Chapter 8
Judy became Debbie's close friend from then on. For all of the next week the two girls fucked one another continuously with the dildo. But Debbie did not tell Judy about her pending date Saturday evening with Larry Haroldson.
The dildo had whetted Debbie's appetite for cock even more. True it was a "cock" that would never quit. But it lacked the warmth, and the feel of reality she'd experienced when a real prick had moved into her cunt. Haroldson had promised her at least two cocks, and maybe more. She wanted to see just how long it would take a multitude of penises to fuck her to total fulfillment.
Besides, all she and Judy could do was fuck one another or eat each other out. Debbie had developed an insatiable hunger for phallus-meat. She loved sucking and licking and even chewing on a real penis. There would have been no point in using her mouth on Judy's rubber imitation. Much of her own pleasure was derived from seeing how she stimulated a man. She had loved watching the way her uncle had writhed and squirmed in her cunt and in her mouth. She had even enjoyed, to a limited extent, the way Larry had reacted when he'd pushed his peter into her ass.
Peter! Judy had taught her that word among others.
Debbie wondered how other people, so-called normal people, could continue going day after day without being constantly fucked. But then she remembered herself prior to being initiated by her uncle. Was it possible so many people in the world were totally unaware of sex? No, no. It was something else. It was probable the world was filled with Larry Haroldsons, all of whom were so inadequate, that sex was a momentary thing with them, not worth more than what Judy had called a Wham-Bam, Thank You Ma'am.
How horrible! How awful! How totally degenerate!
She would have to find out for herself. She would have to discover if almost all men were like Larry Haroldson. And what better way to do this than to keep her date with Haroldson this coming Saturday evening.
Haroldson picked her up at eight o'clock in front of the same restaurant. He was, as usual, neatly dressed in a dark suit, looking like much more of a man than she knew him to be.
"Well head straight for my place," he told her. "What I have in mind will take half the night."
Sure, Debbie thought, wrapping her mink tightly around her. If your friend or friends are anything like you, this'll probably be as boring as last Friday night.
She was wearing a short mini-skirt and simple white blouse. Though she had on thick nylon pantyhose to keep out the cold, she wore nothing else underneath. A bra and panty would only get in the way, and would be two more things she would have to put on, afterward.
When they got to Haroldson's rustic cabin, Debbie saw two other cars parked outside. She let Haroldson usher her inside, and as she draped her mink over a nearby chair, she met the other men. There were three others.
The first one introduced to her was Albert. Albert was short, with frizzy black hair covering his face as well as his head. He had a large nose on which he had perched steel-framed glasses.
Next came Walter. Walter had the slick look of an outdated Valentino. He also had a mustache, and a phony smile that bothered her. Finally there was Ed. Ed had a slim mustache, also, but that was the only thing slim about him, He had a barrel chest and a big ass. Like Walter, Ed was far from tall, but neither man was as short as Albert. Walter and Ed were smoking, and from the smell, Debbie realized it wasn't tobacco.
There was another girl there, as well. They called her Ruth. She had short blond hair swept up, and she had a dumpy figure, plainly visible beneath the drab dress she was wearing.
Debbie laughed to herself. She could have probably handled all four men. She didn't need any assistance from Ruth. But she would soon find out, Ruth wasn't there to ease her burden, but to eventually add to it.
"Have a drink," Albert said, handing her a brandy.
"Sure, why not!" she shrugged, and took the tumbler from him.
Haroldson put a stack of records on a nearby phonograph, and as the rhythmic sounds filled the room, the four men, along with Ruth, began undressing. Debbie watched, sipping her brandy, realizing her drink tasted funny, even for brandy.
Walter led Ruth to the rug in front of the blazing fireplace, got her on her back, and without any preliminaries, pumped his wang right into her. Debbie stared at them, noting Walter had a better shape than Ruth. Ruth had small breasts, and they were loose and hanging. Even horizontal, with her breasts falling into her body, Debbie could see how much excess flesh the other girl had. The only thing really feminine about her was her cunt.
Ruth's legs were hanging over Walter's shoulders, and he was pounding his solid prick (which was shorter and thinner than Larry Haroldson's) as far up into her humid pussy as it would go. Debbie could hear the sound of their pubic hairs as they mingled. It mixed with the clapping sounds made by their joining bellies and the thwacking of his balls against the bottom of her hot split.
Larry had turned out the lights and had put on strobes, making the awesome scene in front of the blazing fire look like something out of Dante's Inferno. Then he walked up behind Debbie and put an arm around her waist from the rear, resting the flat of his hands against her firm belly.
"There's a sight to get you all hot and bothered," he whispered in her ear, and Debbie shuddered from the pressure of his warm breath.
He was right. Under the blinking stroboscopic lights it was impossible to tell Ruth was a plain, dumpy-looking woman. She looked as sexy as any movie star or model. And the pounding of Walter's slick prick into the depths of her creaming quim, added to the sounds their bodies made was enough to set Debbie's blood boiling.
"You really enjoy watching people fuck, don't you," he whispered. "Well what the hell, you're like me. I enjoy watching it, too. It gets me all hot. C'mon, we'll flop down on the rug beside 'em and join in. This way we can watch close up while we fuck, ourselves. Tonight's going to be one groovy ball."
"I hope so," Debbie muttered. "You'll see," Haroldson assured her, sensuously removing her clothes.
Debbie slowly turned, pressing her naked body against his, pressing the mound of her muff against the thickening cock between his thighs. She could feel it enlarging and decided he might be worth one more try.
They walked to the hearth, and as they kneeled down together, Debbie felt oil seeping from her crotch. Her warming pussy was already anxiously expecting to be thrilled by the plunging pressure of his hot cock.
She turned and looked at the two other men. They were standing nearby, taking in all the action, When she turned around and looked back at Haroldson, she saw him sitting on the rug with his thighs wide apart. And sticking out from between his thighs was that six and a half inch hard-on, looking wicked under the strobes. In spite of the I orange glow coming from the fireplace, it was the power of the white strobe lights that dominated. Haroldson looked like something carved from ivory and ebony. But then, so did everyone else. So did she. The intense black and white gave a satanic shape to his phallus making it look like a curved wand of ivory. It seemed porcelain-smooth, and the flashing lights made it appear to be pulsing and throbbing with tremendous vitality.
She knew Haroldson was staring at her. His ferret-like eyes were wandering all over her body, caressing her tits, teasing her belly, delving into the steelwool appearance of her pubic hair, looking at the ragged outer edges of her labia, whose coral color had turned to a bleached white under the lights.
Reaching out, she grabbed his throbbing pecker ... did Judy teach her that word? ... in her hot fist. It felt like a piece of warming metal, and it pulsed in her palm as she applied pressure all around it. The heavy drop of liquid seeping from the head was a bleached white, and it seemed to stick like a drop of heavy dew. Debbie slowly dipped her head, and sticking out her tongue, lightly licked it away, hardly touching the broiling flesh of his ivory phallus.
Haroldson wrapped his arms around her body as her head came up, and they rolled onto the rug together. His arms were like steel manacles around her waist. Her swollen breasts were being crushed against his hairy chest, and she felt the eagerness of his iron prick as it rubbed against her stomach.
He was rubbing his cock back and forth against her stomach, as if he was actually fucking her navel. She turned her head to watch Ruth and Walter continue their rutting, but the other couple was totally oblivious to them. Ruth had her thighs up so high, her calves were crossed behind his neck as his shoulders pushed into the backs of her knees. She was heaving her hot cunt at his lancing dick as if every stroke would be the last. Her short hair looked messy, and a sheen of sweat made her entire body shine. Walter's hands had moved around Ruth's thighs, gripping her shoulders for leverage. All of Ruth's body seemed to lift up off the floor as she bent forward, clinging to Walter's neck with her arms and thighs. She began screaming, "Here I come, Walter, here I come ... I'm coming, coming, coming ..."
"Come you bitch!" Walter grunted, heaving his penis into her scathing cunt.
"Eeeeeeeaaarrrggghhhhhh!" Ruth screamed, her head falling back and her mouth gaping much like the cunt Walter was fucking. Her eyes seemed to roll back in her head until Debbie could only see white.
"Urrrrrrgggnnnggghhhaaarrraaahhhggghhhhhh," Walter bellowed, coming madly, jerking his body against Ruth's.
Debbie heard his wheezing as his breath constricted in his lungs. She watched Ruth absorb the length of his cock again and again until she suddenly bent forward, and like a kamikaze flyer diving on a helpless ship, she pressed her entire self against him as her arms and thighs wrapped themselves even more tightly around his neck. She squealed and sobbed as his love juice continued squirting into her, and Debbie was totally enthralled by the sight of it. She had to admit Larry Haroldson was really trying his best to please her.
Staring at this mad scene of frantic humping under the strobes caused the passionate water bubbling in her own seething pussy to boil even faster. New, heavy rivulets of slick pussy oil seemed to seep from all the membranes of her fuck hole. God! She needed to fuck. She needed to fuck badly.
She felt Haroldson's cock begin pushing its way into the blistering confines of her teeming twat. In spite of its slenderness, she found her cunt muscles adapting to it, tightening themselves around it, and she could hear Haroldson yelling, "Oh Christ! What a hot, tight cunt. I've never fucked a cunt this tight before. Debbie, baby, your cunt is as tight as your ass."
Debbie felt Larry's pinky rubbing her navel, as if trying to fuck into that indentation, as well. He had his other hand covering her right nipple, pressing his palm against it in a tight little circle. Debbie sighed, letting her own head fall back. She felt Larry's hot cock poke in a little deeper. Her sucking vaginal walls tightly gripped it, making her realize she had developed the muscles in her vulva without meaning to. Oddly, he applied very gentle pressure as his pressuring cock slid a little deeper into her tortured pussy. He used the thumb of one hand to rub her aching clit, while the pinky continued teasing her navel.
Halfway into the squeezing tightness of her cunt, Larry stopped. He continued rubbing his thumb against her throbbing clit, driving her mad with passion. She felt the hard pressure of his rubbing glans poking against the ceiling of her cunt tunnel, where all her sensitive nerves were strung out. It felt much bigger than it really was, and the sensation of throbbing warmth she'd missed when Judy had used the dildo on her was now a reality all over again.
His mouth had come down to her breasts, and his tongue was working all over them. The pressure was too much for Debbie who realized how much she'd missed a real cock.
Gripping Larry tightly, she spun him over on his back so that she was now on top, riding down the rest of his solid mast. She slid down slowly, feeling her hot pussy resist every last little bit of the way. As the prong jazzed all the way up into her, she let out a loud gasp. The sensation of it cutting through her watering cunt was completely overpowering.
She was determined to enjoy what she could, this time. Whether or not he would be able to stay hard until she finally came was something she didn't know, but she did know she intended to enjoy feeling him inside her as long as she had him there. Her pussy-muscles tightened strongly around the slender rod, and the feeling was good. It was not only good for her, but good for him as he gurgled, unable to speak because he was so totally overcome with her tightness.
Debbie let out a moan of joy as she felt the full length of his flesh cylinder engulfed by her sucking cunt. She leaned forward, letting her ballooning tits rub hard against his hairy chest, then proceeded to elevator her cunt up and down the greased pole surrounded by her hot, slick membranes. Haroldson's nails dug into her back, and had they been any longer they would have cut her.
Debbie grunted, literally hunching forward and humping her cunt up and down, back and forth, feeling like a little girl riding a horse on a carousel. Larry was grunting as well, and the sounds of his radiating groans increased the flaming temperature in her boggy cunt. She compressed her pussy walls that much more, squeezing more tightly around the silky skin of his steellike cock.
Their bodies seemed to reach a mutual understanding where motion was concerned as her thighs rose and fell from his. Larry's fingers were pressing into the roundness of her ass, and Debbie was determined to see if she could literally snap his cock in two with the muscles of her squeezing cunt. The more she bounced, the easier she found it to move on top of him.
She felt as if she were the one in control of the situation. All the other times, she had been the passive partner. Her head raised, then her body lifted, and though she remained connected to him, feeling his cotter pin pressed all the way into her steaming slot, she was moving more freely than ever. Her head fell back and her long, brown hair actually touched his shins as his gripping arms held her waist to keep her from tumbling over, backward. Her knees dug into the rug on either side of him as her own hands gripped his arms.
She felt one of his hands slip off her waist and move to their fulcrums. He pressed a thumb between them and began massaging her lubricant-soaked clit, and she found the pressure exciting beyond thought. He pressed so hard, it actually hurt her, yet she didn't mind the pain. The thrilling, passionate sensations were rising in her more and more rapidly, and she suddenly realized she was screaming out a one-word command.
"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" she ordered again and again in a screeching voice that sounded as if it were coming from some kind of hysterical lunatic, Yet there was no way she could retain control of herself.
Sitting back as she was became too excruciating. The pressure of his thumb on her quaking clit was driving her insane. She threw her body forward, crushing his hand between his pelvis and hers so the thumb couldn't move. She jackhammered her ass up and down rapidly, realizing he was already dangerously close to the precipice of orgasm. The gurgles in his throat were like dry, grating sand now. The muscles of his youthful body began tightening, and suddenly she felt him quiver, quake, and spasm, as hot waves of splashing come shot up into her.
Debbie screwed her ass as far down against his cock as she possibly could, wanting to feel every last fraction of meat inside her before it began shriveling. She sat up again, feeling his thumb go back to work even as he heaved his body upward, coming into her hot, sucking chamber.
"Ayaaaaaaggghhhhhh ... " Larry screamed a shuddering yell, sounding like a cross between the howl of a male wolf and the cry of a triumphant savage plunging his full length of spear into the body of an enemy.
His head flung itself from side to side as his fingers once again dug into her tender hips. He was gasping and crying at the same time.
Debbie wanted to come. She wanted it more than anything else at that moment. She shut her eyes and willed her body to reach some sort of orgasm, and as if responding to her will, she felt the climax well up inside her. It wasn't an all-consuming, overpowering, body-slamming sensation, but it was a lot better than the piddling relief she'd received the last time she'd been with Larry. She could feel his own climax more strongly than the one coursing through her body. His semen fountained into her with the strength of "Old Faithful" and the force of it splashing against her womb threatened to rocket her body up against the ceiling. And all the while her cunt expanded and contracted around the cock like a gripping fist.
Her knees pressed into Larry's hips and she was now fallen against his body, gripping his shoulders. His arms were now around her, preventing her from falling off as he still spouted gobs of weighty sperm into her. She was amazed at how much spunk he had stored inside his balls. It was as if he intended flooding her body with an entire reservoir of the cream.
The cock was shriveling now, and no matter what her muscles did, it wouldn't stay hard. She felt it become a flaccid, wormy thing, and she finally sat up and rolled off. Her face fell to the carpet next to that of Ruth who was smiling from ecstasy.
"It's so great," Ruth was murmuring. "It's so great. I could go on forever."
"Me too," Debbie admitted, openly anxious for more.
Larry had dragged himself off, flopping in a corner somewhere, and the barrel-chested man called Ed was staring at her with his tongue hanging out.
"Christ!" Ruth told her, "I enjoy it so much, and yet I always get the feeling there's more. I wish I knew what to do to make things even better."
Before Debbie could reply, she felt her head start spinning. Everything looked odd, almost grotesque and out of proportion. It was as if she were looking at the world through a wide-angle lens. And yet, her senses felt heightened.
She had been drugged. There had been something in that drink, and it was first starting to take effect now. The people in the room no longer looked like ordinary people, but extremely sensual, beautiful people. Ruth, who had seemed so dumpy before, now looked beautiful. Her flesh, which had seemed so lizardlike before, now looked smooth and creamy.
"What's wrong with me?" she called out. "Why do I feel this way?"
"Acid!" Larry called out from somewhere. "LSD! Don't sweat it, kid. Just relax and enjoy the trip. It'll make everything feel a lot better."
The flashing strobe lights were suddenly much too sensitive for her eyes. She shut them, trying to shut the world away. Her mind began roaming wildly.
"Ruth," she gasped, "help me, help me. I'm afraid."
She reached out and grabbed Ruth's shoulders as the two lay there, and she heard the other girl whisper, "Easy, huh. Just relax and don't fight it, and you won't have a bad trip. Just open up your body and your mind to it."
Debbie found herself being cradled in Ruth's arms, and little by little her apprehension eased. She looked up and saw the hardened nipples of the other woman's breasts and her mouth watered. She wanted to suck them.
"Good girl," Ruth whispered, when she felt Debbie's lips lightly press her left nipple. "Now get ready for some real action."
There was going to be more. Now that the queasiness was passing, she realized she was hotter than ever. She was going to be fucked and fucked and fucked. Larry had promised her she would not be disappointed this time.
Letting Ruth's nipple fall from her mouth, she turned her head and saw both Ed and the one called Albert, standing above her. And though she knew their penises were small, in her befogged mind, the two wangs suddenly looked tremendous.