Olympic Trials
by Jay Wood
(STAG-178)


FOREWORD 

Romantic love and sexual love have long been confused in a society which has 
so many hang-ups it doesn't know how to tell the difference without 
blushing. Consequently, it has long been a standard error for teenaged girls 
to confuse the desire of their bodies for sex with the desire of their minds 
for romance. 

Boys have been somewhat better treated-though not awfully so. The notorious 
double standard has worked in their favor. They grow up knowing that the 
greatest coup is to rip off as many pieces of ass as possible, and that with 
a dress over their faces, all girls are alike-to put it in the worst terms 
of male chauvinism. 

However, things are changing. Girls are starting to realize there is a 
difference between sexual pleasure and real love. If it is possible to 
define "real" love. 

This is a book about real teenagers and only incidentally about the wider 
scope of artificial competition such as takes place on the track field. The 
competition that matters is internal and concerned with such elements as how 
a boy or girl feels about sex, and how they react to these feelings, and if 
they grow up repressed and distorted. 

Sex is a natural element in life, and it has to be experienced to be dealt 
with. A wrong start is not the end of the world and to err is human, as Jay 
Wood makes clear in his latest novel about sex and the budding girl. 

-THE PUBLISHER 

 CHAPTER ONE 

"Hey, I won't hurt you, Cathy! I promise! Just let me try it, huh? You're 
ready for it, I know you are!" 

"But it's so big! God, I never knew a guy could be so big! Ohhh, Pete, I'm 
afraid! I'm afraid if s going to hurt too much!" 

Oh, stop that spineless sniveling and get on with it, Debbie Roman thought 
to herself. You silly little bitch, you're not likely to get a chance to 
make it with any guy who's half as foxy as Pete and you know it! So just let 
him slip your panties off and then lie back and spread your legs! You know 
you 're dying to let him fuck you! That's what you came up here for, isn't 
it? 

Debbie squirmed forward, snaking under the heavy brush, and worked her way 
closer to the edge of the little clearing. She took great care to make not a 
single sound, though she expected that Pete Roman, her nineteen year old 
brother, and Cathy Simmonds, the latest in a long line of girls to develop a 
crush on him, would be so fully occupied that they would hear nothing. 
Another three feet brought her under a large, thick oleander which she 
parted slightly, just enough to enable her to look down into the clearing. 

Just as she thought, Pete was already naked. He had stripped off his 
navy-blue warm-up suit, the tee shirt and the shorts, along with his jock 
and his training shoes. He had spread the warm-up suit out on the thick 
grass, making a sort of pallet, and lay beside a tall, slender girl. Cathy, 
a senior at Debbie's high school and a member of its track team-she had 
visions of amounting to something as a middle distance runner, though Debbie 
knew that the girl lacked the inner toughness needed to make her a real 
champion-had leaped at the chance to train with Pete. Only a sophomore at 
the local university, Pete had already established himself as a powerful 
long distance runner and was widely thought to have a good chance of making 
the U.S. Olympic team, perhaps in the 12,000 meter event or possibly as a 
marathon runner. 

"Ohhhh, God, don't kiss me there!" Cathy moaned as Pete lowered his lips to 
one of her magnificent breasts. "Mmmmmm, you're making me hornier than 
ever!" 

Debbie had to admit that Cathy's breasts were truly superb works of art. A 
sharp twinge of envy shot through her own heart when she saw the utter 
beauty of those big, marvelously sculpted mounds, each with its own 
needle-pointed nipple and the big, flushed areole crowning the firm, 
ivory-hued globes. Her own breasts, firm but very small, often looked like 
little more than a nipple, though they were fiercely sensitive. She had to 
admit that her small breasts were probably an advantage for her. A budding 
track star in her own right, she was almost certainly due to represent her 
country at Montreal in the 400 meter dash. This fact had led certain silly 
newspaper writers to call Debbie and Pete the "Koman Comets." She had often 
seen girls with big breasts making utter fools of themselves on the track. 
Nothing looked more ridiculous, she thought, than to see a pair of mammoth 
boobs bouncing and flopping about under a track jersey. The jouncing motion 
became especially irritating when a girl lost her natural rhythm, having run 
herself out, and began running at an awkward pace. That usually happened to 
Cathy Simmonds, she knew, and she scorned the girl for her ineptitude. 

On the other hand, a large set of boobs generally attracted attention from 
boys. Pete seemed to be particularly attracted to girls well endowed in that 
area and Debbie especially resented Cathy for her success in provoking 
Pete's interest. She adored her brother and would eagerly have accepted the 
chance to take Cathy's place next to him at that moment. 

Yeah, and there's about as much chance of that happening as there is of me 
starting to grow a beard! the girl ruefully told herself as she thought of 
lying beside her strikingly handsome brother. 

God, what does he see in that cow? Just another easy lay, that's all! And 
she's acting like she doesn't even want him to fuck her! What a stupid idiot 
she is! She's just a cockteaser, that's all she is! Yeah, she leads him on 
and shakes her tits at him and now, when he's all hot to ram his meat up her 
cunt, she's acting like she's got the biggest cherry in Walnut Valley! 

Debbie felt even more jealous of the raven-haired girl as she watched Pete 
kiss and tongue her nipples. Her own breasts were so sensitive that she 
could come simply from having them caressed properly, not that any of the 
boys interested in dating her possessed that skill. On the rare occasions 
when she had managed to get a boy to kiss her breasts she had quickly felt 
thunderous waves of orgasmic joy pounding through her loins. The mere 
thought of having someone as handsome as Pete, a really good-looking youth 
who enjoyed a girl and knew how to arouse her, kissing her breasts sent 
agonizing spasms of sexual hunger ripping through her cunt. 

Pete had already slipped Cathy's jacket and teeshirt off, along with the bra 
she wore, and had one hand thrust down the front of her warm-up pants. As 
his mouth worked miracles of sexual arousal on the girl's big breasts, he 
gradually slipped the knit nylon warm-u ppants down lower. Debbie's lips 
curled with disgust when she saw that Cathy was actually wearing underwear! 
The bra was probably a necessity, she had to admit to herself, but as for 
wearing skimpy, frilly bikini panties, that was sheer madness. Debbie wore a 
warm-up suit toolike Pete, she had come out into the hills around Walnut 
Valley to do her daily stint of cross country running-but under it she wore 
only a tee shirt and shorts, the no-nonsense outfit of a truly dedicated 
runner who intended having a hard, productive workout. 

Cathy seemed to be torn between opposite reactions as Pete's big, skilled 
hands worked the scarlet warm-up pants down her thighs. At times she seemed 
to struggle against him, as if to protect the hypocritical facade of virtue 
she was projecting. At other times she gave every indication of wanting to 
be completely naked. Once the tightly fitting warm-up pants were around her 
ankles Pete left them there, since the vital areas were now already exposed 
to his hands. Her long, slender thighs quivered convulsively as his fingers 
played over them, caressing the smooth, super-sensitive skin in soft, 
swirling motions that brought his hand ever closer to the dark 'vee of 
tightly curled hair growing at the base of her belly. Her thighs clamped 
tightly together at times, as if to hide that warm slit between them, but 
then at other times they spread wide, inviting his most intimate touch. 

Debbie happened to be situated in a spot that gave her an excellent vantage 
point. As Cathy's beautiful thighs swung open she could look directly 
between them. No more than fifteen feet from the couple, she was able to see 
every detail of Cathy's fully developed slit. That sight gave her own flesh 
a definite charge of sexual energy. Unlike several of her fellow athletes, 
Debbie had never felt a strong attraction to her own sex. Laura Reynolds, 
for example, a senior at her high school and a state champion in the hundred 
yard dash, frankly wanted girls as sexual partners and made no secret about 
it. Had she not been one of the top runners in the country the school 
authorities would probably have booted her out for her flagrant behavior, 
especially with Ann Benson, the high school's leading contender in the 
shotput and discus events. 

Ann Benson! Debbie thought, wrinkling her nose in disgust. That cow, that 
animal! Yes, she gets it on with Laura all the time, I know they do! That 
pair of fucking queers! I wonder what they do? Suck each other off? Ohh, 
that Laura, that horny little bitch, I'd like to see her trying to go down 
on that cow! 

Despite her disdain for Laura and Ann, Debbie had always been highly 
susceptible to sexual activity of any kind, or even the hint of it. When 
Laura and Ann paraded their naked bodies through the locker room at school, 
wet from the shower, Debbie sneaked looks at them and felt her own pussy 
growing warm and wet with excitement. Once she had surprised the lascivious 
pair in the shower room, both under the same shower head. Ann had her hand 
thrust between Laura's thighs and was obviously giving the lithe little girl 
a hand job. Debbie's quick eye had caught the clenching, spasmodic motion of 
Laura's buttocks as she tightened them and jigged back and forth against 
that carefully placed hand. Ann had seen her over Laura's shoulder and had 
merely grinned, continuing to fingerfuck the girl with steady strokes. 

Thus the sight of Cathy Simmonds' pussy affected Debbie in a powerful way. 
As she spread her thighs once more and heaved upward, stabbing her loins 
into the air, the pressure of her thigh muscles forced the outer fold of 
flesh apart. A thick growth of dark, curling hair completely framed the 
girl's slit. There was even a little patch of hair between her pussy and her 
asshole, Debbie noted with surprise, and that made the deeply flushed 
crevice even more provocative. The inner lips, big and moist with 
excitement, hung down like halves of a big, dark fruit. Pete's middle finger 
brushed those dark lips, touching them lightly. A low, whimpering moan of 
utter delight escaped from Cathy's throat. She surged upward with her hips 
to press her loins against his hand more firmly. 

Oh, she wants it, she's really hot for it! Debbie thought. Mmmm, look at how 
she's humping his hand! She's dying to get his big cock deep in her cunt, 
little bitch! God, I hope he fucks her right out of her mind! It'd do her 
good, getting a real man inside her cunt for once! 

Debbie's gaze strayed away from that deliciously aroused slit and fell on 
Pete's lust-stiffened prick. He happened to be lying in a way that gave her 
a fair view of most of that tool's thick length and it affected her far more 
directly and powerfully than had the sight of Cathy's pussy. At least as 
thick as three of her fingers and rearing up from his loins for a good eight 
inches, the broad, meaty shaft soared straight to a swollen tip. The 
foreskin remained pulled down over the head, obscuring that bulging knob, 
and his balls hung low between his thighs. Debbie could not imagine a more 
manly fucking implement than that one, nor could she conceive of one that 
she wanted more for herself. 

Pete took Cathy's right hand and guided it down to the stem of his cock. She 
flinched, at first wanting to pull her hand away, but then the tool's 
lustful magnetism took hold of her and her fingers curled around its great 
heft. She caressed it slowly, tenderly, and it seemed that the rod grew even 
more as her fingers made it harder than ever. She ran the tips of her 
fingers over his balls too, caressing them lightly and fondling the big eggs 
enclosed in the almost hairless sack of wrinkled purple skin. 

"It's just so big!" Cathy murmured. "Oh, wow, I never knew they got to be 
this big! Mmmm, are you sure it won't hurt me? Wouldn't it ... well, tear 
me? Rip me apart? Oh, Pete, I do want to, you know I do! But I'm afraid! I'm 
afraid it'll hurt too much!" 

"No, we'll take our time," Pete assured her. "You'll have lots of time to 
get used to it, baby, you can be sure of that. And if you're right, if you 
start hurting too much, well, we'll just stop, that's all. It isn't worth 
it, not if it hurts you too much. But you'll be able to handle it, I know 
you will! And then you'll really get into it, I'll bet on that! Mmmmm, I 
can't wait to get it in you! You're so tight, so hot and wet! It'll be good, 
Cathy, it really will!" 

As he murmured those assurances into her ear, he worked the tip of his 
middle finger between the inner lips of her pussy. The girl groaned loudly 
and gave an ecstatic quiver of sensual pleasure when she felt his finger 
working down the hyper-sensitive furrow between the lips of her pussy, 
traversing that richly oiled canal between her clitoris and that taut, 
highly inflamed mouth of her cunt. Pete fingerfucked her slowly, teasing her 
along, and continued working his lips and tongue over her big red nipples. 

Once, as he was manipulating her pussy, she sucked in a quick breath of air 
and thrust against him with special force. Soft, moaning sounds of delight 
escaped from her throat as she fucked herself against his finger, thrusting 
hard and gripping him tightly with her thighs. Suddenly she stiffened her 
entire lower body and brought her hips completely off the rumpled warm-up 
suit on which she lay. Powerful tremors of ecstasy pulsed through her thighs 
and belly. 

Debbie watched intently. She knew that the girl was having an orgasm and the 
sight of that lithe, lovely body throbbing with ecstasy moved her greatly. 
She would have loved to slip a hand between her own tightly clenched thighs 
but she dared not. She knew that she would never be able to suppress her own 
animal-like groans if she brought herself off and it would not do for Cathy 
to learn that she was being observed. Debbie gritted her teeth and forced 
her hands to remain tightly clasped in front of her. 

"Ohhh, God, you did it!" Cathy murmured wonderingly. "You really did it! You 
made me come! Wow, I couldn't believe it was happening and then all of a 
sudden it was just all over me! Mmmmmm!" 

"That was just a beginning," Pete told her. "There's a lot more of that in 
store for you, girl!" 

That first climax had merely whetted Cathy's appetite and she responded more 
ardently than ever to Pete's caresses. Working under his guidance, she 
peeled back the foreskin of his prick, rolling the loose covering skin off 
the head with slow pressure that Debbie found intoxicatingly beautiful. The 
broad, flaring head emerged in a truly sensual fashion and was soon 
completely exposed. The rim of the glans spread wide, overshadowing the 
broad shaft like a gigantic, obscene mushroom. Cathy stared at the treasure 
her fingers had uncovered for a moment, as though she could not believe what 
she had found. 

"Here, I'll let you feel it a little," Pete said. "Just enough to let you 
get a hint of what it might be like later on!" 

With that he pushed her onto her back and gently placed his body between her 
thighs. Cathy reluctantly complied and Debbie could see that she still had 
serious doubts about whether she ought to allow him to plant that massive 
beam between the lips of her pussy. Pete's greater strength and 
determination quickly settled the issue, not that Cathy resisted him very 
strongly. She was powerfully pulled by her frantically aroused cunt, which 
continued churning out pleas for relief from the sexual tension which 
gripped her loins, and she easily allowed herself to be persuaded to go 
along with his scheme. 

Once he was on her and between her thighs, Pete began pushing the naked head 
of his prick up and down that richly aroused furrow between the lips of her 
pussy. The soft, spongy head glided easily over those swollen lips, once it 
had acquired a coating of the delicately scented oil which poured from the 
depths of her fiercely stimulated cunt. As Pete worked his hot cock over the 
girl's pussy, touching her clitoris and then forcing the head between the 
lips, so that it rubbed suggestively against the taut mouth of her cunt, he 
continued assuring the girl that she would be able to adjust herself to its 
considerable bulk without great difficulty. 

Debbie could see Cathy's indecision gradually melting into a willingness to 
attempt the lascivious experiment. At Pete's suggestion, she took his cock 
into her own hands and began rubbing it against her pussy. The shift allowed 
her to hold that hot, sensual head against the parts most wanting attention 
and, of course, greatly increased her desire for him. When Cathy lifted her 
feet and placed her legs around Pete's hips, locking her heels together 
behind his buttocks, Debbie knew that the girl had irrevocably committed 
herself to the fuck. 

"Sure, you just hold it down there so it'll go in easy," Pete told her. "And 
me, I'll just press against you a little, so you can see what if s going to 
feel like. I won't put it in, not all the way, not till you tell me to!" 

Debbie could close her eyes and visualize the way her brother's magnificent 
cock fitted against the moist, throbbing cleft. She had examined her own 
pussy often enough to have the feminine outlines firmly imprinted in her 
mind and she knew that the bulb-like tip of his prick would nestle down 
against the crescent-shaped opening like a ball fitting into a well-oiled 
socket. As he lowered himself down onto her, pressing gently, his weight 
would force the head of his cock into that tight little cleft, forcing it 
apart and dilating it until it clasped his prick in a wet, hot grip and 
fitted perfectly. 

"Mmmm, it feels so sexy!" Cathy exclaimed. "Oh, wow, it's so hot! Ooooh, it 
makes me want to...." 

"What?" Pete asked in an easy, conversational tone. "What does it make you 
want to do, Cathy? C'mon, tell me!" 

"Omigod, it makes me want to fuck!" she moaned. "It makes me want to feel 
that big thing going in, all the way in, all the way up my cunt!" 

"Do you want me to give it to you?" 

"God, yes!" the girl cried out after only a second's hesitation. "Do it to 
me, Pete! Do it to me now! Fuck me and let me feel it all the way up my 
cunt! Ohhh, drive it up my cunt and fuck me to death!" 

He did not wait for her to have any second thoughts. Tensing his buttocks, 
he swayed against her and then slid into her cunt with a smooth thrust that 
sent about a third of his brutally large prick slicing into her flesh. That 
first thrust brought a whooping cry of exultation to the girl's lips and she 
dug her fingers into his back, clawing at him in her moment of supreme 
anguish. Her cries of pain quickly trailed away, however, and were replaced 
by throaty yelps of encouragement. Her hips began swaying from side to side 
and within a very short time she was fucking back at him with unbridled 
ferocity. 

"Ugghhh! Ooooohhh!" she grunted as she humped up at his pistoning cock. 
"Ohhhh, get it on! Agghhh! All the way in! Ooooh! Uhhh! Now fuck, now fuck 
hard, damn you, drive it all the way home! Ahhhh, all the way up my cunt! 
Ohhhh, Pete, you're killing me, you're tearing my cunt in two! Mmmmm, work 
it harder, baby, work it in and out and in and out and ... annngghhh! 
Owwwwww! Omigod, I'm almost there, I'm about to come again! Ohhhhh, do it 
now! Shoot your nuts off, shoot your fucking nuts off and come! Drown me 
with come! Unnnngghhhhh!" 

Debbie's eyes widened when she saw and heard the rapidity of Cathy's 
response. She was frankly surprised at the urgency of the girl's pleas. She 
would never have believed that Cathy Simmonds would respond so quickly or so 
strongly to the stimulus of Pete's big prick. There was no way to deny the 
girl's delight in feeling that massive shaft working into the depths of her 
cunt, though, or to obscure the fact that she was enjoying the act with 
immense gusto. Nor was there a way to get around the fact that Pete was 
fucking her with genuine, allout abandon. Evidently her cunt's fit excited 
him greatly and he was ready to let himself go with all the power at his 
disposal. 

Grunting out suddenly, he reached down to take her plunging, writhing 
buttocks in his big hands. Pulling her up to him, he slammed his prick into 
her cunt with a sudden surge of bull-like strength, planting every inch of 
that big rod squarely in her flesh. Cathy writhed against him and clawed 
even more desperately at his back when she felt his cock begin jerking deep 
inside her cunt and spitting out the thick jets of hot, sticky love-cream. 

"Aurrgghhh!" Pete groaned. "Shake that ass, baby, shake it down! Mmmm, 
you're milking my cock! Suck it out, baby, suck the come out!" 

"Come! the girl cried. "Ohhh, God, come! Shoot it all over my cunt! Ooh, 
Pete, your balls are up against my asshole! Oh, wow, you're killing me, 
you're killing me with cock! Unngghhhh! Aiiieeeee! Ohh, fuck me harder!" 

 CHAPTER TWO 

Debbie's head reeled with passion as she watched the culmination of her 
brother's frantic lovemaking with Cathy. She could see the slow, rhythmical 
flexing of his naked buttocks as they contracted in time with the pulsations 
of his cock. She could not see his prick entering the girl's tight cunt-his 
balls hung down far enough to obscure that vital connection-but she knew 
that the big rod would be swelling and pounding as it forced great spurts of 
streaming jism up its length and into Cathy's wildly aroused cunt. 

Debbie pressed her thighs together and pressed her lovemound into the earth 
beneath her, an involuntary response to the maddening scene being played out 
in front of her. Her actions brought a slight measure of relief to her 
tortured loins, but not the powerful thrill of total sexual release that she 
most needed at that moment. It was enough to quell the worst of the 
agonizing pangs that threatened to tear her womb apart, however, and she 
managed to lie quietly without drawing attention to herself. 

She was not certain what Pete would do if he caught her spying on him. He 
made no effort at hiding his promiscuous ways from her. Indeed, he would 
have had difficulty in doing so, since they trained together and spent far 
more time together than most brothers and sisters. If she were to disrupt 
his assignation with Cathy, she was certain, he would be enraged but she was 
not sure to what lengths his anger might take him. Discretion, propriety and 
caution all agreed that she would do better to keep very still and avoid 
being detected in the act of watching the couple. 

Emitting a long, low sigh of relief, Pete lowered himself onto Cathy's inert 
body and gradually relaxed. She had kicked one foot free of the warm-up 
pants and her panties during the frantic preliminaries, just before he had 
gotten between her thighs, and her garments were now twisted crazily around 
one ankle. She relaxed the grip of her long, powerful thighs and stretched 
them out beside his smooth, almost hairless legs. Her hands, formerly claws 
of passionate arousal, now became instruments of tenderness as she lightly 
caressed his back and ass with long, gentle strokes. 

"Mmmm, it didn't hurt at all!" she murmured into his ear. "Oh, Pete, it was 
just so fucking good! I thought I was going to die when I felt that first 
come hit me. It was like something was pulling me all apart inside. But then 
you started to cream and ... ahhhh, I thought you were going to come 
forever!" 

"Hey, you really like to feel a guy go off inside you?" he asked. "Is that 
really a sexy feeling? Can you feel it good?" 

"Ooooh, ever so good! Yeah, I could feel it! It felt like somebody'd rammed 
a fire hose up my cunt! And oh! That come! So hot! Oh, wow, I could feel 
that good stuff splashing all over and squirting out so strong! Man, it just 
made me want to come forever!" 

Debbie ground her teeth in frustration. She had never been privileged to 
have that sensation and she bitterly regretted the fact. None of the boys 
interested in dating her had impressed her favorably enough for her to grant 
them any kind of freedom with her body, much less the favor of putting their 
pricks into her ripe young cunt. Far back in her mind she harbored the 
notion that Pete might some day see her as a woman, rather than as a pal, 
and take the necessary steps to relieve her of her virginity, though she did 
not ordinarily allow that thought to come to the surface of her mind. 

"Hey, that's neat!" Pete exclaimed, breaking Debbie's train of thought for 
the moment. "Where'd you learn how to make your cunt squeeze like that? I 
never felt anything like that before!" 

"Oh, if s just something I picked up last year," Cathy told him with more 
than a hit of smug pride in her voice. "I was reading this magazine and it 
had some ideas about how to train the muscles down there. Like it?" 

"Wow, it's wild! It really is! Man, it's like you had your hand around my 
cock! Oh, yeah, baby, I really like that! Mmmm, you're making me want some 
more of that good stuff!" 

"I was hoping for something like that," Cathy told him. "That's the general 
idea, you know. But this time, I'd like something a little different. Yeah, 
I think I'd like to go down on you! How about it, Pete? Think I could coax a 
little more come outta that prick of yours?" 

My God, she's really serious about doing it! Debbie thought to herself. And 
here I was thinking that she was jus t a cockteaser! And that she had a 
cherry too! Man, the girl's something else! Is she for real? Is she really 
going to go down on him right now? Oh, wow, what a trip! To suck his big, 
beautiful cock right after he'd fucked you, when it had sweet, hot come all 
over it and all that stuff, oh, shit! 

Pete, like Debbie, found Cathy's proposal startling and he made no attempt 
to hide his surprise. Cathy assured him that she loved fellating a fellow 
and that the act was never better than immediately after a long, intensely 
arousing session of lovemaking, one that culminated in a fierce, 
all-consuming orgasm for both parties. Her animated assurances were 
convincing enough and Pete found himself warming to the subject far quicker 
than he would have anticipated. In the very prime of life and physically fit 
to a degree known to only a very few people, he possessed amazing 
recuperative powers and his youthful vigor helped insure that his balls 
would quickly recharge themselves with a satisfying large amount of sperm. 

"Mmmm, it tastes a hundred time better after a good fuck," Cathy assured 
him. "It's like your spunk, getting together with my cunt's drip and all 
that stuff, they just go together to make the grooviest taste ever! I really 
love it! And besides, tasting all that good stuff, and your cock being so 
wet and all, it'd just naturally remind me of how much fun I had getting in 
that shape, and so ifs a hundred times sexier than ever!" 

"Wow, you make it sound like candy!" Pete exclaimed. "You know, I never 
thought about going down on a girl after we'd gotten it on, but you just 
might have made a believer out of me! Yeah, I think I might try it myself!" 

"Mmmm, I bet you'll love it," Cathy promised. "A horny, well-hung brute like 
you, I'll bet you like everything about sex and sucking and stuff! Yeah, if 
you really give me some good head, I'll just ... ohh, wow, I'll give you a 
treat you won't ever forget, I can promise you that!" 

Debbie's head whirled madly as she listened to the couple. She had never 
before wanted to have a fellow's prick in her mouth. She had the usual 
notions about that act, associating the male sexual organ with 
uncleanliness. Cathy's excited description of the act now gave her a very 
different viewpoint. She felt her own lips curling with anticipation and at 
that moment, if Pete had discovered her presence and told her to do so, she 
would willingly have taken his cock into her own mouth. 

She had masturbated four boys and knew the ferocity with which their semen 
had spurted from their pricks at the ultimate moment. She remembered the 
warmth, the thick, sticky quality of that creamy ejaculate and at that 
moment she wanted nothing more than to feel Pete's massive cock exploding in 
her mouth and filling her throat with the concentrated essence of 
masculinity. She would gladly have swallowed every drop of his load if given 
the chance, she told herself, and she would have continued sucking at his 
prick until she had extracted the last fragment of sensation from the thick 
shaft. 

Spurred by Cathy's promises, Pete extracted his prick from her cunt and lay 
down beside her. Debbie got a good look at the shining, glistening tool as 
the girl knelt over him, spreading her knees beside his head and lowering 
herself to bring her pussy to within the reach of his lips. Every inch of 
her brother's big cock was covered with the creamy goo he had shot into 
Cathy's ripe young cunt. His balls glinted wetly too. She supposed that it 
was mostly the result of Cathy's excitement and was the girl's own slippery 
lubricant. Debbie knew that her own pussy had generated a fierce flow of 
that rich oil and that she would be covered with the musk-scented fluid from 
one end of her crack to the other. The sight made his big balls even more 
attractive, she decided, and she felt a sharp pang of pure envy when she 
thought of Cathy having all that delicious looking treat to herself. 

What's that silly little bitch ever done to deserve something like that? She 
asked herself. Ohhh, god, if only I could ... I can't even think about it! 
Mmmmm, if he'd only let me do it to him! 

Debbie tortured herself with those and similar thoughts as she watched Cathy 
bend forward and neatly take the head of Pete's stiff, obscenely moistened 
prick into her mouth. The girl did not touch the tool with her fingers. She 
merely sucked the naked head up off his belly and threw it into her mouth, 
then pressed down on it so that the shaft ran further between her lips. A 
low, throbbing moan of ecstatic approval welled from her throat as she 
caught the first strong flavor of their fucking. 

"Oh, wow, that's the way!" Pete called out. "Mmmm, I really dig that! Hey, 
your cunt's ... mmmm! Yeah, I see what you mean! Ooooh, great taste!" 

Debbie had caught the movement of his head as he lifted his mouth to the 
apex of her thighs. She visualized the hairy slit lying there, the lips 
forced open by her widespread stance, and a shiver of lustful desire ran 
through her body once more. She tried to imagine a ripe, well-fucked pussy 
in that pose, then endowed it with a thick, hearty trickle of fresh come. 
She saw, in her mind's eye, the rivulet of erotic cream seeping from the 
dark, fleshy lips, welling out of the tight little cuntal opening and 
seeping down to flow over the clitoris and then into that thatch of dark, 
curling hair. 

"Oh, man, that's just so out of sight I can't believe it!" Pete exclaimed 
after a moment of silence had elapsed. "Mmmmm, talk about tasty!" 

Cathy could not answer, since her mouth was stuffed full of hot, hard cock, 
but from time to time she emitted a hearty grunt of decided approval. As 
Debbie watched, she saw the girl take an incredible amount of her brother's 
cock into her mouth. As she worked her lips up and down the thick, hard 
shaft, she caressed his balls gently with her fingers. Debbie's eyes widened 
with surprise when she saw how completely the girl could engulf his cock 
with her mouth. 

Sweet fucking shit! she thought to herself. He's got to be fucking it right 
down her throat! There's no way on earth she could get all of that into her 
mouth without sticking it down her throat! My God, why doesn't it choke her 
to death? Ohhh, he's so fucking big. I wish I could do something like that! 

After a moment Cathy lifted her face up and moved away from him until only 
the head of his prick remained locked between her lips. She ground her face 
about viciously in a way that must have delivered a ferocious amount of 
sensual friction to Pete's cock, or so Debbie assumed. The youth groaned 
again, muttered an indistinct phrase and then began lifting his ass off the 
rumpled warm-up suit so as to work his cock in and out of Cathy's mouth. The 
girl accepted his quick thrusts with eagerness and continued working her 
face around in a slow, utterly sensual circle. 

"Oh, yeah, that's some kind of fucking!" Pete grunted. "Ohhhh, baby, I wish 
that could go on for ever!" 

"We can make it last as long as you want," Cathy told him. "I just love the 
feel of a big, stiff prick in my mouth! There's nothing so sexy, really!" 

"I wish I had all day," Pete said, "but I've got to finish this workout 
after a while. How about you? You want me to get you off again? Like for me 
to lick a good one out of your cunt?" 

"Why don't you lie back and let me suck you off?" she suggested. "Not that I 
wouldn't like to come in your mouth, of course, but maybe it would work 
better if we concentrated on getting you to come, huh? Yes, I think that 
would be best. You just lie there, Pete, and let me do the work. Or, if you 
want, you can tongue-fuck me a little whenever you want. Usually that makes 
me want to give a better blow job!" 

Debbie marveled at Cathy's frank, matter-of fact way of accepting such 
fantastically erotic behavior. She knew that the girl was only eighteen, not 
more than two years older than herself, and she certainly would never have 
believed that Cathy Simmonds had had any very extensive sexual experience. 
Yet here she was, carrying on as if she were the biggest whore in 
Christendom and, judging from Pete's ecstatic behavior, doing a very good 
job of it. Debbie did not even know of a girl who had gone down on a guy and 
she watched Cathy's skilled, obviously knowing performance with considerable 
shock. 

"Mmmm, your prick tastes so good!" Cathy muttered. "I've licked the front 
half clean, darling, and now I'm going to start on the other part, the part 
I couldn't get in my mouth. I'd have taken all of it except that I get a 
little cramped, lying like this. Sometime I'll do it though, I promise! 
Would you like to fuck me in the mouth, Pete? I mean, really fuck me? Shove 
your cock all the way in, all the way down my throat? I can do it like that, 
you know. You're a lot bigger than any guy I ever had before but I could 
take all of your cock, I know I could!" 

"Wow, that sounds like a gas! Pete said. "Some other time, hug? Right now, 
let's just stay the way we are, okay? I think I can really get off on this 
just the way it is right now!" 

Debbie's eyes nearly started from her head when she heard Cathy promise to 
take all of Pete's cock in her mouth. She could not conceive of such a feat, 
though she had already seen the girl's mouth enclosing at least two-thirds 
of that huge prod. No more than a couple or three inches of his prick had 
been outside her lips at one point, Debbie was sure, and she had not seen 
any overt display of discomfort on the girl's part. She could see no reason, 
therefore, why Cathy could not deliver on her promise, but even so she still 
found it almost impossible to believe that such a feat was possible. 

Regardless of the likelihood of the feat, Cathy was certainly devoting 
herself to Pete's come-smeared prick with all the relish anyone could wish 
for. She held the tool straight up in the air and worked her lips down the 
sides. Debbie could see her pink tongue flickering over the tool's 
ivory-hued shaft, covering every inch of that broad beam and licking away at 
the mingled flavors that made it so delectable a morsel. Gradually her lips 
worked lower on the shaft, nearing the base, and then she nuzzled into the 
thick mass of wiry, golden brown fur surrounding the junction of his prick 
and loins. Her tongue darted in and out, restlessly probing and tasting, and 
her lips worked down to his balls. Debbie almost shrieked with delight when 
she saw the slow, utterly sexual way in which Cathy ran her tongue over that 
heavy bag and licked it with an all too apparent greediness. Pete lifted his 
ass higher to accommodate her in her quest, she pried his buttocks apart and 
pressed the tip of one finger down against his anus. He responded sharply, 
grunting and quivering with marked physical reactions. 

Debbie marveled at the girl's ingenuity. She had only recently discovered 
that her own asshole had a surprising degree of erotic potential, having 
accidentally touched herself there while masturbating. Her initial 
explorations of anal eroticism were still continuing but she had learned 
enough to know that she could produce some amazingly sexual sensations 
merely by touching her asshole when she was highly aroused. 

Cathy now levered Pete's thighs further upward, a maneuver that brought his 
asshole into clearer view. The girl worked her tongue over his balls and 
then began licking down that tenderly erotic pathway, concluding with a 
sharp press of her tongue against the very rim of his anus. Pete groaned 
loudly and swore that he had never felt anything remotely like it before, 
certainly nothing that attacked his balls more directly or more powerfully. 

"Mmmm, you really need two people for that," Cathy told him, smiling at his 
pronounced reaction. "You know that Lauren Swendsen, that miler from Oak 
Hills High last year? She's the one who showed me about rimming a guy, we 
really got it on good with ... oh, you remember that little Mexican hurdler 
from San Gabriel College last year? God, was he ever hung, to be so little! 
Anyway, we took turns: first Lauren would suck his cock and I'd rim his 
asshole and then we'd switch around. I was going down on him when be blew 
off and holy shit, it was like somebody'd forgotten to turn off the faucet! 
Oh, wow, did that guy ever give me a mouthful that day! But if there was two 
of us, see, we could do both of them to you at once and I'll bet you'd 
really lay him in the shade! Oh, Pete, you've got such lovely, big balls! I 
know they're packed with come already, just waiting for me to suck it out of 
them!" 

Her recital of her erotic feats with Laura Swendsen, an athlete whom Debbie 
knew only by reputation, had apparently given her a great deal of sexual 
arousal and she began devouring Pete's cock again. This time her enthusiasm 
was even more clearly marked and she threw aside every semblance of 
restraint in her attempt to bring him to a quick and powerful climax. 

Pete had also been deeply stirred by her story, as well as by the incredibly 
sensual effect of her tongue playing over his asshole, and he responded with 
all the vigor his youthful body could muster. Cathy kept her finger firmly 
planted over that tiny, puckered opening and pressed down hard, though she 
could not force it into his rectum. The pressure alone sufficed to give his 
balls an extra charge of erotic energy and within a very short time he was 
fucking himself into her utterly receptive mouth with a frenzy which Debbie 
could hardly believe. 

"Unnnggghhhh!" he grunted, his voice twisted and distorted with passion. 
"Ohhh, God, get it on! Mmmmmm! You're sucking my nuts off, you're sucking 
them right up through my dick! Aurrgghhh! Again, do it like that again! 
Omigod, Cathy, suck! Suck hard! Ohhhh, baby, you're getting it, you're 
sucking me off! Agghhhh! I can't hold it, baby, I've to cream! Ohhh, suck! 
SUCK! SUCK ME NOW! ANNNGGGHHH-OWWWWWW!" 

Debbie watched as long as she could. At the very end, when Pete's throaty 
cries had trailed off into muffled grunts of pure pleasure, she could watch 
no longer and lowered her face to the earth. She still remembered the 
frantic way in which he had jabbed his cock back and forth in Cathy's mouth, 
however, and she could still see the big vein running along the tool's 
underside pulse repeatedly as it pumped out seemingly endless streams of 
hot, fresh spunk directly into the girl's mouth. Cathy took the load 
greedily and swallowed every drop, moaning softly as his prick continued 
spurting out fresh charges of hot, salty come in response to her tongue's 
brutally direct urging. 

 CHAPTER THREE 

Cathy would gladly have continued her lascivious exercises with Pete, a fact 
that she made abundantly clear. He wavered momentarily but then decided 
against it. He did not want to interrupt his training routine, he told her, 
and another climax with her might very well leave him prostrate for the day. 
Cathy accepted his decision calmly and moved off his warm-up suit, spreading 
her own on the grass and lying back on it. 

"I think I'll stay here a while longer," she said. "You know, just to let 
the strength get back in my legs a little. And to think about how nice it 
was, feeling your cock go off inside me! Mmmm, I might even do it to myself 
a little, just to keep high a while longer!" 

Pete grinned down at her and jogged off through the woods. With the Olympic 
tryouts less than six weeks away, he owed it to himself to have himself in 
top form for the grueling trials. He had an outside chance of making the 
team, not as good as Debbie's, but he did not want to see the opportunity 
lost because of his own negligence in training. His coaches would have been 
livid with rage if they had known how he had spent a half hour of his 
morning. They were stern and dedicated believers in celibacy and almost 
daily warned their athletes against the perils of sexual indulgence. Pete 
had learned for himself that an active sex life had no discernible effect on 
his athletic performance, so long as he did not overdo his amatory efforts, 
and he casually disregarded their preachments. Debbie felt proud of him for 
sticking to his self-imposed regime and she told herself that very few young 
men would have been able to jog away from so attractive a sight as Cathy. 

The long period of sexual arousal had made the girl's breasts even more 
beautiful, Debbie thought. Her face was brightly flushed and her dark eyes 
glittered brightly in the morning sun. Her nipples had hardened into twin 
cones of lustfully discolored flesh, clearly indicating her inner arousal, 
and the areoles had flushed darkly until they were almost a maroon color. 
Debbie had no doubt that the lips of the girl's pussy would be equally dark. 
Her own, she felt, must surely be the deepest, brightest shade of scarlet 
ever seen! And it would surely be moist and tingling with unsalted hungers. 

"Debbie? You can come out now," she heard Cathy say in an easy, 
conversational tone of voice. "I don't think he'll be back for a while. 
It'll be all right for you to show yourself now!" 

Debbie cautiously lifted her head at that. A feeling of stark terror passed 
through her body as she heard the words and she thought momentarily of 
trying to get away silently. The thick oleander bush prevented that. She 
would not be able to crawl out from under it without making a great deal of 
noise, not unless she were to proceed with the utmost caution. Peering 
around a clump of leaves, she saw that Cathy was looking directly toward 
her. 

"You can come out," Cathy repeated, her voice soft and coaxing. "I saw you a 
while ago, just when I started going down on Pete. The sun caught your hair 
just enough to cause a glint. Pete didn't see you, I'm sure of that. Please 
come out and talk to me, Debbie!" 

Debbie felt herself being pulled forward by that mightily persuasive voice. 
She realized, much to her surprise, that she actually was moving out from 
under the bush. Crawling forward, she slipped into the clearing and paused 
there, kneeling on her hands and knees as she watched the naked girl before 
her. Seen close up and without the barrier of the intervening leaves, Cathy 
looked more beautiful than ever, she realized, and she felt her body 
responding to the ardent sensuality of the girl's flagrant nudity. Cathy had 
sat up, crossing her legs before her, tailor fashion, and seemed quite 
oblivious of the fact that this position completely opened her pussy to 
Debbie's view. 

"I wondered who it might be," Cathy said, smiling warmly, "and then I 
remembered that Pete said something about suspecting that sometimes you 
followed him to watch him balling girls. Ohh, Debbie, you'll never know how 
much better it was for me, knowing that you were there watching me while I 
was sucking his big cock! Mmmm, it was just spectacular, the things I felt!" 

"You knew?" Debbie whispered, horrified at her disclosure. "All the time, 
you knew I was there?" 

"I had hoped you might be there, Cathy corrected her. "And then after I 
caught that glint of sunlight, then I was pretty sure. You mustn't feel bad 
about it, kid, really you mustn't. I can really get high on watching people 
ball! Mmmm, and it looks as though it affected you the same way!" 

"And ... and it didn't bother you?" Debbie asked. "Knowing I was there, I 
mean? That didn't turn you off?" 

"Ahhh, did it look as though I was turned off? You could ask Pete about 
that, except that you don't want him to know. I'll bet he'd tell you that he 
never had a more exciting blow job than the one I gave him! No, really, it 
didn't bother me! Quite the opposite, in fact. Strange, but I've always been 
that way-turning on more if someone was watching, I mean. I guess it's a 
little kinky or something but what the hell, if it works, go with it!" 

Debbie tried to apply that idea to herself and came up with a total blank. 
Having had no experience of sexual intercourse, she could scarcely imagine 
that act, much less how she would feel if she knew that someone were 
watching her as she ground her loins against a young man and worked the 
tight, slippery rim of her cunt up and down the throbbing shaft of his cock. 

"How about you?" Cathy asked. "Does it turn you on more? Having someone 
watch, I mean?" 

"I ... I don't know," Debbie admitted. "I ... I've never done it with a guy. 
I just can't decide what I'd think about that." 

"Ahh, so you are a virgin!" Cathy muttered, looking at her with more 
interest. "It isn't because ... well, because you don't like guys, is it? I 
mean, you aren't gay? Oh, wow, what if you were! And I made it with the both 
of you in the same morning! How about it, Debbie, want to try it on with me? 
Mmmm, I'd just love to go down on you! Or maybe you'd rather do it to me? 
Maybe you'd like to lick some of Pete's come out of my cunt!" 

Debbie's cheeks burned as she heard the audacious proposals from the girl. 
Her entire body hummed vibrantly, responding sharply to the sexuality 
emanating from Cathy's face and body, but she told the girl that she did not 
think she would be able to engage in homosexual activities. 

"I mean, you're pretty and all," she added, stammering and blushing even 
more violently, "but ... gee, I just don't think I'd like to do it with a 
girl!" 

"It doesn't matter," Cathy told her. "Me, I can go either way and I love it, 
no matter who I'm with. As long as they're attractive and hot, of course! 
How about just watching? Maybe you'd like to sit there and watch while I get 
myself off, then! Mmmm, I just love to fingerfuck myself, don't you? You 
must like it, you're Pete's sister, after all! Yes, I can tell that you're 
just as horny as he is, in your own way! Let's do it together, Debbie! Let's 
fingerfuck ourselves and watch each other come!" 

A bout of mutual masturbation had been the farthest thing from Debbie's 
trouble young mind when she had emerged from under the oleander bush. She 
had intended bringing herself off, to be sure, but she had expected that 
Cathy would leave the clearing with Pete and that she would have the open 
area to herself. 

Debbie was no stranger to masturbating with another girl. Carol Connett, in 
fact, had taught her how to manipulate her smooth, hairless pussy almost six 
years ago, and they had shared many an exciting round of self-stimulation 
until Carol had moved away. Since that time Debbie had indulged in the 
forbidden pleasure with several other girls, usually close friends who were 
spending the night at her house. Sometimes they did it furtively, neither 
wanting to admit to the other what they were doing. More often they faced 
the matter frankly and performed more openly. In either case, Debbie now 
realized, she had probably felt a little more stimulation when another girl 
had been present. 

Cathy clinched the matter by bringing her right hand between her own parted 
thighs and touching the flaring lips of her own pussy lightly. Debbie's hot, 
fevered eyes followed the path of that gently stroking finger and she felt 
her own slit begin throbbing with a harder, much more insistent beat. Almost 
beside herself with desperate arousal, she stood up and quickly stripped off 
her warm-up suit. Her running shoes, shorts and teeshirt quickly followed 
and then she was standing naked before Cathy. 

"Mmmm, what a lovely body!" Cathy breathed, frankly admiring her. "Are you 
sure you don't want to try it with me? I never realized how beautiful you 
are until just now! Mmmm, you've really got a body on you!" 

Cathy's praise was all the more effective for being unforced. Debbie, who 
had never thought of herself as especially attractive, saw that the girl was 
quite sincere. She had originally been quite shy about displaying herself in 
front of Cathy, especially because of the disparity in size between their 
breasts, but Cathy's evident admiration made her much more at ease. 

"Hey, you don't have to go on like that!" Debbie said, averting her eyes for 
a moment with genuine modesty. "I ... I couldn't even begin to come up to 
you. Not in looks, not ever." 

"Why thank you!" Cathy cried, smiling warmly. "But I guess you're a little 
shy because of your breasts, right? I know I was, before mine started 
developing. Maybe it's the fucking that did it, I don't know, but they've 
become almost too big. Really, there are times when I wish that mine were a 
lot more like yours. Especially those nipples! Wow, they look so delicious!" 

Debbie glanced down and noticed her nipples at once. They had hardened into 
rigid, throbbing projections, each as large as the tip of a little finger 
and very long. They were dark with arousal and ached fiercely. She lifted a 
hand and touched them lightly, bringing a fierce shock of sexual excitement 
pulsing throughout her entire body. She flinched visibly and clamped her 
thighs together involuntarily. 

"Come on, spread your legs and show me everything!" Cathy ordered. She had 
continued rubbing the lips of her pussy lightly and now her voice took on a 
hoarse, throaty timbre that adequately betrayed her own lustfully aroused 
state. "Let me see your pussy, dear! Mmmm, I just love that little muff of 
yours! Just enough hair to draw attention to it but not too much, not enough 
to hide the, er, vital parts! Ohhhh, God, I'd love to suck you off!" 

Debbie wavered for a moment. No one had ever before accorded her such high 
praise, or spoken to her with such evident longing, and she felt a brief but 
incredibly powerful impulse to give in to the girl's wish. Having never 
before felt a mouth on her pussy, she was naturally attracted to the act and 
she felt very certain that it would prove irresistibly pleasing to her. She 
also felt very certain that Cathy would be able to kiss and tongue her 
innocent young pussy with a very high degree of skill, a conviction which 
made her waver even more. Finally she felt a cold chill of rejection running 
through her body and she knew that she would not be able to go through with 
the depraved act, no matter how superficially attractive it might appear at 
the moment. 

"Oh, wow, I just couldn't!" she whispered. "I could almost do it but ... I 
wouldn't be able to go through with it." 

"No problem," Cathy said. "Some people are wired up that way and some 
aren't, that's all. But I'll bet you'd like to give yourself a good ride, 
huh? Maybe stretch out here in front of me and get those fingers to work? 
How about if I were to get so you could see Pete's come running out of my 
pussy? Think maybe that would turn you one more? Yes, I'll bet it would!" 

"Huh? Didn't he ... get it all? Debbie asked, surprised at the girl's 
salacious proposal. "When he was doing it to you, I mean?" 

"Oh, no!" Cathy replied, grinning. "He started out pretty strong but once I 
warmed up and started my Grade A, Number One blow job, he couldn't do a 
thing but lie there and fuck that beautiful cock of his up into my mouth! 
No, there's lots of his jism left, dear; I can feel it inside. And my cunt 
is still tight enough to keep most of it inside, so I'm sure that not very 
much has dripped out!" 

"Oh, wow, that would be ... just out of sight!" Debbie muttered. "I don't 
know what it would be like but ... yeah, I think I could really get off on 
that!" 

Following Cathy's directions, she sat down on her own warm-up suit, which 
she had spread out on the grass in front of the girl. At first she felt a 
little self-conscious about displaying herself so openly to another girl. 
None of her other partners in masturbation had ever been quite so frank 
about their desire to look at her most intimate parts. But Cathy's admiring 
eyes quickly helped her get over that barrier. After a few moments she felt 
pride, rather than shame or embarrassment, and knew that another had found 
her sexually attractive. 

Debbie received another profound shock when Cathy spread the lips of her 
pussy wide with her fingers and exposed the inner canal. She saw that the 
rim of the girl's cunt was no larger than her own, a discovery that 
surprised her completely. She had expected that the immense girth of Pete's 
cock would have stretched the tender, pink opening considerably and she 
admitted as much when Cathy asked about her surprised expression. 

"Ohhh, that's just a silly old wives' tale!" Cathy told her, laughing gently 
at her lack of knowledge. "Debbie, a girl's cunt is flexible! I'll admit 
that I never had a guy as big as Pete, but I've had enough to have stretched 
it out, if it's ever going to stretch! And I swear to you that it's just as 
firm and tight as it was the day I got my first fuck!" 

Debbie remembered hearing Pete exclaim with rapturous delight at the 
marvelous tightness of the girl's cunt. It was true that almost any cunt 
would probably seem tight to him, given the enormous circumference of his 
mighty cock, but he had seemed especially impressed with the closeness of 
the fit between his fucking implement and the moist, hot, supercharged 
receptacle Cathy had provided for it. Perhaps Cathy was right, she told 
herself, and she had to admit, if only to herself, that her own experiments 
in masturbation had shown that her cunt could expand to a considerable 
degree and then spring back to its original shape almost instantly. Cathy 
generously offered to let her test the truth of her words for herself but 
she declined, fearing that if she were to reach out and touch the girl's 
wet, com-smeared pussy the act might be enough to commit her to other and 
even more compromising acts of perversion. 

Cathy made that ripe, utterly sensual slit even more arousing by her next 
act. Lying back and reaching between her thighs, she wormed both her index 
fingers into the mouth of her cunt. After penetrating herself far enough to 
be sure of a good trip, she gradually pried the opening apart. Debbie 
watched closely and felt a shudder of pure, animal-like sexuality pass over 
her young body. After opening her cunt, Cathy clenched her abdominal muscles 
and forced a huge glob of thick, mucilaginous semen from her cunt. She had 
positioned the other fingers of her hands directly below that lascivious 
opening, so that most of the rich sperm ran down into them. 

"Mmmm, it feels so good coming out!" the girl groaned. "Almost as good as 
when he's putting it in me! Ahhh, and now for the good part!" 

She cupped her hands and began working the lewd love-cream into her flesh. 
She rubbed her left hand over her pussy, smearing the sticky stuff over 
every surface of that highly charged slit, and brought her right hand up to 
her breasts. Debbie's heart raced madly when she saw Cathy anointing her own 
nipples with the cream which Pete's cock had shot into her cunt. After 
massaging her breasts and pussy thoroughly, she lifted her fingers to her 
mouth and licked them clean, an act which gave her a very high degree of 
lewd pleasure. 

"Sometimes, if a guy doesn't really want to go down on you after he's fucked 
you, you can coax him along by spreading the goo over your nipples," Cathy 
remarked. "Strange, but that really turns a lot of guys on! And once they've 
got their balls hot, they'll do just about anything! Mmmmm, that feels so 
good, rubbing that wet spunk over them!" 

Debbie had reacted violently to the sight of the girl smearing her body with 
Pete's come. The fact that the hot cream had so recently come from Cathy's 
cunt made the act all the more tantalizing, she felt, and she knew that her 
rapidly excited body would not be able to stand the torment for very long. 
She therefore stroked her pussy lightly, wanting to delay the climax for as 
long as possible and thereby have the chance of watching Cathy for a longer 
period of time. Even though she felt no desire to touch the girl's body 
herself, she recognized and strongly responded to Cathy's passion. 

Cathy worked a finger back and forth over the swollen lips of her pussy and 
occasionally dipped the tip of that finger into her hot little cunt. Each 
time the finger emerged with another load of her cunt's rich oil, mingled 
with the remnants of Pete's strong ejaculation, and the lubricating quality 
of that sensual salve greatly facilitated her finger's passage. After 
working herself into a state of near delirium, she altered her tactics and 
began exciting herself in a different fashion, one that Debbie found even 
more stimulating. 

The finger which had formerly worked over her pussy and into her cunt now 
moved down to stab at her anus, a switch that made Debbie's young heart thud 
madly with increased passion. She had earlier seen Cathy stroking her 
brother's anus and had thought that wildly erotic. Now the girl was 
fingerfucking her own ass and the sight had quite as much sexual aura about 
it. As she worked the finger into her ass-and it slipped into place easily, 
thanks to the lubricant with which it was coated-she brought her other hand 
down from her breasts to her pussy and began rubbing her clitoris with slow, 
deliberate motions. 

Debbie had been rubbing her own hand over her clitoris lightly, moving in 
the circular way that gave her the maximum amount of pleasure but holding 
back and restraining herself from rubbing full strength. The sight of 
Cathy's finger working deeper into her asshole proved to be too much, 
however, and she threw all restraint aside. 

"Ahhh, that's right!" Cathy purred, catching her shift and correctly 
interpreting its significance. "Fuck harder, Debbie! Fuck yourself harder 
and let's both come together! Do it, darling, do it and come! Let me see you 
come!" 

"Ooooh, I can't stop!" Debbie whimpered, tightening her abdomen and 
clenching her thigh muscles to increase the pressure on her tortured cunt. 
"Ugghhh! I can't keep it any more! I've got to let it ... unnnggghhh! 
Ahhhhhh! Aiiieeeee!" 

 CHAPTER FOUR 

Just before her brain dissolved into a churning mass of flaming sensitivity, 
Debbie realized that Cathy had also reached the same excited state. Together 
they squeezed and caressed their pussies, each in their own way, and coaxed 
the last remnants of sexual excitement from their bodies. Debbie squirmed 
about frantically in her effort at prolonging the sensual blast and 
succeeded in bringing a measure of relief to her highly aroused loins. 
Grunting with satisfaction, she slowly relaxed and allowed her hands to fall 
limply at her sides. 

"Mmmm, delicious!" Cathy breathed. "Well, not as good as if a guy had been 
banging his prick into me, but still fine!" 

"Is ... is it really so much better with a guy?" Debbie asked, curious to 
find out more about the act she had never experienced herself. "Or with a 
girl, maybe? Which is better?" 

"Oh, I guess I'd have to say that I really like it best of all with guys," 
Cathy admitted. "That's if the guy knows what he's doing, I mean. A real 
slob, a weenie-butt, he wouldn't be as good as doing it with a woman who 
really dug it, I'd have to say that, too. But that's the nice thing about 
sex, you know: there isn't any of it that's bad! It's all just good and 
better!" 

"And some is best," Debbie speculated. 

"Ahhh, some is best!" Cathy agreed. "Some is very definitely best! I guess 
you're wondering about Pete, huh? Well, it doesn't really make a lot of 
sense comparing one guy to another-you'll see what I mean when you start 
finding out yourself about all that-but there really is a best and I'd have 
to say that that bout with Pete just now, that's pretty close to it!" 

Debbie felt an absurd sense of pride at hearing the girl's praise of her 
brother. While it was nothing for which she could take any credit whatever, 
Cathy's assessment seemed to reflect favorably on the Koman family and that 
naturally appealed to Debbie. 

"Ah, so that's the way it is," Cathy remarked. Debbie looked up to see the 
girl looking closely at her. "I was wondering about that." 

"What?" Debbie asked, honestly confused. "That's the way what is?" 

"I was wondering why you weren't getting any action from guys," Cathy said. 
"I mean, I could see all along that you were attractive enough but I'd 
thought that you were put off because ... oh, maybe because they were all 
thinking about fucking you." 

"Well, that does seem to be what a lot of guys have in mind," Debbie 
muttered. "I mean, most of the time they just want to get you down and do it 
to you, that's all." 

"Sure, but that's a human enough reaction," Cathy told her. "After all, 
they're guys and we're girls! But that isn't really the reason you never 
made it with any of them, is it?" 

"Oh?" Debbie asked, feeling her hackles rise angrily at the way Cathy was 
probing her. "Then what is the reason? Have you got that figured out?" 

"Sure. You're saving it for Pete! Yeah, that's right-you've got a real, 
first-class crush on him! Wow, that's neat!" 

"Hey, that's not so! Christ, Pete's my brother! I couldn't make it with 
him!" 

Debbie's denial sounded wholly sincere, and at that moment she was being 
quite honest, as Cathy quickly saw. She conveniently forgot about her 
earlier fantasies involving Pete and now indignantly rejected the analysis. 
Cathy merely smiled and said nothing more about the subject. Debbie's 
outburst cut off the rapport which had grown up between them and they began 
assembling their clothing. Neither spoke upon leaving the clearing and they 
jogged off in different directions. Debbie had not gone far, however, when 
she had to admit the truth to herself. Cathy's remarks had come a lot closer 
to the truth than she liked to think. 

Oh, damn what would I do if he were to come to me, all naked and with that 
huge, lovely cock of his swollen up stiff like that? Debbie asked herself as 
she jogged along the winding trail through the woods. Yeah, just like it was 
when Cathy got it? Supposed he asked me to go down on him? Or maybe he 
wanted to stick it in my cunt and shoot off? Mmmmm, I just couldn't say no! 
He's so fucking handsome! God, I'd just die if he asked me, I know I would! 
Oh, wow, what if he got an idea about something like what Cathy was talking 
about-the two of us together working on him! God, it would tear me in two, 
having to sit there and watch him put that lovely prick of his up her cunt! 
Ugghhh! What if he wanted me to suck him after he'd fucked her? I'd die, I 
know I would! 

Debbie tortured herself with those and similar thoughts as she trudged 
through the woods. She often indulged herself in sexual fantasies while 
covering the six to eight miles she customarily ran each day. It was a 
necessary part of her training and she had long ago discovered that she 
could cover the miles much more easily if she forced her mind to concentrate 
on subjects far removed from her burning lungs and aching legs. Flights of 
sexual fantasy had proved especially effective in achieving that state and 
she customarily visualized herself engaged in a wide variety of sexual acts. 
Surprisingly often her partner in those exercises of erotic abandon was 
Pete, though she seldom allowed herself to dwell on the fact that he was 
also her brother. Most often she saw her partner as a stranger, a mysterious 
individual who happened by coincidence to resemble Pete. 

Debbie continued to watch her brother closely as they trained every day. 
Twice more, in the ensuing four days, she was certain that he interrupted 
his run through the woods to meet Cathy. At least she saw Cathy disappear 
into the trees and stay hidden for far longer than she needed to accomplish 
her own daily stint of cross-country running. On one occasion, she felt 
fairly sure, he met Janey Taylor, a lanky black girl who specialized in the 
mile, and on that occasion she almost weakened enough to try sneaking up to 
his favorite spots-which she knew very well, having spied on him before-in 
order to watch them fuck. 

The thought of Pete's smooth, lightly tanned flesh lying against Janey's 
chocolate-hued body intrigued her and she was close to making a foray into 
the woods when her coach called her over for a lengthy talk about strategy 
and tactics. These talks were getting to be more common, as the time for the 
Olympic tryouts became shorter, and Debbie knew that she could not afford 
skipping any of them. When she saw Janey jog out of the woods an hour later, 
though, with a contented, satisfied look on her strikingly handsome face, 
she knew that the girl had met her brother and had been thoroughly fucked. 
For the rest of that morning's workout Debbie could not rid her mind of one 
especially exciting image: she saw, over and over, Pete's lovely, 
ivory-colored prick flashing in and out of Janey's dark pussy and then 
withdrawing at the very end to spatter a rich flood of creamy sperm over the 
girl's ebony-tinged flesh. The stark contrast between the off-white of 
Pete's come and the dark flesh especially aroused her and she barely managed 
to stagger into the locker room and shower. 

Had the shower room not been half full of sweaty female athletes, Debbie 
would have masturbated under the shower merely to give herself a measure of 
temporary relief. She had sometimes done that but never when anyone else was 
in the showers with her. Some of the girls, she suspected, lacked that 
elemental restraint and she had observed a few who spent an inordinately 
long time in lathering their pussies and wiping the foam off. As it 
happened, she showered that day beside Janey and she writhed with impotent 
hunger upon seeing the girl work a bar of soap between her thighs and 
generate a rich flood of suds. 

The shameless little bitch! she thought, unable to ignore the performance. 
She's washing his come out of her cunt right here in the showers! I know 
that's exactly what she's doing! Ohhh, damn her, damn her to hell! Yes, 
she's standing there and working her fingers up into it, that's got to be 
it! Ohhhh, I wish I could.... 

She dared not finish the thought. A too explicit formulation of her desires, 
she feared, might bring on an even stronger attack of sexual hunger and she 
was not at all certain that she could withstand the pangs of the fierce 
desire already gnawing away at her loins. She quickly finished her shower 
and towelled herself dry, then left the locker room and went straight home. 
There she locked herself into her room and spent almost an hour in caressing 
her hot, juicy slit, bringing herself to repeated climaxes and still not 
wholly satisfying the incredibly vivid emotions lurking deep inside her 
womb. 

Exactly four weeks remained before the week of Olympic trials was to begin. 
The track and field athletes were competing at the University of Indiana 
campus and the athletes from Debbie's area who had been selected to compete 
arrived four days before the first trials. Debbie and Pete, therefore, had 
barely over three weeks in which to get themselves finely tuned for the 
competition and they were dedicated enough to use the time wisely. For all 
his lecherous ways, Pete had a very serious streak and was willing to work 
hard. 

Their work bore its fruit during the week at Bloomington, Indiana. Debbie's 
event was one of the first scheduled and she acquitted herself with skill, 
placing third and ensuring herself of a spot on the squad that would go to 
Montreal, barring injury. With her competition out of the way, she was able 
to devote herself to the lighter aspects of the tryout week. Pete, not due 
to run until every late in the week, kept to himself and became exceedingly 
grouchy as he keyed himself to higher and higher levels of concentration. 

Debbie was thus left to herself. She quickly became aware of the continued 
attentions of Herbert Manson, a half-miler and a very attractive youth of 
about twenty. All of six feet tall but weighing no more than a hundred and 
sixty pounds, he was extremely thin. He was also very black, a fact which 
caused the girl little or no concern. Since Herbie was so attractive, and 
since he was one of the first athletes ever to show any interest in her at 
all, apart from her last clocking, she became susceptible to his continued 
attention. Thus she readily agreed when, early one morning, he suggested 
that they do their cross country running together. 

After jogging an easy three miles through the dense woods adjoining the 
University campus, Herbie suddenly halted. Debbie, who had been matching him 
stride for stride without effort, ran on a few paces before she realized 
that he had stopped. Looking back she saw him stalking away from the track 
and further into the woods. 

"What's the matter? she called out. "Piss call!" he replied. 

She modestly turned away, though his reply naturally caused her to think 
about him in a more specifically sexual way. While she could not find any 
erotic stimulation in the act of urinating, she naturally focused her 
imagination on his prick. She knew, of course, that blacks were not 
necessarily endowed with giant-sized sexual organs. She had heard enough 
talk about that from athletes of her own sex, some black and some white, to 
be able to discount that old wives' tale long ago. Nevertheless the thought 
of Herbie holding his prick in his hand, perhaps peeling back the foreskin 
to bare the tip of the urethral tract, gave her sensitive nervous system a 
definite charge of sexual energy. While Herbie emerged from the woods, 
therefore, she was already more than a little excited. 

"Want to sit down and blow a while?" he asked, smiling warmly. 

"Sure, why not?" she replied. 

"Great. How about us looking around and finding some place out of the way, 
huh? Think you can take the time?" 

"I've got all day and more," Debbie told him. 

They exchanged a look that spoke volumes. Debbie now knew that she had been 
asked to do more than "sit down and blow a while," and she understood that 
her agreement committed her to that course of action. That understanding 
prompted her to move closer to Herbie and take his proffered hand as they 
moved away from the trail. Within a few minutes they had found a suitable 
spot, one that was almost completely ringed with bushes and which would 
conceal them from the eyes of any casual passerby. After surveying the area 
and finding it satisfactory, they turned to each other and he opened his 
arms to embrace her. Their lips met, hot and tingling with excitement, and 
Debbie leaned harder against him. She felt his prick stirring inside his 
jock strap, growing and stiffening against her lower belly. Herbie pressed 
against her and increased her awareness of that stiff, hot tool growing 
inside his warm-up suit. 

Under most circumstances Debbie would never have permitted herself to be 
pulled so far into a course of action she did not really want to pursue. She 
knew, deep inside her heart, that she did not want to give up her virginity, 
though she found Herbie enormously attractive. There still existed the 
faint, almost unrecognized hope that Pete would someday find her attractive 
enough to be worth his consideration. At that moment, however, that 
seemingly groundless hope was being overwhelmed by a flood of genuine sexual 
desire. Herbie's lithe, strong body worked strongly against hers and the 
growing hardness of his cock against her belly set off powerful wellsprings 
of sexual desire. 

Accordingly, Debbie did not resist when he made his advances. Rather, she 
warmly responded and felt her thighs growing more and more alive with 
tingling desire. She pressed her lips firmly against his and opened them to 
tease his mouth with her hot, sensually throbbing tongue. Gradually they 
lowered themselves onto the ground and within a few moments she had clasped 
one of his long, muscular thighs between her own and was rubbing her aching 
pussy against his leg with genuine sensuality. He reached around her to 
clasp her upper buttock in his hand, squeezing the tight muscle hard and 
adding to her arousal in no little degree. She pressed her small but 
exquisitely formed breasts against his hard chest with desperate hunger. 

When she pulled away from him slightly his hand came down to cup her 
tingling lovemound firmly. She writhed against his pressing fingers with 
renewed vigor and threw her head back in a paroxysm of anguish. A pillar of 
flame had seemingly pierced her cunt, eating away at her entire mid section 
and threatening to consume her instantly. Herbie's skilled fingers fanned 
that flame ever higher and made her even more intent upon finding relief 
from the terrible hunger that ripped and tore through her loins. 

Debbie gripped him even more powerfully with her quivering thighs and 
continued rubbing her pussy against his waiting hand. Herbie had already 
proved himself to be far more skilled than any other lover she had ever 
known and her body was responding to his caresses with a totality that 
surprised even her. He made as if to pull his hand from between her thighs 
for a moment but she thwarted that by reaching down to wrap her fingers 
around his wrist and hold his hand firmly in place against her throbbing 
flesh. 

"Now! Don't stop doing that!" she panted, tearing her lips away from him for 
a moment. "Mmmmm, just like that!" 

Herbie recognized that the terribly excited girl was about to come and he 
decided to continue along that path. He therefore allowed his hand to remain 
between her thighs and he continued pressing his fingers lightly against her 
pussy. He could feel the livid, wet warmth of the slit through her shorts 
and warm-up pants. Debbie fucked herself against his hand with increasing 
vigor. Low, animal-like groans escaped from her lips as she thrust and 
ground against him in fine style: 

Even though a double thickness of cloth lay between his hand and her pussy, 
she felt his presence keenly. Strong waves of pre-orgasmic pleasure rippled 
through her loins, giving her a preview of the joys yet untasted, and she 
worked herself against him faster and harder than ever. Again and again she 
thrust her pussy down against his hand, coordinating her hips' movements 
with powerful contractions of her thighs, and then she felt a fiery mushroom 
of pure sexual joy welling out of the depths of her womb. 

"Unnnnggghhhh!" she moaned as she slammed her pussy down against his hand 
with relentless energy. "Aggghhhhh! Ooooohh! Uhhhhhh!" 

Herbie had enough sense to know that he must continue exactly what he had 
been doing if he was to deal out the maximum amount of sexual pleasure to 
the surprisingly passionate girl in his arms. He did not object to that, 
since he had always found the female orgasm to be a source of deep and 
thorough pleasure for himself as well. He therefore continued massaging her 
hot little pussy. As her climax mounted in intensity, he felt more of the 
hot wetness seeping through the material separating his finger from her 
pussy. That animated display of sexual abandon convinced him that he had 
chosen right in selecting Debbie as his next conquest. 

He did not remove his hand from between her thighs until she had thrashed 
about to the very end. Only when she gave a final gasping moan of completion 
and had relaxed in his arms, falling slightly away from him, did he bring 
his hand away from her pussy. In the throes of orgasmic exertion, the top of 
Debbie's warm-up suit had ridden far up her torso, leaving her belly bare. 
He began rubbing his fingertips lightly over her smooth belly and within a 
very short time she felt new sources of sexual hunger beginning to assert 
themselves deep in her womb. 

"Mmmm, that was just so out of sight I still can't believe it!" she 
whispered. "It just went on and on and on!" 

"That's good," he murmured into her ear, interspersing his words with quick, 
darting jabs of his tongue that sent additional shivers of pure sexual lust 
flickering through her body. "Yeah, that's real good! Because it shows that 
there are lots better times ahead for you, girl!" 

His words brought a measure of reality back to her. Debbie now saw that she 
had gone beyond the point of no return, that she had irrevocably committed 
herself-to him and that she could not back out. Since the sharp, cutting 
edge of her sexual hunger had been dulled, she now felt a slight regret at 
her decision. She was sorry now that she had not shown more perseverance and 
held onto her virginity a while longer. Pete might still find her attractive 
enough to be worth having. But she saw now that she could not just walk away 
and leave Herbie there. 

As it happened, he solved her dilemma for her. After idly stroking her flat, 
hard belly for a few minutes-and in the process fanning the embers between 
her thighs into another inferno of lusty arousal-he slipped his hand into 
the front of her warm-up pants. She lifted herself slightly to accommodate 
his questing hand and she felt a shudder of pure, fleshly anticipation run 
over her body as his fingers came closer to her naked pussy. He wormed his 
hand down between her belly and her shorts and gradually brought his middle 
finger into the hot, jellied slit at the base of her tummy. She gasped aloud 
as his finger gently entered the lustfully aroused canal and slipped inward. 
The sensations this now provided were so much more intense than when she had 
done it to herself that she could not believe it. 

"Hey, what the tell!" he muttered after a moment. He lifted himself up 
slightly and looked at her with surprise. "By God, is that a cherry? It sure 
as hell is! Holy shit, girl, I didn't know you was cherry!" 

 CHAPTER FIVE 

Debbie was quite taken aback at Herbie's marked reaction to his discovery. 
She fumbled around for something to say but did not know what would he 
appropriate, given the circumstances. He continued to mouth expressions of 
surprise and pulled his hand from between her thighs. 

"Damn, I sure never figure you for a virgin," he said. "The way you were 
coming on, I thought sure you'd made it lost of times!" 

"Well, I ... gee, I mean, every girl's got to have a first time, doesn't 
she?" Debbie countered. "I ... I can't help it, if nobody's ever wanted to 
do it to me before, can I?" 

"Shit, I can't believe that," Herbie told her. "A good looking girl like 
you, I'll bet there've been dozens of guys who were all lathered up over 
getting into your pants! C'mon, Debbie, come clean with me. Who are you 
saving it for? Somebody special back home, right?" 

"Wel-l-l-l-l," she said, flushing brightly, "there is this one guy, but ... 
oh, hell, he doesn't even know I'm in the same world with him! He's not ever 
going to want me, I know he isn't! And you're awfully nice, really you are! 
So I just figured, if somebody's got to be first and he doesn't want me, 
then ... well, I don't know of anybody I like more!" 

"Hey, that's real nice of you," Herbie said, "and I appreciate it. But let's 
face it, Debbie. There's just not a way in the world that I'm going to pop 
that sweet little cherry of yours! Not as long as there's a chance that guy 
back home might wake up to what's going on and do it for you!" 

"B-bb-but, I want you to!" she cried, looking very disconsolate. 

"Do you? Are you really sure of that?" 

Debbie did him the consideration of pausing for a moment while she thought 
hard about his question and what her answer should be. Her inner lack of 
conviction must have registered on her face-she had never been very good at 
concealing her deepest emotions-and he grinned triumphantly. 

"See? What'd I tell you?" he said. "You look deep down inside and it's just 
not so, is it? Somewhere, deep down inside, you're still hoping that guy's 
going to come around, right?" 

"I guess you're right," she admitted. "But damn it, it isn't fair, Herbie! I 
mean, you did it to me so nice and all! Mmmm, was that ever a good come! 
Hey, I know. I could give you a hand job! Or ... or I could go down on you. 
I'd really like to try that!" 

"You given guys hand jobs before?" he asked. "You sure? And given head too? 
You really like to suck cock?" 

"Well, I never really went down on a guy," she confessed, "so I can't say 
for sure, but I think I'd like it! And I have jacked guys off before, that's 
no lie! Yeah, I really like to feel a guy going off in my hand! And I 
believe I'd like it even better if you had it in my mouth when you started 
to cream! C'mon, Herbie, let me do it to you, huh? I promise I'll try really 
hard to do it just the way you want! I'll drink every drop of your come and 
I'll suck you till your balls are ready to drop off!" 

The vehemence with which she stated her desires was enough to overwhelm any 
objections he might have had. Indeed, if she had been able to hear herself 
and to listen with any objectivity she would have been startled at her own 
intensity. Herbie, already powerfully aroused by the violence of the climax 
he had engendered in her youthful loins, felt his resistance wilting rapidly 
and he quickly agreed to let her do as she would. She felt all the more 
intent upon serving him in that fashion because of his willingness to allow 
her to preserve the tissue of her virginity, a measure of forbearance she 
would never have expected to find in anyone. 

"Okay, we'll get it on some other way," he agreed. "But first let's get 
comfortable, huh? How about stripping down so we can rub bare skin against 
each other, how's that sound to you?" 

"Mmmm, that sounds just wonderful!" 

Debbie leaped to her feet and quickly peeled off her warm-up suit and 
running shoes. She slipped out of the tee shirt and, after a tentative peek 
at him had assured her that he was not disappointed in the relative 
smallness of her breasts, found it much easier to display her naked torso to 
him. In fact, she found, she derived a definite and very marked kind of 
sexual arousal from showing off her nude flesh. That arousal facilitated her 
hands as she peeled down the shorts covering her loins. She cast them aside 
to stand before him, proud and much more assured than she would ever have 
believed. 

"Man, are you ever something!" he breathed, admiring her with his eyes. 
"Yeah, you're just built like nobody's business." 

"I ... I always thought maybe my boobs ought to be bigger," she muttered, 
looking away from him for a moment. "And ... and I've always wished I had 
more hair on my ... down here, you know!" 

"Hey, that's not so!" he assured her. "I think your boobs are just great the 
way they are! Man, the way those nipples stick out, they just make my balls 
turn to solid gravy! And I never liked a girl with a really hairy muff, 
myself. The way yours is, there's just enough hair to make it look ... well, 
grownup but not so much that it hides the meat of your pussy. Yeah, it's a 
real turnon, just the way it is! It looks even better than I'd imagined it 
would!" 

His praise, which seemed utterly sincere, went a long way toward convincing 
the girl that she was attractive and exciting and thus emboldened her to 
carry through with the course of action to which she had verbally committed 
herself. Debbie thus found it much easier to show off her body to him, 
knowing that he found her attractive and exciting. She therefore turned to 
face him frontally and spread her legs slightly, wanting him to have the 
best view possible of her flaming, exquisitely aroused pussy and breasts. 

"What about you?" she asked, looking down at him and smiling. "Don't I get 
to see anything? I might get turned on by looking at you too, you know!" 

In truth, she hungered to see his prick. She had already felt its brutal 
hardness pressing against her belly. She suspected that it would be a large 
one, the kind most calculated to drive her tortured senses into further 
ecstasies of lusty delight. He grinned and rose to his feet. Moments later 
he slipped out of his jock strap, the last article of clothing to" be cast 
aside, and she saw that she had guessed right. His prick was even larger 
than she had expected and was, in fact, both longer and thicker than Pete's 
mighty tool. 

"My God, maybe it's a good thing you backed out!" she whispered, awestruck 
by the tool's monumental dimensions. "I'd never be able to get that huge 
thing in me! Ohhh, it looks beautiful, Herbie! But isn't it dangerous? I 
mean, you could kill a girl with that, I'd think!" 

"No way!" he told her. "It would work, even with you. Sure, you're tight and 
it'd all be new to you, but you'd be able to take it, every inch of it! But 
you don't have to worry about that anyway, so it's no sweat!" 

Debbie felt another reason to be grateful for his forbearance in sparing her 
virginity. She naturally remembered the exchange she had overheard between 
Pete and Cathy, when they had met in the clearing back home, and she felt 
almost as though she were duplicating Cathy's part. The girl's fears now 
became perfectly clear and real to her and she felt a twinge of sympathy for 
what Cathy must have felt when she first saw Pete's magnificent fucking 
tool. 

Herbie's cock looked positively endless, though it would in fact have 
measured only a fraction under nine inches in length. The diameter of the 
big rod impressed her quite as much as the length and she guessed that she 
would find it nearly impossible to wrap her fingers completely around it. 
The tool had the same dark, coppery-brown color as Herbie's skin. The 
foreskin, tightly stretched by the malevolently swollen head it enclosed, 
tapered down to a neat, puckered tip and she felt herself growing anxious to 
peel back that covering so as to expose the head completely. His balls, each 
at least the size of a large egg, swung low in their dark sack and gave his 
genitals an even more imposing appearance. 

"What about me eating you?" he suggested. "Think you'd like that? Or maybe 
you never had it that way, huh? Anybody ever get in between your legs and 
eat your cunt out proper? I'm a first-class muff diver, Debbie. You just say 
the word and I'll get right in there and eat that hot little pussy of yours 
till you can't even walk!" 

Debbie felt another powerful tremor of sexual anticipation course through 
her loins upon hearing that straightforward proposal. She admitted the truth 
of his suggestion, that no one had ever before kissed or tongued her pussy, 
but her manner made it absolutely clear that she looked forward to 
experiencing the act. She was not sure how they could manage to fit 
themselves together in a way that would enable him to devour her hot, 
tingling slit and work his tongue into the tense rim of her cunt while she 
was working her own mouth over the head and shaft of his stallion-like cock 
but she supposed that he would be able to suggest a way of accomplishing the 
feat. 

Herbie began spreading their warm-up suits on the grassy plot and she 
helped. Once they had prepared a resting place for their bodies, he lay back 
and motioned her down beside him. He took her hand in his and guided it down 
to his cock. Once she divined his intention she did not shrink from reaching 
out to touch that lovely specimen of swollen, lust-stiffened manhood. Her 
fingers closed around the rigid shaft with genuine pleasure. A spasm of 
lusty delight coursed up her arm and then throughout her body at the 
contact. His meat was hot and live with sexual energy, she found. 

"Look, maybe we'd better take out a little time here and make sure you know 
all there is to know about handling cocks," he suggested after her first 
touch had brought a grimace of unease to his face. "Did anybody ever take 
time to show you what was good and what wasn't? Or where the sensitive spots 
are? Ah, I didn't think so! Okay, girl, pay attention and I'll tell you a 
little about it." 

Marveling at his patience and kindness, Debbie listened closely as he showed 
her the big tool in her hand. For the first time she learned the names of 
the specific parts and found, that unlike her own sexual organ, every part 
was not equally sensitive. She could hardly believe, for example, that the 
shaft itself, by far the largest and longest part of his cock, had almost no 
feeling at all, but Herbie convinced her by urging her to squeeze it between 
her fingers as hard as she could. Debbie grasped the iron-hard tool gingerly 
at first, but when Herbie laughed at her and told her to bear down, she 
applied more pressure. She learned that no matter how hard she squeezed down 
on the shaft of his cock-and she had a very powerful hand, she believed-she 
could not bring even the slightest grimace of discomfort to his face. 

"Wow, I can't believe it!" she said. "And you didn't feel a thing?" 

"Oh, I felt it," he said, "but it sure didn't hurt or anything like that. 
But this part up here, up where the shaft joins into the head, that part's 
really sensitive. If you want to bring a guy off in a hurry, just try 
working that part good-you'll have his balls shooting come in a pretty short 
time!" 

Debbie continued her explorations in penile sensitivity under his direction 
and quickly developed far more expertise in handling the male sexual organ. 
Herbie proved to be a patient, considerate teacher and she committed all his 
words of advice to her memory. In particular she paid attention to the 
especially sensitive areas of his cock, the ones which she intended 
stimulating with her tongue when she got the big, stiff tool into her mouth. 

"Can ... can we really do it to each other at the same time?" she asked 
after he had completed his short course of instruction. "I mean, with our 
mouths? I think that would be really nice, if we could suck each other at 
the same time!" 

"Sure we can," he assured her. "That's what they call sixty-nine, Debbie, 
and it's a fine, fine way to get off. I'll show you a good way to do it but 
you've got to promise me one thing: when you start to come, you've got to be 
sure that you don't get all cranked up and bite down on my dick! Yeah, you 
laugh at the idea, but believe me, I've been sixty-nining girls sometimes 
and I thought they were going to chew my meat up before I could get loose!" 

"I'll be careful," she promised. "Mmmm, I certainly wouldn't want anything 
to happen to that lovely, beautiful, magnificent prick of yours!" 

Herbie rolled over onto his back and lay flat. He instructed Debbie to mount 
him, straddling his head with her knees. As she did so, she saw at once how 
it would be possible for them to suck each other at the same time and she 
felt her pussy growing warmer and wetter with every beat of her heart. 
Herbie's prick looked especially appealing as it lay across his belly, stiff 
and hard and hot with sexual exultation. As she lowered her loins into 
position just above his face, she realized that no one had ever before had 
so close and intimate a look at her pussy. He sensed her uncertainty at 
displaying that especially intimate part of her body and he took steps to 
reassure her. 

"Yeah, that's a great looking pussy!" he muttered. "Those outer lips are all 
dark and puffed up so nice! Mmmm, they really set off the inner lips-makes a 
real nice sight! And when you spread your legs out wide like that, it pulls 
the lips apart so I can look right into the heart of your snatch! Talk about 
something looking good! Girl, I can't wait to get my tongue up that sweet 
little cunt of yours! If s so wet and juicy looking! And smell? Wow, it 
smells just like a pot of honey!" 

Debbie felt immeasurably better once she found that he did not find the 
sight of her naked, rawly inflamed pussy repellent. His praise of her scent, 
which she knew from her own experience would be marked and strong, likewise 
put her more at ease. For several years she had been mortally ashamed of her 
pussy's ability to generate profuse floods of that clear, slippery oil and 
she had at times wondered if something might not be drastically wrong with 
her body. After learning that her cunt's strong reaction to sexual 
stimulation was quite natural, she had begun accepting the strong flow of 
musk-scented lubricant but she had never felt entirely sure that a male 
might not find it offensive. Herbie's praise wiped away any inner fears she 
might have had about her body's peculiarities and strengthened her intention 
of continuing on her present course. 

Any halfway objective observer would have agreed with his assessment of the 
lush, ripe slit being offered him. Obscured by nothing more than a very 
light growth of golden-tan fuzz, Debbie's pussy almost glowed with sensual 
warmth. The outer lips had flushed dark with her body's excitement and 
provided an effective frame for the delicately sculpted inner lips, the tips 
of which barely protruded from the fat outer fold. As her thighs flexed and 
spread wider, the outer lips fell apart and the inner lips came into more 
prominent view. A delicate shade of pink and already moist with her cunt's 
exuberant outpouring of honeyed musk, they beckoned invitingly. 

Herbie brought his hands up and gently forced the slit wider. He lifted his 
head and brought his mouth up to that delicately scented offering. His 
tongue darted out and flicked over the lips, lightly caressing them and 
sliding over them from rear to front. As his tongue grazed her swollen, 
love-stiffened clitoris, she felt an incredible surge of sexual energy 
flowing outward from that fiercely charged nub of super-sensitive flesh. A 
groan of pure sexual frenzy escaped from her lips. Shuddering heavily, she 
lowered herself further and brought her lathered pussy down more firmly 
against his mouth. 

"God, I can't believe anything could be so good!" she groaned. "Mmmm, it's 
like every good thing in the world was happening to me all at once!" 

Herbie refrained from answering, since his mouth and tongue were already 
sufficiently busy. He probed gently between the lips of her pussy, teasing 
the taut mouth of her cunt with the very tip of his tongue, and then pulled 
back. Experienced enough to know that the girl would react more strongly if 
she were brought slowly to a peak of quivering arousal, he proceeded with 
the utmost caution and regard for the state of her sexual arousal. 

He need hardly have bothered. Once she had felt that first tingling, 
fantastically exciting touch of his tongue against her naked pussy, Debbie's 
sexual feeling zoomed upward in a tight, screeching spiral of accelerating 
intensity. That first touch of his lips to her pussy electrified her and 
brought her body to a throbbing, shuddering pitch of feeling that easily 
surpassed anything she had ever known before. 

Debbie had intended sucking his prick as he kissed and tongued her hot slit 
but the first touch had seemingly paralyzed her. She stared down at the 
rigid cock with unseeing eyes but could not force herself to move toward it. 
Again and again his tongue flitted back and forth over her pussy, traversing 
that incredibly sensitized area between the rear of her cunt's rim and her 
clitoris, always with the same result. Each touch intensified the spasms of 
lusty delight flashing through her loins and brought her nearer the bursting 
point. Finally, entirely unaware of what she was doing, the thrust her hips 
down hard against his mouth and swayed from side to side. Herbie recognized 
that the moment had arrived. He complied with her unstated demand, thrusting 
his tongue deep into her tingling cunt. 

"Annnnggghhhh-owwwww!" the girl wailed as she felt his tongue slithering 
into her cunt and releasing the flood of pentup emotion gathered there. 
"Omigod, I'm coming! You're sucking the come out of my cunt! Oooooh, eat me, 
Herbie, eat my cunt! Oooooh, fuck me with your tongue! Aggggh! 
Aaaaiiieeeeee!" 

 CHAPTER SIX 

Debbie's hips had locked into place when the first jarring, thundering 
convulsion of orgiastic release ripped from the hot depths of her cunt. She 
tried to make herself generate additional movement, knowing that she could 
make the climax even more telling by continuing to rock to and fro against 
Herbie's artfully stimulating mouth, but her body had been paralyzed by the 
onslaught of the fiercely passionate outburst. 

He continued running his tongue far into the inner reaches of her 
spasmodically twitching cunt and almost managed to caress her hymen. Each 
time he withdrew his tongue, he swirled it around the rim of that awesomely 
stimulated orifice and flicked it down to glide over her throbbing clitoris, 
a change in pace that made her climax stronger than ever. At the very height 
of her storm of sexual frenzy, he withdrew his tongue entirely and aimed it 
upward, bringing it to bear upon the tortured surface of her anus. He probed 
that ecstatically charged opening gently, rimming her with exquisite 
tenderness, and then he resumed his tongue-fucking. Debbie clearly felt the 
contact between her asshole and his tongue. A sharply different sexual 
feeling, one that was every bit as exciting, flowed through her lips and 
loins at the delicious stimulation and she almost cried out for him to 
continue. The entry of his tongue into her cunt sparked another flurry of 
sensual glory and choked off her incipient plea. 

Debbie's climax lasted far longer than any she had ever known before and, 
being far more intense, drained her of her strength for a few moments. After 
the last pang of delicious, agonizing joy had coursed through her loins she 
toppled forward and rested her cheek against his flat, hard belly, unable to 
move. Her mind reeled through a drunken haze as she gradually came back to 
earth; it was a minute or two before she could think clearly. The first 
coherent thought that came to her was a chilling one: she assumed that she 
had failed him, that she had not carried out her part of the bargain. 

"Hey, don't sweat it!" he assured her when she tried to apologize for not 
taking his prick into her mouth. "You are getting off too good to bother, I 
could see that! And besides, there's lots of time yet, so you don't have to 
worry." 

"B-bbut I was coming so good!" she protested. "And I wasn't doing a thing 
for you! It's not fair to you!" 

"Look, it doesn't work that way," he told her. 

"Feeling you get off so good and all, that's got to be one of the sexiest 
things ever. It did help me, see, because it made my balls hotter than ever! 
Yeah, it just added a little more come to what I've got stored up already, 
so I'll get off better than ever!" 

"God, you're so nice to me!" she exclaimed. "Oh, I just hope I can do a 
halfway decent job on you, Herbie. I want to make you come so much! I'm 
going to give you the best blow job in the world, I swear I am!" 

"You will," he said, "you will. Just remember what I told you about where 
the tenderest parts are and take it from there. You'll get me off fine, 
don't you worry your pretty little head about that!" 

His confidence proved infectious enough to give her considerably more 
assurance about what she was doing. She had already lifted herself off his 
belly and was now contemplating his long, stiff prick with wondering eyes. 
The mere sight of that massive shaft brought a tremor of sexual hunger to 
her body, a yearning so intense as almost to nauseate her, and after a 
moment she could not resist the insidiously powerful temptation. 

Debbie took his cock in both her hands. The foreskin had slipped back over 
the massive, arrow-like head, covering it completely, and she began peeling 
it back with a slow, gentle pressure of her fingers. As the dark, sensually 
flushed knob slowly came into view she felt her pussy's lips throbbing 
harder, just as though they were pleading for the opportunity of enclosing 
that fleshy knob. She tried to ignore her body's yearnings, however, and 
concentrated instead on the task before her. When she had completely exposed 
the head of his prick and had the loose skin stretched back tightly along 
the rigid shaft of the tool, she felt even stronger yearnings. Bending down, 
she touched her lips to the naked, flaring head and then licked it lightly. 

Herbie's prick throbbed mightily in her hands, testifying to the life and 
vitality it had, and its touch sent electrifying shocks of sexual desire 
shooting through her entire nervous system. Her lips burned with eagerness 
at the exciting contact and she kissed more of the hot, throbbing rod, 
touching her mouth to it up and down the thick shaft. When she pulled back 
to look at it again, her attention was caught by a single drop of glistening 
fluid that rested in the deep cleft of the tool's tip. She squeezed the 
spongy head and saw the droplet being forced to the surface. Its power 
proved irresistible and she stretched out her tongue to taste it. 

The salty, utterly sexual taste of the clear fluid acted on her mind and 
body with lightning rapidity, enormously intensifying her sexual desires and 
lending new strength to her determination. She opened her mouth wide and 
engulfed the head of Herbie's cock, sliding it between her lips with a 
desperate gesture of hungry, lusty eagerness. Her tongue curled over the big 
tip and caressed it firmly, then slipped down to stimulate the deep groove 
separating the broad head from the shaft. The first exciting contact between 
her wet, hot mouth and the head of his cock brought a deep groan of delight 
from Herbie's throat. He flexed his hips slightly and pressed the head of 
his cock more firmly into the girl's mouth, a gesture that further inflamed 
her with lusty hungers. 

God, it's like he was fucking my mouth! Debbie thought to herself. Ohhhhhh, 
what a sexy idea, being fucked in the mouth! Yeah, if he won't put it up my 
cunt, then he can fuck me in the mouth! It ought to be almost the same 
thing, right? And oh, wow, is it ever sexy, feeling that big thing slide 
around in my mouth! It feels so good against my tongue! 

After giving the head of his cock a thorough sucking, she lifted her mouth 
away and ran her lips down the underside of the thick shaft. Her lips 
naturally found their way down to his balls and his first energetic grunt of 
excitement told her that she had guessed right: his balls would be 
especially susceptible to her lips' magic and she lavished hot, wet kisses 
on them without restraint. Sucking each large egg into her mouth gave her a 
fantastic feeling of sexual accomplishment, especially when she reminded 
herself that she had within her mouth the very source of his manhood, the 
found of the hot, sticky cream she wanted to extract from him. Her fingers 
played over the base of his prick and excited every area lovingly, though 
she did not think to reach down and caress his all-too-willing asshole. 

"Yeah, you're doing just right!" he muttered in a lust-coarsened voice that 
was almost a wheezing rasp. "Oh, yeah, girl, just get it on and suck! I 
never felt it any better than that, not ever! Mmmmm, you're eating my cock 
to death! God, the way you're going, you'll get a gallon of come out of my 
balls! I'll shoot come all over your face. I'll drown you in spunk!" 

His animated display of approval was all she needed to spark an even more 
abandoned display of oral lovemaking from the utterly willing girl. She 
wanted desperately to please him, to serve him in as extravagant a fashion 
as he had served her. She threw aside every notion of propriety, caution and 
restraint in her effort at bringing him to a climax. Her mouth again closed 
over the head of his cock and clamped the tender flesh in a grip of 
unsurpassed tightness. Herbie again touched his lips to her pussy but, 
finding that she had moved too far down his body for the tactic to be wholly 
effective, asked her to move back and bring her heated, aching slit closer 
to his mouth. 

Debbie did so and, quite by accident provided for an especially exciting 
finish to the act. She thrust her pussy against his face hard and, due to 
the disparity in their weights, had to arch her head back in order to get 
his prick between her lips. This posture brought her mouth and throat into 
an almost straight line, making it possible for the head of his cock to 
penetrate her throat. Earlier, when she had been so fiercely excited, her 
throat would not have relaxed enough to admit his big prick. Now, thanks to 
the bounteous orgasm he had sucked from her cunt, she was much more at ease. 

Thus she accidentally happened upon the art of "deep throating." When he 
again thrust into her mouth, slamming his prick into place with an easy lift 
of his hips, his prick easily slid back into her mouth and then down her 
throat. Herbie recognized at once what had happened and the knowledge fired 
his balls with a new frenzy of sexual intensity. Grunting out loudly and 
jabbing his hot, stiff tongue into her cunt with growing abandon, he began 
fucking her mouth faster and harder than ever. 

Debbie felt an incredibly real sense of sexual accomplishment when she 
sensed that Herbie's cock was penetrating her throat. She would not have 
believed that such an act could be possible, much less that she could bring 
it off, but she could feel the thick head sliding far into her mouth. His 
animated thrust brought the base of his prick snug against her lips and for 
a moment she entertained the erotically maddening fantasy of taking his 
balls into her mouth as well. Even had those eggs been far smaller they 
would not have found room, thanks to the inordinate girth of his cock, and 
she was thus barred from trying to implement that stirring notion. She 
could, however, employ her hands and fingers on his balls and that she did, 
stroking and fondling them in the most extravagantly sensual manner. 

Herbie grunted even louder and continued thrusting back and forth in her hot 
mouth. At the same time he crushed his lips against her pussy and gave his 
tongue absolute freedom to slide up into her cunt, bringing her a flood of 
sexual stimulation and thereby exciting her mouth and tongue all the more. 
Debbie fucked herself against his mouth unconsciously and lavished all her 
attention on that monumentally swollen prong working back and forth in her 
mouth. Her fingers teased his balls unmercifully and added to her mouth's 
exciting effect. As the speed of his thrusts increased and the pulsations in 
his prick became more pronounced, signaling the imminence of his release, 
she pulled her face back in order to bring the full force of her tongue and 
mouth to play on the head of his cock. 

Herbie lifted his ass off the rumpled warm-up suits and shuddered 
powerfully. She had the head of his cock firmly clamped between her tongue 
and the roof of her mouth, allowing her to exert enormous and telling 
friction against the throbbing tip by merely rotating her head about in a 
slow, grinding manner. Again and again he quivered mightily, almost shoving 
his cock through the roof of her mouth, and then she felt a much more 
powerful throb of absolute sexual ecstasy pulse though the length of his 
prick. His balls clenched, flexed and then contracted again in her fingers. 
Then the thick, prominent vein running up the underside of his prick pulsed 
with awesome power. 

"Auuuurrrgghhhhh! Agggghhhhhhhh!" he screamed, writhing about as though he 
were being tortured to death. "Ohhhhh, get it on! Get it on and suck! Oh, 
yeah, Debbie, suck the come right outta my nuts! Oooooh, do it now, baby, do 
it now and suck my cock dry!" 

Even though his prick's head was solidly planted against the roof of her 
mouth, Debbie felt that first incredibly violent spurt of hot, thick come 
rocked against her palate. The flooding, salty warmth of his spunk 
overwhelmed her senses with sexual stimulation of every variety, sparking a 
powerful reaction deep in her hot, aching cunt, Herbie's tongue had probed 
deeper than ever and her youthful, muscular flesh clamped down on his tongue 
with vigor as her cunt exploded with lusty delight. She had not anticipated 
the fullness of the flooding sperm. His long period of excitement, together 
with his superb physical condition, ensured that his balls were packed with 
semen. For a moment she was in danger of being overcome by the profuseness 
of his response. 

Debbie quickly mastered that difficulty and began swallowing frantically. 
The almost pungent and highly distinctive flavor of his come infected her 
entire body with lusty desires and further added to her delight. As his cock 
convulsed and reverberated with sensual rhythms, Herbie naturally lavished 
extra attention on the girl's juicy slit and his tongue spurred her onward. 
The spurting jets of hot cream fired the innermost wellsprings of sexual 
emotion in her body and turned her cunt into fiery, throbbing jelly. Once 
her womb had begun swelling and contracting with the deeply satisfying 
convulsions of orgiastic release, she began sucking harder than ever and 
lavished her final caresses upon the swollen, spurting head of his prick 
just as it erupted for the last time. Debbie continued sucking and mouthing 
his cock long after the last jet of hot spunk had gushed into her lips. The 
feel of the big, manly tool gave her a remarkably intense pleasure, even 
though it now lay dormant against her tongue, and she continued to find it 
erotically pleasing in the extreme. Finally Herbie could stand no more of 
that fiercely sensual torment. 

"Ohhhh, God, stop it!" he panted, reaching down to push her face away from 
his cock. "Mmmmm, you're killing me! I can't take any more of it!" 

Debbie rolled off him and curled up at his side. 

Her own body felt utterly drained of strength and life and she was quite 
content to rest there with her cheek on his thigh. Their youthful resilience 
soon asserted itself, however, and before long they were sitting up and 
exchanging triumphant glances. He assured her over and over that she had 
sucked him with a skill far beyond anything he had expected, praise that 
warmed her heart tremendously. 

"Yeah, I've had women go down on me before," he said, shaking his head in 
wonder, "and some of them really knew what they were doing, but I never had 
one eat me any better than that! Wow, it was like you were sucking my balls 
right up through my cock!" 

"You just can't know how glad I am to hear that," she replied. "I so wanted 
to do it good! Mmmmm, I loved every second of it! And there at the end, when 
your cock was shooting all that cream into my mouth, that was ... oh, I 
don't even know how to describe how wonderful it was! But it sure went 
beyond anything I ever thought about, that's for certain!" 

For a moment she considered voicing her innermost wish, that his cock had 
been in her cunt instead of in her mouth. She avoided bringing up that 
touchy subject, mainly because she feared that she would be able to refuse 
him if he showed the least interest in fucking her. Having his prick in her 
mouth as it turned into a throbbing fountain of lusty delight had given her 
a much clearer idea of what it would be like to have a prick lodged deep in 
her cunt at that critical point. Now she looked forward to that delicious 
treat with even more longing. She still hoped, though, that Pet's would be 
the first cock to penetrate the lips of her pussy and she said nothing about 
her desires. 

Herbie likewise avoided the subject, not that he found it easy to do so. He 
wanted her more than ever and only his good manners kept him from proposing 
that they finish their lovemaking in the orthodox fashion. Even though she 
had sucked him with a devilish skill, he would have gladly leaped between 
her thighs and planted his prick in her cunt, given the slightest hint of 
readiness on her part. Each of them suspected what the other was thinking 
and this drew a sort of curtain between them. After another moment or two, 
acting together as if by silent agreement, they stood up and began dressing 
once more. 

They completed their run in silence, Debbie jogging at his side and matching 
him step for step. As they circled out of the woods and jogged back onto the 
broad, grassy area where the athletes were warming up, she noticed Pete 
watching her. She started to jog over to him but he turned away and began 
doing calisthenics, so she followed Herbie a few steps further. 

"Man, it was nice," she told him. "This is a morning I'll remember for as 
long as I'm alive, you can bet on that!" 

"Me too," he said. "How about tomorrow? Want to try it again? I, uh, I'd 
really like to go down on you again! And to feel you sucking me off again, 
too!" 

"Right now it sounds beautiful," she said. "But I'm not sure what the coach 
might have in mind for tomorrow, so let's let it wait till then, okay?" 

Herbie agreed with that sensible proposal and trotted off to finish his own 
training routine. Debbie spent the rest of the morning in jogging and 
visiting with other athletes. She enjoyed the lack of pressure, now that she 
had assured herself of a trip to Montreal, but she was beginning to feel 
some apprehension about Pete's chances. Although he was a fine runner and in 
top condition, his opposition was very strong and he would have to be very 
good indeed to make the team, she believed. His tryout was to be held on 
Saturday, two days away, and as the time drew nearer he became more and more 
difficult to get along with. She understood that and made every allowance 
for him. Nevertheless she looked forward to her morning runs with Herbie 
and, since her coach had nothing special for her to do, she did not feel 
that she was breaking training in enjoying herself with him. On the next day 
she again sucked his prick and shuddered her way through several 
spine-tingling climaxes, some of them delivered into his skillful hand and 
others into his greedy mouth. 

"You know, I'm glad, in a way, that you're going to be running Saturday," 
she told him on Thursday, when he said that they would not be able to stop 
for sexual pleasure on the next day. "This could get to be habit forming!" 

"You and me both!" he agreed. "I wish I felt strong enough to get it on with 
you tomorrow, Debbie, but this damned tryout's really got me psyched. I've 
got a feeling that I'm going to be lucky just to make the team as an 
alternate!" 

"Never!" she vowed, leaning over him and fondling his stiff, throbbing cock 
with loving fingers. "You've got to get to Montreal, so we can keep on doing 
all these good things! Yes, I'm really looking forward to getting a lot more 
of this wonderful prick!" 

"Well, we'll know more about that after Saturday afternoon," he said. "For 
right now, how about just doing what you like to do?" 

"I'm dying to," she whispered, and with that she leaned over him and took 
his prick into her mouth. "Mmmmmmm!" 

 CHAPTER SEVEN 

Herbie's dedication to his training paid off. He did not run as well as 
possible in his trials but he ran well enough to get himself a slot on the 
team, a fact that brought a great deal of happiness to Debbie. That was 
overshadowed however, by Pete's strong work that morning. He placed second 
in the crosscountry run, which was being used to determine the marathon 
team, and thus earned himself a slot on the Olympic team. He and Debbie were 
surrounded by sports writers, all thrilled at the prospect of writing about 
"the Roman Comets," and were besieged by questions, most of them utterly 
senseless. 

There was considerably less fuss after Herbie had acquitted himself so well, 
of course, but Debbie gave him as warm a congratulation as she dared, 
considering the press of people around them. Later, after the hubbub had 
died down, Herbie gave her the bad news. 

"Coach says we're pulling out tonight," he told her. "Some kind of deal to 
get us down to Philadelphia for a benefit show. I'm sorry, Debbie, but 
there's not a way in the world to get out of it." 

She accepted the disappointment stoically, though she bitterly regretted the 
fact that she would not be able to jog through the woods and detour by way 
of their isolated clearing. She wanted to feel his big cock spearing into 
her mouth at least once more before they split up for the eight week 
interval ahead of them. Debbie had already become fiercely addicted to the 
superbly sensual feel of his cock in her mouth and had grown to love above 
all else that fantastic moment when his balls began pumping out the violent 
spurts of hot, lust-reeking jism. 

"Well, coaches know best," she said, smiling grimly, "and even if they 
don't, they're still the boss! I guess we'll have to wait till Montreal!" 

She promised that she would be looking forward to seeing him then and they 
parted. Her own group, which included a couple of shot putters and a discuss 
thrower, were to fly back the next night, since the heavyweight field events 
were being held the next day. She ate dinner with Pete that night but they 
had little to say to each other. She was disconsolate over Herbie's 
departure and he was suffering from an emotion letdown after his fine run of 
the morning. There was something else bothering him. She could tell that 
from the strange looks he directed her way from time to time. It was almost, 
she thought to herself, as though she had developed some strange new facial 
characteristic overnight and he was trying to recognize her again. When she 
asked if anything was wrong he assured her that such was not the case and 
became more reclusive than ever. Debbie finally gave up in despair and spent 
the rest of the evening with a couple of girlfriends, both of whom were in 
much better spirits. Pete's strange attitude persisted the next day, as they 
trained lightly and then watched their friends who were trying out. Debbie 
made sure that she did not sit by Pete on the flight back home, since she 
did not want to subject herself to more of his morose silences. 

They were to spend five weeks at home, each of them following a relative 
light training routine prescribed by their respective coaches, and then 
assemble at various college campuses in upstate New York, where they would 
make their final preparations for the Olympic Games. Each morning they went 
down to the local track, where they did their calesthenics and other forms 
of training. Cathy was there, naturally, and she quickly began joining Pete 
on at least some of his jogs through the woods behind the training field. 
Debbie now found it much easier to accept the girl's interest in her 
brother, much to her surprise, and she supposed that it was somehow related 
to her experiences with Herbie. She had learned a great deal about herself 
and her passionately sexual nature from him and her new knowledge made her 
considerably more tolerant of Pete's lecherous ways. She still wished that 
he would direct his erotic energies in her direction and had now become 
somewhat more accustomed to admitting as much to herself. 

They had been home for four days when she decided that she would stake out 
the clearing Pete and Cathy generally used for their mid-morning trysts. She 
approached the area with caution and found herself a suitable vantage point, 
then settle down to await their approach. They arrived about five minutes 
later and wasted no time in getting down to business. She watched them strip 
and exchange a few hurried caresses, but then they proceeded directly to the 
main business. Cathy willingly lay back and opened her thighs to him and he 
plowed into her cunt as though he were aflame with sexual desire. 

"Man, you were really hot to get it on!" Cathy said after they had fucked 
themselves into a sweated mass of exhausted flesh. "Is something special 
going on around here? Something I don't know about?" 

"I don't know," he said. "I just ... hell, I just wanted to get it on in you 
and come, I guess!" 

"Man, you sure did that!" she murmured, lying back and fingering her wet 
slit. "Mmmm, did you ever! God, it was like I was getting myself raped, 
almost!" 

They lay silently for a time. Debbie had become strongly aroused through 
watching them and the sight of Pete's wet cock, now only half-erect, stirred 
her more profoundly. Inevitably she thought of taking his broad-beamed tool 
into her lips and sucking it dry, a prospect that added further fuel to the 
flames crackling away between her tense thighs. She would not have minded 
taking it even it its present condition, wet and slippery with his own come 
and the lubricious juices it had picked up in Cathy's hot-lipped cunt, 
though she would have found it much more exciting if it had just been 
removed from her own slit. 

"Tell me something, Pete," the girl said after a long silence. "Who were you 
fucking then? Me? Or was it maybe Debbie?" 

Debbie drew in a quick breath and tried to burrow deeper into the matted 
leaves beneath her body, just as though the couple might look in her 
direction. They could not see her, she was sure of that, but Cathy's words 
sent a shiver of apprehension through her body. Pete reacted even more 
strongly, scrambling up onto his hands and knees and vehemently denying the 
suggestion. Cathy gave him a cool, careful look and then smiled. 

"Why should you get all uptight about that?" she asked. "Hell, there's 
nothing wrong with screwing your sister! She's a damned good looking chick, 
you know, and I'd be willing to bet a bundle that she's as hot and horny as 
any girl you ever saw!" 

Debbie listened with a combination of terror and anger. She feared that 
Cathy might go on to tell him about the morning they had sat in that same 
clearing and masturbated. That would have mortified her and ensured that she 
would never speak to either of them again. Cathy kept silent about that 
exciting interlude, however, and gradually Debbie breathed easier. She still 
felt very upset with the girl for mentioning her to Pete in a sexual 
context, though there seemed to be little she could do about it. 

"Sure, that's it!" Cathy said after listening to Pete's repeated denials of 
any interest in his sister. "By God, you're getting the hot and hornies for 
her! You're finally waking up and seeing her for what she really is!" 

Pete continued to deny the accusation but even Debbie now detected the 
forced note in his voice. She felt a tremor of apprehension flash over her 
skin when she realized that Pete really was interested in her, even though, 
as it appeared, he could not admit this fact. Would it be possible, she 
wondered, for him to make an approach to her? The prospect sent a flood of 
hot oil gushing from the mouth of her cunt and turned the lips of her pussy 
into antennae that radiated lusty messages of compliance. 

"Come on, you're not all hung up on that incest stuff!" Cathy scoffed. 
"Look, the second guy I ever made it with was my brother! Chuckie, you know? 
God, did he ever ream my cunt out that morning when we were all alone at the 
beach house! Mom and Dad and the others, they'd gone into town for a bunch 
of stuff and we'd slept late, I can still remember it. They'd barely gotten 
out of the driveway and there he was, crawling into bed with me and rubbing 
that big, hard cock of his all over my belly!" 

Debbie's eyes nearly popped from their sockets when she heard Cathy casually 
admit to having had her own brother as a lover. She knew Chuckie fairly 
well, since-the youth had been one of the area's finest swimmers. He was now 
twenty-two or so-about six years older than herself, she guessed and was 
attending medical school. 

"You're kidding me!" Pete gasped. "Chuckie? I ... I can't believe it!" 

"Believe it," she told him. "That summer we really had ourselves a ball, I'm 
telling you! Mmmm, he showed me every way in the world to get it on, almost, 
and we just had ourselves a barrel of fun!" 

Pete gaped dully at her, unable to comprehend the full import of her words. 
Debbie also found it difficult to believe what she was hearing. Cathy gave 
no hint of saying anything out of the ordinary and, in fact, made the notion 
of having one's brother or sister as a lover seem quite unexceptional. 

"No, it just wouldn't work," Pete finally said. "Even if ... well, Debbie's 
not like that. I mean, she wouldn't be interested!" 

"Oh? You seem to have a different attitude toward her now that you've gotten 
back from the tryouts," Cathy pointed out. "What happened up there? 
Something must have happened to give you a different outlook, I know it 
did!" 

"Well ... I guess there was one thing," Pete reluctantly conceded. "See, 
while she was there ... well, she got this thing going with this black dude, 
see? A half-miler from back East some place, I think it was. Anyway, they'd 
go jogging off every morning and show up a little while later-quite a while 
later, really-and they both looked like they'd really been going at it. I 
was really worried about her for a while, it was so obvious. You know how 
coaches are. If they'd found out that she was up there in the trees balling 
that dude they'd have shit bricks!" 

"Yeah, I guess they would," Cathy admitted. "Coaches are real funny about 
that. But what about the guy? I mean, so what? She went off and got laid, it 
happens all the time, Pete!" 

"Sure, but ... well, I guess I just never thought about her doing it 
before," Pete said. "I mean, it was a real shock, you know? Finding out that 
your own kid sister's off getting her cunt reamed out, that really sets you 
back. Hell, I didn't care about the dude being black or not, as a 
matter-of-fact he seemed like a really right kind of guy. I don't know, 
seeing her coming out of the woods with that guy, it kinda shook me up, I 
guess." 

"You know what's your problem?" Cathy asked. "You're jealous, that's what!" 

Pete denied the charge with some heat but the girl merely shook her head and 
looked very knowing. After a time, she grinned broadly and spread her thighs 
wider apart, still rubbing her right index finger up and down the moist slit 
between them. 

"C'mon, Pete, wake up and take a look at yourself!" she urged. "Wouldn't it 
be a blast, taking her up here and plopping her ass down on the grass? She's 
really got a fine ass on her, you know, and I'm just positive she's as hot a 
piece as you've ever had! Yeah, I'd like to be here and make that scene 
myself! Mmmm, maybe she could help me go down on you! Between the two of us, 
we'd make your balls cough up so much come you wouldn't get a hard-on for a 
week!" 

Debbie's cheeks burned even more furiously at that. She knew that Cathy was 
quite serious, though she appeared to be teasing, and that she would leap at 
the chance of sharing Pete with anyone. She herself had learned that Cathy 
had a strange sexual streak in her makeup and that the girl would respond 
especially strongly to sharing a man with another girl. She discovered now 
that the prospect could make her own pussy throb and tingle with surprising 
force. 

"Ah, you're just saying that," Pete scoffed. "Even if Debbie's get up for 
it-and I don't think for a minute that she would-you wouldn't go along with 
anything like that! You're just putting me on!" 

"Try me and find out," Cathy muttered, flashing him a dark, profound look. 
"You just try me sometime and see how much I'm putting you on! But what the 
hell, Pete, this isn't getting either one of us any fun! C'mon, c'mon, 
honey, get over me and let me feel that big cock of yours in my mouth! Mmmm, 
all this talking, it's really got me in the mood for a good blow job!" 

She lay back and waited. Pete was not the one to continue a discussion in 
the teeth of an invitation like that, no matter how exciting or interesting 
the topic, and he wasted no time in spreading his body over hers. He 
stretched out, bringing his lips down to her pussy, and arched his loins 
over her head. Debbie lay directly behind him and thus she saw the tender, 
loving care with which Cathy took his big prick in her hands to guide it 
down to her mouth. In mounting her he had developed another erection, a 
magnificent testament to his youthful virility, and the tool was already 
full-sized when she opened her mouth to enclose it. 

Pete began fucking down into her mouth with slow, gentle strokes. At the 
same time his tongue darted forth to explore the juicy crevice between the 
lips of her pussy and within a very short time Debbie's sharp ears caught 
the sounds of his lapping. Cathy fondled his balls for a moment and then 
reached around his flanks to sink her long, muscular fingers into the cheeks 
of his ass. She spread those tightly muscled mounds wide and then reached 
further, bringing the index finger of her right hand over his puckered anus. 
Her dry finger would not penetrate that tight little opening but she applied 
enough pressure to give him a great deal of sexual stimulation. Debbie well 
remembered her own finger resting against Herbie's anus and she blinked, 
finding it difficult to focus her lust-blurred eyes. 

She watched as the young couple excited each other to the point of climax, 
then eased off in order to keep the tensions built up within their bodies 
for another few minutes. Pete rolled off the girl and fell on his back but 
Cathy followed him over and lay beside him. She fondled his balls while 
allowing his prick to lose a portion of its excitement and then looked up, 
peering into the bushes directly in front of her. Debbie shrank back 
slightly, though she knew that the girl would not be likely to see her. As 
she watched through the thick, lacy shrouds of leaves, it seemed to her that 
Cathy grinned in recognition for a moment before she bent her head back down 
to take Pet's cock in her mouth once more. 

"God, I love your cock!" Cathy said, and it seemed quite obvious to Debbie 
that the girl used a louder tone than before. "Mmmm, fresh and hot and wet 
from my cunt, it's just the sexiest thing ever! Do you really like to lick 
my pussy after you've fucked me so well?" 

"Hey, you know I do," he said. "How about this, though? Like this better?" 

"Oh, wow, I could go crazy when I feel your tongue rimming my asshole like 
that!" Cathy cried out. She closed her eyes and shuddered with vivid 
sensuality. "Mmmm, one of these days I'm going to get my nerve up and have 
you fuck me in the ass! God, I think I'd like that better than anything, 
just about!" 

"Oh yeah, suck on my balls!" he said as she lowered her lips to those big 
eggs and began kissing them avidly. "Ugggghhhh! I don't know which is 
better, when you suck my balls or my cock!" 

"Mmmmm, that-slurp-that's another reason why you-mmmm!-ought to get Debbie 
up here with me!" Cathy said, punctuating her words with loud, smacking 
kisses on his balls. "One of us could eat your cock and the other could 
nuzzle your balls and together, honey, we'd really do a job on you! Oh, 
yeah, and one of us would be sure to fingerfuck your asshole too, don't 
forget that!" 

"God, get it on!" Pete groaned, writhing about in genuine anguish and 
stabbing his prick into the air beside her cheek. "Go down on me, Cathy, go 
down hard and suck the come outta my nuts! Ohhhh, F dying to shoot off in 
your mouth again!" 

His words trailed off into muffled, incomprehensible gibberish. Debbie 
squirmed helplessly on the turf, knowing that his speech had become 
indistinct because his mouth had been pressed firmly against Cathy's hot, 
utterly complacent pussy. She felt her own hunger all the more strongly now 
that she had heard the same noises coming from between her own long, lovely 
thighs when Herbie had attacked her pussy with his mouth. She knew exactly 
what Cathy was feeling and that knowledge made her slit burn and throb with 
an intensity that overshadowed the feelings she had had when she had spied 
on them earlier. 

Pete and Cathy served each other royally that morning. Debbie could not take 
her eyes off her brother's beautifully swollen cock, so thick and flushed 
with sexual fevers. She nearly exploded with impotent desire when she saw 
his balls begin dancing madly within their sack. Her eye caught the steady, 
pulsating throb of the massive vein in the underside of his cock and she 
knew that he was pumping thick, steaming jets of salty come into the girl's 
voracious mouth. Cathy's face assumed an expression of total bliss as she 
received his seminal charge and swallowed every drop of the rich brew. She 
snapped her head froms side to side and worked her mouth up and down the 
spasmodically jetting shaft, doing everything in her power to heighten is 
feeling and make his climax both longer and more powerful. He, in turn, 
groaned furiously as he writhed about in his agony of sexual triumph. He 
jabbed up repeatedly, fucking the girl's mouth with vigorous strokes that 
added to his pleasure, and finally fell back onto the grass with a low, 
whimpering sound of total pleasure. 

"God, it just gets better and better!" he muttered, his voice weak and 
trembling. "Oh, wow, that nearly killed me!" 

"What a way to go, eh?" she chuckled. "Yes, I feel the same way myself. But 
no more this morning? Is twice enough for you these days?" 

"Wait till after I get back from Montreal," he promised. "We'll try to work 
something out then, some way to have four or five days together. Then it'll 
be nothing but fucking and sucking, you can believe that!" 

"You make it sound delicious!" 

Cathy would obviously have been willing to have spent longer with him but he 
would not have it. He got to his feet and began dressing Debbie now saw that 
she had gotten herself into a very difficult spot. She could hardly leave 
without making so much noise that he would hear her and she emphatically did 
not want to remain in place, because that would mean that Cathy would come 
and find her. She felt positive that the girl knew she was there and of all 
people, she did not want to talk to Cathy at that moment. 

Much to her surprise and relief. Cathy rose to her feet and began pulling on 
her own clothes. Pete looked up in surprise, only to be told that she wanted 
to finish her own workout early that day. Debbie barely suppressed a 
tremendous sigh of relief and she watched gratefully as the couple finished 
dressing and then jogged out of the clearing. 

 CHAPTER EIGHT 

Once the couple had disappeared from sight, Debbie crawled out into the 
clearing. Her initial reaction, one of relief that they had left her alone, 
now melted away. In its place she felt a combination of rage and shame. She 
was perfectly furious with Cathy for having brought into the open the 
relationship between her and her brother, but she was also ashamed to have 
the fact of her desire made known. Even that look of thoughtful interest she 
had seen on Pete's face as he had listened to Cathy failed to boost the 
girl's spirits. She could now see that Pete's attitude toward her had 
changed, and in exactly the direction she had hoped, but she could not draw 
any consolation from that fact. 

How can I ever look him in the face again? she asked herself as she stalked 
back and forth across the little clearing. Now that he knows, he'll think 
I'm just awful, I know he will! Ohhhh, damn that Cathy, I could scratch her 
eyes out! The little bitch, the whore, why couldn't she keep her mouth shut 
about me? and She knew I was there, she knew it! She was just doing it to 
get back at me, I know she was! 

Try as she would, she could find no way out of the dilemma facing her. After 
forming and quickly discarding a number of improbable solutions, not one of 
which had any connection with reality, she gave up in disgust and left the 
clearing. She continued her long distance jog through the forest and 
returned to the training field, where she saw Pete, Cathy and several other 
athletes. She avoided them as long as possible and only gradually did she 
come to realize that there was no discernible difference in the way any of 
them treated her. Even Pete acted the same as always, slightly withdrawn but 
very interested in ther progress as an athlete. He and Cathy showed no sign 
of having discussed her in the most intimate terms less than an hour ago. 

Debbie found their blase attitude a riddle. Fully expecting them to laugh at 
her or to ridicule her in some way, their matter-of-fact acceptance of her 
threw her completely off balance. She circled them warily, expecting at any 
moment to be made the butt of some cruel joke, but they went on with their 
workout in exactly the same way as the day before. Debbie finally gave up 
trying to understand what was going on and concentrated more fully on her 
own exercise program. Afterward she showered and walked home by herself, 
still wary and still ex pecting some kind of follow-up to the discussion she 
had overheard that morning. 

After a week, when neither Pete nor Cathy nor any of the other athletes who 
used the practice field each day gave any sign of knowing about her passion 
for her brother, she settled back into a kind of dull, mindless routine and 
devoted herself completely to her preparations for Montreal. There were 
times when she was almost on the point of confronting Cathy with her 
knowledge of what she had overheard that morning but she could never quite 
bring herself to the point of carrying it off. She was certain that Cathy 
had known she was there and that the girl had deliberately raised the 
subject to embarrass and humiliate her. Now that nothing more came of it, 
she could not understand why. 

Debbie's preoccupations blinded her to several tentative moves Pete made to 
heal the breach between them. When his tentative peace offerings drew no 
response from her, he gave up in despair and began concentrating more fully 
on his own preparations for the showdown in Montreal. Thus they spent the 
weeks before leaving for Buffalo, New York, where they were both scheduled 
to put in their last weeks of preparations for the Olympics. 

A last minute change in plans had resulted in the men milers and half-milers 
having their final training site transferred to Hanover, New Hampshire, 
where they would use the facilities of Dartmouth College. Thus Debbie could 
not renew her curious affair with Herbie Mason until they actually arrived 
in Montreal, a fact which caused her to become very disenchanted with 
Buffalo and her group's training facilities there. 

Debbie and Pete continued to do much of their practicing together. Despite 
the coolness that had grown up between them, they had trained together for 
so long that both of them felt very uncomfortable working out with anyone 
else. They were partway through one of their extended jogs at the golf 
course they used for long distance running when Debbie momentarily 
lengthened her stride to avoid a small stone lying in her path. As she came 
down on her right leg after stretching much farther than usual, she felt a 
small, searing pain in the upper portion of her right thigh. Gasping out, 
she tumbled to the ground and rolled over, clutching her leg and whimpering 
weakly. 

"Huh? What happened?" Pete asked when he had heard her fall and had dashed 
back to bend over her. "Is it bad?" 

"I think-just a cramp, I think," she gasped, rubbing her thigh muscle and 
grimacing with pain. "Or maybe a little strain, I'm not sure. Ohh, Jesus, it 
hurts like hell!" 

"Here, lie back and let me see if I can't rub it out," he said. "No, don't 
try to get up or anything!" 

Since the day had been very hot, they had worn only tee shirts and shorts 
for their run. Pete knelt over her knee and began massaging the injured 
thigh, applying the same technique trainers had used on his own legs when he 
had suffered from cramps. After a couple of minutes Debbie felt the pain 
beginning to subside and she heaved a sigh of relief, knowing now that she 
had suffered only a cramp and not a possibly crippling injury. Pete's strong 
fingers soothed the overtaxed muscle and helped her to relax. Inevitably, 
once the pain had dwindled away, she became aware of the sexual implications 
of his ministrations, which were all the more suggestive because his hands 
were very far up her smooth, well-muscled thigh. She also remembered that 
she had not worn any panties under her track shorts and she suspected that 
the skimpy garment, with its wide legs, would not be very effective in 
covering her pussy, especially not with him at that angle. 

When his hands slowed, she looked at him and saw that she had guessed 
exactly right. His eyes were riveted on the leg of her shorts and she knew 
that he was looking at her slit. Even though she had almost had heart 
failure when she had felt the shooting pain-with the Olympics only a week 
away, almost any kind of muscle tear or sprain could well put her out of the 
games-she now felt an incredibly strong urge of pure animal passion. 

"Yeah, it's a pussy!" she heard herself saying. 

"Just like every other girl got! Standard equipment, you know!" 

"I-I'm sorry, Sis, I didn't mean to ... well, I mean, I ... ohh, shit, I 
don't know what I mean!" 

"Go ahead and look if you like," she said. "I don't mind!" 

Afterward, thinking back on it all, Debbie could not imagine how she had 
found the nerve to say the things she had said. It seemed to her that 
another creature had suddenly been fused into her own skin and was speaking 
for her. She knew quite well that she would never have spoken so frankly or 
bluntly herself. That had to be the only explanation. 

Regardless of the validity or invalidity of her way of explaining her 
forwardness, Pete hesitated only a moment before pushing his hand farther up 
her firm thigh. His fingers slipped inside the loose, flaring legs of her 
shorts and grazed the volcanic slit running down from the base of her belly. 
Debbie groaned deep in her throat and thrust against him, unable to keep her 
body from answering that initial caress. Moaning louder, she suddenly flung 
down her right hand and clamped it over his to hold his hand tightly against 
her pussy. 

"Ohhhh, God, don't stop!" she panted hoarsely. "Mmmm, don't stop! It's so 
good! So fucking good!" 

Pete thus found himself led, step by seemingly harmless step, into taking 
the final plunge and committing himself to a course of action he had long 
contemplated with mixed emotions. He could now see that Debbie was an 
immensely desirable girl. Seeing her with Herbie had opened his eyes to that 
fact. Virile young sexual athlete that he was, he naturally responded to her 
physical charm. He still harbored deep misgivings about making sexual 
advances to his own sister, however, and these doubts strongly asserted 
themselves as he ran his long fingers over that ripe, well moistened slit. 

Inevitably his finger found its way between the lips of her pussy and probed 
the tender, lustfully inflamed rim of her cunt. She thrust upward with her 
hips again and pushed his hand more firmly against her loins. His finger 
slipped farther up that passionately heated tunnel and then came to rest 
against the virginal barrier. For a second or two he could not understand 
what his finger had touched and then he realized that his fingertip was 
pressing against her cherry. 

"Hey, what the hell's going on here?" he asked, keeping his hand firmly 
locked between her thighs. "I thought Herbie had fucked you!" 

"Mmmmm, don't talk!" Debbie panted. "Ooooh, just keep on doing it like that! 
Ohhh, Pete, it's so good! You're doing it-aggghhhh! Ohhhh, now! Now, damn 
you, do it hard! Omigod, I'm coming! Aggggghhhh! Ooooooh!" 

Caught by surprise, he remained motionless for a moment, Then, realizing 
that she was fucking herself into a climax against his finger, he began 
rotating it around inside her cunt's tight, hot grip. He pressed hard 
against the walls of that exquisitely sensitive tunnel and felt a surge of 
pleasure as her cries became louder and more strained. He continued working 
his finger around that tight little opening until the moment when she surged 
against him one last time, shuddered heavily and then fell back, panting and 
limp from her exertion. 

"Mmmmm, that was heavenly!" she whispered. "So good, darling! Just the way I 
wanted it!" 

"No, you're not doing anything of the kind!" he said when she sat up and 
made as if to reach out and take his prick in her hand. Even through the 
thick cotton twill of his shorts and the elasticized cup of his jock, his 
prick made a definite and sinister bulge and more than adequately betrayed 
his own arousal. "Not till you tell me what's going on here! Isn't that a 
cherry I felt there? C'mon, Debbie, come clean and tell me what's going on 
here!" 

Blushing, she launched into a rambling, disjointed explanation of her affair 
with Herbie. At first she found it difficult to talk about the more intimate 
aspects of that relationship but gradually, as she warmed to the subject, 
she found her inhibitions dropping away quickly. She explained that she had 
set out to seduce Herbie and that he had been entirely willing until he had 
discovered her virginity. That discovery had set him back and he had refused 
to carry through with the sexual act. Instead, he had brought her to a 
climax through oral stimulation and she had reciprocated the favor. 

"So, actually, he wasn't fucking me at all," Debbie told him. "We went down 
on each other a lot but as far as fucking goes ... well, you felt it 
yourself! I guess .. yeah, I guess I was saving it for you!" 

Her face reddened as she confessed her innermost desire but she managed to 
look her brother straight in the eye as she spoke. Pete's hand remained 
thrust into the leg of her shorts and his finger still rested snugly against 
the lips of her pussy. Debbie again pressed her own hand against his, 
increasing his finger's pressure against her hot, lathered slit, and she 
tilted her pelvis down hard against that deliciously stirring finger. 

"I know, I can't make you fuck me," she continued, "but I hope you will! Oh, 
Pete, I want it so! I've seen you and Cathy making it, up in that little 
clearing close to where you jog back home. I could just die, almost, when I 
think of you sticking that big, lovely cock of yours up her cunt! Every 
time, when I saw it going in, I couldn't help but think about how great it 
would be if you were sticking it in my cunt, shooting all that hot come up 
me!" 

Her impassioned statement affected him deeply. He rubbed his finger against 
her pussy thoughtfully, making that highly responsive slit tingle harder 
than ever, and worked the tip of his finger back and forth in the rim of her 
cunt for a moment longer. Just as she was beginning to think that he might 
be intending to fingerfuck her into another climax-a thought that was far 
from displeasing to her-he withdrew his hand and leaned back. 

"Yes, I'll fuck you," he said. A flood of relief and happiness came over her 
upon hearing that marvelous statement. "I guess it's been gnawing at the 
back of my mind for a long time, longer than I've even been willing to admit 
to myself, even. But I'd rather let it wait till after the meet, you know? I 
mean, I've started taking this really serious and ... well, I've decided 
that I just can't risk it. About fucking and all, I mean. What if the 
coaches are right? What if fucking really does screw up a guy's training? 
Debbie, this race means just a hell of a lot to me, I'm coming to find out! 
So how about if we put it off till after, huh? I mean, it's not that I don't 
want to, God, that's not the way it is. But ... I guess I'm afraid that once 
I started fucking with you, then I'd never want to stop and ... and I'd just 
rather not take a chance, see?" 

"Of course I understand," she told him. Although she felt disappointed that 
she was not to have the joy of receiving his cock at once, his promise that 
he wanted her and intended having her later gave her a wonderful lift. "And 
you're right-this means a lot too much to take any chances!" 

She got to her feet and, after working her leg back and forth for a moment 
or two, decided that the cramp had left no after-effects. Nevertheless she 
used extreme caution in jogging back to the training field, where she 
consulted with her coach and trainer. After a lengthy discussion they 
decided that she should rest for the remainder of that day and resume her 
training tomorrow. Debbie went into the locker room, showered and dressed. 
As she stood beneath the shower, she recalled the way Pete's finger had 
teased her pussy into throbbing, heated life and then propelled her into the 
maelstrom of orgiastic release. The memory naturally heightened her desire 
and she would have masturbated then and there had not another girl come into 
the shower room at that moment. Debbie quickly dried herself, dressed and 
went back to her dormitory room, where she locked the door behind her and 
threw herself onto her bed. Then she clamped both hands between her thighs, 
not even bothering to take off her panties, and rubbed her fiercely aroused 
slit until a long series of orgasmic pulsations had coursed through her 
loins. As she writhed against her hands, she imagined Pete kneeling over 
her, straddling her belly and jacking off. Her mind's eye clearly pictured 
his big fist stroking his cock, pumping back and forth relentlessly. At the 
height of her sexual release she imagined that he too was coming. She could 
almost taste the salty essence of his come as he pumped vigorously and 
sprayed the thick, manly cream over her breasts and face with glorious 
imprecision. That image powerfully intensified her own climax and made it 
easier for her to direct her mind away from her body's needs. 

Once she had become assured of Pete's interest, Debbie found herself paying 
much more attention to the athlete with whom she was living. In particular 
she began developing a closer tie with La Wanda Jenkinson, her roommate. La 
Wanda, from Kansas and a specialist in the hundred yard dash, was black, 
short, slight of build and fiercely competitive. If previous times had any 
meaning, she did not figure to be a likely candidate for a medal at Montreal 
but that did not keep her from training rigorously and preparing herself 
with dedication. Her devotion to her training, however, did not keep her 
from enjoying herself, as Debbie quickly began noticing. 

"Shee-itt, those coaches have got their head up their ass so far they don't 
know what the hell's going on!" La Wanda told her one afternoon as they 
lounged in their room. "That ol' bull dyke that's coaching the sprinters, 
she was reading us out today about how our legs are gonna rot off if we so 
much as let a guy feel of 'em! And all the while she was just about raping 
us with her eyes! I bet she'd be singing a different story if I was to start 
talking about wrapping my legs around that fat face of hers and washing her 
chops off with my gash! Yeah, it'd be a whole lot different then!" 

"Do you think it's bad to get it on while you're training?" Debbie asked, 
smiling at the girl's scornful reference to Billie Faye Malone, the brawny, 
gruff woman who was coaching the dash team. "I mean, does it really screw 
you up, do you think?" 

"Shit, that afternoon at Baton Rouge when I showed them my ass? Best time I 
ever did, and the night before I was curled up with this high jumper from 
Oklahoma, a scrawny ol' white dude with a prong on him about like a 
watermelon, and we damned near ruined us a mattress 'fore I wore him down! 
No, it doesn't hurt anything if you get yourself fucked good. Me, I think it 
helps me relax more if I can get myself a good, hot cuntfull of hard dick!" 

"Yeah, that's what I was thinking, too," Debbie agreed. "Of course, I 
haven't ever balled a buy, so I don't know for sure, but I've gotten it on 
in some other ways and I couldn't see that it hurt anything." 

"Hey, you got your cherry still? Man, that's outta sight. Mmmmmm, I bet some 
dude's gonna have a fine ol' time, plowing up that cunt of yours! But guys, 
they get all sorts of screwed-up ideas. It's like that come they shoot out, 
that's all that's holding them together, you know? Some of those guys, I 
think they'd faint and fall back in it if you even mentioned fucking to 'em, 
they're so uptight about it all!" 

"Yeah, I think girls are a lot more sensible about that stuff," Debbie 
mused. "Like that Tania Soan, you know? Everybody says she's going down on 
every girl that gets close to her and it sure doesn't seem to hurt her 
times. And she's running a mile!" 

There were several lesbians among the women's contingent and some of them 
made no effort at all to hide their sexual preferences. Tania was a short, 
slender blonde from Florida who consistently turned practice miles at a pace 
very close to the Olympic record. She continually prowled the dormitory, 
usually stark naked, and made it abundantly clear that she was willing to 
take on any and all the women she met. If sexual activity had any effect on 
a runner's stamina, Debbie had to admit, then surely Tania would be lucky 
indeed to turn a six minute mile! 

"What about that cherry of yours?" LaWanda asked. "You saving it for 
somebody special?" 

"Yeah, a guy ... a guy from back home," Debbie admitted. "After the race 
we're going to ... you know, do it up in style!" 

"Super!" LaWanda said. "That's the way, figure it out beforehand and make 
sure everything's right. That way you'll have a lot better chance of getting 
started off right!" 

 CHAPTER NINE 

Alerted by La Wanda's frankness in stating her own lack of inhibitions with 
regard to maintaining a state of celibacy during training, Debbie began 
paying closer attention to the byplay among the women on the team. She 
easily identified most of the lesbians, not so much because of any 
peculiarities in their lookes-indeed, some of the most blatant women-lovers, 
including the redoubtable Tania, were ultra-feminine in looks and 
behavior-as because of their frankness in admiring other members of their 
own sex. 

"God, this crowd gets much hornier, they'll be humping each other in the 
showers!" La Wanda said once when Debbie mentioned the forthright way in 
which some of the women athletes approached each other. "If they ever put 
muff diving on the Olympic list, we've got a bunch of gold medal winners for 
sure!" 

No one carried the sexual byplay to quite the extent of openly engaging in 
sex in the showers, though several of the women openly flaunted their bodies 
to each other. This restraint, Debbie guessed, was out of deference to the 
coahces. Not so much out of a regard for their supposedly tender 
sensibilities as because of a desire to avoid any open confrontation. 

Among the women athletes more interested in heterosexual byplay, of whom La 
Wanda was one of the most prominent, the talk was about evenly split between 
the forthcoming competition and the members of the men's team. La Wanda, 
especially, let it be know that she would not be at all averse to forming a 
brief liaison with certain members of that group. Nor did she show any signs 
of color preference, as Debbie quickly discovered. 

"Shit, white dudes can fuck just as good as black guys any day," the girl 
said. "And that old stuff about black guys having dongs the size of an 
elephant's whang, you can just forget it! Sure, some black guys are hung 
good, but so are some white dudes. It's like they say, honey: all cats look 
alike in the dark!" 

Debbie felt bold enough to tell her new friend about her experience with 
Herbie Mason. La Wanda listened and laughed with delight when Debbie said 
that he had refused to split her maidenhead. She nodded approvingly upon 
learning that Herbie had suggested oral sex as an acceptable substitute. 

"That's the great thing about guys," the girls said. "There's so many things 
you can do with 'em, a lot more than with girls. And they're all fun things 
to do, too! Yeah, give me a guy any day!" 

"Really? You've made it with girls, too?" 

"Sure. Back in my freshman year at college, there I was in that big place, a 
little country girl from out of the Kansas wheat fields, I didn't know what 
the hell was going on. So Marva Capman-she was the coach-she started 
honeying me up a little and the next thing I knew, wham! She was lapping my 
snatch like it was going out of style and me, I was just dying to do it back 
to her! It's all right, making it with a girl, but they can't even begin to 
move me the way a guy can. I guess I've just gotten too used to having a 
prick stuck in me. And a guy comes so good. I really dig it when that jism 
starts shooting out!" 

Debbie was thus not overly surprised one morning when LaWanda sidled up 
beside her and asked if she wanted to take a jog through the woods. She 
could tell that her sensual minded friend had something special planned but 
LaWanda stubbornly refused to say anything more. They jogged once around the 
track and then headed for one of the many trails leading off the campus. 
After a brisk run of about a half mile, LaWanda veered off the main trail 
and ducked into a thick grove of pine trees. Debbie followed and soon found 
herself being led deeper into the woods. 

"Right around that bend there," LaWanda muttered after they had pulled to a 
stop and begun walking. "Man, I think maybe you're really gonna like this!" 

When they turned the bend, Debbie saw, with not a great deal of surprise, 
that a young man was waiting a few yards ahead. She recognized him as Hugh 
Mann, a pole vaulter who had had to drop out of the training camp because of 
a badly wrenched right elbow. He was tall and lanky, like virtually all the 
male athletes, and had a big, shaggy fall of golden blonde hair. Only his 
muscular shoulders and powerful chest indicated his specialty. Like all pole 
vaulters, his upper body was especially well developed. 

"I brought along a friend," La Wanda said after exchanging greetings with 
him. "You know Debbie, I bet. She's kind of into this stuff too and I 
thought she might get off on watching, maybe helping out a little, stuff 
like this!" 

"Yes, I know her," Hugh said, giving her a big grin. "And I've wished that 
she were just a little friendlier, too?" 

Debbie did not know what to say. She trusted LaWanda and thus did not fear 
for her safety but she was not at all sure that she liked being led 
blindfolded, so to speak, into this kind of situation. 

"Yeah, I know," LaWanda said, turning to her and reading the confusion on 
her face, "it's a drag, being pushed into this without being told. But 
honey, I just khow you'll get off on all this. Hugh's been making eyes at me 
every since we got here and now that he's screwed his elbow up, there's no 
reason why we can't go ahead and do what we like. How'd you like it if we 
both went down on him together? Or maybe he could eat your pussy out while 
I'm giving him a ride? He's just the sexiest thing ever and I know he'd do a 
good job!" 

Debbie flushed violently and looked away from Hugh. As LaWanda had said, he 
certainly had an erotic air and was highly attractive. If she were going to 
pick one of the men as a sexual partner, omitting Pete, she might very well 
have put the lanky blonde at the very top of her list. La Wanda's sudden 
suggestion took her completely by surprise and she did not know what to say. 

"Aw, c'mon," LaWanda urged. "He won't mind it, you being cherry and all, I 
know he won't. And if you don't want to fuck, that's fine! It'll just mean 
that I get more of that good, hard cock to myself, that's all!" 

Debbie found it almost impossible to think clearly, especially after Hugh 
had stripped off his tee shirt and began pulling down his shorts. His naked 
torso, deeply tanned, rippled with muscles and exuded physical vitality. As 
he peeled off the shorts and his jock strap, his prick came into view and it 
was a superb piece of fucking equipment, she had to admit. Her pussy's lips 
at once began clamoring and that familiar gnawing sensation of emptiness 
began to pervade her cunt, further weakening her resolutions of good 
behavior. 

"Tell you what," LaWanda suggested as she pulled her own track shirt off and 
tugged the waistband of her shorts down. "You just sit here and watch for a 
while, huh? And if you don't want to stay, or you'd rather not join in, 
that's cool! We won't either one of us say a word! Right, Hugh?" 

"Right," he agreed. "But I really think it'd be cool if both of you were to 
get together. I mean, you're just the coolest girls on the whole team and I 
can't think of anything I'd rather do than make it with both of you. And if 
you want to keep your cherry, that's okay with me!" 

"I ... I think I'd like to stay here," Debbie faltered. Then, once having 
made that commitment, she felt impelled to add, "and I'll help LaWanda go 
down on you! I'll fuck your face while she's riding you down! Yes, I think 
I'd like that too!" 

She resolutely pushed all thought of Pete from her mind. After all, she told 
herself, if Hugh did not fuck her, then there would be no way for anyone to 
tell that she had been with him. His tongue would leave no lasting imprint 
on her furnace-like pussy, she knew. She therefore felt much easier about 
committing herself and allowing her body to have its innermost desire. 

Debbie realized now that LaWanda was an extremely attractive girl. It was as 
though sexual passions had transformed her, making her face infinitely more 
attractive and turning her body into a much more desirable package. Small 
and trim-she stood about five feet tall and could not have weighed one 
hundred pounds-she was dwarfed by the big, bushy Afro crowning her head. Her 
breasts, small cones of firm, chocolate-hued flesh, jutted out sharply and 
her nipples had swelled into hard cones of reddened sensitivity. A slight 
'vee of very bushy, wiry black hair marked her lovemound. 

"God, look at the cock on that mother!" LaWanda breathed when Hugh had 
pulled off his track shoes and turned to face them. "Man, you could vault 
fifteen or sixteen feet with that pole right there!" 

Debbie had to smile at the piquant expression but she could not deny that 
Hugh was formidably equipped. His cock was every bit as large as Pete's and 
was probably thicker. The head was especially large and his balls seemed to 
swing halfway to his knees. When LaWanda went over to him and knelt before 
him, taking his prick into her hands and peeling back the foreskin with a 
quick, easy gesture, the naked head flared out like a gigantic purple 
mushroom. Debbie found it almost impossible to believe that the slight girl 
really intended allowing herself to be fucked by that mammoth tool, which 
looked all the more immense when compared to her diminutive build. But 
LaWanda seemed to have no trepidation whatever about availing herself of it. 

Opening her mouth wide, the black girl promptly engulfed the exposed head of 
Hugh's cock with her lips. She closed her eyes and a blissful, happy 
expression came over her face as she forced her lips far down the thick 
shaft. She did not take all the big rod into her mouth but she got enough of 
it for Debbie to be certain that the head was nudging well into her throat. 
After gently fellating him for a moment, she pulled her face away and looked 
toward Debbie. 

"God, it's just great!" she murmured. "C'mon, honey, get over here and get 
yourself a little of this! Mmmm, he's just as hot and hard as any guy in the 
whole world!" 

Debbie watched for a moment longer and then found it impossible to resist 
the fierce hungers gnawing at the ripe, juicy slit between her thighs. She 
quickly threw off her exercise clothing and shoes, then went over to kneel 
at La Wanda's side. The black girl had again taken his cock into her mouth 
but after a moment she relinquished it and guided it toward Debbie's mouth. 
Debbie sucked him greedily, using her tongue as Herbie had taught her, and 
felt a gratifying surge of womanly pride when her skilled attentions brought 
a thump of lusty approbation coursing through the thick, meaty shaft. 

"God, I wish I could get all of it in my mouth!" she whispered as LaWanda 
reclaimed the thick prize. 

"I'd like to feel it going all the way down my throat!" 

"I'll give it to you," Hugh promised. "Yeah, you can have all of it you 
want! You don't have to worry about that!" 

"Hey, hold on there!" LaWanda said, grinning wickedly. "Most of that good 
thing's mine! And I've got just the place for it, too!" 

Debbie still found it difficult to believe that the tiny girl was really 
serious about taking that huge prong, though LaWanda seemed more determined 
than ever to have it thrust between the lips of her pussy and far up her 
cunt. Hugh maintained his standing position for another minute or two while 
the two girls took turns in kissing and sucking his prick. Finally, seeing 
that it would be easier for them to stimulate him if he were in a prone 
position, they urged him to lie down. He did so and his cock fell back onto 
his flat, firmly muscled belly, stretching almost up to his navel. 

Debbie remembered some of her conversations with Cathy and also bits of what 
Herbie had told her. In particular she remembered enough to suspect that 
Hugh might find it particularly stimulating to have his prick and balls 
sucked at the same time. She therefore moved her lips down the shaft of that 
thick tool and kissed her way over the big, egg-filled bag. His balls were 
so large that she could not get both of them into her mouth at the same time 
but she sucked them in turn, running her tongue over his wrinkled bag and 
delighting at the sounds of approval she brought from his throat. 

Hugh's animated reaction to their sucking inspired them both to a more 
ardent demonstration of their oral prowess. Debbie's lips roamed over his 
balls with abandon and she even kissed her way down to his asshole. He 
lifted himself slightly and spread his thighs to facilitate her mouth's 
progress and without even thinking about it Debbie flicked out her tongue to 
caress the puckered, acorn-like opening resting between his buttocks. Her 
saliva moistened the little crevice enough to facilitate the entry of her 
finger and she -rimmed him with a delicate grace. 

Hugh groped at their bodies and they edged around to bring their hips into a 
position that would enable him to fondle their pussies. He used his left 
hand on LaWanda and slipped his right between Debbie's thighs. He flicked 
his fingers over her pussy's flaming lips, bringing another violent surge of 
sexual desire flooding through her loins. His finger worked its way between 
those tenderly aroused petals and then poised briefly at the rim of her 
cunt. Debbie lowered her hips and thrust back at him, impaling herself on 
his waiting finger. 

"Hmmmm, I can't take this any longer!" LaWanda muttered after sucking his 
prick to near the point of no return. "Honey-man, I've got to feel that big 
thing inside!" 

"God, are you really going to let him put that thing in you?" Debbie could 
not help asking. "But you are so small!" 

"Shit, I'll take that cock and whip it down till it's no bigger than your 
little finger," LaWanda promised. "You just move down here and see if I 
don't get that big thing up my hole!" 

Eager to see that unimaginable happening, Debbie moved around to get herself 
into the best position for viewing. LaWanda straddled Hugh's body, sitting 
astride him with her back toward his face. Debbie therefore moved down to 
his knees and looked up. She saw, much to her surprise, that La Wanda's 
pussy was every bit as large as her own. The outer lips formed a long, 
generously proportioned slit and the inner lips hung down like halves of a 
large, overripe piece of sliced fruit. She spread those lips wide and 
Debbie, seeing her chance to help, reached out to take Hugh's stiff cock in 
her hand. 

"Let me!" she whispered. "Let me put it in for you! I'll ram it right up 
your cunt and then you can fuck him dry!" 

She brought the broad, purple knob crowning the tip of Hugh's prick up 
between La Wanda's fingers and rubbed it along that juicy, pink slit. The 
black girl quivered with delight as she felt that lewd instrument caressing 
the tenderest flesh. Debbie used his prick as though it were a finger and 
made sure that she pressed it firmly against her friend's rigid little 
clitoris repeatedly. As she worked it back and forth she noticed that the 
head was gathering a thick coating of juices from LaWanda's hotly aroused 
cunt. 

"Mmmm, I can't help it," she moaned, levering his prick away from the girl's 
slit and tilting the head down to her own face. "I've got to have it again!" 

With that she popped the head of Hugh's prick into her mouth. The 
distinctive flavor of LaWanda's cunt, very much like her own, stirred her 
lustfully aroused senses to a new pitch of anticipation. After running her 
tongue over the soft, sponge-like head of the big tool and bobbing her head 
up and down with vigor, she pulled away and pushed the moist tool back 
toward LaWanda's cunt. The girl was waiting expectantly and groaned with 
delight as she felt the hot, comforting presence of Hugh's prick one more. 

"Ahhhh, put it in my cunt!" the girl breathed. "God, I'm gonna come as soon 
as I feel it going it, I know I will! Ooooh, it's been so long since I've 
felt a prick in my cunt!" 

Debbie settled the head of that big tool into place and held it firmly. 
LaWanda lowered herself and forced the rim of her cunt down upon Hugh's cock 
with confidence. Debbie's eyes grew big and round with surprise as she saw 
the rim of the tiny cunt bulging into a big, perfect circle. The head of 
Hugh's cock easily slipped into that opening and LaWanda let out a long, 
whimpering moan of delicious pleasure. She lowered herself further, driving 
her wet, hot cunt farther down that thick shaft. Throughout she did not give 
any sign of discomfort, much to Debbie's surprise. 

"Ohhhh, are you ever tight!" Hugh groaned. "So hot and wet! Mmmm, just grind 
it down, fuck me to death!" 

Debbie watched until she could no longer stand the terrible tension eating 
away at her cunt. Looking up, she caught an encouraging look from Hugh and 
decided that she would avail herself of the offer implicit in his eyes. She 
scrambled upward and straddled his face, sitting with her back to La 
Wanda's. Hugh grasped her hips, digging his fingers in tight, guided her 
feverish, hot-lipped pussy down to his mouth. 

La Wanda's slow, grinding fuck inspired him to use his tongue with 
devastating effect. He licked her slowly, tracing the outline of that 
sensual crevice in a way that threatened to release a tornado of sexual 
torment at once. Debbie writhed about, gasping out wildly, and surrendered 
to the pentup emotion that had gripped her cunt and womb. Hugh's tongue 
played over her clitoris, sending out bone-melting charges of fleshly joy, 
and then moved back to probe the mouth of her cunt. Debbie screamed softly 
when she felt herself being penetrated and the sensation released all the 
tension accumulated in her loins. 

LaWanda, meanwhile, had added to the devastating effect of Hugh's big cock 
by stroking her clitoris with her own fingers. Between the different forms 
of sexual excitement, she quickly arrived at the peak of her own arousal. 
Grunting obscenely, she heaved her body to and fro with short, choppy 
motions of her hips and made his cock caress every surface of her cunt. As 
her climax became stronger and her cunt began contracting in rhythm with her 
pulsations of release, Hugh found that he could no longer hold back his own 
pleasure. 

Grunting and stabbing frantically with his tongue, he dealt out a long 
series of exciting caresses directly into the heart of Debbie's cunt. She 
felt as though her loins were being torn apart by the furious spasms of 
orgiastic frenzy but she could not help continuing to pump and grind against 
his mouth. Again and again she pressed down, grunting and gasping 
frantically with increasing strength. 

When Hugh's prick burst into flooding life within La Wanda's tight, 
furiously clutching cunt, the black girl became a veritable dynamo of 
fucking activity. Snapping her hips to and fro, she made her cunt into a 
hot, wet fist that flashed up and down the big, meaty stalk that probed deep 
into her flesh. As his sperm gushed out in hot, jetting spurts, she quivered 
heavily but continued writhing about in ways that added to Hugh's vast 
pleasure. 

They continued to twist and heave against each other until they had 
exhausted every trace of sexual feeling in their bodies. Debbie pitched 
forward, totally enervated by the violence of the climax Hugh had sucked 
from her cunt, and curled up at his head while LaWanda slipped off him and 
lay at his side. Even though she had been fucked almost senseless, she still 
reached out to take his big prick into her hand and hold it firmly. 

 CHAPTER TEN 

When Debbie recovered her senses enough to become aware of her surroundings, 
she saw that LaWanda had shifted her position. The black girl now had her 
cheek resting on Hugh's belly and the tip of his prick was in her mouth. She 
was not sucking him vigorously but the slow, gentle movement of her tongue 
around the big head had already brought the big tool back to a full 
erection. 

"Wow, you really did it!" Debbie marveled. "You really brought him off! And 
you got all of that big thing in you, too!" 

"Sure I did!" LaWanda said, momentarily pulling away from the big tool and 
giving Debbie a friendly grin. "Girl, a cunt's got more give to it than 
you'd ever think, just looking at it. He stretched me out pretty good, but 
what the hell, that just made it feel better'n ever!" 

"She's got a cunt as tight as any I ever felt," Hugh said. "She didn't 
stretch all that easily, I can tell you! Man, was that ever a ride!" 

"So it's true," Debbie mused. "That a girl doesn't get real loose, I mean, 
just because she makes it with a lot of guys! I'd heard that before but I 
didn't quite know whether I ought to believe it or not." 

"Yeah, it's true," Hugh told her. "Of course, it helps a lot if you're 
really active, physically, and keep in good shape. But how much you fuck, 
that doesn't have much to do with whether you're loose or tight as far as I 
can see." 

"If getting a lot of cock made your cunt bigger," LaWanda said with a 
scornful laugh, "then I oughtta have a hole between my legs about the size 
of the Grand Canyon! Man, I never saw anything I liked any better'n a good, 
hard cock!" 

With that she resumed her sucking. Debbie moved around to watch and saw that 
a portion of h is cock remained outside the girl's voracious mouth. That 
portion still glistened wetly with the accumulated oils of sexual activity 
and she bent down to sample them for herself. She found that the piquant 
flavor of La Wanda's cunt combined with the heavier, salty taste of Hugh's 
sperm to make an intoxicatingly delicious mixture. Exclaiming with delight, 
she fastened her lips to the shaft of the tool that remained outside 
LaWanda's hot lips, she buried her lips in the soft, wet fur at the base of 
that tool, then sucked his balls into her mouth and rolled them about with 
her tongue. 

"God, you two aren't going to let me have any rest at all!" Hugh groaned, 
though the fervor with which he worked the head of his cock back and forth 
inside LaWanda's mouth showed that he did not seriously object to their 
attentions. "Ohhh, wow, that's out of sight! Just keep doing it like that 
and I'll give you another shot of come!" 

At first Debbie thought LaWanda wanted exactly that. The girl worked her 
face around that broad shaft with increasing vigor, just as though she 
intended bringing him off with a mighty flourish, but after sucking with 
exceptional diligence for another minute or so she suddenly pulled away and 
gave up her prize. 

"You want to finish him off?" she asked, looking down at Debbie. "He feels 
like he's about ready to pop! I'd take it myself but since I already had him 
go off in my cunt, maybe it's your turn. You want it?" 

"Mmmmm, do I ever!" Debbie whispered as her clitoris gave a mighty throb of 
sensual approval. "I'd love to suck him off!" 

"Hey, maybe I've got a better idea," Hugh suggested. "LaWanda, what if you 
were to get on me again and fuck me till I was almost there? And then you 
slid off and Debbie finished me off with a blow job? Man, that sounds like 
the best ever!" 

"Yeah, it suits me," LaWanda quickly agreed. "How about it, Debbie? I warn 
you, though, this cunt of mine's just as sloppy as it can be! I've still got 
about a quart of his cream up me, it feels like!" 

"That'll make it better than ever!" Debbie found herself saying. "I think 
it'd be better that way! I'd like to have it when it's wet and hot from your 
cunt, I really would!" 

Her decision clinched the matter. LaWanda, seemingly ready for any kind of 
sexual activity, mounted him once more and Debbie guided his stiff, 
throbbing cock between the lips of the girl's pussy. Just before the big 
head wedged its way into the mouth of that tight little cunt, she saw a huge 
blob of thick, slippery semen appear in the girl's crevice. The vivid 
contrast between the clotted cream and the dark, chocolate hue of La Wanda's 
flesh made the sight more visually appealing and Debbie felt her pussy begin 
aching with a dull, steady beat. LaWanda wasted no time in applying herself 
to the task before her and showed no trace of resentment at being put in the 
position of fucking him almost to a climax without being allowed to finish 
the task. Once she had two-thirds of the thick rod firmly lodged in her 
cunt, she began contracting and flexing her finely tuned abdominal muscles 
and making them grip Hugh's prick in a variety of ways, all of them fiercely 
exciting. He grunted out sharply and surged into her loins with renewed 
strength as he felt her cunt massaging his prick. 

Debbie watched with rapidly growing interest as that thick, swollen tool 
speared far up into La Wanda's strategically placed cunt. At times the girl 
leaned forward slightly, opening herself even further to him, and his cock 
slid in until only an inch or two of the bulky stem remained outside her 
body. The sight of his lust-stiffened cock working back and forth in that 
richly moistened crevice brought Debbie's own pussy to a state of boiling, 
throbbing readiness and she began to wonder if she might not be going to 
come before Hugh. She reached down to caress her pussy's hotly charged lips 
and found herself hovering on the brink of a climax. 

Before she could increase that violent charge of sensual feeling to the 
point of an explosion, Hugh grunted out a quavering warning. LaWanda, 
listening closely, quickly slipped off him and moved aside. His cock, a 
glistening beacon of masculine power, reared up from his loins like a pole 
and drew Debbie's attention toward itself. She moved into place at once and 
bent over him, eager to get the big prick into her mouth at once. 

LaWanda's richly inseminated cunt had left a thick film of mixed sexual 
fluids along the length of his prick. A few thick clots of sperm added 
further exciting decorations to its surface, making it more attractive than 
ever. Debbie moved about until she could get her mouth into the proper 
position, the one that would enable her to take every inch of his prick into 
her lips, and then began sucking furiously. 

Her tongue curled around the thick head and teased the most sensitive parts 
as she formed a powerful vacuum and worked her mouth back and forth. Hugh, 
stung to the core by her uninhibited display, lifted his loins up and thrust 
into her mouth, fucking deep. The head of his prick easily slipped into her 
throat, then farther down it until the entirety of his prick was inside her 
mouth. Debbie felt a shudder of absolute ecstasy pulse over her flesh as her 
lips brushed into the matted, wiry hair growing at the base of that big rod. 

"My God, you're sucking the whole thing!" LaWanda gasped. Her eyes widened 
in horror as she saw every inch of Hugh's oversized prick disappear into 
Debbie's waiting mouth. "You're deep throating the fucker! Omigod, I never 
thought I'd see anybody take one that big, not all the way!" 

"Ohhhh, shit!" Hugh groaned as his loins trembled with anticipation. "She's 
got it all, she's sucking me all the way down! Ohhhh, get it on, Debbie, get 
it on and suck my nuts off! Unnngggghhhh! Aurrrrrgggghhhh!" 

Tensing every muscle in his body, he fucked his prick into her throat with 
long, powerful strokes that could lead to only one result. Faster and faster 
he worked that massive cock back and forth until finally he dug his heels 
into the grass and brought his hips higher. Quivering and shuddering with 
ecstasy, he held himself there for a moment. Debbie recognized that the 
final spasm of orgiastic joy was preparing to flash through his body and she 
made her mouth work harder than ever. 

The richly sensual taste of his come, mixed with the equally affecting 
flavor of LaWanda's thoroughly aroused cunt, had turned her taste buds into 
yet another source of deep sexual excitement. As she sucked hard at his cock 
and enjoyed the unique feel of the tool in her mouth, the taste of cunt and 
come reminded her of the all-out fuck she had just witnessed. Thus aroused 
from a variety of sources, Debbie's passionate nature responded strongly and 
lent an additional measure of abandon to the way she sucked him. 

She felt that first throbbing spasm of sexual release and then the jet of 
hot, viscous sperm gushed deep into her throat. She thereupon pulled her 
head away slightly, just enough for her to capture the thudding, pulsating 
knob of his cock in her mouth and have the hot sperm spraying directly over 
her tongue and taste buds. He continued to come, shuddering heavily, and 
more of the thick, creamy semen gushed into her mouth. Debbie swallowed 
furiously and felt an answering spasm of orgiastic pleasure shoot through 
her own loins. The sympathetic response to Hugh's climax raced outward from 
her cunt and clitoris with quick, daring strokes that turned her midsection 
into a heaving whirlpool of sexual joy. 

"Unnngggghhhh! Aggghhhhh!" Hugh grunted out as his balls pumped madely. 
"Ohhhh, suck it all! Suck my cock! Take it all, every drop! 

Auuurrrgggghhhh! Owwwww!" 

LaWanda watched intently as Debbie drained his prick completely. She could 
see the thick tool's base throbbing repeatedly. That, together with Hugh's 
low, whimpering cries of joy, assured her that he was indeed shooting his 
load directly into the girl's throat. She found it amazing that Debbie could 
still have her virginity and yet be so accomplished at bringing him off 
orally. Had she not witnessed the feat herself she would not have believed 
it, in fact. Debbie's skilled, uninhibited performance made it quite clear 
that she had mastered the art of oral lovemaking, however, and Hugh gave 
every indication of finding it a truly masterful performance. 

Debbie sucked until she was certain that his balls had completely emptied 
themselves. When she lifted her face off his loins and allowed his cock to 
fall down onto his stomach, the big rod was half-wilted. LaWanda lifted it 
with her fingers and it waved about limply, though it was still of a size 
big enough to look very menacing. She gave it a rueful look and shook her 
head sorrowfully. 

"Man, you really took it out of him!" she said. "Looks like this old boy 
might not be much good to us for a while!" 

Debbie felt an absurd sense of pride when she realized that she had, simply 
through sucking him, reduced that stiff, swollen tool to so inconsequential 
a thing. The fact that she had done so, while also giving Hugh a great deal 
of pleasure, reinforced her fondness of having a prick in her mouth. Was 
this the end of the affair, she asked herself? Had she and LaWanda ruined 
Hugh for further fucking that day? 

"We'll just give him a little time to get over that one," LaWanda said, as 
if she were able to read her mind, "and then we'll see if we can't get some 
life back into that thing! A stud like him, it ought not to take long to get 
him back into shape where we can have some more fun!" 

"Hey, if you just want to get off I can suck you off," Hugh said. "My cock 
might be out of action for a while but I can still eat pussy!" 

"I'll bet you can," LaWanda told him, "but I've got something else in mind. 
Yeah, I've been thinking that I'd like to get that prick of yours up my ass! 
How about that, Hugh? Ever fucked a girl up the ass? You think you'd like 
that?" 

Hugh said that he had never sodomized a girl but informed her that he would 
be extremely willing to try. Debbie nearly choked with surprise upon hearing 
her friend's statement. She could not conceive of that tiny wisp of a girl 
actually taking Hugh's king-sized prick in her ass, which was surely smaller 
and tighter, even, than her cunt, yet LaWanda stated her desire frankly and 
without any kind of emotional fanfare. 

"Hey, it's a great way to fuck!" LaWanda said when Debbie expressed her own 
misgivings. "Sure, it hurts a little, especially with a guy that's hung like 
Hugh, but that doesn't last long. Mmmm, when he gets it in good and your 
asshole loosens up a little, look out! And when he starts it in real deep 
and jigging back and forth, just before his balls let go, man, that's just 
the best fucking ever! Especially if you're giving yourself a good rub at 
the same time, massaging that little buzzer so you're geting it in both 
holes at once! I'm telling you, Debbie, it's like you were being split right 
in two!" 

La Wanda's animated rehearsal of the peculiar joys of anal sex had a 
powerful effect on Hugh. His cock quickly regained its size and he gave 
every indication of being ready to attempt the act. LaWanda grinned 
triumphantly and turned to him, assuming a kneeling position that presented 
her buttocks to him. She cautioned him to anoint her asshole liberally with 
oils of her cunt, since a well lubricated channel was an absolute necessity, 
and to grease his cock with more of these deliciously erotic juices. 

"Just run that cock up my cunt a minute before you try sticking it in my 
brownie," she advised him. "That'll get it in first class shape and then you 
can see what it's like. Mmmm, I just know this is going to be out of sight!" 

Debbie watched with rapt, total fascination as Hugh carried out her 
instructions to the letter. He wormed a finger into her cunt, still 
plentifully bedewed with his prick's flood of sperm, and transferred a 
generous amount of the thick, viscous fluid to the girl's puckered anus. He 
worked his finger deep and distributed the lubricant over every part of the 
tight little crevice his finger could reach. Then he planted his cock in her 
cunt and ran it deep, allowing it to soak up another measure of that sensual 
salve. 

LaWanda smiled at Debbie and suggested that she guide his cock into place 
when he had removed it from her cunt Debbie sprang into action and did so, 
quivering with renewed excitement as she touched the wet, slippery shaft. 
She aimed it squarely into place and watched closely. Hugh leaned against 
the black girl's ass, steadying himself by grasping her hips, and pressed 
harder. His cock swayed momentarily, unable to penetrate the tight ring of 
flesh ahead, but then it gradually nudged the anal sphincter open and forced 
its way inside. LaWanda groaned softly, a sound of mingled agony and 
delight, but held her place with admirable resolution. 

"My God, it's really going in!" Debbie whispered. "You're really doing it!" 

LaWanda then reached back with her right hand and began caressing the lips 
of her pussy. She lowered her head down to the grass and knelt there, rump 
high in the air, as Hugh forced more and more of his stiff prick up her ass. 
Debbie watched closely and still found it difficult to believe that the act 
was really happening, though her eyes registered every detail of their 
coupling. 

"Ugggghhhhh! It's the tightest thing I ever felt!" Hugh moaned. "Wow, it's 
the greatest fucking ever! Mmmm, just hold it right there, baby, and I'll be 
shooting come so quick you won't know what happened!" 

The novelty of the act, together with the unsurpassed tightness of La 
Wanda's asshole, proved to be enough to bring his balls into action with 
nearrecord time. No more than half the thick shaft had disappeared into the 
girl's asshole, yet she was already quivering and trembling mightily, Debbie 
saw. He grimaced and continued pressing harder against the girl's waiting 
rump. Suddenly he threw his head back, sucked in a deep breath of air and 
thrust his hips forward. Debbie saw the muscles of his belly ripple and 
heard the quavering, pained grunt of absolute ecstasy welling from his 
throat and knew that he had pushed himself to the limit and beyond. 

"Ohhhh, yeah, get it on!" LaWanda suddenly cried out. "Mmmm, fuck it in 
deeper! Oooooh, cream! Shoot your fucking nuts off, right up my ass! Mmmmm, 
do it now! Get it on, damn you, get it on and come! Let me feel your nuts 
going off in my ass. Ohhh, shoot that fucking-Annnggghhhhh owwwwww! 
Aaaaiiieeeee!" 

Suddenly she humped back against him. The cheeks of her ass contracted 
powerfully and she rubbed her fingers up and down the feverishly aroused 
lips of her pussy with short, jerky strokes. Her cries mounted in intensity 
and then trailed off into a series of quick yelps. Hugh fucked his prick 
into her ass for another moment, frantically trying to extract the last 
ounce of sperm from his balls, and then gave a long, tremulous sigh of 
complete release. Slowly he leaned over her ass until his belly was pressed 
into her back. 

"Mmmm, I'm fucked out!" he whispered. "I can't take any more of it! Ohhhhh, 
my cock's worn off!" 

He exaggerated, of course, but when he fell down at LaWanda's side the big 
tool had clearly lost every bit of its life. Limp and smaller than before, 
it hung down weakly and quickly receded to an even smaller size. Debbie, 
still watching, saw LaWanda's anus wink shut as soon as the thick tool had 
left its grasp. The girl slowly extended her body forward and lay flat on 
the grass, belly down, without saying a word. 

Hugh stirred in a few minutes and began dressing. His cock still flopped 
uselessly and LaWanda, for once, showed no interest in the once formidable 
tool. She rolled onto her side and watched him dress but made no further 
attempt at getting up. Hugh waited around for another moment or two and 
then, seeing that neither girl was going to follow him, took his leave. 

"God, it was even better than I'd hoped!" LaWanda said when he had gone. 
"Ohhh, honey, getting it like that, it's just too much! I think I'm going to 
have to spend the rest of the day here!" 

"It ... it didn't seem to hurt you," Debbie said. "I mean, it didn't tear 
you open or anything!" 

"Of course not!" LaWanda said. "Oh, it hurt a little-damn, that bastard's 
hung!-but that didn't last more'n a minute or so. After that, honey, it was 
just pure heaven! Ooooh, I can still feel that big tool, almost, just so hot 
and hard, and plowing right up my asshole! Yeah, and then when he started to 
cream, that was just the living, blue-eyed end! Lord, I thought my cunt was 
going to melt and run down right in my hand!" 

Debbie waited until LaWanda was ready to leave and joined her. For a long 
time after that exciting interlude her mind dwelt on a single image: she 
could see Hugh's massive prick slowly forcing the girl's anus apart, forming 
it into a gigantic circle and pushing its way inside. Afterward, when she 
was back in her room and had tested her own anus's resilience with a 
tentative finger, finding that orifice to be vastly sensitive, she promised 
herself that she would try her best to ensure that Pete's cock found its way 
into that part of her body. As soon as he had taken his prick from her cunt, 
she told herself, she would force him to place it in her ass. With that 
resolution firmly in mind, she fingerfucked herself into another spasm of 
lusty oblivion and then sank back onto her bed, ready for a long afternoon 
nap. 

 CHAPTER ELEVEN 

LaWanda discovered, much to her rage, that her lustfully pleasing interlude 
with Hugh Mann was to be no more than that. The team director posted a 
notice the next morning stating that injured athletes, those unable to 
compete, would have to leave the training site. Reasons of economy dictated 
the move, he said in the notice, and it was to be implemented at once. 

That cheap bastard!" LaWanda raged to Debbie. "Just when I find a man who 
knows how to fuck and can use his cock, they take him away!" 

The notice drew some critical news stories but the Olympic Committee backed 
up the team director. Their finances would not allow for such luxuries, they 
said, and that was that 

"And all these other studs are so into training you'd think we were living 
in a monastery!" LaWanda wailed. "Honest to God, ifs almost enough to make a 
girl turn queer!" 

There was nothing to do but accept the fact, however, and that they did. 
Debbie pointed out that they had at least had one exciting meeting with 
Hugh, though LaWanda drew little consolation from that. It had been, she 
said, just enough to whet her appetite but not enough to dull it. The news 
reporters, trainers and other hangers on at the camp were a dull lot, she 
thought, and not one had a spark of interest about him. Thus barred from her 
favorite form of relaxation, LaWanda threw herself into the final phases of 
her training with more energy than ever. 

"I'm telling you one thing," she said to Debbie one afternoon after an 
especially grueling workout, "and that's this: the first guy that gets next 
to me after I run my last race in Montreal, he'd sure better watch out! I'm 
just liable to tear his cock off! Yeah, and his balls too!" 

"Maybe you'll like Herbie," Debbie suggested. "I'm sort of looking forward 
to seeing him again." 

"If I do, I'll sure help you work him down," the girl answered. "But who 
knows what'll happen up there? You might decide to get rid of that cherry of 
yours and there I'd be, having to sit back and diddle myself while you 
lovebirds went at it hot and heavy!" 

Debbie still had not told her of her passion for her own brother. She knew 
that LaWanda fancied Pete and at times she teased herself with idle 
speculations about the future. She liked to imagine abandoned, bawdy scenes 
in which the four of them herself, Pete, LaWanda and Herbie-were sprawled 
out on a huge bed, arms and legs entwined, with each of them inciting the 
other three on to more and more depraved forms of licentious love play. 

Debbie knew that LaWanda was not a perfect stranger to at least some forms 
of group lovemaking, since the girl had already told her about a wild party 
at her college in which two guys had ended up in bed with three girls. Not 
one of the five had an inhibition worthy of the name, as LaWanda described 
the scene, and before the sun had dawned on them the next morning they were 
all exhausted. 

At times she desperately wanted to confide in the girl, who was proving 
herself to be a steady, reliable friend, but the right time never appeared. 
As they were packing for the trip to Montreal, Debbie hovered at the point 
of confessing everything to her roommate but their coach appeared just 
before she had committed herself and she did not feel like resuming the 
conversation afterward. 

Another disaster struck the day after they had arrived in Montreal. Several 
of them went out for a quick workout early in the morning of the day of the 
opening ceremony was to be held, a damp, dreary morning, and Pete sustained 
a severe sprain on his left knee while attempting to step over a small pool 
of water on the track before him. He went down in a heap and did not get up. 
Debbie, a short distance away, ran over to him and saw at once that he was 
in great pain. The trainer hurried over, diagnosed the injury and called for 
stretchers and an ambulance, which quickly arrived. 

"It's not a crippling injury," the team physician told Debbie after X-rays 
and other tests had been taken, "but it's enough to keep him out of the 
events. He ought to be able to run again, but not for another month or so." 

Pete's injury naturally blackened Debbie's day and made the opening ceremony 
of the games a sad thing. She visited him in the hospital that afternoon, 
with LaWanda in two, and they found him in surprisingly good sprits. His 
knee rested on a pillow and was surrounded by ice packs. 

"I'll be able to move around tomorrow," he told them. "I could get out of 
bed now but they want to get some more X-rays, just to be sure." 

"Oh, Pete, that's such a bummer!" Debbie muttered. 

Once she had been satisfied that the injury was not serious, she had 
naturally thought of their agreement to explore their own sexuality after 
the Games. She did not care to mention that prospect now, not in the 
hospital room, but Pete had no such restraint. Taking advantage of a moment 
when LaWanda was not watching, he pressed the thin hospital gown down on his 
belly and showed her the outline of his prick. The tool was already fully 
grown, or so it appeared to her eyes, and looked immense. As she stood 
beside his bed, gaping mindlessly, he took her hand and guided it under the 
hem of the short gown. Her fingers closed over the thick shaft and gripped 
it with convulsive power. 

"Hey, what's this?" LaWanda said, turning suddenly before Debbie could get 
her hand free. "Ahhhh, copping a feel, I see! Oh, wow, that's beautiful, the 
two of you feeling each other up like that!" 

Debbie was highly embarrassed but she could do nothing to conceal the fact 
that she had been caught in the act of feeling her own brother's prick. 
LaWanda seemed not to find it remarkable, that she was interested in feeling 
of his cock, and Debbie concluded that for her, as for Cathy, the incest 
barrier did not exist. The girl came over to the bed, watching closely, and 
when Pete did not release Debbie's hand, she smiled broadly. 

"Room enough for two under there?" she asked, boldly eyeing Pete. 

"Stick your hand under and find out!" he instantly replied. 

She did so and immediately made a face of surprise. Pushing back the hem of 
the gown, she looked down at the naked prize and drew in a deep breath, then 
expelled it with a low whistle of utter admiration. 

"Oh, man, a real dandy!" she whispered. "Debbie, I've been wondering what 
you were saving that cherry for and now I know! Man, I don't blame you a 
bit! That thing was just made for fucking!" 

"I ... we ... well, we were going to wait till after the Games," Debbie 
said, feeling very uncomfortable. "You know, so as not to bother Pete's 
running and all." 

"Yeah, but not that he's not going to run, why save it?" LaWanda asked, 
giving them both a big grin of conspiratorial delight. "Sure, why don't you 
get up there and work it down for him, honey? A stiff like that, it's bound 
to need some tender, loving care!" 

"Oh, I couldn't!" Debbie protested. "Not right here in a hospital room, 
where some nurse might walk in and ... ohhh, I just couldn't!" 

"Yeah, I guess not," LaWanda agreed. "Some of these nurses, they see a big 
prong like that and they just might want to get in on the act themselves! 
I'll tell you what, though: if you want to go down on him real quick I'll 
stand over here by the door and keep watch. By the time that nurse got in 
here, you could be sitting over there and looking like a nun! She'd never 
know!" 

Debbie had retained her hold on her brother's cock, which was exerting a 
powerfully sensual force on her. La Wanda's suggestion, together with the 
magnetism flowing from his prick through her hand and into her body, was 
enough to convert the suggestion into a powerful desire. Debbie nodded her 
agreement and LaWanda went over to the door, which was slightly ajar. There 
she took up a position and peeked out into the hallway. Seeing no one 
nearby, she gave the go-ahead signal to Debbie, who took a deep breath and 
then bent over her brother's prostrate form. 

She carefully peeled back the tight foreskin, drawing it back slow until the 
entire head was poised and naked. Pete's readiness manifested itself in the 
form of a thick droplet of clear fluid that welled out of the eye at the tip 
of his thick cock. Debbie felt her body quivering with anticipation as she 
saw that warning signal of readiness appear and then she bent forward to 
take it on the tip of her tongue. 

"Mmmm," she moaned as she salty essence of masculine sexuality flowed from 
taste buds to her brain and then over her body. "Mmmm, so good! Ohhhh, Pete, 
I'll suck you, I'll suck your cock dry!" 

The taste of his seminal drip inspired her and she closed her lips around 
the head of his prick with enthusiasm. Her tongue cradled the big, spongy 
knob and pressed it against her mouth's roof. Groaning deep in her throat, 
she worked her face around the axis of his cock's shaft and then forced her 
lips farther down that broad shaft. The head of his prick nosed into her 
throat and for a moment it seemed that she would be able to take all the big 
too.. That was not to be, however, and she had to content herself with 
massaging the head of his prick. That proved to be quite enough. 

Pete had been observing his training rules with exemplary devotion, as he 
later said, and had not had a woman in over three weeks. That relatively 
long period of celibacy ensured that his sexual response would be swift and 
dramatic. He held himself motionless for a moment and felt a quiver of 
marvelous delight pulse outward from his cock. Then he placed his hands on 
the bed and levered himself up off the bed. The lift brought a dart of pain 
to his injured knead and he grimaced fiercely, though he continued pressing 
upward into his sister's hot, ready mouth. She worked her tongue more firmly 
against the sensitive parts of that big rod and continued grinding her mouth 
around the head. 

Debbie's oral skills surprised him but they were so effective that he could 
not pause to admire them. The ferocity of her oral assault invigorated his 
loins and spurred him into additional thrusts, with the result that his 
balls quickly reached the bursting point. He surged up into his sister's 
waiting mouth again and then reached down to press her head down more firmly 
against his loins. LaWanda, watching from the doorway, grinned broadly when 
she saw the spasm of pure lusty delight pass over his face; she recognized 
it as a sign that Debbie's mouth would soon be filled with hot, lust-reeking 
sperm. 

Pete's cock performed miracles of lusty flooding. His first jet of come 
burst into her mouth like a runaway skyrocket and the second followed in 
quick order, spattering against the roof of her mouth with almost as much 
force. The flooding bursts of raw sperm inflamed her tongue and senses with 
new lust and she swallowed rapidly. The thick, slippery semen easily slipped 
down her throat and, as his big prick continued throbbing in her mouth, 
additional spurts of the highly invigorating cream gushed against her 
tongue. 

Debbie worked her face around the shaft of his prick with something like 
total freedom as she drew the sensual cream into her throat. Her lips 
registered every pumping beat of his prick and she was able to devote 
herself to sucking him, since she was not masturbating. She sucked as 
powerfully as she could and did not stop until Pete pushed her face away, 
groaning with anguish as the sensations mounted to the point of being 
intolerable. 

"God, I can't stand it any more!" he whispered. "Mmmmm, you're killing me! 
You're sucking my cock off! Ooooooh, it's so good it hurts!" 

Debbie swallowed the last of his come and looked up at him. The expression 
of satisfaction on his handsome face gave her a feeling of vast pleasure; 
she knew that she had sucked him to a standstill and that she had served him 
well. That knowledge more than compensated for her own lack of climactic 
release, a fact that surprised her, but it was nevertheless true. 

"As soon as you get out of this hospital room there'll be a lot more that," 
she promised him. "Yes, I'll suck you again! And I'm going to get this cunt 
of mine around your cock before long, and then I'm going to try to fuck you 
right into the ground! If I can't hold out long enough to wear you down, 
then LaWanda here is hot for you too; she'll be ready to take you the rest 
of the way!" 

"Yeah, she's telling it like it is!" LaWanda said from the doorway. "And if 
you don't believe it, then too bad for you!" 

"I believe it," Pete told them. "Ohhh, do I ever! And as soon as I get out 
of this bed and we can get it together, we'll take it the rest of the way, 
Sis, I swear it! Yeah, I'll split that cherry of yours in two and fuck you 
till you don't know which end's up!" 

It was not till she was walking out of the hospital that Debbie realized the 
seriousness of what she had done. She had not only admitted to her 
supposedly unnatural passion for her brother, she had also demonstrated the 
depths of that desire in front of LaWanda-and all without a tremor of guilt 
or hesitancy! She could not explain to herself how she had managed to be so 
bold but the distinctive aftertaste of her brother's come reassured her that 
she was not merely imagining the act: she had really sucked his prick and he 
had given her a deliciously full charge of sperm. 

Fortunately for her self-esteem, LaWanda proved to be highly supportive. 
Where some girls might have teased her about going down on her own brother, 
and doing it in circumstances which could easily have led to embarrassments 
of the most; severe kind, LaWanda acted as though the act had been the most 
natural thing in the world. Indeed, she gave every indication that she 
envied Debbie in having access to that wonderfully shaped prick, an attitude 
that went a long way toward comforting Debbie. LaWanda also acted as though 
their future was a settled thing and seemed to have no doubt that they would 
proceed to get Pete's cock lodged in his sister's virginal slit at the 
earliest possible chance. As soon as they had left the hospital, for 
example, LaWanda began discussing possible places which they might use for 
the meeting. 

LaWanda's parents had not been able to come to Montreal and Debbie's mother, 
a widow, had also been forced to remain at home. Thus they did not have to 
worry about parents, a factor that considerably eased their freedom of 
movement. As far as their coaches were concerned, they had to attend the 
daily training sessions, show up for the scheduled preliminary heats, and 
attend the daily team meetings, but otherwise they were on their own. Pete's 
injury forbade any extended treks into the woods, even had a secluded area 
been available to them, and the team dormitories were too crowded and too 
busy to provide a very congenial setting for Debbie's initiation into 
lovemaking. 

Herbie Mason provided them with the best solution they could have imagined. 
As Debbie had hoped, he hit it off with LaWanda at once and promised her 
that he would participate in every form of sensual debauchery once he had 
run his last race. When he learned that Debbie had focused her attention on 
her brother and that she and Pete were intending to go to bed together, he 
snapped his fingers and assured them that they had nothing to worry about. 

"Easiest thing in the world!" he said. 

One of his college friends, he told them, had taken a luxurious apartment in 
a district near the team dormitory and would readily turn it over to them 
for a morning or an afternoon. He had rented the apartment partly for 
purposes of partying and would have no objection to their using it. 

"So, all we've got to do is figure out when," Herbie said, "and let him 
know. He'll leave the key out and ... well, it's use your own imagination 
after that!" 

"So, why don't you take it tomorrow?" LaWanda suggested, turning to grin at 
Debbie. "You don't run tomorrow, so it's there if you want it!" 

"Yeah, that's true," Debbie agreed. "But you know, I was sort of hoping that 
... well, maybe you and Herbie'd like to be there, too. I mean, we could 
make it a sort of group thing, you know? All of us in bed together? I'd like 
that a lot, I think, and especially after you two have been so nice and 
all!" 

"Why, I think that's one of the nicest things anybody's every said to me!" 
LaWanda said. "Sure, that'd be a gas, honey, but are you sure? I mean, some 
girls, they'd rather be by themselves with the guy." 

"No, I'd rather be with my friends," Debbie assured her. 

She consulted Pete about the question when she visited him in his dormitory 
room that afternoon, he was allowed to live with the team, even though he 
could not participate-and found that he wholeheartedly agreed with her. When 
she asked, he frankly said that he found LaWanda highly attractive and that 
he greatly enjoyed Herbie's company. 

"Sure, it'd be great, having them there too," he told her. "And if you want 
to switch off and make it with Herbie for a while, that's all right too. As 
long as you don't mind me screwing LaWanda, I mean!" 

 CHAPTER TWELVE 

Due to scheduling problems, they had to wait two more days before they could 
use the apartment Herbie's friend had rented. Herbie himself had a lot to do 
with the delay, since he ran his last race late the afternoon of the day 
before. As it happened, he missed moving up into the final eight men for the 
half mile, turning in a time one-tenth of a second slower than the cutoff 
point LaWanda and Debbie sought to console him for his loss but he needed 
very little of their sympathy. 

"No, I did my thing," he told them after the results had been posted. "And I 
did it about as good as I can, too. Those other cats, they just ran faster 
than me, that's all!" 

Both Debbie and LaWanda had a chance to get into the final eight slots in 
their respective events but they were not scheduled to run for another 
couple of days. They therefore felt perfectly free to take advantage of 
Herbie's loss and to proceed with their plan. Pete agreed, naturally, and 
they arranged to meet outside the team dormitory at ten o'clock the next 
morning. Herbie went off to call his friend and came back to report that the 
apartment would be theirs until six o'clock the next day. 

Debbie tossed and turned restlessly that night but finally got to sleep. She 
awoke early the next morning and felt very fresh. After waking LaWanda and 
going down to the dining room for a hearty breakfast, she went back to her 
room and fidgeted impatiently. LaWanda watched her, knowing the agony of 
delay, but could find little with which to comfort he girl. They tried 
playing cards, listened to records and took showers but nothing helped. As 
the time dragged on, Debbie could feel herself growing warmer and wetter, a 
predictable reaction. 

"By the time we get into that apartment," LaWanda told her, "you'll probably 
be so raunchy you'll just rape that poor guy!" 

"Yeah, unless I rape him on my way over there!" Debbie replied. "Damn, you 
know what I've been thinking all morning? I've asked myself why it is that 
I've waited so long to get myself fucked! And I still haven t come up with a 
very good answer!" 

"That's easy: you've just been waiting for the right guy to come along," 
LaWanda said. "Anybody could see that. And now he has, so you're sitting on 
top of the world." 

"It feels more like I were sitting on top of a time bomb," Debbie said, 
moving about uncomfortably. 

"Wow, I'm already so turned on I can't get comfortable any way." 

"Yeah, it takes a girl that way sometimes," LaWanda agreed. "Seems like even 
walking gets to be tedious. You know, with the tops of your legs working 
against that slit and brushing the meat! Even your clothes rubbing against 
it, that's enough to set your teeth on edge. Why don't you leave your 
panties here? It might be easier to get around without them." 

Debbie replied by flipping up the hem of the short dress she had worn that 
morning and showing her friend that she had already removed her underwear. 
LaWanda grinned upon seeing the girl's naked pussy and lifted her own 
abbreviated skirt, showing off her own naked loins. 

"All those guys need is a hard-on," LaWanda said with a hearty giggle, "and 
we'll be in business." 

"I've got a feeling that they won't come up short in that department," 
Debbie said. "I'm sure we can count on them!" 

Her guess proved to be a well founded one, as they saw when they met Pete 
and Herbie outside the dormitory. Both men sported definite bulges in the 
front of their trousers, a sight that naturally intensified the lusty 
tremors already working their way through Debbie's hot loins. Fortunately 
they did not have to walk far to get to the apartment Herbie had borrowed. A 
long wait, Debbie felt, would have been sheer torture. 

The apartment was located in a high rise overlooking a picturesque section 
of the old city. Opulently furnished and large, it provided them with the 
perfect setting for their enterprise. Herbie's friend had even left out a 
bottle of dry white wine for them, though they had been in training so long 
they had lost nearly all their taste for alcohol. 

Upon completing a quick circle of the apartment's big living room, Debbie 
turned to Pete and folded her arms around his neck. He was only slightly 
taller than she and their lips met easily. Debbie felt a flood of sexual 
arousal flash through her body when she opened her mouth to his questing 
tongue and returned the caress with one of her own. She leaned against him, 
pressing her swollen breasts and aching loins firmly against him, and felt 
an even stronger charge of sexual electricity pulse over her skin. At that 
moment more than anything else in the world, she wanted to be totally naked 
and to press her bare flesh against his. 

Pulling away from him for a moment, she unzipped the back of her dress and 
shrugged out of it, allowing the rumpled material to fall to her waist. She 
had not worn a bra that morning and her young, firm breasts rose u proudly, 
directing their flaming nipples directly at Pete. Her long, thorough arousal 
had left those small cones of lust-darkened flesh hot and sensitive. Big, 
maroon-colored circles separated the nipple from the larger mound, making an 
effective and highly stimulating contrast. 

Pete stood stock still for a moment, taking in his sister's beauty. She no 
longer looked or acted like an empty-minded teenager, he could see; she came 
across that morning as a woman intent upon securing her innermost desire. As 
he watched, admiring her sensually affecting beauty, she slipped the dress 
down farther and then stepped out of it. Laying the garment aside and 
kicking her sandals off, she stood naked before him and invited his closer 
inspection. 

Debbie did not give a thought to Herbie and LaWanda, both of whom stood 
nearby and enjoyed the sight of her lovely nakedness. The girl spread her 
feet wider on the thick carpet and rubbed a hand over her thighs, then 
brought it closer to the lightly furred 'vee at the base of her belly. She 
was so strenuously aroused that her very pubic hair throbbed to the touch. 
She knew that he wouldn't be able to look through that light mask of 
golden-brown hair and see the livid, inflamed slit running down between her 
thighs and that realization brought another thrill of fleshly delight to 
her. More than anything else, she knew, she wanted him to see every part of 
her body, especially the more intimate parts. 

After gaping dumbly for a moment or two, Pete began removing his own 
clothing. He stripped quickly and was soon naked. His cock swung up quickly 
once it had been released from his briefs; the thick, bulky rod speared up 
into the air before him and aimed its arrow-like head straight into Debbie's 
belly. She came toward him and stretched out a hand to take the heavy, hot 
shaft in her right hand. Moving closer, she guided the head of his prick 
directly between her quivering thighs and brought it up snugly against the 
lips of her pussy. The tool's animal heat flowed directly against her 
clitoris and further invigorated the throbbing sensation between her thighs. 

"Mmmm, I've been wanting to feel that for so long!" she whispered. "And now 
I want to feel it going in! So far up my cunt I'll be full of it, full all 
the way up to my throat!" 

She held the head firmly against the lust-enlivened lips of her pussy for 
another minute and then moved still closer. She had to lift herself onto the 
balls of her feet to straddle the thick, heavy rod but she brought her 
lovemound up snugly against the base of her brother's belly, so that his 
cock now speared directly between her thighs. The lips of her pussy pressed 
down hard on the great shaft's rigid surface and she felt even stronger 
emanations of sexual delight as she rubbed back and forth along its length. 

"God, where are the bedrooms?" she whispered in a tight, choked little 
voice. "Let's find some place and get that thing in me!" 

She stepped away from him and he turned, putting a big arm around her 
shoulders. Debbie's right arm circled his waist and they looked into the 
first door they approached. It led into a huge bedroom dominated by a 
picture window looking out onto the city. The curtains were pulled back and 
the room was flooded with sunlight. 

"Perfect!" she muttered. "The whole world could see us if only they could 
look in that window! Ohhhh, Pete, this is just the way I wanted it to be! 
This is going to be so good!" 

She went over to the huge bed and lay down. LaWanda and Herbie had followed 
them into the room and watched as she adjusted herself, opening her thighs 
wide and reaching down to touch her pussy lightly. That livid slit, dark and 
wet already, had become almost purple. The inner lips had become greatly 
enlarged and her clitoris reared up at their apex, proudly proclaiming 
itself and seeming to invite attentions of the most erotic sort. Pete went 
over to her and knelt between her feet. He did not advance closer for a 
moment or two, preferring to examine her waiting slit from a distance. That 
unwinking eye, so red and glaring, seemed to hypnotize him and hold him in a 
sort of trance. Debbie could feel the force of his gaze, though, and the 
intensity of his steady look further aroused her. 

"Ahhhh, it's like you were fucking me with your eyes!" she murmured in a 
soft, husky tone. "I can feel your eyes! It's like you were looking right up 
my cunt! Ooooh, Pete, I'm so ready! I want it so much! I think I'm going to 
come just as soon as I feel that big, hard prick rubbing up against my 
pussy!" 

"I hope you do!" he replied. "I think I could pop one off right now myself! 
Maybe we'll both come together as soon as we get connected!" 

"Oh, wow, wouldn't that be neat?" she whispered.-"Mmmm, to feel your come 
shooting all over my cherry even before you pop it apart, that'd be heaven! 
Yeah, I think I'd like that better than anything!" 

She looked over at Herbie and LaWanda, who had both stripped naked, and now 
stood between the doorway and the bedroom. Herbie's prick had risen out to 
its full, beautiful size and LaWanda had grasped it, though she was merely 
holding onto it at the moment. Debbie urged them to get on the bed too. She 
said that she thought it would be far more arousing if both couples were 
fucking together, each heaving and writhing in an effort at reaching a state 
of orgiastic delirium. 

"Man, you're really turned on!" LaWanda said. "But yeah, I don't mind 
getting my cunt stuffed at the same time as you! That'd really get my gander 
up!" 

LaWanda scrambled up onto the bed beside her friend and lay back, pointing 
her head in the opposite direction from Debbie She calculated that they 
would both receive an extra charge of sensuality from the dual act if they 
could look over and see each other's cunt being penetrated by a prick, a 
stratagem that worked to perfection. She had no compunction at all about 
sharing a bed with Pete and Debbie, nor had Herbie, who put himself between 
her thighs with commendable alacrity. 

LaWanda stretched out a hand to take his cock as he came closer to her. She 
forced back the foreskin, exclaiming with pleasure when she saw the way the 
head of his big cock flare out, and brought the stiff, overheated prize down 
to the lips of her pussy. She pressed it hard against her flesh and lifted 
her hips slightly, enough to bring the mouth of her cunt up firmly against 
the soft, sponge-like head. 

"Now give it to me slow!" she muttered. "Work it in good and then let's 
watch Debbie get her cherry slit wide open!" 

Herbie found that an exciting enough prospect to warrant compliance and did 
exactly as she suggested. His prick forced the rim of her cunt apart and 
slipped into place, bringing a low, whimpering moan of delight to LaWanda's 
lips. After working about half the swollen rod into her flesh, he paused and 
held himself up on his elbows, though his loins pressed down hard on hers. 
She extended her legs almost full length beside his, clamped her knees 
tightly against his thighs and gave a tentative, searching grind with her 
hips. She found that the posture enabled her to work her highly aroused 
pubis against his flesh with stunning force, a discovery which pleased her 
no end. 

Debbie, meanwhile, had grown steadily more aroused by Pete's hard stare. He 
seemed to devour her with his eyes, or so she thought, and she was certain 
that she was going to come before he decided to stretch himself over her and 
bring his lovely, clitoris-provoking prick down to her flesh. She longed to 
run her fingers over that proud, tempestuously stirred flesh but dared not, 
since that would certainly initiate a chain reaction of lusty explosions. 

Finally he moved. Lying over her, he held his torso well away from her and 
nodded for her to take his cock in her hands. Debbie felt a heavy shudder of 
fleshy anticipation pulse over her body as she did so. The hot length of 
manhood felt like a bar of white-hot steel and his erection was so 
pronounced that she had to push hard in order to get it angled down 
properly. Fortunately she got the thick shaft seated properly at once 
because, as she suspected, the first contact sent an electrifying charge of 
sexual delight rocketing through her loins. Holding his prick in place with 
one hand, she clutched at his ass with the other and surged up against him. 

"Give it to me!" she cried out. "Ohhhh, shove it in quick! Ugggghhhh! I'm 
coming already, Pete, I'm aaggghhhhh! Owwwww!" 

The quickness of her response, as well-as its ferocity, together with the 
suggestive way in which she lifted up her hips to him, were enough to 
provoke Pete into quick action. His balls were already virtually humming 
with sexual energy and he leaned into her at once. Debbie sucked in a quick 
breath when she felt her cunt's rim being stretched by the broad head of his 
cock. She had had moments of doubt when she wondered if the tool would be 
able to penetrate her at all but Pete's initial thrust quickly made it clear 
that there was no reason to harbor such thoughts. 

The head of his prick easily breached the tight, moist opening and surged 
inside. Debbie's hips now snapped down in an involuntary reaction. Her 
clitoris rubbed firmly against the rigid shaft of his cock and she felt 
something snap deep inside her womb, just as though a huge rubber band had 
been pulled taut and then made to burst. A vicious, overwhelming surge of 
orgiastic release, far more intense than anything she had ever know before, 
welled up from the depths of her throbbing cunt and quickly spread outward 
until her entire body was humming with her frenzied climactic rhythms. 

Pete felt her cunt's tight, muscle-ringed mouth close down hard around the 
head of his cock. The outer rim of that tight crevice fitted neatly into the 
deep, highly sensitive groove separating the head of his prick from the 
shaft and her hips' rotation brought a shuddering cry of agonized delight 
from deep in his throat. His balls jangled nervously and then erupted in a 
lightning quick geyser of foaming sperm. The orgasm mounted so quickly 
inside his loins that he did not have time to prepare himself properly for 
it and instead he merely tensed his body, holding himself very still as the 
first pounding shock of sensual joy shot through his prick. 

Debbie shrieked aloud when she felt the first jet of steaming come burst 
into her cunt. The hot lather splashed against her tender excited flesh with 
awesome power and another jet, even stronger, quickly followed. She pulled 
back slightly but then rocked forward again in eagerness. The head of Pete's 
cock nudged softly against her maidenhead but did not split that tender 
membrane. Additional showers of hot, lusty sperm burst forth from the head 
of his prick, spattering the inner walls of the girl's cunt and stinging her 
into an even more lavish display of sensual appreciation. 

"Oohhh, I can feel it!" Debbie wailed. "I can feel it pumping! Ahhhh, you're 
shooting come all over my cunt! It's up my cunt and you're drowning me in 
come! Omigod, if s killing me, I can't stop coming! It's making me come more 
than ever! Mmmmm, fuck me, Pete, fuck me to death!" 

Try as he would, he could not will his hips into motion. As his prick and 
balls collaborated in a triumphant dance of lusty joy, his pleasure mounted 
to so powerful a pitch that he could not bring himself to move. Debbie's 
slight motions, together with the convulsive twitching of her agonized cunt, 
gave him all the stimulation he could possibly want and his body remained 
motionless. Again and again his prick tensed and pumped mightily, each time 
expelling another flood of thick sperm into his sister's tension-wracked 
cunt, but he could not summon up the willpower to drive deeper into her 
body. 

LaWanda and Herbie watched. The awesome power of the couple's dual climax 
completely engrossed them and they forgot about their own hungers. She could 
not see Pete's prick but she could see his buttocks contracting and relaxing 
as his muscles involuntarily reflected the torrent of emotions running 
through his loins. That steady, spasmodic clutching perfectly betrayed his 
inner tensions and she knew that his cock had become a veritable pump, 
channeling great streams of delicious sperm into the girl's cunt. She dug 
her fingers into Herbie's back as she watched the dying convulsions race 
though their coupled bodies and then, lying back and looking up at him, she 
smiled tenderly. 

"Hey, big man, it's about time you tried doing something like that 
yourself!" she said. "Mmmmm, seeing them make it like that, it didn't make 
me want to do a thing but fuck all day!" 

 CHAPTER THIRTEEN 

Once they had dragged their attention away from Debbie and Pete to focus on 
each other, LaWanda and Herbie wasted no time in completing the act they had 
begun. LaWanda, in particular, had been strongly affected by the sight and 
sound of Debbie experiencing her first real contact with a cock and she 
reacted with breathtaking speed. Clutching at Herbie's ass with both hands, 
she pulled him into the apex of her loins and humped up at him, snapping her 
pelvis upward in a gesture of lusty abandon. 

"Unnnngggghhhh!" she groaned as he pressed further into her and skewered his 
rigid, superheated prick deeper into her resilient cunt. "Agggghhhhh! Get it 
in and fuck! Oooooh, fuck, damn you, fuck! Work it out, baby, work it all 
out and fuck me harder!" 

Herbie withdrew slightly and then slammed into her harder. Another two 
inches of his stiff prick sliced into her cunt as she rotated that tight, 
cleft around the shaft that dealt out such thundering spasms of fleshly 
pleasure. Snapping her hips downward, she pressed her rigid clitoris against 
the iron shaft of his cock as he withdrew again. As the thick, hot tool 
scraped out of her cunt, rubbing against her clitoris with an almost 
unbelievable pressure, she felt her womb flutter and then turn inside out, 
releasing all its pent-up emotion at once. The long period of sexual arousal 
had brought an enormous tension to her loins, most of it seemingly compacted 
in the depths of her cunt, and the first thundering wave of orgiastic 
delight sent that anxiety flooding out with ferocious strength. 

"Annnngggghhh! Owwwww!" she howled as her body became a whirlwind of 
orgasmic release. "Unnngggghhhh! In! Get it in! Ooooh, fuck it in and come! 
I wanna feel the come going-ahhhhh!-up my cunt and-ooooh! Uggghhhhh!-Now! Do 
it now! Get your cock up me and shoot your fucking nuts off! Ahhhhh! 
Oooooohhh!" 

Herbie had originally hoped to stave off his own climax for a time but 
LaWanda's animated fucking action, together with her desire for him, proved 
to be too much for him to bear. Grunting out wildly, he pulled his prick 
halfway out of her throbbing cunt and then hammered the thick, hot shaft 
into her once more. Again he withdrew, only to drive the big tool home with 
even greater force. LaWanda ground her hips about on the bed, working her 
tight little cunt around the head and shaft of his prick as he pumped in and 
out, and then he drove deep into her body. He pressed harder against her and 
she felt the first violent shudder of orgasmic delight shoot through his 
cock. The spurting jet of come, steaming hot and especially violent in 
strength, gushed out against the hypersensitive walls of her cunt. 

Screaming out with anguish, she twisted her ass about on the bed and worked 
up and down against him. That first jetting shot of sperm stirred him into a 
short but rapid flurry of pi stoning strokes, each of them harder, until 
finally he collapsed against her and lay flat, gasping and heaving as his 
prick coughed out the last weak dribbles of semen. LaWanda wrapped her 
strong arms around his back and pressed him tightly against her body, 
murmuring obscene phrases of abandoned delight into his ear as her cunt 
slowly exhausted itself of all its feeling. 

"Ohhhh, you long-dicked cunt-wrecker, you just about fucked me crazy!" she 
whispered. "Mmmmm, I loved that, every bit of it! Yeah, when you started 
shooting off those big nuts of yours, I thought it was all over with! And it 
just went on and on and on till I thought it wasn't ever going to stop! 
Ooooh, Herbie, you gave it to me just the way I wanted it-long and hot and 
hard!" 

Debbie, meanwhile, had somewhat recovered from the delirious effects of her 
first climax. She gradually returned to her senses and realized that Pete 
still lay between her thighs, the head of his prick nestled firmly against 
her cherry. She felt a feeling of delicious fullness between her legs and 
knew that it was his magnificent cock that provided her with that marvelous 
sensation. As her body quickly regained a state of equilibrium, she essayed 
a tentative up-and-down thrust with her hips, eliciting a soft groan of 
delight from her brother. 

"God, that's just the greatest feeling ever!" he murmured. "Feeling you fuck 
like that, that's got to be the best thing in the world!" 

"Just imagine how I'm going to fuck when I feel that cock going in deep!" 
she told him. "Ohh, Pete, I know I'm going to die, I just know it! And I 
want it, I really do! I want to feel your cock going all the way in! Do it 
to me now, honey, drive it in me and make me come again!" 

He was eminently ready to do just that, even though he doubted that he would 
be able to come again. Her cunt had twisted and torn a long, breathtaking 
climax from his loins and he felt certain that his balls would need a long 
time in which to recover from the awesome demands made on them. He was very 
ready to provide her with her heart's desire, though, and made a very 
slightly inward thrust, just enough to give her a hint of the pleasure 
waiting for her. 

Debbie dug her hands into his back and threw her loins at him with a winning 
abandon. As her cunt rotated around the head of his cock, stimulating every 
surface of that superbly tender instrument, Pete felt another rising tide of 
masculine vigor swelling up deep in his loins. Tensing himself, he thrust 
firmly against her and pressed harder against the ultra-thin membrane 
barring his prick's entry into the deeper portions of her cunt. That added 
pressure sufficed to rend the slight barrier and his prick nosed into the 
tight, lustfully congested tunnel. 

"Aiiieeee!" Debbie howled. "Oooooh, you're in me now! You've torn me in two! 
I feel it going in! Ohhh, Pete, fuck me now! Drive your cock all the way up 
my cunt and fuck me! Ohhhh, do it harder, do it all the way! I want it all, 
every fucking bit of it! Mmmmm! Aggghhhh!" 

Her quick and decided response stirred him deeply. Her cunt's amazing degree 
of elasticity further stirred him and heightened his desire to thrust every 
inch of his prick into that tightly grasping crevice. Her flesh parted with 
the greatest reluctance as he pressed harder but gradually he forced his way 
into the inner portions of her cunt. Debbie could feel every undulation, 
every irregularity in the surface of his big cock, which stretched her 
almost to the bursting point, and the head, especially, cut into her 
tenderly aroused flesh like a big, flaming sword. As he surged further in 
and drove the last inch of hard cock into her cunt, she felt his balls slap 
against her anus. A shiver of unearthly delight ran over her flesh when that 
stimulus was added to the others already tearing and ripping at her nervous 
system. 

"God, you're in me all the way!" she howled. A mighty shudder of sensual 
approbation coursed outward from her cunt, running up and down her body. 
"Ohhh, I feel your balls against my ass! Ahhhh! Fuck, fuck me now! All the 
way in, Pete, drive it in deep!" 

Sensing that she was again poised on the brink of a mighty gust of sexual 
release, he began pistoning his prick in and out of that exquisitely tender 
slit with quicker strokes. He plunged deep, withdrawing each time until only 
the head of his prick lay poised in the rim of her cunt and then pressing 
the big tool home with a slow, marvelously thrilling stroke. He added to the 
thrust's delicious pleasure by swaying his hips from side to side, so that 
his prick slid into her cunt with something of a corkscrew effect. 

Debbie's abundant arousal ensured that she was not able to stand much of 
that slow but marvelously effective fucking style. The first few thrusts 
sent her brain reeling with lusty approval but then, when she felt her cunt 
and womb gathering themselves for another explosion, she tightened her 
thighs around his legs and began fucking back at him. Her gyrations 
naturally strengthened the ef feet of his driving, skewering prick and she 
felt her body tightening up for another all-out assault on her 
sensibilities. 

Pete never varied the steady pace of his deeply penetrating thrusts and that 
rhythm allowed Debbie to excite herself. After a few moments she lifted her 
left shoulder high and forced her breast into his mouth, which happened to 
be very strategically placed. As his tongue played over her swollen, 
tingling nipple, she felt even stronger darts of sexual passion. Knowing 
that she was very close to the brink of sexual ecstasy, she fucked harder 
and harder. Grinding her loins against the base of his prick proved to be 
exactly the right stimulus and, grunting heavily, she slammed against him 
one last time before a sheet of flame erupted deep inside her cunt. 

Debbie fucked herself against her brother's cock until she could stand it no 
longer. The sensations mounted higher, becoming more and more intense, and 
at the end she had to fall back, wheezing and panting as the strength flowed 
out of her limbs. Pete had not been able to come but his prick had retained 
all its hardness, affording her the maximum of pleasure from the fuck. He 
continued working the tool back and forth until he was certain that Debbie 
had fucked herself out. 

Debbie had been wondering how she and LaWanda were going to bring about the 
change in partners, or even if they would do so at all. She still wanted 
Herbie, for whom she had a great deal of affection, and Pete's gentle 
exhibition of his skill at fucking had convinced the girl that opening her 
thighs to Herbie would be a very generous gesture. LaWanda's whoops and 
shrieks of outraged ecstasy suggested that Herbie could use his prick as 
well as his mouth and Debbie found herself growing steadily fonder of the 
idea of having both men in quick succession. 

"Debbie?" LaWanda called out after a short silence had fallen over the room. 
"You still alive?" 

"Just barely," the girl said. "Mmmm, I wasn't sure for a minute there, but 
I'm going to pull through, I believe. Oooh, was that ever beautiful!" 

"Yeah, I sort of figured that Pete would know how to turn you on," LaWanda 
said. "But what I was wondering was, could he make it with me too? I tell 
you, girl, I've got the hots for him too and I think it'd be a gas to take 
both of these dudes, one right after the other!" 

Debbie was too startled at first to reply. The forthright approach which 
LaWanda adopted, her matter-of-fact way of stating her desire, stunned the 
girl for a moment, even though she voiced the same desire which had been 
running through Debbie's mind. 

"Well, I can tell you this," she said when she had recovered her bearings. 
"Pete's still got that incredible hard-on and when you mentioned that, I 
thought his cock was going to jump off and tear my cunt out! So I've got to 
say that I think he's interested! And me, yeah, I can't help but want it 
with Herbie too!" 

"Wow, this is too much!" Pete said, twisting about to look back at LaWanda. 
"Jumping off one foxy chick and getting right into another one, that's got 
to be the most out of sight thing in the world!" 

Herbie also found it an enchanting prospect, judging from the way he pulled 
himself away from LaWanda and readied himself for the switch. Debbie felt 
her clitoris stiffen again, rising into a pointed antenna of lusty arousal, 
as she contemplated the act she was about to undertake. She visualized 
Herbie's big cock, dripping with his own come and LaWanda's rich, musky 
oils, sliding into her tingling slit and bathing itself in the marvelous 
pool of sperm which Pete had deposited there. She especially responded to 
the idea of Herbie's prick invading her cunt while that tenderly aroused 
orifice was still wet with her brother's seminal offering and her body 
assumed a state of hot arousal within a few seconds. 

Looking down between her legs when Pete had moved out of place, she saw that 
the reality was even more exciting than the idea: Herbie's chocolate colored 
prick glistened moistly and heavy, ropy strands of his pearly come hung 
about the thick shaft, giving it an erotically festive air. At that moment 
she conceived a strange but overpowering desire, one that she knew she could 
never implement: she most of all wanted to have Herbie every way at once! 
She would gladly have taken his wet, come-smeared prick into her mouth, her 
cunt and her asshole all at the same time! The mere thought of tasting that 
tool's sensual flavor while at the same time feeling its thick heft 
burrowing into her ripe, highly charged cunt and also nudging the tingling 
rim of her anus into a big circle sent shudders of sexual pleasure racing 
over her skin. 

"If I weren't so fucking horny," LaWanda mused aloud, "I'd say that maybe 
you ought to try taking both these cats on at once, honey! Mmmm, I bet you'd 
really get off on sucking Pete right now! Yeah, and if Herbie was working 
his prong up your cunt, that'd be just be gravy, you know?" 

"God, I'd love to try it with both of them!" Debbie burst out. She felt a 
swarm of erotically stimulating notions and all of them proved to be highly 
exciting. "Mmmmm, or taking it the other way, that'd be groovy too! Yeah, I 
think I could get off on sucking Herbie's cock after he'd pulled it out of 
you, LaWanda!" 

Herbie would gladly have given her his prick in whatever fashion she 
desired, she saw, but at that moment she felt that her particular form of 
sexual arousal dictated taking the wet, slippery tool in her cunt. She 
therefore spread the inner lips of her pus sy wide and exposed the tiny 
little opening to him as he lay over her, adjusting the bulky knob of his 
cock against the proffered cleft. The first contact between their sexual 
organs sent a powerful tingle of fleshly approval rocketing outward from the 
junction and she closed her eyes for a moment, grateful that she was able to 
have both men in such a quick order. 

LaWanda employed different tactics with Pete. She remained on her back but, 
instead of extending her legs nearly full length, she levered them up until 
her heels were resting on his broad shoulders. This change elevated her 
dark, hot-lipped cunt and incidentally exposed the tenderly charged slit to 
Debbie's view. As Pete hunkered over her and forced his stiff cock down into 
place, Debbie could look directly between his legs and see LaWanda's dark 
fingers guiding the ivory-hued rod between the lips of her pussy. The stark 
contrast between Pete's smooth, lightly tanned skin and LaWanda's much 
darker but equally delectable flesh had a strongly sensual effect and Debbie 
realized that she was achieving exactly the reverse image with Herbie. That 
thought lent an added aura of sexual arousal to her acceptance of his cock 
and she felt her body tingling harder than ever. 

"Hey, why'd you lift your legs up like that?" she asked, overcome by 
curiosity. "Does that make it better?" 

"Better?" LaWanda repeated. "No, not better, just different. Reaching back 
like this, it sort of ... well, it opens your cunt up more, I guess. Anyway, 
it's a good way to ball when you really want to feel the guy in deep. A 
really well-hung stud, somebody like Herbie or Pete here, it fixes you up so 
that you feel like they're driving that cock right into your heart!" 

"That's for me then!" Debbie instantly declared. "Herbie, let's change, huh? 
I want to get like that! Oh, man, I want to feel that cock of yours all the 
way in! And if you could stuff those balls in too, I'd like that even 
better!" 

"Wow, that thing's way too tight to get my balls in!" Herbie told her. He 
smiled at her youthful exuberance but he was only too willing to comply with 
her request. "Here, I'll back off and you can get your legs set just right. 
Then I'll come back over you and you can shove it in yourself, how's that?" 

"That sounds like a winner to me," Debbie told him. 

Lithe and supple from constant exercise, she found it simple enough to get 
her legs into the required position. At once she felt much more vulnerable 
to Herbie's big prick, since the shift left her utterly open to him, but she 
had almost infinite trust in him and knew that he would do nothing that was 
not to her own best interests. As she reached down to pull his cock into 
position, she succumbed to another desire which had been lurking just below 
the surface of her mind: reaching out with her free hand, she began stroking 
her brother's tight thighs and gradually worked her hand between them until 
she could caress his balls. He was very close, of course, and she did not 
have to stretch to bring her fingers into contact with those big, 
sperm-laden eggs. 

That first touch fired her senses with even more sexual enthusiasm and she 
began feeling of his prick more ardently. Inevitably her fingers brushed 
against LaWanda's flesh, though the incidental contact did not impress 
either of them as anything more than just that. LaWanda, in fact, found it 
powerfully arousing, that Debbie was fondling her brother's cock as he held 
it poised in the mouth of her cunt, and she decided to return the favor by 
applying the same tactics to Herbie's hard, lasciviously moistened prick. 
Both Herbie and Pete responded strongly to those additional caresses and let 
the fact be known. 

"Yeah, it's like I was sort of helping Herbie fuck you!" LaWanda cried out 
as she stroked his powerful cock. "Mmmmm, what a turn on! Man, I could get 
off just thinking about that!" 

Debbie likewise responded quickly and definitely to the additional 
excitement. Her fingers played over her brother's prick more firmly, now 
that she was assured of a favorable reception, and her own cunt glowed with 
vibrations of awesome magnitude as she felt LaWanda's fingers moving 
Herbie's cock about within her extremely sensitive cunt. With her legs drawn 
up high, she felt that instrument of sensual deliverance much more 
clearly-her cunt seemed to have grown narrower by at least half, she 
thought-and that additional awareness made her clitoris throb harder than 
ever. 

Since the altered position of her pussy relative to Herbie's cock had 
brought her stiff little clitoris well away from the rigid, hot shaft, she 
began stroking it with her own fingers once she had planted his prick in the 
rim of her cunt. As her fingertips played over that exquisitely sensitized 
nub of gristle, she felt her womb clenching up reflexively and knew that her 
body was preparing itself for another massive outpouring of orgasmic joy. 

"Ohhhh, it's the best fucking in the world!" LaWanda moaned. "First one and 
then the other, they're both out of sight! Mmmm, Pete, your cock fits my 
cunt so good! Ohhhh, yeahhhh, it's going right into my guts!" 

Debbie felt exactly the same way. Once Herbie's prick had penetrated the 
tightly resisting rim of her cunt, it had slipped easily into the depths of 
that fragrant tunnel. Coated as it was with a profuse outpouring of Pete's 
thick, oily come, her cunt was superbly ready for his cock and easily 
accommodated itself to the big, black rod. Debbie felt as though her entire 
body were being stuffed to the bursting point with his masculine presence, a 
sensation which gave her a vast amount of pleasure and satisfaction. She 
twisted about as best she could and discovered that this new position, 
ungainly though it appeared to be, actually allowed her a surprising degree 
of mobility. 

"Mmmm, he's fucking me to death!" she cried as she swayed her buttocks from 
side to side. "Omigod, LaWanda, he's fucking me out of my mind! I can't 
stand it any more; I'm going to come again! Oooooh, it's all over me and I'm 
coming again!" 

Herbie never stopped his relentless thrusting, not even at the very height 
of her orgasmic storm, and when her senses had returned to something like a 
normal state the first thing she felt was that same push, pull of his prick 
going into the very heart of her cunt. Her left hand remained firmly planted 
between Pete's thighs, though he had pushed his cock so far into LaWanda's 
hungry little cunt she could no longer feel the shaft. Looking toward him, 
she saw the eye of his anus winking at her and she knew that she must push 
one of her fingers into that orifice. Her fingers had become moist and 
slippery, having played over the wet shaft of his cock long enough to have 
acquired plenty of that natural lubricant, and her middle finger easily 
pierced the muscle-ringed opening between the cheeks of his ass. 

Pete responded wildly, screaming out with delight and slamming his big cock 
into LaWanda with greater power than ever. She answered with a hearty yelp 
of surprised approval, bending her hips sharply to accentuate the force of 
that thrust, and Debbie forced her finger deeper into his ass. She welcomed 
that display of animated aggression on his part and knew that LaWanda would 
benefit all the more from it. As he fucked the last inch of his prick into 
the girl's ready, hungry cunt, Debbie felt his ass give a spasmodic twitch 
and close down on her finger with surprising force. She knew at that moment 
that she was helping him achieve a new level of sexual pleasure and that 
awareness brought her own agonized senses soaring upward with new vigor. 

"Mmmm, fuck me!" she murmured to Herbie, who was sparing no effort at doing 
just that. "Fuck me harder, Herbie, and we'll all come again! Ohhh, what a 
beautiful way to learn about fucking! I'll love all of you forever for being 
such good teachers!" 


THE END
