Chapter 1
Debbie Martin was young, innocent, and beautiful. She had long, wavy brown hair that cascaded down her back halfway to her waist. She had to brush it a long time every night to keep it that way. Her hazel eyes were wide and round, though usually hidden behind the rose-tinted lenses of her glasses. She had a short, pert, upturned nose above nice lips, neither too thin nor too full. And she had a strong jawline, denoting a firmness of resolution, though at that point Debbie was completely without resolution.
Her body was tall, about five feet six inches in height, with slender arms equally slender legs, full hips, a flat tummy, and a small, albeit solid rump. Her breasts were mammarial wonders, jutting straight out, pressing into the taut fabric of her short blue dress.
At that moment Debbie was sitting in the large den of her guardian, Maurice Merlon. Merlon himself was seated across the room from her in large, overstuffed wing chair. Both were staring at the movie Merlon had insisted she see now, on her seventeenth birthday.
It wasn't a good movie. The acting was mediocre at best. The plot was thin. All in all the directing was thin and without exactness.
The photography was excellent. That much Debbie had to admit. The picture was crystal clear, and the camera was steady, getting superb close-ups. The color was perfect, and the actors were very enthusiastic about the way they performed because it was a pure, hard-core, triple-X porno movie—the first Debbie had ever seen.
Debbie had no idea why her guardian was so insistent on her seeing the film. Never having been near a young man before, she was more than a little enthused by what she was watching, yet it was so new to her she didn't know enough to feel any kind of sexual heat burn through her.
On the screen, the hero was putting his drink down on a nearby coffee table. He was in a living room with the heroine. They had only just met in a bar, and now they were in her apartment where he had been sloshing down some more gin. In real life he would have been so stoned he wouldn't have been able to stand up, much less stand up straight. He had a solid, compact body, and Debbie was able to admire it ail the more as he began undressing.
The heroine, a girl with lovely raven hair, was also undressing. She had nice breasts, though Debbie was certain her own boobs were nicer: more solid, and more upstanding. The girl left her wisp of panty on, keeping her mons veneris covered, though the black bush on her pelvis came right through the flimsy material.
Debbie stared as the man removed his underpants. It was the very first time in her life that she had seen a penis. Oh, she had studied all about the human body with one of the many tutors her uncle had insisted teach her while she was staying in his house. She had heard the word penis, and had even seen written descriptions of what a penis was supposed to look like. Despite her curiosity, she had never been able to see so much as a hand-drawn picture of one, before. Now she was staring at one in a motion picture, seeing its hardness as it seemed to erect itself before her very eyes once the underwear were off. From a three inch squiggly piece of flesh it had grown, enlarging and swelling until it was obviously more than six inches in length. It had also thickened as it hardened. It seemed almost as thick as Debbie's own slender wrist. She watched the woman on the screen shudder in pleasant anticipation, completely unable to contain herself.
The man, obviously unable to hold himself in check, moved to her and pulled her into his arms, pressing his solid body against her full, yielding tits. He seemed to sizzle with delight as her nipples pressed into his chest. And as if contact with his chest were a signal, the woman's nipples began filling with blood and elongating. This caused them to rub all the harder against his body, thereby building the tension between them to greater heights.
The woman's arms circled his body, crushing him tightly to her. There was a closeup of their mouths coming together, lips wide open, tongues sticking out, writhing, seeking, eventually discovering. Guttural sounds of lust seemed to come from their throats as their tongues pressed against one another over and over. He seemed to be tasting the scotch she'd supposedly been enjoying as he licked her tongue. And then his tongue pushed past hers into the deeper parts of her mouth, seeking and searching.
It was plain that the man on the screen seemed to instinctively know the best way to arouse a woman. He was tantalizing her without straining himself in any way. There was no doubt he was naturally erotic and enthralling. Debbie could begin to feel something turning warm inside her, just from watching.
The woman's two arms wrapped themselves around the man's head, pulling his face to hers, locking her lips against his, letting her tongue flow into his as if both could become one. His fingers started stroking her back and continued doing so until she writhed, letting him know she could no longer take it. The woman was the one to break the kiss first. She pulled away, but only a little way away. The pressure of his hands covering her cones of breasts, squeezing their full, fleshy mounds, made her writhe even more.
The man was reacting as well. He felt the eternal desire of arousal flaming through him. It was obvious to Debbie he was regarding her as something special for the moment. She watched his thumb and forefinger surround the raven-haired woman's nipple and rub, turning the pink capsule to bright red. The nipple swelled and stretched out to even greater size, burning with desire implanted in it by his rubbing fingers.
The camera panned down to give Debbie a view of the man's aching phallus pressing into the woman's belly, rubbing the material of her panty. She saw a drop of wet stickiness ooze from the eyelike slit in the large, plumlike head. It seeped out and soaked into the panty.
"Fuck me," the woman whispered. Fuck? That was a word Debbie had never heard before What did it mean?
She watched as the dark-haired woman held herself close to the dribbling penis, rubbing it against her belly. Then she heard the woman say, "I want to know how it feels to have your cock fill my cunt. I'll blow you afterward."
Cock? Cunt? These were words Debbie, who had been carefully guarded, had never heard.
By cock, it was obvious the woman was referring to the man's masculine appendage. And when she'd said the word cunt, she had rubbed herself between her thighs.
Was it possible, Debbie wondered, for such a thick, monstrous thing to fit into the tiny, narrow hole of a woman? She didn't think it could be done.
"Fuck me now," the woman begged. "I'm so wrought up I can't take it anymore. Feed that cock to me."
Debbie saw the man's hands actually tear away the panty. Now the woman was as naked as he.
A deep-throated rumble seemed to come from the man as he threw the woman on the bed, falling on top of her. His arms reached down and gripped her hips tightly as he pressed himself against her large, pillowy tits. The man's lips planted burning kisses on the woman's face and throat. And then Debbie saw him shove his face into the cleft between the woman's tits. His hands were rubbing and squeezing the woman's nipples.
Debbie saw the woman apply her mouth to the man's ear. She watched the tongue lance out and lick into the center. The man shivered as if someone had jammed a branding iron in there, letting both, the brunette and Debbie, know how much he liked it. At the same time it was obvious the brunette was being affected by the man. Her hands were all over him. One hand slid between his thighs and grabbed on tight to the hard length of his solid phallus.
"What a wonderful prick," the brunette muttered, the delicate tips of her inflaming fingers tightening on the pulsing penis.
"Prick," Debbie thought, watching. "That's another name for the penis." Interesting. How many names did it have?
She watched as the man pulled the woman tightly against him again, literally sucking the tongue out of her mouth and into his; licking it, lapping it, pressing his tongue to it as if trying to make her tongue part of his. And the woman in turn pressed the full, lithe length of her sinuous body against the solid writhing masculine form belonging to him, grinding her hot sweet pussy against his vibrating prick.
When their mouths parted again, the woman whispered, "Now! Fuck me now!"
The scene cut to her thighs as they parted, revealing a convex, pouting cunt with rich, pink, inner labia, slurping and slavering. It gaped widely, preparing itself for the man's attack.
"Goodness!" thought Debbie. "Is that what I look like down there?"
She was certain the hole, as widely as it gaped, wouldn't be able to contain the broad sword of cock poking out from between the man's thighs. It was impossible. Even though the hole was wet and dripping, it seemed too narrow. The cock wouldn't fit inside.
"Shove it into my pussy," Debbie heard the brunette say.
Pussy. Another word for vagina. She would have to remember all these words.
The brunette's hands ran wildly over the man's solid body, and it was obvious from the quick closeup to her eyes she was getting a thrill, feeling the man's torso. Another closeup showed her hands pressing into his asscheeks, rubbing the flat gluteal buttocks briskly. And his hands in turn wandered over her body as if she were some kind of uncharted land in need of exploration.
Now Debbie was treated to a shot from underneath, looking up, as the quivering cock began pressing into the soaking, burning split of the hairlined cunt. Debbie saw the brunette lift the center of her body for a brief moment, then reach beneath her body until her fingers touched the furry ring around her pussy.
"Get that twat open!" the man was whispering huskily.
Twat! Another word for vagina. Most interesting.
The woman moved her fingers a little more and touched her curved cuntlips. Then the fingers pressed, slowly parting the slavering labia in an effort to make it easier for the cock.
Debbie stared, amazed, as the camera revealed the cock pushing its head into the cunt, the vulva expanding to contain the monstrous prod. She noticed the man wasn't able to simply stuff it right in. He had to work to get it in. The tight insides of the woman's hole were resisting every inch of the way. But little by little it let the phallus probe deeper and deeper into it until the entire length of cock was totally buried inside. The hard, meaty prick had its base rubbing anxiously against the raven hairs surrounding the entrance to the woman's burning oven. Debbie watched as the pole attempted to push in more deeply, but couldn't. She had a full view of the man's straining ass muscles, gleaming with a sheen of sweat. But mostly she saw the way his cock was buried in the brunette's tight cunt as his dangling balls slapped against the crack in the woman's ass.
It was as if the woman had been created for this particular moment on film. She was a body designed to be fitted into by a solid, probing cock. In other words, she was a woman made to be fucked. Her entire body was begging to be fucked.
But then, Debbie argued to herself, if this one woman was meant to be fucked, why, then all women were meant to be fucked. Even she was meant to be fucked. But fucking, as she'd learned in hygiene, was the way beings reproduced themselves. And if some women were meant to be fucked in order to simply bear children, then other women were meant to be fucked for the sake of the act itself.
She was learning a lot, watching this motion picture. Her guardian, who had always been a fearsome individual, always knew the right way to teach her things. He had found the right tutors for her for all her other subjects, and was not letting her watch a scene of fornication, knowing she would understand as she watched, just why the woman was being fucked. It was for pure pleasure. The woman on the screen was designed to fuck and be fucked for pleasure, and not for reproduction. Sex was as much a part of her existence as was eating.
"God!" the brunette was grunting. "Stuff my quim."
Quim! Another word for vagina.
The weighty cock continued pounding away, now pulling out, then pistoning in. Debbie had a chance to see the way it was covered with the internal secretions of the cunt it was poling, and she realized she, too, had such lubricant inside her.
"This is so great," the brunette on the screen was saying. "Keep pumping that hot dong into my nest. I can't remember when things felt better."
Dong. Another word for penis.
Nest. Another word for vagina.
There seemed no end to the amount of words one could use to describe sex organs. But one things seemed certain: however, the woman used words, she was enjoying what was being done to her. Closeups of her face showed the strain, and the enjoyment she was getting. Shots of her hips showed that she was pumping up with as much energy as the man was slamming his cock down.
Debbie squirmed where she sat, wondering how this thing would end. She knew he would eventually shoot some kind of seed into the woman. But what would it look like? How did it feel inside?
She could hear the man's heavy breathing turn ragged as if his lungs couldn't empty fast enough. Debbie saw his hands slide down and cup the brunette's round rump, using the pressure of his palms to lift her up against his thrusting cock. He was actually pulling her slender body up to meet his until all they could do was grind their pelvises circularly to create friction.
He sat back on his knees, still cupping her rump against his body, and he was once again able to move his steampole (and to Debbie it looked like a steam-powered pole) in and out of the slick, slithery gap as if the waters inside were now boiling with passion. The brunette's spiraling movements began to shorten and quicken, until her thighs suddenly surrounded him tightly, her calves locking against the backs of his thighs, tugging him more firmly against her.
"Fuck," she muttered. "Fuck, screw, pump, shove, stuff it in me! Jazz it in, ream me out, hump, plunge, slam it in."
The sound of her urging voice seemed to cause him to shove his meaty cock into the brunette's fiery hole with an ever fiercer effort. Her hot cunt was snuggling against his pelvis while she continued reaching forward, digging her nails into his pounding ass. She seemed to be urging him ever deeper, if such a thing were possible. It was amazing how her tight, squeezing hole was able to take such tremendous breadth. Debbie still couldn't believe the way the narrow tunnel had widened to accept the full dimension of his hose. His body shuddered as if his pelvis was being tickled by the fleeciness of her hairy crotch.
Debbie marveled at how the woman levered her pussy up and down so consistently, keeping perfect time to the way he was plunging his turbine in and out of her. Each time she saw a closeup of the cock moving back she noticed that the testicles seemed to tighten inside their contracting sac, building more pressure in his body. She could actually see the way the purpling head almost came out from between the sucking labia of the woman beneath him: it resembled a fancy, lavender mushroom. And then he'd flex his hips and send his cock driving back into her. It was always a hard, sudden, driving attack, running far into the flaming, sodden, gaping hole. It rammed into the brunette's cock-eating cunt with overpowering thrusts. Debbie could hear the brunette gasp with delight then grunt regularly as excitement and desire totally overwhelmed her.
It was a movie. Debbie knew it was a movie. Yet the two on the screen were not acting at that particular moment. What was happening was real. It was a natural part of life. She was coming to understand that.
The man was obviously thrilled with the way the brunette's seething cunt slid suckingly up and around the steel-like shaft he was thrusting into her. More and more colorless ointment seemed to anoint the cock with each thrust, smoothing the way for him. His tight, wrinkled sac seemed to tease her perineum now, no longer able to dangle and loudly thwack against it.
Debbie watched the man's fingers cut more deeply into the woman's buttocks, grasping the solid, meaty, round cheeks. Satisfied that he had drilled into her as far as he could, he once again retreated, and Debbie watched the way the woman squirmed rhythmically under him. Her cunt would reluctantly release the hold it had on the solid penis only because the penis promised to return after backing away for a brief instant.
The brunette was moaning a low, continuous, throaty sound: humping her body against the man's, matching him lunge for plunge, egging him on to pump all the harder and faster. Her lips were pressed into the man's throat, whimpering and begging him not to end it all too briefly.
Then their mouths were totally silent as they were lost in a mad frenzy of delightful fucking. They thrashed about madly on the huge bed, rolling from side to side, yet never falling off. Each was seeking the ultimate in physical satisfaction, a feeling with which Debbie was totally unfamiliar.
The brunette's hips were madly screwing, rotating around and around the rigid pole of masculine cock buried so far inside her. In a very close closeup, Debbie could actually see the way the brunette's vaginal muscles were contracting in time to the way the man was pumping into her; squeezing the plunging dong tightly on the instroke, and releasing it as it slid out again.
The hairy labia of the brunette's soft crack slurped noisily on the plunging rod as it pistoned in and out, in and out, sliding more and more wetly through the womanly vortex. Because he was stroking the full length of his cock back as well as forth, the brunette's tensing vaginal muscles had a chance to squeeze the cock head as well as the shank and the base.
Once more the brunette sighed, pushing her body hotly against the man's: from what she could see when the man's cock pistoned back for a moment, Debbie was positive that the cock had actually swollen and expanded, making it even more difficult to fit inside the narrow tunnel of cunt. She could hear the heavy breathing of both of them and knew a finish was near.
The brunette was mixing sighs with her gasps, her body striving madly under that of the man. Her muscles were involuntarily tightening, just as those of the man were stiffening.
Now the woman's hands gripped his head and pressed his face to hers, kissing his mouth strongly. Her fingers entwined themselves in his hair. Another closeup showed her teeth chewing on his tongue, after which her own tongue was slurped into his mouth where he could suck on it.
The man was hurrying his plunges now, fucking his solid staff into the tight dimple of the brunette's pussy. Yet Debbie noticed the length of his stroke remained constant as he plunged the full length of his dong into her only to pull almost all the way out before once again plunging forward.
The brunette's thighs tightened and moved higher up on his back, giving Debbie an even better view of the way his prick was slamming into the juicing tunnel. Her thighs squeezed, pulling him ever deeper into the lusting depths of her anxious womanhood; but even with her heels hooked behind his thighs, squashing him strongly against her, the brunette was unable to shorten his stroke. And Debbie, watching the way her cuntlips tightened around the man's plunger, saw that the brunette was on the verge of something magnificent.
The closeup cut to a scene of their tongues continuing to duel. She was mumbling obscene love words to spur him on. Another cut, and Debbie saw the woman's heels kicking the man's rump as her knees squeezed around his limber waist. And there followed a series of intercuts, showing their lips, the cock speeding up in the cunt, their crushed bosoms, the cock still working in the cunt, her nails tearing at his asscheeks while her feet kicked them, a closeup of her closed eyes, the cock working in the cunt, a closeup of his bulging eyes, and again the cock tunneling into her weeping cunt.
A medium shot let Debbie see how tightly they clung to one another, never missing a stroke: which meant that more than one camera was being used to shoot these scenes. Passion had built up in the two of them to where they were oblivious of the cameras.
"Arrrggghhh ... " the woman yelled gutturally. The camera focused on her mouth, then cut to her see thing pussy.
Then there was another closeup of the two faces together as the brunette yelled, "I'm coming, I'm coming ... " What did she mean, she was coming? Debbie wondered "I'm co-o-o-m-m-m-I-I-n-n-g-g ... oaaaaaahhhhhrrrrr ... "
The woman's thighs uncrossed and spread wide open, displaying a completely vulnerable cunt to Debbie's eyes. The girl stared in wonder as the mighty flesh-plunger continued slamming into the squishing hole with repeated efforts.
And then there was a cut to the man's face as his mouth opened to yell, "Yaaarrrggghhh ... " as he came to his own climax.
They cut back to the cock slamming into the cunt, and Debbie watched and saw the heavy white cream come leaking out from around his plunging prick. It began dribbling down the insides of the woman's thighs. The camera zoomed in on the white dribbling drops of spunk, giving Debbie a better opportunity to examine the liquid.
As she watched, she could hear the heaving grunts of both the man and the woman as they continued pummeling their bodies against each other. They still couldn't get enough of one another, even as they heaved and gasped and squeezed their muscles together.
What could they be feeling? Debbie wondered. What kind of sensations were traveling through their bodies to make them convulse so spastically yet urge themselves on for even more? She was curious about it all, yet for all that she'd seen, and for all that she'd learned, she didn't feel the urge to know these experiences first hand ... at least not yet. She was more curious than aroused.
When the man collapsed on top of the brunette, the film ended. Afterward, Debbie had to sit through three more films. One showed the art of cunnilingus, spelling the word out on the screen as a title. When she saw the man licking at the woman's pussy, she once again found herself curious. Then she saw a film on anal/genital intercourse and decided it was probably very uncomfortable for the woman. Finally there was a film on fellatio. The mere idea seemed to disgust her and she almost heaved. Somehow managing to contain herself, she watched it to the end, wondering how women could ever perform something so monstrous, especially swallowing that white fluid.