2 comments/ 20885 views/ 13 favorites Everybody Loves Raymond By: shaggy77 Everybody Loves Raymond: Debra Returns to the Lodge (fictional story about fictional characters) It had been a frustrating, even depressing few months for Debra Barone. Not only had she put up with the usual distractions; mainly her obnoxious, obtrusive, mother (Marie); but she had gotten herself into a financial abyss by becoming addicted to on-line gambling. To conceal her trouble from her husband,Ray, she had agreed to perform at the lodge of her father-on-law, Frank. Frank, a totally disgusting man, had not known of her appearance because it was arranged by his, completely loathsome, lodge-brother, Garvin. Frank, at the time, was boycotting the lodge because he was jealous of all the attention Garvin had been getting for saving the lodge from foreclosure. Unfortunately for Debra, the performance had gotten out of hand, and she had been sexually abused. She had virtually no recollection of the event because she had prepared for her performance by consuming a half-bottle of scotch. Luckily (if you could call it that), she had been paid a considerable sum of money for her services, and had paid off her credit cards before Ray found out. Now here she was sitting at her desk with the checkbook in front of her, back in financial hot-water. Last week she had been driving to Waldbaums to grocery shop, when; distracted by her cell phone and adjusting her hair in the mirror; she had rear-ended an SUV with their car. It had been totally her fault, and she was ticketed for "distracted driving" and "following too close." There had been no damage to the SUV, but her bumper, grill and headlights were smashed beyond repair, and the air-bag had deployed. She had immediately gone to the local body shop for an estimate, and sneaked the car home and into the garage without anyone noticing. Ray, a sportswriter for NY Newsday, had been busy covering the Giants, and as long as his car was working; he was pretty oblivious to hers. She couldn't let him find out because he was always nagging her about paying attention when driving. The repair shop had "overnighted" the parts, and repaired the car in one day; she was lucky none of the paint was damaged. But now she was in financial distress once again. After she had conspicuously adjusted her cleavage to give him a good show, the body shop technician had agreed to give her until the end of the month to pay the bill. She figured she could max-out their joint credit card to pay the bill, but then would have to pay that the next month. Of course, if Ray tried to use the card; she was in deep do-do. In addition, she would have to pay for the fines, and court fees; which would probably be considerable. She no longer had any credit cards herself; the result of her credit being destroyed by the gambling. She knew her plans were a house-of-cards that could come tumbling down around her at any minute. She needed some quick, big cash. Just as she felt like she was going to cry; the doorbell rang. When she opened it, she found the troll Garvin standing there with a big grin on his face. He exclaimed, "woo-hoo, Debra's home," and he tried to step into the living room. Debra had not spoken to him since he had tricked her into using her body at his lodge performance; and attempted to shove the door closed in his face; a huge scowl on her face. But he had anticipated her move, and placed his foot on the doorstep, preventing the door from closing. He stated, "I know you're mad at me; but you really should hear what I have to say...that is if you value your marriage." That last statement sounded ominous, so, despite her revulsion of him, Debra opened the door to admit him. His opening statement made her blood boil, " I was wondering if you would like to do another show at the lodge?" "Really," she shouted, "are you kidding me...you must be out of your mind. Get out of my house!" He didn't budge; but reached into his pocket, retrieved his cell phone, and offered her a look at the screen, "I think you should see this before you make a hasty decision." As she glanced at the image on the phone, she felt all the blood drain from her face, her heart skip a beat, and her knees weaken. It was a picture of her being double-penetrated by two strangers, on the stage at the lodge. "If that doesn't spark your memory, I have video," stated Garvin, with a smirk on his face. "And unless you agree to perform at our Christmas spectacle, everyone you know will be forwarded a copy," he promised her. She collapsed into a chair whispering, " oh my word...I don't remember that...or really anything of that night." She knew in an instant that she must agree to anything Garvin wanted. She would do anything to keep her family from finding out, and he knew it. "We are staging a magic show by the magician known as Triple-D, and you will be his assistant, Garvin informed her. "At some point of the performance you will, of course, be naked," he added, "but don't worry, you will be handsomely compensated; as long as the ticket sales go well. And don't worry about Frank; he is in another one of his moods because the magic show was my idea. We really need to raise a ton of money, because our insurance premiums have skyrocketed since hurricane Sandy." What Garvin didn't tell Debra was that Triple-D was the stage-name of a famous porn star; and the abbreviation stood for Donkey Dong Douglas. They were charging an exorbitant amount for the tickets, and (secretly) promising a live sex show. All of the lodge members drooled over Ray's sexy wife, and were inviting all their friends. She knew she had to agree, to protect her reputation; and thought to herself that a little nudity would be embarrassing, but not prohibitive. She replied to Garvin, " I have two conditions: that there be no cameras of any kind; and that after this you destroy any pictures or video you have of me." She hoped that after this humiliation; she would be free. And the fast, relatively easy, money was very intriguing. If she could just get through this one night, maybe things could return to normal. Garvin readily agreed; although he had no intention of keeping his promise. He actually produced a written contract for her to sign; acknowledging that she agreed to a nude, sexy performance with Triple-D. He explained that he didn't want her accusing the lodge of any wrong-doing after the show; that it was completely at her own discretion and approval. She glanced over the contract, and hastily signed it; eager to get the old lecher out of her house. He told her the show was the following Saturday night. She glanced at the oversized calendar on the side of the refrigerator; saw that Ray would be in Phoenix that weekend; and nodded her acceptance. "Deb, we both know how little leverage you have in this situation; so how about giving me a little preview before I leave...I would love to get a little peek at those titties," Garvin cajoled her. She would have done just about anything to get this loathsome man out of her house, so she dutifully took the hem of her shirt in both hands, and drew it completely up to her chin; dragging her bra with it. When her magnificent breasts were pulled free, they flopped down on her chest, jiggling as they settled there. Her breasts were her pride and joy (and Rays, of course). They were a full 38 D; with just a trace of a sag; and huge brown nipples the size of gumdrops. When Garvin reached out with one of his withering hands, Debra backed up, lowering her shirt, and quickly opened the front door. "OK then, until Saturday," Garvin smirked as he exited. Debra really despised that man. For the rest of the week, Debra tried not to think of the demeaning night awaiting her; and just focus on the fact she would have the money she desperately needed to pay her bills. On one of her errand-runs, she picked up a bottle of tequila; planning to brace herself that night with a thermos full of "tequila sunrise." She was famous among her friends and family for having almost zero tolerance for alcohol. A couple glasses of wine could incapacitate her; a trick Ray would try at every opportunity. She knew that alcohol had worked before; and she really had no desire to remember this humiliating experience either. On Saturday everything was running on schedule; Ray's plane took off before noon, and Marie had agreed to watch the kids while Debra had a "girls night out." She had overheard Marie tell Frank that she must really need a night out because she had been so irritable lately...she wanted to speak up and tell her that she was enough to make anyone irritable. Debra showered with her favorite strawberry scented body wash; making sure her "landing strip" was trimmed perfectly. After the twins were born, she had kept her bright red pubic hair trimmed to a thin strip just above her slit. It made her feel sexy; even as a mother of three; and, of course, it excited Ray. She dressed casually in a knee length skirt and plain white button-up blouse , knowing she would be provided with some sort of costume for the magic show. Earlier in the day she had mixed her tequila and orange juice, and stashed her jumbo thermos in the car. She kissed the kids goodnight; told Marie she might be late, and when Marie suggested that the kids could sleep at her house for the night, she accepted her offer. When she arrived at the lodge, Debra just sat in the car for about fifteen minutes; gathering courage, liquid and otherwise, for the evening ahead. The parking lot was packed, a rare sight for the lodge; and when she had finished the entire thermos, she made her way to the rear door. She hadn't eaten dinner, so the tequila would be taking effect very quickly. When she opened the outside door to the kitchen, she was greeted immediately by Garvin with his usual, "woo,hoo, Debra's here," and he ushered over to meet the magician. "Triple D" was not exactly what she had expected. He was very tall, maybe six feet five inches, and very slender, what she would call a "string bean." He removed his black magicians top hat, reached out, grasped her right hand and then bent down to kiss the top of it. He was very charming as he spoke in a very deep voice, "good evening Debra, I am Douglas, and I am overjoyed to meet you. You are even more lovely than Garvin led me to believe. I am looking forward to working with you; just follow my lead and smile. All of my tricks are pretty simple." His deep bass voice was very soothing, and Debra found herself feeling relaxed; in spite of the situation...of course, the tequila starting to kick in might have something to do with that. His blond hair was closely cropped, and his angular features were not unattractive. He was not dressed in the traditional magicians tuxedo and cape; but rather, he wore an all black jumpsuit; something you might lounge around the house in on a cold winter night. Garvin directed her toward the bathroom, telling her that her costume was waiting for her. Inside the cramped bathroom, she found an extremely sheer, black lace teddy hanging on the door. She guessed this might be a magician's assistant costume in a teenage boy's wet dream. She quickly disrobed, and donned the teddy. They had guessed quite well as to her size, and it hugged her curves like a glove. There was a snap crotch, and the spaghetti straps tied on the top of her shoulders; so removing it would be no problem. It was so sheer, that her landing strip and areola were visible if you looked closely, and was cut very high on her hips. The center had a deep V cut so far down that her belly button was exposed, along with her ample cleavage. She was sure that if she bent over too far; her massive breasts would actually tumble out. The tequila was beginning to take over, because instead of feeling embarrassed, she felt totally sexy. Instead of dreading what was to follow, she actually felt exhibitionistic. To top off the ensemble, they had provided her with a pair of black, six inch heels. Coupled with the high cut of the teddy, the heels made her shapely legs appear endlessly long. When she emerged from the bathroom, the vile Garvin again shouted ,"woo, hoo...wow Debra," as his lecherous eyes scanned her from toe to head. "I am going out to introduce you now." "Just relax and enjoy the evening," Douglas assured her, while taking her hand and leading her through the swinging doors, and onto the make-shift stage. "And now for your viewing pleasure...Triple D and Debra," she heard Garvin's voice introduce. The temporary stage lights were almost blinding, and kept Debra from seeing the faces of the audience, but she knew the place was packed from the thunderous applause, whistles and cat-calls filling the room. She was sure that she even blushed at some of the crude comments coming from the crowd when they saw her virtually naked body. The applause somehow bolstered her ego, and she thrust her chest out even farther, as she strutted across the stage to the magician's table. For the next few minutes, she just handed Douglas various props as he did some menial tricks: the old steel rings that appear solid, but are not; the endless scarves pulled from the sleeve; pulling a stuffed rabbit out of his hat; some slight-of-hand with cards and balls. She was totally relaxed from the tequila, coupled with the sound of Douglas' deep, melodic voice. She found it to be mesmerizing; almost hypnotic in nature as she mindlessly followed his directions. She never even thought of how the audience couldn't care less about these simple tricks; they were watching her huge tits wobble and shake inside the teddy, hoping they would pop out. Finally all the props on the table were gone, and she heard Triple-D announce to the audience, "and now for my next trick, I will make my lovely assistant Debra's clothes disappear!" The response from the audience was deafening. She had totally forgotten that she had agreed to be naked; and she found herself not caring, as Triple-D untied the straps on her pale shoulders. He peeled the teddy down until her magnificent breasts were fully exposed, and the crowd responded with more thunderous applause. Douglas continued to tug the black lace downward exposing her belly, and then fully revealing her landing strip and mound. He let the garment drop to the floor, picking up each shoe to remove it completely, and tossing it into the crowd. Debra, totally under the influence now; responded to the applause, and twirled on her heels, exposing her entire nude body to them. She actually took a bow, letting her tits hang down and sway. When she stood, she saw that Triple-D was unzipping his jumpsuit. He let it fall from his body, which was completely naked underneath, revealing the most enormous cock she had ever seen, or imagined. As it hung between his legs flaccid, it must have been almost a foot long. It was nearly down to his knees, and swayed like an elephant's trunk. It was like a magnet to her, and she spontaneously reached out both hands and wrapped her fingers around it. She needed to get a closer look at this marvel, as she dropped to her knees and just stared at the snake in her hands. She brought it up closer to her face , and almost unconsciously, opened her mouth. Almost like an involuntary reflex, her tongue extended and licked the large slit on the tip of his anaconda. The monster began to grow in her hands, like a sponge exposed to water. It grew hard and tried to pull her hands upward. Her tiny fingers could not encompass its increasing girth, and she knew it was fatter than a soda can. Its length had grown proportionately, and she actually had to inch backward to keep it from resting on the top of her head. (She later looked him up online, and found that it was a stated fifteen inches long). In her inebriated state, she was absolutely fascinated by the enormity of his cock, and leaning forward, tried to fit her bright red lips around the crown. Her hands wrapped firmly around the shaft, she attempted to feed it into her mouth. She was completely oblivious to the audience and her surroundings, as she concentrated on sucking his cock into her throat. She choked after admitting about five inches of his log, and shifted her attention to flicking here tongue along its head. Her lips would not stretch any farther, and her lipstick had made a bright red ring around his shaft. He withdrew from her mouth, and her lips continued to make sucking motions. He pulled her up to stand in front of him; and with the height difference, he barely had to crouch to run his pole up and down between her massive tits. She squeezed them together to cradle his cock as he made love to her breasts; poking her in the chin on the upstroke. As he shoved his sausage between her soft tits, he stroked her glistening mound; and Debra could feel her juices trickling down her thighs. He hugged Debra close to him, then urged her to the carpeted stage floor, where he directed her to kneel on all fours; in the doggy position, with her lovely firm ass facing the audience. As he kneeled behind her hee loudly announced," for my next trick, I shall make my cock disappear." Debra was conscious enough to know the tequila had taken full effect and that she was completely drunk, but she was also totally relaxed. The alcohol had erased all her inhibitions and she found herself eagerly awaiting sexual contact...no, not just eager; she was craving his cock. She fidgeted and squirmed, waiting for him to penetrate her. She shoved her ass toward him, and spread her knees on the carpet as wide as they would go; making an inviting target for him. He bounced his mammoth tool off her ass cheeks a couple times, then bent it down between her legs and slid it back and forth between her slit; coating it in her dripping juices. She braced herself with her hands flat on the floor when she felt the crown of his cock gently nudge between her slit. He reached forward and spread her moist cunt lips far apart; surrounding his head. The audience was completely silent as he pushed forward spreading her slit obscenely wide. Debra felt like she was being split apart as he eased his cock head further inside her. She grit her teeth as her pussy finally swallowed his purple crown, and she could swear she heard an audible "pop." Triple-D grasped her hips with both hands and continued to push forward, while pulling her backward onto his monstrous cock. It was a fortunate thing that the tequila had served to relax her because her cunt was being stretched to beyond its capacity. He maintained his forward pressure, sliding inch by inch farther into her cunt...stretching it as he went; until the entire fifteen inches was inside her. To Debra it felt like someone had shoved three soda cans into her pussy...and she absolutely loved it. Her cunt was stretched as far apart as it could possibly expand. He just held there for several long seconds; his balls making contact with her tummy. When he finally began to withdraw; dragging his huge log against her g-spot and clit; she screamed out, " oh my fucking God...fuck me...fuck me...jam that fucking cock into me." He withdrew the entire length, inch by agonizing inch; it seemed to take forever. He paused briefly letting the audience see how incredibly long it was; then in one swift motion, lunged forward, burying its entire massive length into Debra's belly. "Ahhhhhhhh," she groaned, as her whole body twitched and quivered. Her knees buckled, but Triple-D held her in place as he felt her cunt muscles spasm around his cock. He withdrew slowly again, and immediately jammed his tool back inside her. He was thankful she had provided more lubrication; because she was such a tight fit. He began to thrust into her violently, making long, hard strokes. He punished her pussy as he fucked her as hard as he could. Her massive tits were pendulous as they hung down and swung back and forth with every stroke. Debra felt like she had gone to heaven; her cunt was absolutely stuffed with hard cock, and it felt wonderful. She thrust her ass back to meet each stroke; making sure every inch was inside her. Everybody Loves Raymond "Fuck me...fuck me," she kept urging him; and he complied. Triple-D had a decision to make: should he withdraw and cum on her lovely back, or remain inside her and create a "creampie." He decided on the latter; grasped her firmly against him, and began to shoot his cum deep up inside her belly. She felt the inside of her cunt grow hot, and his cock expand even farther, as his stream flooded her pussy. He seemed to cum forever, pumping her cunt full, and the spasm of his gigantic cock inside her caused Debra to join him in orgasm. They ground their crotches together, as their bodies quivered and shook. As he slowly withdrew the obscene length of his cock, the audience applauded and whistled. He assisted the weakened Debra into laying on her back. He positioned her legs far apart; raising her knees until her feet were close to her ass , and flat on the floor. In that arrangement, the audience could clearly see between her legs, and watch his cum drool down her ass crack. Her pussy was completely stretched; and was now a wide open hole, rather that a slit. Triple-D retrieved the magic-wand he had employed during his initial act, and declared, " and now my lovely assistant will make this disappear." He scooped some of their fluids from between her ass cheeks,and coated the length of the wand with the slippery liquid. He then urged her legs even farther apart, and placed the tip of the black wand at the entrance to her rectum. And without further pause, he began to slide the slender stick up into Debra's ass. She had been just laying on her back relaxing, when she felt the wand begin its invasion of her rear hole. She was not used to anything traveling in that direction and immediately raised her head to see what was happening. As she glanced down between her legs and saw him inserting the object into her ass, she realized that it was indeed a pleasant sensation. The wand disappeared deeper into her ass hole and Debra reached down with her right hand and stroked her engorged clit. She felt a little dazed, but was completely aware of how aroused she still was. She felt her pussy, and comprehended that it was still stretched wide open. Debra began to insert an increasing number of fingers inside herself, as Triple-D fucked her ass hole with the wand. Noticing that her wide-stretched cunt was not putting up any resistance, and was providing ample lubrication; Debra suddenly, and unexpectedly, shoved her whole fist up inside her pussy. "Ohhhh, shit," she moaned, as she began to furiously fist fuck herself. This was an unexpected bonus for the audience; and they were almost speechless as they watched this beautiful housewife fisting herself, while a wand was fucking her ass. Triple-D left the wand inserted deeply in her ass hole; kneeled beside her body; and began to masturbate his still erect pole. Debra forcefully stuffed her fist up inside her pussy, while he steadily stroked his cock next to her face. Abruptly, his massive meat began to erupt on to Debra's face and chest. The quantity was copious and completely drenched her chin and heaving breasts. She tried desperately to lick every drop her tongue could reach, as it drooled down her huge tits. Her hand was drilling her pussy in a frenzy, and Triple-D bent down and pinched her clit harshly, as he jerked the stick from her ass hole. Debra, once again exploded, and her body convulsed as her cum streamed out of her hole. The crowd offered their thunderous encouragement and gave the duo a standing ovation. Debra virtually collapsed on to the carpet, and lay there still oblivious to her surroundings. Triple-D helped her to her feet, and supported her as they walked back to the kitchen. Garvin joined them and volunteered to help Debra dress. Debra had told him that no one would be home that night, so the plan was for him to drive her home in her car, and then have a lodge brother pick him up. He cleverly assisted her to dress; slyly omitting her underwear. She was still completely inebriated as Garvin led her to her car. While helping her into the passenger seat, he unbuttoned her blouse and let her tits hang out. He then arranged her skirt so that it was bunched up around her waist, completely exposing her pussy to him on the ride to the Barone residence. The entire ride home he was glancing at her impressive tits and kept the fingers of his right hand buried inside her cunt. He pulled completely into the Barone driveway because he didn't want busy-body Marie to know they were home yet. He knew the kitchen door was never locked, so he virtually carried the still drunk Debra into the kitchen and helped her to lean against the kitchen table. "Now, you bitch, I'll teach you to treat lodge members like you're superior to them," he tersely remarked as he bent her backward over the tables edge, so that she was laying on her back. He hastily dropped his pants to the floor, freeing his hard, yet wrinkled cock. He hoisted Debra's skirt around her waist; kicked her feet far apart; and prepared to drive his vein-covered prick into her cunt. Her tits were still hanging out of her blouse; and coupled with her legs being wide apart; he thought she looked like a wanton whore. He fished his cell phone out of his shirt pocket, and while taking pictures with one hand, he poised his cock at her entrance with the other. Her beautiful pussy had still not recovered from the brutal fucking by Triple-D, and was still partially open, when Garvin lunged forward, burying his entire cock inside her. He began to fuck her as hard as he could, when she dreamily, and drunkenly inquired, "well, when are you going to put it in...hurry up and fuck me." Her pussy was so stretched out from Triple-D's gigantic cock, that she could barely feel Garvin's old meat. This, of course, enraged Garvin, who quickly pulled his cock out of her; flipped her over so that she was face down on the table; and shouted, "see if you can feel this, bitch." Without any preliminaries, he started to shove his cock into her ass hole. Her ass provided more resistance than her pussy, but since it had already been violated that night, he had no problem going balls-deep. "Mmmmm, that's more like it," Debra moaned, as she reached down between her legs and fingered her pussy. Even though he thought she was a bitch; Debra was still the most beautiful housewife Garvin knew, and he often fantasized about her body. It took him no time at all to begin pumping her ass full of his sperm. When he was done, he flipped her compliant body over onto her back and slid her up so that she was fully laying on the kitchen table. He slid her skirt down her legs and onto the floor, and spread her legs wide. He completely unbuttoned her blouse and spread it open, revealing her tits in all their glory; then began to snap pictures from every angle. He searched their refrigerator, found a large cucumber, and inserted it into Debra's pussy; all the while photographing her. He replaced the cucumber with the neck of a wine bottle; and Debra spontaneously reached down and began fucking herself with it. What a picture Garvin had: an absolutely gorgeous Debra, fucking herself with a wine bottle, while his cum drooled out of her ass hole. He knew his ride must be waiting outside, so he snatched the wine bottle from her hands; assisted her to walk to the sofa; and covered her with a blanket. He threw her skirt over the sofa arm; and left through the kitchen door...actually locking it when he left. Garvin knew these new pictures would virtually guarantee that the sexy Debra Barone would be doing an encore performance at the lodge. * (Thanks to everyone for the comments and story suggestions. Please keep them coming.) Everybody Loves Raymond: Amy's Ann (A fictional story about fictional characters) Debra Barone was upset with her husband Raymond; no she was pissed. He had done it to her again. He had completely ignored the plans they had made, and now she had to go by herself. The previous night had been the first wedding anniversary of his brother Robert and his bride Amy, and they had all attended a dinner in their honor at his parents' home (who just happened to live right across the street from Debra). A week before, Robert and Amy had invited Debra and Ray to a casual supper at their apartment, the Saturday after their anniversary; so that just the four of them could celebrate. They figured it would be much more relaxing and fun without Robert's parents, Frank and Marie, present. She had made a point of telling Ray well in advance so he wouldn't make other plans, but at the last minute he had accepted an assignment to cover the Mets game in Philadelphia. He swore she never told him about the invitation, but she could pinpoint the exact day and time. His response was, "did you tell me when I was watching a game? You know I have to concentrate when I'm watching." She snapped back, "when aren't you watching a game? And don't tell me they are all for work." Ray was a sports columnist for New York Newsday, and often took assignments in other cities; but he could usually refuse them or get someone else to cover for him. This time he had volunteered at the last minute, and had to go. He could be so exasperating, she thought to herself. Now she either had to cancel the dinner invite, or go to Amy's by herself. Canceling was really not an option, because Marie had already volunteered to baby sit their daughter Ally and twins Michael and Geoffrey. There was no way Debra was going to miss out on a free night away from the kids. She loved her kids dearly; but a night out was worth its weight in gold. She had originally told Marie a little white lie: that she was going to a friend's house for the evening. It wasn't really a lie...Amy was a friend; but if she had told her about the dinner invite, Marie would have been offended because she wasn't invited. Marie was great with the kids, but it was her nature to be a nosy, pushy, obtrusive, criticizing mother. Sometimes Debra wanted to strangle her. Now that Ray had canceled, Debra informed Marie that since they had to cancel their dinner plans, Amy had suggested they get together for a girls night out and a movie...she deduced that by adding the movie, Marie would gladly baby sit a little later. Her plan worked like a charm because Marie had suggested that the kids just stay the night at her house; that way Debra wouldn't wake them when she came home late. The more she had thought about it though, the less angry she was..."maybe going by myself is an even better idea," she thought. She began to formulate a plan and phoned her friend Amy to discuss it. She and Amy had been friends long before they had met any of the Barones. They had actually met in college, and one night after drinking too much wine at a sorority party, they had ended the evening kissing passionately. That aspect of their relationship had never progressed, but both had always wondered. Debra had been brought up to be very liberal, and had even gone topless once on Spring Break. Amy, on the other hand, was the daughter of very strict, conservative parents, and had been a virgin when she met Robert. Debra and Amy had remained very close friends, and shared their innermost secrets with each other. Debra had once confided in Amy that she often wondered what kind of lover Robert would be. He was a giant of a man; six foot eight inches tall, with huge hands and feet; and Debra had always wondered if any other part of his anatomy was over-sized. Amy had shyly admitted that his penis was indeed enormous. It was no secret, even to Amy, that Robert had always had a school-boy crush on his sister, Debra. Even after they were married, he would often mention Debra's name. Together, Debra and Amy decided to give Robert a very special anniversary gift. With the kids planted in front of the TV, their usual Saturday recreation, Debra readied herself for her evening with the "other" Barones. She decided to have a relaxing soak in the tub; this would also serve to make shaving her legs easier. After adding a dash of her favorite Jasmine fragrance to the steaming water, she lay back in the tub using a folded towel for a pillow. As the comforting heat enveloped her naked body, she wondered when was the last time she was this relaxed. She spread body wash on her hands and gently caressed her still soft and supple skin. Her gumdrop sized nipples became erect as she massaged her impressive breasts. When pregnant with the twins, her breasts had actually grown to a full 38 D, and amazingly had remained that size, even after nursing. Ray loved them, of course, and nicknamed them "Barnes & Noble." She had to admit, she was very proud of her breasts which ,despite her impending "middle age," showed hardly a trace of sag. Ray's friends certainly took notice of them whenever she wore anything low cut. As she lifted each of her long, shapely legs out of the water and ran the razor the entire length from ankle to thigh; she was struck with another thought...one that made her feel particularly naughty. Since the birth of the twins, she had kept her pubic area bare except for a thin "landing strip" of bright red hair, just above her slit. To celebrate this occasion, she decided to go completely bald. Even though she was the only one in the room, she thought she actually blushed as she raised up to sit on the edge of the tub, and very carefully eliminated her remaining pubic hair. After submersing herself again, she couldn't resist running her hands over her completely smooth mound; totally satisfied with the feel. She resisted using a shampoo bottle for self-gratification; reasoning that there would be plenty of time for stimulation later. After relaxing for a few minutes longer, she pulled the plug and stood up to dry herself off. She glanced in the full length mirror on the back of the door as she was toweling the moisture from her legs, and was pleased with what she saw. Even in her thirties , her ass cheeks were still shapely and firm, with just a hint of droop. She smoothed moisturizing lotion over her entire body, especially on the freshly shaved mound between her legs. She even sprayed a drop of her favorite strawberry scented fragrance on her crotch, feeling a bit wicked as she did. She put on a pair of totally transparent thong panties, noting that her slit was completely visible through the black fabric. The skimpy matching bra also left nothing to the imagination, but she might decide to discard that anyway. She had purchased a completely sheer black lace robe, that came down to just barely cover her ass; and she stashed this in her purse for later. Debra had never felt more sexy as she admired her look in the mirror. She finished dressing in jeans and a conservative blouse; after all, she wanted Marie to think she was joining Amy for a "girls night out." Coming down the stairs, she saw that Marie was already there to pick up the children. Marie informed her, "I didn't want to rush you...I've just been straightening up a bit." These were the type of comments that would normally send Debra's blood pressure through the roof, but the hot bath had relaxed her enough that she just let it pass. "Thank you Marie," she sarcastically answered, "I don't know how I would survive without your help." "You're welcome...I don't either," Marie continued, seemingly trying to provoke Debra. Looking forward to the evening ahead, Debra just let it slide; kissed her children, made sure they had their overnight bags, and watched the trio cross the street to Marie's home. As Debra locked the doors (even the back door), and headed out to her car; she realized she was humming to herself...and smiling. "Hi Deb, welcome, welcome, come on in," Robert greeted her with a beaming smile when she arrived at their apartment. "So sorry Raymond couldn't make it," he stated sarcastically. He and Ray had always had a "love/hate" relationship. She guessed all brothers were competitive; but those two took it to extremes. To make matters worse, Ray had always clearly been Marie's favorite, and Robert craved her affection. Amy strolled out of the kitchen and hugged Debra, saying, "I hope you don't mind Chinese takeout, our stove is on the fritz." Debra assured her, "that's fine, I'm just happy to be here for your anniversary...and to get away from Marie." "I hear that," chimed in Robert; knowing that his mother and Debra had a completely adversarial relationship. "We rented a couple of interesting movies for the night, if you can stay." Debra winked at Amy as she responded, "I'm yours for the night...Marie took the kids to her house." After a satisfying meal and almost two whole bottles of wine, the three Barones situated themselves on the sofa, and Robert popped a DVD in the player. Robert remarked, "it's a good thing you're staying for awhile Deb, being a duly sworn officer of the law, I wouldn't want you to drive after all that wine. I know I'm feeling a little tipsy." "Thanks Robert...I think we're all feeling pretty mellow," Debra answered. Just as the film began, Amy asked her husband, "could you pause that for a couple minutes, sweetie. There is something in the bedroom I want to show Debra." "Your wish is my command," he gallantly responded as he reached for the remote. Amy stood, took Debra by the hand and they scampered into the bedroom, giggling all the way. "Must be the wine," thought Robert as he watched the News, waiting for their return. He lost track of time watching a news story about the NYPD (where he was a Sergeant) when he heard Amy emerge from the bedroom saying, "Happy Anniversary Sweetie, Debra and I have a surprise gift for you." Robert turned around responding, "oh that's sweet Amy, but you already gave me...," and he never finished his sentence as his lower jaw dropped open. He was utterly speechless, as standing by the bedroom doorway were his wife and sister wearing virtually nothing except large smiles. His lovely wife Amy was clad in a sheer red robe that came to about mid-thigh, and it was quite obvious she had nothing on underneath. He could plainly see her modest 34 B breasts, capped by small pink areola and pencil eraser nipples poking through the material. The robe was so flimsy that her sparse blond bush was also evident. Standing next to her was his brother's wife; the woman he had fantasized about many times; and she was nearly naked as well. Before marrying Amy, he had lay awake many nights, stroking his cock and daydreaming about running his hands up and down her silky legs. She was a dream come true...absolutely gorgeous, as she stood there in a totally transparent black robe that just barely covered her perfect ass. He could see that she was wearing thong panties made from the same material as the robe, but it was so diaphanous that even with two layers covering it, he could clearly make out the slit between her legs...and the fact that her mound was totally bald. The tits he had so frequently fantasized about were basically naked, and they were absolutely magnificent. As she moved closer to the sofa, they bobbed around erotically, almost in rhythm. Robert knew he was staring at Debra, and that it must be obvious to his wife, but he couldn't help himself. As they approached him on the sofa, Robert was speechless. Amy sat on one side of him, and Debra on the other (her breasts bouncing as she sat). His petite wife (of course, compared to him, everyone was petite) put her arm around him, "we're your anniversary gifts, Huggy Bear, are you happy?" "I...I...I don't know what to say. Does this mean what I think it means? If I'm dreaming I don't want to wake up...please say I'm not dreaming," Robert stammered. Debra put her hand on his knee, and he almost jumped through the roof, assuring him," you're not dreaming Robert...this is for real...anything you want!" "What...what about Raymond," he asked. "Raymond who? Tonight there is no Ray...just the three of us...free to do anything and everything we desire," Debra stated as she began to rub his inner thigh. "Amy? Is this OK with you," he pleaded. "It's more than OK, it was partly my idea. Tonight the old, conservative Amy does not exist...now let's get busy," his suddenly adventurous wife assured him. They each took one of his over-sized hands, stood up, and began leading him into the bedroom. While changing in the bedroom, the girls had turned the bed down, exposing the white satin sheets Amy had put on earlier. Numerous candles had been lit and placed around the room to create a very romantic, sensual atmosphere. As they backed Robert up to the side of the king size bed, he couldn't take his eyes off the beauties. They both began to unbutton his shirt, easing it off his long arms and tossing it on a nearby chair; followed by his plain white undershirt. Amy unclasped his belt, while Debra unsnapped and unzipped his pants; running her tiny hand along the length of the zipper. They both dropped to their knees, grasping the waistband of his trousers and tugging them down to the floor. Debra couldn't believe the size of the tent in his boxers as she sat back on her heels, and glanced at Amy. "Are you ready for this," Amy wanted to know. Debra nodded and grasped the top of Robert's underwear. It was difficult to pull them down because they kept getting hooked on the crown of his erect penis, and when she did manage to tug them down; Debra's mouth dropped open in awe, exclaiming simply, "oh...my." She could feel moisture begin to form between her legs. "Amy, how are you able to walk straight," she inquired. Robert's rigid cock must have been a foot long, with a head the size of a tangerine. His scrotum hung low, filled with golf-ball testicles. She reached up and placed both hands around it's length, totally mesmerized by its size. Amy joined her, also placing both hands around his erection. With all four hands encircling his cock, just the huge crown stuck out, and Debra thought it resembled a baseball bat. As if in a trance, she leaned forward and touched the tip of his slit with her tongue; tasting the first drops of pre-cum. Robert's knees suddenly went weak, and he dropped backward, sitting down on the bed. They released his pole and stepped back, as Amy softly said, "let us unwrap your gifts for you." She slowly slid the skimpy robe off Debra's pale shoulders, and let it fall to the floor; seemingly in slow motion. Debra returned the favor for Amy and then she swiftly discarded her own panties; although they were so transparent, it was only a formality to her being totally nude. As the two completely naked beauties stood before him, Amy asked, "well, how do you like your presents?" "Oh...my...God," was all that Robert could muster. As he absentmindedly stepped out of his bunched trousers and boxers, Debra advanced to stand between his knees, and began to rub his shoulders. He looked pleadingly at Amy, who reassured him, "go ahead sweetie, anything goes tonight...go ahead and play with your gift." Doing something he had fantasized about for years, Robert reached out with both hands and cupped Debra's amazing tits. He squeezed them and bounced them in his hands, almost like he was weighing them. His hands were so huge that her enormous breasts almost seemed small. He rolled her gumdrop nipples between his oversized fingers, causing her to moan, and bite her lower lip. He leaned forward, and using both hands, he presented her right breast to his mouth and began to suckle her rosy nipple. As he alternated nipples, Amy sat beside him on the bed and stroked his massive erection. He licked and sucked Debra's wonderful breasts as she ran her fingers through the back of his hair. Amy handed Robert the bottle of baby oil she kept by the bed, saying, " here, sweetie, I know there is something you've always wanted to do." He glanced at her knowingly, and proceeded to squirt oil the entire length of his pole; then he stood and began to run his slippery cock up and down between the fleshy tits in front of him. Debra helped out by squeezing her breasts together around the huge erection making love to her chest. On the upstroke, she leaned down and licked the pre-cum out of his slit. She opened her mouth and on every stroke, three or four inches of his cock were enveloped by her shiny red lips. Amy began to feel the eroticism, and absentmindedly rubbed her sparsely covered mound. Robert couldn't believe the sight as he looked down and watched his cock sawing between his sister's amazing tits, and then disappearing into her waiting mouth. He increased his pace and Debra, her hand between her legs, noticed, asking him, " isn't there somewhere else you would rather deposit that load?" Robert looked hesitantly at his loving wife, still massaging her crotch, who grinned slyly and told him, "we are your anniversary gifts; to be used any way you desire, Yogi." Debra, feeling the heat of passion, wasted no time in pushing Robert's torso back on the bed; and as he scooted up to lay fully on his back, she straddled his legs and grabbed his pole with both hands. She gathered all the oil from her chest that she could, and made sure his mammoth cock was as slippery as possible. She could feel the juices forming drops between her slit and didn't think lubrication would be a problem as long as that incredibly large head could make it past her lips. Debra had never had anything even close to that size inside her; but she couldn't wait to feel it. As Robert just lay back on the pillows, as close to heaven as he could imagine, Debra raised up on her knees as far as she could, poised over his tree-trunk. Robert ran his large hands up and down her silky thighs, mumbling, "mmm; so smooth." Debra's sultry response was, "I shaved everything this morning...just for you."She reached down with her fingers and spread her pussy lips as wide as they would go, as Amy assisted by grasping her husband's penis and aiming it straight up at Debra's, now open, hole. Debra was as horny as she had ever been, and yet she was filled with trepidation. She was actually afraid that she would not be able to accommodate such a gigantic cock; that he might actually tear her lips. Her passion won the battle as she began to very slowly lower her body. When his huge crown first made contact with her open slit, she paused to gather her courage; and thought to herself, "if little Amy can fit that thing inside her...so can I." As she continued to deliberately descend, his head began to spread her pussy lips obscenely wide, trying to penetrate her channel. She grit her teeth as her lips stretched to permit the penetration she so craved. Suddenly there as an audible "pop" as his crown broke through her opening and into her juicy cunt. "Ohhhh, wow," was all she could say as she purposefully lowered her cunt onto his giant cock; slowly impaling herself on his skewer. Inch by incredible inch it stretched her cunt walls to their extreme. As it penetrated her, she felt like even her belly was full. Looking down, she was certain that her stomach was actually distended by the invader. Amy let go, as his entire cock disappeared inside Debra's pussy. When her bald mound was finally seated on his lap, Debra just sat back, relaxed, and marveled at the feeling inside her. Robert watched as his cock slowly disappeared inside the cunt of the woman he had fantasized about so often. Watching it being swallowed by her pussy lips was a dream come true. Her cunt was so incredibly snug around his cock; it was as if her hands were squeezing him tightly. The inside of her pussy was so hot, it felt like it was on fire. He wanted to ram up into her, but he knew he had to be a gentleman for a while longer, and wait until she was used to his size. For reasons she could not comprehend, Amy was immensely turned on by the sight of her husband's cock inside her best friend's pussy. She lay down beside Robert, reached down under the bed, and produced his NYPD issue baton; which she quickly coated with baby oil. Debra, just momentarily relaxing as she sat fully impaled on Robert's lap; noticed Amy and had a quizzical expression on her face. Everybody Loves Raymond: Amy's Ann Robert, ever the technical one, announced, "that, Deb, is the official "PR24" 24 inch fully poly-carbonate baton; and we keep it by the bed for protection, and for other uses." Debra was in awe as Amy bent her knees up, spread her legs wide, and gently nudged the tip of the baton into her moist slit. She wasted no time sliding almost half of the black shaft into her pussy. Debra couldn't believe what she was seeing; sweet, innocent, little Amy fucking herself with Robert's police equipment. As Robert shifted his weight under her, Debra was brought back to reality as his cock moved inside her belly. She had adjusted enough; she couldn't wait any longer...she needed to get fucked, and fucked hard. She slowly raised her body up on her knees, feeling every inch of the monster inside her slide out; then she sat down hard, jamming his log deep into her belly. She repeated this pattern a few times, looking down and watching her cunt lips grip his rod on the out-stroke, and then being forced back inside her when she sat down. She then began to increase her pace, lifting herself and then slamming back down on his lap, feeling his mammoth cock impaling her completely. Robert joined her rhythm, slamming his hips up to meet her down-stroke. He reached up with his huge hands and began to knead her fleshy tits, grinding her gumdrop nipples between his fingers. Their bodies began to slam together, as they stopped making love; and began to fuck. Robert put his hands on either side of Debra's petite waist, and used his strength to help her raise up, and then he slammed her down on his cock as hard as he could. She could feel her inside being stretched on his every thrust upward and it was incredible. Never had her cunt been stretched so far; not even in childbirth. Every nerve ending inside her pussy was being stimulated by his gigantic cock; she couldn't believe how huge it was. She couldn't believe her pussy had accepted that much cock. Her cunt was being stretched to it's limit, and yet she wanted more, as she screamed, "oh my God, Robert...fuck me...fuck me harder...jam that fucking cock in me!" And he did his best to please her as he rammed his monster into her cunt with all his might; fucking her as hard as he possibly could. She threw her head back and gurgling sounds came out of her mouth as she flooded his lap with her juices. She never wanted to be without his cock inside her. He continued to piston his cock up into her pussy as she thrashed around on his pole like a fish out of water. She had no time to recover from the most intense orgasm of her life, as Robert's immense cock jammed deep inside her belly. Her giant tits flopped uncontrollably up and down on her chest, hypnotizing Robert as they undulated in rhythm with his strokes. Her cunt muscles gripped his cock like an elastic sleeve as he jammed it into her. He could see her white cream coating his tool as he stuffed it back up into her. Her cunt squished, and her tits made a slapping noise against her body as Robert feverishly fucked her. In and out his cock slammed her pussy, stretching her cunt lips with each stroke. She lay down on his hairy chest, as he gripped her perfect ass cheeks in each hand and thrust into her battered cunt. Amy, watching her husband plow into her best friend's pussy, fucked herself with the black beast as hard as she could. She penetrated herself with over twelve inches of his baton, and ground it against her engorged clit as her orgasm gripped her entire body. As her juices drooled down her ass crack, she was struck with an idea. She slid the plastic rod out of her cunt, and crawled down the bed behind where Debra was riding her husband. Laying on his chest with his hands squeezing her pale cheeks; her ass hole was completely exposed...and inviting. Amy quickly nudged the baton against Debra's rear hole, causing Debra to lose her concentration, and jerk her head around to look behind her. Seeing Amy's toy poised between her spread cheeks, Debra breathlessly pleaded, "no Amy...I don't think...I mean we've never done that." Amy calmly replied, "trust me Deb...you'll like it. Just relax and go with the flow." Giving Debra no more opportunity to object; Amy began sliding the, already lubricated, long black stick into her sphincter. She had never been anally penetrated before, and it took Debra a minute to decide if it was painful or enjoyable. The decision was made easier when Robert resumed his thrusts into her cunt. Amy continued to slide the hard black plastic into Debra's ass hole until there was about eight inches inside her. The feeling of being stuffed by two cocks (she had begun to think of the baton as "Amy's cock"), was indescribable. Her whole body was being stretched. She could feel the two shafts rubbing together inside her, separated by a thin layer of skin. Her holes were stretched as far as they could go as Robert and Amy thrust up into her. How could there possibly be that much cock inside her? The sensation of being double penetrated was unlike any other in the world. She was drenched in her own sweat as Robert pounded his huge cock up into her. He reached down between their bodies and roughly pinched her swollen clit, as he and Amy filled her belly with hard cock. Debra felt light-headed and thought she might lose consciousness as she shrieked," oh my fucking God...fuck me...fuck me...fuck me." She ground her pelvis against his massive hand as she came again, soaking his crotch with her cum. There was no relief as Robert and Amy drilled her holes. Debra's orgasm felt endless as her entire body convulsed; her cunt squeezing Robert strenuously. This finally sent Robert over the top. He was fucking his fantasy woman...his enormous cock buried to the balls inside her tight pussy, and she was cumming like a woman possessed. He wrapped his long arms around her back, feeling the pressure of the plastic cock against his; and his massive length expanded and exploded inside her. It was like he had never cum before as his cock twitched and jerked; pumping his seed into her womb. He ground his crotch into hers and jammed upward with all his strength, attempting to get even more of his monster inside her. "Oh ...my...God," escaped from his mouth, as he crushed her body against his. Debra's senses were on overload as she felt his girth actually increase inside her, followed by what felt like a hot-water-bottle exploding deep inside her cunt. Amy, seeing her husband emptying his seed inside her best friend's pussy, left the baton sticking in Debra's ass, and immediately inserted two fingers into Debra's cunt , alongside Robert's cock. She wiggled them around and stretched Debra's cunt even farther as she sought out the elusive G-spot. When she made contact, Debra's already squirming body, jerked violently, and even more juices squirted out of her pussy , leaking out around Robert's thickness. The sensory overload was too much for Debra's brain to process and she did actually lose consciousness momentarily, as her body collapsed on top of Robert, and her mind re-booted. The pleasure she experienced was just too massive to comprehend, and her senses had to re-set. Her cunt had actually been over-stimulated, and it had been physically too much to process. When she again became aware of her surroundings, she was laying limply on Robert's chest; and she could feel Amy sliding the black plastic tool out of her ass. She could feel Robert's enormous cock still imbedded inside her, keeping her cunt stretched wide open. As they lay there in each other's arms, Amy lay beside them and rubbed Debra's back gently. After a couple minutes, Robert's shriveling penis slipped out of her pussy, and she rolled off him; laying on the other side of her big, cuddly brother. Amy crawled over to Debra and implored her, " take a look between your legs." Debra raised up on her hands, looked down, and saw that she no longer had a slit between her legs...it was now a huge, wide open hole. Her cunt resembled a tunnel for a toy train. A river of cum was drooling out of her hole and dribbling down her ass crack. Amy leaned in between Debra's legs and blew warm air into the hole, causing Debra to shudder from the fresh sensation. She watched ,almost frozen, as Amy cupped the fingers of her right hand together, and began to corkscrew her fingers into Debra's wide-stretched pussy. The sight was hypnotic as she saw Amy's whole hand disappear into her wet cunt; her pussy lips stretched around Amy's wrist. Debra's hands closed around the satin bed sheets, and she shut her eyes, as she felt Amy's fingers expand inside her and explore the inside of her cunt. As Amy tickled the walls of her pussy, Robert had stood on the bed and straddled Debra's chest. When she opened her mouth and squealed, "oh my fucking God," Robert (fully recovered), lay his hard cock on her bottom lip. Her eyes opened wide at the contact, and she responded by greedily enveloping his tool with her moist lips. She was able to get several inches into her mouth and she suckled the monster shaft like a baby sucking a pacifier. Her tongue played with the underside, and cleaned the crown. Her slurping sounds caused Robert to begin fucking her face; driving as much of his enormous pole down her throat as she would allow. She gagged on the huge shaft several times and finally wrapped her hand around the base of his girth so that only about eight inches could penetrate her mouth. It was increasingly difficult to concentrate on administering a blow job, because Amy had begun fist-fucking her at a dizzying speed. Amy's hand was plowing into her cunt, her pussy lips stretching around her wrist; as Debra's hips jammed forward to meet Amy's thrusts. Amy's finger were wiggling inside her, making contact with all the right nerve endings, and Debra could feel her body, once again, ready to shatter. Robert put his hands on the back of Debra's head, running his fingers through her wavy red hair, and keeping her mouth around his cock. He looked at her sexy face, and couldn't believe his luck. The plump red lips of his dream girl were wrapped around him and she was sucking his cock. Amy thrust even more of her arm into Debra's hole as she leaned over and licked her prominent clit, causing Debra's body to convulse and surrender to yet another orgasm. As her whole body shuddered, Debra involuntarily bit down on Robert's invading prick; triggering his climax. As her pussy spasm increased, Debra fought to keep from choking on the massive amount of cum being spewed down her throat. Her lips milked his cock and she swallowed as fast as she could, but the overflow still began to dribble down her chin and drip onto her magnificent tits. Amy leaned forward and used her tongue to clean Debra's fleshy globes, as she felt Debra's cunt muscles grip her wrist. The sight of his cum dripping down Debra's chin seemed to stir him on ,and Robert kept pumping her mouth full of fluid. She sucked him deeper into her throat, reasoning that it would be easier to contain his seed if he pumped it directly down her throat, rather than her having to swallow it. Amy withdrew her fist and began to lap up the cum as it drained out of Debra's hole. When Robert's huge meat flopped down out of Debra's mouth, Amy grasped it with her right hand, using Debra's juices to coat its tremendous length. "Now it's my turn, lover," she encouraged him as she rolled over on her back and spread her legs wide. Robert immediately left Debra and kneeled between his wife's silky legs, his enormous pole waving in front of him like a third leg. He slid his hands underneath her round little ass cheeks and pulled her body towards him, saying, "come to papa." He tucked her legs around his waist and rubbed his cock-head up and down on her wet slit. Debra rolled over next to her best friend and offered, "here, let me help," as she proceeded to use her thumbs and forefingers to spread Amy's pussy lips apart; making an inviting target for her husband. Robert grasped his penis in his hand and aimed for Amy's hole as he moved forward. His huge crown stretched her cunt lips with no problem and he just kept pushing until the entire length of his monster cock was buried balls-deep inside Amy's pussy. Debra was amazed at how easily he had slid his huge sausage into her petite little friend's cunt. She guessed Amy had gotten used to it after a year's marriage. "Oh, that's it Yogi...fuck your little BooBoo...fuck me baby," cooed Amy; her eyes rolling back in her head. Inspired by her nasty language, Robert hoisted her legs even farther, and hooked her ankles over his shoulders as he achieved maximum leverage and drove his gigantic cock even deeper inside her. Debra sat next to them spellbound by the sight of his huge log splitting Amy's pussy wide open. It just didn't seem possible that something so tiny could accommodate something so enormous. Robert began to pile-drive into Amy's pussy, her froth coating his tool. Debra leaned over and sucked and nibbled on Amy's jellybean nipples, biting down gently; all the while watching Robert's cock thrust down into her. He grasped her around the waist, his huge hands almost reaching all the way around her, and forced her onto his cock. Amy's small tits jiggled and his balls slapped against her firm ass, as he slammed into her pussy. Debra kneeled beside Amy, interjected her head between their bodies, and commenced to lick Amy's bulging clit; being careful to avoid Robert's heaving body. "Ahhhhhh...jam that fucking cock into me," came spewing out of Amy's mouth. Debra almost laughed at the words coming from her most innocent and naive friend. "If Marie could hear little Amy now," thought Debra. Hearing the obscenities coming from his sweet wife, Robert immediately increased his pace, and began thrusting into her cunt as a frantic pace. Debra, not wanting to be in the way, backed her head away and used her hand to manipulate Amy's swollen nub. Amy spread her legs wide in the air like a wishbone, her toes pointing at the ceiling as Robert jammed into her,splitting her cunt wide open with his monstrous cock. Robert warned his bride, "I'm almost there BooBoo," as he continued fucking her as hard as he could. "Cum in me Yogi...cum in me now," Amy shrieked as Debra harshly pinched her clit . Suddenly Robert's body went stiff, as his cock began to pump his hot seed deep into Amy's pussy. Her mouth opened wide, but no sound came out as her body jerked beneath him. Debra watched, and would have sworn Amy's stomach distended when Robert flooded the inside of her cunt with his stream. He held them tightly together as he continued to pump into her. At one point it appeared that his cock actually raised Amy's petite body off the bed, but it had to be an illusion. Robert ceased thrusting and allowed his withering monster to slip out of Amy's abused cunt. Not wanting to crush her, he rolled aside and lay next to her; completely spent. Debra, laughing, pointed between Amy's legs, remarking, "now who's pussy is wide open." She returned the favor for her best friend, and leaned forward to drink the fluids flowing freely out of Amy's wide open hole. When she had thoroughly cleaned Amy's cunt, Debra slid off the bed, walked gingerly into the kitchen to retrieve a bottle of wine, and returned to the bed, offering, "I think we all need a little hydration." Amy asked her, "you said the kids were sleeping overnight at Marie's, right?" Debra, glanced over at Robert and noticed his cock was already stirring, answered Amy, " that's right; and there's no way I'm going home until I've had that monster inside me a couple more times tonight." Robert leaned back into the pillows, a huge smile on his face, murmuring, "Happy Anniversary to me!" (Thanks to everyone for your feedback and comments...please keep them coming. This story was written in response to a suggestion from a reader.) Everybody Loves Raymond-Debra Acts Everybody Loves Raymond-Debra Acts Debra Does Porno (a fictional story about fictional characters) When the phone rang, Debra hesitated before answering it, sure it was more bad news from a creditor...it was. Wally, their long-time mechanic, was calling to inform her that their car had blown the engine, and they either needed a replacement engine, or a different car. "Damn Ray," she thought. He had driven all the way to Newark for a job interview, and on the way back the car overheated. Instead of stopping, he had kept right on driving until the engine seized up, and forced him to stop. Not that she should have expected much more of him: he had absolutely no mechanical knowledge whatsoever. She still loved him, but now that he no longer was a good provider; he didn't bring much to the table. Just then, as if she wasn't in a bad enough mood, her overbearing mother, Marie, blew in through the kitchen door with, "oh hello Debra, where's Raymond?" Debra replied sarcastically, "nice to see you too, Marie. Robert (his brother) treated him to a day at the driving range. Since he doesn't have a job, he doesn't get to golf much anymore." She knew that last part would crank Marie up...implying that her favorite son was not providing for his family. Debra was not in a good mood, and she had no patience for her know-it-all nemesis. Marie always seemed to pick the most annoying and inopportune times to come barging in. The twins, Michael and Geoffrey, had just been to the dentist's office and they both were going to need braces in the near future. In vain, Debra had been pouring over her budget, attempting to find the funds necessary for everything. Until Ray had been "downsized" (a fancy term for "laid-off") by New York Newsday where he had been employed as a sports columnist; money had never been a problem. Actually, she guessed that she had always taken their financial well being for granted. What was the old saying, "you never really appreciate something until it's gone." "Oh, that's nice," replied the oblivious Marie, "he's such a good boy, and he's been under so much stress lately." "He's not the only one," muttered Debra as she began to put the checkbook and bills away in the kitchen drawer, knowing that with Marie there she would never get it done. "Was there something you wanted, Marie," Debra inquired. "Oh yes, I almost forgot," Marie told her, "I wanted to treat the kids to a day at Coney Island. Frank won free tickets at the lodge, and I wanted to ask Raymond." "You know, you can ask me Marie; I'm their mother," replied an agitated Debra, " and I think that would be a wonderful idea, I'm sure they would love it." "Well, OK dear," Marie answered as she left through the kitchen door, "I'll ask Raymond when he gets home." An exasperated Debra grabbed the nearest object, a cereal box, and threw it at the closed door. "I swear one of these days I am going to strangle that woman," she hissed under her breath. She reminded herself that it was actually her idea to buy the house directly across the street from hers. Their daughter Ally was just a baby and when she found out she was pregnant with the twins, she and Ray knew they had to move out of her little apartment. Frank, Marie's husband, had mentioned that this house was available and she had jumped at the opportunity to be so close to her in-laws. Ray had tried to dissuade her, but Debra had insisted that it would be great to have the extra help, and a handy babysitter. Debra felt like banging her head against the wall, as she remembered how excited she had been. Why hadn't she recognized how exasperatingly pushy and meddlesome Marie really was? Why didn't she ever lock their back door? Remembering what she had been doing when Marie blew in like a tornado, Debra knew she had to call her friend Sheila and ask about any available employment opportunities. Ally was at a friend's for a play-date, and Michael and Geoffrey were in the living room playing video games (which they seemed to do constantly); so she went upstairs to her bedroom to make the phone call. Sheila was a professional photographer who Debra had met when she had some "boudoir" photos taken as a gift for Ray on their tenth wedding anniversary. That photo session had evolved into an erotic encounter involving Sheila, her husband, and his friend. The encounter had actually changed Debra's life. Sheila revealed that she often took erotic photos for "niche" magazines, and had developed many contacts in the adult entertainment field. Since that initial meeting, Debra had taken several jobs of an x-rated nature after being referred by Sheila. Every time Debra desperately needed extra income, she contacted Sheila. When she punched Sheila's number she got the answering machine, and left a short missive. Not sixty seconds later her phone rang and it was Sheila returning her call, "sorry Deb, I was busy with a model, but I am so glad you called because I have a job that would be perfect for you. One of my contacts is a producer of adult films and he is looking for a mature actress to play a housewife. No offense about the "mature" label, he just meant someone not in their twenties. I hope you don't mind that I showed him some of your photos; but he thought you would be perfect for the role. The only drawback is that, I guess, the movie has a Summer theme and they are filming this week so that they can get the film into production immediately. I'll give you the director's number and you can call him if you're interested...just make it quick." Debra thanked her friend, "no offense taken...I am mature. You know by now that I trust your judgement. I'll make a decision and call him today if I decide to take it. Thanks for thinking of me." After mulling it over for several minutes, Debra decided to call the number Sheila had given her. She wasn't entirely sure about appearing in a commercially released x-rated film, but she didn't think any of their close friends (or relatives) watched that type of movie. If she accepted the job, she would make sure her picture didn't appear on the box cover; and she reasoned she should be safe. Just making the call didn't mean she had accepted the job, just that she was interested. After making sure the boys were still occupied, Debra once again retreated to her bedroom and placed the call to the film's director. He remembered immediately seeing her pictures at Sheila's, and sounded relieved she had called. His name was Mark, and he admitted he was the writer, director, main cameraman, production manager, and film distributor of the project. He said that the only thing he didn't do was act. The producers, who financed the film, wished to remain anonymous, so he honored their wishes. Mark explained that he had an actress all lined up for the part, but she had backed out at the last minute. He was desperate because filming had already begun, and they wanted the DVD to be in stores before the end of Summer. Mark went on to explain the plot: "the film is a take-off on another main-stream movie; you will probably recognize the similarities. It takes place in the Summer on a small tourist driven New England island called Harmony. The police chief is Martin Brady and you will play his wife Ellen Brady. The only access to the island is by water, small plane or helicopter. The auto ferry doubles its schedule to the island in Summer to four round trips daily. One day a small motorcycle gang, made up solely of ten black bikers, comes over on the ferry; and no one is shocked that they remain on the island after the last ferry leaves. It isn't unusual to have tourists spend the night in one of the Bed & Breakfast houses on the island." "Their motive is far more sinister though," he explained, " they intend to take over the island and make it their own personal vacation club for a few days. Their plan is to call the mainland marina and tell them that due to a large oil spill, the harbor and docking facilities will be closed for a few days during the cleanup. They plan to cut the power to the only cell-tower on the island, and to the switching-station for land-line phone service. This should ensure that they have complete control of the island for a few days." "The script calls for the gang to take over the police department, which consists of the chief and one deputy, and make the police station their headquarters," Mark continued, "here's the familiar part: the name of the biker gang is JAWZ, spelled J-A-W-Z. The logo on the back of their leather vests is the outline of a toothy shark's mouth with a motorcycle in the middle...like it was swallowing the bike. You would be required to have sex with the actors playing the gang's members...a lot of sex. Well, what do you think, Debra? I really need your answer now, because you would have to film the day after tomorrow. Also, I envisioned Ellen Brady to be a blond...do you have any objections to dying your hair?" Thinking about all the sex was turning Debra on, so it was difficult for her to think clearly, but she knew she was desperate for the cash. She reasoned that dying her hair blond would make it more difficult for anyone to recognize her if they watched the movie. "OK, I'll do it," she heard herself blurt out on the phone. Mark enthusiastically gave her the directions to the warehouse where the film was being shot, and it was only about a half-hour from her home. He assured her that she wouldn't be needed for any outdoor scenes, and they would be added later when the editing took place anyway. After hanging up, Debra checked the bathroom to see if she still had some blond hair dye left over from a previous job...she did. That evening, over a dinner of salad and lemon-chicken, Debra explained to Ray that she had another product-modeling job with Sheila the day after tomorrow and since it involved necklaces and earrings, the sponsor wanted to see blond hair in the background. "Oh, I'm going to bed with a blond again," Ray rejoiced. Debra knew it was exciting to him because it was like sleeping with another woman, so she just rolled her eyes. She explained that the kids would be going with Marie and Frank to Coney Island for the day, and if the kids were exhausted they would probably just crash at his parents house all night. "I am playing golf with Robert, Gianni, and Doug that day, and if I win they are treating me to dinner," Ray informed her, "and I better win because I can't afford to chip in for their dinner." Debra was annoyed that he had scheduled another golf outing, knowing their financial situation, but was relieved to know he would be occupied all day. She spent the next day preparing herself for her role: dying and putting waves in her hair, shaving everything that needed it (she decided it would be easier to totally shave her pubic area than to dye her "landing-strip"), and painting her toenails a bright red. Assuming they would provide a costume, she didn't bother selecting any particular clothes; she just picked a plain white blouse which buttoned up the front and a dark, knee-length skirt with a slit up the side. Tiny black thong panties and a matching lace bra would make her feel sexy and a pair of sensible flats (she tossed a pair of black five inch heels in her handbag, just in case she needed them). She was actually the last person to leave the house the next morning, and she was more excited about the imminent sex, than she was nervous. Upon arriving at the warehouse( thank heaven for the GPS device), she applied some cherry-red lipstick and made her way to the door marked indiscreetly "Entrance." There was a couple dozen cars in the parking lot, so she assumed almost everyone else must be waiting for her. Inside, a tall, handsome man was pacing the floor and immediately introduced himself as Mark, the director. He told her that he was afraid she had second thoughts and wasn't coming, which would have meant delaying the shoot until a replacement could be found. He consciously looked her up and down, and whistled his approval, "the pictures don't do you justice, Debra, you are ravishing...exactly what I had in mind." She actually blushed as he continued, "I'm sorry to rush you, but we would like to start shooting right away; but first I need you to sing the requisite forms: your acting contract with the salary specified; the consent form acknowledging that you agree to the sex scenes; and the release form so that we can release the finished production with your images included. Then I will introduce you to the other actors. I'll just introduce them by the names they will be using in the film, that way you won't inadvertently call them something else on camera." Mark showed her into a small office where the aforementioned paperwork was waiting on a desk. She perused and signed them before he beckoned her into a large area of the warehouse where a set resembling a small jail had been erected. There were, of course, multiple cameras and lighting equipment set up, and it was crowded with large black men adorned in black leather biker outfits. Debra thought it looked like a football team assembled in the room. She again blushed as she heard several whistles and catcalls when she entered. "OK Debra, or should I say Ellen, since I may as well introduce you by your script name," Mark began. "This is Dirk, I guess you could say he is the male star since he plays the leader of the biker gang." Dirk was an enormous black man with a smoothly shaved head. He must have been about six feet eight inches tall (about the same height as Robert), and when they shook hands, her hand was like a doll's hand compared to his. He was an imposing figure, but smiled warmly at Debra, making her feel very sensuous. The next black actor Mark introduced was Duke, and his hair was done in long dreadlocks. The most distinguishing characteristic of Duke was that he was wearing biker's chaps, and nothing under them. She hadn't noticed before because they had all been crowded together talking, but several of the men were similarly attired. Since there was nothing to contain it, his incredibly long black cock hung down between his legs like a pepperoni stick and swung like a pendulum as he walked toward her. She had a difficult time not staring as they shook hands. Another huge black man with cornrows on his head was the next actor introduced. Debra could swear that he was as wide as he was tall; not fat, just solid, and his name was Hacksaw. She met Thomas next and he also had on the leather chaps, revealing a long slender foot-long hot dog, with a head the size and color of a plum. Henry was a tall, slender black man with the start of an old fashioned "afro" style haircut. He was wearing the chaps, but also had on black bikini underwear that was bulging obscenely while trying to contain his obviously ample penis. Mark stopped introducing the men, saying that they were the only ones she would be calling by name according to the script. He informed her that she would be able to study the script before shooting, but wanted to introduce the only other female cast members. A short brunette came around the corner and screamed at Debra, oh my God, Debra, is that really you?" Mark seemed genuinely surprised and asked, " this is Angie,do you two know each other?" Debra recognized Angie immediately as her friend Carrie Heffernan, and replied, "I'll say we do, our husbands are playing golf together right now." Carrie/Angie threw her arms around Debra and hugged her tightly, exclaiming, "you are literally the last person in the world I expected to see...what brings you here?" Debra answered, "desperately needed the money since Ray is still out of work...and you." "Oh, the usual; been burning a hole in the Visa buying clothes, and don't want Doug to find out," Carrie/Angie admitted. "Is it going to be a problem working together," Mark inquired. "Are you kidding," Angie replied, "there is no pussy I would rather lick." Debra was not quite as enthusiastic about the prospect. She hadn't counted on lesbian sex, and especially not with a close friend. Angie/Carrie was wearing black leather crotch less hot-pants and a leather vest that was secured by a single button, leaving her tremendous breasts almost completely exposed. Debra bet that if she had bent forward, they would have flopped out. Her pale skin against the black leather drew your attention to her crotch, where she exhibited a tiny brown landing-strip which acted like an arrow pointing to her slit. Debra couldn't help notice that Carrie/Angie had unbelievably long pussy lips hanging between her legs. Mark handed Debra a printed script with several handwritten corrections and she quickly perused the paper. As could be expected, there was not a lot of dialog; it was more like printed choreography of the sex scenes. Mark informed her, "don't worry if you can't memorize everything; you can pretty much ad-lib since you know the plot. when we get into the sex scenes, don't worry about the dialog at all...just say whatever comes to mind. Just try to get the names correct, and we can dub the dialog later. Now if you don't mind, we have a pair of summer shorts we would like you to wear. That blouse you have on would be perfect if you lose the bra and tie it in a knot just under your breasts, so your bare midriff is showing. You will look like the perfect island wife. We have a changing room if you would like some privacy." Realizing that pretty soon she would be naked and having sex with the whole room, Debra declined and began to unbutton her blouse. She removed it, reached behind her and unhooked her lacy bra, then shrugged it down her arms and off. Again the room was filled with whistles and catcalls as her incredible breasts were revealed. "Wow, Debra, your pictures don't do you justice," Mark exclaimed. Her breasts had been a full 38 D since the twins were born and she really was quite proud of them. As her breasts wobbled, Debra put her blouse back on, only buttoning two buttons, and tied it around her waist leaving her still relatively taut belly exposed. She unzipped her skirt and let it drift to the floor amid muttering approval of her ass and panties. Her black thong had virtually disappeared up her ass crack totally baring her cellulite-free ass cheeks. Even at her age, there was barely a trace of sag in her ass and she was proud of that. Mark assured her, "I gotta tell you Debra, these guys are all professional adult performers and they are all impressed with your body." As she donned the khaki colored shorts, she thanked him and produced the heels from her handbag. "I know I'm supposed to be a housewife, but this is a porno. Do you think these would be just the right touch for a sexy housewife?" "Perfect," was all Mark needed to say. "OK, here's the scene," Mark began, "your husband, the chief, hasn't come home from work and the phone service is down, so you have come down to the station looking for him. Dirk is the only one in the station, quickly takes you hostage, and brings you down to the jail in the basement to show you that your husband is locked up and still alive. The entire gang is down here and things just kind of progress from there.... OK everyone...action." The "gang" all gathered around a desk in front of the two jail cells and Dirk and Ellen/Debra went to the other side of the room where the staircase supposedly ended. He grabbed her supposedly roughly by the upper arm and they advanced toward the others, Debra's wonderful breasts bobbing and wobbling inside her shirt. Her legs looked marvelously long and taut in the heels. "Look what we have here," Dirk announced," whitey's wife came looking for him." "Well, looks like she found him," Duke proclaimed, as the gang all separated to allow her a view into the nearest jail cell where a white man in a cop's uniform was laying on the cell's cot, his face made up to resemble bruises and blood. Everybody Loves Raymond-Debra Acts "Martin," Debra/Ellen shouted as she attempted to wriggle out of Dirk's grip. "Oh, he's a little unconscious at the moment, "Henry declared, "but he'll be fine as long as you and everyone else in your town cooperates." "Why are you doing this," she demanded, still struggling against Dirk. "Well, its like this bitch," Duke informed her, "the last time we were on your island, we were asked to leave. We don't think you people like black men, so we are going to make this our island this weekend. You just do as your told, and you can have it back." Glancing horrifically at her bloodied husband, Ellen (Debra) acquiesced and assured them that she would cooperate. Dirk released her and ordered Thomas to turn on the radio to find some dancing music. Angie/Carrie stepped forward and Dirk announced, "this is Angie. She's Duke's old lady, and occasionally everyone's old lady; we want you to join her in a strip." Just then an old rock and roll song began on the radio and Angie stared to sway to the beat. Seeing Ellen just standing there, Angie slapped her hard on the ass and urged her to join in. Angie (Carrie) released her only button and the vest flew open revealing a set of huge tits. They were even larger than Debra's, with extremely long pink nipples (to match her pussy lips). They flopped violently around on her chest as she danced. She reached over and untied Ellen's (Debra) shirt while Ellen unbuttoned it. They combined to slide it down and off her arms. Angie waved it over her head as she watched Ellen's large tits bounce and flop. Angie (Carrie) let her vest fall to the floor and began to peel her tight hot-pants down her legs, fully revealing her round ass cheeks. She instructed Debra, "let's go bitch, let's see that cunt." Debra (Ellen) seductively lowered the shorts and then shoved her tiny black thong down her long legs and off over her heels. "Oh, yeah, that's what I'm talking about," exclaimed Thomas as he grabbed Debra's wrist roughly and led her over to the desk. Hacksaw snatched her other wrist and they backed her up against the desk. Angie (Carrie) was searching through the desk's drawers and produced two pair of handcuffs, then held them aloft like a prize. She knelt down and cuffed Debra's ankles to the legs of the desk, leaving her legs spread wide apart and completely exposing her plump pussy mound. Dirk stepped forward, roughly began to knead Debra's wonderful tits until her rosy nipples were the size of gumdrops, and then ordered, "hey Angie, why don't you get her ready for us. We want her nice and juicy when we start fucking her." "My pleasure Dirk," replied an eager Angie (Carrie), as she kneeled in front of Debra until her head was even with Debra's crotch. Thomas and Hacksaw bent Debra backward until she was laying on the desk, further exposing her slit. Angie slid her tongue up the sides of Debra's slit and then licked all around her puffy mound. Moisture was beginning to seep out of Debra's pussy as Carrie used her thumbs to spread her lips apart, and then stuck her tongue inside her as far as she could. Debra moaned as Carrie lapped up her juices. She struggled against the grasps of Thomas and Hacksaw because she thought it would look convincing for the film, but she actually had no intention of avoiding Carrie's attention. Carrie swiftly inserted on forefinger and then the other into Debra's pussy as she continued to lick her snatch. Continuing to finger fuck her friend , Carrie sucked Debra's aroused clit into her mouth and nibbled on it. "Oh shit," moaned Debra as her body shuddered in orgasm, flooding Carrie's face with her cum. Carrie, lapping up Debra's juices, looked up at Dirk and stated, "I think she's ready." "Good job Ang," replied Dirk, "now the men will take over." Debra hadn't noticed until now that all the men had lost their chaps or pants and were now standing around the desk stroking their hard-ons. The amazing part was that not one of them was less than ten inches long. Carrie stood to the side and Dirk advanced between Debra's spread legs. He lay his cock on her stomach and she gasped at its size. It reached well past her belly button and was definitely over a foot long. The truly amazing aspect though was that its crown was the size of a baseball, and his pee-slit seemed like an eye staring at her. It was fully erect, but did not point up at the ceiling. Debra could feel its weight against her tummy and knew why it did not stand straight up: it was simply too heavy. Debra knew she should probably feel apprehensive about its incredible size, but the truth was she couldn't wait to feel it inside her. With her legs secured and splayed apart, and her body bent back on the desk, her glistening pussy was begging to be penetrated. She struggled against her captors and her bonds, not because she wanted to get loose, as it would seem in the movie; but because she wanted desperately to be fucked by Dirk's horse-cock. Carrie stood next to the desk, hooked her fingers inside Debra's juicy lips and spread them wide. Dirk bent down to peer up inside her pink hole and announced, "this white bitch is totally wet; she can't wait to feel this big black cock inside her. Beg me for it bitch," and he raised his hand as if to backhand her if she didn't comply. It wasn't in the script, but Debra responded, "please jam that big black cock up inside my white pussy." Dirk grasped his huge tool in his hand and rubbed the baseball sized crown up and down against her sopping lips. When she looked down between her legs, his bulbous crown resembled a fist waiting to penetrate her. As Carrie held her lips apart, Dirk wedged his head between her slit and began to steadily push forward. Debra could feel her pussy lips being stretched and then his "baseball" popped through her opening. Carrie let Debra's lips close around Dirk's monstrous cock, and he began to push forward, penetrating her juicy cunt to an obscene depth. Debra's ass wriggled on the desk-top as his giant cock speared deep into her belly. Debra thought he would never stop as his snake just kept sliding deeper and deeper into her cunt. Her tunnel stretched to accommodate every fat inch until his ball sac finally rested against her mound. It felt so wonderful that she pushed back, and ground her pubic bone against his attempting to get even more cock inside her. Dirk grasped her tiny waist with his huge hands and slowly withdrew his cock until just the head was left inside her, her lips hugging his cock flesh. He sneered and angrily stated, "take this bitch," as he violently slammed the entire length of his horse-cock up inside her. Debra shrieked, "holy fucking shit...fuck me you bastard...fuck me." Dirk smiled and began to jam his giant cock up inside her as hard and fast as he could. He was fucking Debra like a demon; slamming his monstrous prick up into her. His gigantic cock slid in and out of her pussy at a blazing speed, working up a milky froth. Dirk was giving Debra the fucking of her life and she was loving every minute of it. She loved the feeling of having her pussy stretched by his huge black cock. God how she loved being fucked. Hacksaw and Thomas released her hands and she reached up to knead her huge tits as they spread out on her chest. The harder Dirk jammed his cock up into her, the more violently she pinched her gumdrop nipples. "Fuck me," was all she could think so say. She wanted to wrap her beautiful legs around his waist and force him deeper inside her, but of course they were secured to the desk. Suddenly he slammed forward, pinning her against the desk and she felt his enormous pole twitch and begin to flood her insides with his hot seed. He pumped and pumped as he filled her hole with his cum. It began leaking out of her hole even before he withdrew his still hard log. Dirk quickly stepped aside and Duke took his place between Debra's splayed legs. He wasted no time in slamming his foot-long "pepperoni stick" into her dripping cunt. "Oh God...don't stop...fuck me," Debra begged as Duke jammed his long cock up into her. Duke stood back and slowly withdrew his elongated prick, watching it emerge from her hole inch by inch; then slid it back inside its moist sheath just as slowly. The only part of Duke touching Debra was his pole, and it was like watching a magic trick: where did his cock disappear to...was there really enough room inside Debra's cunt for that much cock? It was like watching a pink piece of meat being put on a skewer. As he thrust his hips forward and back, impaling her, Debra squirmed on the desk. With that many people in the room it was amazing that you could still actually hear her cunt making squishing sounds as it sucked his cock up into her. Henry and Hacksaw grasped her wrists, opening her hands and each laid their cocks in her palms. She instinctively closed her fingers without even looking, but was shocked when they barely closed. She looked from her right hand to her left and literally gasped at the incredible girth of their tools. Both of their cocks were fatter than soda cans and at least ten inches in length... they were like twin-cocks. Gripping them tightly, Debra began to jerk them off. She had gotten accustomed to Duke's rhythm when suddenly he rammed violently into her and began to fuck her at a frenzied pace. She moaned with pleasure and threw herself back against the desk top. It was a short desk and her body extended so far that there was no support for her head as it dropped over the edge, her neck bending back. With her mouth open and moaning, it made a perfect target for Thomas' foot long hot dog. Her eyes were closed in ecstasy and it startled her as he wedged his purple crown between her bright red lips. It was a welcome invasion though and her lips began to work their way up his cock as he slid more and more into her warm mouth. Even Thomas was amazed that she wasn't gagging as he continued to push forward. Her neck was completely bent backward, her head resting against the side of the desk, and you could see her throat distend as his cock forced its way deeper down her esophagus. It was like watching a circus sword-swallower. Everyone in the room was wondering how a suburban housewife had become so adept at sucking cock. Her mouth and throat were milking Thomas' rod. She presented an astonishing sight to the spectators on the set: an absolutely gorgeous blond servicing four huge cocks simultaneously, her wondrous tits flopping around on her chest like bags of Jello as a foot long cock slammed into her dripping pussy. Still in her heels, her shapely legs seemed endlessly long as Duke continued to jam his pole into her; the contrast between their skin made it seem even more sensuous. If Debra had glanced to her side she would have seen Carrie acting as a "fluffer," keeping the men not servicing Debra hard, by any means necessary. She was currently jerking off two huge black cocks, and was from time to time using her mouth as stimulation. It was a fine line for Carrie, as she didn't want the actors to actually ejaculate until their turn with Debra. Carrie knew her turn would come later in the movie, so she was content playing the supporting role..for the moment. She had not removed the open vest, and her more than ample tits swayed freely back and forth as she jerked the logs. Duke ground his pelvis against Debra's crotch as his cock exploded inside her, squirting his load into her. Feeling the heat spread throughout her pussy, Debra shivered as she came with him; her grip tightening around the dual cocks in her hands. She had to make a conscious effort to breathe through her nose because Thomas was completely filling her mouth. When Duke withdrew from her hole, Hacksaw pried her fingers off his pole and he took Duke's place between her legs. One of the men whose name she didn't know lay his black pole in her hand. Hacksaw had the fattest cock she had ever seen, and even though she had already been stretched by Duke and Dirk, he had to spread her lips with his fingers in order to nudge his crown into her pussy. He pushed forcefully forward and when her resistance gave way, he instantly stuffed his entire log into her cunt. Debra's eyes went wide and she tried to scream, "oh my fucking God," but it just verbalized as "rrrmuuummuuumm," as Thomas still filled her mouth. As she felt her cunt stretch even wider to accommodate him, Debra was in heaven...God how she loved being fucked by a huge cock. It was fortunate that she had already been lubricated by two loads of cum because Hacksaw's thick monster was really stretching her pussy's limit. "God that feels good," she thought as she felt him saw his "soda can" in and out of her cunt. She had been teasing the underside of Thomas' "foot-long" with her tongue, and without warning his cock began gushing a stream of liquid deep down her throat. It continued to squirt as he withdrew it and sprayed her flushed face with long sticky strings of cum. Using her tongue to reach every drop possible, she eagerly swallowed every drop she could reach. She pursed her shiny lips and blew "cum-bubbles," providing another film highlight. Hacksaw, plowing non-stop into her stretched out cunt, shouted, "Hey Dirk, I think we've got ourselves a black cock whore...she can't get enough." Dirk leaned over and roughly ground her right nipple between his thumb and forefinger as he smirked, "oh yeah, the sheriff might as well say good-bye to this bitch. You know the saying: once you've gone black...." Hacksaw continued to violently fuck Debra's battered pussy before spewing his seed into her tunnel. He was immediately replaced inside her pussy by Henry, who grasped her tiny waist as he pinned her against the desk. This action continued until Debra had pulled the entire train; until all ten bikers had fucked her with their enormous black cocks. All ten had stepped between her shapely legs and filled her pussy with their meat and cum. When they finally took a break, she had been fucked by nearly ten feet of hard black cock. As she lay back against the desktop, cum was drooling out of her wide open hole like someone had left a faucet turned on. As she struggled to sit up, a white stream gushed out of her pussy and ran down her long legs, coating her black heels. The cameras were still rolling and Carrie brushed up next to the desk, grabbed Debra's head, and slid her tongue into Debra's mouth. Debra had just received the fucking of her life,and yet her cunt now felt empty...it needed to be filled. As if reading her mind (and knowing that the script was wide open as far as the sex scenes were concerned), Carrie/Angie slid two fingers into Debra's soaked hole. Feeling absolutely no resistance, Carrie looked between Debra's legs and discovered that her pussy was now a wide-stretched hole. As if by instinct, Carrie cupped all five fingers together and without warning jammed her entire fist up into Debra's cunt. Surprised by the sudden intrusion, Debra almost bit Carrie's tongue in two, but she didn't object...she groaned, "oh my God, fuck my pussy." Carrie closed her hand into a fist and drove it up into Debra's cunt, well past her wrist. With her fist still closed, she began to ream Debra's pussy. Faster and harder she fist-fucked her friend, watching Debra's huge tits flopping around aimlessly. Debra leaned back on the desk, supporting herself with her hands as Carrie slammed her fist up into her belly. Carrie used her other hand to rub Debra's engorged clit, and Debra convulsed as her pussy gripped Carrie's fist and tried to suck it in deeper. Carrie attempted to increase and prolong Debra's orgasm by opening and closing her fist and wiggling her fingers around inside Debra's canal...and she succeeded. Debra's body thrashed on the desktop, the cuffs digging into her ankle flesh. She tried to scream but only nonsensical sounds came from her throat, and a long, low moan, "ahhhhhhhhhh," as she continued to cum around Carrie's wrist. When Carrie withdrew her hand from Debra's hole, it was completely covered with the cum of eleven people. She held it up to Debra's reddened face, and Debra began to lick Carrie's fingers. One by one she sucked them into her mouth and licked them clean, like she was licking the icing off a spoon. She remembered reading somewhere that everyone's semen has a distinct taste, but when the spunk of ten men are mixed together, it all tastes the same. Finished cleaning Carrie's hand, Debra lay back on the desk top, her head bending over the end. Carrie/Angie walked up to that side of the desk, stood in front of Debra's head, spread her legs, and announced, "oh no bitch, we're not done yet. It's payback time...eat my pussy." Debra did not have much experience with other women, but the pheromones were coursing through her body in such abundance that she probably would have agreed to any sexual act at this point; no matter how depraved. It was strange looking at Carrie's pussy with her head upside down, but now that it was thrust right in her face; she was intrigued by the organ. Debra could not believe how long Carrie's labia were; she wondered if Carrie would be offended if she tried to tie them in a knot. She grasped then in each hand and stretched them far out to the sides of Carrie's slit. Debra nearly giggled when she thought that Carrie's cunt looked like someone's mouth, and the cunt lips like a handlebar moustache. She used her thumbs to spread Carrie's hole wide open and it was then that the musky aroma emanating from Carrie's cunt began to drive her wild. Debra found the scent absolutely intoxicating, and she thrust her face up into Carrie's slit until her mouth and nose were covered by Carrie's lips like a gas mask. Carrie's long lips acted like flaps covering Debra's face. As she held her open and breathed in, Debra extended her tongue as far up Carrie's tunnel as she could., flicking it back and forth. "Holy fuck," groaned Carrie as Debra's tongue lapped up her juices. For someone who had limited lesbian experience, Debra was proving to be an expert cunt-licker. Her knees feeling weak, Carrie began to actually sit on Debra's face, momentarily suffocating her. Continuing to lick the inside of her juicy pussy, Debra had to push upward on Carrie's round ass to maintain breathing room. The ten members of the biker gang were all spectators as Carrie squatted on Debra's drenched face. While her pussy was being licked clean, Carrie reached out and began to knead the soft bags on Debra's chest. She rolled Debra's gumdrop nipples between her fingers and pinched them viciously, making Debra groan. In turn, Debra thrust the index and middle fingers of both hands up into Carrie's pussy, still lapping up the juices as they dripped out. As Debra finger-fucked her, she drew Carrie's impossibly long lips into her mouth and sucked on them. When she pinched Carrie's nub between her thumbs, the most amazing thing happened: Carrie's cunt turned into a squirt-gun, gushing her orgasm and soaking Debra's face. Carrie screamed, "that's it you tight ass bitch, suck my pussy." Duke tapped Angie/Carrie on the shoulder and she turned around and leaped onto his lap. Her aim was good and true as his huge cock disappeared up into her cunt, immediately impaling herself. With her legs wrapped around his waist and her arms around his neck, Carrie began to bounce up and down on his prodigious tool, her gigantic tits slapping against her chest. "Fuck me babe," she yelled in her familiar New York City accent, as he thrust up into her with every bounce. When she leaned into Duke, tightening her hold around his neck, her tits squished and flattened out against his chest and her ample ass presented an inviting target for one of the gang that was unnamed to Debra. As he approached the fucking duo, his cock waved in front of him like a big black pole. It was still slick with Debra's juices as he began to wedge his crown into Carrie's ass hole. Despite its size, it slipped past her sphincter ring with ease and he started to slide it up into her ass, making it obvious that Carrie was no stranger to anal sex.. Everybody Loves Raymond-Debra Acts Duke eased his hold on her legs, dropping her body onto the pole of his friend, completely impaling her on both cocks. "Oh that's good babe," Carrie/Angie dreamily stated, "just the way I like it." Her arms still clinging to Dukes neck, the unnamed gang member put his hands around her waist and assisted her in bouncing up and down on the two huge logs. They were disappearing up into her belly like magic; two feet of giant black cock spearing her holes. She threw her head back, nearly breaking the nose of the biker fucking her ass, and groaned, "oh fucking yeah," as her body quivered and her juices began to drip out around the pole in her pussy. Duke yelled at his fuck-partner, "alright ass hole, let's fill her up." As Carrie locked her ankles for a firmer grip on Duke's waist, the bikers rammed their huge poles up into her holes and began to pump her full of their seed. Carrie's ass jiggled as their cum flowed into her holes and she shrieked, "holy fuck." The rear biker was the first to withdraw, and then Duke duck-walked Carrie over to the desk and set her ass down next to Debra, before disengaging himself from her. Debra could tell Mark was focusing the camera on filming the cum drooling out of their holes. After a few seconds, Mark yelled, "cut. OK everyone lets break for re-hydration and to give everyone a chance to reload. Everyone remember exactly where you were so that we can keep continuity. If you wipe the perspiration off yourselves, remember to get a spritz of water before we resume filming. Dirk, would you and Angie(Carrie) mind staying for a couple of minutes, I would like to get one more shot of Ellen (Debra). I would like Angie to release her ankles from the cuffs and then I particularly want a close up shot of when she stands up." "Hey Ang," ordered Dirk (in character again), "let our special guest loose so we can get at her ass; I don't think she'll try to get away." Angie/ Carrie retrieved the cuff key from the desk drawer and proceeded to free Debra's ankles from their bonds. Dirk roughly grabbed her upper arm and helped her to stand in front of the desk. When she did, the cum of ten bikers gushed out of her cunt hole, covering her thighs and running down her legs in a steady stream. Sticky white fluid ran all the way down her wonderful legs and dripped onto her black heels. Debra had been laying in such an awkward position for so long that she wobbled on her high heels, and Dirk held her tightly. Dirk escorted her over to the vacant jail cell, adjacent to the one where the sheriff lay still unconscious, and sat her down on the cell's cot, stating, "now the real fun begins bitch." Mark then stopped shooting, and everyone took a short break. Debra joined Carrie in downing a large bottle of water, and confided in her, "until I started doing these assignments for Sheila, I never realized how great it felt to be fucked by a huge cock." Carrie agreed, "I know what you mean Deb, I would almost do this for free...almost." They both laughed heartily and returned to the set, where Debra took her place sitting on the side of the cot. Dirk approached her, his log extending in front of him like some kind of long "feeler." He fake slapped her face and announced, "I've been wanting to fuck those jugs since you walked in here," as he reached out and roughly rubbed her magnificent tits. He lay his pole in the valley between them and forced them together, creating a fleshy tunnel for his cock. Still glistening with her juices (actually it was lube applied off-camera), he began to slide his cock up and down between her twin globes. The contrast between his dark black pole and her creamy white tits was incredibly erotic as he fucked her them. She instinctively reached up and fondled his scrotum, playing with his balls. On every up-stroke, she would lick the pre-cum off his cock-slit as his prick slapped her face. After only a few strokes, the tip of his cock began squirting ropes of cum all over her face, chin and chest. She guessed that these professional adult film actors must take Viagra or something, because his cock never went soft, but remained rock hard. While she was wiping his cum off her face with her fingers and sucking them into her mouth, Dirk was sitting down on the cot next to her. As she glanced to her side she could see Carrie bent over the desk, her huge tits squished against the desk-top, getting her ass reamed by one of the unnamed bikers. Dirk's giant cock; and it really was the largest she had ever seen; was still hard and he was grasping it in his fist and pointing it at the ceiling. Two of the other bikers, following unspoken orders, put their hands under each of her thighs and lifted her straight up in the air. They poised her body directly over Dirks lap, facing away from him, and then began to lower her onto his tree-trunk. Dirk held his pole in place until his crown was firmly wedged between her slit, and then the two bikers just let her body drop onto his lap in one motion; instantly impaling her on his monster. Debra's head fell back and she just moaned, "mmmmmm," as she savored the feeling of his cock deep inside her belly. Not wasting a second, he began to slam his huge cock up into her pussy, as she put her hands on his knees for balance. Dirk grasped her magnificent tits in his oversized hands and began to roughly squeeze them, while pulling her body back against his. Hacksaw quickly approached between their outstretched legs with his ten inch "soda-can" leading the way. He bent his knees and nudged his crown against her slick slit, the underside of his cock rubbing against Dirk's. Debra was apprehensive because she already had the largest cock she had ever seen inside her and now Hacksaw was going to attempt to add probably the widest cock she had ever seen. She realized she had already been stretched by ten men, so she just tried to relax and stared down between her legs as Hacksaw used his thumbs to spread her lips ever farther apart. Pushing and cork-screwing his immense cock against her opening, his head finally gained entrance; and when it did he just kept right on pushing, stuffing his thick monster up inside her pussy. "Oh my fucking God," Debra screamed, as it felt like two fists were penetrating her. She could actually feel every inch of her canal being stretched as they violated her. When they began to fuck her totally stretched cunt together, she just groaned, "fuck me...oh my God, just fuck me." The bikers standing around as spectators waiting for their turn, couldn't believe this amateur's cunt could stretch wide enough to accommodate the two monster cocks now inside her. Dirk and Hacksaw continued to slam their freakish cocks up into Debra's juicy cunt, their balls slapping against her body with every violent thrust. They were fucking her with all their strength and her pussy was making squishy sounds as they jammed their massive meat into her. Fucking her simultaneously, it was like having one monstrous horse-cock slamming into her cunt. Debra imagined a wooden fence post being shoved up her pussy; and yet if felt exquisite. She wiggled her ass on Dirk's lap and jammed her pelvis forward to meet their strokes as their gigantic poles invaded her cunt. At that moment, nothing else in the world existed except her pussy, and the two black cocks buried inside it. Her entire body twitched and jerked as she came again and again, further lubricating her stuffed tunnel. Thomas wanted to slide his foot-long into her mouth, but recognizing her convulsions, was afraid she may not be able to control her bite reflex at the moment. Feeling her cunt muscles convulse around their cocks, Dirk and Hacksaw rammed up into her belly and began to erupt their loads, flooding her cunt with their hot seed. Debra was beyond the point of verbalizing now, and her mouth just hung open as her body thrashed between them. After unloading inside her, Dirk and Hacksaw withdrew their still hard cocks, leaving a gaping hole between Debra's legs. Her pussy was so wide open that it looked like you could jam your fist up there and she may not even feel it. Except for the stream of white liquid drooling out of her hole, the inside of her cunt was the most vivid shade of pink they had ever seen. Duke had sat on the cot beside Dirk and Henry approached Debra, urged her to stand and turn around so she was facing Duke, and then placed his hands under her armpits. He lifted her petite body straight up in the air like she was a doll and poised her over Duke's lap. She accommodated them by spreading her marvelous legs until she was straddling Duke's thighs. Duke held his pole so it was pointing straight up and Henry began to lower her naked body onto it. Her hole was so wide open that aim was not really a major factor, and as soon as Duke's crown lined up with her slit, Henry simply let go. She was immediately speared with Duke's log as her body sat on his lap. She extended her legs until her feet touched the floor, and began to raise herself up and down, fucking herself on his huge black cock. Her magnificent tits flopped up and down on her chest, slapping against her sweaty body. Duke put his arms around her and drew her down into his chest as Henry positioned himself behind her. He held his soda-can thick cock (a twin of Hacksaw's) in his hand and nudged the purple crown against Debra's exposed ass hole. This was one hole that had not yet been stretched, and he had a difficult time gaining entrance. He attempted to spread her round ass cheeks farther as he pushed steadily forward. Finally overcoming the resistance, his crown broke through her sphincter ring and wedged itself in her ass. Slowly he pushed forward, penetrating inch by inch her tight anal cavity until he was completely inside her ass; his balls resting against her cheeks. Having something this large buried in her ass actually made her cunt tighter, and the sensation was incredible for Debra. When they began to withdraw their giant pricks simultaneously, it was like her insides were being sucked out in a vacuum, and as they scraped every nerve ending in her adjacent holes the sensation was indescribably wonderful. She breathlessly groaned, "oh my God...fuck my holes...fuck me...jam your fucking cocks in me," as she raised her feet off the floor and threw them around Duke's body. Henry and Duke started to fuck her holes as fast as they could, bouncing her up and down on Duke's lap. Debra was utterly and completely stuffed with hard black cock and she felt like she was in heaven. "That feels so fucking good," she moaned as they pummeled her cunt and ass. Two other bikers stood on either side of Duke, and Debra, as if by reflex, reached out with her hands, grasped their poles, and began to stroke them. Outside the cell, Carrie/Angie was on her knees giving blow jobs to three bikers at the same time. Duke and Henry were literally reaming Debra's holes as they fucked her nonstop. "This bitch has one tight ass," Henry confessed to Duke. "She won't when we're done with her...she'll need diapers," laughed Duke as he drove his cock into her pussy. Debra was finding it difficult to concentrate on the poles in her hands while getting double-fucked, so she increased her tempo and her grip. This had the desired effect as the two bikers jerked their cocks from her grip and began to spray their cum on each side of her face. She turned her head first one way, then the other, as she tried to catch as much of their spunk in her mouth as possible. Henry suddenly rammed his soda-can deep up her ass and began to pump her butt full of his hot liquid. He withdrew and spurted onto the pale, smooth skin of her back before surprising her and without warning bent his knees and stuffed his cock directly into her already full cunt. As he pushed her down onto Duke's chest, Henry joined Duke in fucking her stretched out pussy. Once again Debra had two absolutely enormous cocks in her pussy, and she wanted more. As if reading her mind, Carrie, covered from head to toe in jism, appeared by her side with a cop's nightstick in her hand. She kneeled down beside Henry's legs and poised the nightstick at the entrance to Debra's cunt. Carrie twirled the black polystyrene stick and slowly slid it up into Debra's pussy alongside Duke and Henry's cocks. Debra actually saw silver stars in front of her eyes and she was on the verge of losing consciousness as a third black cock was stuffed into her cunt. "Ahhhhhhh," she shrieked, "oh my fucking God... fuck my cunt." And they followed her direction: the two monster actual cocks and the ultra-smooth fake one began to slide in and out of her pussy in unison. Carrie had a close up view as Debra's cunt lips were drawn out of her pussy on the withdrawal, and then disappeared up inside her when they thrust in. It was really incredible watching three huge black logs being stuffed up into Debra's belly. Debra's cunt hole was being stretched obscenely wide by the three black logs, as Carrie grasped the nightstick dildo with her left hand and reached around Debra's belly with the right. Using her index finger and thumb, she began to twirl and pinch Debra's fully engorged clit. To Debra it felt like her cunt was on fire as she shuddered and screamed, "holy fucking shit...fuck me...fuck the shit out of me." It was fortunate that there was no script to follow because Debra's entire consciousness was focused in her cunt. The sensation of having nearly three feet of cock inside her pussy was something Debra would never be able to describe. Carrie had never seen anything like it, and wondered if Debra's cunt would ever be normal again. Duke and Henry continued to drill their monster cocks into her pussy as Carrie met their strokes with the nightstick, thrusting it twelve inches deep into Debra's belly. Debra was in a constant state of orgasm and her head rolled around on her shoulders and she felt her cunt spasm around their cocks. She had cum so many times that her body was now like a limp rag as they fucked her sopping hole. Simultaneously, their giant poles jerked inside her and it was as if someone had turned on a hose, as they spurted their juices against her cervix. Carrie withdrew the nightstick and cum dribbled out of Debra's hole from the vacant space. She began to lick the sides of the nightstick like a lollipop while Henry withdrew his pole and lifted Debra up and off Duke's prick. He sat her on the cot next to Duke, a dazed look on her face and her legs splayed far apart as another of the bikers quickly jammed his fist up her wide open hole, his arm sliding half way to his elbow inside her cunt. Debra looked down between her legs at the huge arm sticking in her pussy and her body quivered as the biker began rapidly fist fucking her. Two other bikers sat on either side of her and began to suck and nibble on her gumdrop nipples as the stimulation overwhelmed her. The arm fucking her cunt glistened with the cum of the previous invaders, and Debra just dropped her head back against the wall and moaned, "oh... my... God." The two bikers beside her stood and jerked their black logs until they spurted their sticky semen all over her heaving chest, coating her incredible tits She massaged her own tits, rubbing their gobs of cum into her pale skin as she felt fingers flex inside her. Raising her feet up off the floor and placing them on the edge of the cot, she spread her legs even farther. The biker fisting her pussy leaned forward and began to bite down on her clit as he increased the speed of his arm slamming into her cunt. Debra's body trembled as her orgasms just continued to roll through her body in waves. When he finally completely withdrew his fist, Debra's body slumped down on the cot like she was melting. Her cunt looked like you could use her as a hole on a miniature golf course. Recognizing that she really was in need of a break, Mark called for the lunch break and nearly everyone quickly gathered some clothes and left the set area. Carrie, still wearing her unbuttoned vest, sat next to Debra on the cot and began to wipe some of the sperm from her body with a prop towel that was hanging next to the cell's toilet. Mark brought them bottles of water and asked if he could get them anything. Debra, finally smiling and seeming fully aware, responded jokingly, "just a nice, big, hard cock." Mark laughed heartily and answered, "there will be plenty of them after lunch." By the end of the filming day, Debra had been fucked in every hole by countless yards of huge, black cock. Her stomach was full of protein rich sperm, and her holes were so sore that she had trouble walking normally. Knowing that the kids would be staying at Marie's for the night, and that Ray would be home late; Debra planned to go home, soak in a hot tub and get to sleep before Ray got home. Before leaving the warehouse, she reminded Mark that if he ever needed a middle-aged housewife again, to be sure and have Sheila call her. (Thank you for reading my story. It's not perfect, but hope you had some fun. Please keep the comments and story suggestions coming.) Everybody Loves Raymond: Debra and the Lodge (fictional story about fictional characters in the public domain) Frank's (her father) lodge buddy Garvin had presented her with a business proposition and a desperate Debra had reluctantly accepted it. The taxes on the lodge building had skyrocketed and the lodge members were in danger of losing it. They needed to raise a lot of money quickly and Garvin had come up with the best suggestion: since it was an all male club; they would charge top dollar; sell tickets to members and their friends; and hire an exotic dancer for the night. One of Garvin's buddies from the Army booked and managed "adult" shows in the tri-state area, and had guaranteed a fair fee. Ticket sales had produced enough money for the taxes and everything was set until the day before the show when the featured performer had gotten into a car accident and broken her leg. Now Garvin and John (the show's manager) were desperate to quickly find a replacement. The first woman Garvin thought of was Debra. All the lodge members lusted after her and she had often helped out with party's. When he approached Debra, Garvin assured her all she had to do was strip down to some skimpy underwear, and do a couple of suggestive dances in her lingerie. Normally, of course, Debra would have laughed at his proposition, but she was desperately in need of fast cash. With Ray (her NY Newsday sportswriter husband) often out of town covering some sporting event; and the kids in school and activities; Debra had become increasingly bored and had discovered online gambling. It had started innocently enough as a way to pass time but, like so many internet activities, it had quickly gotten out of control and obsessive. She now had reached her limit on her credit cards from replenishing her gaming account. She couldn't let Ray ; or worse yet, her bitch of a mother Marie; find out, so she had agreed to perform. Things had come together perfectly : Ray was out of town covering the Knicks; her NYPD Sergeant brother-in-law Robert was working that night; and Frank was so pissed that Garvin was getting all the credit and praise for saving the lodge that he wouldn't set foot in the hall "unless Hell froze over." Marie had agreed to baby sit while Debra attended a "PTA meeting, and went out for coffee with some of the other parents." Debra didn't even feel bad about lying to Marie. Garvin was overjoyed when Debra agreed to his proposal. He never let on that there was no way people would have paid the exorbitant amount the tickets cost for just a strip-tease. John had assured him that he had handled these situations before and the show would go off without a hitch. Debra found herself much more excited than apprehensive that night as she dressed for the "PTA meeting." She figured that as long as these men were going to see her in her underwear...she might as well tease them real good. She selected her sheerest black lace underwear. The skimpy bra barely contained her magnificent 38D cup breasts , and her large brown areola and nipples were actually visible if you looked closely enough. Her tits would jiggle nicely, she thought to herself. The matching bikini panties just barely concealed the bright red landing strip she kept trimmed right above her slit; but left her firm, round ass completely exposed. She assured herself, "if those old lechers can still get a hard-on, there is going to be plenty of wood tonight." She covered the black lace with a conservative blouse and skirt. As she left the house, she felt exhilarated and sexy. John had finished setting out a few simple props and was now awaiting the arrival of his new star. Without his featured performer, he knew the show would be much more difficult to stage; so he just hoped this Debra that Garvin had hired was a looker. No matter how good the show was, the audience would never be happy if the girl wasn't beautiful. Garvin had said she was a 30's housewife with long red hair and large breasts, so John was optimistic. When Debra arrived at the lodge she was surprised to find the parking lot full; a rare occurrence for a lodge whose membership had been dwindling. She parked next to the building and went in through the side kitchen entrance ..she really didn't want to mingle before dancing; she was nervous enough. Garvin greeted her with a huge smile and open arms, "woo hoo...Debra's here!" He pulled Debra to the side and informed her that for the fee they had charged for the tickets; she was going to have to do more than just a simple strip-tease. She would have to strip totally naked and maybe perform a little self-gratification ; possibly with a toy. She was totally shocked and outraged; blood rushing to her head; as she responded, " you old lecher; you must be crazy if you think I'm going to do anything like that." She turned to leave, when she heard Garvin say, "we'll give you a bigger cut of the money." Normally she would have just stormed out; but just that afternoon, two collection agencies had called her house threatening to send collectors right to her house if she didn't pay the complete balance on her cards. She was desperate, and she knew Garvin had said the magic words. She thought to herself, "what's the worst that could happen..most of the men in the audience probably weren't even members of the lodge; and she would never see them again. Bottom line: she needed the money! She responded to Garvin in the only way she could; given the circumstances; "alright, I'll do it; but I'm not doing it sober. You're going to have to delay the show a few minutes while I deaden my senses." Even though the lodge had lost it's liquor-license; Debra knew that they kept a few bottles hidden for the members. She made a beeline for the cabinet where they were hidden, and selected a liter bottle of scotch. She was not a drinker of hard alcohol; she could barely hold a couple glasses of wine; but this was an exceptional occasion. She didn't even bother to look for a glass; unscrewing the top and putting the bottle directly to her lips. The liquid burned her throat as she poured it straight down; not wanting to even taste it. She must have downed half the bottle before coming up for air. Since she hadn't eaten anything for hours; she reasoned she would be feeling the effects momentarily. Since she was not used to liquor; she would probably be lucky if she didn't pass our completely. Garvin observed all this, then introduced her to John and said, "I'll tell everyone you're here." As he went through the swinging doors, Debra glanced out and saw that the room was completely packed with men. Most were old lodge geezers,and luckily there were many she didn't recognize and figured they were friends or relatives of members. She noticed that they had erected a makeshift stage complete with a stripper's pole, and there was a small bench with what looked like a folded blanket on it. John looked Debra up and down; shook her hand; and told her that if she needed to change, the bathroom was all clean. She had applied some bright red lipstick inn the car and told him, "no, my only prop is here in my purse." She proceeded to withdraw a pair of red high heels which she reasoned would make her already shapely legs look even better. John remarked, "the sexy suburban housewife look...it could work." "Don't worry Debra," he assured her, "I've helped dozens of amateurs get through this. You just relax; let yourself go; and tease the Hell out of them." John signaled to Garvin, and Garvin did his best Ed McMahon impression as he shouted to the crowd, "heeeeres Debra!" As Debra emerged from the kitchen, the roar from all those men in that packed room was almost deafening. She strutted across the stage in her heels and yelled, "Hi boys!" John pushed a button on a huge boom-box and blasted music through the room. It was an old "stripper song" and the words swirled through Debra's head: " hey big spender...." She strutted to the center of the stage; faced the audience; swayed with the music; and started to unbutton her blouse. After the first two buttons, her mammoth cleavage was revealed and the whistles started. Debra was feeling good as she un tucked her blouse; finished unbuttoning it; and flashed it open several times. She swayed as she eased the blouse off her left arm, then her right. As she waved the blouse over her head , her massive breasts bounced and jiggled in their black lace. She did a couple turns as she eased the zipper on her skirt down farther and farther. She stopped, stood straight, and let go of her skirt. It slid slowly down her wonderful taut legs, and when it reached the floor, she stepped out of it and kicked it aside. Now only her most private parts were concealed and she had never felt more excited. Debra twirled around the pole, and with her back to the audience, bent over from the waist and touched the floor. In this position there was only a thin strip of lace, running up her ass crack, separating her from the audience. Her firm, round cheeks were in full display, and they were wonderful. She actually reached back and spanked herself. Debra felt so sexy ,and moisture was forming between her legs, as she stood up and started swaying again. The deal had been a couple dances in her underwear, right, thought Debra...but everyone was shouting "more" and she felt an inexplicable desire and compulsion to accommodate them. She had no way of knowing that the drugs had taken over her subconscious making her susceptible to any suggestion. She decided to give them their money's worth, and with her back still to the crowd; she reached behind her; undid her bra clasp; slid the straps down her arms; and tossed it aside. She then extended her arms to the side and twirled around, exposing her magnificent tits to the audience. She swayed back and forth and her "twins" bounced and swayed like they had minds of their own. The crowd went wild and kept screaming for "more." Debra felt like all her inhibitions had left her body and her crotch was damp, as she felt herself reaching for the waistband of her panties. She hooked her thumbs under the lace; pulled her panties down over her hips; and let them drift to the floor. The suburban housewife was now completely nude (except for the red heels) in front of a roomful of men; and she was magnificently beautiful. The cheering was so loud, Debra actually curtsied before twirling around the pole and strutting back and forth across the stage. She was uncontrollably horny as she started to fondle her own breasts. All her inhibitions and basically all her free-will had been taken away by the scotch , as she pinched her own gum-drop sized nipples. She stood, legs apart, on stage as she reached her right hand down between her legs; cupped her pussy mound; and ran her middle finger all the way up the entire length of her slit. Debra thought to herself, "oh my God I am so fucking horny...I need something, anything, inside me now." John had crossed the stage and was spreading a blanket beside Debra. He whispered something in her ear as he helped her sit down on the blanket; and then spread out a rolled-up towel he had brought with him. Inside the towel was a bottle of lube and a clear, double-headed dildo about 18 inches long. He squirted lube on the length of the dong and left the stage. The blanket was fleece and Debra couldn't believe how soft and plush it felt against her bare ass. She now felt disoriented and was able to focus on only one thing at a time. To Debra, the audience did not even exist, and the only thing that presently mattered was the fire between her legs. She sat facing the audience; spread her legs wide; raised and bent her knees; reached down with both hands and hooked her fingers inside her cunt lips. She then proceeded to spread her cunt open as wide as she could get it, until her hole was completely open. It was like she was trying to look inside of it. Everyone in the audience could see pink and were cheering wildly. This included Garvin, who had started a video camera at the side of the stage . A few months ago he would have never condoned this show, but then Debra had found out the lodge members only wanted her around so they could ogle her "caboose." She had been livid; scolded them like little children; and had since acted superior...this was their revenge. The video would serve two purposes: one was that Garvin had always wanted to see Debra naked and he would be able to relive this moment forever; and provide him with extortion material in case she changed her mind after the show and tried to say she was forced . Onstage, Debra had caught sight of the dildo and knew just what to do with it. She let her pussy close up and grasped the artificial cock in both hands. It was already slick, but she knew she didn't need that because her own juices were leaking out of her cunt and soaking the blanket. Her cunt felt like it was burning and she needed relief, so; in one motion, she positioned the head of the dildo at the entrance to her slit and, with both hands, jammed it as deep inside her pussy as it would go until it hit her cervix. She threw her head back, screamed , and started convulsing...cum pouring out around the dildo and streaming down her ass cheeks. She released the plastic cock and started to pinch her nipples. It was quite a sight: an absolutely gorgeous, completely naked woman, with 5 inches of a clear dildo sticking out of her totally bald pussy; fondling her massive and marvelous breasts, writhing around on stage completely oblivious to her surroundings. But to Debra, this still wasn't enough...she needed more. She grasped the end of the dildo with her left hand and began to thrust it in and out of her cunt as hard and fast as she could. With her right hand, she reached down and started to pinch her jellybean sized clit. Garvin, and every other audience member were completely silent and mesmerized, as they all stroked their cocks through their pants. The flash of cameras and cell phones seemed to be constant. Debra was in a constant state of orgasm as she continued to fuck the dildo deep inside her cunt. Sweat was pouring from her forehead and she finally lay back exhausted. She was still horny as hell, but she felt so tired. Her arms and legs felt heavy and she was just totally relaxed. John had seen this reaction many times and the timing was perfect. The scotch had taken effect and she would be totally compliant now. As a spent Debra lay there with the dildo still protruding from her pussy, John again approached her onstage; to the "boos" from the feverish audience. He retrieved the towel and wiped the perspiration from Debra's face and magnificent chest. With his glove hands, he then gently slid the fake cock out of her cunt and wrapped it in the towel... Garvin had told him he planned to auction it off at the end of the night. John then reached for the special bench; which resembled a workout bench, and was padded; and positioned it center stage. He helped an alcohol induced, dazed Debra to stand; folded and spread the blanket on the bench; and assisted Debra in lying back on it. He positioned her spread legs on each side of the bench, and couldn't help admiring her marvelous body. She put up no resistance and just offered a blank stare as he squirted her pussy mound with lube; although after her workout, she really didn't need it. The scotch had taken full effect now, and she was barely conscious; all her inhibition now removed. John turned to the crowd and announced, "and now for the audience participation portion of the show!" As the audience cheered and clapped, John disappeared into the supply room just offstage; and when he emerged he was carrying a large bowl filled with ticket stubs. AS the audience members had arrived, half of each ticket had been placed in the bowl; and now numbers would be drawn to indicate the order in which they got to sample "the main attraction." AS the numbers were drawn, a line formed down the aisle next to the outside wall. The first lucky participant was an old lodge geezer named Herb. As he approached the prone Debra on stage he was already fishing his wrinkled cock out of his pants. She looked up; saw the worm-like penis dangling by her head; and opened her mouth like a baby bird anticipating being fed. She sucked his still flaccid cock into her mouth and appeared to be trying to swallow him whole. After a couple of minutes of this vacuum-like suction, he finally achieved a hard-on. Herb threw his head back and his eyes rolled back in his head as he enjoyed Debra's mouth. The second man called was a stranger and resembled a construction worker as he climbed onto the stage impatiently. As he got near the bench; his boots,socks,jeans and boxers went flying and every other man in the room inhaled when they saw the weapon hanging between his legs. His already erect cock bobbed in front of him like a third arm. It had to have been thirteen inches long and as thick as some of their forearms. The truly amazing aspect was the head, which was the size of an orange. It was what many would have labeled a "horse-cock." He positioned himself between Debra's wide-spread legs; reached forward with both hands; spread her cunt lips apart as wide as possible; nudged his cock-head between her slit; and in one violent thrust, jammed the entire length of his monster cock deep into Debra's belly. If she hadn't been so well lubricated already; and in such a dazed state; she probably would have screamed out in pain; but she just glanced down and continued to suck on her "worm." Everyone else in the room gasped at the sight. His cock was so huge that her stomach actually looked swollen. The stranger had no intention of making love to Debra; he wanted to fuck her for all she was worth. He began to withdraw and jam his log into her with all his strength. He was punishing her cunt with his battering cock. As he withdrew, her cunt lips clung to his cock, before being jammed back inside her. He continued to hammer into Debra's pussy until sweat was pouring from his forehead. Two other lodge members came up onstage and each began to suck on one of Debra's wonderful nipples, as they massaged her flattened out tits. Herb finally reached orgasm and dribbled his cum down her throat before immediately going limp. Debra just lay there, apparently oblivious to her situation, as another stranger approached, and jammed his cock past her lipstick-coated lips. The monstrous cock stretching her cunt exploded deep inside her, flooding her pussy with semen. As the construction worker's cock slipped out of Debra; it was Garvin's turn. His preference was anal; so everyone else stopped enjoying Debra while they got her to turn over on her stomach. The two that had been munching on her nipples, wrapped her hands around their cocks and instinct seemed to take over as she began jerking them off. Garvin squirted some lube on her ass crack; spread her truly firm, and outstanding cheeks apart; nudged his cock-head into her tight anus; and pushed forward with steady pressure. He popped past her sphincter muscle and rammed his cock, balls-deep, into her ass hole. "Take that, you stuck-up bitch," he muttered through his teeth. As Garvin continued to saw into her ass, and she steadily jerked the other two cocks; another stranger tried to jam his prick down her throat, as she tilted her head sideways. Garvin smiled at the camera he had set up, as he furiously fucked Debra's ass. It didn't take him long to spurt his seed inside her as he withdrew and tried to jerk a few drops on her back. The next two were strangers and they said they had an idea for something different. They all helped Debra stand, as they removed the blanket from the bench and spread it on the floor again. One of the men lay on the blanket with his sizable cock pointing straight at the ceiling as two other men assisted Debra in straddling the man on the blanket. They proceeded to lower her body until his hard cock was poised at the entrance to her pussy, and then they let her fall; impaling herself on his pole. Then they lay her back so that she was laying on his chest. She was quite a sight laying on top of this stranger; his cock deep inside her pussy and her magnificent tits flattened out on her chest as she just stared at the ceiling. Everybody Loves Raymond: Debra and the Lodge The second man also straddled the first man and kneeled down between both pair of legs. Several of the audience members gasped their approval as the second men placed his cock above the first cock; also at the entrance of Debra's pussy. He used his thumbs to attempt to spread her pussy lips even wider; and he began to push forward into her cunt along side the first cock. It was slow, and incredibly sensuous, as he steadily inserted a second cock deep inside Debra's pussy. When they were both fully inside her; they stopped and marveled at how wet her cunt was. They gradually began to withdraw and thrust into her in unison. It was absolutely incredible to watch. Debra was being double-fucked and her tremendous tits were flopping around on her chest like water balloons. While she was being spread apart by two cocks; she was simultaneously administering two hand jobs and a blow-job; seemingly by instinct. Over the next two hours, Debra's body was used and abused in every imaginable way. She probably serviced a mile of cock; and swallowed a quart of cum. Knowing that the effects of the scotch would soon begin to wear off; John suggested that they "call it a night." As John assisted Debra in standing, semen poured out of her cunt onto the floor like a flood. Her pussy no longer resembled a slit...it was now a wide open hole. As Garvin tended to the crowd, John helped Debra into the kitchen where her clothes awaited. He used a towel to wipe her pussy (which was finally starting to resemble a slit) and legs, and helped her get dressed. He almost felt sympathy for this truly beautiful housewife, but this is how he made a living and he would never have to see her again. Garvin's plan was to let Debra sleep for an hour and then drive her home in her car, where John would pick him up. Garvin would tell Marie that Debra had stopped at the lodge on her way home from the coffeehouse ; where she must have gotten food poisoning; and asked him to drive her home because she didn't feel well enough. John had assured Garvin that she would be terribly sore in the morning, and she would know something had happened at the lodge; but would have absolutely no idea exactly what. With the video in hand, Garvin had assured himself that he would suffer no repercussions. As Debra lay on a table sleeping in the lodge's kitchen; Garvin slid his hand up under her skirt and jammed two fingers inside her pussy. He wanted to spread her legs and fuck her, but the liquor was starting to wear off, so he resisted. He smiled at what a success the evening had been. If the lodge ever desperately needed to raise funds again, maybe Debra would agree to help. He was now sure men would stand in line to "pull the train" on his favorite suburban housewife. (feedback, positive or negative, is encouraged and welcome) Everybody Loves Raymond: Debra Does Christmas (fictional story about fictional characters) * Debra Barone loved Christmas, and was usually very adept at selecting just the right gift for every person on her list...she was famous for it. But this year she seemed to draw a blank when it came to the Barone men. Her, NY Newsday sports columnist, husband Ray seemed to have everything he wanted; and if he didn't, he went out and purchased it himself. Her brother Robert, an NYPD sergeant, was an enigma when it came to what he wanted for Christmas...not one hint. She had given him impersonal gifts in the past, such as clothing or gift certificates; but she really adored the gentle-giant and desired to give him something special this year. Frank, her boorish father-in-law, did not seem to need or enjoy much of anything. He already had a TV and a sofa; and his wife Marie was a great cook (a fact she never tired of reminding Debra). The Barone's were an odd bunch. Ray had gotten his parents a subscription to the "fruit-of-the-month" club, and Marie had freaked out. All she could do was complain about "too much fruit"..."we can buy our own"..."you mean there will be more every month." They were just bizarre, and now Debra was one of them. She shouldn't have cared so much about their presents; but she valued her reputation as the ultimate gift-giver. She was certain that she would think of the perfect Christmas present, but as the holiday grew near, she continued to draw a blank. She bought them a few, small unremarkable gifts; but nothing that had the "wow" factor. Maybe, she thought disappointedly, she had finally "lost it" as a gift-giver. Deciding not to let it spoil her holiday, she vowed to just forget about it, and enjoy Christmas with her family. On Christmas morning the twins (Michael and Geoffrey) and their daughter Ally, were up bright and early opening the gifts "Santa" had brought. They soon exhausted themselves and Debra herded them upstairs to settle them down for a long winter's nap before dinner with their grandparents. Frank, Marie, and Robert were due to arrive soon to exchange gifts, and Debra wanted to hurry downstairs to straighten the living room, so that Marie wouldn't have more than usual to complain about. As she was descending the stairs she saw Ray in the living room, giving the carpet the "once over" with the carpet sweeper. As he swept up stray Christmas tree needles ,he was singing ( badly), a Christmas carol; and wearing a plain white T-shirt coupled with a garish pair of holiday boxers, a Santa hat perched on his head. He looked so cute that Debra approached him, put her arms around his neck, and gave him a big, deep French kiss. He was so startled that he almost recoiled, and then reciprocated the kiss; before breaking off and remarking, "what are you doing...my parents will be here soon." She licked her ruby red lips saying, " I don't know, you were just so cute sweeping; being all helpful, and domestic." He replied, "so that's what does it for you...me sweeping the carpet. Well I hope you're proud of yourself; now you've activated the launch sequence, with my parents due any minute." She glanced down and saw that he had an erection and it was producing a tent in his boxers. A devilish grin crossed her face as she dropped to her knees in front of him, saying, "well I guess I'll just have to do something about that; and if I know you, it won't take very long." Debra reached both hands up, grasped the waistband of his festive shorts, and swiftly yanked them down, causing his cock to wave in front of him. It wasn't very impressive at only about six inches (and that was when he measured it from the bottom), but the crown was quite large, and it usually satisfied Debra. A grinning Ray warned her, "heh,you better watch out; you'll shoot your eye out." When she wrapped the fingers of her right hand around it, it was already rock hard. While staring up at him, locking eyes, she flicked out her tongue and licked the very tip of his cock-slit. It throbbed in her hand, and she felt a sense of power...like she had complete control of him in the palm of her hand; so to speak. She had put on lipstick in anticipation of hers arrival, and when she encircled his cock with her ruby red lips, it left a bright red ring around his manhood. She began to pump his cock with her hand as she suckled on the tip; running her tongue around the head like a dripping ice cream cone. Ray was in heaven...Debra gave head on extremely rare occasions; and he knew he wouldn't be able to last very long. He gazed gratefully down at her face, watching his cock slide into her mouth; and seeing her cheeks expand and contract as she sucked him. He knew he was a lucky man; and his beautiful wife had found the perfect Christmas gift for him. She fondled his balls with her left hand, and winked as she felt him tense, and then commence to spurt his seed into her mouth and down her throat. As his cock jerked in her mouth, the front door flew open, and Marie, Frank and Robert barged into the living room unannounced. A startled Ray immediately withdrew from her mouth, squirting her lips and chin with his sticky fluid. Marie reacted with shock, "oh my" and immediately turned away. "Jeez-aloo," exclaimed Frank, "I'll have what he's having...way to go Ray!" Ray hurriedly pulled up his boxers and grabbed a wreath from the chair to hold in front of his erection; but ended up actually hanging it on the protrusion. Robert, never looking away, merely stated, "we usually hang ours on the door." Debra could see the lust in his eyes as he watched her wipe her lips and chin with the back of her hand. Ray, trying to recover, remarked, "we weren't expecting you quite so soon." He helped Debra to her feet, whispering, "thanks for the perfect present." "Yeah, I guess not," answered Frank as he settled into the easy chair as if nothing had happened. Marie chimed in, "well, you might want to put some pants on so we can get on with Christmas." Being caught administering oral sex had mortified Debra, but Ray's remark struck a nerve, and made her consider her options..."the perfect present," she contemplated in her head. The remainder of the morning, everyone acted as if nothing out of the ordinary had happened; except that Debra caught Robert leering at her several times. This was actually not a new occurrence; as everyone in the family knew he had a crush on his sister. The family celebrated a great Christmas together, and even Marie was almost civilized. She had trusted Ray to get his brother a gift from the both of them, and he had disappointed , as usual...he gave Robert a sleeve of three golf balls. Robert gave Ray a remote controlled airplane, and they agreed that Robert should keep the plane at his place (which was his parents house). Marie gave Debra a hideous housecoat, just like her own, because she said she knew how much Debra envied it. Later that afternoon, Ray coaxed Frank to take the rest of the family across the street to his house for awhile so that he and Debra could have some "alone time." Again Debra felt humiliated, and seethed at Ray; but eventually got in the mood. Just as they were about to undress, Robert crashed the new plane through their bedroom window; and Debra went unsatisfied once again. After a nice dinner, everyone was exhausted from the long day, and retired to their own homes for the night. After all these years living across from hers, Debra knew their habits by heart. Robert would retire to his room and read before falling asleep. Frank would watch TV for awhile, then fall asleep in his chair; while Marie would tidy up her kitchen and go up to bed as soon as Frank dozed off. It was a pattern that repeated every single night...and one she was counting on. She had decided to give the Barone men a perfect Christmas gift. Ray fell asleep almost immediately after his head hit the pillow, and Debra eased herself out of bed; making sure he did not wake up. She went into the bathroom, removed her pajamas and underwear, and put on the housecoat Marie had given her as a gift. Donning some fuzzy slippers, she went quietly down the stairs, and left the house through the kitchen door. The cold night air funneling up inside her housecoat and making contact with her naked body, served to arouse her. There was a fresh coating of snow on everything, and the neighborhood resembled a winter wonderland. She found herself humming "Jingle Bells" as she tightened the housecoat around her nudity. Her nipples grew hard as she hurried across the street. She let herself in through their kitchen door, thinking, "why is it that the Barones never lock their kitchen doors?" After carefully sneaking past the snoring Frank, she swiftly and stealthily mounted the stairs, and carefully let herself into Robert's bedroom. Ray had told her once that Robert slept in the nude, and she found herself almost breathless with anticipation. As she closed the door behind her, Robert stirred, and seeing her housecoat, breathed almost unconsciously, " no thanks, Ma; I don't want any milk tonight." Not answering the semi-conscious Robert; Debra kicked off the slippers; let the robe fall to the floor revealing her nude body; pulled back the bed covers; and slipped into the bed with her back facing Robert's front. In the darkened room, she hadn't been able to see much; but she was certain Robert was indeed naked. In his drowsy state, Robert connected the hideous robe with the body...the warm naked body...now snuggling up against his naked body, and blurted out from his sleep induced stupor, "Jesus Ma, what the hell are you doing?" Time seemed to be moving in slow motion as he gradually processed the situation: this body was all warm and soft, with silky smooth skin...the scent he was smelling was not that of "Jean Nate" perfume; but that of strawberry scented body wash and shampoo. He knew that scent, and as he gradually regained consciousness, his mind screamed at him, "this is a naked Debra cuddling up in front of you...the woman you have had all those erotic dreams in this bed about!" She had nuzzled the entire length of her naked body up against Robert in a "spooning" position, and she felt like a child next to his giant frame. Robert hesitantly put his arm around the inviting body in front of him, and gently cupped his huge hand around her wonderful right breast. He touched it so gently, almost like he was afraid her silky skin was going to scald his palm. As he tenderly kneaded her impressive tit, her nipple became engorged until it was the size of a gumdrop. He timidly asked, "Debra?" "Merry Christmas Robert," she lovingly replied. She could feel what felt like a third arm beginning to slide up her back, and she was almost afraid to reach back and touch it. As he rolled her incredible nipple between his fingers, she reached her right hand behind her and came in contact with what felt like a baseball bat. She knew it was his penis, but could not comprehend its unbelievable dimensions. As she ran her hand up and down its length, she attempted to wrap her fingers around its massive girth, and they did not come close to touching. She could tell that it was bigger around than one of Ray's ginger-ale bottles, and its length was half as long as her entire arm. She was almost having second thoughts, but she could feel the moisture between her legs beginning to leak out. Robert gently slid his giant hand along her flat tummy and down between her warm thighs. He could feel a small landing strip of pubic hair just above her slit, and then noticeable dampness as his fingers traced the outline of her pussy lips. His middle and index fingers stroked the sides of her slit, as she moaned softly. Debra raised her right leg and draped it back, over the top of Robert's legs; spreading her legs and giving him complete access to her pussy. He nuzzled his face against the back of her neck, breathing in her amazing scent, as his giant middle finger parted her lips and began to slide inside her cunt. "Oh Robert," Debra moaned, as his finger explored deeper inside her. His finger was almost as large as Ray's penis, and her tight pussy gripped it as he massaged the inside of her opening. Debra, knowing she was sampling the forbidden, had never felt more aroused, as she begged him, "fuck me Robert." She pressed her firm backside him as he stuck, what felt like a third leg, between her legs and it flopped back against her stomach. It reached up almost to her belly button as they lay pressed against each other, and she grasped it tightly, maneuvering her body so that his crown was nudged at the entrance to her slit. She slid the tip of his cock up and down her slit, lubricating it with her leaked juices. Robert began thrusting his hips upward, and the head of his cock split her cunt lips apart; spreading them wider than they had been since Michael and Geoffrey were born. His huge hands gripped Debra's waist as he forced her downward, and he pushed upward, entering her from behind. Her cunt continued to stretch, allowing his monstrous cock to penetrate her inch by inch. Her pussy was so tight around his log that Robert had to use all his strength to force its entire length up into her belly. Her cunt gripped his cock like an inflated blood-pressure sleeve; and when its entire length was buried inside her; Robert paused to let her relax around him. He snuggled his face into her wonderful long red hair, and relished how warm and soft her skin felt against his. He reached his long arms around her wonderful naked body and hugged her tight against him, as he slowly started to withdraw his massive cock. His huge pole dragged her cunt lips as he withdrew, scraping against every inch of her canal, and Debra convulsed in orgasm, "oh my God Robert...fuck me Robert...fuck me." Her body quivered and twitched as he violently shoved his cock back inside her. She was completely stuffed with cock and nothing had ever felt better. She craved to be fucked...she wanted him to fuck her for the rest of her life. There was nothing else in her mind except the gigantic cock stretching her cunt wide open. Never in her life had she been more aroused, as she reached down and punished her clit with the palm of her hand. Her body convulsed as the massive cock jammed into her. She felt like skewered piece of meat, as Robert rammed his cock in and out of her. He grasped her marvelous tits in his gigantic hands and kneaded then roughly. They were a full 38 D, but his huge hands contained them completely. He could feel them wobble as he thrust his cock into her. Robert was in heaven: he was fucking the woman of his dreams, and he was fucking her hard. Every time Robert shoved his giant cock into her; Debra was shoving her ass backward to meet him. She had never been fucked so hard in her life, and now that she knew how wonderful it felt; she wasn't sure she could live without it. She wanted this cock inside her every night...every day...every minute. Suddenly Robert encircled her waist with his arms and held her tight against him. She felt his log twitch inside her, and abruptly her womb was flooded with hot liquid. Robert continued to spurt his cum inside her, fulfilling his dream. He trailed his hand down to her crotch, found her engorged clit and pinched it harshly. Debra exploded, and joined him in release, as her cunt muscles went into a spasm and milked his cock. They ground their bodies together violently, her wonderful ass cheeks spreading out against him. Robert roughly manhandled her wonderful tits as his cock continued to jerk and spurt inside her belly. Debra fingered and pinched her own clit, as they came together for what seemed like an eternity. Finally, totally spent, they collapsed against each others sweaty body. Debra was the first to speak, " I hope we didn't wake Marie." "Are you kidding," Robert answered, "she sleeps the sleep of the dead...and with that goop she smears on her face, she looks like it too." And he giggled. This six foot eight, giant of a man actually giggled. In that moment, Debra fell in love with her brother. Her affection for him grew three sizes that night. Debra chuckled at his joke, which coincided with his massive cock finally shriveling enough to slip out of her stretched out cunt. As she felt their combined cum drool out of her pussy, she felt empty and lonely. She missed the incredible intimacy that she had felt when their bodies were connected. As she swung her lovely legs over the side of the bed, Robert pleaded, "can't you stay a while?" She leaned over, kissed him tenderly on the forehead, and answered, " you know I can't. Merry Christmas Robert...don't forget; your birthday is coming up," and she winked. As she stood beside the bed totally nude, looking for her robe, Robert got his first real look at her naked body. In the moonlight streaming through his half-open blinds, she looked absolutely perfect. Her wonderful ass cheeks were perfectly round and firm atop her long shapely legs. She wasn't skinny like some starved model; she had a woman's figure. Her magnificent tits stood high and proud, with just a trace of a sag. Her tummy was firm, without being concave and anorexic looking. He thought she resembled a Botticelli classic nude. His cock was rock hard again as he worshipped her body. All he could think was, "that Ray is one lucky bastard." As she opened his bedroom door to leave, he gratefully told her, " you are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen Deb; thanks for the perfect Christmas gift." Debra closed the door behind her and made her way quietly down the stairs to the living room. She realized she could feel the breeze from her movements making contact with the inside of her pussy, which was still open from the stretching Robert had given it. She wiped the fluid dripping down her thighs with the robe, and made a mental note to throw it in the laundry basket tomorrow. When she reached the living room, Frank was still there, snoring and sleeping in his favorite chair, in front of the TV. She noticed that "It's a Wonderful Life," was playing on the screen; and she thought to herself, "it certainly is." She still had one Barone man to take care of tonight, no matter how disgusting and crude he behaved at times. She kneeled down in front of Frank's chair; reached out with her right hand; and began to massage his cock through his pajamas. As it began to grow under her touch; Frank ceased snoring and gradually regained consciousness. He partially opened his eyes, saw the robe, and grunted, "not tonight Marie, I'm tired, leave me alone." Debra squeezed his hardening cock, and whispered to him, "it's not Marie; but I'll leave you alone if you really want me to." As his eyes went wide; Debra stood in front of the chair; shrugged the robe off her shoulders; and it floated to the floor revealing her nude body. With the light from the TV behind her shining through her long red hair; Frank thought she looked like an angel. He could see the outline of her body perfectly, and his eyes focused on the cleft between her pussy lips. "Holy crap, is that you Deb," he said softly; not wanting to wake Marie. "What are you doing here?" "I came to give you the best Christmas gift you've ever received," she informed him, "do you still want me to leave you alone?" Frank's cock was creating a sizable tent in his pajamas, as he replied, "jeez-aloo no...get over here." He didn't waste time pulling his pajama bottoms down, he just fished his cock out through the slit in the front; waving it at her. It was no where near as big as Roberts, of course, but it was still impressive. She guessed it must be eight or nine inches, and gnarled its entire length with bulging veins. After seeing all their cocks tonight,she concluded that Ray must take after Marie's side of the family. Whereas Robert had been tender and gentle; Frank was the exact opposite : rough and crude. He grabbed her wrist and dragged her forward; having her straddle his lap, facing him in the chair; her knees on the outside of his thighs. As she rested her ass on his knees; he reached between her wide stretched legs and rubbed her wet mound with the palm of his hand. His rough, calloused hand made contact with her clit, and she shivered involuntarily. If he noticed how open her cunt was; he didn't mention it. Everybody Loves Raymond: Debra Does Christmas "Oh, you like it rough...I never would have guessed," Frank exclaimed, as he continued to fondle her lips. Without warning, he jammed two fingers up inside her juicy cunt. She moaned loudly as he harshly finger-fucked her. He scooped her juices out of her hole with his fingers, and smeared it the length of his hard cock. He urged her to raise up on her knees, but when she began to lower her slit on his cock-head, he refused her, "oh no...this is my Christmas present...I get to choose the hole." He pulled her body forward,and nudged his crown between her perfect ass cheeks. She wanted to scream, "no," but realized he was right...this was his gift. She had never been a fan of anal sex, and never had done it with Ray; so she was more than a little afraid, as she felt him trying to penetrate her sphincter. He put his hands on the sides of her waist, and tried to pull her body down onto his cock. She squirmed and twisted her ass, attempting to corkscrew his rod into her rectum; and the crown finally broke through her muscle ring. There was nothing subtle about Frank's technique, as he thrust his hips upward, while jerking her waist downward. His body scrunched down in the chair, as he tried to gain leverage to push harder. Debra grit her teeth as she felt his invading cock sliding farther up into her ass hole. She was afraid he was going to tear her apart, when suddenly he must have hit some nerve, and it started to feel better. Inch by agonizing inch his knobby cock stretched her tight ass. He slapped her wonderful ass cheeks with both hands, and the sting distracted her from the pain of having her hole violated. When he was finally all the way inside her, and she was sitting on his lap; he paused and just looked at her marvelous body. "That is some great set of jugs you got there, Deb; that Ray is one lucky bastard." Well, the Barone men all agree that Ray is the lucky one, she thought, as Frank began to roughly knead her huge tits. He pawed and squeezed them, and pinched her gumdrop nipples until they turned bright red. When he leaned over and bit down hard on her left nipple; her body shuddered involuntarily, and she leaked more fluid onto his lap. Maybe I do like it rough, she admitted to herself. "I can't get any leverage here in this chair," Frank announced, "put your arms around my neck." She did; Frank put his arms around her ass; stood up; and carried her skewered body over to the dining room table, where he sat her on the edge. This was the perfect height, and as soon as he set her down, he began to thrust in and out of her incredibly tight ass hole. The fluids still drooling out of her cunt and down her crotch, thankfully, lubricated his cock as he battered her ass. His balls slapped against the side of the table as he hammered her narrow canal. She leaned back, stretching out on the table top, and began to actually enjoy having her ass fucked. Her left hand tweaked her nipple, as her right hand flicked her clit. Frank grasped her tightly around her hips and pulled her forward to meet each brutal stroke. He fucked her for what seemed like hours, and she was sure her rectum would be sore for days. He was breathing heavily, and sweating profusely; worrying Debra that he might be having a coronary. She concluded that it was merely because he was nearing orgasm, because he abruptly shoved three fingers up her cunt and wriggled them around. Her whole body immediately shivered as she came around his digits. This seemed to trigger his release also, as he grunted and filled her rectum with an incredible heat. His lumpy tool expanded inside her, and he squirted and spurted his hot seed deep inside her ass. Debra was surprised at the volume of his ejaculation for a man his age. "Hot damn," exclaimed Frank, "you have one hot ass, Deb." "Thanks Frank," she replied, "hope you enjoyed your Christmas gift." "Best ever," he affirmed, "Merry Christmas." Not being known for niceties, Frank abruptly yanked his withering cock out of her ass, and stood back to admire her nude body. She was an incredible sight, laying back on the dining room table with her legs splayed obscenely wide. Both her holes were still stretched wide open, and glistening with fluid. Frank regretted that he wasn't a few years younger; because he would have fucked the hell out of her pussy now. But in reality, he knew he wouldn't be able to recover for hours. He reminded himself, "that Ray is one lucky bastard." Debra quickly climbed down from the table; put on her robe, and left through the kitchen door. Once outside, she shivered as the frosty winter air drifted up her robe, making contact with her moist areas. She hurried home, and once safely inside her own familiar bedroom; she wiped herself clean with her robe, and crawled back in bed naked beside her husband. She thought it would be a nice surprise for him when he woke up. As she drifted off in an exhausted sleep, she smiled and thought to herself that her reputation for being the best gift-giver was still intact. * (Merry Christmas to everyone. Thank you for your feedback and story suggestions. Please keep them coming. Many of my stories are the result of requests. ) Everybody Loves Raymond: Debra Does the Babysitter (fictional story about fictional characters) * Just when Debra Barone thought she had reached the breaking point (or should it be "breakdown" point); she got a reprieve. For weeks she had been trying to pry their former babysitter Lisa away from the Parkers, so she could have a desperately needed night out; and Lisa had finally agreed to supervise the Barone children (twins Michael and Geoffrey, and daughter Ally) on Saturday night. Lisa had been the best babysitter they had ever had; the kids adored her; she never minded when Debra asked her to stay later; and she always seemed to involve the kids in some sort of educational entertainment. She was a freshman in college, majoring in child psychology; so she was an absolute wiz with the children. Unfortunately, she had gotten so popular with the kids, that Debra had gotten jealous, and told Lisa that they no longer needed her services. The Parkers had immediately latched onto her as their exclusive sitter. Almost instantly, Debra regretted her actions. Sure, she could always ask her meddling mother Marie to baby sit. Her in-laws lived right across the street , and were always ready to help out with the kids; but then Marie always had a way of making Debra feel like a bad mother for leaving the children. Marie was very subtle about her criticisms; always disguising them as compliments...but they were always hurtful comments at heart. Debra would rather not deal with Marie if she could help it. It was no wonder that Marie's two sons were such a mixed up psychological mess. Ray, Debra's husband, was a sportswriter for NY Newsday; and craved his mother's approval above everything else. In that sense he was a real "momma's boy." He wouldn't contradict his mother's opinion if his life depended on it. His older brother Robert, a sergeant with the NYPD, was even worse because he had an additional inferiority complex when it came to Ray. Marie had them both in the palm of her hand and enjoyed controlling their lives, like pulling the strings on marionettes. Marie's husband Frank was a crude, primitive man whose main joys in life were watching TV and eating. He had provided virtually no parenting for his sons, and yet held them firmly under his thumb. This was Debra's life ...and she had no one but herself to blame because it was she who had convinced Ray to move across the street from them when she became pregnant with the twins. Debra couldn't pinpoint it, but there was another reason she was happy about Lisa returning as their babysitter: she felt strangely attracted to her. Whenever Lisa was in the room, Debra had a curious tingling in the pit of her stomach, and in her crotch. Sometimes after Lisa had gone home, Debra would lay awake in bed wondering what she looked like naked. Imagining how soft and smooth her teenage skin would feel to the touch. She didn't want to admit it, but she knew there was a sexual attraction there. She had never had any lesbian tendencies before...well, there was that one time in college when she had kissed a fellow student, but she had attended an all-female college, and they had been playing "truth or dare." Why was she having these feelings now; and why were they about Lisa? Was it because Lisa seemed so innocent and vulnerable; or was it because she appeared so fresh and inexperienced? She knew Lisa was attractive, in the All-American girl sense. She truly epitomized the girl-next-door stereotype. She was probably just over five feet tall, with long curly dark hair. Her body seemed very petite, but her breasts were large for her frame, and jiggled nicely in her blouse. Debra shook her head and realized she was sitting at the kitchen table fantasizing about the breasts of her kids babysitter. She began to scold herself, but her scorn was short-lived, as Frank and Marie burst through the kitchen door for another of their unscheduled (and uninvited) visits. "Why the hell don't I ever lock that door," Debra thought to herself for the hundredth time. She and Ray had arranged a "dinner and a movie" double date with their friends Bernie and Linda Gruenfelder for Saturday night, and Debra was completely excited about an entire night away from the house (and hers). As she drew the water for a hot bath and poured a cap full of bath oil into the steaming tub, Debra thought about how the oil kept her skin soft, and lamented that even with the oil, she just knew that her skin was not as soft as Lisa's was naturally. There she was thinking about Lisa again...what was her problem. After submerging in the soothing water, Debra lay there letting the warmth relax her body. She marveled at how her tremendous breasts kind of floated on the surface. She was very proud of her breasts, and they certainly gathered their share of attention from Ray's friends. When pregnant with the twins, they had grown to a full 38 D; and had remained that size even after their birth. Ray had nicknamed them "Barnes & Noble." Her nipples had darkened from their former rosy pink, to a light shade of brown; and they did have a very slight sag to them now; but they were still her best feature. As she applied body-wash to her hands and caressed her breasts; her nipples enlarged to the size of gumdrops. "Mmmm, that's nice," she breathed, as she pinched them. She slowly lowered her hands down her ,still relatively flat, tummy; past her belly button; and followed the line of her bright red "landing strip" all the way to her slit. Her pussy lips were quite prominent, and she rolled the flaps of her labia between her fingers. She was about to get more serious, when she heard Ray from the other side of the bathroom door shout, " you about done in there Deb? I have to go, and you don't want to be in there when I do." "That's my husband...pure class," she thought to herself. She yelled back, "I'll be out in a few. You can always use the kids bathroom, you know." "No, they won't allow me in there any more," he responded. He continued, " ha, good job getting Lisa back from the Parkers. That Bill Parker is such a goody-two-shoes, I bet he rinses his recyclables before putting them in the bin." "Ray, I rinse our recyclables too; and Lisa is only back for one night, unless we can convince her otherwise," Debra answered. "Yeah, but everybody knows you're a goody-two-shoes," Ray laughed. "If you only knew the thoughts I'm having about our babysitter, " she mused to herself, as she finished washing and arose out of the tub. As the cooling water dripped off her naked body, Debra couldn't resist a quick look in the full length mirror on the back of the door. She was beginning to get a tiny bit of a droop in her ass cheeks, but her legs were still firm and shapely. All in all, she was pleased with what the reflection showed her. After dressing quickly, she prepared some microwave (Marie would have a stroke) mac and cheese for the kids dinner. The doorbell rang at precisely six o'clock, and Debra knew it must be Lisa. As she went to open the door, she suddenly felt flushed and nervous. The feeling increased when they greeted each other with a perfunctory hug, and she felt Lisa's breasts brush momentarily against her own. Lisa was dressed in a plain white blouse and plaid skirt; reminding Debra of a Catholic school girl's uniform...something she was very familiar with. After exchanging pleasantries, the Barones left for their night out; and Lisa began helping the kids with their homework. The Barones and Gruenfelders decided to see an early movie and have dinner afterward that night so they could take their time and enjoy the food. They were having such a pleasant time that Debra called home and asked Lisa if she would mind staying a little later. Lisa, as usual, was agreeable as long as Ray would give her a ride home because her bus stopped running at midnight. Debra had a couple more glasses of wine than usual that night and was feeling quite tipsy when they arrived home. She told Ray to wait in the car and she would sent Lisa right out. Lisa was so involved in what she was doing that she never heard Debra open or close the kitchen door. When Debra stepped into the living room she saw Lisa sitting back on the sofa; her skirt up around her thighs; her plain white panties down around her ankles; and her hands in her crotch. The TV displayed the faint images and wavy lines that Ray got when he tried to watch the scrambled porn channels. Debra stopped dead in her tracks, and the movement caught Lisa's attention. Her face grew scarlet, and she shoved her skirt back down, as she stammered for something to say. "I'm so sorry Mrs. Barone...the kids are all al seep...I just don't know what came over me...I'm so sorry," she pleaded, tears forming in her blue eyes. Despite her intoxicated and shocked condition, Debra thought quickly and responded, "well you should be sorry young lady. Doing something like this with my children in the house." Debra suddenly realized that she was not only aroused at what she had seen, but she now had the upper hand. "Unless you want me to tell the Parkers about their good little babysitter; you will agree to sit with our kids whenever I ask...and you will be here Monday morning wearing the same clothes, at exactly nine o'clock to discuss this," she announced. As she reached down under her skirt to pull up her panties, Lisa readily agreed to the conditions. She quickly gathered up her things and went to the car where Raymond was waiting. Debra flopped down on the sofa, completely drained and out of breath. She changed the TV channel and sat back to think about what had just transpired. She was totally in charge now...Lisa was completely at her mercy. Her mind was flooded with images and ideas for their Monday meeting. Did she dare instigate any of the scenarios she was concocting? Was she bold enough to cross the line of sexuality with Lisa? She thought of Lisa sitting there in the very same spot on the sofa, playing with herself. Debra hadn't been able to actually see between Lisa's legs; but there was no mistaking what she had been doing. Debra's head was spinning from the alcohol, and now from the possibilities awaiting her. She lay in bed that night unable to sleep; daydreaming about the unlimited possibilities of her situation. She was in a position of ultimate power over another adult probably for the first time in her life. As she finally drifted off to sleep, she thought of Monday morning, and a huge smile swept across her face. Sunday seemed to drag by in slow motion for Debra. They had invited Marie and Frank to brunch, and, as usual, Marie had criticized every dish that Debra placed on the table. Frank had no complaints; he just shoveled everything set in front of him into his mouth. The kids seemed to be especially annoying all day, and Ray was just his normal lump of flesh. Debra supposed she was also easily agitated because she was so nervous about tomorrow. She had decided to take a firm, direct stance with Lisa from the start. The truth was, she could never bring herself to discuss the delicate situation with the Parkers; but she must never confess this to Lisa. She knew she had to maintain the upper hand, and not let Lisa sense her weakness. She must make sure Lisa knew the dire, long term consequences if she didn't obey her commands. As soon as Ray left for work, and the kids boarded the school bus on Monday morning; Debra gathered a few items and took them up to the bedroom. She found that she was shaking with a combination of fear and anticipation. Under her pink terrycloth bath robe, she was wearing the flimsiest, sheerest bra and thong panties that she owned. They were black lace and she had purchased them a couple years ago for a special occasion; but had never taken them out of her drawer until today. Her large brown areola were plainly visible through the sheer lace, and the thong barely covered her slit; leaving her bright red landing strip exposed. Before she had a chance to reconsider her plans, the doorbell rang; startling her so badly she almost wet herself. "Its now or never," she told herself as she descended the stairs to the living room. She gathered her composure, rehearsed a stern look on her face, and opened the door to find Lisa cowering on the doorstep. She couldn't believe how cute Lisa looked in her school-girl outfit, with that sheepish look on her face. Debra scowled, and firmly announced, "glad to see you're punctual Lisa; now come inside and we'll get started." Lisa weakly replied, " thank you Mrs. Barone...get started with what?" "Why, your punishment and chance for redemption, of course. If you want that whole incident to remain our secret, you will follow my directions without hesitation or refusal...is that clear ," Debra replied. "Yes, Mrs. Barone...anything you say," Lisa surrendered. Debra closed and locked the front door, as Lisa stood in the living room awaiting her punishment. "We will begin in the bedroom, so march on up there now," Debra instructed. With a quizzical look on her face, Lisa mounted the stairs in front of Debra. Debra followed a few steps behind so she could admire Lisa's legs as they disappeared up under her plaid skirt. Once inside the bedroom she normally shared with Ray, Debra ordered Lisa to completely disrobe. "What...take my clothes off...what do you mean," asked a puzzled Lisa. "That had better be the last time you question my orders; or I head straight to the phone to call the Parkers, and your parents," said Debra, raising her voice. Her heart was racing; she couldn't believe she was actually pulling off the stern act. Lisa's lower lip began to tremble, and Debra was afraid she was going to cry; but she instead began to unbutton her plain white blouse. When she was finished, she lowered it off her shoulders tossed it onto a nearby chair. Her rather plain lace bra was the next item to go, as she reached the clasp behind her and the straps fell down her arms. Her breasts were perfectly round B cups, with cute pink nipples slightly on the top of the mounds. Her areola were very puffy and inviting, and Debra couldn't help thinking that they would fit perfectly in her mouth. She nodded for Lisa to continue; and Lisa unzipped the side of her plaid skirt, before letting it drop to the floor. To Debra's surprise, this revealed Lisa was wearing bright red, totally sheer bikini panties. As she began to lower them, Debra stepped forward, saying, "no, let me." Debra dropped to her knees in front of Lisa, grasped each side of her panties, and slowly pulled them down her pale legs. As Lisa stepped out of them, Debra noticed that although Lisa did not shave her pubic area; it was very neatly trimmed. She had trimmed her hair into a distinct V shape, and had cropped the hairs very short, so that her slit was plainly visible. Debra's face was even with Lisa's pussy, and she observed that moisture had formed on her puffy pussy mound. As Debra stood, she trailed her hand lightly against Lisa's mound; causing her to shiver and goose-bumps to form on Lisa's skin. Debra backed a few steps away from Lisa, facing her, and deliberately shrugged her robe from her shoulders, allowing it to pool at her feet. She could have sworn she saw Lisa lick her lips as she unclasped her sheer bra and tossed it aside, baring her magnificent breasts. They were a full 38 D, and she was most proud of them. Debra reached down to her sides, untied the tiny thong, and let it drop to the floor; revealing her pussy. "Mrs. Barone, I never realized your breasts were so large...they're spectacular," Lisa ventured. "Thank you Lisa, you may now lick my nipples," answered Debra , in a business-like tone. Lisa willingly advanced toward Debra; dipped her head; and lovingly touched just the very tip of Debra's left nipple with the end of her tongue. Debra shivered at this first intimate touch, and felt weak-kneed as Lisa began to lick her entire breast. Lisa cupped Debra's impressive tit in both hands, as if serving it to herself, and suckled at the gumdrop sized nipple. She gently took the rosy nipple between her teeth and nibbled. Lisa repeated this procedure with the right breast, noticing how engorged the nipples had become. Debra stood silent as she felt wetness form between her legs. It was as if Lisa was worshipping her body, and she loved it. Lisa didn't wait for further instructions, as she began licking her way down the center of Debra's trembling body; running her hands down Debra's sides as she descended to her knees. When Lisa had kneeled in front of her, Debra ceremoniously spread her feet apart, giving Lisa access to her moist pussy. Lisa nuzzled her face into Debra's crotch, her brown hair tickling Debra's thighs, and teasingly drew her tongue from the bottom of Debra's slit, all the way to the top; where Debra's clit was already beginning to make an appearance. She reached up with both hands, and used her thumbs to spread Debra's damp cunt lips apart, revealing her pink inner flesh. Debra was afraid her knees were going to give out, as Lisa wasted no more time, and slid her tongue deep into her pussy. As Lisa fucked her with her tongue, Debra purred and grabbed Lisa's head, holding it in place between her legs. She looked down and saw the erotic sight of Lisa's face wedged in her crotch, completely covered in her juices. Lisa quickly withdrew her tongue, and nibbled on Debra's clit as she jammed two fingers into her soaking slit. Debra's knees buckled as she groaned, " oh my God that's good." She held Lisa's head firmly in her crotch, almost smothering her, as her body shuddered in orgasm. If she hadn't used Lisa's body to steady herself, she would have collapsed onto the floor. Lisa gently pulled away from Debra's grip, and stood up; putting her arms around Debra's soft body and placing her lips on Debra's. They kissed tenderly and gently at first; then it evolved into a passionate, urgent embrace, their arms tightening around each other. Debra could taste her own cum on Lisa's lips, and it excited her. They broke their embrace,and taking her by the hand, Debra led Lisa to the bed; where they both climbed onto the center. They sat facing each other, their legs outstretched and intertwined. Debra reached out her hands, and for the first time in her life, began to fondle another woman's breasts. Lisa's tits were small compared to her own, but were perfect handfuls; and her extremely puffy areola were very exciting. Her nipples hard like pencil erasers, almost pointed toward the ceiling. Debra leaned forward and suckled at first one rosy pink nipple, then the other. She ground her left nipple between her teeth, probably harder that she should, and watched Lisa close her eyes and bite her lower lip. Debra sat back and casually asked, "you're not a virgin, are you?" Lisa shyly responded, "no, but I've never been with a man." Debra continued, "the reason I asked..." and she leaned over to the bedside table to retrieve an object she had placed there earlier. It was a fourteen inch pepperoni stick, a Waldbaums special, still encased in plastic. She had already spread a condom over each end, and was now squirting baby oil over its entire length. "I thought we could share," Debra continued. Lisa's eyes brightened as she answered, "that's very resourceful, Mrs. Barone." Debra loved the way Lisa's legs felt intertwined with her own, and although she had entered into this relationship wanting to punish her, she was beginning to feel extremely attracted to Lisa. Debra scooted her body closer to Lisa until their crotches were only about a foot apart. She held the improvised cock in both hands, nudging it against Lisa's slit. Lisa reached down with both hands and spread her lips wide apart, as Debra gradually slid the rod into Lisa's cunt. As the cock went deeper, Lisa put both hands flat on the bed behind her for support, as she loudly moaned, "mmmmm." Everybody Loves Raymond: Debra Does the Babysitter When the stick was about halfway in, Debra stopped and, scooting forward even more, impaling her own pussy on the remaining half. They smiled at each other as their crotches ground together. Lisa's short bush tickled Debra's clit, as they began to hump against each other. They began to work up a feverish rhythm as they fucked each other. Each one tried to get more of the fake cock inside her pussy, as their cunts smashed together. They violently pounded their pussy lips against each other, impaling themselves on the stick. Each had the same idea, as they reached up and tweaked their own nipples fiercely. They began to gyrate their hips as they pressed forward against each other. Debra was the first one to have an unselfish thought, as she reached between them and began to roll Lisa's enlarged clit between her fingers. Ready to explode, Lisa returned the favor and harshly pinched Debra's engorged nub between her thumb and forefinger. As they jammed their cunts together, both beauties shuddered simultaneously as their fluids mixed and soaked the bedspread. They both virtually collapsed, as they lay back on the bed enjoying the rapture. Unlike an actual cock, the pepperoni stick did not shrink and slide out of them, leaving their cunts empty. It remained hard and embedded deep inside them; their cunt muscles continuing to twitch and spasm around it. Debra finally sat up and pulled away from Lisa; her cunt gripping the stick and pulling it out of Lisa's pussy. She reluctantly slipped it out of her own cunt, and set it beside her on the bed; but not before licking Lisa's end, and tasting her cum. As she crawled on her hands and knees between Lisa's still wide spread legs, Debra declared, "I think I owe you." Lisa's pussy was still partially open, her puffy lips still spread out; and Debra nibbled on her cunt flaps, as Lisa squirmed in front of her. Debra had to admit she liked the taste of Lisa. She lapped at Lisa's slit like a starved kitten at a bowl of milk, sucking as much of her cum into her mouth as she could. Suddenly they heard a voice from the hall, just outside the bedroom door, " hey Deb...you up here," just as Frank came around the corner into the room. All three stopped in their tracks as if frozen, and Frank bellowed, "jeez Louise...holy crap...what the hell is going on here." Neither Lisa or Debra could move, they were so shocked. Debra's first thought , for the one hundred and first time was, "damn that kitchen door." Debra attempted to speak, but Frank smiled devilishly and announced, "never mind...I have a suspicion that neither Ray or your parents know anything about this; and if you want to keep it that way, you will just continue what you were doing and pay no attention to me." With that he proceeded to throw off his shoes and clothes until he was completely naked; except for his white socks. As might be expected, his body was wrinkled, flabby , and unappealing; but his erection was more than impressive. It was covered with bulging veins and, Debra noticed, was at least twice as long as Ray's. She figured it must be at least ten inches long, and as thick as a salami. She thought, "Ray has got to be adopted." As he clambered on to the bed behind the kneeling Debra, he stated, " don't you worry girly, I have no intention of touching you; but Deb here has been flaunting that hot little body in front of me for years, and today is the day I finally get a piece of that ass. By the way Deb, those tits are fantastic." She caught herself before saying "thank you," when she felt him nudge the head of his gnarly cock against her wet slit. He asked, " are you ready for a real man? I know Ray's growth in that department is a little stunted...but you should see Robert...he takes after the old man." She felt his bony hands grip her firmly around the waist as the head of his cock wedged between her slit. There was no warning or preliminaries, as he lunged forward burying his massive meat inside her cunt. "Holy shit," she gasped as her pussy stretched to new dimensions. "You two just go about your business, don't mind me...I kinda like seeing you two go at it. Boy, you're tight Deb...that Ray is one lucky man," Frank stated. He thrust into her tight pussy a few times and then withdrew. Debra, grudgingly loving the feel of his enormous cock inside her, was about to object when he informed her, " that was just to get it all greased up. I said I was going to get a piece of that ass, and I meant it. Marie won't let me do that anymore." Debra's eyes bulged when she grasped his meaning, and she shouted, "Jesus no Frank...Ray and I have never...." "A virgin ass; now that's a real honor," Frank boasted, "don't worry, you'll love it." Spying the bottle of baby oil, he added, "I'll give you a real break, your tight ass would probably rip my cock anyway; heh, heh, get it...Debra's a tight ass." He proceeded to generously squirt the oil along the considerable length of his cock, and over Debra's ass, as she presented it to him. Through all this drama, Lisa lay there on the bed, her legs splayed wide in front of Debra; waiting for her to resume her attention to Lisa's pussy. She watched in amazement as Frank, beastly cock in hand, began to stuff the head through Debra's incredibly tight sphincter ring. Debra's face was contorted and she was gritting her teeth as Frank tried to stretch her virgin ass hole to accommodate his log. He slapped Debra's ass cheek hard and commanded, "if you don't relax, this is going to be a lot more painful for both of us." He slapped her ass again, and this seemed to distract her attention; and he swiftly stuffed his head past her ring and into her ass hole. "Holy shit," Debra exclaimed through her gritted teeth; but, she had to admit, now that the initial penetration was over, it truly didn't feel that bad. "Heh, heh...that's right...holy crap," Frank chuckled. He squirted a stream of baby oil on his invading tool, and began to steadily push forward; watching Debra's ass swallow his cock. It was a completely different sensation for Debra, but he was touching something that actually made it enjoyable. He began to thrust in and out of her ass; and the more he did, the more she appreciated it. She returned her attention to the slit of Lisa, and drew her tongue up each side of it until reaching her little nub. The way Frank was pounding her ass, Debra had to use one hand to support herself, but she put the other to good use, and drove two fingers deep inside Lisa's pussy. She fucked Lisa with her fingers, while lapping at her cunt; and Lisa squirmed under her like she was on fire. As Frank pounded her ass even harder, like he was angry at it; Debra's massive tits hung down and swayed frantically below her. They looked like two bags full of Jello swinging back and forth. Frank noticed them as they swung like a pendulum; reached around her back; and grabbed them hard in his rough, calloused hands. Debra had always had Ray under her thumb, so she had never been treated so harshly, and she found herself liking it. She actually enjoyed being the submissive one, to a strong man. She added a third finger, and then a fourth, to Lisa's expanding hole; tickling her swollen clit with her teeth. Frank was squeezing her tits like he was milking a reluctant cow, and hammering her virgin ass with all his fury. She was enjoying it so much she was pushing her ass backward to meet his thrusts, giving him maximum penetration. Suddenly Lisa grabbed the back of Debra's head and shoved it into her crotch, as she screamed out and flooded her face. Her knees and hands held Debra between her legs as her pussy pumped cum out at an amazing rate. Debra had trouble breathing, and instantly wondered if anyone had ever drowned from an orgasm. Just as Lisa allowed her to come up for air, she felt Frank's violating cock expand inside her, and then her bowels were deluged with a hot enema of sperm. His knobby cock spurted and jerked inside her for what seemed an eternity, as he bellowed, "hoolllyyyy crap." It didn't take long for his log to shrivel and slip out of her sore ass; but before she had a chance to collapse onto the bed, he unexpectedly rammed two of his fat fingers up her cunt. He wiggled them around inside her a few times, but just as she was starting to enjoy it, he withdrew them, saying, "I've always wanted to do that. I would really like to fuck those lovely jugs, but it takes me a little time to reload, and I don't want Marie to come looking for me...another time Debra...after all, now we have a special bond." He winked at her as he slid off the bed and began dressing. He added, " next time maybe I'll bring Robbie with me...he's not getting any on a regular basis, and you wouldn't mind helping out your brother; would you Deb? Boy, that Ray is one lucky bastard." As Debra flopped down onto the bed beside the spent body of Lisa, she felt Frank's deposit drooling out of her, still stretched wide open, ass hole; and wondered how the day had gotten so far out of control. This morning, she had been in total authority; the master of her destiny...now she felt like the victim. She knew she couldn't refuse Frank, or he would confess everything to Ray. She had to admit that, although it was brief, she had enjoyed Frank's large cock inside her pussy; and she found herself wondering about Robert. She was brought back to reality by the sound of Lisa's voice next to her, "how did you know I was a lesbian, Mrs. Barone?" "I have to admit that every time I babysat for you, I couldn't stop myself from staring at your cleavage. Thanks for a wonderful day." Debra couldn't believe her ears...she had even failed at punishing Lisa...Lisa had loved it. Then she thought...maybe she could make some kind of deal for compensating Lisa for her babysitting. As Frank left the bedroom, Debra heard Marie's voice echoing from the kitchen, "Frank, are you here," and Debra thought for the hundred and second time...damn that kitchen door. (Thanks to everyone for your comments, support, and story ideas. This was written in response to a request. Please keep the comments coming. ) Everybody Loves Raymond: Debra Does Voodoo A story of complete fiction about fictional characters ***** It had been another three long months since her husband Ray had received a regular paycheck. He had been "furloughed" by his employer, NY Newsday, where he had been a sports columnist for the last ten years. Since then, Debra had come to realize that "furlough" was just a fancy word for "terminated." They had continued to periodically purchase a few of his free-lance articles, but this was so substitute for a steady paycheck. The latest indignity was that now they were no longer eligible for the newspapers' health and dental insurance coverage. Luckily their daughter Ally had gotten braces on her teeth before he was laid-off, but there were still the regular adjustments and checkups. Their twin boys, Michael and Geoffrey, were due for checkups, and who knew if they would eventually need braces also. It had been a long, cold winter and heating the house had cost a small fortune. The furnace had conked-out on several occasions, and would probably need a major overhaul,or replacement. It seemed like all the normally small expenses were piling up and causing one huge headache. The car had been acting up, and their credit at the garage was no longer considered a sure thing. The boys would have been completely satisfied to stay in the house every day and play video games, but Ally had her heart set on ballet lessons, and Debra hated to deprive the children. It wasn't just the lessons that were expensive; she also had to have the ballet clothing and slippers. Ray had sold a few articles to other publications, but they were becoming increasingly desperate for money. Debra had accepted a few jobs from her professional photographer friend Sheila in the past, and she had made up her mind to call her again. She had originally met Sheila when having some "boudoir" photos taken to give Ray on their tenth anniversary. She had told the family that the jobs were "product modeling" assignments, where she was just the background for various products, like earrings or watches. This way she could just point to as ear, or hand, in a printed advertisement and say it was hers. The truth was: the jobs were extremely sexual in nature, and she could never let anyone find out the actual details. She had posed for nude photographs to be sold to "niche" publications; like bondage magazines or web-sites. She had also performed sexually at a couple of private functions, and been paid handsomely. If she was being honest with herself, she would admit that she had enjoyed the extreme sex immensely; and maybe was even becoming addicted to it. These sexual performances were in a very controlled setting and she preferred the term "performance" to "gangbang." Just remembering these occasions was causing Debra's nipples to harden. She rationalized her infidelity by convincing herself that it was necessary to provide for her family. She was just about to reach for the phone to call Sheila, when she heard the backdoor slam shut. As soon as she heard her mother's voice call her name, Debra thought, "why don't I ever lock that damn door." Marie came marching through the kitchen, and blurted out that she wanted to take the twins to the barber for haircuts. Hers, Marie and Frank, loved directly across the street from her, and thought noting of barging in at all hours of the day. Debra wanted to explode and scream at Marie for butting into their family business, but she decided to take a different tact. "Why thank you Marie," she responded, "I've been wanting to do that, but with Ray out of work, we really can't afford it." She knew that implying Marie's favorite son Ray couldn't provide for his family, would annoy her deeply; and she was proud of herself for the way she handled Marie's intrusion. Marie was immediately flustered, and meekly muttered, "well, I just thought their hair was getting a little shaggy." Debra knew that this was just another of Marie's not-so-subtle ways of labeling her a bad mother, and she had heard enough of it in the last ten years. She was the most intrusive, critical, sarcastic person Debra had ever met; and she thought that it was no wonder both her sons were so psychologically messed up. Ray was tied to Marie's apron strings permanently, and his brother Robert, despite being a Sergeant in the NYPD, was afraid of getting close to any woman. So Debra had decided to play Marie's game today and answered, "that would be great. I'll call them down. That will be one less expense Ray has to worry about." After Marie left with the twins, Debra was alone in the house and punched Sheila's number into the phone. Ray had been gone all afternoon, interviewing some Quarterback or Cornerback, or something; she didn't really care which; and Ally was playing at a friend's house. Sheila answered immediately with, "oh Debra; so glad to hear from you. The truth is I was debating whether to call you about an opportunity that just came up." "I am getting kind of desperate again, Sheila," Debra admitted, "I will probably take just about anything at this point." "Well, this is another job involving a performance for a private club...would you have any objections about dancing with a snake," Sheila inquired. She thought a minute, and although she wasn't crazy about snakes, she assumed Sheila would not refer her if the situation was not safe; so she asked Sheila for the contact number. Sheila gave it to her, and added, "let me know how it goes, if you decide to do it." Since she was thankfully still alone in the house, Debra quickly called the number provided by Sheila, and was taken aback when a man who identified himself as Antoine answered the phone. His voice resembled James Earl Jones, and it was as if she was speaking to Darth Vader. She indicated she had been referred by Sheila, and the emotion in his voice changed immediately from one of disinterest to one of intrigue. When she told him her name, he became even more excited and mentioned that Sheila had shown him some photos of her, and he was fascinated by her red hair. She found his deep voice almost hypnotizing as he explained the performance: " we are a private group made up of men , formally from the New Orleans area, who were displaced by Hurricane Katrina back in 2005. Our jobs and homes were lost,and instead of rebuilding in a flood-plain; we were well enough off financially to relocate here to the New York metropolitan area where we all had family. Besides our previous geographic location, the one thing we all have in common in that we practice the Louisiana form of Voodoo. We are very serious about our beliefs, and have regular ceremonies to celebrate it. Next Saturday we have our largest celebration of the year scheduled to celebrate Marie Leveau's birthday. In case you're not familiar; she was the most famous high priestess, or mamba, in New Orleans history. Unfortunately, the woman who usually performs for us, had to leave suddenly for an extended period, to care for a sick relative, and we are in desperate need of a featured performer." Debra interrupted his silky voice temporarily, "Sheila mentioned something about dancing with a snake..." "That's correct," he continued, "Marie Laveau always performed with her pet python, and you would be required to perform a short, erotic dance with our python. I can assure you that she is completely safe. She is used to being handled in this manner, and is totally comfortable with people. You see, the trick to keeping a python docile, is to keep it well fed. We are all descendants from former African slaves, and as opposed to the Caribbean Voodoo who portray snakes as being evil; we believe that snakes are the most basic form of life; our connection to the earth and water. The fact that they can form a perfect circle with their body, symbolizes the circle of life. The snake deity is called Li Grand Zombi in our religion. Specifically, during our ritual, you would be required to perform the snake dance and engage in sexual acts with the members. At this point, I'm not exactly sure how many members will be in attendance, but there are seven of us. One more thing you should know before deciding, is that all the members are quite well endowed, and we don't believe in wearing condoms. Given the short time between now and this weekend, I would hope to hear from you with a decision within forty-eight hours." Just the thought of all those large penises had made up her mind, and the soothing nature of his voice was the clincher, as she assured him, "you have found yourself a priestess." Antoine provided her with the address and they discussed compensation and a few other details before she hung up. Although she was extremely excited at the proposition, Antoine's voice had such a calming effect that she found herself actually feeling drowsy. Antoine had told her that the "snake dance" should be performed in a skimpy bikini, and since she didn't own one, she would have to go shopping tomorrow. She had already decided to tell Ray that this "modeling" job was for shoes; that way she could just point to any feet in a magazine ad, and say they were hers. She was fairly certain that Ray had no plans for Saturday, so he could watch the kids. Knowing his habits like she did; it really didn't matter what time she got home because he would fall asleep watching TV, and be oblivious to the world. On Friday evening, as Debra was tidying up the kitchen before going up to take a nice, relaxing bath; the kitchen door flew open and in barged her least favorite house-guest: her mother. Marie blurted out, "you don't have to worry about tomorrow dear; I'll come over to help Raymond with the kids." This was just Marie's obnoxious way of trying to make Debra feel guilty for leaving, and Debra had the perfect reply: " why should a father need any help with his own children? You know I wouldn't have to take these modeling assignments if Ray had a steady job." Once again she had turned the blame to Marie's pride-and-joy, and Marie was almost speechless, " well...yeah, ok...where is Raymond?" "Oh, he's asleep in front of the TV, as usual," Debra replied; rubbing it in. The truth was, Debra really didn't hold any resentment because Ray hadn't found steady work; she just liked to push Marie's buttons. She sometimes wished Ray would look for something part-time; but anything like manual labor was considered beneath him (at least by Marie). And truthfully, he really wasn't good at anything that required manual labor. Marie glanced in the living room; saw Ray slouched down on the sofa asleep; and meekly left through the back door. Debra smiled to herself as she climbed the stairs...it wasn't often that she got the better of Marie. She drew a nice, hot bath, complete with a generous dose of bath oil; and felt immediately relaxed as she eased her naked body down into the water. She folded a towel and draped it over the end of the tub for a pillow, and lay back in the soothing heat. The water was so hot it was steaming, and all her tensions (even Marie) seemed to melt away as her body went limp. She began to think about her plans for the next night; all the large hard penises worshipping her, and her crotch began to tingle. She realized she knew nothing about dancing with a snake, even though Antoine had assured her it was safe. The only experience she had to go by, was she remembered watching Britney Spears dance with a large snake on some MTV music awards show about ten years ago. She would just do her best and improvise. Her razor glided over her silky skin as she shaved her legs, underarms and pubic mound. Since the birth of the twins, she had alternated keeping her mound completely bald or leaving a thin "landing strip" of bright red pubic hair. She decided to leave the "landing strip" for this occasion, since Antoine had mentioned her red hair. As she was toweling off, she checked out her reflection in the full length mirror on the back of the bathroom door. "Not bad for a middle aged housewife," she mused. Her ass cheeks were very firm with just the beginning of a sag, and her legs were completely taut with no indication of impending cellulite. Her breasts, widely considered to be her best feature, were a full 38 D with dark pink nipples which protruded like gumdrops when aroused. They hung down on her chest from the sheer weight of them, but did not sag. She knew all of Ray's friends admired them, and he had once nicknamed them "Barnes & Noble." Retrieving the tiny black string bikini she had purchased yesterday, she decided to try it on. The bottom triangle of cloth just barely concealed her slit; and the top two triangles did not even fully cover her half-dollar sized areola. The string on the bottoms disappeared up between her cheeks, leaving them fully exposed. She thought to herself that if Ray ever saw her in this, he would be all over her. She knew that she would look even better in heels, stretching her shapely legs; but Antoine had indicated that she would be dancing barefoot. When she walked around the bathroom, her wonderful breasts bobbed and wobbled, threatening to spill out of the top. She was pretty sure this bikini would have the desired effect. Before she went to bed, she used her curling iron on her long lustrous, red hair. As she stood in front of the sink mirror, she laughed to herself, remembering the time the iron had gotten caught in her hair; and Ray had invoked his father's old rule : A-I-S, which stood for Ass In Seat. He had left for a sports award banquet without her and she had made him pay dearly: for the next two weeks she had paraded around the bedroom in her skimpiest negligee, and would not let him touch her. She hoped she could manage to get in bed before him tonight because she did not want him getting her all sweaty before her big night tomorrow. The next day went quite quickly: some shopping with the kids, and watching a movie with the family before ordering pizza from Nemo's. She threw some bright red lipstick and her bikini in her purse, and went downstairs to leave. She kissed the kids goodnight, and Ray gave her a peck on the cheek and wished her a good time at her modeling job. "If you only knew," she thought. She noticed that Marie was not there yet, but was sure that as soon as she left the driveway; Marie would run across the street to be with her favorite son. Getting into the car, she realized that instead of being nervous; she was surprisingly calm. The address Antoine had given her was only about thirty minutes from her neighborhood. It turned out to be further out on Long Island, and only about one block from the beach. The neighborhood was very ritzy, and when she pulled up the driveway at the given address; she would have called the house a mansion. She quickly applied her lipstick, and made her way to the front door. The stone facade made the home seem very impressive and when she rang the doorbell, it opened almost immediately. When the large black man spoke the words, " welcome, I recognize you from your pictures. You are an incredibly beautiful woman, Debra...please come in, " she knew from the deep, mellow voice that it was Antoine. " Welcome to my home, please follow me," he instructed. As Debra passed through the foyer, and into the "great room," she was almost in awe at the opulence of the furnishings. It was obvious that Antoine did not have any financial worries. His physical presence matched his voice: he was at least six foot four inches tall, and when they shook hands, her hand felt like a child's in his. He was dressed in a black silk (she was pretty sure it was silk and not just satin) robe and barefoot. As they walked through the room and down a flight of stairs to the basement, he explained, " we have a total of seven members, but one had an urgent business trip, one had to attend to his wife who had an emergency appendectomy, and another had to attend his daughter's play; so there are only four of us at the ritual tonight. I think you will be surprised when you see the basement." And indeed she was, as she reached the last step. It looked like she had gone through some sort of portal and emerged in the jungle. There were huge potted palms and ficus everywhere. The walls had been adorned with wallpaper embossed with green palms and ferns. The carpet was a deep pile in mixed shades of green that mimicked the jungle floor; it was so soft and spongy that it was like walking on thick moss. There was a background soundtrack of jungle drums and tropical bird sounds. Debra twirled around like an astounded child; the effect was truly amazing. In one corner was a king size platform bed covered in green, silk (she assumed) sheets and pillows. In another, there was a built-in bar, also in a green, jungle motif. Even the ceiling was like looking up at the leafy canopy of a rain forest. She was so fascinated by the decor that she almost stumbled over the other three members. All were clad in identical black robes and were also barefoot, as Antoine introduced them. The first man, who Antoine introduced as Jake, was easily as tall as her brother Robert, who was six foot eight inches. His head was shaved, and she immediately thought of Mr. Clean. His hands and feet were immense, and Debra found herself wondering about other extremities. Maurice was probably just as tall, but very slender, seeming almost undernourished. His hair was set in long dreadlocks and fell around his head like a curtain. She felt like she was surrounded by imposing trees, as they towered over her. The fourth member, Jerome, was "only" about six feet two inches tall, but seemed almost as wide...not fat, just extremely solid and muscular. They all smiled and were extremely gracious, saying how glad they were she had come to perform. "And this is Baby," proclaimed Antoine, leading her to a large cage, which contained an enormous snake. "We named her after Marie Leveau's python; it just seemed perfect. When she stretches out, she's about eight feet long. She weighs about fifty pounds, so we won't expect your dance to last terribly long. Trust me, she is used to being handled, and actually seems to enjoy it. Even if she became agitated; it's not a python's bite that is dangerous...it is when they coil around their prey and squeeze the life out of it. But there is nothing to worry about, that takes several minutes, and we will always be here with you. If something went wrong, we have a syringe filled with a muscle relaxant; kind of like an epi-pen; that would immediately cause her to uncoil." Debra watched Baby for several minutes, mesmerized by her movement. The snakes body contracted and expanded when it moved; changing its diameter from about three inches, to probably almost eight. Her trance was interrupted by Antoine, "if there are no questions, I'll show you to the bathroom where you can change." He led Debra to a wall where a door was completely camouflaged by the wallpaper, and opened it for her. The bathroom on the other side was as large as her living room; complete with marble fixtures, and one of those huge shower enclosures where the water cascades down from all sides. The bathroom even had a sofa and TV in it. She quickly changed into the black bikini; arranging it carefully so that her intimate parts were (almost) covered. She put on the black silk (now she knew it was silk) robe that they had provided for her. She could feel her pendulous breasts sway when she walked, and it made her feel very sexy. When she stepped out of the bathroom onto the thick carpet, it felt heavenly under her bare feet. The quartet was waiting for her, each holding what looked like a brass goblet. Antoine handed an identical one to her, explaining, "this is part of the ritual. They are filled with a drink composed of ground-up snake-shed and mandrake root. Mandrake is part of the Nightshade species and its root has been used in Voodoo ceremonies for centuries. It serves as a sedative and actually slows the heart rate. In some people, it has been known to produce minor hallucinations. Its effect is short lived, so no need to worry about the drive home. It's harmless, and we always drink it in our ritual." They drank the liquid down in one gulp, and then led her to a clearing in the "jungle" where her dance would take place. Everybody Loves Raymond: Debra Does Voodoo The men swiftly discarded their robes, leaving them clad in what looked like loincloths, with green leaves and fern fronds sewn onto them. She thought they looked like black Tarzans standing in the jungle. She followed suit and let her robe slide down her silky shoulders and off. As it floated to the floor at her feet, she heard the men collectively draw their breaths, at the sight of her virtually naked body. Jake exclaimed, "you are exquisite, Debra;" which the others confirmed. It was almost as if she could actually feel their eyes on her body, as she blushed and felt her nipples harden. The volume of the drum music increased and Antoine retrieved Baby from her cage. Although somewhat apprehensive, Debra allowed his to drape the python across her shoulders. She was surprise by the heavy weight and also by the warmth and smoothness of Baby's body. She had expected it to be cold and scaly, but was wrong on both aspects. The men began to sway and dance to the beat of the drums, and Debra followed suit. She twirled around and lifted Baby over her head (like she remembered Britney doing). She swayed and gyrated her hips seductively, attempting to be as erotic as possible. Her huge breasts quickly escaped their confines, and were now free and flopping aimlessly around on her chest. Seeing no sense in pretense, she again draped Baby around her shoulders, reached down, and untied the top and bottom of her bikini. The pieces fell to the floor, leaving her totally nude, except for the python. The men quickly followed and lowered their loincloths; tossing them aside. Now it was Debra's turn to suck in her breath. Antoine's statement that the members were well endowed was the understatement of the decade, as their cocks hung between their legs. Maurice, his dreadlocks flailing around his head, seemed to have the most unique penis. Due to his height, she had expected it to be long; and it was, probably almost a foot long; but its crown was what made it unique...it was huge, and bulbous. It looked to Debra like a sledge hammer swaying between his legs. Antoine's tool was also at least a foot long, but thicker, and with a normal sized head. "Mr. Clean," as she referred to Jake in her mind; had the largest cock she had ever seen. It must have been a good fourteen inches long and as fat as her fist...it truly looked like a weapon. As she watched Jerome dance in front of her, his "undersized" cock of "only" ten inches began to grow. But it didn't get any longer, just thicker. It looked like someone was blowing up a balloon as his tool expanded; finally resembling the world's largest kielbasa waving in front of him. She knew that it was just a matter of time before they would take her and use her body for their pleasure , and she felt the dampness begin to form between her legs. It was strange; the more excited Debra became, the more calm she felt...then she remembered the mandrake cocktail. It truly must be acting to slow her heart rate somehow; definitely acting as a sedative. As she swayed to the music, she thought of how she was completely naked in front of four strangers with the largest cocks she had ever seen. She was wantonly gyrating her hips and bouncing her ample breasts; virtually inviting them to have sex with her. Baby no longer seemed like a snake to be feared, just a prop to be used with her dance. She swung the heavy python around her head like it was a feather boa. The one thing she was sure of, was that she was fast approaching the point where she absolutely needed to be fucked...she craved something large and hard inside her moist pussy. As she watched the four feet of man-meat wave in front of her, she was nearly ready to beg for relief. Suddenly the drum beats reached a crescendo, and the men stopped dancing. Debra followed their lead and stopped; draping Baby around her neck. Antoine stepped forward and took Baby; using her as a scarf around his neck. Maurice and Jake each took one of Debra's hands and led her over to the large platform bed. It had no head or foot boards, and it occurred to her that it resembled a kind of altar. As they backed her against it, the silk covering was incredibly soft when it touched her ass. They raised her effortlessly up and lay her back on the cool silk; centering her prone body on the bed. The slippery silk caressing her backside served to increase the sensuousness of the situation. Antoine returned Baby to her cage, then informed Debra, " now that we have honored Li Grand Zombi with the serpent dance, we will worship the spirits of the dead by infusing every orifice of your body with the seed of life." After a couple of minutes, Maurice lay back on the bed, his long dreadlocks spilling out over the silk pillows. His cock, with its enormous head, stuck straight up in the air as if trying to reach the ceiling. Jake and Jerome each put one arm around Debra's back and the other arm under one of her knees, and lifted her straight up into the air. It only took a few seconds for her to guess what they had in mind, as they held her soft, silky body poised directly above Maurice's cock head. They pulled her legs further apart, and although her back was facing Maurice, she felt his huge hands grasp her tiny waist and position her exactly over his groin. Although her slit had already parted, she felt his massive crown spread her lips even farther apart as they slowly lowered her nude body down onto his pole. Inch by inch his cock penetrated her , until about half of his log was inside her; then they released their grip on her body and gravity took effect, fully impaling her on his huge shaft. She felt like a piece of barbeque meat on a skewer as she sat on his lap, her wet cunt enveloping his man meat. Jerome climbed onto the bed and straddled Maurice's legs, standing in front of Debra and waving his incredible "kielbasa" in her face. She knew there was no way she would be able to fit it in her mouth, so she just flicked her tongue out and licked the pre-cum from the tip. Jerome began to slide his massive meat up and down between her magnificent tits, using her sweat for lubrication. He used his hands to mash them together, forming a fleshy groove for his cock. On every up-stroke, she would lick the crown, tasting his secretion. Debra grasped his tree-trunk with both her hands, and even using both, she could not fully encircle his incredible girth. She knew her hands were relatively tiny, but the thickness of his cock was mind boggling. She licked his pole like an ice cream cone: from his balls all the way to the crown. Maurice put his arms around her waist and pulled her backward until she was laying on his chest. Jerome kneeled between their legs, grasped his hefty meat in his hand, and began to wedge it between her pussy lips alongside Maurice's. Debra used her index fingers to hook her cunt lips and pull them as wide as possible to accommodate the two cocks. Even with her hole already stretched by Maurice, it was a very tight fit as Jerome twisted and turned his meat attempting to gain entrance . Maurice withdrew his penis about half-way and rubbed it against Jerome, using Debra's juices to lubricate him. They began to push into her warm pussy, and once Jerome was past her lips, he just continued to push forward until both immense cocks were completely inside her. Debra lay her head back against Maurice and lay there, feeling her pussy completely stuffed with about two feet of cock. Maurice reached around her and encompassed her wonderful tits in his huge hands; rolling her gumdrop nipples between his fingers. Then began to withdraw at the same time, agonizingly slow, and scraping every inch of her insides. She could actually feel Maurice's huge head bumping against her cunt walls. When Jerome had withdrawn almost completely (of course Maurice still had four or five inches to go), they paused, and then began to push back into her just as teasingly slow. Inch by inch she felt them scrape every nerve inside her pussy, and the feeling was incredible. After repeating this rhythm several times; after they had withdrawn almost all the way, they suddenly shoved their massive cocks all the way up inside her with all their strength. The feeling of complete arousal took Debra by surprise as she immediately came around them, and she shouted, "oh my fucking God." They began to violently pound their giant cocks into her wet hole, and she shrieked, " oh my God...fuck me...fuck me hard!" As they continued to shove their huge poles up into her belly, Debra wasn't even sure she was conscious. She had never felt anything so wonderful in her life. She was only sure of one thing: that she wanted two huge hard cocks up inside her cunt, every minute of every day. Debra never wanted this feeling to end. Her entire body twitched and jerked as she had more orgasms than she could count. She was in love with the cocks jammed up inside her pussy. Her arms and legs flailed aimlessly as her climaxes ran together; her motions involuntary and triggered by passion. As they battered her expanded hole; as far as Debra was concerned, this was heaven on earth. They alternated their strokes: one cock thrusting up into her,while the other was withdrawing...the sensation was unbelievable. A white froth leaked out of her cunt as they hammered her pussy. Suddenly, without warning, they both shoved the entire length of their gigantic cocks deep into her belly, and she felt them expand even more. Her cunt walls accommodated the invading monsters as they began to spray her womb with their hot, sticky seed. It was like having two fire hoses erupt inside her pussy, as they flooded her belly; and with nowhere to go, her cunt expanded ever more to accommodate their liquid. The twitching of their cocks,and the gushing of their cum triggered Debra's scream, " oh my fucking God...don't stop...jam those fucking cocks into me!" She lay back on Maurice's chest, trapped between their large bodies; completely impaled on two feet of monster cock. Her cunt felt like it was on fire as their cocks continued to jerk inside her. Their poles served as plugs, holding the copious amount of fluids inside her, and making her pussy muscles expand even farther as they kept pumping their cum into her. If not for the effects of the mandrake, Debra would have noticed that her nipples were sore from the violent pinching at the hands of Maurice. When Jerome's "balloon" finally began to deflate, she could feel their juices start to dribble down between her firm ass cheeks and onto Maurice's lap. It felt like someone had turned on a hot water faucet between her legs, as the drip turned into a steady flow. When Jerome slid his shrinking sausage completely out of her pussy, it was like a dam had broken as their combined cum gushed out of her wide hole. She raised up and dislodged Maurice from her pussy, and a flood succeeded in soaking the bed. There would be no break for Debra, and she didn't want one...she craved hard cock. She anxiously waited for Jake to take Maurice's place on the bed. He used the other end of the bed/altar for the head, so they could attempt to avoid the soaked spot. As he lay back, Debra was reminded by the "third leg" reaching for the ceiling, that he possessed the largest cock she had ever seen. She probably would have been embarrassed if she had realized she had actually licked her lips in anticipation of being fucked by his monster. As she straddled his waist, facing him, she used her arm for measurement, and found that his cock stretched from her elbow to the tips of her fingers. She wasn't sure how long that was, but vowed to measure her forearm at a later date. She knew that with all the lubrication that was in her pussy; penetration by his huge log would be no problem. Debra raised all the way up on her knees and watched Jake aim his enormous pole between her legs. She felt it nudge against her puffy lips and slip inside her slit as he squirmed into position beneath her. She looked down and saw cum dripping out of her cunt, coating Jake's penis, as he prepared to enter her. She was so aroused at the prospect of having his horse- cock inside her that she couldn't wait any longer, and just threw her legs out to the side, removing all support. She immediately sank all the way onto his lap, burying the entire length of his monstrous cock into her belly. Her mouth opened in shock, but no sound emerged as she felt the largest cock she had ever seen bump against her cervix. It was truly like having someone's arm shoved up inside her pussy, and it was wonderful. Jake grasped her waist with his huge hands, and held her in place as he ground his pubic bone up against hers. She began to raise up on her knees and drop back down again, impaling herself on his pole, again and again. Jake joined her rhythm by thrusting up into her every time she sat down. It was a remarkable feeling having something that massive buried inside her, and Debra was once again in heaven. Her magnificent breasts slapped against her chest as they flopped up and down in unison. Jake complimented her, " you have incredible tits, Debra." He encircled her with his long arms and pulled her down on top of him, trapping her breasts between them; and she was aware of Antoine climbing onto the bed behind her. Jake had reached around her and grasped her perfect ass cheeks in his over-size hands and was now pulling them apart to give Antoine access to her ass hole. If she had not been so mellow from the mandrake cocktail, Debra probably would have panicked over the thought of something the size of Antoine's log pushed up inside her ass, but she merely hugged Jake's chest and presented her ass in all its glory. Her ass cheeks had been soaked with the cum of her previous penetrations, and Antoine proceeded to rub his crown all over the area, coating it as well as he could with the slippery secretions. As he lined up the head of his giant cock with her cute little rosebud of a sphincter, Debra lay on Jake and just enjoyed the feeling of his cock in her pussy. Antoine started to twist and corkscrew his massive cock at the entrance to her ass hole, and since she was so completely relaxed, the head popped through her sphincter ring with relatively no problem. "Ooooo," escaped Debra's lips as Antoine began to slide into her incredibly tight ass, inch by amazing inch. She could feel Antoine's immense tool slowly sliding into her ass, joining its virtual twin inside her belly. Its progress seemed to be endless, until his balls finally rested against her pale ass cheeks. She now had a foot of cock in each hole, separated by a mere membrane of skin. It felt like they were going to burst out of her belly at any moment. The sensation was incredible; she could swear she could feel every vein and wrinkle as they pressed against her walls. They lay there as one for several minutes, just enjoying the tightness and warmth of the situation. Debra marveled at the logistics: where did those two cocks disappear to; there was no way there was that much room inside her tiny body. She never thought that she would enjoy anal; she and Ray had never even tried it. Maybe it was just the sensation of being thoroughly and utterly filled with cock that was turning her on now. Then the men began to slowly withdraw their penises from her tunnels, scraping every inch of her walls as they went. It was more difficult for Jake, being on the bottom; but his hips were surprisingly flexible for a huge man. Debra was experiencing total ecstasy, trapped between two giant men; completely impaled on the largest cocks she had ever seen. The thought crossed her mind that they must resemble an Oreo cookie as they lay there. She pressed her palms against Jake's chest and raised up, permitting them easier access to her holes, and allowing her to glance down between her legs to watch Jake's cock in her pussy. Jake and Antoine gradually picked up the pace until their cocks were like two enormous pistons hammering into her ass and cunt. Jake was scraping her G-spot with his cock and grinding his pelvis into her clit, while Antoine filled her ass completely. As they pounded two feet of cock deep inside her, Debra shrieked, " holy fucking shit...fuck me...fuck me...ram those fucking cocks into me!" She felt her amazing body spasm, as they skewered her with their enormous cocks. Her tits flopped and danced on her chest as they rammed their monstrous tools up into her holes. She wanted to scream again, but was so overwhelmed with passion, that she could not even form words. She began to pinch her own tremendous nipples, as her body twitched in another orgasm. Maurice clambered onto the bed and stood, straddling Jake's head; presenting his "sledge hammer" to Debra. She released her tits and grasped his cock with both hands, as Antoine and Jake kept up their feverish pace. She licked his crown as if it was a "Tootsie-pop," and even though she was fairly certain it was impossible; she attempted to stretch her red lips around his head. Leaving a red lipstick ring around his crown, she forced the head inside her mouth. It was so huge that she could barely move her tongue, but she tried to tickle the underside of his cock. Jerome, not wanting to be left out, had sat on the side of the bed and was suckling on her left nipple; biting and nibbling on it. It was necessary to breathe completely through her nose because her lips were forming a vacuum around Maurice's log. Every erogenous zone of her body was being stimulated: she was sucking cock, and had over two feet of cock in her holes. Her pussy was secreting more cum than she thought was humanly possible. As Jake and Antoine persisted their thrusts up inside her holes, she grasped Maurice's incredibly long pole with both hands and stroked, as she licked the tip inside her mouth. Jerome decided to become more actively involved and stood on the side of the bed, jerking himself off and aiming his thick kielbasa at Debra's face. She found it was extremely difficult to give the proper attention to Maurice, because she was distracted by the actions of Antoine and Jake. They were absolutely hammering her pussy and ass with their gigantic cocks and she felt like she was going to faint from the over-stimulation. Jerome was becoming incredibly aroused watching her magnificent tits bouncing around and he began to ejaculate; spraying her flushed face and spurting his load all over her breasts. Feeling his milky semen dripping down her face, Debra rubbed it into her tits and began to squeeze Maurice's balls; suddenly craving the taste of cum. Urged on by this cum-hungry housewife, Maurice exploded in her mouth, coating her throat with a steady stream of his juices. Debra began to swallow as fast as she could, but she couldn't keep up with his stream and his cum actually started to leak out of her nostrils. She pulled his cock out of her mouth so she could breathe, and was treated to another load on her face and tits. Just then she felt Antoine and Jake violently slam their monsters up inside her holes. They expanded inside her, and then her insides were being flooded with their hot streams. She threw her had back and howled, "oh my fucking God...cum in me...cum in me hard...that feels so fucking good!" Their ejaculations were so strong that her body actually jerked upward with each major spurt. Their enormous cocks were so large that her holes were totally plugged and with no place to escape, her tunnels were forced to expand even more. She began to feel bloated with the extreme amount of fluids inside her. Without waiting for their erections to shrivel, Antoine slid his monster out of her ass, and helped Jake lift her effortlessly up off his cock. The sensation was incredible: it was just like the plug being pulled in a full bathtub, as their combined cum gushed out of her stretched out holes like a waterfall. Everybody Loves Raymond: Debra Does Voodoo "H-o-l-y shit," exclaimed Debra as they held her aloft. Everyone in the room was watching the cum flooding out of her cunt and ass, and drenching the bed. Antoine and Jake set her gently down on the side of the bed, while Maurice retrieved a clean towel and handed it to Debra. Antoine explained, "well, Debra, the ritual is now complete. All of your orifices have been anointed with the seed of life." She was still incredibly aroused as she glanced at the four huge, black men surrounding her. Their now flaccid cocks dangled between their legs like fire hoses. She was incredulous that she had just had four feet of hard cock inside her...and had loved every minute of it. She refrained from telling them that she would do it again for free if they were up for it. The truth was, she really wanted to be fucked again; but she knew it was getting late and she should be getting home. Antoine allowed her to make full use of the bathroom and shower. Even after the shower, her stretched out cunt was still a wide open hole, instead of a slit. The sumptuous bathroom even contained a professional full-head hair dryer. When she emerged from the bathroom, the men had all changed into casual attire, and Antoine was feeding Baby a live mouse. They inquired if she might be available for future ceremonies; and she assured them she would be honored. When she sat in the car for the ride home, she realized that her ass was unbelievably sore, and knew she would have to be careful with her actions for a couple of days. She smiled as she remembered being the "Oreo cookie" and having a slithering snake wrapped around her. If only the Barones knew... Everybody Loves Raymond: Debra Gets A Job EVERYBODY LOVES RAYMOND : Debra Gets A Job Debra Barone was seated at the kitchen table perusing the "Help Wanted" ads in the local Long Island newspaper. It wasn't that she desperately needed money; it was just that she was bored and really needed to get out and away from the house. The kids (twins Geoffrey and Michael, and daughter Ally) were back in school after the seemingly endless Winter break; and the only thing Debra had to look forward to every day was the guaranteed arrival of her bitch of a mother , Marie. When she and Ray were first married, she had thought it a blessing when they bought the house directly across the street from her in-laws; but as the years passed they had become steadily more obtrusive and meddlesome. It was to the point where she cringed at the thought of Marie's daily invasions; which were always accompanied by numerous criticisms and insinuations that she was not a good parent or housekeeper. In the back of her mind, she also wanted to start putting some money away for the trip to Paris that she had always wanted to take; but Ray kept telling her they couldn't afford. She wanted to expose her children to some culture, before they turned out like Marie and Frank (her boorish father-in-law). She had circled several employment opportunities that had caught her attention, and decided to call one that advertised for a "p/t receptionist. No experience necessary. Pleasant personality needed." When she called, she found out the business was "Relaxation Sensation," an establishment only about forty minutes away that offered physical therapy and relaxation therapy. By coincidence, she remembered that Robert (her NYPD sergeant, brother) had undergone physical therapy there when he had been injured on the job ("gored in the ass by a bull," she laughed to herself). It turned out they needed someone for a few hours, a couple days a week; and Debra made an appointment for an interview that afternoon. She had dressed conservatively for the interview; an ankle length skirt with a blouse and jacket; and thought that it would be a perfect job for her. The hours would be when the kids were in school; and it was fairly close to home. She found the location with no trouble; she had actually been with Ray once when he had picked up Robert from therapy. It was in a nondescript building that was divided into two parts: one part for the more medically prescribed physical therapy , and one part for the relaxation therapy. The office, which served both places , was located in the middle of the building. The young woman who interviewed Debra informed her that she would be handling phone calls, and scheduling appointments. All of the therapists available hours would be entered into the computer, so it was actually quite a simple job. All of the payments and insurance forms would be handled by someone else. She took Debra on a quick tour of the facilities, and she was surprised how clean and clinical the physical therapy side was. The relaxation therapy side was more welcoming; more "homey"; more relaxing. The interviewer explained that relaxation therapy was actually just massage therapy, but they tried to keep the word "massage" out of the advertising because it seemed to infer something seedy and illegitimate. Debra laughed to herself because on the drive to the interview, she had thought of the Lifetime Network show about massage parlors that starred Jennifer Love Hewitt. There were several massage rooms, and everyone there seemed to be very business-like. Debra was offered the job; she readily accepted; and agreed to start the next day. Ray accepted the news with reservation (he didn't really want Debra to work outside the home); Marie, of course, was against Debra working when she obviously didn't have time now to do her housework; Frank was indifferent; and Robert actually seemed shocked she had chosen "Relaxation Sensation." He told her that he still occasionally needed some physical therapy for his injury and he might run into her there. Debra's first day on the job was uneventful and her four hour shift went quickly . She found herself happy to be back working, and actually looked forward to each subsequent day. As the days went by, and she saw much less of Marie; Debra became more confident and extroverted. She got to know the masseuses and enjoyed conversing with them. She learned that in New York State you needed a license to be a masseuse. They were an eclectic group of people; Leylani, a very petite girl of Asian descent; Jasmine, a full-figured Black woman; Ingrid, a large-busted blond of Scandinavian heritage; Russell, a very muscular Black man; Heather, who looked like she was barely eighteen; and Vanessa, a beautiful Black woman who handled the billing and occasionally worked the massage room. There were others, but these were the ones who usually worked the hours Debra was there. The physical therapists didn't really stop to chat with Debra like the masseuses did, and were much more reserved and business-like. She learned that "Sensation" had a fairly large "celebrity" clientele , with several former and current professional athletes patronizing them . She recognized the names of a couple Islanders players from hearing Ray mention them while discussing his column for New York Newsday (and she always thought those conversations went in one of her ears and out the other). The first couple weeks she only worked two days each; and the next week she was there three days. As a receptionist, she was barely making minimum wage, and kept requesting to work more hours. Vanessa, knowing Debra wanted to make more money, one day asked her if she would ever consider becoming a masseuse. She told Debra that they could skirt the license requirement by officially listing her as an apprentice in training. She assured Debra that the rest of the girls were incredibly fond of her and had all offered to instruct her on the finer points of massage. She asked Debra, " you've probably had plenty of experience giving massages to your husband,right?" To which Debra responded, " not really; he doesn't need any encouragement to jump on top of me." Vanessa asked Debra to give it some consideration overnight; and if she wanted to give it a hand , pun intended; she could start with Heather the next day. She encouraged Debra by saying, " it appears you have a dynamite body under all those middle-age housewife clothes; and that means big tips!" On the trip home in the car that afternoon, Debra couldn't stop thinking about this opportunity to earn some real money. She had watched the masseuses count wads of cash they had received in tips. She knew the business claimed 30 % of all tips; and it was all kept in a separate lock-box from the regular billing. While in college, she had actually taken two classes in Kinesiology , which was the study of muscles and movement; so she did have some knowledge of how the human body interacted. She knew she couldn't mention this new opportunity to Ray because he would never approve of her putting her hands on another man (he probably wouldn't mind if it was another woman; the idiot). If Ray knew; then Marie would know, and she would never stop running her mouth about it. She mulled it over all night, and woke up the next morning convinced that she could do it. Not sure what she should wear to start her new position; Debra just dressed normally so as not to give any hints to her family. While informing Vanessa of her decision; Debra realized she was extremely excited and slightly apprehensive. Vanessa, a huge smile on her face, welcomed Debra to her new profession and turned her training over to the youthful Heather. Heather bounced over to Debra and gave her a big hug, saying "let's get you dressed." Debra was aware that the masseuses changed their clothes to give a massage, but was taken slightly aback when Heather announced, " I have found that the size of the tip is in direct correlation to the size of the outfit. The skimpier the lingerie; the larger the tip." The business had a whole wardrobe full of sexy underwear and lingerie for the girls to wear; and regularly laundered them. Heather had already selected a nearly transparent blue teddy over no underwear, that made Debra blush. Debra chose a long, flowing black nightgown; and wore it over her own underwear. Although she was completely covered; Debra still felt very embarrassed and self-conscious. Heather inflated her failing ego by telling her, " you are hot, girl." Heather chatted non-stop trying to put Debra at ease, telling her that the next customer was a "regular" who just wanted the standard oil massage. She would let Debra join in if she felt comfortable doing so. The customer turned out to be a very pleasant, middle-aged man who was already laying face down on the table covered with a towel across his mid-section. After introducing Debra and explaining the situation, Heather; completely at ease with her work; proceeded to administer a classic oil massage; starting at the feet and hands, and working her way to the center of mass. The man complimented Heather on her attire and turned over on his back. Debra almost gasped out loud when she noticed the "tent" the man's obviously erect penis made in the towel when laying on his back. Heather just took it in stride and continued the massage on the man's legs. She asked Debra if she was comfortable enough to start on the hands and arms; and Debra followed Heather's technique for her first massage. When they were done, and the man had handed Heather a $60 tip; they left the room so the man could get dressed in private. Heather hugged Debra again as they were washing up, and assured her that she had done just fine, "you're a natural. Tell Vanessa you want your own customer." Debra, her hands still shaking, replied, "I think I need to be an apprentice a few more times; but thank you for your confidence." Debra assisted on a few more customers, and one day Leylani took her aside and confided to her that the really big tips came when the customer requested "extras." Debra's eyes grew wide when Leylani asked her if she had seen the Lifetime series with Jennifer Love Hewitt. "Well, that's not far from reality," Leylani confided, "the big tips come from 'hand releases'." " If you are willing to provide that service and show some skin; you can make extremely good tips," she informed Debra. "This is all strictly confidential, and officially never happens, you understand," whispered Leylani. Debra found that she was absolutely speechless, as she just nodded her head. Leylani then added fuel to the fire when she mentioned that one man had tipped her $300 for a "hand release." While taking a break between lessons, Debra's head was spinning with the possibilities in front of her. Suddenly she remembered that Robert had said he sometimes returned to "Sensation" for additional therapy; and she chuckled to herself that if he ever found out what was really going on there, he would probably raid the place. Her next two lessons seemed to fly by as she was distracted by what Leylani had revealed. She made one of the boldest decisions of her life when, before leaving for the day, she told Vanessa that she was ready for her own customers and would be willing to provide "extras." She was off the next day and spent her time "psyching" herself up for her new profession. She told herself that it was just an adventure in life. Not being enamored with wearing "community" clothing; she visited the nearest Victoria's Secret outlet and purchased assorted lingerie. Debra returned home and excitedly tried-on her new wardrobe. As she gazed in the mirror at her naked body; she was pleased with what she saw. Approaching forty, and yet her shapely , long legs still had no signs of cellulite and were quite toned from all the housework (despite what Marie thought) and chasing the twins around. The high heels she had bought made them even more attractive. Her huge breasts were her best feature she thought (and Ray agreed). "Barnes and Noble," as her husband had nicknamed them, were a wonderful 38D, with not a trace of a sag. They really were outstanding, she thought to herself as she unconsciously caressed them. When aroused, like now, her engorged nipples resembled pink gumdrops atop large round areola. Her hand slipped down her still flat stomach and past the small landing strip of bright red pubic hair, all the way to her perfectly bald pussy lips. She had kept her cunt shaved, except for the thin strip, after the twins were born; and Ray became excited whenever he caught a glimpse of it. Debra realized that the thought of another man seeing her in lingerie; and her possibly touching another man's penis was causing her to be extremely aroused. She probably would have satisfied herself, but it was almost time for Ally to come bounding through the front door from school. She threw the selected lingerie and shoes in a bag for the next day, and headed downstairs to begin dinner preparations. As Debra drove to "Sensation" the next morning, she had a classic battle with her conscience. "Good Debra" telling her this was evil and sinful; and "Bad Debra" imploring her to try something new, something fun for a change. "Bad Debra" won as she parked her car. Vanessa informed her that her first "solo" appointment of the day was just a normal male massage...a regular customer who did not ask for anything extra. Vanessa instructed her to never offer or perform any "extras" unless Vanessa had specifically told her beforehand. The "special" customers were all carefully screened and were regulars who were known not to be law enforcement. Her very first customer turned out to be a retired professional hockey player. He was incredibly handsome; still in terrific shape; with an outgoing personality. He and Debra conversed like old acquaintances as she lost every bit of self-consciousness. When he turned over, Debra suddenly became flustered when she saw his towel "tenting." He was very calm about it and just dismissed it by apologizing and saying it had a mind of its own. As she massaged his still muscular legs; she couldn't keep her mind off what was causing the tenting; and she realized she wanted, more than anything, to see and touch the hidden penis. Luckily she remembered Vanessa's warnings, and resisted. When the massage was over, he complimented her on her technique, saying he felt totally relaxed; tipped her $50; and told her he would request her again. Debra, however was anything but relaxed...she was horny as hell. Being alone in a room with a naked (except for the damn towel) stranger with a hard-on, had driven her crazy. She quickly retreated to the lunchroom and downed a cold bottle of water. According to Vanessa, her next customer, Mr. Wilson, always asked and received a "hand release" but wasn't usually a particularly good tipper. Debra remembered what Heather had told her about tips, so she decided to show some skin. She changed into the totally sheer white teddy she had purchased the day before. There was no separate bra and the panties were almost non-existent. Looking in the mirror, she realized she might just as well be naked. Her round nipples were totally visible through the sheer material, and if she moved just right and the teddy lifted up slightly; her "landing strip" was fully on display through the thong's material. Debra knew that she was much more excited than afraid when she felt a dampness between her magnificent legs. Upon entering the massage room,it occurred to Debra that there was one detail Vanessa had neglected to tell her about Mr. Wilson...he was incredibly obese. The towel resembled a washcloth resting atop his huge naked buttocks. Any excitement she had felt over her previous customer had now changed to feelings of, almost, revulsion. Not only was he very overweight, and unattractive in general; the closer she got to the table, the stronger his body odor became. Mr. Wilson stared over his shoulder at Debra and whistled; making her instantly sorry she had worn such a skimpy outfit. Suddenly she felt cheap and ashamed; but knew there was no backing down now. She quickly oiled Wilson's immense back and began the massage. There was no verbal exchange like with her previous customer and she actually was working up a sweat, stretching to reach his entire body. She dreaded finishing his back because she knew what was next. As he struggled to turn over on the table; Debra tried desperately to keep the towel covering his groin because she didn't even want to see his penis. He grunted, "I'll give you $200 for a hand release," as she coated her hands with oil and started massaging his feet. Now Debra had seen Leylani get $100 more for the same service, so she figured she would try to bargain; and requested he increase his offer. He stared at her for a couple minutes, and his reply was, "I'll tell you what Red; if you strip down to the panties, so I can watch your titties jiggle; I'll spring for the extra $100." She began to get mad about being treated like a piece of meat, but she knew she had put herself in this position; so she remained silent and answered by slipping the straps of her teddy off her shoulders, and letting it drift to the floor. Mr. Wilson's eyes grew wide, and she could have sworn he licked his lips, as Debra stood before him totally naked ,except for the transparent thong and her heels. She thought to herself that, since her physician was a woman; it had been many years since anyone but Ray had seen her this exposed. It felt to her like his eyes were burning holes in her body as she continued massaging his massive legs. When she reached his groin, she oiled her hands; reached under the towel; and grasped his already erect penis. She didn't even look at her target, but it felt like a short, stubby dill pickle in her hand. As she stroked his erection, she knew his eyes were glued to the sight of her impressive breasts as they swayed back and forth. He grunted loudly, and her hand was suddenly wet with his ejaculation. Debra quickly drew her hand away and reached for a clean towel. As she retrieved her teddy from the floor; Mr. Wilson rolled off the table; wiped his groin with his towel; threw the money on the table; and quipped, "you have a great set of tits, Red." Debra almost ran to the bathroom to wash her hands; wondering to herself if she could continue with this profession. Was the money worth the degradation? Emerging from the bathroom, she was met by Vanessa who had a huge grin on her face as she stated, "well Debra, you passed your initiation. We give Mr. Wilson to all the new girls; and if you survive him without vomiting, then you pass. Believe me; he is the worst customer we have. By the way Deb, you have a smokin' body." She had forgotten what she was wearing and was suddenly self-conscious at the revealing nature of the material. She laughed along with Vanessa , now that she knew Mr Wilson was sort of an inside joke among the masseuses. Vanessa told her that her next, and last, appointment of the day was a regular customer who would definitely want an "extra" from her because he favored large breasts. His name was Bobby and he was a good tipper. Vanessa smiled when she told Debra that he was also a very large man; but in a far different sense. Debra tried to coax more detail out of Vanessa, but she merely told her that she would find out for herself. Entering the massage room, Debra once again found herself excited at the unknown adventure ahead of her. The towel covered torso before her was that of a giant of a man...if standing he would have been about 6 feet 8 inches tall. She was almost ashamed that her first thought was to wonder if his penis was proportional. She was about to introduce herself when she heard the man say ; "hello." Debra stopped dead in her tracks and she thought her heart was going to stop beating in her chest...the unmistakable voice she had heard belonged to her brother, Robert. She couldn't think; she couldn't move; she was frozen in her tracks as she watched Robert turn his head to look at her. She saw Robert's eyes bulge in their sockets as he recognized who his masseuse was. He sat straight up; grabbed the towel tight around him; and started babbling almost incoherently; "oh my God; Debra; I've only been coming here since Amy broke up with me; I only come here for a massage to relax." Suddenly she saw his entire body relax and a big, almost evil, grin crossed his face. Everybody Loves Raymond: Debra Gets A Job Robert, expecting to be relaxed; almost had a heart attack when he saw his sister enter his massage room. He immediately felt fear, and the need to explain his presence; but when he saw the look of abject terror on her beautiful face; he suddenly realized that, maybe for the first time in his life, he was actually in the driver's seat with a woman. He was totally in charge of this situation. God she was beautiful. He could see her huge tits heaving beneath the totally transparent material; and he was positive he could see the outline of her pubic hair. This was his dream come true because he had always wondered what Debra looked like naked. He realized that she was the one who had the most to lose; and she was totally in his control. He saw her trying to talk, and just said, "uh, uh, uh..I will do all the talking ." Robert paused a moment to gather his thoughts and strategy, and deliberately stated to Debra, "you wouldn't want Raymond, or Ma, to find out you've been giving hand-jobs to strangers for money; would you?" As she stood there looking like his every dream come true, he saw a look of fear and resignation come over her face...and he loved it. Debra, eyes down, replied to his statement; "Robert, please don't do this. You and I have always had a bond; and besides, you wouldn't want Marie to know you come here ." Robert laughed as he responded, " you seem to forget, Ma couldn't care less what I do; besides , she would just think it's a guy thing." "You're right Deb," he added, "we have always had a special bond; and after today we will be much closer. You just do as I say, and this will be our secret." Robert sat back on the table with the towel still piled on his lap; relaxed; and stared at his prey. He very simply said, " lose the teddy." Debra, knew she had no other options as she slowly slid the thin straps from her shoulders and felt the flimsy material drift down her legs and pool at her ankles. Robert could feel his dick harden as he glared at her magnificent breasts. They were even more perfect than he had imagined, and he couldn't wait to get his hands on them. "And now the panties," he ordered. She paused; hooked her thumbs under the waistband of the tiny white thong; lowered them past her shapely hips; let the thong drop to the floor where it landed on top of her discarded teddy; and then stepped out of them both. "Leave the heels on, " Robert commanded, "you are so beautiful Debra. Raymond is one lucky bastard." "Listen, Robert," Debra started to say, "if you want a hand release...." Robert finished the sentence for her, " oh there will be several releases here today; but I'm pretty sure they will be all internal ." He didn't need a reply, because the shocked look on her face told the entire story. He crooked his index finger; gestured for Debra to come closer to the table where he was sitting; and smilingly watched her breasts sway from side to side as she approached him. When she was standing right in front of him, Robert reached both hands around her midsection; grasped a firm, round ass-cheek in each hand, and squeezed gently. He leaned forward and nuzzled his large face between her wonderful tits; inhaling her scent. Despite her conscience telling her to resist; Debra could feel the moisture gathering between her legs. She was actually getting aroused by the touch of her brother. He removed his face from her chest; released her delectable ass; grasped a huge breast in each hand and bounced them up and down like he was weighing them. He bounced them several times, then began to knead them in his hands, and pinch her completely erect nipples between his knuckles. Debra's knees felt like jelly as ,"mmmm," escaped from her throat. Robert smiled and immediately took her perfect left nipple between his teeth and gingerly bit down. If she hadn't been supported by his legs on both sides of her, Debra would have sank to the floor as her knees actually buckled and she felt the dampness between her thighs grow. "So you like that," quizzed Robert; "well look what it's doing to me." And with that, he grabbed the towel bunched at his waist and Debra got her first look at his erection. Her jaw dropped and she whispered, "holy crap," as she saw the monster sticking straight up between Robert's thighs. It wasn't just a cock; it was longer and thicker than her forearm, with a head ,seemingly, the size of a baseball. It looked like an angry weapon. A strange thought went through her head: that one of the Barone brothers had to be adopted. She was mesmerized and couldn't take her eyes off it. She had seen Robert hundreds of times...how could he hide that thing inside his pants. She couldn't help herself from saying, "I don't understand why you can't keep a girlfriend, Robert." He simply replied, " sadly Deb, the majority of my relationships never reach this level. Go ahead, touch it...I know you want to." He was absolutely right ; and even though she knew it was wrong on every level; she timidly reached both hands forward and circled all her fingers around Robert's massive cock. Almost unconsciously, she began to slowly stroke it up and down. She knew it was impossible, but it seemed to grow even larger at her touch. Her fingers barely touched, it's girth was so immense. As she continued to stroke her brothers penis; Robert placed one of his huge hands on the back of Debra's head and pushed it down toward his purplish head. Debra never practiced oral sex with Ray; she thought it was disgusting; but she knew when someone wanted a blow-job. She stuck out her tongue and gently licked the pre-cum off the slit on the end of his cock. Opening her mouth as wide as possible, she tried to spread her lips around the massive crown. After several attempts, and coating it generously with her saliva; she managed to take the tip of his cock into her mouth. It was just too large to go any further, so she just sucked on the head and kept running her tongue over the slippery crown. She could actually feel the veins pulsing in her hands as she continued to stroke it. Robert, meanwhile, had his giant hands between her legs and was stroking her totally wet slit. Her juice was dripping down her thighs, but she was past the point of being embarrassed. As Robert looked down at the head of his dream girl, resting in his lap , sucking his cock; he knew he wouldn't last much longer at this rate; and he had other plans for his first load of the day. He pulled Debra's head off his cock; scooted back; and lay on his back on the massage table. His giant cock sticking straight up between his legs almost looked cartoon-like in its dimensions. As Debra stood naked beside the table; Robert thought that she very well may be the most beautiful woman he had ever seen; and he couldn't wait to ram his cock into her. He gestured to her and commanded, "climb on." Debra knew that everything about this was wrong; but reasoned that she had no choice...he was forcing her to do this. The truth was; she was as horny as she had ever been in her life; and she couldn't wait to feel that monster inside her. She threw off her heels; climbed up on the table; and straddled Robert's waist. Debra knew that nothing that large had ever been in her before, but she also knew she had to have it...and now. There was no need for additional lubrication, as she was already soaking Robert's lap. Robert placed his huge hands on both sides of Debra's waist and helped her raise up on her knees until her slit was poised directly over his cock-head. She reached down and, with her fingers, spread her cunt lips as far apart as she could as she sat down; lodging his bulbous crown between them. She didn't think it was going to work, when suddenly the head sunk into her with a "plopping" sound. She intended to hold there, with just the crown inside her, until she adjusted to being spread that far apart; but Robert had other ideas as he jerked down on her waist instantly driving his entire giant cock up into her belly. Debra threw her head back and screamed ,"oh my God," as her body involuntarily convulsed and jerked back and forth on top of Robert. Robert held her tight against him as her orgasm continued for what seemed like ten minutes, her cunt muscles squeezing his cock. Just when she started to relax; Robert raised her up to the tip of his cock, and pulled her down again as he thrust up to meet her. Debra came again and Robert started a steady rhythm of lifting her and pulling her back down. She soon joined him by raising herself up and sitting back down as he thrust up into her. As her massive tits slapped against her chest; Debra screamed out, " fuck me Robert...fuck me harder. Jam that big cock into me!" And Robert did. He wasn't just fucking her; he was punishing her cunt. He pounded into Debra's battered pussy with all his strength. He had waited years to fuck the woman of his dreams, and he wasn't going to be cheated. He looked down between their bodies and marveled at how her cunt lips gripped his cock on the out-stroke, until he jammed them back inside her. Robert was in heaven as he felt Debra's pussy walls tight around his cock. Debra didn't care if it was right or wrong; she had never been fucked like this before. Her belly was stuffed completely with hard cock, and it felt absolutely great. She had already had more orgasms in one day than in her entire marriage. As she rode Robert, she marveled at how much cock was inside her; deeper in her belly than anything had ever been before. She would have never guessed her cunt lips could be stretched that far apart. Her cunt was making "squishy" sounds from all her cum trying to leak out of her hole. Without warning, Robert grabbed her hard around the waist and held her tight against his lap. He reached down between them with one hand and pinched her totally engorged clit with his fingers as she felt his pole jerking hard deep inside her. She had another orgasm as she felt the inside of her pussy get warmer; and realized Robert was cumming inside her. Her pussy stretched even more to accommodate his massive quantity of sperm. Robert wiggled his waist as he tried to get even farther inside her; not wanting to waste any of his ejaculation. He was finally fucking Debra; and he wanted her to have every drop. He let Debra collapse on top of him, and they just lay there silently for several minutes. When he finally felt his cock starting to shrivel and slip out of Debra's fully stretched cunt; Robert picked her up like a doll and sat her beside him on the table. Now that it was over; and she knew someone else would be wanting to use the room soon; Debra was starting to feel embarrassed and self-conscious. "You promised you wouldn't tell Marie or Ray," she asked Robert. With a sly look on his face, Robert answered, "I promise , as long as we have a weekly appointment. And don't try quitting your job because that would be breaking your end of the agreement." A resigned Debra nodded in agreement, as she looked between her legs and saw that she no longer had a slit; just a wide-open hole. She stood up to get dressed, and their combined cum flooded down her thighs and onto the floor. She had to admit, it was a day she would never forget. As Robert left the building, he pushed some numbers on his cell phone and chuckled to himself, "I never said I wouldn't tell Gianni where to get a massage." (Any feedback is welcome and encouraged.) Everybody Loves Raymond - Debra Gets Sick A fictional story about fictional characters. ***** Almost from the moment she had happily agreed to the excursion, Debra Barone had regretted it. Her father, Frank, had been given seven tickets to see Placido Domingo perform in a production of "Cyrano." One of his lodge buddies had won the tickets in a contest sponsored by Metamucil or something. He didn't care anything at all about opera, but had been hoping to win the third place prize of a year's supply of antacid. He had owed Frank some money, but Frank had accepted the tickets instead. Originally there had been ten tickets, but Frank had sold three of them; then presented the remainder to Marie (his wife) as an anniversary gift. Marie idolized Placido, and immediately invited her son Raymond, and his wife and children. Debra, always trying to introduce more culture into her family's lives, had readily accepted the gracious invitation. The only drawback was that the performance was taking place in Philadelphia. Her husband Raymond, had reluctantly accepted because it would give him the opportunity to cover the Islanders/Flyers hockey game in person. Did it just seem that way, or did the hockey season last ten months a year? Ray was a sports columnist for NY Newsday, and he had convinced the newspaper to pay for a hotel room for the night so he didn't have to spend seven hours driving all in one day; or purchase an airline ticket. With only a nominal fee, he had been able to upgrade the room to a suite large enough to accommodate the entire family. Originally, the entourage was to include Debra's brother Robert and his girlfriend Amy, but Amy's mother was having minor surgery and Robert had consequently taken an extra shift. He was a Sergeant with the NYPD, and could basically have overtime whenever he wanted. Right from the moment Marie invited them, she had been incessantly nagging Debra about the trip. First it was about haircuts for the twins, Geoffrey and Michael; then about a new dress for their daughter Ally. Then, "make sure the boys have new suits...we don't want Placido to see them looking like ragamuffins." That was probably the last straw: implying that her sons ever looked dirty or disheveled in public. She began to seriously doubt that she could co-exist with Marie in a car for a three and a half hour journey without strangling her. Then it was as if fate was sarcastically smiling down on her: the day before the trip, she came down with a sore throat, and a stuffed up head. She felt so miserable that she went to the doctor's office, received some medication, and the diagnosis that she should just stay in bed and rest for a couple days or risk her condition developing into pneumonia. She had never felt so happy to be sick. It was decided that the rest of the family would continue with the plans for the trip. Debra insisted that she would not be the reason they all missed the opportunity of a lifetime. Any other time, Marie would have jumped at the opportunity to play the martyr and stay home to nurse Debra back to health, but there was no way she was going to pass on the chance to see "her Placido." She did make a big flourish about cooking a pot of homemade soup for Debra to enjoy while the family was away. Debra would never admit it (maybe not even to herself), but the truth was she was relieved not to be accompanying the family to Philadelphia. She was feeling miserable and congested, and looking forward to a whole day to herself. Normally, when a mother is sick, she still ends up waiting on her family, but not this time...Debra would actually have some time to relax and rest. As she trudged up the stairs that evening for an early bedtime, she left behind in her kitchen all the raucous shouting and arguing that always accompanied a Barone excursion. Frank always knew a shortcut to every destination on the planet, which invariably got them hopelessly lost. Luckily for them, this time Ray had gotten a print-out of the directions directly from the newspaper's Business Office. Before laying down for the night, Debra laid out all her family's clothes for the trip, and packed everything else they would need into a suitcase. She smiled to herself, and muttered, "idiot," as she remembered the time Ray had argued with her about whose responsibility it was to put away the family suitcase after a trip. He had gone off on another trip for the newspaper and left the suitcase sitting on the stairs with a hunk of ripe cheese rotting inside just to annoy her. She downed her pill with a swig of Nyquil and drifted off to a fitful sleep, dreaming of a large white-haired dragon with sulfur-breath. Early the next morning, after making sure everything was packed, everyone was presentable, and the tickets were in the car, Debra waved "good-bye" as her family pulled out of the driveway. Through the window she could see that Marie's mouth was a study of perpetual motion, and knew that she was the lucky one, staying home. As soon as her family was safely out of the driveway, Debra doubled-up on her medication, and curled up on the sofa for a quiet nap. She didn't wake up until four and a half hours later when Ray called to assure her they had arrived safely; if not sanely. He agreed that he wouldn't call again until the next day so she could rest without interruption. Feeling marginally better after her nap, Debra nuked a bowl of Marie's chicken soup, and had to admit that it did clear her sinuses slightly. She was about to settle back down on the sofa when she was struck by a brainstorm. She was feeling a little grungy, and reasoned that a long hot, steamy shower would probably help clear her nasal passages even farther. Remembering that when Robert had moved out , Frank had renovated Robert's bedroom and installed a hot tub; Debra decided to go across the street and treat herself to a good long soaking. After taking another dose of her medication (she really couldn't remember when she had taken the last pill), she grabbed the bottle of champagne that someone had given them for their tenth anniversary, wrapped herself up in her terrycloth robe and fuzzy slippers, and plodded over to her's house. Although she had brought the key, the back door was unlocked. "What is it with this family and unlocked back doors," she thought. Even though she was stuffed up, the house smelled like Jean Nate perfume, and spaghetti sauce. Debra grabbed a glass and headed upstairs to the relief of the hot tub. She quickly turned on the hot tub, and knowing that she was probably emitting a strong scent from having feverish sweats, she decided to take a nice hot shower before jumping into the tub. Her first priority was to pour and drink, not one but two glasses of champagne. Unfortunately she could barely taste the bubbly, but it did tickle her throat going down. She had to admit that Marie had a nice selection of body washes and scrubbers, as she shucked off her flannel pajamas and stepped into the shower. Turning the hot water up as far as she could stand it, she just stood under the running water and let it cascade soothingly down over her naked body. It felt so good that Debra shivered. She wanted it to last forever, but knew she would feel even better sitting in the waiting hot tub. She slowly poured some of Marie's body wash over her body and began soaping her luscious body. When she bent over to retrieve the dropped bottle of soap, she had to steady herself against the side of the enclosure, as the combined effects of the (double) medication and the champagne had made her slightly dizzy. She never had been able to tolerate much alcohol; a fact that Ray was constantly attempting to take advantage of. The hot, steamy air was having the desired effect of clearing her sinuses, because she could now smell the flowery scent of the body wash. Her inhibitions were also being affected, because she was greatly enjoying the way her huge breasts flopped around on her chest while soaping them. She was well aware that they were her best feature and real "attention-getters." They had grown to a full 38 D when pregnant with the twins, and had remained that way even after the nursing months. Ray had nicknamed them "Thelma and Louise," and she knew all his friends enjoyed sneaking glances at them if she wore anything low-cut. After nursing, her areola had grown a darker shade of pink, but her gumdrop sized nipples were still just as sensitive, and even now were erect. Her hand crept lower and began to soap the area between her legs. Since the birth of the twins, she had alternated her grooming pattern: sometimes she would shave her pubic area completely, and at other times she would leave a tiny "landing strip" patch of bright red pubic hair just above her slit. She was now in a "landing strip" phase, as her soapy hand tickled the short curly hair. She laughed to herself that she must be feeling better, because she really wanted to bring herself off, but quickly decided that with her slightly woozy condition, she would be better off waiting until she was sitting in the hot tub. She spread her soapy hands all up and down her still shapely legs,and cupped her firm ass cheeks. Although age was causing her ass to begin to jiggle a little, she thought that made it even more sexy. When she was thoroughly clean and refreshed, she didn't even bother toweling off, but gulped down the remainder of her third glass of champagne, and scampered into the adjoining hot tub room, leaving a trail of water droplets on the floor. After flicking on the whirlpool jets, she slowly and deliciously submerged her magnificent nude body into the bubbly hot water. "Ahhhh," she breathed out loud, as she felt the all-encompassing heat surround her. She reached for the champagne bottle which she had left on the rim of the tub, then realized she had left her glass in the other room by the shower. As she leaned back against the wall of the tub, she took a long swig directly from the bottle and thought, "who needs a glass...it's all for me." Reasoning that she had better drink all of the champagne soon or it would be too warm, she chugged the remaining liquid and drained every last drop from the bottle. Before long she was beginning to feel very dizzy and lightheaded: a combination of the medication, the entire bottle of champagne, and the heat increasing her circulation. Within a few minutes, she had drifted off to sleep, and was having a very erotic dream about being in the embrace of a bare chested matador named Cyrano, when she was awakened by the sound of someone shouting in the hallway just outside the bathroom door. Debra didn't panic, she was far too drunk for that, but her groggy mind raced: who was shouting; where the hell was she and why was she in a swimming pool? Any thoughts she had of standing were quickly erased when she attempted it and nearly fell head first. She laughed in her head, "oh yeah, I'm drunk as hell." Suddenly she recognized the voice as being that of Robert, and he was demanding, "hello...is anyone there...I am a police officer and I have a gun." Debra tried to answer him but wasn't quite conscious enough yet to form coherent words. He rounded the corner, gun drawn, shouting, "put your hands in the air." Debra did as she was told and thrust her arms straight up toward the ceiling. When she did, her huge breasts, which had been just floating on the surface of the water, were exposed completely and the bubbling water began to tickle her nipples. When Robert saw the face, and breasts, of his intruder, he almost dropped his gun and began stammering, " oh Deb...I'm so sorry...I knew the folks were gone...didn't expect anyone...oh Deb...so sorry...you're naked." He suddenly realized that he hadn't blinked, nor had he taken his eyes off her incredible tits. He abruptly holstered his firearm and turned away, blushing. He continued, "sorry, didn't expect anyone...sorry...you can put your hands down now." As she lowered her arms, allowing her breasts to once again resume their flotation on the surface, even in her very inebriated state, she recognized the opportunity to have some wicked fun with her gentle giant of a brother. Robert was an incredibly imposing figure at about six feet eight inches tall. It was no secret that he had always had a crush on her, and often told Ray what a lucky man he was. She was still aroused from the erotic dream he had interrupted, and her intoxicated mind was telling her to act on it. Debra had always thought Robert was the most attractive Barone, and the tingle she felt between her legs reminded her that she had always wondered if there truly was a correlation between the size of man's hands and feet, and the size of his penis. She knew deep in her subconscious that if it were not for the effects of the medication and alcohol, she would never even entertain these thoughts...or would she. Trying to be as sultry as she knew how, Debra softly said, "did you say you were sorry I was naked? What's the matter, Robert, didn't you like what you saw. It seemed like you couldn't take your eyes off me." He nervously stuttered, "so sorry. I did like what I saw...you are incredible Deb...oh my God, what am I saying." "Robert," she demanded, getting bolder as the alcohol rushed through her veins, "you turn around this minute and look at me." As he was slowly turning toward her, she stood up in the hot tub until the water reached just below her navel. When Robert turned around, the sight before him was truly magnificent: Debra's nude body was visible above her abdomen; her wet red hair clung to her pale shoulders and the top of her wondrous breasts; her hourglass figure was silhouetted by the late-afternoon light pouring in through the window behind her. Even her belly button was beautiful in Robert's eyes. He was virtually speechless for a few minutes, then began, "you are absolutely magnificent Deb; are you ..." She read his mind and finished his thought, "totally naked...yes, as naked as the day I was born...except for a little hair. Why don't you join me and find out. You look a little tense." Feeling a little unsteady on her feet, she slowly re-submerged herself in the hot water, her breasts once again bobbing on the surface. Robert wanted nothing more than to follow her suggestion, he had dreamed about seeing this woman naked so many times, but was fighting his conscience, "are you sure it's OK... I mean Raymond...you know." Debra softly urged him, "you know you want to, Robert; and I want you to. Are you going to pass up this opportunity?" No verbal reply was necessary as Robert began to shed his clothes. He kicked off his shoes and they bounced off the wall as his uniform pants and belt, complete with his holster, dropped to the floor. His uniform shirt and undershirt were next followed by his socks, until he was clad only in his loose boxers. As he turned toward Debra, she sucked in her breath and stated, "oh Robert...you really are glad to see me." It took him a few seconds to remove his shorts because they kept getting snagged on his huge erection. Debra could hardly speak as she stared at the appendage swinging between his legs. She had seen a couple porno movies at her sorority in college, but she had never seen a cock as large as the one walking toward her now. She had to ask, "wow Robert, does Amy know?" "Oh, no. You know her parents are so religious. You know she's holding out until she's married," he answered. Debra was completely mesmerized at the sight of his immense erection swinging in front of him as he clambered into the tub with her; it had to be almost a foot long and reached well past his belly button. The water level rose a couple inches as he settled down onto the bench in front of her. Neither could take their eyes off the other, but waited for the other to make the next move. Emboldened by her inebriated and aroused state, Debra casually said, "well, since I've seen yours; I guess you deserve to see mine." That being said, she stood up carefully on the built-in bench, and sat back down on the top edge of the tub, spreading her legs in the process. Robert just stared at her totally exposed slit, surrounded by her prominent, puffy labia. He watched hypnotized as Debra reached down with both hands, hooked her fingers onto the sides of her pussy lips, and spread them apart exposing the inside of her cunt. "See anything you like, Big Boy," Debra inquired seductively. The combination of her intense arousal and the heat dilating her capillaries had caused the inside of her pussy to be the brightest shade of pink Robert had ever seen. Her lips glistened, and Robert was pretty certain it wasn't just the tub water. He couldn't contain himself any longer, and sloshed across the tub to stand in front of her. "Deb, you are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen, and there is something I have always wanted to do," he proclaimed. "I'm all yours," she purred, and she saw his cock twitch in front of her. Robert reached out with his huge hands, grasped Debra around her waist, and gently lowered her back down onto the built-in seat right in front of him. She was now at the perfect height for what he had in mind. Very tenderly, like he was trying not to break a spider's web, Robert put his hands on her perfect breasts and began to knead them gently like water balloons. He then inched forward and started to slide his prodigious penis up and down through the valley between her tits. When he slid it up, the head was right at mouth level, so Debra stuck out her tongue and licked his cock-slit on every stroke. She helped him out by using her hands to squeeze her fleshy mounds together around his shaft. He watched his log fucking the tits he had dreamed about for years and Robert just moaned as his cock twitched and began to shoot a stream of white fluid all over Debra's face. His knees felt weak as he continued to slide his cock through her tit-channel and spurt his seed. Debra surprised him by opening her mouth and attempting to catch each spurt, licking the sides of her mouth as his cum dripped down her face. "Oh God, I'm so sorry Deb...I know I should have warned you..I just...I mean you're so beautiful...and your tits are so great," he apologized. "Robert," she tried to calm him as she reached up and wrapped both hands around his enormous cock, "it's OK, we just have to keep this wonderful tool hard because I'm not finished with it yet." "I don't think that will be a problem," Robert assured her; and it did seem like his cock was even more rigid than before. He put his hands under Debra's armpits and lifted her up as easily as a child would a rag doll. Holding her in front of him, he turned around, sat on the bench, and lowered her naked body to stand in front of him straddling his thighs. He marveled at the exquisiteness of her nude form: it was absolute perfection in his eyes, his eyes drawn to the red landing strip above her crotch. Robert leaned over and flicked off the whirlpool jets so he could clearly see her body in the water, then he scrunched down so that his groin was directly under hers. Debra looked down between their bodies and had to suppress a giggle because his cock was so long that even sitting in the water, the crown broke the surface and reminded her of a submarine's periscope. Neither wanted to wait another second, as Robert encircled her small waist with his giant hands and urged her to sit down on his lap. Debra reached between them and used both hands to spread her puffy lips apart until her slit encircled the tip of his crown. She knew that nothing even close to that size had ever been inside her before (except maybe in the dilation of childbirth), but she was more than ready. She began to bend her knees, causing her body to lower onto Robert's monster cock. As his mushroom head penetrated her slit, she released her lips and placed her hands on his shoulders for stability as she continued her slow descent. Everybody Loves Raymond - Debra Gets Sick She could feel her cunt being stretched by his giant log, and when she had about five inches inside her, she paused to let her walls get used to the invasion. It was a good thing that the hot water had relaxed her muscles, or she didn't think he would have fit inside her. Slowly she began to lower herself further onto his pole, her pussy expanding to admit his girth. Suddenly, Robert, overcome with desire, tightened his grip on her waist and jammed her tiny body down onto his lap with all his strength, fully impaling her petite body on his pole. Debra's eyes grew wide and she gasped, "holy shit, Robert...your cock is so fucking big." Debra just sat there straddling his thighs, squirming and enjoying the feeling of being completely full of hard cock. He adjusted his position slightly and her body twitched and jerked as she came around his cock. The feeling of this total penetration was exquisite, and her body shuddered. Her body was so buoyant in the water that she barely even had to exert herself as she began to fuck herself up and down on Robert's enormous prick. Robert leaned back against the wall of the tub, watching the woman of his dreams impale herself on his cock, her huge tits flopping around in circles on her chest in front of him. He began to help her fuck: when she would lower her pussy, he would thrust his hips upward jamming his giant cock up into her belly. He loved watching how her lips gripped his shaft; first being stretched out when she raised up, and then being forced back inside her when she sat down. Her tits were like magnets, and he took her left nipple into his mouth and nibbled on the engorged gumdrop as he kneaded her right boob. In and out of her cunt he jammed his monster, stretching her pussy walls farther with every thrust. Harder and faster he fucked her, water splashing onto the floor and Debra moaned, "oh my God, Robert...fuck me...fuck me harder." She reached up and began to roll her own nipples between her fingers, as Robert used his huge thumb to rub her engorged clit. Her whole body began to spasm and twitch and her cunt squeezed his pole, as she shrieked, "oh my fucking God, Robert, jam that fucking cock into me. And he did; and he held her down on his lap grinding his pubic bone into hers as he erupted deep inside her cunt. She could feel his warm cum spreading inside her pussy as he kept pumping his seed into her hole. An orgasm that lasted seconds, seemed like an hour to the participants, and Debra just collapsed onto Robert's huge torso, his shrinking tool still inside her. He whispered in her ear, as he inhaled her musky scent, "Debra, your body is magnificent...your pussy is so tight." Relaxing on his lap, she breathed, "thanks Robert, I have a feeling every pussy feels tight to you." They had been completely oblivious to their surroundings while they pleasured each other, and just now heard voices coming down the hall toward the bathroom. A familiar voice called out, "come on Robert, we know you're here, we saw your car. Enough of the hide and seek." Debra remained totally calm on his lap, but Robert was suddenly in a panic, remembering the original reason he had stopped by his parents house. Robert threw his large arms around Debra as if trying to cover her entire naked body as men began to appear in the doorway. Four bodies crowded around the door, and four lower jaws dropped open as they spotted the naked Robert and Debra. A collective, "holy shit," could be heard as they stared. Debra remained completely calm and relaxed, not the least bit self conscious about her nudity or their compromising position; the meds and champagne working wonders. Robert, panicked, began to explain, "Deb, I'm so sorry...I forgot why I stopped by here. Nemos has a big playoff game tomorrow, and without Ray here, everyone was so uptight that I invited them all here to relax in Dad's big hot tub." She was so peaceful and sedated that she just turned around on his lap, feeling his cock slip out of her stretched out hole, and greeted the intruders. "Oh hi Andy; hi Gianni; good to see you Doug, how's Carrie; and hello large black man who I don't know." Her words were slightly slurred and smiles began to appear on the faces of the members of Nemos basketball team. Not one of them could take their eyes off Debra's magnificent breasts as they bobbed on the water's surface. "Oh this is my friend, Deacon Palmer," Doug informed her, "we recruited him as a sub for Ray." Deacon, a tall black man, nearly as large as Robert, waved sheepishly and offered, "hi Mrs. Barone, it looks like we've come at a bad time." "Debra please... Mrs. Barone is Robert's bitch of a mother," Debra instructed him, "and nonsense, this is a great time. There is plenty of room for everyone; now get those clothes off and join us." As she said this she extended her arms out to the side as if to welcome them, her wonderful tits bouncing around as she did. Andy did not have to be asked twice as he began to strip immediately. All the others followed his lead until all four visitors were naked. Debra could feel her groin begin to tingle as she sized up the newcomers. Andy was an old friend who giggled and resembled the Pillsbury Dough Boy. His already erect cock was a nice six inches with a large plum sized crown. An old golfing buddy of Ray's from Queens, Doug was overweight with a penis to match: it was shaped like a beer can, short and fat. Gianni was Ray's oldest friend and the two had worked together delivering futons when Debra first met her future husband. His cock was a good eight inches, but very slender with a completely round head. When she glanced between Deacon's legs it was affirmed that it was no stereotype that black men had large cocks. His member was almost as large as Robert's, and the crown was the size of an orange. He stood there fondling it and she watched it expand. All of her inhibitions had completely disappeared, leaving her aroused and anxious to proceed. She felt like a kid in a candy store, staring at a smorgasbord of erections. Glancing down at the water in front of her, Debra saw that Robert's cum had seeped out of her cunt and was now floating on the surface. Robert also noticed this and retrieved the large aquarium net that Frank kept nearby to scoop up all his floating body hair. Watching him throw the net in the corner of the room, Debra began to consider how she was going to sample all of the cocks on her menu. "Andy," she began, "how would you like to fuck me?" His hand shot into the air like a kid answering the teacher, as he shouted, "yes, please...me,me,me." Doug remarked, "oh, why does he get to do it?" "Well, I figured it has probably been the longest since he has had sex...no offense, Andy," Debra answered. "Hey, I resent that," Andy responded quickly, "I had sex last night." "Yeah," quipped Deacon, "but she meant with another person." Everyone laughed, including Andy, as he climbed into the hot tub with some difficulty. Debra continued to plan the orgy, "Gianni, I have always thought that you probably enjoyed anal; but please go easy on me because I haven't done it in years." Gianni virtually leapt into the tub, splashing everyone, saying, "my reputation proceeds me...I am an ass man." "Ass hole, you mean," joked Doug; and everyone in the room burst into laughter. Debra, inebriated or not, continued to direct her sex partners, "Deacon and Robert, I think that if you sit on the rim of the tub, I can handle one of you in each hand." Doug, his lower lip protruding in a pout, inquired, "what about me, Deb?" She responded by just pointing to her open mouth, and he joyously admitted, "fantastic, Carrie hasn't done that since we said our vows." She directed Andy to sit in the seat vacated by Robert, and noted that his cock did not break the surface, as she straddled his lap. As she began to lower her luscious body down onto his impressive cock, Andy shouted, "oh boy, oh boy, oh boy." Her hole was still partially open from the stretching it had received from Robert's monster, so penetration was no problem. Feeling her hot, wet cunt envelop his hard-on, Andy threw his head back and moaned, "ahhhhhhh, that feels so freaking good...how I've dreamed of this." "Oh, you have, have you," inquired Debra, "has anyone else here fantasized about me?" "Are you kidding , Deb," Gianni answered, "every one of Ray's friends has wondered what you look like naked." "Well, I hope no one is disappointed," Debra declared. "No way," Gianni assured her, "those tits are fucking amazing." She felt a tremendous sense of pride as she continued to orchestrate her first gangbang. Leaning forward into Andy and forcing him back against the side of the tub, she presented her perfect ass to Gianni. He wasted no time advancing between Andy's widespread feet, grasped her round cheeks in his hands, and spread them apart exposing her brown hole. Not knowing what else to use to ease his penetration, he grabbed a bottle of body-wash and squirted it the length of his eight inches. Nudging his head against her hole, Gianni began to steadily push forward until his round head popped through her sphincter ring. The liquid soap provided the ultimate lubrication, and Gianni continued the steady pressure until he had slid balls-deep into her ass hole. As she felt the two cocks buried inside her holes, Debra moaned, "oooo that feels good..I should have tried this a long time ago." As the other three men observed, Andy and Gianni began to fuck Debra. It was like watching a porno-movie starring your friends; and all three were stroking their cocks. "Oh, fuck me guys, fuck me good," Debra groaned as they thrust their hard cocks into her. She was surprised how good it felt to have a cock in her ass hole. She nodded her head at Deacon and Robert, who climbed onto the rim of the tub on each side of Andy and sat with their logs standing at attention like bookends. Debra grasped a huge pole in each hand, her fingers not even coming close to encompassing them, and began to jerk them up and down. Suddenly realizing that she was having no problem with her congestion, she urged Doug, "OK, your turn." He jumped and retrieved a chair Frank kept there to put his portable TV on. Pushing it against the outside of the tub, he stood on the chair behind Andy, and presented his beer-can cock to Debra's mouth. She tickled his cock-slit with her tongue and then stretched her lips as far as she could, letting Doug stuff his cock into her mouth. She didn't think about it until later, but here she was a middle-aged housewife, servicing five hard cocks simultaneously. She was having a hard time accommodating Doug's girth; her lips felt like they were going to crack, so she kept tickling the underside and tip with her tongue, hoping to induce a quick orgasm. Her technique worked as he almost immediately began to spout his cum down her throat. Not being able to keep up with the capacity of his balls, cum began to leak out of her nose, and she had to jerk back off his rod so she could breathe. Doug continued to spray her face with his sticky semen, and the sight of her beautiful face and wet hair covered in his seed caused him to jerk his cock at her until he was through. Andy and Gianni had built up a nice rhythm pounding her holes, and they both knew they wouldn't last much longer. They were fucking the woman they had dreamed about and she was even more fantastic than they had imagined. As they thrust in and out of her, Debra encouraged them, "that feels so fucking good...cum in me guys." As she continued to jerk the poles in her hands, she felt Andy and Gianni jam their cocks up inside her and then her holes were being filled with warmth. Their pricks jerked and twitched inside her, flooding her ass and cunt with hot fluid. Andy, God bless him, reached down between them and pinched her engorged clit, as her body shivered and she joined them in orgasm, "oh shit that's good." She came so hard that Deacon and Robert had to peel her fingers off their cocks when her squeezing became more of a strangulation. It was a good thing for the buoyancy the water provided, because she then sat down hard on little Andy's lap. She was momentarily spent and needed to recharge. Gianni quickly slipped his rapidly deflating prick out of her ass hole and climbed out of the tub. He got the net and cleaned up the cum that was now floating to the surface. Andy, thoroughly enjoying having Debra on his lap, reached up and began to knead her wonderful tits. He just couldn't get enough of them. He leaned over and took each gumdrop nipple in his mouth, alternating left and right; licking and nibbling. Even though his shriveling cock was slowly sliding out of her hole, the breast stimulation kept her horny. Looking around her she saw Deacon and Robert holding their poles, still hard from her hand manipulation, waiting to get off somehow. They were conversing, and when they saw her staring at their cocks, Deacon announced, "up to now you've been in control Debra, but now we're going to try something I bet you never thought you would try." As they climbed into the tub, Debra could not take her eyes off their two huge logs; they were almost twins (except, of course, they were like comparing salt to pepper). Due to her inebriation and extreme arousal, she knew she would eagerly try anything they had in mind. Andy squirmed out from under her as she stood up, waiting for the two giants to reach her. Watching their enormous cocks wave in front of them as they advanced upon her, she felt an involuntary twitch in her crotch as she anticipated their touch. Deacon informed her, "it's a consensus Debra: that Ray is one lucky bastard." Robert sat on the hot tub bench and put his hands on Debra's petite waist with her back to him. She giggled to herself as she saw his "periscope" again while he was pulling her back toward him. Robert, using the buoyancy of the water to assist him, lifted her little body straight up and then began to pull her down into the water with his cock head lined up with her pussy slit. Wanting nothing more than to feel his huge cock inside her again, Debra used her fingers to pull her pussy lips far apart as his crown began to wedge itself into her slit. As gravity took its course, she began to slowly sink further, impaling herself as she progressed until she was sitting on Robert's big lap. "Oh Robert, that's so good," Debra breathed as she leaned back against his bushy chest. Deacon immediately advanced in front of them and lay his black snake between her incredible tits which had spread out on her chest as she leaned back. The contrast between his pitch black tool and her mammoth pale breasts was unbelievably sensuous. Deacon grabbed the bottle of body-wash and squirted a generous portion between her tits as he began to slide his pole up and down her chest. He cupped her jugs with his huge black hands and forced them together around his cock as he fucked her tits. Debra opened her mouth and took his huge purple crown inside as she ground her hips down into Robert's lap. She sucked hard on his head, ignoring the soapy taste, as Deacon pinched her gumdrop nipples between his thumbs and forefingers. Too quickly, Deacon withdrew his cock from her mouth and backed up slightly. Robert grasped her tits in his giant hands and pulled her backward against his chest, as Deacon bent his knees and rubbed his log against her belly. He winked at Robert as he slid his cock lower and prodded his crown against her already stretched cunt lips. Debra suddenly realized the plan they had hatched, and began to object, "guys, come on, you can't be serious." In answer to her question, Deacon hooked his huge thumbs inside her cunt lips, spread them even farther apart, and pushed forward. His head popped through her opening and into her hole, his cock rubbing against Robert's. "Holy shit," Debra shrieked as her lips were stretched to their extreme. The slippery body-wash provided the extra lubrication necessary as Deacon began to force his massive black cock even further up Debra's warm cunt. Deeper and deeper he slowly slid his giant pole up into her belly; her pussy walls stretching as he progressed. When his big balls finally rested against her opening, and she was completely filled with cock, Deacon and Robert just sat there resting, allowing Debra's tunnel to get used to the expansion. Her eyes were closed as she felt this incredible penetration. Debra knew that there was two feet of hard cock inside her little pussy, and the feeling was absolutely indescribable. Then they began to move... They withdrew about half way and then rammed their monstrous cocks back inside her belly. She was so stuffed that with every motion, Deacon's cock scraped her aroused clit. Debra actually saw stars in front of her as she threw her head back against Robert's shoulder and screamed, "holy fucking shit...fuck me...fuck me...fuck me." Her orgasm was monumental as her entire body thrashed between them, her massive tits flopping uncontrollably against her chest. "Jam your fucking cocks in me," she demanded as they followed her orders. "Look at those tits," shouted Gianni, stroking himself as he watched her tremendous breasts flopping around, and slapping against her chest. Robert used his hips to bounce her tiny body up and down on his lap, his giant cock slamming home with every bounce. Deacon reamed his monstrous tool in and out of her pussy, stretching it to new extremes with every hard thrust. They began to thrust in and out of her cunt simultaneously, their two huge cocks acting like one gargantuan penis. Debra felt like they were splitting her apart as she howled, "oh my fucking God...I love your fucking cocks...fuck me...fuck me harder." They began to shove their meat into her with all their strength, their balls slapping together at her entrance. Her hole was being stretched to an obscene level as she received the fucking of her life. Debra's mind was absolutely clear: nothing else existed except the cocks slamming in and out of her cunt. Her body shivered uncontrollably as her orgasms were coming in waves; the stimulation in her pussy nonstop. Debra breathlessly continued to encourage them, "ahhhhhh...fuck me...fuck me." Needing something to do with her hands, she grasped her own tits and began to twist her engorged nipples. Any other time she would have felt pain at this extreme treatment, but now it just served to stimulate her even more. Robert and Deacon were alternating their thrusts: sometimes simultaneously thrusting into her and other times taking turns withdrawing. They began to fuck her at a dizzying speed; slamming forward and then withdrawing almost all the way. Andy enjoyed watching their cocks disappear inside Debra like magic...there was no way she should be able to accommodate two feet of cock. His prick was rock hard as he awaited his turn again. Gianni had grabbed his cell phone from his pants pocket, and was surreptitiously snapping photos of Debra being double-fucked so that he would have them for masturbation material in the future. He thought to himself, "God she's hot, why didn't I ask her out when Ray and I delivered that futon years ago. I could have been playing with those tits all this time." The three spectators wanted to get involved in this epic fuck, but it was really too violent to allow them. Debra was completely oblivious to her surroundings, as water splashed out all over the floor. Deacon and Robert persistently slammed their monstrous cocks into her battered hole, filling her belly. Her puffy lips gripped their logs as they thrust in and out of her pussy. Her latest orgasm squeezed their cocks even tighter, and they finally were ready to fill her with their seed. They rammed their cocks deep up into her belly and she felt them begin to jerk and twitch inside her. Suddenly a tremendous warmth spread throughout her cunt as their cocks flooded her insides with their warm, gooey spunk. There was no more room in her pussy, and their cum began to squirt out around the edges of her hole. Debra lay her head back on Robert's shoulder and groaned, "ohhhh, your fucking cocks feel so good. Don't stop fucking me." Everybody Loves Raymond - Debra Gets Sick Robert and Deacon had never been so turned on: they were fucking an absolutely gorgeous woman, and she was urging them to fuck her even harder. It seemed like they would never stop coming, as they shot load after load up inside her cunt. Their gigantic cocks twitched and spurted as deep inside her belly as they could jam them. Deacon grasped the sides of the tub for leverage as he shoved his massive tool into her pussy as hard as possible. Robert loved the way her wonderful ass gyrated against his pelvis, forcing his cock to penetrate her cunt even farther. He couldn't imagine a better feeling than shooting his load up into Debra's pussy. Finally succumbing to exhaustion, Debra collapsed in Robert's lap as she felt their shrinking logs slide out of her stretched out pussy. She could feel the hot water rush up into her totally wide open hole, and it was a unique feeling. The surface of the water was sprinkled with floating gobs of cum, and she was fighting the urge to suck them up and swallow them. She looked around the room at the looks of disappointment on everyone's faces as they anticipated an end to the orgy. She immediately restored their smiles by stating, "you know the family won't be home until tomorrow afternoon. I hope you can stick around awhile because I haven't had nearly enough cock yet. I don't like having an empty pussy. Let's take a hydration break though, and I want to take some of my cold medication." And she added with a wicked smile, "maybe we can continue this on Marie's bed." Suddenly there were five rock hard erections in the room as they helped her climb out of the tub. ***** Thanks for reading my story. Please keep the comments and story suggestions coming. This story was the result of a suggestion by a reader. Everybody Loves Raymond: Debra Help (fictional story about fictional characters) It had been several months since Raymond Barone had been "furloughed" from his position as a sports-columnist for New York Newsday. The Barones had been lucky, in that it turned out Ray had a rather large, devoted following; so that Newsday had been purchasing and publishing several of his free-lance offerings. But the income didn't come close to equaling his former steady salary; and mortgages, in good neighborhoods, on Long Island were not cheap. The Orthodontist had just informed Ray and Debra, that their daughter Ally would need braces for her teeth. Unfortunately, after the initial six month furlough; their dental insurance expired. In addition, Christmas was only two months away; and they had always spoiled Ally and the twins, Michael and Geoffrey. They certainly didn't want the children to suffer from Ray's "under-employment." The furniture and futon store where Ray had worked many years ago when still single, was still under the same ownership, and had offered him a position as salesman/ deliveryman; but he had felt it was beneath him, and declined. Debra's meddlesome and overbearing mother, Marie, had declared, "my Raymond will not stoop to manual labor; he's always been a delicate boy." "You mean sissy boy. He's always been a Nancy," butted in his father, Frank. Ray responded by asking Debra, " maybe that friend of yours, Sheila, has some more modeling work for you." "I guess I can give her a call," Debra answered. Debra was still somewhat resentful of Ray for putting the burden of closing the budget gap on her shoulders; but she became excited at the mention of Sheila's name. She had initially met Sheila, an accomplished photographer, after deciding to pose for some "boudoir" photos for her tenth anniversary. The photo session had concluded with an extremely erotic encounter with Sheila, her husband Bill, and his business partner George. It was the first time Debra had cheated on Ray...but not the last. In the months since; under the guise of "modeling;" she had performed at a couple clubs, catering to kinky sex; and had posed for some x-rated photographs for "niche" magazines. The performances had given her an insatiable appetite for deviant sex. Being honest with herself; she hoped that Sheila had something really erotic for her. Not only did the performances pay extremely well; but they satisfied her recently acquired desires. She contacted Sheila the following day and was pleasantly rewarded with a very well compensated performance opportunity, right on Long Island. Sheila informed her that she knew of a coven of witches who were looking for a professional model to serve as a ceremonial sacrifice for their Halloween celebration. She told Debra that they were a group of suburban housewives and their husbands, who "played" witches to spice up their sex. She warned Debra that the atmosphere may appear foreboding; but no actual harm would befall any of the participants. She assured her that she personally knew one of the members; and would guarantee Debra's safety; and that the members were all perfectly clean...health wise. Sheila's acquaintance had already seen Debra's photo, and was intrigued by her long, red hair. Sheila gave Debra a phone number to contact if she was interested; and asked her to call and tell her how the encounter went. Debra, curious about the opportunity, wasted no time and called the number immediately. A woman who identified herself as Aurora answered; and was overjoyed that Debra had been recommended by Sheila. "Oh yes, we have dealt with Sheila before...we love her. As you have probably guessed; the job does indeed involve sexual acts; so if you are not comfortable with that prospect, we may as well end our contact now." Debra assured her that she was fine with that aspect. Aurora continued, " the ceremony will take place on Halloween night...we prefer to call it Samhain. We meet in a small private cemetery right here on Long Island. As you undoubtedly know, that is the night the veil between this world and the dead, is the thinnest. We are not actually witches; we merely tell people that we are practicing Wiccans because it is a more widely accepted belief than our true interest: we are devil-worshipers. That is the night we attempt to contact Him. We don't ask that you believe in our practice; just that you keep an open mind as the evening progresses. We will provide you with a ceremonial robe when you meet us at the cemetery. All we ask in terms of preparation, is that you completely shave your body hair...not your head, of course; we wouldn't want to change that beautiful red hair...but every other place. On that night we will require you to sign a "consent form," freeing us of any sexual abuse type claims. If you agree to these terms; I will give you the address of the cemetery; and we will see you then." Debra readily agreed; wrote down the address; hung up; and then sat back to contemplate the upcoming performance date. She had to admit some trepidation concerning devil-worship; but she knew it was only a role-playing game and was already excited about the sexual possibilities. On the afternoon of October 31, Debra indulged in a long, hot shower, during which she made sure her underarms, and pubic area were totally bare. She hefted her 38D breasts while the hot water cascaded down over them, and marveled at their firmness, "three kids, and just a trace of sag." They had enlarged to their current size when pregnant with the twins, and had retained their magnificence even after their birth. Ray had nicknamed them "Barnes & Noble." She smoothed body-wash over her shapely legs, and full round ass cheeks; her skin tingling at her own touch while anticipating the evening ahead. As she worked up a lather in her pubic area, she couldn't resist inserting a slick finger inside her pussy; teasing herself about what was ahead. After toweling off, she rubbed a thin coating of scented oil into her crotch area and got dressed. She made a quick trick-or-treat run around the neighborhood with the kids; then departed for her appointment. Ray had purchased a GPS unit the year before, and she had no trouble locating the cemetery. It was one of those small private cemeteries that you would never know existed unless you had a loved one interred there or lived in the neighborhood. It was already completely dark when she arrived...it was getting dark so early now; she hated that about the Fall and Winter. The cemetery was secluded at the end of a dead-end street.."where else would a cemetery be," she quipped to herself. It was surrounded by a high rusted wrought-iron fence, and there were many large trees interspersing the gravestones. She noticed a winding dirt road following the hilly terrain. There was a fairly new Volvo parked at the front gate, and when Debra drove in, a young blond woman got out and flagged her down. Debra rolled down her window and the blond introduced herself as Aurora. She inquired as to Debra's identity; actually asking to see her driver's license; and then asked her to follow her up the winding road. The road snaked through the gravestones and over a little hill, where there were several cars parked along the side. Debra could see several lit tiki-type torches in a small clearing, and a small cabana tent. There happened to be a full moon that night, and coupled with the light provided by the torches; Debra could make out the forms of several people (maybe a dozen) all dressed in long, black hooded robes. Once out of the cars, Aurora escorted Debra to the cabana. It was furnished with a small cot, a couple folding chairs, a small folding table, and t battery-powered lantern. Debra hadn't realized it before, but Aurora had been wearing a black robe , she just hadn't put up the hood. In the poor light at the cemetery entrance, Debra hadn't noticed how breathtakingly beautiful Aurora actually was. Her long blond hair was perfectly accented by the robe, and she had incredibly bright, blue eyes. She produced a carafe, filled with what looked like wine, and a glass. She informed Debra that the ceremonial wine was spiked with a mild sedative, and she suggested that Debra drink it to reduce any anxiety; and to relax her for the ceremonies to follow. Debra saw no harm in getting a little more mellow; so she allowed Aurora to fill her glass. Aurora then lay a piece of paper and pen on the table, telling Debra, "this is a consent form stating that you readily agree to participate in a sexual performance, and that you willingly drank the provided sedative. I'm sorry to be so formal, but everyone these days are so litigious, that we have to protect ourselves. It has to be perfectly clear that you are a willing participant." Debra quickly perused the straight-forward document, and signed it. Aurora smiled, and handed Debra a long,hooded white satin robe; explaining that the ceremonial sacrifice always wore white. Seeing no reason to be shy, considering what was probably to follow, Debra swiftly undressed; placing her clothes on the cot; and put on the robe. She always loved the way the silky material brushed against her naked body...her nipples were already hardening from the light contact. She then noticed that Aurora was barefoot, so she didn't ask about footwear, and followed suit. The wine cocktail was already beginning to take effect, making Debra a little light-headed and giddy feeling. She was notorious amongst her family for having a very low tolerance of alcohol, getting very tipsy on two glasses of wine. She suspected that the sedative was stronger than she had anticipated. As they arose, Aurora helped steady a slightly dizzy Debra; and they exited the tent. The light provided by the full moon, and the many torches made the immediate area quite bright; but it still took Debra's eyes a few minutes to adjust from the brightness of the lantern in the cabana. When her eyes were finally accustomed to the relative darkness, Debra was led to a wide,low stone altar surrounded by torches, and probably a hundred lit candles. She could make out metal manacles attached to large metal rings at the four corners of the oblong altar, as the hooded participants gathered around. The hoods concealed their faces, permitting Debra to only identify their sexes by the mounds or protrusions under their robes. She could definitely identify a few of the coven as female because of the large chest mounds, and nipples poking against the silky material. She assumed the rest would be revealed shortly. Her eyes had fully adjusted to the dim light and everything was now sufficiently illuminated. Aurora, who had donned her hood, positioned Debra at the end of the altar, with her back facing it. She began chanting in a language Debra did not understand...it could have been ancient Latin. The others followed suit, and quickly built up a rhythmic chant. This, combined with the effect of the sedative, was making Debra feel slightly woozy; and then the chant abruptly ended with a shout. Two of the members approached either side of Debra; grasped the shoulders of her white robe; slowly pulled the arms off her pale shoulders; and let the robe fall to the ground, leaving Debra totally nude in the night air. She could hear some murmuring, and the cool night air striking her bare nipples, caused them to harden. More chanting, as the members began to dance and twirl to the rhythm. When this round of chants stopped, four more of the members approached Debra. With three on each side of her, she felt herself being lifted off the ground, and he body sliding onto the altar; laying on her back. The surface was, of course, hard; but not nearly as cold as she expected. They lay her gently on the smooth stone, and she realized that the sedative she had readily agreed to, had caused her to lose almost all of her free will...she felt totally compliant to any suggestion. Although she was still fully conscious, she felt like she was floating above her body; watching the activities from outside herself. It wasn't an unpleasant sensation; just different. She knew she wanted to be here, and that was all that mattered. The hard stone against her back was strangely soothing, and not nearly as uncomfortable as she had expected. Two of the coven stretched her arms above her head and to the sides; snapping the manacles closed around her wrists. When they spread her legs apart and attached the other manacles to her ankles, she could feel the cool night air making contact with her , now parted, slit. A shiver ran through her body; not one from the chill, but rather from the anticipation of a sexual encounter. She guessed that she was going to be ravished; and she couldn't wait for it to begin. She felt incredibly sexy and alive. She was totally nude, spread-eagle, in front of a dozen complete strangers. The fact that she was absolutely helpless, only added to her excitement. The thought of struggling against her bonds never crossed her mind, because the realization of being submissive was very erotic. Aurora; she knew it was Aurora because even with the robe, she had a partial view of her face; advanced to the altar with some kind of brass vessel, and began chanting again. Everyone joined in as Aurora dipped what looked like a chickens foot, into the vessel, coating it with a red liquid. She dripped the liquid on Debra's bare belly; drew what looked like a five-pointed star on her abdomen; and stated in a rhythmic manner, "with this blood we anoint thee as our sacrifice to the all powerful Beelzebub. We invite the mighty Satan to claim this flesh as his own." The warm liquid dripping on her stomach, and the soft scratching of the claw caused Debra to break out in goose-bumps, and shiver again. She had to admit that they really did a convincing job with their rituals. Moisture was beginning to glisten between her legs in anticipation. Aurora announced to all, "now we must prepare the flesh, and wait for His arrival." Several robed members retrieved small glass vials, and gathered around the altar. They proceeded to pour the contents of the vials onto Debra's fully exposed body, and then began to massage it into her skin. The feeling of all those hands exploring her body simultaneously was incredible. The vial contents must have been some sort of stimulating oil, because her skin immediately began to tingle. Slippery hands were everywhere on her naked skin. When they rubbed the oil onto her aroused nipples, the sensation was as if they had pricked her skin with a hundred pins. They massaged the liquid over her smooth mound, and it felt like her pussy lips were on fire...she thought she was going to have an orgasm from the touch. Wet hands were running up and down her incredible legs and thighs, stimulating every erotic zone of her body. Oil was dripped between her slit, but no fingers penetrated her. She craved release, thrusting her crotch upward as they massaged her mound. When oil had been rubbed into her entire body below the neck; the members all stopped and began chanting again. Three coven members approached the altar holding large, lit red candles. When the chanting ceased, they tipped the candles slightly, and hot wax dripped slowly onto Debra's gumdrop-sized nipples, and onto her pubic mound. Her body jerked when the hot wax made contact with her pale skin. She couldn't decide which sensation was greater: pain or pleasure; but her body shuddered in orgasm, flooding the altar between her outstretched legs. More chanting, and then Aurora again approached the altar. She was holding a black velvet bag. After untying the drawstring, she removed a large, foot-long clear glass dildo, and held it up for all the members to see. "Now we must prepare the way for the Master," she proclaimed. She poured the contents of one of the glass vials along the length of the totally smooth dildo and leaned over the side of the altar. Aurora peeled the ,now hardened , wax from Debra's erotic zones, and poised the glass penis at the entrance to her slit. Chanting began again, and Aurora nudged the glass between Debra's pussy lips. The chanting increased in intensity as she slid the dildo further up inside Debra's cunt. "Ohhhhh, that feels good," moaned Debra as the glass cock penetrated her pussy. Debra was suddenly reminded about the stimulating effects of the vial contents, as it felt like a thousand tiny ants were crawling around inside her pussy. The glass, fully inside her now, felt so smooth and warm against the walls of her cunt. As Aurora slowly fucked her with the dildo, Debra's ass ground against the hard stone. Aurora ran the glass all around the entrance to Debra's pussy, making sure to contact her engorged clit. Just as Debra was about to cum again; Aurora removed the dildo and placed it at the entrance to her ass hole. Although she had recently began to have anal sex; the thought of it always made Debra tense up; but although she felt the dildo wedging itself between her glorious ass cheeks, she was completely relaxed. She realized that the sedative had taken effect, and she was grateful. Again, Aurora poured oil from a vial onto the glass dong, and gently, but firmly, pushed the slick organ past Debra's sphincter ring, and up inside her ass hole. It was so smooth, that it easily slid completely up inside Debra's ass. Up until she had met Sheila, Debra had never experienced anal sex; but now she found herself rather enjoying it. The oil was now stimulating her anus, and it felt like there was a living thing inside her. Aurora stepped back, leaving the glass inside Debra, and retrieved another vial. She rolled the sleeve of her robe up slightly, and poured the oil all over her hand and wrist. She leaned over and whispered in Debra's ear, "this may seem extreme, but you'll thank me later." With a quizzical expression on her face, Debra watched as Aurora leaned over her crotch again, and began massaging her pubic mound. She then inserted two fingers into Debra's cunt, and began wiggling them around. She added a third finger, and then a fourth; each time stretching Debra's lips a little farther. Debra raised her head; looked down between her legs, and observed Aurora cup her thumb under her fingers, and begin to wedge her hand between Debra's pussy lips. Applying a good amount of force, Aurora's entire hand disappeared into Debra's wide spread pussy. She didn't stop pushing until she was wrist deep inside Debra's stretched out cunt. Feeling Aurora flex her fingers inside her, Debra breathlessly groaned, "oh my God," as her cunt went into a spasm, gripping Aurora's hand tightly. Debra noticed that all the members had crowded around the altar, observing Aurora fisting her cunt. Her wonderful tits were flopping around on her chest uncontrollably as the hand violently fucked her. Just as she was about to orgasm again; Aurora stopped, and withdrew her fist. The members all backed away from the altar, and simultaneously dropped their robes to the ground. Now Debra could see that there was an even mix of males and females: six each. She now considered herself an expert on penis size; and she observed that all the specimens were of normal size. A couple of the women had extremely nice bodies; the rest seemed to be just average housewives like herself. All of the penises were, of course, completely erect. Aurora, as Debra had suspected, was superb. The coven began a low chant, and Aurora loudly proclaimed, "oh mighty Master, the vessel is prepared for your anointment...show yourself and claim your sacrifice of the flesh." The chanting grew in volume and tempo, as everyone's anticipation increased. Debra knew that her hole was still wide open, because she could feel the cool Fall air making contact far up inside her pussy. She was now totally comfortable with the glass dildo still inserted up her ass hole. There was movement at the edge of the light provided by the torches and candles; and then an enormously large man emerged from the shadows. Everybody Loves Raymond: Debra Help At least Debra thought it was a man. She knew it must be the effect of the wine and sedative, but the creature approaching them did not look human. The members abruptly ceased chanting and kneeled on the ground. Debra had to hand it to this group; they sure knew how to add realism to their party. The completely naked man-creature appeared to be almost seven feet tall. The muscles on his entire body rippled and bulged; his chest incredibly wide. His eyes seemed to be burning embers and his head was dark red, with horns curving out of each side of his forehead. His skin appeared to be rough, and almost scaly, and his fingers were tipped with unnaturally long, pointy nails. She could swear she could see a long tail dragging behind him and the tips of, what looked like, wings. But the most incredible feature was the appendage hanging between his thick thighs. She knew all these features must be the result of an incredibly great make-up job; but it certainly was realistic. They must know a great Hollywood make-up artist, she reasoned. Hanging between his legs was the most enormous cock she had ever seen. She was certain it was some sort of artificial dildo, because no man could walk around with a cock that size. And it wasn't just the size; she could smear that it was undulating like a snake, and that it's huge crown was shaped like an arrow-head. As he lumbered toward the altar, it hung well below his knees and seemed to have a mind all it's own. These people really went all out, she thought, as the man approached the foot of the altar. His head was huge as he leaned toward Debra and sniffed the night air. He lowered it between her wide spread legs and breathed in deeply; obviously smelling her excitement. She knew her hole was wide open; inviting him to taste her. His mouth opened, and she could see his teeth were amazingly long and pointed. She had seen pictures of people who filed their teeth this way. His breath was repugnant, and he howled as his tongue snaked out of his mouth. It was unbelievably long, and forked at the tip. She remembered reading where people sometimes have surgery to shape their tongues. It dipped between her legs, and she felt it make contact between her slit. It slithered deep up inside her pussy, and it felt hot to the touch. She struggled against her bonds; wanting to pinch her enlarged nipples. He withdrew his amazing tongue and began to climb up onto the altar with her. He truly was a huge man, and Debra wondered if she would ever see him without the makeup. The coven members were now standing, and had gathered around the altar; although keeping a good distance away. This enormous man, made up like a demon, put out his hand toward her amazing chest, and his claws (with the length of his nails, that was what they resembled) made contact with the skin on her neck. His touch was electric, and sent a shudder through her entire body. He raked his sharp nails down over her tit; flicking her enlarged nipple as he went. She noticed that his claws had broken the skin on her jiggling breast, and left five thin red trails of blood. She thought that now she would have to keep Ray from seeing her naked until they healed. He advanced between her legs; and she now knew what Aurora was referring to. She was thankful for the fisting, now that she got a closer look at his cock (although she knew it must be artificial). It was as big around as her calf, and she couldn't even guess at it's length...it had to be almost two feet long. He let out a bone-chilling growl, and nudged the head (it was shaped like an arrowhead) against her hole. Without warning, he lunged forward, burying his enormous cock inside Debra's belly. "Oh my fucking God," Debra screamed, her entire cunt suddenly stretched farther than it had ever been. He roared again, and even with her limbs manacled, his cock lifted her entire body up off the altar. She was completely impaled on his enormous cock. She felt like a skewered piece of meat. It seemed like his cock was on fire inside her, as Debra screeched, "fuck me...fuck me!" Her whole body convulsed as he withdrew his scaly cock, and rammed forward again. Her cunt was so full of cock, that it was making contact with every nerve that lined the entire length of her pussy. He withdrew again, and then thrust violently forward until he could go no deeper. Her pussy was stretched to it's limit; she was afraid her cunt lips would tear. He was fucking her so hard that she knew her pussy would be bruised...and she loved it. The heat inside her belly was almost unbearable. She knew she was taking as much cock as was humanly possible; but she wanted even more...she wished it was even bigger. The feeling of her pussy walls rubbing against the glass dildo in her ass hole, was indescribable. She begged him, " please fuck me harder." Debra glanced around her and saw that the members of the coven were all engaged in some variation of sex. Aurora was licking one member's pussy while a male member had his cock buried to the hilt in her ass hole. Two other males were double-penetrating a large breasted woman. Two other men were taking turns sodomizing each other; and a couple of quite attractive women were in the classic sixty-nine position. Her attention was quickly refocused on her current lover, as his impossibly long tongue snaked forward, and flicked at her nipples. She raised her head; looked down between her legs, and found herself hypnotized by the way his gigantic cock glistened with her juices in the torch-light, as it withdrew and thrust into her pussy. It was like watching a fire-place log disappear inside her. When he thrust up inside her belly, it distended her stomach to such a degree, that it looked like she was pregnant. "Oh my God this feels good," she thought, "please don't ever stop fucking me." It had turned out to be a cool night, but the perspiration was dripping from her face as he continued to ram his giant cock up into her cunt. He seemed to have limitless stamina and she had no idea how long he fucked her. She had countless orgasms, and after each one, would lay back on the stone while he just continued to stretch her pussy. She saw that Aurora was circling the altar, seeking out each male member, and having them ejaculate into a silver chalice. When they had all contributed; she approached the altar and instructed Debra to drink the contents. She complied, and rather enjoyed the flavor of the mixed cum. Aurora poured the remainder of the semen on Debra's heaving breasts, and massaged the sticky liquid into her skin. She then leaned between the man/demon and Debra, and nibbled on Debra's massive nipples. Debra could feel the invading monster squirm and ripple inside her expanded cunt, and again pleaded, "holy Christ, jam that fucking cock into me." He maintained his inhuman pace and a white froth formed around her cunt hole. Debra was almost delirious from the constant state of orgasm. His claws grasped her shoulders; he rammed his mammoth cock violently up inside her cunt; threw his head back and howled into the night. She felt his swollen cock undulate against her cunt walls, and then her belly was full of scalding hot liquid. The pain of the hot liquid was only outweighed by the pleasure. The pain was exquisite. He erupted inside her pussy, and her body convulsed and shuddered, as she joined him in climax. She thrashed around on his cock like a fish on a hook...she thought she was going to lose consciousness from sensory overload. Even while cumming, he continued to ram his enormous cock in and out of her battered pussy. The force of his stream threatened to penetrate the walls of her cunt, and Debra screamed at the top of her lungs, "fuck me, fuck me, ...I love your fucking cock!" His thrusts raked against the walls of her pussy, and scraped her swollen clit. His cum was like hot oil squirting up inside her belly. He howled again, and jammed his monster cock deep inside her, spurting even more burning liquid up into her cunt. He flicked his snake-like tongue around her nipples; her huge tits flopping around on her chest. She was absolutely drenched in sweat and, of course, the semen that had been poured on her. Her lover seemed to have an endless supply of cum, and he continued spurting into her pussy for many minutes. Every time his cock expanding with his fluid, it stretched Debra's pussy to a new extreme. When he was finally done emptying his balls into Debra's stretched out hole, his massive cock did not shrivel, but remained hard and massive. He lifted her body up off the altar with it again, and then jerked it free, leaving her to fall back onto the hard stone. She closed her eyes and relaxed, and suddenly he was gone...vanished into the night. Debra knew she was imagining things; succumbing to their fantasy; but she could have sworn she heard the flapping of huge wings. Aurora rushed to the altar carrying a silver goblet, and placed it at the entrance to Debra's cunt. Debra could feel the liquid literally pouring from her opening, and into the waiting vessel. She had heard the term "creampie," but this was ridiculous. She glanced down and saw that there was actually steam rising from between her legs, and from the goblet, as Aurora held it up to the sky and began chanting. she then passed the goblet to each nude member, and they anxiously drank from its contents. Finally she offered the goblet to Debra's lips, and she also drank as Aurora poured what was left into her mouth. Over the past several months, Debra had developed an acquired taste, almost a craving, for semen; but this liquid was different. It had an unpleasant, sulfur-like taste; and she choked as the warm fluid slipped down her throat. At this point, Aurora gently slipped the smooth glass dildo out of Debra's ass-hole. Debra felt completely empty; and craved something inside her. Debra, of course, could not see her own cunt, but she knew it must resemble a manhole. She was willing to bet that if you shone a flashlight up her hole, you could probably see all the way to her cervix, with no obstruction. She could feel the cool Fall air penetrating deep inside her wide open pussy, and wondered how long it would take for her cunt walls to regain their elasticity. One by one, the male members of the coven climbed onto the altar and fucked Debra. With her cunt already stretched obscenely wide; she felt virtually nothing when they penetrated her. Basically, she merely served as a receptacle for their cum. None of them managed to bring her to orgasm; although it wasn't as though she didn't enjoy being fucked. When the men were finished with her, the women took their turns with her body. Some of them kneeled astride her head, and she tongued their pussys and slurped at their juices. Her wonderful nipples were fondled, pinched and bitten. She finally had another orgasm when Aurora,again, stuffed her entire hand up inside her cunt. She slid up inside Debra's pussy well past her wrist, and literally fucked her with her closed fist. Debra moaned, "oh god that feels good," as her body shivered. As clouds began to obstruct the full moon, Aurora released Debra's limbs from the manacles, and she swung her legs over the side of the altar, preparing to stand. The cum from the last six cocks gushed out of her totally open hole and made a puddle in the dirt at the side of the altar. The sedative was wearing off, because Debra's cunt began to ache. She walked bow-legged, and gingerly to the cabana tent, to retrieve her clothes. Aurora handed her a key to a room at a motel about a block away from the cemetery, saying, "we know you'll want to clean up before going home. Just leave the key inside the room when you're done. Thanks for being our sacrifice; we would love to have you back again. Just let Sheila know when you decide." She handed Debra a thick envelope, " we hope you will be pleasantly surprised at the bonus...you were superb." Debra thanked her, while donning her clothes; and walked tenderly to the car. She knew a nice hot shower would feel so good right now; but her cunt had never felt more empty. (Thank everyone for their kind feedback and suggestions. Please keep them coming. Hope you enjoy this holiday theme entry. Unfortunately some people feel the need to post, unconstructive, cruel comments...to them I say : if you don't like this author's stories - just don't read them.) Everybody Loves Raymond: Debra Helps Out (A sequel to "Debra's Anniversary") (Fictional story about fictional characters) * Never in a hundred years did Debra Barone dream that the lousy economy would have such a direct and drastic effect on her family; but it had. The economy, coupled with the effects of the digital age, had created a crisis in the Barone household. New York Newsday, where her husband Ray had worked, had furloughed all of its sportswriters; and was now paying them just for the free-lance articles they submitted; that were accepted for publication. She knew "furlough" was just a fancy word for "laid-off." They had eliminated all "staff-writers." She probably should have seen this coming because subscriptions for the newspaper had been falling precipitously for quite some time...no one bought a newspaper anymore; they just read then online. Now, just three months later, they were already starting to feel major effects with their finances. Sure, everyone always tells you to "put away" ten or twenty percent of your income for "a rainy day" or for retirement. Ray did have a retirement account, but he couldn't touch it until he was fifty-five. They had no savings to speak of; how could they; they had three children and a fairly large mortgage. Now they were going to have difficulty making next months payments. Ray was able to sell a few articles to the paper; but no where near enough to equal his former salary. No one else ever mentioned it; but Debra blamed herself for their lack of financial stability, because she had stopped working outside the home when pregnant with Ally; and had never gone back. She had not produced any income in about eight years. Ray's overbearing parents, Marie and Frank, lived right across the street; but they had not offered any financial assistance; and Ray would never ask. They were a strange family...his parents would jump at the chance to help out with the kids, or around the house; but they were as tight with their money as a fat man's belt. Ray's brother Robert was a Sergeant with the NYPD, but he had borrowed money from her and Ray; so he would be no help. Debra knew that after paying the next months bills; they would essentially be out of cash; so she was desperate. She remembered that her friend, and professional photographer, Sheila had mentioned that she sometimes took photographs of models and sold them to "niche" magazines...magazines that had a very limited and select clientele. She knew the twins, Michael and Geoffrey, needed new sneakers; and that Ally had school pictures coming up next month; so she decided to call Sheila. Sheila was overjoyed to hear from Debra, but sympathized with her predicament. She thought for a moment, and then told Debra that she thought she may have the perfect assignment for her; as long as she didn't mind getting kinky...and naked. Debra was intimately acquainted with Sheila and had expected the latter. She would just tell Ray that the pictures were for advertisements; like being a "hand" model for dish detergent or something. Sheila mentioned the compensation amount; and Debra accepted immediately; although the inflated amount suggested to her that it must be something really kinky. Sheila told her that she did not have to bring anything special to the sitting; and they made an appointment. When she arrived at Sheila's garage studio; the two friends embraced and quickly went upstairs to discuss the shoot. To say it was a garage studio was to give it an injustice: the garage was a full three car building; with a full second floor. The studio was as large as a small house. Debra had been there before when having boudoir photos taken for her tenth anniversary...and things had gotten out of hand. She, Sheila , Sheila's husband Bill, and his business partner George; had all had a very erotic encounter that day...one she would never forget. The two friends sat on a comfy sofa in the office area of the studio; and Sheila began to explain about the photo shoot. "I have several magazines I submit photos to," she began, "and I think I have one that would be perfect for you. I take some pictures for "Jugz" magazine; but they really want obscenely enormous breasts. Your breasts are magnificent; just not grossly over-sized. I think you are perfect for the bondage magazine I submit photos to. You could probably even wear a mask to cover your face...just in case someone you know should see them. So what do you think, Debra?" "If you weren't kidding about the money you quoted me on the phone; I'm definitely in," answered Debra without hesitating. "Great, " Sheila exclaimed, "since I already knew your size, I hung some outfits in the changing room for you. Why don't you go change, and I'll set up the cameras. Meet you in the 'bedroom.' " Debra eagerly entered the changing room, and found some leather clothes hanging on hooks, waiting for her. She quickly stripped off all her clothes and shoes, and examined the leathers. The leather pants were very tight and she had a difficult time pulling them up to her waist. They actually didn't come all the way to her waist; they were very low hip-huggers. She chuckled to herself when she saw they had a zipper that went all the way from the rear waistband, down under the crotch, all the way up to the front waistband; so that when the zipper was opened; both her ass and her pubic area would be exposed. She smiled when she remembered she had shaved herself completely that morning in anticipation of something just like this. She next donned a short leather vest , that zipped up the front, and squeezed her chest like an old fashioned corset. The vest also had zippers at strategic locations: there was a zipper across each nipple area. The vest itself was so short that her whole stomach, and belly button , area was exposed. She had to admit it was very erotic. The hip-huggers were so low that they only came to about an inch above her slit; and actually left some of her ass crack exposed. The remaining article of clothing was a full leather hood; it reminded her of "Batman's " cowl. The hood would cover her whole head; and also had zippers for the mouth and eyes. Without putting on the hood; she scrutinized her figure in the full-length mirror; and found herself getting aroused. She really did look hot...and she still had the zippers closed. The outfit was so tight that it emphasized the little paunch she had around the middle; but she still knew she looked sexy. The final addition to the outfit was a pair of five-inch black stiletto heels that accentuated her shapely legs. In the distance she heard Sheila call, "are you about ready, or do you need some help in there." Debra answered her by emerging from the changing room and waddling into the "bedroom." The outfit was so tight-fitting that she had difficulty maneuvering her way. The "bedroom" was so named because it contained a huge brass bed used for boudoir photographs. Debra observed that the bed had been pushed to one wall; and there were several other pieces of furniture; more accurately labeled "apparatus," in the room. Sheila whistled appreciatively, and exclaimed, " you look stunning Debra; the long red hair will be the highlight of the outfit. It will frame the hood when you put it on." Sheila took the hood from Debra; opened the three zippers; and helped her pull it down over her head; completely obscuring everything but her eyes and lips. As she predicted; the red hair protruding under the hood was very sensuous. She had drawn down a faded-brick looking background; and had Debra stand in front of it while striking several poses. Debra had trouble hearing Sheila's directions with the tight hood covering her ears, and several times had to ask her to repeat them. Sheila understood; and tried to just manually move Debra's body into the desired poses. She unzipped the zipper covering Debra's left nipple, and her breast escaped through the opening ; pushing and twisting itself obscenely. After snapping a couple photos; she similarly released the right zipper; and Debra's other breast exploded through the opening under pressure. Her nipples were a bright red, where they had been irritated by the rough zippers. Sheila slowly unzipped the crotch zipper, all the way from front to back, taking pictures every couple of inches. When Debra's ass cheeks had squeezed through the opening completely; Sheila directed her to turn around and bend over to touch her toes. Her ass looked much bigger than it actually was, being forced out through the zipper opening. When she bent over; Sheila could see her, now moist, slit between her legs and focused the camera on it. She instructed Debra to reach behind her and spread her cheeks. Sheila took a few more shots, and then told Debra to relax for a few minutes while she positioned some props. Debra took the opportunity to remove the hood because it was incredibly tight and hot. Meanwhile, Sheila was moving a couple of wooden sawhorses, and crates in front of the fake brick wall and the effect was very rough and primitive. She informed Debra that the aficionados of the bondage magazines seemed to enjoy things crude and tough. She took the break as an occasion to rub some lubrication on Debra's exposed nipples and around her mound. She said the sheen would look more erotic in the pictures. When Debra had tugged the hood back on, and they resumed the shoot; Sheila had Debra sit on one of the crates and spread her legs wide. With the zipper completely open; Debra's slightly parted pussy lips were on display. Sheila actually focused an intense light between her legs to highlight Debra's cunt. She asked Debra to use the fingers on both hands to spread her pussy lips as far as she could. Sheila was amazed what a bright shade of pink the lights caused the inside of Debra's cunt to exude. She knew these shots were golden. Sheila asked Debra, "are you game for a couple of more extreme shots? I think I can get you a little more money." "Every little bit will help," replied Debra, "this hood is making me more brave." Sheila opened her prop cabinet, and produced some wooden clothespins and an empty beer bottle. As she approached Debra, Sheila admitted, "this may sting a little, but no pain...no gain." She proceeded to clamp a clothespin onto each of Debra's gumdrop sized nipples. Debra groaned slightly; saw that Sheila still had two clothespins remaining; read her mind; and spread her legs. With one hand, Sheila pulled Debra's cunt lips out, then clipped a clothespin to each. Debra was surprised that the ones on her nipples actually hurt more; but even that pain was beginning to dull already. Sheila had a satisfied smile on her face as she snapped pictures. She asked Debra if she would mind inserting the tip of the bottle into her slit. Debra rubbed the neck of the bottle up and down her slit, lubricating it; and then slid the tip inside her cunt. The clamped nipples; the clothespins on her cunt lips; and now the tip of the bottle tickling the inside of her pussy; and Debra was incredibly aroused. She began working the bottle inside her even farther; all the while Sheila was taking photos. Debra had five inches of the glass bottle inside her cunt and began fucking herself with it...she couldn't help herself. Sheila got as close to Debra as she could, focusing on the bottle penetrating her cunt at a blazing speed. Just as she thought Debra was approaching her climax; Sheila released the two clothespins on her nipples. The sudden rush of blood back into her sensitive nipples was unbelievably painful; and yet stimulating at the same time. Debra jammed the bottle up into her pussy; leaned back; and shrieked; as her body shuddered and jerked. She had released the bottle, and Sheila eased it out of her pussy; discharging a stream of fluid onto the floor. Sheila unclamped Debra's cunt lips; and assisted Debra in removing the leather hood. She was breathing heavily and her face was flushed from her orgasm, and the restraint of the hood. "Holy crap," declared Debra, "sorry about that; I just got carried away." "No need to apologize Debra," Sheila assured her, "I got some great shots; you get yourself together; get dressed; and I'll have your cash ready." Debra took a few minutes to recover; got dressed; and gratefully accepted her compensation. Sheila implored her to call if she ever needed money again; and Debra pledged that she would. She had made enough money to completely cover the next month's bills, and felt a sense of pride that she had finally contributed to the family income. The problem was, that the next month, the same bills needed paying; along with their school tax bill, and Ray was still not working steady. He had sold a few free-lance articles, but not nearly enough to cover their debts. With some trepidation, she again called her friend Sheila to inquire about possible employment. Sheila informed her that she was pretty slow right now, but they could take some file photos in case a future order came through. She hesitated a moment; and then told Debra that if she was in desperate need of money; she knew of a bondage club that was always on the lookout for a new "subject." Debra was indeed feeling desperate; and expressed interest in the club. Sheila told her that it would pay extyremely well, but would involve total submission to the club members; and she would have to agree to let them "use" her any way they pleased. Debra paused for a few moments; contemplating the possibilities of such an agreement; then replied, "I'm interested...as long as they agree that nothing can leave marks that last more than a few hours." Sheila told Debra that she would contact the club; show them some of Debra's pictures; and if they agreed to the terms, she would connect with Debra with a date. Two days later, Sheila called Debra and asked her to be at a certain address on Saturday evening, and be prepared to spend several hours. She assured Debra that the people were acquaintances of hers and she would be perfectly safe. Ray was actually overjoyed to hear that she had another photo shoot...he had already received a few "second notices" from some of their creditors. He didn't even ask his usual "twenty questions" about the job. He volunteered to watch the kids all evening; and Debra knew he would be sharing the duties with his mother. Marie was a real overbearing bitch most of the time; but she was great with the kids. As Debra drove the short distance to the address Sheila had given her, she was thinking that she couldn't imagine there were things like this going on so close to her own home. She was beginning to have second thoughts about the neighborhood she lived in...and for once; the reason wasn't hers. She guessed Robert was right when he said that you just never knew what was going on behind closed doors. She laughed under her breath and reminded herself, that she shouldn't "throw stones," because here she was going to join them. She didn't really know much about the bondage fetish; but she had let Sheila take those pictures, so she assumed that there would probably be some domination involved. She was becoming slightly aroused at the thought of being totally submissive to strange men. Sheila had told her not to bring any extra clothes, because whatever they wanted her to wear; they would provide. She found the house, and was fully impressed with the neighborhood. It was only a few blocks from Montauk Beach; and all the homes were extremely elegant and expensive She hurriedly applied some bright red lipstick (Maraschino Cherry, it was called), using the rearview mirror; walked the long length of the driveway; and rang the bell. In the background, she could hear many distant voices engaged in conversation; as the door was opened by a very tall, very handsome, distinguished looking man; she judged to be in his late forties. He immediately extended his hand and politely introduced himself, " hi, I'm Doug; you must be Debra. Please come in. Sheila has told me all about you, and we're delighted that you decided to join us this evening." He helped her off with her coat; hung it in the foyer; and motioned for her to follow him down a long hallway, saying, "everyone is down in the "Rec" room waiting...they can't wait to meet you." He couldn't have seemed any more pleasant; but suddenly Debra was having doubts about the evening ahead. She didn't know why; maybe it was the sound of all the strange voices; or just the unknown in general. When they had descended into the recreation room in the basement, Debra was convinced that she wanted to be filthy, stinking rich. The "Rec" room was larger than her whole downstairs area; with a twelve foot ceiling. She quickly took count of the number of people in the room; and there were seven others; not counting her and Doug...and they were all men. Men wearing all types of leather outfits; some revealing, and some not. Upon seeing Debra they all formed a haphazard line by Doug; and he proceeded to introduce them. Debra couldn't remember all their names, and she wasn't sure she wanted to. The men were of all sizes and shapes. Five white and three black. One of the black men was conspicuous because of his size...he was abnormally large. He must have been six feet, ten inches tall; and solid. He must have noticed Debra staring because he introduced himself as Jerome; saying he had played college football until he blew out his knee; now he was a successful sports agent. Doug sat Debra on a large, overstuffed sofa; and tried to explain the ground-rules for the evening; "you see Debra, we are all very successful and of considerable wealth; and consequently have extremely boring lives. We all get together on the weekends to have a little fun. Sometimes the wives join us; sometimes, like tonight, they do not. We are not into extreme pain, or anything of the kind; but we do like to dominate. We promise you that you will not actually be harmed; Sheila explained about the "leave no marks" clause, and we understand. We have modified all our whips, so that they will be lightly felt; but not leave any signs. Your "safe word" for the evening will be "Sheila." If at any time you utter that word; the evening will come to a close immediately. Basically, your only job is to allow us to possess your body tonight. If you agree to these terms; please step into the bathroom and change into just the robe hanging there; and the heels...Sheila was kind enough to provide your size," and he indicated a door on the side of the room. Debra, nervous but not frightened, nodded her approval; rose to her feet; and entered the Recreation room bathroom. It was amazing. The bathroom was larger than the one she shared with Ray. It was tile everywhere, and she noticed that the toilet even had a bidet. The tub/shower enclosure and sink looked like they were marble, with ornate brass fixtures. She quickly stripped off all her clothes, and slipped into the extremely lush white terrycloth robe, and the five-inch black stiletto heels. The heels stretched her legs taut and made them seem endlessly long. She fluffed her long red hair, making sure it cascaded sensuously down her back and shoulders. When she emerged from the bathroom Doug had changed into leather pants, with a strategic round cut-out in the crotch area that left his long ,slender cock dangling for all to see. He also wore an open black leather vest. She hadn't noticed before because they were all crowded together, but a couple others had on similar pants. The sofa had been pushed up against a wall and replaced with a strange looking apparatus. When Debra saw it, all she could think of, was the platform that the knife thrower at the circus uses to attach his victim to, when he spins her around and throws his knives blindfolded. Except it wasn't a circle; it was more like a giant X; with straps attached at the tips of the extensions, and a wide leather belt in the middle , at the intersection. It didn't take a vivid imagination to guess that before long she would be strapped to that apparatus. Everybody Loves Raymond: Debra Helps Out 03 ( A Sequel to "Debra Helps Out" ) (fictional story about fictional characters) It had been six, long months since New York Newsday had "furloughed" Raymond Barone, and all the rest of it's sportswriters. The Barone's had tried to adjust to their new economic situation; but it had been difficult. They had become used to the upper-middle class lifestyle; where money was not usually that much of an issue; and the change was difficult. They had cut way back on restaurant visits (and take-out); reduced their satellite package; and even Ray was forced to almost totally eliminate his golf outings. Ray and Debra had tried not to deprive their children: daughter Ally; and twins Michael and Geoffrey. They had done their best to shield them from the increasingly serious situation. Raymond had been able to sell a few free-lance sports articles to the paper, and to other publications; but they would not have survived if not for the contributions of Debra. After being out of the work force for ten years; she had made a successful return, by doing some occasional modeling work. At least that was what she told her family. The truth was much more erotic and exciting. She had been befriended by Sheila, a local photographer, when she had posed for some "boudoir" photographs for their tenth wedding anniversary. The photo shoot had turned into an erotic encounter and things had escalated from there. Debra had subsequently posed for some x-rated photos for a"niche" bondage magazine; and then performed at a private club which Sheila had provided the reference for. Sheila had made many contacts over the years as a photographer, and was more than agreeable to help Debra. Luckily, Ray was pretty much clueless about her activities; being grateful for her financial contributions. Since their Homeowners and Auto insurance payments were due next month, and she really needed some money for Christmas presents; Debra once again felt compelled to contact Sheila to inquire about possible employment opportunities. She held some resentment of Ray for not seeking out alternative employment; but he seemed to feel that anything other than writing was beneath him. Of course, he was throughly supported in this by his overbearing, meddlesome mother; Marie. Debra could just hear her telling everyone that Ray was a columnist; not a laborer. Frank, Marie's sometimes disgusting husband, was on Debra's side this time; and often told Ray to get off his "keister" and get a job. Although somewhat resentful, Debra's conscience told her that she had ten years of lost wages to make up...and besides; she suspected that her private club performances were turning her into a "sex addict." Sheila did not seem at all surprised to hear from her,and assured Debra that she had been saving a possible job exclusively for her. "You have the privilege of first refusal for this job, Deb," Sheila informed her. "Do you have any objections to dying your hair blonde?" Debra's first question was obvious: "why would I have to dye my hair blond?" "You remember, of course, the bondage club that hired you," Sheila inquired rhetorically, "well this is a club entitled "Blacks On Blonds" and they're looking for someone to perform at their Christmas party. They hire blond performers, exclusively. I know one of the members; showed him some of your photos; only the ones where you had a hood on, of course; and he remarked that you would be perfect for his club if only you were blond." After a few moments of contemplation, Debra responded that if the pay were equal to the one offered by the bondage club; she would accept the offer. Sheila was ecstatic and told Debra she would contact the club; make the arrangements; and let her know the particulars. Sheila added, " these members usually only provide you with their nicknames; most of them are married, and do not want to take any chance that their wives will discover their extramarital activities. I assure you that you will be perfectly safe with them. You know I wouldn't recommend them otherwise." Later that night she informed Ray that she had been retained by Sheila for another modeling job...this time she would just be using her ears; modeling earrings for a prestigious catalog. She told him that they wanted blond hair surrounding the earrings, so she would have to dye her hair. He seemed to accept her explanation without question; and was overjoyed at the prospect of more income. Marie, on the other hand, was much more inquisitive. She demanded to know why she couldn't just wear a blond wig. Thinking quickly, Debra told her they were afraid that with the wind machine blowing her hair, they were afraid the wig-cap would show. That seemed to placate her, at least temporarily. Sometimes Debra just wanted to slap her face; she was always insinuating herself into their private life. Ray was totally clueless about her true activities; and she intended to keep it that way. Sheila called her the next day, and informed her that the "appointment" would be the following Saturday night. She gave Debra the address; contact phone number; and wished her "lots of fun." She told Debra she didn't have to bring anything special to wear. On Thursday, after arriving home from her visit to the hair salon; she went immediately up to the bathroom to inspect her new blond "do." Charlene, her beautician for many years, had even dyed her eyebrows to match. Out of her handbag she produced a bottle of spray blond "touch-up" dye; usually used by women to add blond highlights to their hair...Debra had another use in mind. After completely shaving her pubic area for the bondage club; she had let her trademark red "landing strip" grow back. She thought it would be a great touch if she dyed her pubic hair blond to match her head. She quickly removed all her clothes; sat on a towel on the edge of the tub; and carefully applied the blond dye. When she was finished; she stood in front of the full-length mirror on the back of the door, and was utterly amazed at the transformation. The blond hair truly made her look like a different woman. She inspected her body in the mirror, and was quite pleased with what she observed. She was closer to forty than thirty, and yet there still was not a trace of cellulite on her thighs. When she wore heels, her shapely legs put some twenty-year-olds to shame. Her breasts were her best feature, she thought. "Barnes & Noble," as Ray had named them were full 38D's, and could still pass the pencil test. They sagged just a tiny bit; but were still firm and proud. Her nipples were perfectly in the center of her breasts and still had a nice pink glow. When aroused, they became as large as gumdrops. She hefted her breasts; watching them bounce. Her ass cheeks were firm , with just a trace of sag. "Not bad for a mother of three," she thought. She wanted to explore her body at greater length; but she could hear Ray and the kids stampede through the back door. She swiftly re-dressed; went down the stairs and joined her family in the kitchen. Upon seeing his wife as a blond for the first time; Ray immediately whistled, "hubba-hubba," and Debra could swear she actually saw drool on the corner of his chin. She knew the reason: she looked like an entirely different woman; and the idea of sex with a new woman was very appealing. She knew she would have to fight him off tonight...or just maybe she would meet his aggression and see how he liked it. Marie had followed them in, of course, and she just stood there, mouth agape, staring. She finally offered her opinion, " jeez Debra, you look like some kind of hussy." For once; even if it was for the wrong reason; Ray defended her, " don't you listen to her Deb; you look amazing." Frank, just coming through the door, piped in," holy crap...is that really you Debra?" Saturday afternoon, she put on a conservative dress and sensible heels; said her good-byes; and headed out to the car for the drive to her next adventure. She was a little nervous; but the previous experience of performing for the bondage club had helped to calm her down. The bondage club had been almost in her neighborhood; but this club's location was all the way in Queens. The directions led her to a modest, ranch style home in a seemingly quiet residential neighborhood. When she rang the doorbell, a tall, slender black man, dressed in a floor-length black silk (at least she thought it was silk...it could have been satin) robe opened the door and inquired, "are you Debra?" She nodded, and was invited inside. The man asked her to follow him down a hall, and then down some stairs into a basement room which was obviously a sort of "rec" room. Some arcade style games had been pushed up against the outside walls; there was a closed-up ping-pong table against one wall; an extremely large flat-screen TV taking up one whole wall; a large black, leather sofa; and what looked like a queen sized bed with black satin sheets. Gathered around the sofa were six other black men; all identically dressed in black robes. She thought she recognized one of the men standing in the rear of the others; but couldn't quite place his face. The host ushered her to the sofa, where they sat, and he explained what was expected of her; " first let me say, Thank You for coming. Since Sheila showed up your pictures, we have been anxiously awaiting the opportunity to see your face. You are an incredibly beautiful woman Debra. We feel it is in everyone's best interest if you only know us by our nicknames; since I am the only one not married. Most of the guys just tell the wives that we're getting together for sports. Technically it's not a lie...just adultery. Let me introduce you to the club members. I am known as the "Big Bopper"; this is "Fireplug," you'll find out why later; this is "Subway,"you know, home of the "foot long;" the tall one is "Screwdriver," long and slender; the one on the end is "Meat," which is pretty self-explanatory; the guy next to him is "Cabbageman," because of his big head; and the guy hiding in back is "Deliveryman," because he delivers the goods." Now Debra knew why she had recognized "Deliveryman"...he was Deacon Palmer; a co-worker of Ray's friend, Doug Heffernan. They had met once when she and Ray had dinner with Doug and Carrie . He must have known she recognized him; because he kind of shied away in the back. "Big Bopper" continued, "we have all been friends for years and meet about every other month to release our sexual tensions. I guess it sounds racist to call ourselves "Blacks On Blonds," but the truth is we also hire black women who have blond hair. No one is ever harmed; and we try to give as much pleasure as we receive. The only prerequisites for membership in our club is that you have to be black; and have a penis at least twelve inches long. Oh, and before I forget; Screwdriver is a Physician's Assistant, and he gives us monthly blood tests that he runs through the lab in his office...we're all perfectly clean. For that matter; three of the guys have had vasectomies; so they're good-to-go in that regard; but Sheila assured us that you are on birth control. If you agree to the terms; we can get started." Debra thought to herself; "yeah, I'm on the pill now after a certain very embarrassing Halloween trick-or-treat incident involving her idiot father, and gold foil wrapped condoms." Debra, already feeling herself get moist; quickly did the math and determined that there was at least seven feet of cock in the room; as she spoke, "I think we indeed have an agreement...how do you want to proceed?" "Deliveryman will show you to the bathroom where you can change into the articles we have provided. Sheila furnished us with your sizes. If you don't mind, we usually ask the performer to do a little strip-tease dance for us; as a preliminary." As Deacon directed her to the changing room, he nervously told her, " I have a feeling that Ray doesn't know about this; so I'll make a deal with you: you don't mention this to Kelly; and I won't say a word to Ray. Kelly and I are separated now anyway; but there is still a chance we could get back together." Debra nodded her agreement, adding, "I have always found you attractive Deacon...I mean Deliveryman; I can't wait to see what you've got under those clothes." She entered the full size bathroom and found a red silk robe, with white fur trim and red lace lingerie hanging on a hook. There was a pair of almost impossibly tall, red heels on the floor. "How festive," she thought. She hastily undressed and put on the underwear. The lacy bra was so sheer, it was almost totally transparent; and the g-string panties were almost non-existent. The back string disappeared between her ass cheeks, and the front barely covered her slit. The heels made her shapely legs even more firm and taut. She had to admit, she looked damn sexy. She could hear some "party music" thumping in the background (it was like "rap" holiday songs) as she emerged, wearing the robe. She loved the way the silky material caressed her skin as she moved into the center of the room. The floor was carpeted, so her feet didn't slide as much as she would have liked; but her heels weren't going to go sliding out from under her either. Some of the men had gathered on the sofa; others had pulled up folding chairs...all eyes were on her. Debra, of course, had absolutely no experience at stripping; but she had seen enough movies to know that you pretty much just dance and sway to the beat...and there was definitely an emphatic beat to this music. She paused, with her back to most of the men; dipped her right shoulder; and then began to sway to the rhythm. She slid the silky robe off one shoulder, exposing it entirely; the contrast between her pale skin and the vivid red material was very sensual. She let the robe slide off both shoulders; shook her newly blond hair; and then let go of the garment , letting it slip all the way to the floor. The men whistled and shouted; as she spread her legs apart; bent all the way over from the waist, using her long hair as a dust mop; and grabbed her ankles with her hands. Those behind her could plainly see her sphincter, with the thong string centered between her sweet cheeks. She stood up; continued swaying to the beat; reached up between her ample breasts; released the front-closure; and whisked the lacy bra aside; throwing it into the crowd. As her magnificent tits swayed to her movements, she could see several of the members begin to rub their crotches. She caressed her breasts, and began hefting them and bouncing them... her tits were truly spectacular. The string thong was so tiny that they could already see her, recently, blond landing strip. She played with the sides of her panties, teasing them. She ran the palm of her hand through her crotch; and could feel the moisture building there. She was trying to think of a sexy way to complete the awkward movement of removing her panties; and finally just put her legs together; lowered the string over her inviting hips; and just let it fall to the floor. More cheers and whistles, as she was now completely naked in front of seven virtual strangers. The heels made her legs seem endlessly long, as she continued to dance for her hosts. She put one leg up on the sofa arm, putting her pubic area on display for the appreciative audience. She extended her right index finger, and let it linger on her slit, before bringing it up to her mouth and sucking on it. Her head rolled in a circle; her blond hair sweeping her shoulders; and her tits jiggling. She dropped down onto the carpet; sitting on her shapely ass, with her legs extended in front of her. Using both her hands, she fluffed her long blond mane; then cupped her enormous tits and tweaked her aroused nipples. As she licked her lipstick coated lips; she slowly spread her legs, revealing her shaved slit. When her legs were as wide as she could get them; she reached between them; and with the thumb and forefinger of each hand, she hooked them into her cunt lips and spread herself open. Wide open; enough so that each member could see the bright pink deep inside her pussy. Moisture was now slowly drooling down her thighs onto the carpet. She let go of her lips; grabbed each ankle; and spreading her legs to their extreme, rolled onto her back with her legs pointed straight up. Now the club members had an unobstructed view of both her holes. As the song ended; she stood in the center of the circle, and took a bow. Almost as if there was a silent cue; all the members circling her body dropped their robes simultaneously. All cocks were fully erect; and Debra had to stifle a giggle, because it reminded her of a dark forest. They definitely all met the club's criteria. Fireplug was obviously so named because his cock resembled one...it was incredibly fat, and didn't taper at all. Meat was probably the largest; maybe fifteen inches, she guessed. She noticed the crown on Cabbageman was the size of an orange, and Screwdriver was indeed, long and slender. Deliveryman's (Deacon) cock was as perfect a specimen as she had ever seen...about a foot long, with a nice sized head. Trying to determine how exactly to proceed; Debra did what seemed to be the logical next step: she dropped to her knees in the center of the group, and opened her mouth wide, motioning for the men to approach. They didn't have to be urged; as they were already crowding around their "main attraction" for the evening. As Debra kneeled, she grasped the hard cocks of Subway and Fireplug in her hands and began stroking them. Her tiny fingers did not go even half way around Fireplug's stout member; a fact which, from the smile on his face, obviously made him very proud. Meat stepped up in front of her; presented his mammoth specimen to her face; so she stuck out her tongue and began to lick the underside of his throbbing organ. Someone, she thought it was Screwdriver, was behind her wrapping her blond tresses around his cock, while he jerked himself off. Big Bopper had set up a video camera in the corner of the room, and was making sure everything was in focus. Cabbageman and Deliveryman were sitting on the edge of the sofa watching the show; which was also being broadcast on the huge TV; patiently awaiting their turns. Meat slowly pushed about half his cock into her throat, as she sucked and tongued the massive tool. She had trouble concentrating on jerking the two cocks in her hands, with the obstruction in her mouth threatening to choke her. She remembered reading that it was impossible for the human brain to truly do two tasks at one time; so she just tried to work up a steady rhythm with her hands, while she directed her immediate attention to the cock in her mouth. Subway and Fireplug had began to fondle and massage her beautiful tits as she squeezed their meat; and she could feel the fire in her groin growing. It didn't take Meat that long to reach his limits..the sight of this gorgeous blond, with her cherry-red lips milking his cock was overwhelming, as he began to spurt his cum directly down her throat. Debra managed to swallow every drop; and licked him clean as he withdrew from her mouth. Not wanting to "waste" his ejaculation on a mere hand-job; Subway quickly took Meat's place in front of Debra; and watched her lips wrap around his"foot-long." Big Bopper laid his swelled cock in her hand, replacing Subway. She felt someone rubbing her round ass cheeks, so she raised up on her knees a little; and was surprised when Cabbageman's head appeared between her legs, from behind. He was lying on his back on the floor, behind her; with his head between her legs; looking up at her angelic face. Sitting on her knees, her slit was already partially open; and he took this as an invitation, as he shoved his tongue straight up into her wet pussy. She couldn't help herself, as her body convulsed; she bit down on Subway; strangled the cock's of Fireplug and Big Bopper; sat hard on Cabbageman's face; and flooded it with her cum. Feeling her teeth sink into his tool; Subway began to pump his seed into Debra's inviting mouth, as Cabbageman literally drank the fluid dripping from her cunt. Fireplug disengaged from her grip; and presented his stump to her red lips. Deliveryman folded her fingers around his cock, as they all watched her try to open her mouth wide enough to encompass Fireplug. Everybody Loves Raymond: Debra Helps Out 03 It was impossible, even with her lips fully extended, to get Fireplug's fat cock into her mouth; so she fastened her lips around the tip and sucked hard, while running her tongue around the edge. This seemed to satisfy him, as he placed his hands on the back of her head to hold her in place. Big Bopper suddenly erupted in her hand, shooting his considerable load all over the side of her left breast; then reached over and rubbed the sticky fluid into her skin. Debra had read somewhere that the protein in male seminal fluid was actually beneficial for skin texture; so she didn't mind. She would never admit it to anyone; but she had recently had a dream about taking a bath in a tub filled with men's cum. Cabbageman slid out from under her, and replaced Big Bopper in her left hand; while she continued to jerk Deacon (Deliveryman). Fireplug decided he wanted to save his sperm for another hole; and let Screwdriver take his place in her mouth. This was a welcome change for Debra, because, although his cock was extremely long; it was very slender and she easily took him far down her throat without choking. She made a mental note of how great she was becoming at cock-sucking...maybe she would even try it on Ray sometime; for a special occasion. Deliveryman was massaging her wonderful tits with his huge hands,and it felt glorious to Debra. He twirled her gumdrop sized nipples using his forefingers and thumbs; causing her to shiver. He too, decided to save his first big load; and stepped aside to let Cabbageman have his turn at a hand-job. When Screwdriver shot his load, he was halfway down her throat; and she had difficulty swallowing fast enough. She gulped as fast as she could, and only a couple drops escaped her mouth when he withdrew. Deacon winked at her as he placed the head of his cock on her bottom lip; then slowly slid it past her puffy lips. She licked the head inside her mouth, and sucked him deeper. He began to thrust into her face, as his scrotum slapped against the underside of her chin. He placed his hands on her shoulders and actually moved her whole upper body forward and back, as he fucked her face. Meat and Cabbageman were sucking on her nipples; and Fireplug was fondling her soft, round ass cheeks. When having dinner at the Heffernans with the Barones; Deacon had observed Debra licking the wine drips off the rim of her glass; and the innocent gesture had given him an erection...now that tongue was playing with his cock. She licked the underside; he jammed it down her throat, and forcefully blew his load, as he held her in place. Debra was pleased that she had not eaten a large meal that day; because her stomach was now full of liquid protein. All the members seemed to draw back; giving her a break; and she realized, waiting for the next round of sex. Every cock in the room was still erect; seven giant roots, all growing straight up. Deacon offered her a towel, if she wanted to wipe away any stray fluids, and, taking her hand, led her to the satin covered bed. He leaned over, smiled and whispered in her ear, "ever since the first time I met you; I've fantasized about jamming my cock up your ass." As he laid back on the bed and scooted his way to the center, pulling Debra with him; Deliveryman called out to Big Bopper, " toss me the bottle of love lube." He caught the squeeze bottle one-handed; flipped the top; and squirted the slippery liquid all along the length of his stiff cock. As he sat on the bed, he pulled Debra, with her back facing him , up onto his lap until her back was wedged against his ready log. As he ran his hands up and down her arms and shoulders; he was amazed at how incredibly smooth her skin was. Reaching his long arms around her naked body; he pulled her close to him and began to knead her wonderful, full breasts. He whispered in her ear, "your tits are just fantastic, Debra...even better than I fantasized." Juice was literally dripping out of her pussy now, as she reveled in the fact that someone, as handsome as Deacon, had fantasies about her. As she nestled against his firm chest, he grasped her waist in his hands, and lifted her up off his lap. She assisted him by putting her knees down and raising her body up, until it was poised directly above his pole. Big Bopper was busy moving and adjusting the camera near the foot of the bed; and the other members were gathered around the action. Debra felt the head of Deacon's marvelous specimen nudging between her smooth, round cheeks as he held her above it. The crown found her ass hole, and began to wedge itself inside. As her sphincter spread gradually wider, his head popped through her muscle ring and penetrated her ass. Deacon, his hands firmly encircling her waist, slowly pulled her down onto him; impaling her ass with his substantial cock. As she felt her ass being invaded by Deacon's salami; Debra thought to herself that just a few short months ago, she had been an anal virgin...now it seemed perfectly normal to her. She had never had anything that large in her ass before though, and she concentrated on relaxing her muscles to permit it. It surprised her how nice it felt; so firm and snug. He released her waist and resumed kneading and squeezing her tits; as his hips pumped his cock into her incredibly tight ass. She was so tiny in his huge hands, that she felt like a doll riding his log. Screwdriver climbed onto the bed and advanced in front of Debra; his long,slender penis waving like a flag in front of him. She nestled back against Deacon's chest; brought her legs back in front of her and spread them obscenely wide. Screwdriver, holding his erection in his hand; crawled up to her body, and placed the head of his cock against her slit. No external lubrication was necessary; but, as a courtesy, he grabbed the bottle of lube and squirted a generous amount onto her mound. Deliveryman thrust his hips forward, elevating her body and making her more accessible ; as Screwdriver wedged his crown between her juicy cunt lips. Debra balled her hands into fists; preparing for the upcoming invasion; and grit her teeth. Then with steady, firm, forward pressure; Screwdriver slid his thirteen inches of hard cock all the way up Debra's pussy; joining Deacon's inside her body. "Oh my God," moaned Debra, as she shuddered and her body added lubrication to both cocks; as her leaking juices drooled down onto Deacon's penis. As they both began to thrust in and out of her tiny body; Debra was overcome with pleasure, and she continued to shiver and cum. Deliveryman began to slowly withdraw and slide into her ass; while Screwdriver resumed a more frantic pace. He was truly turned on by the blond housewife, and it only took a few hard strokes before his body shook and she could feel his warm cum spurting up inside her pussy. Almost embarrassingly, he breathlessly proclaimed, "you are a really beautiful woman ,Debra." He backed his shriveling cock out of her wet pussy, and climbed off the bed. Replacing him was Fireplug; as Deacon continued his assault on her asshole. Debra's body stiffened as Fireplug crawled up to her. His cock was like a foot-long beer can; and she had serious reservations about him joining Deacon inside her...she truly didn't think there was room. She reached down with both hands; hooked the middle and index fingers inside her pussy lips; and spread them as wide open as she could. As if Fireplug needed any more stimulation; seeing the pink deep inside this beautiful woman increased the blood-flow to his cock, and the adrenalin to his brain. Deacon stopped thrusting, but remained inside her; to allow Fireplug easier access to her pussy; and Fireplug nestled the blunt head of his weapon against her hole. His cock was different, in that there was no large crown to get past her opening...his entire cock was as thick as the normal crown. He pushed forward with increasing pressure, attempting to penetrate her hole, until finally her lips stretched enough to allow entry. Perspiration had broken out on Debra's forehead, as Fireplug attempted to enter her pussy. He leaned his whole body into hers, increasing the pressure against her slit. When he finally was inside her; she relaxed and the entry was actually easier. She could feel him gradually sliding deeper inside her; stretching her cunt as he advanced. The undersides of both cocks were rubbing against each other; separated only by an extremely thin membrane. Debra glanced over Fireplug's shoulder; and could see the image captured by the camera, on the large-screen TV which virtually covered the whole wall. It was an incredible sight; obviously she had never seen herself being fucked before. The shot was focused on a close-up of her crotch area; showing in great enlarged detail, the two giant cocks penetrating her holes. She was mesmerized by the image...the fact that she was feeling what the picture was showing. Fireplug's cock was so big in circumference, that when he withdrew, it looked like she was giving birth. She stared as his huge member dragged her cunt lips completely out of her,as they gripped its sides; then forced them back in. She thought to herself that she could be a porn star, with no effort at all. Deacon and Fireplug began to pick up the pace; pounding their monstrous cocks into her body. She watched the screen as they hammered into her holes, then closed her eyes and just enjoyed the feeling of being totally filled with cock. She played with her own tits, pinching her engorged nipples until they ached. Deacon whispered to her, "this is why they call me the Deliveryman," and she immediately felt his body go rigid; and her asshole was filled with hot fluid. She guessed this was how an enema must feel, as he sustained his orgasm; continuing to squirt inside her. His climax and twitching, must have triggered the same in Fireplug, because he too, literally erupted inside her . It was just like having a fire hose inside her pussy, because the force and pressure of his ejaculation felt like something had exploded deep inside her cunt. She could feel the warm, sticky liquid inside her holes; seeking a way out; but there was none...her holes were totally plugged with two enormous cocks. Deacon and Fireplug jerked and twitched for what seemed like twenty minutes; then finally their swollen organs began to shrivel and slide out of Debra. Her thighs and the bed were becoming soaked with the cum flooding out of her stretched out holes. She glanced up at the TV screen and saw that her, now empty, holes were remaining completely wide open. She thought that if someone wanted, they could slide their whole forearm up her cunt. She had never seen inside her own pussy before, and was amazed by the bright pink tint. She didn't have much time to reflect because Meat and Big Bopper climbed on the bed replacing Deliveryman and Fireplug. Big Bopper admitted, " since you have just experienced Fireplug; we figured this was a good time for our favorite act." He lay back on the bed, much the same as Deacon had; and pulled her onto his lap. He grabbed her waist, and she was all prepared to have her ass violated again , when she felt his cock-head bang against her pussy lips. Her pussy was still in the shape of a big "O," and he had no trouble sliding his entire length deep up inside her belly. Big Bopper wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her snug against his chest as Meat advanced in front of her. Now she knew what their favorite act entailed, and she started to protest, " oh no guys...I don't think...," when she once again glanced at the TV screen and saw the image of a second hard cock approaching her cunt hole. Meat had prepared his monster by giving it a generous glaze of lube, before crawling up the bed. Debra lay back against Big Bopper waiting for the invasion. Cabbageman and Screwdriver leaned over her on either side of the bed; each hooking their fingers in her pussy lips; pulling them wider than she thought possible. As they each attached their lips to her nipples; Meat nudged the head of his huge cock at the entrance to her hole; pushing against the cock already there. Big Bopper nodded his head affirmatively, and Meat pushed forward aggressively, trying to wedge his cock into the already full hole. Cabbageman and Screwdriver nibbled on her sensitive nipples, and Meat succeeded in crowding the first two inches of his tool into Debra's pussy. They continued to stretch her cunt lips impossibly wide, and Meat worked hard to slide more of his monster in along side Big Bopper. Screwdriver reached the bottle of lube; squeezed a stream onto her crotch; and Meat lunged forward until all fifteen inches were buried up inside Debra's cunt. Debra now had over two feet of hard, black cock inside her pussy and she reacted, "oh Jesus Christ, fuck me...fuck my little cunt with your big hard cocks." Her body twitched and convulsed as Meat and Big Bopper began to assault her pussy. They started to hammer their cocks into her; sometimes in unison, and sometimes alternating strokes. Deliveryman was alternating watching the display live, and watching the TV screen, where the action was magnified. He couldn't believe the sight: here was this gorgeous, but tiny, middle aged housewife with two absolutely huge cocks inside her pussy. There was no way her cunt should be able to stretch that far, and yet it was...and she was absolutely loving it. He watched her throw her head back against Big Bopper's shoulder and scream, "fuck me harder; come on, fuck me." As Cabbageman and Screwdriver bit hard on her reddened nipples; Debra was in a constant state of orgasm. Her body jerked uncontrollably, and this excited Meat and Big Bopper even more, if that were possible. They jammed their donkey-cocks into Debra's battered pussy , double-penetrating her with all their strength; their balls slapping together. She realized that her pussy was becoming very warm, and wondered if it was because of the friction being built up. She was almost delirious with pleasure, as she reached down and began to squeeze Meats huge balls inside his scrotum. His reaction was predictable: he immediately began to flood her belly with hot liquid. Feeling his partner's cum coating his cock; Big Bopper joined him, and his cock started to twitch and squirt inside Debra. Their climaxes seemed to be endless, as they erupted deep inside Debra's cunt. Cabbageman and Screwdriver had been stroking their cocks; climbed completely onto the bed, flanking Debra, and began spurting their seed all over her magnificent tits, which were jiggling, flattened against her chest. Seeing this, Meat and Big Bopper withdrew their, still squirting cocks, from Debra's enlarged hole, and coated the outside of her belly with their sticky juices. Debra saw the copious amount of cum on her body, and feverishly started to massage it into her skin. She seemed almost frantic as she loudly announced, hurry up...I need a cock inside me now." Subway was more than willing, as he virtually leapt onto the bed; his hard log slapping against her thigh. There was no pausing, no foreplay; he positioned himself between her wide spread legs, and lunged forward, burying his twelve inch cock inside her open hole with virtually no resistance. He didn't make love to Debra: he fucked her...hard. She wrapped her glorious legs around his waist, locking her ankles behind him, as he pounded her pussy. She shoved her body upwards, meeting his every thrust, as the bed-frame actually moved. Subway's steel-hard tool hammered Debra's pussy furiously; as Deacon kneeled on the bed next to her head, and rubbed the head of his cock all over her sweet face. With her body bouncing vigorously up and down on the bed, it was difficult for her to get her mouth around Deacon's crown; but she managed to grab it in her hand and stuff it into her mouth. She gobbled Deacon's monster down the back of her throat; milking it with her throat muscles...she really was becoming an expert cock-sucker. With her legs wrapped around his waist, Subway reached behind her; clamped his hands around her perfect cheeks; and with the added leverage, was able to jam into her pussy even more violently. Deacon knew he wasn't going to last very long. He was face-fucking his friend's beautiful wife; watching her cunt being penetrated by a giant cock, as her magnificent tits flopped around on her chest uncontrollably. He ran his hands through her long red hair (he had always loved red hair) as he continued to feed her his black meat. The members of the club not currently involved in the action stood around the bed stroking their cocks; waiting for another turn. Big Bopper had removed the camera from the tripod, and was circling the bed; getting close-ups from every angle. The sight of Debra's shiny red lips encircling his dark black cock was too much for Deacon, as he commenced to coat her throat with his seed. Debra wanted to swallow every drop, but Deacon had other ideas; as he withdrew and spewed his cum all over her flushed face. The sight of her tongue circling her cum-dripping lips, pushed Subway over the top, and he pulled her tight against him as he began drenching the inside of her pussy with his fire-hose. Debra had long ago lost count of her orgasms, as her body again began convulsing around a hard cock. Over the course of the next hour, the members continued to use and abuse all of her holes. Their stamina was matched only by Debra's. She was indeed addicted...when one shriveling cock was pulled from her body; she couldn't wait for a hard one to replace it. When it was finally time for the night to end, Debra wasn't sure she would be able to stand. As she swung her legs over the side of the bed, and pushed herself to her feet; she felt her legs being bathed in a flood of warm liquid. The men all started to laugh, as she looked down to see a very large puddle of their juices pooling at her feet. She joined in the laughter, and stated, "I'm not cleaning that up!" As she was showering in Big Bopper's upstairs bathroom; a still horny Debra, masturbated herself using a shampoo bottle. The funny thing was, her cunt was still stretched wide open, and offered no resistance at all to the hard object. She knew her ass hole was in the same condition, so she would have to avoid Ray's amorous advances for a couple days to keep him from noticing. Soaping her wonderful breasts, she found herself smiling while recalling the incredible fucking she had just received. She knew she was helping her family, and didn't feel the slightest amount of guilt for the methods. Then she thought, "who am I kidding...I just love getting fucked." Before leaving Big Bopper's house; the club members gave Debra an incredibly large Christmas bonus; and asked her to please consider making a regular performance for them. Deacon gave her a wink, and added, " we all agree that you were the best sex we have ever had." * (Thanks to everyone for the feedback...I appreciate you taking the time. I eagerly read all your story suggestions. ) Everybody Loves Raymond: Debra Helps Out Doug, not the least bit self-conscious about his exhibitionism, took her arm and guided her to the center of the room, in front of the large X. He and another man, whose name she couldn't recall, stood on each side of her; untied the robe's belt; slid the robe off her pale shoulders; and let it fall to the floor, where it pooled around her heels. She was now completely nude in front of eight strange men, and she could feel her skin flush from head to toe. When her robe hit the floor; there was a collective sound in the room like everyone had sucked in their breath simultaneously. She was really quite stunning. Her magnificent breasts were a full 38D, with just a trace of a sag; and her pubic area was completely shaved, revealing her prominent pussy lips, and slit. She heard disjointed comments like, "breathtaking;" "outstanding;" "wow;" and "delicious." Doug placed a black leather mask around her head; one that still allowed her to see. To Debra, it resembled a "Zorro" or "Lone Ranger" mask...one Michael or Geoffrey might wear to play cowboys. Then , what she recognized as, a ball-gag was inserted in her mouth. The ball had several perforations in it, almost like a "whiffle" ball, so she could breath quite comfortably. The two men then backed her up to the form; placed a short stool for her to stand on; and proceeded to secure her four limbs, and waist, until she was attached, spread eagle to the spacious X. She realized that her legs were spread so wide that her slit must be wide open; allowing everyone in the room to view inside her pussy. A third man produced a short chain with ,what appeared to be, small stainless steel clothespins attached to each end. He advanced, and clipped them to both of Debra's gumdrop sized nipples. Her groan was muffled by the gag, as Debra acknowledged the pain. Another one of the club members kneeled in front of Debra's crotch and carefully clipped two steel clothespins onto each of her labia. Her ass squirmed against the wooden form as she tried to back away from the pain. Despite the electrifying pain; Debra could feel her pussy becoming moist with excitement. Then a question ,she had been wondering , was answered...the X did indeed spin. Doug gave the form a shove, and it began to spin around...even with the discomfort; Debra wanted to yell, "give me a vowel," as she went around at a dizzying speed. When the form came to a stop; all the men surrounded the upright X; and when Debra's eyes were finally able to focus; she noticed they all had whips or cat-o'-nine tails in their hands. When the dizziness subsided, and she was able to concentrate again; she was aware that the clips on her pussy lips were quite uncomfortable and causing a dull ache in her entire groin area. Two of the men stepped forward and removed the clips from her nipples and her lips; causing the blood to rush back to those areas. The pain was excruciating...much worse than in Sheila's studio. Debra assumed this was because these clamp were much tighter. While the pain was at it's peak; the men began stroking her body with their whips. They had replaced the more rigid, more painful, leather straps with soft cords made of cloth. They reminded Debra of the cords on an old fashioned mop. They whipped a little harder, and there was a stinging sensation; but it didn't really hurt (or leave lasting marks; which was a major priority). Debra was beginning to be noticeably aroused. Her sore nipples had grown even larger as the whips trailed across them; occasionally stinging; and there was visible moisture between her wide spread legs. She wanted, in the worst way, to touch herself...but , of course, could not. A couple of the club members were concentrating on whipping her pussy; and sometimes the cords of the whips stroked between her lips, actually making contact with the inside of her cunt. Her excited clit was starting to peek out of its' sheath and it did not go unnoticed by the men. One of the men had been carefully wielding a riding crop, and took this opportunity to slide about five inches of its slender handle up into Debra's soaking cunt. This, coupled with the cords of the whips striking her swollen clit, sent Debra into convulsions of orgasm. Her body jerked and strained against the restraints, as her cunt sent a "gusher" squirting onto the floor. She moaned through the gag; and her body went limp, as the members continued to flagellate her naked form. She was a spectacular subject and her nipple and pussy areas were now highlighted by their redness. As her body hung listlessly; she was surprised when one of the men began turning a large crank; and the entire X form began to recline; until it came to a stop about three feet above the floor. It now resembled a sizable, X-shaped, table; and she was laying flat on her back, secured to it. She could feel her juices now dribbling down between her ass cheeks. A very tall, gray-haired man approached between her obscenely spayed legs; and when she raised her head to observe, she could see he had a doctor's speculum in his hand. She didn't need any external lubrication; and he wasted no time sliding the closed instrument into her pussy; and adjusting it so that her lips, and cunt were completely spread open for all to inspect. "You have a magnificent vagina, Debra," the man remarked , while inspecting her so close that his nose actually bumped her thigh, "it's difficult to believe you have children." "That's high praise coming from him Debra," stated Doug, " he should know; Clifford's a gynecologist." They all took turns inspecting her hole close up. Debra knew she should be embarrassed; but she was too aroused to be bashful. Several of the men were now fondling and kneading her wonderful breasts, as they lay flattened on her chest. Every now and then someone would harshly pinch a nipple, sending tingles through her body. Clifford removed the speculum, and almost as an afterthought; he stooped to lap up some of her fluids from between her ass cheeks. Her naked body was being caressed and stroked by countless hands, causing Debra to be in a constant state of arousal. Doug removed the mask and ball-gag, explaining, "we are going to need that mouth ." There was no support for her head on the X-shaped frame, so her head hung down over the edge...her stunning , long red hair flowing like a waterfall toward the floor. She heard someone summon Jerome, the former football player, to come forward. As he emerged from the crowd, Debra raised up her head and involuntarily drew in her breath. He was now completely naked, and she could see that he was indeed a freak of nature. She recalled surfing the net one day and accidentally being connected to a web site called "monster cocks;" the first time had been a mistake, but she had revisited it many times. The web site, of course, featured penises that were of extreme proportions; but none of them could compare to the freak hanging between Jerome's ebony thighs. Flaccid, it hung down to his knees; and swayed back and forth when he walked like an elephant's trunk. It had to be as big around as her forearm; and the crown was the size of a naval orange. She was immediately struck by two emotions: one, that there was no way his cock would fit inside her pussy; and two, she had never wanted anything more in her life, than to be fucked by that monster. Jerome was obviously a legend in the club, because everyone else crowded around Debra's prone form to watch the proceedings. He stepped purposefully between Debra's outstretched legs, and laid his log on her naked stomach. It reached well past her belly button and pointed between her magnificent tits. The slit in his crown seemed to be looking at her, like a snake's eye. Someone handed him a bottle of lube and he squirted it the entire length of his cock as it lay on Debra. As he spread the oily substance on his tool, using his hand, it began to grow...and grow...and grow. If Debra wasn't so totally aroused, she would have thought his deformity was obscene. She thought that it was a wonder that he wasn't lightheaded because of all the blood that must be filling his monster. Fully erect, it stretched almost all the way to her breasts. It didn't point straight up; presumably because of it's weight; but it did rise off her belly. He smiled at Debra...a kindly smile; not a mean, malicious one. He backed up until his cock head was poised at the entrance to her slit. It was amazing; she could see the huge orange-sized crown between her legs; visible above her thighs. Someone squirted lube generously over her mound, and two of the others volunteered to spread her cunt lips apart. She was now wide open and prepared for his assault. She balled up her restrained hands and held her breath. He slowly wedged the head between her lips and pushed steadily forward stretching her entrance to the ripping point. Just as she was about to scream; the "orange" popped through, and her cunt swallowed it. There was a collective sigh, and Debra momentarily relaxed; as Jerome, thankfully, paused. He began pushing forward again; stretching her cunt as he wedged his enormous cock deeper inside her. She watched her stomach distend as he pushed deeper into her hole...it reminded her of one of those horror movies where the victim had an alien being growing in his stomach. Her cunt was being expanded beyond all imagination. The feeling was indescribable; she felt stuffed, like she had eaten a seven course meal. Debra thought that someone could jam their entire arm, up to the elbow, inside her; and it still wouldn't stretch her pussy wider than Jerome's massive cock. He inched forward between her legs; sliding deeper inside her until his cock head reached her uterus and halted. Debra finally exhaled and lay back; her head tilted down toward the floor. The feeling of being so utterly filled with cock was incredible...she thought that if she hadn't been secured to the form, Jerome could have walked around the room with her impaled on his cock; unsupported. As her head hung down, Clifford approached her with his long, slender erection leading the way. She opened her mouth instinctively; and accepted his cock. The way her head was hanging back; his cock easily lodged deep down her throat; and she resembled a bird swallowing a live worm. Suddenly Jerome began withdrawing his prodigious weapon, and Debra felt like all the air was being sucked out of her. As his cock scraped against the walls of her cunt, she found herself breathless, and tried to back her head away from the cock in her mouth. Clifford, reading her signals, backed away and let her breathe freely. Jerome's huge cock head rubbed her "G-spot" on the way out and Debra felt her body begin to react. Abruptly, there were a dozen hands caressing her body; kneading her huge tits; and squeezing her nipples. Jerome, without warning, rammed his massive meat up into Debra's cunt; his balls smacking against her cheeks. Debra's body, caught off guard, shuddered violently, and she screamed at the top of her lungs, "Jesus H Christ..fuck me...fuck me hard." Jerome grabbed her hips with his oversized hands, and began thrusting up into her pussy as hard as he could. His dark cock was coated with her white cum, as he repeatedly jammed it into her stretched out hole. She tilted her head back again to accept Clifford's waiting rod; and he eased it past her lips and down her throat. She sucked on it as Jerome battered her pussy. Hands were everywhere; stimulating her incessantly. Her wonderful tits flopped around on her chest as Jerome thrust into her; her nipples constantly pinched and nibbled by countless hands and mouths. She opened her hands and members laid their erections in her palms. With her wrists restrained; all she could do was squeeze them; but no one was complaining. She lost count of how many times she came around Jerome's invading monster. There was no gushing now...there was not a centimeter of room for anything to be expelled from her hole...there was merely a constant "sloshing" inside her. It was almost impossible to concentrate on the erection in her mouth while Jerome was pounding into her; she was concerned that she might bite down a little too vigorously (but maybe, since this was a bondage club; that little added pain would be welcome). As if announcing royalty at the entrance of the ballroom; Jerome yelled out to the room, "OK everyone; it's time." Clifford immediately withdrew from her throat; and everyone else stopped caressing and fondling her, to gather eagerly around the platform. Debra raised up her head and peered down between her legs; since that was where everyone else was looking...with obvious anticipation of something. Jerome stuffed his gigantic cock up into her pussy as far as possible; and then it happened...it was like something had exploded inside her cunt. His monster began to twitch and jerk; and she felt the inside walls of her pussy expand even more. He was filling her with his seed and it was as if a fire hose shooting hot water was buried in her belly. He slowly withdrew his trembling cock, which was still ejaculating. When he had extricated his giant from her hole; he laid it on her stomach, where it continued to spurt in great quantities. He managed to coat her flattened tits, and more than a few drops splattered her flushed face. She corralled every drop she could reach with her tongue, and swallowed them. She dropped her head back to allow Clifford access to her throat again. As their cum flowed; not dripped; out of her wide open hole onto the floor, like an overflowing sink; the members actually applauded Jerome's performance. It was obvious that the quantity of his ejaculations was legendary. A towel was thrown on the floor to absorb the "overflow," and a couple of the men used towels to wipe Debra's chest (she guessed that no one wanted to be licking another man's spunk off her tits). Two of the members just stood between her legs staring; waiting for her hole to close up slightly, so they could take their turns; and she might actually feel them inside her. Then a scheme passed through their brains simultaneously, and they crowded between her widespread legs with their erections bobbing before them. They each had a cock slightly larger than average; with one being fatter than the other. It was difficult to maneuver, but they managed to stuff both of their cocks into her pussy at the same time. Because of their bodies being in the way; they were only able to cram a few inches inside her; but it was a very erotic sight to see two cocks in her cunt. It was a completely different sensation for Debra; having two cocks, each moving independently of the other, in her pussy. When one cock was thrusting into her; the other was sometimes withdrawing. Other times they moved as one large prick filling her hole. Clifford finally began climax; and he withdrew his slender tool from her throat; held it in her mouth; and began to squirt against her teeth. Debra tightened her lips around his cock and began to siphon every drop possible from his balls. She wondered if every man's cum had a distinct taste...she figured she would have a good sampling tonight. She had never much liked to give oral sex; but for some reason, she was enjoying sucking Clifford dry. When he was through pumping her mouth full of his sperm; Clifford slowly withdrew his shriveling cock; allowing Debra to lick every drop off his shaft. He stepped away to allow the next in line access to the lovely "Maraschino Cherry" covered lips. A black man, whose name she didn't remember, immediately took Clifford's place. His cock was actually quite short; but distinctive in its girth. His stubby cock was probably as big around as a soda can, and Debra has difficulty stretching her lips around it. She was thankful that it wasn't longer, because there was no way she would have been able to breathe with that plugging her throat. As she tickled its length with her tongue; she felt the dual cocks in her pussy twitching, and spraying their semen into her. Doug had a good idea, and released her wrists from their restraints; allowing her to actually jerk-off the cocks in her hands. For the next hour, the men continued to circle around Debra's magnificent nude body; and use every hole available. After every member had the opportunity to fuck her bald pussy; Doug released all her restraints; helped Debra to stand; and guided her , once again, to the comfortable sofa. As she walked; slightly unstable, because of exhaustion, and not being used to five-inch heels; the insides of her thighs were flooded with the accumulated fluids from her pussy. She left a trail all the way to the couch. Doug seemed unconcerned about the furniture, but handed her a towel so she could wipe off her shapely legs. Every man in the room was thinking the same thing, "this is one sexy woman." If Debra was thinking the evening was coming to a close; she was mistaken. After watching her strut those long, wonderful legs; her magnificent tits bobbing; and the cum dripping out of her slick pussy: there were now eight erections that needed more attention. Doug's penis was sticking straight up from his lap; and Debra wrapped her hand around it. The members had other ideas, as four of them; one at each limb; picked Debra straight up from the sofa; still in a seated position. Doug leaned back on the sofa and stretched out; his cock pointed at the ceiling like a flag pole. They positioned Debra's body so that his cock was lined up perfectly with her anus. Her ass cheeks were already spread apart by the way they were holding her; and they lowered her until Doug's crown was tightly wedged at her sphincter. The only lubrication was the cum that had dripped down between her cheeks. Just as Debra was contemplating if she should voice her displeasure with anal sex; the men relaxed their hold on her; and her weight, and gravity took over. There must have been more semen on her ass than she had anticipated, because Doug's cock head easily penetrated her ass hole; and she just kept sinking until she was sitting on his lap...totally impaled on his pole. She sat there stunned; realizing that it didn't feel bad at all. Doug reached his arms around her chest and pulled her back onto his chest; kneading her impressive tits. The men who had been holding her legs, spread them even farther apart; exposing the pink between her slit. The man they called Jerry; whose cock reminded Debra of a large banana (because it was curved distinctly upward); converged on her crotch, and nudged his crown between her cunt lips. Without warning; he jammed his entire cock up into Debra's pussy; causing her body to , once again, convulse. This massive orgasm caught her completely by surprise; and her body thrashed around, as she was sandwiched by two cocks. She breathlessly moaned, " oh my God; jam those fucking cocks into me." As Jerry and Doug thrust into her holes; the sensation of having two cocks inside her, separated by only a thin layer of skin, was overwhelming. She closed her eyes; concentrating on the pure pleasure coursing through her body; and felt the fingers of each hand being placed around hard cocks. She tried to jerk them off; but found it difficult to sustain much rhythm with so much cock inside her to focus on. When she opened her eyes, there was a gigantic snake staring between her eyes..it was the tip of Jerome's monster cock. She knew her jaw would never open wide enough for penetration by that beast; but she opened it so that he could wedge the tip between her lips. She sucked on the tip and drew her tongue along his slit; tasting him. She was now servicing five cocks simultaneously; not bad for a middle-aged housewife, she thought. The truly surprising aspect; she had to admit to herself; was that the more cock she had in her pussy...the more she craved being fucked. Subconsciously, she knew she was becoming addicted to sex; obsessed with cock. Everybody Loves Raymond: Debra Helps Out She was brought back to her senses by the twitching of Doug's hard cock in her asshole; and the resultant warmth that spread throughout her sphincter. As his softening cock slithered out of her ass; it was instantly replaced by another hard shaft; as someone else sat on the sofa and gathered her exquisite body in his lap. With the , now, additional lubrication; this second anal penetration was even more pleasurable. Within the subsequent hour; her stomach was filled with the cum she swallowed; her hands and face coated with semen; her nipples red and sore; and her holes violated countless additional times by all the members. She was thankful that Jerome had not insisted on penetrating her ass hole with his "abnormaility." He had, however, fucked her cunt again while another; much slimmer, cock was fucking her ass hole. It would have been much less enjoyable if it weren't for the excess lubrication provided by all the other members. Finally , when all cocks in the "Rec room" were flaccid; Doug led Debra to the bathroom once again. She was covered with sperm, head to toes, as she stepped into the elegant shower. There was even gobs of semen dripping from her hair. She was totally exhausted and yet exhilarated as she soaped her aching body. She inspected herself for bruises or marks that she would have to explain to Ray; and finding none, was pleased with the outcome of the evening. She wondered if there were other sex-related activities where she could earn money...she would have to consult with Sheila. As she inspected her; still stretched wide open; cunt, she found herself wishing (even after all the night's activity), that someone was in the shower with her ramming a big fat cock up her pussy. As she emerged from the bathroom to go home, she saw that most of the men had departed. Doug was smiling and handed her an envelope, saying, "the guys were so impressed with you, and had such a great time; that they collected a, quite sizable, bonus for you. You are a truly beautiful woman Debra, and we hope you consider making a return visit...maybe next time with the wives involved." On the drive home, Debra could not prevent a big grin from spreading across her face. She had just had the most pleasurable, exciting experience of her life...and she had gotten paid for it. There had to be future adventures in store for her. * (Thanks to everyone for their feedback...please keep it coming. Feedback keeps me writing. I appreciate all your story suggestions.) Everybody Loves Raymond: Debra Learns to Barter (fictional story about fictional characters in the public domain) Debra Barone had developed an affinity to internet shopping. She and Amazon were intimate friends. She reasoned that she deserved to pamper herself because everyone else seemed to take her for granted. Her husband Ray, a sportswriter for NY Newsday, was not the most thoughtful or romantic man on earth. She couldn't remember the last time he had brought her home a gift for no special occasion. They never seemed to go on vacations or trips together. Ray was frequently on the road covering some sporting event; playing golf or basketball; or just down at Nemo's eating pizza with his buddies. Debra was stuck at home with the kids and, usually, hers. Anyone who had to put up with that nosy, meddlesome, bitch Marie (her mother-in-law) deserved a little self-pampering now and then. Her latest purchase, diamond earrings and three cashmere sweaters, had been quite expensive. She had actually "maxed" out her credit card; was two months late for a minimum payment of $500; and had received an inquiring phone call from the bank. She couldn't let Ray find out and was desperate for cash. As luck would have it, there was a glimmer of hope. It was Friday morning; the kids had left for school; and Ray had taken a cab to the airport for a flight to San Francisco to cover the Giants game. Last night he had informed her that this morning two men would be coming over to seal the driveway. They were two brothers who had been recommended by his friend Doug Heffernan; cousins of Doug's friend Deacon. They were giving Ray a cash discount so they could keep the job "off the books." "What Uncle Sam didn't know...." Debra's eyes had lit up when Ray handed her $1000 in cash to pay them with. An idea had been planted in her brain a week ago when watching a "Lifetime" channel movie; and this cash could make that idea become a reality. She was so desperate for money that she had decided to try to barter with her body. As Darryl and Mark Palmer drove to the Barone residence on Long Island from their home in Queens, they couldn't believe their good luck. " D, this is so great. This job just fell in our laps and we have a half tank of sealer left over from that doctor's driveway. This job is pure profit," Mark exclaimed. Darryl answered, " I know, and Deac says this Barone chick is pretty hot. Maybe we'll get a peek...remember the last job?" "Oh yeah, when that doctor's wife forgot to pull the shades when she changed her clothes...she was smokin' hot," Mark replied. "I don't think she forgot," Darryl boasted, "I think she liked what she saw in the Palmer brothers!" They laughed as they drove into the Barone driveway. Meanwhile Debra had retreated to the bathroom to prepare for her encounter. She had found a bottle of scotch that someone had given Ray a few Christmases ago, and had taken two generous drinks. "Liquid courage," she muttered to herself. AS she disrobed, she checked herself out in the full length mirror in the back of the door. Debra thought to herself, "I look damn good for a woman my age. If I were a man, I would want to hit that." She put on her sexiest lingerie; a black lace teddy that barely contained her breasts while letting her nipples show through; and the matching thong which barely covered her mound. After the twins were born she had kept her pussy shaved, with just a small "landing strip" of bright red pubic hair above her slit. She realized she was becoming moist with anticipation, as she shrugged on her white terrycloth robe. She reasoned that with the robe she could control the degree of tease. She decided that barefoot would be more sexy than fuzzy slippers , and before going downstairs; she spritzed a drop of perfume on her pubic area. Just as she was setting a fresh pot of coffee and a box of Krispy Kremes on the table, Debra heard the truck pull into the driveway. As the doors slammed shut, she glanced out the back door. Her first thought was she was happy they had pulled all the way into the driveway...maybe Marie wouldn't know they were there. Her second thought was that "they're black." she had never given it a thought until now...she had met Deacon once; but she just never thought about it. Now it was all she could think about...she truly wanted to know if it was true what they say about black men's "equipment." As she went to answer their knock, she adjusted her robe to show maximum cleavage;and she didn't know if it was the scotch talking, but she realized she was more excited than scared. As the door opened and Darryl reached out to shake Mrs. Barone's extended hand; he froze in his tracks and was instantly mesmerized by the massive cleavage before him. He stammered as he looked down and introduced himself and Mark. The brothers looked at each other, smiled, and followed Debra inside to the kitchen table where the refreshments awaited. As they sat at the table, Debra was amazed at the size of the brothers. They were obviously twins; nearly as tall as Robert (her brother), and when they shook hands; their hands had made her's look like an infants. Debra thought she better get to the point before she lost her nerve...and she desperately needed that money. "Gentlemen, I have a proposition for you," she began. "I don't have the cash to pay for the driveway, but I was hoping we could work out some other form of payment." The brothers eyes grew wide as Mark replied, "are you talking about what we think you're talking about?" Debra had turned to get some milk from the refrigerator , and when she turned back, her robe was completely open showing her teddy and bare legs. "The whole package," Debra answered. The brothers stood up and huddled..."we have to do this; she is incredible," Mark whispered. Darryl agreed, "no question; the sealer is already paid for anyway." They approached Debra and Darryl said, "Mrs. Barone, we have to have $100 to pay for gas...and we have a deal." "It's a done deal," replied Debra as she extended her hands...but instead of shaking theirs; she grabbed their crotches and squeezed. As she climbed the stairs, followed by the Palmer brothers, Debra couldn't believe how excited she was. If she hadn't been wearing panties, there would have been a stream running down her legs. She casually tossed her robe over the banister so the brothers could watch her firm, shapely ass in front of them. After entering the bedroom, she stood in front of the bed; hooked her fingers under the shoulder straps of her teddy; pulled them off her shoulders and let go. As the black lace slithered slowly down her exquisite body exposing more skin as it fell; the brothers were in a trance. As the teddy hit the floor, Mark exclaimed, "Jeeeesus D, get a load of them titties!" They were magnificent! After having the twins, her "twins" had grown to 38 D's, and had remained that way. They were firm and beautiful; and in their present aroused state, her nipples resembled gumdrops. Her thong tied at each hip and she reached down with both hands; gave the knots a tug; and let the tiny scrap of lace fall to the floor. She was now completely and totally naked before them, and her mound glistened with her juices. Mark excitedly blurted out, "there's nothing like a redhead!" " Well boys, what are you waiting for," Debra inquired. Boots, socks, and t-shirts flew off; and as the brothers unbuckled their belts, Debra actually held her breath in anticipation. When they lowered their pants and boxers in unison, Debra gasped and felt her knees start to shake. They really were twins...their cocks were exactly the same, and they were more than impressive. They weren't as thick as she had imagined, but they were at least twelve inches in length. They reminded Debra of the pepperoni sticks she had in the fridge. The heads of their cocks were huge; the size of lemons, and their veins bulged. Their cocks were already at full attention..sticking straight up and brushing against their navels. Debra stepped forward; grasped a cock in each hand; slowly backed up leading the brothers; and sat on the edge of the bed. She was now at face level with the twin cocks; leaned forward; and took turns licking the "lemon" heads. Mark and Darryl reached out; each taking a magnificent breast in their hands, and started to bounce them..almost like they were weighing them. As Debra took Mark's cock into her mouth, the brothers both pinched her huge nipples and she almost bit down with excitement. She wasn't terribly proficient at oral sex...she had never been a big fan of blowjobs; but she was able to take about half of Mark's cock down her throat before she gagged. She then switched to Darryl while still squeezing Mark at is base. As she sucked Darryl down her throat, she fondled four egg-sized balls and wondered how much cum was going to be pumped into her. As she tried to stuff more of Darryl into her mouth; Mark reached down and stroked her soaking mound. He ran his forefinger and middle finger up and down her slit, and then plunged them into her dripping cunt. His fingers were huge and when he curled them to make contact with her G-spot; Debra shuddered, gushed and bit down on Darryl. "Easy bitch," shouted Darryl as he jerked his pole out of her mouth, "I think it's time for some pussy!" Mark laid on his back on the bed and held his weapon, pointing it straight at the ceiling...it really did look like a third leg. Darryl picked up Debra like she were a rag doll and held her poised above Mark's crotch with her back to Mark. As she felt Mark nudge his cock between her cunt lips, she thought this was an odd position. She didn't have long to think as, in one motion, Darryl shoved her down onto Mark's huge pole...totally impaling her. "Oh my God" screamed Debra. She could feel Mark's enormous cock up deeper inside her belly where nothing had ever been before. He grabbed her waist with both hands and started lifting her up and pounding up into her pussy as hard as he could. He was hammering into her cunt like a piston and her wonderful tits were slapping against her stomach as they flopped up and down. Darryl climbed onto the bed; crawled up between Mark's and Debra's legs facing them both; grasped her bouncing breasts; and bit down hard on her left nipple. She quivered and gushed as she had an explosive orgasm. Darryl laughed, "you're going to need that lube." As Mark stopped thrusting; Darryl pushed Debra back onto Mark's chest. As Debra lay back against Mark's chest, his cock still stuffed inside her; she wondered what Darryl had planned. Just then, Mark reached around her with both arms ; hooked a forefinger into each side of her cunt lips; and stretched her open even further. Her eyes went wide as she realized what they were thinking; but she was trapped in their sandwich and couldn't move. "No, you're not serious", she yelled as Darryl crawled forward and started to wedge his monster cock between her cunt lips along side Mark's pole. "Just relax Mrs. Barone," stated Darryl, "it's time to pay the bill." As Darryl tried to jam the head of his cock past her pussy lips, Debra held her breath and waited for her cunt to rip...but it didn't. Darryl's head broke through her opening and he steadily drove it up inside her belly along side his brother's. When he was balls deep inside Debra's juicy hole, Darryl relaxed and lay on top of the other two. As Debra lay there immobilized by the two giant bodies she realized she had two feet of herd, black cock deep inside her pussy...and it felt absolutely wonderful. Her belly was so completely full, she felt like she was pregnant again. Darryl figured her pussy was getting used to the invasion now, so he sat up and the brothers started to slowly withdraw their poles from Debra's cunt. When they had withdrawn almost completely; Mark put his arms around Debra; pinched both her inflamed nipples; and they both drove up inside her cunt as far and as hard as they could. She convulsed uncontrollably with the longest and most intense orgasm of her life as they ground their cocks into her completely stuffed pussy. The brothers continued to relentlessly pound their meat up into Debra's stretched hole, while beads of sweat appeared on their foreheads. The two brothers continued to fuck the suburban housewife for what seemed like hours to Debra. A random thought crossed Debra's mind: how would she explain it to Ray if the bed collapsed. Darryl pulled Debra up to meet him and started nibbling on her nipples; first one, then the other. Mark put his hands to good use by kneading her ass cheeks as they kept thrusting their mammoth cocks deep into her pussy. Darryl forced Debra down onto Mark's chest and lay on top of them as they hammered into her battered cunt one last time. As they ground their monster cocks against her bruised pussy lips, Debra could feel their cocks jerking and twitching deep inside her belly; and felt the spreading warmth as they pumped their seed into her tunnel. Debra realized why their balls were so big as they continued to unload into her for what seemed like minutes... she started to feel bloated from retaining their stream. As Darryl collapsed on top of them, Debra reminded them, "it's starting to get late and you have to do the driveway, and I have to get cleaned up, before my kids get home from school." Darryl disengaged himself from Debra; she lifted herself from Mark's cock and sat on the edge of the bed; and the brothers stood up. They both glanced between Debra's spread legs and smiled...they had stretched her cunt so completely that her hole was still wide open. Darryl spoke to Debra, "Mrs. Barone, I think in order to settle our account, we will have to make a follow-up visit to make sure we did a through job...on the driveway." As Debra stood up and their combined cum literally flooded out of her pussy and down her legs; she grinned and replied, "my husband leaves for Seattle two weeks from today." (feedback, positive or negative, is encouraged and welcome. I wrote this story because of feedback) Everybody Loves Raymond:Debra Receives An Invitation (a work of fiction about fictional characters) Debra Barone was mad...no not just mad; she was furious. Her husband Ray had done it to her again. He had just called from Minneapolis and said he would be delayed for at least twenty-four hours because the airport was snowed- in. He was a sportscaster for NY Newsday and was on the road covering the Monday night Vikings-Giants game. It was an important (according oh him , they were all important) game in the play-off race, or he would have probably covered it from their couch. Now, instead of arriving home on Tuesday afternoon; he wouldn't be home until sometime Wednesday. Normally she wouldn't have been so upset; but they had made plans to have dinner at the home of their friends Linda and Bernie Gruenfelder. She had already made arrangements for her mother to baby sit the kids. They didn't go out much because of his job, and because they were actually good parents , and liked staying home with their three children. The twin boys, Michael and Geoffrey were still crawling; and daughter Allie always cried when they went out. Debra felt like crying when she hung up the phone after Ray's call. It had been as especially aggravating weekend and she needed to get out of the house. Her meddlesome mother, Marie, had seemingly been a constant presence in their house. She had forced her "help" on Debra because of Ray's absence. According to Marie, Debra could do nothing right; from cooking (ok, admittedly she was not a great cook) and cleaning; to child-rearing. Debra felt like if she had to put up with Marie, and her constant "suggestions," for another whole day, she was going to scream...or worse. Unfortunately, she couldn't blame this one on Ray; because she was the one who encouraged him to purchase this house; across the street from his parents. Of course, when Marie barged in , she didn't come by herself; she was always accompanied by her husband Frank...who Debra thought was one of the crudest, most disgusting men on earth. She liked Linda and Bernie, too. They were just about the only real friends that she and Ray had. Linda was a gorgeous, typical Long Island, girl; and her husband Bernie was sweet and a lot of laughs (Debra had always been reminded of the Pillsbury Dough Boy when Bernie was in the room). Linda would probably have been her idea of the perfect woman if it hadn't been for that annoying, nasal voice of hers...and that laugh. Her laugh reminded Debra of that actress who played the "Nanny" on TV; or that actress who played Chandler's girlfriend Janice on "Friends." But they were best of friends, and she had been looking forward to this dinner. She figured she should do the courteous thing and give them as much notice as possible of the cancellation; so she picked up the phone and punched their number. When Linda picked up the phone and heard Debra's situation; she wouldn't hear of the dinner being canceled. "No, Debra. You come anyway; you need a break and the three of us will have a great time...I've got wine!" Debra hesitated for only a few seconds, "ok, lets do it. I do need a break and Marie already is planning on being here...again." For the rest of the day, Debra was in a great mood as she did her housework. She actually caught herself singing while vacuuming ..."see this Marie, I'm vacuuming," she belted out like a show-tune. Since no one was home, she even treated herself to an afternoon bubble-bath. As she was shaving her shapely legs, she realized she was treating this dinner almost like a date. She examined her exquisite body in the full-length mirror , running her hands up the entire length of her legs and ending up cupping her still totally firm breasts. Ray loved her breasts. He had nicknamed them "Barnes & Noble." When pregnant with the twins , her breasts had swelled to a full 38D size and had kept that impressive stature even after they were done nursing. There was just a trace of a sag. "They are pretty darned nice," she told herself as she admired them. She had kept her pussy shaved after the birth of the twins; with just a small "landing strip" of bright red pubic hair. It somehow made her feel still sexy, even after three children. She did a pirouette in front of the mirror and was impressed at the firmness of her ass and the fact that there was absolutely no cellulite on her thighs. Her stomach was not as toned and flat as she would have liked, but she chalked that up to having three children. She guessed she could stand to lose a couple pounds, but Ray had never complained about her body. "Not bad," she assured herself. Since she was treating this like a date, she decided to wear some sexy lingerie under her clothes that evening. No one else would know; but she would secretly feel a little naughty. She selected sheer black panties and matching bra. The bra was very skimpy, and you could actually see her nipples through the material. She hadn't realized it before, but she could also see the outline of her pussy slit; the material was that sheer. She shrugged on a nice, button-front blouse, and slid her legs into a knee-length skirt. She did feel naughty, knowing what was underneath, and it made her smile. She didn't bother with pantyhose; she was going to her friend's house, not a fancy restaurant. She topped the ensemble by lightly coating her lips with some bright -red lipstick. When the children arrived home from school; she quickly prepared an early dinner for them, and got them started on their homework. As soon as Marie cheerfully charged through the back door; Debra grabbed her purse and coat; kissed the kids on the head; and exited her home. It was a short, uneventful drive to the Gruenfelder residence in the brisk, clear winter night. The snow that had crippled the mid-west had not reached the east coast yet. Linda answered the back door with a radiant smile; hugged Debra, and welcomed her into their kitchen. Debra thought to herself that you know you are friends when you are comfortable using the back door as your primary entrance. Linda placed Debra's coat on the coat-rack and ushered her into the warm, inviting living room. Bernie was just descending the stairs; hugged Debra while giving her a quick peck on the cheek; and led the way to the sofa. Debra sat in the middle, with Linda and Bernie on either side. Linda, ever the gracious host, poured each a glass of white wine from a carafe that was already on the coffee-table. In no time, the trio emptied the carafe as they talked, laughed and gossiped as if they hadn't seen each other in months. Historically, Debra was not much of a drinker; and it didn't take a large quantity of alcohol to make her tipsy; but she was feeling so contented that she didn't refuse a refill. No one seemed to notice, or care, that they hadn't eaten dinner yet. During a lapse in the conversation, Debra noticed Linda nod at Bernie, and he smiled and nodded back. Linda placed her goblet on the table; looked Debra straight in the eyes and said, "Even though Ray isn't here tonight there is something we wanted to discuss with you guys." Debra, suddenly fearful, inquired," Oh Linda, is something wrong?" Linda saw the frightened look on Debra's face and laughed lightly, "Oh no honey; we just wanted to share an experience we had with you." Debra was relieved as Linda began, " As you probably remember, Bernie and I went through a stretch when we were having some problems." As Debra nodded in the affirmative, Linda continued, "well, everything is all better now, but when we were trying to spice things up a bit; we actually went to a swap party." "Oh you mean like recipes, or desserts; or something like that," asked Debra as she sipped some wine. Bernie chuckled, and answered, " no, like a partner swap party." Her head already spinning slightly from the wine; Debra's lower jaw literally dropped open as she sat there absorbing this revelation. "You mean you...," she started to say. Linda didn't let her finish her thought, as she responded, " oh no, we couldn't go through with it. We just kind of observed, and then came home. We talked it over and agreed we could never do something like that with strangers," and she emphasized the word "strangers." "But it did make us curious." "Which is why we wanted to talk to you and Ray," explained Bernie. "You see it all started when we attended poor Mrs. Caputo's funeral. You remember that chain of events? Marie started it off by saying she had selected Mrs. Caputo to be Frank's companion if Marie died." Still somewhat dazed, Debra answered, " I remember. Then I told Ray that I had picked Linda for him...not that I was wishing for your demise Bernie." Bernie smiled and nodded as Debra continued, " then I caught that idiot Ray with that dreamy grin on his face; and I knew he was trying to imagine Linda naked. Sometimes he makes me so mad." "Right," Linda interrupted, " and that's when we began to think of the four of us together. You are our best friends; and we find both of you attractive and desirable. Tell us the truth Debra; is this something you would consider, or do you think we agree deviants." As she sipped her wine and tried to digest this astounding proposition; she felt Linda's hand stroke her exposed knee; looked up and met Linda's beautiful blue eyes with her own. Debra suddenly realized that the combination of wine, and the sexual conversation had made her incredibly horny. She began, " well, of course, I would have to discuss it with Ray; and...." But she never got to finish her sentence because Linda leaned forward ; placed her lips on Debra's and proceeded to kiss her passionately. Surprisingly, Debra returned the kiss and inched her tongue into Linda's mouth. Debra's feelings were totally confused as she felt Linda's hand stroking further up her thigh, under her skirt. It occurred to her that Linda was a great kisser, and she was really enjoying this. When they finally broke the kiss; Bernie reached over; cradled Debra's chin in his hand; and he leaned in and kissed her also. As they played with each other's tongue; Debra could feel Linda's hands oh her stomach beginning to unbutton her blouse. Debra was being swept away with passion, and it never even occurred to her to stop the proceedings. Bernie held the kiss and Debra felt cooler air flood her chest and stomach as Linda had finished her task; and spread Debra's blouse open. Linda expertly released the front-clasp on Debra's flimsy bra, freeing her magnificent breasts. Bernie broke their kiss and immediately attached his lips to Debra's left nipple; as Linda suckled on the right one. There was no longer any doubt in her mind as Debra closed her eyes; laid her head back on the sofa; and just reveled in the pleasure enveloping her body. They were each gently massaging one of her inner thighs, as they sucked and nibbled on her gumdrop sized nipples. They were kneading her tits with one hand, while exploring her crotch with the other. The feeling of being stroked by four hands was incredible. Her skirt was bunched up around her waist, and she spread her legs to accommodate them. She felt her transparent panties being pulled aside, and numerous fingers stroking her incredibly moist slit. Then fingers; she wasn't sure how many ; were being pushed between her cunt lips and eased up inside her. "Oh my God," Debra screamed, as she flooded their hands with fluid. Her hips jerked uncontrollably as she thrust her pelvis up to meet their hands. The fingers slowly withdrew; she felt warm breath on her ear; and Linda's voice whisper, " let's go upstairs where there is more room." Thoughts were running through Debra's mind as dizzying speeds. She couldn't decide if it was the wine influencing her; or if she was so horny because she really wanted this; but either way; she never hesitated to follow Linda's suggestion. She jumped up from the sofa and eagerly raced up the stairs following Bernie. She didn't even bother to re-clasp her bra, or button her blouse...she just left them open, with her exposed breasts bouncing all the way up the stairs. When they got to their bedroom; furnished with a huge king-size bed; there didn't seem to be any need for discussion; as they each started to remove their own clothes. Two pair of eyes were on Debra as she threw off her already open shirt and bra. She unbuttoned her skirt and let it slide down her shapely legs where it pooled on the floor. Wearing just her sheer black panties ; she watched as Linda pulled her turtleneck over her head inside out exposing her flimsy red bra. She reached behind her; flicked the clasp, and let the straps slide off her graceful pale shoulders and down her arms; exposing two absolutely perfect tits. Debra was envious. Linda's breasts stood out from her chest without a trace of sag, and were capped by large conical nipples; which already aroused; must have stuck out almost an inch. Debra judged they must be about 38C's. Linda them peeled her stretch pants off her impossibly long legs and threw them on a nearby chair. Linda stood there proudly , clad only in a tiny red thong, that just barely covered her mound. Both women then turned to Bernie who had just been standing there motionless enjoying the strip show. He quickly unbuttoned his shirt and discarded it on the floor. "That's typical," stated Linda sarcastically, and all three laughed; breaking any tension that may have remained. Bernie tossed his undershirt in the pile, and hopped around on one leg as he tried to remove his trousers as swiftly as possible. Unlike the other two, he didn't stop there, and dropped his boxers where he stood. His cock was already hard from watching his two beauties, and Debra found herself staring. She hadn't seen any mans penis besides Ray's in about ten years. She guessed Bernie's was a little above average in length; maybe seven or eight inches; but the outstanding feature was it's girth. It was about as thick as an old Coke bottle, and the crown was even larger. Linda walked over to Bernie; took his penis in her hand; and asked Debra, "so what do you think of my little man?" "Very nice, it's bigger than Ray's," she admitted. Bernie puffed out his chest and kissed his wife as she released his cock. Linda then very slowly and deliberately; almost like a stripper; hooked her thumbs inside the waistband of her thong and lowered it to the floor. Her pussy was as bald as the day she was born, and her lips were incredibly long. Debra just stared and Linda spoke up, " Bernie kept complaining about getting hair caught between his teeth; so....." "It's lovely," answered Debra, still staring at her host. She thought to herself; "this woman is truly gorgeous; what was that word they used to use...statuesque ...yes, that was it." Linda had long wavy brunette hair that cascaded over her lovely pale shoulders. She stood at least eight inches taller than Bernie; and Debra thought they made an unlikely couple. When she moved, her breasts jiggled; they didn't flop around on her chest like Debra's. "Just wait until you have kids," thought Debra. Noticing she was the only one with any clothing on; Debra hastily tugged her black panties off her smooth legs and then all three were totally nude. There was kind of an awkward lull as they all stared at each other, waiting for someone to make the first move. Almost as if each one was psychic; they realized at once that none of them had any experience at this. Surprisingly, Debra made the first move as she backed up to the huge bed and sat down. Linda and Bernie followed her lead and sat on either side of her; resuming their sofa positions. Debra put an arm around each of her friends; they did the same with her; and they sat there stroking each others backs. Then Linda and Bernie leaned over and each took one of Debra's extended nipples in their mouths and gently nibbled; while their free hands massaged her inner thighs. Debra squirmed with pleasure and scooted back on the bed so she could lay down. Once Debra was laying on her back; Linda straddled her body, facing Debra's feet, and lowered her crotch over Debra's head; presenting her now spread pussy to her. Although Debra had absolutely no experience in these matters, she instinctively knew what her gorgeous host expected. She reached up with both hands; spread Linda's elongated pussy lips; stuck out her tongue; and began licking her open slit from bottom to top. The musky aroma of Linda's cunt aroused her, and she thought to herself that she could probably tie Linda's extraordinary lips in a knot. As she proceeded to lick; Debra inserted both of her index fingers into Linda's pink hole, spreading her even farther, so she could jam her tongue inside. While Linda was being serviced; Bernie was not just sitting around watching. He kneeled between Debra's wide spread legs; massaging her silky thighs. His tongue began to lick up the sides of her slit; first one side, then the other. Debra's puffy cunt lips actually twitched at his touch; and Bernie used his thumbs to spread her wide open. He inhaled deeply , and the aroma of her pussy made his cock grow harder. He pushed his tongue all the way inside her; reached both hands up to her flattened breasts; and began to knead them like bread dough. He squeezed her wonderful nipples between his fingers as he sucked on her, now prominent, clit; and Debra convulsed in pleasure. Her orgasm caused Debra to ram both fingers and her tongue completely up inside Linda's pussy; and suddenly Debra's face was flooding with fluid; as Linda convulsed almost simultaneously with her. Debra continued lapping her pussy and swallowing all the cum she could. Linda breathlessly confessed, " I'm sorry Deb, I should have warned you; I'm a 'squirter.'" Bernie was the only one who had not had an orgasm yet, and he was wasting no time trying to remedy that. He crawled up Debra's crotch, and was rubbing his cock-head against her slit; coating it with her fluids. She was completely lubricated, so he knew there would be no problem with penetration. As Linda climbed off Debra's face and lay next to them stroking Debra's tits; Bernie nudged his crown between Debra's cunt lips. As Debra raised herself up on her elbows to watch; Bernie pushed the large head of his cock inside her. It aroused her even more as she watched him push forward and disappear inside her cunt. His cock was much thicker than Ray's, and she was not used to being stretched this far. "Oh Bernie," she moaned, "that feels incredible!" Linda was now suckling on her swollen nipple; and Debra just lay back and enjoyed the sensations. Bernie just sat there; his cock fully inside her; and flexed his cock muscles; stretching Debra's cunt even more. He eased his pole out of her pussy until just the crown was inside; then slowly slid back into her belly. He repeated this several times, and the feeling was exquisite. Debra had never felt so completely aroused. She glanced at Linda and saw her turn and remove an object from their night table. When she turned back around, Debra was amazed at the sight of a gigantic black dildo in Linda's hand. Bernie, never missing a stroke, saw the look of surprise on Debra's face and explained, "she calls that King Dong." Linda giggled; lay back beside Debra;spread her incredibly long legs while bringing her feet up to her ass and bending her knees; and slowly, but steadily pushed the entire fake-cock into her pussy. Debra was astounded. "King Dong" must have been at least a foot long and nearly as thick as Bernie's penis; and yet Linda had seemingly no trouble accepting the huge stick inside her. She watched for several seconds while Linda enjoyed pleasuring herself; her eyes rolling back into her head. But Debra's concentration was brought back to her situation as Bernie was increasing his tempo. He was now jamming his "coke bottle" into her stretched out cunt as fast as he could. He was hammering her pussy and it felt incredible. Everybody Loves Raymond:Debra Receives An Invitation "Oh my God Bernie, fuck me...fuck me hard," she implored him. He continued to thrust up into her; his balls slapping against her ass; as she squirmed under him. She felt him pause; lay down on top of her; and put his arms completely around her. Before she knew it; Bernie was flipping them over; and now Debra was on top; with Bernie's cock still wedged firmly inside her. He held her close; flattening her tits between them; and she noticed that Linda had removed the dildo from her pussy and was now positioning herself behind her. Linda leaned close to Debra's ear and said softly, "nothing to worry about Deb; it's very well lubricated." She felt Linda's hands on her ass cheeks, gently spreading then apart; and she suddenly knew what she had in mind. "Oh no Linda," she pleaded, "I've never done that...ever!" "I knew it," proclaimed Bernie. "Nothing to worry about Deb; I'll be gentle; and I lubricated it up myself, as a token of my love." As Bernie held her tight; his cock deep inside her; Debra felt "King Dong" push past her sphincter ring; and it wasn't that bad. Bernie rubbed her back as Linda gently slid the fake cock up Debra's ass. When she had inserted about half the dildo, Linda declared ,"I think that's enough for your first time. Are you ok, Deb?" Her worst fears disappeared as she answered, "it doesn't feel so bad." Just then Bernie started to withdraw his cock, as Linda did the same with the phoney one. Then, simultaneously, they stuffed them back inside her; and continued to work up a rhythm. Debra could not believe how stuffed she was. She was completely filled with cock and it felt absolutely wonderful. She could feel them rubbing together inside her belly and stimulating every nerve in her cunt and ass. It was unbelievable...she thought she was going to scream (or pass out). Just when she thought it couldn't get any better; Bernie reached down between them; found her swollen clit with his fingers, and squeezed. Debra felt like she was exploding as she screamed, "oh my fucking God!" Her body went into convulsions and spasms; and she thought she actually did lose consciousness for a few seconds. She was aware that Bernie had stopped thrusting and was holding her tight against him; then she knew why. She felt his cock twitching inside her belly ; the inside of her pussy flooded with warmth; and she knew he was emptying his load deep inside her. While he was cumming in her pussy; Linda continued to stimulate her ass with the dildo. Bernie seemed to jerk and spasm inside her forever; and as if reading her mind; Linda assured her, "I call him my little fireplug." Linda finally slid "King Dong" out of Debra's ass hole, and Bernie and Debra just kind of collapsed together. After a few minutes, Bernie's shriveling cock slipped out of Debra's hole, and they agreed it must be getting time for Debra to return home. Linda retrieved a towel from the nightstand and handed it to Debra, saying ," you're going to need this." Debra looked at her quizzically; then stood up beside the bed. Suddenly her thighs were flooded with Bernie's cum, and she nodded at Linda as she wiped her legs clean. As they were dressing, Linda asked Debra, "well, what do you think. Will Ray be interested in joining us?" "Are you kidding. That idiot has been lusting after your body since the Caputo funeral ; and even if by some remote chance he doesn't...I hope we can still get together," Debra answered. "Any time, Deb...any time," Bernie assured her. Everybody Loves Raymond: Debra's Adventure (a sequel to Debra's Anniversary) "Finally," thought Debra Barone, to herself, as her incredibly irritating; perpetually meddlesome; mother Marie closed the door behind her. She had just paid Debra her "middle -of-the-morning" visit...to be followed by her "mid-day" visit; her "mid-afternoon" visit , and any other uninvited intrusions she deemed necessary to keep Debra's home and family running smoothly. This one was to volunteer to take the twins (Michael and Geoffrey) to the barber because their long hair made them resemble "bums." Truth was, Debra had been planning to take them on Saturday; but now, just to spite Marie, their hair could get long enough to braid for all she cared. She would have liked to strangle Ray, her husband, for buying a house directly across from his parents; but it had actually been her misguided decision. What she had hoped would be occasional baby-sitting; had turned out to be an "enemy occupation." She was at her wits end anyway; the kids summer vacation had just ended and she needed some relaxation now. She loved her daughter Ally and the twins dearly; but sometimes absence does make the heart grow fonder. It had been a hectic summer and Ray had been no help. Besides his sports column for NY Newsday; he seemed to play golf with his cronies every day. It was probably a good thing that summer vacation had closely followed Debra's wedding anniversary, because it served to distract her from the thoughts that had been entrenched in her head since her visit to Sheila; the attractive photographer who had assisted in making the perfect anniversary gift for Ray: boudoir photos. She had posed for photos in her skimpiest lingerie, and selected several for Ray. He absolutely loved them; so much so that he wanted to show them to his friends...a move Debra quickly quashed. What she would never reveal to Ray was that during the photography session; all her pent up passions and sexuality had exposed themselves; and she had engaged in various sexual acts with Sheila; her husband Bill; and his friend George. It almost made her blush to recall that day; but it also reminded her that it seemed like she had been in a perpetual state of arousal since that day. That encounter had turned Debra into a sexual animal...she now craved sexual attention. She had initiated sex with Ray much more often; and would have done so even more frequently; but she didn't want to raise any suspicions on his part. She felt insatiable most of the time now. She often had to conceal herself in the bathroom, and satisfy her needs alone. She had maintained contact with Sheila since the photo shoot. They conversed on the phone quite often; usually chatting about the boudoir session or some other sexual situation Sheila had been involved in. She had confided in Debra that she and Bill were involved in swinging, and swapping; and had actually invited Debra to bring Ray and join them. Debra desperately wanted to accept the invitation; but knew Ray would regard the suggestion as being sick and perverse. Debra had a very liberal, accepting, upbringing; but that was the exact opposite of the Barones. Ray and his family thought kissing -in-public was extreme. The Barones' idea of liberal, was allowing all of the "M&M" colors to share the same bag. She had inquired if she could attend one of the swap sessions alone; but Sheila had informed her that they were for couples only. Just as Debra was contemplating taking a nice long, hot, bubble bath; the phone rang and it turned out to be Sheila with a very interesting proposition. She divulged to Debra that the members of the swap group were becoming bored; had discussed various options; and had decided to stage a "sex show." The problem was they needed a female subject who was not part of the group to be the main attraction. Sheila had immediately thought of Debra, because of their past conversations. Debra was instantly excited at the invitation and pleaded to hear more details. Sheila told her that the "center of attention" would be subjected to various types of sexual acts; and would basically become the "sex toy" of the group. She would, of course, not be harmed in any way; but the sex may become almost violent. She would have to totally subject herself to their whims and desires for the duration of the evening; and once the exhibition had started, there would be no withdrawing. She confessed to Debra that she had shown a picture of her, in lingerie, to the group; with the face obscured, of course; and they had been extremely pleased and excited about the prospect. As Debra listened intently to the proposition; her heart was racing; and she became aroused just thinking about the possibilities. She asked Sheila if Bill's friend George would be there; and Sheila confirmed that George and his partner Michelle, would indeed be in attendance. Debra had fantasized about George; or more accurately: George's mammoth cock; ever since her photography session had escalated into what amounted to an orgy. Sheila informed her that there would be approximately five couples participating; and that Debra must agree to be totally at their disposal. Ever since the photo session; Debra had an itch that needed to be scratched. She had actually done research online about sexual addiction. She craved sexual attention; and this seemed like the perfect opportunity. Debra asked Sheila for the date of the "meeting;" checked the calendar on the refrigerator; and discovered that Ray was scheduled to be in San Francisco that night covering the Mets. She knew Marie would leap at the chance to baby sit the kids; and Debra knew that if she explained to Marie that she was going out with "the girls;" she would volunteer to have the kids sleep over at her house. Almost without hesitation; she accepted Sheila's proposition. Little did she suspect that even if she had declined the invitation; Sheila would have forced her to come by threatening to expose the x-rated photos she had taken the day of the boudoir photo shoot. On the appointed Friday, Debra spent all afternoon preparing herself, physically and mentally for her big night. Ray had taken a morning flight for his weekend on the West coast; and as soon as the kids came home from school, and had dinner; she would be free to attend her "meeting." Meanwhile; after actually locking the back door to keep out intruders (meaning hers); she drew a nice warm bubble-bath to relax and mentally psych herself for the evening's festivities. The anticipation of what may await her was exhilarating. She added some nice jasmine scent to the water, as she even wanted to smell nice for these people; most of whom would be total strangers. She proceeded to shave everything from the waist down, and of course, her underarms. She washed her hair with her favorite smelling shampoo...mmmm...strawberry. She was going to pleasure herself; but decided to wait until later and let someone else do it...what a thought...someone else; and she had no idea who it would be. While toweling off; she inspected her body in the full-length mirror of the back of the door. Not bad for mid-thirties; she thought; "Barnes and Noble" had just a trace of a sag...hey they were "working breasts." Ray had given her breasts that nickname after the twins were born. They had actually grown in size to about 38D's; and had stayed that large even after breastfeeding. She was proud of them; and she knew they were the center of attention when Ray's idiot friends were around. Her rosy nipples were quite large and stood at attention when aroused. Her legs were still taut and shapely, with no trace of cellulite. Her ass was still round and firm; and still drew Ray's attention when she wore tight slacks or jeans. The only negative was just the beginning of a little paunch around her waist. She wasn't fat, by any means; but her tummy wasn't hard and flat like the models on TV. She liked to think it gave her character. She had selected what she thought was her sexiest underwear:a totally sheer black lace bra which revealed her nipples through the material; and matching black lace thong panties, which tied at each hip. Her slit was completely visible through the thong's fabric. The night before she had painted her finger and toe nails a bright red; she thought it would contrast perfectly with the black lingerie. She was determined to be as sensuous and sexy as she possibly could for her big night. It still amazed her that she was actually going through with this. It was as if a different Debra had been awakened during that photo session with Sheila...a Debra that craved sexual fulfillment and stimulation. She tied her long red hair back so it wouldn't be hanging in her face all night. She then shoved a pair of five- inch black heels into a paper bag along with a slinky, skin tight black dress; dressed conservatively to keep up appearances with Marie; and went downstairs to begin dinner for the kids. As she was busily preparing a casserole to pop into the oven; she downed several glasses of wine. She was very nervous about the evening, and she reasoned that she needed to "take the edge off" her anxiety. She knew she still had to drive to Sheila's, but it was quite close by and she didn't feel impaired at all. The kids arrived home from school like a tornado, and she helped them start their homework, before Marie burst in through the kitchen door. Marie, checked the oven, and assured her that she would find something to feed the kids. Trying to conceal a scowl; Debra kissed the kids good-night; thanked Marie; and went out to the garage to get the car. She quickly checked her makeup in the rearview mirror, and drove toward her night's adventure. Sheila, dressed in a plain black silk robe, met Debra as soon as she exited her car and ushered her into the garage where she had her photography studio. They quickly hugged; exchanged pleasantries; and Sheila commended Debra on her punctuality. As they talked, Debra could plainly see Sheila's erect nipples poking through the shimmering silk. Her impression was that Sheila was naked under the garment; and Debra fondly remembered Sheila's naked form from their last meeting. Sheila was a petite, blue-eyed blond with a mouth-watering little body. She had been completely shaved ; her small breasts perfectly round with incredibly long nipples. Debra felt like blushing as she remembered her naked; and the things they had done together. Sheila motioned for Debra to follow her upstairs to the studio, saying, "everyone is here, and they can't wait to meet you." When they entered the huge entrance room/office area of the studio; Debra noticed that it no longer resembled a studio. Another sofa, and a couple more chairs had been added; but all of the "office" furniture had been moved into a corner to create more space. The furniture was arranged in a wide circle, surrounding a tall piece of furniture that was like a table; but more closely resembled the type of examination table you would find in a doctor's office...except it's padded surface was curved; kind of like those models of the human spine you always see in a chiropractor's office. She observed some kind of contraption hanging from the cathedral-type ceiling. She also took note of the cameras set up in the corners of the spacious room. As Sheila had predicted, there were indeed five couples present in the well-lit room (including Sheila and Bill); and Debra observed that they were all wearing black robes that matched Sheila's. Some might have thought the group resembled a church choir; but to Debra they looked like one of those witches covens that you see on the old horror movies; except the robes had no hoods. As they crossed the room, Sheila announced to the crowd; " everyone, this is Debra...our featured performer tonight." "Performer?," Debra said to herself, "I wonder if I should have rehearsed something." Sheila proceeded to introduce Debra to everyone present. Debra, of course, already knew George; Bill's large black incredibly endowed business partner; but was introduced to his wife Michelle. Michelle reminded Debra of Halle Berry, in that she had flawless black skin and was obviously not shortchanged in the breast department. Debra could not help notice that there was already a slight "tent" in George's robe. George gave her a peck on the cheek and introduced her to his brother Ben; who he mentioned was an electrical contractor who often consulted with Bill. They could have been twins, thought Debra; as they shook hands while Ben introduced his wife Chloe; whose pale white skin was in extreme contrast to Ben's. She was a little shorter than Debra, with long brunette hair and was obviously blessed with extremely large,firm breasts; judging by the way they thrust against the silk robe. The next couple they approached could not have been more opposite. The man, introduced as David, was short, very round; with "business length" black hair that appeared to be a toupee. His partner, by contrast, could have been mistaken for a fashion model. Janet, at about six feet tall, was very slender with long, wavy brunette hair. Debra bet that under the robe; she had incredibly long legs. The final couple was considerably younger than the others; who were, more or less; Debra's age. Doug must have been in his mid-twenties and appeared to be in great physical condition (Debra almost blushed as she thought that she would soon find out). He was about six feet tall, with wavy brown hair...very handsome. He took Debra's hand and introduced her to Jen, an absolutely stunning girl of obvious Asian descent. Her long, luxurious black hair framed her oval face, and contrasted perfectly with her bright green eyes. Her nipples were poking through the silk like thumb-tacks. Doug offered, "Jen is the brains of this outfit; she's a computer software designer..I'm just a lowly electrician." And lastly, of course, there was Sheila's Bill; whom Debra already knew intimately. He hugged her tightly and welcomed her back. Sheila announced, "all right everyone; now that we have all been introduced to the lovely Debra; she's going to change, and then we can let the fun begin." It turned out that Debra's concern about her wardrobe for the evening was irrelevant , because as they went through the door; Sheila handed her on of the black robes. "I hope you don't mind Deb, but it's kind of a tradition that we all dress alike...and you've probably guessed; we are all naked underneath," Sheila told her. Debra took the robe from Sheila, and immediately began to disrobe. Not the least bit self-conscious, Debra was soon down to her sexy black underwear and Sheila whistled and remarked, " what a shame no one will see them...they are so delightful." Debra was flattered that Sheila thought she had good taste in lingerie; as she quickly whisked them off her body and stood there naked. She shrugged the black silk robe on over her head and it slid down over her nude body. She hadn't noticed it before, but there was a snap at each shoulder, that once released, would allow the garment to fall off your body. She retrieved the shoes she had brought , and asked Sheila if she should wear them. Sheila looked at the five inch black heels, and said ,winking, " oh Hell yes; those will look incredible when you lose the robe. Now remember Deb, there is nothing to be frightened about; everyone here are your friends. They only want to exchange pleasure." Debra thought; realized she wasn't the slightest bit apprehensive; just horny; and replied, "I can't tell you how much I have anticipated this all week. Let's get started." Sheila led Debra back into the studio's main room saying, " I think you're going to be pleasantly surprised with some of the props we've prepared. It's amazing what you can do when you combine the talents of contractors, electricians, and computer geeks." When they entered the "play room," as Debra would come to label it; all of the men took seats in the circle, while the females present stepped forward and gathered around Debra; who now stood by the table. She was shaking; but not with fear or apprehension; merely anticipation of the unknown to follow. As she stood ,with her arms by her sides, facing the "audience," with Sheila on one side and Jen on the other; she became conscious of how aroused she really was...she could feel herself becoming damp between her legs. They reached up to Debra's shoulders; ceremoniously unsnapped the robes bindings; and let it cascade to the floor, revealing Debra's magnificent nakedness. The silk sliding over her already aroused, sensitive nipples made Debra shiver; and she now stood before the room's inhabitants wearing only her black heels. Sheila had been correct: the heels made Debra's wonderful legs even more shapely , and were the perfect accessory to her nudity. She stepped out of the robe,which had pooled around her feet, and Jen tossed it aside. Jen whispered to Debra, "you are exquisite; I can't wait to taste you." Debra heard a collective "mmmm" sound as her naked body was revealed; and she involuntarily thrust her chest out a little farther with pride. Then, in a move that had to have been choreographed, the men stood; and all ten other people in the room let their robes fall ; reveling their complete nudity. Debra tried to comprehend and record all their bodies as she glanced around the room. She had , of course, seen Sheila, Bill, and George naked before but the others were new to her. When she had thought George's wife Michelle had resembled Halle Berry; she wasn't far off. Her body was shapely and firm. George's brother Ben, could indeed have been a twin, as his semi-erect cock was every bit as impressive as George's...maybe even thicker. His wife Chloe had extremely large breasts that hung on her chest; and she was the only female in the room sporting any pubic hair...a large triangle of it sprouted between her legs. David's fully erect penis was of average size in every aspect, except the crown was absolutely huge...totally out of proportion to the shaft. Debra chuckled to herself that she imagined that was what the "Seinfield" character, George Costanza, must look like naked. David's wife Janet did indeed look like a fashion model. She was almost six feet tall, and it seemed like her legs came up to her shoulders. Her breasts were small, but perfectly round and firm; and from her vantage point, Debra thought she could see very long labia. Standing beside her was Jen, who was the epitome of Asian beauty. Her breasts were of medium size, but perfectly shaped and they stuck out proudly from her body, as if they were begging for attention. Her fine black hair cascaded down over her graceful shoulders almost all the way to her perfectly round ass cheeks. Doug, her husband, had a slightly longer than average penis that was very thick; but what made him unique was that he had "man-groomed:" his crotch was totally hairless. The women all gathered around the naked Debra; and she could feel their nipples brush against her body as they began to rub and stroke every inch of her exposed skin. It was an incredible sensation to be fondled by ten hands simultaneously. There were lips and tongues on both her breasts; and she could feel each nipple being bitten and nibbled. Hands urged her legs apart, and when she glanced down, she saw Jen kneeling between them. She watched as Jen reached out both her hands and spread Debra's moist pussy lips apart. She flicked her tongue on both sides of Debra's slit, and then firmly drove it deep inside her cunt. If four other people hadn't been holding her upright; Debra would have collapsed to the floor, as her knees weakened; and she gushed all over Jen's olive-skinned face. "Oh God," Debra murmured, as every erotic zone on her body was being stimulated. Michelle replaced Jen between Debra's legs and immediately inserted two long black fingers into her pussy; as Sheila and Janet munched on her gum-drop sized nipples. Chloe had kneeled behind her; separated her firm ass cheeks; and was giving her anus a tongue bath. Jen, now standing beside Debra, leaned into her and they shared each others tongues. Debra, for the first time, tasted her own juices; as they were still coating Jen's face. As the women devoured Debra's body; she observed that all the men had their cocks in their hands, slowly stroking them, keeping them hard. What an incredible turn-on it was for Debra to see five hard cocks; and knowing they were all aroused because of her. While her body was still being stroked and licked; the women were gently urging her back to the edge of the table-like-thing. Everybody Loves Raymond: Debra's Adventure At closer inspection, it did indeed resemble a doctor's examining table. It was about waist high; and as they eased Debra onto it, she could see them pull foot stirrups out from the sides where the design had concealed them. They urged her to lay back on the well-padded and extremely soft table, as they secured her feet in the stirrups; and subsequently raised her legs as if for a gynecological exam. In this position, her legs were spread wide and her pussy was totally exposed to the entire room...not that Debra objected. Sheila informed her, "before you arrived, the couples all drew cards to see who would initiate you into our group...and Ben and Chloe had high card." As Debra had noted before, George's brother Ben could have been his twin. His cock was an absolute monster: at least twelve inches long; as thick as a soda can; with a head that resembled a tennis ball. She remembered being fucked by his brother; and couldn't wait for Ben to take her. As they approached the table, Ben's erect cock swayed in front of him like an additional appendage; and Chloe's impressive breasts jiggled as she walked. Even with his immense size, Debra knew she didn't need any extra lubrication; she provided her own. The way she was situated on the table; Debra's ass was at the edge, perfectly at waist level; so that Ben's cock was lined up exactly with her slit. Chloe took a quick lick between her legs to taste her; and Debra was reminded where Chloe's tongue had been minutes before; and then she stepped aside; leaned over; and used both hands to spread Debra's pussy lips apart. Ben lay his immense tool on her belly and Debra could feel it's weight; then firmly wedged the ample head between her spread lips. As Chloe spread her even farther; Ben lunged steadily forward, penetrated Debra's cunt; and kept up steady pressure until he had slid completely into her belly. With her pussy completely full of Ben's cock; Debra moaned loudly and immediately provided more lubrication; unnecessary as it was. With her legs positioned in the stirrups; Ben was able to achieve maximum penetration, and he thrust his monster into Debra's cunt with all his strength until his balls slapped against her ass cheeks. He began a steadily increasing pace of hard thrusts until he was fucking her so fast that a white froth became visible at the entrance of her cunt. Chloe had repositioned herself so that she could suck and nibble on Debra's wonderful tits. Chloe slid her hand down Debra's stomach, and caressed, then pinched her swollen clit; sending Debra over the edge again. As she thrashed about on the table; her cunt convulsed and squeezed Ben's cock and he responded by flooding the inside of her pussy with his sperm. It was like someone had shoved a fire hose between her legs as he kept spurting inside her; filling her completely and making her stomach ripple. When he had finished erupting; Ben just stood between Debra's legs with his cock still embedded inside her. As Debra lay back on the table catching her breath; Chloe continued to knead her breasts as they lay flattened against her chest. Eventually, Ben's meat shriveled enough to let it slip naturally out of Debra's hole; allowing his cum to drool down her ass crack and onto the table. Everyone in the room applauded and converged around the table, as Sheila spoke, "now Debra, we have a real surprise for you; thanks to the imagination and skills of our members." Chloe helped Debra off the table, and it was moved to the side of the room. Doug produced a remote control; pressed a button; and the contraption at the ceiling began to lower. As it reached eye level, Debra could see that it was a series of, what appeared to be, canvas straps of varying lengths and widths all connected with metal rings; almost resembling a kind of cage. Jen assured Debra, "you are going to love this," as she wrapped straps around Debra's waist, chest, shoulders, and each thigh. The straps connected to themselves with "Velcro", and actually felt quite comfortable. Debra was almost breathless with anticipation as Jen and Doug continued to adjust the straps until her legs were secured in a spread-eagle pose. Most of the straps hung loose behind her, unused for now. Doug again pressed the remote and Debra was gently lifted off the floor; her legs still held wide apart, as she rose. She was totally relaxed in the harness, as she watched George retreat to the corner of the room and wheel a, sheet covered, object to the center of the room, and position it directly beneath her. When he whisked the sheet away, he revealed a narrow platform, with an object protruding upward in its center; it sort of reminded her of the pommel-horse from high school gymnastics. She realized that the object was an absolutely enormous dildo; the largest she had ever seen. Sheila broke the silence, "we think it was meant to be a novelty item...a joke...but we couldn't resist it. Doug, show Debra what we have programmed it to do." The dildo must have been at least eighteen inches long, and it had to have been ten inches around. Luckily, the head was no bigger that the rest of the girth. Debra was a captive audience as Doug, using the same remote, hit a button and the gigantic dildo started to visibly vibrate. As he kept pressing a button, the vibrations and gyrations grew increasingly intense until it resembled a snake. He pressed another button, and the dildo began to thrust upward and contract in a steady rhythm like a piston in an engine. What was amazing to Debra, was that it was totally noise-less. Sheila had told her she would be amazed at the things the talent in this room had thought up. No one had to tell Debra what was supposed to materialize here...they were going to lower her body over this contraption until she was impaled by that monstrous dildo. Sheila assured her, "don't be worried Debra; we'll go slow. It really isn't that much larger than Ben, and he made sure you were well lubricated. " Just to be sure, Debra saw Janet produce a bottle of lube from under the platform and generously squirt the entire length of the fake cock. Debra had to be impressed with the design of her harness, because it was almost like she was floating...she felt no pressure whatsoever from the straps. Doug was controlling the remote, and he had raised Debra about six feet above the floor; as the others positioned the platform directly under her crotch. He pressed a button and her body began to be, very slowly, lowered. Everyone had gathered around the platform to watch this portion of the show. Her legs were secured so wide that her slit was wide open as she neared the enormous phallus; which was now perfectly still. She could feel fluid drip from her cunt; and she wasn't sure if it was her's of Ben's...probably a combination. She wasn't sure which emotion was stronger at this moment: horny anticipation; or fear of the immense size of the object. As she slowly approached the massive cock; Sheila and Jen guided her legs, making sure her pussy was centered over the tip. She was being lowered so that gravity was actually what was doing the movement. Debra felt the end of the dildo make contact with her wide open slit, and Doug stopped the hoist there. It was just barely touching her lips; teasing her; making her crave more. Michelle asked her, "are you OK Debra?" Trying to make a joke, Debra assured her, "yes, we have splashdown, Houston." Taking his cue, Doug touched the button; and Debra's body resumed it's downward movement...very slowly. They watched intently as her moist cunt lips spread around the tip of the dildo; very slowly stretching to their extreme. Debra looked down to see the enormous cock beginning to penetrate her cunt. It was so huge, she wanted to scream, as her body absorbed more, as she was lowered. She was totally amazed that her pussy would stretch far enough to accommodate the proportions of the plastic cock. She could actually see her the size of her stomach increase as the dildo was buried deeper inside her. Doug released the clutch on the hoist, allowing gravity to take effect, and Debra was suddenly fully impaled on the beastly dildo. She did scream, "Oh my fucking God," as eighteen inches of thick plastic was embedded inside her pussy. As she thrashed around on top of the dildo like meat on a skewer; Doug was not satisfied with her having just one orgasm; so he tapped a button, and the dildo began to vibrate inside her. He touched another and the hoist raised her up a couple inches; causing an almost delirious Debra to wonder why. Then she knew; as the cock started to thrust up into her pussy. In sensory overload, she shrieked, "holy fucking shit." Debra was now in a state on constant multiple orgasms. It was like being fucked by some gigantic beast. Her belly was totally and completely filled with cock. The group watched in awe as her cunt lips gripped the dildo; first being stuffed up inside her pussy; then being drawn completely outside it. Her huge tits jiggled as the machine thrust up inside her. Doug lowered her onto the platform so that every inch of the dildo was being jammed up into her cunt. Debra's head was thrown back in ultimate ecstasy; as she fought for consciousness. She now knew what was meant by; "out of your mind with pleasure." She knew that she was absolutely flooding the platform; that was, if there was room for her juices to leak out. She must have actually lost consciousness momentarily; because she didn't remember the dildo being removed from her pussy; just her feet, still wearing her heels, touching the floor; and Sheila and Jen asking her if she was feeling alright. "Oh my God; that was indescribable," gasped a completely breathless Debra. "Well, catch your breath," Chloe advised her, as she handed her a bottle of water, "because you haven't felt anything yet. Now it's time for complete audience participation." As Bill and Ben held a weak-kneed Debra upright; Jen and Michelle were adjusting the harness straps surrounding her. When they were done; the contraption resembled a weird lawn chair cage hanging from the ceiling. Debra was sitting on a couple straps, with others holding her legs apart and straps on the sides to hold on to if she desired. She was raised about three feet above the floor; and again, totally comfortable. She could swing back and forth; and actually wished she had one of these at home. As the group surrounded her; she suddenly realized that, from this position, all her holes were readily accessible. George advanced between her spread legs; his huge cock swaying before him; her still wide open hole inviting him. George had fucked Debra before with his giant cock, and normally she would have pleaded with him to go easy; but after being defiled by their machine; she actually welcomed him inside her. She was at the perfect height, and George just walked forward; cock in hand; and slid his monster meat to the hilt in her pussy. "Oh that's nice," groaned Debra, as George began to slide his cock in and out of her well lubricated cunt. Debra just closed her eyes , leaned back in her harness, and enjoyed being fucked. Having George's enormous cock inside her was like welcoming back an old friend; even if it was only the second time. He felt so great thrusting into her pussy; his balls slapping against her ass cheeks. She opened her eyes when she felt someone grasp her right hand; and saw that it was Bill, urging her to wrap her fingers around his impressive eight inch tool. She had almost forgotten: this was not about her...she was the "featured performer" at this party. She took hold of his penis; noticing how sexy her bright red nails looked against his cock; and began to stroke it gently. Doug approached her left side with his completely smooth cock; and she immediately grabbed it and began to jerk him off. She looked up and saw David (she still thought of him as George Costanza) being lowered toward her sitting on a trapeze bar; until his huge cock-head was even with her mouth. At close inspection; she was astounded at the size of his crown compared to the normal size of his penis. She instinctively opened her mouth to accept the bulbous head; and David began to stuff it into her mouth, past her lipstick coated lips. The crown absolutely filled her mouth and she began to flick and slide her tongue all around it. The only man missing was the man who had already fucked her: Ben; and she didn't have to wait long to discover what he was waiting for. George stopped thrusting into her cunt; and just held there; and she felt large, firm hands spreading her still accessible ass cheeks. She couldn't really get a good look behind her because of the cock filling her mouth; but she knew it was Ben...she recognized his scent. She knew that his cock was every bit as immense as George's which was stuffed in her pussy; and she could just imagine what it looked like poised against her ass. She knew she should be dreading this penetration because the only other time she had been double-penetrated (the only time anything had ever been in her ass, for that matter) was with Sheila's dildo and Bill's almost normal cock. But she wasn't dreading it at all...she craved his cock in her ass...she couldn't wait. Ben ,his cock still coated with Debra's cum, nudged his crown against her sphincter muscle; spread her cheeks as far as possible, and gave a shove; burying his cock-head in her ass hole. It hurt for just a split second, and then the pleasure began to spread through Debra's body. As she hung in mid air; George and Ben thrust into her body with all their brawn and their huge cocks disappeared inside her. She almost bit down on David's penis, as she let out a scream of ecstasy, that was so muffled no one could hear. She knew she was cumming, but wasn't sure how much fluid she had left to expel. The feeling of being so stuffed with cock was incredible. She was cognizant of having over two feet of hard, fat cock inside her; and the thought overwhelmed her. As they thrust up into her, she could feel their cocks rubbing together, separated only by a layer of flesh. It suddenly occurred to her what an amazing invention this harness was; to be able to accommodate five cocks simultaneously...wait a minute...she was accommodating five cocks! She was finding it difficult to concentrate on sucking; and double-jerking at the same time. Unexpectedly, she felt fingers on both her tits; which had been flopping around uncontrollably. Janet and Chloe were massaging her wonderful tits and pinching her nipples hard. Her nipples were being stimulated; she could feel cocks in her ass and pussy; and Debra wasn't sure how much more titillation she could tolerate. Trying to concentrate on the cocks in her hands was almost impossible; and then David erupted in her mouth and down her throat. She gobbled and slurped and tried to keep it all in her mouth; but when he withdrew, he still spurted on her face. She ran her tongue around her lips and swallowed every drop she could gather. Now she could concentrate on the jobs at hand; and she quickened the pace; as she watched David's trapeze being lowered to the floor. It was the first she had noticed that the remote for the trapeze, had been worn on a necklace around his neck. As the two ,twin, giant cocks hammered her holes; Debra tugged and yanked Bill and Doug with all her energy. She was actually afraid their cocks were going to be rubbed raw by the increased friction. Just as her arms were growing weary, the two weapons exploded in her hands virtually simultaneously; spewing and spurting a shower of cum into the air. It coated her hands; arms; and seemingly everything else in sight. She licked it off her fingers; thinking how each man's sperm had a distinctive taste. Debra once again relaxed in the harness and just enjoyed the sensation of two massive cocks filling her pussy and ass. But her state of utter bliss didn't last long, as the trapeze raised up in front of her,with Michelle astride it. Debra had eagerly anticipated this; and as Michelle wrapped her long legs around Debra's head; she used both her hands to spread Michelle's legs even farther. While using her thumbs to part Michelle's prominent cunt lips; Debra paused a moment to breathe in her scent. She couldn't believe how pink the inside of Michelle's cunt was...maybe it was just the contrast against her black skin. Debra had nothing to compare it against since this was obviously the first time she had eaten a black woman. Sheila had been her first lesbian encounter; and she had enjoyed it immensely. She held Michelle open; leaned forward; and gently licked the folds surrounding Michelle's pussy. It was difficult to lick smoothly with her body quivering from the cocks hammering into her belly. She thrust her tongue inside Michelle's cunt; and used it as a spoon to gather and swallow as much of Michelle's juices as she could. She lapped Michelle's pussy like a dog on an ice cream cone. She felt Michelle's legs squeezing her head tighter; carefully bit down on her protruding clit; and held it between her teeth as Michelle's body bucked and jerked on the trapeze. Michelle gasped, "oh God Debra; you're the best cunt-licker I've ever had." Debra didn't have time to bask in the praise, as the pace of the cocks fucking into her increased drastically. Ben was the first to cum, as she felt his mammoth cock suddenly expand; then flood her ass hole. He immediately withdrew; and everyone exhaled as they watched his sperm drool and drip out of her sphincter. George was battering her as his monster cock spread her cunt with each stroke. Everyone else was just watching the show now; and Debra now was enjoying being the "featured performer." It felt so wonderful having her pussy stretched so wide; so full of hard cock. George wrapped his huge hands around her ass cheeks; drew her close to him; and held her tight as his gigantic cock sprayed a steady stream of cum deep inside her cunt, as it gripped him tight. She threw her arms around him as the pulsing of his cock encouraged her orgasm. The two of them jerked and thrashed in each others arms, as her pussy milked every drop from his balls. After catching his breath, George stepped back; his shrinking cock sliding easily out of her enlarged pussy. They both laughed as a steady stream leaked out of her expanded hole; leaving a sizable puddle on the floor beneath her. Everyone agreed it was time for a short bathroom break; and to hydrate. Over the next couple of hours, Debra and her holes were shared by everyone, in every possible combination. She was happy that Ray would be gone the entire weekend, because she knew she was going to be sore. The entire group agreed that they should have an encore performance in the future. Two of the couples asked Debra if she would be interested in joining them for just a threesome. She left all options open; but felt like her cravings would be satisfied for the time being. * (Thank everyone for your feedback and story suggestions; please keep them coming. Please be advised that Literotica does not accept any celebrity non-consent stories.) Everybody Loves Raymond: Debra's Anniversary (fictional story about fictional characters) Debra Barone's tenth wedding anniversary was only a couple months away and she found herself wanting to do something really special for her, NY Newsday sportswriter, husband Ray. He had actually been pretty nice, and thoughtful, lately; and she knew he worked hard; so she wanted to show her appreciation. On one memorable occasion , he had, surprisingly, taken her side against his perpetually meddlesome mother Marie; and "shooed" Marie out of the house. Eight years ago she and Ray had purchased the house across the street from his parents; and ever since, Marie would just barge into the house, unannounced, at her discretion. She was constantly criticizing Debra for everything; from her housekeeping and cooking; to her child-rearing skills. "Yeah, she should talk about child-rearing skills, " thought Debra to herself, "her two sons are completely messed up." She was sitting at the kitchen table trying to remember why she had persuaded Ray to buy this house, when her best friend Amy, lightly knocked on the back door, and then came in without waiting to be asked. They both thought of each other as family. "Oh, hi Amy, " Debra happily exclaimed, "would you like some coffee?" "Thanks Deb, that would be nice," Amy responded, taking off her coat and sitting at the table across from Debra. "You looked lost in thought when I came in; a penny for your thoughts," stated Amy. "Marie again," frowned Debra, " but also I have been wracking my brain trying to think of something special to give Ray for our anniversary." "It just so happens that I know the perfect thing," Amy replied; " professionally done boudoir photos. I actually had some done for Robert; but then the louse dumped me again before I had a chance to give them to him." Debra took Amy's hand in hers and patted it, comforting her. Robert, Ray's older brother, was notorious for being non-committal with women. He was a sergeant with the NYPD, but Marie had brow-beaten him all his life; and spoiled him for other women. He still lived at home, and had broken up with Amy several times. Debra found it hard to believe that Robert had actually been married once. "Boudoir photos...you mean pictures of you in your underwear," asked Debra. "Lingerie, actually," blushed Amy, "it's very tastefully done; and they made me look incredibly sexy. Eat your heart out Robert!" "I don't think...I just couldn't let some strange photographer see me in my lingerie," stated Debra; "although it would be perfect for Ray; you know the way he's always pawing at me." "Oh Deb, it's totally discreet; and the photographer I went to is a woman...and she has her studio right here on Long Island; it's practically in your neighborhood," urged Amy. "Here, I'll give you her card." As she lay in bed that night; trying to relax enough to sleep; after another confrontation with Marie (about her cooking again) ; Debra couldn't stop thinking about the boudoir photos. Amy; even though she blushed a bright crimson; had shown her the photos she had intended for Robert, and they had been quite good. They were professional quality portraits; but with an erotic focus. Amy had been fully clothed in lingerie, but posed in a sexy and suggestive manner. They reminded Debra of "Playboy" type poses. She had told Debra that the photographer would let you pose as daringly as you chose. The photographer, whose name was Sheila, directed Amy and made many suggestions for poses; but Amy had the final say. She told Debra that even though she had thought she would be embarrassed ; Sheila put her totally at ease; and the experience was very positive. Debra thought that it might be nice to have some photos of herself to remember when she was still sexy and proud of her body; she hated to admit it; but gravity was already starting to affect her breasts. Amy had said that you could bring your own lingerie; or choose something from the large selection that Sheila had at the studio. By the time she drifted off to sleep next to the snoring lump that was Ray; Debra had decided that she was going to at least visit Sheila's studio. The next day she called the number on the card Amy had given her, and made an appointment to meet with Sheila. So, a couple days later, right after getting the kids on the school bus, and seeing Ray off to work; Debra drove the short distance to Sheila's house. It seems the studio was located above her garage. When Debra drove into the driveway; she discovered the garage was a mammoth, three car structure; with a complete second floor. She was slightly nervous; but this appointment was just a "meet and greet." When she had spoken to Sheila on the phone, she had instructed Debra to just ring the doorbell on the side door of the garage; so that's what she did. Almost instantly, a smiling face appeared at the door and it opened. Sheila and Debra introduced themselves and Sheila led the way upstairs to the second floor studio. The upstairs studio was enormous and inviting. The main room had a sofa and a couple nice easy-chairs in one area; another area was obviously the "office" section, judging by the desk, computer, etc.; and in one corner were several "pull-down" screens and some large lights...this was obviously where the formal portraits were done. Debra was immediately struck with the attractiveness of Sheila. She was a little younger than Debra; very petite and perky; with the bluest eyes and short blond hair. Debra bet that she didn't even have to brush it out after a shower; it probably just fell into place naturally. They sat in the chairs; and Sheila asked Debra what exactly she had in mind. She told her host that she just wanted something "kind of sexy" for her husband as an anniversary gift. Sheila retrieved a large 3-ring binder from her desk and handed it to Debra saying, "these are some examples of my work. I ask every customer if they would mind being in my portfolio; and if they would rather not; then, of course, I don't include their photos in my notebook. I think you will be pleased with the quality of my work. My philosophy is that every woman is beautiful; sometimes it just takes more work and makeup. Remember, all these women are just ordinary housewives, or working women." Debra perused through the 8X10 prints and was totally impressed. The women were beautiful, and the photography was very professional. When she was finished with the notebook, she handed it back to Sheila; and told her how impressed she was. Sheila took Debra by the hand and as she led her to a door behind the office; told her, "let me show you the bedroom. This is where all the boudoir photos are taken." They went through the door and into the other room; which did indeed look like a bedroom...if your bedroom were a porno studio. One whole side of the room was taken up by a huge, queen size , very ornate brass bed; surrounded by lights and tripods. The bed was covered with bright red satin (Debra was fairly certain it was satin, not silk) sheets ; a matching comforter; and numerous large pillows. "I have different color bedding; something to fit everyone's taste; and I assure you everything is thoroughly laundered after every use," assured Sheila, "and I have a very large selection of lingerie and undergarments. You would be surprised how many women change their mind about how risque they want the shoot to be once they get started; so I provide a change of undies, if they like. And don't worry; if someone selects lingerie from here; it goes home with them...no re-using undies. Besides, usually the "significant other" enjoys seeing the model wearing the lingerie from the pictures they have just enjoyed." Debra had seen enough. Sheila seemed to have a knack for putting her completely at ease; and they returned to the office to book an appointment for a session. While at Sheila's desk; Debra noticed several photos on the wall, contained in very intricately carved wooden frames. She inquired about them, and was informed, "oh my husband carves them for people as a hobby. He's very good with his hands. He has a little shop set up downstairs." As Debra drove home, she found herself jittery with excitement over the impending photo shoot. She was going over her lingerie inventory in her head; deciding what to wear. Ray always liked the black lace teddy she only wore on special occasions. He always said that black brought out her red hair; and he loved the way the black lace displayed "Barnes & Noble." That was the nickname he had given her breasts many years ago. She was very proud of her breasts. Three children and they still were still firm and rosy tipped. Sure they sagged on her chest a bit; but that was due more to their size than their lack of firmness. They had actually grown in size to 38D's when she was pregnant with the twins (Michael and Geoffrey); and had remained that size; much to Ray's delight. The morning of the shoot; Debra could hardly wait for everyone to clear out of the house. She had gotten her hair styled with long,loose curls the day before (only her daughter Ally had noticed), and was almost giddy with anticipation. She jumped into the shower, and while shaving her long, shapely legs; she spontaneously decided to do some other grooming. Since the twins had been born, she had kept her pubic area shaved except for a thin red "landing strip" just above her slit. This morning she shaved it off , leaving her completely bald between her legs. She somehow felt, not only sexy; but also naughty...and she liked it. While toweling off, she admired her body in the mirror, and thought that she had kept herself pretty well preserved for a mother of three. She put on her makeup; dressed casually; threw her black teddy and bikini panties in a paper bag; and headed out for Sheila's. Once inside the studio; Sheila had some juice in a carafe ready for them; and they just casually chatted for a few minutes. Debra knew that this was aimed at putting her at ease; and it worked...she felt completely relaxed with Sheila. Sheila was dressed in her "work clothes: "overalls, like Farmer Jones would wear, and a plain white tank-top underneath. When Sheila leaned over at a certain angle; Debra was almost certain she could see Sheila's small braless breasts. They went into the bedroom, and while Sheila prepared the camera and adjusted the lights; Debra went into the small changing room and put on her teddy. Sheila had given her a totally sheer black bed-jacket to put over the teddy; and it matched perfectly. Debra thought to herself that no one except Ray had ever seen her in this outfit before; as she stepped out into the bedroom set. As Sheila turned to look at her subject , she let out a raucous whistle and exclaimed, "Debra, you are absolutely gorgeous. You are going to make my work so easy. I never dreamed you had a body like that under all those clothes. Here; take this black feather boa...I think it will add something to the pictures. That's the beauty of digital photography: we can take as many pictures as we like." Debra knew she was blushing, as she sat on the edge of the bed waiting for direction. "Since you said you were wearing black lingerie, I selected pure white bedding for contrast," Sheila explained to her, "not only will the black stand out, but your red hair will be highlighted." Sheila assisted Debra with several poses; arranging and re-arranging her legs, arms, and hair. Every time she touched her; Debra thought that Sheila's hands lingered a little longer than was necessary; and sometimes her touch was almost electric. Much to her surprise; Debra found herself enjoying Sheila's touch. The poses got increasingly more sexy and risque as the photo shoot progressed. Debra had not worn a bra under the teddy, and several times Sheila had her pose with one or both shoulder straps slipping down her arms; showing more of her breasts each time. Sheila had produced a tiny string thong which Debra had eagerly substituted for her bikinis. As they progressed; Sheila showed some of the photos to Debra on the camera screen; and Debra became increasingly turned on. "I am sexy," she thought to herself, " I think I'm going to enjoy these pictures as much as Ray." As Sheila brushed Debra's hair out around the pillow; she suggested to her, " you know Debra; we can make these photos as daring and revealing as you would like. With a body as great as yours; we could make some smoking pictures." Debra thought for a minute; lowered the thin black strap off her left shoulder; and continued lowering it until her entire left breast was exposed. Her rosy pink nipple was totally aroused, and resembled a red gum-drop; as she felt Sheila's hand casually brush against it. As Sheila walked around the bed, taking photos from all angles; Debra was surprised at how turned on she was; exposing herself to a stranger, and being photographed. She was totally compliant as Sheila lowered the other strap, revealing Debra's right breast also. She was constantly assuring Debra how great the pictures were; and how sexy she was. Debra was beginning to feel dampness between her legs; and with every "innocent" touch by Sheila; her breasts were becoming more sensitive. Sheila quickly reached into her "prop" closet and produced a set of black , totally sheer ,crotch-less panties; and matching bra with the nipple area cut out. Debra, was so aroused; she didn't even bother to go into the changing room to change under-garments. When Sheila saw her in the new panties, she exclaimed, " oh wow Debra; you're totally bald...just like me. I hope you don't mind me saying so, but you are just beautiful." Debra didn't mind at all; in fact she was becoming increasingly aroused; and she found herself wondering what Sheila's bald pussy looked like. She couldn't believe she was having thoughts like that; she had never felt she had any lesbian tendencies; but she assumed that when you are as horny as she was becoming: anything and everything turns you on. Sheila posed Debra laying back on the mountain of pillows, with one knee bent and her legs slightly parted, so that there was just a glimpse of her bare mound between her wonderful legs. The crotch-less panties were the perfect touch. She leaned over and gently pinched Debra's already erect nipples; startling Debra, while saying, "in the porn business they would call me a 'fluffer.' You know, someone who keeps things 'hard' for the camera. Didn't mean to catch you off guard; just wanted those incredible nipples to be a little more distinctive in the picture." Debra responded, " you are the professional; I am totally in your hands." "That's what I was hoping you would say Debra," Sheila answered seductively, "do you think your husband would be interested in seeing some poses of you in girl-on-girl settings?" Debra responded truthfully, before thinking where her honest response may be leading; "are you kidding; he's a man...don't all men drool over that stuff." "Well then, would you mind if I joined you? All my cameras have timers; multiple exposure settings; and I have a remote," Sheila eagerly stated. She could hardly believe the feelings she was having; but Debra blurted out; "I would love to have you join me." Debra knew in her heart that she would never be able to show these pictures to Ray, or anyone else; but she really wanted to see, and have, them for herself...and she was so horny now; she craved to see where this encounter was heading. She was fighting the overwhelming urge to touch herself. She watched breathlessly as Sheila unclasped the overall straps at her shoulders and the loose-fitting garment fell to the floor in one motion. Debra had to wonder no longer, because Sheila had not been wearing panties; and her shaved pussy was now in plain sight. She drew the flimsy tank-top over her head and discarded it leaving her clad only in a pair of white sneakers; which she quickly kicked off. Debra thought Sheila's breasts were so cute. They were only about 34B's, but were absolutely perfectly round, and capped by the longest nipples Debra had ever seen. Debra thought , that with her short blond hair, she looked like some kind of "pixie." She really was stunning in her nudity. Sheila flitted around the room adjusting cameras and lights; then leapt onto the bed to join Debra. She was so turned on, that Debra wasn't even nervous about being on the same bed with a naked woman. Sheila posed them with their arms around each other; and then suggested that it would be incredibly sensuous if they photographed her removing Debra's bra and panties. Debra agreed as she let Sheila ease her "peek-a-boo" bra off her arms; completely revealing her enormous tits in all their glory. Deep in her subconscious; Debra heard herself shouting out, "stop...wait;" but she didn't actually vocalize that thought. She knew she should just halt everything right now, and thoughtfully consider all the consequences, before proceeding any further; but the truth was she didn't want to logically her actions. She was approaching middle-age; had never really taken any risks; and may never again have an opportunity like this. She decided to let her hormones and her instinct be her guide. Debra could hear the camera "clicking" all on its own, as Sheila cupped her breasts in her hands; bent down, as if licking them; and held that pose. Sheila fondled Debra's "twins," almost like she was weighing them; then took her right nipple between her teeth and gently nibbled; all the while posing for the camera; or at least appearing to pose. Debra wanted to scream from delight, as Sheila continued to bite and suckle on her tits. Then Sheila leaned back on the pillows next to Debra, and urged, "ok Debra, now you do me. Your husband will like that, right?" Debra nodded in the affirmative; but she knew that it had long ago ceased being about photographs for Ray: Debra wanted to continue this for her. She had never been this intimate with another woman; and she was actually shaking as she gingerly placed her hands on top of Sheila's small "hand-fulls." Sheila's tits were so warm and soft that Debra began squeezing them like rubber balls. Her nipples protruded between Debra's fingers, and she thought they must be almost an inch long. Her instinct took over; as she had hoped it would; and she leaned forward and began taking turns sucking Sheila's elongated nipples. Sheila leaned back; ran her hands through Debra's long curls; and moaned, " that feels incredible Debra; you are a natural." Debra sat back and just admired Sheila's tiny body. It was so sexy; with her long, slender legs; and petite waist. She had that gap between her thighs; where they didn't touch; that Debra always thought was sexy in a woman; and her pussy mound was quite puffy and prominent. Sheila; still perfunctory with the camera; lay Debra back against the pillows; pulled the ties at her waist releasing the crotch-less panties; and urged Debra's legs further apart. "Now Deb, this is going to be special...I want you to show me your pussy. I mean, really show it to me; show me the pink." Debra knew she was blushing; but never hesitated, as she pulled her knees up; reached down with both hands; hooked her forefingers and middle fingers inside her quite long cunt lips; and proudly spread them apart. Sheila groaned as she exclaimed, "oh Debra; you have a beautiful pussy." And with that, Sheila swiftly crawled up between Debra's thighs; stuck out her tongue; and became the first female ever to taste Debra's juices. As her tongue imbedded itself inside Debra's pussy; Sheila's face was immediately drenched as Debra involuntarily squirted in orgasm. Debra was about to be embarrassed; but that feeling faded, as Sheila began to lap and slurp up every drop she could. When she had completely cleaned Debra's thighs; Sheila leaned back on the bed with her crotch pointing at Debra, and waited. Debra knew that she should reciprocate; but had no experience on where to start. Again, she just let instinct take over; and did whatever she thought she would like. Everybody Loves Raymond: Debra's Anniversary Sheila had spread her long, slender legs as far apart as possible; and her puffy pussy lips were already spread slightly, so Debra could see droplets of moisture escaping from her slit and trickling down her ass cheeks. It seemed completely natural, as she used her thumbs to spread Sheila's lips, and blew bursts of air up her tunnel. Debra hesitantly began to lick each side of Sheila's amazing pussy, while breathing in her musky scent. She had never smelled the arousal of another woman; and she found it to be intoxicating. She plunged her tongue deep inside Sheila's cunt, awhile tickling her, surprisingly large ,clit with her nose. Sheila moaned, "oh Debra,,,that's the spot!" Debra thought; "she's not a 'squirter', but that's definitely going to leave a wet spot." As Debra eased herself back against the pillows again; Sheila informed her; "oh we're not done yet Deb. I have something that will make most perfect picture for your husband." Sheila leaned over the side of the bed; reached under the comforter; and retrieved a box from under the bed. When she opened the box, Debra could see that it contained assorted sex toys. Sheila calmly produced a giant red dildo that had to be as least eighteen inches long, and a bottle of lube. Debra could see that there was a crown on each end of the fake penis, to facilitate use by two people simultaneously. It wobbled in Sheila's hand, and appeared to be made out of some kind of gel-like material; very flexible. Debra's mind was spinning with the possibilities, when she heard Sheila's voice; " Deb, just imagine the picture of you , laying back on the pillows; your legs spread wide; and half of this dildo sticking out of your pussy." "Oh my God, you are so right...let's do it," Debra heard her own voice say. As Debra lay back comfortably against the mound of pillows; her legs spread obscenely wide; her damp pussy lips glistening in the lights; Sheila coated the red dong with lubricant and nestled herself between Debra's legs. Sheila gently nudged the head of the dildo inside Debra's slit; and then slowly, but steadily pushed it up deep inside her cunt until it stopped; blocked by her cervix. Sheila backed up to the end of the bed and just gazed at the sight in front of her (supposedly so the camera could get a better, unobstructed view). It was the most erotic sight she had ever seen: an absolutely beautiful woman with her huge breasts flattened out on her chest; her long red curls spread out over the white satin; her shapely legs spread wide; and six inches of red dildo protruding from between the folds of her totally bald pussy lips. Debra was in heaven, and had her second orgasm the minute the dildo was inserted. Nothing that long had ever been inside her. There was no longer any pretense of pictures...this was strictly for enjoyment. She watched in awe as Sheila wedged her legs under Debra's; crawled up between her legs, facing her; and nudged the protruding dildo between her own cunt lips. As Sheila inched her way forward, more and more of the artificial cock was forced inside her. They thrust themselves forward together, and the dildo disappeared completely inside their cunts. They were now sharing a cock, and it was the most amazing feeling Debra had ever experienced. They continued to thrust and withdraw; and when thrusting, they would grind their pubic bones together. Debra pinched her own nipples; and Sheila was squeezing her clit harshly between her fingers. Just as they simultaneously threw their heads back and moaned in consummate pleasure; they heard a male voice call out; " hey hon, it's me. Rang the bell, but there was no answer." As two men entered through the door to the studio bedroom; Debra's shocked, instinctive reaction was to lunge forward, where she ended up face to face, on top of Sheila; covering their nakedness. It was fortunate that the dildo was extremely flexible, because if was now bent almost in half; still inside both cunts. Debra was in a panic, and had no idea how to respond to this intrusion; but she felt Sheila's arms encircle her, holding her in place, as she explained, " Deb, relax and just take a deep breath. Everything is fine. That man is my husband Bill. He is a contractor, and partners with the second man: George. I didn't expect them home this early; but it's ok...as a matter of fact; sometimes Bill assists me in the photo shoots. Would you like them to join us?" Although still quite shocked; no man except Ray (her physician was a woman) had seen her nude since they started dating; Debra was still incredibly horny and found herself checking out the intruders. The first man through the door, Bill, was around Debra's age and quite handsome. About six feet,two inches tall; short, sandy colored hair; and obviously well built. His partner George, was a couple inches taller; also well built; and a black man. Debra, laying there completely nude; in another woman's embrace; and with a dildo sticking out of her pussy; somehow did not feel embarrassed or vulnerable; she just felt horny. She almost felt like she were another person looking down on the scene, as her head unconsciously nodded in the affirmative and she heard herself answer, " yes...please." As Bill began taking off his work boots, he addressed the women, "you two look so natural and comfortable as you are; don't you move; we'll fill in around you." Bill continued to strip down, and Debra could see that he was in very good shape, as his muscles rippled when he removed his shirt. When his boxers hit the floor; she could see that his semi-erect penis was a little larger than average in length (maybe seven or eight inches); and about the thickness of a pepperoni stick. The purplish crown was considerably larger, and quite impressive. When she diverted her attention to George, he was just lowering his shorts, and what he revealed caused her to sharply draw in her breath...and she had to remind herself to breathe again. His cock hung nearly to his knees, and had the girth of a soda can...it looked downright angry. As if reading her mind, George looked her in the eyes and stated laughingly, " yep, it's true what they say about us black men. And let me tell you: once you go black; you can never go back." Bill and Sheila laughed loudly, as Debra just stared in amazement. She knew there was no turning back now; and truth be told: she didn't want to. She was grateful that Sheila had ceased taking pictures of their actions. If she had only known that Sheila covertly recorded all her studio sessions for two reasons: 1. just in case someone tried to claim that the session was not consensual, and 2. if she ever was in need of some extra income; she was fairly confident that her clients would pay unhesitatingly to keep the session a secret. Some might label this blackmail; but Sheila preferred the word extortion. Debra was startled back to reality by the sensation of Sheila squirming underneath her; and the realization that she still had at least six inches of plastic cock inside her pussy. Bill was now standing beside the bed, squirting lube along the entire length of his, now completely erect, cock. He was truly a very attractive man, and the sight of him with his penis in his hand merely increased Debra's passion. Since the dildo was still being shared by Debra and Sheila; every movement by Sheila, further stimulated Debra; and right now Sheila was fidgeting non-stop. As Bill climbed onto the bed behind Sheila and Debra, the bottle of lube still in his hand; Sheila reminded the men, "I think this is all new to Debra; so you boys be nice...and gentle...unless she directs you otherwise." Bill smiled as he positioned himself behind Debra, she was slightly bewildered as to what he had in mind; until she felt his hands on her round ass cheeks, and felt a squirt of lube running down between them. Her eyes bulged; she turned to look over her shoulder and pleaded, " I don't think...I've never done that before, Bill." He gently massaged her perfectly firm cheeks and answered, " Debra, you have such a wonderful ass...don't worry about a thing; I'll be very gentle." She watched him knead her, now slick, cheeks ; and then lay his erection on top of her back. That simple act was so erotic, that Debra knew she had to be adventurous for the first time in her life. As she lay on top of Sheila, her pussy still full of dildo; she reached back with both hands; grabbed her own ass cheeks; and zealously spread them apart. She felt Bill move forward; place the crown of his penis at the opening of her sphincter; and then lean forward. He encircled her waist with his hands and pulled her backward...toward him; as she felt uncomfortable pressure at her ass-hole ; and then his head popped through her opening. Once he was past her sphincter ring; she no longer felt any discomfort...merely a pleasant pressure and presence inside her. Bill squirted some more lube on her ass-crack; and then steadily drove his cock completely into Debra's incredibly tight ass. When Sheila again squirmed beneath her, Debra screamed out, "oh my God, that feels so fucking good! She had never had both of her holes filled simultaneously before, and the sensation was incredible...indescribable. She knew that she was now soaking both Sheila and the bedding; as her juices drooled down the dildo and dripped onto Sheila's pussy. She had almost forgotten about George, who was now clamoring onto the huge bed in front on the two prone women. In his hand was what could only be described as a log. His cock was enormous...Debra couldn't believe that cocks could be that large; it was well over a foot long. He smiled when he saw Debra staring; as he kneeled on his knees above Sheila's head; and presented his meat to Debra's face. She could feel cocks in both of her holes; and this man obviously desired a blow-job. She had never been fond of administering oral sex; but her mouth was drawn to this monster like a magnet. She stuck out her tongue and lightly licked the first drop of pre-cum from the tennis-ball sized head. She felt Bill thrust steadily into her ass, as she stretched her lips to encircle George's black crown. She could only manage to swallow about four inches of his tool; but she ran her tongue all over the crown and underside. George ran his huge fingers through Debra's crimson curls; and did his best to fuck her face. He increased his pace because he wanted to shoot his cum down the throat of this exquisite woman. Bill and George built up a simultaneous rhythm: as George would thrust into her mouth; Bill would shove up into her ass. Sheila had gripped the bend in the dildo and was now thrusting it into their cunts in rhythm with Bill. The sensation of the two cocks, separated by only a thin membrane of skin was too much for Debra to endure as her whole body went into convulsions. She jerked and quivered as she lost control of her body. Unfortunately, she also bit down on George's cock; but that only served to excite him more; as he flooded her throat with his cum. As Debra continued to spasm; she struggled to breathe as cum drooled out of her mouth around George's log. He withdrew his still hard cock; and sat back on his heels watching this stunning woman in the throes of ultimate passion. Her gyrations excited Bill to the point of no return as he thrust violently into her ass hole while grasping her waist and holding her in place. Debra could feel pressure building deep in her ass as Bill pumped his cum into her. As his cock jerked in her ass; Sheila slowly withdrew the dildo from their cunts; and the feeling of it sliding out of her pussy, sent Debra over -the-edge again. She collapsed onto Sheila, feeling like jelly, as Bill glided his, now shriveling, dick out of Debra's battered ass-hole. His cock had acted like a butt-plug; and now his cum began to drip out of her sphincter. Bill slid off the bed; and as Sheila helped , a totally spent, Debra try to sit up; George sat next to them and requested of Debra," please pretty lady, before you go; I just have to fuck that beautiful pussy." Debra glanced at the incredible appendage between his legs; and knew she would probably never get another opportunity to be fucked by anything that size again; and she truly wanted to know what it would feel like. As she inched herself back on the bed; she wrapped a hand around George's cock and pulled him with her. She didn't bother kissing him or nibbling on his ear; this wasn't about attraction...this was about pure unadulterated lust. At this moment in her life; Debra wanted nothing more than to feel his cock inside her. She lay back on the pillows; because she definitely wanted to watch this; spread her totally smooth legs obscenely wide; and bent her knees while drawing her legs up closer to her body. As George crawled up the bed between her legs, Debra just stared at his enormous cock waving in front of him, and thought there was no way that thing would fit inside her...but she couldn't wait to try. Bill was just standing back being a spectator; and if his erection was any indication; an aroused one. Sheila had grabbed a camera and excitedly recording the encounter for posterity. Debra suddenly thought that she couldn't wait to see photos of George's cock inside her. As if she didn't want to be fucked badly enough; George leaned forward and informed her; "I'm from Brazil originally, and you are without a doubt, one of the most beautiful women I havee ever seen." She could feel a couple drops of fluid trickle down between her ass cheeks, and she grasped his monster in both hands and tugged him towards her. George advanced, and lay his cock on her stomach; letting her measure it's length against her marvelous naked body. It stretched almost up to her heaving breasts , as they flattened out onto her chest. Debra was so aroused now that she absolutely craved his cock. Sensing her need was matching his own; George rubbed his giant cock-head up and down against her slippery slit; coating it in her juices. He grasped her legs and placed them around his waist; his cock poised at her entrance. In that position, her legs were actually lifted up off the bed; and he placed his huge hands under her firm ass cheeks and squeezed them. George then pushed his weight forward; his tennis-ball sized head separating her pussy lips; stretching her open until the crown was inside her. Debra moaned her approval as his cock split her slit wide open. He didn't stop to let her adjust to his invasion; he steadily thrust forward, stuffing her snug cunt full of his cock; sliding deeper and deeper into her belly; until his balls were resting against her ass cheeks. Then he stopped and once again marveled at her beauty. Her head was thrown back on the pillows, and he could feel her cunt contracting around his prick; her orgasm evident. George, very slowly, withdrew his enormous cock; and as it slid out of her constricting pussy, he looked down and marveled at the way her cunt lips clasped tightly around his giant shaft. He looked up and saw that Debra was observing this marvelous sight, also. He slowly pushed himself back into her; and they watched as her cunt lips were forced back inside. He continued this pace for several strokes; almost teasing her with the pace. When he was fully inside her; he ground his pelvis against her clit. Debra finally cried out, " oh my God...fuck me...fuck the hell out off me...now." George grasped her waist in his oversized hands, and slammed his monster into her pussy as hard as he could. Debra's cunt was being stretched to it's limit and she felt like raw meat on a skewer...it felt absolutely wonderful. Her pussy was stuffed completely full of cock;and she loved it. "Jesus fucking Christ that feels good...slam that fucking cock into me," she heard herself yell. And slam her he did. George was battering her cunt as he fucked her. What turned him on the most was watching her mammoth tits flopping around on her chest. They were like huge pendulums keeping time with his thrusts. Debra was incredulous that her pussy had allowed that much cock inside it. When he thrust forward, she could see her stomach distend to make room for it. She had lost count of her orgasms; it seemed like she was in one big, constant climax. Nothing else seemed to exist...only that huge cock deep inside her pussy. "Where the hell is all that cock going," she thought to herself, as she watched it disappear inside her time after time. She felt George's hands tighten around her waist and as he held her tight against his body; his giant cock inside her expanded, stretching her already stressed cunt even more. An incredible warmth spread in her belly as his hose erupted deep inside her, filling her with his seed. The pressure inside her pussy was intense as his sperm fought for space inside her already filled cunt. His cum actually started squirting out around the edges of his cock. She could feel the stream tickling her pussy lips as it escaped her hole. Debra lay back against the pillows, totally spent; as George kneeled between her legs; his gradually shriveling cock still imbedded in her cunt. As it slipped naturally out of her pussy, she could feel a steady stream of cum running down her ass cheeks, and a wet spot spreading beneath her on the bed. "Glad I'm not responsible for that laundry," Debra thought to herself, as she sat on the side of the bed. George gestured between her legs as he apologized, "sorry about that." She glanced down to see what he was referring to, and saw that the slit between her thighs had disappeared and been replaced by a big, wide-open hole. Her cunt resembled one of the holes on the mini-golf course. Suddenly embarrassed , Debra responded, "I'm sure it will shrink...eventually." As they dressed, Sheila made an appointment for Debra to return and peruse the photographs, so she could choose which ones she wanted for her anniversary gift. "We also need to choose which ones to delete," Debra reminded her. "I don't know," Sheila beamed, "I think they are all keepers." As Debra drove the short distance home, she couldn't help feel that she could never go back to a "normal" sex life. She was already imagining what other adventures awaited her. Everybody Loves Raymond: Debra's Day Everybody Loves Raymond: Debra's Big Weekend Saturday Morning Bright light. Where was it coming from, Debra wondered. She fought against the haze and sluggishness, finally opening her eyes and waking up, still exhausted from...what? She lay in bed, realizing that the light was from outside. What time was it? How late had she slept? She looked over at the bedside table at the clock; 9:34, it said, its little red numbers placidly staring back at her. 9:34? When was the last time she'd slept this late? She couldn't remember. She lay there and turned over on her side, groaning slightly as she did. She was sore, she had a horrible taste in her mouth, and as she lay there vaguely wondering why this was so she suddenly realized that she was naked...and it all came rushing back to her. Her big weekend alone, the trip to the store, Marco, his visit last night...everything. She blushed a deep red at the memory of her behavior, and sitting up, wincing at the pain between her legs and in her backside, she stared at the mess that was her sheets...a now dry mess of fluids that she'd simply passed out in, exhausted from three hours of the most fantastic, hard-core, mind-blowing and nasty sex she'd ever had. Oh, God, what had she done? What had she allowed to be done to her? She, who had always believed that the best sex between a man and woman came from a partnership where both were equal, and neither dominant? Had she really done those things? Allowed a man half her age to do things to her that only the lowliest whore would allow? Not only allowed, but shamelessly begged for on her knees? Memories came flooding back, minor sensory images from last night, memories of taste, touch, smell, sight and sound. She pushed them down for now, and slowly and painfully, she got out of bed, gingerly walking down the hall to the bathroom. She turned on the water, filling her tub and adding some mild soap to it (no telling what the stronger stuff would feel like on her abused nether regions), and as it filled, she stood there, looking at herself in the mirror. She saw a tired, sore woman, a woman who'd done things she would be ashamed of for the rest of her days. But, she also saw a woman newly invigorated, a woman made keenly aware of her sexuality and her appetite for a good, hard fuck...and for much, much more. The water was about right, and she turned it off, stepping into the tub and settling herself down. It hurt a bit at first, especially on her behind...it felt strangely stretched, and blushing, she knew it had good reason to. Again, the memories flashed by, and she allowed them to for a second: the site of Marco's face and dark, penetrating eyes, the pungent smell of his body, the tickle on her nose of his pubic hair as she sucked his cock, the gagging and slurping sounds she made to please him when he fucked her mouth, the taste of his semen on her tongue (and oh, the memory of how it got there!), the feel of it on her face and in her hair...all this and more flooded back, in a kaleidoscope of images, each blurring by in a swirling mass. She blushed again, forcing herself to remember the entire event, and was again shocked and embarrassed by her behavior. She had to face facts and deal with it; she'd had an affair, something she never seriously believed she would. Not only that, but she'd had it with a man not half her age, a boy really, just turned 19. She didn't even know his last name, had in fact only met him once, and yet had done things with him she'd never done with anyone else, had begged him on her knees like a shameless whore to do things to her she'd always believed to be degrading to women. She closed her eyes again, moaning in despair at the thought of how she'd let this man, this boy, this stranger take her in the ways he had, how he'd fucked her like a complete slut, and how he'd cum, unprotected, in her every orifice. Was he clean? Would she need to go into the city to a clinic for a check, for God's sake? And worse, could she be pregnant? She'd used no protection, hadn't wanted any, would have fought like a mad woman had he dared try to use anything that kept his bare cock from her at the time. How the hell had this happened? She did a quick mental check; what time of the month was it for her? Thinking for a second, she sighed with relief; it wasn't likely she'd gotten pregnant, not now. After the difficulty she'd had getting pregnant in the first place, she was almost positive she wouldn't be now. Still, how had this man gotten to her so quickly and completely? How had she gone from watching a movie and drinking a glass of wine to ending up lying naked and sore in sheets soaked with her own wetness and his copious semen, her face covered in dried cum and her stretched, abused anus and sex leaking it by what felt was the bucket full? She lay back, letting the hot water ease her soreness, and remembered... Friday Afternoon Debra shut the van door and sighed with pleasure. She'd done it! After months and months, she'd finally done it! She had a full weekend to herself, something she couldn't remember when she'd had last. Even better this time was that it was such a surprise, because it was unexpected. She'd known for weeks that Frank and Marie where taking the kids to Jersey for a week to visit some family they had there, and she was as happy for the kids as she was for herself. For all their faults, Frank and Marie were great to the boys and Allie, and this last trip before school started back would be good for them. Shed' planned to spend that week they were gone getting some cleaning done (doubtless Marie would sneer at the thought, the old witch), and spending some time with Ray. Then she found out that Robert was going off to a police training program in San Diego for the week, and that Amy was going with him. Even better! She loved Robert and Amy, but Robert invariably showed up at the wrong times and Ray never seemed to know how to get him to stop. So, she was really looking forward to a peaceful week. Then, the final piece of the puzzle...Ray had gotten a call that morning from the office. A sick colleague couldn't go to an important interview with some ball player from Chicago, so Ray had to take it. They'd packed in a frenzy, gotten him a ticket and booked a hotel, and rushed him to the airport so quickly that she hadn't had time to really think about what it meant. Ray would be gone until Monday afternoon, when she had to pick him up from his flight. She had an entire weekend to herself! She was giddy at the thought, and nearly pinched herself to make sure she wasn't dreaming. She whooped out loud, and as she drove away from the departure lot, she started planning her weekend. First, she'd stop at the video store and pick up a couple of good movies...maybe Dying Young and My Life, both good tear-jerkers, the kind Ray wouldn't watch. Then she'd run by the A&P, pick up some stuff for the weekend (including a bottle of her favorite wine), and settle in for the next two days. She planned to go nowhere, and to enjoy her private time while she had it. After a quick and uneventful trip to the video store, she stopped by the A&P. Quickly getting what she needed, she made small talk with some of the people she knew in the store. Peggy told her about the upcoming PTA drive, reminding Debra that someone would drop by the house to ask her for help this year on the fundraising committee. Inwardly she seethed at this...seemed like they always wanted something. But outwardly she was all smiles, and she told Peggy that it would be no problem, she'd be happy, anything for the kids, blah, blah, blah. Finally she made her way to the checkout line, where two teenage boys were checking out and bagging. The one checking out she knew; Anthony, from the local high school. He was a football player, and had met with Ray once for some school project. Not a bad looking kid, she thought with a naughty inward grin. She wasn't sure about the bag-boy, though...he had his back to her, filling the bags of the lady in front of her. She was pretty sure she didn't know him; she didn't remember seeing anyone like him. He was too tall, for one, and had the dark skin of someone who spent a lot of time outside. Maybe a migrant worker, or something, she mused. Dismissing the thought from her mind, she began unloading her purchases on the conveyer. "Hi, Mrs. Barone," said Anthony cheerfully. "Hello, Anthony," she replied. "Ready for your first year at college?" "Sure am", he said. "Thanks to your husband's reference, I got a partial scholarship to NYU. Just got the letter yesterday! My folks are so excited they can't see straight. I'm the first in the family to go to a private school, and they're already convinced I'll be on the Supreme Court one day." Inwardly surprised that Ray had such influence, she replied "Wow, that's great! Congratulations, Anthony! I bet your parents are really proud!" "Yeah, they are! Dad already bought himself an NYU sweatshirt and a window sticker. But you know what makes it better?" "No, what's that" said Debra politely, inwardly itching to get home and start her Big Weekend (she could actually hear the capital letters). "Well, my cousin Marco from Milan got a scholarship too! He applied for a study abroad program, and since he has family here they gave him a chance to come to New York and go to Purchase. He's studying literature, and since he's fluent in both Italian and English, they gave him a scholarship, too. So, he's going to be here for a year. Isn't that great!" "Sure it is", she replied. "I hope to meet him someday!" "Well, you can meet him right now! Mar, hey, Mar" he said, poking the boy next to him. "Turn around. There's someone I want you to meet. This is Mrs. Barone, the wife of the guy who wrote that recommendation for me". "Mar" turned around, and Debra felt her heart stop, thinking to herself 'oh, where was this kid when we were at the pool this summer?' Marco was about six feet tall, with the jet-black hair and olive skin common to Italian men. But he face! His body! 'My God', Debra thought, 'he's an Adonis if there ever was one.' She felt a rush of heat between her legs; this kid was gorgeous, and simply oozed sexuality. She couldn't quite put her finger on why; was it the broad, defined shoulders, or the sensual, slightly sleep look to his eyes? Was it his full lips, or maybe the firm, muscular (but not bulky, like so many young athletes) shape of his body? 'It's all of it', she thought, 'but something else, too'. "Ciao, Mrs. Barone," he said, in a soft, somewhat deeper voice than she'd expected, a voice with a heavy Italian accent....a voice custom-made for getting a girl to do what he wanted. "I'm pleased to meet you; any friend of Anthony's is a friend of mine". "NicetomeetyouMarco", Debra spilled out, trying to focus. 'Stop staring at him', she thought, instantly imagining that the entire store could see right through her. 'He's a kid, for God's sake!', she thought. 'But, he isn't', whispered a voice deep, deep in the back of her mind, a voice she sometimes heard when she was having particularly inappropriate thoughts, a voice she thought of as "Naughty Debra". 'He's 19, which means he's a man...and a hell of a man, at that'. Blushing, she pushed that thought aside, sending "Naughty Debra" back to the cell the mean little bitch lived most of the time. "Well, boys, I have to go" she said, clearing her throat. "I'm spending the weekend alone, and have some things to do. Bye, now! Nice meeting you, Marco! Good luck to you both this year at school!" She left hurriedly, dropping one of her bags in her frantic effort to get out of the store and away from the disapproving eyes she imagined on her. As she stopped to pick up her bag, Marco knelt beside her, grabbing it just as she did, his hand touching hers. She looked up quickly, directly into his eyes, mumbled "thanks", and got out of there. She'd seen it; oh, yes, she'd seen it...and she wasn't sure what to make of it. She drove home, and unloaded the van. She quickly put away her groceries, and began busying herself around the house, loosing herself in the simple tasks of housekeeping. Her mind kept flashing back to that brief instant in the store. She HAD seen it, right? She wasn't imagining things, was she? In her younger days, Debra had been pursued by her share of men, and she'd seen what she thought of as "the look" many times before...the look that showed interest, that said the man thought she was hot and wanted her. She hadn't seen "the look" in years, not since she and Ray had started dating and she'd first met his friends. No, she thought, she must be wrong. That kid could have any woman he wanted...of that, she was sure. He oozed sexuality, and also a sort of confidence one would expect in a much older man. That was what it was, she thought...that was what made him so sexy. The package it was wrapped in was nothing short of awesome, but what made him so damn hot, what had made her wet right there in the store was his obvious confidence in himself. No, there was no way he'd shot her the look...she had to be wrong. But yet, she thought, she'd never been wrong before. Just because Ray wasn't as interested these days as he used to be didn't mean she didn't still have it. She sighed, thinking about that. Ray loved her; of that, she had no doubt. And truly, she loved him too. He made her laugh, and he was a great provider. Yes, a bit lazy around the house, and prone to do stupid things at times, but a good man, husband and father. His biggest failing, though, was that he just didn't get her sometimes. He didn't understand, for example, that sometimes she needed a good cry (hence, the movies she planned to watch tonight), or that she needed him to take her side against his mom every so often, not because she hated Marie (though sometimes she did), but because she needed to know he could put her first. And, that she sometimes liked to be treated a certain way in bed. Ray was of the "slam, bam, thank you ma'am" school of thought...the kind of guy who thought sex was something to be done quickly and as hard as possible, probably from watching one too many porno films with the guys. Sure, sometimes that could be fun. But not all the time...at other times, Debra just liked to cuddle, naked...and Ray never got that. Nor did he get that sometimes, she wanted to try new things. Maybe not outlandish things—she'd never had any interest in anal sex, for example—but something new, just to spice things up a bit. At the core, though, she was certain that Ray just didn't understand that for women, sex wasn't just about physical pleasure, but about emotional pleasure, too. And, while she was on the subject of the physical aspects of sex, she might as well face the fact that Ray wasn't terribly well endowed. At six inches his penis wasn't exactly tiny, but with age his stamina had gone down, his gut had grown out, and it was becoming increasingly rare that she climaxed when they made love....she might have had he done some appropriate fore-play, but he didn't. She'd long ago given up trying to "teach" Ray how fore-play was supposed to work. So, she faked it, of course...Ray's ego would be shattered to think he couldn't satisfy her, and she loved him too much to let that happen. But, what that meant for her was that she often had to wait until she had some private time to take care of her own needs. A bath, for example, provided that time, or those rare occasions when she had the house to herself and reasonable assurance of privacy. At those times (something about as rare as the planets coming into alignment), she'd light a couple of candles, strip, lay on the bed, read one of her "romance novels" (a name she always found amusing for what was essentially soft-core pornography) and use her fingers or her trusty vibrator in a long, slow session of self-pleasure. Part of her was dissatisfied with this, but she understood that it was the price she paid for the life she led. Still, it was pleasing to think that a young demigod like Marco would want her in that way. She wondered briefly (and not without a guilty twinge of pleasure that brought some heat back to her sex again) what kind of lover he was, how big his cock was (she shivered at that thought), and how good he was in bed. Pretty damn good, probably...you didn't get that kind of confidence by accident. In any case, she had a feeling that tonight, when she went to bed, he'd be on her mind again...and that she wouldn't need a romance novel to get herself going! It was a bit disturbing, really, how much this kid was on her mind after meeting him only once. She kept re-living that touch in the store, and that moment when they locked eyes...that sure had seemed like "the look" to her, regardless of the age difference. Oh, if she were ten years younger and single (or hell, just single!) she'd show that kid a good time, she thought (and, just maybe, he'd show her one too). 'No,' she thought, pushing the thought away. 'I didn't see it, couldn't have, and even if I did there isn't anything I can do about it, or should do about it'. After putting Marco out of her mind and finishing her little bit of housework so that she could enjoy a clean house for at least a couple of days, Debra changed into some relaxing clothes—a pair of sweats and a tank-top—and fixed a quick salad for dinner. She sat in front of the TV, watching the news, and then some program on the Lifetime channel (more because she could do so with Ray gone, rather than any real desire to see it), and drank a glass of wine. She was thoroughly enjoying the beginning of her weekend, and just wondering what she would do tomorrow, when the doorbell rang. 'Damn,' she thought. 'It's probably that PTA lady Peggy warned me about. Just what I need!' She figured she'd agree to whatever the wanted, just to get rid of them quickly and get back to enjoying her solitude...whatever it was, it would be worth it just to have her free time. She yelled out "Just a sec!" and answered the door, her reply half formed on her lips, when she realized that it wasn't one of the PTA reps on her doorstep...it was Marco. He'd changed from his store smock into a simple white tee-shirt and jeans, and he smiled lazily at her when she opened the door. Her jaw nearly dropped, and a whirl-wind of thoughts ran through her mind. What was he doing here? How did he know where she lived? Why had she not checked the peephole first? Was her hair okay? Why had she not put on a bra under her shirt? Did anyone see him there? And, above all, how oh-so sexy he looked! He was standing in a relaxed, not quite slouch, hands in his pockets. His jeans were well-worn but not dirty, and it was obvious from the shirt that he had one hell of a body. She realized that she was simply staring, and quickly tried to recover. "Oh, umm, Hi, Marco," she stammered. "What brings you here?" 'And, how did you know my address?' she thought to herself. "Mrs. Barone," he said, "I'm very sorry to disturb. I came to apologize for today". "Apologize for what?" Debra replied, honestly mystified. What had he done, other than bag her groceries and make her a bit wet in all the right places? "In my country, Mrs. Barone, when a man is introduced to a beautiful woman, he does not simply say 'ciao' and leave it at that. No, he must greet her properly, and show respect. I didn't do this, and wanted to make amends." "Well, that's quite alright, Marco" she said, blushing as her mind screamed 'you HEARD him, he SAID it! He called you a beautiful woman! You were right! It was "the look"!' Clearing her head quickly, she said "It's okay in this country to do just what you did, so no harm done!" "Ah, but Mrs. Barone," he followed up, almost as if he'd expected this reply, "I take my country's customs with me wherever I go! Just because I am not there doesn't mean I can behave any less well than I would at home, no?" Everybody Loves Raymond: Debra's Day Off (Fictional story about fictional characters in the public domain.) Debra Barone needed this day. Everything had miraculously come together just when she needed it the most. Her husband Ray, a sportswriter for NY Newsday, left that morning for a three day road trip with the Knicks. Frank and Marie; her meddlesome, irritatings; were visiting friends in New Jersey who had just moved into a new retirement community and would be staying overnight. Her daughter Ally and , twin boys, Jeffrey and Michael had just left for school and had made play-dates with sleepover plans. She was going to have a day off; and entire 24 hours all to herself! She really needed some time to relax. The kids had been irritable lately; she was constantly bickering with her mother-in -law (the bitch); and just before Ray left they had a huge fight about, guess what, Marie. Marie had once again insinuated herself into their marriage, had criticized her parenting skills; and Ray (the idiot) had not backed Debra up. That was history she told herself as she climbed the stairs to their bedroom...this was HER day. She had the first part of her day all planned: first a nice, hot, soothing bath; then just relax on the couch in front of the TV with a nice glass of wine. Maybe later she would even get out Ramone; that was what she had named the vibrator she kept hidden in her underwear drawer. She drew a nice hot bath and threw in a cup of her favorite bath oil...jasmine scent. After disrobing, Debra took a long look at her naked body in the mirror. She complimented herself out loud, "girl you look damn fine for a 35, all right 36, year old mother of three. She did a pirrouette to check for cellulite; and finding none , smiled. Truth is, she had the body of a 25 year old. Her ass was still firm; as Ray said, "you could still bounce a quarter off that ass!" Her tummy, leading down to her crotch, was still flat and firm. After giving birth to the twins she had decided to keep her pubic hair trimmed. She had kept it trimmed into a bright red landing strip about two inches long just above her slit. Ray loved that strip but what turned him on the most were "Barnes and Noble", the names he had given to Debra's wonderful breasts. She cupped her magnificent tits and even she was amazed by them. When the twins were born her breasts had increased from a C cup to a D and had stayed that way. They weren't perky, but she could still pass the "pencil test." When aroused, her nipples were the size of gumdrops. Debra was pleased with what she saw. She was; what was the word they used to describe old time actresses...voluptuous; yeah that was it...voluptuous. She knew she wasn't the only one to think so. She had often caught some of the PTA dads trying to peek down her blouses; and she noticed that whenever she wore a dress or skirt, Robert (her brother) would try to sit opposite her to get a good look at her legs and possibly an up-skirt glimpse. Debra soaked in the hot tub for a good long time, letting all her muscles relax and leaving her tension in the steaming water. When soaping between her legs, she was tempted to get herself off, but stopped; telling herself, "not until later when I re-introduce you to Ramone." After toweling off, Debra slipped into her pink, terrycloth robe and nothing else. Having nothing on underneath made her feel so relaxed, and a little bit naughty at the same time. She went downstairs, took out a new bottle of wine, a glass, and sunk into the couch. She downed a whole glass of wine, poured a refill, and started flipping through the channels. Dr. Phil was on and he was talking to people with problems. Debra chuckled to herself, "you think you got problems," and poured herself a third glass of wine. She kept watching and sipping, and instead of relaxing, the memories of her in-law encounters were making her agitated. She went to pour another glass full and was shocked to realize she had consumed the entire bottle. Debra had never been able to handle alcohol very well (a fact Ray would take advantage of at every opportunity)...two glasses were her limit. Once she had let Marie aggravate her, drank three glasses, fallen asleep in her parked car because she knew she shouldn't drive; and been rewarded for her conscientiousness with a ticket. "That bitch Marie, " she thought remembering the embarassment. She started to get up to get another bottle of wine, but her head began to spin and she fell back on the couch. "Wow, you're drunk," she told herself, "and it feels kinda good." As she sat back and resumed watching TV, a young bride was telling Dr. Phil she was contemplating moving in next door to her in-laws. As a result of her state of inebriation, Debra yelled at the TV, "stop, don't do it!" She tried to get up again, but her dizziness prevented her. Just then the kitchen door slammed and Debra thought to herself for probably the thousandth time, "why doesn't anyone ever lock a door around here?" Her brother came charging into the living room shouting, "Debra is everyone OK...I heard shouting." Despite the interruption, Debra found herself pleasantly surprised to see Robert, and sang out, "O hi Robert...yes I'm just fine...just watching a little TV. Why don't you join me?" Robert, dressed in NYPD sweatpants and t-shirt sat in a chair and regarded Debra somewhat curiously...she seemed different somehow. He explained he had been out walking Shamsky (his incredibly ugly dog) and had heard her shout. Debra leaned back on the couch, put her bare feet up on the coffee table and explained about the show. As she sat there, her robe fell open exposing her legs to well above her knees and Robert was quick to notice. He had always had a crush on his sister and thought his brother was the luckiest man on earth. Robert was not exactly subtle with his glances and Debra, in her condition, decided to tease him a little. She squirmed around on the couch causing her robe to move, not only exposing her legs all the way up to her thighs, but also a lot of cleavage. Debra knew how Robert felt about her and had always been more than find of this gentle giant. Robert was 6' 8" tall and had huge hands and feet. She was shocked to find herself wondering if there really was a correlation between the size of a man's hands and his penis. Debra realized she was getting damp between her legs and in her drunken state decided she wanted to find out. Robert's eyes were bulging in his head as he stared at all of Debra's exposed skin. He thought to himself, "O my God...is she naked under that robe?" Debra knew she was drunk and horny as hell; and she was going to do something about the latter condition, as she said , "Robert I wanted to relax today and this show has made me so tense...would you mind coming over here and rubbing my shoulders." Robert replied immediately, "sure Deb, anything for you." As he got up, Debra almost gasped outloud...she was sure she saw something twitch in the leg of his loose fitting sweatpants...something all the way down to his knee. She adjusted her robe to fully expose her shoulders and even more cleavage. Robert practically ran over to the couch, stood behind it and looked down at Debra. As he looked down at her naked shoulders and almost bare breasts he thought to himself that this was as close to heaven as he would ever get. As Robert touched her shoulders and started to massage them, Debra felt a trickle between her legs and knew that she needed relief and soon. "O, Robert, that feel so good," she moaned. She reached up, grabbed Robert's hands with hers and pulled them down onto her breasts. His huge hands covered her entire chest and he began to knead her breasts like bread dough. Her nipples were engorged to the size of jelly beans as he pinched them between his huge fingers. Debra shuddered in orgasm and juice literally gushed from between her legs. Robert parted her robe to get a better look at her globes and whispered in Debra's ear, "you have the most magnificent tits I have ever seen." Debra reached up, put her hands around his neck, pulled his head down to hers, and flattened her lips against his and snaked her tongue into his mouth. When she broke the kiss, she breathed to Robert, "carry me upstairs because I don't think I can walk." Robert snatched her in his arms like she were a doll and carried her up the stairs and through her bedroom threshold like a blushing bride. Once inside the bedroom she stood in the center of the room, undid her belt, and let her robe fall from her shoulders to the floor. Robert's mouth dropped open and all he could say was, "O my God, O my God, O my God." Her naked body was even more magnificent than in all his fantasies. Her crimson landing strip was like a beacon to his eyes...the area between her legs already glistened. Debra pleaded with Robert, "all right big boy...your turn." He didn't have to be asked twice, as sneakers,socks and t-shirt flew all over the bedroom. He had a more difficult time losing the sweatpants because his erection kept getting caught in the elastic waistband. When he had finally dropped his sweatpants and boxers to the floor, Debra became so weak in the knees that she actually kneeled on the rug. Robert's cock was enormous, huge, gigantic. It was rock hard, pointed at the ceiling and reached almost to his nipples. And it wasn't just long...it was as big around as a soda can, with a head the size of a tennis ball. Debra crawled forward on her knees, mesmerized, reached up with both hands and wrapped her fingers around it. She pulled it down to her face and licked the underside of his head. This was too much for Robert to bear...it was all his fantasies and dreams coming true. He erupted onto Debra's face...squirt after squirt. She opened her mouth , trying to catch it all, but it was impossible. Robert almost immediately started to shrivel as he nearly cried, "O Debra, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry." Debra snatched his t-shirt off the floor, wiped off her face, and smiling up at him said,"that's OK Robert; your cum tastes much better than Ray's." Almost like magic, his cock was hard as steel again...Debra thought she could probably do pull-ups on it. As she stood up in front of Robert, she begged him, " I want you to fuck me Robert...I need that gigantic cock up inside me right now." "But first," Robert said, as he put his arms around her, lifted her up as if she weighed no more than a towel, and set her down on the side of the bed. As she sat on the edge of the bed, Robert spread her legs and knealt between them. He blew warm air onto her bare cunt and then started licking the sides of her lips...first one side, then the other. Juice was literally running out of her pussy as he started at the bottom of her slit and drew his tongue all the way up to her landing strip. Robert reached between her legs and with a forefinger on each side of her slit, he gently spread Debra's cunt lips apart. Robert remarked , "Deb you have the most wonderful pussy on earth." Robert slowly inserted his tongue between her lips, brushed her clit with his nose, and Debra shuddered and coated his face with fluid as she orgasmed again. Robert licked and sucked in her cum before sitting on the bed beside her. Debra breathlessly pleaded, "Robert please...I need you inside me...fuck me." Robert lay back on the bed, picked Debra up with both hands, and set her on his lap with her cunt nestled against the base of his cock. He reached up, took one of her magnificent tits in each hand and implored her, "It's up to you." Debra didn't want to wait; couldn't wait; as she raised up on her knees and grabbed his steel pole in her hands. She pulled it down until it was pointed straight up, raised herself up even farther, and then nudged it between her cunt lips. She reached down with both hands and spread her pussy as wide as she could get it, and started, ever so slowly, to sit down. She felt herself being spread open, and it was wonderful. She had given birth three times and was sure that nothing this large had ever passed through her cunt before. Her pussy lips kept spreading further apart and Robert's cock-head was actually sucked inside her like a bathtub drain plug. "Ooo," she moaned when the huge head plopped inside her. Debra stopped momentarily, letting her cunt adjust to being stretched that far. She didn't stop for long though, she wanted more. It wasn't just the alcohol; she was now crazed with lust! She slowly continued lowering herself as Robert rolled her nipples between his fingers. She only had about half of his 14 inches inside her when he lowered his huge hands to her waist, and in one motion jerked Debra all the way down onto his enormous shaft. "O my God," she shreiked as she sat on his pelvis, totally impaled on his monster cock. He held her in place as she thrashed back and forth having multiple orgasms. She leaned forward and lay on his chest, enjoying the feeling of being completely filled with cock. It was incredible...her stomach even felt full like after eating a large meal. After pausing to hug her tightly, Robert again wrapped his hands around her waist and started to lift her up and down on his rock hard prick. Debra sat back up and they both looked down to watch her cunt lips being drawn out and then pushed back in as they gripped Robert's pole. She started bouncing up and down at a dizzying pace and Robert reached down to gently pinch her clit. She shuddered uncontrollably and leaned forward to steady herself on Robert's chest. Just then they heard a voice coming closer down the hall, "Debra, you up here...I came to fix the stove...the door was unlocked." In her daze of wine and passion; Debra's first thought was "how come no one around here locks the doors." The voice, of course, belonged to Gianni, who had been close friends with Ray since long before he had met Debra. As Gianni rounded the doorway to the bedroom; his eyes bulged and he stopped dead in his tracks and just stared. There was his fantasy come true...a completely naked Debra...and she was more beautiful then he had imagined. But, also, there was his friend Robert; also totally naked with his cock buried inside his sister. Robert blushed and was speechless; but delirious with passion Debra wouldn't have cared if the entire NYPD had entered the room, and calmly ordered Gianni, "don't just stand there...I've got another hole you know!" She knew Gianni, and all of Ray's friends, lusted after her...she had seen the looks. Gianni wasted no time obeying, tore off his clothes and approached the bed. Debra noticed that Gianni's cock was actually quite slim (to her relief), but an impressive 8 inches in length. Now Debra was an anal virgin...Ray had never expressed any interest and neither had she. Even in her mental state, she knew this might be painful, especially since since she was already being stretched. She told Gianni to squirt some of the handcream she kept on her night-table on his cock. Gianni had always been an "ass man," and he couldn't believe his luck. He pounced on the bed and straddled the two lovers. Robert wasn't exactly enthralled with this development but he had dreamed about fucking Debra for years and wasn't about to move. Gianni spread Debra's cheeks apart with his hands and lay the tip of his cold-cream dripping cock on her sphincter. She lay down on Robert and Gianni slowly started to slide into her asshole. Gianni pushed at a steady pace until he was buried to the hilt inside her...his balls almost touching Robert. "O my fucking God ," swore Debra as they lay there in a sandwich. Robert and Gianni could feel each other, separated only by a thin membrane; and they weren't thrilled with that, but it was more than outweighed by the realization that they were actually fucking Debra. They both started to pull out slowly, thrust back inside in unison; and this took Debra over the top again. For never having done anal before she was surprised at how good it felt. Robert and Gianni started pounding into Debra at a quickening pace. Gianni put his arms around Debra and grabbed her wonderful tits...how many times had he jerked off thinking about her tits. Debra put her arms around Robert and felt them both thrusting up inside her. Gianni and Robert continued to pound Debra's pussy and ass as hard as they could then they simultaneously thrust into her as deep as they could, and started emptying themselves inside her. Debra could feel them both twitching inside her pussy and ass and then felt hot liquid being released inside her. All three friends came together. Robert and Gianni just kept squirting and squirting...they were fucking their fantasy woman and this was the ultimate orgasm of their lives. After laying there in a pile for a few minutes, Robert finally spoke up, " you guys are crushing me." As they started to move, Debra could feel their shriveling cocks slip out of her, and then fluid flooding down her legs. She saw the men reach for their clothes and asked them, "where do you think you're going...we've got all night!" With a huge grin on his face, Gianni reached for the phone by the bed and announced ," in that case I'm calling Nemo's and ordering a pizza." "And a bottle of wine; no, make that two bottles of wine," chimed in a cheerful Debra; as she wondered to herself if she could fit two cocks in her pussy. all feedback, positive or negative is welcome and encouraged. Everybody Loves Raymond: Debra's Day "Well, I guess not," she replied, still somewhat flustered. Did her hair look okay? He was staring hard at her, and while part of her wished he'd stop, the other part—the "Naughty Debra" part—just hoped like hell he liked what he saw. She also hoped he didn't notice how her eyes kept roaming back to his chest, and worse (she blushed furiously at the thought) to the front of his pants...or that her nipples were growing hard under her shirt. "I appreciate the thought, Marco, I do." "Thank you, Mrs. Barone," he said. "But I have not yet greeted you properly," and with this statement he stepped up to her, and through the door as she stumbled back. "May I do so? I would feel much better if I could, you may be sure," he said, quietly closing the door behind him. 'Oh, God, what is he up to?' she thought. 'What the hell is this "greeting" he's talking about? And why did I let him in!?' She knew right then that this was a turning point; she could see it in his eyes. She could send him away, and no harm done...or she could acquiesce, and things would likely get very interesting, very quickly. What to say? Were such little words as "yes" and "no" really as full of power as this, as full of....consequence? Life-altering words was what they were right now, and her mouth squeaked out a "yes" before she even knew she'd said it. "Ah, thank you, Mrs. Barone!" Marco said, his face lighting with a smile. He reached out slowly, taking her hand in his. His hand was warm and strong, and neither too rough nor too smooth. He brought the hand to his lips, and slowly kissed the back of it in an oddly courtly gesture. Debra's knees almost buckled at the sensation. She couldn't recall ever seeing anything so sexy as Marco staring in her eyes as he kissed her hand with that beautiful mouth of his. Debra was instantly aware of three things; she was as wet as she could remember ever being, she wanted Marco like no one she'd ever wanted in her life, and that he obviously wanted her, as well. "Thank you," she whispered huskily, not really sure what else to say. "You're welcome, Mrs. Barone," he said, stepping closer to her. Looking up, she saw he was looking straight into her eyes, and she saw the lust reflected there. He wanted her, alright, and he knew exactly what he was going to do with her. She had the strangest feeling of being transparent to him, that he could see right through her and knew everything she was thinking, feeling, and wanting. "So beautiful, Mrs. Barone," he said, leaning down to kiss her. His lips touched hers, and suddenly, she was no longer Debra Barone, mother of three and wife of 14 years...she was simply a woman, and a woman who desperately wanted to please and be pleased by the young man in front of her. She reached up and put her arms around his neck, drawing him close. She could smell the remains of the cologne he'd worn that day, and relished the feel of his lips on hers as the kiss deepened. His tongue pushed gently into her mouth, probing her and testing her as his hands began to roam her body and pull her to him. His body, she realized, was as taught as a steel bar, hard in all the right ways without being too big and bulky. Her hands moved up and down his back as her tongue caressed his, and her mouth pressed harder against his in increasing fervor. He broke this kiss and, breathing heavily (much to her satisfaction), asked her "Mrs. Barone, this is what you need, I know. But is it what you want?" She considered this for a time; was it an hour, or a millisecond? She wasn't sure, only that she simply nodded and said "yes" very quietly, looking intently into Marco's eyes. She might be sorry later, but for right now, she could no more turn him away than she could go to the moon. He nodded, and leaned in to kiss her again, much more intently this time. He moaned quietly in her mouth as his hands moved down her back to her ass. She pulled him closer, forcing her tongue deeper into his mouth and grinding her pelvis against him. She could feel his cock hardening through his jeans, and though she was no expert at judging, she could tell it was a lot bigger than anything she'd ever had before. His hands cupped her ass, and he quickly put his hands down the back of her sweats, into her panties, his bare hands stroking the soft skin of her ass. She gasped aloud, kissing him harder still, loving the feel of his hands as they stroked her behind, and shivering as his fingers probed between her cheeks, almost but not quite touching her puckered asshole as he explored her. With a grunt, he lifted her from the floor, and carried her quickly to the wall, spinning her around and pinning her against it, face first. He dropped to his knees, quickly stripping her sweats and panties off (at least she'd worn a nice pair of bikinis, and not her comfortable "granny panties" she liked to relax in, she thought) baring her from the waist down. He spread her feet a bit, and stroked her ass some more. She could feel his hot breath and appraising glance as he looked at her ass, and hoped he liked what he saw. He kissed her gently, running his tongue across her right cheek, tasting and exploring her before standing again. He kissed the back of her neck, and pressed his body against her. His hard, hard cock was pressed against her ass through his jeans, and she pushed her ass back against him to feel it more. His hands roamed down her stomach, her sides, and her thighs before finally settling on her hips. He moved his right hand deliberately lower, stroking just below her belly-button. She ached for it to move lower and moaned aloud, encouraging him to touch her. His hand drifted down, through the neat, trimmed patch of pubic hair above her sex (she kept herself trimmed for Ray, leaving only a small triangular patch of hair above her vagina...he liked it that way, claiming a totally bare woman was "like a kid"), stroking it lightly before moving down to her lips. His fingers probed her, and she dimly realized that she was completely soaked...her wetness was literally coating her thighs, and her sweats were probably wet, too. He stroked her sex, not quite entering her with his fingers. He also stroked her swollen clit, and she moaned loudly when he did, loving his touch...firm, but not harsh. He rubbed her and continued to kiss her neck, finally bringing his wet fingers up to her face. "Taste yourself, Mrs. Barone" he said, whispering in her ear. "Taste what I will taste very soon". Debra whimpered with pleasure, envisioning what his mouth and tongue would feel like down there, and without any hesitation she took his fingers in her mouth, sucking greedily and tasting herself. She'd never done that before, and found it incredibly sexy. She tasted musky, but not unpleasant...she could definitely get used to it. Debra pulled her fingers from her mouth, licking her lips as she reached up to pull him to her. "Your turn for a taste", she whispered, kissing him deeply. Marco thrust his tongue against hers, savoring the taste of her. Debra turned back to face him, thrusting her hand down to the front of his pants, stroking his hard cock through his jeans. She rubbed it greedily, enjoying the feel of it and anticipating having it in her mouth. She felt so sexy, standing there naked from the waist down in only a thin tank top, rubbing the cock of a boy half her age and kissing him like she hadn't kissed anyone in years. Finally, Marco broke their embrace and said "bedroom", lifting her up by the waist and heading for the stairs. Debra wrapper her legs around him, loving the feel of his strong hands holding her up by her naked ass, his fingers against her wet lips and anus. He carried her effortlessly upstairs, kicking open the door to her bedroom, and setting her on the bed's edge. As he straightened up to kick off his shoes, she stripped off her shirt, and stared hungrily at him. She was just so hot! She couldn't remember ever wanting a man like this...it was past wanting, she needed him. She needed him to fuck her, to make her cum and make her his. She didn't care what he wanted...she'd do anything, so long as he fucked her and gave her the release she needed. He stepped forward, her face inches from his waist as he reached down and touched her breasts. She arched her back, loving the feel of his warm, strong hands on her breasts as he stroked them and tweaked her nipples. "Take my pants off", he said. She willingly complied, fighting with the snap of his jeans and unzipping them. She pulled them down as he stood there in front of her, stripping of his own shirt. Debra got his pants unzipped and down, leaving him in just a pair of black brief underwear. She moaned as she saw his cock sticking up out of the band, rock hard and bigger than she thought. She pulled his underwear off, and his cock was free, standing out right in her face. It was huge; at least 8 inches in length, and appropriately thick. It was gorgeous, too...no characteristic bend to the left, it was straight as an arrow. His balls, too, were very big, and he had no hair on his scrotum...only above his lovely prick. She couldn't wait to suck him, and to lick his balls. She had a wild impulse to deep throat him, something she'd only done once years ago. She ran her hands over his tight stomach and chest, and leaned forward to kiss his cock. She kissed the tip of it, tasting it with her tongue. "Spit on it", he said, staring at her with obvious lust. She moaned lightly, and spit on the head of his cock, swirling it with her tongue. She took him in her hand, and was pleasantly surprised to find that while he was quite long, he wasn't so thick that it would be painful to have him in her. She'd seen porn and knew that guys thought the bigger the better, but that wasn't strictly true. Size did matter, yes, but too much was painful, and she wanted to be able to fuck this man in every way she could without worrying about it. She stroked him, sucking the tip of his cock as she did, her free hand running over his chest, touching his nipples. Ray loved that, as she found most men did, and Marco seemed no exception. He put his hands in her hair, and slowly, without thinking or even knowing he was doing it, began moving his hips back and forth. She slowly took more of him into her mouth, working her way down his cock and getting used to the feel of him in her mouth. She took long, slow strokes, sucking hard as she pulled out, and running her tongue along the bottom of his cock as she did. He clearly enjoyed it, and groaned quietly as she took him with her mouth. She'd always been good at this; everyone she'd been with said so. As she sucked him, she looked at him; he was obviously young, she thought. He still had a young mans body, thinner and not as completely developed as a true adult. He was six feet in height, but if he weighed 170 pounds, she'd be surprised. But what was there was perfect; tight, trim, defined, and with a perfect olive complexion. Taking her mouth from his cock, she took it in her hand and held it up, giving her access to his balls. She licked his shaven scrotum, lapping at first one egg-sized ball and then the other, stroking his spittle-soaked cock as she did. As she licked and sucked his balls, she was dimly aware that, big as they were, the kid could probably cum a gallon. Excited at the thought she took his cock back in her wet mouth, deliberately salivating on it to make it wetter. She hummed as she sucked his cock, and finally stopped moving in and out on him. She moved her head down, down, taking him further into her mouth. His head reached the back of her throat, and she stopped, forcing herself to relax before trying to take him further. The trick was to swallow just as she took him in, and to keep swallowing until he was in her throat. She desperately wanted to do this with him, to feel his pubic hair against her face and his cum-laden balls against her chin. Taking a breath, she slowly pushed him back, swallowing as she did. It worked! She had him past her throat, and was swallowing quickly and working her head forward until, at last, she had it. All 8 beautiful, hard inches of his gorgeous cock were in her mouth, and a good three down her throat. She looked up at him, her mouth stretched around the base of his cock. She could smell the musky odor of his pubic hair as it tickled her nose. She moved her tongue around the base of his cock, and put both hands on his ass, pulling him toward her. He pulled free, finally, gasping as he did so. He looked down at her, panting, and told her to open her mouth again. "I want to fuck your mouth, Mrs. Barone," he said. "I want to fuck your mouth, then cum on your face." She opened her mouth and said nothing; he wasn't asking, he was telling, and she loved it. He took her head in his hands, and slowly began to fuck her mouth, moving his cock in and out, with shallow strokes. He gradually began to lengthen his strokes, and to go more quickly, and before long—with her complete encouragement—he was going as quickly as he could. Debra slurped on his cock, making as much noise as she could. She knew he'd love it, and to tell the truth, she enjoyed doing it. She occasionally gagged a bit when he hit the back of her throat, but she knew he'd like that sound, too, so she didn't mind. She put her hands on his tight ass, gripping it and holding it with her nails, moaning loudly and loving this whole thing; the feel of his cock in her mouth, his obvious pleasure, and the fact that he was doing this to her, of all the people he could have. She felt him start to swell in her mouth and knew he was close. He grunted once, twice and then quickly pulled his cock from her mouth, just as he came. She was stunned at how much semen spewed from his cock, hotly spurting across her cheek into her hair. She turned her lips to him, wanting it in her mouth, and he squirted stream after stream onto her face and into her open mouth. She'd never done this; rarely had she even swallowed, much less let a man cum all over her face and hair. She didn't care, though, and in fact loved it. It was what he wanted and needed, and all she cared about was fulfilling that need. When he was done, he took his cock in hand and rubbed it across her lips, and she kissed and licked it eagerly, tasting his semen. She was a mess; her face was literally dripping with cum, as it ran down her chin and cheek and dripped onto her breasts. He knelt down next to her, and to her total surprise, began kissing it off her face! He slowly and gently licked her face clean, lapping up his own cum from her cheek. This was incredible! She'd never expected this, and was totally aroused by it. Finally, when he'd gotten as much as he wanted—though nowhere near all of it—he looked at her, and leaned in to kiss her. His cum mingled in their mouths as she kissed him, shoving her tongue into his mouth to savor the taste of him. He was salty and strong, but not bitter...she loved the taste. He sucked in quickly, and pulled free, taking his cum with him. She was surprised and actually disappointed...she'd wanted to swallow his cum and then show him her empty mouth while he watched, knowing it would turn him on, and because she wanted to demonstrate her total willingness to please him and submit to his will. He put his hand in her hair, twisting it and pulling, guiding her head back. Debra leaned it back, looking at him and wondering what this was about. He leaned his face over hers, and opened his mouth slightly. She opened hers in response, and he dripped his come into her open mouth from his own. She quickly got the idea, and opened wide, catching it on her tongue and swirling it about with her mouth still open, letting him see her enjoy his semen. When she had it all, she savored it briefly, as she savored the lustful look on his face as he watched her tasting his seed. Finally, she swallowed loudly, and then showed him her open mouth, empty. This had to be the sexiest, most erotic thing she'd ever done, or heard of! She was conscious of his nearness, and his obvious lust for her, and now turned her thoughts to herself. She was soaked with wetness, and was aching with need...if he even touched her with his cock, she'd come instantly, she knew. He leaned back on his knees in front of her, he on the floor and she sitting on the bed still. "Turn over, and kneel on the edge" he said. She did as she was told, eagerly anticipating him taking her from behind. Doggie style was actually her favorite way of having sex, but she never admitted it. It just felt so dirty, in a way, and it was a turn on to offer herself that way and to give up any control. To her surprise, he didn't stand as she expected. Instead, and to her intense delight, he leaned in and slowly began licking and kissing the backs of her thighs. So, THIS was what he had in mind! She'd been eaten from behind once or twice, but found most guys didn't prefer it that way. Marco obviously did, and she knew that he would perform to her satisfaction. She spread her knees a bit more, and leaned down on her elbows, pushing her ass up to give him better access to her. He continued to kiss her legs, and her ass cheeks, straying close to her lips but never quite touching. It was maddening, the waiting! Finally, she realized he wanted her to ask for it...he wanted her to tell him what she wanted. It was just part of his way, like his telling her that he wanted to fuck her face or to take his pants off. She turned her head and said "Marco, baby, please put your tongue in me! I need to cum, baby, please, kiss my pussy (she shivered at this, having never said it before), eat me baby, and make me cum in your mouth!" At this, he growled his consent and put his hot, hot mouth on her wet pussy, slowly licking her from clit to taint. She moaned aloud, loving the feel of his hot breath, lips and tongue on her. She was soaking wet and getting wetter....she could feel it on her thighs, running down them toward her knees. Marco licked her lips, kissing her, before finally putting his hands on her ass. He placed his thumbs on the outside of her lips, and spread her open. She felt so deliciously bare, so open, and when he shoved his tongue in her, she screamed in delight. He slowly tongue-fucked her, paying her back for the mouth fuck she'd given him. She moaned in sheer delight, loving it as he licked and probed her. Debra was on the edge, shaking and quivering, her pussy literally dripping wet when he took her clit between his teeth, gently biting it while pressing his tongue to it. She came almost instantly, a hard, bullet-quick orgasm that shook her body from head to toe and resulted in a gushing of fluid from her opening. Marco moaned his approval, quickly covering her lips with his mouth, lapping up her cream as he did, kissing and sucking her to get it all up ('just like I swallowed all his cum', she thought in a haze). He pulled his tongue from her, and began licking her again, this time taking long, slow strokes from her clit, working up to her ass. He licked her slowly, wetting her with her own cum, and then to her arousal, he spat on her puckered anus. Debra squealed in surprise when his tongue touched her tight ring, and gasped aloud when he used his hands to spread her cheeks and open her hole. Plunging his tongue in her, he swirled it around her ass, teasing her with it and making her crazy, slowly forcing it deeper into her. This, too, was something she'd never done. She'd heard that it could be pleasurable (Linda in particular said it was great), but no man she'd been with had offered to do it...and she certainly wasn't going to ask. She'd have to tell Linda she'd been right, she thought. She squirmed, burying her face in the sheets, basking in the wonderful feel of his tongue in her anus and his hands on her cheeks. She reached back, rubbing her clit with her hand. She couldn't believe how turned on she was; she'd just come so hard her teeth hurt, and here she was, hotter and more ready than she'd ever been. Everybody Loves Raymond: Debra's Day Marco finally stopped, slipping his tongue from her and standing up. She turned immediately, desperate to feel him touching her again...she didn't care where or how, she just needed to feel his touch on her body. "Mrs. Barone", he said, staring down at her as she knelt on the bed facing him, "you are so beautiful. Do you know that? Do you know what a beautiful lady you are?" Debra smiled at him, knee-walking over to him and kissing his sweat-dampened chest. "No, I didn't know that, but it's sweet of you to say," she said. "Oh, but you are!" Marco exclaimed, with a surprisingly serious tone. "You just don't see yourself the way I do. Come; come with me, and I'll show you what I mean". He took her hand, helping her to stand. Curious, she went with him. He took her over to the dresser, and stood her in front of it, facing it. As he stood behind her (and she could feel his hard cock resting against her ass, driving her to complete distraction), he leaned his head down to her shoulders and pointed to the mirror. "You see, Mrs. Barone?" he said. "You see what I see?" Debra looked at herself in the mirror. What she saw was a relatively fit woman of 40, who was starting to sag in some places, but still looked a good five years younger than she was. She would never have a "six pack" the way some of those young girls at the gym did, but she had a flat stomach, nice breasts (a bit sagging with age, but they were breasts who'd fed three children in their time), shapely legs, and a pretty if unremarkable face...a face now plastered on one side with the semen of a man less than half her age, but still a pretty one. But there was something different today, something hard to define. The only thing she could think of was that she saw herself expressing something she'd never seen on her own face...desire. She looked hotter than normal, because she was hotter than normal. She was burning with sexual need and hunger, and even know was aching for Marco to bend her over and fuck her brains out. That desire made her look ten years younger, and oh-so sexy. She reached up and caressed the side of Marco's face, her gesture saying everything she needed to. He turned her around, and bent to kiss her, his hands on her breasts, thumbs caressing her rock-hard nipples. Her need flared again, and she boldly reached between his legs, grasping his still hard cock in her hand, stroking it and pressing her belly against it. It was hot; she could swear it would burn a brand in her if she wasn't careful, it felt so hot. Marco continued kissing her hungrily, and whispered to her. "What do you want, Mrs. Barone", he asked. "What does your body want, right this minute?" Again, Debra knew what he wanted...he wanted her to tell him what she wanted him to do. Normally, she'd never stoop to such a level; it was demeaning, and degrading to do so. But she wasn't normal right now...he had her so hot, so horny and desperate for his attention that there was literally nothing she wouldn't do to please him, and to have him make her cum again and again, until she couldn't anymore. "I want you to take me now, Marco" she said, kissing him between the words. "I want you to take me, to fuck me, and make me cum again. I want your cock inside me, deep inside me". He nodded, smiling slightly, reaching his hand around and between her legs from behind. She could feel his fingers lightly touching her swollen, sodden vagina, and she suddenly had to have him. "Beg for me", he said. "Beg for me to give you what you want". Part of her mind—a very distant, quiet part—rebelled at this idea. She'd never begged for anything from anyone, but right now, her body had taken over her mind completely, and without hesitation she dropped to her knees in front of him. She kissed his cock, and held it to her cheek as she caressed his heavy balls. "Please, Marco" she said, "Please fuck me, take me, make me come on your cock. I'll do anything you want, just please fuck me and give me your cum again! I need this hot cock inside me, fucking me, pounding me like a whore!" He bent and lifted her up, and kissed her savagely, his teeth clicking against hers as he drove his tongue right past hers and down her throat. She kissed him right back, ready to explode she was so turned on. He pushed her down on the bed, and, spreading her legs, got between them. She pulled her legs back, still begging him to take her, and fuck her. He leaned over her, his hands planted next to her shoulders, and slowly maneuvered his cock to her lips. At the first touch, she gasped aloud in ecstasy and threw her head back. He pushed forward, driving the first half of his cock into her before pulling it out part way. "Oh, God, hurry up and fuck me!" she screamed, grabbing at his hips and ass, pulling him into her. He thrust forward quickly, and she screamed again, this time in sheer delight. She could feel ever bit of his 8 inches buried more deeply in her than anything she'd experienced, and she was in heaven over it. Marco apparently agreed, and with no ceremony he began to drive in and out of her, as hard as he could. Debra gasped and moaned as he took her, pulling his cock almost completely out before slamming it home, his balls slapping against her ass as he pistoned in and out of her. Had she ever really been fucked before? Had she? She didn't think so; not like this. He was pulling all but the very tip of his cock out of her and driving it back in, ball deep, with every stroke...and he was doing it at a speed which amazed her. Being fucked was, she realized, a totally knew experience for her, and one she was loving every bit of. Her entire being was centered around her pussy, and all she could feel was his cock inside her, touching her every nerve and setting her on fire. She moaned aloud, repeating a litany of "oh, God, oh fuck" as he pounded into her. She was dimly aware of the sound of his firm, flat stomach slapping into her own, the grunts he made as he drove himself into her, and that she was bound to be sore the next day; no one had ever stuck anything this big inside her, and certainly not with such force. She came again and again, loosing count of her orgasms as he fucked her, never wavering in his rhythm, never showing any sign of fatigue. After what could have been minutes or hours, she finally started back down from her high, and looked up at him. He was sweating, and she could tell he was getting close. She wrapped her legs around him, and looking in his eyes said "Come for me, Marco, cum in me, fill me with that hot cum!" He groaned at this and speeding up even more (she would never have believed he could), he began slamming into her so hard they were moving across the bed. "Fuck me, yes!" she screamed as she gripped his ass, pulling him to her as hard as she could, digging her nails into his flesh. "Fuck me and cum in me, please, cum in me now, I need it, I need to feel you fill me with your cum, cum in me!" With a bellow, Marco thrust forward one last time, impaling her on his rock-hard cock. And, in another first—a glorious, wonderful, mind-blowing first—Debra felt him cum in her, his semen exploding deep inside her. She'd never actually felt it when a man came in her, other than maybe a twitch in his cock. But this, she felt; she could feel a bloom of heat in her belly as he came, pouring what felt like a cup of hot semen in her. She panted, still moaning "yes, oh God yes" as he collapsed on her, spent...for the moment, anyway. Slowly regaining control of herself, Debra finally was able to feel something other than Marco's gorgeous cock in her. She became aware that her legs, though strong and toned enough for someone her age, were shaking with exertion. Her hands were tightly balled up at her sides, and she was breathing like she'd just run a race. She could also feel Marco's cock softening in her, but even so, she still felt pleasantly, delightfully full. She could feel his sweat-covered body against hers, her hard nipples against his chest, and his balls resting against her ass. She could also feel how wet the sheets were under her; Lord knew how many times she'd cum, though she'd lost count at five. Marco was still breathing hard, but was clearly recovering and not finished yet...not totally exhausted like Ray would have been. He pulled out of her, leaving her feeling stretched and empty, and his semen poured out of her pussy onto the bed. In yet another incredibly sexy, erotic move, he bent to kiss her on her pussy lips, once, twice, just tasting her and the mingled flavor of both his own semen and her creamy secretions. He licked her gently, his tongue just penetrating her, before moving up her body and kissing her gently, pushing his tongue into her mouth and sharing their combined tastes—a musky, salty but not unpleasant combination. She loved the taste, and sucked his tongue, getting as much of it as she could from his mouth. Finally, Marco rolled off of her and turned her on her side as he lay behind her, spooning her with his arms around her. She could feel his cock and pubic hair pressed against her ass, and he was soaked with her wetness. His damp, sweaty chest pressed to her back, he kissed her ear, and tenderly stroked her stomach with his free hand. Her inner thighs were wet to the knees, and she relished the nasty sensation of her slipping against each other as she lay there. "So, Mrs. Barone, was that what you wanted?" he asked. "God yes, Marco," she replied, still panting. "That was unbelievable. I've never had sex like that before, ever. You hit everything just right!" "Well, I'm glad you liked it," he said. "But, we aren't done quite yet...oh no, not yet", he said. 'My God,' Debra thought to herself, 'what more can this kid do? He's already cum buckets in me (and on me), how much more can he have?' But she remembered those balls, how heavy they'd seemed, how big they were. 'Probably a lot more,' she thought. And, in truth, she herself was quite ready for more. She couldn't remember ever being this aroused for this long, and she meant to take advantage of it. She was fully aware that Marco was using her (and she was loving the feeling), but she was using him, too...and she wasn't done, not yet. "Oh, so we're not done, huh?" She said, turning onto her back and looking up at him as he rested his head on his elbow. "What exactly do you have in mind?" "Well, Mrs. Barone" he began, "you really seemed to like it when I licked and tongued your ass. Have you ever tried making love that way?" he asked. Debra was a bit shocked at this. She wanted him in her again; she needed it, in fact. But she'd figured to ride him this time, or let him take her from behind. She was frankly afraid of his cock in her ass...as big as he was, she wasn't sure she could take him there. She'd never tried it before, and was nervous about it. But, she was also totally fixated on him, and would do anything this sex, hot young man wanted her to do so long as he kept looking at her the way he did and pleasuring her as he was. "No, I haven't", she replied, fearful that she'd upset him. "Ah, a virgin!" he said. "Never fear...I can make it painless, and you'll enjoy it, believe me" he promised. She DID believe him; if it was about sex, she believed him. "Okay", she said. "What do we do?" "Well", he said, sitting up and leaning back on the headboard, "first, lay across my lap, with your bottom pointed up" he said. She did, keenly aware of her vulnerability in this position, but also aware that his cock was once again rock hard and pressed into her stomach. "Now, relax" he said. "I'm just going to get you ready for me, and for that, we need to loosen you up". He reached between her legs (which she quickly opened for him), and stroked her soaked pussy, slipping first one and then two fingers gently in and out of her. He trailed them up to her ass, moistening her puckered ring with a mixture of her own wetness and his spent semen. He worked a finger into her, up to the first knuckle. She forced herself to relax; she was sure this would be wonderful, if she could just relax and let him have his way with her. He began working his finger into her ass, taking his time, probing her, twirling it, and slowly pushing it more deeply inside. She liked it; it was different than with her pussy, but still very pleasurable...a sort of full feeling she hadn't quite had before. He spat on her ring every few minutes, keeping her wet and lubricated as he worked on her. Finally, when he judged her ready, he slipped in the second finger, again just working around her anus, moving in circles, helping to loosen her sphincter up. After a half an hour of this (he was patient, that she had to give him), he slowly and gently pushed both fingers into her as far as he could, and began to finger fuck her. Slowly at first, then with increasing speed, he pulled and twisted his fingers in and out of her, turning them as he stroked in and out, further relaxing and widening her opening. She was loving it, and wanted more, so she reached back and put her hands on her cheeks, spreading them as wide as she was able, opening up for him. Finally he asked her "Are you ready, Mrs. Barone?" to which she simply nodded, not trusting herself to speak. He left his fingers in her as he worked up from under her. She helped, lifting off of him and trying to keep his fingers in her. Finally he was out, and she lay flat on her stomach, his finger still buried in her ass as she held her cheeks open for him. "Now, just relax", he said. He knelt over her, and she could feel him positioning himself to enter her. He slipped his fingers from her, and she heard him spit on his hand as he lubricated his cock. Then, he leaned over her as she lay flat, and slowly pressed the head of his cock against her tight ring. It was bigger than his fingers, and try as she might, she couldn't relax quite enough to take him in. "Spread your cheeks wider", he said, as he pushed against her. It hurt, at first, and then, quickly and without much pain, his head popped into her ring. She groaned in pleasure, loving the feel of his cock in her. He slowly began to move in and out of her, pushing it in just a little bit more at a time, until he was about halfway in. Debra's nerves were screaming; this was unlike any other sex she'd had, and she wondered why the hell she'd never tried it before. Moaning, unable to talk, she reached back and up, grabbing at his hips, pulling him down and urging him to go deeper. With a groan he pushed forward in one long, steady forward thrust, slipping his last four inches into her, until he was buried in her as far as he could go. Debra felt incredibly full, as if his cock had replaced her insides. She could feel his wet balls on her pussy, and she wanted him to fuck her. "Oh, Marco, fuck my ass, baby", she said. "Fuck me hard, pound me like you did before, cum in my ass, baby!" Needing no second bidding, Marco started to move in and out of her slowly at first, but with increasing speed. Before long, he was pounding in and out of her ass just as he had her pussy earlier, with those long, complete strokes that took his cock nearly completely out of her before diving ball-deep right back in again. Debra was lost in a world-shattering mix of pain and pleasure as he took her. He'd been wrong about the pain...there was pain, yes, but she loved it...the pain made her alive, made it sexier and more pleasurable in some way. She came almost immediately, and cried out in pleasure as he drove in and out of her ass. How had she lived without this? Had she known how this felt, she'd have done it years ago! She deliberately tightened up on his cock, making him groan loudly as he continued to thrust deeply into her ass, battering away at her as hard as he could. After several minutes of relentless pounding, Marco bellowed "Oh, Mrs. Barone, I'm going to cum!", and she cried out in pleasure. "Oh, yes, that's it Marco! Cum in my ass! Fuck me and cum in me!" She yelled, loving the nasty feeling it gave her to beg for a man to cum in her ass, and also knowing how it would turn him on. She bucked beneath him, cumming again as she arched her ass up towards him, urging him to push more deeply into her as she once again grabbed her own ass and spread it wide for him. Marco groaned and as his whole body shook, she felt him thrust forward one last time before spilling his come inside her. As before, she actually felt it; a bloom of warmth deep in her bowels, growing as his cock twitched and spat his semen into her. He thrust forward again a few more times, easily, just out of instinct. She could feel his semen slopping around his cock and her asshole, and she groaned appreciatively at the sensation...it felt nasty, and she loved it. Finally, he stopped, and pulled out of her, making her feel stretched and vaguely loose, as if he'd permanently damaged her sphincter in someway. She didn't care, though, and only lay there basking in the afterglow of these last two orgasms, both stronger than any so far...and he'd given her the strongest she'd ever had. She could feel his cum leaking from her ass ('The bed must be a mess', she thought), and pouring down to flow over already cum-soaked pussy before dripping into a puddle on the bed as he lay atop her, panting and kissing her neck from behind. He flipped on his back, and she lay her head on his stomach, stroking his well-muscled thigh and looking lovingly at his cock. Finally, the thing was shrinking up...he'd finally had enough, and was spent for now. After three huge orgasms and what looked to be a pint of semen, she wasn't surprised. She cupped his sopping wet balls in her hand, caressing them gently and realizing there was one, last, incredibly sexy thing she could do for him. She knew he'd never demand this of her, and that made it all the more important that she do it. "You're a mess", she said. He simply grunted in return, stroking her hair. She moved down, and took his flagging cock in her mouth, gently sucking and licking it clean. She could taste the now familiar flavor of his semen, and under it, a somewhat peaty taste that was new to her. 'That's your ASS you taste', she thought to herself, 'it's your ass your tasting on his cock, just like he tasted when he tongued you there'. She continued to suck and lick him clean for a minute or so as he ran his hand through her hair, and the last thing she heard before she drifted off in an exhausted slumber, his cock still in her hand, was him telling her how beautiful she was.... Saturday Morning, Again ...and that was all she remembered. He must have left shortly after she fell asleep. She sighed as she soaked in the tub, still sore from his efforts last night. She really didn't know what to do. Certainly she could never see him again; that wouldn't be right. She was grateful for what he'd done...he'd made her feel like a woman again, like a sexy, desirable woman instead of a tired housewife who's chief joy was a weekend alone. But for all of that, she was still ashamed of herself for how wantonly she'd acted, how totally she'd submitted to him. Debra had no doubt that she'd have done anything else he'd asked last night, no matter what it was. She'd have fucked him anywhere; on the lawn, in a public restroom, a dressing room...anywhere. She'd just been so hot for him that she'd been completely and utterly out of control, and that was why she couldn't risk seeing him again. Debra didn't know why, but she had needed to submit to Marco, needed to let herself go and do every nasty, degrading but incredible sexy thing he'd demanded of her. The more he'd demanded, the sexier she'd found him and the hotter she'd become. It was just so unlike her! Blushing furiously, she remembered that even after he'd buried the entire long, long length of his cock in her ass that she had eagerly and gladly sucked him clean...sucked off a mix of his sweat, semen and her own shit, cleaning him with her tongue (and enjoying every bit of it) until there was nothing left to clean. What kind of hold did he have on her that would make her do that? If she'd do that, she knew she could never resist him. No, she knew her limits; she could no more quit fucking him than she could quit smoking, a reason she'd never started. Everybody Loves Raymond: Girls Night In (fictional story about fictional characters) Debra Barone had been looking forward to today, and it just got better. Hers, Frank and Marie, had taken the twins, Michael and Geoffrey, and her daughter Ally to Playland for the day; and Marie had just called to inform her that the kids were so tired that they were just going to sleep at her house that night. It was only across the street; but they were already asleep and Ray wasn't home to carry them over. Ray, Debra's husband, was fulfilling a birthday promise by taking his brother Robert to a Mets away game in Philadelphia. Ray had, of course, fought it every step of the way; but a promise was a promise. Besides, the alternative had been to take Robert fishing; and Ray would do anything to avoid being alone in a boat with just Robert, soda, and a can of peaches (how the hell they had come up with that combo; Debra could never guess). It wasn't costing him much anyway; Ray had wrangled free tickets from a fellow sportswriter. They were driving down and staying overnight. From the way they had talked; both Ray and Robert were looking forward to an authentic Philly Cheese Steak sandwich from "Geno's"; more than they were anticipating the game. Debra thought to herself, "at least I won't have to put up with his gas tonight...he's Robert's problem." So not only had Debra had the whole day to herself; now she had a completely open evening and night...this didn't happen often. She contemplated just relaxing in a hot bubble bath and doing some reading; but decided instead to invite her two best friends; Amy and Stephania; over for a "girls' night." She punched their numbers from memory; and happily, both thought her brainstorm was an exceptional idea. They both assured her they would bring wine; and Stephania, whose father had acquired "Nemo's Pizza," had plenty of access to cheese and hors d'oeuvres. It was agreed that they would make it an old-fashioned girls slumber party and sleep over. Stephania, being a native of Italy, was not quite sure about the slumber party concept; so they just told her to bring something comfy to sleep in. As soon as she hung up the phone, Debra went blissfully up the stairs to change into her pajamas. She decided on the really comfy, flannel ones that Ray hated. He always told her that when he saw her coming to bed wearing those; he knew he had no chance. She was so happy with anticipation that she felt like a little girl again, as she changed. To achieve maximum comfort; Debra elected to go without underwear completely. It was just going to be her and her best friends; it didn't matter if she let "Barnes & Noble" swing free. That was the nickname Ray had given her magnificent breasts after the twins were born. When pregnant, they had ballooned to an impressive 38D , and had retained that enviable size even after nursing. She had to admit; she was proud of her breasts. Sure, they sagged against her chest slightly; but they had been "working" breasts. As she changed, she couldn't resist hefting them in her hands; cupping them and caressing her nipples. She stopped herself before getting too carried away; and finished dressing...deciding there was no need for panties either. As she waited in the living room for her friends to arrive; Debra couldn't help but be somewhat amazed that the trio had become such close friends. She guessed it was logical that she was best friends with Amy; they had been friends even before Amy began dating Robert. Actually, it was Debra who had introduced them. But it was unexpected that Stephania had become their "Third Musketeer." Robert had met Stephania when Marie had treated the entire family to a trip to Italy. It was during one of the time periods when he and Amy had broken up (Debra had lost track of how many break-ups and reconciliation's they had); and Robert had been immediately attracted to her. And what man wouldn't be; she was absolutely gorgeous. Tall; long shapely legs; long, wavy hair; perfect facial features; and what appeared to be extraordinary breasts...heck; Debra was attracted to her. After leaving her in Italy; Robert had gotten back with Amy; only to break up again. He had gotten so depressed that Marie had flown Stephania to America to cheer him up. But, as usual, Robert had screwed things up and had dumped Stephania because he found her to be "annoying." Amy had eventually taken him back again; and Stephania and her father had stayed in the country and bought "Nemo's." Somehow; Stephania ; Amy; and Debra had become best of friends. She had just descended the stairs into the living room when she heard the back door open; and the happy sound of her best friends giggling in the kitchen. As she entered the room, she greeted Amy and Stephania with warm hugs. Actually , Debra was the only one hugging because the other two had paper bags in each hand; which she assumed contained their pajamas, toothbrushes and whatever else overnight supplies they needed. One bag was rather large and rattled when Stephania put it down on the table; so it was pretty obvious that it contained their beverages for the evening. Amy placed another large bag on the table; opened it; and produced a prepared plate containing all types of cheeses and crackers. "A gift from my father; he said to have a good time," stated Stephania. She then noticed Debra's pajamas; got a dismayed look on her face; opened her small bag and produced a skimpy, black-lace teddy. "I a-must-a got the wrong-a idea," she explained, "we no-a have slumber parties in Italy." Debra loved listening to her accent; but Stephania had gotten such a despaired look on her face that Debra swiftly hugged her again and said, "this is no problem; you are about the same height as Ray...I'll just get a pair of his pajamas for you." This time Stephania, her arms free, hugged Debra back and thanked her profusely. Debra motioned for them to follow her as she explained, "let's get you two upstairs where you can change and get comfy. I don't know about you, but I can't wait to sample this wine." They wholeheartedly agreed and climbed the stairs behind Debra; ending up in her bedroom. As Debra searched a drawer for a fresh pair of Ray's pajamas; Stephania,not shy in the least, wasted no time in stripping off her clothes. Debra turned to her with the pajamas, as Stephania was unclasping her bra and asked her if she wanted the other two to leave the room while she changed. As her bra straps fell down her arms, freeing the most magnificent breasts Debra had ever seen, Stephania just laughed, "oh no Debra; in Italy we are-a proud of our bodies...no matter what they-a look like." Debra tried not to stare; but Stephania was truly spectacular. Her firm breasts jutted proudly straight out from her chest, without the slightest trace of a sag. They must have been about 38C, and Debra thought to herself that those nipples could poke your eye out. Taking this all in, Amy threw up her hands and said, "what the heck," as she raised her blouse over her head and threw it on the bed. She un-snapped her plain white bra and let it fall from her shoulders; trying to pretend she was not self-conscious in front of her friends. Debra thought that Amy's breasts were perfect hand-fulls; about 36B, and perfectly round. Her areola were a much lighter pink than Stephania's. Stephania hastily lowered her slacks over her impossibly long legs and shoved her lace panties off her feet revealing her totally shaved pussy. Debra couldn't help notice that her pussy lips were very prominent; they must have been an inch long. Amy , meanwhile, was attempting to overcome her embarrassment, by lowering her slacks and panties all in one motion. She had a very well trimmed bush of dark blond hair, covering what Debra thought were very puffy lips. Debra, realizing she was staring at her friends nude bodies; handed Stephania the pajamas; and sat on the edge of the bed while they finished dressing. She noticed that neither one had opted to wear any underwear; almost like they knew she had skipped that part of her wardrobe. She reasoned that they had certainly noticed "Barnes & Noble" bobing around inside her pajama top when she walked. As soon as everyone was dressed; and Ray's pajamas fit Stephania like they were made for her; they all padded back downstairs barefoot. They ripped the cover off the cheese-plate; retrieved wine glasses from the cupboard; and brought four full bottles of wine into the living room, where they unceremoniously plopped down on the roomy sofa. Over the next couple of hours, they behaved like high school girls; giggling and drinking wine while telling stories of past boyfriends and lovers. Amy , of course, had never had a lover, so she just listened intently to their sex stories. They took turns having the others paint their toenails, and braid their hair. Amy had a real knack with the nails; painting tiny flowers on the others feet. As the evening neared midnight, Debra poured each one another glass of wine, this one a cabernet, ands realized the fourth bottle was empty. When she got up to retrieve an additional bottle from the kitchen; she found herself slightly dizzy and walked serpentine to the refrigerator. When she returned with the beverage; Amy had tuned the TV to one of the premium channels that featured soft-porn, this time of night. She and Stephania were "oooing" and "ahhhing" while watching two very well-endowed girls make-out. Debra noticed that even their mock expressions were slurred. She wondered if they were having as difficult a time functioning as she was They all sipped at another glass of wine as the scene on the screen changed to one of the girls working as a stripper. As the girl on the screen systematically lost her clothes; Stephania stood and declared,"I-a can-a do better than that," as she began to unbutton Ray's pajama top. To the accompaniment of the television's music; she proceeded to shimmy her voluptuous body as she completely unfastened the buttons; let the sleeves slide down her arms; pulled them off her hands; and twirled the top over her head. Her magnificent breasts were so firm that they hardly jiggled as she swayed her hips in time with the music. Debra was amazed at her talent as she exclaimed, " I think you have found your calling, Stephania; you are really talented." Stephania motioned for them to get up, saying, "come on up here you-a-two; let us do this together." Amy continued to stare at Stephania's beautiful tits swaying, as she shakily arose; had difficulty standing; and shoved a chair back out of the way. Debra also felt almost hypnotized by Stephania's undulating breasts; as she stood and moved the coffee table out of their way. The over-indulgence in wine was definitely affecting their equilibrium as Amy and Debra mimicked Stephania's movements; unbuttoning and removing their pajama tops. The music on the TV had long since stopped; but they had their own internal beat now. Debra flung her top somewhere behind the TV and her wonderful tits began to flop around on her chest like huge mounds of gelatin. Amy was using her pajama top like she was toweling off her back after a shower; and her "hand-fulls" were bouncing delightfully back and forth. "You-a have-a nice chest, Debra," complimented Stephania; as Debra blushed, and felt her nipples harden. " I-a can not believe you-a have three children." " Yes, Deb, those are amazing," echoed Amy. As the trio continued to shimmy and sway; the exercise caused the alcohol to circulate freely through their veins; and they were having some difficulty keeping their footing. The TV had advanced to another strip scene, and the music spurred Stephania to continue her strip. She hooked her thumbs into her elastic waistband; eased the bottoms down and over her totally firm buttocks; and let the pants fall to the floor before using her left foot to kick them free. She was totally free from self-consciousness; and Debra thought it had nothing to do with the fact they had already seen her naked that evening. With a body like hers; why would she be self-conscious. Amy, totally inebriated, followed Stephania's lead and dropped her bottoms to the floor. Not wanting to be left out; Debra wiggled her hips to the beat as she let her pajama bottoms fall away. Debra had forgotten that they had not seen her naked before, until Amy pointed to her crotch and complimented her, " hey, nice patch Deb." After the twins birth, she had kept her pubic area shaved except for a small, narrow "landing strip" of bright red hair just above her slit. Debra kept stealing glances of Stephania's magnificent body, and realized she was getting turned on at the sight. The scene on the TV had changed to reveal the two female leads gyrating around together on a bed. The three nude women danced a little longer and then flopped down on the couch together; not so much from exhaustion; but from light-headedness. Despite their obvious state; they all reached for another glass of wine as they watched the lesbian action on the screen. Stephania, seated beside Debra, who was in the middle, nonchalantly reached over; cupped Debra's breasts in her hands; and declared, " your-a chest is-a much nicer than on the TV." If she hadn't been under the influence of more than a bottle of wine, Debra might have been more shocked; but a shiver of excitement coursed through her body as Stephania continued to knead her tits. Her nipples immediately grew to the size of gumdrops, as Stephania pinched them between her fingers. "Oh I agree, Deb," nodded Amy, "and I am fascinated by your patch;" as she traced Debra's "landing strip" with her forefinger. Debra could feel a drop of fluid leak out of her slit as Amy's finger trailed down her crotch to her pussy lips, and she almost unconsciously spread her legs, giving Amy access. She knew they were all drunk; but the thought of shy, "mousy" Amy fingering her pussy, turned Debra on even more. As she looked down, watching Stephania's long fingers massaging her tits; and Amy's finger spreading her leaking fluid all around her pussy mound, she was surprised when Stephania leaned over; planted her lips on Debra's and snaked her tongue completely into her mouth. Like an involuntary reflex, Debra returned Stephania's passionate kiss; reached her left hand up to run her fingers through the hair on the back of Stephania's head,and pulled her closer. As she placed her right hand fully on Stephania's magnificent breast; Debra felt them both shiver with excitement. She could not believe how firm Stephania's tit was. She had imagined that breasts with implants would be this firm; but she knew Stephania was all natural woman. As she tweaked her nipple between her thumb and forefinger; Debra thought that it must be three-quarters of an inch long. As she and Stephania continued to explore each others mouth; Debra felt Amy slide, what had to have been at least, two fingers into her pussy. Stephania broke their kiss, and immediately attached her pouty lips to Debra's left nipple. Amy, meanwhile, was using her other hand to manipulate Debra's, now fully engorged, clit. Stephania bit down on her nipple, as Amy tweaked her nub; and Debra shuddered as she squirted her cum all over one of Marie's afghans, which was covering the sofa. She seemed to orgasm in waves as Amy was now jamming three fingers into her cunt. Debra leaned back on the couch; her legs splayed obscenely apart, trying to catch her breath. Stephania slid onto the floor; kneeled between Debra's legs; and declared, " this is-a no time to relax; we-a not done with you-a yet. " Amy had withdrawn her fingers from Debra's pussy and was now licking them, one by one; and joined Stephania on the floor. Stephania winked at Amy, and reached over to the coffee table to grasp one of the long-necked wine bottles. Amy immediately knew what to do, as she used both her thumbs to spread Debra's pussy lips apart. Debra looked down as Stephania nudged the tip of the green bottle into her slit; twirled it around to coat it with her slippery juices; and then steadily slid it up inside her cunt; stopping when the thickest part of the bottle would not fit any farther. "Oh my God that feels good," screamed Debra as Stephania began fucking her with the bottle. Stephania replied, " this is-a how Italian women have a slumber party." As she continued to jam the wine bottle into Debra's spread hole; Stephania reached over and took Amy's entire right breast into her free hand; and played with it like it was 'Play-Dough." Amy, responding, leaned forward and began to kiss Stephania's perfectly conical breasts. Debra leaned back; slumped a little lower on the sofa, pushing her pubic bone against Stephania's thrusts; and began to massage her own breasts. Stephania, feeling Debra's pressure, tried to force more of the bottle inside her. She was actually stretching Debra's cunt so wide that about three inches of the fat, main part of the bottle was inside her, when it reached her uterus and abruptly stopped. Stephania twirled the bottle around inside her, and fucked her with the fat part as Debra shrieked, " Jeeesusss...fuck me hard." And Stephania did just that, and Amy redirected her attention to Debra's clit; as she squeezed the nub between her fingers. For the second time that evening, Debra's body shook and convulsed, as her juices dripped down between her ass cheeks and, this time, wet the floor, because her ass hung off the edge of the sofa cushion. Stephania withdrew the bottle; licked the entire length of it, tasting Debra; and she and Amy again joined Debra on the sofa. "Thank you so much," croaked a breathless Debra, "now it's your turn; both of you." She knew they were all still thirsty so she drunkenly stumbled to the kitchen; her pussy still tingling from the assault it had just taken. She used a dish towel to wipe the fluid running down her legs; and checked for more wine. Finding none, she grabbed three bottles of Ginger Ale from the refrigerator; and just before closing it, on a whim, selected several other items that caught her fancy. Returning to the sofa, the others laughed when they saw the objects in her hands. As they sipped on the Ginger Ale; Debra spread her treasures out on the coffee table: a fourteen inch long pepperoni stick, still wrapped in plastic; a can of aerosol whipped-cream;a bottle of olive oil; and a long,very thick, cucumber. Stephania studied the collection and wagged her finger at Debra saying, " oh, you-a are a naughty girl." Debra slid off the sofa and positioned herself between Stephania's incredibly long legs; nudging them apart even farther. Amy grabbed the can of whipped-cream; shook it vigorously; and sprayed circles of white cream around Stephania's absolutely perfect tits. Amy leaned in and began gently licking the cream off her right breast, sucking her elongated nipple completely into her mouth. Debra, crawling up Stephania's legs; used her thumbs to spread her unbelievably long pussy lips against her wide-spread thighs. She paused; breathing in Stephania's musky scent and just stared at her pink slit. Debra thought her pussy lips spread wide, resembled a large butterfly; and she wondered if a woman's pussy was like a fingerprint: no two were exactly the same. Amy was busy licking Stephania's tits clean; as Debra leaned into her crotch; stuck out her tongue; and just lightly lapped the insides of her spread pussy lips. " So this is what cunt tastes like," she thought to herself, "I like it." Out of the corner of her eye she caught sight of a Ginger Ale bottle; and it gave her a mischievous idea. Debra grasped the bottle tight and shook it; holding her thumb over the opening. She then swiftly inserted the tip of the bottle inside Stephania's slit, and released her thumb. As the Ginger Ale squirted forcibly into Stephania; it caught her completely off guard, as she had been watching Amy give her breasts a tongue-bath; and she yelled, " holy shit...what-a you-a do!" Everybody Loves Raymond: Girls Night In As the bottle quit spraying; Debra replaced the bottle tip with her tongue; and she began to drink and slurp the Ginger Ale, mixed with Stephania's juices, as it poured out of her cunt. Stephania reacted, "oh Debra, that-a feels so-a nice." Amy began to kiss Stephania; sharing the whipped-cream that was still on her lips; and their tongues played with each other. Debra inserted two fingers on her right hand into Stephania's pussy, and began working them around inside; spreading them apart and scraping the sides of her tunnel. She added a third, and then a forth finger; as Stephania squirmed on the sofa. Amy began to tweak both Stephania's perky nipples, as they both watched Debra finger her pussy. Debra, knowing that Stephania's pussy had easily stretched to accept four fingers; cupped all five fingers together, and gently, but forcefully, thrust her entire hand up into her cunt. Stephania moaned loudly as Debra began to fist her pussy; going wrist deep inside her. Debra began to expand her fingers and tickle Stephania's "g-spot" from inside her cunt; as Amy munched on her rock-hard nipples. Stephania's body stiffened, then jerked hard, as she screamed, " mama mia, holy shit," and her cum flooded out of her pussy; giving Marie's afghan another soaking. Debra thought to herself, "that blanket is going to need a good washing," as she slowly withdrew her fist from Stephania's wide-stretched cunt. Stephania threw herself back against the sofa from exhaustion, as Amy leaned against her; laying her head on the natural cushions on Stephania's chest. Debra stuck each finger in her mouth and sucked; like she was licking the excess barbeque sauce from ribs; and savored Stephania's taste. Still kneeling between Stephania's splayed legs; she thought her still wide spread hole resembled a train tunnel: large, round, dark and moist with her juices. As Debra joined them on the sofa; she put her arms around Amy's naked body; hugged her tenderly and whispered, "don't get too comfortable young lady; it's your turn. We both know you're not a total virgin." "It's true," Amy blushed, "although I've never enjoyed a man...I have practiced for the occasion." Stephania asked, " you-a mean that you and Roberto never...." "No," Amy interrupted, "he was a perfect gentleman. We decided to wait until we were sure where our relationship was headed." "I almost a-ripped his clothes off, and he a-still didn't touch-a me," Stephania admitted, " I a-was starting to a-think he was...how you say...a-gay." The trio looked at each other, and burst out laughing...the kind of hearty, boundless, seemingly endless laughter that can only emanate from someone who has had too much to drink. As the laughter subsided, Debra and Stephania leaned into Amy, who was seated between them, and each took one of her completely rigid nipples in their mouths, and nibbled. They each slid a hand down to caress her creamy thighs; and traced her puffy mound with their forefingers, as they searched for her slit. It wasn't difficult to find, as a steady drip of her juices was seeping out and, once again, soaking Marie's blanket. The more they tickled the sparse fuzz between her legs; the lower Amy slumped on the sofa, until her ass was completely off the edge of the cushion. As if by telepathy, they simultaneously slid a forefinger inside Amy's juicy cunt; causing her to moan, "oh sweet Jesus that feels good." They bit down on her sensitive nipples; each adding a second finger inside her pussy; and Amy shuddered violently as her cum gushed from her hole and dribbled down between her ass cheeks. Debra immediately withdrew her fingers and slid to the floor between Amy's legs. She proceeded to lap up every drop she could gather. She drew her tongue all the way up between Amy's round little ass cheeks, to the bottom of her slit, trying to catch every precious drop. She dipped it into Amy and actually drank from her pussy. As Debra gazed between Amy's thighs, she thought, " yep, just as I thought...every woman's pussy is unique; just like a fingerprint." She reached for the pepperoni stick and the bottle of olive oil; as Amy and Stephania played tongue tag. Using Marie's afghan as a towel, she spread olive oil the entire length of the stick; and applied the residue on her hands to Amy's anus; which was completely off the edge of the cushion. She requested Amy, "could you please raise up just a little; I want you to try something." Amy saw the oily stick ;felt Debra's hand massaging her cheeks and her eyes flew open wide as she protested, " oh I don't think so Deb...I've never...." Stephania cut in, " oh Amy, you like." Amy surrendered, "I'm in your hands...literally." Stephania slid to the floor, joining Debra between Amy's legs; and gently parted Amy's perfectly round cheeks. Debra nudged the tip of the oily stick against Amy's anus; and slowly pushed forward, sliding it past her ass hole. She continued pushing until about six inches were in Amy's ass; looked up anxiously; and inquired if Amy was OK. A slight moan, and the smile on Amy's face was all the answer she needed. Debra left about eight inches of the pepperoni still protruding from Amy's quivering ass; grabbed the fat cucumber, and coated it with olive oil. She dug her fingernails deeply into one end of the cucumber to grip it; while Stephania quickly spread Amy's pussy lips. As Debra poised the tip of the cucumber at Amy's slit; she paused to marvel that Amy's cunt was a completely different shade of pink than Stephania's. Debra prodded the tip of the cucumber against Amy's slit; wedging it between her lips; and then forcefully pushed it up inside Amy's cunt until the entire vegetable was buried in her belly. It was a good thing she had embedded her fingernails in the green dildo; because it was incredibly slippery, and she would have lost it up inside Amy's hole. Debra, one in each hand, very slowly withdrew the stick and the cucumber; enjoying the creamy white liquid now coating the cuke. She twirled the objects as she forcefully slid them up inside Amy again; and Stephania reached both hands up and tweaked Amy's engorged nipples. Amy convulsed violently and screamed, "God almighty...fuck me Deb, fuck me!" Stephania took over the pepperoni and she and Debra commenced to jam the objects into Amy's battered holes. Maybe Amy had never been with a man; but she was now being double-penetrated by her two best friends. Amy braced her bare feet on the floor as they continued to violently fuck her holes. She didn't think that anything in the world could possibly feel any better...well maybe two actual cocks; but she was pretty sure she would never know about that. She could feel the two objects almost rubbing together inside her belly. They were shoving the stick and cucumber up into her with increasing force and speed causing her almost constant orgasms. Debra had reached her free hand up and was pinching Amy's swollen clit between her fingers. Amy's cunt absolutely exploded; as her cum shot out all over Debra's wrist. Amy's body suddenly went limp, and she melted into the sofa cushions; totally spent and exhausted. As Stephania extracted the pepperoni and tossed it on the floor; Debra withdrew the huge vegetable from Amy's now wide hole; and sat back on the rug with her legs spread. She looked at the slippery cucumber still attached to her fingernails; had an immediate brainstorm; and without hesitation, rammed the green dildo up inside her own cunt. "Holy crap, that's nice," she exclaimed as she commenced to fuck herself. As Amy lay on the sofa sapped of all strength; Stephania reached for the wine bottle, still slick with Debra's cum; set it up on the floor; raised up on her knees; straddled it with the tip nestled between her long pussy lips; and proceeded to lower herself until the entire bottle was up inside her cunt.She was completely impaled by the glass dildo. She leaned back; sat on the rug; and Debra could see the round, green bottom of the bottle inside Stephania's pussy; stretching her lips impossibly wide. Debra began to shove the cucumber into her pussy as hard as she could; her wonderful tits flopping uncontrollably around on her chest. Seeing this, Stephania grasped the bottom of the bottle with her fingers and began to vigorously , but carefully to fuck herself. Stephania and Debra retained eye contact as they fucked themselves; battering their pussy's with the improvised dildos. Just as Debra's body began to writhe with pleasure; the end of the cucumber broke off in her hand, leaving the tip attached to her fingernails; and the majority inside her cunt. Debra held her hand up in front of her as she recovered from her orgasm; and simply cursed, "shit." She glanced over at Stephania who was twirling the bottle in her cunt; the smooth glass scraping deep inside her. She drew the bottle almost completely out of her pussy; and then used the ridged tip to stimulate her aroused "g-spot." Stephania's stretched out cunt remained wide open even though only the slim neck of the bottle was still inside. She jerked and moaned; and Debra knew the bottle had done it's job as a cock substitute. Stephania lay back on the rug hard, and let the bottle roll across the floor, where it stopped with a "clank" when it hit the TV stand. Debra reached out, found the discarded pepperoni; and tossed it in Stephania's direction. It bounced; brushed against her left leg; and she raised her head with an inquisitive look on her face. Debra held up her hand with the cucumber tip still sticking to it; and Stephania knew immediately what had happened. As she crawled on her hands and knees toward Debra; they simultaneously broke into laughter. Stephania lay her head on Debra's stomach and extended her arm toward the ceiling, showing Debra her incredibly long,slender fingers; tipped with acrylic nail extensions. Debra spread her legs farther; concentrated; and tried to expel the lump in her pussy by contracting her vaginal muscles; but the cucumber was too bulky. Stephania slid her head down Debra's stomach until it rested just below her belly button. As she inhaled Debra's carnal scent, Stephania slid her first three fingers up inside her cunt; making contact with the errant cucumber. She stabbed at it with her nails; hooked it easily; and tugged the vegetable out of her pussy. Debra felt the cuke sliding out of her hole, and said to Stephania, " thank you; it would have been difficult explaining that to Ray. Save it though; I'll serve it to him for dinner." Again, they both laughed heartily; as they turned their attention to the sofa where an exhausted Amy was snoring. They woke her; all three naked friends ascended the stairs; and collapsed onto Debra's bed together. They shared some drunken comments about the nights events; and then slipped into a deep sleep; all with satisfied smiles on their faces. (Thank you very much for all your feedback and story suggestions...please keep it coming. I wrote this story for everyone who requested that Amy get involved.) Everybody Loves Raymond: The Barone (fictional story about fictional characters in the public domain) It was only January, but it had already been a long winter for Debra Barone. The weather had been consistently cold, and she had been cooped up in the house with her kids ands for what seemed like an eternity. Every day seemed the same; fight to get the kids up for school; put up with the invasion of her meddling mother-in-law Marie and father-in-law Frank; do housework; fix dinner and clean-up; fight with the kids to do homework and go to bed; argue with her husband Ray about Marie's meddling; then collapse into bed and wait for tomorrow. She felt like she was living that movie "Groundhog Day." Then one day Ray came home from his job, as a NY Newsday sportswriter, with the news that he had been selected to cover the NFL's annual all-star game; the Pro Bowl, in Hawaii. He came through the door griping about having to go all the way to Hawaii to cover a game no one cares about and in which the players only give about 50 % effort. He complained about the air travel; the time difference; jet lag; the fact that the players on the Super Bowl teams wouldn't even be there so there would be no big stories; the fact that it could be the rainy season in Hawaii; everything he could think of on the negative side...in other words; a typical Raymond attitude. It seems another sportswriter was supposed to cover the game, but his wife had an emergency appendectomy; so Ray had to take his place at the last minute. Then Debra remembered that for the last five years he had whined about the Pro Bowl assignment going to the editors' "pet;" when it was the most coveted gig at the paper. It was five days in Hawaii; or as Magnum called it : Paradise. Then she deciphered Ray's attitude: he was afraid she might want to go, and ruin his plans for a fun, bachelor, golfing outing with one of his buddies. She thought to herself, "not this time buddy; I'm going to Hawaii." Marie was always insinuating that she was more responsible for raising Ally, and the twins (Jeffrey and Michael) than Debra was; so there was no way she could refuse to babysit for a few days. As their jet approached the island of Oahu and dipped below the clouds; Debra was astounded at the lush green of the jungle and the clear blue water. Despite the long trip and the layover in San Francisco; due to the time zones, it was only two hours later than when they left New York. When they arrived; they had gone straight to the hotel; checked in; and Ray had contacted the media headquarters at the stadium. Debra was very satisfied and surprise at the accommodations. The paper had not skimped on the arrangements; they were booked into a five star hotel directly on Waikiki Beach. Nothing was officially scheduled for Wednesday, so Ray and Debra decided to just relax for the rest of the day and catch some sun on the beach. Ray whistled when Debra appeared at the bathroom door clad in her bathing suit. It was a conservative one-piece, tropical print suit; but had a very daring V cut in the front which displayed her ample cleavage to great advantage. She knew her best assets; her marvelous 38D breasts were on display. Her envious breasts had grown to D cups when pregnant with the twins; and had remained that way. Ray had even given them the nickname ,"Barnes & Noble," and she blushed with pride thinking about it. She had quite often caught the other "PTA dads" trying to peep down her blouses when at school events with the kids She was also resigned to the fact she would probably have to fight Ray off at bedtime. They walked the beach for awhile; enjoyed a fabulous dinner at the hotel restaurant; and Ray was actually asleep before Debra finished her shower. On Thursday, they were up before dawn to take a tour to Diamond Head and view the sunrise from its' peak. They then spent the typical tourist day in Hawaii; walking the rainforest; seeing spectacular waterfalls; boating on a catamaran; and snorkeling on a coral reef. That night they were both asleep almost before their heads hit the pillows. Friday was to be "media day" at the stadium where all the participants give interviews; so Ray was going to be gone all day. Debra knew that he also had a golf date with some of the other sportswriters, so she planned on just relaxing and enjoying being kid-and-Marie- free for the day. In the morning, she walked the streets of Honolulu and did some souvenir shopping. By the time she returned to the hotel; she was ready for some relaxation; noticed a sign by the concierge's desk for deep-tissue massages and decided to indulge herself. You could book the massage either in the hotel spa, or a private beach side cabana; she decided on the cabana, where she could relax and enjoy the ocean view at the same time. After taking her purchases up to the room, and changing into her swimsuit (she had never had a massage before, so she wasn't really sure what to wear); Debra returned to the hotel spa for her appointment. She was met by the spa director, a very pleasant and attractive young lady named Leilani. Leilani led the way to one of the hotel's exclusive beach front cabanas where she instructed Debra to take off her swimsuit and wrap one of the plush, oversized towels around her; telling her that her masseuse would be with her momentarily. The cabana was on a raised section of the hotel's beach so that those walking by on the beach could not see in. It was like a big tent; enclosed on three sides; with curtains on the ocean side that could be closed if you desired. Debra couldn't imagine why anyone would ever close the curtains; how could you ever get tired of the wonderful view of the Pacific Ocean and Waikiki Beach. Once you were inside the cabana; it was as if you were the only person on the beach. There was a privacy screen in one corner of the cabana, where Debra removed her swimsuit and wrapped the towel tightly around her. She felt vulnerable, and yet strangely emancipated, being totally naked under the towel. There was sparse furnishings in the tent: a small cabinet containing more towels and bottles of oils; a few bottles of water; what looked like a small CD player. The massage table itself was obviously a professionals table; it was overly padded, and actually in sections. The table was divided into a top half and a bottom half; with the bottom half also being divided right down the middle. It appeared to Debra that the part where your legs would rest was capable of splitting apart so that the masseuse could get closer to your torso from the bottom; as well as from the sides. Just as she was going to sit on the table, she was somewhat startled by the arrival of her masseuse as he rounded the corner of the cabana. He was an enormous young man, clad only in a loincloth type garment. He was only about 6 foot, 3 inches tall; but he seemed to be almost as wide, with muscles on top of muscles. He was built like the players Ray was interviewing at this very minute. He introduced himself very politely, "Good afternoon Mrs. Barone. My name is Kona and I will be helping you to relax this afternoon." "Please call me Debra," she answered, "forgive me for asking, but are you a native Hawaiian?" "Yes ma'am, born and raised," Kona responded, "my descendants have always lived on the islands." Debra was stunned by his native, exotic appearance; and she felt her nipples beginning to harden as she was reminded her only covering was a towel. Kona seemed very business-like as he urged her to lay face down on the table; assuring her that he would make sure the towel covered her torso. Debra, very carefully, maneuvered her body onto the table and managed to lay down and keep herself covered. Kona informed her, " I have selected a very pleasing oil that is a combination of jasmine and coconut. You just relax and let me work my magic." Debra was a little apprehensive because with his obvious strength, he could probably snap her in half with one hand; but his initial touch was extremely gentle. He started with her left arm; gently massaging and rubbing every inch from her hand to her shoulder, until it was relaxed that it was like a limp noodle. They conversed very little, but Debra found out he had played football at the University of Hawaii and was in line for a pro-contract until he had injured his knee. Now he was studying physical-therapy so he could help others with injuries. Debra made sure he knew she wasn't being impolite by not talking ; she wanted him to know that she was getting so totally relaxed that conversing seemed almost like too much effort. He replied, "please don't apologize Mrs. Barone, I mean Debra; that's actually a compliment. It means I'm good at my job." He gently massaged her right arm and the back of her neck, before pushing the towel down around her buttocks so he could rub her back. She could hear him squirt oil on his hands and then felt him draw his hands from her waist all the way up to her shoulder blade and start to rub circles all over her back. The scent of the coconut/ jasmine oil, mixed with the warmth and pressure of his huge hands was incredibly relaxing. He rubbed oil all over her back and down her sides; including the sides of her flattened breasts. As Debra gazed out at the waves lapping at the edge of the beach, she could feel herself beginning to doze off. When Kona was done massaging Debra's back, he moved down to the end of the table and started on her left leg. As he had done with her arms; he first used his thumbs to massage the bottom of her foot, and then gently, but firmly, worked his way up to her thigh...all the while coating her skin with warm oil. When he had finished with both her smooth legs, Kona quietly requested permission to move the towel so he could massage her bottom. Debra answered, "of course, I want the complete treatment." She could feel her legs parting as he separated the bottom section of the table and positioned himself between the sections; and between her outstretched legs. She had been so relaxed that until this moment it hadn't occurred to her that in this position, if he bothered to look, he could probably see her slit. She suddenly realized that ,except for a towel bunched at her lower back, she was completely naked with a complete stranger. She didn't think anyone on the beach could see into the cabana, since it was so much darker in there than out on the sand. Debra found it very exciting and erotic to be so naked out in the open like this...certainly not something this suburban housewife was used to. Kona placed his slippery hands on Debra's upper thighs and began to massage them in unison. He slowly worked his way upward to her shapely, and still firm, asscheeks; working the oil all around them. She felt his thumbs probe between her cheeks all the way to her asshole, continuing to coat her in oil. Debra was not drowsy anymore; but rather wide awake and totally alert. He then began to work his hands down between her thighs toward her pussy; which was now completely wet with her very own oils. His slick thumbs just barely grazed her cunt lips as she gave an involuntary twitch. This caused Kona to immediately stop; back out from between the table; close the lower sections (and her legs)together; and again move to the side of the table. Debra requested, "oh please don't stop Kona. It was so incredibly relaxing." Kona responded, "no I wasn't finished. If you would like me to continue, I need you to roll over onto your back, please." As Kona held the towel up; Debra immediately turned over on her back; and he placed the towel over her midsection, covering her from her chest to her thighs. As she settled comfortably down; Kona again took her left arm in his hands and began to massage it all the way from the fingers to the shoulder. He repeated this with the right arm and then asked Debra if she would like her stomach and chest massaged. She answered him by slowly pushing the towel down to her waist, exposing her magnificent breasts. Kona poured oil onto his hands, and began to massage Debra's flat stomach. She was proud that there was no flab there after three children. He worked the oil all around her midsection and his thumbs even found their way into her bellybutton. She could feel the warm oil pooling there as Kona worked his way up her torso to the bottom of her enviable breasts as they lay on her chest. He applied more oil and worked around her breasts, up to her shoulders, teasing her. He drew his huge hands underneath her breasts and lifted them, cupping them in both hands; then he worked his fingers all around her tits, never touching her nipples which were now the size of jellybeans. Kona continued to knead her tits like they were bread dough; and Debra actually bit her lower lip when he finally...finally...pinched her engorged nipples between his fingers. Debra let out a small , involuntary moan as she felt her own juices seep out of her pussy. Kona, still maintaining a professional demeanor; moved to the bottom of the table; again parted the bottom sections; coated his hands with oil and began to thoroughly massage Debra's left foot and leg. Debra was so aroused and hot that she could swear she could see steam rising from her nearly naked body. When Kona had finished with her legs, he inquired if Debra would like him to continue. She answered by grasping the towel covering her crotch and flinging it onto the sand. She couldn't believe she was being so bold; her spread pussy was now in plain view; but she had passed the point of no return. She had a small landing-strip of bright red pubic hair just above her slit; but otherwise she knew her cunt lips were totally exposed. Kona applied more oil to his hands and began to massage Debra's upper thighs. With each circle, he was either just missing, or just grazing her swollen labia. His thumbs gently massaged her cunt lips and slowly worked their way past her opening. He didn't need any more coconut oil, as Debra's natural lubrication was now more than sufficient. As his thumbs spread her cunt lips wide open; Kona kneeled on the sand and blew warm air into Debra's wet hole. He extended his forefingers and pinched her raisin sized clit, as juices squirted form Debra's pussy , coating his face. She bit down on her thumb to muffle her scream as she thrashed around on the table. Kona, again very business-like, stood between Debra's spread legs and asked if she would like the deluxe treatment. Breathless , Debra gasped, " if that means I'm going to get fucked; then yes!" Kona let his loincloth garment drop to the sand and stood before Debra totally nude. Debra cried out, "oh my fucking God!" His still flaccid cock hung down almost to his knees. Debra had never seen a cock that large; not even in the couple of porno movies she had seen in college. Kona moved as close to Debra as he could between the table halves; poured coconut oil onto his hands;rubbed the oil the entire length of his cock ; and proceeded to lay it on Debra's belly. Debra thought it resembled a python laying on her stomach; as it reached all the way to her bellybutton. She leaned forward to touch it; and as she did, it began to harden. As it got harder ; it didn't get longer; just thicker...and thicker. She knew it was now thicker than her wrist; maybe thicker than her whole forearm. She thought to herself that there was no way that would fit inside her; but she couldn't wait to try. She pleaded with Kona, "for God's sake, hurry up and fuck me." Debra had never been this horny in her life: she needed to feel a cock inside her. Kona obliged. He placed the head of his monster cock at the opening of her slit; spread her cunt lips apart with his thumbs; and pushed forward. She was so wet that his python slipped into her cunt and he just kept pushing until he was completely inside her; nudged against her cervix. As Debra lay on the table, he put his hands around her waist and just held her there ; his cock deep inside her belly. Debra felt like she was in heaven; she was impaled on his cock like a piece of meat on a skewer. The feeling was incredible; never had her pussy been stretched that far; she was completely filled with cock. Kona slowly backed his snake out of Debra's pussy, and then slowly sank it balls-deep again. He repeated this several times , as he watched her cunt lips extend on the outstroke; gripping his cock as they were pulled out of her pussy; then being stuffed back inside her. He gradually increased his pace until he was pounding into her cunt with all his strength. Debra knew her pussy was going to be bruised and sore tomorrow; but she couldn't have cared less. She was afraid the table was going to give way; he was thrusting up into her so hard; but it held. She was so wet with oil that they were making squishing sounds as their bodies slapped together and his cock went in and out of her cunt. Kona put his oversized hands under Debra's ass cheeks and actually lifted her up from the table like a rag-doll. He bounced her on his cock several times; then jammed her down onto his pole as hard as he could and let gravity take over as his fire hose filled her cunt with his seed. With his pelvis grinding against hers; Debra could feel her cunt filling up with his hot cum; his monster cock twitching and jerking inside her stretched out pussy. She just threw her head back and screamed; all self-control lost; as she had the most all-encompassing orgasm of her life. Her cunt squeezed and griped his huge cock as her muscles milked every drop of cum from his balls. Kona walked all the way around the table, carrying the impaled housewife in front of him, as he continued to squirt into her womb. He finally set her back down on the massage table; and as he backed away, his snake flopped out of her pussy like a dead fish. Her stretched hole was left wide open, and Kona's cum drooled out of her opening like a stream of tapioca. He offered her a towel to clean up, as he retrieved his loincloth covering. When she was done wiping between her legs, Debra couldn't help noticing that her cunt still resembled a hole rather than a slit; and wondered how long it was going to take before her lips closed up again. Feeling suddenly self-conscious, Debra ducked behind the screen and put on her bathing suit. Kona ,smiling, asked, " please don't forget to ask for me again if you were satisfied with my service." "Oh I was satisfied all right; there will be a generous tip added to the bill," Debra replied with a smile. She knew Ray would just sign the slip without even looking. She had never felt so relaxed in her life. (all feedback, positive or negative , is encouraged and welcome) Everybody Loves Raymond's Wife He was staring at her again. It was a stare that caused her heart rate to increase and made her stomach flutter. The boy was very masculine and she always felt naked beneath his gaze. Darlene broke eye contact and continued teaching class. Half the boys in her classes usually stared at her, but today he was the only one. The other students were passing notes, staring out the window, and a few were sleeping. They didn't care, most had graduated and couldn't wait for school to end. The first time she had seen Jamal, he had been a skinny black kid, a nerd, complete with glasses and a brain to match. His IQ was well above genius level and he had a 4.0 GPA. He was the perfect target for the bullies in school because of his nerdy exterior and the fact that his dad was the school janitor. Some days he showed up with black eyes and bruises and he shyly kept to himself, his only friends some of the other geeks. All that changed this year. When Jamal returned from summer break he was barely recognizable. He was now as big as a pro wrestler and the glasses had disappeared. Coach had flipped when he saw the muscular black kid and recruited him for the football team. He hadn't been very good. He seemed unused to his new body, and unskilled with a football in his hands, but opposing teams soon learned that he couldn't be brought down. He had also skipped half the year and was now failing her class. On top of that Jamal seemed to have a lot of money now and Darlene was afraid he was dealing drugs, even speaking to his father about it. The janitor had replied that Jamal was working at a pharmaceutical plant outside Stoney Harbor and was making some big bucks. His father had also apparently taken whatever kind of steroid Jamal was on. He looked great and had dyed his grey afro black again. He looked fifteen years younger, more like an older brother then a father. Both men stood around six and a half feet tall towering over the other students and Darlene's small just over five foot frame. The bell went off and the teacher said, "Read chapters nineteen and twenty. There'll be a quiz on them tomorrow." The class groaned and as one stood up and headed for the door. All except Jamal that is. He stayed seated and continued to stare at her. "Anything I can do for you Jamal?" "Yes, Mrs. Duncan. I need you to change my grade." "You should have thought of that before skipping my class. What happened to you Jamal, you used to be such a great student?" "I decided I'd had enough of dead white people bullshit." "Keep that language up and I'll see you don't ever graduate." It felt weird threatening this giant hulking black man towering over her. "That's not the respectable attitude I need..." "I know exactly what you need Mrs. Duncan." ******************** "I know exactly what you need Mrs. Duncan," said Jamal holding his fat, thirteen inch cock up as he lay naked on her bed. The woman crawled between his legs and took the cock she loved so much into her mouth. Her head bobbed up and down over it, skillfully swallowing half with one thrust. "Man, I always wanted this slut, watching her shake that hot ass walking down the school hall. Mind if I fuck her?" "Sure dad, lets plug this bitch from both ends." "Wait Jamal..." The woman had never done anything like this before. Jamal's cock was more then enough. "Shuddup and spread your legs for my dad," shouted Jamal. Malcom, the school janitor put the video camera on the dresser keeping it aimed at the bed. He was already shirtless and quickly became pantsless as he stripped, his thick eleven inch cock springing up as he freed it. Malcom climbed behind the girl easily inserting his hard cock into her wet pussy. "Oh god, fuck me," she moaned. "Shuddup bitch, you'll ruin everything," snapped Jamal. "This is one hot pussy you got Mrs. Duncan," cried Malcom spanking her ass with one hand and wrapping his other fist around her blonde hair. "I bet Raymond doesn't fill you with this much cock." As he spoke Malcom's arm flexed and her blonde wig fell off revealing curly red hair tied up in a bun. "Dammit dad," cried Jamal just as his cum filled Tiffany the head cheerleader's mouth. "Don't sweat it Jamal. We'll have the tech boys edit the video. Now lets fuck this snooty bitch. Never even glanced at me the lowly janitor when you walked on by. Now your hooked on black dick." "Yes, yes yes," cried the girl licking up Jamal's cum from around her lips. "I'm a slut for your big cocks." When the two men finshed with her, they quickly cleaned the sheets while Malcom went downstairs. Mrs. Duncan had asked him to fix her plumbing while her husband was away and loaned him a key. ******************** "Here Darlene," said Malcom handing her a glass of tea. "You looked thirsty." "Thats Mrs. Duncan, Malcom, but thanks I am thirsty." Darlene was laying out in her yard wearing a modest bikini. She was very aware that Malcom had used the drink as an excuse to check out her body and his eyes were freely roaming every inch of bare skin. She was also very aware of his body. The janitor had removed his shirt in the warm spring air and she had never seen a chest so well-defined. His torso rippled with muscles. "Aren't you done yet?" He was supposed to have finished yesterday while she was at school. Raymond was coming home tonight and she wanted to work on her tan for her husband. "Almost." "By the way, Jamal skipped class again yesterday." "He was with me, bit of a family 'mergency." "Very good then." Darlene laid back and closed her eyes. The vision of Malcom's granite black chest sprang unbidden to her mind. The way his eyes freely roamed her body as if he owned her, the way his son dominated any room he was in...there was something special about these two. Moisture formed between her legs and it wasn't sweat. Her breasts were smalish, but perfectly formed with fat, sensitive nipples. They hardened, stretching out the bikini top as she thought of the black men. She opened her eyes when she heard the low whistle. "I always knew you were hiding a hot bod under those dowdy outfits of yours." Jamal was standing over her. He too was shirtless and her eyes couldn't help running down his muscular chest stopping perplexed on a freakishly big bulge under his shorts. "You're sure one fine bitch Darlene." "Jamal, that's Mrs. Duncan and if you speak to me this way one more time, I'll see you're expelled. "Yes Mrs. Duncan." "What are you doing here anyway?" "Came to help my dad." "Fine then, go on inside." Darlene closed her eyes again aware that both black men were coming out to look at her body from time to time, but unaware that they were naked standing behind her, long banana-like cocks dangling down halfway to their knees. Raymond came home just as Malcom was collecting his tools. "That'll be $90 Mrs. Duncan." Darlene's eyes opened with delight when she saw her husband home early. "I got it honey," said Raymond taking the money out of his wallet. "Thanks for fixing our plumbing problem Malcom. I'm away so much I don't have time to fix things around here. I'm leaving again Monday morning." "No," said Darlene upset she'd only have a day and a half with her husband. 'Sorry honey." Raymond watched Malcom and Jamal leave. "Jesus, those guys are huge. They could be professional weightlifters." Raymond looked back at his wife still in the bikini, his dick stirring at the sight. "Lets go inside." "My thoughts exactly." Darlene jumped up and ran upstairs to the bedroom. Afterwards, she was still horny. Sex had been good, but unsatisfying. Plus, she couldn't help comparing her husband's pale, flabby torso to the well-built black men that had just left. Even worse, she continued to be horny all weekend and that was the last erection she saw on her husband. His penis even seemed to shrivel a little by Sunday night. Darlene went to school that Monday a horny frustrated woman. Again that day after class Jamal waited until the other students had left. "I need you to change my grade Mrs. Duncan." "Actions have consequences Jamal. You should have thought of that before blowing off class." "Why don't you blow me off bitch." "...JAMAL! You've gone to far." "You want it teach. Look how hard your nipples are. I bet your pussy is soaking wet right now at the thought of getting a man-sized cock in your mouth. Mr Duncan's little worm can't satisfy a horny slut like you." "Get out now. Get out before I call the cops." "I need you to change my grade. I'm making three times what you're geting paid. I don't have time to go to summer school." "Get out!" Darlene collapsed against her desk as Jamal left the room. Her face was flushed and her hands were trembling. She sat down in her chair, her soaked vagina making her thighs cold and clammy. Jesus, but a lot of what he said was true. Staring up at his massive chest had made her pussy spasm with excitement. It was all she could do to stand up to him, her instincts told her to fall to her knees at his feet. She had never felt submissive around Raymond before. Jamal wasn't right about her husband though, Raymond had a nice sized penis, but it had resembled a worm the last time she had seen it. Like a little pale grub shrinking up against his testicles. Unfortunately, his impotence last weekend coincided with her unusual state of horniness. Darlene tried to compose herself before her next class. Darlene went home and soaked in the tub. It had been a long, bad, day. She hadn't seen Malcom, but had left a message on his answering machine to give her a call. He was a helpful man and she wanted to give him the curtesy of notifying him that she was about to have Jamal expelled. She hated to do it to him, but his son was out of control. Darlene got out of the tub and toweled herself dry. Even now after relaxing there were still outward signs that she was aroused. Her sensitive nipples were so hard they ached and her vagina had an itch that only Raymond's stiff penis could scratch. She was putting on one of her husband's shirts when the doorbell rang. Darlene ran downstairs and peeked through the curtains. Jamal was standing on her doorstep. "What do you want Jamal?" she called. "I need you to change my grade." "Go away before I call the police." To Darlene's horror, the door knob jingled and the door opened. He had a key! Just as it registered, she turned to run when his hand shot out and grabbed her collar jerking her back. Several buttons flew off her shirt exposing her breasts. "I"m not going to hurt you Mrs. Duncan." "Then get out now. Your in big trouble young man." She held her shirt closed with her fist trying to pull it down over her crotch and ass with her other hand. Luckily, she was short and it covered her modesty...barely. "How'd you get a key?" "I copied the one you gave dad. Now listen bitch, I need you to watch this." Jamal held his hand out with a video cassette in it. The sticker on the cassette read, Everybody Loves Raymonds Wife. She didn't take it as that would mean exposing some part of her body to Jamal. "Where's the tv?" he asked. "She nodded towards the living room and followed him there. He inserted the tape and pressed play. The bastard had inserted a porno. The camera was focused on the biggest blackest dick she had ever seen. It looked huge, but she assumed it was from the zoom. The camera panned back showing off the giant cock and balls so big they were splayed out on the bed between the man's thighs. It wasn't the zoom, the black monstrosity was over a foot long. "I know what you need Mrs. Duncan," said Jamal's voice on the screen. A blonde woman with her back to the camera walked over and began sucking on the massive appendage. Darlene was horrified, Jamal was setting her up. "That's not me, her breasts are bigger," she said aghast. The camera panned back showing Jamal lying on her bed. On her bed! He had filmed this in her bedroom. It got worse. Malcom appeared and stripped revealing another huge erect cock. Dear, helpful Malcom was in on this. "This is one hot pussy you got Mrs. Duncan," cried Malcom spanking her ass with one hand and wrapping his other fist around her blonde hair. "I bet Raymond doesn't fill you with this much cock." The picture flickered showing it had been edited. "You animal, this doesn't prove anything," she growled angry. On screen, Malcom pulled out his huge cock and came all over the girl's ass and back. Darlene had never seen so much cum in her life. One wad was more then Raymond had shot in a year and there were at least five wads. After that, sperm oozed from Malcom's still hard cock. They fucked the girl several times, the men's stamina amazing Darlene. Jamal fucked her while Malcom shoved his cock in her ass. The picture never showed the girl's face. Despite the obvious atempt at blackmail, the movie was turning her on. Jamal had her when it ended with her sunning herself. She saw Malcom and Jamal walking behind her naked. The scene changed to just the two black men talking. "This is really your teacher?" "Yeah dad, she's a real slut for black cock." The scene switched again to her laying out when Raymond came home. "Thanks for taking care of our plumbing problem Malcom," said her husband paying him. It made it look like he had paid the black men to fuck her. "So change your grade and this all goes away?" She mumbled. "Nope, the price just went up. I want a blowjob from those white lips for interest." Jamal paused when he saw how red in the face she was getting. "What's the matter teach, never given a bj before?" "Yes, but it's disgusting. I don't enjoy it with my husband. Your not him. Your a teenager. Your a b..." "Black man?" "Bastard." "Don't call me names Darlene. I own your white ass. You want the school board to see this. I'll say this happened before my eighteenth birthday. You could go to jail." "Look Jamal, you win ok? Just give me the tape and I will change your grade." "Call me Mr Washington. Show me some respect. I'm going easy on you Darlene. I'm learning how to do business in the real world. This is a simple exchange for goods and serices. Suck off my cock and change my grade, in exchange for this service I give you the goods. "What happened to you Jamal? Was it the steroids?" "The longer you stall, the more interest is gonna accumulate. I might make you spread them legs for me." "Alright, pull it out." Her stomach was in a knot at the thought of what she was about to do. "That's your job Darlene and take that shirt off, I want to see you naked. "Jamal, please?" "That's Mr Washington. Now strip." Darlene's hands were shaking as she unbuttoned the remaining buttons on her husband's shirt. Her skin was flushed and she was ashamed of the obvious signs of arousal on her body. She let the shirt fall to the floor. "Very nice. Now ask me if you can take my cock out." Darlene clenched her fists with anger. This boy was intent on making this as humiliating as possible. "May I take your cock out Mr Washington?" "Yes," said Jamal sitting on the couch and spreading his legs. "Drop to your knees and crawl to me. You must ask and seek permission before you can do anything." Darlene fell to her knees and crawled slowly towards him. Though she found what she was about to do revolting, there was also something exciting about it. She was about to taste the forbidden fruit. Teacher-student, black man- white woman. teenager-wife, this was wrong, but thrilling. She was about to touch only the second penis in her life and one much bigger then her husband's. She reached up for his belt buckle, but Jamal slapped her hand away. "Ask!" "May I take your cock out Mr Washington?" "You may." Darlene fumbled with his buckle, her hands were shaking so much. She got it unbuckled and then undid his jeans, slowly pulling the zipper down. She reached under his boxers, holding her breath, strangely anticipating touching it as her hands brushed his pubic hair. Her fingers lid along a shaft as thick as a large flashlight. She grabbed it and with difficulty pulled the giant black organ out. "Dear god." "Describe it." "It's so big and hard and black. It's so big, I've never seen anything like it. It's so big." "Bigger then your husband?" "Yes, at least twice as long and a lot thicker. I didn't know penises got this big." "Always call it a cock." "I've never seen a cock like this Mr Washington." It was so hot, like it was alive, throbbing in her hand. It was even more impressive in person then on the video. It was perfectly straight where her husband's curved upwards a little. The head was a big black knob the size of a plum all swollen and hard. The shaft was lighter in color crisscrossed with thick blue-black veins, the rod widening as thick as her wrist just under the black helmut. It even smelled good. Darlene felt the itch in her pussy again, but this time it seemed deeper, beyond the reach of her husband's penis. "How big is it?" "Just under thirteen inches. It's growing impatient." "May I suck your cock now Mr Washington?" "No, lick it first. Lick all around the head, then down the shaft. I also want you to lick each ball." Darlene shivered and pulled the shaft down towards her mouth. Moisture was forming on his huge pee-slit, starting to drip down the shaft. Her tongue flickered out and she began licking the head avoiding the pre-cum. "Lick everywhere slut," he ordered. She gulped and ran her tongue over the now rapidly oozing pre-cum. Jamal's cock was so hard, it was unyeilding. She pushed against the head with her tongue, the skin didn't budge, nor could she squeeze it. Raymond had never been this hard, it was as if Jamal's cock was carved from granite. She moved her tongue down his shaft, licking the sides and under it. She marveled at the size of his testicles as she licked his hairy sack. They were as big as apples and hung down over the edge of her couch. She slid her tongue back up to the tip and around the head, willingly lapping up the pre-cum now. "May I suck your cock now?" "Yes." Darlene parted her lips and closed them around the head as she took him in her mouth. She started by bobbing her head over the tip and then several inches. Soon it touched her throat and she gagged. It was just too big. "It's ok Darlene, I didn't expect much from you. You've never had a real cock, a black man's cock to suck on after all. Just do what you can." For some reason his condescending words angered her. She could do better, she could swallow more, she was better then those cheerleaders Jamal ran around with. This time she suppressed her gag reflex and pushed downward, feeling the head enter her throat. She attacked the huge black cock with gusto, swallowing more with each downward thrust of her head. She needed to rest from time to time and settled for stroking his shaft while licking the head until she felt she could swallow him again. Darlene was finding this challenging, rewarding even. Why was she enjoying this? She had only done this for Raymond to show she loved him but mostly in hopes he would return the favor, but with Jamal she was actually getting pleasure out of sucking his cock. She was thrilled when he moaned softly and when he started almost imperceptibly bucking his hips. He ran his fingers through her hair pulling her head down over his superior black cock. She obeyed, not stopping until her nose touched his pubic hair. She had swallowed it all. Darlene attacked his cock like a mad woman, bobbing her head rapidly over the shaft. She was stopping less frequently now to catch her breath, but when she did she used both hands to stroke his rod. When her hand grew tired, she used her mouth again, looking up at him as she swallowed it. Darlene had lost track of time. All she knew was that her arms and throat were tired. His cock had been acting funny for several minutes now. It was jerking in her throat and it seemed to have grown even bigger. Jamal's rhythm was off and he was grunting. She was deep throating his cock when he bellowed and it jerked in her throat. He was cumming! He had just shot a load into her belly. The thought of swallowing a man's sperm disgusted her. Darlene quickly moved her head up, there was another spasm and another wad slid down her throat. He came again when the head was in her mouth. The amount caught her off guard, filling her mouth completely. Her cheeks bulged out and she gagged, sperm pouring over her chin, breasts, and dripping down on to the carpet. It was better to swallow it. She clamped her mouth around the tip, swallowing the next load and finding she liked having his hot seed slding down her throat. Her belly felt full she had swallowed so much, but Darlene still found her hand was stroking forwards on the shaft as if milking it for more. She fell backwards in surprise at what had just happened. Everybody Loves Raymond's Wife "You sure you don't want this jammed in your pussy?" he asked. His cock was still mostly hard and glistened with her saliva. She did, her pussy was practically screaming for it, but she denied it. "No, I can't." "How about this one then?" Darlene looked over in surprise. Malcom stood in the room, his pants around his ankles stroking his huge cock. His was under a foot long, maybe eleven inches but as thick as his son's, giving it a stubbier appearance. "I can't cheat on Raymond. I love my husband." "Your going to let me put it in your pussy or I show this tape tommorrrow in the teacher's lounge." He held a copy of the tape. "Malcom, I always liked you. Why are you doing this?" "It is better to be feared then loved Mrs. Duncan." What was a janitor doing quoting Machiavelli? "Dont you men realize this is wrong. You don't blackmail people for sex." "Darlene," said Jamal."are you familiar with Nietztche? We are his super-men. We take what we want. Morals do not apply to us. Your weak husband is impotent around us. It is in your nature to submit to our superior black cocks. That is why you enjoyed sucking my cock so much. Once my dad gets his cock in your pussy, you'll understand. You'll never go back to fucking a white man again." "You have no choice," said Malcom waving the video. "lets move this party upstairs, I wan't to fuck you on your marital bed." "You were both so nice," Darlene mumbled. Her legs shook so much she had trouble standing as she moved towards the stairs. "Was it the steroids?" she asked Malcom. "Did they make you aggressive?" Malcom smacked her ass to make her hurry up the stairs. "They made me powerful." "And power corrupts," she said. "Absolutely," said Malcom. "But it is my right as a dominant male to take what I want and I wanted you. Plus, it turned my weakling son into a man. I met some men in a strip bar who recruited us to work for them. Thats why Jamal needs to graduate. They want him in their research division, but he needs his diploma, so I conceived of this little blackmail scheme." "This was your idea?" They were in the bedroom now. "Oh yes," said Malcom. "I'm nearly as smart as Jamal. I just never had proper schooling. Now get on the bed, on all fours. I want to fuck you like an animal." "It's not to late Malcom. I'm willing to forget this has happened." She climbed on all fours, her ass pointing towards Malcom. She was glad he had chosen such an unromantic position. There was no way this could be as good as facing the man you loved in the missionary position. "Shit bitch," he was completely naked now. "Your pussy's begging for my cock. Your lips are all swollen and wet. They've already spread open in anticipation of getting their first real fucking. Tell me to fuck you." "I can't." Malcom moved between her legs and ran the head of his cock up and down her pussy lips. She moaned and her pussy opened wider. "Tell you what Mrs. Duncan, I'll make you a deal. Let me put the whole thing in you. Once it's in, all you have to do is give the word and I'll pull it out. You can have both tapes and we'll leave. All you have to do is change Jamal's grade so that he passes. Do we have a deal?" He moved his cock head slowly aound her labia to coat it with lubrication. "Yesss," she moaned. That wouldn't be so bad. Just take his cock inside her and then it would be gone. "Now beg me to put it in." "Put it in Malcom." Darlene's eyes flew open as the head pushed inside her. Her pussy had never stretched this wide. He pushed several inches inside her, pulling out and pushing just a little more in. He was slowly fucking her and her body was betraying her. She was going to cum all over the janitor's cock if she couldn't get ahold of herself. "Enough pull it out, a deals a deal." Malcom laughed and pulled all but the head out. "The deal was for you to take it all. That was only half." "I don't believe it." "You'll see." Malcom slammed his hips forward burying his cock in her pussy. Thank god it hurt, gone was the threat of cumming with this arrogant bastard. His monster cock had thrust deep into virgin territory, her pussy stretching out tight around it, squeezing his shaft, lubricating it with waves of juice. Nerve endings she didn't know existed were coming alive sending electrical impulses to her brain, assaulting it with...Pleasure! "Now what will it be Mrs. Duncan? You know you love it. So let lose and enjoy it or do I pull it out?" If only he'd move it just a little she could cum. She was practically cumming just from being stuffed with such a big cock. Even the initial pain was better then this teasing, aching need for an orgasm. It promised to be a big one too. "Move it around please," she grunted. "Are you asking me to keep it in, to fuck you?" "Yes. Please Malcom, I need to be fucked, please fuck me." Malcom began pumping her pussy and t didn't take long for the orgasm to break lose. "Oh yes, god yes, I'm cumming." Jamal was hard again and moved around to stick his cock back in her face, but Malcom waved him off. "I want her to talk first." He waited for her to come down from her orgasmic high before continuing. "Describe how it feels." "It's so big in my pussy. Your big black cock is stretching me out. I never knew sex could feel this good. Oh my god, I'm going to cum again. Aaahhh." "Pretend your husband is watching, what would you tell him?" "Raymond your prick is pathetic. I thought you pleased me, but I was wrong. I've never been truly fucked until tonight." Darlene was really getting into it. Malcom was using the entire length of his cock to fuck her, slamming it in so hard, his big balls were slapping against her thighs. It was all she could do to stay on all fours. "Ray, their black cocks are so much better then yours. These men are built for sex. I love you, but my body belongs to them now." For some reason these men needed their egos stroked. She had never been vocal during sex, but found herself getting into it. Darlene was about to continue when Jamal growing impatient, stuck his cock in her face. She opened her mouth and took him inside. Sweet, conservative Darlene was getting plugged from both ends and she loved it. She loved being helpless. She loved being dominated. She loved having Jamal's cock roughly shoved down her throat with each powerful thrust of Malcom's cock. Malcom grabbed her hips and pulled forwards locking their crotches together. His cock spasmed, cum exploding deep in her pussy triggering her own powerful orgasm. Darlene immediately felt a deep sense of loss when Malcom removed his cock. She continued to slurp on Jamal's cock, but then he too pulled it out. Jamal walked around behind her "Shit dad, I wanted first crack at her pussy. I'm not sticking my cock in that mess." Darlene could feel sperm flowing out of he pussy. "Fuck her ass then son," said Malcom. "No way," said Darlene looking over her shoulder at them. "That thing will rip me in two." "You'll learn to love it." Jamal pushed on her back until her head was mashed into the matress with her ass thrust up. "Reach behind you and pull your ass cheeks apart." Darlene was scared, horrified even, but her hands obeyed his command, reaching behind her and pulling her butt cheeks apart. Her asshole was open for him, her pussy was a gaping sperm filled hole. No man had ever gotten this view of her before. "Need some lube," grunted Jamal. He slapped her ass. "Be right back." Darlene stayed frozen until Jamal returned from the bathroom. He had a small bottle of hand lotion in his hand and he first squirted a long line of lotion along his cock as if he were putting catsup on a big black foot long. The bottle had a long tubular opening and his next move was to stick it in her ass. He squeezed it, cold lotion spraying deep into her ass. Jamal replaced the bottle with the head of his cock. Darlene was thankful for the excessive lubrication as he pushed forward. The big knobby cock-head bobbing before her head earlier was now pushing into her rectum. Pain shot up her spine as her asshole stretched open, then closed slightly around his cock head. He moved the head around a bit before pushing a little more in. Darlene moaned into the bedspread, the thick part under his cock-head was worse then the head itself as his cock continued to probe deeper. He pushed and pushed, finally stopping when it seemed as if he could get no more in. Her knuckles were white from gripping her ass cheeks too tightly. As the pain faded, her grip loosened and he took it as a sign to began slowly fucking her ass. It was strange, but not unpleasant. There was no way a woman could get pleasure from this. Jamal seemed to be enjoying it and that was all that mattered. Darlene's eyes opened in surprise as she came to a realization. She was more concerned with pleasing him, then with herself. If he wanted to fuck her ass or stick his cock in her mouth, that's what she wanted too. Just as she had grown to love sucking his cock, she began to enjoy the slow ass-fucking. "Oooo fuck my ass Jamal. Fuck me with that black cock." Jamal picked up the pace fucking her hard, even getting a few more inches inside when she tried to pull her ass open more for him. What would her fellow teachers think of shy, conservative Darlene Duncan now, if they could see her getting her ass reamed by one of her students? Malcom appeared in front of her. Darlene watched in amazement as Malcom grabbed the tip of his semi-hard cock giving it a couple quick tugs. Within seconds his cock was as hard as it was when he had fucked her only a half hour ago. It looked as big and swollen as if he hadn't had sex in months. "You know what to do," he said. Darlene forced her torso up and took him in her mouth. Darlene fucked and sucked their cocks for another half-hour before Jamal pumped her ass full of sperm. She moaned around Malcom's penis as Jamal slowly pulled his cock out. Her ass closed up behind it, forcing his seed up into the vacuum only to pour out of her ass, dripping down her crack to mix with the rapidly caking sperm his father had left in her pussy earlier. Malcom came a few minutes later. This time she tried to swallow it all, but it was still too much, sperm dribbled down her chin and she got her face hosed again when it briefly popped out of her mouth. "Go clean up teacher," said Jamal. "I'm about to give you an F when you get done." "I was hoping for a C," she replied, "or in your case a C++." Jamal grinned at her. This was every student's dream, fucking his sexy teacher. "I'll evaluate you on performance. Now hurry up. I'm ready to go now." He was hard again! Impossible! They were super-men! She hurried to the shower trying to clean off as much of their sperm as she could, but finding the stuff was everywhere, turning sticky and gummy as the water touched it. She returned to her bedroom still wet, her skin glistening with moisture and her body glowing with a deep sense of satisfaction. "Get on the bed," he said when she walked over to him. "How do you want me?" "On your back." Darlene laid down on the bed with her head on the pillow, spreading her legs as Jamal climbed between them. She looked down her body in awe at the huge bobbing thirteen inch cock poised to enter her. He kneeled between her legs and pushed the head in. Jamal put his arms under her knees and began working his cock into her pussy. It went in easier thanks to the stretching Malcom had already given her, but Jamal was two inches longer and those extra inches made her feel as if she were losing her virginity all over again. He fucked her like that for a good fifteen minutes giving her numerous mini-orgasms as he pumped his entire cock in and out of her. "What's my grade now Mrs. Duncan?" Darlene had planned to give him just a D, enough to graduate and get the video back. She changed her mind and shouted, "Oh Jamal, you're getting an A." "I'm the teacher now," he said laying down on top of her. His huge waist held her spread legs wide open for his thrusting cock. Her nails dug into his back as she came again and again, feeling owned and protected beneath his huge size. She kissed his chest in submission. Jamal rolled over carrying her on top of him. Darlene rode his cock while he sucked on her overly-sensitive nipples. His strong tongue twirled around her breasts, teasing each nipple before sucking first one then the other into his mouth. She collapsed on his chest as a powerful orgasm rocked her body. When she recovered, Malcom had his hands on her waist and was pushing his cock into her ass. Both her holes were getting plugged bringing her to a whole new level of sexual pleasure. There was no way she could ever give this up. Later, Darlene stepped out of the shower again and walked to her bedroom with the spread, rolling gate of someone who had been on a horse too long. Her whole body was sore, but it was one of those pleasant aches you get from a good workout. The black men were gone as were their clothes. She frowned, but was secretly relieved as her body was too exhausted to continue. Darlene went over to her large walk-in closet for a robe. The door was open a crack and she pulled the doors apart getting the shock of her life. Raymond was kneeling on the floor with his hands, feet, and mouth duct-taped. There was a bouquet of flowers at his feet and his cheeks were stained with dried tears. Darlene was horrified, until she saw the little bulge in his pants. "Things are gonna change around here," she said. ******************* "You mean her husband wached the whole thing?" asked Jamal. "Yep, he came home early to surprise her while you were showing her the video. It didn't take much to cower the wimp. I restrained him and snuck him upstairs while she was sucking your cock." "What if he tells?" "I made a new tape. We'll make it look like he set it up if he gets out of line. Besides, if he causes trouble we can always have one of our cops take his statement." "Keepin' it real, dad," said Jamal smiling. After the first time he had cum as an enhanced man, this was the best day of his life. He had fucked his teacher and was going to graduate. Little did he know, he was going to get expelled anyway, when he finally encountered a situation that he couldn't control. But that is another story. To be continued in "Not Another Teen Story"