Bill was ashamed at having spied on Debby. But he would have been horrified had he known that Debby had also spied on him.
The effect had been much the same. Debby, despite her passionate nature, was really not a very experienced girl. A good many of her classmates had already lost their virginity and Debby was most interested to talk to them about it – what it felt like to get fucked or to have a prick in the mouth. But mainly through lack of the proper opportunity, Debby had not yet gone all the way with a boy. She wanted to and intended to, but the time had to be right. If, for instance, she had been sure that her father would not come home that morning, she might well have let Tommy screw her. But she sure didn't want to get caught on the job. She was almost old-fashioned in her attitude towards sex. In an age and of a generation that considered sex a girl's right, Debby still thought that it was naughty – and was all the more interested in it because of that. She figured – rightly – that sex must have been a lot more fun back in the old days when only naughty girls put out and there was that twinge of guilt and shame to spice the act.
Debby had discovered the joy of masturbation when she was younger and finger fucked herself with regularity.
She had given her first handjob just before her birthday and, since then, had jacked off three or four boys and had let a couple finger fuck her to a climax. But that was the extent of her experience to date. She had a good reputation. Quite a few boys could have gotten a handjob off her had they taken the initiative, but they figured that she was prim and proper and would not consider it – and the chance was lost. It was as much a loss to Debby as to these unknowing lads, for she truly loved to jerk a guy off and see the spunk gush out of his cock and feel the female power that could make young men squirm and whimper. She loved to get finger fucked, as well. She loved to come. And she could just imagine what it would be like to come with a prick up her cunt! If a finger could feel so wonderful, how much better must a fat prick make a girl feel! Or a hot tongue!
Oh, yes – Debby was ready for it.
Every night, alone in bed, both hands cupped over her hot little crotch, she thought about fucking and sucking while she rubbed her pussy to a froth, wondering when she would finally get the real thing.
And from whom?
She never would have guessed.
Tommy had left shortly after Debby had jacked him off.
They figured it was best that he did so he wouldn't be there when her father got home, but his departure had left Debby unsatisfied. She wished that she had gotten him to finger fuck her before she gave him a handjob. But it was difficult to get those things in the right order, she knew. If a boy finger fucked her to an orgasm first, then she no longer felt like jerking him off. She would, certainly – but she took less pleasure in it. The ideal way was to do each other at the same time, but it wasn't always possible to come simultaneously and one or the other was left with a duty, rather than a delight.
Now Tommy was gone and Debby had a hot pussy.
She decided to give herself a handjob.
She went into her bedroom, closed the door and lay down on the bed. She didn't start right away. She liked to enjoy a little fantasizing before she stroked herself. She remembered how the jism had spurted put of Tommy's prick, smiling dreamily at the pleasant recollection. It would have spurted deep into her cunt if she'd fucked him, she knew. It would have filled her mouth if she had sucked him.
Her cunt began to steam.
She wished that she hadn't wiped his spunk off her tits with his handkerchief. It would have been awfully exciting to bend her head down and lap the boy's jism off her tits. She decided that the next time she jerked a guy off, she was going to lick her fingers. She might even let him watch. She knew that would drive him wild although it might not do her reputation much good. What did jism taste like? Some of her friends said that it was delicious but some just sucked to please a guy and didn't care for the taste. It tasted like starch, one of her friends had told her.
She licked the palm of her hand.
But there was none of the stuff left to taste.
She was ready to start working on her twat.
Then she heard the front door open and close.
She supposed that it was her father coming home and she delayed her handjob, in case he happened to come to her room for some reason. In fact, Bill had opened and closed the door from within, pretending that he had been out, so that Debby would not realize that he had been there while she jacked Tommy's prick. He was thoughtful that way. He didn't want to embarrass his daughter.
Debby felt very sorry for her father.
How could mom have run off and left us? she wondered.
And why?
She wondered if her father had a girlfriend now or if he had to jerk himself off, alone in the bed that Peggy had abandoned? It excited her to think of her father jerking off. She knew that he had a huge prick. She had seen it a few times. She had never seen it hard, of course, but even soft it had looked like a log. My mother was very silly to run off and leave such a lovely cock, thought the randy little teenager. She knew that her parents had fucked a lot. She had often heard their bed groaning under them, and not just at night. They fucked in the mornings and the afternoons, as well. It certainly couldn't have been because of any failure in their sex life that her mother had left, she knew that. She was getting really hot and creamy now. She wondered if she might peek into her father's bedroom sometime and see him pulling his prick? Oooooh! She would have loved to see that.
Or do it for him!
Debby had shocked herself by that sudden and unexpected thought. She blushed, ashamed of herself. Yet the idea was thrilling. Not that she would ever do such a wicked thing, but just thinking about it wasn't really a sin, was it?
She thought, about it.
She imagined herself sneaking into his room some night when he was sound asleep and taking his soft cock in her hand and fondling it while it got bigger and harder and then jacking him off while he slept – doing it gently so he didn't wake up, so that he would think it was a wet dream and would never for a moment realize that his daughter had given him a handjob. The girl was getting carried away. Her pussy was ready to ignite and cunt juice was running down her crotch and seeping into the crack of her taut little ass.
But it was all just a harmless fantasy, of course.
She thought about coming out of the bathroom, naked, pretending that she didn't realize her father was in the next room – letting him see her tits and her crotch as if by accident. Would it make him horny? She had no idea – but she knew damned well that parading naked in front of him would make her as randy as could be.
And she was as randy as could be. Right now.
She decided to make sure that her father did not want her for any reason, so that she could masturbate in peace.
She went to the door and just as she opened it, Bill came down the hall on his way to Rebecca's.
Looking out, Debby saw her father in profile.
She gasped.
His prick was jutting out in the front of his trousers. Debby stared at it. He hadn't seen her. He moved on to the front door. But where was he going? Surely he couldn't go out in public with that massive lump in his pants?
He went into the corridor.
Intrigued, Debby followed.
She opened the door a crack and peeked out. She saw Bill move across the hall and stop at the door to Rebecca Starr's apartment. He rang the bell. His hard on was on display. Debby watched, wide eyed. Was her father fucking around with that sexy redhead? Debby was excited by the thought. She hoped so, too. She hated to think that her daddy was not getting any pussy, that his huge prick was going to waste. And it would serve her mother right, as well.
Rebecca opened the door.
Debby saw the way she smiled at Bill. It was evident that she had expected him and was pleased to see him. She held the door open and Bill went into the apartment.
On a sudden impulse, Debby stepped across the corridor and put her ear to the door. She was hoping that they might say something before they were out of earshot – something revealing.
She heard Rebecca moan.
"Oooooh," Debby mouthed, echoing the sound she heard.
She heard Rebecca say, "Darling…"
Thrilled, Debby pressed closer to the door. Her eyes widened and through those wide eyes, she noticed the keyhole!
She shot a quick glance both ways down the hall, then sank to her knees and placed her eye to the keyhole. She gasped. She could see exactly what was happening just inside the door and the sight thrilled her to the very core.
Rebecca was leaning over a table and Bill was standing behind her, pouring the prick to her cunt with gusto. Debby could see her father's big, bloated balls swing in and out as he thrust. She could see his cock, too, appearing and then vanishing up the redhead's drenched hole. It was huge! The great, surging pole spread Rebecca's pussy wide and dragged her cuntlips inwards as he plowed home, then pulled them almost inside out as he withdrew. Debby stared at that wonderful hunk of meat in awe. She envied Rebecca. Her daddy's prick made Tommy's average-sized dong look like a toothpick. Oh, how Debby wished that she could get that gigantic cock in her hand – at least her hand. But it was up Rebecca's twat and Rebecca was loving it. Her juicy ass flew wildly about as she ground against Bill's belly, on his cock. She was moaning and panting and gurgling with joy. Bill was grunting as he pounded fiercely into her steaming gash. Debby could hear the sound of that coupling as well. She heard her father's cock hiss as it ran up the chute and heard Rebecca's pussy squish juicily and suck slurpingly on his meat.
Debby slipped her hand down the front of her shorts and began to massage her pussy, forgetting where she was, that she was right there in the corridor, visible to anyone who night come out from one of the apartments at any time.
She rubbed her clit and her cunt lips and pushed two fingers in and out of her foaming hole. Her own cunt began to squish and suck as much as Rebecca's cunt only it were filled with the same wonderful load! She began rubbing her crotch with both hands and squirming as she worked her pussy around on those hands.
Debby creamed.
Frothy cuntjuice poured into her palms and ran down her fingers. Quick silvery ribbons of the stuff tricked out from the legs of her shorts and ran down her slim thighs. The crotch of her denim shorts darkened with the fluid.
Debbie didn't even pause.
She was so hot that a solitary orgasm was not enough. She kept right on rubbing and fingering.
Then Bill blew his wad.
Debby gasped as she saw cum and cunt juice gush out of Rebecca's pussy, pumped out by Bill's huge plunger. She kept playing with her own quim. Bill staggered away, his cock swaying and, after a moment, Rebecca moved to him and took it in her mouth. Debby watched her lips peel back around the big mouthful as she slurped the mingled juices of love off of Bill's mighty pecker.
It made Debby drool.
But then Bill and Rebecca moved away, toward the bedroom.
Debby sighed. She wished that she could see what they did in bed. She even tried the door, thinking that she might tiptoe down the hall and peek in, but the door was locked.
Debby decided to go back to her own room and give her pussy a long and lovely handjob.
While thinking of her daddy's cock.