Debra hadn't been expecting Mr. Morriss to offer her a drink, it still being well before noon, but since he had made the offer, and obviously intended on having one himself, she had accepted it. She sank back into the warmth of the chocolate-brown velvet sofa, the black of her dress and the milky whiteness of her skin contrasting sharply, and sipped her drink while looking at him with speculation plain in her eyes.
The man who was soon to become her lover, at least for one afternoon, remained standing, stirring the ice in his Scotch on the rocks while gazing with ice blue eyes into the depths of Debra's plunging neckline. He noticed with a slight flush of anticipation that the fullness of her breasts, which peeked seductively and succulently at him, were the
only intrusions upon the straight lines of the gap in her dress as it continued its descent across her soft, flat belly before ending in a soft curve at her navel, the puckered indentation marking a period in the design of the dress.
Measuring inches with his eyes, George Morriss took delight in the fact that the material just barely covered Debra's nipples. His hands became moist and his drink rippled slightly from an almost visible tremor that originated in the depths of his scrotum and expanded upwards in waves of sexual excitement.
Debra crossed her long, slim legs, shifting slightly forward in the process-a movement calculated to push the hem of her mil i several inches higher in an accidental seeming way. As she took a sip of her drink her wide-set blue eyes darted fleetingly up to Morriss, whose attention was now focused upon the bare, soft inner thigh which her crossed leg displayed between dress hem and nylon-top. Her eyes swept- down to his crotch, and she smiled at the telltale bulge stretching the fabric of his slacks.
Debra had assessed the situation perfectly.
The exclusive address had driven her in near panic to an exclusive-and expensive-dress shop to outfit herself for this special occasion. She had decided on a smart and seductively necklined cocktail dress in a severe black, black heels and hose, and black panties and garter belt. The latter, in case Morriss turned out to be a lingerie lover.
Debra, in her one-day-a-week occupation, was about to crack the upper crust, and she made a mental note to reward the young accountant, Cord Conrad, with a free afternoon for giving her this entree into the upper realms of wealth, where, if she could only hold onto her beachhead, her hidden income would go up tremendously, giving her that much more freedom of action, from her husband's penurious hand.
Morriss stopped stirring his melting ice and took a sip of the amber whiskey, then sat down beside Debra on the sofa. He stared at her for a moment, then put his drink down on the cocktail table and shifted closer to the young woman, placing his moist hand on her nylon clad thigh and gliding it slowly upwards, a rough piece of skin on one of his fingers occasionally catching on the sheer fabric. Debra sipped her drink, looking at him wide-eyed over the rim of the glass. His hand found the bare, warm skin of her inner thigh as she leaned forward and put her glass on the smooth top of the cocktail table.
Before Debra could sit back, Morriss pulled her to him and kissed her, uncrossing her legs with a gentle push of his hand, then running his fingers along her inner thigh to the dampened crotch of her panties. Strands of soft red pubic hair worked through the porous nylon as his fingers probed for and then massaged her clitoris. Debra's mouth opened to his kiss and her tongue slipped into his mouth, teasingly at first, but as his massaging fingers generated sexual heat through the nylon, torturing her clitoris, her tongue began a deep, rhythmic penetration of his mouth, in and out, in and out, and his cock began to swell and stretch the fabric of his trousers.
Debra held the kiss, pressing her lips harder and harder against his as her tongue continued penetrating his mouth. He ran his hand to her back and fumbled for her zipper. She heard the soft, whirring sound of it as it descended its track. She dropped her left arm as he pulled the strap of her dress forward, releasing her left breast. The soft yet firm flesh of her breast filled his hand as he kneaded the soft and pliable tissue which gave way in the center to hardness as the nipple sprung erect against his pressing palm.
Morriss leaned her back, kissed her face and neck, and cupping her outthrust breast with his hand, he dropped his head and engulfed the dark erection of her nipple with his mouth and began sucking gently at it as her left hand moved down over his stomach to his crotch and her fingers curled firmly around his cloth-shrouded cock.
He broke away from her breast, sweating. "Let's slip out of something uncomfortable," he said in a voice roughened by his desire for Debra.
Morriss rose, crossed the room, and turned off the lights. The room was now lit only by the soft red light from the fireplace. As Debra stood to undress Morriss returned and removed the heavy cocktail table from the deep pile rug which lay between the sofa and the fireplace. "Couldn't ask for a cozier spot than this," he said with a smile as he released the last buttons of his shirt. "Aren't you going to get out of those tight clothes?" he asked, a bit of confusion showing in his voice.
"You first," Debra answered. "I like to watch men undress, especially men like you. With bodies like yours."
Morriss smiled at that, then sat down on the sofa again for a minute to pull off his shoes and socks. "I'd find watching men undress very boring," he said.
"You're not a woman."
"True," he said, standing up and unbuckling his belt. He started to unzip his fly, but hesitated, a little embarrassed, looking at her. She wasn't a beautiful girl, he thought, but she was strikingly attractive. Nineteen or twenty, he would guess, and about five-four. Her skin was creamy white with just a trace of a tan, and her shoulder-length mahogany red hair was parted in the middle. Wide-set blue eyes and a slightly upturned nose, and a full and sensual mouth. He was lost in thought, looking at those sensual lips, when he realized that she had said something to him. "What?" he asked.
"I said, on with the show," she repeated.
Morriss unzipped his fly, removed his pants, and folded them neatly on the sofa. She watched him intently. His body was lean, hard and well-muscled. His dark brown hair was unparted, slightly long in keeping with current fashion, and definitely professionally styled. An executive, she thought, and judging from his deep, Florida tan in mid-winter, a pretty high-ranking executive.
He looked down as he searched for the snap on his boxer shorts, and seemed slightly disconcerted by the great bulge his distended cock was producing in the white cloth. He dropped his shorts to his feet, stepped out of them, then kicked them onto the sofa, looking down at his cock, which stood out at a jaunty, upswung angle.
"It always makes me feel awkward, with it standing out like that," Morriss said with a smile. "Like I've got a handle, or something."
"I think it looks powerful," Debra said, slipping the straps of her dress down over her arms. She let the dress fall to the floor, and stood still momentarily, dressed only in her black panties, garter belt and stockings. Her breasts were large for a woman her size and they stood out, nicely shaped for the caress of a man's hand.
She unsnapped her stockings from the garter belt and removed them slowly, running her hands down her legs in a strip tease that was obviously having the desired effect on Morriss. Then she stepped gracefully from her panties and garter belt and stood naked before him, her hands at her sides.
Debra was narrow-waisted and had nicely proportioned wide hips. Her mons was puffy and full, with a growth of fine, red pubic hair. Morriss recalled reading somewhere that the more prominent the mons, the more sexy the woman. If that was true, he thought, then Debra had to be one of the sexiest women on the face of the Earth.
Debra walked quickly to him, and, before he could realize what she was doing, she clasped her arms around him in a bear hug. Her cool, flat belly pressed against his swollen cock, and her upper torso began a swaying motion, rubbing her breasts against his chest. He could feel the delicious smoothness of them and the contrasting hardness of her nipples, and his cock, pinned between her belly and his stomach, throbbed uncontrollably.
Tilting her head back, Debra closed her eyes and parted her lips invitingly. Morriss kissed her passionately, thrusting his tongue deeply into her mouth, and she responded by arching her back and pressing her belly harder against his cock, then rotating her hips, massaging his cock with her middle. Then she loosened her arms and began sliding down his body, running her lips across the soft hair on his chest.
Morriss* cock slipped between Debra's breasts as she kissed his upper abdomen, then his navel. Her tongue slipped into his navel, probing at it, then traced a wet path across his lower stomach to his thigh. Suddenly he felt her hot, moist tongue lapping at his balls, and he stiffened as she traced a warm, wet path up the entire length of his cock, teasing the sensitive skin on the underside of the head.
Morriss' eyes were closed, and he was blocking out all sense perceptions except the action of her tongue on his engorged and throbbing cock. The licking stopped for a moment. He waited. Then he felt her soft, warm lips on the very tip of his cock. Her lips were soft, but pressed tightly together in a hard, compressed line. The pressure against the head of his cock increased, and her lips began to part almost reluctantly, holding tight as the head of his cock slipped slowly into her mouth until he could feel the sphincter-like action of her lips tightening around the rim of the head, and her tongue began swirling around the ring with incredible speed.
Morriss cupped his hands on the back of Debra's head, and as he did so she thrust her head down, and half of his cock slipped into her mouth. The hot wetness of her mouth engulfed his cock, and her lips clamped tightly around the center of the shaft. She began sucking with such power that, without thinking he sank to his knees, pulling her down with him.
Debra pulled her mouth from his cock and pushed him back so that he lay flat on his back. She then straddled him, her feet on either side of his head, and he looked up, wide-eyed, at the nicely rounded creamy white buttocks folding into the crease of her ass, the fine soft pubic hair, glistening red in the light from the fireplace, and the soft, swollen pink labia, slightly parted, folding inwards toward the darkness of the tight vagina which they sheltered. As he stared, she began squatting over his face slowly. The crevice of her ass began opening and the labia started to part as her legs spread wider and he sank closer and closer to his face.
Morriss, who had lived a very conservative life, had never experienced such uninhibited sexual behavior from a woman before. None of the girls who lived in his upper class society behaved like this-at least with him. Never in his life had he been so aroused by the actions of a woman. His balls contracted-he could feel them moving in their sack- and his cock actually throbbed with the urgency of his desire, its distended head swollen to a size it had never attained before. He tensed, straining to keep from a premature ejaculation as a glycerin-like bead of seminal fluid formed at the tip of his cock. He wanted to close his eyes for a moment to regain his composure and temper his sexual excitement, but he couldn't take his eyes off the lovely crotch slowly descending towards his face.
Debra was less than a foot above him when he gave up any thought of regaining his composure. She was balanced precariously, her legs spread wide, her labia distended to reveal the soft, glistening tissue of her vagina. The crack of her ass was spread to its limit, and she was so close to him that he could see the fine, soft red hair that circled her slightly protruding pink anus.
Although Morriss had been conventionally inhibited all his life, although he had seldom even thought about the more esoteric forms of sexual behavior, although he had not tried this sort of thing, this anything-goes form of sex, since his college days, he was suddenly overcome with an overwhelming desire for Debra to sit on his face, to have her undulate her buttocks on his face so that he could feel the smoothness of them, to have her soft anus in contact with his face, to have her shapely thighs squeeze his head while her moist cunt kissed his lips.
He could lick and suck her clitoris, he thought. He could drive his tongue into the wet sweetness of her vagina. He could spread the soft cheeks of her ass wide with his hands and drive his tongue into the puckered pinkness of her anus and deeply into her rectum. He could eat her wildly, if only he dared do it. He could devour her. He could gorge himself with her sex until she screamed for released. He could-and he would.
The sweet, sensual animal smell of her was overpowering. Her descent towards him stopped, and he watched as her crotch moved slightly forward, and he felt her breasts touch his belly. Her knees spread wider and her pubic hair, covering her slightly bulging mons, came to rest on his heaving chest, just inches from his chin, as her lips once again wrapped around the head of his cock.
The idea of Debra stopping with her spread cunt inches from his face, where he couldn't quite reach it, disappointed Morriss for a moment, until she began scooting back towards him, inching her way slowly, her soft, rounded buttocks undulating from side to side before him, the fine pubic hair brushing his chest as it worked slowly towards his waiting mouth. At last he could stand it no longer, and he grabbed her hips and pulled back roughly, sinking his tongue into her as he pulled her soft, wet pussy into his face.
His tongue flicked at the already erect button of Debra's clitoris. She moaned softly and began grinding her hips so that the naturally lubricated lips of her cunt slid smoothly from side to side across his mouth. He sucked at the lips, moving his head with them, and searched the limits of their folds until, finding the vaginal opening with the tip of his tongue, he spread the lips with his fingers, extended his tongue rigidly, then thrust his face forward, driving his stiff tongue into her vagina.
In response, Debra thrust her pelvis down, emitting a musical, low-throated animal-like growl as she began a rocking, fucking motion with her hips, forcing his tongue more deeply into her tight cunt with each pelvic thrust.
Morriss felt Debra's fingers curl around his cock and her lips left it for a second as she pulled it straight up and out away from his body. Then he was nearly driven from his senses as she suddenly plunged her mouth back over the head of it, with such force that the swollen head penetrated deep into her throat.
Debra's head. began rocking back and forth in time with her pelvis, driving the cock deeply into her hot mouth, and beyond, plunging even harder, seeming to drive it even deeper into her throat with each downward thrust of her head.
Morriss raised his hands and spread the cheeks of her buttocks wide. The pink, puckered entrance to her rectum dilated slightly into an inviting hole. He closed the crack and watched the folds gather, then pulled it wide to see the hole open once more. He ran his tongue along the groove of her crotch towards her pink-rimmed asshole, then, almost making contact, he slid it from the crack, over along one cheek, across, then down the other cheek and back into the crack, circling the hole in ever diminishing circles, moving closer and closer to its pink folds.
Debra moaned, anticipating the hot tongue sliding into her rectum. She pushed her body down, trying to force his tongue in, all the while sliding, licking, sucking more fiercely at his cock. Then she felt the sudden signal of his impending eruption. The swelling of his cock's head, the quickening of throb. She released his cock from her mouth, not wanting him to come right then, before she was ready to come with him.
"Don't stop!" Morriss shouted into Debra's crotch. "Suck me off! You've got to suck me off!"
Debra crawled away from him, but remained on her hands and knees, spreading her legs so that the crack between her legs remained open, giving him an excellent view of the lips of her pussy, still damp from his saliva and her lubrication.
"I can't suck you off this time," she said softly.
"Why the hell not?" Morriss demanded, sitting up.
"Because I need your hot cock inside me. I want you to shove the piece of meat into my cunt all the way. I want you to fuck me, and not with your tongue. I want you to fuck me with your cock. I want you to fuck me NOW!"
Morriss didn't even think about refusing her demand, but as he crawled towards her across the rug she moved away from him, over to a large easy chair next to the sofa. Debra crawled up onto it, her back to Morriss, her knees on the cushion. She spread her legs wide apart and draped her arms and head over the back of the chair.
"Would you like it this way?" she asked with a smile. "Dog fashion? You can stand and fuck me dog fashion, from behind, and I guarantee you'll dig it, and so will I."
Morriss stood up and walked over to Debra, his legs weak, his mind in a turmoil with pictures of what was to come. Debra had arched her back, and her rounded, creamy white buttocks were pushed up and out, towards him. She moved her pelvis in a slow, circular motion, tantalizing him. Morriss had tried anal intercourse only once before, in college, and the girl's anus had been too tight for him to get any enjoyment out of it, but the deep shadow in the crack between Debra's buttocks made him desire another try at it.
I'll fuck her in the ass, he thought to himself. I'll spread the cheeks of her ass and shove my cock straight into her asshole while she's waiting for me to slip it into her cunt. He trembled at the thought, and another bead of seminal fluid appeared at the tip of his cock.
"Please! FUCK ME!" Debra almost yelled, her voice harsh from the passion bottled up inside her, waiting for the release Morriss would soon give her.
Debra began quick, exaggerated humping motions with her pelvis, and her vagina felt empty and hungry from her need. Morriss watched the soft flesh of her buttocks ripple in time with her humping, watched the crack between her buttocks widen and narrow, widen and narrow. He placed his left hand on her hip, wondering if she would permit him to enter her asshole, but not really caring if she'd permit it or not.
He pushed her forward on the chair slightly, watching the crack of her ass widen and the pink rosebud of her asshole, the asshole he wanted to violate, came into view. With his right hand he spread the droplet of semen on the head of his cock around as a lubricant. He imagined the head of his cock penetrating that tight hole, imagined the sphincter tightening around the rim of the head, then swallowing the shaft as he pushed his cock into her.
Trembling, he held his cock straight and leaned towards her, guiding the head of it between the cheeks of her ass. When it was near the entrance, he used the knuckles of his guiding hand to spread her cheeks widely. The soft fold of her asshole gave way, dilating the sphincter, and the tip of his throbbing cock had barely touched her anus when Debra jerked her pelvis forward, denying him entry.
"Not there!" she said. "Fuck my cunt. Fuck me now! Fast! Fast and hard!"
Morriss, held back by both her denial and the long habit of settling for very conventional sex, swore under his breath and decided to take vengeance on her cunt. A call girl surely takes it in the ass, he thought. She must. Besides, he had heard that there were lots of women who liked it that way. He would have this young bitch again, he thought, and next time he would have her any way he wanted her.
Debra had moved back into position again, and Morriss reached between her legs with one hand and parted her labia. With his right hand he guided his cock to the entrance to her cunt, probing for the opening. He felt the depression, moved his cock back and forth to insure that the head of it was in just the right place, then began to ease it forward.
Debra's cunt was wet, but very tight.
With his cock entered, Morriss put his hands on her hips. Normally he would have eased his cock in slowly, but he wanted the sweetness of revenge for being denied her asshole. He would stab her cunt as she had never been stabbed before.
Holding Debra's hips firmly, he arched forward for leverage, then suddenly thrust his pelvis powerfully forward and jerked back on her hips with his hands at the same time, plunging his cock into her tight cunt with such force that he drove her deeply into the chair and heard her scream with a mingled combination of pain and pleasure.
The tightness of Debra's vagina was unbelievable. He had never felt such pressure on his cock from a cunt. It literally gripped him hotly, and he began to pump in and out of her, his eyes rolling back into his head as the pleasure of their fucking filled his mind. Each time he withdrew, only to thrust forward again, the walls of her cunt contracted, sucking at the throbbing head of his cock. With each new thrust the walls gave way slightly, massaging, rippling in the wake of his driving shaft.
Morriss forgot about vengeance for being denied the use of her asshole. He forgot everything but the hot, moist cunt that sucked at him, its walls contracting rhythmically." He pumped his cock into Debra again and again, deeper and deeper, until his belly was slapping against her buttocks and he could feel his pubic hair catching in the opening and closing of her ass with each thrust.
Morriss arched his body over Debra's and grabbed her breasts with both hands, savoring their firmness, rubbing his palms across the nipples, squeezing the erections between his fingers.
"Yes!" she cried. "Harder. HARDER!" Debra felt the fullness of him, the hardness of him, as his engorged cock spread the elasticity of her cunt walls to their limit. She felt the electricity coming, felt the walls of her cunt beginning to contract, to throb, felt the head of his cock beating at the entry to her womb. "Fuck faster!" she demanded breathlessly. "Fuck faster. Faster! FASTER ! I'M COMING!"
Debra's cunt sucked at Morriss* cock, gripping him, and he pumped piston-like into her again and again. His cock was engulfed to the hilt with each thrust, and he would pull back until he could feel the head of his hungry organ near the labia, only to thrust forward again, sliding the full length of it into her until his belly slapped against her ass once more.
"YEEESSS" she hissed. Then Debra reached beneath her body and took hold of his balls, and his cock erupted as she screamed out her own orgasm. Morriss pumped faster and faster as the throbbing, convulsing head of his cock shot semen splashing against the walls of her cunt. Debra could feel the burning heat of that come as it washed into her, filling her.
Debra finally gave way to the full weight of his body as his knees buckled and he fell into the chair with her, his energy spent. Morriss held his cock deep in her cunt, un-moving, and it seemed at least a full minute before the contracting walls of her vagina stopped milking his cock for the last drop of his seminal fluid, stopped trying to pull his cock even deeper into her body.
Numbed from the release of his unbearable sexual tension, Morriss dozed off in the overstuffed chair, his body still curled in the position it had assumed, wrapped tightly around the contours of Debra's shapely form. He didn't stir when Debra wiggled around on the chair, pulling his moistly red and flaccid penis from her dripping cunt. It dropped lifelessly against his thigh.
Debra rose quietly, and minutes later she was fully clothed. As she picked up her purse from the coffee table, a lipstick tube fell out of it and hit the table with a metallic click that awakened Morriss.
He lifted his head to look at her as she stood near the fireplace, smiling at him. He remained still, savoring the deliciously relaxed state of his body.
"I have to leave now," Debra said.
The few minutes he had been asleep had helped to restore Morriss' spent energy, but still he had difficulty summoning his muscles from their relaxed state so that he could sit up.
"How about staying for the evening?" he asked.
"I was employed for the afternoon only." "But I'll pay."
"I don't discuss money or business in person," Debra said, "and I make daytime appointments only. You knew that when you engaged my services. My appointments are set up a week in advance, and the conditions are discussed by telephone only. That's the way I work. The only way I work."
Morriss got up and slipped on his pants and shirt to escort Debra out. "When can I see you again?"
he asked, with obvious pleading in his voice.
Debra opened her purse and pulled a business card from it. She handed it to Morriss, and when he looked at it he saw there was no name or address-only a phone number. "Call me before noon," she said.
"I'd like to make a ... ah ... longer appointment next time," He said as he opened the door for her.
"That can be arranged," Debra answered, "if you're willing to start earlier in the morning."
"What about an evening appointment?" "Sorry, mornings and afternoons only."
"You were ... well ... rather inhibited this afternoon." Morriss said, looking down at the floor rather than at Debra.
Debra looked at him coolly. "I do what I'm hired to do, Mr. Morriss. I'm inhibited only by time. You asked for, and paid for, two hours of my afternoon. Had you asked for more, had you asked for the whole afternoon, or a morning and afternoon, you'd have found that, under those circumstances, I am totally uninhibited."
Before Morriss could say anything more, Debra stepped out onto the porch, then walked away down the walkway. Morriss stood in the doorway and watched as she reached the sidewalk, then turned and walked down the block-out of sight. Smart girl, he thought. Apparently she had parked her car a block or two away. Morriss didn't know her full name, didn't even know what kind of car she drove, much less the license number. "Smart girl," he said aloud into the warm summer afternoon, then closed the door.
CHAPTER TWO
Two years before, when Debra had decided the only way she was going to make enough money to buy the things she wanted for herself was to cheat on her husband-for money-she had set strict rules for her appointment-only schedule as a prostitute. Her husband was out of town, making the rounds of his customers, every Wednesday from five in the morning until eleven at night. And so Debra had set Wednesday, between nine in the morning and five in the afternoon, as the time she would ply her new trade.
Another rule she made, at that same time, was that when someone did her a favor in connection with her new trade, she returned the favor as soon as possible. That eliminated any possibility that the someone might want something she wasn't prepared to give, or want something she was prepared to give-but at the wrong time.
Cord Conrad folded his long, thin frame onto a contour couch in his aggressively modern apartment and contemplated the smooth body that Debra was showing through an almost totally transparent dress. Debra had been telling him how grateful she was that he had turned her on to a potentially very lucrative customer, George Morriss. And while she was thanking him, Cord squirmed around on the couch, trying secretly, and not too successfully, to clamp his swollen cock between his legs so that it wouldn't rise in an absurd-looking lump in the front of his terry cloth robe.
Cord had been righting his erection since Debra had called him earlier that morning saying that she would stop by about noon to return a favor. He knew that Debra would reward him with a banquet of sensual delights for having referred her to her new client. So while his body was at work that morning checking out a tax situation, his mind was locked on Debra's body.
That had been three hours ago. And except for a couple of brief periods when his erection went away for a few moments as he wrestled with the complexities of the tax laws, his erection had been constant and as troubling as it was right then. But now the solution to the problem of what to do with his erection was sitting across from him, smiling.
Debra began unbuttoning her blouse, slowly, teasingly. And Cord's eyes followed her fingers as they descended from button to button. She liked Cord, he had been one of her first customers, and one of her most steady. She stood up, took her blouse off, and bent to unbuckle her sandals, her firm breasts bouncing tantalizingly as she did so.
Debra faced Cord and unzipped her short skirt, working it slowly down over her hips until he could see the pubic hair red against the whiteness of her skin. Then she stepped out of her skirt, raising each leg in turn, gracefully, and turning her thigh outwards each time so that Cord had fleetingly maddening glimpses of her genital lips.
She walked towards him with graceful, catlike movements, her voluptuous pelvis undulating naturally, without exaggeration, and she stood beside him, looking down at him invitingly as his eyes played from the triangle of her pubic hair up the soft, graceful curves of her hips to her outthrust, full, tight breasts. He reached up and touched her breasts, kneading them, and felt the nipples harden beneath his fingertips.
Cord ran his hands along Debra's hips and pulled them to him, and she arched her pelvis towards him as he kissed her warm, flat belly and ran his hands to her buttocks, caressing them. She ran her fingers through his hair and raised one knee to his lip, gently pressing his swollen cock against his stomach.
Cord continued caressing her buttocks with one hand and slid the other up the inner thigh of her extended leg to her moistly waiting pussy. Slipping his fingers between the genital lips, he massaged her clitoris. She gripped his head tightly and leaned forward as he sucked one of her nipples into his mouth, teasing the erect hardness of it with the tip of his tongue, sucking at it as he slipped his hand further between her thighs and, finding the vaginal opening with his index finger, inserted the finger slowly, rotating it as it penetrated deeply.
Debra felt Cord's cock throbbing against her knee, and she whispered: "Let's go upstairs now."
Cord nodded, and Debra backed away from him as he rose from the contour couch. He bent to pick her up, to carry her upstairs, but she stepped back and took his hand. "I don't want to spoil the view," she said with a smile.
The view. Yes, he thought. Every day when he climbed the spiral staircase which led to his second-floor master bedroom he remembered the view. The view she had shown him the first time he had gotten her to his apartment.
Debra led him by the hand up the steps from the sunken living room and along the landing to the staircase. Then she went first, climbing four steps ahead of him so that her bare, shapely fanny was even with his face as they climbed.
They climbed slowly, the muscles of her firm buttocks rippling, the cleft between them spreading to reveal the soft red down, the slight sway of her hips as she climbed giving him tantalizing glimpses of the treasure between her legs. And Cord watched, fascinated, wishing each time this happened that the stairway was higher.
Inevitably, at some point during the climb, he would kiss her buttocks, and he did so now, sinking his face into the delicious softness of them and savoring the fragrance of them. And, also, inevitably he would decide that the next time Debra came to his apartment he would make love to her there on those stairs. But each time he would give in to the needs of his body, to the needs that were filling him right now. The needs that could only be filled in a bed, where Debra could lock her thighs about his body and rise to meet his demanding thrusts.
Debra went immediately to Cord's bedroom and lay down across his king-size bed as he turned the lights on and took his clothes off. The bed was covered with an imitation fur bedspread of soft, silky man-made fiber which Debra loved to feel on her bare body. She slithered seductively on it, spreading her legs wide in invitation to Cord, enticing him to hurry with his disrobing, an enticement he hardly needed.
Cord approached the foot of the bed, and Debra slid towards him, lowering herself off the bed and onto the white shag carpeting. She reached forward to where Cord was standing and gripped his buttocks, pulling his swollen cock towards her mouth. He bent over her, resting his elbows on the foot of the bed as she sucked his cock into her mouth, running her tongue around the head of it before pulling hard on his hips, then pushing, until Cord took the lead and began pumping his cock in and out of her mouth.
Cord pumped slowly, concentrating on the wetness and lip tightness of Debra's hot mouth. She caressed his balls, and he jerked his pelvis faster, pumping his cock into her hot, sucking mouth until he felt the tension of an impending eruption. He stopped, reluctantly pulling his cock from her mouth, not ready to come quite yet.
Debra grabbed his hips and pulled him back to her. "Don't stop," she insisted. "I have to. I'm going to come." Debra caressed his balls with her fingertips. "Come in my mouth, then. I want to taste you."
"But I want to fuck you." "Later," she said, breathlessly. "You can fuck me later. We have hours."
Cord was stunned-and excited. He had expected one quick, free fuck as payment for introducing Debra to Morriss. And now he was being offered a full afternoon. And it wasn't even Wednesday.
Debra pulled at him again, and this time he didn't fight her. She pulled his pelvis towards her and she rested the back of her head on the foot of the bed as he leaned into her face again. She held his cock in her hands and guided it towards her lips, holding her lips tightly closed so that he had to increase the pressure of his cock against them to penetrate.
Her lips gave reluctantly, compressing the head of his cock as it slipped by degrees into her mouth. Cord could feel the delicious warmth and wetness and tightness of her lips as they slipped back over the head of his cock and over the rim, and he felt her tongue at work on the sensitive underside of the glans. He stiffened and straightened up, gripping the top of her head and arching his pelvis forward as his cock drove into her mouth, her moist lips tightening around the shank of it as he penetrated deeper and deeper into her mouth and throat.
Debra had taken a full three-quarters of his cock into her mouth when he felt the head come to rest somewhere in the dark, warm recess, her tongue forming a channel for it. He withdrew slowly, and she sucked powerfully as he did so, the head of his cock enlarging with the suction. When he could feel her tight lips glide across the rim of the head, he pushed in again, slowly at first, withdrawing and pushing again until by reflex he bent over her and began thrusting rhythmically, pumping his cock in and out of her mouth like it was a greedy sucking cunt.
Debra dug her fingers into Cord's tight, muscular buttocks, kneading them as he pumped. She sucked harder and his cock began throbbing back towards the orgasm it had been so close to minutes before. Her warm sucking mouth gripped his cock, the suction and tight lips forming a vacuum, and her head was rocking lightly against the bed with each thrust of his pelvis.
Cord jerked his pelvis more and more violently as he pumped his cock into her faster and faster, until his body stiffened in an orgasm. His cock throbbed and erupted, and Debra sucked the semen from his cock as it contracted and his knees buckled, unable to support his spasming body.
Debra sucked and sucked, until Cord was dry. His muscles tightened spastically and he could pump no longer. Debra jerked her head forward, piston-like, forcing her mouth over his contracting cock with such power that it shook his pelvis, and still she sucked until the nerve endings of the sensitive head of his cock reached the electrical, pin-prickling pain threshold, and he jerked his cock back from her mouth, trembling, and leaned onto the bed, on the verge of collapsing from the power of his release.
Half an hour later Cord climbed back up the spiral staircase and re-entered the bedroom, carrying two glasses of sparkling champagne. Debra was lying back against the propped-up pillows on the bed watching him approach, his balls and limp cock swinging from side to side as he walked.
Cord handed her one of the glasses and, before he could sit down beside her, she scooted to him, giggling, then grabbed his limp cock and dipped it in her champagne. "Christ!" he said in shock. "That's cold!" Debra slithered across the silky fur bedspread on her stomach and sucked the champagne from his cock, and the cock began swelling as she sat up and scooted back, laughing.
Cord looked down, surprised, and watched his cock swell to half-mast, throbbing slightly. "I really think you could keep that thing up for twenty-four hours a day, if you wanted to," he said with a laugh.
"That's an interesting idea. Maybe I'll try it some time," Debra said, the same laugh in her voice.
"We'd better not," Cord said. "I'd be so tired that you'd have to prop me up at my desk so I could work. And, besides, your husband might find out."
Cord lay down on the bed beside Debra, propping himself up on one elbow and sipping his glass of champagne. He studied her, lying on her back now, her head propped up on a pillow and her glass resting on her stomach. She was contracting her stomach muscles and watching the champagne ripple in her glass.
"That's quite a cocktail shaker you've got .yourself there," he said.
Debra looked at Cord with a mischievous look on her face. "Let's fuck" she said.
Cord was visibly startled.
"Oh, that's right," Debra said. "You don't approve of ladies using four letter words. Okay, let's intercourse. But don't you think that sounds rather awkward?"
"You could say let's make love."
"No. Make love is awkward, too. Make, to me, means manufacture. Personally, I'd rather fuck."
Cord suppressed a grin and started to take a sip of his champagne when Debra added: "Why don't you just stick your cock in me, and we'll decide what it was you did later?" Cord snorted into his glass, spraying himself with champagne.
"You trying to get me to lick your whole body?" Debra asked.
Cord laughed, took the drink from her hand, and set both glasses on the bedside table. "Okay," he said, "less comedy and more sex."
Cord bent over the kissed Debra, slipping his tongue into her mouth and closing his hand over her breast. Her breast was heavy and firm, and it filled his large hand. He kissed her face and neck, and placed his mouth over her other breast, sucking the hard nipple into his mouth and teasing it with the tip of his tongue. He ran his hand down her body, slowly, kneading the tight, smooth skin. And when his fingertips touched her soft, fine pubic hair, she spread her legs and he began running his - fingers through the pubic hair. He pressed hard against her pussy, massaging it, his fingers touching the cleft of her buttocks, the inner part of his wrist rotating gently on her clitoris.
Debra moaned and arched her pelvis, pushing hard against his hand with her pussy. He kissed her again, probing her warm mouth with his tongue, and he reached further between her thighs, cupping her buttocks with his hand, and rolled her onto her side. Turning to the sixty-nine position, he spread her thighs and raised her legs so that it rested, flexed, on his side. He slipped his other hand beneath her hip then grasped her buttocks with both hands as he buried his face in her warm pussy.
She felt his tongue slip between her genital lips and slip along the groove towards her clitoris. And when his tongue reached the vee of her inner lips, compressing her clitoris, she stiffened with the electric sensual shock. Her buttocks twitched in his hands as his tongue flicked at her clitoris, depressing it, kneading it, licking it. And, filled with the pleasure of it, she enveloped his cock with her mouth and swirled her tongue around it as she tickled his balls with her fingertips.
Cord closed his lips around her clitoris and sucked gently at the small nub, looking up the groove of her parted genital lips to the moist, red skin that folded into the opening of her vagina, then up the cleft of her buttocks to the small, dark pink pucker of her anus. He parted her buttocks, watching the opening widen then close, watching the anal opening pucker and dilate with the rhythm of his massage.
He ran his tongue along the slit and plunged it into her vagina, pushing his cheeks against the vee of her open thighs for deeper penetration. Pushing his tongue in and out of her, he brushed his index finger across her anus, then spread her buttocks once more, touching the dilated hole with his fingertip and, releasing her buttocks, he watched the anal fold pucker around his finger, enclosing it.
Feeling his cock begin that throbbing that told of an impending orgasm once again, Cord pulled it from Debra's mouth, sat up, and rolled Debra to her back. She spread her legs wide as he got between them and settled down on his elbows, his chest lightly touching her breasts.
Debra flexed her legs and clamped them to his sides as he lowered his pelvis, resting his swollen cock full length against her pussy. Using his hips for leverage, she grasped them and pulled her pussy hard against Cord. The shank of his cock, still moist from her mouth, slipped easily along her genital lips, and he began rubbing the full length of it across her clitoris, sliding it up and down the slit of her cunt and pressing it hard against her little love bump.
Debra felt his cock sliding faster and faster across her clitoris; she felt the heat building from the friction of it; she felt the nerves in her pelvis tightening like mainsprings being coiled too tightly. She felt the nerve centers in her pelvis being touched at random, and she knew that the hot, wet cock being pressed tightly between her legs and sliding full length back and forth across her clitoris would soon touch off the central nerve that would complete the circuit, discharging them all.
Debra felt the tension mount in her until she felt she could stand it no longer, and suddenly an orgasm was reached, and for a split second everything went black from the discharge of her sexual tension. When she regained her senses her muscles were jerking violently, recoiling from the sudden release. She clamped her legs against Cord's sides to stop his thrusting for a moment, to savor the feeling of her orgasm, then her body demanded still another release. "Now," she said. "Fuck me now. Stuff it into me!"
Cord realized that Debra was having an orgasm before he even got his cock into her, just from rubbing it against her clitoris, and when he felt the dampness of her cunt flooding around his cock he dropped back, slipped between her genital lips, and slipped his cock easily along the groove until, finding the opening, his cock slipped wetly and tightly into her cunt.
Cord pushed into her, feeling the tight walls giving way to the swollen head of his cock, moving tightly but without friction in the lubricated tunnel. His cock throbbed from the sudden warmth and tightness, and it slid deeper and deeper into her until his pubic hair touched her genital lips and his pelvis and thighs were pressed tightly against Debra's body.
Debra felt the largeness of him stretching her vaginal walls, felt his cock pulsating in her. And she grabbed his thighs, holding him tightly against her for a minute, feeling the fullness of him inside of her. She rotated her pelvis, grinding it, pressing her body into his and twisting his cock in her cunt. "Fuck me," she said. "Fuck me hard. Hard!"
Cord withdrew and thrust his cock into her full length, withdrew and thrust again and again, rocking her with the power of his thrusts, and the thrusts gave way to the rhythmical regularity as he pumped his cock in and out of her body. And the heat of the friction became even more intense as he pumped faster and faster, feeling the walls of her cunt give way to his cock as he drove it in and out, feeling the walls contract with each withdrawal.
The expansion and contraction of the walls created a sucking action on the head of his cock, and his cock began throbbing as it came close to shooting. He could feel the charge building up in his balls, and he pumped still faster and faster, his thighs and balls slapping against the crack between Debra's legs, against the lower part of her buttocks.
Debra humped against Cord's thrusts and suddenly his balls tightened and the eruption came with his cock's exploding inside of her, shooting burning streams of hot semen into her cunt. Debra could feel the semen coating the friction-sensitive walls of her vagina, could feel the swelling of his cock as it pumped its juice into her, and with a fiery blast her own orgasm came, filling her body with waves of passion that took complete control of her humping form. - Finally, after what seemed to both of them like hours, Cord's frantic pumping slowed, then stopped. He rolled to his side, totally spent, but Debra rolled with him, holding his cock tight in her still twitching cunt. She had a long, continuing series of small orgasms, each bringing her body to a brief, shuddering peak of feeling, and she refused to give up Cord's cock until her body was completely finished. So they both lay there quietly, Debra unable to speak and Cord finding speech unnecessary as the walls of Debra's vagina throbbed occasionally, gripping his cock in the throes of another small orgasm.
When, finally, Cord's long-hard organ withered and shrunk and Debra could no longer hold it inside of her, she reluctantly released it, stretched luxuriously, then sat up and looked down at the now soundly sleeping Cord. She smiled at him, tracing one fingertip lightly down his cheek, then slowly climbed off the bed and got her clothes together. She carried them downstairs before dressing, checked her watch, then hurried out of the apartment. Her husband would soon be home, and she wanted to make sure he had a hot supper waiting for him. And with a smile, she thought about how that was the only hot thing he would have waiting for him.
CHAPTER THREE
Debra got home in plenty of time to take a shower and relax with a drink before fixing supper for her husband, Frank. And it was a good thing she did have the drink, for otherwise she might have allowed Frank to involve her in a fight as soon as he came home. A fight she was sure to lose if only because her husband was a very strong man.
Frank was in a foul mood, a mood which wasn't helped any by having to do more work after supper, in the den he had set up as an office-at-home. Usually when he got home from his one day out of town, he was so tired, and it was so late, that he simply ate whatever it was that Debra had fixed for dinner, then fell into bed. But this night he had to work after supper, and he had been spoiling for a fight ever since coming home.
About three in the morning, Debra, who had been lying in bed reading a book, began to wonder if Frank had perhaps fallen asleep over his work. She was no longer in love with her husband-she didn't even like him anymore-but practicality told her that she should check on him and have him come to bed if, indeed, he was asleep. If he slept in his den he would wake up with a stiff neck and a sore back, and would come home tomorrow afternoon in an even worse mood. And Debra had a thing about the bruises she usually got when Frank was in a really bad mood. So, after thinking about it for a few minutes, she got up and went down the hall, to his den-office.
Frank wasn't asleep, though. He was still working on the report that he was supposed to have done the next morning, and Debra's interruption of his work didn't exactly improve his mood.
"What the fuck do you want now?" he yelled when she opened the door, turning around. He waited a moment for an answer, and when he didn't get one he picked up a heavy dictionary from the desk in front of him and threw it at Debra. Startled by his act, she ducked to one side, and instead of the book sailing past her, as it would have done had she stood still, the book hit her in the shoulder then bounced to a small table just inside the room, upsetting it and spilling papers all over the floor.
Tears in her eyes, both from the hurt of the heavy book and the humiliation she was feeling, Debra bent and began to pick up the papers, stacking them and returning them to the table. Frank sat looking at her for a moment, the anger slowly fading from his eyes.
"Debra," he said, softly, "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have done that. Thrown that book."
"That's all right," Debra said, a slight catch in her voice as a sob escaped from her throat, but ice in her voice. "It didn't really hurt." Finished with the spilled papers, she picked up the dictionary and carried it over to Frank's desk, putting it down in front of him without looking at him.
Before she could turn and leave the room, Frank put his arm out to stop her, then curved it around her, pulling her around in front of him, bending her over and kissing her. Debra's lips were firm and warm, but unresponsive and she tried to push him away.
As she fought him, knowing better than to fight too hard, Frank used his hands to increase the pressure of his body against hers, holding her with one arm around her waist and the other cupping the back of her head. Debra didn't struggle for long. She knew that Frank would hurt her if she fought too strenuously, and besides despite her inner revulsion, heat was beginning to build in her body as her husband played with her. Her arms went around Frank's neck and she began to return his kiss with a passion building to match his.
Frank's hand went under the top part of Debra's pajamas, feeling the warm skin of her back as his hand stroked up and down her spine. Then he turned slightly to make space between their bodies and brought his hand around to cup one of her full breasts in his sweaty palm.
Not wanting to, but unable to stop herself, Debra brought one of her hands around and began to unbutton Frank's shirt. When she got down to the third button she broke their tongue-searching kiss and moved her lips down to his throat, then across his chest as she unfastened the rest of the buttons. Lower and lower her lips went, tracing little paths of wetness across his skin. She marked each rib with a kiss, then drew a line across his belly with her tongue, pausing for a moment to run the tip of it around inside his navel. She was almost kneeling, and as her hands released his belt, unsnapped his pants and pulled down the zipper, she settled to the carpet in front of Frank.
Her hands went under the elastic of his shorts on each side, and as she slowly pulled them down, dragging them over the bulge of Frank's hardened cock, her lips traced a path downwards from his navel. Debra's tongue traced an outline around the hair, then, as Frank's cock burst free and his shorts dropped around his ankles she moved lower, kissing the insides of his thighs, then running her tongue lightly over the skin bag around his balls. She sucked one of them into her mouth, squeezing it gently, then brought her face up under his cock, her tongue tracing the length of it, right out to the head.
Debra brought her slightly puckered lips back to the head and kissed it lightly, and when she did, Frank pulled forward on her head, forcing his cock between her lips. Her teeth stopped him for a moment, but after a little nibble she opened her mouth wide and he shoved his cock in as far is it would go, all the way to the back of her mouth and part way down her throat.
Debra gagged a little, but then began to suck, hard, while drawing her head away.
When she was back to the base of the head, Frank again pulled her forward, pushing deep into her mouth, and when he was all the way in Debra began to hum, sending thrilling vibrations through the length of his cock and into his burning body in pulsating waves.
Frank no longer needed to guide Debra's head. She was, sucking away, moving her head back and forth, his cock sliding in and out between her lips, the pale skin of her face making a strong contrast against the red of his cock, and soon his hips were jerking in time with her sucking. Faster and faster she moved her mouth, her tongue licking around the head of Frank's cock each time she drew back, and suddenly he couldn't hold it any longer. He grabbed her head and forced his cock all the way into Debra's mouth just as he exploded, his hips jerking spastically as he pumped hot cum into her greedily sucking mouth, spurting it back into her throat with such force that some of it was getting into her lungs despite the speed of her swallowing.
When it ended, Debra drew back a little, sucking hard to get every last drop, then looked up at Frank. He reached down and took her arm, lifting her to her feet. Debra was, by then, no longer in a mood to complain about Frank's treatment of her. All she wanted was to be fucked, and if it had to be by her husband, well, that's the way the cookie crumbled.
Seconds later they were in the bedroom, naked, with Frank's heavy body poised over Debra's. She ran her fingers through the fine brown hair on his chest with one hand while the other toyed with the hair at the base of his cock. Their lips were locked in a deep kiss as Debra began to run her hand up and down his cock, which was again hard as a rock. Debra could feel the pounding of his heart through it, pumping more and more blood into it, causing it to swell until the skin was so tight that she could only slide her hand over it.
Frank reached down and got his hands under Debra's knees and began to lift. For a moment, Debra thought that he wanted her legs around his waist, so she started to wrap them there, but he continued to pull her upwards, bending her body until it was almost double, her legs over his shoulders. And as he pressed forward. Debra used her hand to guide his cock into her wet and waiting cunt, putting the head of it between the lips then taking her hand away and wrapping her arms around Frank's back, pulling him down on top of her.
Even as wet and ready as Debra was, Frank had to press hard to get his, cock inside of her, but her lips spread slowly as his head pushed in, then they were spread all the way and he slid into her, down and down, all the way. And thanks to that position, with her legs over his shoulders, Frank got into Debra deeper than was possible in any normal position, his balls banging against her ass while the head of his cock probed at the very end of her vagina.
Frank dropped his full weight on her as his hands went under Debra, cupping her ass. And as he began to pump up and down, moving with slow, full length strokes, he sent one finger to probe at her asshole.
Without thinking about it, Debra's body began to move with Frank's, and when it did he began to press that finger forward, sliding it into her ass, curling and squeezing with it, pulling it in and out as his cock began to pump harder and harder. Then he really began to slam at her, so hard that with every stroke Debra moved back a little on the bed, until her head was pressed tight against the headboard. Finally, Frank drew back until he was almost out of her, then really crashed forward, at the same time pushing his finger all the way into her ass, and Debra felt his cock begin to jerk inside of her as a boiling hot flood from it washed across the walls of her cunt.
Frank didn't move, didn't stroke, he just lay there with his cock jerking madly away inside of Debra, and that set off her own orgasm, a climax so good and so powerful that she came up off the bed until only her shoulders and head were touching the sheets.
That fiery climax seemed to go on for hours, rushing back and forth through Debra's body like the surf crashing on the beach, and the muscles of her cunt seemed to have a life of their own as they flexed and squeezed at Frank's still jerking cock, squeezing every possible drop of come out of it.
When they were finally finished," Frank eased his now softening cock out of Debra's still clutching cunt, then rolled over onto the bed next to her. He lay there for a minute, fighting to catch his breath, then looked over at the beautiful redhead next to him. Debra smiled, then reached out a hand to touch Frank's hair. With a sudden movement of his hand, Frank batted her fingers away.
"If you're quite through interrupting me," he said heavily, "would you mind if I got back to my work now?"
"Wasn't the interruption worth it?" Debra asked, her tone showing how much Frank's words had hurt her.
"Marginally, I guess it might have been," Frank said brutally. "But I've had better." With that he turned and walked out of the bedroom, leaving Debra lying on the bed, tears starting to course down her cheeks as her hands clenched at the sweaty sheets and her teeth bit at her lower lip, biting back a scream of hatred for the man she had married.
Debra saw very little of Frank for the next few days, and on the next Wednesday, his next day out of town, she found herself with a midmorning appointment at one of the higher class hotels in town: an appointment that had been set up by the manager of the hotel, who was also on Debra's occasional freebie list.
At ten, Debra put on her regular working clothes, a dress which came off easily and didn't advertise the fact that she had nothing on underneath it, and got her car out of the garage. After fighting the tail end of morning traffic into town, Debra parked her car a block away from the hotel, still being sure that no one was going to trace her through her license number, and went into the hotel through a side door, avoiding the lobby, taking the elevator to the tenth floor.
The room Debra wanted was at the end of the hall, and before knocking she checked her watch. It was four minutes before the time the manager had set. Close enough. She rang the bell and heard sounds of someone moving around inside, but it was several minutes before the door opened. She was just about to knock again when it swung away from her. Inside was a middle-aged man, sort of stout, with a big smile on his face and a cup of coffee in his hand. "Come on in," he said. "I'm just finishing up breakfast. Care for anything?"
Debra shook her head no and looked around the room. Through a partially open door she could see a bed, and in front of the couch was a wheeled tray holding the remnants of the man's breakfast. Her gaze came back to the man, and he smiled slightly, his eyes traveling from Debra's face to her ankles, slowly, then back again, and Debra saw a hint of a red flush appearing on the man's neck and a slight stirring near his crotch.
"Ready?" he asked, nodding towards the door to the bedroom, and when Debra smiled he got right to it. His clothes were scattered about on the floor in not much more time than it took Debra to pull down one zipper and step out of her dress, stripped for action. The man walked over to where Debra was standing, brushed his lips against hers, then took her hand and led her into the bedroom and up to the edge of the bed. He stood back, as if waiting to see what Debra was going to do. Not knowing just what it was he wanted, Debra climbed up on the bed, stretching out full length, waiting to see what the man's next move would be, what he had in mind for their afternoon of bought and paid for sex. Debra was sure that whatever it was, it was going to be different, and she was going to enjoy it. It was just a hunch on her part, but one she was willing to bet on.
The man sat down on the edge of the bed next to Debra and his hands reached out to caress her breasts, then his lips once again brushed against hers, dropping slowly down to her neck and shoulders. His tongue traced the hollow of Debra's throat, then he shifted his seat on the bed slightly, kissing each of her nipples in turn, flicking at them with his tongue, moving on as soon as they began to harden.
Debra felt sexual arousal starting to move through her body and she went along willingly with the man when he shifted position again, his hands spreading her legs apart. He moved around on the bed until he was kneeling between Debra's feet, brought his head down and forward, kissed the inside of each of her thighs, then slid his tongue into her cunt.
That was sort of a strange act for this type of customer, Debra thought. Most men who hired hotel hookers wanted a straight fuck, sometimes with a little cocksucking, but seldom were they interested in eating the girl. Possibly because they had no way of knowing what might have already been in there that day. But this guy seemed to love the idea of eating Debra's cunt, and heat began to flood through her body as he shot his tongue in and out and around. Soon Debra began to squirm a little on the soft bedspread as she began to lose control of her body.
The man's hands went under Debra, cupping the cheeks of her ass and lifting them off the bed, and as his tongue moved faster and faster Debra felt one sharp fingernail probing at her anus, then wiggling inside, pumping to match the actions of the man's busy tongue.
The things the man was doing were really turning Debra on, getting to her, and as she felt herself nearing a climax, she brought her hands down to the man's head, running her fingers around inside his ears and pressing lightly at the back of his head and neck. Then, without warning, he pulled back away from Debra, pulling his finger out of her anus and his tongue from her cunt. When he did, Debra saw that the man's cock was hard as a rock, ready to go with a gleam of his natural lubricating fluid on the head.
He moved up on the bed, between her legs. He rubbed his cock up and down against the skin and hair between Debra's legs for a moment, then, when he felt it was just the right place, he began to press downwards. Debra's cuntlips spread and spread as his cock moved into her, until she felt like he was going to split her in two with it. Debra began to wonder if she was going to get anything out of this fucking, because the guy's cock seemed to be so large that she was going to spend more time worrying about him hurting her than enjoying the sex.
She stopped worrying, though, as soon as he had it all the way inside of her. It felt too good, and she was getting to the point where she couldn't worry about anything. All she could think of was that big cock inside of her and how good it felt.
The man shoved his cock all the way in, farther and deeper than Debra thought it would be possible for it to go, deeper even than her husband had shoved his extra-long cock, then he began to slide it in and out, his hands once again going under Debra, one finger again sliding into her anus. From his motions, his breathing, his sweating, Debra knew that the guy was going to come at any moment, and that she was going to be right with him or not very far behind. It turned out that she was right with him as they both reached a peak.
As Debra's hips began to jerk and her muscles locked in the pure erotic pleasure of her climax, the man began to empty his load into her, his cock jerking and pumping and shooting burning hot come deep into her cunt, adding to the pleasure of her orgasm, sending fresh waves of pleasure through her body.
Slowly, almost as if he was too drained to move, the man rolled off of Debra. She lay there for a minute, recuperating, then turned to face him, looking down at his now limp cock. Her hand went to his crotch, wrapping her ringers around his cock, then she dropped her head and kissed the end of it, running her tongue around and over it until once again it began to lengthen and harden into a shaft he could use.
As soon as it was all the way up, Debra stopped kissing it and moved over on top of the man. She spread her legs above him and the head of his cock brushed through the hair between her legs, smearing it with the wetness left from their orgasms of only a moment before.
Debra reached down and directed his cock back into her cunt, the head again spreading the lips wide, then she slowly lowered herself down on him. Inside she was fantastically hot, almost burning, which turned up the excitement in him, causing him to question his belief that he was through for at least an hour or so, even if he did have a hard-on again.
Instead of just starting to pump once she was all the way down, with his cock filling her cunt, Debra just sat there for a few seconds, looking at the expression of bliss on the man's face. Then shocking thrills began to run through his body, thrills which were reflected in his face, as Debra started a rhythmic massage of his cock with the walls of her cunt, rippling her muscles, not moving outside, but really turning him on with inside motions that were absolutely artistic in their effectiveness.
He couldn't stop his hands from going around her, grabbing Debra by the ass, and his hips arched as he ground his crotch up against hers, pushing himself into her as far as he could. Debra smiled down at him, then began to pump slowly up and down, at the same time moving in little circles and continuing that internal massage of his cock. Heat flooded through his body and he knew that he was going to come again at any second.
Just when he knew he couldn't take it any. longer, she slammed down on him, taking his cock all the way into her cunt again, and those inside muscles actually pulled him another half an inch into Debra's clutching cunt. Then, with a scream and a locking of those beautifully trained muscles, Debra came, and the man fired another load, a load he didn't know he had, into her at the same time. He pumped everything he had up her cunt, and she sucked out even more with those squeezing muscular ripples of her cunt walls. Then Debra collapsed over him with a deep sob of satisfaction, and this time the man was really sure he was through for the rest of the day and night. He didn't know all of Debra's talents, though, or he wouldn't have thought that.
For several long minutes, Debra didn't move, and slowly the man dropped his hands from her hips, which he had been using as handles to control Debra's movements. He started to squirm his body out from under her inert form, but Debra wasn't quite through yet, and much to his surprise, the man. found that he wasn't, either.
Debra lifted her body into the air, sliding his cock out of her cunt, then she moved down on the bed, without looking directly at the man, until her face was right over his still hard cock. A cock he couldn't believe was still standing after what it had been through. She lowered her head, her lips wrapping around the head of it, then she put some really strong suction on it. As he watched, and felt it, his cock slowly slid into her mouth, further and further, sending new thrills through him.
The man felt the head of his cock touch the back of Debra's mouth, then he felt her throat muscles working, relaxing, pulling, and suddenly Debra was giving him the deep throat treatment, taking his cock all the way down into her throat until her lips were wrapped tight around the base of it.
The feeling was unreal, especially to a man who had never had a girl give him some deep throat action before, and in seconds he shocked the hell out of himself. He came again, for the third time in half an hour, something he hadn't even been able to do when he was a much younger, and hornier, man. He'd come three times in a night before, but only with a half-hour or so of rest between orgasms. And here was this young girl, pretty but nothing spectacular, bringing him to an orgasm three times in rapid succession. It was unreal.
"That was good!" the man said softly, too exhausted now to even move. He reached down and ran his fingers down Debra's cheek in a gentle caress.
"Glad you liked it," Debra said, smiling at him from where she was resting her head on his thigh. "I always like to see a man get his money's worth."
"Is that a hint that it's time to pay up?" he asked.
"Well, unless you think you're ready for act four?"
"Not hardly." The man slowly rolled off the bed, getting to his feet with a groan. "God, I won't be able to fuck again for a month." He picked up his wallet from the dresser and took several bills from it, handing them to Debra.
"Oh, I'm sure it won't be that long," Debra said with a laugh as she took the money from him without counting it. "You're quite a man." She got off the bed and without looking back walked into the living room, where she quickly got into her dress and put the money into her purse. She looked back into the bedroom and saw that the man was again collapsed on the bed, and it looked like he was going to sleep. She walked back into the bedroom, bent over the bed, kissed him gently on the lips, then let herself out of the hotel room quietly, a satisfied smile on her face. Not only had she made herself some pretty good money that afternoon, but she had satisfied several of her body's needs. Needs which had been plaguing her for almost a week. The need for sex-and the need to feel someone else inside of her. Someone besides Frank, the husband she hated.
When Debra got home it was still quite early, and she now regretted not making two "appointments" for this particular Wednesday. She wandered around the house for a while, looking for something to do, but the house was spotless. A check of the TV Guide showed that there was nothing on she was interested in watching, and after reading the same page of a book three times, without having the slightest idea of what she had read, she gave up on trying to read.
For lack of anything else to do Debra walked next door, to Marcie's house. She and Marcie had been very close friends for several years, but lately, ever since Debra had taken up her new Wednesday profession, they had drifted slightly apart.
The back door into Marcie's kitchen was open and Debra let herself in. She called out and got no answer, then heard the sound of the shower running. She began to rummage through the refrigerator, prodding at an assortment of cold and generally unappetizing looking leftovers, then settled for a piece of cold meatloaf and a glass of milk. Finishing the meatloaf, she took the glass into the living room, looking around for a magazine to look at and not finding one she hadn't already seen, then walked down the hall and tapped on the bathroom door. "Marcie? It's me, Debra."
"I'm taking a shower," Marcie called somewhat unnecessarily through the closed door. Debra tried the knob and found the door unlocked so she entered, closing the door quickly as steam billowed out into the hallway. "Christ!" she said. "It's like a steam bath in here. How can you see to get yourself clean?" After wiping off the beaded moisture Debra sat down on the toilet seat.
"By braille," Marcie said through the shower door. "Was there something in particular you wanted, or have you just turned into a shower voyeur?"
"I was bored with sitting at home, so I thought I'd come over and see what you were up to," Debra said.
"Well, you could have waited until I got out of the shower to come visiting."
"It's more fun this way." Debra couldn't help giggling when she realized that Marcie was probably ready to come out of the shower, but was staying in because of embarrassment.
The shower door clicked open an inch and Marcie's hand emerged. "Hand me a towel, will you?" she asked.
"Nope."
"Will you quit clowning and hand me a towel?"
"Get the towel yourself." Debra said, laughing.
Obviously angry, Marcie stomped from the shower, hurriedly wrapped a towel around herself and started for the door. Debra set her almost empty glass of milk down on the sink as her friend pushed past her, her nose in the air.
"Thanks a lot, Marcie," she said. "You make me feel like a dyke or something."
Marcie stopped dead, a strange expression on her face. She turned towards Debra, studying her. Debra remained seated on the toilet, avoiding Marcie's eyes, her gaze fixed on the blank wall in front of her.
"Are you serious?" Marcie asked. "Do you really think I'd think something like that about you?"
Debra continued to stare at the blank wall. "It's not something I'm likely to joke about," she said.
"You don't honestly believe that I think you're a lesbian, do you?" Marcie asked again, a half smile on her lips as if she was sure this was all a joke, but not a very funny one.
"Forget it," Debra said. "What difference does it make?"
"No! I can't forget it. You're my best friend. I mean, my God, I don't want you thinking that I think you're..."
"I said forget it," Debra interrupted. "It's not that important."
Marcie took off her shower cap, looking at Debra who still sat motionless, now looking at the floor. At first Marcie got sort of mad herself that Debra would think she would think such a thing, but then the realization came that here she was, a full-grown woman, deliberately hiding her naked body from her best friend, making an insult of it. And now her nakedness, or lack of it, had become a test of their friendship. Marcie let her towel slip to the floor and she struck a show girl pose, clowning to overcome her embarrassment. "Ta-taaaaaa," she sang, and Debra looked up at her in astonishment, a smile coming to her face.
For a moment there was an almost tangible strain in the room between them, then Debra laughed, and the laughter eased her tension and Marcie's embarrassment. Then Marcie laughed with her, laughed because she was happy that Debra was apparently no longer mad at her. She picked up her towel and began drying herself. "All of that was really sort of stupid," she said.
"Well, you certainly have nothing to be ashamed of," Debra said, looking at her. "Listen, any time you want to trade bodies, let me know. You've got a tremendous build."
"Do you really think so?"
"Are you kidding? Just look in the mirror."
Marcie finished drying herself, wiped the steam from the mirror with her towel, and began brushing her hair, her full breasts bouncing with the vigor of her brush strokes.
"You know, this may sound sort of strange," Debra said, "but would you mind if I took a shower, too? I mean, I know I live right next door, and that I've my own shower over there,- but it feels so good in here, and the idea of a hot shower is so appealing, so if you don't mind ..."
Marcie turned to her, smiling. "You want me to leave the room while you undress?" she asked. They both laughed, and Debra quickly stripped off her clothes.
While Debra undressed, Marcie sat down on the toilet seat Debra had vacated and dried between her toes. Relaxed from the hot water of the shower, she was almost dozing on the toilet seat. But when Debra leaned over and licked her tongue across one of her nipples she woke up in a hurry, pulling away.
"What are you doing?" she asked, shock and surprise in her voice.
"Just showing you how much I like you," Debra answered. "There, isn't anything wrong with that, is there?"
"That's a funny way to say you like some one," Marcie said. "Isn't that the kind of thing lesbians do? The kind of thing we were just talking about?"
"Yeah, I guess it is. But you know I'm not a lesbian, don't you? After all, we've known each other for a long time. And you know what I do on Wednesdays. And that's certainly not the kind of thing a lesbian would do, is it?"
"I guess you're right," Marcie said slowly "Have you ever tried ... tried, ah, making love to a woman, though? I mean, the way they talk about in books?"
"Yes, I have," Debra answered. "But it isn't the way they say it is in the books and in all those dirty jokes and so on. Love between two women can be really beautiful. Making love with men is out of sight, a real turn-on, but it's a heavy thing. It's not light and beautiful like it is with a woman. Only a woman can really understand the way another woman feels. Let me show you what I mean."
Debra bent over Marcie again, running her tongue tip around the edge of Marcie's nipple, then put a little sucking kiss right on the end of it. At first Marcie's body tightened up, but the shudder of excitement that passed through her very being was like nothing she had ever felt before. Not just the excitement of being kissed on her nipple, but the added excitement of the tenderness with which Debra did it and the quick thrill of doing something which she knew was wrong.
Debra settled down on her haunches, facing Marcie, and put her arms around the seated girl. She brought her lips down in a kiss that was more tender than Marcie had imagined a kiss could be. It went on and on, with their tongues just barely brushing together, then Debra brought one hand up to caress Marcie's breast, and she felt a floor of pure sexual excitement rushing through her body. Debra's arms went around Marcie, and when they did, Debra began to press harder and harder against her, her lips crushing against Marcie's, their tongues darting in and out and around each other in a dance that was no longer just tender, but now purely sexual in every connotation.
Finally the kiss broke, Debra pulled her head back, smiled at Marcie, then dropped her head again, her lips kissing and sucking at Marcie's nipple. Marcie felt one hand pressing between her thighs, and she started to speak, but before she could get a word out Debra again pressed their lips together, her tongue searching deep within Marcie's mouth.
Debra moved one of her hands from behind Marcie, rubbing it lightly across Marcie's belly, then ending it down into the hair between Marcie's legs. She kept kissing the seated girl, with more and more passion, passion that Marcie returned in full measure as Debra's fingers entwined in the patch of pubic hair, tugging slightly, sending little shocks of pleasure mixed with pain through Marcie's body. Marcie brought her hands up and began to fondle Debra's breasts, as Debra had fondled hers, and even more of that curious new excitement began to pour through her system in steady, irresistible waves.
Debra's breasts felt so warm and full and soft that Marcie just had to kiss them. She broke their tongue-searching kiss and then began to suck madly on one1 of Debra's nipples. She could feel Debra's breath coming faster and faster, the same as hers, and it felt so good that she involuntarily arched her back, almost pushing Debra back onto the bathroom floor.
Debra got up without saying a word, took Marcie's hand, lifted her off the toilet seat, then led her out into the living room and over to the couch. Using her hands to guide Marcie's faltering steps, she laid her down on the couch, putting her legs up on the cushions and stretching her out.
Debra looked down at Marcie for a few seconds, then knelt on the floor next to the couch and began showering kisses all over her stomach and thighs, at the same time running her hands up and down inside Marcie's thighs. One finger went back between Marcie's legs and into her, and without conscious thought the prone girl spread her legs apart.
When Marcie did that Debra shot her head forward like a striking snake. Her finger pulled out of Marcie's moist cunt and her tongue shot in, wiggling and turning, sliding in and out, the most tender, exciting tool of love that Marcie had ever felt inside her willing body. Men had done that to Marcie before, but it had never excited her with the same intensity that she was getting from Debra's tongue. She could hear herself moaning and feel her body twisting about on the couch as the excitement climbed towards a peak that could only end with complete release.
Marcie's hands sought out Debra's body, and the next thing she knew Debra was up on the couch with her, her legs on either side of Marcie's shoulders, her patch of pubic hair and wetly gleaming slit only inches from Marcie's face. Marcie turned her head to kiss the inside of Debra's thigh, then turned the other way to kiss the other side. Debra's tongue was driving her right out of her mind it felt so good, and Marcie slid her tongue into Debra's pussy, as deeply as she could, wiggling the tip around inside, the same way Debra was doing to her.
When Marcie did that, Debra's legs tightened around her, squeezing her, and Debra began to move her tongue in and out faster and faster. Marcie tried to match her speed, grabbing her hips and pulling Debra's body down tight on her face. In seconds Marcie felt the gathering tension and the tremendous burning between her legs that told her she was ready. Then every muscle in her body locked in a spasm as she came and came and came, at the same time feeling Debra's body, above hers, shuddering in a matching orgasm.
Marcie collapsed back on the couch, hardly able to breath, and the two of them lay there like that for several minutes, neither saying a word, both lost in their own thoughts.
"Do you think that I could do what you're doing?" Marcie asked suddenly. "Huh?"
"On Wednesdays. Do you think I could make money as a call girl?" At first Debra thought Marcie must be joking, but then she saw that the younger girl's expression was completely serious and that she was blushing slightly.
"Christ!" Debra exclaimed. "That's quite a jump, isn't it? I mean, from afraid of being nude in front of your best friend to becoming a hooker?"
"To be truthful," Marcie said, "I've been thinking about it for quite some time. I've seen the new clothes you've been getting, and how you've freed yourself from total dependence on Frank, and I wondered if maybe we could work together. You know, just to get me started."
"I think we'd make a fantastic team," Debra said, smiling. "But why don't you think about it a bit more? Think about it until Monday, then let me know. If you still want to give it a try, I'll see if I can't set up a double for Wednesday. Okay?"
"Okay, I'll let you know," Marcie said as she drifted off into an exhausted sleep. Debra looked down at her, a soft smile on her lips, then she pulled an Afghan over the sleeping form and left for her own house, already making plans of what the two of them could do together, and how much money they could make doing it.
CHAPTER FOUR
Marcie always made it a point to be up and neatly dressed and made up every afternoon at five when Barry, her husband, got home from work. But her little experiment with Debra had wiped her out, and when Barry got home she was still lying there on the couch, completely naked under the multicolored Afghan that Debra had thrown over her before leaving. In her sleep she had curled up into a soft, warm ball, like a kitten snuggled down, half on and half under the cover which was crumpled around her. One softly browned breast was exposed above the Afghan, and her dark hair was curled in little whisps around her face, framing it in childlike innocence.
Barry looked at her, and felt his cock pressing against the fabric of his trousers as it hardened with desire. He began to quickly strip his clothes off, and the sound of one shoe hitting the floor woke Marcie. She lay there looking at him for a moment, wondering how she was going to explain her sleeping naked in the middle of the afternoon, then, as Barry continued to pull his clothes off, she realized that she wasn't going to have to explain a thing. Barry had other things on his mind than why she was taking a nap at that time of day, in that condition of dress.
Barry finished stripping and walked over to the couch, and Marcie looked up at him, at his steel-hard cock, and smiled. She loved being fucked by Barry, even if he did pay more attention to his own pleasure than to hers. He stood there for a minute, measuring the couch with his eyes, and when Marcie realized what was on his mind she slid off the couch, onto the floor.
Barry squatted near Marcie's feet reached down and spread her beautifully formed legs apart with his hands, then knelt between them. He bent forward at the waist, as if bowing, bringing his head down towards the patch of dark brown hair in Marcie's crotch. Watching him, Marcie had been getting hotter and hotter, anticipating the feel of his cock in her cunt, and she gave a little moan of anticipation and lifted her hips to meet Barry's descending tongue.
Marcie's cuntlips were gently shaking and twitching in anticipation of the touch of Barry's pointed tongue, and that first touch, the sliding gently back and forth of his tongue, barely within the lips of her cunt, began to immediately heat Marcie's body, the heat joining the flush of anticipation that had already warmed her blood and set her heart to pounding.
Barry kept running his tongue slowly back and forth, back and forth, in no hurry, sliding it in no more than half an inch, barely touching the little nub of Marcie's clitoris, until Marcie felt as though she was going to scream if he didn't do something more soon. And she got her wish. She didn't have to scream.
With a smoothness that no cock could ever hope to match, Barry slid his teasing tongue deep into Marcie's pussy, teasing no more, flipping the tip of it around, tasting and tickling her vaginal walls. Then he slid it out again and rubbed it gently back and forth over the supersensitive bud of her clitoris.
He was giving Marcie head like he hadn't given it to her since before they were married, and neither he nor Marcie knew why he was acting that way. And Marcie didn't care, so long as he kept it up.
Marcie couldn't even remember the last time his tongue had done such a job on her She knew it had been years, though, since Barry had been so loving and tender with her-and so exciting to her body. In minutes he had her completely wound up, and she had to do something to bring him to the same high pitch of sexual excitement before she came all by herself, which was the one thing that Barry really didn't like. She couldn't hold herself back completely, though, and she started a little series of small orgasms, each blooming like a little flower in her mind, but not completely filling her with emotion to the point where she forgot all about Barry's pleasure.
By pulling and pushing on his shoulders and back and arms, wherever she could reach, Marcie got Barry to start turning around, turning without for a second taking his busy tongue from her cunt. Turning until eventually he got to the place where Marcie could get her arms around his waist. After that it was easy for her to get Barry just where she wanted him, especially since she had his complete cooperation once he realized what she was trying to do, where she was trying to get him.
Marcie pulled him around until Barry had to lift one leg, then he pulled his body up and over hers, his calves under Marcie's arms, his cock right over her face, pointed down at her waiting lips, her open mouth, her anxious tongue.
Marcie lifted her head up and kissed the head of Barry's cock, then wrapped her lips around it, sucking hard. Barry didn't waste a minute in following her lead. He drove his hard cock straight down, just as if he was driving it into a waiting cunt, deep into Marcie's mouth and on into her relaxed throat.
Marcie was good. She knew all the tricks on giving head, knew all the deep throat techniques, and although it was hard for her to take Barry all the way from the head of his cock to the base, hard for her to get her throat lined up just the right way with him lying on top of her, she managed to get all his cock inside of her throat.
Barry began to pump his cock in and out of Marcie's throat, and each time he drove it into her throat she would hum a little, causing her throat and mouth and cheeks to vibrate against the shaft of Barry's cock.
And she knew just how much that was turning him on by the way Barry's tongue was going to it on her clit and in her cunt.
Barry's tongue was driving in and out of Marcie's cunt with almost frantic speed, as if he was trying to bring her to an orgasm right away, before he came. Every so often he would send his tongue out to tease her clit, then jam it deep in her vagina again, twisting it around, tasting with it, teasing with it, turning her on with it until her hips began to shake as she approached a climax.
To give his tongue a better shot at her cunt, Barry slid his hands under Marcie's ass, lifting her up, and when he got her off the floor his fingers slid into the crack of her ass, one of them coming to rest right on the tight pucker of her anus. Marcie felt an almost electric thrill rush through her body as Barry's finger poked at her ass, probing for an opening, then sliding up inside of her as she consciously relaxed her anal sphincter.
In a flash Barry matched rhythms, giving her rectum the same treatment with his finger that her cunt was getting from his tongue. And as Barry was making these moves, his cock was continuing its driving pumping in and out of Marcie's mouth, burying itself so deep in her throat with each stroke that she could feel his balls slapping against her Adam's apple.
Long, exciting minutes went by, then Marcie felt Barry's tongue sliding out of her cunt, down along the crack between her legs, then it shot through her spread asshole as Barry's ringers held her buttocks spread wide apart. And it was only seconds before Barry had a new rhythm going, one that was driving Marcie right out of her mind.
Barry's tongue would shoot deep into Marcie's rectum, withdraw, then dart to her cunt for a lick. Then it was back to her ass, while, during all of this, his fingers were busy working away at the quivering, excited little nub of her clitoris.
As good as that tongue fucking was, though, Marcie wanted still more. She wanted the feel of Barry's cock inside of her cunt or ass-right then she didn't care which-filling her body with his meaty essence. She was right on the verge of an orgasm, and she could tell by the way he was pumping away at her mouth that Barry was just as close. And that wasn't the way she wanted it. This time she wanted it inside her body, not her mouth.
Barry seemed to sense what Marcie wanted, because after giving her rectum one last, deep lick and her clitoris one last rub and pinch with his fingers, he lifted his head, pulled his cock out of Marcie's mouth, and used his hands to quickly roll Marcie over onto her stomach. He wasn't gentle about it, but Marcie was in too much of a hurry for him to get inside of her to think about asking him to take it a little easier.
After rolling Marcie over on the rug, Barry again knelt between her legs. His hands went to Marcie's hips, grasping and lifting them, and, welcoming what was to come, Marcie bent her body, lifting her ass to Barry's probing cock.
She felt the head of his cock searching at the crack of her ass, and since Barry's hands were busy holding her waist, holding her off the floor, Marcie reached back with one hand to direct him. Barry's cock was well lubricated with Marcie's saliva, her ass was wet from his tongue, and it was with a moan and a shudder of pleasure that she felt his hot, hard cock slide through her anus, driving with one smooth, strong stroke all the way into her ass, as deep as he could shove it.
Barry slowly began to slide his cock in and out of her rectum, really giving Marcie everything she had been wanting, demanding, from him. With each stroke, Marcie would press her ass back against Barry, back until she could feel the tickling hairs around the base of his cock pressing against the flesh of her buttocks. Back until she could feel his scrotum swinging forward to slap against the dripping lips of her cunt. And all of that felt so good that she couldn't help moaning and crying, begging Barry to give her more and more of his hard cock.
Barry must have known that Marcie was getting very close to a climax because, with his cock all the way inside her ass he stopped his pumping and bent up tight against her, pressing his hairy chest against Marcie's smooth back, and began to run his tongue over the tender skin of her neck. Marcie turned her head a little to the side, and when she did Barry's teeth found her ear, nibbling at it, little bites that sent sharp messages of pain to mingle with the pleasure signals that were radiating along her nerves from her ass.
There was nothing Marcie could do right then except kneel there, holding the weight of Her body on her arms, while Barry's tongue darted into her ear, searching around, depositing a layer of saliva. A layer that turned icy cold seconds later when he began to blow gently into her ear.
Barry's hands slid down from Marcie's waist, supporting her weight with his forearms, and two searching fingers slid into her hot, wet pussy. With his other hand, he found the tender little nub of her clitoris, so sensitive that touching it brought almost as much pain as pleasure to Marcie. He began to pinch and tickle it until Marcie began to moan out her excitement. It was more than she could stand right then, and she ground her ass back against Barry, moving it back and forth, up and down, around in little circles, begging him to get his hard hot cock working again before she went insane from wanting and needing an orgasm.
Slowly Barry began to slide his cock in and out of Marcie's rectum again, drawing back until only the head of his cock was inside her anal ring, then sliding forward again until he was buried full-length in her ass. The fires of sexual excitement were burning so strongly inside both Barry and Marcie that neither of them were going to be able to hold out much longer. And neither of them wanted to hold out much longer.
Suddenly, without giving her any warning, Barry released his grip on Marcie and pushed her down, flattening her out on the rug. He lowered his body down on top of hers, resting his weight on her back, and began to slam his cock in and out of her rectum with hard, fast strokes. It was time for him to come, and when Marcie felt his cock jumping around inside of her and a hot gush of come flooding through her and coating the walls of her rectum her own climax came, a fire-filled orgasm that had her bouncing up and down under Barry as she completely lost control of her body. Hot and cold flashes of fire poured through her body and mind, and she reached back and up, her fingers curved into claws, grabbing at Barry's ass, trying to pull his driving cock even deeper into her clutching ass.
In just a very few seconds, Barry stopped pumping and was just lying there on top of Marcie, his cock still buried full length in her ass, still shooting come into her. He was hardly breathing as he shot his load into Marcie, then, with the last drop, Barry's breath was released with an explosive sigh and he began gasping new air into his lungs to feed his oxygen-starved tissues.
Marcie's lungs were also laboring and burning, trying to get enough air, and she felt as though someone had been beating on her body for an hour or so. She was sore all over, but she also felt great and ready for more fucking just as soon as she caught her breath. Barry pulled his softening cock out of her ass and rolled off her, and she rolled over onto her back, ready to tease his cock back to life. When she looked at him, though, she knew that she might get fucked again that night, hopefully in the cunt next time, but it wasn't going to be for quite a while. Barry was lying there on the floor, still trying to catch his breath, but he was looking at the door from the living room to the kitchen. And Marcie knew what he had on his mind right then. And it wasn't sex.
When Debra left Marcie asleep on her living room couch, she started back for her own house, to wait for Frank, but soon found that the same problem which had driven her to Marcie's to start with was still bothering her. She was, quite simply, bored. So she decided to go out for a couple of drinks before coming home and starting supper.
A short drive brought her to a posh bar near the center of a small business district. Without thinking about it, she knew that the bar would be fairly busy at that time of afternoon, and what she wanted more than anything right then was to be among people. Debra didn't necessarily want to be with anyone. She just didn't want to be alone.
As she had known it would be, the bar was filled with people taking an afternoon drink break, or a late, alcoholic lunch from the insurance, real estate and stock brokerage offices in the neighborhood. The customers were mostly men, elbows leaning on the bar drinks in hand, cigarettes smoldering. And suddenly Debra felt self-conscious, pinned to the wall by the brief stares she got when she walked in the door. It was as if she was carrying a sign that said she was a hooker on the loose, and she didn't like the feeling that gave her, nor the idea that men were casually wondering how much an hour of her time would cost.
Debra spotted an empty stool near the end of the bar and she quickly made her way to it, sitting down and ordering a Manhattan from the slightly swish-appearing bartender. When the drink came, she tossed most of it down in one throat-burning gulp, and started to motion the bartender for a refill when she felt the pressure of a hand on her shoulder.
"Hello," said the young man standing there next to her. "Can I buy you a drink?"
Debra looked at him for a minute, liking what she saw. Liking the wavy blond hair, the open, smiling face with slightly uneven teeth, the slender body that was obviously in rather good shape beneath the well-cut light tan suit.
"That'd be nice," Debra said, smiling up at him. "A Manhattan, please."
The young man placed her order and the bartender, a slight scowl on his face, turned away, mixed the drink, then sat it in front of Debra. The young man put a five on the bar, and in seconds the bartender had made change and walked off to the other end of the bar with a quite audible sniff.
"My name's Jim," the young man said. "And yours is?"
"Debra," she replied, turning on a soft smile and wondering if he was trying to pick her up because she was a woman, alone, or if he thought she was a hustler and he was trying to find out if she was in his price range. Somehow, Debra hoped that it was the former, for she rather liked the outgoing young man despite the fact that less than a dozen words had passed between them.
Debra willed her body to relax and just sat back to see how Jim was going to come on. She knew that one way or the other he was going to try to get her into the sack, and that she was probably going to let him have what he wanted, but some perversity forced her to just sit there, letting him do all the work. And it didn't take her long to realize that he was simply trying to pick her up. That he had no idea she spent her Wednesdays working as a hooker, selling what he was hoping he would soon score for free.
"What's your sign?" Jim asked, surprising Debra out of her introspective study.
"Sagitarius," she answered. "What's yours?" She really didn't care, not being a believer in astrology, but she could see how hard Jim was trying to make some sort of conversation, and she realized that she was going to have to help him a little or he was going to give up before he was even well started.
"Cancer." Jim looked at her for a moment, waiting to see if she was going to say anything more, but Debra simply took another sip of her drink and stared at the mirror in back of the bar.
"Look," he said suddenly, "if you'd rather I left you alone, just say so."
Debra suddenly realized that she had pushed him as far as he was going to go in trying to keep the conversation going, and that he was going to split if she didn't start acting a bit more normal. And at the same time, she also realized that she was desperately hoping that he would not go away, leaving her alone again.
"I'm sorry," she said softly, turning and smiling to Jim, laying one hand on his arm where it was resting on the bar. "I'm not really used to drinking this early in the afternoon, and I guess these two drinks have sort of gotten to me." As she was speaking Debra noticed that she wasn't bullshitting Jim. The drinks had quickly gone to her head, probably because she hadn't had any lunch and only a piece of toast and a cup of coffee for breakfast. "Why don't we get out of here?" she asked.
Jim simply nodded, got up, took her hand, and led her out of the bar. Outside he led her to an Oldsmobile parked at the curb, then turned back for a moment. "Do you have a car here?" he asked.
"Yes," Debra answered. "But you can bring me back to pick it up. After." Jim smiled down at her, then held the door of his car open for her.
"My place all right?" he asked. Debra nodded and he pulled away from the curb after waiting for a break in traffic. It seemed like only minutes later they pulled up in front of a large, ultra-modern apartment building. Jim held the door open for her, and after she got out of the car he put his arm possessively around her shoulders and led her into the building and up a flight of side steps to the second floor. He slipped his key into the lock of apartment 212 and pushed the door open, standing back to let her enter before him. She stood by the door silently while he crossed the room to turn on a small lamp in one corner.
"Sit down," Jim said, motioning to the couch along one wall. "Would you care for another drink?"
Debra shook her head, and the slight motion increased the pressure of the headache that was slowly building up behind her eyes. Jim walked over to the large stereo component system on a series of shelves and started a large tape player, filling the room with soft, noncommittal music. The kind of music that was perfect when you planned on doing something besides listening to music-like fucking.
Without saying anything more, Jim walked over to the couch, sat down next to her, then brought his lips down to hers in a gentle kiss. He held his lips there for a moment, then shot his tongue through them and into her open, waiting mouth. His tongue slid lightly over and around hers, feeling it, pressing against it, and Debra began to feel surges of heat building up in her body as his strong form pressed against her. Jim's lips were pressing, straining against hers as their tongues wetted each other, and the pressure of his teeth against her lips was hurting her, but she ignored the pain as she returned his kiss, tasting his large tongue, sending hers into his mouth when his withdrew for a moment.
Debra's body began to move about on the couch as she tried to find a more comfortable position, a position not so crushed beneath Jim's weight. She felt his chest heaving as his breath began to come more and more heavily, and the heaving of his chest started an excitement in her breasts, her nipples quickly hardening under the thin cloth of her blouse.
Jim drew his body back away from hers and slid one hand between them, pressing his palm against her yielding breast. He rubbed the hardened nub of her nipple between two fingers, feeling it, teasing it, torturing it. And it grew harder and harder under his touch. Again his lips pressed against Debra's and their tongues exchanged moisture. His body seemed to be enveloping Debra's and her hand gripped his upper arm, holding it between them, holding his hand against her breast.
With his left hand, Jim pulled Debra towards him again, and with his right he ran the zipper of her dress down. He brought his hand around, under her dress, and cupped her full breast, turning Debra on. causing her to arch her back, thrusting her body against his. Her eyes were closed tight and for the first time in a long while she was simply enjoying sex, without having to worry about the customer's satisfaction or the possibility that her partner, in the case of her husband, was going to beat hell out of her after they had finished. Now all she felt was the dizzy warmth of her sexual excitement, Jim's warm touch on her breast, his breath in her mouth, and she couldn't help but respond to him. She felt a warm rush of wetness between her legs, and afraid that it might cause a distracting odor she clamped her legs tight together. Jim was beyond noticing such actions, though, as his hand cupped behind her head, supporting her as he pressed her down on the couch, his tongue still working in her mouth, his other hand caressing her breast and sensitive nipple.
As Debra dropped down prone on the couch, her skirt crept up over her thighs until it barely covered the crotch of her brief black panties, and Jim reached down to run his fingers over the damp cloth, feeling through the fabric for the little bud of her clitoris. Crooking his fingers, he pulled the cloth away from Debra's crotch, then slid them between the folded flesh of her cunt lips. One finger slid deep into her cunt, which immediately tightened around it as Debra flexed her vaginal muscles. Slowly he began to slide it in and out of the already well-lubricated hole, teasing her with it, pressing his thumb against the flesh which still concealed her clit from his probing fingers. He pressed his hand against her crotch, testing her cunt with his fingers for a moment, then slowly pulled the exploring digit away, letting the cloth snap back into place.
With his hand again free, Jim sent it up to the elastic waistband of her panties. Debra arched her hips off the couch to help him as he slowly pulled them down to her knees. Then he shifted his position on the couch to allow him to pull them all the way off her legs, and at the same time he lowered his body between her legs, his head dropping towards her crotch.
Jim's tongue sought out Debra's cunt, tasting the salty film of fluid, his tongue wiggling inside her vagina. He pressed one finger against her clitoris, rubbing it as he slid his tongue in and out, and with his other hand he grabbed one of her buttocks to hole her still on the couch, to stop the twisting of her body being brought about by the fire that was beginning to rush through her veins and into her swimming brain.
"Ohhhh, yes!" Debra moaned, her ham going down to press against the back of Jim's head. "Eat me! Eat me!" she cried Jim speeded his tongue's penetration of her cunt, taking his hands from her ass and transferring them to her hips to lift her crotch nearer to his face.
Jim lifted his head from Debra's dripping cunt and looked at it, at the gleaming folds of flesh and damp strands of brick red hair. His cock was actually hurting now from being cramped inside his slacks, and with one hand he reached down and released his zipper, allowing his cock to spring free. Debra, seeing his action, reached down and wrapped her fingers around his hot, hard shaft, caressing it, feeling the ridges made by the veins over the blood-engorged flesh. Then she reached up to his hip and began to pull him forward on the couch.
Awkwardly Jim worked off his slacks and shorts without getting up from the couch, then inched forward until his cock was pressed between them, against the soft skin of Debra's stomach, the small drops of lubricating fluid from the end smearing across her belly. Again he slid a finger into her cunt, rolling his body slightly so that they were lying side by side on the couch, their bodies pressed together, their lips again meeting in a deep, tongue-swapping kiss. But Debra could not keep up the kiss. Her breath was coming too fast, her lungs demanding too much air for her to keep her mouth pressed against his.
Jim could see from the way she was biting at her lip, gasping for breath, wiggling against him, that she was hot and growing hotter with each passing second, with each thrust of his finger into her cunt. He brought his head forward and bit lightly a her neck, his tongue licking the film of sweat from the hollow of her throat. With his tongue he pressed almost brutally against the hard button of her clitoris while his finger speared in and out of her cunt, and she began to feel the contractions of her cunt that spoke of an impending orgasm.
Debra was ready for something besides Jim's finger in her cunt, and she made that plain to him by spreading her legs as wide as she could, one leg going off the couch and to the floor, the other going up onto the back of the couch. Jim bent his knees slightly, sliding them between her spread legs, then he wrapped his arms around her, turning her slightly so that her body was now partially beneath his.
Jim, knowing that they were both close to coming, rammed his cock against Debra's crotch, but he wasn't in quite the right place and her cunt wasn't that dilated, and the head of it slid off, back against the slightly rough cloth of the couch. Debra, smiling slightly, reached down and encircled his cock with her hand, bringing it back, centering the head between the waiting lips of her cunt. She was well lubricated, and with his cock now in the right place, a steady push of his hips and his cock slid straight and deep into her vagina.
Jim drew back a bit, pulling his cock almost all the way out of Debra's cunt, and she brought her legs around him, locking her ankles behind his ass, pulling down on him and at the same time driving her body upwards, pulling his cock into her. She tried to hold him there, but Jim was in no mood for passively feeling the heat of her cunt walls wrapped tight around the shaft of his cock. He began to jam his hips back and forth, slamming in and out of her, and Debra reached down and took hold of his scrotum, pressing the balls with almost painful pressure, matching her pressing to the rhythm of his pumping.
Then, suddenly and before Debra was quite ready for it, she felt the wild surging of his cock inside of her and the spurting of hot fluid shooting from the end of it, burning the walls of her cunt, making her vaginal canal even more slippery as it blended with her lubrication. Debra felt as though all the breath had been squeezed from her lungs, and Jim slammed his body against hers in battering, frantic thrusts. And just when sh[ thought that he was going to finish before she reached her own orgasm Debra began to come in thundering spasms.
She writhed and twisted on the couch as she came, working her cunt over his cock as Jim's thrusts slowed. She gasped for breath and her mouth and throat were so dry that she croaked, rather than crying out as the orgasm took her. Then, with a final shudder, it was over.
Jim held his cock deep inside Debra's cunt for long minutes, feeling the heat and quivering of her cunt muscles, then he pulled slowly, gingerly, back away from her, releasing his cock from her clutching vagina. Free, he rolled over onto his back, the two of them crowded on the narrow couch, and let his breath out in an explosive whoosh.
Jim's cock began to soften, and he reached over and took Debra's hand, directing it to his shrinking organ. Debra wrapped her fingers about it, the tip of one of them rubbing softly at the head, once again exciting him. But Jim was in no hurry to start all over again, being satisfied for the moment, and he reached down, fumbled in his discarded trousers for his lighter, took a cigarette from the pack in the shirt he was still wearing, and shook two of them free.
"Want one?" he asked, holding the twin white cylinders out to Debra.
"Thanks." She took the proffered cigarette from him, then drew in deeply when he held the flame from his lighter to the tip. He reached behind him, got an ashtray off the table at the end of the couch, and balanced it on his sweat-filmed stomach.
"You're a pro, aren't you?" he asked.
"What?"
"I asked if you were a pro. A hooker."
"How did you know?" Debra asked after a long pause.
"Just a guess, really," he answered. "There was something about the way you were acting in the bar. Like you were looking for something-or trying to forget something."
"You're pretty perceptive," Debra said with a slight smile. "In other words, I was right." "Well, partially." "Partially?"
"Once a week, only." Debra took a deep drag on her cigarette then crushed it out in the ashtray which threatened to fall off Jim's stomach.
"I don't understand," Jim said, catching the ashtray as it started to slide off his stomach.
"I only ... work ... one day a week. Or Wednesday, and then only during the day."
"And the rest of the week?"
"I play at being a housewife."
"Does your husband know?" Jim said.
"I hope to hell he doesn't. If he did he'd probably beat the hell out of me. Or kill me." Debra shuddered slightly as she thought about how Frank would probably reach should he learn of her Wednesday activities.
"Were you, ah, working before you met your husband? I hope you don't mind me asking these questions, but you'll have to admit that, for a man, it's a pretty interesting subject."
"No, I don't mind a bit," Debra said "And since you asked, no, I wasn't working at being a hooker when I met my husband As a matter of fact, I just got into the business about a year ago."
"You mind if I ask how? And why?"
"Well," Debra said, frowning slightly, "it started because I was, really, pretty old-fashioned about sex. I was married, and I was true to my husband. In attitude, then, I guess I was almost his slave. It was old-fashioned and square and out-of-step with the women's lib movement and all of that, but it was something I had settled on way back in high school. I was going to find myself a man I loved and be true to him."
"But you changed your mind," Jim said, lighting another cigarette.
"Yeah. Give me one of those, will you?" Debra paused for a moment to light the cigarette, then continued. "I started spotting little things that made me think my husband was playing around on me. He's out of town every Wednesday, until pretty late at night. And it used to be that when he came home he was horny as hell. Then he started being 'too tired' on Wednesday nights. And a couple of times when I called his motel room someone else would answer. A woman. And she'd say I had the wrong number, or he must be in another room. Things like that. It happened three or four times, then he started getting on me about checking up on me. And that's when our second problem started. He began getting pretty rough: He'd always had a temper, but he never got physical-at least with me. Then one night he beat the hell out of me, and after that every time he'd get mad, I'd get thumped. Then I met Larry."
"Larry?" Jim asked.
"I was working then, and Larry was one of the ad writers in the office where I worked. He was a really nice guy, and we got to be quite good friends."
"Is he the guy who turned you out?"
"No," Debra said. "He's the guy who turned me on. You see, besides being old-fashioned about marriage, I was pretty dumb about sex, too. Which might have been part of the reason my husband started playing around. All I knew was man on top, woman on the bottom, and bang-bang."
"I didn't know there were any women like that left around," Jim said, smiling again.
"Well, I was one, hard as it may be to believe. Anyway, Larry worked in the same office with me, and he seemed to be a really nice guy. Different from the others."
"Different? In what way?"
"Well, when he'd stop at my desk to talk for a few minutes, it seemed as though he actually wanted to talk to me, not just score points, hoping to get me into bed. I know now that girls, most girls, like playing those little games with men, flattered when a man tries to get into her pants, whether she's planning on cooperating or not. To a lot of girls it was the game that counted, not the outcome. But I just wasn't that way. Do you understand what I'm trying to say?"
"I think so," Jim answered. "You're saying that Jim liked you as a person, not as a sex object, to borrow a phrase from women's lib."
"Right!" Debra exclaimed. "He wasn't playing games, and he realized that I didn't care for games. That I wasn't going to cheat on my husband. There was nothing wrong with him, though. He played the games with the other girls in the office. That's what convinced me that he was really interested. All the other guys in the office had made passes at me at one time or another, but not Larry."
"Had you gone for any of those other passes?"
"No way! Why, I was so square I'd blush at a four letter word. Half the time I'd get mad if anyone made a pass at me."
"Which helps explain your attraction to Larry," Jim said.
"Right again. When he'd stop to talk to me, or when we'd eat our lunches together, our talk was usually about serious things, not the little jokes and insinuations that most man-woman conversations seem to be made up of. In all our talks, and our several lunches, Larry never made a pass at me. I guess I was really beginning to like him.
And then the troubles with my husband started. And Larry finally asked me to go out. On a Wednesday."
"Did you go?" Jim asked.
"You bet your sweet ass I did! The night before my husband and I had gone round and round, and I was pissed. So when Larry asked me out I accepted without a second thought."
"Did he know you were married?"
"Yeah. He also knew about my husband being out of town on Wednesdays. So he asked me out for an early dinner and a show. On Wednesday." Debra crushed out her cigarette and lay quietly, staring at the ceiling, lost in thought.
"And?" Jim prompted after a few moments.
"Huh? Oh, yeah. The date. We started off with good, rare prime rib at a little first-rate restaurant that Larry knew about, along with three or four drinks. We both just rambled on through dinner, talking mostly about the big news stories of the day, but not really saying much of anything. Just comfortable small talk, you know?"
"Yeah."
"Anyway, after dinner we went to a show, a movie, not a stage play, and I can't really say that I cared for it. It was one of those then risque X-rated films, which were a lot milder than the X-films we have now. It was all about who was going to bed with whom, and what they were going to do when they got there. That seemed to be the entire plot, and while there were a lot of naked bodies around and a lot of four letter words, there was no actual fucking."
"And that got an X-rating?" Jim asked, incredulously.
"Remember, this was several years ago. Before, even, 'I Am Curious, Yellow,' or whatever that turkey was called. It was really terrible for me, though, and I was glad that the darkness of the theater hid my blushes from Larry. Like I said, I was really square then."
"What happened after the show?"
"Well, the drinks earlier, the happiness I felt from being with Larry, the differences between him and my husband, and the gentle way he had held my hand through the movie relaxed me and I sort of let my guard down. I was sure, for some reason, that I could trust Larry not to try to take advantage of me. That's why, when he suggested that we go up to his place to listen to some of his collection of classical music, and perhaps have another drink or two, I went for it."
"The idea of being alone with him in his apartment didn't bother you?" Jim asked.
"Of course it did. At least a little. But I felt that I could trust him, and besides, I wanted to hear some of his tapes. They were fantastic!"
"You're a classical music freak?" Jim asked, surprise in his voice.
"Yep. Very much. Larry's apartment turned out to be really beautifully furnished, in quiet good taste, and with a big plate glass window looking out over the lake. He mixed drinks for us, which we drank while looking through his tape collection, and after putting a tape on he mixed us fresh drinks, turned the lights down low to keep them from detracting from the music, and we went over to sit on the couch in front of the window." *
"Sounds like he was setting you up," Jim said. "What kind of mood were you in."
"Very relaxed, quiet and happy," Debra said. "So much so that I was almost asleep. I didn't even notice when the cut on the tape changed and the speakers began to throb with that insistent, climbing beat of Ravel's Bolero. Are you familiar with it?"
"Yes. A beautiful, and very sexy piece of music. Seduction music."
"Right on! But I didn't realize that at the time. I didn't even notice when Larry's arm began to tighten around my shoulders. "Without thinking about it I just moved closer to him, then his hand touched my cheek, turning my face towards his, and my lips parted as his mouth met mine in a kiss as light and tender as a feather's touch."
"And you kissed him back?"
"I sure did. My eyes were closed, my mind drifting in a sort of limbo of pleasure as his hand dropped to my breast, caressing it through my blouse. His lips kept pressing harder and harder against mine, and our breaths were coming faster and faster as I turned my body toward his. I seemed to be something I had no control over."
"What do you mean?" Jim asked.
"Well, I guess that the hatred had been building up inside of me for my husband, and deep inside I wanted to get even. And I wanted to think that some man loved me. I was cooperating with Larry, but on a completely unconscious level."
"You let him keep on playing?" Jim asked.
"I sure did! I wasn't thinking, though, just feeling. I had no thought of stopping him as his fingers released the buttons on my blouse, opening and pulling it from the confines of my skirt. I not only didn't think of stopping him, but I actually turned to help him as he released the snap on my bra."
"You must have been pretty wiped out from the drinks he had poured into you."
"No, not at all. I guess maybe I might have been a little light-headed from the drinks, but certainly not drunk. I can't use that as an excuse, not that I need one. I liked what he was doing to me. And I liked it even more when he began to run his hand over my body. His palm was dry and smooth, and felt very hot. He started out with it on my belly, but soon moved it upwards to cup one of my breasts. That really sent thrills and ripples of excitement through my body, and I remember feeling my nipple harden under his touch, pressing against his palm, telling him of my secret desires more eloquently than any words could have."
Without thinking about it, as she talked, Debra's hands came up and she began to rub her breasts, bringing the nipples to hard little points. Jim, seeing this, began to smile.
"What about Larry?" Jim asked. "Did you start giving him a little action?"
"No," Debra said. "Not at first. I just sat there and accepted what he was doing as he bent me backwards on the couch, his head dropping, his lips caressing my neck, his tongue probing gently at the hollow of my throat. It felt wonderful, and when his hands gently supported my back as his head dipped lower still, his lips going to my breast, I shifted about a little to make it easier for him."
"Sounds like you were getting turned on."
"You know it. I'll tell you, it sure felt good when that warm wetness of his tongue began flicking against my nipple. I was awfully sensitive and tender there, and the small bites that his teeth were taking as he sucked my nipple into his mouth sent small shocks, like an electric current, through my system. Then his hands went down to my hips, and he began lifting me, at the same time moving his head still farther down."
"Were you still helping him?" Jim asked, placing one hand on Debra's soft thigh.
"Yeah. His tongue felt out of sight, and it left a little streak of mingled hot and cold on my skin as it moved across my ribs. And it really sent a thrill through me when he stabbed it into my navel. His tongue, and the not quite smooth feel of his cheek on my skin was really beginning to build a fire in me."
"Beginning? Sounds more like you were ready to come," Jim said with a laugh, beginning to move his fingers slightly on Debra's thigh.
"No, I wasn't quite that far along, yet. But while he had been doing all that kissing on my stomach his hands had been working at the cloth of my skirt, bunching it up around my hips, and his hands finally came to rest between me and the couch, cupping the back of my thighs. I was still reacting to his kisses on my stomach when suddenly his head dropped still lower, and I felt his hot breath brushing against my thighs and his lips kissing the inside of my leg. It was as though my mind was a long ways away, but I could feel everything that was happening sharply and clearly. I wasn't thinking about it, but I knew that my body was twisting and turning, my legs spreading slightly, just begging for the touch of his kiss."
As she said that Debra turned her body slightly, and Jim's fingers slid down from the top of her thigh to her inner leg, just below the fine red hair of her cunt.
"Larry's fingers hooked in the elastic of my panties, pulling them slowly downwards, and I lifted my hips to help him. His lips were tracing across my skin, following the descending elastic band, and they felt very moist-and very good. It was a shock, but one I liked, when his tongue moved into the hair, and I didn't even notice when he pulled my panties completely off. My legs were together, but I spread them again without thinking, and he once again began kissing the insides of them. My legs started quivering and shaking, almost like they had a life of their own, and at that moment nothing seemed as important to me as the touch of his lips on my body. I was arched back on the couch, the moon shining through the window and right into my eyes, and I could feel my hips making little, small jerks as a hot ball of passion seemed to be building inside of me."
Without looking at him Debra dropped one hand from where it had been fondling her breast and laid it on top of Jim's cock, which immediately began to grow.
"From that point I really didn't care what Larry did," she said. "All I cared about was what his hands were doing to me, and that was lifting my legs slightly and spreading them still farther apart. His breath felt scalding hot as he moved between my legs, kissing softly with his lips, his tongue brushing back and forth, just barely touching my clit. He was spreading me apart with each pass of his tongue, turning me on, and when he began to nibble at my clit he sent a flush of feeling through my body that locked every muscle for an instant. It was only the need to support myself on the couch that kept my hands from the hair on the back of his head, that kept me from pressing his face tight against me, that kept me from begging him, with my hands, to go farther and farther until my body was completely free and completely his. I was that far gone."
"Sounds like you had forgotten all about your thing about being true to your husband," Jim said, his fingers brushing through the hair in Debra's crotch.
"Well, yes and no," Debra said, wrapping her fingers around Jim's stiff cock. "Later other things happened. But right then he started moving his tongue faster and faster, spreading me farther and farther apart, then, all of a sudden, he stuck his tongue all the way into me, and it felt wonderful. Sort of a deep seeking, a soft and tender lance of love."
"That sounds like something out of a bad porno book," Jim said with a laugh.
"Maybe," Debra said, laughing along with him. "But that's what it felt like at the time. His tongue was searching and his nose was pressed tight against my clit. He was tearing my emotions apart with his tongue, setting me on fire. My flesh felt like it was being turned to heated jelly and my missing willpower into pure submissiveness. The passion that was filling my body seemed to be ready to burst out towards him from the excitement of his tongue loving."
"How long did he keep on giving you head, without trying to screw you?" Jim asked, his finger sliding between the lips of Debra's cunt, feeling around for her clitoris.
"Not much longer. He kept it up for a few more minutes, then he lifted his head and moved quickly upwards again. His arms crushed me against him and his legs went between mine."
"Aha! The plot thickens. And, I imagine, so did his cock."
"It had thickened long before that. But I guess I had been sort of ignoring it, concentrating totally on what he was doing to my body. Anyway, one of his hands dropped away from my back, and I heard the soft sliding sound of his zipper being opened, then felt his cock pressing against my leg. We were kissing again, and I felt him shifting around on top of me, then that hot piece of meat was pressed against my cunt, where his tongue had just been turning me into jelly. He was taking it slow and easy, and I guess he should have rushed it a little. That would have kept me from thinking about what he was doing." "Why?"
"Because," Debra said, "right about then I started thinking about my husband, and my marriage, and my attitudes towards marriage. And that screwed up the whole thing. I wasn't really thinking about what I was doing, and my body began twisting and turning under him, trying to stop him."
"Did you stop him?" Jim asked, sliding one finger deep into Debra's hot, wet cunt.
"Yeah, for a moment," Debra said, beginning to run her fingers up and down the shaft of Jim's cock. "I guess he understood what the problem was. We had discussed it a couple of times, and Larry was very understanding. He drew away from me for a moment, then, before I could jump up and away from him, he pulled my body down onto the floor and once again his lips were between my legs."
"And what did you do?" Jim asked.
"Something that surprised me as much as it did Larry. Remember, I was very square about sex. No man had ever balled me except my husband, and oral sex wasn't something he was into. He had never eaten me, and I had never even thought about giving him head. That was, I thought at the time, dirty." "But?"
"Well, he was lying next to me on the floor, with his head between my legs, his feet up over my head. At first Larry was kissing the insides of my thighs again, but then he went back to the center, to my cunt and clit, and when he did he had to lift up, sort of lying over me. His cock was right there in front of my face, where I could see it clearly, and I sort of moved my head a little and kissed it. And at the time I had never even really looked at a cock before. That was quite a step for me."
"What did he think of that?" Jim asked.
"What do you think? When I kissed him he stiffened for a minute, then pushed his cock down towards me, so I just opened my mouth and let it slide in. I had heard about men and women doing that from other women, you know how they talk about such things, and it seemed, to be what he wanted. So I did it. And he really started working on me with his tongue again, at the same time jerking his hips back and forth. And it like just seconds before my body seemed to explode right along with his. We both came at the same time. It was wonderful, like nothing I had ever felt with my husband. I had had orgasms before, but nothing like that. I felt as if my body was going to fly apart, and all I could see in front of my eyes were flashing colors, whether they were open or closed. I hadn't realized before then that the human body was capable of feeling something as strong as that."
"And he came at the same time? That was lucky."
"Yeah, I guess so," Debra said, tightening her grip on Jim's cock. "He had his cock as deep as it would go in my mouth, and it began jerking around. Then, all of a sudden, there was this hot, salty flood of gooey fluid in my mouth, and I had to gulp it down to keep from choking. I didn't particularly enjoy that, and I still don't, but the feelings that were filling my own body made it worth it."
"And afterwards you found out that Larry had a second occupation," Jim said. "He was moonlighting as a pimp."
"No, not at all. Afterwards we just lay there for a while, had a cigarette and another drink, then he took me home. Neither of us said a word about what had happened, but after that we started taking every Wednesday afternoon off and heading for his place. And it didn't take long before I completely got over the hang-up of only fucking my husband, and Larry opened up a whole new world to me. He did wonderful things to my mind and body, things that I hadn't even realized my body had been searching for and needing."
"But what happened to get you started turning tricks?" Jim asked.
"About six months after we started our Wednesday afternoon thing, Larry got an offer of a better job. In New York. He wanted me to leave my husband and go with him, but by then I was getting the idea that sex was really something, and I didn't want to get locked into another one plus one situation."
"So?"
"So I let him go and started going out on my own on Wednesday -afternoons. I found that it was very easy to find interesting, and satisfying, bed partners in various bars and clubs around town. Sort of like the way I found you, as a matter of fact. Then, one day, one of the guys got the wrong idea. We had gone to a small hotel, and when we finished he got up, got dressed, and put a twenty on the dresser. Then he left without saying a word. At first I was really pissed that he would think such a thing, and to get rid of the mad I went out and used the twenty to buy myself a new dress. The next day, wearing the dress, I realized that I liked having that bit of extra money. My husband always took my paycheck, and left me just enough to run the house on. It seemed like I never had enough to go out and buy myself anything. And here was some complete stranger, who I had picked up because my body was hungry for a man, laying good money on me for something I would have paid him for. What a revelation!
It took me a while to get things organized, to learn the tricks of the trade, but before too much time had passed I was making more money in my Wednesday afternoons than I was on my regular job in two weeks. It took a while, but eventually I convinced my husband that I could save enough on my household bills to quit working, and he went for it without really looking into it. He never did give a damn about how the house was run, so long as he had food on the table and clean clothes to wear."
"So now you're a hooker, if only on a part-time basis?"
"Earlier today I was a hooker," Debra said, turning on the couch to face Jim. "Right now I'm just a woman, and I want to get fucked!"
CHAPTER FIVE
It was three weeks before time and circumstance combined to make it possible for Debra to introduce Marcie to her new trade. And then the circumstances weren't just right. They were perfect.
To start with, Frank, Debra's husband, was not going to simply be gone all day "Wednesday. He was also going to be gone Wednesday night and most of Thursday. Not two hours after finding about this, Debra received a phone call from Cord telling her that he had some friends, minor politicians, who were going to be in town and who needed entertaining. He was going to call another girl he knew to go along with Debra, but she told him that she would take care of lining up the extra talent. Cord told Debra that he was going to arrange for the festivities to start at noon, and she assured him that she and Marcie would be there on time.
Debra woke early that Wednesday morning. Despite the fact that she hadn't slept particularly well, thinking once again about what might happen should Frank find out what she did on Wednesdays when he was out of town, she felt fresh and lively, and her first thought was to jump out of bed and into the shower. But she was stopped by the bulk of the body that lay snoring next to her on the bed. Frank. And for the first time she began to think about divorcing him, once she had enough money put away to make sure she could get out of town until the divorce was over. She had no illusions about what Frank's reaction would be when he was served with the divorce papers.
Debra was lying there, feeling her body come to life, when suddenly the alarm clamored to life with a shrill ringing. Like a bear awakening from a long winters hibernation, Frank grunted, reached over and shut it off, then swung his legs out of bed. He shook his unruly, sleep-mussed hair, scratched his hairy chest, then looked over at Debra. He grunted again, something she took to be a good morning then got to his feet, scratching his ass through his shorts, and walked into the bathroom, closing the door behind him. Debra heard him taking a leak, at the same time farting resoundingly, then his sounds were washed out by the loud sound of running water as he started the shower.
Grimacing with distaste at the actions of the man she married, Debra, in that moment, made up her mind that she was going to get a divorce, and as soon as possible. Which, with what she hoped to make today from the party, wouldn't be very long.
Frank gulped down a cup of coffee while reading the morning paper. Debra ate a light breakfast of toast and orange juice. They hardly spoke during the breakfast, and Frank's surliness hardened Debra's determination. Then, finally, he grabbed his briefcase and a small suitcase, perfunctorily kissed Debra goodbye, and left. As soon as he did, Debra rushed to the phone and called Marcie, next door.
"You still with me?" Debra asked when Marcie answered the phone.
"More than ready," Marcie said with a laugh. "I could hardly sleep last night, thinking about it. It was like my first date was coming up or something. How the hell can anyone get this excited over the idea of doing something Barry and I do almost every night?"
"Well," Debra said, "this is a bit different from what you and Barry do. After all, it'll be with a complete stranger. And for money. You'll be selling your sweet, innocent body."
"Yeah, there's that."
"Cold feet all of a sudden."
"Of course not," Marcie said. "It's a big step, but I'm ready for it. Man, am I ready. I'm all wet already, just thinking about it."
"Well," Marcie said, laughing again, "keep it warm. I'll be over to get you at eleven."
"I'll be waiting."
At a few minutes before eleven, Debra pulled her car out of the driveway and swung into the curb next door. She honked the horn once, and Marcie came running out wearing a short blue skirt and a black silk blouse that showed clearly her lack of a bra. She climbed into the car, gave Debra a smile that was slightly nervous, then turned and stared straight ahead when Debra pulled out into traffic.
Cord had set up the party at a small motel on the opposite side of town, and it took Debra almost the full hour she had allotted herself to get there. She spotted Cord's yellow Corvette in the motel parking lot, then cruised on by, parking a block and a half away. The girls walked back, knocked on the door of 103, and waited, with Marcie fidgeting on the walkway.
"Hi, girls. You're right on time," Cord said as he opened the door.
"That's what the customer's paying for," Debra said dryly, stepping in the door when Cord opened it wide. Marcie walked in right behind her, her purse clutched tightly in her hands in front of her, like a shield. Debra began hoping that Marcie wasn't going to chicken out at the last moment.
"Gentlemen," Cord said with a flourish, "these sweet young ladies are Debra and Marcie. And I do hope you'll get to be friends."
"Glad to meet you, ma'am," a tall, thin blond man who was sitting on the bed said, in a western twang. He slowly got to his feet, unfolding like a carpenter's rule. The other man in the room, short and dark-haired but also apparently in trim condition, simply nodded at the girls and smiled widely from where he was standing by the dresser, drink in hand.
"And these gentlemen are Alex," Cord said, nodding his head towards the man who had been sitting on the bed, "and Taylor," pointing towards the shorter man. "And with that, I'll leave you fine people to your pleasures. Enjoy." He turned, opened the door, closed it behind him, and seconds later Debra heard the rasp of the Corvette's engine starting.
"Would you girls care for a drink?" Taylor asked, holding up his glass.
"None for me, thanks," Debra said, setting her purse down on a table near the bed and looking in a mirror, fluffing up her curly red hair.
"Sure, I'll have one," Marcie replied, a trace of nervousness in her voice. "Whatever you're having."
"Gin and tonic," Taylor said, turning to mix Marcie a drink. When he turned to hand it to her, and Debra saw the two standing close together, she was startled to see how much they looked alike. They could easily have passed for brother and sister, which brought a smile to her lips. Marcie took the proffered drink, sipped at it, grimaced at the .bitter taste, then knocked back half of it in one long series of swallows. And with the swallowing of the drink Debra saw her girlfriend visibly relaxing, and she stopped worrying.
"Well," Alex said slowly, "I'm sure there's some sort of protocol involved in getting things going, but I'll be damned if I know what it is." He sat slowly down onto the bed again. "You got any ideas, ma'am?" he asked Debra.
"Sure," Debra said with a smile. Let's fuck."
"Now that sounds like a right fine idea."
Across the room Marcie and Taylor both laughed, and Debra was relieved to hear no trace of nervousness left in Marcie's chuckle. The room was wide, with two beds in it, but Debra mentally cut it in half, narrowing it down to just her and Alex, figuring that, for the time being at least, Marcie and Taylor could take care of themselves. Though it was a business with Debra, it was one she enjoyed, and she was getting hot just thinking about being in bed with the tall westerner.
Alex looked at Marcie, a small smile on his face, and she walked over to the bed and looked down at him. She could see a bulge growing in the front of his tight pants, and she stared at it for a moment, which caused it to grow even more. Debra dropped to her knees in front of where Alex was sitting, ran her hand along his thigh, then gently pried his thighs apart. She unbuckled his belt, un-snapped the top of his pants, and pulled the zipper of his fly slowly down. Alex began breathing heavily and Debra pulled at his shorts and pants, pulling them slowly down. Alex cooperated by thrusting his hips forward so that Debra could pull them down to his knees.
Debra slowly, lovingly, cupped Alex's balls and kneaded them gently. With her other hand she lifted his long, semi-hard cock, which immediately grew even longer, then closed her mouth around the swollen, throbbing knob, sucking rhythmically as she began a slow sliding motion with her lips up and down the shaft, which was now fully hardened.
Alex cupped his hand behind Debra's head and began thrusting his hips forward in little jerks. He thrust his cock deeper into Debra's sucking mouth, and he could feel her moist, warm lips nearly at the base of his shaft when she suddenly stopped and drew back away from him.
"What the hell!" Alex exclaimed. "Why are you stopping?"
"To get naked, that's why," Debra said. "It's a lot more comfortable that way. And we won't have to stop later, when things get really interesting." Alex quickly stripped then lay back on the bed, while Debra stepped back away from him and slowly began unbuttoning .her blouse. She wasn't wearing a bra, and when she took off her blouse she revealed her full but firm and beautifully shaped breasts. She unzipped her skirt, stepped out of it, and then, dressed only in bright red panties, lay down on the bed next to Alex's long frame. "You can finish for me," "she said. "But take your time. We've got all day."
"Just as a matter of interest," Alex said. "Why are we doing this your way? I mean, we're paying for it, and..."
"Baby," Debra said, smiling, "when you've got a tiger by the tail, you have to go where the tiger goes. It's as simple as that. Unless you'd like your money back?"
"No way!" Alex said. He rolled over until he was above her, then kissed her. As he did so, Debra wrapped her fingers around his cock and pushed her tongue deep into his mouth. Then she pulled slightly away from him. "I still have some clothes on," she reminded him.
Alex slid his hands over Debra's shoulders and down towards her breasts. When his hands cupped her breasts the nipples sprung erect into his hands, against his sweaty palms. Then he moved his hands along Debra's satin smooth skin, down to her panties pulling them down slowly. Debra arched her body to help him, and as her panties were pulled away from her crotch her red cunt hair, coiled tight against her body by the fabric of her panties, sprung in release, rippling with a life of their own in the room's soft light.
Alex pulled her panties completely off, then just sat there, admiring the curves, mounds and valley's of the girl's naked body, tantalizingly accented by the pale light from the bedside lamp. Debra let him look for a moment, then pushed him flat on the bed, his head by her feet. She rolled over, on top of him, her stomach on Alex's chest, her hands spreading his legs to allow her to gently kiss the inside of his thigh.
Slowly Debra's kisses on Alex's thigh got wilder and wilder, working their way up to the juncture of his thigh and scrotum, then she began running her tongue around his balls and slowly up the length of his long cock. Then her mouth engulfed the head of his cock and at the same time she began rubbing her moist and hot pussy over Alex's face. "Come on, honey," she gasped between licks on the head of his cock. "Eat me."
Alex looked up at the pink cunt lips and ass undulating above him, her anus dilating with her movements from side to side. He began thrusting upwards with his hips, shoving his cock deeper into Debra's month, and he reached up and grabbed the cheeks of Debra's ass with both hands, spreading the cheeks, kneading them. He thrust his tongue deeply into her waiting cunt, and Debra shuddered, quickening her undulating movements as the westerner's tongue slipped from her cunt to her clit, sucking at it, nibbling at it with his teeth.
Debra and Alex quickly became synchronized in motion, rocking in time, sucking sounds against moist skin filling the room as the tempo of their passion increased. Alex kneaded and licked and sucked, and he could feel Debra's warm mouth engulfing him further and further as her lips tightened around the shaft of his cock and he thrust it deeper, harder, in and out of her mouth.
Debra's lips tightened around his shaft as the head of his rock hard cock passed between them, her tongue tracing the ridge at the base of the knob at each entry. The perspiration and saliva ran freely as each approached the brink.
Alex, not thinking about what he was doing but doing just the right thing, slid one finger into Debra's cunt while his lips and tongue worked on her clit, then he withdrew the finger and slid it up her crack and thrust it through her anus, deep into her rectum.
At the same time he shoved his tongue as far as it would go into her vagina, and he felt her cunt contracting around his tongue as she began to come. Then her body was shaking and her cunt became even wetter as the orgasm raced through Debra's body.
Seconds later, Alex felt Debra relax a bit above him, but she continued sucking at him, coaxing him to a climax. Her lips locked tight around the shaft of his cock and she pushed the head of it hard against the inside of one cheek, bending the shaft as she thrust her mouth over it deeper and deeper. Alex arched his pelvis, straining with pent-up tension until he could feel the beginning of an eruption in his balls, feel his scrotum contract and the head of his cock swell even further in Debra's mouth. And then an explosion shook his body and the hot seminal fluid shot into Debra's mouth again and again and again as she sucked harder and harder until the muscles of his body relaxed and every last ounce of his fluid had been drained from his throbbing cock and straining balls.
The two of them lay there motionless, spent, perspiring, trying to catch their breath, then Debra rolled off Alex and turned around on the bed to lay head-to-head next to him. She spread her legs and ran her hands up and down inside her thighs, spreading her wet and dripping cunt lips. Alex lay there watching her, and slowly his cock stirred back to life, growing, hardening. Debra moved her pelvis in a slow bump-and-grind movement and smiled at him.
"Ready for act two?" she asked.
Alex groaned as if in agony, but there was a smile on his face. He rolled over, up on top of her, and his cock slid between her legs to press against her waiting cunt. He looked down at Debra for a moment, then pushed down with his cock, the head of it parting her vaginal lips and sliding smoothly halfway into her well-lubricated cunt.
Debra wrapped her legs around Alex's waist and, contracting them, forced his cock to the hilt in her cunt, the head of it probing at the entrance to her womb. The warm length of her vagina enveloped him and he lay on her, motionless, savoring the heat that was flowing from her body into his.
"Pump!" Debra demanded. "Don't just lay there like a lump. Fuck me!"
Alex slowly began pumping, his cock sliding the full length of Debra's cunt with each stroke. The tight vaginal walls closed with each withdrawal, only to be forced open again in the wake of the throbbing head of his cock.
"Harder!" Debra yelled. "Fuck me harder!"
Alex thrust harder and harder into her, until he could feel the tightness of her cunt around the base of his hard cock, and his balls slapped lightly against the parted crack of her ass with each stroke. Debra gripped his back, digging her nails into him as he quickened his motions, the full length of his cock throbbing, sliding, pumping into her again and again until it exploded, coating the walls of her cunt.
Debra began to come, and her vagina contracted, squeezing Alex's throbbing cock, gripping it like a vice until both of them lay motionless, their organs throbbing wildly, the fluid still spilling from the swollen head of his cock as her cunt gripped it, milking the last drop of fluid from it. Then, the breath rasping in his throat and sweat dripping off his face, Alex pulled his cock out of Debra's cunt and rolled off her, collapsing on the bed with a loud sigh of satisfaction.
For almost five minutes, the two of them lay there, looking at the ceiling, not even hearing the sounds coming from the other bed. Then Debra looked over at Alex with a mischievous smile on her face.
"Ready for number three?" she asked.
"You've got to be kidding," Alex mumbled.
"This is supposed to be an all-day, all-night party, remember? Don't tell me the big strong man is through already, after less than an hour."
"At the rate we're going, I'm not even going to last until dinner, much less all night," Alex said. "But, since you've brought it up, just what did you have in mind?"
"Well," Debra said, "I've got three holes. And you've only sampled two of them."
Alex looked over at the redhead, who was still staring at the ceiling. And the thought of what she was suggesting sent life surging back into his flaccid cock. Before he could take any action, or even ask Debra to give him a few more minutes of rest, she got to her knees on the bed, and moving down towards his waist, wrapped her lips around his growing cock, sucking at the head of it, her tongue flicking around the rim. Then she stopped, turned away from him, and got into position.
Reaching back with both hands, Debra spread the cheeks of her ass wide, revealing the pink bud of her asshole. Alex began trembling with excitement, and his cock, which he had been sure was through for at least a couple of hours, jerked to full erection filled with tremendous, throbbing pleasure.
Alex wet his ringers with his tongue and massaged the saliva around and into Debra's anus, and when he could contain himself no longer he got to his knees and guided the head of his cock into the hole and gazed down disbelievingly as it disappeared into her, the anal sphincter closing around the rim of the head with unbelievable tightness. He shoved gently in and out, watching the rim appear and disappear in that tight hole, then he slid further, his cock slipping smoothly into her, deeper and deeper until his belly was against her buttocks and she sighed. "Yes, yes, that's it! Fuck me! Fuck me!"
Alex pushed in and out of her, slowly at first, but as he saw his entire cock sliding full length between the cheeks of her ass and as the rectal walls became more moist he grabbed her hips and began thrusting harder.
"YES!" Debra cried. "That's it. Fuck me in the ass. FUCK ME!"
Alex began to thrust his hips forward harder and harder, pulling out almost to the rim of the head and then thrusting forward again, his balls slapping against Debra's moist cunt, her anal sphincter gripping the entire length of his cock, sucking at him, bearing down on him. He could feel the tight asshole first on the swollen rim of his knob, then on the very base of his cock as it slid with ease in and out of her asshole, the rectal walls contracting and expanding and contracting until he came for a third time, this time in her ass. Debra fell forward onto her stomach and he stayed on her, still pumping, the come easing the path, until he was finished, and her rectum squeezed the blood from his cock, and it began to shrivel as they both lay limp and panting. Then, without his even having to move, Debra began another orgasm, her body shaking and shuddering under his, her ass gripping his now soft cock, her hands gathering handfuls of the sheets as her climax crashed back and forth through her body. Then she was through and they both just lay there, limp and panting, his soft cock still locked in her ass, but neither of them with the strength to move, pulling it out.
Meanwhile, over on the other bed, Marcie had taken to her new profession like she had been working at it for years. They had simply stood there for several minutes while Debra and Alex got started, then Taylor had turned to Marcie and asked, "Well?"
"Watching doesn't really get it, does it?" Marcie asked.
"No, not really."
Marcie looked at Taylor, hesitating a little as he quickly stripped his clothes off, revealing a super-large cock: He sat down on the bed, then swung his legs up onto it as Marcie began to strip. Naked, she climbed onto the bed at the foot, then crawled up the length of the bed, between Taylor's legs. He looked at her for a minute, then leaned forward, running his tongue over one of Marcie's firm breasts. He licked and sucked and bit lightly at the nipple, a nipple which hardened immediately into a small nub, standing tense and dark against the creamy whiteness of her breast.
Marcie sat still for a moment, enjoying the attention Taylor was giving her body, then she pressed her hands lightly against his chest, pushing him back on the bed. He cooperated, dropping down flat on the bed, and Marcie looked at his now rock-hard cock, waving slightly back and forth. She stared at it like it was a snake, hypnotizing her before striking, thinking about what a strange thing she was doing here in this motel room with a complete stranger. Then the passions that were beginning to build in her body wiped out any last lingering doubts she might have had, and she bent her head forwards, towards Taylor's cock, taking the weight of her body onto her elbows.
With her lips locked together, Marcie kissed lightly at the head of Taylor's cock, at the same time reaching down with her fingers to tickle lightly at his balls. She felt him tensing as she worked on his scrotum, and she began to press her mouth and lips hard against the flesh of his cock, using the roundness of it to spread her lips apart as they slid over it.
When the knob of his hard cock was pressed tight against her teeth Marcie opened them just enough to let the head pass through into her mouth, keeping hard pressure around it with her lips. She let it slide slowly into her mouth until her lips were wrapped tight around the shaft, just behind the ring at the base of the head. After a few seconds Marcie released the tight pressure of her lips around Taylor's shaft and gently ran her tongue over the head, then down around the ring. Just using the tip of her tongue she teased him until she felt his cock beginning to throb with urgency.
Marcie drew back away from Taylor's cock for a moment, then she once again slid her lips over the head of it, brushing at the small slit in the head with the tip of her tongue. Then she went down again, and this time she let Taylor's cock slide right into her mouth, her lips going past the head and around the shaft, further and further down its length, until Taylor felt the head of it pressing against the back of her mouth. He felt her body shake a little as she fought off an urge to gag as she tried to swallow his cock even further, then her throat muscles wrapped themselves around his cock and he slid in all the way. All the way down until her lips were pressed tight against the hair at the base of his cock.
Marcie let Taylor's cock slide out again, pressing hard against it with her lips and putting a lot of suction on it. When her lips were back against the ring around the base of the head, she slid it forward again, into her mouth, but not clear down her throat this time.
Marcie had been putting constant suction on Taylor's cock, not bothering to breathe, something she couldn't have done anyway while his cock was back in her throat, and her stored-up breath began to escape from her lungs. That escaping air vibrated the insides of her cheeks against the sides of his cock, and Taylor's body immediately tightened up, causing him to lunge forward without even thinking about it, thrusting his cock deep down Marcie's throat again.
The next thing Taylor knew, Marcie started something new. She started humming, vibrating her throat and tongue around his cock, and Taylor's fingers locked in her hair, pressing forward on the back of her head, trying to jam his cock in still deeper.
Finally Marcie ran out of air for humming and she had to take a breath, a breath that was blocked by the deepness of Taylor's cock in her throat. It took a bit of a fight for her to break his hold on the back of her head, but finally she succeeded and her mouth slid back along his shaft, finally releasing it completely as she rocked back away from Taylor, dizzy from lack of air.
When Marcie got some fresh air into her lungs she started to go right back to Taylor's cock, but he didn't give her a chance. Instead he grabbed her around the waist, pulling her forward until she was lying on top of him. His lips went down to hers, pressing hard, his tongue forcing her mouth open, separating her teeth, and in seconds Marcie began to respond to the kiss, moving her tongue around, feeling Taylor's with it, then darting her tongue into his mouth when he withdrew his for a second.
Without breaking the kiss or interfering any more than was necessary with Taylor's hands, which were roaming over Marcie's body, touching her every sensitive spot, she moved her body around on top of his, spreading her legs and dropping them down on either side of Taylor's. His erect and throbbing cock stuck up between Marcie's legs, rubbing around the fine hair of her crotch as she slid her body up and down along his, blending their sweat together.
The passion was building quickly in Taylor's body, and he began to move his hips up and down, the stiff, hot shaft of his cock sliding up and down between Marcie's legs. Marcie lifted her body slightly, letting the head of his cock slide between her spread cunt lips, and once his cock was in just the right place Marcie began to move her hips in little circles, like a belly dancer, all the time keeping the head of Taylor's cock pressed against the entrance to her vagina. Finally he couldn't take any more of her teasing and Taylor grabbed her hips, stopping their movement, pulling her down, impaling her on his stiff cock.
Taylor's cock slid right into Marcie's well-lubricated vaginal canal, deep, and her fingers grabbed at his thighs, digging her nails into his flesh as she tried to pull him in even deeper. They just lay there on the bed for several minutes, unmoving, Taylor loving the tight feeling of her cunt around his cock, and her getting used to the length of his cock inside of her, then Marcie moved a bit, easing her vaginal muscle grip on him, and she rose up, sliding her wet cunt up the length of his cock, until only the head was still inside of her. Taylor grabbed her ass and pulled her down again, sliding all the way in once more, and in seconds they were both pumping away in a matched rhythm, Marcie humping her ass up and down over Taylor, while his hips jerked in time with her pumping.
It was only seconds before Marcie was ready to come, and she began a frantic pumping up and down, a pumping which Taylor matched stroke for stroke with his hips. It took only half a dozen hard, full length strokes before Marcie reached her climax, and as she came Taylor's body responded, shooting a hot stream of seminal fluid into her sucking cunt.
Neither of them had any real control over their bodies as they thrashed around on the bed. They jerked and heaved, moaning, groaning and crying out in pleasure, then, like a pair of punctured balloons, they both collapsed, drained for the moment at least.
Lying there trying to catch his breath, Taylor looked over at the other bed, where Debra and Alex were just getting into their anal act, and a smile came to his face. He liked what he saw. So he got out of bed, walked quickly to the bathroom, and came back with a jar of Vaseline. He handed it to Marcie as he lay back down on the bed, then pointed over at the other couple. Marcie looked at the jar, then at the other couple ass fucking, and you could almost see the light bulb go on over her head as she got the idea. A smile spread across her lips as she unscrewed the cap and took a small amount of the yellowish jelly on her fingertips.
Marcie crawled forward on the bed to where Taylor was now sitting, being careful not to lose the lubricant on her fingers. For a second she rested her head on his thighs, looking up him through a stray wisp of light brown hair, then she planted a big kiss on the end of his stiff cock, circling the head of it with her tongue.
Gently, using just the tips of her fingers, she spread the jelly over his cock, pulling back the slight fold of foreskin to make sure she got it all. The little lubricant that was left over on her fingers after covering Taylor's cock Marcie smeared back at the base of his shaft, at the same time cupping and squeezing his balls, tickling the rock-hard nodes inside. Taylor let Marcie play with his cock for a minute, then he pushed her back on the bed, at the same time twisting at her shoulders until she was completely reversed, lying on her stomach. He reached over for one of the pillows, slipped one forearm under her belly, and lifted Marcie off the bed, sliding the pillow under her pelvis.
With her ass up in the air, Taylor spread Marcie's legs wide, exposing the little brown rosebud of her asshole, the anal sphincter looking as tight as a spinster's pussy. He didn't waste much time looking at it, though, but dropped right down between Marcie's legs, one hand guiding his cock right to her anus.
The full weight of his body was behind Taylor's driving cock, forcing the head of it against Marcie's still closed anus, and even with the Vaseline he could not get it into her. Taylor began to rock his body from side to side as he pressed downwards, and in seconds both Marcie's asshole and the head of Taylor's cock were shiny with a mixture of Vaseline and his natural lubricant. Sweat was dripping in steady streams off both their faces as he pushed at her, seeking entrance.
Slowly Taylor's stiff cock forced Marcie's anal opening apart, the tight elastic ring of her sphincter yielding slowly, almost grudgingly to the pressure of his advancing cock.
Then suddenly her asshole opened, and with a thrust that brought a moan to her lips Taylor slammed his cock all the way into her, burying it right up to the base in Marcie's rectum.
The cheeks of Marcie's ass were spread wide, their milky whiteness pressed against the ruddier skin of Taylor's stomach, and Marcie came up off the bed jackknifed, driving her ass back against him. It hurt her a little when Taylor began to drive his cock into her, but once it was fully into her rectum she began to turn on, her breath starting to come in short gasps as he held her tightly, unmoving. In seconds Marcie was wiggling and turning all over the bed, begging with her body for Taylor to start pumping away at her ass.
Marcie was really getting with it, and wanting to give as well as receive pleasure from his act. Taylor had his hands around in front of her, one working on her breast while the other played with her wet cunt and clitoris. Slowly Taylor began pumping away at Marcie's ass, trying to make it last, but Marcie was ready to come. As Taylor pumped faster and faster in and out of her rectum, her body began to flop around on the bed. Trying to control her twitching body, Marcie hunched up until she was resting the weight of her upper body on her head and shoulders, instead of taking it on her arms, and she reached down and in back of her to ring Taylor's sliding cock with her fingers for a minute, then she began a gentle squeezing of his balls.
Taylor really took off when Marcie did that, slamming his cock in and out of her ass like it was the first sex he had had in months, screwing his eyes closed and lifting his head into the air, searching for more oxygen to feed his straining body and brain.
Marcie, too, was straining and sobbing and gasping for air. Little muscles all over her body were jumping and tensing, then relaxing, only to tighten up again as she began to grind her ass around in little circles, twisting at Taylor's cock. And that was all it took to set him off. He shot his load into her ass, and when he did Marcie came right along with him, letting out a scream as her body tightened up in a muscle-wrenching spasm, then jerking her ass frantically back and forth while Taylor kept up the pressure on her clitoris.
Finally, after what seemed like hours of coming, they were finished, and Taylor pulled his cock out of Marcie's ass and flopped over on the bed. Marcie, groaning, rolled over, smiled, and kissed Taylor lightly on the lips. Then she looked up to see Debra and Alex, lying on their bed, smoking cigarettes and watching Marcie and Taylor. Marcie blushed for a moment and looked down at Taylor's shrinking cock then up at her friend again.
"I guess I took care of that," she said, pointing at Taylor's organ.
"Yeah, I guess you did," Debra said with a smile.
"You'd better believe she did," Taylor groaned. "I feel like I've been fucking steadily for a month."
"Well," Debra said, "why don't you two relax for a minute, smoke a cigarette, and get your strength back. Then we'll try something else."
"Something else?" Taylor exclaimed. "What the hell is there we haven't already tried?"
"Why, four-way, of course," Debra said, a wide grin on her face. "That is, if you think you can take it."
Ten minutes later Alex and Taylor had pushed the two beds together to make one large bed, and the four of them were ready to start again. Marcie was sitting near the center of the two beds, her legs spread wide, a flush of anticipation on her face. And Taylor didn't keep her waiting. He crawled up between her legs and gave her a kiss on her cunt lips, sliding his tongue in until his tongue was pressed tight against the folds of tissue hiding her clitoris. Marcie began to shiver as the passion started to build in her body, and she reached over and wrapped her fingers around Alex's still soft cock. And that was all it took to start it growing, until, seconds later, it was hard as a rock.
Marcie used her hand on Alex's cock for only a moment, then she leaned over and locked her lips around it and began pumping her mouth up and down. Debra, seeing that no one was going to wait for her to finish her cigarette, quickly snubbed it out then shifted around until she was sitting across Alex's chest, giving his tongue a shot at her cunt. He went at it like a starving man, and Taylor went back to licking at Marcie's cunt after looking up to see what was going on, switching back and forth between getting his tongue deep inside her cunt and nibbling at the hard little knob of her. clitoris, turning Marcie on more and more.
Despite what they had already been through that afternoon, they were all ready again in just moments, and it seemed as though they all came at once. Marcie jammed her pussy tight against Taylor's face, jerking away and getting wetter and wetter, the juice gleaming in the light from the small bedside lamp as it ran down the crack of her ass. Alex was moaning and groaning like someone was torturing him, then sighing like the torture had just been stopped as he came into Marcie's mouth.
Debra was giving out little screams as she shoved her crotch tight against Alex's face, and the only person who wasn't getting off was Taylor, who, when he looked up from Marcie's cunt, had an accusing expression on his face.
"Hey, suckers. What about me?" he complained.
He lay there for a few minutes while everyone finished what they were doing, then, when Marcie finally let Alex's cock slide out of her mouth and Alex pulled his tongue from Debra's cunt, he got to his knees on the bed, took Debra by the shoulders, and pulled her up and off of Alex's face.
There was a look on Alex's face that said he wasn't too happy with what his friend was doing, but Marcie quickly took that look away. She moved over and sat down over his erect cock, lining it up with her well-lubricated asshole, then dropped down over it, taking it all the way into her rectum at once.
Taylor pulled Debra over, away from where Alex and Marcie were getting it on, laid a little kissing and nibbling on her breasts to make sure she was feeling instead of thinking, something that wasn't too hard at that particular time, then laid her back on the bed. Debra's cunt lips were shining with a mixture of lubrication, come and saliva, and Taylor knew just where he wanted to stick his cock for the next fifteen minutes or so.
Debra was hot and ready again. Ready to have Taylor stick that big cock of his into her, and she didn't really give a damn where he stuck it, just so it went in somewhere. She looked over at her friend, and what she saw there turned her on even more. Marcie was really getting turned on to ass-fucking, something she hadn't had much experience with before, but she was making up for lost time that afternoon. She was sliding up and down on Alex's hard shaft, bouncing off his stomach with each stroke, going up until his cock was almost out of her ass, then slamming down again. Alex was puffing and panting like a steam engine, and his hands were around her waist, helping Marcie with the bouncing.
Debra looked up at Taylor, kneeling on the bed in front of her, and wondered what he was waiting for. Then she saw that he, too, had been watching Marcie and Alex. But his attention quickly returned to Debra, and he spread her legs wide, lifting them and fitting them over his shoulders, then he settled forward, sliding his cock along the slit between her cunt lips.
When the knob at the end of his cock was pressed against her cunt Debra clamped her legs down on Taylor's neck, hard, and for a moment Taylor thought Debra was trying to stop him from fucking her. Then she relaxed, and Taylor began to push, easing his cock into her cunt. Debra was twisting around a little as the fire built in her body, then her body came up off the bed and she let out a loud moan of pleasure as Taylor's cock slid between the lips of her cunt.
Taylor was teasing both of them, sliding his cock in a fraction of an inch at a time, pulling it back a little every so often, and it took him quite a while to get his cock all the way into her. And by then he had teased himself so much with her cunt that he was right on the point of coming again. He stopped moving completely for several long seconds, holding completely still while he got his body back under control, then he started a slow pumping of his cock in and out of Debra's cunt.
When Taylor started to move, first sliding his cock in all the way, Debra locked her legs tight around his neck again, pulling her body, her cunt, towards him, pulling herself right up against his crotch. Then her whole body was twitching and shaking as she came. Taylor knew, though, that it was just the first of a series of orgasms, and he held his own climax back, starting again a slow sliding of his cock in and out of her cunt, working on her very easily. Then he decided to try a combination of what he was doing to Debra and what Alex was doing to Marcie.
Pulling his cock up, away from the depths of Debra's cunt, Taylor let it slide all the way out. Debra's eyes flew open in surprise at Taylor's action, then she realized what he had in mind, and she cooperated fully as he slid his cock down just a little in her crotch and pressed it against her still wet asshole. Debra relaxed her anus, and Taylor's well-lubricated cock slid straight and deep into her ass.
Without even holding it in there to get the feel of Debra's tight ass wrapped around his cock, Taylor pulled it back out and sent it sliding deep into her cunt again. He began a back-and-forth motion made possible by their position, with Debra's legs over his shoulders.
One stroke of his cock went deep into her cunt, and the next into her ass, then back into her cunt again, with Debra's body pumping to match his motions.
Debra was still having little continuous orgasms, each a little stronger than the one before, and with those orgasms clutching at his cock Taylor was rapidly getting to the point where he could hold out no longer. He knew he was about to come, and he stopped stroking his cock into her ass and concentrated instead on her hot cunt, slamming his cock in and out as fast as he could, with as much force as he could muster. His breath was rasping in and out of his throat with harsh gasps, then suddenly his balls let loose another flood of come and he drove his cock all the way into Debra's cunt, holding it there, his body locked in a muscle-tearing spasm as his cock pumped and pumped and jerked and thundered a white-hot, load into her.
The hot gush from Taylor's cock set off another big orgasm in Debra's body. An orgasm so powerful that she lifted her body completely off the bed with her hands and the muscles of her legs, wrapped tight around Taylor's neck, slamming her crotch against Taylor's, pulling his cock all the way into her clutching cunt, sucking juice out of his to coat her inner walls with its burning heat and wet slipperiness.
Marcie had come still another time, and so had Alex, pumping his come into her ass, and the two of them, exhausted for the moment, were lying on the bed watching Debra and Taylor. But that tearing climax of Debra's set off new fires in Marcie, and she began stroking Alex's cock with her fingers, bringing it back to life. But Alex was, for the moment at least, so exhausted he could barely move. So, not wanting to go unsatisfied and realizing that she was going to have to do all the work herself, Marcie climbed up on Alex again, facing down towards his feet.
Marcie shifted around on the bed, getting in just the right position, her hand holding the shaft of Alex's cock, and when she had it lined up just right she simply sat down on Alex, sliding his cock deep into her cunt. She could feel the muscles in Alex's thighs bunching up under her, and she knew that he might be tired but not so tired he wasn't enjoying what she was doing to him.
She began to lift her body and then dropped it suddenly but smoothly down, sliding her cunt along the full length of Alex's cock, and at the same time Marcie began using her own ringers on her clitoris to stimulate herself even more. She was hot and in a hurry to climax, and was hoping that Alex would soon stop just lying there and take an active part in what she was doing to him.
It was only a few minutes before Alex couldn't lay there quietly any longer, despite his tiredness. His ringers dug into Marcie's flesh at her waist and he began to help lift her up and down, settling the rhythm of their movements, and his hips began to jerk a little under her with each downward thrust she made, slamming the last little bit of his cock into her cunt with each stroke.
Marcie knew it wasn't going to be long before she came again, and it was obvious to her that Alex was holding back, keeping himself under control until after she had come. So Marcie let herself go, and about five strokes later every surface muscle on her body tightened up and she climaxed. She jammed her buttocks down hard over Alex, trying to get every last fraction of an inch of his cock into her body, and Alex cooperated by arching his hips upward and pulling down tight on her with his hands, pressing their bodies tight together.
Alex was still holding back, and Marcie was determined that he was going to hold back no longer. Without removing his cock from her cunt she leaned over to one side, and, pulling him with her, rolled completely over so that he was lying on top of her, with her stomach pressed into the bed, her ass jacked up in the air, Alex now fucking her dog-fashion. He pumped away at her cunt a couple of times in that position, driving deep, but it wasn't quite the way he wanted to fuck Marcie.
After one really hard lunge, cramming his cock all the way into Marcie's cunt, Alex backed off, pulling his cock all the way out of her. Then he grabbed her hips and rolled her over onto her back under him, ending up with him lying on top of her, his legs between hers, the head of his cock once again pressed tight against her cunt lips. Alex gave Marcie a look that seemed to ask if she approved of what he was doing; she gave him a big smile, then leaned forward a little and with one steady shove buried his cock full length inside her cunt.
In seconds Alex had his cock driving in and out of Marcie's cunt again, turning her on again and lighting a matching fire inside his body. He wasn't holding back anymore, and his chest was heaving and pumping, almost as strongly as his cock was driving in and out of Marcie's cunt. With every lunge forward, a little grunt would escape from his lips, then his mouth was open and gasping, groans and moans mixing with the whistling of air through his throat, and he emptied another load into her cunt just as Marcie had still another orgasm.
Alex fell off of Marcie onto the bed, groaning as his cock slipped out of her cunt. Marcie looked down at it and saw that it was a bright red, almost as if it was chapped. She smiled, then leaned over to kiss it, and when she did her legs came together and she moaned too.
"What's wrong, Marcie?" Debra asked from the other side of the bed. "He hasn't worn you out all ready, has he?"
"Fuck you!" Marcie said simply, slowly drawing her legs together.
"Why, he looks like he's got lots left in him," Debra said, starting to crawl across the bed towards Taylor. "And after all, he did pay for an entire afternoon and evening of our time, so we certainly can't spend it sleeping."
"Now just hold on there a minute," Taylor said. "Hold on just one rabbit-fuckin' minute. Where the hell do you think you're going?"
"Why, I'm coming over to see you, of course," Marcie said with a smile.
"You do and I'll throw your sweet young ass right out of this here bed," he said. "Like you said, we paid for all afternoon and evening. And right now I'm going to spend some of the afternoon trying to recover from you two sex maniacs. Then we're all going to go out and have a big dinner."
"With lots of oysters for you and Alex?" Marcie asked, smiling.
"And maybe some vitamin E?" Debra asked.
"Jesus H. Christ! Don't you two ever give up?" Alex broke in. "Can't you see we've had it, at least for now."
"You don't look like you've had near enough," Debra said, reaching back to stroke his cock, which once again began stirring to life.
"Well I have had it," Alex said. "And right now, like the man over there said, it's time for a little nap. Then later we can go out and get something to eat. Maybe that'll give us enough strength to keep up with you two. You keep going the way you are, and we're gonna charge you for this afternoon's work."
"Well, if that's the way you want it," Debra said, yawning. "But I've got to warn you about one thing. When I sleep in a strange bed it makes me very horny."
"Christ!"
CHAPTER SIX
When Alex woke up the next morning it was because Debra was sitting across his chest, his cock deep in her mouth, fully erect and throbbing with desire, despite what he had been through with both Debra and her friend, Marcie, the night before.
Debra had been working on Alex's cock for almost ten minutes before he woke up, trying to bring him to an orgasm without waking him, just to see if she could do it. But Alex was a light sleeper, and even in the state of exhaustion she and Marcie had put him in, eventually what she was doing to him had awakened him.
Now that Alex was awake Debra speeded her tongue work on his shaft, sucking hard on the long rod of flesh, licking at the soft head, biting lightly at the ring of tissue behind the head, tickling his hairy scrotum with her ringers. Alex began to grunt rhythmically, deep groans coming from all the way back in his stomach, and Debra brought her finger to her lips in a silence gesture, nodding towards the still sleeping Marcie and Taylor on the bed next to them. Then she sent her lips right back to Alex's cock, sucking it all the way back into her throat.
Debra was hot and ready, and the head she was giving Alex was finally bringing him close to an orgasm, his first of the day. She wanted to keep his cock in her mouth forever, but she also wanted to feel of it in her soaking cunt, where it had spent so much time the night before. She wanted his juice in her mouth, but she also wanted it in every way he had given it to her earlier. She wanted it on her breasts, smeared across her belly, even in her hair and her armpits. But most of all she wanted it in her cunt. She had to have it there, and have it soon, or she was going to start screaming out her frustration, which would have awakened Marcie and Taylor. And she was afraid that once Taylor was awake, the two men would leave.
It wasn't easy for Debra to convince Alex that he should transfer his cock from her mouth to her cunt, since he was really digging her tongue action by that time, but she was determined, that he was going to put it in the hole nature had designed it for. She drew her head back, letting go of his cock, v even though it was a mental fight for her to do so, spread her legs wide, and began pushing at Alex's chest, forcing him down towards the edge of the bed.
For a minute Debra worried that she had given Alex the wrong idea with her shove, that he was going to move on down to use his tongue in her cunt, something he was very good at, but eventually he got his legs and crotch down between Debra's legs, with the head of his cock pressed tight against the hungry lips of her cunt.
"Stick it to me," Debra whispered, ready to come just from the feel of his cock at the entrance to her vagina. "Don't tease me with it," she hissed in a hoarse voice. "Come on and fuck me! Get your cock inside of me now. Right now! I can't wait any longer!"
Alex slipped the head of his cock through Debra's cunt lips, then stopped for a moment to savor the heat of her body, burning for him with an animal passion. His knob was spreading her lips apart, stretching them wide, causing her to wince in pain as the bruised tissues flexed, tantalizing her until Debra began to squirm underneath him, rotating her hips around in little circles, jerking them upwards, trying to push herself up and onto that hard cock that was poised right in the entrance to her cunt.
Debra wrapped her legs around Alex's waist, locking her ankles together behind his back, and tried to pull him down over her, to pull his hard cock into her cunt before she died from impatience. But his muscles were stronger than hers, and he held himself away from her hungry body, continuing to tease her with just the head of his cock.
Alex's muscular chest pressed against Debra's breasts, flattening them out, as he took his weight off his arms and dropped it onto her. His hands went under her, grabbing hard at the cheeks of her ass and lifting her off the blanket, then his cock slid home, deep into her cunt with one smooth thrust, so deep that his balls were pressed against, and then between, the clutching lips of her cunt.
As Alex jammed his cock into Debra his lips were locked on hers, their tongues blending wetly, shooting back and forth from mouth to mouth, pulling the breath from her lungs. Then he yanked his lips away from hers as he slowly began to pump his cock in and out of her cunt, sliding it up and down inside of her, running the full length of it in and out with each stroke.
Debra, despite her tiredness, began to work on Alex with her body, using the muscles in her cunt to milk his pumping cock, grabbing it, squeezing it, rubbing it, massaging it with each stroke he made.
Debra kept her hips in constant motion, moving them around in little circles, pumping up and down in time with Alex's pumping, thrusting cock, pressing her wet crotch against him with each downstroke, clamping her cunt muscles together each time he went up to make a tight hole for him to re-enter. She could smell the hot, musky odor of her cunt and the salty smell of his cock, and she knew that both of them were close to a climax. Very close.
Debra flexed her entire body, willing her orgasm to hurry, to bring Alex's along with it. He was trying to slow things down, though, to make it last longer, and although she fought against him with all her strength Alex pulled back out of her, resting above her for a moment, then sliding it back into her clutching cunt. He dropped his body back down over Debra's, his cock sliding easily back into her cunt, pushing all the way in again until she felt as though he was going to split her in two. Again his ass began to rise and fall above her as he pumped his cock in and out of her cunt, and Debra's body matched his motions, pulling away from him until only the head of his cock was between the lips of her cunt, holding them open, then thrusting quickly upward to get the full length of his meat inside of her again as quickly as possible.
Alex's body moved faster and faster, hammering against Debra, his crotch pressing against her clit each time he slammed down, his cock filling her cunt with each stroke, and his hands left the cheeks of her ass where his fingernails had been digging holes in her flesh, beginning to roam all over her body, pinching and kneading and feeling, scratching at her shoulders, squeezing her breasts, tickling the inside of her ears. He tried to get his down far enough to suck on one of her nipples, but he was too tall and he couldn't do it without pulling his cock out of her cunt, and that Debra wouldn't allow him to do. Instead Alex settled for rubbing her breasts and pinching the nipples between his fingers, without ever missing a stroke of his cock, as his hands played with Debra's willing body.
Debra began to feel as though she couldn't breathe. The air was rasping in and out of her lungs, but none of it seemed to be getting into her bloodstream. Alex's cock, sliding in and out of her cunt, seemed to be setting her body on fire, and his fingers, pinching and kneading her nipples, felt so good that they began to make her nipples ache, the painful pleasure shooting through her body, down past her stomach, between her legs to mingle with the flood of sensual sensations that were gushing outwards through her body as his cock reamed in and out of her cunt.
Above her, Alex's eyes were shut, his face flushed and his chest was heaving with the effort of his breathing, short rasping breaths that seemed to be torn, one by one, from his throat. Debra could see the muscles in his chest and shoulders tensing, and she knew from the way he was jamming his cock in and out of her cunt, faster and faster, that he was close to coming, close to shooting that hot load of seminal fluid that she wanted so badly to feel deep in her quivering vagina.
A cold shudder seemed to pass through Debra's body. A shudder that changed to a burning hot set of the shakes, spreading upward from her cunt, through her body, titillating every nerve ending, then shooting into her brain in a bright burst of fire.
Debra no longer had any control over her body as it stiffened, went limp, then stiffened again, and suddenly everything inside of her seemed to be pouring out of her cunt in one burning wave as she came and came, again and again, orgasm after orgasm, seconds apart but running together into one great tearing climax.
At the same moment, Alex's fingernails dug painfully into Debra's shoulders, and she felt his cock expanding even larger inside of her cunt, then a gushing flood of hot come shot into her vagina, filling her with his juice until she thought she was going to explode.
Debra thought the whole thing was wonderful, as good as any of the fucking they had done the night before, but she was exhausted for the moment and she fell back, limp, on the bed. She started to use her hands to urge Alex to roll off her so she could catch her breath, but then, to her great surprise, she found out that he wasn't finished yet.
Alex pulled his still hard cock out of Debra's cunt and turned around on the bed, moving very quickly, and dropped his head between her legs. Debra thought she was completely drained by that orgasm she had just experienced, but she soon found out that she was still as hot as ever.
Alex began licking the juice, both his and hers, that had run out of Debra's cunt and along the crack of her ass, and as he cleaned the soft, white skin he moved his mouth closer and closer to her cunt lips and throbbing clitoris. And the closer he moved, the hotter Debra got.
Alex's tongue finally reached the lips of Debra's cunt, licking at them, then his lips locked on her flesh and he sucked hard on her cunt, pulling the little knob of her clitoris into his mouth to worry at with his teeth. Debra was squirming around on the bed again, feeling as though he was sucking her inside out, her body full of pins and needles, like her limbs were just coming back to life after being asleep. She was tossing her head back and forth on the bed when she noticed that Alex's cock, pressed against the bed only inches from her face, was still hard as a rock and ready for more action.
By then she knew what Alex liked, so she gave it to him. She reached over with her hand, grabbed his hard cock, and pulled on it, pulling Alex's body up over hers until they were in a sixty-nine position with him on top. Debra directed his cock towards her mouth, and when he felt the head of it touch her lips Alex didn't wait for her to suck it in. He jammed downwards with his hips, using his cock to force Debra's mouth open, and shoved his cock all the way into her mouth until Debra was choking on it, unable to breathe.
Debra frantically pushed up on Alex's stomach, and he lifted a little, just enough to let his cock slide out to where her lips were around the knob at the end. At the same time his tongue began flicking and digging at her clitoris, then plunged deep into her cunt, the fine bristles of his sprouting beard teasing and torturing her clitoris as his chin pressed against her mons.
Again Alex slammed his cock down deep into Debra's mouth, cutting off her breath, and this time she began to gag, feeling as if she was going to throw up at any second. This time he didn't hold his cock there, though, but began to pump it in and out, hard, beating at her face with his body.
The convulsive movements of her throat as Debra tried to throw up were exciting Alex's cock even more than her simple sucking on it, and after four or five hard, fast strokes his cock began to jump around in her mouth, and then it was shooting a stream of thick, slippery seminal fluid down her throat. Some of it got into Debra's lungs, which felt terrible and made her gag even worse, but then, suddenly, she no longer cared. She was coming again!
Debra's body was on fire! The fire was pouring out of her cunt, around that lapping tongue of Alex's. It seemed as though every muscle in her body was locked in a cramp, and through the wall of sexual feeling that was roaring through her body and brain she felt her body flopping around on the bed, bouncing up and down, grinding against Alex's as she completely lost control of what she was doing.
The time, when they had finally both stopped coming, Alex was through. His cock lost its stiffness while it was still in her mouth, and finally she was able to swallow, to rid her mouth of the wonderful taste of his come and the terrible taste of her sour stomach juices. Alex rolled over off of her, and in seconds he was snoring. Debra turned her head to look at Marcie and Taylor, and, incredibly, she found that they were still asleep. So she closed her eyes herself, and seconds later she was dead to the world.
When Debra got home that afternoon she was so sore she could hardly move and so tired she could barely keep her eyes open. Slowly she counted the money she had gotten from Alex and Taylor, and even after splitting down the middle with Marcie, she knew that she had enough now to file for divorce from her husband and go into hiding until the divorce was granted. She put the money away in a hiding place in her closet, stripped off her clothes, took a quick shower, and lay down on the bed.
The next thing she knew it was dark in the room and she was wide awake. A sound had awakened her, and she lay perfectly still, trying to identify whatever it was that had disturbed her sleep. Then, suddenly, glaringly, the light came on and Frank, her husband, was standing there just inside the door, staring at her with a nasty grin on his face. Instinctively Debra reached down and pulled her skirt down from where it had bunched up around her legs while she was asleep.
Frank didn't say a word. He just stood there, staring at Debra. She waited for a moment, then slowly got up off the rumpled bedspread, straightening it out of habit, then started to walk out of the room, past Frank.
"No you don't, baby," he grated. "Since you're already here in the bedroom, you can welcome me home like a proper wife should, instead of like the cold piece of dead meat you are."
"Frank, please. Not tonight."
"Frank, please," he mimicked. "Not tonight, and not any night if you had your way. Right, bitch?" Debra could see now that Frank was half drunk, and suddenly she was afraid. She darted around him to the door, only to hear his laugh as he put one foot against it, holding it closed. She turned to face him, only to see him drop his pants, his hard-on pushing out at the fabric of his shorts. He started towards her, but Debra evaded him, running to the other side of the bedroom. Frank followed her slowly, a big grin on his face.
"That's what I like, baby," he rasped. "A little fight. A little life out of that cold fish body of yours."
Again Debra got around him, but she was stopped by the bed, and before she could get around it he was there, grabbing her by the shoulders and turning her around to face him. His face came down to hers, lips pressing tight, and when he forced her lips apart with his tongue Debra bit him, at the same time hitting him as hard as she could in his ribs. Frank staggered back a step, mingled pain and anger on his face. His arm came up, and with his closed fist he hit Debra on the side of her head, almost knocking her out.
Debra fell back on the bed, stunned, and through a haze she saw Frank pull his shorts down, exposing his hard cock, standing out in front of him like some obscene gun ready for firing.
Debra tried to roll off the bed, but she was still too groggy, then Frank was on top of her, his muscular forearm, beaded with sweat, slamming across her throat, pinning her to the bed arid cutting off her scream. With his other hand he yanked at the top of her dress, pulling it down and exposing her breasts. The light of reason-blotting passion began to burn in his eyes as he bent to kiss Debra's breasts, and as he did so he eased the pressure on her throat, and again Debra tried to get away, one hand coming up to rake nails across Frank's face. With a grunt Frank again brought his clenched fist smashing against the side of her head, still enough in control to avoid marking her face, and again Debra collapsed under him, almost unconscious.
Through a haze of pain she felt Frank's hand pulling at her skirt, bunching it up around her hips, and she squeezed her legs together as tightly as she could, but was unable to resist the superior strength that grabbed the elastic band of her panties, white against the tan of her skin, ripping them off.
Debra tried to fight him, but Frank's arms now had her arms pinned over her head, and using all his weight Frank forced a knee between her legs. The other knee followed, then, with his legs he spread Debra wide under him and brought his body down over hers. He pressed his cock against her, but he wasn't in quite the right place. He let it slide down a little, pressed again, but still couldn't find the entrance to Debra's cunt. Finally, in desperation, Frank grasped both of her wrists in one hand and brought his other hand down, finger searching for the way into her.
Frank's finger slid in, and Debra gasped in pain. Then the finger withdrew and his cock followed it down, pressing against Debra's tight and sore cunt. Debra tried to scream, but Frank clapped his now free hand over her mouth, cutting off the sound. Frank slammed his body down on top of Debra's, and Debra almost passed out from the pain as his cock forced its way into her, tearing bruised flesh, pulling hair out by the roots. She could feel the hot wetness of blood on her leg, but even that sensation was soon blocked out by the mounting waves of pain as Frank ruthlessly pumped up and down on her, grinding away at her body until, in only minutes, a harsh grunt escaped his lips and his body tightened up as he shot his juices into her.
Finished at last, Frank pulled his cock out of Debra's cunt, looked down at her bleeding crotch with a slight expression of puzzlement on his face then walked over to the dresser. He began to pull clothes out of the drawers, throwing them on the bed next to where Debra was lying, crying soundlessly, big tears running down her cheeks. He walked over to the closet and got a big suitcase down from the top shelf, opened it, and began dumping clothes into it.
"What's wrong, baby," he asked in a sarcastic tone. "Was I too much man for you tonight?" He laughed again, then got his slacks and shirts from the closet, stuffing them untidily into the suitcase. Debra didn't, couldn't, answer him. She got unsteadily to her feet, walked across the bedroom and went into the bathroom. She threw cold water onto her face, then used a washcloth to wipe most of the blood from her leg and crotch. Still crying, she went back into the bedroom, and this time she noticed what Frank was doing
"Back for more, baby?" he asked with a laugh. "Well, I'm sorry to disappoint you, but you won't be getting any more of that strong cock of mine. You had your chance, and you blew it, baby."
"What do you mean?" Debra asked, sitting down on the edge of the bed.
"I mean you're never going to get any more cock from me, that's what I mean. I'm leaving."
"Leaving?" Debra asked, dumbly, still partially in shock from what Frank had done to her, unable to understand what he was saying, what he was doing.
"That's right. Leaving. I'm getting the hell out of here. Away from this house, away from you." Frank wasn't even looking at Debra now, but there was a big smile on his face as he thought about the reason he was leaving. And the more he thought about it, the more he realized that he wasn't going to be able to leave without telling Debra the reason for his leaving. He wasn't going to be able to leave without hurting her one more time. He chuckled at the thought.
Finally finished with his packing, Frank picked up the suitcase, then turned to look once more at Debra.
"You see," he said. "I'm leaving you for a real woman. A woman who knows what sex is all about. A woman who really knows how to treat a man. I met her a couple of months ago, when she was working as a hooker. You hear that, bitch? A hooker! And even though she's a whore, she's better in bed than you ever thought of being. But you wouldn't understand that. You've never gotten a thing out of sex in your life, have you baby? Well, you'll never know what you're missing."
Frank turned and went out the bedroom door and down the stairs. But as he walked out of the house he couldn't understand why, upstairs in the bedroom, Debra's laughter was ringing out, filling the house.
