0 comments/ 36647 views/ 1 favorites Debbie By: Mikesliver I called one of those free for 60 minutes dating lines in the back of the Houston Press and this woman wanted to chat. I talked with her for a while and it turned out that she liked voyeurism. She asked me to get undressed and to play with myself. I told her I was and she got hot! She said 'Stand in front of the window and do it." So I just described the passers-by and she loved it! She gave me here cell number and asked me to come to her house. Well I drove down to the Galleria and called the number she gave me. She said that she would leave the back door open and I was to go in. She would be hiding and I was to put on a show for her. So I walked in and peeked as if I was looking to see if someone was home. She was 'hiding' in the dark kitchen, but since she could see the living room, I decided to do it there. Standing in front of her bay window, I simply dropped my pants leaving my shirt on. The sound of my wallet and keys made quite a thump as I walked around, looking at the things, occasionally stroking myself through the gap in the front of my briefs. I could hear her moving around, trying to get a better view. I eventually made my way into her bedroom, getting a pair of panties out of her dresser and brought them back in with me, teasing myself with them. I moved to in front of her picture window, alternating between my bare hand and the cotton panties as I brought myself to full erection. I said things like "there's the neighbor, walking the dog" I don't think they could see me, but this woman, Debbie, thought so. I could hear the rustling of clothes from the kitchen, zippers being pulled down, pants kicked to a corner. I could barely see her as she moved closer to the kitchen door, mid 40's thin, blonde. Nice to look at. I didn't look at her directly as I was supposed to be alone there. But not bad.... Hooking a thumb in either side of my waistband, my briefs began the trip down my legs, giving Debbie an even better look at my cock, engorged from both stroking and the sheer excitement I was feeling at this time. I then turned around and sat back on her couch, leg over an arm and began to pump my cock in and out of my fist. Slowly at first, occasionally using the panties to tease my balls and shaft as I tried to put on the best show I could think of. At times I simply left it alone for a second or two letting her see it throb slightly with my quickening pulse. When I was close to cumming I stopped and got up. I walked into the kitchen by way of the door she wasn't by. There she was, shirt unbuttoned, no pants on, fingering herself as I walked past her, brushing past her with my arm or back until I got the nerve to walk straight past her. The scent of aroused woman teased my nostrils. I could only wonder at the taste of the sweetness that filled the air. My cock rubbed along her side as I walked back into the room and headed for the couch. I was ready to cum now. It was either that or try for more. I vigorously began to fuck my fist, breathing heavily and really working it. My tongue ran across my lips, my mouth dry as is worked it up and down. She abandoned all pretense at that point, sat in a chair opposite me and started talking to me as her fingers dipped in and out of her wet snatch. "Cummmm for me, baby, cum for me" she kept saying over and over, drawing out the m's as she pulled her lips wider and two fingers then disappeared into her hungry slit. Knowing the time was near, I grabbed her underwear and shot my load all over her panties and carpet. I kept pumping until it was all out and oozing over my cock and hand. Then I got up, cleaned myself off, put her panties in the hamper and got a Pepsi out of her fridge. And I left. we have done this again since, each time she has gotten bolder, but that is another story. And did I mention her friend? Debbie I love you. You meet me at the door and I smile and hug you. I comment on how handsome you look tonight, and you take my hand and lead me to the car. You tell me how beautiful I am, and how you've missed me since our last encounter. Debbie, you call me. That is my name. You take me to dinner at the finest restaurant in town. Your business associates are there and I am charming. I stay by your side and hold your hand affectionately. I hang on your every word and smile and laugh. As we dine I glance at you every so often, with admiration, as my lips brush my wineglass. You smile at me and when they're not looking, you rub my leg under the table. I know you are waiting to be alone with me. Later, you pull me onto the dance floor. My long black dress billows gently as you twirl me, and I look deeply into your warm brown eyes. You are so handsome, I say. So caring, so sweet. I tell you how good it feels to have your warm body against mine. How I can't wait to get you alone. I kiss your cheek softly and stroke your hair. You tell me I am beautiful. You call me Debbie and tell me how much you love me. You want to strip me down right then and there, but I laugh and we know we must wait until later. Later comes soon enough as you pull me into the bedroom. We kiss and caress gently. I know what you like, what you want to feel. I stroke the side of your face as I kiss you, slowly and purposefully. I push you back on the bed and take control. That's how you like it. My mouth is hot as I leave a trail of kisses down your neck, your throat. I undo your shirt buttons, one by, one, before pulling the smooth garment off of your body. I run my hands over your firm chest, my lips engulfing each of your hard nipples into my mouth, one by one. I can hear you groan and you run your fingers through my hair. You call me Debbie, and your voice is soft and filled with lust. I continue to make my way down your body, slowly but surely. When I reach your groin I stop and nuzzle the hardness in your pants. I know you are hard, and ready for me. Your breathing comes quicker, but I kiss you and tell you to be patient. We still have time left, and I want to make this last for you. I unbuckle your belt and gently ease your stiffening member out into the cool air. I began to kiss and lick all over your cock softly. My slender fingers gently cup your balls, and I fondle them gently as I slide your cock in my mouth. I can taste your salty essence and my tongue flutters up and down your shaft, tasting every inch of your hard cock. I take you deeper in my mouth, feeling the head of your penis touch the back of my throat, and I slowly lift my head, sliding my mouth up and down your shaft. I pause, letting my tongue wrap around the head of your cock, before slowly pushing the full length back into my mouth. My mouth waters and my saliva coats your entire shaft. I feel you tickle the back of my throat again, and I try not to gag. I gently release you from my mouth after a moment, and tell you how big you are, how I love it when your cock fills my entire mouth. You groan and grab the back of my head, pushing your cock back down my throat. I moan as you slowly fuck my mouth, and I move one hand down to feel my own wetness. I am growing more and more aroused as I taste your salty pre cum on my tongue. You finally pull your cock from my mouth before you lose yourself, and you grab me and kiss me. I return your kiss eagerly, and you begin to rip the dress from my body. I let you, and in moments I am naked before you. My soft brown hair falls down around my breasts, and my nipples are hard. My pussy is wet and I can smell my own arousal. You kiss me and run your hands over my body. You take my breasts in your hands, and one by one you began to kiss and lick my pink nipples, biting them gently. I moan and whimper and tell you how much I love it. How much I want your cock inside me. My comments grow more and more perverse as your hand slides between my legs, and you press your fingers into the growing wetness at my entrance. I sigh as you invade me, loving how your touch feels on my body. I tell you all these things and more. You push me onto the bed and taste me gently, then you kiss my lips. I can taste myself on your tongue and it turns me on even more. I pull you close to me, scratching my long nails across your back, kissing your neck, biting your ear. I whisper to you, telling you to make love to me. I want to feel you inside me. My body yearns for you, and I need you so bad it hurts. I want you, baby. Fill me, please. You groan and call me Debbie as you guide your shaft to the entrance of my pussy. With one hard thrust you are inside me. I can feel the length of your cock deep inside my wet, gripping pussy. I moan as you enter me and I can feel you so deep inside me, it burns. It feels so wonderful and I tell you so. You bury your face in my hair and call my name as you thrust in and out. I moan with you and my nails are digging into your back harder. I wrap my legs around your hips as you move them, and my hips are rising to meet each of your thrusts. I feel myself growing wetter and wetter, and I throw my head back, letting you kiss my neck and my breasts. My hips are bucking wildly now, feeling your hard cock throbbing deep inside my pussy. Oh, god, you are so hot. I can feel your warmth burning deep inside. I am filled with passion and I moan, clutching you close to me. I can hear your groans and sighs and I know you are ready to come. I know you will wait for me, and I am close. Each thrust sends me closer and closer until I finally break and I am coming, hard on your shaft. I bury my fingers into your hair and kiss you as I come for you, moaning against your mouth. Seconds later, I can feel your cock twitching deep inside me and I know you are coming. You call me Debbie, and tell me how good it feels to be inside me. How much you love me, and how much you want me, and oh, god, how much you've missed me. We lay entwined together and you kiss me, stroking my face. I lay on your chest, listening to your heart as your pulse slows and your breathing comes down. We are both flushed with pleasure, and I can feel your come running down my thighs. I feel warm, and I feel satisfied. I look at your face and I can see a mixture of sadness and love as you look at me. I glance at the clock and see it is getting late. "Mr. Wilson, it's time for me to go. Our three hours is up," I inform him as I get up and began to pull my clothes back on. You smile at me and tell me okay. I finish dressing and you come over and kiss me one last time. "I love you, Debbie," he tells me softly as his eyes fill with tears. "I'm sorry, I know you're not Debbie, but you look just like her," he tells me. "I know." I kiss him and hug him warmly. I look into his eyes and he seems so sad. It hurts me, in a way, and I wish I was Debbie and I could hold him and truly comfort him. I soften and slip into the role of Debbie for one more moment. "I love you, James," I tell him, stroking his cheek. His eyes are soft and warm and he smiles as he touches my hand. "I miss you." "Happy Valentine's Day, honey. I'll see you next year." I go outside and light up a cigarette and climb into the vehicle waiting to take me back home. Debbie Debbie wasn't the best looking girl in the office. In fact, the waste bin looked more attractive. But there was something about her that I couldn't put my finger on. She was hard working. She often stayed behind when everyone else left. Never did I have to chase her up over a project. Her dead lines were always met easily. In truth, she was about five, five, red hair, and dressed in loose fitting clothes. I guess this was what made her look so different from the other office girls. Her make up was always carefully applied, and, amongst girls who didn't wear the tightest outfits they could find, she would look okay. But in the office, she as the dowdiest I had ever met. But as I said. There was something about her that I couldn't quite put my finger on. And I had to know what it was. I decided to follow her home one night, after she finished. It was about six when she left the office, moved to the car park, and drove away. It was easy to follow her, as I don't think she ever thought someone would do it. She drove to the far side of town and pulled up outside an old house. Minutes later, she entered, and I saw the lights go on. I sat, watching, for over three hours, but no-one came to visit. The downstairs lights went out, and the bedroom light came on. For three weeks I followed her. I don't know why, as she always did the same thing. She drove home. And went to bed at around the same time. There were never any visitors, so she obviously didn't have a boyfriend. Nor did she go out once she was home. I really didn't know why, but I was fascinated by her. I caught myself watching her in the office, getting distracted. My other work started to suffer, and only with great effort did I keep to my own deadlines. She didn't mix well with the other girls. They were on about the latest fashions, the latest pop sensation, but she never seemed to get involved. If someone told a joke, she would laugh, but she kept herself to herself for the most part. In truth, she was a mystery. I started to day dream about her. What it would be like to see her naked. What it would be like to see her on her knees, sucking my cock. I imagined her being totally subservient, as she was in the office. And she was. If anyone didn't want any particular project, and she was left with it, she didn't argue. She simply got on with the job, and got it done. Twice I had seen her stay at the office until almost seven in the evening, and still, she went to bed at the sane time. It was like a ritual. She never stayed up later. Not even weekends. I had parked outside her house early one Saturday morning, and waited. Around noon she came out and drove to the shops. She bought her groceries, and returned home. That was it. No interaction. No meetings. She was a loner at work and at home. I could never fault her time keeping or her work. She arrived ten minutes early every day, checked her emails to see if she had anything special, before actually starting work. Most of the other girls checked their emails after starting. If she was doing a project, I could guarantee it being finished on time. She was exemplary in all things. It was just that she dressed down, and didn't mix. This made her stand out from the others, and in a way, made her more desirable. The other girls flirted with every man in the office, including myself. But not her. She was polite, but not flirty. But nor did she get asked out on dates as the other girls frequently did. I had sat in my office, watching her, wondering what lay under the baggy clothes. Was she hiding something beautiful? Or was it as plain as she always appeared. There had to be a way to find out. I began to research her, starting with her family tree. Her parents were divorced, and, as far as I could tell, she was an only child. She had left home a few years back, and had rented the same house that she now lived in, ever since. There were no court judgements against her, and no credit black marks. She was as clean as the day she had been born. It began to niggle at me badly. There had to be a way inside her defences. She had to have a weak spot that I had not yet found. It was three weeks later, and purely by accident that I noticed something amiss. She had been stretching for a folder, and her sleeve had slipped up, for only a second, but I had spotted something. As quick as the sleeve had risen, she pulled it down again, quickly looking around the office as if guilty over something. I couldn't make out what I had seen, but it was something she didn't want others to see. I had to know what it was. It had been a bruise. But not a random bruise as if she had hit her forearm on something. It had been around, rather than on her wrist. What on earth would make that sort of bruise. A bracelet maybe? But I really couldn't see her wearing a bracelet that tight. It didn't fit with the rest of her clothing. And besides, I had not actually seen a bracelet around her wrist, just the mark. It nagged at me for days, until I was watching television one night, a cop show, and someone who was arrested argued that the cuffs were too tight. As the camera closed in, I saw the mark. The same mark. It came as a shock to me. I knew she hadn't been arrested. So how did she have the same marks as the guy on the program had? I went out the next day and bought the film on dvd. I watched it until I came to the same part, and then froze the film, zooming in to see the marks on the guy's wrist. There was no doubt in my mind. Her marks had come from a set of cuffs. But how? I knew she lived alone, and I knew she never had visitors. So who would be putting cuffs on her? It was slow to dawn on me that she had to be doing it herself. But why? II told myself I had been seeing things, but it nagged me, and I knew I needed to know if what I thought I had seen, was real. There was only one way, and it was totally against the law, but I needed to know. The next day I called in and said I would be late, as I had a meeting. Alison, who took my call, said everything in the office was fine, and I left it at that. I returned to the office later, with my purchase, and waited. The day seemed longer than ever, even though I kept myself busy. Slowly, the girls started to drift away, and I was left in the office alone. I wasn't sure I could go through with this, but I also knew I needed to know if what I had seen was real. The small camera was still in my pocket. I could hide it in the ladies toilet and no-one would see it. I wasn't interested ion what went on inside the toilet itself, but the hand basin. If she was as fastidious about her hygiene as she was about everything else, she would wash her hands after using the toilet. That was what I was after. To wash her hands, she would have to lift her sleeves a little. Hopefully, enough to give me a clear view of her wrists. She never used the toilet during working hours, so it was a safe bet she only used them during break times. I set the recorder to the times the girls took their breaks, and checked that I could see the sinks clearly. If I got caught, or if someone saw the camera, I would be in deep trouble. But that didn't matter. The need to know was greater. She had to have a kink in her armour, and perhaps this was it. The next day I took sandwiches for lunch and both of my breaks. I intended to sit in my office all day, and watch. I put the red flag on my door, which all the girls knew I was not to be disturbed for any reason. I set up the monitor and turned the camera on by remote, just to check it was working. It was. It would come on automatically at break times and lunch time, and though it did show the bottom of the toilet door, I could not see inside the toilet itself. But the view of the sink was clear. Even better than I had thought it would be. All I could do now, was wait. It was lunch time before she used the toilet. By then I knew that Emily didn't wash her hands after using the toilet, and knew to refrain if she offered me a coffee in future. But at lunch time I saw her enter the toilet room, and head for the toilet itself. I sat, and waited. This would tell me what I wanted to know, I hoped. That I could be caught didn't enter my head. I watched as she entered the toilet, and spent five minutes inside, before coming out again. To my pleasure, she headed straight for the sink, as I had always expected her to do. To wash her hands, she would have to raise her sleeves, and she did so. To my surprise I didn't see bruises, but what I did see, gave me more pleasure. Bandages. Thin ones, but enough to cover what bruises she may or may not have. And on both wrists. They were not large enough to be for any medical complaint I knew of. I guessed they were there to cover the bruising., both wrists. It had to be cuffs. But who? And why? This needed delving deeper into, but how? The answer lay somewhere else. The London office reported a problem with their largest account. No-one had been able to satisfy the owner. It needed someone special to get to work on it, and get it done. This was my opportunity. I called her to the office and told her that I needed her to go to London and sort out an account. It was too big an account to lose, and needed that little extra that she may be able to provide. I told her it would mean a weekend away, and though she wasn't happy about it, she knew she really had no choice. The weekend away was great. It would give me a chance to follow through a plan that was forming in my head. The fact that I was breaking even more laws, made it seem even more exciting. She reluctantly agreed, and on the Friday I watched her as she boarded the train. She would now be gone until Monday evening. I don't know why I needed to do this, but I did. I paid a nephew of mine, who was less than legal, to find a way to get into her house, without leaving a trace. He agreed, for two hundred pounds cash, and I arranged to meet him on the Saturday morning. Before meeting him, I bought several more cameras, such as the one I had placed in the ladies toilets, and together we moved around the back of her house, hidden from view. I didn't watch him. But a few minutes later he was inside the house, and opening the back door for me. He wanted to steal a few things, but I refused. He had been paid, and that was all he would get. I watched him leave, and then set about my task. The cameras were hidden in her bedroom, her bathroom, one in the living room, and one in the kitchen. If she were putting her handcuffs on in any of these rooms, I would get to see it. The cameras would send a remote signal to the unit I had installed at my own house, so I could watch her without being detected. Before leaving her house I made sure the back door was locked. I left through the front door, saying I would see her at the office on Monday, in case anyone saw me leaving. But there was no-one around. I drove home and checked the cameras. All four were working fine. I had good views of every room, allowing her nowhere to hide. I could enlarge the picture from any room I wished, so I could get a clear view of what she was up to. Whatever Debbie was getting up to at home, I would have it on tape. I smiled. She would never know. She arrived back at the office on Monday morning, earlier than I had expected her. She had solved the problem faster than I had thought she would, and had returned home on Sunday night. Having not expected her back, I had not had the cameras running. So anything she had got up to that night, was lost to me. But I was determined to see what she did that would cause those bruises I had seen. I waited and watched as she finally went to the toilet again, and washed her hands. The bandages were still there. Whatever she was doing, was bruising her enough to make them stay for days, if not permanently. The more I thought about it, the more intrigued I became, and the more determined to find out what her secret was. I went straight home from work and started the cameras by remote control. She was nowhere to be seen, so she had obviously not yet arrived home from work. But she did had Friday's work to catch up on, so her staying at the office was not a surprise. I sat watching the television, with on eye on the monitors, waiting patiently for her to get home. I only hoped that she didn't finish too late, and go straight to bed and sleep. Any fears I had in that direction, were totally unfounded. She arrived home a little after seven, and the camera watched as she walked through the front door, closing it behind her. Now I would find out what she got up to. But what I did see, was not what I was expecting. In fact, I would never have expected it of her in a million years. As soon as she had closed the front door, she dropped her bag to the floor and removed her coat, hanging it neatly behind the door. To my surprise, she then began to undress. She had not walked more than three feet into the house, and she was already undressing. I watched, open mouthed, as she slid the loose jumper off over her head, revealing a very nice pair of tits. Tits I had never expected to see. I always thought she wore loose clothes to hide the fact she was flat chested, but she wasn't. in fact, they were the best tits I had ever seen. Firm. And with dark nipples centred on them. But something else. Something shiny. I zoomed the camera in and sat back surprised. Through each nipple was a small silver ring. In itself, that was not too surprising, except for the fact it was Debbie. Shy Debbie. Connected to each ring was one end of a small chain, that seemed to pull her nipples towards each other. No wonder they looked form, they were held tightly by the chain. She had worn no bra, and other than the two bandages on her wrists, she was now naked from the waist up. I felt my hand fall to my cock, and began to stroke it. This was not what I expected, and I was already hard. The skirt came next. I couldn't believe my eyes as the skirt fell to the floor. Long slender legs, leading to firm thighs, and a shaven pussy. The camera zoomed in on this, and again I was taken aback by surprise. Her pussy had been pierced in several places, and I could clearly see a chain pulling both sides of it together. I didn't even realise how turned on I was, until I heard myself groan, and my cock exploded in my hands. The Debbie I was seeing now, was nothing like the Debbie I watched at work. The meek, mild, loner. She was anything but shy at home. Undressed, she then entered the main room, and I let the camera zoom out to watch her. She moved to a set of drawers on the far wall, and pulled something out of them. At first, I couldn't see what it was, but as she pulled one of her hands in front of her, I could clearly see the handcuffs. This would explain the marks, but nothing in the world could ever explain the rest of what I had seen. I saw her place one of the cuffs over her right wrist. I expected her to close it slowly, but that was not her way. With a single action, I saw the cuff slam closed, trapping her wrist. She was trying to move her fingers as best she could, but the cuff was restricting her movements a little. I knew, then, it was as tight as she could get it. No wonder she had bruises. I expected to do the same to the other wrist, but, as yet, she left it dangling, as she moved towards her computer and turned it on. I could see her check emails, and a couple of sites I couldn't make out, and then she turned the computer off, and headed for the stairs. I checked my watch, and it was the same time as I had seen her go to bed when I sat outside her house. I had no camera on the stairs, so I hoped she didn't use the second cuff before she reached the bedroom. To my delight, as she entered her bedroom the loose cuff was still hanging from her wrist. I don't know if it was my imagination, but her cuffed wrist seemed darker than the other, but then, she had tightened the cuff as much as she could, so I should not have been surprised. I watched open mouthed as Debbie moved towards the bed. I had not looked at the bed when I had set the cameras up, but had I done so, I may have got an inkling into what she was doing behind her own closed doors. Moving to a drawer in her dresser, she removed what looked like a large dildo. I wasn't sure what she was going to do with this, as the camera had shown me that she had chains across her pussy, so, surely she couldn't be putting it in there. How wrong can a man be? She sat on the side of the bed and opened her legs wide. Taking the dildo in her right hand, she used the fingers of her left hand to open the chains, spreading them, pulling at her pussy lips. I zoomed the camera in so I could see clearly what she was doing. The chain seemed to pull at her pussy lips. As she stretched a hole between the links, until she was able to get the head of the dildo through it. It must have been a good ten inches long, or so I thought, and wide. I zoomed out and focused on her face, as she started to press the dildo inside herself. Her face went through contortions of agony, as I saw her press the large dildo deeper and deeper. Surely she couldn't get it all inside her. If she did, it would be much deeper than a man's cock would ever go. I moved the camera to watch her hands, as she forced the dildo deeper. She slid it in and out, possibly to lubricate it, and then, using both hands, slammed it hard, and I watched in amazement as it went all the way in. Almost immediately, the chains across her pussy moved back to their normal positions, trapping the dildo inside her. Unless she moved the chains again, it was not coming out. Satisfied that it was inside her, she shuffled her hips a little and then stood up, and moved to a small drawer at the top of her drawer. At first I could not see what she had removed from it, but it soon became clear, as she dangled what looked like clamps in her fingers. The clamps were joined by a piece of chain, much like the chain that linked her two nipples together, but slightly longer, I watched the silent movie as she moved one of the clamps to her left nipple, teasing her nipple to stand, and then closing the clamp around it. I saw her grimace in pain as the clamp closed, but she made no attempt to remove it, but grabbed the other clamp and did the same to her right nipple. I could only imagine the pain she was feeling, as the clamps bit deep into her nipples. Now, she moved and lay on the bed. Laying on her back, her legs were wide open, as she leant forwards and pulled what looked like cuffs from under the base of the mattress. Each was fixed to the bottom corner, and I watched as she placed her left leg close to the cuff. Even before she placed the cuff around her ankle, I could see what she was going to do. Once in place, her legs would be held wide open, and she would not be able to close them. Within minutes, she had done just that. And now she pulled leather straps from under the mattress, about a third the way up from the bed. These. She fastened around her upper thighs, forcing her legs even wider. How she would sleep like this, I had no idea. It looked extremely uncomfortable. But maybe that was what she wanted.. Only when both legs were fastened, did she lay back on the bed. There was no sheet covering her, as she lay naked and exposed. I saw her move her hands towards the top of the bed, and I watched as she fingered a key that was hanging close to the centre of the head board.. there was also a metal hook fastened in the headboard, and I watched as she fed the loose end of the cuff through the hook, and lifted her free hand. If she closed the cuff around her wrist, she would be unable to release herself until she could get hold of the key. At first, I thought the key was in an easy position to find, but as I saw her start to close the cuff, I could see that only by stretching her hand as far as she could, would she reach it. Half an inch further, and she would be stuck as she was, until someone found her. Debbie I was pouring my 10th cup of coffee of the day and in the office kitchen when Debbie walked in. I glanced up at her and immediately knew something was wrong. Her face was flush and eyes were red and by her movements she was very agitated. She saw me and quickly turned to leave. Debbie was stunningly beautiful. The first time I saw her I couldn’t talk. I just stared and stuck out my hand for her to shake it. The HR director who was showing me around said, “This is Debbie, one of our accountants. Debbie, this is Ed, the new operations manager.” She smiled at me and said, “Hi.” I choked out a feeble, “Hi,” and walked on to the next office. Debbie was tall and thin with long, curly jet black hair and perfect deep brown eyes. Her tight butt, perky breasts and high cheek bones make her look like a runway model, not an accountant in a small town Minnesota. We had met 4 years ago and she still was the object of most of my daydreams. “Debbie, wait,” I called, set down the coffee pot and walking after her. She was already down the hall and stepping into the restroom when I reached the doorway. I went back to my office and continued my afternoon’s work. An hour later I called Debbie’s office. “Accounts payable, this is Debbie,” she said. “Debbie, it’s me, Ed. You looked upset earlier and I just wanted to check on you. Is everything OK?” She was silent for a moment then spoke softly, “Yeah, I’m fine. It was nothing. Sorry you saw me like that.” “Come on, Debbie, it didn’t look like ‘nothing’. What’s wrong?” I asked. “Really, Ed, I’m fine. I just get frustrated sometimes,” she said light heartedly. “I know. This place can get to you. Sometimes the stress is a bit much,” I said. “Yeah, but the drama working with all these women is just stupid. I get so mad at them for the petty bullshit attitudes.” She was upset, but suddenly remembered who she was talking to. “Oh, Ed, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t talk like that.” “That’s OK, Debbie. I understand. If you want, stop up and see me whenever you need.” I tried to speak nonchalantly. I’d gotten hard talking to her on the phone. A week went by and Debbie and I passed by each other several times. The smiles between us were a bit bigger than normal. Her smile seemed to say, “I’m embarrassed you saw me upset.” I tried to make my smile say, “Everything’s OK”, but it might have been more “I want to come on your tits while fingering your cunt.” Then came the day when I heard a knock on my door. “Come in.” Debbie opened the door. She was upset again. I stood up and asked her to shut the door and sit down. I walked around my desk and sat down next to her. “Debbie, what is it.” She stared at the floor and looked ready to burst. She had been crying again. I almost reached out and put my hand on her shoulder, but I was too busy watching her tits rise and fall as she took deep breaths. I need to work on this thoughtful and caring stuff. “I’m quitting!” she exclaimed suddenly. “They’re all a bunch of petty fucking butches! I hate them all. Fuck them, fuck this place and fuck this job!” “OK. It seems you’re mad.” I tried humor. She looked up at me and smiled, “and fuck you too! Just kidding, Ed. You’re the only one that’s nice to me. They all treat me like I’m a leper. No one will give me the time of day. They all just sit around and whisper about me. I hate them all!” “This is the ladies in Accounting I assume?” “They aren’t ladies, Ed, they are fucking bitches!” She was pissed. I nodded. I got up and sat down at my chair. I had to get away from her. Her perfume was getting me hard. That and her bouncy little tits poking out from her tight little sweater. I’m pretty sure she didn’t wear panties under the skin tight slacks she had painted on today. “Let’s settle down a bit, Debbie. So everyone is mean to you? Is it just your female coworkers in Accounting, or is it the guys in Purchasing and Sales too?” I asked calmly. “No, the women are rude and bitchy; the guys won’t even talk to me. I went to Scott’s office this morning to go over the pricing positions. We started making notes on his white board and all of a sudden he sat down and said I should put it in an email. What is wrong with me? Do I smell bad?” she said with exasperation. I chuckled. “What is so funny,” Debbie said, “and fuck you too!” She said again and started to get up. “Debbie, I’m sorry. Please sit down.” She sat down. “I think I know what is wrong. It’s not them, it’s you. More specifically, it’s the way you are.” “What the fuck are you talking about?” She was not calming down. “Debbie, let’s make a deal. I won’t tell HR about your potty mouth, and you won’t tell anyone, ever, what I’m about to say.” She stared at me for a second and then nodded. I softly told her, “I think you intimidate people, Debbie. It’s the way you look. It’s the way you smell. It’s everything about you.” “What’s wrong with the way I look?” she said. “Nothing, Debbie, that’s just it. There is nothing at all wrong with you. You are perfect.” She stared at me. “Debbie, I don’t think you understand. You can never tell anyone I said this too you, promise?” She nodded again. “Debbie, you’re dropped dead gorgeous. The first time I met you I couldn’t speak. You are so stunningly beautiful that women can’t help but be jealous of you. And men, well, men can’t think straight. I know I can’t think straight around you. There’s no blood left in my brain. That’s the only reason I’m even able to tell you any of this.” She sat back in the chair and looked around the room. She slowly looked back at me. “Really?” “Debbie, if I stood up I could prove it too you, but then I’d have no dignity left.” “If you don’t stand up right now, I know you’re lying,” she said softly. I watched her for a few seconds. My cock was as hard as it could be. I thought about the consequences, but then said, “Fuck it,” out loud and stood up. My cock was tented in my slacks a good 8 inches. Debbie shrieked and covered her eyes, I think she was playing, but I didn’t ask. “Debbie, this is what you do to guys. That’s why Scott couldn’t stand near you. You are so fucking hot that no one can resist your beauty and your charm and the way you smile, and God, I’ve got to stop or I’m going to make a mess in my pants.” That made her laugh. I sat down and adjusted myself. It was painful. Debbie watched. We sat there in silence for a while. “Ed, I’ve always been cute, but over that last 10 years I think I’ve been getting better looking. Do you really think it is affecting everyone around me?” I nodded. She was silent for a while. “What should I do?” “Well,” I said,”you could play it down a bit. Maybe wear your hair a bit less sexy, dress in looser fitting pants, stop wearing tight sweaters, stop wearing the perfume that has been invading my dreams at night, cut down on the makeup, be a bit self deprecating, make fun of how dumb you are. You know, act like someone else. Like maybe Rachel, the smelly IT girl that couldn’t get laid at that geeky IT convention everyone was talking about last year.” She smiled. “Thanks, Ed. It took a lot of courage for you to tell me this. Deep inside I think I always knew that was the problem, but I couldn’t help it.” We sat in silence for awhile. Then she said,”I’d better get back to work.” She stood up to leave, but stopped with her hand on the door. She turned around and caught me staring at her ass. She smiled and said,”Ed, you know I think you’re really cute too. But, since we’re both married, there will never be anything between us. You understand?” “Yes, Debbie, I understand.” I tried not to look too dejected but, it showed. “Ed, don’t be down. I think courage is very sexy. I won’t tell anyone what you said, I promise. I’ll try your advice. And as a reward you can stare at my chest anytime you want. Bye bye.” She slipped out the door and closed it behind her. I unzipped my pants and stroked my cock about 5 seconds and came in my hand. I had never been so turned on by anyone in my life. I wiped my hand with a tissue and started to through it away, then thought better. I smeared a dab of my come on the end of my pinky finger. I adjusted myself and went to the office kitchen. I remembered seeing a small carton of coffee creamer in there with Debbie’s name on it. No one else was in the kitchen, so I quickly opened the refrigerator door, took the lid off Debbie’s creamer and wiped my come inside the lip. Nothing would ever happen between us, but she could still drink my come. As I shut the door, Debbie walked in with her empty coffee cup. We both laughed and smiled at each other. I watched her ass as she poured some coffee, then went to the refrigerator, poured herself some creamer and took a sip. She knew I was staring at her ass, but as she took a second sip, all I could think about was my come in her mouth. She looked down and saw my cock twitch. “You should do something about that, Ed.” “I just did,” I whispered as she walked away from me down the hall. The next two days Debbie called in sick. When she returned she claimed she wasn’t feeling 100% yet, and wore baggy blouse and pants. Her hair was not as puffy, and she looked genuinely dressed down. I wanted to talk to her but she was too busy catching up from her time off. I figured she spent the two days buying a new wardrobe, and after 5 straight days of baggy clothes I knew I was correct. Finally she called me and asked if I was busy. I told her to come right up. She knocked and opened the door, came in and closed it behind her. I smiled. “Well, what do you think of the new ‘me’?” she asked, with a flirty wave of the arms. “I thought the old ‘you’ was sexier, but I can still see the inner hotness shining through,” I said. She giggled and sat down. “The big question is whether people are treating you differently?” “Yes, oh my, you wouldn’t believe the change! It’s awesome!” she said, “I can’t thank you enough, Ed.” “Does your husband like the new ‘you’?” I asked innocently. “No, but that’s OK, I don’t see him much with all the hours he puts in. Do you like the new ‘me’? She asked. “Well, to tell the truth, I still see the old ‘you’. And I still like her. A lot.” Debbie smiled and blushed, then said, “Show me.” I stood up and the old bulge in the pants was still there. “So, Ed, what do you do when you have a problem like that? “ “Now that isn’t a fair question. Women don’t have problems like this,” pointing to myself as I sat back down. “There is nothing to compare it to, not chance for reciprocity.” “Yes they do have problems like that,” blurted out Debbie. “You just can’t see it.” I smiled at this. I liked were it was going. “So, you get wet often?” Debbie nodded. “Well, what makes you wet?” I asked. “You,” was all she said. “Prove it,” I said. Debbie looked at me for a minute, then stood up and reached into her baggy slacks without unfastening them. She took a deep breath as she touched herself, and then pulled out two very wet fingers. “Is that for me,” I asked. She nodded. “You know, Debbie, I love to eat pussy.” “Hold it right there, Ed. I told you, we aren’t having sex, even oral sex,” she said with an air of finality. “I know, I know. But, I want to know how you smell, so I can imagine what it’s like to lick you?” I asked. Debbie thought for a moment and slowly nodded. I reach across the desk and took her fingers in my hand and brought them to my nose. She had the sweetest smelling pussy juice ever. Her fingers were practically dripping with sticky nectar with just a hint of tanginess. As I sniffed, I slowly opened my mouth and gently put her fingers in my mouth. She gasp as I closed my mouth around them and rolled my tongue around the finger tips. Her pussy tasted as good as it smelled. My hard on was ready to burst. After I released her fingers from my mouth Debbie smiled and said,”This isn’t far. I like to give blow jobs, but I can’t taste your sperm.” “Sure you can,” I said. “My pre-cum is already leaking out. I’ve had this boner for 10 minutes now.” I reached into my pants and rolled my index finger around the head of my cock, then slowly brought it out. My finger was slick with my come as I presented it to Debbie. She took my hand and brought my finger to her mouth. She sucked it between her lips and rolled her tongue around my finger, letting out a shallow moan. “I need more of you than that,” I said. She got up and moved away from me. “No, Ed, we can’t. We can’t touch each other’s private parts or even see each other naked. That would be cheating on my husband. We shouldn’t even be doing this,” Debbie said exasperated. “Well, what if we didn’t see or touch each other’s private parts. What if we only looked into each other’s faces?” “How,” she asked. “We could go down to the storage room where the banker’s boxes are. The last row is only one box deep between aisles. I’ll remove one box at eye level with you and we can watch each other’s faces as we come. Then we can just hand it over to the other person,” I said with a smile. She smiled back. “Let’s do it right now. I’ll go to my office. You go to the storage room. If all is clear and no one sees you, call my office from your cell and let me know its safe,” she said quickly. “Deal,” I said. We left my office and headed in different directions. No one saw me as I opened the door to the storage room and closed it behind me. I turned on the lights and looked around. I called Debbie’s office and she left for the storage room immediately. I went to the back row, removed a box from the middle of the shelf and looked across into the next aisle. The door opened and closed. I heard Debbie’s soft footsteps as she approached. She turned down the second to the last aisle and came to the open spot where I was peering through at her. I undid my belt and trousers, letting them fall to the floor. I heard Debbie do the same. We both moaned as we touched ourselves. My throbbing cock needed release and I whispered that I wouldn’t take long. She mumbled something about her being quick to. Watching her expressions as he touched herself drove me crazy. I reach into the opening and presented my free hand to her. She took it and squeezed it as her eyes rolled back in her head and her body began to tremble. It had only been a few minutes but I felt my balls tighten and I caught my ejaculate in my hand with a gasp. She giggled as we both finished. “I can’t believe I’m doing this,” she whispered. I reached my right hand into the opening with my come pooled in the palm. Debbie pulled it toward her and licked it from my hand, moaning as she went. I heard something about tasting wonderful. Then she reached her right hand into the opening and I licked her dripping fingers clean. It was heaven. Indescribable. Then she reached with her clean hand and took the remaining sperm from my right hand and covered her fingers with it. She reached down out of my line of sight and rubbed my come into her naked pussy. I took her hand still dripping with pussy juice, rubbed it into my clean hand, and them reached down and stroked my spent cock, spreading her juices all over, from the head to the balls. We both laughed as we finished. “Oh my, that was intense,” she whispered. “It’s like we had sex. Your come is inside me and my pussy juice covers your cock. If my husband eats me out when I get home, he will be eating your sperm.” “And if my wife sucks my cock tonight, she will be eating your pussy,” I whispered. “Let’s do it. See if we can get our spouses to taste what we just did.” “Deal,” she said. We finished dressing and left one at a time. The first place I went was the bathroom to wash my hands. I smelled like sex. Then I went home to get my blow job. The next morning, I was in early. My phone rang. It was Debbie. “Good morning, Ed. How was the blow job,” she asked. “Well,” I started to explain, “my wife doesn’t like to give blow jobs much and we had work to do last night and then we were both tired. To make a long story short, I washed you pussy juice off my cock this morning in the shower. It had seen no further action.” “Yeah, same with me,” Debbie said. “He worked late last night, again. I was sleep when he came home, and he didn’t try to wake me.” “Debbie,” I admitted,”If you were ever to lay beside me, neither of us would get any sleep.” “Ed, I really like you,” she whispered into the phone. “I’m so confused.” “Me too, Debbie, me too,” I whispered back. “I need some time, Ed, ”she said. “Can we just talk and leave the sex stuff alone for a while?” “OK,” I said. And talk we did. We talked when we both got to work to say “Good morning” to each other. We talked during lunch, sometimes in my office, but usually on the phone, or on a cell while one of us was out for “lunch”. We talked while we drove home. If spouses were away we talked through the evenings and on more than one occasion into the wee hours of the morning. Over the next month we told each other every detail about our lives, mainly what made us who we are, and what we felt about everything from politics to religion to music. We liked the same things. We felt the same way. We finished each other’s sentences. We connected. Deeply. But I was horny, and so was Debbie. We talked about that too. One day while Debbie and I just happened to meet in the office kitchen. We were alone. She reached into the refrigerator for her small bottle of creamer. I had placed a similar one right next to hers the evening before. She thought it was funny that I picked the same creamer, and put my initials on top, just like hers, especially since I drink my coffee black. I looked around to make sure we were alone. “Debbie,” I whispered, “could you do me a favor?” “Maybe,” she whispered. “Could you take my creamer to the restroom and top it off with your pussy juice so I can taste it anytime I want?” I begged. Debbie was shocked, but then started to smile. “Sure, if you fill mine with you come.” We traded creamers and went opposite directions to the nearest restrooms. We returned at the same time 5 minutes later, both with slightly flush faces. We exchanged creamers. I shook mine up and poured some into a coffee cup and smelled it. I the vanilla scent was strong, but there was definitely pussy juice in there. “I had most of the bottle inside my pussy 2 minutes ago. I tried to wash it off, but it may still be a bit sticky,” she whispered. She opened her bottle and looked inside. “Your come is floating on top. You didn’t shake it well.” Then she put it to you lips and took a swig. “I like your come.” Then she poured it into her coffee and left. Every day for the next two weeks I came into her bottle and she fucked herself with mine, and then let her pussy drain into it. We were perfect together, other than we weren’t together. But then it happened. Debbie called me one morning and asked if she could stop be my office. “Yes.” She came in without knocking. I stood as she walked to me and she reached her arms around me and held me tight. It was our first hug. “Ed, I’m leaving. We’re moving back home to the east coast so my husband can take over his dad’s business. I’ll be his accountant. I have a bunch of vacation saved up, so today is my last day. I’m going to tell my boss in a minute, but I wanted you to know first.” She turned and walked out. I sat down, stunned, and cried silently to myself. That afternoon I called her and asked her to come back. She entered without knocking. I walked up and locked my door. I turned to her and she met me with an embrace stronger than the earlier one. I pulled her away slightly and kissed her hard, on the mouth. Our tongues met and we were perfect together. It could have lasted forever, but it didn’t. Debbie “Debbie,” I said. “I want to see you naked, laying under me, masturbating, as I come and let my sperm drip into your pussy.” She nodded, and started to undress. Her body was perfect, exactly like I had imagined it would be. Her tight ass was smooth with a little dimple on each side. Her bush was shaved into a small triangle, exactly as she had described to me. Her breasts were small, 36B, but the nipples were hard and dark and long. She lay down in from of me and started to finger herself. I dropped my pants and stepped out of them. My cock was hard and needy. She moaned and closed her eyes when she saw it. I slowly started to stroke my cock as I watched her fingers dip in and out of your pussy. Her other hand alternated between rolling her nipples and pinching your clit. Her clit stood strong and proud. The thin lips that enclosed her hole were flush with blood and swelling. I could feel my balls tighten and got down on my knees while I continued to stroke. We often tell myself that what happened next was an accident, and act of nature. It wasn’t my decision. It was something more, drawing me downward. She was focused on my cock. Her eyes never left it. As I got closer to coming, my cock got closer and closer to Debbie’s pussy, being careful not to touch her, and she kept watching it approach. When it was about 6 inches away, I was getting close to exploding, and then it just happened. I leaned forward and just as the first stream of sperm left my cock, the head hit home between her swollen lips. She watched it happen and didn’t move. It drove forward and buried itself inside Debbie’s womb. The feeling was incredible. She was so hot and wet, it knew what it wanted and just kept going in deeper. I came so hard; over and over again the streams of come kept spewing inside Debbie’s womb. I was now laying on top her and we kissed, hard, as my cock twitched inside her, and the walls of her womb squeezed me. Our lips parted for a second and we whispered, “I love you”, together, as if from one mouth. We kissed again some more, and then the feeling slowly slipped away. I rolled off Debbie, and started to say something. She silently stopped me. We stared into each other’s eyes for a second. Then she sat up, through on her clothes and walked out, leaving me half naked on my office floor, and she didn’t look back.. I stayed in my office the rest of the day. When I knew everyone else had left the office for the day, I came out, stopped by the bathroom to pee, then I stopped by the kitchen. I opened the refrigerator and pulled out two small bottles of creamer that were still there. I threw them in the garbage. I never saw or spoke to Debbie again. Debbie & Boris: 20 Years Later This is about a cheating wife. If you don't like cheating wives, don't suffer through this. Move on to a story that depicts the type of wife you like. ---------------------------------------------- Debbie was waiting for her change at the Walmart one-hour photo service when she heard a faintly familiar voice. "Did you finally let Skip take some nude photos of you?" the voice asked. She hadn't heard it for 20 years, but she immediately recognized the voice of Boris, her husband's long lost cousin. Both Debbie and her husband, Skip, had been very close to Boris back in their early twenties. Skip and Boris had participated in a grueling local event called the quadithalon in which the participants skied, swam, biked, and ran for glory and cash. Debbie had been their cheerleader, coach, and moral support, as they trained together. She also sometimes joined them in the running and swimming training. The lithe, defined body of Debbie helped her push them in these events and sometimes she even had to hold back in the swimming in order to protect their male egos. The other effect of her fit, 5-foot body, set off by perky tits, blue eyes, and blonde hair, was to make it very difficult, indeed, for Boris to concentrate on his athletic training. Sure, she was married – and married to his own cousin, but Boris spend a lot of time trying to figure out a way to get into Debbie's pants. Lucky for him, Debbie also wanted to try out his cock at least once, and the last time she saw him, just before he disappeared from their lives to work on a pipeline in Saudi Arabia, she did just that. She had fed Boris's cock into her eager pussy, as she was talking to Skip on the phone. It was a great fuck. Boris's cock was an inch or two larger than Skip's 7-incher, and he had great lasting power. The both had cum, and both had promised each other to "do this again someday." But they never did. Boris was called away to work in Saudi Arabia, where ass was scarcer than a Baptist virgin in a whorehouse. Debbie reoriented herself to thinking about her husband, fucking him well and frequently, while he wished she would spread it around a little. Now, here was Boris again, looking really good for a 40-something and sporting the air of a guy who had been on a 20-year sex fast – which wasn't totally true but close enough for Fox News. Debbie had changed almost imperceptibly in the intervening year. She still had the slim body, and her tits looked great, too, inside her blouse. Boris mentally removed the blouse and decided that he was going to like seeing them again for real. While Boris was staring at Debbie's tits, trying to picture them uncovered, Debbie laughed and said, "Same old Boris. We've been in each other's company for exactly one minute, and you're already standing there assessing your chances of getting inside my bra." Boris reluctantly pulled his eyes away from Debbie's tits and looked her in the eye. He vividly remembered that she had been the best piece of ass he had ever had, and if he was going to get into her pants again, he'd a least have to show her a little respect. Debbie's eyes sparkled with smile, as she watched Boris try to position himself for another fuck. She would let him wonder for awhile, but she knew he would get lucky. After all, he was one of those rare breed of men who seemed to put the needs of the girl ahead of his own. That wasn't necessarily totally true, Debbie knew, because in reality, there was no such thing as a bad piece of ass for a man, and, in any event, she was completely confident that she was one of the best. So, it was a no-lose situation for Boris. It was always possible for a man to completely blow it at the last minute, through insensitivity, impatience, or stupidity, but if he didn't fuck up really bad really fast, he was going to get his piece of ass. And Debbie would get to feel that well-administered 8-inch cock in her still tight pussy, after many years of 7 inches from her husband. She loved her husband's cock, but Boris's bigger uncut cock was an exciting prospect at the moment. As Boris worked on the difficult task of keeping his eyes from dropping from Debbie's eyes to her tits, Debbie said, "Geez, it's awfully crowded around here. I'd love a little privacy where we could visit and talk about old times." Then a memory from the early years worked its way into Debbie's mind. "Say, Boris," she asked. "Do you still drive a van?" "Yes, I do," responded Boris. "And a very comfortable one, if I do say so myself." Debbie put her hand out to Boris and said,"Lead on McDuff. Let's see just how comfortable this van is." Boris self-consciously glanced down at the front of his pants to see how obvious the bulge at his crotch was getting, then he kind of pulled his butt back just a little. As quickly and inconspicuously as possible, he led Debbie to his van, which was parked at the back of the parking lot, under the only shade still falling on the lot. They climbed in and Boris started the engine and turned on the air conditioner, while Debbie looked around in appreciation. The custom van had swivel seats in the front and a sofa for a back seat that folded down into a bed. Debbie sat up straight in her seat with her legs crossed at the ankle. It made her short denim skirt gap in the front and revealed her panties underneath. She knew; she didn't care. In fact, it was what she wanted. She giggled, then gave herself a spin. As she twirled around, there was a brief pause when her back was to Boris. Then, she completed the turn and faced Boris again with her panties still showing, but she had one side of her loose-fitting blouse pulled down, revealing her low-fitting bra. Just a hint of areola glimpsed over the top of her bra. With another mischievous smile, she twirled herself again. After another brief pause, she faced Boris again. This time, her top was still down, but she had also pulled her bra completely below her tit. She giggled her tit a couple of times, then twirled around again. After another pause, she again faced Boris. This time, she had pulled her top up from the bottom and taken her bra with it. Boris looked in appreciation, as he noticed that her small but shapely tits had changed very little over the intervening years. Debbie lowered her hands and cupped her tits, as if to offer them to Boris, but as he reached, she spun around again. While her back was to Boris, she quickly pulled her top and bra off, and threw them over her shoulder, so that they hit Boris in the face. When Boris had pulled the top away from his eyes, Debbie was facing him again: this time, completely topless, her firm tits topped off a flat, trim stomach. Her panties were still showing, with the denim skirt now pulled all the way back to the tops of her thighs. Debbie reached over and grabbed Boris's hands and pulled them to her tits. He squeezed them only once before Debbie grabbed him by the head and pulled his mouth to her right tit. He got in only one lick before she pulled away and stuck her left tit in his mouth. This time, he started to suck, but the suction quickly released as she pulled away again and twirled her back to him. After another short pause, she twirled around again. Her skirt was pulled up to her waist, and she held her panties in her right hand. Boris had released his cock and it was saluting her respectfully. As Boris gaped at her glistening cunt, she hit him in the face with her panties and rubbed them all over his face. Then she took his hand in hers and pulled it toward her. Pushing all the fingers back except one, she got his finger started in her pussy, then pulled, as his finger sunk into her. "Am I ready?" She asked. Feigning uncertainty, Boris probed deeper with his finger, finger-fucked her a few times. He twisted his finger and curled it upward, catching Debbie's clit between his thumb and finger. Debbie shuddered. "Yes," I think you're ready. "You're pretty slippery." Debbie reached and grabbed Boris's cock, then bent over and gave him two deep strokes with her mouth, applying ample amounts of saliva, then she pulled away. "Now, you're ready too," she said, as she grabbed his cock like a handle and climbed toward the back seat. Without letting go, she adjusted the sofa into a bed and lay on her back. She spread her legs wide in the roomy van and pulled Boris's cock toward her waiting pussy. Boris hesitated. "What, no warmups?" he asked. "I'm warmed up. I've been hot ever since the moment I saw you in Walmart, when I decided that I was going to fuck you." She guided his cock to her entrance, pulled it in about an inch, and said, "Push now, hard! I want to feel this. Not slow, not easy. I want it fast and hard!" Boris could only do as ordered. He slammed down hard and drove his cock all the way in with one thrust. As their pelvis bones came together hard, Debbie grabbed Boris's ass and held him inside her. It was the deepest she had been penetrated since the last time Boris had fucked her, and she wanted to relish the feeling. Then, she released Boris's ass and let him go to work. He was very skilled, as she had remembered and at Debbie's urging, he pounded hard and fast. Debbie spread her legs wide, as Boris held her ankles in his hands and met him with every thrust. She knew she wouldn't last long and she didn't. After only a couple of minutes, she exploded in the best orgasm she had had in years. Boris responded to her spasms with grinding thrusts that rubbed against her clit. It was almost too much sensation for Debbie, but she embraced the extra stimulation and kept her legs wide, allowing the intense sensations to permeate her body. Finally, she grabbed Boris's ass and said, "That was great, Boris. Give me a second and I'll let you use my pussy to get off. After only a few-second respite, Debbie pushed Boris slightly away and without losing penetration, she pushed her legs tightly together and squeezed Boris's cock tightly inside her cunt. Boris brought his legs together and came back down, squeezing her legs between his. He began thrusting with long, slow strokes. Debbie squeezed his dick with her pussy, as he moved. It felt good to her, too, and Boris stroked in his own good time. With the excitement of a new fuck with a renewed relationship, Boris lasted only a few minutes before he exploded inside Debbie. They squeezed each other tightly for only a few moments before Boris pushed his chest away from Debbie and looked again, in appreciation of Debbie's small, but perfect tits. "Well, Debbie," he said. "That was as good as I remembered it. I love your tits and your attitude. You're really a great piece of ass." "Yes, I am," responded Debbie. "I'm a great piece of ass, and this time, I'm going to make sure you get more of me. This won't be a daily – or even weekly – event, but now that we've rediscovered each other, I want to be your piece of ass on a semi-regular basis. Let's just keep in touch and get together when it's convenient. I want to fuck you in my own bed sometimes when Skip is out camping or hunting." "Are you sure? In your own bed?" "Sure, Skip would love it. Trust me. I'm sure he would even like to watch." "That all sounds good to me," agreed Boris. "Will you let me take nude pictures of you sometime?" "I dunno, Boris. Knowing you, the pictures would probably wind up on the Internet." "Probably," admitted Boris. "But just think about it: thousands of guys jacking off to your naked body. Doesn't that turn you on?" Debbie was quiet for a moment. She had a job that might be in jeopardy if one of her co-workers happened across her pictures. Still, maybe some faceless pictures would work. She shrugged. "Not yet," she said. "Maybe sometime in the future, but probably not. For now, just be contented with these." She pointed at her tits. "And this." She rubbed her fingers along her wet pussy. "We ARE in a parking lot," Boris reminded Debbie. "Maybe we'd better get dressed." "By all means," said Debbie. "I have a really wet Pussy, and I want to get home to Skip before I dry up too much. He loves it when I'm warmed up and really slippery before he fucks me." She started to put on her panties, then changed her mind. It might just be fun to watch Skip's reaction when he finds her with no panties and a super slippery pussy. Debbie & I It's no secret, I love to masturbate. Usually with the aid of an erotic novel, x-rated movies or porn magazines. There was one occasion, while I was married, I masturbated while watching my ex-wife sleep. During our 7 years of marriage, our sex life was pretty boring. Missionary and the occasional Doggy style was about it. During foreplay I would often take her hand in mine and slowly massage her body. When we reached her breasts or pussy she would immediately pull her hand away. The thought of her arousing herself, while I watched, was extremely erotic to me. One evening, prior to bedtime, I brought up the subject of fantasies with her. Despite her objections I pushed ahead. "I would like to masturbate while you watch me." I said. My ex sat silent with a look of disbelief on her face. "Not only would I like you to watch," I continued, "I would love to watch you make yourself cum." To make this part of the story short, it didn't happen. Six months after my divorce, I meet a woman named Debbie. She was 36 years old, divorced as well and a mother of two boys. Debbie is 5' 4" tall, 110lbs, long blonde hair and a body that takes my breath away. We had been dating for about a month when the opportunity for sex finally came up. Not that I hadn't been thinking about it from the day we meet. We had been out to dinner and a movie earlier that evening. I was dropping her off at her house when she said. "The boys are at sleep overs with their so would you like to come in for a drink before you go home." And of course I accepted. After pouring a couple glasses of wine, Debbie came and sat beside me on the couch. We made small take about our kids, careers, likes and dislikes and current events over the next couple of hours. "Well I better be getting on my way." I said and started to stand up. Debbie reached up pulled me back beside her and kissed me. "With the kids away, I was hoping that maybe you could stay." she said. "I think that would be nice."I said pulled her close and kissed her. My mouth opened and was greeted by her tongue. I wrapped my arms around her as we continued to explore each others mouths. My hands started to caress her back while her left hand massages my thigh. We slowly fell back on the couch with me on top not once breaking the lip lock we had on each other. My leg came up between hers and I could feel the warmth of her pussy through our clothes. With my right hand I slowly started to rub Debbie's side finally reaching her breast. I could feel her nipples hardening through her blouse and bra. After breaking off our kisses, I stood up and pulled Debbie to me. With our bodies pressed together, I knew she could feel my hard cock pressing against her stomach. We kissed again and I reached down and cupped her tight little ass in my hands and squeezed. With that Debbie ground herself into me press hard on my ragging erection. Her hand slowly moved between us and through my jeans she started to massage my cock. It had been along time since I had been with a woman and I was 2 seconds from cumming. I step back and said. "I'd rather cum in you than in my pants." Debbie pulled me close and whispered in my ear. "I'm not on the pill and I hope you have a condom." My penis instantly deflated. I didn't have a condom. After telling Debbie we sat back on the couch in each others arms. "Not to worry" she said, "There are other ways we came make love to each other" Debbie put her hand down onto my lap and unzipped my jeans. Since I don't wear underwear she easily reached in and started stoking my now hardening cock. While she was stroking my cock, I started to unbutton her blouse. I could see her hard nipples through the transparent bra she had on. Pushing my hand up under her bra I cupped ans massaged her perfect B-cup breast. I was about to cum when Debbie released her grip on my throbbing cock and stood up. Standing in front of me, she removed blouse and undid her bra. Again a perfect B-cup and hard nipples that pointed skyward. She slowly undid her jeans and slide them over her hips and to the floor. White lace panties, wet at the crouch, followed. I stood up and my jeans fell to the floor. Debbie unbuttoned my shirt and slide it off my shoulders. Naked, I pulled her to me and we hugged grinding our naked bodies together. I slowly kissed her neck, shoulders, moving down to her breasts. I liked and sucked on her hard nipples and the underside of her breasts. I moved down her flat belly licking her navel and finally, dropping to my knees, I could see and smell the sweet fragrance of her hot wet pussy. I gently pushed Debbie back down onto the couch. With her legs spread, with my left hand I spread her lips and much to my delight the most beautiful erect clitoris was only inches from my tongue. I started licking her inner thighs then moving to her well trimmed bush and finally I moved my saliva saturated tongue through her lips to her clit. "Oh my god." she said thrusting her pussy into my face. My right hand had moved to my dick and I was jerking it hard as I lapped the juices cumming from Debbie's pussy. I inserted two fingers into Debbie's pussy as my tongue tickled her clit. All of a sudden her legs clamped down on my head and the was a loud, "Yes Yes Yes Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. Debbie's body went limp. My mouth was flood with her sweet nectar. I pulled myself from between her legs and kissed her. She could taste her own cum on my tongue as we kissed. As I lay beside her on the couch my right hand was still stroking my cock. Debbie looked at me and said: "I like watching you jerk your cock". Could this be my dream come true? Would she watch me jerk myself off? Would she masturbate herself while I watched? With my cock in my hand I continued to jerk. I brought my hand to my mouth and spread saliva all over it and then back to my dick. I continued to stroke and the next time I brought my hand to my mouth, for more lubricant, Debbie grabbed my hand, brought it to her mouth and licked it until it was dripping with saliva. My hand went back to my dick and my stroking became more feverous. I looked at Debbie and her right hand had gone from her mouth to her pussy. As I watched her fingering her clit my dick had become harder than it never had been before. "I'm cumming again." Debbie cried. Her hand was just a blur then suddenly she tensed up grabbed her pussy and came pushing what seemed to be buckets of secretions from her cunt. I was not far behind. With my hand stroking my cock I said: I'm going to cum." Debbie immediately put her head on my thigh and stared while I made my finale few strokes. I had not cum this strong in my life. The first 2 streams hid my belly. I then pointed my dick at Debbie and the next 2 hit her in the face. As my orgasm subsided Debbie lick the remaining drops of cum from my spent dick. We kiss and I could taste my cum on her tongue as she had tasted her cum on mine earlier. Totally spent we dropped off to sleep in each others arms. The next morning I told Debbie that watching her masturbate and cumming was a fantasy cum true. She said that she had secretly watched her ex masturbate and found it extremely erotic yet he would never do it in front of her. Before leaving in the morning, we had a bath together then sat on her bed watching each other masturbate. More to cum if I get some good feedback. Debbie and I Together Debbie and I met almost 15 years ago when she got hired at the office I worked at. We hit it off immediately. We had more than a few things in common, two of them being shopping and men, or sometimes just shopping for men. Lol. She is eight years younger than I am and really so beautiful. She was twenty-five and I was thirty-five when we met. (Okay okay... that's ten years difference but who's really counting?) I've always envied her looks and figure, she is simply gorgeous. When we got together for an evening of partying she would attract guys like bees to honey. Debbie was single at the time and I was married. When shopping together we'd hit the upper end stores and after a few times out shopping we began going into the changing rooms together. It saved stepping out of the changing room and critiquing one another's outfits. We might shift or pull or tug on each other's clothing or help remove one another's bra or re-snap it. Nothing sexual was ever thought about any of this and it's not that unusual for women to accompany another female friend into the changing room. As far as our clubbing was concerned we would chat with each other until the guys started coming over for a dance or conversation. Sometimes we would split up for a while but we'd always hook back up before the evening was over and would leave together...usually. It wasn't all that odd for her and me to fast dance together on occasions. That would really get a few guys attention. This went on for a few years with nothing unusual happening between us. About twelve years back is when things began to change. From the beginning of our friendship we would see and greet one another with a hug and a little kiss on the cheek. Again, something that is normal and accepted between friends...girlfriends that is. Then, when parting for the evening we would again hug and a small kiss on the cheek. Then after an evening out we were both a little drunk and when she dropped me off at home I leaned over to give her a hug and kiss and instead of kissing each other's cheek we kind of went straight in and kissed the other ones lips. It wasn't planned, it just happened. We giggled about it and I left. The next day when we talked on the phone she joked about me having delicious lips. We giggled some more. After that night we started giving a hug and a smooch on the lips when meeting and departing. It still felt comfortable and not unnatural at all. We planned a weekend trip to Cleveland on a weekend when my husband was going to his friends hunting camp. We had done this regularly a few times a year before this particular weekend. It was a Friday evening when we got checked into our hotel room and went out for some drinks and dancing. After an hour or so she complained about her cramps getting worse. She was going back up to the room and wanted me to stay in the lounge and party with the couple guys that were hanging with us. There was no way I wasn't going to go back up to the room and comfort her. Cramps are a BITCH. So we headed up together and she showered, came out and then I took my shower. I came out, dried my hair and sat next to her and pulled the blankets up to her chin, almost like I was tucking her in for the night. She pulled the blankets back and asked me to lie beside her for a while. I crawled into bed with her and we kinda cuddled. I smoothed her hair and told her how beautiful she looked...even with those damnable cramps that she was suffering with. She cupped the side of my head with her hand and pulled me to her and kissed me. It was only a few seconds long and we parted lips and just looked at each other for a moment...not saying a word. My hand was still on her hair and I pulled her back to me and we kissed again. This time we kissed with more intensity and passion. Our tongues went to each other's mouth and we traced one another's lips. It seemed almost in unison we each moved our hands down to the others breast. Debbie's breasts are beautiful, large and surprisingly firm for their size. Mine, on the other hand, are small... but still very firm. We broke our kiss again and stared into each other's eyes. She told me she loved me and I told her that I loved her. She slid her hand down my tummy and found my honey pot and worked it until I was moaning. She rolled me on my back and began kissing my neck and moved the kisses down to my breasts and suckled my nipples. She worked her way down my tummy using her tongue and then down to my honey pot. She licked me until I came. It was so intense and lasted longer than I thought possible. Of course, when I finally recovered, I returned the same treatment to her. She wasn't having her menstrual cramps like she had told me. She had lied to me to get me in bed. We made love again that night. We spent most of the next morning in bed, finally getting up and showering and going down for lunch. We went shopping and Saturday evening was again spent in the lounge dancing and talking with guys but she and I went back to the room together. And yes, we made love again. In college she had F2F experiences. I've never been with another woman until her. I guess I was always a bit curious about it. I now wish I hadn't waited so long. We've had many such get-togethers over the years. About four years ago she got married. We don't get together as often as we once did but we are still best friends and always try to take time for some quality love making when we can make the time. Thanks so much for reading my account of my first experience with another woman. Love, Dee xxoo Debbie and Karen One day I called Debbie because I was feeling playful. She asked me to call her back later and and when I did we arranged a call for 2 days later. I called and after I dropped my son of at the college I headed down to her house in the Galleria. When I arrived I did like I always do. I parked down the street, kind of wandered around without a sense of where I was headed until I reached her house. Then I went to the back door, open as always, and wandered about on the first floor. I made sure that I was making a bit of noise so that Debbie was aware I was there. I have never known if she watches for me, waits or what but I heard her moving from the bedroom to the kitchen. She loves the view from there. I made my way up the stairs, walking slowly, looking out the window as I went by. Prolonging this has always made Debbie even hotter, Toying with her has actually been a stimulation to me, seeing her frustration as I played with myself, only to stop and look around some more, move to a different room, etc. So my lazy ascent of her stairs was all part of the plan. I got to the top of the steps and saw her in her usual place in the corner, leaning against the counters. Shorts and a t-shirt as usual, her tanned legs nice and bright, she watched me as I did my peeking to see if anyone was there. Just walking into the living room I heard another noise. From the bedroom I thought. But she had no pet that I knew of. She had someone else there! Was it a guy? Another woman? I had no way of telling until I saw the purse on the floor by the chair. The one Deb loves to sit in and masturbate while I beat off! Oh boy...now I am nervous. Who is the other woman. Lord I hope I don't know her. The beauty of this is the relative safety in anonymity. So I slowly let my pants drop over my hips and turn around as if to show my ass out of the window, but peeking down the hall. I can see a woman, dark where Debbie is blonde peeking around the corner. I can't look directly at her since this is supposed to be a game where I am alone in the house. So I decided to check her out. I lazily walk down the hall in my briefs and demin shirt, looking left and right until I made it to the room. I paused in the doorway and listened to Debbie's footfalls, soft behind me as I entered the room. The new woman, whose name was Karen I was to find out, had retreated to a corner chair of the room. Wow this woman was quite the opposite of Debbie. Rubeunesque, this woman was younger by about 10 years. Fair complexion with a dusting of freckles, she was wearing a sleeveless button up shirt that held her large womanly frame. Now don't get me wrong. I like almost any kind of woman. Soft frames can be as enticing to firm ones to me! I made my way around the room as usual. I could hear Debbie's little intake of breath when I found the black lacy underwear she left out for me to find. Not this time Debbie. You changed the rules on me so I am not going to be following the same old script. I did pick them up, smelled them, could see the light in her eyes in the mirror, and discarded them. I decided that I would take off my briefs here. I walked towards the chair that Karen was in and she hastily got up. She had been sitting there, fingering her shirt buttons, sliding her hands across the fabric but she quickly retreated towards the other side of the room and the closet. I slowly began to pull down my underpants, not erect yet but certainly getting there. This was a turn on! Two women looking at and waiting on me! Casually flinging them onto the bed, I lifted my leg over the arm of the chair as I sat down. My fingernails played lightly across my scrotum, my cock enlarging with each pulse of my heart. I moved my hips forward to the very edge of the chair, cock erect, my hand lightly teasing its way up my shaft. Gripping it firmly I give it several pumps, squeezing it so it darkens before releasing it. An idea forms and I stand up to climb onto the bed. On all fours I lower my hips and begin to rub the tip of my cock on the satiny coverlet, legs spreads and balls hanging. Debbie moans and I see her shorts fly past my head as she kicks them off. Backing off the bed slowly, I hump the corner, legs on either side and can see that Karen in the doorway of the closet. She has unbuttoned her shirt and eased her breasts out of her bra. Grasping at herself, the other hand is caressing her pussy through the fabric of her shorts. Stopping and looking around, I decide to be even more daring. The closet door is open and I walk towards it. Forcing Karen back I look on the top shelf at Debbie's hats, shoes and other items. Karen has been forced to her knees to avoid being pressed into Debbie's clothes hanging there. I am aware of her shedding her blouse and bra just as I know Deb has moved into the chair I just vacated. Karen is looking at my cock just inches from her face. I make more moves than I need to knowing this is causing it to bob and sway as she tries to keep from looking at it. She gives in. I feel the warmth of her mouth enclose the head of my cock, her tongue exploring the opening. I spread my legs just a little and hear Debbie's first words today as she moans "yessss" as she see my balls resting on Karen's chin. Taking me completely into her mouth, she reaches 'round and spreads my ass cheeks. I just look at blouses while she plays with my ass. God she can give head. But there is more to do so I reluctantly pull away to head back in to the living room. Debbie, who until then was fingering herslf feverishly, jumped up and stood in front of me walking so slowly that I had to either touch her or stop. Arching my back I slid my cockhead along her ass crack, something that made her stop and push back. I grabbed my dick and moved it up and down along her crack, once pausing at her asshole and then teasing it away. Karen moved behind me, her soft full breasts pushing into my back as she rubbed my shoulders and arms. Slowly we made our way to the living room, Debbie to her chair and Karen on her knees next to me on the couch. Again I sit facing Debbie, legs spread wide so she can see. Karen is cupping and licking my balls while Debbie and I look straight at each other. As I pump my cock, slowly at first and then faster, Debbie's fingers disappear one by one until there are three in there, wet and shiny. The only sounds are of breathing and slurping as hands find all of our sensitive areas. Karen if fingerfucking herself while she nibbles my thigh. Debbie stands up, crosses to the couch and knees first bends over the arm of the chair. Both of her hands are now pleasing her. One is strumming that clit, engorged and inviting and the other is pistoning into her wet slit. Juices are flowing as she brings herself to climax, bucking and screaming until she slips off the couch onto the floor. Karen has stopped nibbling me as she be has obviously begun her own orgasm. Eyes closed, mouth open it almost too much for me to watch. I stand over her, furiously pumping myself now and shoot my load over her chest and neck. OH GOD.....this is good. Almost better than anything else I have imagined. Debbie sits up to watch every spurt fall. She extends a hand and plays with my cum now splashed on Karen's tit. I sink bank onto the couch, quite spent. I spend a little time recovering this time. I completely ignore Karen and Debbie chattering to each other. I get up, clean myself off and once again get my things and leave. Debbie remembered the Pepsi too! Debbie and Me Walking in the basement door after work, I heard a repetitive banging noise upstairs, directly under my bedroom. It sounded like the headboard hitting the wall, and as I listened closer, I heard the squeal of mattress coils. Damn! Not a good sign for someone who had only been married four days... ------------------- Standing at the altar in St. John's Episcopal Church, Phil Houston, my best man and friend since the third grade, adjusted his bowtie and whispered in my ear, "I give her two..." I glanced over at him. "Years?" I asked. He just stared at me. "Months?" "Weeks," he laughed. "You know, your ushers have a pool going, just in case you want any action. The over / under is twenty days." "Some friend you are..." "Bro... I luv ya man, but you have lost your fucking mind." All my friends were predicting the worst because I was about to become betrothed to Debra Anne Walinski. Debbie was, by almost anybody's definition, the most sexual woman I had ever met. She was a damn firecracker in bed, "sexual nitroglycerin" I called her, and easily the best piece of ass I had ever had. She would suck and fuck for hours on end and never quit, and to someone who rarely dated through high school and college, Debbie was a sexual epiphany. There was one caveat, however, in that Debbie was also quite sexually experienced. OK, that might be a slight understatement. In truth, she had fucked every male I knew dozens of times, but hey, it was a small town. We had fallen in love, and she swore to me that she would become a changed woman. I believe that true love changes people, and there was no doubt in my mind that we would live happily ever after. The wedding was great; however it was the first one I had ever attended where everyone laughed as the bride walked down the aisle. "What's so damn funny?" I asked Phil. "She's wearing white," he grinned. --------------- Because money was tight, we stayed local and had our honeymoon at the Inn of the Dove. In-room heart-shaped Jacuzzi and a round bed that rotated. It was a little cheesy, kind of reminded me of a seventies porn set, however, I was so busy getting my ashes repeatedly hauled, that I barely noticed anything but the stars of orgasm for two whole days. Debbie's mouth was like some type of futuristic Hoover Vacuum cleaner that George Jetson might use. She could suck the cum out of your balls with such force, I worried about bruising the back of her mouth. And her pussy? It was like having your dick massaged with a crushed velvet glove. We made sweet soft love, we fucked with rage, and the first forty eight hours of wedded bliss passed in the blink of an eye. On the drive home, I was slightly relieved that our honeymoon was over. I had cum so many times that my whole groin was completely numb, as my new bride kept pushing for "just one more time." After we got home, I finally felt a slight sensation in my left nut, and made the mistake of telling Debbie. Four minutes later she drained me again. I got back to work on Monday morning, and all the guys came by and congratulated me and wished me good luck. My life was finally set. A decent job that paid the bills and a wife to love and cherish until my last breath. -------------- I grabbed the Glock out of my desk drawer and raced up the stairs. Who the fuck would dare rape my new bride? Standing at the bedroom doorframe with the handgun pointed and the safety off, I saw this giant dark blob smothering my beautiful wife on our California king. I was about ready to pop his sorry ass when I heard Debbie scream out from underneath him, "Fuck me harder! Is that all you got?" "Sonofabitch!' I swore to myself. I pressed the safety back on and walked into the kitchen to grab a chair. I heard the twang of metal as the giant dark blob started pumping harder and it pissed me off that I was going to have to buy another mattress. Those kind of unforeseen household expenses cut into my beer and poker money. Fuck! I placed the chair by the side of the bed and sat down; trying to figure out exactly what the hell was going on. By carefully listening and observing, perhaps I could figure out what my marital future with Debbie held. Instead, the giant dark blob looked over and smirked. What an asshole! Dude is banging my wife; you'd think the least he could do is have a smile on his face and a positive attitude. "Look at that, slut! Your fuckin' white wimpy tiny-dicked cuckold is watchin' the show." "I really don't think that is a completely accurate characterization," I responded. "It's true, I am Caucasian, however, I don't believe anyone has ever considered me wimpy, or at least ever said it to my face. As for being a cuckold, until about ten minutes ago, I never knew that I was one..." "You don't know shit!" "And that tiny-dick comment is completely inaccurate. According to Masters and Johnson's published sexual anatomical research, I am in the sixtieth percentile in both length and girth." "Fuck Master Johnson and fuck you too, cracker!" Dude was pissing me off! I pulled out the Glock from my waist band and the pointed it at the giant dark blob. "What name do you want on your tombstone?" I asked in an irritated voice. "Woooooo... slow down. It's cool man. Bigger than a Vienna sausage, got it." "What's your name?" "Jamal." "Just keep plowing away, Jamal. I got a couple of questions." My wife suddenly decided to join the conversation, "Honey, you're distracting him." I ignored her. "So how did you two love birds meet? At the library? An art gallery? At a MENSA meeting?" "The bitch picked me up at the bar. Said she was lookin' for a little chocolate." "What? Did Wal-Mart suddenly lock its doors? I heard the Ebola scare might cause the production of cacao beans in the Ivory Coast to go down. The Sunday Patriot didn't mention anything about the Hershey plant closing down..." I thought out loud. "Bitch wanted some BBC." "I find that hard to believe, Jamal. My wife has a hard time understanding English accents. Plus, she usually listens to CNN if there is a natural disaster or some major news event like one of the Kardashians deciding to sleep with a white guy." "Big black cock, you asshole." "Careful Jamal... just keep dropping the hammer on her." "Fuck yeah, this bitch is tight!" "How big is your dick, Jamal?" "A foot long and thick as a Coke can." "Wow. I've never heard those dimensions before. Couldn't you say about thirty centimeters and a circumference of nine?" "Sir Cum, what? Damn straight I'm gonna bust a nut in this bitch!" "You're not wearing a condom?" The giant dark blob was really starting to piss me off. "Fuck no! All these lily white bitches want black babies. I'm gonna knock this one up." "Is that true, Debbie?" "Honey, his cock is so big I can't even think straight right now." "Well, you know, the chances of your offspring actually being black are infinitesimally small. Chances are ninety six percent that it would be a brownish to caramel color," I remembered. "Damn. I got it all up in this bitch," Jamal moaned. "Come on... Rip it up! Make me your hoe!" my wife urged him on, while actually winking at me! What a bitch! And with that encouragement, the giant dark blob rumbled like a freight train in the night. Collapsing his full weight on top, he emptied himself into her and together they quivered and moaned for what seemed like an eternity, but in reality was probably about forty five seconds. Much to my amazement, Jamal had the good sense to quickly gather up his clothes and lumber out of the bedroom, only stopping to look me in the eyes and say, "That's good pussy, man." I stared down at my wife of four days and shook my head. Debbie giggled, looking up at me innocently and said in her most sincere voice, "I'm really sorry, Honey. I know that I promised to be faithful, but I think we both know that probably wasn't realistic..." "Yeah, I know..." I said dejectedly. "If it means anything to you right now, I want you to know that I really do love you." "Yeah, I know..." "Will you forgive me?" "I don't think I can, Debbie." "What do you mean?" "I'm divorcing you." "Divorce? For one little indiscretion?" "I'm not divorcing you because you cheated, Deb. No... I'm divorcing you because you fucked a cliché." "Huh?" "You could've screwed a Peruvian pole vaulter, a Latvian lumberjack, a Bulgarian bodybuilder, a Scottish sheep herder, a Siberian steeplechaser, a Finnish fisherman, a Barcelonian bullfighter or a Japanese sushi chef." "You could have screwed any of those guys and I might have been able to get past it, because that really would have been unique and different for you. In some strange way I might have understood you being curious about something you've never tried, however, you showed absolutely zero imagination by screwing a black guy with a big dick, and I simply won't remain married to a woman who has such little creativity in bed." "Now get the fuck out!" Debbie & Ned: Epilogue Ned's mother and father were curled up on the living room couch to watch the latest chick flick. But in truth, both were thinking about Debbie, though only one of them knew it. That one spoke up quietly. "You know," said Ned's mother, "I was a little worried about you going over to Debbie's tonight." "Oh, Ned's alright, Debbie loves him, that's for sure, but he knows he has some growing up to do before he gets into a serious relationship." "Men and your egos, it's all about You!" She punched him ever so lightly on the shoulder, but for some reason it hurt horrifically for an instant. "I know Ned is all right. Just like Debbie knows that she would have to kill me before she did anything to him." Her husband looked down at his sweet, loving, beautiful wife with surprise, but he didn't say anything. "No, I was worried about you. I was afraid that you would come back with a broken heart or a broken neck." "Well Debbie is an attractive, vivacious woman, but not nearly as special as the woman I married." "You got that right buster," she laughed. They sat together in silence for awhile until she looked up at him with a small question in her eyes. "She didn't draw her swords for or against you?" "No, but how did you know about the swords?" His wife looked at him stony-faced. "Promise me you won't move a muscle for the the next hour," she whispered. "Sure, of course, " he said in confusion. She grimaced as she rolled up her sleeves. "Do you remember these freckles?" He nodded, thinking of their early romance. He used to call her "My little druggie," which caused her to throw pillows and sometimes even paperback books dangerously close to his head. "Well you were right, more right than you knew." She looked away and began to cry. Her husband started to reach for her. "Stop," she whispered, "Let me talk." He leaned back into the couch and tried to breath through his confusion. She continued in a low, ferocious whisper. "On Wednesday nights, I would go to my women's self defence class." She paused. Our instructor was a tough little marine named Deborah." She turned and looked him straight in the eye. "Deborah... Veronica... Starr." He could only stare, mouth suddenly dry, an understanding dawning slowly through a thick grey fog. "After class we would go out for ginseng coolers and all that crap. I would step outside the coffee house and score some smack. One day Dee, Debbie, found out." "That was the night you came home saying that someone tried to rob you," her husband said. She nodded. "I wasn't lying either. But it was Debbie trying to steal my high." She grinned ruefully. "I never saw her again after that, until she came waltzing into our lives 10 years ago." She smiled, taking her husband's hand and kissing his palm gently. "I kicked the habit because of her, because of both of you, all of you." "At first, I wanted to provethat I didn't need her help to get well. Then I wanted to prove myself worthy of you. Boy it was hard." "You should have told me," he whispered in awe. "If wishes were fishes..." "I would become a sushi chef," he finished, laughing. She grinned and kissed him lightly on the lips. "I lost control once, and nearly lost you." He nodded, remembering that horrendous week. "Worst nights of my life," he muttered. She grimaced, "That's an understatement. But when I found out a year later that Ned was on the way, the cravings stopped." "You lost weight..." "You don't know the half of it." "Martial arts?" he asked. "What do you think I was doing every day between 8 and 10, having tea with the ladies?" "Wow. And now?" "Just me and Debbie, once or twice a week." "With the swords?" "She always uses the Katana, the longer sword. I use a kitchen knife." "You always were practical," he laughed as she grinned at him. "Do you know any good teachers for a poor, henpecked husband like me?" "Our sensei teaches at the YMCA across town. He would welcome two men to his Dojo." "No lessons from loved ones?" "Let's keep the fighting separate from the loving, buster. At least for now. Besides, you guys need something to do together now that little league has lost its luster." "Agreed Master," he said, with an exaggerated bow of his head. Debbie And The Training Course Debbie works for a firm of accountants in York, she has been there for seven years now and has forged up some good friendships both female and male during that period. She has also attended numerous training courses some of which were residential staying in first class hotels and recently she was away for two nights on yet another course, something to do with tax laws and money laundering, real boring stuff but necessary in her job. On that occasion she went with three others from her company. There was Angie, a new member of staff who Debbie did not know too well and two juniors, Carl and Mark, who were best mates both in and out of work. Angie was semi retired and looked to be aged about sixty but she had a lovely manner to her and everybody liked her. Carl was twenty two years old and Mark twenty four, they were always having a laugh and never stopped talking about girls. They had recently returned from Ibiza and boasted to anyone who would listen about their exploits. Just last week Carl showed Debbie his newly acquired tattoo, a full sleeve of it to add to the others he had. He once even pulled his pants down to just above his manhood so he could show her the dragon he had a few inches below his naval, Debbie was not offended by the familiarity because he was just like that with everyone else and he was after all, still just a big boy really. Mark was much the same only a little older. He also loved his tattoos, girls and partying and he loved older women. Let me tell you a bit about Debbie at this point. She is forty six years old but looks a little younger. She has short reddish hair and a lovely figure, curvy hips and a pert bottom. Her boobs are not big but she is quite happy with them. She considers herself a very professional person and dress's accordingly. Nails always painted and impeccable. Heels and dresses all the time. She knows she looks well for her age and delights in it but always knows where to draw the line and will flirt but only to a point. She is happily married with two teenage daughters and has never been unfaithful to her husband, they have been married for twenty years. So as I was saying she recently went away to Newcastle for a three day course and stayed at the Holiday Inn some five miles from the training complex. On day one, the Tuesday, Debbie went straight to the complex and met her three colleagues there. The course started at 10.30 am and went on until 5.30 after which they all made their way to the hotel and agreed to meet in the bar at eight o clock so they could eat together. Debbie booked in to her room and unpacked her case. She hung her dress hanger in the wardrobe and stripped off her days clothes then jumped into the shower, she loved showering and many times she would soap herself in intimate places, especially when she was in a hotel, it always made her feel a little horny, like most people she guessed. Half way through her shower she was aware of the phone ringing so she got out and answered it while patting herself with a towel. It was Carl. He apologised for ringing and asked if she had brought any toothpaste as he had forgotten his, she said she had and he agreed to come to her room and collect it. Debbie quickly dried herself but the knock came on the door much sooner than she was expecting, Carl's room was only down the corridor. She shouted him to hang on and wrapped herself in the hotels bath towel, it was not very large but would do she thought. She opened the door and told Carl to come in while she went and got the toothpaste. He apologised again and said even Mark had not brought any and as they were sharing their room could they both use it. Debbie laughed and told him to keep it. She handed it to him and then became aware that the towel she was covering up with was gaping at the bottom because Carl's eyes briefly flashed downwards. He looked at her and smiled with a cheeky wink. She blushed then playfully slapped him on his arm and told him to get out. Carl pushed it and asked if there was anything she needed doing, it was his way and she knew that. She told him no and to get out. He laughed as he left and said he would see her downstairs for dinner in an hour. Debbie made sure the door was latched shut then dropped the towel and laid on the bed naked. "Why do hotels always make me feel horny?" she wondered. She closed her eyes and drifted into a sexual fantasy about Carl. Before too long she was fingering herself, it felt wrong thinking about this lad who was young enough to be her son but she persisted anyway. She stopped short of an orgasm though and got up and began to ready herself for the meal. An hour later she was ready, she was wearing a flowery dress which nipped in at the waist and flowed outwards to its end just above her knees. It was not low cut but would gape a little when she bent over, that was fine she thought. She wore pink stilettos but no tights or stockings as her legs were still brown from the sunbathing she did in her garden. She wore a very feminine lace bra which cupped her 34b breasts perfectly. Covering her hairless girlie region was her usual thong, she never worn anything but. This one was pink and quite see through. it was hemmed in a dark red and, in the right light, could be seen through her dress. She sprayed her perfume on, grabbed her clutch bag, pink like her shoes, and headed out to the lifts. The other three were already in the bar when Debbie arrived and Mark had got the round in, he had bought Debbie a glass of Chardonnay which she was delighted with. They all sat around a table and studied the menu taken from the hotel restaurant nearby. They chatted away and the lads topped up everyone's drinks then they went through and settled down for their dinners. After much eating and dinking, laughing and joking they left the restaurant and agreed to go out to a local wine bar which was close by. It was more like a night club to be honest with very loud music and not many seats but they had managed to get sat down in a corner on them cheap leather circular benches. The lights were down low and there was a small dance floor with a handful of people on. After half an hour or so Angie said she was tired and was going back to get some sleep, Mark very nobly offered to walk her back as he was off too and shouted to Carl to not make a noise when he got back as he needs his sleep also, he then whispered into his mates ear and they both grinned and touched fists. Mark and Angie made their goodnights and left. Carl got up close to Debbie's ear and said he was getting the drinks in again, Debbie put her hand on his shoulder and said into his ear to not get her one as she was already a little bit tipsy. As he got up she breathed in his aftershave, it was really nice she thought and she made a mental note to find out what it was so she could get some for her husband. As the dance floor was filling up the music seemed to get even louder and more people were coming in, just as she thought about getting back to the hotel Carl returned with drinks in hand. Debbie told him off and said this would have to be her last as she wanted a clear head for the morning, they continued chatting by speaking closely into each others ears. At one point Carl leaned into Debbie too much and he had to rest his hand on her thigh to stop falling on her. He apologised but left his hand there for way longer than he should. Debbie seemed happy though so no matter. The time was closing in on eleven when Carl asked Debbie to get up and dance. Debbie declined but Carl, who was now quite drunk, would not take no for an answer and pulled on her arm. She stood up and in a flash Carl had wrapped his right arm around her waist while still clinging on to his pint with his left. He stooped and put the drink down then led her side by side onto the dance floor. It was very lively now and space was not easy to find. They danced a while to a fast beat and Debbie was rather enjoying herself. She like dancing and the drink was certainly removing her usual inhibitions. Then, after just a few minutes, a slower paced song came on and Carl immediately stepped up close and put both his hands around Debbie's waist, he said into her ear how he loved this song and then began to sway from side to side to the beat while all the time holding her just above her bottom. Debbie decided to go along with the smooch at least for a short while and placed both her hands on his shoulders. She felt Carl slowly pull her towards him as they swayed together, she felt his breath on her neck and she felt his manhood growing down below as he pushed it against her stomach. She seriously wanted to stop it and call it a night but the fact was that she liked it too much. A few minutes later and Carl was getting very close now, he kissed her neck and as he did his hands slid down and rested on her bottom. She felt his fingers beginning to grip her, she really liked it but she asked him to knock it off. He said something in jest and moved his hands back to her waist. They carried on dancing for a little while then Debbie said she really needed to get back to the hotel. Carl reluctantly agreed and they walked back together. The hotel lobby was still quite busy as they got into the lift. The doors closed and Debbie pushed the button for the third floor. Carl joked about the night still being young and asked if she wanted to go to his room for coffee. They both laughed at how cheesy that had sounded. Debbie said she probably would have had a quick last drink but pointed out that Mark would be in there asleep so she was off straight to bed. Carl was having none of it and once again put his arm around her and led her down the corridor. He said Mark would be fast asleep now so all would be fine if they kept quiet. Debbie declined and as they passed Carls door she said she was off to bed. Carl made one last effort to get her into his room, he pulled her close and snuggled his face into her neck below her ear. He then slid down onto his knees and took both her hands in his and began to jokingly beg. At this point a couple came out of a room some dozen doors away and headed towards them, Debbie felt embarrassed with Carl still on his knees so she told Carl to get up and get in quickly, she would have one quick drink then she was off. Carl slid the key card into the slot and they both disappeared inside. The room was very dimly lit by the light filtering in through the heavy curtains and Debbie's first impression was the smell of aftershave and men's toiletries. It was an agreeable smell though. Carl had pushed the door closed and was standing in the little porch that led off to the shower room to the left or straight on to the rooms lounge come bedroom. Debbie had her back towards the door. They both stood quite still for a few seconds then Carl moved to her and cupped her head in his hands, he then kissed her firmly on the lips. The kiss was reciprocated and Debbie's mouth opened just a little to taste his lapping tongue. Somewhere between getting out of the lift and arriving at his door she had decided she was going to let him fuck her and now it was going to happen. His hands left her face and slid down her rear until once again they were gripping her bottom. This time she did not complain, she just let him continue. He pulled her bottom into him and she felt him grow again. She felt him push in and out as a man does when he is sexually aroused, it felt enormous. Then his hands were under her dress at the back and squeezing her naked bottom. His fingers pushing her thong aside and feeling deep under her and between her slightly parted legs. She arched her back a little to accept them fingers into her wetness, he slid them into her and she gulped at his eagerness. All the time his hips were moving back and forth as he pushed his ever increasing cock against her tummy. They kissed passionately and licked at each others mouths and tongues, gently biting lips and constantly exploring each other. Debbie's head was exploding, she wanted everything he had. She let her hand trace down his shirt and passed his belt. She stopped when her fingers touched his now fully erect cock. It was very, very big she thought. She liked that a lot. Carl now began to unzip her dress at the back, one long pull and it was completely undone. He reached up and pulled off the dress from her shoulders then pulled it down over her arms until it dropped to the floor. In an instant he had undone her bra and that too had dropped to the floor. Debbie continued to fondle his cock end through his pants. She was now naked but for her thong and her pink shoes. The room was a little lighter now that their eyes had grown accustomed to it but not that much. Carl undid his belt and pants and let them also fall to the floor, Debbie was unbuttoning his shirt while they continued to kiss and fondle each other. She felt Carls hands on her breasts, squeezing then stroking then squeezing again. Then he knelt down again and began to kiss her stomach while he gripped her bottom, his tongue getting ever lower until, in one move, he thumbed her thong to one side and slid his tongue into her slit and up to her clit, he sucked in all that skin and lapped away at her in a mad frenzy. Debbie ran her fingers through his short dark hair and came to an orgasm as she pressed his head onto her pussy, he never stopped sucking and licking. She could barely still stand and her head continued to explode, she moaned loudly as he carried on licking. She pulled him up and began to kiss and eat his mouth while she was still cumming, now she knelt down her back still against the door and with both hands yanked down his boxers, his huge cock flopped out almost hitting her in the face. She took it in her right hand while rubbing her clit with her left. She wanked him vigorously right in front of her face. Carl was moaning in ecstasy as she licked and sucked the big end. He felt her teeth chew at it, he felt her tongue drawing circles around the slit, he felt his precum dribbling onto her face. He held the back of her head with both hands and gently fucked her mouth, she gagged on a number of occasions as he thrust it too far down her throat. It did not stop him though, he was far too excited now. Then, as he thrust in and out, in and out, she was rewarded with a spurt of hot cum deep into the back of her mouth. She pulled her head back and watched his pulsing volcano erupt. Carl was groaning and growling as his cum covered Debbie's face. She still held his cock and it continued to pulse every few seconds with more creamy cum, she was like a woman possessed, licking it off his bell end and continually sucking and biting it, she loved feeling it pulse while it was in her mouth. After a couple more minutes they both walked into the room proper and Debbie saw the twin beds. In the dim light she could make out Mark who was laid on the nearest bed on his side facing away from them. Carl gingerly led her around Marks bed and laid her on his. She whispered to Carl about Mark and how she hoped he was asleep, Carl told her not to worry and proceeded to fondle Debbie's boobs as she lay next to him propped up on one elbow. Carl had got in bed on the side away from Mark and was already rubbing himself against her. Debbie now had her back to Carl and was facing Mark. She found it strangely sexy that if Mark opened his eyes right now he would see her completely naked looking back at him not more than two feet away with his mates hands all over her boobs. Carl in the meantime had pulled back the curtain which was right next to him and the room was now filled with a little more light. Debbie reached her hand down behind her and took hold of Carls cock, it was a little soft but still huge. She wanted it inside her now so she spun around and began to wank him gently. It did not take long for his cock to become rock hard again and Debbie climbed on top of him and guided his cock into position. She relaxed onto it and he began to push upwards. Now it seemed even bigger as inch by thick inch it worked its way inside her tight wet hole. Finally she had it all in and then she began to ride him. Slowly at first then fast then slow again. She sat up straight then arched her back as Carl fondled her boobs, she rubbed her clit as she rode him and within minutes she was on the verge of coming again. It felt fantastic and she savoured every second, playing with him. She would lean forward and kiss him very passionately, biting his lips and his neck, she even gave him a love bite. Debbie was on the verge of cumming when, completely without warning, she felt a third hand touching her. She looked to her left and there was Mark, cock in hand, stroking her thigh. She could see his big grin in the window light and his even bigger cock. Panic kicked in and she pushed Mark's hand away but he just laughed and put it back. She looked at Carl and he was looking at Mark, the both of them smiling like Cheshire Cats, was this planned? The sneaky bastards. Mark slid over so that he could reach Debbie's pussy which was still sat on Carl's cock. He licked his three longest fingers and began to gently rub her clit. It felt fucking fantastic so she carried on riding Carl while Mark carried on playing with her pussy. She could feel Mark's fingers touch Carl's cock every so often, she wondered if they might be more than just friends but did not care either way, she just found it incredibly erotic. Within minutes Mark had stood up at the side of the bed, totally naked with an even bigger cock than Carl's. He began to run his fingers through Debbie's hair clearly encouraging her to suck him off. Debbie was on cloud nine now, she could not believe what she was doing, what she was letting these two lads do but she was not going to stop, not yet anyhow. She smiled as she grabbed Mark's cock and then she licked its end. Once it was wet with her saliva she took it into her mouth and sucked and sucked and sucked. It tasted delicious. As she sucked and wanked Mark Carl was still pushing his hips up and down, trying to ram her with his tool, Debbie continued to ride him until she reached a mind blowing, body shattering orgasm. She screamed and screamed as the two guys grabbed and groped at her. Then she pulled herself off Carl and pushed Mark onto his bed and onto his back. She practically jumped into the air to get over his massive erection then, with the wettest pussy she had ever had, slid onto it and let it ease deep inside. She would later play with herself and think about this moment more than any other, straight off one boys cock, straight onto another boys cock. What a turn on! She fucked Mark until he began to cum at which point Carl had stood next to her so the roles were totally reversed, this time she was sucking Carl while Mark was penetrating her. Mark began to cum and pulled out his cock just in time to shower her boobs and belly, as he was cumming she was rubbing her hands in all that young cream and then licking it off insatiably. It was the dirtiest, whore like thing she had ever done and it felt amazing. She flipped over onto Carls bed and Mark pushed his bed right next to Carl's. Then they both lay next to her one on each side and gently stroked her soft, hot skin. She took hold of both their cocks and gently wanked them as she lay on her back and they continued to fondle her. It was the sexiest moment of her life. Soon after Debbie got up and picked up her dress from the floor along with her bra, when she could find it and her shoes. She made her way to the bathroom and got dressed. Looking in the mirror she found herself smiling. She had never done that before, not even got close yet there she was, a married forty something with two strapping young men naked on the bed she had just left. It felt incredibly wrong and she did fight her conscience over the weeks ahead but her man never would find out and what he never knew would not hurt him. She straightened up her hair and came back into the bedroom. Carl and Mark still lay there, not asleep, they were talking quietly. She walked over and sat on the edge of the nearest bed, then she reached over and kissed both of them in turn on the lips. Debbie And The Training Course "I need some sleep now so I am going" she said softly and with that she got up and left closing the door behind her. As she walked the short distance to her room she passed a porter who was collecting shoes for polishing. He tipped his hat to her and wished her good night. For just a moment she had the most wicked thought as she looked at the handsome man before her in his smart uniform. Then it passed and she entered her room and sank onto her bed. She was beginning to wonder what kind of woman she was becoming, how had she allowed tonight to happen and could she live with herself like this. She had drunk from the cup of temptation and its taste was intoxicating, she would drink from it again, of that there was no doubt. Debbie Asks Me for a Favor So one day I go over to Debbie's house for some fun, her parents were away, but when I arrive she is apologizing to me because she just got a call to interview for a job and she really has to go. I was disappointed but so it goes then Debbie says, "Hey Todd the day's not a total loss my sister Donna hasn't gotten laid since she broke up with her boyfriend like three months ago so could you give it to her?" I had met Donna, who is four years older than Debbie and me, and after I got around the idea of getting passed over to Debbie's sister Donna came into the room. To say the least Donna is impressive, short straight brown hair just like Debbie and not to be mean slightly prettier not to mention 6 feet tall, 225 pounds and damn she's built. I quietly asked Debbie, "Is that what you want?" Debbie kissed me and said, "Hey if I can't trust you with my sister right? And you're good enough for me the least I can do is let my sister have some fun with you, and I'm sure you'll enjoy yourself." So I said to Donna, "Well it looks like we've got a date." She slapped Debbie on the ass and said, "I won't wear him out, he's a good strong boy." Then as Debbie turned to leave Donna came over to me squatted down and lifted me onto her shoulder in a fireman's carry and carried me and my 205 pounds up the stairs to the attic where Debbie and Donna's bedrooms are. I was not only stunned but excited and in awe of Donna's strength and thought that Donna must really need to get some action. Donna dumped me on my back on the bed and took her blouse off, "Well get those britches off Todd there's no point wasting time on seduction we both want it." So I got my clothes off quick and saw a naked Donna standing next to the bed. I got a lump in my throat seeing Donna my height and 20 pounds on me and thicker than I am everywhere. Broad shoulders, big tits, a generous roll around her belly, wide hips and thick solid thighs, I thought to myself 'damn she's built'. Then Donna climbed on top of me in a 69 position and we went at it. I was munching Donna's muff as she sucked my dick, I thought about wrapping my legs around her head and locking my ankles but if she didn't care for that Donna might break something of mine. I was caressing Donna's big butt and solid thighs while she teased the backs of my thighs running her fingernails along the length of them, a favor I returned. I was doing my best pussy licking and it did get Donna off but it was hard to concentrate on anything while Donna was doing an incredible job of sucking my dick. She was sliding the length of my 9 inches between her lips, sucking hard as she pulled back and jiggling my balls in her hands, it was awesome. I held out as long as I could but finally I shot my load which Donna eagerly swallowed. Damn she's something else. After I came Donna kissed the head of cock then spun around to sit on my chest and slid forward so that I could resume eating her pussy. "That's a sweet piece of meat there Todd, it will come back soon enough but you're pretty good with that tongue too so let's just have a go at this for a while." So I got back to licking Donna's pussy. I also resumed groping and squeezing Donna's big butt and while she massaged her fat tits and was getting off Donna said, "You do like the butt don't you Todd? Well I do enjoy being with a man who likes butt because I've got plenty of what you like and I'll just bet you know how to enjoy the big ass." I would have answered if my head wasn't encased between Donna's massive thighs and my tongue wasn't buried in her pussy so I just slapped both of her fat butt cheeks and kept at it and I'm sure Donna got the message. After she had cum more than once from my oral efforts Donna climbed off of me and knelt alongside of me. Donna leaned down to kiss me and I put my arms around her huge chest rubbing her back while she reached down to stroke my already responding cock to full attention. With me hard again Donna climbed off the bed and pulled me up by the arm saying, "OK Todd you're a nice big boy so I think you'll do nicely doing it standing up." After we rolled a condom on my cock Donna pulled me along by the dick until her back was against the wall. Spreading her legs Donna guided my cock into her pussy and we got to it. With a hand on each of her wide hips I was pumping my cock into Donna's pussy good and hard, fortunately the wall was up to the pounding her ass was giving it. And even then some when Donna grabbed my ass with both hands and pulled me into her even harder. This was a first for me but I was giving it my all and I was barely keeping up as Donna was fucking me even harder than I was her. I was humping into Donna as hard as I could, and with her pulling me into her with her strong arms I was really banging her ass against the wall. Finally I was ready to cum so I wrapped my arms around Donna and leaned forward pushing her into the wall as I shot my load. She kept her powerful bear hug on me pulling me by the ass closer to her body and sighed as we enjoyed the finish of one awesome fuck. Donna kissed me and said, "Damn Todd you know how to stick it to a woman good." Then Donna grabbed my ass with both hands, lifted me up onto my toes and half carried and walked me back to the bed where we fell with me on my back and Donna on top of me. "Now I'm going to shock the hell out of you." That made me a little nervous until Donna said, "We're going to cuddle for a while yeah all girlie like. I love to just be held, in between getting my brains fucked out." So for quite a while Donna snuggled her big body on top of me and I gently rubbed her head and back. As we layed there I was thinking big, hard and powerful on the outside soft, sweet and sexy on the inside. You can't judge and powerhouse woman by size alone. All the tender contact had an effect on me, namely I was getting hard which in our close position was easy for Donna to notice. She slid down my body and took her time sucking my cock back to life and once it was hard she rolled a condom on it and said, "Now that you're ready for action are you up for some doggy style Todd?" Well as long as I was able to get it up I was ready to give it to Donna any way she wanted it, "I'll give it a shot however you want it Donna." I answered. Donna then positioned herself on her hands and knees in the center of the bed and I climbed up behind her. I firmly rubbed her big butt with both hands Donna said, "You've got to really pound that ass hard so I know you're back there Todd, I need the big dog fuck not some wimpy puppy riding me." I slapped her ass hard and replied, "Bang the big one for all I'm worth Donna." She laughed and said, "Show me you're man enough for my ass Todd." That's when I slipped my cock into Donna's pussy and grabbing her by the hips pumped it into her. I was bumping my belly hard against Donna's big butt and she was getting off on it. It was awesome to be banging a woman who was so big and solidly built but it was also draining to try and hold onto Donna. I was getting a little winded and Donna was breathing pretty heavy so I changed my tactics. Pushing my cock to the balls into Donna's pussy I leaned forward putting my arms around her thick body and took a fat tit in each hand. Then I gently pushed forward so we were rocking together. Donna quickly got into it rocking with me a little faster and in short order was pulling me more than I was pushing her. The more I squeezed her tits the faster Donna moved until we were really moving that's when Donna had a massive orgasm and pitched forward face down on the bed with me laying on her back. Donna turned her head and said, "There's some lube in the drawer next to the bed grease up the back door and stick it to me Todd. You're man enough to bang my ass you proved that." So there I was with a hard on and a woman wanting it so I did as instructed then after helping Donna up on her knees spread her thick legs and took aim at her back door. I'm no butt fuck expert having only done it once and never with Debbie but I poked my cock into Donna's ass and taking a hip in each hand started pumping. Man what an experience, Donna's ass was so tight and she was pushing back at me so I had to work to hold her in place. I was working my cock deeper into her ass until I was going all the way in and slamming into her big butt with every stroke. We got into a rhythm as Donna really got off as I pounded against her from behind. Finally I couldn't hold back and pushed my cock in all the way and shot my load. Donna pitched forward face down on the bed as worn out as I was. When I began rubbing her back Donna said, "Just lay down on my back and hold me Todd." It sounded good to me so I eased myself down and layed on top of Donna. Once I was settled in place with my cock safely wedged between Donna's big butt cheeks she asked, "Can you reach around and get your hands under me to hold onto my tits that would feel so good right now." Well I had no problem with that and hugged Donna with each hand full of her fat jugs. And we both fell asleep. After about an hour of hugging and snuggling Donna stroked my cock hard once again and I fucked her in the traditional missionary position. If you call having the most powerful pair of thighs you've ever known wrapped around your waist until you cum traditional. I had certainly never fucked sisters before and naturally never at one's request but I was sure sticking with Debbie and this wouldn't be my last encounter with Donna and maybe not the best but the first was memorable for sure. Debbie at a College house party This is a story as told to me by my wife Debbie, about one of her college experiences. A little background Debbie grew up in a small western town where everybody knows everybody and nothing is a secret. Debbie was cute girl of average looks and above average body, standing all of 5 feet 7 inches and weighting a petite 125, her 36c breast made her body have curves to die for. However physically gifted Debbie was far from a fast girl in high school even after she turned 18 and worked a year at her father's store before going to off to a out of state college. Debbie never went wild or stayed out all night as some guys and gals do when they reach their early adult years. Debbie wasn't a virgin when she arrived at her medium sized California University; she'd had sex with her long time boyfriend all of two times and those times combined may have lasted 3 minutes. Debbie arrived to campus in her little red V.W. Jetta, allowing her long blond hair to blow in the wind as she drove with the windows down enjoying the warm August day. She was a little home sick and missed her boyfriend, who decided not to go off to college instead to wait on her and work on his family's farm. But the home sick feeling would soon fade fast away as Debbie settled in with her new roommate Jenny an 18 year old just as hott party girl from Los Angles. Jenny helped Debbie open up and enjoy being away from home, which she really liked. But the most noticeable change was the clothes Jenny introduced Debbie to and bought her as a gift with her daddy's credit cards. Soon Debbie was strolling around campus is short little skirts, tight short, low cut jeans and equally sexy tops to match. This particular night Debbie had gotten out of class early and was in the mood to party, it was Thursday so the school was in its prep rally mode for the next night's football game. Debbie was getting dressed and it was only 930pm, Jenny told Debbie that it would be at least an hour and half before they could leave, she had to finish up a paper. Debbie was already dressed wearing a very short loose fitting black mini skirt with fairly tight black and white top just low cut with enough cleavage was nicely on display, due to the California heat Debbie didn't wear a bra but did wear a cute almost shiny thong. Her hair was slightly curled laying on her shoulders, complimented by a smooth coat of soft red lipstick on her full lips and all this sexiness the was set up high on a cute pair of 3 inch black heels with little wraps around the ankle. After hearing Jenny's statement Debbie pouted she wanted to go now. Jenny stated she had to do the work why don't go down the hall and chat with some of the girls for a little while till she was done. Debbie stated that she heard of this off the hook house party going on at the big house and wanted to go. Jenny just replied whatever I have to study. Debbie took that as her queue and stated to Jenny she'd see her there, she was going ahead and off she went. Debbie arrived at the big house about 1015pm after stopping and trying to pick up another girl who had work to do also, so Debbie was solo for a while. Once at the house party she had a couple shots to catch up with the party and started dancing right away. Debbie really didn't notice she was only like one of 5 or 6 girls is this house party of like 15 or 20 guys, but she knew she was by far the hottest. Debbie continued dancing with no shortage of will partners bumping grinding, shaking her assets occasionally making her skirt flip up a little revealing her sexy smoothing lightly tanned thighs and if positioned just right a nice view of her sexy black thong. Debbie danced and continued drinking for about a solid hour gaining the particular interest of a football player looking young black guy about 6' 2'' 230lbs thick and solid with muscle, he would dance with Debbie then wonder off and return, during one of his returns while another guy grinding against her ass this caused her to stumble and almost fall, only to be caught by the young football player. He picked Debbie up and spoke in her ear lets go some place more quiet and get you a drink so this guys can cool off you have them too hot. Debbie giggled smiled and said ok; he got two more drinks and escorted her down a set of stairs to a fairly dim lit but nicely finished basement. The music could still be heard but much softer and it was a cooler place. He introduced himself as Damon a junior at the college studying art and playing football. Debbie introduced herself as a 19 and half year old freshman from a small farm town, Damon smiled Debbie and was enjoying the drinks still dancing swaying and up on rubbing Damon. Damon danced with Debbie a bit slower than earlier holding on to her close feeling her firm ass. Damon then picked Debbie up and placed on top of a counter starting kissing her which Debbie willing returned. Debbie had hardly even known any black guys let alone make out with one as hot as him. He kissed a rubbed Debbie's shoulders, breast and ass slowly sliding one hand up her thigh. Debbie enjoyed his seduction a lot. Damon hands slid further up her thighs until he was softly rubbing on her smooth pussy through her thong, this caused Debbie to moan and kiss and suck on Damon's tongue a little more passion. After rubbing on her thong a while Debbie's pussy grew extremely went and he could easily feel this on his fingers. Debbie enjoying her buzzing alcohol and horny fever lay back causing her skirt to ride up higher and to give Damon's hand easier access to her now wet pussy. Damon moved Debbie's thong over to slide a finger into her causing her to moan and bite her lips enjoying every movement. Damon using Debbie's lying back as his chance to really enjoy her pussy. A chance which started this chain of actions, Debbie said she felt this thick warm spongy feeling at the lips of her pussy, then a pressure, followed by a full filling feeling in her pussy like she never had before. Debbie moaned loudly not sure what exactly happened but enjoying the painful pressure she was having. Debbie opened her eyes to see Damon completely between her legs with his hands on her hips pushing his pelvis into hers. Debbie knew she was getting fucked by this almost stranger, she didn't want this but was in ecstasy as he stretched her tightness to accommodate his large thick member. Debbie just moaned as he slowly stroked in and out of her she wanted to tell him to stop, but Debbie started having a shuttering orgasm hard, the first real orgasm she ever had not caused by her fingers. This covered his cock with her juices and made Debbie even hornier. Debbie moaned for him to fuck her, but easy she moaned. Damon done just as she said and but only he increased his pace filling her pussy with his hard cock harder and harder till she was moaning loudly as he fucked her in a way she had never been, stretching her pussy sending her over the edge cumin again. Damon started moaning too. Debbie told him to pull out of her and not to cum in her cause she wasn't on the pill or anything. He loudly moaned as she felt his head swell and he banged into her. She felt his cock pulsate in her tightness; he said he was cumming and then held himself in her pussy. Damon told Debbie, her cunt was too tight to pull out, and then he throbbed several hard times as he came filling her cunt with cum. Debbie started to get mad despite still being orgasmic, Damon just laughed and removed his thick still semi hard cock as he then pulled off a nicely filled condom and tossed it between Debbie's legs beside her still gaping pussy. Debbie not sure what to think she just looked at him. Damon laughed told her thanks for the fun maybe he'd she her around and went back up stairs. Debbie just sat there hot and sweaty, wet from her own juices. Debbie got down off the counter leaving the used condom; she adjusted her thong, skirt and hair as much as possible before doing the walk of shame up the stairs. She stayed at the party walking around with a very sore and freshly used pussy wearing a wet thong, till she found Jenny who just arrived, telling her she didn't feel well and went back to her dorm.