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Wherein I discover I have some unwelcome visitors given to me by Debby and we split. But Debby gives me a final blowjob complete with a cum-draining prostate massage.
It was about three or four days after Debby's magnificent blowjob that the reason for a minor annoyance became apparent. For a couple of weeks I'd been regularly scratching my groin area because of a persistent tickling and sometimes a little pinprick of pain. One day after a shower I noticed something moving in my pubic hair and on closer investigation discovered that I had 'crabs'.
It's a joke when someone else has crabs but believe me, if you have them it becomes very personal... and not at all funny. My first thought was, 'how do I get rid of them?'
I was embarrassed but I went to the clinic and got advice. That night I did all the recommended things (fine comb and special shampoo and laundry) and then I waited two days before concluding that my removal campaign was successful.
The source of my infestation was certainly Debby. I was thankful that I hadn't been close enough (hair-wise) to Janey to have given them to her. But slowly I developed anger towards Debby. The thought that she could have given me crabs reduced her appeal to zero, not because she'd screwed others but because she'd screwed some lowlife who had crabs.
In the course of eliminating my unwelcome visitors I had collected a few specimens. They were of course dead but with a magnifying glass their almost frightening shape could be seen. I took my little sample envelope and a magnifying glass to the convenience store to confront Debby.
Debby was clearly flustered when I showed up shortly before closing time. "Oh Joe! It's Wednesday. I didn't expect you. Uncle Frank is here to take me home."
"That's OK Debby," I said and looked in the direction of her gaze to see an older man standing by the magazine rack. "I just wanted to share this with you," and I put the little plastic envelope containing the dead crabs on the counter. "Here Debby," I added as I passed her the magnifying glass, "See the little visitors you gave me."
"Noooo," the girl's low pitched wail sounded in my ears. "Ohhh nooo." Her big eyes filled with tears and she slumped down on the little stool behind the counter. "I... hanh... I... didn't... it's not my fault."
"I don't know what you mean by that Debby but I couldn't have got crabs from anyone else. I just hope I didn't get any other mementos from you like the clap or syphilis."
The girl broke down completely and sobbed bitterly, her head down, her shoulders shaking and her obvious distress touched me but not enough to cause me to relent. We were through, even as a casual roll in the hay.
"Noooo Joe... hanh... oohhh noooo... let me hanh explain... let me hanh make it up to you," she blubbered as I turned toward the door.
"Sorry Debby. It was fun and I liked you a lot but..." and I started to walk away.
"Whannhh... you bastard," Debby bawled and when I looked back I saw that she was directing her venom at the man by the magazine rack. "You spoiled everything. You're an evil, old man."
I didn't hang around but it sounded to me as if Uncle Frank may have been an earlier source of the crabs. Was he really her uncle? It didn't matter. I walked out the door.
That Saturday night I took Janey back to residence at the usual time. It had been an unsatisfying evening because it was 'her time of month' so eating her was not an option nor would she even let me finger her although, messy though it might be, I was willing. And since I couldn't do her I didn't want what would be merely a mechanical hand job from her. And I wasn't about to go after another dose of crabs.
The guy I shared my dormitory room with had gone home for the weekend so I figured I'd have the chance for quiet masturbation. Who would be my imaginary partner? Things were quiet and dark when I opened the door so I just locked it, stripped off my clothes and stretched naked out on top of the bed.
It had been seven days since my crab-carrying ex-fuckmate had so skillfully sucked me dry and Janey had not given me a handjob since then so after this night's unsatisfying necking session with her I had achingly swollen balls. I lay back and stroked my already upstanding tool and imagined that I was about to fuck Eileen.
I don't know why I'd chosen the cute, very fat freshman as my fantasy partner but maybe it was because she was an opposite of Debby... probably still had her cherry and she'd need convincing like Janey only she was younger and more innocent and therefore easier to convince. I imagined that my hand was hers and that she was shyly giving me a handjob.
"Joe? Will you let me do that?"
To say I was startled by the soft voice is an understatement. To hear a girl's voice as you're beginning to do an unmanly thing is not only startling but also it has a major cooling effect on ones ardour. Like saltpeter.
"Whah? My God! Debby?" My hand fell away from my erect but rapidly wilting penis as I became aware of my company and in the dim light from the streetlight outside the window recognized Debby.
"I'm sorry Joe but I just had to talk to you," she said as she sat on the edge of my bed and her warm hand gripped my tool. "I know it's over between us but I couldn't let it end like it was. Will you listen to me?"
"Uh... yeah... sure," I stammered as desire surged through my loins. Hell. So what if I got crabs again. But I'd get a safe from the dresser. If I didn't have the clap yet I still wanted to avoid it.
"I really do like you Joe... love you. You're a very special guy," she said as her hand slowly stroked my re-erected organ. "You treated me like a lady and you made me feel good about myself."
"OK Debby... I liked you a lot but..."
"I know. I understand. But I want you to know why... how. Can I tell you?"
I reached out to heft one of her heavy breasts that jiggled unbrassiered under her blouse. "Go ahead Debby... but you're right. It's over." I felt a bit guilty because really it had never been truly on other than the sex part.
"It was Uncle Frank. I caught them from him. He's not a nice guy... totally opposite from you. I was big as a girl... you know," and she put a hand on my tit-covering hand. "These got big before I was twelve. Is it OK if I tell you what he did?"
I guessed then what she was going to tell me and if I hadn't been turned on already it would have completed the job. "Sure Debby," and my other hand reached for her waist.
"He used to play with me... just fun stuff... but when I got big it changed. At first he just sort of... you know... touched me... like I'm touching you," and as she said that she squeezed my cock. "It made me feel good... I liked it. And he showed me how to make him feel good. First like this," and she stroked my prick, "and then like this," and suddenly her hot, moist mouth engulfed the head of my cock.
"My God, Debby, that's awful," I gasped as I pushed her head down.
"Mmmph... you don't mean that Joe. I don't think you'd have been any different than him." And she raised her head to look at me. "It wasn't all his fault. I liked it and when after a year or so he finally went all the way... fucked me... I wanted it to happen."
I pulled her down on top of me and began stripping off her clothes.
"Do you still want to fuck me, Joe? Even after what happened?"
"Yes Debby but... it's not... like..." and as I peeled off her panties so that she was completely naked I added, "it's just for fun."
Debby, now completely naked, rose up and straddled my hips. "Oh God Joe. You're so big. I love your cock," and she inserted it between her hot, slippery labia and lowered her hips. "Oh yes darling Joe. Fuck me."
I was intensely excited but also apprehensive. My mental calendar said that she was not at the peak conception period but too close for comfort. As I savoured the hot, snug caress of her juicy cunt I fought further excitement. Knocking her up was even less of an option than it was two weeks ago.
"Yunh... yunh... yunh," she panted as her tempo increased and she rode me to orgasm. I felt the soft contractions of her vagina on my prick but with Herculean effort I did not go off. Not much anyway. I suspect that I did leak a bit of sperm into her spasming receptacle and my urgency lessened.
"You didn't cum, did you," Debby sighed as she slumped down atop me and her breathing returned to normal.
"No Debby, but that's OK. I wasn't wearing anything."
"Yeah... scared I'm trying to trap you, eh?" and she slowly dismounted from my still rigidly erect too. "I understand... but I want to give you something to remember me by." And then her hot, moist mouth engulfed my throbbing tool.
Debby licked and sucked our combined juices from my cock. I thrilled to the sensations as she bathed the head with her tongue. She allowed all but the head to slip from her mouth before lowering her lips down the shaft. Wrapping a hand around the base of my cock shaft she jerked me off as she sucked on the cock head. She slid her free hand between her thighs, coating them in her juices and then slipped them between my spread legs; gently she probed at the opening of my anus. My God. What was she doing? I didn't know but it felt good. I felt a surge of sensation as she pushed a cum slick finger into the puckered rosebud of my ass and I cried out.
Debby fucked her finger into my ass as she sucked my cock with consummate skill. I began to fuck up into her mouth, my cock sliding into her throat and each time I pushed all the way in she swallowed two or three time sending hot thrills through my groin.
Urged on by her finger in my ass I rammed into her mouth... her throat and she swallowed hard, several times. Each movement of her throat muscles tugged on the length of my cock and extended the sensation. Finally, she pulled back and let my cock slip out of her mouth. She looked down and reached out to fill her mouth again. Every now and then, she'd run her tongue under my turgid erectile flesh, sending an electric pulse shooting through me. I could feel each jolt start somewhere around my toes and in those bursts of electrical warmth I wondered how long I could last without cumming.
I was becoming accustomed to her finger in my ass and as my muscles relaxed I felt the stretch as she pushed a second finger in. I grabbed her head and mashed her face against my groin, my cockhead enclosed and massaged by her throat as she swallowed. And then her finger pushed deep and touched my prostate.
"Gannhh!! Gawwwddd !!!" I cried out in ecstasy. I felt like a cum grenade had exploded in my nutsack and was spraying liquid shrapnel out through my cock. The orgasm was so intense that my back arched and I released my grip on Debby's head.
"Haannhhh," the girl gasped as she dragged in a lungful of air. I must have almost smothered when I forced her to stay down on my cock. But then she was down on me again, her throat enclosing my cockhead, milking it with hot swallows while her finger massaged my prostate, milking it of every drop of my sperm.
I was drained. Completely and totally emptied of semen, sperm and lust but the girl's wet mouth continued to nurse my wilting tool. Finally she sensed that I was truly done and she rose up to lie atop me.
"Please tell me you don't hate me, Joe? Please?"
"Of course I don't hate you Debby. But it was a terrible shock... and disappointment."
"I'm going away Joe. I should have gone long ago but I was afraid if I went away he'd just carry on with my kid sister. But he did that anyway. She doesn't believe me when I tell her that he's evil so I guess she has to learn for herself."