Chapter 5
Supper, as usual, was with her uncle. Only his entire attitude toward her had changed. No longer was he the smug, superior power who had terrified her all these years. He was a man. He still looked distinguished. She couldn't take that away from him, but he was no longer godlike.
He treated her lovingly, speaking tenderly to her instead of with the indifference he had used all the other times. And the dinner was, as usual, superb.
"Do you still hate me?" he asked, ushering her into his den again, after the meal.
"Would it matter?" she asked.
"Very much," he acknowledged, taking a cigar from the humidor on the table near the divan. "I know you don't love me at the moment. You think what I did last night was cruel and unthinking. Let me assure you, Debbie, what I did had a lot of thought behind it. Now you no longer fear me as if I were some incomprehensible creature whom you were unable to reach. Perhaps you're afraid of what I might do to you, but you don't fear me as some kind of deity. You're no longer in awe of me. You've come to realize I'm only human, after all."
"You hurt me, terribly," she told him.
"The pain disappeared, as I promised it would. No, Debbie, you're angry with me because I didn't merely initiate you into the rites of womanhood, but I taught you to like them."
He was crazy! How could he think for one instant that she really enjoyed having anything to do with him.
"You keep thinking I had ulterior motives," he went on. "Your mind refuses to accept that what I told you last night was true. But your body accepts it."
"That's a lie," she blurted out.
"Hardly. And tonight I'll prove it to you."
"Oh God! D'you mean you intend doing the same thing tonight?"
"Hardly the same thing. I certainly can't deflower you."
"Are you going to fuck me again?"
"Whatever I do, Debbie, you will not only come to accept, but thoroughly enjoy, as you did last night. When I finally put you to bed, you clung tightly to me, kissing me, not wanting to let me go. I wasn't able to leave your room for nearly four hours. You really held me tightly."
"Uncle Maurice, please don't do these things to me. If you continue this way, you'll drive me out of the house."
"In the long run, what I do will bind you closer to me."
"Are you looking for an excuse to deprive me of that lifetime income?"
"Debbie," he said, lighting the cigar, "I don't need any excuses. The income I'm offering is a gift. I don't have to give it to you. I'm giving it to you because your presence here has been a source of joy to me."
"You certainly didn't show any kind of affection until last night."
"Don't you see, I didn't dare before last night. I've loved you so much, and for so long, I knew if I showed my affection for you, I'd probably fuck you long before your body was ready. All that would do would be to build a much greater barrier in your mind against me. Can't you picture the traumatic shock you'd have undergone had I tried pushing this phallus of mine into you before your body was full-grown and ready to accept it?"
"Last night was still a shock," she told him, turning pale.
"Last night I told you a little lie. I told you I was too old to be infatuated with you. I said I was too mature to be in love with you in the conventional sense that you know love. The truth is, I love you very, very much."
"And that's why you showed me those movies? In the hope I would feel love for you?"
"The movies were merely for your 'education.' I wanted you to understand all the different ways of making love. Love is something that must be complete. Emotionally, yours will develop. But physically, you have to be taught, and taught again."
"And when does my next 'lesson' take place?"
"In three hours. I want you to fully digest your food."
"Will you come to my room again?"
"No. This time, after you've bathed, you will come to my room."
"And if I don't?"
"You will, Debbie. You see, you may think I'm revolting, but sub-consciously you loved every little thing that happened to you. And now that I'm telling you there's more, your sub-conscious will insist on enjoying it. And I promise, it's something you definitely will enjoy."
"I still think it's all so ... disgusting."
"You hated the taste of bleu cheese, until you acquired a liking for it. Sex and the enjoyment thereof comes naturally to men. Women have to acquire a taste for it. But once they do, they enjoy it far more avidly than men. That happens to be the truth."
Debbie sat in the den for more than two hours, looking at, but not seeing, a multitude of television programs. Her uncle left her once his cigar was finished.
Her mind was in a turmoil. Uncle Maurice couldn't be right. He had to be lying. She wanted nothing to do with his fat, middle-aged body. She wanted to be possessed by a young, handsome, virile man; a man like Larry Haroldson.
The news came on at eleven o'clock, snapping her out of her reverie. She went upstairs, took a long, warm bath, then dressed in a shortie pajama.
She wanted to stay away from her uncle's rooms, but did she dare? Wouldn't he come looking for her and possibly harm her if she disobeyed?
Finally, as if her own will had left her, she rose and left her room. She walked down the long hallway to her uncle's rooms. The door was open and she walked in. There was a fire blazing in the fireplace across the room from his bed. It threw an eerie orange-yellow glow all over the place, making the shadows look blue.
Maurice Merlon was there, looking as gross as ever in his satin dressing gown. As Debbie entered the room, he shut the door, saying, "I knew you'd come. You had to."
"No!" she suddenly screamed; feeling him grab her wrist. "I don't want this. Stop it."
Though she tried to yank herself away, he had a tight grip on her. She twisted and wriggled, even trying to kick him, and then he was drawing her toward him. One hand gripped the back of her head, bringing her face close to his, and though she attempted to pull her head to the side, she couldn't move as his lips pressed down on hers. She felt the feeling of his tongue as it plunged into her mouth, and was even more readily surprised when her own tongue automatically responded.
Suddenly snapping out of it, she bit his tongue; not hard, but enough to make him withdraw it. And then she felt herself being flung across the room, landing on the gigantic bed.
"You do have a bit of the hellcat in you," he laughed.
"Stay away," she gasped. "Don't touch me."
"Only to make you feel good," he reassured, coming close, kissing her mouth once more.
The hunger in his kiss set off sparks inside her. It felt so reassuring and secure ... and then she remembered the hell his previous kiss had led to and she pulled her face away, stuttering, "Don't ... d ... d ... don't. Keep away from me."
"You really insist on being forced, don't you?" he said, looking down into her wide-open eyes. "But first, we have to make sure your glasses don't get crushed."
He reached out, removed her spectacles, and put them on a nearby night table. When he came near her, she held an arm out. He grabbed it and twisted it behind her back. With his other hand he grabbed her other wrist, pressed it behind her, then used one hand to clamp tightly onto both wrists. "Since you insist on being raped again, I'll have to do it."
Debbie felt his other hand twist its fingers in her hair and actually jam her face against his as his lips bruised hers, all but jamming them against her teeth.
Her uncle's body generated fantastic heat, and she could feel it through her pajama and his dressing gown. He was gripping her fiercely, clutching her tightly to him, squashing her swollen breasts against his body. She felt his thick, long cylinder of prick ramming itself into her navel, pressing through his dressing gown and her pajama top and bottom, as if it were a thick peg trying to poke through a barrier into a thin hole. Her entire body was crushed against his from mouth to groin, barely able to struggle in any way. She could feel the increase in his breathing as her tits pressed all the harder into his chest. Somehow, in some way, it was starting again. No! No! No! It mustn't happen. She couldn't let him set her on fire all over again. It had gotten to the point where she had no longer cared that he was her fat, old guardian. She wanted love from a young, handsome, virile man, and not a gross lecher.
But he held her writhing body tightly, his tongue once more moving through her mouth as his hand still gripped her head. His other hand still gripped her wrists behind her back, and she could tell he was enjoying every squirm of hers. It was as if her movements only aroused him all the more; as if he wanted her to struggle a little to enhance the feelings.
She unconsciously wanted to be raped. It was as if the rape took the guilt from her, thereby allowing her to truly enjoy herself.
Even so, she tried screaming, only her squeals were caught in her uncle's throat. His stabbing, slurping tongue was absorbing all her sounds. Once again he was fucking her mouth with his tongue, much the way he'd done it the previous night. His thick oral digit plunged so far in, it seemed to cut off her breath. His hand, clutching her head, was putting so much pressure on her skull her brain actually hurt her.
He's going to do it again, she wept to herself. He's going to fuck me again.
A combination of fear, expectancy, and tension mixed with anticipation and hysteria. She tried to blank her mind out; to think of being in her own room, in her own bed, untouched and with no sense of-arousal.
The pressure of his monolithic cock pressing against her tummy created all kinds of erotic sensations in her body. She could feel him grinding his organ against her, almost as if the white-hot pole had burned its way through his robe and her pajamas to bum her stomach, branding it with a burn shaped like a phallic head.
Just as she'd cried the previous night, so did she begin crying now. Only this time her crying was very audible as the tears flooded from her eyes and she sobbed almost convulsively. Even as his lips continued pressing into hers and his tongue repeatedly licked at hers, she kept silently muttering, "Mustn't give in, mustn't give in ... must ... not ... give ... in ... "
She knew he could taste her tears. But he could also feel the way her flowing body was slowly beginning to relax, as well. It was only the slightest easing of tension inside her, but she knew he could sense it. His caresses and kisses were reaching into her. If only he had let her know of his love before this. If only he could have shown he'd loved her all this time as a person, and not as some exquisitely molded exterior with a hot, flaming hollow designed to contain his prong.
She could feel his lips burning hers and knew in his mind's eye he was already picturing her denuded torso. There was no longer any doubt in her mind that he was totally captivated by her heavy breasts and wide hips. Her tits were, in fact, ripe delicacies he had stuffed himself with the previous night; and now he was yearning for more.
She knew the light pigment of her skin had him fascinated. She was far from an albine, yet her pigment was very faint. His hand wandered over her flesh as if he'd not been able to touch it for ages. She felt his fingers tingling their way across every curve, bump, and depression making up her perfect contours. She could feel the way his beefy prick was twitching under his robe, anxious to come out and do what it was meant to do.
Their lips suddenly parted, and each stared into the other's eyes. Debbie could see the wildness burning in her uncle's brain. His lust for her was overpowering every other thinking, feeling part of him. He released her wrists and stood up, and she could feel a tingling in her nipples as blood began flowing freely through them again. She could feel the light touch of her pajama top as it moved across her swollen nipples with every breath she took.
"Undress!" he ordered, though his voice was soft.
He was already removing his dressing gown, but Debbie couldn't move for the moment. Her wrists felt numb. She waited, feeling needles of sensation move through her arms again as her circulation began moving through her wrists. But even if she could have moved, she wouldn't have done so. Her mind was still fighting her body.
"Come on," Maurice Merlon said to his niece. "Strip!" He was totally naked now.
This was the first opportunity she'd really had to study his body. All his weight was carried in front, in his paunch. His buttocks were flat, and even if they were slightly large, they were small in comparison to his belly. His thighs were solid, with no hanging or loose flesh, just like his arms. He wasn't the least bit muscular, but in spite of his belly, he wasn't flabby, either.
"Please ... " she wept. "I can't go through this ... again."
"Again and again and again and again," he told her, and he tore her pajama top from her trembling body. And all Debbie could do was sit on the bed and sob.
When he stood back to admire her breasts, she crossed her arms in front of them, still weeping, unable to stop herself. She knew he would use her and use her and use her, and when it was all over, there would be no scars on his soul; only on hers. She was beginning to understand her uncle only too clearly. God! If only she had the courage to run away from this ravisher.
He took her wrists and puller her crossed arms apart, giving himself a better view of her voluptuous tits. Debbie's large brown eyes stared up at the face of her lusting uncle with tears still dripping down her cheeks.
Her continued crying seemed to exasperate him. He tore his gaze from her face, and she saw him stare at her honey dewed boobs, heaving up and down each time she sobbed. Her pink nipples were almost red, and they were completely swollen.
Kneeling, he grabbed the elastic waistband and tugged the panty of her pajamas. It came sliding over her hips to pool around her ankles. He slipped them off and let them lay there on the floor.
He stood and stared down at her perfect, white torso. It looked even more sensuous and luscious than when he'd possessed it the previous night. The dark hairs in her groin seemed straighter and less curled than they'd looked the previous night.
Debbie sat on the bed, tears still flooding her eyes, but through the haze of those tears she saw her uncle smiling at her, attempting to appear warm and tender. But whom did he think he was fooling with that idiotic smile? That long, thick cock of his stood out like something attached to a rhinoceros. He was nothing more than a raping, fucking, screwing machine. He didn't care where he shoved that monstrous pole, as long as it was somewhere inside her. He was totally oblivious to her own feelings, caring only about his own carnal desires. He was a huge, bare monster with a swollen belly who looked like he might have been impregnated by one of the very women he'd fucked.
"No," she screamed, and bending down, she picked up her pajama garments, and clutching them to her breasts, stood and tried heading for the door. Damn him! Who the hell did he think he was that he could tell her she had to fuck for him whenever it pleased him? She'd be double-damned if she took any more instructions from him, no matter what the consequences.
But his hands reached out and tore the shortie pajama even more, ripping the cloth from her anxious clutch.
"Now let's stop this nonsense," he insisted, his patience wearing thin.
"No! No! No! No!" she screamed, and tried hooking her long fingernails in his eyes. As it was she managed to scratch his cheeks.
Righteous wrath and indignation roared through her like some sort of cleansing fire.
"I'm not some little girl you can frighten anymore," she yelled. "I'm not your slave even if you think you bought me, because you're a sick ... disgusting ... rotten old man ... keep away ... keep your hands off ... " this last as his hands touched her, setting her off into hysterics. They struggled madly, she clawing for his eyes, trying to bite his fingers when his hand came anywhere near her face.
Finally her uncle ducked under a roundhouse swing of hers, and as he came up, he pressed his shoulder into her belly and lifted. She flailed and kicked and yelled as he threw her on the wide bed. She felt the back of her head slam against the mattress as her long brown hair fell into her eyes, momentarily blinding her. She felt like a nerveless rag doll.
She tried kicking him, but her foot was brushed aside, and she felt the flat of his hand land on her ass, stinging it. She automatically tried rolling her body into a ball, thinking he would rain blows on her. Dear God! How utterly terrible to be naked and defenseless and at the mercy of someone she hated. She was crying more heavily than ever, feeling heavy surges of self-pity shoot through her.
And suddenly his tremendous weight was pressing against her. She could hear his heavy breathing as he said, "I had intended this to be another straight fucking session. I thought you'd have learned a little from last night. Apparently you don't realize just who is the master here. I love you, Debbie. But by God! You have to learn just who is boss."
He was climbing over her, unrolling her body, flattening it on the bed, using his knees to press her arms down while his heavy buttocks rubbed against her nipples. His weighty belly hung over her face, but worse, so did his stiff cock. It was jutting out and dangling right over her tightly-pressed-together lips. She felt it slap her nose as it wavered back and forth.
"Subservience is the key, Debbie," he told her. "You have to learn that I own you. That you belong to me, to do with as I please. You are here to make me happy, and no matter how much I love you, I insist you do all in your power to please me. Since we can't do things nicely, we'll do them roughly. Since I can't get you to fuck pleasantly, you'll have to suck. You will suck my cock, you will lap my balls, just as you saw the girl in the movie do it. You will continue sucking my cock until my spunk comes shooting out of my penis and drenches your throat. And if you feel you're choking and strangling while you're drinking my sperm, you'll continue drinking it. Do you understand? Now open your mouth so I can shove this thing into it."
"Mmmmmppphhh ... no," she muttered from between clenched teeth. "Oh God ... Uncle ... no ... no ... no ... oh God ... no ... " she muttered in anguish, totally horrified by what he her uncle was telling her. She stared at the fleshy baton above her mouth, knowing there was no way she could do what he wanted. It was far too disgusting and filthy. Only a sick mind could want such a thing to happen.
Her face was flushed and stained with her own tears, and her long brown hair was tangled all about her. She must look horrible. How could her uncle stand to take her this way?
She felt the blunted knob of his heavy prick touch her chin and shuddered when she felt the sticky drops of oil seeping from the hole, touch her. And then one of his hands had a tight grip on her hair, tugging her face upward, making it easier for him to try shoving his meat into her mouth. His other hand pushed two pillows behind her head so her head wouldn't fall back down.
"Come on, Debbie," she heard his soft voice urge. "Come on, honey. Open that lovely mouth of yours."
In spite of his attempts at soothing tones, she knew he was really enjoying being the master. She could see him pulling his belly back so he could look down and gloat. The bastard!
Her eyes were entranced by the waving baton. She stared at the huge magenta knob with its spongy texture; something she hadn't noticed when looking at all those closeups of penises in the various films the previous evening. And the mottled head seemed to breathe all by itself, enlarging for an instant, then losing some of its bloatedness. She saw the way the dome seemed to wrap itself around the penis with the two folds meeting on the underside, looking much like they'd been tied together by a tiny, unobtrusive knot of flesh. The rim of the flanged head, the corona, gave the glans the appearance of a helmet. The skin of the shank was thin, the thick blue veins standing out in bright contrast to the redness of the flesh. And below, she could see the bush of thick, black curly hair from which the his boom of monstrous cock extended. Below her chin, resting against her neck, where she couldn't see it, was his scrotum, filled with his weighted testicles.
She stared hypnotically at the gigantic pole, feeling as fascinated as she did repelled. The mighty phallus was rubbing its tip against her closed lips, and her eyes were actually crossed because of the way they concentratedly stared at it.
As large as the cock had appeared before, it now looked so much bigger. It continued pulsating, releasing colorless drops of sticky liquid as if it pressed against her sealed mouth.
"Come on," her uncle urged, twisting her hair a little, "Open wide like a good girl."
"Mmmmmmppphhhhhh ... " was all she said, shaking her head.
"Open!" he insisted, and twisted hard.
Unable to take the sharp pain, Debbie's mouth opened for her to cry out ... but she never got the chance to make a sound.
Her breasts heaved with heavy sobs under the pressure of his ass. All the wind had been squeezed out of her. He yanked on her hair again, pulling her head more upright, and her mouth opened wider to protest. Yet he didn't ram it in. He had the opportunity but held back, Was it possible he was relenting?
"Just stuffing it down your throat would serve no purpose," she heard him say. "In fact, it might do more harm than good. You see, Debbie, sucking, like fucking, is an acquired enjoyment. And I want you to learn to enjoy sucking. Now slide your arms out from under my knees, then use your hands to grip the cock."
How utterly perverted! He wanted her to touch that throbbing solidity with her hands before putting her mouth on it. Was there no end to his madness?
Her arms slid out from under his knees, one at a time, and she knew she would do as he said. She couldn't help herself. Her long fingers wound themselves tightly around the thick, hard meat, and she could feel all the pulsations inside. She squeezed it tightly, communicating her fear to her uncle, but all he did was ease his hold on her hair while keeping her head propped up.
"Keep your lips formed into a ring," he instructed, "and watch the teeth. Whatever you do, don't bite. Now, still holding my cock at its base with your hands, slowly slide the head between your lips, pressing, on the bottom with your tongue."
She felt his body shudder as her lips ovalled and slowly moved forward, finally surrounding the mushroom-shaped bit of purple flesh. She could feel it touch her tongue, and his entire body began to tremble madly.
"Oh God!!!" he all foot roared.
She knew he was pressing his stomach back again, looking down, watching the way her lips were slowly sliding over the lavender bulb, forming a hood over it. The heat and slackness of her caressing lips and tongue as they finally applied pressure to his cock sent stalactites of energy coursing through him.
Debbie knew the heavy cock would be rock-solid. What she hadn't expected was the smooth, satin texture of the outer skin, as soft as velvet. She gulped and pressed her lips more tightly around his probe, and the pressure of her lips around his corona drew a long, loud sob from him.
I mustn't like this, she said to herself. I must not like this. This is sick and disgusting, and I'm doing it because I am being forced to do it, not because I like it. I must not accept this degradation as something good.
Her lips tightened as she took even more of the horrible thickness into her mouth. She let him slide it forward until she could feel the thick, bloated glans almost touching the back of her throat. Now her palms were supporting his balls as if weighing them. She caressed them, feeling him shudder.
"Great God!!!" he gasped. "Dearest Debbie, if only you knew the wonderful sensations your mouth is causing."
He trembled and sighed as he released her hair. She could have let her head fall back on the pillows, but she didn't. She lay like that, taking the organ and sucking on it. She was glad she couldn't see herself, though. She felt she probably looked terrible with so much fleshy hosepipe crammed into her mouth. She felt her cheeks alternately bloating and hollowing.
The disgust was leaving her. It was slowly but surely being replaced by a warmth flooding through her. Oh No! She was becoming familiar with that warmth. Her body was coming to life. It was enjoying what she was doing even though her mind wanted to remain closed to it. He was winning again. When it came to sex he always seemed to know the right things to do.
She felt thrills course through her palms as she nestled his balls in her hands. And heat was surging through her mouth, but it wasn't coming from his cock. It was coming from inside herself.
Her throat felt his penial head rubbing, rubbing, and she could taste the muskiness of his masculinity as the tiny slit in the head of his cock continued leaking.
Taking a deep breath through her nostrils, she drew her mouth back and away until it was almost off the burgeoning prick. She saw how the flesh shone with a combination of her saliva and his secretions. With the tip still between her lips, she swallowed. The taste was tremendously arousing, much more so than she had ever believed possible.
I want it, she thought. I want the damn thing back in my mouth. I want to suck on it. I want to feel the head press into my throat.
Without thinking, she shoved her head forward, pulling the great thickness into her mouth, taking the littlest bit more of his stolid cock into the hot, wet depths of her oral cavern. She was rewarded by another shudder from her uncle.
She felt him put more pressure on his knees, taking the weight of his ass off her pillowy tits. And as he sawed his body back and forth, he became more and more excited.
Debbie couldn't understand herself. She knew this was something sick and depraved, yet she was beginning to not only enjoy it, but felt a need to continue no matter what.
She remembered her uncle saying something about her parents being very good at making babies. The same hot blood coursing through them was in her. Only she was hotter than either because she had the blood of both. She was as depraved as her father, her mother, and her uncle. Even if she denied it to herself, later on, when her body cooled off, she knew right now that she enjoyed this kind of lovemaking. Sucking her uncle's fat, hard dingus was giving her as much pleasure as feeling it slide back and forth in her pussy.
"God ... oh God ... " she heard her uncle groan. "Oh great, wonderful, marvelous God. I knew you'd be the one. I knew it ... Thank God I selected you instead of your sister ... "
Good Lord! She was actually one of a choice of many. Her uncle might just as easily have taken her sister, or any of her sisters. Then he would be fucking one of them. It would be one of their mouths that would be eating his penis now. At that moment she felt a flush of anger, but didn't know whether it was because she wished he'd selected one of her sisters, or because he'd admitted he might have preferred someone else to her.
Her head pumped back and forth as he slid his body toward her and away. She had enjoyed it more than a little, simply pressing her lips around it and sliding them back and forth. But now she was using tongue-pressure and sucking, pulling on it as if it were a thick piece of sugar cane. Just why she suddenly found herself sucking so avidly was something she couldn't answer. All she really knew was, she had to have more and more and more. She sucked as if she'd been doing it all her life, feeling tile throbbing mass of delicious meat slide back and forth.
Her own body was wide awake by now, with lambent flames licking at all her nerve-endings. She was actually enjoying herself, doing it with desire rather than because she was forced.
The harder she pressed her lips around his cock, the more her uncle moaned from sheer ecstasy, and the more she enjoyed sucking. He was literally slamming almost ninety percent of the full length of his powering cock into and out of her mouth. He seemed to think she wasn't ready to open her throat and take in the last bit of him, but he seemed to know it wouldn't be too long before she went ahead and did it herself.
"Faster, faster, faster." he ordered, humping his pelvis toward her mouth with greater speed. She felt his body already beginning to tighten and his scrotum was starting to shrivel.
Debbie sucked even harder, pressing her lips more tightly together around the immense, pulsing prick. It stuffed her mouth to where she could actually feel the solid knob tickle the entrance to her gullet every time he shoved forward. One hand now clamped tightly around the heavy balls while the other had two fingers ringing the base of the massive penis. Her head pushed forth and pulled back, laboring furiously around the great, rigid wand. Her lips seemed to grip the cock ever more tightly. And to think she had hoped and prayed this would end quickly, once she had been convinced there was no way to avoid doing this. Now, strange, mysterious things were happening to her. A lusting heat was burning its way through her curvaceous form. She felt a new thrill course through her each time she sucked his meat back into her anxious mouth. She could feel the thick rod tense, and she got ready to receive the contents of his penis.
"No!" he exclaimed, tugging the thick member from her mouth. "Not yet! This is too good to end this quickly."
He shoved her back, throwing her head against the pillows as he let his hot cock slide down between the hills of her rose-pointed breasts. She saw how red the shank of his staff looked in contrast to the whiteness of her own flesh. She still had one hand around it, and felt a wild, perverse thrill shoot through her as she rubbed the tip against each of her nipples. She rubbed the purple, mottled knob against each pink nubbin in turn, feeling more and more fire build inside her. Then she clamped it tightly between the white cushions of her two tits.
"Uncle Maurice," she sighed. "Oh Uncle Maurice, I'm as sick as you. I love all this. I admit it here and now, I love the feel of this wonderful tool."
She was sighing softly, feeling a tingling all over her body where his licentious cock touched her. Her teeth gritted tightly shut as she felt her pores open and shoot out the heated sensuousness building inside her. For just a minute her mind rebelled, wondering how her body could do this to her. Then her thoughts were caught up in the whirlwind of her body. All the nerves in her body joined to create a single lengthy pathway of maddening rapture.
She felt her uncle's face come down and kiss her throat, and then his tongue was making wet, concentric circles on her flesh as his mouth hungrily went for her left nipple. He sucked it slowly, softly, then moved to her other nipple. He teased and titillated her breasts until she felt something akin to maddening pain, the pleasure was so great.
He seemed to lick off the residue of lubrication he'd used to make her nipples shine. He sucked loudly, pulling on each nipple until it was nearly an inch in length. All thoughts of disgust had been totally pushed from her mind as she concentrated on the prurient wonders coursing through her.
Her uncle's face came up to hers, and Debbie felt his mouth press against hers, his tongue fighting another rapid duel with hers.
"I do love you," he whispered. "And you'll discover this for yourself, in time. But you have to learn it by yourself."
She didn't know what to say or how to respond. Whether or not he loved her, she had no idea how she felt about him at this point. But she did know she didn't want to lose the magic of this moment.
She turned him over, then spun over on top of him, her knees resting on the side of his face as her mouth opened and her hands grasped his hard, thick cock. She leaned over and once again swallowed the member into her mouth. This time she had to put both hands on his balls as she opened her gullet and proceeded to pull until all of his cock; every last little fraction, was buried in her mouth. Her nose pressed into the soft flesh of his balls, and her chin was being scrubbed by his pubic hair. Her conscience had once again been literally knocked out, put to sleep. The stickiness oozing from his cock was gulped down her throat, and even though she realized she was probably crazier than her uncle, she went on sucking, enjoying it.
"Oh Jesus!" he yelled. "You're a ... natural. Oh God! Debbie you're the best cocksucker of them all. Oh yes, yes, yes ... "
Debbie was certain her uncle had enjoyed more than his share of what she had heard called blowjobs. She had no doubt he'd probably been blown by nearly every woman he'd ever taken to his rooms. Thus, to hear him tell her she was the best cocksucker of them all was no small compliment. And she reveled in it. She loved what she was doing. It was the most wonderful thing in the world.
Her tongue began twitching around his heavy prod. She licked maddeningly while her lips continued pulling on his staff as her head bobbed up and down, tickling the ridge of his corona. Her tongue whipped from side to side, making him writhe in glorious agony. Her uncle's loins powered forward as his hands tightly gripped her hair. She could feel every muscle in him tense as he yelled, "Ayyyaaaaaahhhhhh ... "
Her tongue spiraled around the great purple dome as his groin slammed straight up to meet the strong downward plunges of her leeching mouth.
"My balls," he begged. "Lick my balls before I come."
Reluctantly, her mouth slid off the hard, long, thick cylinder and moved to the hair-covered scrotum containing his jewels. Her tongue came all the way out of her mouth as she licked the sac all around, lapping underneath and teasing his perineum with the tip of her tongue. Then she licked the top of his wrinkled sac, feeling the pressure of each ball in turn. She sucked the right testicle into her mouth and used her hot, wet tongue to tantalize it. Then she repeated the maneuver with his left testicle. Her tongue proceeded to lick the long, broad pole up and down, lapping all over, keeping it wet and shiny. She took special care to sip the oozing lubricant continually leaking from the violet tip.
She felt Merlon's hands reach down and grab her nipples between her fingers as she bent to her task. He pressed the berry like buds strongly, squeezing, causing what should have been pain, but what was fantastic pleasure. He knew just what to do to keep her own body at peak arousal, while at the same time increasing the urge in her to continue sucking and licking his massive genitals. His moaning sighs let her know how effective her mouth was, sharpening and whetting her own sexual desires beyond anything she thought she could experience. "Uhhh ... GOD! Oh Debbie ... Debbie ... you have a ... ahhhhhh majestic ... urrrggghhh ... tongue."
She pressed the flat of her tongue up and down the heavy bole, moving from root to point, lapping the mighty stalk as if it were a gigantic peppermint stick. Then her tongue went lacing back across his semen-factories, running through every crevice and wrinkle in the sac. She made the sac shine with a polish of drooling spit before returning to the broad, upstanding shaft of his lilac-headed prick.
Through it all, Debbie attempted to analyze herself. She wanted to understand just why she had surrendered to her body, giving herself up to total abandonment. Why had she surrendered so easily to her uncle? She could find no justification for what she was doing, yet she insisted on doing it. At first she had been afraid of him. The previous day in the shower she had allowed him to fondle her out of fear. But the fear had turned into burning pyres of lust and licentiousness. Tonight she had taken her uncle's cock into her mouth out of fears afraid he would hurt her if she hadn't grabbed the pole with her two hands and planted it between her lips. But now she was doing it all because she waited to do it. He was on the bottom, she was on top, and she was more than willing to wantonly suck and lick his cock and balls. There was absolutely no way she could explain her own behavior to herself. She was performing this vile act of her own free will now, enjoying every last bit of it. She was actually glorying in the lascivious delight of sucking the phallus and licking the balls. She was fully aware of the pangs of regret that would invade her the following day, but for the present moment, she didn't give a damn.
Her lips resembled a silken ribbon as they circled the purple knob of his heavy phallus again. She felt his anxious hips thrust forward as he stuffed the twitching length of heavy meat up into the grotto of her mouth. She knew from his mad writhings he was going insane from the sheer delight of it all. Soon now, very soon, she would feel the liquid that had seared her inner pussy scald her throat. She would suck enough fluid from his balls in which to drown. Her mouth had become a sucking vacuum, her lips tightening and compressing around the entire length of tromboning phallus, pushing down with agonizing slowness, and then pulling back with maddening pressure. She could feel his cock twitching all the more heavily as his ass began bouncing up off the mattress. She had to press a hand into the bloated belly to keep him down so she could continue her maddening ministrations. She knew she lacked experience, but her eagerness more than made up for it.
"Aaaaaaahhhhhh ... " he yelled, grinding his cock spirally between her sucking lips.
She felt his thighs trying to close around her head, and now realized her own seething cunt was dripping with powerful secretions of erotic fluids. Her body was in violent heat. Her sucking and licking had driven her into a frenzy of her own, and the way his hands caressed, rubbed, and titillated her only enhanced these sensations all the more. He was pressing her nipples, massaging her breasts, rubbing her arms, teasing her spine, squeezing her ass, fingering her drippings and even touching her asshole, something she'd never expected to enjoy. Little pulses of static rode through her, making her pendulous tits bounce and rub against his thighs and belly. This in turn caused new impulses of shocking pleasure to blast through her desire-torn body, making her shiver and quake with the throbbings building in her sensuous cunt.
"Great God!" he exclaimed. "Oh God-all-mighty ... ahh ... hah ... aaarrrhhh ... I can feel it ... it's ... uhhh ... deep down ... but it's ... ooooooh ... cominggggggg ... ohhhhhh ... it'll be here soooooon ... "
She heard him raving almost as if he were psychotic as he rammed his hips straight up, stuffing his meat back into her mouth as his hands became heavy wherever they touched her. She could tell how intent he was on attaining his orgasm.
Orgasm? She hadn't heard that word while watching the movies, but somehow or other she seemed to know and understand it. She must have read about it at one time or another.
As she sucked she realized he had propped a pillow under his own head so he could watch the pumping action of her mouth as it moved up and down his shuddering cock. He was staring at her with glazed eyes, building to the point where there would be no turning back. She could feel twitchings in his huge belly. And all the while he rammed his mighty meat upward, shoving it with greater vehemence into her anxious throat.
His heavy cock suddenly enlarged even more. It was too thick to press into the ring of her gullet. It would strangle her. She wouldn't be able to take it without choking and gagging. Debbie found it impossible to believe how thick the already-swollen trunk of cock had become.
Abruptly he spasmed and rammed upward with his entire fulcrum while pressing down on the back of her head with both hands. She heard his breathing suddenly turn ragged as his dam once again collapsed and she was able to vacuum the burning blistering wad of thick semen into her hungering throat.
She gagged and choked as the fiery liquid burned her mouth, yet she never stopped swallowing as a torrent of heavy seed shot down her throat, all the way into her belly. There was the sound of loud screaming, and at first she thought she was making the noises. Then she realized it was impossible, what with the way her mouth was solidly stuffed with his cock as it unloaded its blistering contents into her.
"OH GREAT GOD," he roared, "GOD, GODDDDDD, OHHHHHHAAAHHHYYAAARRGGGHHH ... "
Debbie had been expecting the wads of fiery white come, but when the liquid finally struck, it hit the back of her throat as if she had been totally unprepared. She gurgled and gagged and choked, breathing mostly through her nostrils in order to pull air into her lungs. She swallowed madly in an effort not to strangle on the quantity of liquid he was shooting. Her throat muscles worked maddeningly to swallow, and still much of the hot, white flow oozed out of the sides of her mouth onto her cheeks. She felt his hands pushing her head all the way down, literally cramming the majestic head of his solid prick into the tightness of her esophagus. He continued flooding her throat with his cream, shooting the teeming fluid straight down into her waiting stomach. Her belly heaved, almost as if she, herself was enjoying the orgasm; as if she were the one coming. It was as if she was boasting she could take all he had to offer, and more.
She continued swallowing strongly, drinking the heavy seed. And she found she loved the taste of it. It tasted clean, sanitary, rich, hot, and delightful. She felt his hands continue to press on her head as words streamed out of his mouth.
"Wonderful ... fantastic ... Oh God! Debbie you ... uhhh ... are far and away ... ooooooh ... the best mouth of all time ... ahhhhhh ... "
Heavy streams of semen continued spurting down the heavenly channel of her constricting throat. Her lips were still tightly grabbing his mammoth cock, sucking him totally and completely dry; leaving absolutely nothing left in his balls. She was squeezing every last delicious drop from him, causing blistering sensations of delight to roar through his entire body.
She felt his eyes watching the way her mouth avidly pulled the juices from him, working so anxiously on the mighty totem. Drops of sperm mixed with her saliva dripped down the solid pole despite the tightness of her gripping lips.
Eventually the last few drops dribbled into Debbie's anxious mouth. But the mighty muscle had not begun to shrink in any way. Still, it was oversensitive, at least for a few minutes, and the continuing pressure of her tongue was driving him insane.
Even as he pulled it out of her, he realized she would need to be satisfied, herself. He was tempted to lick her cunt, then decided before he did that, he wanted to bury his resting pole inside her.
Grabbing her by the shoulders, he made her lie on the bed, then climbed over her, parted her willing thighs, and slid his massive missile into her tight, squeezing, crushing cunt with a series of hard, strong thrusts.
Debbie was in heaven. There was no pain this time. It was raw delight as his thick, heavy wang slowly worked its full length all the way into her.
"Oh yes, yes, yes," she muttered, amazed, yet gratified to feel the wonder of his staff thrust its way into her. His mouth came down on hers, and she felt his ponderous stomach all but crush the wind out of her. She let him lick his own secretions from between her teeth and gums as his tongue worked its way through her oral cavern again and again, teasing her own tongue. How wonderful it was to feel that mighty baton stroke its way through her. To think she was ashamed of such feelings. How foolish could she be? She churned, feeling the gigantic penis fill her hot, wet vagina with itself.
Her own muscles squeezed powerfully around the mighty stanchion plugging into her. She wanted it, all of it. She needed it. Her body was completely under its influence.
"Fuck!" she begged. "Fuck me ... fuck me ... hard! Uncle, don't slow down. Fuck me ... "
"Doing my best ... honey ... " he gasped. "Gotta ... catch my ... breath."
He rammed his mighty tool all the way in, but as he pulled it back he realized how desperately oversensitive his purple knob was. She could tell by the way he moved that the sensation was too much for him. There was no way he would be able to do her cunt justice with his cock.
He slowly pulled the tremendous phallus out of her, listening to her weep because she was losing the feel of his massivity. She tried so desperately to keep it inside her, when it finally came out, there was a loud, sucking "pop."
She felt his mouth sucking her nipples, building more flame where there was blazing fire. And then she felt his lips kiss her belly. His tongue licked its way across the flat plane of her stomach, stopping only once to fuck itself into her navel. Then she felt his lapping mouth move lower, and suddenly his lips were moving through the soft brush of her pubic hair. He kept moving lower and lower until she felt the electric thrill of his tongue touch the top of her leaking slit. His hands had moved down with him, and now his thumbs were being used to part her labial slices, and she shuddered with uncontrolled emotion as the tip of his tongue touched her clitoris with the same force as the sting of a hornet.
"Huuuhhhhhhnnnnnnhhh," she yelped, so unexpected was the sensation of his mouth. "Oh ... wow ... ooooooh ... "
A roaring pyre of columnar flame seemed to totally envelop her as she felt the cool, stinging slickness of his tongue slide into her burning quim. It licked right in, touching the very core of her inner self, slurping out to tantalize her clitoris before riding right back in. The tender, slithery labia of her cunt contracted around the thrust-in tongue as trillions of needles of undiluted pleasure lapped through her body. And the burning breath coming from his mouth only enhanced everything all the more.
Debbie had to see what was happening. It was all so fabulous. She literally forced her body up on its elbows so she could stare down at what was happening. She could see her uncle's dark, mussed-up hair pressing into her crotch, and that was all she could see. The rest was pure feeling.
She should have come already. Last night, when her uncle had fucked her, she had come long before reaching these new heights of raw feeling. And she felt herself climbing even higher as his lashing tongue slurped through her teeming twat.
He was licking with the thirst of an impatient dog, lapping and licking and slurping noisily, knowing the sounds would make her shudder even more. Her lubricious flow was seeping out of her at a faster and faster rate. It was moving like a raging river, pouring out of her more quickly than he could lap. She felt his lips press themselves to her labia and kiss them much the way they kissed her own lips. His stinging tongue was fucking into her dribbling pussy the way it had stabbed into her mouth.
"Arrrggghhhhhh ... " she screamed, "Oh God ... uuunnnggghhh ... oooooohwowwwwww ... uhhhhbh ... Uncle ... uhhhhhh ... "
His tongue continued slavering through her flooding channel, and she wriggled madly, pushing her sopping pussy into his anxious face.
Fuck me with that tongue, she thought ... Fuck me with it. Fuck me, fuck me ... oh God! A tongue is almost as good as a cock. It's completely different. It makes me fee! so ...
"Eeeeeeeaaaaaahhhhhh!" she screamed aloud, now beginning to squeal in a high-pitched voice.
She squirmed and squealed shriekingly as if the lubricant pouring from her slavering slit was actually her life's blood. The wicked lunges of his slick, cool tongue felt maddening as, like a slender, smaller cock it stabbed into the heated depths of her inflamed and aroused cunt. And her hot pussy was a maddened chamber that clutched fiercely and strongly to the tiny insinuating probe.
"Aaayyyaaaggghhhrrraaaghhh!" she screamed long and loud as a floodtide of brimming ecstasy poured through her. Her entire body twitched and spasmed madly as she jerked and trembled.
Debbie felt her body continuing to climb in spite of the maddening orgasm shooting through her. And as one peaked, another began. As the first began to roll away and the second peaked, a third started, and soon she was feeling an entire series of maddening thrills race through her stiffened body as her uncle's tongue probed into her again and again, relentlessly teasing and tickling and thrusting until she thought the entire world had ended, An ecstatic crest flooded and slammed through her helpless body, pouring through her in a complete inundation of glorious delight. She was a tiny splinter of wood being battered about by gigantic tidal waves; swamped and buried, yet always returning to the top to absorb more.
She felt his lips surround and suck on her clitoris, and now it was she who was oversensitive. She screamed, "NO-MORE, NO MORE," before he finally pulled his tongue from her sopping cunt.
But even as he lifted his head, she knew this wasn't the end. He slid his bulk up until she felt his probing cock poke between her thighs, into the over-sensitive hole his tongue had just vacated, Even so, she spread her loins, welcoming his cock, and as she felt him ride his thick, heavy member into her tightness, she thought how wonderful it would be if she could go on like this forever.