Chapter 3
Alone in her bedroom, Debbie sat on the oversized bed and shuddered. She felt like a helpless little girl being forced into doing horrible things by some fearsome beast who had control over her.
Her uncle was a lecher. He lusted after her, but until that night she'd had no inkling of it. It had been so much better when she'd believed he was caring for her simply because he was her legally-appointed guardian, doing the job because he had to, not because he wanted to. And now, all of a sudden, she realized he wanted her for her body. He wanted to do all the things she had seen men do in those films. And he expected her to reciprocate by performing those unmentionable acts she'd seen women perform.
She recalled the closeups of the man whose face was pressed between the thighs of the anxious woman. She remembered the tongue flicking in and out of the watering pussy, lapping all over, touching the protruding bit of flesh on top; the, piece called the clitoris.
How utterly disgusting for a man to push his face into a woman's vagina that way. But it was no better than the sight of the woman taking that huge, fat, round penis into her mouth, stuffing it to the back of her throat. How disgusting she looked when that man finally came. She could see the white cream falling from the woman's mouth all over the man's pelvis.
How could her uncle expect her to do these terrible things? What kind of evil freak could he be?
She was still sitting there, full-clothes, when the door opened and Maurice Merlon, wearing a large blue dressing gown, filled the doorway with his amorphous bulk.
"You should have been showered and in bed," he said, shutting the door behind him as walked into the room.
"Oh God!" she whimpered, standing up.
He reached for her, grabbing an arm. Debbie violently yanked her arm away from her guardian's grasp and stood away from him, shuddering and staring at him wildeyed, her huge, cannonshell—shaped tits swelling under the top of her dress.
"Please, Uncle Maurice," she said, shuddering. "Don't. I'm not ready for any of this."
"You're as ready as you'll ever be, I've waited too long for this moment to let you cheat me of you," he replied, a heaviness to his voice. Debbie could see the glaze of wantonness in his eyes.
"I'm ... dirty," she said weakly.
"The bath or the shower can easily remedy that," he breathed.
"I ... have my ... period," she gasped.
"Your period ended last week. You forget. I'm fully aware of your womanly cycle. I'd have to be in order to make sure you receive the right contraceptive pills at the proper time."
"Uncle," she begged, "Don't play these kind of games with me."
"I'm not playing games, Debbie. This is the real thing," he told her as she stood facing him, shivering and unable to think. His almost-black eyes seemed to drill into her as he approached her again.
"I've waited twelve years for you, Debbie. Twelve long agonizing years."
"You've had thousands of women in that time," she screeched.
"I've fucked thousands of women. But I've never loved any of them. I've been waiting for you to grow up to this night so I could have a woman to love. I want to love you, Debbie, and I want you to learn to love me."
Before she could argue, he had literally picked her up as he'd once done when she'd been only five years old. He picked her up just as easily now.
"No ... uncle ... no," Debbie was yelling. "Don't do this thing. Put me down!"
He carried her into the luxurious bathroom where she had cared for herself these past twelve years, and set her down on the thickly piled carpeting of blue nylon. Debbie tore herself away from him, moving to the other side of the bathroom.
"How dare you!" she screamed. "You fat, ugly old toad! How dare you think I could ever come to like something like you."
The words didn't seem to affect him at all. He was actually smiling as he reached out, spun her around, and pulled down the zipper to her dress. Then he grabbed the bottom of her dress, and with quick jerks, tugged it up, over her head, and off, always careful not to tear it. Debbie tried hugging the dress to her body before he could pull it away, but he yanked it from her all-but-nerveless fingers, and tossed it to the side.
"Uncle, you're insane," Debbie screamed. "Don't do this. You'll hurt me."
"I hope not," he said, still smiling, though his face was red with his exertions. "But I might easily lose my temper and slap you if you continue struggling like this."
He was pressing her rump against him with an arm around her waist while using the other hand to undo her bra.
"Uncle," she screamed again, flailing with her arms and legs. "Stop it, stop it, stop it ... " Her long, lustrous, wavy brown hair flailed wildly from side to side.
"You did say something about being dirty." he murmured. "Well the time has come for us to remove the dirt," he grunted, removing a bit more of her clothing as if she were some kind of rag doll.
Debbie suddenly realized he was enjoying her efforts to resist as much as he intended enjoying her body. When she pulled away and tried moving around him to his left, he easily blocked the way. When she twisted to the right he was there with her. And all their movements were reflected in the many bathroom mirrors all over the walls.
"Let me take my own bath," she begged, tears streaming from her eyes.
He had managed to remove her pantyhose, but she still wore her panty, and though he'd loosened her bra straps, she used her arms to press the bra against her body. And she realized, looking at her reflections in the various mirrors, that she appeared every bit as provocative as those women she'd seen in the films. In fact, she was even more arousing. Her body was more youthful, and through her fear, she had to admit she did look infinitely more desirable. Wisps of pubic hair were already showing from around the nylon crotch of her lace panty. No matter how she tried covering herself with her hands there was no way she would have been able to cover her delectable flesh. Her uncle's eyes seemed to be able to see beyond those last vestiges of clothing, and she knew now there was no way past him. All that was left to her was retreat, and so she backed up, moving into the enormous shower stall behind her.
She flattened her body against the far wall, feeling utterly helpless and lost. She stared in terror as her uncle slowly undid his dressing gown and folded it over a nearby towel rack. Then he stood there, arms akimbo, laughing at her fears. He looked like Bacchus, the overweight God of Wine. His arms didn't bulge muscularly, but neither was there heavy fat hanging from them. Though his skin was far from smooth, he was by no means as hairy as she imagined. The hair, on his chest was very light. All his excess weight was carried in his stomach, which, even though it stood out, didn't hang down. His huge cock stood out like part of some ancient mangonel as it peered out from the black pubic jungle directly underneath his belly. And what a cock it was. In the four different films she'd watched, Deborah had seen four different men, each with a different-sized organ, though the difference was not that great. But what she saw now was monstrous. It had to be at least eight inches in length. And its breadth was half again as thick as the thickest of the members she'd seen in those films. This was a pole no human woman could hope to take in any of her orifices. Was he mad? Was he insane? Did he actually expect to poke that monster into any part of her?
She began trembling violently, her hands now flat against the wall behind her as she pressed into it with her arms outspread. She was some kind of female goat being brought to the slaughter. He was making her some kind of sacrificial lamb. He wanted to destroy her. My God, my God! she thought. What will he do to me?
But she was fully aware of what he intended doing. That huge, thick, monstrous spike of flesh protruding from beneath his stomach told her precisely what he intended doing.
He stepped into the stall and stared into her eyes. Then he let his eyes slowly wander down, once again running all over her trembling body.
"You're the loveliest woman of them all," he whispered to her in soft, soothing tones.
Her fear made her pant, and her panting caused her large, shimmering breasts to rise and fall exquisitely. Her nostrils swelled and dilated in terror, and her fingertips seemed dead-white where they crushed themselves against the wall.
She could see her reflection in his eyes, as if seeing herself with his mind. After having seen those movies, she could understand, to some extent, her uncle's attraction to her. What she saw in his eyes didn't look real. She was beautiful, perhaps too beautiful, and the terrified girl in his eyes seemed to be begging to be raped, though in her own mind Debbie was hoping he would disappear.
When his hand reached out and caressed her shoulder, she felt the warmth of his palm, almost as if she could be secure with him. "I don't want to harm you, Debbie," he said softly. "I love you. I always have loved you. Now I'm going to love you as completely as any man could love a woman. Don't be afraid. First I'm going to wash your body, just as I did that first night I brought you home with me. As terrified as you were then, you were totally relaxed when you felt my touch, knowing I was near to protect you. I know you're tired, just as you were tired that night."
Debbie heard his voice continue to speak, intoning words softly, almost in a whisper, doing its best to make her relax. He was speaking to her as he'd spoken to her that night he'd taken her away from her parents' house, after telling her that her parents were no longer around. She would have to live with him. She had clung to him, a terrified little five year old girl. It had been the only night he had been loving, warm, reassuring. Now, once again, he was talking to her the same way.
She felt his hands slide the bra straps off her shoulder, then he slid them off her arms and threw it behind him, out of the stall, onto the carpeted bathroom floor. All the while his eyes remained locked on her face, keeping her eyes staring into his, letting her see herself.
With slow, deliberate movements, her uncle's fingers began gently touching her, moving along the white, meaty bulges of her breasts running gently across her aureole, barely touching her nipples. And Debbie stared at the girl in her uncle's eyes, watching her body tremble with delight at the sensations being caused by his touch. She watched the girl in her uncle's eyes wriggle just a little as hands moved down her slender sides to her waist and pushed the bikini panty down over her hips to the floor of the stall shower. He used his toes to tug the panty from around her ankle, not wanting to break the contact of their eyes. As long as Debbie could watch what was happening in his eyes, she felt as if it was another movie, and not something happening to her. True, she felt tingly and shivery, but her mind had not yet associated the sensations she felt with what she was seeing.
She saw her uncle step back in the stall shower once her panty had been flipped out onto the carpet. His eyes were no longer on her face, but wandering over her entire body. And Debbie was totally hypnotized. She was an unmoving human carving, one leg bent just the littlest bit at the knee from when his foot had removed her panty. She felt his eyes wandering over the flatness of her stomach and the roundness of her hips. Her very slim fragility seemed to make her all the more helpless and dependent on the man who stared lovingly at her at that moment.
His eyes were busy taking in the fullness and rotundity of her solid breasts as they stood up so firm in spite of their size. They looked like gigantic, perfectly-shaped boulders resting against the flat side of a mountain. Her nipples, teased by the cool air, seemed to enlarge a little, looking like pink noses.
The brown curls on her pubis were short, tight, and a perfect carpet for her mons veneris. And her pussy lips were so tightly compressed together, their pinkness was totally hidden. The white of her stomach and loins seemed to accent her private parts, and Debbie, looking once more into the eyes of her guardian, knew he was congratulating himself for having waited this long to enjoy her; as if she were some delectable wine whose aging had been completed, and was now ready for tasting.
Merlon took two steps toward her, and she felt his huge stomach press itself against the satin smoothness of her own body. His hands reached down and caressed her silken hips, pulling her even closer until their lower halves were rubbing one against the other. She could feel the solid stiffness of his throbbing meat against her white stomach, forced straight up between them. She should have been repelled by it all, yet she wasn't. The one movie that did intrigue her had been the first one, and frightened as she was of her uncle, she felt she was almost ready to endure such an experience, if only to discover what it was all about.
As it was, she could feel the pressing prick throb against her stomach in regular beats, almost as if in time to the pumpings of his heart. She was terrified, yet, like a bird staring into the eyes of a snake, she was totally fascinated and unable to pull away.
She felt his bulk starting to press against her, shoving her firmly against the cold tile behind her. And all the while his body warmed the front of her, crushing the pink tips of her huge white breasts as his head leaned down and his lips pressed themselves to hers. His mouth kissed hers gently. It was the first kiss she had ever known. It was light, gentle, almost like a soft breeze against her own lips. She writhed a little as she felt his fingers crawl their way up her body until his palms were gently pressing against the strawberry peaks of her snow-white mountains. She could feel the way her nipples swelled, like flower buds opening, as he pressed them with his palm, making her tingle and shiver, as she writhed all the more, enjoying it.
Debbie suddenly exhaled, realizing she had been holding her breath from sheer fright. Now, as his hands rubbed her nipples, moving in concentric circles, she understood he wasn't doing anything to harm her, yet. As long as there was no pain, she would do whatever she could to please him, as she had always tried pleasing him when she younger. Even so, the pressure of his oversized stomach against her firm, compact body, was far from the most pleasant sensation in the entire world.
A warm, slippery thing was pushing between her lips. It was his tongue. She remembered seeing how the man and woman in the first film had tongue-kissed over and over. She parted her lips, admitting his tongue into her mouth, letting it seek out her own tongue. When she felt the pressure of his slippery oral digit against that of her own, Debbie shivered deliciously. It felt so much better than it had looked when it was on the screen. He searched and licked, plunging his tongue in and out, touching every part of her gums, her teeth, and the crevices between, but touching them in such a way she trembled with building lust.
She could taste his breath. It was sweet with the wine he had enjoyed while they'd been watching the films. His lips were pressing against her delectably sensuous mouth as his tongue began thrusting in and out of her mouth. It made her think of those closeups of the penis plunging in and out of the woman's tight, squeezing vagina. Her uncle's tongue was fucking her mouth much the same way, and much as she didn't want to admit it, she was enjoying it.
His heavy hands were pressing strongly on her breasts now, rotating madly, delighting in the touch of her wondrous nakedness. She knew he had been imagining how her body had developed each time he'd looked at her. She had always thought he'd kept away from her rooms before because he didn't care one way or the other about her. Now she knew, he hadn't wanted to spoil this moment for himself by seeing her before she was totally developed. What his dark, secret eyes had lusted after so silently for so many years, his hands were now enjoying.
Widening chills of wonderful delight crawled slowly across the outside of Debbie's body as Merlon's hands began to wander carefully across her torso. Tiny stabs of lascivious enjoyment were shooting outward from her swollen nipples, spreading out in erotic warmth within her. The heat pulsing through her seemed to keep time with the way his hard cock was throbbing as it still pressed flatly against her belly. Her mind was reeling with the suddenness of this onslaught. She had just enough of her senses left to understand there was really no way she could avoid what her uncle had in mind. And like the proverbial rape victim in the Confucius allegory, since it was inevitable, she might as well lie back and enjoy it as best she could.
That was when Debbie realized her body had been fighting her mind. What she had been mentally fighting, her body wanted. What she thought looked painful or downright disgusting, was that for which her body was pleading. Fighting her uncle had been impossible enough. Fighting her body was something of which she was totally incapable, especially since her body wanted what her uncle wanted. It was two against one, and one of the two was her own inner self. She was in no way equipped to fight as formidable an enemy as herself. And God! The touch of his hands was so exciting, Debbie couldn't help feeling her body respond to the way her uncle's fingers were working.
What kind of an animal am I becoming? Debbie wanted to know. How can I allow the rest of me to become subservient to what my body wants? Why can't I control myself in anyway?
It really didn't seem to make much sense. All her life her uncle had kept her sheltered from such things. She knew about reproduction. She knew it was done through intercourse. But she'd had no idea how intercourse was performed. She had no way of knowing what it was that caused the male body to unleash the seed inside itself, letting it flow into the female.
Her uncle had sheltered her from other males, letting her see them only when she went shopping. but then only under his own watchful eye. When the males had looked at her, she'd had no idea that it was because she was so beautiful. She didn't even know beauty and ugliness played a part in life.
And now, suddenly, here she was, playing the type of wanton woman she'd thought only a woman like Camille could be. She was giving her body freely, not even fighting any longer. What was wrong with her? Her uncle, though fear from ugly, was by no means a handsome prince-charming. He was more than twice her age, he was exceedingly fat.
"My poor, sweet, tired Debbie," he was whispering into her ear, and she felt even hotter as his breath burned through her.
She felt his lips grip her earlobe and pull, and she shivered with anticipation. She liked it. Yes, she liked it. Icy chills shuddered through her as he fucked his tongue into her ear the way had had fucked it into her mouth moments before.
She squirmed a little, moving as if to let him know she wasn't nearly as tired as he believed. She wanted him to think she still had some strength for resistance, though the truth of the matter was there was no way on earth she could resist.
Her eyes had been closed. Now she opened them and saw the curve of his shoulder. Looking down, she saw the masterful way his fingers were manipulating her nipples, kneading the flesh, teasing the sensitivity. The nipple of one tit seemed to stretch itself out to meet his compressing fingers.
And then one of his hands was running down and caressing her buttocks. He was trying to raise her ass just a little, as if trying to fit his log of thick cock between her thighs.
"Let's take that shower," he mumbled into her ear, and Debbie found herself nodding in agreement with him. Yes, yes, anything he wanted; anything.
With one hand still pressing on her lush tit, he touched his lips to hers again and reached out with his other hand, turning on the water. The initial spray hitting them was cold and almost shocked her our of the delightful hypnotic reverie in which he had her. The shower head was behind him and off to her right, and his back took most of the spray, though she could feel the rest of it coming from his shoulders, dropping down onto her.
Little by little the shower turned warm, and Debbie suddenly realized her mouth was responding to the tongue kisses her uncle was giving her. She was kissing back, licking his tongue with hers, licking his lips as well.
"My hair," she murmured, and with one hand reached out and grabbed a showercap on a nearby nozzle. She put it on, tucking her hair underneath, and suddenly she realized she couldn't see. She was still wearing her glasses. Her uncle quickly removed them and flipped them out onto the carpet outside before closing the shower stall door.
And then she felt him soaping her body, working up a rich lather on her back and belly. From there, his hands worked up to her breasts and tweaked her nipples as he washed her, making her wriggle with more heat than ever. Each passing second seemed to arouse her all the more.
Then a soapy hand moved between her thighs. She didn't want to open her loins but her body fought her mind and her limbs automatically parted. A slithery, soapy finger moved into the groove of her sopping cunt. Yes, her cunt was river of desire. And as the digit began sliding back and forth along the groove, she found herself fighting for breath, gasping as the heat in her body built to undreamed of heights. She had no idea a person could feel so totally aroused. These were sensations totally alien to her body, and now that she was feeling them, they were taking complete control of her. She felt her pelvis thrust forward against the finger rubbing its way back and forth against her creaming slot. The finger moved in a slow, teasing rhythm, reaching all the way back to titillate her asshole, as well. Then the finger moved back and moved like an oily pellet around the outer ridges of her twitching labia.
"Oh ... " she sidled. "Oh Uncle Maurice ... uhhh ... don't ... don't do this ... oooh ... to me ... aaaaaahhhhhh ... "
She was the slave of that wicked finger as it continued pushing its way back and forth, jolting new sensations into her body. She shoved her stomach forward all the harder to prevent him from breaking that wonderful contact with his fingers.
All the while his heated lips and tongue were kissing her throat and her face and her lips. He brushed her eyelids, her temples, and her forehead with his mouth, but always returned to her yearning lips. And all the while his finger kept sliding back and forth through the slash between her labial slices.
Then his hand moved out of her groin and slid up as, with both palms he cupped her oversensitive nipples. He crushed and pressed them, only to have the slippery buds pop out of his hands, igniting her senses to higher and greater passions. Heat began building in her nipples to such a high degree, she was certain nothing would extinguish her internal flames.
His hands reached behind her now, gripping both rounded asscheeks. He lifted her higher now, making her stand on her toes, and Debbie felt the hard, hot, rigid skewer of cock slide under her body, between her thighs, popping out from between her glueal cheeks, behind. The solid, blunt head pressed its corona into her asscheeks, making her shudder as she rubbed her body back and forth, feeling the bristles of his pubic hair rub against her own mossy mound.
"Uuunnnhhhuuuhhh," she moaned as he shoved his tool back and forth between her thighs without actually penetrating her pussyhole.
The hard lunge of his belly against hers built the fires in her to greater heights. It was unbelievable to think she would be aroused by a bloated stomach rubbing against hers, yet it was happening. She had no control over herself. Her internal organs felt as if they'd already been consumed.
Her arms were around his neck, holding him close, and all the while, his own hands were cupping her buttocks, pressing her more tightly against him. His mouth was a raging inferno as it blazed against hers, and she could feel her nipples scratching his chest as they reached out to feel the hot flesh of his body.
Breaking the kiss, Debbie pressed her head into her uncle's shoulder, looking down at the way his whalelike belly hid his pumping cock. But each time he pulled back, she had a glimpse of the weighty log clasped tightly between her thighs. And she could feel the pressure of his seething corona scrape her asscheeks, perineum, and pussylips. The solid prong seemed to be enhancing everything as it rammed a warm, plunging, licentious urge through her body again and again. Whatever mild fatigue she'd felt long ago, was rapidly giving way to aggression on her own part. She realized this and wanted to fight it, and so once again begged him to stop, though her voice completely lacked any conviction.
"Oh ... no ... " she muttered, her head straight down and staring at his stomach, his cock, and her thighs. "Oh Uncle, don't ... uuuhhh ... do this ... ooohhhmmmmmm ... uhhh ... "
Her voice was almost a soft whisper, knowing he might just be foolish enough to comply if she said it any louder. She didn't want it to stop. She didn't want it to end in so unfulfilling a manner. And yet she knew she didn't dare admit to liking it. Her body was shuddering madly as the cascading waters bounced off Merlon's shoulders and rinsed some of the soap from her breasts. Her solid loins were tightly squeezing the solid, pulsating prick that slid between them, trying to capture the thick log and once and for all force it into the tightness of her own teeming twat. She didn't care, that it looked too large to fit into her. She had to try, anyway. It felt so gloriously wonderful.
His hands were squeezing her asscheeks, making her vibrate. And the vibrations surged up into her belly, and farther up into her sensitive breasts and swollen nipples. Fiery torment surged through her, and oh God! It felt so fantastic.
Lord! She could feel his hardened staff rubbing even faster as it seemed to swell all the more.
"No," she heard his whispered mutter. "Mustn't finish here."
She realized he had been on the verge of reaching his own pinnacle. How had the girl in the movie described it? Coming! Yes, that was it. Her uncle had almost come. He had almost unleashed that white cream inside him against the shower wall.
It would have been better that way, her mind rationalized. Once he'd come, he might not have been able to do anything more. Maybe if she squeezed her thighs all the tighter and rubbed faster ...
But his hands were pushing her away as he pulled his thick, swollen dong from between her tight thighs. He had no intention of rushing things. He hoped to drag out this marvelous seduction of his niece as long as possible. She knew he was all but suffering from the pressure of her white, soapy body against his.
It seemed to take all of his self-control to keep from shooting his load. He had been practicing with all those other women, waiting for this one time, when he had what was most precious in the world to him. Hers was the cunt his cock had prepared for all these years. He had no intention of spoiling things with a premature ejaculation. She was a lovely vision of delightful reality; a dream finally come true after untold eons of waiting.
A hand slid down her planed belly past her navel and inched through sopping brown curls to the top of the seething slit between her legs. Debbie, completely lost to the touch of him, parted her thighs and let his finger slide in and press against her swollen, aching clitoris. She felt his own thighs open around her, as if to hold her in place, and then he was using his other hand to bring his heavy pole back so he could rub its amethyst head against her electrified man-in-the-boat. She felt the bulbous knob rub against the tightly closed lips of her seething pussy as it scorched her clitoris with its maddening friction. And as his smooth, porous dome pressed itself against her aching clit, she felt her cocklike extension of hard flesh grow even more; as if trying to reach out and find some hole in him in which to bury itself.
"MMmmmmmmnnnnnnnnnhhhhhh ... " Debbie sighed, feeling the very core of her being sensitively touched.
Electricity seemed to work its way through her nerves and she shuddered madly again and again, bucking against his fingers. These were feelings with which she had been totally unfamiliar, but now that she'd discovered them she knew she would be a slave to them the rest of her life.
She squealed as his finger pushed and suddenly seemed to find the portal to her entire inner temple. She screamed in her mind to keep his finger out, but her body disregarded her brain as her thighs widened and accepted him. He had found the way into her secret self. God! Great, wonderful God!
She was tight. His index finger had difficulty moving into her, even covered as it was with the lubricating soap that didn't harm mucous tissue. Thrills overpowered her mind with such totality and finality, she nearly fainted. It was all so much more marvelous than those idiot movies had led her to believe. And along with the finger sliding into her, she could feel the pressure of his hard, fat, heavy cock as it continued riding back and forth.
She felt his mouth come down on her nipple, sucking it vibrantly, and instantly another overpowering thrill shot through her. Wherever his fingers and mouth touched her, she seemed ready to explode. And yet, with all that he was doing to her, she still hadn't experienced any ultimate thrills. She still hadn't felt anything designed to make her yell and scream as those women had done in the films. Even with her entire body enveloped in a wall of simmering flame, she was anxious to feel what it was like to come.
All her fear, all her shame, all her abhorrence seemed to have completely melted away. What remained was an overpowering desire to climax; to come. The man pressing against her no longer had a face or a name. All he had was the ability to make her come. He had already roused her hidden, instinctive senses, bringing them to a summit of pure ecstasy she found too wonderful to be true.
"Debbie ... " she heard him grunt. "My little Debbie ... sweet Debbie ... wonderful ... ahhhhhh ... Debbie ... my lovely, warm, tender ... oooooohhh ... little Debbie ... ahhhhhh ... "
He was crushing his heavy stomach against her flat belly and rounded thighs, letting his hot ramrod slide through the length of her slithery trough as his finger, once inside, now played a mad sexual fantasy against her quivering clit. And the little nubbin was only too anxious to obey.
She, herself, wriggled as she felt his hot breath on her throat and in her ear. She had so much love in her to give, and now, for the first time, he was accepting it.
She shuddered like a willow in the wind, pressing herself more tightly against him. Had he not been holding her up, her knees would have buckled and she would have fallen right there, in the shower.
He pulled his body to the side a little, letting the water rinse all the soap off her. Then, with one finger still pressing the fiery button of her clit, and with his heavy cock sawing back and forth between her thighs, he used his other hand to turn off the water.
Debbie, in a light trance, was almost unaware of anything other than the way his finger and penis were working magic in her hot, seething body. Tiny sighs eased from between her lips now and again.
With the water off, the sound of the shower stopped and all that could be heard was the beating of their hearts, mingling with the echoing of their breathing. Their mouths remained melted together for a long minute. Then she felt his hand sweep off her shower cap as he gently ushered her out of the stall and onto the bathroom carpet.
There was a thick white bath towel on a rack nearby. Merlon grabbed it and used it to dry her yearning, burning body, blotting the water from her perfect flesh. He continued branding kisses wherever he dried her, and Debbie shuddered anew with each bit of pressure from his lips. Dimly, she heard sounds of love and words of reassurance as she clutched him tightly to her.
"Good girl," she heard him whisper faintly, lightly patting the towel between her thighs.
It seemed to take forever, but at last both were completely dry. He dropped the towel on the floor and turned to take the girl in his arms.
"Come, lovely girl," he whispered. "A bed is the proper setting, now."
"No," she murmured, leaning back against the long, wide, avocado bathroom counter. "Here. I want it in here the first time."
Her head fell forward, letting her long brown hair cascade down on either side of her face. Her hands gripped the edge of the counter so tightly, her knuckles were white. Her thighs remained wide apart, revealing the rich pinkness beneath the curly brown hair.
She could hear him almost wheezing as he stared at her. It was gratifying to know the sight of her could affect him the way his hand, mouth, fingers had gotten to her. She stared at the way his solid cock seemed to point up at her.
My God! she thought. He wants to put his mouth down there, too. Is there no end to his depravity?
"Get ready," he whispered. "I'm about to give you a little more."
"Oh no!" she cried, and then felt another wave of agony as he gripped her asscheeks, pressed the backs of her thighs against the counter, and forced in another inch of heavy cock.
Through the pain, Debbie could sense another feeling trying to make its way to the surface. It was another new feeling; something she had never known before. She couldn't quite make it out because the pain was still so overpowering. But whatever it was, it was getting stronger, as if it was part of her uncle's determination to stuff his entire shaft of meat into her. It was as if he intended ramming it up so high she would have the head protrude from her mouth.
She knew her uncle was enjoying her agony. She could see the wild look in his eye. He was thrilled with an expression far more intense than anything she'd seen on the face of the man in the film, yet he was barely inside her. Her tight, grasping cunt was as difficult to penetrate as a squeezing vise.
"Uncle Maurice," she whispered in a croaking voice. "It hurts. If you love me as you say, please don't hurt me anymore."
She had no idea if she actually said the words, though she knew she had thought them. Whether or not she said them never would have mattered anyway. She had even thought them too late. It was too late for anything now. He was going to rupture her membrane, causing her even greater pain. Her uncle was going to thoroughly and totally fuck her. There was no way on earth she could have dislodged him. If her very existence depended on her virginity, she was as good as dead.
The other sensation inside her was stronger, now. It was something as unbelievable as all the other lustful, wanton feelings she had come to know this night. It was greater, more powerful, more wonderful than all the others combined. And it was on an equal par with her pain now. It left her in a quandary, because she knew the further he pressed into her, the greater the pain. But she also knew that with the pain would come the rapture. And since the rapture, which had been so tiny before, was no on a par with the intensity of the pain, it was only a matter of minutes before it would surpass the pain.
Her lustful body was beyond that moment when it could return. She didn't want to admit it to herself, but she was glad she felt that long, hot, hard staff shoving its way into her tight trough. His seething cock felt so flamingly hot and demanding, she knew she would not be content until she felt all of it. Take her useless virginity! Destroy it! Remove it once and for all, and let her feel the full length and breadth of that masterful penis.
All she cared for now was the pressure created by her uncle's hot, hard cock added to her own delirious rapture as she half-sat, half-stood on that bathroom counter, feeling his hands press her asscheeks to force her to keep her balance. The place where the countertop edge dug into her ass was merely an annoyance compared to the pain she had felt previously. Oh God!
She leaned back, away from him, putting all her weight on the edge of the counter as she raised her thighs high and wrapped them around his ass. She could feel his heavy belly pressing against hers, and she no longer hated it. She loved the feel of it pressing down against her.
In the mirror she could see how taut his asscheeks were as he readied himself for another push. There would be more pain. She knew that. But now she wanted it, because the delight building up in her body had already surpassed the hurt, and the more pain she felt, the more pleasure she would feel.
"Uncle," she moaned, tears streaming down her cheeks, "Uncle, fuck me, fuck me good. Fuck me hard."
"So I shall," he promised. "So I shall." And he levered his hips forward again.
Debbie felt blinding pain and searing agony as his cock tore right through her hymeneal barrier. Then, even as she wept openly for the loss of her unwanted hymen, her thighs tightened their hold around him, tugging him forward, feeling him inch every last bit of hot, thick prick into the sticky, sucking, gripping infinity of her seething cunt.
"OH MY GODDDDDD!"
This last was not from Debbie, but came from her uncle's mouth as the last little bit of his oversized cock buried itself all the way inside her. Slowly, very slowly the clasping tightness of her crushing tube opened to the stabbings as he steadily shoved his hot pike into her sucking pouch, feeling it fit around his probe like a tight sleeve. He gripped her ass tightly feeling her inner channel adjust to the way his seething prick nosed into it. He was in, all the way in, locked into her cavern of a million pleasures. It was what he had dreamed of all these years, and Debbie could see the burning lights of lust flame higher than ever now that his dream was coming true.
To her it felt unbelievable. The woman in the picture had not begun to display how she really felt with her expressions, assuming she felt as good as Debbie did at that particular moment.
She felt the inner walls of her slick pussy tightly continue gripping his tingling cock, and the cock felt as if it had an abrasive exterior as it rubbed back and forth inside her.
"Oh God!" Debbie heard herself scream, as his plunging penis began tugging back and thundering forward.
She tightened her body and raised her head, arching her back and stiffening her body. Her uncle's lips came down on hers, and once again they tongue-dueled, each tongue-fucking the other's mouth as his fat, pounding cock continued slamming into her squashing, tight, pussy, crushing his probe until it felt as if it were pencil-thin.
Even with the wonderful thrill of his steaming cock slamming into her tight quim giving her new thrills, there was still pain. Every now and again the pain became a little overpowering. He was immense. She had never been designed to hold anything quite this fat or long. His prick was not only an instrument of delight. It was an instrument of torture, as well. How could she ever hold such a mastodonlike penis inside of her.
"Oh Uncle Maurice," she wept, clinging tightly to him, feeling him continually drive his phallus into her. "It hurts so much, yet it feels so good."
"You're very tight, lovely one," he breathed into her ear, his hands still tightly clutching her asscheeks so she could keep her balance against the edge of the counter. "Don't cry. The pain will soon fade. You'll open up wide enough to hold me at anytime. I know how it must hurt. I've never ... uhhh ... fucked anyone this ... ohhh ... tight ... ahhh ... before."
He was easing his broad prong back now, pulling it almost all the way out, then he was stuffing it all the way back into her, filling up her hot, tight hole with every last millimeter of cock. She continued writhing in his grasp, crying out loudly, squealing with a mixture of agony and pain.
Again and again she felt his blazing phallic wand plunge into the flaming constriction of her formerly-virgin snatch. She could feel the way her blistering cunt seemed to gobble him up despite its tightness.
His mouth was no longer on hers, but sucking on one of her nipples as her arched body pushed itself farther back, giving his tongue access to her tit.
"Owwwooowww," Debbie cried, feeling her poor cunt being tugged and ripped by the heavy poling it was receiving.
The way his expert mouth sucked on her nipple only made her cunt tighten its grip on his fucking cock. He had her impaled, but it was a question at this point of who was dealing out the most punishment to whom. She had literally become an extension of him sitting as she was on his seething cock like lamb on a shish-kabob.
She could hear him almost wheezing as he stared at her. It was gratifying to know the sight of her could affect him the way his hands, mouth, and fingers had gotten to her.
Raising her head a little, she stared at the way his solid cock seemed to point up and at her, as if accusing her of its condition. In the mirrors she could see the way his asscheeks tightened and trembled as his hot cock seemed to jerk and twitch more than ever. She could also feel a light trickle down her left thigh. Looking in one of the mirrors, she saw a droplet of the hot, bubbling lubricant from her tender pussy as it dribbled its way down her inner thigh. And her large tits were bobbling and bouncing as she found she was panting with desire.
"Here it will be," he assured her, grabbing her waist and hoisting her sc she sat on the counter. Even as he gripped her, she lowered her mouth to his, sighing as their lips clashed together and their tongue twisted around one another. She felt his tongue sink deep into her throat, darting and fencing with hers. Then she felt his firm hands wander over her silken back, running down to her buttocks, lightly tracing the tenderness of her hot flesh, seeking out every curve. Once more she felt his hands clasp her asscheeks, jerking her closer to him as he stood against where she was sitting.
He was going to do it here and now. Debbie knew it. He was going to stuff that impossibly fat cock into her tender, coral cunt.
Gasping, she watched him grasp his mighty truncheon, watching as the hot, hard, stiff pole aimed itself directly into the bullseyelike center of her wide-open pussy. She widened her thighs even more, watching, staring at the dripping oily secretions designed to ease the way.
The head of the might prong was less than an inch from her womanly entrance. Her pink center seemed to gape a bit, as if trying, of its own accord to open wide enough to contain the fat baton. It seemed to beckon, urging him forward. As she breathed heavily, she saw her outer labia part just enough to reveal the inner gates of her cunt, just as she'd seen in the closeups of the movies, earlier. Doors and portals following one another. Was that really her?
"UNCLE!!!" she screamed as the felt the throbbing cock suddenly press at her labial opening.
Pain suddenly and instantly descended on her. She wanted to pull back and away, but his arms were around her, gripping her tightly, tugging her forward. She felt her jaw drop as if she's lost all control over it. She wanted to scream, but found his tongue pressed into her mouth as his arms relentlessly and inexorably pulled her forward.
Even with her uncle's mouth pressed to hers, Debbie could see over his shoulder. She could see his ass in the mirror, and below his ass, looking much as that which she'd seen in the movie, was his mighty, surging cock. She could no longer see the purple head which was forcing her cuntlips wide open. But she could feel it. The mammoth organ was digging into her vitals, slowly, very slowly trying to painfully push its way into her. She felt him aching to plunge the full length of it all the way into her, probably burying the fat, solid head all the way up in her belly.
Dear God! she wept. Ill never be able to take it. It'll rip my insides to pieces. Oh God! Please help me. What did I ever do to deserve something this cruel? Don't let him shove that cock into me. An elephant couldn't hold it. How can I? "Debbie ... " she heard him pant into her mouth. "Oh Debbie, I've dreamed of this and only this for so longggggg ... "
He shoved again, and she felt more searing pain as the whole of his glans finally passed through the inner flaps of her tight pussy. She could feel the cock head stretching her inside, tormenting her tender, unopened tunnel. The pressure was overpowering, and thought she would be ripped asunder.
Her large brown eyes were like soft, brown pools of clear water as she wept and pleaded and whimpered.
"Thatta girl, Debbie," she heard him whisper. "Good girl. Open wide for uncle. Open up, honey. It's time to fuck. Easy ... easy ... we're getting it in there little by little."
He had the entire head pushed inside her sucking labia, and Debbie felt her soft flesh actually close around the corona of the pushing pole, welcoming him in, causing more pain. Pulling her face back, Debbie could see the heavy film of sweat covering her uncle's forehead. She also saw his tongue lolling out the side of his mouth as he looked down once at the way he was connecting to her. cock like lamb on a shish-kabob.
Merlon rammed his cock into her with greater strength, feeling her elastic tunnel finally start to stretch ... just a little.
Her thighs began to tighten around his ass as he shoved his stabbing prick far into the deep recesses of her womanly interior, ramming farther and farther until his blunt-nosed cock rammed against the cervical opening leading into her womb. He pulled back and slammed in again, then pulled back part of the way, bulleting his hard staff back and forth with lightning speed. She felt herself being built up to higher and higher passions as her body tensed and stiffened all the more. She thrilled all the more each time he stroked in, and shuddered with delicious ecstasy each time he withdrew.
She felt his lips and tongue, and now his teeth working on her aching nipples, moving his head from one to the toner, rapidly. His mouth tortured her breasts unceasingly, and she shuddered with each new wonderful torment.
Debbie felt the inner confines of her simmering cunt, already impossibly narrow and only first beginning to expand, suddenly start to contract and tighten. Her blazing inner citadel gripped his thick, thrusting cock mercilessly, and timed the convulsive squeezings of her cunt to coincide with the throbbing emanating from his plunging dork. These matched the way his mouth sucked on her tense, swollen nipples.
"Arrrrrraaaggghhhhhhaaarrmnnggghhh," she gasped and groaned, feeling the bloated, heavy sac of his balls slam against her tender perineum, teasing her all the more as her ass tilted up all the more, improving the grip her thighs had on his waist. That it served to draw him all the more tightly against her wanton self, pressing his large stomach into hers, only made her that much hotter.
Debbie knew this was all wrong, but she no longer cared. Her physical senses so totally dominated her that she was finally able to completely shut off her conscience ... for the time being. All that mattered now was the way his thick, plunging, wantonly hot cock of flesh-surrounded steel moved in the causeway of her flaming pussy. For the first time that she could recall she felt totally free. Her uncle loved her. After all these years he was showing her he loved her.
She felt the way he ground it into her, moving in a spiral, as if corkscrewing it into her sucking tunnel, rotating it as far in as it could go. Coils of enervating lascivity filled her membranes, sheathing the full length of his thick saber. Still the meaty wand continued its mad, thrusting. Debbie felt her masterful uncle urge his solid stanchion into her with ever-harder plunges, ramming his tumid prong continuously into her as if it were a butcher's knife artistically carving her inner channel to ribbons. Even so, her flooding pussy begged to feel more of his hard slicing. Her lengthy, tapered thighs clung desperately to him.
"That's the way, my darling Debbie," he gasped, his mouth filled with her tit. "Fuck hard ... mmmppphhh ... fuckkkkkk ... "
The speed of his powering cock was ever greater as his surrounding arms clutched her to him all the tighter. His fingers continued to clench in her asscheeks and Debbie knew nothing in the world would ever be as good as this again. "Uncle ... Maurice," she gasped. "Sweet Uncle ... ahhhhhh ... you feel so gooooood ... mmmmmmaaahhh ... inside me ... ohhhhhh ... hold onto ... uhhh ... meeeeee ... "
Debbie felt the tears flooding from her eyes, pouring out onto her cheeks. But she wasn't crying because of pain or sorrow. These were tears of ecstatic thrills. She was locked in the grip of a wanton desire she had never been able to appreciate before. Every nerve inside her was lit with the fires of sheer animality, blotting out all thoughts, urges, and desires, save the wish to climax.
All pain in her throbbing cunt was completely gone in spite of the tight way her inner walls sucked on his throbbing meat. All she could feel was a thousandfold-rapture, delighting and thrilling her beyond thought.
Now she felt him moving so fast, she saw his ass was a mere blur in the mirror. Even tilted up, with her own ass on the edge of the counter, her thighs wide apart to receive his continued poling, she could see the mirror. And what she saw was a million times more arousing than any of the movies. It was her own ass, and her uncle's balls, and his thighs were moving back and forth, plunging his own thick stick into the volcano of her tight, thirsting pussy. She was lubricating so heavily she felt the oozing liquid slide out on each backstroke and coat the cheeks of her ass. It was this heavy viscosity that allowed his cock to move so swiftly inside her. Her membranes surrounded his plunging pole as if they were leaving her body and attaching themselves to him. Debbie's arms and legs were like squid's tentacles, pulling her uncle so close he could no longer keep his head down and suck on her tits. She felt she might actually be able to tuck his balls into her, as well. God! Wouldn't that be wonderful.
"Yes ... " he gasped. "Yes. That's the way, Now you're fucking me ... uhhhhhh ... too. I can feel your lovely ass ... ohhhhhhwowww ... moving even faster than my ... urrrrrggghhh ... cock."
Debbie knew her uncle couldn't take the pace much longer without coming. She was going to feel what it was like to have that white stuff shoot into her body. How would it feel?
Who gave a damn? Who cared how anything would feel other than the way his solid prong plunging ever onward, stroking its way through her clasping tunnel. She was already foaming at the mouth, anticipating the sensations now building up inside her. Once again, these were new feelings, even greater than the rapture she'd felt when the pain had finally faded, before. Her long nails dug into his back, tearing wide red swaths all over, and her heels kicked his lower back as she humped her thrilled body against his, all the harder. She slammed her sucking pussy so tightly against his groin, it looked like he might pull her off the countertop and keep her balanced against him solely by the might of the stick he had stuffed all the way up inside her.
This was the meaning of life, Debbie realized. It was more than the re-creation of life and the continuance thereof: Fucking was an end unto itself. It didn't need reproduction as an excuse to be performed. No one would ever need an excuse for fucking. It was something meant to be done. It was not a casual thing, to be performed in darkness, on some few occasions because there was nothing else to do. In reality, nothing in the world could compare to it. It was the be-all and the end-all. She was in a state of sheer sensation, exultant and delighted.
"Yessssss ... " she hissed to Maurice Merlon. "Fuck me harder, harder, harder ... "
Her nails could no longer tear lines down his back. They were sunk so deeply into his flesh, they were excavating new wells. Her teeth were biting into his shoulder, and her tongue was lapping the newly-made wounds caused by her teeth.
He felt her back arch even more as she tugged her face from his shoulder and threw her head back, staring wide-eyed at the ceiling, as if in the throes of some epileptic fit. Her winding thighs were no longer around his ass and his back, but-entwined around his own thighs as she madly humped herself forward, plunging her body hotly around the length of his stabbing cock. The way it tore at her insides was the most wonderful, exquisite, delightful thrill of all time.
Her dark hair fell down behind her like a banner waving to announce her exultance at having discovered fucking. She felt her uncle leaning forward, pressing his weight on her. He tried kissing her mouth, but her head was too far back, and so he had to content himself with her breasts, again. A bolt of electric energy blasted through her as his teeth clamped tightly on her left nipple. Then his tongue licked the pink aureole as the solid, blunted head of his insistent cock attempted to insinuate itself into her cervix.
"Oh Jesus God ... " she yelled, an eerie kind of noise emanating from her own throat.
"Can't stand this ... " her uncle gasped. "This goddamn counter's too fucking ... high ... too ... narrow ... "
He took his hands from her buttocks and wrapped his arms around her lower spine. Then he pulled backward, literally tugging her off the counter. Debbie strove to keep her balance by wrapping her calves tightly around his thighs.
She felt him clutch her close to him, her arms wrapped around his neck. He bent forward, and she felt her own head tilting downward. Even so, her thighs clung stubbornly to his legs, and her arms remained wrapped around his neck. His own arms held her back very tightly as he chugged full steam ahead, thrusting into her so madly she thought his entire body would suddenly slide right into her aching cunt.
He was walking, holding her, and he walked into the bedroom. He kept on walking with every forward thrust, actually running until she suddenly felt the cool support of her counterpane as he pressed her shoulders into the bed. He remained bent over her that way, actually standing on his own toes, plunging his weighty lance almost straight down into her seething cunt.
"Can't hold back," he whimpered. "Come, Debbie, come! Oh Christ C-o-o-o-m-m-m-S Ayarrrarrrggghhhhhhuuuggghhh!"
The plea in his voice was accented by the sudden, almost unexpected eruption of fire flooding her cunt as she'd never known anything to feel before. It was lava, liquid fire, and it splashed through her cunt, into the tiny opening of her cervix, inundating her womb with its blazing contents. It should have hurt, and had she been totally rational, it might have. As it was, all it did was set off her own, long-delayed orgasm. The walls of a dam inside her suddenly came crashing down as tons of hot, lascivious, flooding, whirling, sopping, washing, bursting thrills convulsed her entire being in blast after blast of uncontrollable, cataclysmic delight.
"Aaaayyyaaannnggggggaaaaaarr-rgggggghhhhhhaannggghhh ... eeeeeeyyyyyy aaaaaahhhhhhhhh!"
Her voice rang throughout the room like the wailings of a thousand banshees, each scream an octave higher than the previous one. Had her uncle not been pressed firmly against her breasts as she now sprawled at the foot of her bed, her boobs would have shuddered back and forth with enough strength to create a minor earthquake.
"Feel it, Debbie, feel it ... " she heard her uncle gurgle to her between clenched teeth.
"Oh yes, yes," she gasped. "Oh yes, it's so wonderful."
Their arms and legs continued clinging to one I another in a tight, horizontal dance as orgasm after orgasm burst through her body, one after another. The feel of the first one would have been more than enough for Debbie. To suddenly realize she was having a series of them almost made her black out.
Her uncle's weight was as nothing as he pressed his belly into hers, his arms and legs now stiffening as he completed his climax. She could have supported the weight of the world at that particular moment.
Like all wonderful things, this marvelous series of feelings finally came to an end. Debbie clung tightly to her uncle's ponderous body as he rolled off her and lay beside her. And then sleep completely overpowered her totally exhausted body.