Chapter 6

Once again Debbie awoke to find herself in her own bed. She was completely naked and bundled in her own blankets. She felt so good she didn't want to get up, and merely lay there thinking about all that had happened with her uncle the previous night. There was no denying it now. She had enjoyed herself. She knew she should berate herself and reproach herself for the evils in which she had indulged. But how could anything that felt so utterly delightful be evil. Perhaps it was a little wicked, but it just couldn't be evil.

Even so, whatever she'd done, she'd done with her guardian. Somehow or other it just seemed so terribly wrong to have anything physical to do with the man. Wouldn't it all feel so much better if she had the body of a handsome, virile man, such as Larry Haroldson?

She was old enough to know her own mind. It was time she found things out for herself.

Taking a long shower (the stall no longer repelled her) she brushed her hair, put on her glasses, dressed, and went down to lunch. It was far too late even for brunch.

One of the servants handed her a note from her uncle, telling her he would be away until the following Saturday evening. Almost immediately she felt a letdown. Her uncle had addicted her to cock, and now he was taking it away from her. Well then, what better time to try and discover other men? And what better man to start with than Larry Haroldson?

Going into her uncle's library, she found a telephone hook and looked up Haroldson's number. Then she phoned. He wasn't in. She left a message for him to call back. And forty minutes later he did call back.

"I'm free tonight," she told him, candidly.

"Terrific," he answered. "So am I."

"Pick me up in front of the restaurant at eight. Where will you take me?"

"Dining and dancing."

"Will you show me where you live, afterward?"

"Hey,-are you serious?" he wanted to know.

"Very serious," she replied.

"You sine you know what you're doing?"

"Positive."

"See you at eight, then."

She spent half the rest of the day shopping, and spent the other half at a beauty parlor. It was her first trip to a beauty parlor alone, she was glad to see they accepted credit cards.

Debbie had to admit her guardian was being exceptionally good to her. Aside from some minor brutalities in teaching her to enjoy sex, he had been very patient with her. He had never threatened her, nor did he really harm her in a physical way. True, the taking of her unwanted virginity had been painful, but it had been a necessary pain.

Now that she thought about it, she decided she did like him, even if he was far from her idea of the perfect sex partner. As he'd said, he could have taken any of her sisters instead of her. He probably would have been better off. They were all older than she, and he wouldn't have had to wait nearly as long for one of them as he'd waited for her. Was it barely possible he really did feel some kind of love for her? If so, she pitied him, because she knew she didn't love him in the same way.

His condition had been that she be his mistress for the next year. She had to obey every whim of his. She could manage that. And if he was telling the truth, by her eighteenth birthday, she would have an income for life and not have to remain subservient to him.

But he did not tell her she had to remain faithful to him. He had turned her loose in the world, letting her know she could do whatever she pleased. And if she pleased to sleep with some other man or men, she fully intended doing so.

He had made her a fuck-addict. And now he wasn't around to "fix" her. She had to find another "needle." Addicts needed consistent injections, and now she was no different. She needed to be injected regularly.

The evening came quickly enough. She told her uncle's servants she might not be back until the following day. They weren't to worry. Then, in a green cocktail gown covered with green and blue sequins, she grabbed her mink, got into her Toronado, and drove to the restaurant. She parked her car way back in the lot, out of sight.

Five minutes later, Haroldson's Pontiac stopped on the street corner and she got in.

"You look fantastic," he told her, letting his eyes wander up and down her lush torso.

"You look pretty good yourself," she laughed, admiring his neat, blue suit.

He took her to a supper club where they remained for three hours, dancing and barely eating. Then afterward, he began driving away from the area with which she was familiar.

"I thought we were going to your place," she said, sitting back in the car.

"We are," he assured her. "We're going to a little winter hideaway I have not too far from here. It's a small, rustic kind of cabin."

Debbie sat back and let him drive. About a half hour later he pulled off the main highway and onto a dirt road. He drove for another five minutes until they came to a small clearing. And beyond the clearing was a small cabin.

Haroldson led her inside where a blazing fire was already going in the fireplace. He helped her off with her coat, then turned her to face him and kissed her as he removed his own coat. Debbie thought it was a nice kiss. But it just wasn't as arousing as her uncle's kisses had been. True, she liked the feel of his lean, hard form against her, and she automatically pressed her body into his.

"How far do we go?" he whispered, giving her the choice.

"All the way," she replied. "Everything and anything."

"Ever been ass-fucked?" he asked, rubbing a palm against one of her outthrust breasts.

"No," she replied, kissing his mouth again, tasting his tongue.

"Wanna try it?"

"Uh huh," she murmured, thinking she would at last discover something her uncle hadn't taught her.

Her mouth blended into his as his hands continued rubbing against her breasts. She was breathing heavily. The mere pressure of a palm against her nipple could set her off.

She felt his hands go around her and hug her for a moment, then his fingers pulled down her zipper.

"No bed?" she asked.

"No bed," he murmured. "Right here, on the floor, on the rug, in front of the fire. It's nice to do things differently."

"You bet," she agreed.

She kissed him again, feeling his tongue in her mouth. It felt rougher than her uncle's. Maybe later he'd push it into her pussy and the abrasiveness might cause her to enjoy the cunnilingus all the more.

He was deftly removing all her clothing, and she was sinuously wriggling, pressing her body against his. Her own fingers were busy with his clothing, and soon each had the other totally naked.

He had a much better body than her uncle. He was lean and hard, with absolutely no stomach at all. He had a hairy chest, and one heck of a lot of hair around his semi-erect cock.

Debbie almost felt disappointed. The sight of the cock was a kind of letdown. It was nice. It looked a lot like the penises she had seen in the movies her uncle had shown her. But that was the trouble. It couldn't have been more than six and a half inches in length, and it was nowhere near as thick as her uncle's. Uncle Maurice had spoiled her. He had stabbed her with a weapon of unbelievable formidability. Now she was going to have to get used to ordinary-sized penises. It was just as well. If she intended playing around on the outside, she would have to accustom herself to all sizes and shapes.

"You're beautiful," he told her, "but then I guess you know that, huh."

"A girl never gets tired of hearing it," she responded.

"Well then, you're beautiful, you're lovely, you're a perfect vision of splendid womanhood. God! You're superb!"

They closed and kissed, and she could feel his half-hard cock suddenly stiffen and lengthen as her body pressed against his. Together, they sank to the carpet in front of the fire, pressing their bodies tightly together and kissing. Their tongues licked and lapped, while their bodies tightly clung. She could feel the hairy jungle on his chest as he; nipples pushed through the foliage to rub against his flesh. It made him quiver with unexpected delight.

"Christ!" he murmured. "When we first met, I never dreamed we'd be doing this. Oh I wanted it to happen, all right, but I never thought it would be possible. Feels so good. Mmmmmmm! You must be a lot older than you looked. The first time I saw you I figured you for eighteen or nineteen, but you seem to know a helluva lot more than most girls that age."

Debbie was surprised and pleased to hear this. To think, she at seventeen, knew more than most girls a few years older than herself. Her uncle had really been a master, all right. He had taught her well.

"You have wonderful breasts," he sighed, cupping a full tit in the palm of his hand.

She felt the pressure of his palm massage her nipple, and the nipple swelled to its full size. Then his head pulled away from hers as he lowered his head to her tits and began sucking on one nipple while fondling the other. She loved the way his palm moved over her other nipple now, and soon both were the same size. This didn't cause him to stop sucking. He was getting tremendous enjoyment from filling his mouth with her tit.

Finally he lifted his mouth from her breast and spun her so her body faced away from him. He used her breasts as grips, pressuring his palm into them and rubbing her nipples. Then, while one hand continued stroking and petting her tits, his other hand moved down along her thigh, sliding very slowly along her flesh. The touch made her shudder, just as the pressure of his throbbing cock against her ass seemed to give her an added sense of enjoyment.

His hand moved forward and rested on the puffy mound of her matted pubis. And then his finger was tickling the top of her very sensitive slit. As his finger slid a bit farther into her sopping gash, she felt waves of excitement shoot into her belly. Her thighs parted, giving him easier access to her sopping slash as she turned her head and felt his mouth once again come down on hers. She shuddered with delight as he kissed her, sliding his tongue in and out of her mouth much the way his finger was moving back and forth in her seething slit.

Debbie wanted to melt, the heat felt so intense inside her. She writhed, feeling the way his hard cock seemed to squeeze into the crack between her asscheeks. He began rubbing it up and down in her asscrack, and she felt more and more excitement as his finger also continued sliding in and out of her greased channel.

"Mmmm," she murmured. "I love it. Don't stop."

"Don't worry," he assured her. "I won't. There's lots more to come."

He pulled back a little and stabbed his meaty cock forward. Debbie felt it slide up against her cunt-crack, coming out in front. Looking down, she could see the red head of his hard phallus jutting out from between her thighs. It was as if it belonged to her rather than to him.

"My very own cock," she giggled, reaching down and grabbing the tip as she tightened her legs around it. She wanted to keep him from withdrawing it.

All the while she felt his fingers teasing her cunt, spreading her labia, letting her oozing juices seep out all over the solid pole her thighs had imprisoned. She rubbed her thighs tightly around the pole, then broke the kiss and asked, "Will you fuck me in my cunt, first?"

"No," he replied. "Your cunt is reserved for my mouth, later. Right now, I want to shove my pole into your ass, and then after I've come, when I pull it out, I want you to lick all the cream off."

"My God!" Debbie said aloud. "You're as perverted as ... "

She had to stop. She didn't dare admit she'd been fucking for her uncle. He might suddenly feel a dislike for her and stop the whole thing.

"Who am I as perverted as?" he asked, rubbing his cock back and forth against her gooey lips as his fingers massaged her shuddering clit.

"As I am," she whispered, realizing she was telling the truth.

No more schoolgirl morality for her. No more foolishness about right and wrong. What felt good was right. Everything else was wrong. This was what her uncle had wanted her to understand, and now she knew it with a vengeance.

Was it only two nights ago that she'd lost her virginity? God! It seemed like a lifetime ago.

She enjoyed fucking. She enjoyed it immensely. She was certain she would never get her fill of it. Now that she was able to accept the fact that she was no less perverted than the men around her, she wanted to get as much from every session as she could.

Her ass was tight. She knew that. The pucker of her asshole would be difficult to penetrate at first. She accepted that. The pain resulting from his penetration was something she was more than willing to endure, provided the thrills were equivalent.

She felt his breath sear her aural canal as his tongue bit down on her earlobe. She squirmed as he sucked her lobe, writhing back against his body. His finger continued playing havoc with her clit while she gripped the head of his cock tightly with her fingers. And all the while his other hand continued rubbing the swollen nipples of her breasts, turning them from a relaxed pink to an anxious red.

"Get ready," he whispered. "I've got enough of your cunt lubricant on my cock. I'm going to slide it right into your ass, okay?"

"Fuck away," she murmured, overwhelmed by the nearness of him.

He pulled back then, pressing the point of his solid penis right up against her anal entrance. She could feel the cheeks of her ass gripping his rubbery head.

"Ready?" he asked.

"Uh huh," she nodded, feeling his lips kiss her throat.

"You're gonna love it, honey. It's just as much fun as cuntfucking. You'll see."

He pushed, and she grunted, feeling the bluntness of the cock press against her webbed opening. But nothing else happened.

"Sometimes it takes a little while," he told her. "Don't worry. Just relax. Don't fight it. The tighter you are, the harder it will be for me to enter. Relax!"

She felt his blunt-nosed cock press forward again, and this time she felt it push into her sphincter, spreading the muscle the least little bit.

"Ouch!" she exclaimed.

His two hands had moved down to her hips to hold her in place.

"It won't hurt too much," he breathed. "Just keep relaxed. It's very important."

His hands grabbed her hips and pulled her lower half against him as he worked the rounded point of his cock forward. Debbie felt the thick mass press against her sphincter. Remembering his warning, in spite of every instinct to tighten her body, she relaxed. It was like some monstrous enema bone being pushed into her. She'd had one or two enemas, and now remembered what a time the female nurse had had, working the bone into her narrow asshole. This was a much thicker, heavier, longer thing. Thank God it wasn't her uncle's cock. She'd have never been able to take it in her ass.

She felt him push a little more, and her sphincter was beginning to yield. She felt it start to gape open, and the very point of his prick was poking through, into her tight ass.

His kiss on her throat made her shudder again as his hands held onto the bones of her hips, as if for leverage. He licked her throat a little, and she felt herself melting again. She sighed, and then felt him shove forward a little harder. Her sphincter parted a bit more, and the thick bulge of his glans pushed a little farther into her.

"Uh," she grunted, and before she could object, she felt him shove a little harder, and suddenly the entire head, up to the corona, was completely buried in her asshole.

Icy shivers shot up and down her spine. The sensation was different from the enema, after all. It made her wriggle a little, but she kept her muscles loose, and soon found her asshole widening just enough to contain the head of his throbbing penis.

One of his hands pressed on the flat of her belly, while his other hand returned to cuppng her breasts, tweaking her nipples and keeping them swollen and aroused. His mouth continued alternating between kissing her throat and biting her earlobe. She could feel the solidity of his thighs pressing against her asscheeks and wanted to feel them even closer. She bucked back a little, actually forcing another half inch of cock into her tight, crushing rectum.

"You're all right," he muttered, sending heated blasts of air into her ear. "You're really all right. You really know how to fuck, don't you. Christ! I thought you were some innocent kid in need of seducing."

"Seduce me," she giggled, feeling him prod another half inch of hot cock into her surrounding asshole.

"Hell! You're the one seducing me," he mocked. "Get ready, honey, here comes the rest of it."

One hand squeezed both her nipples at once while the other hand pressed hard on her belly, and suddenly the thick pole was tightly sliding into the constricting, squeezing, narrow passageway of her crushing asshole.

"Holy shit!" he muttered. "You are tight. This is one hell of an ass you have. Okay honey, here we go."

Excitement gripped her belly as she felt him tug the pulsing schlong halfway out, then ram it forward again. Schlong! Where had she heard that word before? Oh yes, the brother of one of her friends had referred to his cock as a schlong once. It had to do with some kind of priapistic problem. She still had no idea what priapism meant.

Larry's heavy dong moved back into her again, widening her fighting asshole. She felt it stretch elastically around the probing prick as it rammed all the way into her rectum, making her quiver and spurt juices from her sopping cunt.

The hand which had been resting flat against her belly now moved lower, probing between her thighs, rubbing a finger against a tingling clitoris. But the pressure of the cock in her ass made her realize only a thin wall of tissue separated the throughway of her cunt to the canal of her ass. And as the heavy meat began sliding back and forth, she felt sensations in her quivering cunt as well as in her ass.

She felt the plunging cock move way, way up into the uncharted regions of her ass, and she realized how unbelievable it all was. For once she was not so totally overcome by erotic emotion that she couldn't see things clearly. She felt the large thickness of his cock as it pushed in and out, in and out, moving a little faster each time as his own lubricant made the passageway that much easier to move through.

Now the heavy phallus began slamming back and forth with machinegun rapidity, moving almost as fast as her uncle's had moved in her cunt. At the same time his finger was diddling her aching clitoris, building up some sort of heat inside her, but she realized she wasn't having nearly as much fun as she'd hoped to have. There was something about the way he did things that simply kept her from being overpowered by sensation. She had to admit her uncle was far better when it came to arousing her.

"Come on, Larry," she breathed. "Do something with that cock of yours. Make me feel good. I really don't feel that much."

In response, he began pounding his throbbing prick all the faster, pressing harder on her aching clit.

"Come on, honey," he muttered. "I want you to enjoy this as much as I am."

She could feel his heavy balls banging at her thighs as he pumped against her, madly. His prick seemed to ride all the way up into her rectum, touching sensitive points but not quite giving her the thrills she had come to expect.

She tightened her asshole around his seething cock, tugging on it and milking it the way a cow's udder would be grasped by a hand. Her rubbery cheeks slammed all the way back against his hairy thighs as she corkscrewed her buttocks in an attempt to create greater pressure from his probing prick.

"I ... I ... it's feeling better," she murmured. "Now you're getting into the swing of it."

The plunging cock rode into her ass unmercifully, but Debbie wasn't looking for mercy. She wanted thrills, excitement, and erotic pleasure.

Reaching between her thighs with her own hand, Debbie reached a little farther back and felt his heavy balls. She grabbed them with her ringers and began squeezing, and suddenly he was drilling into her with heavy, short, rapid, blasting punches. But his ringer also increased its pressure on her clitoris as her wrist jammed against his hand.

"Unnnnnnhhh," she groaned, letting him know she was beginning to get more than just a little feeling. On and on his cock plunged, sinking into her ass over and over.

"I ... can ... feel ... something different," she let him know. "It's not in my cunt."

"It's uhhh ... an anal ... climax," he told her. "Let it hit. You'll like it. It's ... wow ... different."

With the continued movement of the hot prick riding in and out of her asshole, combined with the pressure of his finger on her vellicating clit, Debbie felt sparkling sensations building and building until she suddenly realized she was going to come. It wasn't going to be a great climax, but it would be sufficient. It would take some of the building pressure from inside her.

The way her clit vibrated to the pressure of his finger told her he was feeling something, too. His other hand was crushing her nipples, squeezing them tightly. She could hardly breathe. And then he began coming as he grunted a "Wooorrffffff ... aahhhhhha rrggghhhhhh ... "

She felt the hot seed spurt into her narrow ass as she bucked her body back against his. She could already feel his slender pole starting to shrivel and get smaller and smaller.

"Make me come!" she screamed, feeling his finger press all the harder against her clit.

And then, at the last second, she felt a tiny electric thrill shoot through her ass. It was an orgasm, but it was a truly minor one. All it did was take away the overpowering need for satisfaction. But it wasn't good. It wasn't good at all.

When he pulled his corking prick from her ass, he made her lay flat on the rug while he got over her in a reverse position and began eating out her pussy. At the same time his limp wang dangled in her face. She opened her mouth, took it in, and sucked off all the residue. But there was no way he was going to get hard again. And the half-hearted way he was licking her pussy told her there was no way she was going to come.

They lay that way for nearly fifteen minutes before he finally gave up.

"Look," he said, as they got up and dressed. "Tonight was a poor performance on my part. Next week I promise you'll love it. I have a special surprise I'm going to give you."

"That's all right," she said, not wanting to hurt his feelings by telling him how bad he was.

"No, it isn't all right. Look, you're one helluva girl. I mean, you're really a girl in a million. I've never met anyone like you. I'd do anything to please you. Say, look, have you ever made it with more than one man before?"

"No," she answered, suppressing the urge to tell him all she'd ever needed before was one man.

"Would you like to give it a try?"

Debbie thought about it for a moment. She was almost completely turned off Larry Haroldson by now. She wanted to go looking elsewhere.

"How many men?" she asked.

"We'll start with two. Then we'll se what you can do from there."

"Why not!" she shrugged, curious if nothing else.