Chapter 4
"It's silly to wait any longer," Alice chided. "She's ripe and you know it."
George slipped on a shoe as he watched his wife dress. It was the morning after they had watched Debbie playing with the vibrator. He felt his cock twitch as his wife slipped her big brown titties into her bra. Jesus, he thought, doesn't a guy ever get enough?
"Well," Alice demanded.
"All right. All right. I'll do it tonight. Not with you in the house, though," George quickly added. "Don't want to have to worry about putting on a performance."
"Anything you say, Sweetie. You can have that sweet, young thing all to yourself," Alice assured him. "Once, that is."
"What do you mean?"
"I figure we can play together after that." Alice smiled sweetly. "I don't mind you fucking her. I just don't want you getting any more involved than just a cute piece of ass. Agreed?"
George stood up and took his attractive wife into his arms. "You are just a trifle jealous, aren't you?" After a gentle loss on her lips, George agreed to play by the rules. He cautioned, though, "The same rules apply to you, my love."
At the end of the day, when the chores had all been completed and they had finished the TV dinners Alice had left for them, George and Debbie sat watching the television. An awkward silence seemed to fall on them. George had difficulty concentrating all evening. Debbie was wearing a pair of jeans that had been cut short...very short. Every time she moved away from him, her little cheeks showed just beneath the edge of the material. George could almost .swear, he could see the hairs sticking out between the legs every time she bent over. The halter she was wearing left no doubt there was nothing beneath it. The nipples were so clearly outlined, he could almost taste them.
Debbie was having her problems also. She knew she couldn't be staring at George's pants, but she couldn't help but notice the outline of his cock at times. When she found out Alice would be gone overnight and she would be left alone in the house with George, she got so excited she had to use the vibrator so she could think. It didn't help, much. Sitting here next to the man, she could feel herself getting all turned on again.
"You know, we should be celebrating." George stood up in front of the girl. "I don't know what's the matter with me. When we sell a horse around here we usually have a party."
Debbie knew George was referring to the sale of the little colt yesterday. "Sounds fantastic to me. What shall we do?" Debbie knew what she wanted tfo do. George's cock wasn't more than two feet from her face and in its semi-hard state, it was clearly outlined against the material of his pants.
"I think we should start off with champagne. Have you ever had any, Debbie?" George asked, teasing the girl.
"No. But I've heard it's marvelous."
"It really is," George assured her. The man rushed to get the bottle, glasses were poured and by the second drink, Debbie was convinced that champagne was the only thing to drink. The wine broke the inhibitions down so that it seemed very natural to lean against her foster father with his arms around her shoulders and her hands in his lap.
"Debbie, Honey, would you mind getting my pipe from my desk for me?" George asked. "I'm so comfortable, I hate to move."
Debbie's fingers were only inches from the man's ever-hardening cock, and she kept hoping he would accidentally brush against them. The girl smiled and went to the den as she had been asked. The pipe was not on top of the desk, so she opened the drawers, trying to find it. The second drawer she opened gave her a delightful shock. It was a magazine and on the cover was the head of a very pretty girl, licking an a enormous prick. So this was what it was all about. That's why George sent me in here!
The girl walked back to the living room. She sat down close to George. Another glass of champagne had been poured for her, and she gulped it down. She giggled as she felt it trickle down her insides. "You didn't want your pipe, did you, George?"
The man simply nodded his head from side to side. The girl slid on the floor in front of the man and boldly reached up and unzipped the fly of his pants. Without any hesitation, she reached in and grabbed his hard prick. She pulled it free from his pants and then just sat back on her haunches, admiring the stiff erection. The girl reached out and touched the shiny head with her finger tips. She ran her fingers all around the tip and then slid them down to the jagged edges. She examined the skin beneath the head. She slowly moved her hand up and down, gently pulling the loose sheath of the stiff cock.
George didn't move. He wanted to savor every moment. His mind said, get her clothes off, dummy, but his prick said, don't you dare move!
Debbie felt the semen running out of the tiny hole at the tip of the cock. She held her fingers to her nose to better smell the pungent odor. She put her fingers in her mouth and licked the semen off of them, all the time watching George's eyes. Then she leaned forward so that her head was over the organ. Her tongue touched the tip of the head for an instant, and then she opened her mouth and slid in the cock she had been wanting since the first day she entered this house.
George watched the pretty head go up and down on his meat. This was fun, but now he wanted that little ass! He touched the girl to get her attention and then helped her get on the couch. She lay alongside of him so that she could continue with her oral examination while he could reach across her back. George's hand slid up the satiny smoothness of the child's leg until he came to the material of her jeans. The girl spread her legs apart to make the area more accessible. His fingers pushed the material aside and then sought the soft, red bush. The fingers toyed with the hairs a moment, then they caressed the soft, moist lips of her vagina.
Debbie let the long dick slide out of her mouth. She looked up at George and asked, "Would you like to see me in the nude?"
"I can't think of anything I would like more."
The girl quickly jumped to her feet and pulled off her clothes. In a flash, the jeans and halter were on the floor. Even though every inch of her flesh was familiar to him, George was still awed by her youthful beauty. The long, tapered legs, the small but well-formed breasts, the long red hair, falling to her soft, round buttocks, and that red triangle right in the middle of the picture was enough to make the most devout celibate get a hard-on I
"You like?" the girl asked.
"I like very much," the man answered in a throaty voice as he pulled the child toward him and buried his head in her red, fiery triangle. The girl stuck her hands down the back of his shirt's neck and raked her fingernails along the man's back. George's tongue traced the outline of the triangle, then crossed the curly hairs until it was right at the opening of the slit. The man's hands grabbed the firm cheeks of the girl's ass and pulled her forward so that his tongue could penetrate deeper into the hole.
"George, I want to see you," the girl panted. "I want to see all of you."
Debbie started unbuttoning the man's shirt George let the child have her way. He let her step back, and then he started removing his clothes. The girl leaped on the couch, dropped down on the cushions with a thud, then sat cross-legged in front of the man as he completed his chore. The view of the naked girl, sitting there in front of him like that, hurried him in his task.
When his jockey shorts were at last off, Debbie reached out and held the man's balls in her hands. George had never seen a woman so enthralled over a man's sex organ before. She ran her fingers along the big, blue vein that ran up the underside of his erect pecker.
"It's beautiful, George. Just beautiful," the girl said with awe.
"You have some winners yourself, baby," George replied, as his fingers traced the outline of her upturned breast. His forefinger circled the pink, pointed nipple and it grew longer for his efforts.
"Suck them, George. Will you please?" the girl pleaded. "I've always imagined what it would be like. Now I want to know!"
The man took the girl by the shoulders and gently pushed her down on the couch. His hand encircled the satiny breast, and then he bent his head over and ran his tongue all around the hard nipple. The child reached around his head and pulled his mouth to her breast. "OOHH, that's nice, George. That's really nice!"
As the man sucked on the tender nipple, his tongue kept probing and pulling on the swollen tip. George's hand dropped down the girl's waist and then to her legs. The fingers once again entered the vagina as the girl moaned with animal delight.
"I know now why those mares squeal when the studs start to tease them," the girl moaned. "You do that so nice, George." Debbie reached for the man's prick, but because of the way he was sitting, all she could reach was the slippery head.
"Georgie," the girl whispered in his ear, Tie beside me so I can play with your cock."
George loved the girl's boldness. He figured the booze had broken down all her inhibitions. As he slid alongside the soft body, he thought, she just can't get enough of me! As George ran his tongue all over the girl's tits, the girl's hands stroked the full sacs beneath his throbbing prick. Her fingernails ran up the pulsating vein until they reached the top of his pecker, and then she wrapped her hands around the big cock and started stroking the shaft
"Did you see me when I was touching Blackie's prick?"
George nodded his head as he dug deeper into Debbie's pussy. The cunt was so juicy now he could probably stick his whole hand in.
"You did that on purpose, didn't you. You're so clever, George. Ooooohh, God! I'm on fire, George. You make me so hooott!"
George rolled on top of the thrashing teenager. He grabbed his cock in his hand and started rubbing it against the lips of the kid's hot box. "I think this will help your problem, Baby. Just let Daddy feed you a little beef injection. It's guaranteed to cure what ails you," he boasted.
George slowly started pushing in his hot stiff prick. The girl rubbed her legs against the man's calves. The feel of his hair against her smooth skin made the fucking even more erotic, the girl thought
"George, that feels so fantastic," the. girl moaned. "Your big cock feels so good inside me. More, George! Push it in more, Sweetheart!" Debbie held her legs as far apart as she could to make it easier for the man to penetrate deeper into her hole.
George rolled his tongue around the girl's stiff nipples as he rammed his cock harder and harder into the child's begging hole. He felt her legs wrap around his as she strove to pull him even further into her wanton body.
"George, you're fantastic. George, I love your prick!" She rode more and more feverishly up and down his shaft. "Ooooh, God OOOHH Christ!! ! George, I'm there...GEORGE, GEEOORRGEH! GEEOOOOORRGEEEE!"
"WAKE UP, DAMN YOU, GEORGE!" George felt himself being shaken. He struggled to open his eyes. Debbie will be mad if I fall asleep, he thought
Alice was furious. "Wake up you son-of-a-bitch!"
"All right, I'm awake. What the hell are you so mad about?
"You've been trying to fuck me in the ass for the last ten minutes. You've been dreaming about that cunt in the other room all night," she answered angrily.
"So what?"
"So either do it or forget it. Just don't use me in her place. I'm not so old I need to be a substitute."
George was wide awake now. He couldn't understand this outbreak from his wife. "What's really bothering you, Hon?" he asked.
"It's just taking too long," she replied. "It's been a week since I slipped her the vibrator. You know she's ready. I guess I just don't like the idea of you being JUST a voyeur. Neither one of us is concentrating on the horses, and in our business a person can get hurt if they're not thinking about the horses."
"You're right," George replied. "I'll do it tonight."
"Good," Alice replied. "And I'll make it easier for you by being out of the house. Now let's both get some sleep."
That evening did not go exactly as George had dreamed. Debbie wore sloppy long jeans and a loose western shirt with the tails outside the waist. No awkward silence filled the room. The girl chatted constantly about horses and training techniques and when supper was through, she dug out her school books and began her home work.
George was determined tonight would be the night. "Aren't you the conscientious one," he started. "When you came to live here we didn't expect you to just work all the time."
"Oh, I don't consider anything work here, George. I think everything on the ranch is a blast I just love it here."
"Well, in any event, when we sell a horse around this place, we celebrate. You know that black colt by our stud?"
The girl nodded her head.
"We got three thousand for him today," George stated with pride. "If Alice was here, we'd celebrate by having a party, but I don't see why you and I can't celebrate anyway. Have you ever had champagne?"
"I've heard about it but I never had any," the girl said. "Is it really bubbly and does it make your nose tickle like in the movies?"
"Only one way to find out, my dear. You get the glasses and I'll get the bubbly," George answered shrewdly. The man raced to the wine room and extracted a vintage bottle. Let's hope the last part of the dream comes through, he thought. After all that was all that really mattered!
Debbie had set the wine glasses on the coffee table in the living room and was waiting for him on the couch. "Now, don't you look pretty, sitting there," George started again. "I'm a lucky man to have two such beautiful women in my home."
"You always say such nice things, George. I'm not really pretty, but it's sweet of you to say it."
"Wait a minute, young lady. I'll have you know I'm an authority on gorgeous gals. I would say you could grace the cover of any magazine...and I'll drink to that." George raised his glass and took a sip of the wine. Debbie smiled and took a big gulp of her drink. George chuckled and explained to her that champagne was sipped, not gulped. He filled her glass again and told her to practice again. The child obediently sipped the sweet wine.
"Well? Is it as good as you had expected?" George inquired.
"It's really delicious. It does make your nose tingle! I saw in a movie where they put ice cream in champagne." The girl asked, "How would that taste, George?"
"Only one way to find out," the man responded. "Well just have to do a comparison test." George filled Debbie's glass again. "You drink this one and HI get some ice cream and you can compare the two."
Debbie picked up the glass as George went to the kitchen. He put a very small amount of vanilla ice cream in a large glass. When he returned to the room, Debbie had already finished her drink. George took the bottle and filled the large glass with the wine. "Try that, my dear, and tell me how it compares to the straight stuff."
Debbie's eyes were already showing the effects of the booze. She smiled as she raised the glass to her lips. The girl hesitated for a moment. "George, when it has ice cream in it, do you sip or swallow it?"
"I don't think you can sip ice cream, Debbie."
The girl drained her glass. "Thass goood, George, but I think I like it better straight. Do you really thing I could be on the cover of a magazine?"
George thought for a moment. "You're not skinny enough to be on a fashion magazine, but probably they'd put you on one of the girlie magazines."
"You mean like Playboy or something like that?" the girl asked with amazement.
"I think so," the man said thoughtfully.
"You godda be really some thin to be in one of those books."
George was very careful now. He felt his goal was getting very close. "There is one way to find out. You believe in comparison tests, don't you?"
Debbie nodded her head slowly.
"I've got a Polaroid. I'll take some pictures of you in your bikini and well compare them to the pictures in the magazines." George watched the girl go over the proposition in her mind. He knew in her drunken state he had to be the aggressor.
"Go slip into your suit while I hunt my Polaroid down." George helped the girl to her wobbly feet and guided her to her room. He left her next to her bed as he quickly ran off to get the camera.
George got to his den and took the camera out of his desk. He went into the tiny room with the two-way mirror to check on Debbie. To his delight the girl was already nude and was going through her assortment of bathing suits. George almost jumped in the air for joy when she picked the string job.
Debbie was just tying the strings to the top of her bra when George walked into the room. "Well, you look like you're all ready. This room was just about made for this land of picture taking," George said as he looked around the room. "Oh, Debbie...I'll need some ideas on how to pose you. Would you please get that Penthouse out of my top left-hand drawer in the den?"
"Anythin' you say, Georgie," she answered as she walked with unsteady steps toward the door. Debbie felt quite silly and more than a little naughty. It wasn't right her teasing George like this when Alice was gone. It's all in fun, she thought as she entered the den. "You said it was in the top drawer, Georgie," the tipsy girl said out loud.
The Penthouse magazine was right where George had said it would be. As she pulled the magazine away, she saw another book beneath it At first, Debbie didn't realize what it was she was seeing. When she realized it was a picture of a giant cock being sucked on by a pretty girl, she slammed the drawer shut She knew it wasn't right for her to look at something like that. Her curiosity, however, was just too strong. She pulled the drawer open and pulled out the book. She stared dumbfounded at page after page of pricks being licked, sucked, and stroked. Pretty girls were shown with the men coming on their hands, their faces, their tits, and their cunts. She felt her own cunt getting turned on, and she put her fingers between her legs to see if her panties were wet. Debbie wondered what type of cock George had? "Naughtie, Naughtier she said aloud. "Mustn't think things like that!" She put the book back and returned to the bedroom.
"You must have had trouble finding the magazine, Debbie. You were gone a long time," George teased. "See any poses you'd like to try?"
"I thought you'd be better at picking one out," she slurred.
George flipped to the centerfold and held it out to her. It was a pose with a tremendously buxom girl lying flat on a bed stroking her nude pussy.
"God! Has she got a set of tits," the girl exclaimed.
"Don't worry about that, Debbie. That's not what this picture is focusing on." George directed the girl to he down on the bed just like the model. "Now put your hand right on your little pussy, just like the girl in the picture." George emphasized the word pussy to see what kind of reaction he would get. The girl didn't even seem to notice.
"The girl in the picture is naked, George." Debbie said. "Will it be a fair comparison?"
George decided to play it real cool now. He knew she wanted it, so he could play all he wanted to. "I don't think that's necessary, Debbie.
Besides, you can see every line of your cunt right through the material, anyway." He added, "You might put your hand inside the panties for a more realistic shot."
George held his breath for an instant but the girl didn't let him down. She slipped her hand into just the right spot. "That's great, Honey. Just hold it like that until I get the best angle."
George's cock was like a rock now. It was sticking right out in front of him so he knew the kid could see it. The man moved from one side of the bed to the other. The young girl's eyes were riveted to the cock poking against the man's pants. George caught the fingers moving slightly under the panties.
"That's it, Sweetie. Pull your tummy in just a little," he ordered. "Now, look like you're really enjoying that finger." The camera clicked. The girl relaxed, but before she could move, George ordered her to hold the pose.
"I want to try that again. While the film is developing we could take off the top. It sure would improve the shot."
George kneeled on the bed alongside of the girl so that his pointed pants were right in front of her freeing her lovely, pointed tits.
"Now, isn't that more comfortable?" the man asked. "I'm a little uncomfortable myself," he added. Debbie's fuzzy brain didn't exactly know how it happened, but George had unzipped his pants and pulled his stiff prick out before she was really aware of it. George just stood there for a moment, his pulsating prick inches from the girl's face. Debbie didn't move. She lay there, fascinated by the organ. Her hand, as if it was controlled by someone else, reached out and touched the fascinating shaft. She ran her finger tips up and down the length of it. She felt the slippery head and then pulled her hand away to look at the fluid. She tasted her fingers.
George reached over and touched the pointed tips of her pretty boobs. The girl recoiled from his touch. She held back his hand. Did he blow it by going too fast? He glanced down at the girl's crotch. Her hand was still there, but it was obvious fingers had been shoved up into the young slit.
"Just close your eyes and open your mouth and IT! give you a surprise," George whispered in a throaty voice. Without thinking, the girl did as she was asked, and George quickly shoved his prick into her open mouth. Debbie opened her eyes in surprise; then closed them again to enjoy the thrill of the cock in her mouth. In her alcohol-doused brain she was one of the pretty girls in the book.
George reached again for the soft, white bulbs that were tipped with pink. This time the girl didn't stop his hand. He circled the globes gently and squeezed the nipples lightly so that they stood straight up. The girl pulled the big cock out of her mouth and admired it while George played with her tits. She ran her tongue up and down the organ, then she reached up and undid his pants so that they fell around his knees. His jockey shorts went next. The girl reached for the sacs beneath the man's prick. Carefully, she explored the man's testicles, knowing instinctively how delicate they were. God! How huge, she thought. They're as big as Blackie's.
"Let me slip out of these, Baby." George stood up, kicked his shoes off and slipped out of his pants and shorts. Debbie unbuttoned his shirt, and soon George was naked in front of her.
The man stood above the girl's head and kissed her on the mouth. His tongue pushed her lips open and soon their tongues were exploring each other's mouth. George reached down and stroked her tits while Debbie reached up for the man's cock. The pink nipples were the next target of the man's searching tongue. The slippery organ continued its journey down the girl's waist, circling her bellybutton, then finally, ending its search in the soft, thick cunt lips.
With George's head buried deep between her legs, Debbie was free to play with the prick above her face. She rubbed the organ on her cheeks, then under her chin. She studied it closely as she skinned back the sheath of skin that protected the hard shaft. Her tongue traced little outlines all over the cock head. She felt George's teeth biting the inside of her legs, so she took the skin of his sheath and gently followed the man's example. When she felt his tongue penetrate deep into her slit, she opened her mouth and let the throbbing prick enter.
George's tongue searched the soft ridges of the girl's labia. His chin rubbed against the bone hard ridge that protected the opening of the girl's slit. His expert tongue pushed aside the folds of skin and found the girl's clitoris and toyed with the tiny organ until it got stiff and hard like a little cock.
The girl arched her back to get the man further into the slit. Her legs tightened up, and George could feel the undulation of the girl's cute little ass picking up tempo. He started driving his own cock faster now, pushing it rapidly in and out of the girl's hungry mouth. The child's legs suddenly tightened. He felt the air hit his cock as she pulled it out of her mouth.
"Oooh, George, that feels soooo good," she moaned. "Jeesuus, it feels SOO GOOOOD!! ! " The girl's legs squeezed against his head as she began coming. "AAHHH, OOHH, GEORGE, GEEOOORRGEEEEIE!"
The young girl wildly beat on his meat as she drove herself into a wild climax. Just as she finished her orgasm, George's cock started spurting out its white come. When the girl felt the sperm hit her face, she quickly rammed the organ back into her mouth. She wanted to feel the man's prick exploding in her mouth. She wanted to taste the white come. She wanted a total experience!
When the room stopped spinning around his head, George lay there between the girl's legs for a moment, letting the raging sex storm inside him subside. As he lay there catching his breath, he tried to figure out what had just happened. He knew she was eager to get laid, but he never realized she would be so...so...proficient!
Exhausted from the giant orgasm he had just experienced, he dragged himself off the girl and leaned over on his back. He sat there, bracing himself with his elbows, looking at Debbie.
The pretty child turned her face away from his gaze. "You think I'm awful, don't you?"
"Awful? Why would I think that?" George asked.
Debbie still averted his eyes. Finally she whispered, "Because I liked it so much."
George pulled the girl to him and held her in his arms. "You're so damn silly. I think it's fantastic that you liked it so much. I think...it's...MarvelousF
"You really mean that, George?" the girl asked sincerely.
"I really mean that The only problem I can see is the business. I'm going to spend so much time making love to you, the horses are all going to get ruined from lack of exercise."
Debbie looked concerned for a moment Finally, she got the courage to ask, "Don't we have another problem?"
George smiled at the girl. He reached out and lightly teased her nipple with his finger tips. "I can't think of any."
"What about Alice?" the girl asked simply.