Chapter 13
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.
"Ooooohhhhh," Harriet grunted lengthily, "lick it, lover. Ohhh, eat me."
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 Inn't you come in? You must have some coffee to fmrn 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."
IBs 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.