Chapter 4
The day of the picnic certainly changed the life of Debbie Marshall. The introduction to adult sex had set her young healthy body on fire with a consuming desire" for more and more sex. The girl could think of nothing else, her pussy was always wet with desire and her nipples always tingled and burned against her clothing. She stared excitedly at the crotch of every man or boy she passed on the street.
With school dismissed for the summer, she spent many secret hours with Brent Palmer. When she wasn't with Laura's husband, she was being fucked by Don Olsen in his car or behind bushes. Although Don was not as exciting as the older man, he had a hard prick and. that was what she wanted. She couldn't seem to get enough cock and she frequently masturbated when alone.
One warm afternoon Debbie was up in her room gently massaging her clit when the phone rang.
"It's for you, Debbie," her mother called from downstairs.
"Hello," Debbie answered on her extension.
"Hello, Debbie," replied the soft feminine voice on the other end of the line. "This is Barbara Williams."
"Oh hi, Mrs. Williams."
"Debbie," the woman continued, "my young nephew is staying with us for a few days and I must attend a meeting over in Rushford this afternoon and I won't be back until later this evening. I wondered if you might look in on him occasionally while I'm gone."
"Certainly," Debbie replied. "I'd be glad to."
"Ronnie's no baby," the principal's wife continued. "He's twelve years old, but he doesn't know anyone in town and I'd just feel better if I knew you were checking on him once in a while."
"When would you like me to come over?" Debbie asked.
"I must leave in about an hour," Mrs. Williams answered. "But I'd like you to drop by and meet him before I go."
"Gee," Debbie replied. "I could drop over now."
"That would be fine, dear." When Debbie arrived, she was greeted at the door by Mrs. Williams.
"This is so nice of you," the woman smiled, opening the door.
Sitting down, Debbie studied the woman seated across from her. She couldn't understand why Mr. Williams was fooling around with Laura Palmer when he had such a beautiful wife. Barbara Williams was a little older than Laura, but she had a full figure, with luscious round breasts that were as firm as a young girl's. She had creamy soft skin that contrasted dramatically with her thick black hair.
"Where's your nephew?" Debbie asked.
"He's upstairs. He'll be down in a few minutes."
Debbie was fascinated with the woman's sensuous mouth when she spoke. She still couldn't understand why Mr. Williams preferred Laura to his lovely wife.
"Oh, Ronnie," Barbara said when her nephew entered the room. "I want you to meet Debbie Marshall. She's going to look in on you occasionally while I'm gone."
"Hello, Ronnie," Debbie welcomed, extending her hand to his.
"Hi," he answered with a trace of embarrassment. "Gee, Aunt Barbara, I'm old enough to take care of myself."
"I know you are," Barbara said. "But Debbie is just going to drop in occasionally in case you need something."
Debbie thought what a lovely young boy he was.
Ronnie had thick red" hair and a scattering of freckles across his face, giving him a cute impish appearance.
"Well get along real fine together, won't we, Ronnie?" laughed Debbie.
"I guess so," he replied, looking down at the floor.
After a few minutes of conversation, Debbie left, telling the boy that she would come over and see him later that afternoon.
When the girl returned around three o'clock, there was no answer to her ring. After pressing the bell three times, she tried the door and it opened. Entering the room, she heard water running in the upstairs' bathroom. She sat down and leafed through a magazine until she heard the shower stop running.
"Ronnie!"
There was a long period of silence and then he finally answered. "Who is it?"
"It's Debbie," she sang out, walking over to the foot of the stairs. The boy was standing on the top landing with a towel around his waist.
"Don't look," the boy gasped. "I ain't got nothin' on."
"You have a towel around you," Debbie said as she started up the stairs. Suddenly she had a crazy desire to see and touch the young boy's prick.
"Please, Debbie," he said nervously. "I ain't got nothing under this towel."
Debbie followed the boy as he backed into his room and sat on his bed, clutching the towel around his waist.
"Don't be so bashful," she smiled, sitting on the bed. "I've seen lots of pricks before."
The boy stared at her in fright.
"May I see your prick?" she asked in a gentle voice.
"Jeez, no," he blurted out. "Why not?"
"Please go away until I get dressed," the boy begged.
"May I just touch it?"
"Shit no!"
"Ronnie," Debbie asked softly, "do you ever jack off?"
"Why?"
"Because all boys do."
"Well," he replied nervously. "Sometimes."
"Does it feel good?"
"Sort of, I guess."
"Have you ever had someone else jack you off?"
"Shit, no!" he exclaimed. "Why not?"
"I ain't letting anybody mess around with my prick!"
"It sure feels good to a boy when he gets jacked off by a girl," Debbie said, placing her hand on the towel.
"Please don't mess around with me," he said nervously, pushing her fingers away.
"Ronnie," she continued, "just let me show you how good it feels to be touched by a girl."
"I don't want to get in any trouble," he answered, pulling the towel tighter around himself.
"You won't get in trouble. We'll keep it a secret."
The young boy just stared at her.
"Please," she whispered. "Let me touch your cock for just a second."
When he didn't answer, Debbie reached over and slowly removed the towel from the confused boy's waist.
A delicious tingle ran through her body when she saw the young boy's prick. His pink little cock was laying limply over his smooth balls, the head covered by uncircumcised skin. Little tufts of fuzzy hair showed faintly around the base of his limp prick.
Reaching down, she held the little organ and carefully slid the skin back until his shiny little cockhead slipped out from the folds of skin.
"Oh, geez!" he gasped, his prick quickly exploding into a hard erection. It was only three or four inches long but it was as hard as steel.
"Doesn't that feel good?" she whispered, gently drawing the skin back and forth over his excited cockhead.
"Wow!" he answered, his body trembling with excitement.
Debbie continued stroking the rigid little prick. His body was trembling with excitement as she continued the slow sensuous strokes on his little prick.
"Faster, Debbie, faster!" he pleaded. "No, honey," she whispered, still fondling his cock.
Frantically he reached down and grasped her hand. He tried to work it faster over his cock.
"Faster! Faster!" he squealed excitedly.
"No, honey," she giggled, continuing the slow sensuous movement that she knew was driving him wild.
Without warning a stream of hot cum squirted madly out of the end of his cock. It flew up onto his thighs and her hand.
Releasing his prick, she gently cleaned him off with the towel.
"Did you like that, Ronnie?" she whispered to the trembling child.
"Geez, yes!"
"Now isn't it better to be jacked off by a girl?" Debbie giggled.
"Shit, yes," he answered. "When I do it to myself, I get so darned excited I just whack it off as fast as I can."
"I'll show you all kinds of neat things this afternoon."
The young boy smiled at her with a grateful expression on his freckled face.
Bending down, Debbie took his limp little prick in her fingers and inserted it into her mouth.
"Hey, what are you doing?"
"I'm going to suck you off." Debbie smiled at him as she momentarily removed her lips from his flaccid little cock.
"Does my prick taste funny?"
"You're a salty tasting little bugger," she giggled. "But it tastes good."
"Jeez," he blurted, suddenly feeling his cock getting hard in her hot wet mouth. "You better be careful or you'll get a mouthful of my goo."
"That's all right." She slurped on his prick. "I love the taste of cock juice."
The boy began writhing in ecstasy as she sucked and rolled his rigid cock around in her hot mouth.
"Oh, shit!" he gasped. "I'm gonna squirt junk into your mouth!"
"Good, Ronnie, good," she said between sucks. "Squirt me full of it."
The child was almost out of his mind with excitement, his arms, legs and body shuddering wildly with new unknown sensations. With a wild lurch, he shot a stream of semen into her eager mouth.
It tingled deliciously at the back of her throat.
"Gee, Ronnie, that was neat," she whispered, cradling the exhausted young boy in her arms.
"Gosh, Debbie," he said after several minutes of silence, "that was fun."
"Now aren't you glad you let me touch your prick."
"Golly, yes."
"What's best," she giggled. "Jacking off, having a girl jack you off, or getting sucked off?"
"Shit," he blurted without hesitation, "getting sucked off is the neatest thing in the world."
"You're learning fast." She laughed, gently stroking his soft little cock.
The boy smiled proudly at her.
"Do you like to touch girls' boobs?"
"I've never touched any."
"Would you like to?"
"Sure," he quickly answered.
Speedily slipping off her t-shirt, Debbie's soft tits were soon exposed to the young boy's startled eyes.
"Now, touch my nipples," she whispered, taking his hand and drawing it toward her breasts.
A delicious tingle surged through her body as she gently brushed his fingers across her erect young buds.
"You're learning fast." She laughed excitedly when he began rubbing and caressing the luscious big boobs that were thrusting out in front of him. Looking down, Debbie saw his cock was once again sticking straight up.
"Do you know what fucking is?" she whispered, staring at his stiff prick.
"Yes."
"Have you ever fucked a girl?"
"Gosh, no!" he blurted out. "Why not?"
"I'd be scared shitless," he gasped.
"Have you ever seen a pussy?"
"Once, but I turned my head away," he said.
"Do you want to see mine?"
"Sure," he nervously replied, licking his dry lips and unconsciously rubbing his cock.
Standing up, Debbie quickly dropped her cut offs.
"Gosh, you sure got a lot of hair!" he gasped after several seconds of staring at the girl's crotch.
"That makes a neat cushion when boys fuck me," she said, parting her cuntlips to give the boy a better look at her excited pussy.
"Have boys really fucked you?" he gasped, looking up at her with awe.
"Sure."
"Did it feel good?"
"It feels fantastic."
"I'd be scared shitless," he whispered, staring at the juicy pink flesh of her cunt.
"Do you want to touch it?" she whispered.
When he didn't answer, she took his hand and moved his fingers up against her hot juicy slit.
"It feels all hot and gooey," he stuttered as she slipped his finger up to the first knuckle in her cunt.
"It feels awfully good to me." Debbie stirred his finger against the inner flesh of her hungry pussy.
"Ronnie," she whispered up to the boy as she reclined back on the bed, spreading her legs apart. "Please push your finger in and out of my pussy."
Kneeling beside her on the bed, he inserted his finger deep into her cunt.
"Gee, that's sure a hot hole." He plunged his finger in and out of her little slit.
"Honey," she smiled, grasping his hand and removing his finger. "Please put your prick in me."
"Geez, no," he said in a terrified voice. "I couldn't do that."
"Yes you can, darling," she pleaded. "It feels even better than getting sucked off."
"No, Debbie," he protested nervously. "I just couldn't do anything like that."
"Please?"
"No, I'm scared."
"Do you want me to tell your Aunt Barbara that you let me suck you off?" she said in a stern voice. "Shit, no!"
"Then put your prick in me!"
"Geez, Debbie," the boy almost cried. "I just couldn't put my prick inside of a girl."
"Then I'll just have to tell your aunt that you let me suck you off."
The boy stared at her with a terrified expression on his face.
"Now, just crawl up between my legs," she whispered in a softer voice. "This will be our very own secret."
Visibly shaking, the young boy crawled between her spread thighs.
"That's it, honey."
Debbie reached down and grabbed his hard cock. Slowly she guided his stiff young prick toward her eager slit. A delicious tremor flooded through her when she felt his cockhead probing her juicy opening. Very slowly she guided his trembling shaft into her slippery hole. Releasing his cock, she grasped his ass and pulled him up against her until his inexperienced prick slithered all the way into her fuck hole.
"Geez, it feels hot and squishy," he whispered when his prick was completely buried in her cunt.
"Do you like being in my cunt?"
"Shit yes!" He moaned with delight as Debbie began rotating her cunt around his excited cock.
"Oh, geez," he gasped excitedly as her talented cunt muscles massaged and sucked at his throbbing shaft.
"Now, honey," she whispered softly, "start sliding it in and out of my cunt."
Raising up on his knees, he began to withdraw his cock and just before it was completely out, she grasped his ass and propelled him back into her body.
"Oh, shit!" Debbie screamed as his bone hard cock slithered deliriously against her clit.
Back and forth he worked and because he was elevated on his knees, he was in direct contact with Debbie's clitoris. It was a small prick, but his hard little cock was driving her mad.
"Oh, Christ, honey, that feels good!" she squealed. "Faster, honey, faster!! "
Never had the boy felt anything so good in his life. The feel of his cock sliding in and out of her sucking hole was the most unbelievably wonderful thing that had ever happened to him.
Since Ronnie had recently been jacked off and sucked off, Debbie wasn't worried about a quick ejaculation. She was totally consumed by the delicious feeling of his bone hard cock rubbing against her sensitive clitoris.
"Oh, God!" she screamed as the young cock raced in and out of her flaming fuck-hole. "Oh God, honey! Oh Christ, that feels good!"
Never in her life had anything stimulated her clit like this young boy's hard thrusting prick.
"Oh, honey! Oh, shit! Eeeeeggggaaaahhhh!"
"Am I hurting you?" the boy asked, suddenly stopping.
"No, don't stop, you damned fool!" she gasped, screwing her cunt up tighter against the base of his prick.
"That's it, baby!" she whispered when he began thrusting it in and out again. "That's it, baby! Fuck me faster!"
Almost out of her mind with the electrifying sensations of his little shaft streaking back and forth against her clit, Debbie thrashed and bucked frantically beneath him.
"Ronnie!" she screamed. "Ronnnniiiieeee! Oh, shiiiitttt, Ronnnniiiieeee!"
"Are you all right, Debbie?" he nervously asked as he momentarily stopped plunging his prick into her.
"Don't stop, you little fool!" she screamed. "Fuck, honey, fuck!"
Once again he started driving his cock into Debbie at an even faster speed. He could feel that funny sensation in his balls and knew he would soon be shooting that gooey stuff out of his prick.
"Oh, honey, I'm coming!" she squealed with uncontrolled passion. "I'm coming, baby! I'm commmmiiiinnnngggg!"
Her body seemed to explode into a million lights and colors as she soared over the precipice of an all consuming orgasm. She was vaguely aware of the young boy's semen squirting into her cunt.
"Geez," he said nervously when Debbie eventually stopped trembling. "Are you all right, Debbie? Are you all right?"
"Yes." She smiled. "I'm all right, darling, and you're sure some little fucker."
"Gee, Debbie," he whispered in awe, "that was the neatest thing in the whole world."
"I thought fucking scared the shit out of you." She giggled, lightly caressing his limp wet cock.
"I'm not scared any more."
"That's great," she replied, getting up and slipping into her cut offs. "What are you doing?"
"I'm getting dressed."
"No, Debbie, no!" he pleaded frantically. "I want to fuck you again."
"You're some little fucker," she laughed, once again removing her shorts. "But if you can take another ride, I guess I can."
"Gee, Debbie," the boy laughed. "I could fuck you all day long."
"Well," she smiled, dropping to her knees and putting his prick in her mouth. "The first thing we have to do is get your cock hard again."
"Oh shit!" he gasped, feeling her hot wet tongue slurping around his prick.
She could feel his body trembling with excitement as his cock began to stiffen in her mouth.
"It's getting hard, Debbie, it's getting hard," he gasped. "Let's fuck again. Let's fuck again!"
Raising her eyes to look at the boy's eager young face, she saw Roger Williams standing at the door, his face ashen white.
Quickly releasing the boy's throbbing cock from her mouth, Debbie stood up, facing the principal.
"What the hell are you doing?! " Roger finally blurted.
"I was sucking him off," she replied in a low steady voice.
"Don't be insolent!" he snapped. "Put some clothes on."
Staring defiantly at the principal, she made no attempt to move.
"Put your damned clothes on!" he repeated angrily.
"No."
"Then put yours on!" he shouted, turning to his young nephew. The boy scrambled from the bed and began quickly dressing.
"Don't worry, Ronnie," Debbie said to the youngster. "He's not going to punish you and he's not going to tell anyone about this."
"Are you crazy?" Roger exploded.
"No," Debbie said confidently. "I'm not crazy."
Roger stared at the young naked girl in disbelief.
"Ronnie," Debbie said to the frightened young boy, "run on downstairs. I want to talk to your uncle alone and there's nothing for you to worry about."
When the boy had quickly left the room, Debbie sensuously spread herself out on the bed. She spread her thighs, lewdly exposed her moist pussy to the man's shocked eyes.
"And now," she whispered in a low voice, "I want you to fuck me with that thick cock of yours."
'Tve never seen or heard such filth in my life," he stammered, turning his face away.
"Oh, yes you have," she said in an even voice.
"You've seen and heard as much filth from that bitch, Laura Palmer."
He spun around, facing the girl, his eyes bulging and his mouth sagging open.
"What the hell are you talking about?" he gasped.
"You know damned well what I'm talking about." Debbie giggled, parting her juicy cunt lips. "Now I want to feel that luscious cock of yours in this creamy little cunt."
"You must be out of your mind!" he roared.
"And the whole town will think you're out of your mind when I tell them about you and that bitch," she said in a soft voice, still sensually moving her fingers up and down her open slit.
"Tell them what about who?" he asked nervously.
"Everyone would be interested in why you took her out to your river cabin after class one afternoon. They would get a big kick out of the way you fucked her at the picnic and how you stopped by your cabin for another fuck on the way home that evening."
"You can't prove that," he blurted nervously.
"Yes, I can," she taunted him. "I watched you through the window of your cabin. That's why I want to be fucked by that big thick cock I saw."
He continued staring at the girl.
"I can name dates, places and times," she continued, "and when I tell them to your wife and Mr. Palmer, there won't be any alibi. They will know that neither of them were with you."
"You wouldn't dare," he whispered.
"Yes, I would," she laughed, still caressing her juicy cunt. "Just try me."
"But that's blackmail," the man stammered.
"No it isn't," she whispered seductively. "I'm not asking for money, I just want you to fuck me."
"I can't believe this," he sighed, sitting on the bed and clutching his head with his trembling hands.
"It's not so bad," she teased. "Most men would love to fuck a juicy young cunt and I'm a hot little bitch."
"Okay," he surrendered. "What do you expect of me?"
"I want you to drive me out to your cabin and give me a good fucking."
"When?"
"Right now."
"That's impossible!" he snapped.
"It's not impossible," Debbie smiled, still rubbing the warm fleshy opening of her slit. "My cunt is hot and ready and I don't want you to keep me waiting."
Walking down the stairs together, Mr. Williams turned to his nephew who was sitting nervously in a chair.
"I have to drive Debbie home," he said in a hollow voice. "Let's all forget about what you and Debbie were doing upstairs. We won't say anything to anyone else about it." The boy just stared.
"Don't forget all about it," Debbie said, opening the door. "You're a helluva little fucker and don't ever forget it."
They drove out to the cabin in complete silence. Roger Williams didn't know what to do. He felt scared and trapped. Knowing that his wife would be away for the evening, he had made plans for Laura Palmer to meet him at the cabin around seven o'clock.
It was now almost five o'clock and he would have to take care of this brazen young cunt in a hurry so he could get her home and be back to meet Laura by seven. His whole secure world was spinning precariously around in this girl's hands.
"Gosh," giggled Debbie, putting her hand on his crotch and feeling the thick limp cock through his pants. "You act like you're facing a firing squad when you're really about to have the hottest, greatest fuck of your life."