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Doing Debbie
by Kathy S. (kathyseroticstories@yahoo.co.uk)
***
Debbie a naive fifteen year old girl, who upon leaving
school finds work in a department store. But because of
her innocence, her department manager takes advantage
of her. Susan, her friend, takes her out one evening
and Debbie loses her virginity during a gangbang. As a
result Debbie is made aware of the pleasures of sex,
and becomes hooked. (M+/f-teen, nc, 1st, orgy, gb)
***
This is the true story of Debbie; the setting of the
story is 1957 in Birmingham, England, during those wild
days of rock and roll. Debbie was a shy girl of
fifteen, she had recently left school and taken a job
in Lewis's department store, working in the women's
lingerie department which was situated next to the
music section.
Debbie longed to be moved to this section; she had a
fascination for rock and roll and often fantasized
about the performers; she was always going missing from
her post, Mr. Ripley, the balding, pot bellied fifty
something year old floor manager, always knew where to
find her; hanging round the music section tapping her
feet to the beat.
Debbie was the daughter of very strict parents; her
father was a Minister of the Church, while her mother
taught at Sunday school. Debbie had just a few friends,
none of them particularly close; she had no boy
friends, but often wished she had whenever she saw
friends with boys. The same as today, youngsters in the
1950s went around in groups, or gangs as they were
often called; Debbie was always on the fringe of her
particular group of friends, and so boys found her
shyness a bit off putting.
Being fairly tall, "Around 5ft 9in," slim and with long
wavy blond hair she looked statuesque, although not
exactly beautiful, she was an extremely pretty girl
with sky blue eyes and perfectly shaped full lips. Her
breasts were smallish and firm, tipped with pretty
little pink nipples that would grow hard as she
listened to her music. Mr. Ripley would often stare as
her tits pressed against her thin nylon blouse, even
with her bra the nipples still made little points under
the blouse.
Debbie was a very naïve girl and knew absolutely
nothing about sex; although the subject was touched
upon in school lessons, it still remained taboo.
Debbie's parents would have found it an impossible
subject to speak about with her; most youngsters in
those days learned about sex from older brothers and
sisters, or from trial and error during furtive groping
in the back seats of the cinema.
Debbie's introduction to sex came rapidly over the
course of a week or so. One afternoon Mr. Ripley went
looking for her, he knew exactly where she would be,
the music section, Debbie was in one of the booths
listening to an Elvis song through the earphones, Mr.
Ripley opened the door behind her and sliding his arm
around her back he brought his hand up to her right
tit.
She was so engrossed in the music that she didn't even
feel it until he began to squeeze and massage the tit;
startled; she turned to him her face reddening with
embarrassment, "I-I'm sorry sir, I-I wont do it again!"
Debbie actually apologized to him, although she knew he
was feeling her tit; she thought that being away from
her work station was more important.
Ripley told her to accompany him to his office; she was
terrified she would be sacked; what would her parents
say if she lost her job; she knew they would be really
angry with her. Once they were out of the public view
of the store Ripley slipped his arm around Debbie again
as they walked down the long corridor to his office;
once again his hand was squeezing and rubbing her tit;
all Debbie said was, "Please don't give me the sack
sir!"
Once inside the office Ripley locked the door, "Now;
what are we going to do with you young lady?" He saw
the fearful look in her eyes, "I'm sorry sir; please
don't sack me; I wont leave my post again, I promise!"
With his hand still cupping her tit, he looked at her
thoughtfully, "How many more promises are you going to
make; then break?" She began to sob. Ripley pulled her
to him, his arms around her holding her tightly to him;
her small breasts squashed against his chest; something
hard was pressing into her lower tummy.
Ripley was kissing the top of her head; her face; his
lips brushed against hers, then lingered longer in a
full blown kiss. Debbie felt fear; apprehension; this
was her first ever kiss.
Ripley had moved away from her now and was sitting on
the edge of his desk; she could hear him speaking to
her but had no idea what he was saying; she caught a
few of his words, "Sack you; do me a favour; music
section!" The words were unmeaning full to her as they
seemed to be jumbled up, "Debbie; Debbie come here to
me?" She took the couple of steps and stood before him;
her eyes were blank; unseeing. He took her hand and
wrapped it around something very hot, and very hard;
keeping hold of her hand, he gently began to slide it
back and forth along the length of his dick.
"You do it; do it Debbie; rub my cock?" Looking down
she was mesmerized; to see Ripley's big thick penis in
her hand. She noticed the pre-cum oozing from the tip,
making her hand slide easily along the big cock,
"Harder; d...o it harder; faster; m-make it come for
me!" She watched amazed as thick streams of whitish
slime spurted from the end of the prick, large gobs of
it landing on her blouse and arm, "Aaagh... o... eee;
pull it faster; get all the spunk out!"
Debbie was still pulling on Ripley's cock after it had
gone soft; she couldn't stop herself, and her eyes were
glued to it as it began to shrink, "Stop Debbie; that's
enough; your making my dick sore!" She removed her hand
and rubbed her fingers together; marvelling at the
stickiness of the slimy goo covering them. She looked
up at Mr. Ripley when she heard his voice, "Here take
this; clean yourself up; wipe that mess off your
blouse!"
Taking the handkerchief he was offering, she dabbed at
the sperm on her clothes and arm, "Don't you tell
anyone about this Debbie; it's our little secret; if
anyone finds out I will have to sack you!" She looked
at him; he saw the fear in her eyes. Triumphantly, he
said, "If you do little favours for me sometimes you
can keep your job; I might even let you work in the
record department!"
Leaving the office, Debbie made her way to the washroom
to clean up. Her mind was racing, "What did I just do;
did I really play with Mr. Ripley's thing?" she asked
herself. "At least he hasn't sacked me; he even said he
might let me work in the music department, and all he
wants is his dick wanked sometimes!"
"Debbie actually told me that after mulling it around
in her head, she thought she had enjoyed her first ever
sexual experience!"
Susan, one of Debbie's friends from school, and who
also worked at Lewis's was talking to her in the staff
canteen at lunchtime a couple of days later! "And then
he put his hand up my skirt and inside the leg of my
draws, he stuck his finger inside my fanny and pushed
it in and out!" Susan was a bit smaller than Debbie,
with hazel eyes and long straight auburn hair she was
quite a looker. Susan's breasts were much larger than
Debbie's and her bottom was plump but firm; she had
what is commonly known as an hour glass figure.
Susan was describing the events what happened the night
before, when she had spent time at her sixteen year old
boyfriend's house while his parents were at the cinema.
"He got his cock out and asked me to rub it and suck
it; it was as hard as iron!"
Debbie listened intently, "Did you; you know; I mean
did you suck it for him?" Laughingly Susan replied, "No
way; last time I did it he came in my mouth; it was
horrible and tasted awful; it took ages to get the
salty taste out of my mouth!" Debbie sat listening to
Susan's graphic description, wandering what it would be
like for her if she ever sucked a man's cock. "What if
Mr. Ripley asked her to suck his?" She shivered at the
thought; he was an old man, much older than her father.
"I hope he doesn't ask me!"
"Ask you what; what are you on about?" Susan was
looking at her strangely, "Oh nothing; nothing at all;
I was just thinking out loud!" Her face flushed, Debbie
changed the subject, "Go on, tell me what he did to you
next; did he want to do it to you?"
Susan forgot about Debbie's comment, she quickly
continued with the story of the previous night's
shenanigans with her boyfriend, "I played with it for a
while and he took my knickers off; I was lying on the
settee and he got on top of me; he was trying to push
it in me but couldn't find my hole; he told me to do it
for him. I held his prick at the opening to my vagina
and he pushed it right inside!" Debbie had been
listening with bated breath, "Did it hurt; oh god it
must have been really painful?" her friend laughed, and
bragged, "It didn't hurt at all; it only hurts the
first time and I've been shagged by seven boys now, so
I'm used to it!"
Debbie had been listening to Susan's story of her
goings on intently, now she had this funny feeling
between her legs; her whole body felt itchy and
irritable; she realised that her vagina was soaking
wet. She heard Susan's voice again, "He tried to cum
inside me, but I shoved him off; he shot his load all
over the seat of his mom's settee; it made an awful big
stain and we had to turn the cushions over!" Debbie
felt her excitement rising, making an excuse she went
off to the washroom.
The following day, Mr. Ripley came up behind Debbie who
was sorting lingerie behind the counter, the first she
knew was his hand on her arse; rubbing and squeezing
her bum cheeks. He pushed her up against the counter
and slipped his hand up her skirt; forcing her legs
apart with his knee, he put his hand underneath her so
he could feel her pussy through her knickers.
"Stop it, don't do that; someone might see you!" She
could feel his stiff dick pressing against her bum. His
fingers moved inside the leg of her draws and on to her
bare fanny.
Although she was fifteen and looked to be all woman,
Debbie had very little pubic hair, just a few straggly
wisps. The fingers were probing her crack; forcing
their way between the lips of her cunt; trying to enter
her secret place. She gave a little squeal and managed
to pull herself away from him, turning she saw he was
smiling at her, he put his hand to his nose and sniffed
before putting his fingers in his mouth and sucking on
them. During the ordeal Debbie had felt a mixture of
excitement and fear all at the same time.
On the Friday morning, Debbie's parents reminded her
they were going to a seminar. She had completely
forgotten about it, but then remembered they had
mentioned it two or three weeks earlier. "Do you want
to stay with your Auntie Hilda for a couple of nights
while we are away?" Her mother asked.
Debbie jumped; she had been day dreaming of the things
she would do while she was home alone; away from the
watchful eyes of her parents, "Uh, oh, no n-o I'll be
ok; I'll ask Susan to stay with me! I'm not too sure of
that young lady; she seems a bit flighty to me; not the
sort of girl you should get too friendly with!"
Debbie thought to herself, "My god daddy; if you only
knew what I know!" But spoke out loud, "Oh daddy,
Susan's ok; there's no harm in her!"
As Debbie was leaving for work her mother called after
her, "We will be home first thing on Sunday morning, if
you need to get in touch the hotel phone number is in
daddy's diary on the dresser, I have asked Auntie Hilda
to look in on you, By Darling!" Debbie didn't like the
idea of her auntie coming to see her, but thought;
"Well at least she's not as straight laced as mom and
dad!"
During lunch break, Debbie and Susan chatted about what
to do over the weekend; Susan suggested they went to a
coffee bar she knew off, adding, "We might even get
chatted up by some dishy boys." Debbie spent the rest
of the day daydreaming about boys, not having a
boyfriend she could only imagine the sort of things
that might happen to her, along with all of Susan's
graphic descriptions of herself and her boyfriend's
activities.
Debbie had been aware of her own sexuality for a couple
of years now; she had discovered the joys of
masturbation and often indulged herself at night in her
bedroom. Today however was different; her daydreaming
had gotten her exited, she left her post and made her
way to the toilets where she entered a cubicle; there
she quickly pulled down her knickers and sat on the
toilet seat, leaning back against the wall and her legs
outstretched. Debbie's left hand was massaging her
pussy, while she rolled her nipples between the thumb
and fingers of her right hand.
"Oh god...oh sweet Jesus!" she moaned softly to herself
as her middle finger brushed across her clitoris.
Tweaking her rock hard nipples alternately with one
hand, as the fingers of other slid in and out of her
sopping wet vagina; pushing against her hymen and
causing a numb sort of pain inside her; Debbie wished
she wasn't a virgin. "Ah...aaaah; ohhh my god!" She
wailed as the orgasm hit her.
"Are you alright in there; is anything wrong; shall I
get someone for you?" Debbie hadn't heard the other
woman enter the toilet; she panicked, "No... no-o, I'm
ok, nothing's wrong I'll be out in a minuet!"
"If you're sure!" she heard the woman leave the toilet.
Quickly Debbie pulled up her knickers and flushed the
toilet; as she washed her hands and face she could
smell the aroma of her cunt; her fingers had been
sticky from her own juices; she washed them again and
again; in case someone else might smell them. As she
made her way back to her own workplace she noticed the
other staff looking at her; some frowning; but some
smiling; knowingly, like they knew what she had been up
too.
As Debbie was clocking off work that evening Mr. Ripley
asked her into his office, "I'll wait for you outside
said Susan!" who knew why he wanted Debbie; it was all
round the shop that Mrs. Slocomb had caught Debbie
wanking in the toilet. As Debbie entered his office Mr.
Ripley locked the door behind her.
What have you been up to he demanded to know; pushing
her against his desk, "Mrs. Slocomb says you were
playing with yourself in the toilet?" He had her blouse
open and her bra pulled up exposing her lovely breasts;
holding her with his right hand as the left caressed
her tits; making the nipples jump to attention; his
mouth covered each nipple in turn, sucking hard; she
thought he was trying to milk her.
Fumbling with his trousers he pulled out his stiff
cock; without being told Debbie took it in her hand and
began to pull it gently, marvelling at the heat and
hardness of it. Due to his pre-cum her hand became
sticky and slimy as it moved faster along the length of
Ripley's prick; it didn't take long, "Oh jeeeeesus,
aaaagh Debbie I... love y-you!" Again Debbie took the
full force of Ripley's ejaculation; spunk spattered her
arm and blouse but most was left clinging to her navy
blue skirt.
Embarrassed Mr. Ripley gave Debbie his handkerchief,
"Clean it off quickly; my wife is coming to meet me;
she mustn't catch you in here with me!" Quickly, he
tucked his cock back into his trousers; then began
doing up the buttons of her blouse as she mopped up his
spunk; he had pulled her bra back into place but only
one tit was covered; the still erect nipple of the
other, was left protruding through the gap in her
blouse where the buttons had been placed into the wrong
holes.
"Hurry Debbie, you'll have to go, she'll be here any
minuet!" pushing her towards the door he said, "I'll
speak to you tomorrow." Debbie tried to protest, but
burst out laughing and walked off. She met Mrs. Ripley,
a tarty looking woman, with high bouffant style dyed
blond hair and miles too much make up in the shop
foyer; Mrs. Ripley stopped and stared at Debbie; whose
clothes were still dishevelled, her tit was still
poking out of her blouse and sperm stains were still
clearly visible on her skirt.
"What happened; what did the old lecher say?" Susan
stopped abruptly; staring at Debbie's clothes, "Did he
shag you; have you let that old bastard fuck you?"
Laughing Debbie explained as she replaced her bra and
properly re-buttoned her blouse, "I just gave him a
wank; that's all; he sucked my tits, but when he came
it shot all over me, then he remembered his wife was
coming to meet him. He was rushing me to clean up and
he did up my blouse wrong, I couldn't wipe all his shit
off my skirt so it left this big stain; I think his
wife saw it!"
They both laughed, "Serves the dirty old sod right!"
said Susan. "Did he say anything about you wanking in
the toilet? That old bag Mrs. Slocomb told everyone she
caught you rubbing your pussy!" More laughter; "He
never said a thing; but when he did his trousers up
there was spunk all round his flies; his wife is bound
to see it!" Laughing and giggling they made their way
to Debbie's house.
At 7pm that evening the two girls made their way into
town; heading for a milk bar café called the Fireball.
The fireball was designed on an American theme; with
booths that seated six to eight people around three
sides and a long narrow table; there was subdued
lighting; in fact the whole place was almost in
darkness, apart from the odd strategically placed red
light bulb that caused the café's decoration, of red,
orange and yellow flames to dance around the walls as
if the whole place was ablaze.
Half way along the one side of the café there was a
huge Wurlitzer juke box with several people standing
around it, or dancing to whatever records people were
playing. At the far end was a counter where patrons
could order their various flavoured milk shakes, coffee
or tea; there was no food whatsoever sold on the
premises; however; it was not unknown for young men to
buy spirits which were added to whatever they were
drinking.
The two girls entered the café; for Debbie it was her
first visit and as she heard the loud beat of the
music, she shook with excitement. As their eyes became
accustomed to the dim light, they made their way to the
juke box; during a break between records, Debbie asked
Susan what she wanted to drink; Susan laughed and said,
"Wait a bit; some of the boys will chat us up then they
can buy us something!"
After a few minuets two boy's! Or I should say men;
they were easily in their early twenty's, approached
them and asked them to join them in a booth. There were
four men already in the booth; two on each side; it
just happened that the two girls were forced to sit on
opposite sides to each other; one of the men asked what
they wanted to drink, then went to get them; returning
with a banana shake for Susan and a coffee shake for
Debbie.
Immediately Susan tasted her shake she knew there was
something in it; she looked at the man who bought it
for her and smiled knowingly. Debbie however just
thought that the coffee was a bit strong, but she liked
it. After an hour or so of shouted conversation; which
no one could hardly hear, and another couple of
doctored drinks the men began to hit on the girls.
Debbie tried to push several wandering hands off her
tits and thighs; saying, "Don't! Stop! Keep your hands
off me! Oooomf!"
A mouth was clamped to hers and a tongue forced its way
into her mouth; she could feel hands on her bare
breasts; between her legs; her knickers were pulled to
one side and a finger slid inside her wet pussy. Debbie
hadn't realized how wet she had became until then; she
was afraid; but also excited at the same time. Looking
at Susan in the dim light; she realized that her friend
was enjoying the men's attention; she also saw that
Susan had a cock in each hand. Debbie began to relax
and go with the flow of things.
Susan suggested they all went to Debbie's house as her
parents were away; despite Debbie's objections they
left the café! But not before a couple of the men went
up and bought a bottle of whisky. During the bus
journey Debbie was feeling quite tipsy from the drink
laced coffee; sitting between two of the men she could
feel their hands all over her; one man was kissing her
and had his tongue half way down her throat; a hand was
up her skirt and fingers were roughly trying to push
their way into her fanny.
Throughout all this attention, Debbie had been getting
more and more aroused and excited; suddenly she began
to buck her hips as a sort of mini orgasm overtook her,
she mashed her lips against the man kissing her, like
she was trying to eat him, at the same time making
little squealing sounds of pleasure throughout her
orgasm.
Debbie had never in her short life felt like she did at
this moment; she had often masturbated and she always
enjoyed the experience; but this was something
different. Her whole body was affected; from the tips
of her toes to the very end of her long hair; it was
like she had taken a full charge of electricity.
The first that Debbie knew of being in her own home was
when she was laid on the old leather couch in the
parlour; she had no recollection of getting off the
buss, or even the short walk to her house. Now she
could feel hands on her body again; somewhere in her
mind she knew that these same hands were stripping away
her clothes, her top came off, followed by the bra
exposing her lovely tits to all these men.
Someone's mouth closed over her left nipple and began
to suck hard; she felt her nipples stiffen until she
thought they would burst. Her skirt was being dragged
down her legs, then her sopping wet knickers; now she
was naked. Several men were mauling her; Debbie felt
hands between her legs; fingering her pussy; massaging
her clit. Her body shook as another climax began to
build within her.
Debbie heard voices, "Whose going first, come on who
wants to do her first?" it was a female voice. Susan
continued, "Come on, she's a virgin; she'll be as tight
as a drum; who wants to fuck her; who wants Debbie's
cherry?!" It didn't really register with Debbie; why
was Susan, her friend, trying to get these men to fuck
her; Susan knew she was a virgin but she was trying to
entice these men to shag her and take her cherry; why.
One of the men stepped forward and pulled his stiff
cock from out of his flies; Debbie saw the big dick
waving above her and panicked, "No, n-no... don't!
Please don't do me! I-I don't want to!"
As the man climbed on Debbie everyone stepped back; she
could feel his weight crushing her; his penis was
probing; poking her thighs; her belly; he lowered
himself slightly; she felt the stiff prick push through
the outer lips of her labia. Debbie screamed out, "No,
noooo don't, stop please take it out!" She bucked her
body and writhed from side to side; trying desperately
to prohibit the man's entry. The only thing her actions
accomplished, were to line her hole up with the rock
hard cock; the man thrust forward; he was in!
"Aaaagh, oooh god! PLEASE DON'T! PLEASE STOP! Don't
dooo me!" Debbie could feel a tremendous pain as the
big hard cock pushed home, it was all the way in now;
it began to slide in and out in a kind of sawing
motion; after a while the pain subsided; it was
replaced by another strange feeling; a similar feeling
to the pleasure Debbie got when masturbating; only
different; this was more intense.
As the man rode Debbie he could feel his orgasm
building up, "I'm going to cum; oh Jesus, I'm going to
shoot my load!" Debbie was also nearing her own orgasm.
Over it all she heard Susan speaking, "Leave it in; cum
inside her; shoot your load up her hole!" the man
fucking her stammered, "No... no... she'll get
stuffed!" He tried to pull out, but Susan pressed down
on his arse; the weight of Susan, and in his own
excited state, his dick was forced right up inside
Debbie's tight hole; where it erupted spewing forth to
flood her vagina with its life giving sperm.
Debbie herself was in the throes of her own orgasm as
the man was ejaculating inside her. Despite the extra
weight of Susan pushing down on the man shagging her;
she was still able to buck her hips; her cunt muscles
were clenching the big cock as if trying to milk every
last drop of spunk from the large balls attached to it.
Her own screams had changed from anguish; to squeals of
pleasure, "Oh my god; oooh... eee... fuck me harder,
oooh... aaaah!"
As soon as the first man pulled out of Debbie another
quickly took his place; this went on for most of the
night with Susan just watching the proceedings and
occasionally encouraging the men to shoot their loads
inside Debbie. For all Susan's bragging and claims of
being Debbie's friend; she was really just a jealous
bitch who only wanted to see Debbie's life in ruins.
Susan had taken no part in the orgy that had resulted
in Debbie being fucked more than twenty times; all she
did was gobble two of the men and give three a wank to
help them get hard again; she had claimed to be having
her period so that no one would shag her.
Debbie had no idea how many orgasms she had, what she
did know though was that they had come very easy for
her; most of them so intense that she had been in
danger of blacking out. She also realised that her life
would never be the same again; the fantastic pleasure
of sex was something she would begin to crave.
Although completely worn out and with her whole body
aching, Debbie bathed and got ready for work. She and
Susan turned up ten minuets late; one of the other
girls told Debbie that Mr. Ripley wanted to see her in
his office, the look on her face told Debbie that she
was in trouble. She waited a minuet after knocking on
Ripley's office door until she heard him shout a curt,
"Come in!"
She entered and stood before his desk, "Debbie, you
were late; you know we don't allow bad time keeping
here at Lewis's?" She stood fidgeting, before he
continued, "My wife saw you leaving yesterday; she said
your clothes were dishevelled and there were stains on
your skirt; she insisted that I sack you!"
Debbie stared at Mr. Ripley; anger in her eyes; without
thinking she snapped back, "Why; did she see the spunk
all round your fly hole?" Ripley's face changed colour
to a deep purple; embarrassed he stuttered and
spluttered; trying to find words that would put him
back in control, "Did you tell the old cow that you
made me toss you off; did you tell her you sucked my
tits and stuck your fingers up my fanny?" Ripley was
shaking now, and sweating profusely.
Debbie rounded his desk; she knelt beside him and
rubbed his cock through his trousers. Mr. Ripley had
this far away look in his eyes; he felt Debbie's nimble
fingers unbuttoning his flies; pulling out his big
stiff cock, "Are you going to sack me?"
"N-no!" she stood up and removed her knickers. She
straddled Mr. Ripley and took hold of his rock hard
cock, "Do you want to do Debbie?"
"Yesssssss!" She plunged down and buried him to the
hilt in her already sore pussy.
END
I would appreciate very much; if my readers would like
to send feedback on this story. Without audience
participation of sending feedback, I have no way of
knowing if my work is what people want to read.
Thanking you in anticipation.
Kathy S.
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.
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