SC-272  Even With Uncle's Dogs
[aka 'Jack's Pets']
(Didi Parker)


Foreword

Debbie Hathaway is a young, perky, bright brunette of seventeen who suddenly finds
herself heir to a large and productive farm. To help her dispose of the property she calls
on her uncle and cousin. But instead of the aid she'd hoped to find from members of
her family, the young teenager finds herself trapped in a twisted web of incredible
depravity and humiliation. Jack Hathaway, her uncle, is actually a porno distributor
who uses his niece as a model for the most perverted of sexual acts. No limits to
Debbie's ultimate degradation appear as Jack pushes the young brunette to the limits of
decency.
But Debbie also discovers a strange lack of reticence on her part during these acts. At
first an unwilling participant, the girl soon learns she craves more excitement, more
stimulation from objects she also despises and loathes. This novel explores not only the
twisted perversion of a small group of men, but also of the secret beast in a young girl
that threatens to destroy her and everyone around her.
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Chapter 1

Debbie Hathaway folded her small hands in her lap, pushing her long tapered legs
under the chair as the clock on the living room wall ticked the hour away. It was nearly
five o'clock, the time when Debbie's uncle would be arriving from San Francisco to help
her settle the affairs of the large farm her parents had left her. The pretty seventeen
year-old brunette sighed sadly, sucking in her lower lip and biting down lightly. It was
only one month since her parents were killed in the Tenerife air disaster – one month
after her high school graduation. There seemed to be so much to look forward to. And
now Debbie could see only a gray haze settling over an uncertain future. There was the
farm with all the animals and fields. Maybe her uncle Jack would be able to tell her
whether she should sell it or keep it as an investment.
For in spite of her grief, Debbie couldn't help thinking about the money she could get
from selling the farm. She'd use the profit for college. That was someplace she'd hoped
her father would have sent her in a year or two. But now she wouldn't go to that
Baptist Bible thumping university in Iowa. No, it would be USC, UCLA or maybe even
Columbia in New York. She could shake off the tyrannical morals her parents had laid
on her for seventeen years. Then she could experience what the other girls in school
talked so much about things Debbie could only fantasize about later in bed alone.
"Cock," she whispered in the large, empty living room. Debbie blushed as the word
escaped. And yet the young teenager couldn't help curling up the corners of her small
red mouth and giggling. She felt her body flush with a strange, tingling heat as the
forbidden word seemed to echo loudly in the room. The itchy ache Debbie had noticed
between her legs lately whenever a boy looked at her hotly was getting worse as the
days passed. Even now she could feel it tightening her pink cunny, making it pulse like
a festering wound while she waited for her uncle.
"Ohhhh," Debbie shuddered, moving her legs back out from under the chair. Every
movement seemed like an effort now, her mind concentrating on the growing wet heat
radiating out from her virgin pussy. If only she could pull herself out of the chair and
go upstairs to her bedroom where she'd moved her fingers slowly over her plump
cuntlips before... if only...
The sound of a car pulling into the gravel drive snapped the young teenager out of her
reverie. Forcing the strange hot feeling down, Debbie rose from the chair and walked a
little shakily to the front screendoor. Peering through the metal webbing Debbie saw a
dirty '68 blue Chevy rambling up toward the house. She wrinkled up her forehead. Her
father had told her that Uncle Jack was fairly well-off.
Debbie pushed open the screendoor and stepped out onto the wide porch. It had been a
hot mid-August day. The air smelled of burned dust and grass while the sky glowed an
angry red. As the brunette walked down the steps to the still-moving car, she could hear
the beginning sounds of evening.
"Hi," a young boy of nineteen said friendly as he stepped out of the car.
"Hi," Debbie responded, pleasantly surprised. This couldn't be her Uncle Jack. He was
too young and good-looking. She folded her arms across her large titties and smiled
openly at the tall dark-haired body.
"I'm Bob – Bob Hathaway, your cousin. I guess you don't remember me. We never
spent too much time together."
Debbie shrugged her shoulders, then extended her right hand toward him. The girl
dropped her eyes modestly as Bob took it. It might have been her imagination, but she
swore she could feel his look burn through her white cotton halter and matching shorts.
In a way Debbie hated that look. It made her feel naked.
She tried to ignore the hot, mushy feeling between her legs that was beginning to rise
again. Her little fuzz-covered cunny seemed to her to be like a melon left too long in
the field. It was soft, hot, dripping with juice and nearly bursting apart at the seams.
Would he want to slide up between my legs? My own cousin? Debbie found herself
thinking. She blushed immediately, ashamed she could be thinking such thoughts about
a member of her own family who she barely knew.
"I-I don't think so. It's been so long," Debbie stammered, raising her eyes. She found
herself swimming in two pools of blue. Bob's was an open face – a broad forehead,
medium length hair hanging carelessly over his ears and eyes, high cheekbones, a
square, strong chin, and a tall, muscular body telling Debbie he spent long hours
working out.
"My father told me to tell you he'd be a little late. I'm gonna help out a little. Then I've
got to go and get ready for school," Bob said, letting go of the small hand and turning
back to his car.
"Oh, you go to college?" Debbie asked anxiously. Her tits continued to swell until the
nipples were long, hard and scratching against the soft material of her halter.
"Yep. Second year in agricultural science," Bob muttered, his head inside the back of
the car. With a loud grunt he pulled out a green duffle bag packed to the brim with his
clothes.
"I want to go to school, too," Debbie said in a low voice, turning and going back into
the house.
"Then go. That's what I did," Bob said with the same, open smile. Debbie felt herself
melting like a stick of butter in a frying pan. Oh, what she would give to feel his body
pressing against hers! She had never felt a man do anything to her except kiss her
lightly on the forehead or cheek.
"Maybe I'll do the same," Debbie almost whispered. She was surprised at how low her
voice sounded as they walked into the darkening house. "You can stay in the spare
bedroom downstairs. It's next to the kitchen," Debbie said, pointing at a half-opened
door down the hall.
Bob nodded, hauling his bag behind him. She followed, intending to go into the
kitchen and start dinner.
"Damn!" Bob cried, one of the straps breaking on his bag. Some clothing spilled out
onto the floor.
"Here, I'll help," Debbie said, kneeling down on the wooden floor and scooping up
handfuls of socks. Something lay in a dark corner. Picking it up, the young girl realized
what it was only when she handed it to Bob. It was the big man's jockstrap.
"Oh!" she cried, dropping it as if her hand had been burned. The pouch was so large,
images of how big Bob's cock must be burned through her mind.
"Sorry," he muttered, smiling strangely. He took the large-pouched supporter from the
embarrassed girl, packed it into the bag, then hauled it behind him into the bedroom.
Debbie stood up and nearly ran past the opened door into the kitchen. Flicking on the
light she felt safe again. The familiar stove, refrigerator, the table where she and her
family ate – it all gave her a feeling of security. Nothing bad could happen to her here.
Inhaling a deep breath, Debbie once more fought down the tight pulsing feeling in her
cunny and started dinner. When Bob reentered the room Debbie ignored him,
answering his general questions with short, almost curt answers. No sense in tempting
fate she felt as they ate silently, then cleaned up.
Debbie had hoped Bob would go back into his room to sleep. But he remained in the
kitchen, sipping his coffee at the table and watching her small, rounded ass move
sensuously under her white cotton shorts. Debbie could feel his eyes crawling over her
body as she filled the sink with hot water and started washing the dishes.
"Is your father coming tonight?" she asked. Debbie frowned, wishing her voice
wouldn't shake so when she talked to her cousin.
"No, I don't think so. It might be a few days. He's tied up in some kind of business
deal.
"Oh!" Debbie cried as she dropped a coffee mug onto the floor. It shattered in millions
of pieces.
"IH get it," Bob said, putting down his cup and shoving the chair roughly back from
the table. Debbie turned and kept on doing the dishes, wishing her fingers would warm
up. Her nerves were making all parts of her body quiver, flush hot, then ice up.
"I haven't seen him in a long time," Debbie continued, letting the water drip from a
plate before stacking it on the counter to her right.
"He hasn't changed much," Bob answered, getting up with the shattered cup pieces in
his right hand. He moved up behind her, rubbing into her ass and putting one hand
around her waist.
"Bob. You'll make me break another cup," Debbie squealed. She was feeling her body
melt. There was a lush hotness extending from her belly down to the fat, swollen lips of
her cunny. Only her clit and titty tips were hard. They were so sensitive now with
swollen tissues and raw nerve endings Debbie thought they would explode. Oh God,
how could she be feeling this in the kitchen of her parents' home?
"Sorry. Thought I'd just be a little affectionate. After all, we haven't seen each other in a
long time," Bob said. He sounded hurt.
"Well, wait 'til I get through. We can talk then." She looked over her shoulder at him
as he dumped the broken cup into the trash. His black hair shined in the bright kitchen
fluorescent light. Debbie could see the thick matting of wiry body hair covering his
chest through the thin white cotton T-shirt pulled tightly against his body. A patch of
hair peeked over the top of his clean undershirt. Both the shirt and his faded Levi's
were stretched tightly over his big frame.
"You can give me a friendly hug after?" Bob said, moving back behind her and running
one hand teasingly over her plump young ass.
"Please, Bob. Don't do that. It's not right," Debbie begged. Yet the girl could hear the
insincerity of her own voice. If only she could sound more convincing.
"I just want to show you there's nothin' wrong with kissing cousins," the young man
said thickly. He waited until she dried her hands carefully on the dish towel, put it
down, then turned around and tried to step around him. Bob put one foot out, blocking
her way while slipping the other hand around her waist.
"Please," she said shakily, lowering her eyes. She could feel his gaze burning down into
her soul.
"Please what," he said, moving her closer toward him. At the same time his hands
moved up to her halter, working their way under her elastic strap.
"Oh, it's not right, it's not right at all," Debbie protested. Yet she stayed where she was,
not trying to work her way out of the desperate situation.
"I use to hear your mama brag you never went out with any boys. That right?" Bob
asked, moving his lips up against the side of her neck and blowing softly against her
flesh.
Debbie felt her skin crawl with unspeakable excitement. A red fog of wild lust settled
over her mind and made it difficult for her to talk.
"Y-yes," she stammered. He was cupping both her asscheeks now, working his long
thick fingers into her soft cushions of flesh.
"Hard to believe," Bob said, shaking his head back and forth, then going back to his
gradual seduction. Debbie pushed her hands against his chest in a last weak effort to get
away. But her own lust coupled with her cousin's was too much for her.
Taking advantage of Debbie's weakness, Bob squeezed her close. Her titties nestled
tightly against him.
Debbie felt the iron bands of his arms close around her. Her heart beat crazily while
she whirled around like a merry-go-round. Debbie began feeling things she hadn't felt
before. Her tender young tits seemed to be growing. She could feel the nipples pushing
against the cups of her halter. She wished she could tear it off. The titty tips began to
hurt. They felt hot and sticky. She could feel her cousin's chest rise and fall with his
deep, regular breathing. When it rose his grip tightened around her. Debbie felt her
head falling backward. A tingling sensation began getting achier between her legs with
each passing second. It was like having a single drop of sweat trickle its way through
her hairy mound.
Bob slid his hands down her body and onto her ass again. As he pulled tighter he gave
a small hunch to his thighs. Debbie didn't try to pull away this time. He squeezed her
asscheeks firmly and slowly until the young brunette felt herself swaying drunkenly
from side to side.
Debbie didn't want Bob to stop. Having her ass squeezed like that felt good. His hands
were gentle even if they were big and strong. It was only when Bob started to hunch
harder and faster that Debbie began to worry. Her body was doing strange, funny
things. She felt as if someone had slipped a blob of butter inside her pussy. It felt wet
and slippery.
Every movement she made now created a kind of subtle friction sending tiny delicious
spasms over her stiffening clitty. The plump lips of her tight young pussy were aching
to be rubbed.
"Please, let's stop. I'm afraid," Debbie moaned truthfully. She didn't know what lay
ahead. But her mother told her only bad girls and whores let men do what she thought
Bob was aiming to do to her.
And yet the girl felt her hands tightening around her cousin's neck. She felt him hunch
into her harder. This time she could feel something big and hard between his legs
brushing against her bare thighs. It was shaped like a large sausage. He was aiming, it
for that hot, itching spot between her legs.
"Bob, no... no, please..." she begged. Her voice came in low pants.
His grip on her loosened. He looked down meaningfully at her, then loosened his grip
around the girl's ass. Keeping his eyes riveted to hers Bob backed up, reaching back
with his right hand for the wall switch.
Suddenly they were both plunged into darkness.
Debbie jerked her hand up to her throat. Her nostrils flared while she gasped in
lungfuls of air. Bob was coming back to her in the darkness. The Beginning of her loss
of innocence had begun.


Chapter 2

Debbie felt her ear grow hot and ticklish as Bob blew softly into the canal. He was
whispering things to her – things he was going to do to her that made her shiver with
terror and excitement. Her body was alive to his touch. Debbie quivered when she felt
his iron-hard cock brushing against the unplowed mound between her legs.
"P-please." But Debbie didn't know what she was asking for. She could only feel a large
dark presence of her cousin pressing against her.
Bending his head forward, Bob caught Debbie's lips with his own. He forced himself
forward until his mouth was locked tightly to hers. Then his tongue pushed out,
beginning to force its way between the trembling girl's lips.
Debbie struggled against the hot slippery thing trying to snake its way into her mouth.
No boy had ever tried anything like that! It was filthy, vile... wonderful! Slowly she
buckled under the pressure, parting her lips under his pressure. As the thick tongue
lashed down her throat Debbie felt her pussylips being pulled apart. Bob had his hands
under her ass, working his fingers across the naked skin at the edge of her shirts. Every
time he squeezed the valley between her legs pulled open. Debbie squirmed, every
movement making her cunny lips unstick, then fall back only to separate again. As
Bob's fingers rubbed over the flesh between the brunette's ass and cunt, Debbie started
moaning low and deep. Hot juice seeped out from between her bloated pussylips until
her panties were wet with it.
As their hot spit-filled mouths sucked and gurgled together, Debbie could feel nine
inches of hot dick meat pressing up against the slippery lips of her twat. She wondered
how it would feel to have that big thing pushing inside her body. Thinking about it
made her want it. Through the red-hot haze settling over her mind she could hear her
mother and father warning her about the dangers of the flesh. No, she didn't want to be
called a bad girl. But how could anything so good be called bad? No, her parents were
wrong. Something happening inside her was washing over all the years of moral
oppression.
"Oh, I feel so funny," Debbie said in a thick voice.
"What, makes you feel funny?" he asked, rubbing the hard stiffness of his cock back
and forth against her lower tummy.
"The way you're holding me and all that kissing.
It makes me want to... to____" Debbie couldn't finish the sentence.
"Want to what?" Bob said, moving one hand around and up, chucking it under her
chin and raising her face to his once more.
"There's nothing to be afraid of, baby," Bob said reassuringly. "I'll show you what to
do. After that, you'll never be afraid of that feeling again."
Debbie felt his tongue sliding back down her throat as if it were heading all the way
down. Then he pulled back, wrapping his strong arms around her swaying body and
scooping her up off the floor. He carried her through the dark kitchen, down the hall
and into his bedroom. Debbie's mouth ate into his as they reached the bed.
Bob's arms tightened around her as he knelt by the side of the bed, laying her on it,
then settling on top of her body. His weight pushed her deep into the mattress. Debbie
couldn't move. And yet in spite of the weight the girl felt as if she were floating
thousands of miles in the sky with him. Bob's body was supported on the points of her
tits while his dick kept jabbing into her belly and thighs. Debbie couldn't stop herself
from opening her mouth wide and sucking his tongue inside. Her legs sagged apart
while Bob settled between them.
"Still feel funny?" Bob asked, pulling his mouth from hers.
"Yes, oh God yes," Debbie panted. She ran her fingers over his neck and chest.
"I'll bet it's right here," Bob said, his hand reaching between her legs and cupping her
tender young pussy hard.
"Oh yes, yes, yes," Debbie whispered brokenly. She pulled her knees further apart,
squeezing her asscheeks together and pushing her crotch up against the massaging
hand. She could feel his fingers working greedily over the plump, sensitive pussylips.
He squeezed it hard, relaxing his grip only to squeeze her cunny mound harder again.
He was milking the lips, working their slippery rubbery edges together. Creamy foam
started dripping from between them. When Debbie tried to get his hand off she heard
the sound of her zipper.
"No, it's wrong. Please," the girl protested. She could feel Bob now trying to pull down
the zipper running down the side of her shorts.
"You don't think you've worked me up this far to let me down? Come on, Deb. You
want this as much as I do."
The girl turned her head away, twisting her body to the right while she pressed her
asscheeks down hard against the mattress.
But Bob was an expert. He had her pinned down so she couldn't move too well. With a
few movements he got her zipper down and the button at the top unfastened.
Debbie felt his fingers reaching inside her shorts, slipping under her panties. The young
brunette pushed her ass deeper into the mattress to keep her shorts on. There was a
tug. Then another as the shorts held. She felt Bob's fingers curl into a fist then pull
down hard. Her shorts and panties ripped open, leaving her pussy naked and exposed.
Then Bob's hands worked between her legs and cupped her snatch again.
"Fuck," he whispered, massaging her pussy with sure, tight strokes.
Debbie felt her ass push up to the beautiful squeezing sensation between her legs. She
was spread open, moaning under her breath. She was on fire, her cunny running with
hot lava-like juice.
"That's your pussy, baby. That's your hot pussy I'm gonna fuck with my dick," Bob
said thickly.
Debbie felt him rub her pussylips together. As the sensitive flesh was rubbed and
heated she began kissing her cousin back. Her hands flew around his neck, pulling his
mouth tighter onto hers.
Then Bob moved his hands up to her titties, pulling at the halter and finally ripping
that off the teenager's chest.
"Jesus! Big, hard-tipped titties," he said in admiration as the large jugs lay like two
rounded mountains atop Debbie's heaving chest.
Bob bent forward, cupping one tit with his hand while he engulfed one nipple with his
mouth.
"Ohhh!" Debbie moaned. She could feel his hot, wet, soft lips moving over her
hardened nipple. His tongue slid over and over the tender flesh, laving her nipple with
spit. Using his mouth and hands Bob worked over her flesh until Debbie was gasping
for air.
"It's time, baby," Bob said. He took her right hand and slid it down between their
bodies. Debbie could feel the thick, hard column of cock-flesh pressing against his fly.
"Go ahead, open it."
Debbie protested, but realized it was useless. She wanted to feel that cock as badly as
Bob wanted her to. Debbie fumbled with the snap on his tight pants. After unfastening
it, she moved to the zipper tab and pulled down. In seconds his pants flew open and
the long cock between his legs popped out thick and hard. Debbie could feel the fleshy
thick head as it throbbed between her fingers. It was hot, slippery and wet just like her
pussylips. The young brunette gasped, wondering how something that long would be
able to fit inside her without splitting her open.
"Just a second," Bob said, pulling back. He knelt in front of her, his fat sausage-shaped
cunt-splitter sticking out from his crotch like a spear. He pulled his T-shirt off, then
rocked back and slipped off his shoes, socks and Levi's. In a second he was as naked as
Debbie.
Bob pushed forward with his hairy ass, laying back on top of her and slipping his
mouth back onto hers. Debbie's cuntlips peeled back and were ready to receive her
cousin's throbbing dick. With a giant shove Bob's cockhead worked itself inside. As the
head slid in, Debbie's outer labes closed over it. His big long boner was outside,
bending slightly at the middle and waiting to shove fully into the velvety dark pink
depths of her body.
"Oh, baby, you're a hot, tight fuck," Bob grunted. Beads of sweat began to appear on
his forehead, plastering down his thick black hair.
Debbie shoved her head deep into the pillow. Her eyelids fluttered while her jaw sagged
down. She couldn't move. She was being fucked, impaled on her own cousin's fat dick.
Bob twisted his body around so she could feel his dick reaming out her tight virgin
passage. The spongy fat head wormed around and around, pushing deeper into the
throat of her snatch. His cock shaft snaked through her bushy dark brown cuntal curls,
disappearing inch by hot inch.
"Ohhhh!" Debbie begged as she felt her pussy stretched wider. "Fuck me. Oh God, fuck
me. Ohhhh, it feels soooo good!" the tight slippery tunnel, his cockhead frying in the
hot oil of her cunt. As it pushed the virgin tissue apart, his rod was grabbed by the
sensitive pussy walls. Then the young man felt his dickhead run into something firm.
He knew it was her cherry, hard and resistant to his dick. He pushed forward and down
again. His weight came forward slowly, forcing his prick in.
"No, don't. It hurts!" the girl cried as she felt the pain suddenly hit her.
"You're really a virgin. Shit, I didn't think they were around anymore," Bob said in
genuine surprise. "It's okay," he said with a change of voice. "It's gonna hurt at first.
But I swear you'll never be sorry."
"NO!" Debbie cried. She meant it now as the pain grew.
"Hold still!" Bob demanded, grabbing her roughly by the shoulders and holding her
down hard against the mattress. His cockhead pressed hard against the wall of flesh.
"NOOOO!" Debbie shrieked, tossing and trying to twist away from the tearing pain.
"Now!" Bob cried, lunging down. His dick broke through the wall in one swift stab. His
thick cock plunged down into the depths of her snatch. The young man panted on top
of Debbie's quiet body, his cock sore from the effort of busting the teenager's cherry.
His body ground down onto hers, and he lay down on her titties.
"Ohhh," the girl moaned half-consciously. She had nearly lost consciousness from the
pain of that ramming.
"Does it hurt much now?" Bob asked. He began to massage her pussy gently, keeping
the lips tightly together.
Debbie could feel hot streams of pussy juice beginning to seep up inside her bruised,
torn pussy. The pain eased under the rising heat.
"Going away," she gasped.
"Wanna fuck now?"
"I'm afraid to," she said honestly.
"It won't hurt again. I promise," Bob said, beginning to stroke her again with his long
prick. Her legs spread widely apart once more, nearly hanging over either edge of the
bed. She could feel the thick, hot pole gliding into her, soothing down the raw sides of
her cuntwalls where her cherry had been.
"Ohhhh!" Debbie groaned as she felt his weight rest on her clit. His hairy chest rubbed
over her titties until every nerve ending seemed to be singing with lust. She wanted all
his cock inside her, stuffing her up with dickmeat until it came out her mouth.
"Feel good, Deb?" Bob asked.
"Yes, oh God, yes," she said thickly. Debbie felt the rushing of his cock as it tore
through her tight cunt. Before she knew it he was hammering against her clitty. This
time he didn't stop but kept going, slamming down harder and faster. His weight
banged against her body, making her shake as he hunched his way into her body. The
girl was grunting like a bitch dog in heat, being stretched wide open by the frantic
working of his strokes.
His cock seemed to be ballooning out, stretching her open until she thought she was
going to split in two.
"OOOOOOHHH!" Debbie moaned as a flash of sexual fire raced through her body.
She felt her legs swing up to circle her cousin's back. Her arms flew around his neck
trying to pull him harder against her body. Her ass was grinding up to meet him. Her
entire body clutched him as he fucked her.
"Gonna cum. Cut it loose, Deb. Cut it loose," he begged.
Debbie wasn't sure what he was talking about. But somehow she knew what he meant.
Deep in her body she could feel an explosion building up. It was all through her cunt,
deep down in her ravaged fuck hole. Her body tightened up in pre-orgasmic tenseness.
Her muscles grabbed around his sinking dick.
"NOW!" he shouted. His thick-muscled hips flew into her like pile drivers. He
increased his thrusts and hunching until his cock burned with the friction. His balls
tightened up in their sac. The thick tube running through his cock was ready to take
the jizz boiling up in his nuts.
"More, more!" Debbie pleaded as she felt his cock throbbing inside her. Her cuntal
walls tightened around it.
Then Bob let out a few sharp cries, holding her tightly in his arms while his body
jerked. She felt scalding jets of something sticky bursting out of his dickhead into her
cunt. It burned into her like acid. Debbie felt herself finally pushed over the brink. It
felt as if her world were exploding into a million brightly colored pieces. Her cuntal
walls spasmed as her pussy clutched around Bob's dick meat. It held the squirming,
shooting hunk of meat deep inside.
"Cum, cum, cum," Bob crooned in her ear.
"CUUUUUUMMMM!" Debbie cried back in a loud shriek as she felt her cousin's balls
lose their load inside her. He pushed his body down hard and held it there, sealing
them together with the glue spurting out of his cockhead.
The brunette tossed and twitched, raking Bob's back with her long fingernails. At last
the screaming orgasm ripped through her aching snatch. With a mind-blasting force
Debbie's first orgasm exploded with atomic force through her pussy.
"Cummmmmm!" the girl cried again, faintly hearing her voice shouting as she felt
herself losing consciousness.


Chapter 3

"You'll like my father," Bob said, wiping his sweaty forehead with the back of his right
hand. It was a little past one thirty in the afternoon. Bob was standing on the porch
bare-chested. His dirty T-shirt was wrapped around his waist, and a faded red bandanna
was tied around his neck. He had been working out in the fields, supervising several of
the farm laborers. "He should be here today."
Debbie stood behind the screen door, her arms folded protectively over her titties. It
had been three days since the loss of her virginity that hot night. She had barely seen
Bob since. It was as if his interest in her had only been to pop her cherry.
"When is he coming?" she asked, trying to act nonchalant.
"Not sure. I talked with him last night, and he said he'd be down here sometime in the
afternoon.
Jesus, this place's a lot of work. I don't know how you were able to take care of it before
I came down," Bob said a little condescendingly.
"I managed. Besides, Mister Harrington over at the next farm sent some of his men
over to take care of the animals and crops and supervise until you came."
"They take care of anything else?" Bob said slyly. His thick lips curled up into a
sensuous smile while his eyes gleamed mischievously.
But Debbie lost the playfulness of his remark. She felt a shock of shame tear through
her body.
"Bob Hathaway!" she cried, flushing red with horror and embarrassment. "You, of all
people, should know better. How could you?" she asked, hot tears welling up in her
eyes.
Before Bob could explain Debbie had turned on her heels and run through the living
room. She climbed the stairs quickly, sobbing out her humiliation and anger while Bob
tried shouting apologies through the front screen door. When she reached her room,
the young brunette slammed her door behind her and flung herself onto the bed.
"No, no, no," Debbie sobbed into her pillow, curling her fingers into tiny fists and
beating them against the mattress. It was true what her mother had told her. Once a
girl gives in, no man would have respect for her.
Debbie cried herself to sleep, curling her knees up to her titties and losing
consciousness in that protective fetal position.
She had no idea how long she had been asleep when the sound of a car awoke her.
Jerking up in bed, the young brunette swung her legs over the side and slid onto the
floor. Peering through the white curtains hanging over the window, Debbie saw a '78
dark brown Cadillac Seville glide up the drive and stop in front of the house. A man of
about forty, tall, dark-haired, ruggedly handsome, looking somewhat like Bob stepped
out of the car and looked casually around. This, she knew, was her uncle.
If he tells his father, oh God, what'll I do? Debbie thought to herself, backing away
from the window when she saw her uncle look up. The teenager turned around and
looked at herself in the full-length mirror. It was amazing to Debbie that she looked no
more different now than she did before her cherry was popped. There was that same,
sweet gleam of innocence about her face that belied the full-tittied and long-legged
womanliness of her body. And yet how changed both her mind and body were! Would
her uncle notice?
Debbie brushed that idea aside. She would just have to trust Bob. He swore he wouldn't
tell anyone – not even his father. He promised her that evening before she left his bed
and climbed slowly up the stairs with the cum still oozing out from between her
cunnylips.
"Anybody home?" she heard her uncle shout outside.
Debbie brushed her long brown hair back over her shoulders and moved quickly from
her bedroom, down the stairs, and through the cool, dark livingroom to the front door.
"Uncle Jack?" she asked tentatively in a small voice.
"Debbie? My God, my brother never told me he had such an attractive daughter," Jack
said cavalierly. He opened the door and stepped into the home, stretching out his arms
and embracing his niece warmly – a little too warmly, Debbie thought as she struggled
somewhat to free herself.
"Bob's here. He's been helping out in the fields," Debbie said shakily after breaking
away from Jack's arms. She began to wonder if one side of the family was nothing more
than a pack of savage sex fiends.
"He hasn't given you any trouble, has he?" Jack said grandly, raising his thick bushy
eyebrows and staring at her closely.
Debbie cringed inwardly under that examining stare, but managed to keep her outward
cool.
"Oh no. In fact, I haven't even noticed him around. He's really been working hard
outside," Debbie said – she thought – convincingly.
"With a pretty girl like you around, it's a wonder..." Jack began half to himself. Then he
shrugged, waving his hand in front of his face as if to erase the thought. "Doesn't
matter. I've got some things in the car I'll haul in later. Say, you don't mind if I brought
along some of the family pets. I hated to leave them up in San Francisco, and I wasn't
about to spend a fortune to board those mutts."
Debbie smiled, begging her uncle to show her the family "pets."
"Come on out," Jack said friendly, walking back outside. Debbie followed, stopping at
the top of the porch while her uncle swaggered to the car and opened the rear door.
There was an explosion of hair, followed by an eruption of wild barking. Debbie
stepped back a little startled as two large dogs sprang from the rear seat and started
prancing around Jack. The young brunette saw one animal was an Irish Setter. His
long, dark red hair waved in the light breeze while his black eyes rolled excitedly
around in his head. Just behind him was a slightly smaller German Shepherd. Jack
laughed, squatting down on the ground and rough-housing playfully with his animals.
"They look like family," Debbie said, laughing lightly as she watched Jack and his dogs
play.
"Go on. Say hello to Debbie," he said in a half whisper. The animals looked at him
wonderingly, then turned and saw Debbie for the first time. Quickly, they ran up to
her, barking loudly and swishing their stiffened tails back and forth.
"All right, gang, that's enough. We've got work to do," Jack said several minutes later.
"They're beautiful," Debbie cooed, getting up and patting the dogs on the head before
walking back into the house.
"Yes, and moneymakers, too," Jack added.
"Oh, show dogs?"
"Eh? No... not exactly. I'll tell you about it later. Right now I want to go over those
books. I don't think my brother was too much of an accountant, even though he could
run a damn profitable farm."
Debbie opened the file cabinets for him in her father's study and pulled out the ledger
books, excusing herself afterward to make dinner. While she prepared the food, the
young brunette could see certain resemblances between father and son. They were both
certainly good-looking, large-framed, and had an air of sensuous masculinity about
them they wore like a heady perfume. Her uncle, moreover, wasn't one of the over forty
group who allows his mind to sag along with his belly. Jack was quick-witted, alert like
a wild animal, and had a strong, hard body he was obviously proud of. There was the
same dark hair, the same square jaw, and the same burning eyes that made Debbie's
cunny turn to butter.
"No," she said in a half whisper to herself as she mixed the salad. She may have fallen
prey to her cousin, but she couldn't to her uncle. Her father's brother! An argument
might be made in her favor with her cousin. But it was incest if she were to do anything
with her uncle.
Debbie was finishing making the coffee when the back door opened. It was Bob.
"Your father's in the study," Debbie said a little sullenly, keeping her eyes lowered as
Bob passed behind her and gave her a friendly pat on the ass.
Throughout dinner Debbie was quiet, serving the two men while they talked about the
farm. She answered politely but shortly any questions Jack or Bob may have put to her
about the farm. She noticed her uncle occasionally staring curiously at her, then at Bob.
The young brunette could have died with shame when she thought he might suspect
something.
"Why don't you drive out with me to the acreage Bob was working on today. The
books aren't too accurate about the boundaries, and I can't find any maps," Jack said,
pushing back from the table as Debbie cleared off the last few plates.
"Daddy bought that just before he died," her voice dropped and trailed off at the end of
that sentence.
"I'm sorry, honey. But if it wouldn't be too much of an inconvenience..." Jack said,
reaching over and patting her reassuringly on the arm.
Debbie smiled and nodded affirmatively.
"I'll finish up in the barn. Some of those guys your dad hired aren't too bright. Two of
the horses there need shoeing, and neither of the hands there knew it," Bob said,
excusing himself from the table and walking briskly out into the night.
Debbie slid the dishes into the washer, combed back her hair, then walked out with her
uncle to his car. Her ass sank down comfortable into the broad, soft seat as soon as she
got in. The comfort frightened her. It was too much like a bed.
Jack was quiet as he got in, started the big engine, and headed out into the night. He
turned on the air-conditioner, and in seconds the hot mugginess of that August night
was gone.
Debbie was directing him, keeping her hands far away from her uncle as they jounced
slowly down the dirt road to the area he was talking about.
"You just missed the turn," Debbie said, turning around and looking at the side road
leading to the acreage her uncle was supposedly interested in.
When he didn't answer her she jerked her head to look at him. The dash-lights
illuminated his square-cut jaw set in determination. His eyes were glued to the road,
ignoring her. His hands gripped the steering wheel as he guided the new sedan to a
grove of pine trees down the road.
"Where are you taking me?" she asked, managing to keep the tremor out of her voice.
Jack still didn't reply. His eyes were busy following the treacherous curves of the dirt
road as it entered the dark grove.
Debbie glanced between his legs. She could see the outline of a long, hard dick pressing
out against his light brown brush cotton trousers! That outline was crawling up his
belly and looked larger than Bob's. Sensing her looking at it, Jack took one hand off the
steering wheel and started fumbling with his belt and zipper.
"What are you doing, Uncle Jack?" Debbie demanded, still trying to keep her voice
firm.
Her uncle still didn't answer. There was only the sound of the purring engine and the
metallic grating of his zipper going down.
"Stop and let me out," Debbie demanded.
Her eyes raced back to his crotch just as the thick head burst from between the halves
of his opened pants. The young girl felt her heart skip a beat as he pulled his trousers
completely open, freeing the large dick completely. When his cock was fully exposed,
Jack grabbed it with one hand and gave it a squeeze, then reached toward Debbie.
"No," she cried. The girl could feel the slippery coating of cock juice on his palm as his
hand closed over hers.
"You want my cock, honey. I knew that all along," Jack said.
"Don't DO that," she almost shouted. "Leave me alone. Take me back to the house or
let me out here!"
"You want dick," Jack repeated with an air of assurance. "I saw you watching Bob's
dick. I noticed it at dinner tonight."
"I did no such thing!" she cried in humiliation. Debbie felt tears spring to her eyes
while she fumbled for the door handle. Where was that lock? "How can you say
something like that? You're my uncle, my father's brother!"
"Put your hand on my cock, Debbie," he demanded, pulling her hand toward his long,
fat prick.
"No! Leave me alone! Please, please, please," Debbie begged as she struggled against his
grip. It was impossible. The young brunette couldn't break it, nor could she open the
door now. Jack's fingers were twisting her wrist, nearly breaking it as he dragged her
across the wide front seat toward him. Slowly, he pulled her hand toward the pulsing
head of his cock. "Uncle Jack, don't. Please don't make me do that," she whimpered as
she felt her pussy growing hotter and wetter at the same time. Her tits were driving her
crazy. The ache in her nipples grew stronger as he forced her hand closer and closer.
She tried to fight down the feeling. But it grew more intense – more so than it was the
night she let Bob slice her open with his dick.
"Feel my dick! Rub it up. Find out what a good piece of meat I'm gonna give you," he
whispered thickly, smiling at her as he spread his knees apart.
"Oh God, no!"
"Come on. You know you want it. You want every inch. You want that big, fat, slippery
cock in your mouth. You want to lick it off and get some jizz down your throat. Go on,
touch it."
The words burned into Debbie's soul. No one, not even Bob, talked to her like that. To
think she'd want that big thing in her mouth – ugh! But if that idea was so repulsive,
why was her pussy throbbing so wildly? Why were her panties being soaked down with
frothy pussy juice leaking from between her swelling pussylips?
"You don't know what you're saying. Please, just turn around and forget about this.
Please, Uncle Jack," Debbie pleaded. She was almost ready to stop fighting him. Her
fingers were poised to wrap around his thick dick when she felt the car slow down. His
hand dropped from hers and went back to the steering wheel. Debbie let out a sigh of
relief.
The girl's hope was dashed when the car crept deeper into the woods then stopped. Jack
turned off the engine and looked hotly at her. Debbie sat in terror. "No. No, you can't,"
she panted as she felt his hand wrap over hers again.
"Yes I can," he whispered, pulling closer to her. Debbie tried to scream, but her throat
was too dry. She thought she would faint as Jack drew her hand once more towards his
burning hot, hard erection...


Chapter 4

"Please," Debbie begged again.
"Please what? Fuck you?" he asked, wrapping his other arm around her as he forced her
hand onto his cockhead.
Debbie felt the hot fleshy head pulse against her palm. Slowly her fingers started to
close around it.
"No, I won't," she said through clenched teeth making one last stand.
"Yes you will," he almost growled. "You took care of my son. You'll take care of me,
baby."
"Did he tell?" Debbie blurted out, horrified.
Jack smiled. It was then the young brunette realized her uncle had only been fishing.
"Not exactly. But I thought something had happened. Besides, my son's not likely to let
a little tight cunt like you get away," he said thickly.
"How can you talk like this to me?" Debbie sobbed out. But it was too late to protest.
She was feeling her body melt under her uncle's sexual insistence. She felt her fingers
wrap around her uncle's cock. The hot flesh throbbed suddenly under her gentle touch.
Thick streams of fuck oil ran down the hard prick, making her palm slippery.
"Christ, get on that prick," Jack sighed, letting out a low moan of pleasure as he relaxed
against the seat. He spread his legs so Debbie could get between them. "I know you
want that dick, honey. Get down on it and take it in your mouth," he whispered,
placing a hand behind her head and pushing her down toward the thick pole sticking
out of his hairy groin.
Debbie felt herself sliding across the seat until she slipped off onto the thickly carpeted
car floor. Jack's hands pulled her around into position between his legs. As he pulled
her forward, the girl felt his slippery hot dickhead brush over her right cheek. Debbie
smelled the hair and sweat of his crotch. The male odor seemed to trigger off something
inside her. She went into heat. The slippery hot tissues of her cunny cramped into tiny
knots.
She spread her legs and sprawled forward.
Debbie felt Jack's knees press into her pulpy tits. She let out a soft moan as her head
bent forward. Her mouth opened. The full lips pulled back as if she were going to get a
kiss. Jack's hands moved around her neck, guiding her face down. Slowly she sank until
the heat of his cock brushed against her lips. Almost immediately her mouth opened
wide. At the same time Jack pulled her down further, sliding his dick deep inside.
Debbie felt his salty prick brush over her tongue.
She had never felt anything that big in her mouth before. Almost at once his fat cock
filled her mouth. The thick pre-cum bubbled out of his cockhead into her throat. The
salty taste made her swallow until her mouth and throat were coated with a thick film
of fuck oil.
"Ohhh, baby, give me some head!" Jack moaned. He twisted his hips back and forth,
making his dick ream out the girl's mouth. Debbie moved her knees further apart,
feeling the woolly, scratchy sensation of the carpet brush against her bare flesh. Oh
God, how she wanted to pull her briefs and panties down and start fingering herself off!
The young brunette felt her uncle's throbbing dick brush over the inside of her cheeks,
making them bulge out as if she were blowing up a balloon. Her tongue started
working around the dick, flicking at the sensitive underside, sliding back and forth
across the ridge running along the full length of her uncle's eleven-incher.
"Lick it, tongue it, suck on it, baby," her uncle said. He centered his cock in the middle
of Debbie's mouth and slowly pulled her head forward and down.
The young girl felt the pulpy head pushing back over her tongue, going farther and
farther toward the back of her mouth. Debbie took a deep breath and let Jack push his
cock into her throat. It almost felt like swimming underwater. She held her breath and
dived deeper, taking his rod all the way until her head was tight against his groin.
"Ohhh, suck me off," Jack groaned. He rotated his hips, making his prick twist in her
throat. His hands held her tightly against his crotch as he hunched his meat into her.
Debbie wanted to keep his dick in her. She found she enjoyed the sensation of the long,
fat-headed cock inside her mouth. She Wrapped both hands around his hips and pulled
herself tightly against him. She let her uncle fuck her as hard as he wanted to in her
mouth. She felt his strong leg muscles catch her tightly. The two of them rocked back
and forth until she began to gag for breath. Slowly Jack let her go.
Debbie let her head slide up until the bulge of his dick slipped from her throat. She
sucked in air through her nose, keeping his prick in her mouth. Her tongue lashed over
it, making the long, thick prong throb as if it were about to spew out its load any
second.
"Get naked, honey. I wanna feel your tits against my legs. You give good head," he
added. "Take off my pants and rub my balls for me."
Debbie stayed on the floor. She didn't think or protest anymore. What she was doing
she liked. As long as she was being forced into it, Debbie could – at least for the time
being – relax and enjoy it. Her hands obediently worked on her uncle's square brass
belt buckle. As it loosened Jack lifted his ass and let Debbie pull his pants down over
his hairy cheeks.
"Take 'em all the way off," he instructed his niece. "Get my shoes off, too. Strip me
down."
Debbie worked quickly, ripping off his loafers and pulling his trousers down over his
thighs and calves. Her hands tickled over the thick curly mat of hair covering his legs
until her fingers found their way to his fat nuts. They lay in a loose sac, stuck to the
sides of his sweaty thighs. Carefully she pulled them away from his legs so they could
dangle down toward the seat. Cuddling them in her right hand she began to gently tug
and squeeze them.
"Ohhh, yeah! Feels good. Hold up your arms. I want that fuckin' halter off a you," he
said, leaning down and pulling the bra-like piece of clothing up.
Debbie felt her titties rise from the pressure. The snap gave way and the halter moved
easily up and away. As her jugs swayed down the girl moaned with pleasure.
"Better. Come up against my legs now."
Jack reached down and cupped her big titties in his hands, pushing his fingers deep into
their soft flesh. He caught the ends between his thumb and forefinger and started to
squeeze.
"Ohhh!" Debbie moaned, throwing her head back and arching her body between the
grip of his thighs. Her titties lifted up high, settling into his hands. They seemed to be
begging to be rubbed.
"Better, honey. Get in and get it on," Jack hissed as he felt her twisting between his
legs. He increased the pressure on her nipples, squeezing them cruelly until the
brunette thought he would tear them off. Debbie could feel the hard ends begin to
throb. He was crushing them like berries.
"Nooo," she pleaded, grabbing Jack around the waist and laying her head down on his
cock.
"Too much for you? I'll stop if you make me feel real good."
Debbie sank lower onto his body as she felt his hands caressing her naked back. Her
cheeks rested on the hairy, hard muscles of his belly while her titties sank onto either
side of his prong.
"Lie there, I'll do it," Jack said as his niece desperately clutched his body.
Debbie felt his hands move in from the side, pushing her jugs toward the center until
his dick was nestled in their soft embrace. He didn't stop until the hard, red tips of both
tits were pressing into the head of his prong. A soft oil worked over them while his
body hunched into the valley between Debbie's jugs. The titty-tips and the top of his
cock scraped against one another, sending chills of pleasure through both Jack and
Debbie. The tight pressure of his hands holding her boobs in place and the constant
shoving of his cockhead against her nipples had Debbie moaning and grabbing
helplessly onto her uncle's body.
"All right, man!" Jack cried. "Shit, I could fuck your titties all night. Did Bob do the
same thing? Is the old man better?" he said between his teeth.
Debbie couldn't answer. Her cunt was on fire!
"I could shoot my cum in your mouth. Honey, you've got too much to give a guy. I
wish to hell we were in bed. Now it's time to play something else. Crawl over the seat
and get in back. I'll pull your shorts off while you're doing it. Keep your panties on. I'll
take care of them when I get back there with you."
Debbie felt herself being pulled up from her kneeling position. When she was on the
seat her uncle snuggled under her, running his tongue up her naked belly and straight
into the valley between her hanging, taut tits. She felt his tongue slurping up into the
pool of cock juice he had left there. Then she exploded into exquisite agony when his
teeth bit into the hard, half-inch long nipples. She felt Jack's mouth sucking onto the
hot mounds of flesh as if he were going to suck milk from her. His front teeth bit
gently in, trying to get a tight hold on her while his rough tongue lashed over the tight
surfaces of her nipples.
"Jesus, get in the back seat before I shoot," he warned. Jack slipped his head free of his
niece's tits and worked on her shorts. As Debbie slid over the seat, she felt her briefs
pull off her hips as if she were shedding a skin. She half fell, half crawled onto the wide
long rear seat.
No sooner had she stretched out onto her back than she felt Jack's naked weight settle
onto her. She melted onto his body, forgetting for the moment he was her uncle forcing
her to commit this act of incest. The young teenager could feel the hardness of his cock
pushing into her cuntal mound. Only the delicate silk of her panties kept him from
sliding that long, fat sausage into her body.
"Pull your legs up," Jack said when they were both warmed up.
As he knelt between her legs, Debbie lifted them. She gave him room to pull the
panties over her young, full ass. She felt them being yanked off fast, and then she was
free. She stretched her legs widely apart, throwing them into the air. Jack pushed his
head between her white, smooth thighs, nuzzling his mouth and nose through the tight
curls on her snatch. He opened his mouth wide, blowing softly into her wet slit.
"Ahhhhhh," Debbie moaned. She felt his mouth close over her pussy. Jack took the
whole thing inside. His teeth sank into the fleshy lips while his tongue stuck into her
hole as if it were a cock. He sucked onto her like a leech, eating her cunny until Debbie
was trembling and moaning, twisting her ass up to his face. Her legs scissored over his
head, trapping her uncle tightly against her body. She felt his rough tongue sanding
over her throbbing clitty shaft until she thought she would cum in his mouth.
"Feel my dick," he ordered, pulling away. "Put your hand on it and feel what you're
gonna get."
Jack grabbed his niece's hand and brought it down to the hard inches of meat between
his legs.
Debbie clutched his dork, trying to draw it down between her legs. Her ass wiggled up
higher as she positioned herself for the stroke that would put the swollen meaty shaft
up into her snatch. Her tits, cunt and ass were pulsing with tension. She could feel her
fat, juicy cuntlips spring open. Her hand worked up and down the long, thick shaft of
her uncle's dick.
"Lie still and let me fuck you, damn it!" Jack growled.
Debbie stopped moving and lay quietly back on the seat. She kept her eyes closed and
her legs spread. She kept her ass flat against the seat, but her head rolled from side to
side as she felt her body being forced open by her uncle's hard cock. She felt it sink into
her flesh, pushing at the walls of her cunt. It was burying itself in the hot bubbly juices
of her pussy. She could hear it slurping its way in, frying in her hot pussy oil, getting
ready to ram down hard.
"Ohhh, yeahhh, good pussy," Jack groaned as he kept pushing his cock in. He was
closer and closer to the base. Their bodies were almost touching. His body hair tickled
over Debbie's flesh. His breath was coming in irregular pants. Sweat dripped off his
forehead and from under his arms. As he shoved the last inch into her, Jack let out a
sigh of relief and twisted his groin around on the soft lips of her pussy. Then he settled
on his niece's body and pushed hard between her legs.
Debbie felt his long rod throbbing in her cunt, beating out a crazy rhythm. Her cunt
walls squeezed tightly around it, holding it in a silky, oiled trap. As her uncle's weight
settled between her legs she felt her clitty being crushed, mashed into her pelvis by the
hard length of her uncle's throbbing cock.
"Ohhh, please do it. Fuck, fuck, FUCKKK," she pleaded when she couldn't take the
weight any more.
"I knew I'd have you begging for it. I saw it in your eyes this afternoon. I saw the way
you kept staring at my crotch, the way you looked at my son. I know a goddamned slut
when I see one."
The words echoed in Debbie's ear, but they brought no shame. She could only think of
that wonderful stuffed feeling in her pulsing pussy. Jack pushed his ass up high, getting
his cock into position for the downstroke. He held it there for a while, then shoved
downward violently. His cock traveled like a red hot rod through a tub of butter.
Debbie felt him throwing his meat into her with the same skill as his son. Her pussy
grew hot under his constant attack. Her cunny boiled with juice and heat, and her clit
was rubbed up to an explosive climax. Deep in her body, her womb was beginning to
spasm crazily.
"In, in, in," Debbie moaned. She was filled with dick, stuffed up with her uncle's meat
from her cuntlips to her belly. Her ass quivered with sensation as if it were full of
cockmeat, too. She felt Jack's prick tighten into an iron weapon. She knew it meant the
end of his control. In a few more strokes he'd be shooting out his jizz and flooding her
body with that jizz.
"Please, don't. Not yet, Oh God, don't cum yet. Please, I'm not ready," the young
brunette pleaded.
"Don't move or I'll shoot off," Jack warned immediately.
They lay panting for a few seconds until he regained control of himself.
"Are you close?" he asked after he had caught his breath.
"Yes, oh yes, but I need some more. Please, slow, slow," the young teenager begged.
"Some fuckin' virgin," her uncle commented. "Too bad Bob isn't along. Then we could
make it a threesome," he muttered. "Then he could shove a damned load down your
throat or up your ass while your cunt gets it."
Jack rammed his dick again, moving it back and forth, in and out faster and faster into
her pussy. His balls were so full of cum they ached. He started to moan as he felt his
cum bubbling up.
Debbie lay like a speared fish on the seat, twitching and jerking spastically as her cum
began. Her eyelids fluttered while her eyeballs rolled up in her head. The girl clawed at
her uncle's back, raking his flesh with her fingernails while the balls of her feet beat
against Jack's hunching ass. The girl could only think that she was being fucked by the
biggest cock in the world.
"Ohhh, I'm gonna cum!" Debbie cried. Her long brown hair stuck to her damp
forehead. A string of drool leaked from one corner of her mouth while her titties rolled
together, then slipped apart from the jerking motions of both her cumming and her
uncle's frantic screwing.
"Baby, gonna, gonna... oh, ohhhh FUCK!" Jack cried. He slammed his body into
Debbie's and lay there quivering. He sent stream after stream of hot jizz deep into her
tight cunny. He jerked all over, pushing the girl deep into the seat cushion.
Debbie felt his load jet out and burn its way into her pussy. His cockhead squeezed
tight, throwing out wads of cum in thick, fast jerks. It went up into her pussy and ate
into the walls until they were squishy with his fuck juice. Then the brunette felt her
own orgasm peak. Her cunny squeezed tight, clutching the exploding dick as her body
blew apart.
"Ohhhh!" Debbie shrieked as she felt herself come unglued. Her hands fastened around
Jack's back as she felt the final throbbing of his cock spit out another load into her juicy
hot hole. She exploded and collapsed exhausted from the workout and the climax.
"Good fucking, Debbie. Good head, good everything," Jack murmured as he lay resting
on top of her.
Oh God, I did it again. Why? Why? Why? she asked herself. And my own uncle!
"Better be getting back," Jack said, pulling up and about to crawl back to the front seat.
"And don't worry. I won't tell Bob," he said, turning around and flashing a brilliant
smile at the prone girl.
Debbie tried to smile back. But something told her the beginning of a nightmare was
just around the corner.


Chapter 5

Debbie sat alone in her bedroom the next evening, her back pressed against the
headboard and her legs drawn up tightly against her chest. She was thinking, thinking
of what had happened to her. Fucked by father and son, uncle and cousin! And all this
on her parents' farm! She should have been horrified. She should have run away the
first night a cock had wormed its way into her virgin, tight pink pussy. But something
kept her riveted to that place.
She started crying again. What was horrible to her was that she wanted to see them
both. She wanted to see Bob or her uncle again. She needed them. Her body was on
fire, so hot she couldn't keep the memory of her two fuckings out of her mind. She sat
there in the darkness knowing what she wanted and what she needed. No, she wouldn't
do that again. It was horrible, filthy, perverted to do such things with members of your
own family.
Sighing deeply the young brunette pushed her legs forward and slid down onto the bed.
She was still wearing her short-sleeved shirt and skirt from that day. It was late – nearly
twelve o'clock. Below she could hear her uncle and cousin moving about. They were
getting ready to leave – or at least Bob was. He had to drive back up to San Francisco
to check on his college classes. That would leave Debbie alone with her uncle for
several days. That thought sent chills of terror and excitement through her.
"Oh God," the girl sighed, putting one hand over her eyes and drifting off to sleep. The
situation was too complicated for her to think about now. Maybe in the morning she
would find some answer.
Debbie drifted off to sleep quickly. She dreamed of cock-faceless men chasing her, their
long, hard, cum-dripping pricks shooting out wads of jizz. And Debbie was swimming
in a sea of cum, swallowing it, feeling it burn into her asshole and pussy.
The young brunette awoke with a jerk just as she felt something spread her pussylips
apart. The lights were on in her bedroom. Blinking and squinting in the blinding light,
Debbie saw father and son – Jack and Bob standing in front of her bed. Jack's hand
was the one she had felt in her dream caressing her cuntal mound.
"You said you wouldn't tell!" Debbie cried, jerking back from the offending hand. She
scooted up on the bed until her back hit the headboard hard.
Both men laughed, father winking at son.
"We share most everything. I told him what happened in the car. He figured I was
taking you out for a fuck. Now you can have both of us at one crack – so to speak,"
Jack said, moving back up to her.
Debbie looked at them horrified, then slid off the bed and ran toward the door. She
wasn't a piece of meat to be used, then thrown away. No, no, she wouldn't do anything
with them. No, she couldn't!
Jack darted in front of the door blocking her escape. Debbie reached up for her throat,
slowly backing away and sobbing in terror. He rubbed one hand down between his
spread legs. Debbie darted a look. His cock was showing long and thick as it ran almost
to the top of his low-cut trousers. It was the same dick that had nearly split her open a
few hours before. A hot flash rushed through her body. Her clit pushed to the top of
her cunt while her pussylips began to swell. How could she be feeling something like
this when they were going to humiliate her so?
"Maybe we'll teach her a few new things, dad. She fucks like a mink when she gets hot.
Hell, we could fuck her all night if we wanted to!"
Debbie looked at them dumbly. Their broad chests and shoulders sent an itching lust
creeping through her cunt. Her eyes widened as Jack started to unzip his pants. Bob
followed suit.
"I think you told me she gave pretty good head in the car, right, Dad?" he asked his
father as he pulled the long thick shaft of his cock free.
"Right, Son. She was good when I got her started. It really got to me the way she kept
begging me not to do anything to her. I was so hot I almost shot my rocks off before I
got off the road. The way she was carrying on, I'd have sworn she was a virgin!"
"That was my break, Dad," Bob said, smiling triumphantly. "Her pussy's good and
tight, although I'll bet it's a hellofa lot looser after you got ahold of her with that," Bob
said, looking down at his father's dick.
"I think she'll get goin' with the two of us," Jack said as he started working on his
pants.
"She's hot. There's no doubt about that, man," Bob said.
Debbie stared as her cousin stripped naked. One look at his spread legs was enough to
reveal his dangling balls and his long, hard, throbbing rod. She remembered in a flash
how her cunny hurt when Bob drove that prong into her. Now he could go in and out
of her without any problem. Now Debbie was ready for either of them. Her pussy was
red and puffy. Her cunt was hot and juicy, ready for the dicks she saw on the two studs
walking towards her.
"Let me hear you beg, Debbie," her uncle demanded. "I want my son to hear your little
routine."
"No, no, no," Debbie whispered as she backed away. She'd really meant it that night
when she begged her uncle not to try anything with her. He was using that against her,
making Bob think she only pleaded to make the following sex more exciting. Quickly,
she made one last effort to escape.
"Stop her," Bob shouted.
Jack blocked the door again, his cock swinging out toward her.
"Come on, we'll get going now."
"Noooo," Debbie moaned. Her body exploded into heat as she felt Bob catch her in his
strong arms and pull her into his body. She could feel the rock hard dick pressing into
her ass. While he held her she could feel him hunching slowly into her, sliding his dick
into her plump asscheeks as if he were trying to get into her asshole.
"Let's see how hot she is," Jack said, stepping in front of her.
Debbie saw his arm flash out and down. Then there was a tugging on her skirt. Before
she knew what he had done she felt his hand rubbing over her thighs, heading for her
pussy.
"Ohhh," she moaned.
"Hey, hear that, Dad? I can't tell if she's really scared or hot."
"Sounds hot to me," Jack answered. "Let's see.
"Don't, don't," Debbie begged, clenching her legs together tightly. She trapped her
uncle's big hand between her knees and cunny.
"Woo-wee, that's some grip. I'll have to check the rest of her out," her uncle said,
inching his fingers up toward her pussy. Her body burned with his touch. The
sensation of Bob's arms holding her from behind added to the tight, hot, tingling
sensation burning her cunt. The feel of a dick pressing into her ass made her push back
into him.
"Hey, Dad. She's pushing away from your hand and it's gonna make me cum all over
her ass."
Instantly Debbie reversed directions. She was hunching now onto her uncle's hand as
he moved it up her legs.
"We've got a good thing going, Son. Now she's shoving forward onto my hand like she
wanted it up her cunt. That's just what I'm gonna give her now."
Debbie pumped her ass backward and forward as if she were trying to get away from
them. With each movement she let Jack slide his hand a little closer to her cunt. The
juice was running so thickly from her hot hole it was coating her hair and starting to
seep down her legs.
"Hey, Son, I just ran into something wet and slippery. I think it's cunt juice. Debbie,
you've got to really be hot if you've got it coming out of you that way!"
Bob circled her with one hand and began squeezing her tits.
Debbie felt her nipples mash in. The pain from that move mixed with the throbs and
pulses from her stiff nipples. An agonizing, delicious sexual rhythm began in her titties,
mixing with the pulsing in her swampy cunt. The strength and broadness of Bob's
muscles made her want to rub her titties into his fingers. But she held still, letting him
manipulate her boobs instead.
"Oh, God, please, help me," the girl cried. She closed her eyelids tightly. Tears rolled
down her flushed cheeks as the two men let their hands wander obscenely over her
body. How could she be letting them do this to her? "Oh, OHHH!" Debbie suddenly
moaned. She felt Jack's fingers slip into her hot pussy. The feel of two of them gliding
past her bloated lips was enough to make her beg for her uncle's and cousin's cocks.
Instead she wriggled around as if she were trying to get away.
"Hot and wet, hot enough to barbecue our dicks," Jack said, pulling his hand out.
"Have a sniff, Son." He offered his fingers up to Bob's nose.
"Ohhh, man. Pussy!" the young man cried. "Give her a sniff of her own stuff."
Debbie felt his fingers press under her nose and the aroma of her cunt seeped in. She
took a deep breath, then twisted in Bob's tight grip once more. She was so hot by now
she wanted to kneel down on the floor and swing on the first hard dick she found.
"Think she'd like a smell of my dick," Bob said, still holding on to her. She could feel
his hand working between his cock and her ass. Then it moved around and clamped
over her nose.
"UMMMGHH!" Debbie cried, trying to pull her face away from the pungent-smelling
fingers as they worked hungrily over her nose. She inhaled sharply, the rich odor of hot
cock shooting up her nostrils and making her cunny throb and juice even more than
before.
Then, suddenly, she was propelled back into the bedroom. While Bob kept his hand
clamped over her mouth she felt her uncle unzip her skirt and pull it down over her
ass. As her naked hips slipped across Bob's cock she felt him hunch into her, trying to
slip his dick between her legs. Shifting slightly, she let his dickhead work between her
soft thighs and inch in toward her cunt. When he started to twist and grind behind her,
she wriggled back. Quickly his prick worked its way through and was pushing up
toward her slippery cunny lips.
"Noooo," she moaned as the thick head suddenly moved up to her hole and pushed in.
Bob grunted from behind her, grinding his hips convulsively. Hunching forward as
strongly as he could he got his dickshaft two inches into her cunt. Gripping her hard
around the waist he began to fuck her doggie style. His thick rod shoved between her
pussylips in short jerky strokes. He pressed her forward, trying to get her to bend over.
"Nice work, Son, but I thought you wanted her to give you a little head."
"Ahhh, fuck!" Bob cried. He grabbed her tighter, giving a few more hard strokes.
Debbie's hair whipped across her face. She felt her pulse racing as the dickhead reamed
out her cunny. It was rubbing crazily against her clit, pushing it down into the tender
surrounding flesh, rubbing the small spindle until the girl was close to popping off.
"Hold on, Son," Jack said encouragingly.
"Can't stop. Gonna cum!"
Debbie heard his pants and let him bend her forward. As she felt his cock sliding
deeper and deeper into her cunny she fell forward, supporting herself on her hands as
she hit the bed. As soon as she was bent fully over, she felt Bob shove his hairy groin
hard up against her ass and pull into her. Her pussy felt his cockhead slide in on a
thick film of oil and frothy cunny juice. It jerked quickly in and out.
"AHHHH!" Bob cried, digging his fingertips hard into the girl's side until they left
black and blue marks. Debbie cried as she pushed her ass back. She didn't want to let
them know she was turning on that fast. Yet the young girl didn't want her cousin to
cum yet. He was reaching climax too quickly. She was close, but needed more time
before she could pop off.
"Now, now, gonna, oh fuckin' shit, gonna shoooot NOW!" Brad cried. He pushed his
rod as far up Debbie's pussy as he could get it. His nuts cut loose, pumping thick
creamy knots of cum into the fluttering recesses of his cousin's cunt.
Debbie felt him start to shoot and tried to cum with him. But it was too early.
Desperately the young brunette dipped down, wriggling her ass, rubbing her clitty shaft
against the cum-firing dickshaft. But all she could do was hunch back into his shooting
cock and take his load deep in her. Her pussy wrapped tightly around the thick rod and
worked all the hot jizz out of it. Her clit was simmering halfway to a climax. But there
was still a long way to go before her orgasm.
Debbie felt Bob shudder against her back and start to fall forward. He caught himself,
pushed back and rubbed her ass gently with the tips of his fingers. He was stretching,
inhaling deeply and drinking in the warm glow settling over his softening cock.
"Too much. I haven't fucked doggie style like this for a long time. Debbie, you're too
damned good. And I swear, Dad, she's been doing this for only a few days."
"She learns fast, Son. Let's get her blouse off. I want to suck on her tits while I fuck
her."
"No, enough, no," Debbie panted as she felt Bob loosen her grip.
"I'll hold her. You get her blouse off," Bob said to his father. "She's still hot, I can tell
you, Dad, but she still wants to play the outraged vestal virgin."
"Whatever game she wants, she can have. But I'm going to take her cunt."
Debbie maneuvered so Jack could get her blouse off without too much trouble. Her tits
were ready for his sucking, and her cunt was hot for more cockmeat. The sweet smell of
fucking hung like a thick perfume in the room. The scent of sweat, cum and cunt juice
was like a tonic on her body. She could feel the hardness of Jack's body pressing into
her as he clutched her against his naked body. She threw her arms carelessly around his
neck and rubbed her titties into his chest. She could feel his cock pushing up against
her body just a few inches above her running cunt.
Quickly Jack shoved his mouth down onto hers, shoving his tongue into her throat
while he pushed her backward on the bed. He lowered her gently. Then, without
waiting, he pushed her legs apart and crawled between them. Debbie could feel his
cockhead jabbing for her cunt. When it found the curl cunt hair her uncle shoved
forward harder and worked right into her pussy. She felt his shaft hit the load of cum
from Bob's dick and slide in quickly. The thickness and hardness thrilled her tender
pussy walls. He was fucking her like a pro, reaming her out, getting her hot enough to
hunch back onto him.
"Want me to stop now, Debbie? Want to stop fucking?" Jack taunted.
"Noooooo," the girl cried. "Fuck me! Oh God in heaven, FUCK MEEEE," she sobbed
in his ears as her hands flew around his neck and pulled him down tightly onto her
body.
"Take it, Debbie. Take my cock. Fuck in, honey. Fuck it, get my cum!" he grunted
obscenely in her ear as he shoved his rod deep into her fuckhole. His tight-skinned rod
slid in on a film of his son's mixed with Debbie's pussy juice. His own fuck oil was
running thick, slicking down his shaft and greasing down the thick head of his prong.
His hairy ass shoved down quickly, feeding his meat in and out of his niece's cunt as he
could make it.
Debbie could smell his pussy-soaked dick all the way from where it was. Then the girl
realized Bob was laying on the bed next to them. It was his cock nearly dangling over
her lips that she smelled. As she felt Jack shoving his cock deep into her body she
turned her head and opened her mouth wide.
Bob smiled and moved forward, shoving his stiffening cock with one long stroke.
"Suck it hard again, Deb," Bob grunted.
Debbie tasted his cum. It washed down her throat. The salty, bleachy liquid oozed
down her throat, making her hunch up wildly to Jack's thrusts. Her cunt was flaming
with lust. While she sucked on the son, she felt the father going crazy while he watched
them. Debbie felt Bob's dick getting longer, thicker and hotter. She grabbed tightly onto
Jack, holding him down while he shoved his dick frantically into her cunt.
Then Bob's father started breathing irregularly. His strokes got longer, deeper, and
slower. Debbie tightened up her sheath more, squeezing Jack's dick still more. She
could feel the head as it worked its way down her juicy hole. And then the tremors
began down deep in her pussy, rippling quickly up to her clitty. It was the cum she'd
been waiting for, the cum of the century!
"Shit, Dad, I'm cummin' again!" Bob cried, closing his eyelids tightly while he gripped
Debbie's head hard in both hands and drove it like a hammer against his groin.
The brunette opened her mouth and gasped for air. She felt a load of jizz blast into her
mouth, oozing down her throat to her belly. And then when Jack announced he was
cumming, the girl felt her hot, sore, stretched pussy explode. Her orgasm came on so
strong she almost passed out. Her clit throbbed and beat until she thought her heart
would stop. As cum shot into her snatch, the girl swallowed her cousin's hot load.
Finally they all lay still.
"Un-fuckin'-believable," Bob panted, reaching down and stroking Debbie's tangled
brown hair.
"Yes, yes," Jack said, still on top of the girl and smiling strangely down at her.


Chapter 6

Debbie avoided her cousin and her uncle for the rest of their stay. After the multiple
fucking scene in her bedroom that evening, the young brunette worried about what she
was becoming. She couldn't control her desires. Every second of her waking day she
was thinking about her cousin's dick, or wondering how her uncle's cock would feel
stuffed up her ass. Those weren't proper thoughts for anyone, and especially the
respectable daughter of a deceased wealthy farmer. No, she would have to run away or
tell her uncle she couldn't play his games any more.
But the thought of not having his cock to play with the thought of not having her
cousin Bob's balls to feel pressing against her chin while she wrapped her lips around
his...
"Oh, my God!" Debbie cried, covering her face with her small hands and digging the
fingertips hard into her forehead. She felt a bolt of shame sear her through to her soul.
What had she become? She was only seventeen and already she was thinking like an
experienced nymphomaniac.
Getting up from her bed the pretty brunette paced her bedroom, stumbling blindly into
the furniture, moaning occasionally as she fought with the shame and humiliation only
now beginning to settle on her mind.
At least Bob won't be a problem, she thought to herself, stopping by the window and
looking through the flimsy curtains onto the yard below. He had left this afternoon for
a brief trip to his college. One man she might manage to handle. Besides, she had a
feeling her uncle was getting tired of her. He'd left with his son, although he said he
was going into town for a beer and a little fun.
The brunette sat down on the bed and thought of her life, how far it had gone and
where it might be leading her. She sat in the darkness this way for several minutes.
Gradually Debbie was aware of some movement in the kitchen below. At first she
thought it might be her uncle coming in early. She hadn't heard his car, but she'd been
deep in thought and possibly could have missed it.
"Who's there?" she called out nervously.
The movement stopped. Then there was the sound of rapidly pattering feet on the
stairs. Debbie stood up, reaching over and flicking on her night light. At that moment
she saw the large Irish Setter prance into the room, his long tail sticking straight up in
the air.
"Ohh, there you are," Debbie cooed. She'd almost forgotten about the dogs, the only
things around here that seemed to be friendly without wanting something sexual in
return.
Stretching out her arms the young brunette invited the Setter forward. He barked
several times, pricked his ears forward and moved up to the girl cautiously.
"It's okay, boy. I sure wish I knew your name, but Uncle Jack didn't tell me," Debbie
said softly, wrapping her arms around the dog's thick neck and stroking his long, silky
red hair. She could feel his warm, wet breath blowing against her arms and titties.
Strangely the girl began to feel herself responding to that warmth.
"That's enough for you, boy. I think you'd better get down and wait for your master,"
Debbie said, pushing the big dog off her lap. But he didn't leave the room, preferring to
squat in front of her, his nose pointed up and his black nostrils twitching. He'd picked
up the scent of the young girl's cunny.
"No, bad, bad!" Debbie said, her fingers growing icy with fear and excitement as the big
Setter started nuzzling her thighs. He moved his nose in between her legs, pushing
them apart and shoving his large head forward toward the crotch panel of her shorts.
"No, don't," Debbie cried more earnestly, beginning to realize the dog was after her
rumbling pussy.
Fearing the worst the young brunette curled her legs under her and scooted onto the
bed. But the Setter was growing more determined. Letting out a frustrated yelp he
jumped onto the bed as well, moving quickly between Debbie's spread legs and
nuzzling her silky bare thighs again.
"No, NOO!" the girl groaned, snapping her legs together and rolling over onto her
belly. The Setter followed, stretching out his front paws and trying to keep his intended
victim from moving around too much.
Debbie crawled off the bed and headed for the door. But the Setter was behind her,
barking and panting, his tail waving jerkily back and forth and his cock beginning to
stiffen and edge out of its furry sheath.
"Oh please, God, not this," the girl sobbed, stopping by the doorframe and holding
onto the wooden molding. The Setter was nuzzling her calves, slobbering his tongue
over her crawling flesh. The young girl felt a strange hot wetness radiation over her
cunny mound. This was a dog – a goddamned dog, and yet his licking was turning her
on. Debbie felt her knees begin to buckle while her titties were swelling in the confines
of her halter. Her clitty shaft was growing stiff, beating out that familiar rhythm of
sexual excitement. Already the brunette could feel her fuck slit beginning to grow hot,
tight and wet. The pussy muscles were cramping, forcing her snatch lips to wink open,
then snap shut on thin air. That same lush, swampy feeling she'd felt with her cousin
and uncle took over her again.
"Ohhh," Debbie cried, pushing herself away from the doorframe and stumbling over
her own feet down the hall. She had to get away – to the bathroom, the attic,
somewhere where she could get away from the dog.
But the Setter was persistent, following her down the hall, getting between her legs,
licking her trembling flesh and barking angrily at the young fleeing girl. When she
reached the door leading to the bathroom Debbie lifted one leg and kicked back at the
big dog. But the Setter ducked, moving around the front to take advantage of Debbie's
temporary imbalance. He pushed forward and knocked the brunette back from the
bath. With a cry of surprise and terror the young teenager fell with a thud to the floor.
"Oh, no, no, no," she cried, trying to roll over on her belly. But the dog was fast,
moving around and holding her pinned to the floor with his forelegs while he growled
menacingly at her.
In the semi-darkness he looked like something escaped from hell. His large brown eyes
seemed to glow in the dark while his teeth glowed white like two rows of airport
landing lights. She felt his breath on her bare tummy. She felt his sharp toenails digging
into the flesh of her upper thighs. Was he going to rip her to shreds? The girl felt a
thrill of terrified excitement when the Setter lowered his head to her crotch panel
instead, nuzzling the stiff material, then lifting his head again and staring dumbly at the
girl.
Debbie moaned. The pressure of the dog's nose drove folds of her silken panties into
her hot hole. Oh God, if only she could find the strength to roll away. But her body
seemed oddly heavy. Every move was an effort. It seemed so much easier just to lay
there and wait for the dog to make his next move.
Then the Setter moved down slightly, opening his mouth and turning his head. Debbie
felt a tug at her briefs, then realized the dog was trying to rip off her briefs.
"No, don't, bad dog," Debbie cried, pulling herself up from the floor and trying to slap
the animal away. But he ducked, still tugging at the left leg of her shorts. Debbie
watched in horror as his tail swished from left to right. His growling increased. Then
there was the sound of ripping material. The girl cried out as half her briefs disappeared
from her body.
"Ohhh," Debbie cried in earnest terror now. She rolled onto her belly and started
crawling into the bathroom. The dog was mad. He'd kill her!
But the Setter again was faster. He jumped onto her ass, growling and nuzzling her
buns with his snout. The pressure of his cold nose against her panty-covered ass made
Debbie cry out with delight once more. The Setter snapped and succeeded in making
his victim roll over. It was then he began his licking spree, slathering her inner thighs
with his long, pink sandy wet tongue.
A lush heat spread over her cunt and belly. Debbie groaned, rolling her head from side
to side. She moved her hands up to her halter and squeezed her enclosed titties. Oh,
how strange it felt to have that hotness and coolness at the same time spreading over
her cunny. The heat came from her own sexual furnace, stoked to an explosive heat by
the animal's consistent licking. The coolness came from the evaporating of the dog's
spittle as more and more animal saliva dripped onto her panties, soaking them against
the red puffy labes.
The Setter growled again, moving his snout directly over the girl's pussy. He licked at
the thin crotch panel, nuzzling and pushing it into a thin rope of nylon that pressed
like a sharpened knife into the girl's wet fuck-slit. Her pussylips were partially exposed
to the animal now.
Debbie dragged her knees up to her belly, feeling them sag apart and give the Setter
more room to lick her off. She rolled her ass slowly from side to side, rocking her body
like a boat in a storm. The Setter tugged at the girl's panties with his teeth while he
occasionally worked at them with his forelegs.
In minutes he had succeeded in ripping the crotch panel to pieces. It hung from either
thigh like a torn battle banner. Debbie's angry red puffy cuntlips glistened with doggie
spittle as the Setter began to work wildly at her pussy.
"Unnnnnn," Debbie moaned. She lifted her head to see what was going on. Her eyes
had grown accustomed to the dark. Even in the dim light she could well see the dog's
head half hidden in the bush of her hairy snatch. She watched his tongue slather in and
out of her hole. He was licking her pussyhairs until they were plastered down against
her hot flesh, all pointing upward, matted down with hot spittle. His tongue was sliding
regularly in between her labes, peeling them back and gliding into her hole to caress the
puffy folds of her cunt.
Debbie sank back onto the floor. Her eyelids fluttered while her fingers clawed at the
cold tile of the bathroom deck. Spittle oozed down from her violated snatch, leaking
into her tight little shitter. She opened her mouth to cry out, but nothing came. It was
as if her vocal chords were paralyzed. Every muscle in her body tensed and pulled as
the dog shoved his snout further and further into her pussy.
"There, there," Debbie cried, jerking her thighs up into the animal's face. The Setter
had accidentally been working on her clitty shaft. Debbie pulled herself up once more
and gazed heavy-lidded at the lapping animal. She rocked her thighs back and forth,
trying to get him to get back to her clit shaft. The sensation of his tongue lapping
regularly over her sex shaft drove her wild.
"Ahhhhh," Debbie cried. The Setter was getting playful, toying with his victim. She
pulled back slightly and turned his head, sinking his criss-crossed teeth lightly into the
bulging tendon between her cunny and upper thigh. That light sensation of pain mixed
deliciously with the growing itchy ache in her twat. Debbie shuddered, squeezing her
asscheeks together to get rid of the cramp racking her butt.
Then the Setter let go, pushing back up to the girl's swampy cunt and slathering it
down with more spit. Debbie luxuriated in the wet feeling of that dog's licking. She
moved her hands down to her belly and started sliding them over her cunny mound.
The Setter licked her fingers, slicking them down before moving back to her snatch.
Debbie dragged her fingers back, leaving streaks of wet spittle on her belly that dried
and gave a cooling sensation to her otherwise wet flesh. Her toes fanned out while her
ass bounced on the bathroom floor.
"No, no, it's not right," the girl cried through the thick red fog. But it was too late. Her
body was writhing under the animal's expert licking. Her bit titties bounced and jiggled
in the confines of her halter. She cried over and over again for the animal to let her
alone. But he wasn't about to let something this hot go from under him until he had
been satisfied.
When Debbie heard his growling grow deeper and more desperate she opened her eyes
and saw a blood-heavy log between the Setter's powerful legs sway lazily back and forth.
The big dog dropped his head again, this time slathering down her lower belly with his
big tongue.
Debbie cried out, feeling that hot rough thing sand across her chest and edge up to her
enclosed titties. He was working on her navel, then back to her cunny, only to go up to
her encased boobs again.
"Oh, OH, OHHH!" Debbie groaned. She was heated up like a bitch dog in rut. His
tongue sloshed noisily in and out of her fuck-slit, lapping at the glistening tender
surfaces.
"OW!" the girl cried sharply. His toenails were digging hard into her thighs. And he
was sticking his long snout further up and down the flooded slick cuntal folds. She
could feel the short stubby hairs around the Setter's nose brushing against her slick
cuntal walls. His black nostrils glistened with her pussy juice while his pink tongue
lolled sloppily over her cunt, parting the hot slit while it bathed her clitty again and
again with his saliva.
The dog's cock was jerking up regularly now. It banged against his underbelly. Clear
drops of pre-cum oozed out of his piss-slit as his whimpers turned into meaningful
growls. The dog let out a high-pitched whine, then climbed back on to Debbie. This
move terrified the girl once more. She raised her hands and tried to push the animal off
her. No, she didn't want to get fucked by a dog! No, she'd rather die than submit to
something as awful and disgusting as that!
"P-please, NO!" Debbie cried. Her clitty was burning like a hot jewel. Every movement
she made seemed to increase the regular beating of her cunny. The big animal was all
over her. She seemed to be swimming in a sea of dog hair, dog cock, dog tongue, dog
spit. His breath blew against her face, against her belly and against her cunny. She felt
something hot and slick brushing against her inner thighs and guessed it was the
Setter's cock.
"NOOOO!" the girl shrieked. Something hot and wet and sticky was spurting regularly
against her right thigh now. The Setter was cumming!
Debbie nearly retched, kicking back with her left leg at the dog while pulling herself
with a great effort into the bathroom. The big dog howled and whined, but was too
taken with his climax to pursue the fleeing girl.
And yet Debbie couldn't shake off the slow, agonizing climax she felt coming on.
Stretching herself on the floor once again she let the orgasm sweep over her like a tidal
wave. It wasn't the same as it would be with a cock in her. The brunette wished she
could have something inside her cunny now. But still there was no cousin or uncle to
berate her and make her feel immediately guilty. She closed her eyes and let it happen.
A million brightly colored lights seemed to be popping off in front of her as wave after
gentle wave swept over her aching pussy. Somewhere in the background Debbie heard
the dog still growling and whimpering with his climax.
Good, she thought, curling the corners of her small pretty mouth up into a smile. She
was glad he was happy, glad she was happy. Everything in the world seemed to be
beautiful as a warm glow settled over her mind and cunny.
"That was a good show, Debbie."
The young girl snapped back to reality immediately. Someone was here! Someone had
watched her all along! Instinctively, Debbie raised her hands and covered her bare, 
spitslicked pussy while she backed farther into the bathroom. Now she noticed a dark
shape moving up toward her.
"But you should've let him take care of his cock a little better than that."
Debbie recognized the voice as belonging to her uncle. Crushing shame shot through
Debbie. What could she say? He'd seen the whole act. Now she would never be able to
look at him or anyone else without seeing that gleam of recognition in his eyes.
"I'm glad I've got it down on film. We'd better take some more shots of you and him,
though, before he gets tired."
Debbie nearly felt faint with horror. What was he talking about?


Chapter 7

It was that evening when Debbie learned what had earned her uncle the money to buy
that Seville Cadillac.
"Please, don't hurt me," she whined in a small voice, still covering her pussy with both
hands. The girl rolled her eyes up and looked pleadingly at her uncle. Jack had turned
on the bathroom lights and was leaning against the doorframe and smiling ironically at
his niece. Dangling from his right hand was a 35mm Olympus camera with a flash
attachment. He had taken several photos of Debbie cumming on the floor with the dog
spurting his jizz onto her ankles and was explaining now what his profession was.
"Hurt you, baby? Come on. I think you're gonna be a money maker for us," Jack
confessed, swinging the camera lazily back and forth. The large Setter had curled up by
the top of the stairs and fallen into a sleeplike stupor. "I don't think you met Champion
– and he is one, isn't he?"
Debbie was too ashamed to say anything. She pressed her shoulder blades against the
door and curled her long legs under her bare ass. She didn't want to get up, fearing she
might provoke her uncle into doing something to her.
"The other one's not here right now – the German Shepherd. He's Mike. Say, Debbie,
you ever want to make it with a German Shepherd? Lots of girls have that fantasy...
Believe me, I know," Jack said matter-of-factly.
"Don't talk to me like that, Uncle Jack. Please, it's not right for you to," Debbie
whined. She wrinkled up her forehead, backing away a little farther from her uncle. She
wished she could slam the door shut in his face and lock it. She'd crawl out the
window, even jump to the ground to get away from what she feared would be one
hellofa nightmare.
"Don't play coy, honey. I saw the way the dog turned you on. We can make lots of
money with pictures like these. But you're gonna have to cooperate." Jack's voice
dropped. He was getting tired of playing games with his niece.
"I dropped into town to have a few beers, couldn't find any pussy, and came home.
Didn't think I'd find something like this, though. Come on, get undressed and get into
your bedroom. We've got work to do."
Debbie shook her head violently back and forth. No, she wouldn't become some man's
paid whore to fuck animals for money! Oh God, and in her father's home – in her own
bedroom where her mother used to read her fairy tales. It was too perverted, too dark.
"You heard me," Jack said angrily. He reached down and grabbed her roughly with his
free hand, jerking her halfway up.
"Ohh!" Debbie cried, feeling a shock of pain tear through her shoulder. "You're hurting
me!" she whined, her face wrinkling up with pain.
"Then don't fight me, baby. You strip down fast while I get Mike. Champion, you
watch and make sure she doesn't get away, understand?" Jack said as he headed for the
stairs.
Debbie flashed him a look of confusion and fear, struggling to her feet and moving
towards the bedroom. For an instant she thought of making a run for it. But the large
Setter rose slowly, keeping his head down and moving his long bushy tail from side to
side. A low, steady growl came from his throat. Debbie was afraid of what this once
apparently gentle dog would do if she tried to escape.
The brunette teenager obediently unfastened her halter, dropping it onto the floor and
standing naked in the middle of her bedroom. She turned and took a look at herself in
the mirror. Long red marks on her lower belly and inner thighs told the story of her
doggie-licking. Some opaque jizz still clung to her ankles, while her thighs were
glistening from her own pussy juice. She could hear her uncle yelling at someone
downstairs – probably Mike.
"Ohhh," she moaned, staring at her image. It was the same girl – firm, full titties, flat
belly, long legs, pretty, innocent-looking face, long brown hair. Debbie smiled ironically
at that image. She would never think of herself as innocent again. Already she was an
accomplished pervert, and she wasn't even twenty-one!
The sound of her uncle and Mike the Shepherd coming up the stairs brought her back
to cruel reality. Debbie shrank back when the two of them walked into her room with
Champion trotting curiously behind them.
"Good. Get into bed, honey. Up, boys," Jack said, indicating with a sweep of the hand
for the dogs to join her.
"No, I won't. That's the last straw. I won't – I won't!" she said, clenching her teeth in
determination. Jack stopped as if every muscle in his body were frozen. The animals
were already on the bed, squatting down on Debbie's small pillow and looking
wonderingly at the two humans.
"It's funny, but I remember you saying that before... in the car and in this very same
room to Bob and me," Jack said, curling his thick lips up into a sarcastic smile.
"That was different. I won't do anything like that any more, either. And I'm not going
to help you in this filthy business any more," Debbie cried defiantly.
Jack sucked in his lower lip and rolled up his eyes.
"Suit yourself," he said, laying the camera down carefully on her bureau and pulling out
a pack of cigarettes. Debbie watched him like a hunted animal while he flipped out one,
placed it in his mouth and lit up.
Taking a long drag, Jack let out the smoke in a thin gray trail then started moving
toward his niece.
"Stay away from me," she cried, sliding her hands protectively over her titties while
backing toward the bed. Jack reached forward and knocked her hands roughly away,
holding the burning cigarette up to her face. Debbie winced and turned her head away.
"Have you ever seen what one of these can do to the flesh?" Jack said, his voice
trembling with a sadistic excitement Debbie had never heard before.
"Oh no, NOO!" she cried, her eyes widening in horror. Desperately the girl struck at
her uncle's face with her fists. But Jack ducked, moving to one side, then pushing her
back hard. The girl's legs struck the edge of the bed, knocking her off-balance. With a
loud thud Debbie crashed to the floor.
Jack was immediately on top of her, his knees pressing down cruelly onto her thighs.
The cigarette glowed menacingly over her belly while his eyes bored into hers like laser
beams. The smell of the pungent smoke burned her nose. He lowered the cigarette to
the stretched tendon of her left inner thigh. The glowing tip reddened her skin. Debbie
writhed against the knees pinning her down, afraid to raise her hands and fight off her
uncle. It would be useless. A little sob of horror escaped from her mouth.
Debbie looked from the cigarette to Jack's face. His eyes glittered more than before. He
was enjoying her broken defiance. She could tell he was hoping she'd resist more so he
could torture her. Oh God, what kind of situation was she being forced into?
Then Jack dropped the cigarette to her flesh. He touched the burning head of it to her
skin, dragging it along the line of her tendon up toward her pussy.
Debbie strained to be quiet. She couldn't let her uncle know what agony he was putting
her through. The line of pain moved closer to her cunny. With a whispering crackle the
first few curly hairs on her labes burned. Singeing hair was mixed with the smell of
burning tobacco. The pain was horrible. The heat was like a dozen blazing coals at the
side of her pussy. Debbie shuddered. With a tearing pain in her throat, Debbie felt her
breath blow out. Her tears began to flow.
"Yes, yes, I'll do anything!" she cried, her words stumbling over one another. "Ill suck
you, fuck the dogs, anything – but please take the cigarette off me!"
Jack smiled with triumph, pulling the cigarette away from the girl's burned flesh, taking
a long drag, then crushing it out on the wooden floor.
"I knew you were a sensible girl. Now get up off the floor and onto the bed," Jack said,
getting up off his niece and moving around to the foot of her bed.
Debbie reached down and rubbed her sore, burned thighs. The flesh, fortunately, wasn't
damaged too much. Jack had been careful about that – maximum pain with minimum
damage. Her uncle was obviously well-versed in this sort of thing.
Still sobbing the young brunette crawled onto her bed. Once it was the safest place for
her in the world – a place where she could find refuge no matter what the problem.
Now it would be the scene of the most vile of perversions.
Jack made her get into a bitch-fucking position. Debbie curled her fingers around the
pillow in front of her, still warm from the animals' asses. She could smell their bodies as
they circled her, sniffed at her upturned ass, licked her hanging titties. Jack reached
forward and unsnapped the halter, letting her nubile tits fall to the mattress.
Debbie's skin puckered up into gooseflesh when Mike moved up behind her and poked
his cold black nose between her labes. She snapped her knees together, her sagging
body jerking upward and rigid at that cold contact. Champion, meanwhile, was
standing by her right side, nuzzling her hanging jugs with his snout and starting to lick
the big tits with his long tongue.
"Good, good," Jack murmured, taking photos of the girl's face, then of her pussy being
sniffed and licked at by the large German Shepherd. There wasn't the sharp, achy itch
in her cunny Debbie had felt earlier. Now the girl could only feel her shame and
degradation. Her heart beat like a bass drum. When would it all be over?
"Now, boy, now."
With that Debbie felt the bed bounce up and down. Almost at the same time she felt
Mike crawl quickly on top of her, his heavy, furry body pressing down onto her.
"Ohhh!" she groaned, turning her head away from the animal's snout as he slid onto
her back. She felt his hindquarters moving nervously behind her as he tried to regain
his balance. His forelegs slid around her belly while he nestled his head between her
jutting shoulder blades. Debbie groaned under the weight, her elbows bending and
threatening to collapse under the pressure. Against her thighs she could feel Mike's
long, bony knobber sliding up towards her snatch. His toenails scratched her sides
while his bushy tail brushed comfortingly against her upper legs. This was it! She was
actually going to be fucked by a dog, and her own uncle was taking pictures of it!
The grip around her waist tightened. A steady, low growl came from Mike's throat
while his body shook nervously. The young teenager felt him moving behind her, his
long cock sliding closer and closer to her snatch.
And then it happened. Her belly jerked and tightened. Debbie was racked with a series
of dry heaves. Waves of nausea swept over her. Mike's hard, hot prick was slicing into
her pussy, unsticking her outer labes, peeling them back into a wide grin and driving
like some foul spike into her body.
"UHHHHHHG!" the brunette cried in true disgust. There was no excitement in her
now. The camera kept flashing all around her. She snapped her head from side to side,
her long brown hair whipper across her face and the tops of her hands. Hot tears rolled
down her face as she screamed out in shame and revulsion. That long, knobby thing
was reaming out her cunny, splitting her in two.
Champion whined next to her, tilting his head up and licking her comfortingly across
the face and neck. But Debbie only shrank away in revulsion. She was surrounded by
dogs. She smelled like a dog! She was being fucked like a dog – by dogs! The girl
wanted to vomit but managed to keep her food down. No, she couldn't let her uncle
have that ultimate triumph.
"Nnnnnngh!" Debbie groaned as she felt the dribbling warm streams of cum ooze out
of Mike's dick and wash against the sides of her pussywalls. Only the first inch was
buried inside her muff. And already the girl was screaming as if the animal had been
fucking her for hours. She clawed at the top sheet of her bed, tearing the white cotton
with her fingernails. Her toes fanned out while her knees spread farther and farther
apart. She felt the slippery bumps and knobs on his cock slip past her outer labes and
bury themselves in her pussy.
Finally the Shepherd hunched up his powerful hindquarters and drew out his long dick.
Then he slammed it forward again harder. There was no technique with the dog. He
wanted simply to mate with her, dump his spunk into her twat, then climb off and lick
his spent dick.
Debbie grunted like a stuck pig when she felt the big knob bulging just in front of
Mike's thick cock root bang against her outer labes. It pressed in hard, making her
labes pucker inward. The dog growled with frustration, his hindquarters moving around
quickly as he tried for more leverage to work in that fat bump.
But it was too large for Debbie's tense, tight cunny. Work at it as hard as he might,
Mike found it impossible to slip it into her.
"No, oh God, please, PLEASE, SOMEBODY H-H-HELP M-MEEEE!" Debbie cried,
dropping her head between her sagging shoulders and sobbing crazily. Her tears fell
freely now, dampening the pillow and the backs of her hands. Mike's rhythmic, hard
fucking shook her body.
Her titties swayed back and forth, their tips dragging across the wrinkled topsheet of
her bed. Saliva rolled out of the Shepherd's opened mouth and oozed down onto
Debbie's back and neck. His hunching grew faster and harder. He drove that big knot
against her snatch lips until the air in the room echoed with a loud squishing sound.
Debbie's body stiffened and trembled. She swore she could feel the tip of his dick
banging against the pit of her pussy. The girl groaned and sobbed, pushing the top of
her head against the crushed pillow as Mike's big, hairy balls slapped against her
buttocks. She felt her stomach turning over. Her head spun around like a merry-goround.
She was sure she was going to vomit. She was going to die.
Then the girl realized the dog was going to cum. He trembled on top of her and let out
a high-pitched whistling sound. Her pussy was about to be filled with animal cum!
"Nooooo!" she cried.
But Debbie was helpless to do anything. In a moment Mike's tiny nuts pumped out
their load of jizz, dumping the cum into her pussy.
Debbie cried out again and again. She clawed the sheets until they were ribbons under
her nails. Something hot and wet burned into the sides of her snatch. She broke out
into a series of hoarse, choked cries of despair. More and more cum shot out of Mike's
dick. His small, powerful ass shook as he drove his haunches down harder and harder.
The animal's climax seemed to last forever. When it was finally over, the Shepherd slid
off Debbie and dropped to the floor, followed by the curious Setter. Jack snapped the
last few photos of his niece dropping in despair to the bed, clawing wildly at the
headboard and fighting back the desire to scream and go mad.
"These'll sell like hot cakes in San Francisco. You'll be able to go off to college," Jack
said, coldly winding up the exposed film in his camera. "We'll let you alone now," he
said, patting his sides and walking out the door. The animals followed, jumping around
him and wondering what their reward would be for this show.
"Oh, oh, oh," Debbie moaned, wishing she could have the courage to pitch herself out
the window and end it all in the yard below. Slowly, sleep crept over her and gave the
girl a few hours respite from her ordeal.


Chapter 8

"Awful, awful!" Debbie cried, flinging herself across her bed and sobbing wildly into the
pillow. On the floor were copies of the photos her Uncle Jack had taken of her with the
two dogs. They had come out far more clearly than she would have guessed. In one or
two, her face, although twisted with rage, horror and pain, was recognizable. Already
Jack had spent money in distributing them. And, according to him, they were selling
like hotcakes in San Francisco.
All, that is, except the few photos in which her face was recognizable. Those, Jack told
her, would never reach the market unless she tried anything funny. No matter what she
did, he'd get back at her.
Debbie took the threat seriously. From what her uncle had put her through already, the
young brunette had no reason to doubt he would pull out the stops to keep her in line.
At least for the time being she would have to obey him.
To her surprise, Jack made few demands on her since that horrible evening with his two
animals. Never once did he mention or suggest that she go through it again. He left her
alone, often sleeping outside and in any case not touching her. For a while it even
seemed that the entire affair of sexual intrigue were over for her. She could settle down
and live a normal life – maybe even convince her uncle eventually to let her go – get
some other model for his filthy pictures.
That dream was shattered one evening several days after her animal rape. Debbie was
alone in her room. She'd just talked to Bob, fighting down the tears when he asked how
everything was. She was hoping he'd be back. Surely with him there Jack would never
try the animal routine. As dissipated as he was, her uncle had not included his son into
this business of his. Bob, he confessed, would never hear of it.
But Debbie's hopes were dashed when the young man told her he'd be at least a week
before returning. And then it would only be for a few days. The brunette sighed,
leaning back in her bed and looking blankly at the door in front of her. Life had
become boring. She couldn't go out and visit what few friends she had. Jack wouldn't
allow that. Those photos would reach the market, he said, if she tried anything.
Sighing deeply, Debbie decided to go downstairs and watch television. Jack had left
again for town, taking the dogs with him. He told her nothing, and the young girl
hoped he'd be gone for the next few days.
As she was halfway down the stairs she heard her uncle's car roar up the drive. He was
speeding, peeling rubber, swerving from side to side and nearly hitting the house.
Debbie froze, wondering if she should return to her room and lock the door. If he
didn't see her, he wouldn't have any ideas.
The door burst open before she made up her mind. In stumbled her uncle with two
strangers. They were all bleary-eyed and drunk.
"There she is, the little cunt of my life," Jack slurred, waving his right hand toward his
niece.
Debbie stood horrified. She'd been unmasked, humiliated in front of these total
strangers.
"Uncle Jack!" she blurted out.
"Oh, knock off that shit, honey. After what you've done... Oh, I forget, our little secret,"
he said, laughing and holding his forefinger up to his lips and making a shushing
sound.
"I'm going to bed," Debbie said, turning and starting up the stairs.
"Not alone," Jack said, his, voice hardening. "Come on. This one deep fries cocks in her
cunt."
Debbie ran up the stairs and down the hall. Behind her she could hear the men
stumbling up after her. Racing into her room, she grabbed the door and flung it shut,
flipping the latch before Jack and his buddies could reach her.
"Open up, damn it!" Jack thundered behind the door, pounding on it with his fists.
Debbie pressed all her weight against the door. Her heart was beating wildly while
beads of sweat dotted her forehead. She felt the door sag inward and vibrate as her
uncle tried to break it down.
"Come on, Jack, she doesn't want to be bothered tonight," one of the men said.
"Are you crazy, Al? Come on, you'll never fuck a cunt this hot in your life again," Jack
said, kicking the bottom of the door.
All three men started beating at the door. Debbie backed away, holding her throat with
her hands as the sound of cracking wood filled the air. They were going to break in and
do God only knew what with her.
With a splintering crash, the door burst open and the three men spilled into her room.
Jack was the first to lunge for her, grabbing her hard by the arms.
"Want you to meet a couple of buddies. Al," he said, nodding toward a tall, thickly built
blond standing in the corner, "and George," indicating with another nod a thin darkhaired 
man with a thick black beard and moustache.
"Leave me alone," Debbie wailed, twisting futilely in her uncle's arms.
"Leave you alone? Don't you ever get tired of saying that?" Jack sneered, reaching up
and starting to unbutton her blouse. "Oh, hell," he said, fumbling with the buttons,
then curling his thick fingers into a fist and tearing open her clothing.
The girl screamed and fought, tearing at the blur of faces around her with her
fingernails. She could smell their rancid, liquor-sodden breaths blowing into her nose.
Their hands moved all over her body, touching her titties then moving down to her
crotch when Jack and Al ripped her slacks and panties off.
"Throw her on the bed," Jack ordered. "I'm gonna put you all in pictures."
The two men dragged the screaming, struggling brunette to her bed and dumped her
roughly onto the mattress. Al peeled off his T-shirt and tight-fitting Levi's immediately,
followed by George in quick suit. Debbie saw their long, thick cocks – not nearly as
long as her uncle's and cousin's, but long enough. She scooted back up onto her bed.
But they grabbed her quickly, preventing her from getting off the bed and possibly
escaping.
Jack staggered back into the room just in time to watch Debbie disappear under Al's
muscular thighs. George climbed into bed with the two of them, throwing one arm
across his buddy's back as if to lock him in place on top of Debbie's hot little body.
Moving in close the dark-haired man stuck his cock between Debbie's and Al's bodies.
As George welded himself to them, Debbie could feel two cocks probing their way over
her body. She felt George's stop on her right thigh. Al's was pushing its way into her
silky-haired crotch. Pushing up with her hips, Debbie tried to get Al to take his weight
off. He was hurting her. She tried to tell him, but he glued his mouth onto hers, driving
his tongue deep down into her throat and stopping her from protesting.
Jack moved around them like a busy large animal, taking shots of the three of them
fucking while rubbing his own hard crotch with his free hand. Finally Al rose to
reposition himself. Debbie felt herself growing hot in spite of the horror overwhelming
her. She spread her legs enough to expose the pear-shaped cunny mound. Her fat lips
were growing more bloated. The crack where they met was beginning to seep with
bubbles of pussy juice.
It had been several days since anything was done with her twat. And in spite of what
she'd promised herself, the girl found herself responding quickly to the men.
After opening her legs in a silent invitation, Debbie let Al do what he chose to her. She
could feel his hard cock nuzzling at the juicy cunny crack. His thick, sensitive dickhead
rubbed back and forth until it was slippery with cum and pussy oil. It jabbed teasingly
at Debbie's fat cuntlips. The swollen labes were peeled back and forced apart by the red
wedge. Debbie tore her mouth away from Al's and let out a long, low groan of sexual
excitement.
She felt the thick hunk of meat push into her juicy snatch. Her cunt tingled along its
length as it sensed that long, hard veined rod jamming into it. The pink tissues
wriggled together. Inch by hard inch they were forced into a tunnel as Al stretched
them with the wide shaft of his sinking dick.
"Good?" he whispered hoarsely as he sank yet another inch into her cunny.
"Uhhhhhh!" Debbie moaned as she felt him penetrate deeper into her pussy. She didn't
even know that man. And yet she felt intimately tied with him.
"Get it in her, man," Jack whispered, taking another shot. George's arms pushed down
on his buddy's back, forcing Al's hips to grind in even harder.
"Uhhhh!" Debbie groaned again. Her cries of pleasure sent chills over the men's bodies
and made their cocks throb. Her pussy fitted tightly around the broad, hairy base of
Al's dick. Inside her cunt the sensitive, slippery tissues were stretched apart to take in
the throbbing eight inches of meat.
At the top of her spread pussylips, the stiffened spindle of her clitty beat like the
membrane of a bass drum. As Al came to the end of his agonizingly slow downstroke,
his hairy groin ground into her clitty. Thrills and tremors of unspeakable ecstasy shot
through Debbie's pussylips. Her sheath curled tightly around Al's dick. The nippled
ends of her jugs burst into an explosion of lust. She felt Al's hard, hairy chest crushing
her nipples.
"Give it to her good, man!" George urged. He got into the act by crawling down
between their spread legs. Lying flat on his belly he pushed his head up to the tops of
their legs. As he got closer he could hear the soft squishing sound of his buddy's thick
cock shoving in and out of Debbie's cunt. The rich gurgling of her snatch sounded like
soft mud sticking around a pile driver. The sweet smell of her perfumed snatch mixed
with the hot male smell of Al's slippery dick and sweaty ass. George reached up and
gently pushed Debbie's thighs away.
The sensation of his rough hands on the ticklish insides of her thighs was the first
indication Debbie had that George was between her legs. A hot shiver shot through her
pussy. She felt his fingers stroking their way upward, pushing her legs farther apart.
As her body stretched open wider, Al gave her a hard shove. He buried his cock up to
the hilt in her tight cunt. He almost blew out his nuts when he felt a tongue working
over the base of his rod! When he hunched his body tighter against Debbie's he felt
George's hands pulling his legs apart, too. The pressure of his buddy's nose against his
balls drove him crazy.
"If you weren't drunk you wouldn't be doin' this," Al slurred, glad that the liquor had
loosened them up.
"Uhhh!" Debbie let out a desperate cry as she felt her stretched pussylips being teased
by a wet, flicking tonguetip. The tickling sensation made her want to snap her legs
together. Al's weight kept her spread open while she felt the tongue lick over her pussy
and wet down the tender membranes between her cunt and ass.
"Fuck her good," Jack hissed, taking another picture.
Al pulled his ass up, drawing his fat rod out of Debbie's furry drooling box.
"Ohhhh!" the brunette moaned again as George got his head further between her and
Al. His tongue licked around the stretched edges , of her sensitive pussy. Its rough
surface raked along over the tensed flesh, then darted in.
"Ahhh," George panted as he felt the girl's snatch drool onto his tongue. Al shoved his
hips down, trying to get his cock back into Debbie's tight cunt. His groin ground down
into George's head, pushing him into Debbie's pussylips. "Oh man, don't. Get away
before you make me blow my load!" Al warned.
George backed away, keeping himself in the valley of their legs. As soon as his head
was out of the way he heard the squishing of Al's prick sinking into the juice-filled
pussy again. He reached up and pulled on Debbie's thighs. As he held her wide open he
heard Al's dick throw in a few quick hunches.
George got an idea. Moving his friend up out of the girl's hole, he watched as Al's
throbbing meat trembled wildly just beyond the reach of the young brunette's pussy.
His body arched up high, giving George plenty of room.
"Nooo!" Debbie's drawn-out plea broke out of her throat. She grunted frantically as she
felt the stretched tissues of her cunt being licked by a rough, slippery tongue. She tried
to snap her legs shut. George had his hands pressing outward on her thighs, holding
her open for his licking attack. As she struggled against them, the girl felt her clit being
teased by the rough licking surface. "Ohhh, yes, yes, YESSS," she cried. "Please do it.
Eat me, eat me good," Debbie cried. George's head shoved deep between her legs,
ramming his tongue deep inside her cunt.
"Shove it to her, man" George cried as she. began twisting her body in time to his
tongue-fucking. The thin, bearded man pulled out, leaving her pussy open and hot.
Al fitted his swollen cockhead into the throbbing cuntal slit. His thick hard inches
shoved down into the hot sheath again. As its slippery tissues curled around his shaft,
he felt Debbie's fingernails rake over his back. He jerked, his tight hairy ass shooting
forward. The movement pushed his dick all the way in.
"Oh, God," Debbie moaned, hunching under him.
Grunting half in pain Al gave her a series of short, rapid strokes. His cock slid down
into her tight box again and again, His body slammed into her, trying to dislodge her
nails from his back.
Debbie ran her hands now lightly over the scratched back, trying to ease the painful
damage she'd done. As she soothed the scratches, she tried to ream herself out even
more by shoving her pussy up onto his cock. Her ass strained upward, shoving her
tight hole onto the throbbing shaft.
She felt his body tense with pleasure, then shove back down. He sent his cock
careening into her pussy. The girl could feel his prick slipping around in her cunt with
each movement they made. The throbbing head of his long rod pushed and probed
deep inside her snatch. Her tits had his weight resting heavily on them. Her rigid
nipples were thudding with the beating of her heart. As the two of them crushed closer
together, every inch of her flesh became alive.
"Don't shoot off yet, man," George whispered, recognizing his friend's movements as
the signal to climax. "I wanna eat her cunt again before you get your rocks off." George
listened while the rhythm of their fucking slowed. He pulled Debbie's thighs apart
again. His tongue lashed up, ran around the straining edge before probing deep into
the dick-filled pussy. It was a tight fit. Al's dick filled her up and stretched her so wide
George had to fight to get his tongue into her. When he had it in place he could feel
the spasms running through the meat-filled cunt.
"I'm coming up," Al warned. He pulled his strong hips back, pulling out his prick from
the tight grip of Debbie's pussy. As the greasy meat yanked out it left scoops of cunt
juice and cum on the edges of the girl's cunnylips. "Fuck, I'm close to shootin' off in
her."
"Uuuuuuhhh!" Debbie moaned softly as she felt her pussy draw together again. With
the stretching rod gone, the elastic tissues of her sheath squeezed shut. She gasped
seconds later as George stuck his mouth down on her hairy box and licked his way
inside. She threw her hips into the air, offering her pussy to his mouth. Her clit beat
against his upper lip while he thrust his tongue into her snatch.
She held tightly on to Al, pulling her head up and throwing her mouth onto his. While
she felt George's tongue flicking away inside her sheath, her lips ground into Al's
mouth. Every time George worked his tongue over her snatch, she shoved her tongue
into Al's mouth, moaning and working her hips from side to side.
"She's gonna go, man," Jack warned, snapping a picture of his niece being eaten out by
one man while kissing another.
"Hey, get out of the way so I can get my cock back inside her."
The big blond could see the girl was getting carried away.
"Move your head so I can get my cock back inside. It's time to do some nut-bustin'. My
balls ache. I've got to cum soon."
George roughly pulled Debbie's thighs further apart and thrust his mouth onto her
snatch.
"Move it, man. I gotta take care of this little bitch. She's nuts," Al growled as he fought
with Debbie trying to keep her trapped under him. She was writhing about crazily, her
mouth looking for his, her titties jiggling back and forth, jabbing into his chest while
her arms held onto his back.
Al felt her going wild. She was throwing her hips around madly. George enjoyed it all,
working his tongue deeper and deeper into her throbbing box. Her soft legs fought to
close over his head. George had to strain with his hands to keep them from trapping
him against her pussylips. The hotter she got the more he liked it. The feel of her
young cunt lifting up to get licked, sucked and fucked sent rumbling tremors through
his cock. Reaching down with his right hand he began to jerk off his meat, envying his
bigger friend for having the opportunity to sink his cock into the girl's snatch.
"Man, you don't get out of the way I'm gonna push your tongue out of the way with
my cock," Al warned as his nuts started to swell. The nerve endings of his cock were
stretched to the bursting point. Holding the hot, twisting teenager under him without
getting his dick into her was the worst form of torture he'd ever felt. He got impatient
and started lowering his body again. He felt George's head press up into his groin.
"Hey!"
"Man, I told you, get that fuckin' mouth out of the way."
Hearing the two men fighting over her pussy drove Debbie wilder. Her cunt tremored,
trying to grab onto the wiggling tongue. Urging him on, she shoved her hips up harder,
driving her furry pussy into his mouth. At the same time she started raking her nails
over Al's back. She had both men to a fever pitch. And yet she too was at a fever pitch.
She trembled on the brink of orgasm. Her hips and ass hunched in a frenzy. Tossing
around she hunched and scratched, yowling like a cat in heat. Her claws kept on
working over Al's back as she tried to force him to shove his cock inside her. All she
felt was the teasing, sucking, wriggling tongue that kept her suspended between this
agony and ecstasy.
With one final thrust of his tongue George pulled away and rolled out from between
their legs.
"Ohhh!" Debbie moaned. Al's naked ass sank down, driving his hard inches into her
pussy. She felt the relief of having the tense, itchy pussy walls being stretched apart.
The hard core of his meat filled her pussy with one long thrust. She felt Al's body
pound down onto hers. The sensation of his body hunching away inside her pussy
brought her to climax.
"AWWWRRKKK!" the girl cried, the cords sticking out from her neck as she threw her
head into the pillow. Drool leaked from both corners of her mouth as her muscles
spasmed and tightened. She looked as if a current of electricity were passing through
her body as she jerked, twitched, and let out strangled half-cries of unspeakable
pleasure.
"Shit, give me some action, too," George growled, pushing the thrashing couple over on
the side. Al kept slamming his meat into the shrieking, cumming teenager. At the
height of her climax George rolled in behind the girl, pushing his hairy thin legs into
hers and hunching his cock up into the narrow valley running between her asscheeks.
Debbie could feel his dick edging up to her tightly puckered bunghole. But the spasms
punching her cunt were too strong for her to protest. As George ground his shaft
deeper between her cheeks his cock juice slicked down her hole, pushing farther and
farther between the soft, spread cheeks until it was pressing against her puckered
asshole.
"AHHHHH!" the girl cried. Her sphincter gave way, letting in George's prick. That
heated, half painful sensation drove her climax even higher. She was having her first
multiple climax, something she'd heard some women were lucky to have. And now she
was experiencing it.
Al moved his cock around, reaming out in between the tight-fitting lips of Debbie's fat
pussy. His nuts drew up close to the base of his cock. They were so full of cum, they
ached.
"OHHHHH!" Debbie shrieked.
"Hey, man, I'm gonna shoot."
"Ohhhh, hurry, hurry," Debbie begged as she felt her ass threatening to rip apart from
the force of their fucking and her climax."
"Ohhh, man, man, man" George suddenly groaned as he felt his cum bubbling up thick
and rich in his cock. Pressing in as tightly as he could, he threw one arm across Al's
back, pulling them all together in a tighter vise. "Get it on, now, now, NOW!" he
warned as his dick ballooned in the tight, hot asshole.
Al hunched furiously, pushing against Debbie's body, keeping his dick embedded in her
cunt up to the hilt. His mouth shoved down onto hers. Their tongues speared at one
another as their lips sucked together. Debbie felt her throat start to throb in time to her
clitty and asshole. Her body was completely on fire, hunching out of control.
"Now!" George cried as he felt his cum jetting up the thick shaft of his cock. Holding
onto Al, he felt his nuts explode. He shoved his tongue into the brunette's ear as his
cum shot up his stalk, jetting through the thick head and spurted into her body. His
balls trembled as they pumped out their heavy load of cum. With each bubbling load,
he jabbed his tongue deeper and deeper into the girl's ear.
As Debbie felt George's cock throb in her asshole, she felt the throbbing waves of
orgasm grow stronger in her pussy. The walls shook, clutched and grabbed onto Al's
cock. The throbbing grew stronger, harder, more violent until she knew he was going
to cum with her. Her tongue thrust back into his throat as she dug her nails into his
back and took the final attack from his cock.
Al's cum started shooting, burning down the tube of his prick like flaming oil. His load
poured out, jetting into the burning heat of the young girl's pussy.
Debbie felt herself floating away, cumming, cumming, cumming in a world where there
was no pain or confusion. She drank in the incredible sensuality of the situation,
wriggling between the two hairy bodies. Each time she felt her snatch throb, she felt the
long dicks still shooting out cum. They were still hard, working in her cunny and ass.
The sex scene lasted for what seemed to be an eternity. And then it was all over. The
three of them lay embraced, gasping for breath. Jack stood above them all, his Levi's
stained at the crotch with jizz. He'd cum in his pants while photographing the double
fuck.
"Jesus Christ, Jack! You've got a hellcat for a niece," Al said, wiping his forehead with
the back of his hand. He slowly pulled his aching dick out of Debbie's cunt. The girl
groaned, digging her fingernails hard into the big blond's back. She wanted him inside
her, still reaming out her pussy, still pounding his fat dick in and out of her squishy,
hot cunt.
"I don't think I've shot as much jizz into something like this before," George added,
reaching down and spreading the girl's creamy asscheeks apart. He too was pulling free
of Debbie, rolling on his back and catching his breath. Jack smiled, winding up the film
and looking down at his niece.
"You're one hellofa performer, Debbie," he said, reaching down and stroking her
flushed cheeks.
The teenage brunette smiled weakly, breathing deeply and basking in the warm,
comforting afterglow enveloping her body. She felt wonderfully violated. Every square
inch of her body had reached the maximum sexuality with these two strangers. Her
pussy was a little sore, and she wondered if her ass would ever be the same. But all in
all, the young brunette couldn't say she didn't enjoy what had to be the hardest, wildest
fuck in the world!


Chapter 9

Once more Debbie was sitting in the living room alone in the darkness. It was late in
the afternoon. Her uncle had gone into the fields to check on some work on the fencing
and promised to be back early for dinner. But the girl's mind was far from the problems
of the farm.
She thought of what she'd done with her uncle – his friends, his son, his dogs – and
that thought nailed her to the chair with shame and guilt. As she listened to the clock
tick away the hour, Debbie thought of a similar scene weeks ago when she was waiting
for her uncle and cousin – when she thought they would help her out in disposing of
the farm. But the farm still was around, doing well as ever.
What was missing was her innocence, her fresh outlook on sex and life in general.
Twice more her uncle had brought friends over to fuck her while he took photos. Two
days ago Debbie saw some of the pictures he'd taken – pictures he'd been selling to
various porno distributing firms in the San Francisco-Sacramento area. Soon he told her
he'd be pushing the photos in Los Angeles and San Diego. She'd be a full-time "star".
Debbie laughed bitterly, putting her hand over her face and breaking into hysterical
sobs. So this was the way those awful women got started! They didn't plan their careers.
One thing led to another, and before they knew it, they were the toast of the pervert
world. And now she, Debbie Hathaway, would be looking up into the half-closed eyes
of thousands of middle-aged men, squatting on their toilet seats with her pictures in
their hands, beating their meat and shooting their jizz into wads of toilet paper.
"Ohhhh!" Debbie cried, sobbing harder into her hands. She kept on going until she was
aware of something brushing against her bare leg. Jerking back, the girl uncovered her
face and looked down. It was Champion the Irish Setter. He was squatting down and
looking up wonderingly into her face.
"So it's you. Where's your buddy?" Debbie said with an edge on her voice. Here was
the beginning of her real degradation. She was so angry she could have kicked the
animal in the face.
But it wasn't his fault. The fault, if there was any, lay with both her and her uncle.
"Sorry, boy," the girl said, reaching down and stroking his handsome head. The long
silky hair felt good between her fingers. And oddly enough Debbie began to feel her
cunny responding of its own free will to the sensation of her hand running over the
dog's hard body.
Sucking in a deep breath Debbie slid further forward on the stuffed living room chair,
the halves of her bathrobe hanging open further and revealing her pendulous titties.
The belt sagged down, letting the robe open almost completely. Champion looked up
and found himself staring at the girl's naked twat.
"Oh, Champion." Debbie felt his sharp fangs. The dog moved his head down and let
his teeth bite down playfully on her ankle. It was just enough pain and pressure to
cause a thrill of ecstasy to shoot up her leg. Her thoughts made her flush with shame.
How could she be thinking about something like this? God knows it was bad enough
when someone was forcing herself to do this. But doing it on her own?
"Down, Champion, down," she ordered. But the big dog circled behind her, then
moved around, pushing himself between her legs and sniffing at her snatch. Debbie
stroked the head rhythmically, looking down with a feeling of excitement and near
hysterical joy. Was she slipping off into something so dark and hideous she would
never find herself again?
"Ohhh!" Debbie cried, shrugging off her robe and standing up naked in the darkening
livingroom. She didn't care. If she were depraved, that was it! She couldn't figure out
why she, a formerly prudish girl, was acting like the foulest whore in Los Angeles.
Maybe it was all that goddamned morality stuffed into her head until she could vomit.
All she knew was the dog was there and her pussy was hot.
"Here, here," Debbie said in a soft whisper, sinking to the floor by the side of the couch
and spreading her legs widely apart. She dragged her knees up, moaning as she both
heard and felt her puffing cunnylips unstick.
Drool dropped from his tongue onto the girl's belly. She reached down and guided him
upward, rewarding him with a scratch behind the ears when he started to lick her
titties. His pink tongue was so hot against her breasts. He pushed them together with
his tongue and muzzle, lifting his head and looking down in fascination as they rolled
together He repeated that action over and over again. Debbie wallowed her shoulders
on the carpet. She was breathless with the furry animal's eagerness. His coat tickled her
naked flesh. She hooked a leg up and petted his back bumping his wagging tail. There
was no getting around it now. She was letting it happen. There were no men around
forcing her to do this. She was urging on a dog to excite her.
"Oh, Champion!"
Debbie rolled onto her stomach and giggled as the big Setter bobbed his head around,
trying to find her hot spot again. He nosed around her ears until she was completely
wet. The new titillation was unexpected and had a surprisingly thrilling effect on her.
He licked down her back, sliding his tongue around the hollows and bumps of her
body. Debbie let out a shivery moan and widened her knees. Then slowly she lifted her
ass, wagging it for the dog.
Champion growled and wet down each cheek with his long tongue. It moved between
her crack, slathering down the narrow valley until his hot spit dribbled down over the
thick curls of her cunt. It was something that was like lava to the girl. Debbie arched
her back more, rose up on her knees to give Champion more room.
The weight of her big titties hanging down from her chest excited her. She wobbled
there on her elbows, gasping in lungfuls of air when she could. Now the dog was
working lower on her legs. She parted her thighs until her inner cuntlips peeled stickily
back from the pussymeat along her slit. Champion pushed hungrily, raking his tongue
under her cuntal mound.
"Ohhh!" Debbie cried. She rolled onto her back again, legs parted for his pointed
muzzle. Champion pushed into the mouth of her cunt with his black snout, snuffing
and panting in the steamy, soaked flesh. Debbie kicked a leg out as the tense thrills
built more and more.
The dog growled more and more. When she looked down under Champion's belly she
saw the dark red spear of his cock. It had slipped an inch out of the furry sheath and
glistened with his cum. Debbie shuddered, her eyes glued to the pointed, knobby thing.
So that's what fucked her a while ago! Through her head a shadowy image ran through
her mind – dogs fucking, fucking in packs, fucking three males to a bitch, fucking
crazily in the street...
She babbled with excitement, holding Champion's head down so he lapped her cuntal
slit open. She was sitting up now, watching the big dog lick her meat. His tongue
rubbed her flooding pussymeat and she watched her clitty being forced down.
Champion wagged his muscular doggie hips and even more of his prick slithered out.
Her cunthairs clung together in wet little curls along the edge of her pussylips. Sitting
with her legs partially crossed made her completely open to Champion. And when he
concentrated on her clitty, pushing his nose into her hot hole and tickling the walls of
her hot pussy with the stubby hairs surrounding his mouth the girl jerked and fell back
onto the floor. She thrust her cunt mound up, tossing it around in circles.
She whimpered for Champion to eat her again. He jumped forward and went wild. It
happened quickly and irresistibly. She felt the friction building quickly in seconds.
Champion humped his ass as he nipped and licked her cunt. She could feel the shake of
his shoulders and strong back. It all added to the young brunette's erotic fever.
"Yes, Champion, yesssss!"
Debbie whipped her legs against the couch, hugging Champion's body finally with the
insides of her knees as he brought her up to the final throbbing hurt. She could feel her
orgasm boiling up from the depths of her body. The juices frothed from her wet cunny,
wetting down Champion's muzzle. She could hear the slick sounds of his mouth on her
cunt. It sucked and clicked with each movement.
And Debbie couldn't stop moving. Her shivery moans and wild squirming seemed to
set the dog off in a wilder fury. He made strange choked growls against the hot mess of
her cunt. As Debbie's lust peaked, Champion opened his jaws and took her cuntal
mound between his teeth. He shook her gently, fangs pressing maddeningly against the
tender flesh while his tongue swathed the delirious pleasure from her body.
Debbie hadn't meant to touch the dog under his belly. Her hand slipped back as she
tossed in the throes of orgasm. Champion's prick brushed her palm. In a second he was
humping his cock against her touch.
"Uhhhhh!"
His doggie cum came quickly. Debbie felt it splatter against her. The dog moaned and
howled as she tried to wriggle away from the spurting little blasts of hot slime. The
girl's wild orgasm washed over her bucking body. Hoarse, choked cries of animal wild
delight were ripped from her throat as the girl milked her cunny muscles, dragging out
the last pleasurable throb of her orgasm from her pussy.
When she finally dropped her legs with a sigh to the floor and opened her eyes Debbie
saw her uncle standing in the living room.
"I've got this talent of catching you in the craziest positions," Jack said, shutting the
door behind him and walking up to his niece. Debbie shrank away from him. What was
he going to do to her now?
"What...?" Debbie began.
"Well, aren't you going to finish?" Jack asked.
The girl looked up at him questioningly. Jack moved to the front door, pulled it open
and whistled. Immediately the German Shepherd came in.
"Champion's taken care of, but you've got another doggie cock to take care of. No film
this time. Just pure pleasure for all of us," Jack said, pulling open his zipper and
yanking out his dick as the big dog circled Debbie and sniffed at her. Looking at her
uncle's twisted smile, the brunette realized her degradation was now complete.


Chapter 10

"Don't ever make me do that again," Debbie cried, slamming the door hard behind her
and flipping the latch. Her uncle had replaced the door only yesterday and it had cost
him a small fortune. The petite brunette didn't think he'd be knocking it down so soon.
Rubbing her naked arms with her hands the young girl walked to the bed and sat down
on the edge, staring out the window into the dark night. It was through a miracle she'd
been able to talk Jack out of making her fuck with the dogs. But her ordeal wasn't over
until she let him roll her over, part her full asscheeks and fuck her in the butt. She'd
become a slave in her own house, a whore at her uncle's beck and call to do anything
with anything whenever he chose. If only...
Debbie's thoughts were cut short by a rapping at the pane. Focusing her eyes and
peering through the white chince curtains Debbie saw cousin Bob's face.
"Bob!" she cried, springing up from the bed and drawing her robe tightly around her
body. She knew there was little enough reason for modesty to be shown toward him.
But something made her want to demonstrate a little pride toward someone – especially
after what had happened to her in the past few days.
"I've got something I want you to see, Deb. I wanted to come in this way so dad didn't
see me," Bob said, crawling into the bedroom after the girl had opened the window. He
was wearing Levi's and a light wind breaker. Reaching inside the jacket he pulled out
what looked like pictures. Immediately Debbie froze to the floor.
"I was in a book shop in downtown 'Frisco a couple of days ago and found this. Tell me
if something looks familiar," Bob said, handing a glossy magazine to her.
Debbie took the booklet, her hands shaking with shame and humiliation. The cover
showed a blonde in a crouching position, wearing black nylons and garter belt. Black
gloves up to her elbows and a pretty pink bow in her fluffed hairdo completed the
absurd costume. Her pussyhairs curled up around her cunny lips, and behind her was
an empty doggie dinner dish.
"Go on, read," Bob said ironically with a wave of his hand.
Debbie opened the cover and looked at the first page. With a gasp she nearly dropped
the magazine to the floor. It was a shot of her and Champion. There were more on the
succeeding pages, the last one being of her cumming on the floor with the animal
shooting his jizz onto her thighs. That was actually the first photo her uncle had taken
of her with the Setter.
"Is that you?" Bob asked, a slight trembling betraying emotion in his voice.
Could she lie? A fool could see it was her and his father's family pet. Debbie folded the
magazine and laid it gently on the bureau.
"Yes," she said quietly, sinking back onto the bed. Her only hope of escape from this
place was vanishing quickly. Bob would never believe her story.
"How? Why? I mean fucking's okay, but with a dog? A goddamned dog? Jesus!" he
muttered under his breath, turning around and banging the wall softly with a clenched
fist. "And to think I felt guilty about breaking your cherry. Shit! And they talk about
Pandora's box bringing troubles!"
Debbie felt shamed to her soul. It was as if the entire world had been called to judge on
what had taken place in the past few weeks. She felt the full weight of her guilt descend
on her young mind for the first time. With a shaken sob the brunette rose from her bed
and stepped forward toward Bob.
"You've got to listen to me," she said through her tears. "You've got to! It's the only
way I can save myself," she pleaded.
Something desperate and honest in her voice reached the young man. Turning around
he looked at her and nodded for her to begin.
Debbie told everything – from the strange feelings awakened inside her by all that
fucking to Bob's father's blackmail. He sat quietly on the bed next to her, listening to
the horror story without saying a word.
When she'd finished Debbie looked up and wondered how much of her story he
believed.
"And so Dad's got you locked into this thing. I've heard stories about my father from
my mother before she died. But I never thought..." he said, his voice trailing off. Debbie
felt her heart contract with happiness. Could it be that he actually believed her? Oh
God, let it be!
"Please, Bob. I swear. I swear on my parents' graves it's the truth. I'm scared and
confused. I don't know what to do," she begged.
Bob turned around, raising his hand and caressing her soft cheeks. Debbie turned her
head slightly and kissed the flat of his palm. It was the first kind act anyone had shown
her for a long time.
"You've had so much trouble lately, Deb. I want to do nice things to you," he
whispered, slipping off his jacket and pushing her robe open at the same time. Debbie
felt clean and innocent again in her cousin's presence. She lay back on the bed,
stretching out in the bright moonlight while Bob undressed and slid on top of her.
Bob pushed his fingers through her brown hair, holding her face as he kissed it. She
was wet around the eyes, cheeks and forehead. She gasped with the affection he showed
her. She felt loved, happy, wild with freedom. Debbie felt her nipples scraping his 
curlyhaired chest. His hand slipped under her back. She felt so small with his handling of
her.
Bob dragged his cock back a little, then up again. Her cunt stretched wide and the ring
of muscles went tight.
"Touch me!" Bob said.
Debbie pushed her right hand down her belly. Bob made room between them. At last
she felt the ridged, glossy cockhead. It was soaked with her slippery cuntal juices,
dangerously close to exploding with cum.
"Gotta fuck you now," he gasped. He pressed a finger into the squishy mess where her
cunt flooded juice. He traced the bottom of her cleft, found the tensed muscles guarding
her pussy mouth. Then Bob let his cockhead rest against where he was touching. With
a slow hunch he let it glide in.
"Ohhhh!" Debbie moaned loud and low, rolling her head slowly from side to side on
the crushed pillow behind her. She dared to move her hips, changing the angle her cunt
made with Bob's dick. He was halfway inside when her cuntal muscles spasmed and
tightened down on him. His breath caught.
"Christ, I've never known a girl who could do that."
"I can't help it," Debbie gasped, keeping her eyes focused on his.
When the girl relaxed a little more Bob continued shoving in his cock, feeding her his
long, thick dick. Debbie felt her insides stretching out around the large shaft. As often
as she'd been fucked lately, the girl was amazed at how tight she still was. She must
have an unusual cunt, she thought to herself.
Bob started his long, slow fuck of his cousin. Debbie responded quickly, her ass
prancing on the bed for his cock. She wanted to be raped by that long, thick prong,
nailed to the mattress with his shooting dick. His prick drove along the seepy velvet
lining of her cunt. Debbie gasped with delight, tossing her head back and forth. Her
long hair was tangled around her neck.
"Ohhh, it feels sooooo good going soooo deep!" Debbie cried. Long strings of drool
leaked from her mouth. Her arms trembled while her legs shot up, scissored around
Bob's hunching broad back and pulled him deeper into her cunt.
"Christ, you're wilder than I remember you."
Debbie growled at that comment. She arched her back, shoving her titties into her
cousin's bare chest. She wanted to be fucked silly by him. She loved feeling her cunny
mouth stretched to the tearing point by Bob's fat prick. That prong was sliding faster
and faster in her cunt. Debbie groaned Bob's name as he worked his young hips with a
building tempo. The juice seemed to erupt from her cunt as she felt it leaking down her
ass into her bunghole. Debbie ground her hips around wildly, straining upward. She
could feel herself about to cum.
"Bob, you're soooo good," the girl cried. She was biting down hard on her lower lip,
drawing blood as she felt the knot of orgasm slowly begin to unravel deep in her belly.
Debbie was only a second away from madness. Then the second passed and she was
crazy, gripped with yelping fits as the final flames swept over her. A core of white-hot
joy burned her cunt. It was Bob's thick long prick fucking her so beautifully that was
driving her into this fit of sexual frenzy.
She babbled, shrieking and sobbing and gasping as Bob dumped wad after wad of his
spunk into her snatch. He seemed to cum and cum and cum while her cunny worked
around and around, milking out the last few drops of jizz from Debbie's young cunny.
When he was through, the young man pulled up and stared at Debbie.
"I've got to get you out of here," he said at last.
"How? I mean, your father's sworn hell spread those pictures of me all over town," the
girl whined.
"He's done that already, even though he promised not to. You stay here, Deb, and he'll
use you until you're not good for anything," Bob said, pulling his cock out of her
slackening cunt. "Come on. Get dressed and let's get the hell out of here before he finds
us. I left my car parked down the road," Bob added, hurriedly slipping on his jeans and
T-shirt.
Debbie rolled off the bed, half carried away by her cousin's desire to escape and swept
by her own desire to get out of her uncle's cruel grip.
They had almost finished dressing when Debbie heard the sound of footsteps coming
up the stairs.
"Your father," she whispered tensely as Bob pried open the window again and was
stepping out onto the porch roof.
"Come on!" Bob encouraged her with a wave of his hand.
"Debbie," Jack said, knocking softly on the door. "I'm sorry, baby. Come on, open the
door. I'm horny as hell again."
"No, I'm tired. Please, Uncle Jack, no more. Please, let me alone," she said, moving to
the window as Bob stepped completely out and stretched his hand into the room to
support her.
"I said let me in," the big man thundered more determinedly.
Debbie said nothing. She followed her cousin onto the porch roof while her uncle
banged on the door. As they slid to the gutter they both heard the molding around the
door splinter. He'd broken into her room once more.
Quick, he'll catch me," she cried as Bob slipped down the gutter to the soft ground
below. He held out his hands and signalled silently for her to jump.
Debbie looked fearfully up at the window once, then flew into the air. As Bob caught
her with a grunt, she heard the window bang fully open.
"Goddamn it, where do you think you're going?" Jack thundered out as the two of
them ran hand-in-hand down the road.
"I'm takin' her away, dad. From you and from the farm. I've got friends in town who'll
help Deb out. She'll get the money to go to college or anything she wants from the
farm," Bob cried, stopping and turning around. Both of them saw Jack leaning out the
window with his fingers clenched tightly into two fists.
"I'll get back for this," Jack threatened. "You're no son of mine," he shouted.
"And you're my father? After what you did to her?" Bob cried back. "Sure, you can try
anything you want. But we can make a pretty good case for your forcing Debbie to do
all those things. Even if she doesn't win, we could dry up your sources for cash for a
long time with the publicity. And like Mom always said, you love cash almost as much
as you love your cock," Bob shouted.
Debbie stood silently in the dark, listening to the final disintegration between father
and son.
Jack said nothing more, pulling in his head and slamming the pane down with a
shattering crash.
"He won't try anything," Bob muttered, taking Debbie's hand again and leading her
down the drive to his car.
She stepped in without saying a word, nuzzling close to her cousin's body as they
started up and headed back down to the main highway.
It was several minutes before Debbie spoke.
"It feels good to get away," she said, snuggling cozily next to Bob's warm body. "But
I've got no money. I don't know what I'm going to do."
Bob smiled, curling his fingers tightly around the wheel.
"Don't worry. IH call my dad tomorrow. I think you ought to get some of the royalties
on those books. He'll listen – at least for a while. I think it'll work out for you. Then,
too, you've got the farm. It's still in your name, right?" he asked, turning toward her.
Debbie nodded affirmatively.
"Then sell it. You don't need it for anything. With that cash you can do anything you
damned well please."
Debbie thought about what Bob said. In a few minutes her lips curled into a smile. Yes,
she would have money and the power to do anything she wanted. And right now, she
thought of her cousin's hard body, his equally hard cock, and the wild sensations it
made when he sank into her squishy pussy.
"Oh yess, let's keep going," Debbie cooed, blowing in Bob's ear and letting her right
hand stray over the growing bulge between her cousin's legs. It had been hell. But now
she would reap the sweet harvest from the bitter planting. It would be a good year after
all, she thought as the car roared through the night north towards San Francisco...


THE END
