Something with my Sister Deb
Introduction:
I need someone to talk to…
It was an afternoon in July, I was about three months short of my seventeenth birthday. I was practicing one on one basket¬ball with my sister Debbie, who would be sixteen in September. Debbie is going into grade ten, while I am going into grade eleven at our school. Debbie is on the basketball team, and I was show¬ing her a couple of moves. This one was to dribble up to the opponent, then pivot, while lowering a shoulder, and then dribble around them, using the shoulder to block them away from the ball. Debbie dribbled up, and made the move, and went around me and made her lay-up. I took the ball, and we did it again. “Now, get the shoulder down low,” I said, as I dribbled by. I did not shoot, just tossed her the ball. She did it again, and did it well, shooting a basket. “That’s enough,” I said. I grabbed a water bottle and had a quick drink. I noticed the top was loose, but did not mention it to Deb.
She came over and said, “I think that move will help me this year. I can’t see many girls being able to defend that.” She tilted up the water bottle, and before I could say anything the top came loose, and soaked the front of her tee-shirt. The water made the tee-shirt transparent, and the tits that I had noticed bouncing while we played, I could now see quite plainly. I had guessed that she did not have a bra on while we were playing, and the sight confirmed that fact. I remember thinking, ‘Puffies.’ I expected Deb to turn away, but she just took the other water bottle and stood there, and took a drink, letting me check out her chest. I think she even pushed it out some, as she tilted her head back to drink. I just had a real good look. Her tits were not overly big, but jutted out nicely, and as I said, had those nice puffy nipples. It seemed like a little while, when she said “Finished staring?” I blushed a bit, and quickly looked away. Deb just laughed lightly.
In the house, I showered while Deb made us sandwiches. She was about done eating when I arrived in the kitchen. She headed for the shower, and I ate my lunch, and hit the living room sofa, figuring on watching some of the ball game. A bit later Deb came in. She was wearing a pair of loose fitting shorts, and a hal¬ter top. Rather than sit in one of the easy chairs, she slid on the end of the sofa, making me move my legs up. She was quiet for a bit, then placing one hand on my knee, she asked “So, did you like looking at me?” She definitely caught me off guard with that. I looked at her, and could see she was serious. I nodded, as that was easier than saying something. She looked at me sweetly and said, “I was not trying to embarrass you. I just wanted to show you, show you that I want to be more open. I know that does not sound right, but what I am trying to say is, I want to be able to talk to you. About everything.” I looked at her, I had no idea where she was coming from. Debbie and I had always been close. My Dad died when I was five. There had been an accident at the plant where he worked. Mom had never remarried, and while money was not short for the first few years, eventually living on a fixed income while costs went up, made her go to work. I had been wor¬king part-time since I was fourteen, and Debbie had just found a job at the pizza place.
I guess my lack of an answer encouraged Deb to explain more, as she continued talking. “I want to be able to talk about sex with you. I can talk to you about everything else. Mom tries, but her view is just a bit old-fashioned.”
I nodded, and said, “I will help if I can, I am just not sure of our ground here.”
She just gave my knee a playful jab, and said, “I am just looking for someone to talk to.” Then she looked at me and smiled a sweet, sexy smile and added, “for right now, anyway.” I shrugged. I don’t know if she took that as agreement, but she sud¬denly asked, “You have had sex with a girl, or girls, right?” I just rolled my eyes, and slowly nodded. “Girl or girls?” She asked.
I again was reluctant to answer, then finally said, “Girls.”
She smiled and said, “Thought so. Anyone I know?”
I looked down at the floor, not at her, and said, “What makes you think I am going to tell you that.”
She slapped my knee and said “Listen up, I said I need someone to talk to, I did not say I wanted to pull your teeth.”
We heard Mom’s car pulling in the driveway, and I said a silent prayer. I needed some time to think. Deb must have read my mind, as she said, “Think about it, I really have no close friend, and I want to talk. Judy is a good friend, but I don’t have a best friend as such. I just want you to be my best friend in this, like you have been for everything else.”
I nodded, and said, “I’ll think about it.” Mom had our Aunt Marie with her. My Mom was thirty-six years old. She had me when she was nineteen. I knew Aunt Marie was a couple of years younger. She was my Dad’s sister. She had come around a lot, ever since Dad died, and I knew that over the years she had helped with money at times. I watched my ballgame after that, and after supper I had to drive Debbie over to her friend’s place, where she was spending the night.
Once in the car, Debbie quickly said, “So, did you think about it?”
“Some,” I said. “But not enough.”
“So, who have you done it with?” she asked.
I looked at her, and said, “I said, I want to think about it some more, and I don’t know if I will tell you that or not.”
She just looked down, and said, “O.K. Think about it. But in the mean time, I expect Judy is going to want to play tonight. I know she wants to have sex with me. What should I do?”
I nearly drove up on the curb. I pulled over and said, “What?”
Debbie just smiled sweetly and said, “You heard me, I know Judy wants to get it on with me.”
I shook my head and said, “So, what do you think?”
She piped right up and said, “I don’t think I am ready for that kind of serious stuff.”
I said to her, “Just tell Judy that, then. Tell her you are not ready. If she is your friend, she should understand.”
Deb nodded and said, “There is not time now, but I will tell you everything. I hope maybe you will do the same.” I pulled back out in traffic, and we were soon at Judy’s.
When we got there, I said, “If you get uncomfortable, call. I can always come and get you.”
She smiled and said, “Oh, I think I can handle it. I may even play a bit, I just don’t want to do it all.” She was laughing as she got out of the car. I just shook my head. Driving home, a thought suddenly hit me. Mom. I suddenly was ten years old, and going to the bathroom during the night. I heard a noise, and looked down stairs. I saw Mom on her knees, and she was lifting up Aunt Marie’s dress. I don’t know why that popped into my head, but it did. As I drove home, my mind was racing. The time I waited for Aunt Marie to finish in the bathroom, so I could use it, only to discover half an hour later, that she was not in there. Where was she? Suddenly little bits and pieces made sense. Mom and Aunt Marie, all these years. I did not feel bad about it – if anything, I was happy for them. When I got home, Mom was watching TV with my Aunt. I smiled to myself.
Mom said to me, “Your Aunt is going to spend the night, she can use Debbie’s room.” I nodded as I smiled inwardly. That had occurred lots of times in the past. I spent the night watching TV in my room, and thinking. It was about eleven and I washed up, planning on hitting the sack. I went down and as I arrived in the Living room, Aunt Marie got up, and went to wash.
I went over and gave Mom a small kiss, and softly said, “Mom, she does not have to sleep in Deb’s room. I know, and I am O.K. with it all.” If I ever had any doubts, they were dispelled by the look on my Mom’s face. It certainly left her speechless. I went on upstairs. I slept good. I do recall a little dream about two good-looking women in their thirties having a little party in a bedroom.
I awoke the next morning, and went off to work. I took the car, and as I only had to work until one in the afternoon, I picked Debbie up when I got off work. Mom and my Aunt were going shopping (flea-market Sunday), so I said to Deb, “I’ll pay for bur¬gers, interested?”
“Sure,” she said. We went to the drive-through, then parked and ate. Once we were home, I hit the shower, and then the sofa. I was going to watch the ball game and maybe have a short nap. I had a game that night. Debbie soon came in, and came right over. She slid on the sofa, looking down at me. “So,” she said. “We on or what?”
I looked at her and said, “I guess we are on, but I can stop whenever I want.”
She seemed to think a bit, then said “O.K., but no chicken¬ing out. If you stop, it has to be for a good reason. And one other thing, unless one of us says different, everything we share is only between you and me. We tell no one.”
“Good idea,” I said.
She smiled and said, “So, who have you screwed?”
I just looked at her and said, “I don’t think I am ready to just jump into that.”
She stopped short and said, “Oh.” Then she added, “I sup¬pose, you are going to make me go first.”
I replied, “Do you want to go first?”
She did not really answer that, just said, “I will.” With that, she said, “Let me lie down with you.” I was a little doubtful about that, but she pushed me back some, and quickly lay down beside me. She had her back to me, and snuggled close. She then reached over and, taking my arm, pulled it around her, pressing my hand to her belly. She glanced back and said, “Comfortable?”
I said, “I guess.”
She giggled, and said, “I want to feel close when we share stuff. It will make it easier.” I think as a test, she let go of my hand, and I kept my arm around her. “So,” she said. “Where to start. You know I have gone out with Billy a few time. We have necked some, and he has felt me up. I let him do that. I even let him under my blouse, and under my skirt, but not inside my bra or my pan¬ties. I have rubbed him, but only through his jeans. It felt good having him feel me up, but I was not ready for more.” I remained quiet, so she continued. “I liked what we were doing, and yes, it turned me on, but, I don’t like him like that. I want to do it with someone that is special to me. Billy just is not special. I mean we are friends, but I don’t love him or anything like that. I don’t mean I have to love someone first, but I want to at least care a lot more than I do for him.” I just held her and let her ramble. “It’s the same with Judy. I know she wants to get into some heavy stuff. I mean oral sex with each other and all that. I think she even has a vibra¬tor, I just am not ready for that. Then I think if I ever was to do that with another girl, then she would have to be a better friend. I would only do something like that, if I was best friends with her. Then that is only a maybe.” I did not say anything “So, what do you think?” She asked, then giggled and said “I’m not boring you am I?”
I laughed lightly and said, “No, you are not boring me. And I think you are handling everything very well right now.”
Then she asked, “When you screwed those girls, did you love them, like them, how did you feel about them?”
The moment of truth had arrived. I quickly said “Before I answer that, did you and Judy do anything last night?”
Debbie giggled and said, “Dirty boy.” Then she giggled again, and said “We ended up playing with each other. I let her feel my tits, and rub my cunt. But I would not let her put her lips on me. I would not even let her kiss me, but yes, we did make each other cum with our fingers. I would not let her put her fingers in me though. But when she came, she wanted me to put my fingers inside her, so I did.” She giggled again and said, “So is that what you want to hear, I had my fingers in her wet pussy.”
I laughed myself, and said, “You are enjoying this, aren’t you?”
She giggled and said, “Yes, I am, I just want you to get comfortable with this.”
I gave in and said, “Comfortable, how am I supposed to be comfortable?”
She giggled and said, “So, you going to answer my ques¬tions?”
I shrugged and said, “Go for it.” She squirmed and turned around, and put her arm around my waist. My arm was still around her. She was intentionally keeping her hips away from mine. She bent her neck and leaned her head on my chest, looking down and not at me.
“Sooooo.” She let out a deep breath as she said it, then inhaled, equally deep. “How many girls you had?” she asked.
“I don’t keep count, but five or six,” I said.
“Wow,” was her response. Then she asked “I know any of them?”
“Yes, you know some of them,” I said. She almost shivered against me.
The she whispered, “For now, just tell me one name that I know.” I hesitated, and she urged me on with a “Please.”
“Sherry Barron,” I said.
“Fuck,” she said.
“What?” I asked. “I could have guessed that,” she said to me. She then giggled and said, “I’ll save the rest, so tell me, did you love any of these girls?”
“No,” I said, “but then again, I did and do like them all. I consider them all friends. There are only a couple of them that I really did not know very well, and I have not followed up with them.”
“One night stands?” she asked.
“Yes, one was, not a one night stand, just at a party. I had just met her that night,” I told her.
She paused and said, “Maybe you had better explain that.”
I took a deep breath and said, “It was after a ball game, you know, during the summer I play for the plant. Some of those guys are in their twenties. Anyway, one weekend there was a big party, and I went. To make a long story short, one of the guys’ girl¬friends had brought her sister. She was alone, so we hung out at the party. There was drinking and even a little dope.” She started to turn here, but I held her and said, “I don’t do dope, but some of them were. There was also lots of booze. I had a beer, but do not drink as a rule. Anyway, she was older, probably nineteen or so. She was single and I was there single, so we danced. She was doing some weed, but did not bug me to.” I paused, and I could feel Debbie holding her breath waiting. I waited some more.
Debbie nudged me with her elbow. “Go on.”
I said, “I was waiting for you to breathe.”
She laughed softly, and said “Just get on with it.”
“So, the party was getting a bit wild. People were necking and there was a lot of feeling going on. Cindy, that was her name, and I were dancing a lot. On slow dances, she just wrapped her¬self around me.” I went on with my story. I took a breath and said, “I noticed some couples slipping upstairs, and some others were feeling each other up right out in the open. Cindy just led me upstairs, She did not say anything, just right up the stairs, and into an empty bedroom. So we did it. I mean she was nice, and she wanted it, and seeing all the touching and feeling going on, cer¬tainly had me in the mood.” Debbie took a couple of deep breaths, so I said, “If you are having trouble breathing, we can stop.” I was laughing softly as I got it all said.
Debbie just laughed and said, “You just go right on now, don’t be worrying about me.”
I laughed again, and said, “You asked for it.” I went on with my story. “I knew Cindy had definitely climaxed during, you know, us doing it. But once we got back downstairs, it was like she did not get enough. I think that it’s the drugs and booze. She had just pulled her skirt back on and her tank top. No underwear. Anyway, soon she was dancing with another girl, and they were feeling each other up. The other girl had her hand under Cindy’s skirt, and I knew she was bare under there. They were just getting onto the sofa, when a couple of guys got in a fight in the other room. I looked back at Cindy, and she and this other girl were just starting what looked like a sixty nine, when Tommy Carson grabbed me. I had gone with Tommy and his girlfriend. Tommy wanted to leave before any more fights broke out, so we left, before I had a good look at the two girls going at it.”
Debbie, was breathing now, faster than normal. “Wow, that was better than I expected,” she said. She suddenly rolled off the sofa, and looking at me, with a flush on her cheeks said, “I need a drink. Want a Pepsi?” I nodded. She disappeared, and was soon back and handed me a Pepsi, and put hers on the end table. “Need a leak,” she said. She was gone about five minutes. When she came back. she had obviously washed her face. She took a drink and sat down across from me in one of the easy chairs. Even now she was still a little flushed. She smiled a funny smile and said, “That story was hot.”
It suddenly dawned on me. I slapped my forehead with my hand and said, “You!” She blushed, and I knew I had her busted. “You played with yourself,” I said, a little louder than normal. She blushed again, and nodded. The talk had made me horny too, and I had a hard-on that would not quit. Truthfully, what she did is what I wanted to do. I was pressed over a bit, into the sofa, trying to hide my hard-on.
“Our talking, I got so horny, I was so wet.” She was trying to apologize and explain at the same time. She stopped then and said, “Christ, I’m stupid.” She was looking down at where my hips were pressed into the sofa. “I’m sorry,” she said. I just looked at her. Her face was still flushed a bit. She then whispered so softly, I could barely make her out. “If you want, I’ll help.”
“What?!” I exclaimed.
Her eyes were smoky and she whispered a little louder and plainer. “I want to see it.” I just closed my eyes and shook my head. Then she said, “I have never seen one. I felt Billy’s, but that was through his jeans. It was not real big either.” I only had a pair of loose shorts on. I slowly turned over on my back and let my hard cock tent my shorts. “Oh, my,” she whispered. I went to get up, but she quickly rose and met me, wrapping her arms around me. “Please, I want to see it. I caused it, let me help. We don’t have to do much.” Her voice was coaxing. My resolve was slip¬ping, I was so horny. She very gently pushed me back to the sofa, but she would not let me sit down. She reached for my shorts. My mind screamed, ‘Stop her,’ but my hard cock screamed back, I don’t know what it screamed, but my cock won. Debbie pushed my shorts down, and as she did, my cock bounced up. She gave a nervous little laugh at that. My cock was sticking straight up in the air. Debbie did not take her eyes off my cock. She very slowly reached out, and very slowly and gently took hold of my cock. As she touched it, I moaned, but not loud enough to drown out her moan. She slowly stroked my cock. She looked up at me, her face flushed, and whispered, “It’s so big, it’s so hot, it’s so smooth, it’s so hard, it’s beautiful.”
She was stroking me a little faster. She whispered in a low, sexy voice, “Cum for me. I want to see that also.” I knew she would see it soon. Her hand felt cool when she first touched me, but now her little hand jerking me was hot to the touch. I watched as her hand held me, stroked me, and then jerked me faster. Deb¬bie wears rings on all her fingers and her thumb on her right hand, and I noticed them all as she jerked my hard cock.
“Deb, I’m so close.” I was holding back, and wanted to warn her. I really don’t think she knew what to do. So she just aimed it at her chest, and jerked me hard and fast. I quickly came, shooting cum all over her tee-shirt. She just smiled as I came, and aimed me right at her tits. Her tee-shirt was soaked, and she looked at it, then up at me. Her eyes were shining brightly.
She smiled and said, “Awesome.” She continued to softly stroke my cock, as it slowly began to soften. A little cum dribbled down and onto her hand. She had cum on a couple of those neat looking rings. She was fascinated as my cock slowly wilted in her hand. She looked at me again, and said, “That is so neat, I want to hold it some time and feel it grow also.” I reached down and pulled her up to me. I hugged her close.
I knew then, that she would get that wish.
The next week or so went by quickly. Mom seemed happy, but it had been quite awhile since I had seen Aunt Marie. Debbie was busy with a basketball camp, so I did not even see much of her. The following week was more of the same. Debbie was wor¬king at a basketball camp now, instructing younger players. She was still working at the pizza place, so did not have much time. The week of my birthday, my Mom said to me, “Since your birth¬day is on Friday, if you want a little party, it is O.K. with me.”
I just nodded and said, “Actually, I really don’t want a party, I have never felt real comfortable with people making a fuss over me. I guess just a nice supper, maybe a cake, if you have time, and maybe just the four of us.”
Mom nodded and said, “I can get off early, and make a cake, and … and …” She looked at me and said “Four?”
“I would like my Aunt to come,” I said, smiling.
Mom smiled and said “I will ask her.”
I smiled also and said, “Can I call her ‘daddy,’ just once?”
Mom’s mouth fell open and she just looked at me. She started to say something and then stopped. Finally she said, “You just call her Aunt Marie for now. You hear me?”
I said, “Yes, Mother.”
That night Mom and Debbie were watching TV. I got home from my ball game, and sprawled on the sofa. Mom was in her favorite chair, and Debbie was leaning back in one of the lazy-boys. Mom spoke up and said, “I asked Marie, and she said she could make it. She thanks you for thinking of her.”
Debbie said, “Time she stopped hiding.”
Mom looked at her and said, “That’s enough, you. Let’s just give her some time.”
Debbie smiled sweetly and said, “I just meant that I have missed her.”
“Me, too,” I said. That seemed to calm everyone down.
Later Mom went to the kitchen and Debbie looked at me. She winked and said, “Haven’t seen much of you lately.” I just shrugged. So she said, “Miss me?”
I nodded and said, “Yes, I have missed seeing you.” As I said that, she lifted one leg. Her skirt was short enough that when she lifted the leg, it lifted the whole skirt, and I had a great beaver shot of her naked crotch. “You have missed seeing me?” she asked in a soft, teasing voice.
I just looked at her crotch, and said, “Yes, very much.”
She giggled, and said, “Want to see more of me?”
I looked at her again, and whispered “You are bad.”
She smiled and said, “Love it, though.” She suddenly lowered her leg, and smoothed her skirt. Mom soon reappeared.
When I went up to bed, Debbie followed me upstairs. She whispered. “If you had a skirt on, I would sneak a peek at you.” I stopped at the top of the stairs, and she bumped into me. She pressed against me. She whispered “I want you to eat me again. I need it, I have been thinking about it, and know I have waited too long to have you do it again.” I looked back over my shoulder at her. She stayed pressed up against my back. She whispered “In the morning. I have the day off, and I know you do, too. Once Mom has gone to work, I want some.” She then gave me a little push and said, “Come on get moving.” I laughed at her. I had some nice dreams that night.
The morning was bright and sunny. I was up before Mom left. She said, “If you go to the beach, remember I am off early. Marie is coming over about five, so dinner will be right about then.”
“Sounds good,” I said.
“And listen,” she said. “Remember and remind Debbie, to just act normal around Marie.” I just nodded. Mom left, so I hit the shower. I was downstairs again, having some breakfast when I heard the shower. I was finished eating and just relaxing, when Debbie appeared.
She had dolled herself up some. She had put on some lip¬stick and done her face up some. She had her hair piled up on her head, and had on a short skirt and just a halter top. Her flat stom¬ach was uncovered and she was barefoot. She just said, “Happy birthday.”
I smiled and said, “Thanks.” She made herself a couple pieces of toast, and got a glass of juice. She smiled and moved the kitchen stool over by the counter. I was still sitting at the table, and she made sure the stool was positioned so when she sat up on it, she was facing me. She took a bite of her toast, and opened her legs. The stool had her at my eye level, and as she opened her legs, she made sure her ass was right on the edge of the stool. She did have on panties, but they were white and very thin. I could make out the curves of her mound, and even detect the slit of her cunt.
She took a big bite, and said as she chewed, “I’m hungry, how about you?” I just looked at her. She was looking at my face, her mouth was smiling, and her eyes were smiling also. She took another bite, and said “So, cat got you tongue?”
I smiled at her and then just said, “No.” I did not say anything else, I was more interested in what she was saying.
She took a bite, then followed that with a drink. She smiled sweetly and said “If a cat does not have your tongue, I know a pussy that wants it.”
I smiled and said, “Does that pussy want it real bad?”
She looked at me and smiled broadly. She then lowered her voice some and said, “Yes, the pussy wants it real, real bad.”
She had her legs wife open now, and I said, “It looks like it needs a good licking.”
She gobbled her second piece of toast, and said, “Oh, it does, it does.” Her toast was gone, and she took a big drink and kind of swished it in her mouth, then swallowed. She finished her drink, then slowly slid off the stool, letting her skirt pull up to her waist. She just sort of leaned against the stool, with her bottom showing and asked, “Your room or mine?”
“Whichever you prefer,” I said.
She just reached for my hand, and then led me up the stairs. She did not say a word. Her skirt had fallen back into place. She led me into my bedroom. She released my hand, and turned and asked, “Naked?”
I said, “Okay.”
She dropped the skirt and slid her panties down and stepped out of them, then she pulled off the halter top. She stood before me naked. Her puffy nipples were hard, and pointing at me. She smiled and said, “Hurry up,” and motioned to my shorts. I looked at her, and she said, “You, too.” I did not say anything, just took my tee-shirt off then pushed my shorts down. My cock, which was hard, lifted to attention, standing out proudly. Debbie stared at it, and said, “All this time I have been flashing you, I have missed seeing your cock.” She took my hand and pulled me towards her, but she stepped aside, and gently pushed me down on the bed. I lay there, with my legs hanging over the end of the bed. She walked around to the side of the bed, and got on, asking, “Ready?”
“Ready,” I said. She moved closer, and lifted a leg, and straddled my head. She was facing down, and slowly, very slowly lowered her cunt to my face. As her cunt neared my mouth, I could see her juice, coating her pussy-lips with a fine dew. Just before she lowered herself completely, a drop appeared, then slowly started to dangle from her cunt-lips. I grabbed her hips and held her there. Slowly the drop lowered. I kept my lips closed, and let the drop land on my lips. It was hot to the touch, and the sweet¬ness of it made me lick my lips. Once, twice I licked my lips, tasting her on me. Then I slowly pulled her down, and licked the length of her slit.
Debbie moaned loudly, and then she surprised me. She laid down on me, and saying, “Happy birthday,” she sucked the head of my cock into her warm, wet mouth. As she took me into her mouth, she squirmed her cunt on my face. I tightened my grip to hold her steady, and I devoured her hot, wet pussy. I sucked her cunt-lips into my mouth, then released them and shoved my tongue as deep into her pussy-hole as I could get it. I repeated this a few times. Suck her lips, then tongue her hole. I could feel her trying to buck, but held her cunt to me, keeping her hips steady. In the meantime, Debbie was sucking me like a pro. For someone sucking a cock for the first time, she was doing great. She was a wet sucker, as she slobbered a lot as she sucked. She was also doing a lot of moaning around my cock as I sucked her sweet cunt. As she was up above me, her sweet little pussy was practically dripping into my mouth. She was trying to hump my face, but I held her steady. I slowly lifted her a bit, and let my tongue slide up her slit. I neared her clit, and she tried to press her hips down so I would make contact with it. I let her move, and she pushed her clit onto my tongue. As soon as my tongue made contact with her clit, she moaned loudly, then it felt like she was trying to swallow my cock.
I licked her clit with the flat of my tongue, pressing hard on it. Her hips bucked in my hands, and she sucked me harder and faster. I knew she was close, but then so was I. I wanted to warn her, so I pushed her up, and said “Deb, you better stop. I’m close.” She just rammed her hips back down and forced her clit back onto my tongue. I licked at her hard and fast, then suddenly opened my mouth and tried to suck her little marble into my mouth, and I licked it hard. I swear she growled, and then she came. Her hips quivered in my hands, and she juiced all over my face. Her hips were squirming her cunt on my mouth, and finally I held her steady, and went after her pussy-hole. Her hole was soaked with her cream, and I sucked at it to get all I could. I just got a mouth¬ful, when I felt my come start. It raced up my shaft. I tried to pull back, but the bed stopped me, and her sucking mouth followed me. I felt the first spurt, then another and another. Debbie was sucking me like she could not get enough. I did not hear any gag¬ging, so I assumed she was swallowing. It felt like she was, as my cock felt like it was being swallowed. I finished coming, and she must have felt it end, because she let up, and just kind of nursed on the end of my cock. As she did this I was nursing at her cunt-hole. I sucked up all her juice, and would gently pull first one cunt lip then the other into my mouth. I gently kissed her cunt, as she slowly came down from her climax. Finally she relaxed and just lay on me.
My cock slipped out of her mouth, and she just nuzzled it as she lay on me. She lay there for a bit, then slowly, rolled off me. Once she was off, she quickly turned around, and lay down beside me. I kissed her softly on the mouth with my juice-wet lips. She moaned and kissed me back. She hardly even broke the kiss, just sort of let up some, but our lips still touched and she managed to whisper, “I loved that.” She ran her tongue over my lips, then whispered, “Did I do it right?”
I kissed her, then said, “You were perfect.”
She pulled away, and looked at me. She was almost laughing as she said, “I knew your birthday was coming. I decided I wanted to give you a blow-job. I even practiced on bananas.” She looked at me and her eyes were dancing with glee. She then said, “Turned out to be as much a present for me as it was for you.” I pulled her back down and hugged her tightly. She laid her head on my chest. She kissed my chest lightly and said, “I loved doing you.” I squeezed her tight. She then said, “Like you said you would eat me anytime, I’ll blow you anytime you want.” I just held her. It was not long before she stirred. She whispered, “Just thin¬king about it, is keeping me real horny. Want to do me again?” I did not even answer, I just moved around, and positioned her on her back. I opened her legs wide, and went back after her cunt with my mouth. As I started licking, I thought to myself, ‘You are going to beg me to stop.’ I pushed her legs up to her chest, expo¬sing her whole crotch to me, and I went to work. She was still wet, and I cleaned this up first, then licked her from her little asshole to her swollen clit. She was soon bucking on my mouth. I lightly chewed on her cunt-lips, and tongued her pussy-hole, lapping up her sweet cunt-juice as it leaked from her. I knew she was horny, so I did not wait too long, until I hit her clit.
On the first contact, she moaned and starting cumming. Her ass lifted, and she tried to straighten her legs. I just pushed them back to her tits, and feasted on her upraised cunt. Again she juiced heavily as she came. Once she was down, I just nuzzled her cunt, and kissed it softly. She just moaned. I gradually let her legs down some. I moved down some, and tickled her with my tongue on the sensitive spot between her pussy and her asshole. It was not long when I felt her begin to move a bit, and I went back to her cunt-hole. I tongued her, and got more juice from her. Slowly I moved back to her clit. I sucked her little marble and licked it all over. She was beginning to buck, and I knew she would cum again. She reached down and entwined her hands in my hair, and pressed my head close to her. She was pushing my face to her cunt. She gasped “I’m going to cum again. Oh, fuck, close, close, oh, cumming, cumming!” Again her cunt juiced all over my face. As she came, I went down to her pussy-hole and gently fucked her with my tongue. She just held my head tightly, and moaned as I tongue-fucked her through her cum. I continued to nuzzle her down there, and was about ready to start again, when she pushed me away. “No more,” she said.
I got up, and looking down at her I smiled and said, “Had enough for now?”
She smiled and whispered, “For now.”
“We hitting the beach?” I asked.
She nodded and said, “After I rest a bit.” Rest? She slept for an hour and a half.
That afternoon on the beach, she had another nap. It was getting close to three in the afternoon when she woke up. “Did I wear you out this morning?” I asked.
She just smiled and said, “I’m just resting up. But when I close my eyes and remember, I just want to keep my eyes closed.”
I laughed softly and said, “Sometimes, I want to do that, and see just how many times you can cum.”
She smiled and said. “O.K., but not today.”
She was quiet, then said, “I guess you know, I came three times this morning. I never came more than once before.” I laughed and said “Maybe I should just call you my cum bunny with the honey pot.”
She laughed and said, “Yes, I want to be your cum bunny.” Today, as the other day, she waited until I was gathering things up. She was still laying down, and she just opened her legs and pulled her bikini crotch to one side. “Does it look well licked? It sure feels like it.” She giggled as she said it. She quickly covered up.
The End
