "You screwed her, too, remember? And I don't think her parents would appreciate your Christmas gift to her. Maybe it was just a gag, but if she goes home with that dildo, you're in trouble."
What Richard had said brought Harriet back to the pit of reality that was her strange existence.
"You know I think the world of you, Harriet," Richard said soothingly as he placed his hands on her shoulders, standing behind her. "Yes, I know," she said.
It was obvious to Harriet that Debbie would have to go home sooner than planned. As she helped her pack the next morning, she told her she couldn't take the dildo Christmas present with her.
"I'm going to give you some cologne," she explained. "That would be more appropriate."
That afternoon Richard and Harriet drove Debbie to the train station. Tenderly Debbie kissed them both good-bye and then boarded the train, taking a seat by the window. As the train pulled away from the mountain village a myriad of stately pine trees, laden with snow-packed branches, seemed to genuflect in ethereal farewell as a pensive Debbie wiped a few stray tears from her pale cheeks.
When Debbie finally arrived home she had to take a taxi. Her parents had left word that they couldn't pick her up. As she arrived at her house she saw a light on in her brother's bedroom. She could hardly wait to see him again. Quietly she opened the front door with the key that she always carried with her and then she tiptoed up the curving stairway and down the hall to his room. As she opened the door to her brother's room she saw him sitting with a book before him at his desk. He turned in surprise and a smile filled his face.
"Debbie, I'm so glad you're back." He rushed over to embrace her and they kissed passionately.
"You don't know what I've been through," she whispered.
They sat down together on the edge of Steve's bed. Debbie told him the torrid details of her Christmas holiday at her Aunt Harriet's place. As Steve listened he realized what a terrible thing he'd done by ever starting her out on sex.
"I'm sorry we ever had sex," he told her honestly. "I never knew it would end up like this."
"Oh, Steve," she sobbed, "don't say that. I've been waiting for this moment when we could have sex again like we used to."
"No, no, Debbie," Steve exclaimed, rising and walking away. Opening the bedroom door he stepped into the hallway.
He got a jolt! For his parents had been listening to their conversation.
"I never thought you would do things like that," Debbie's father said.
"I... I don't know what got into me," Debbie whimpered as she realized her parents knew at last.
Her mother glared at her and told her bluntly, "I know what got into you. The devil. You're possessed."
Suddenly Debbie remembered the movie, The Exorcist. Vividly she recalled the bed being lifted and the little girl spitting green vomit in a terrifying scene from the movie.
"Oh, Mom, are you gonna have to exorcise me?" she asked anxiously.
Tears streaked down her mother's cheeks as she said no.
"I would disown you if I could," she told her, "but somehow we've got to keep you and Steve apart for a while. This will all blow over if you can be separated."
Debbie began to cry on her mother's shoulder.
"I never should have allowed you to go to Harriet's place," she said sadly. "That was my fault. Forgive me."
A few days later arrangements were made whereby Debbie would quietly slip out of the high school that she'd been attending and enter a girls' school. Steve remained in school. Having succeeded in keeping it quiet to everyone but the immediate family, their parents felt they had saved both children from the pain and torture that would certainly be their legacy if they pursued the trail of wanton sexual behavior that they had begun.
One night as Debbie was alone she looked out at the hills that surrounded the girls' school. The moonlight was creating patterns of shadows and light through the trees. She wished she could be close to her brother again. Vividly she recalled their intimate lovemaking. How wonderful it would be if they could only have just one hour together. Locked in each other's arms with their bodies entwined and their lips pressing against each other. But Debbie knew it was all a fantasy, a dream that could never come true. She knew that the secrets locked within her heart must remain there. No one could understand unless he had experienced erotic love for someone in his own family--as she had.
