Sex has finally come out into the open. Television, radio and magazines sell their products with it. The bookstore shelves are laden with volumes on how to do it, when to do it, and what to do if you're not doing it. The nation is aware of sex, and talking about it.
It has become acceptable to think of sex as something healthy and positive. Experts tell their readers most obscene thoughts are perfectly normal. It's okay and it's healthy to masturbate. If you like to do it in groups, that's all right too. There are few people who do not derive some stimulation from the idea of attending an orgy. Until the last few years, though, far fewer people had ever done anything about their sexual fan-tasties.
Today, we live in a nation preoccupied with swapping, swinging and open marriage. It has become an acceptable lifestyle, at least within a certain percentage of the populace.
In spite of all the openness and experimentation with sex, there are still those who cling to the old ways and are bored and frustrated by it. This is the story of a couple locked in to a boring sex life in their marriage and the changes they must go through to learn to enjoy themselves and life.
THE WIFE'S RAPE CURE--a story which seeks to clarify some of the pitfalls, as well as the rewards, of trying to break out and find a new perspective on sex and life.
-The Publisher
Chapter One
"You make me feel so weak," Debbie Winslow moaned with pleasure. The delivery man's big cock surged up her tight cunt, making her ass squirm.
"Wrap your legs around me, doll," the delivery man rasped. "Then I'll really take you for a ride."
"Ooooh, tiger, whatever you say," Debbie moaned some more.
She scissored the delivery man's wide, hairy torso with her long legs, and squeezed.
"Hang on," the delivery man said. "Ol' Earl's gonna throw the fuck of your life in you."
So that was his name, Debbie thought--Earl. She was pleased because she could not recall ever getting it on before with a guy named Earl. A small thing, for sure, but every bit of difference was important to Debbie. Variety was truly the spice of life as far as she was concerned. Especially when it came to sex. That's why she fucked as many guys as she could.
Earl Number-One drove his huge cock to the depths of Debbie's cunt, forcing a squeal of joy from her. His prick was buried in her pussy now, and their crotches were flush, grinding together.
Then Earl grabbed the cheeks of Debbie's ass, drawing up the pliant globes of flesh in his strong fingers and squeezing them into hard lumps. His dick jackhammered Debbie's twat, rattling her spine.
"Fucking you hard enough, doll?" Earl asked.
"It's never hard enough for me," Debbie gasped in reply. "But you just keep trying, stud." Then she screamed. "Fuck me harder, harder! Can't get enough of your cock in my cunt!"
"You're my kind of woman," Earl told Debbie.
"You fuck a lot of women?" Debbie asked.
"What do you think?" Earl laughed, gravel in his throat'.
"I think that the old saying must be true--practice makes perfect," Debbie swooned as Earl's hard-on rammed her twat.
The dialogue abruptly ended. Earl's face had turned red. He was puffing and sweating. His cock flexed in Debbie's cunt, seeming to swell even beyond its previous enormity.
"Mmmm, you're going, to come, aren't you, stud?" Debbie responded.
"God, yeah," Earl grunted. "Gonna flood your snatch with my hot jizz."
"Then what are you waiting for? Shoot it into me now," Debbie urged, her twat spasming with anticipation. "Come in my cunt!"
"You got it, doll!"
At the core of Debbie's pussy, Earl's cock-head expanded. A sizzling shot of cum seared the walls of Debbie's cunt.
"Your jizz is burning me up, stud!" Debbie congratulated Earl on the scalding jism from his spurting hard-on. "My cunt can't get enough of jizz like this."
"Are you coming too, doll?" Earl asked. "Always like to leave my women satisfied."
"Sometimes I like to wait to the last possible second before I get off. Make it really special," Debbie answered. "Don't worry. I won't let either of us down."
Now Earl's cock slowed to a dribble. But Debbie's spasming twat kept his prick hard.
With most other women the fucking would have been over. However, reaching for a purposely delayed orgasm, Debbie took over the action. She was a sex-machine.
Catapulting off her elbows, Debbie reared up and rolled Earl over. All of a sudden she was on top of the fucking, sliding her cunt up and down Earl's standing prick. At the same time she fingered her own cht with one hand, and rubbed her tits with the other one.
"Horny . . . horny bitch," Earl reacted with awe.
Debbie took Earl's ten-inch cock all the way up her pussy and left it there. Continuing to play with her clit and tits, she swayed with her eyes closed. There was a dreamy expression on her face and a stuttering groan gurgled from her throat.
"Oh, doll--you're coming--I know it," Earl looked up and said. "Let me finish it up for you in style."
Now he was the dominant one again, grabbing Debbie's hips and turning her over so he was back on top of the fucking. He was so aroused that he had forgotten all about just having shot his wad. His prick fucked Debbie's pussy with even more vigor than before.
"Ooooh, that's it/' Debbie groaned. "Rip up my cunt with your big cock, stud. Keep me coming."
With a rough shove, Earl's heavy fingers replaced Debbie's delicate ones at the summit of her cock-filled cunt, pinching her clit. Then Earl's other hand seized one of Debbie's nipples and twisting it around double, before doing the same with the other nipple.
"I'm flying!" Debbie called from the crest of a soaring climax. "You make me come so good, stud! Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!"
"Oh, yeah! . . . Yeah! . . . Yeah!" Earl snorted in a triple burst of puffing lust. His cock matched the snorts with its thrusts, then surged in tempo with his gusting breath.
The bedsprings squealed as Earl fucked Debbie more savagely than at any time before. His hands left her clit and tits and once again gripped her asscheeks.
Debbie lifted her legs this time, extending them and drawing them first straight up in the air, then all the way back over her head. Jackknifed, she felt Earl's huge prick stabbing straight down into her cunt.
"Come in me again!" Debbie cried, a climax of her own still raging. Earl's hard-on drove, drilled and slammed.
Debbie's cunt convulsed with every cock-thrust, pouring fuel on the flames of her orgasm.
"I want your jizz, stud!" Debbie demanded. "Shoot another load of cum in my pussy!"
Revived by Debbie's enthusiasm, Earl felt his balls brim with a fresh batch of jism. His dick was going to erupt within Debbie's cunt. Earl couldn't remember when he had last come twice in such a short period of time. He felt like a teenager again, his cock and balls tireless.
A new burst of jizz burst from the head of Earl's prick. Debbie's pussy seemed to suck it up, so thirsty was it for cockcream.
Earl's hips were grinding, his cock spurting. At the same time, Debbie wiggled her ass, still in the grip of her own orgasm.
"Fantastic!" Debbie exclaimed.
"Incredible!" Earl agreed.
Earl slammed his groin against Debbie's upturned crotch, his gushing cock buried in her twat while his powerful fingers gouged into the cheeks of her ass. Debbie's legs still jackknifed her body, her toes digging into the bedding just beyond her head. The air was ripe with the pungent aroma of raw sex. It was total fucking--male and female coming simultaneously.
Debbie wished the shared orgasm could last forever, but of course it couldn't. The reservoir of Earl's cum was not limitless. His cock pinched off a final wad of jism in Debbie's twat, then slowed to an oozing trickle.
Although she might have been able to climax indefinitely on her own, Debbie recognized that her partner needed a rest. So now she temporarily cooled down.
"So good," she whispered to Earl as she slid down the slope of her orgasm. "Your cock and your cum are so perfect in my pussy."
"I aim to please," Earl sighed. "It was a pleasure fucking you."
He removed his dick from Debbie's cunt. It was at half-mast, sticky with jizz and the honey from Debbie's pussy. His cock-head dripped with glistening drops of fuck-juice. Earl wiped it on Debbie's spread thighs, leaving a sparkling X on each sleek patch of female flesh.
"Leaving your mark, huh, stud?" Debbie chuckled. "I might not take a bath for weeks."
"Bullshit," Earl laughed. "You'll be telling that to some other dude in this same bed before you know it. You can't get enough fucking, Doll, I know your type."
"And just what is your opinion of my 'type'?" Debbie teasingly asked.
"I can dig it," Earl answered. "You think I can get enough fucking either? We had to run into each other sooner or later, a pair like us. It's fate."
"Just by the process of elimination, huh, stud?"
"Right on, Doll. Sometime I had to deliver something to this house. Just a matter of time. Us fucking was the next thing to inevitable."
"And now?" Debbie purred. "Now that fate has had its way? What happens next? I'd hate to think you and I have run our course, stud."
"You want more fucking, don't you, Doll?" "Are you up to it?"
"I suppose I don't have any choice with a woman like you, do I?"
"Guess not," Debbie leered. "Let's see what I can do about giving your beautiful dick the message."
She wriggled out from beneath Earl and got up onto her knees.
"Roll over on your back," Debbie instructed her man of the moment. "Let's see what my mouth can do with your cock."
Earl obliged and Debbie crawled between his open legs. Her lips closed over the knob of his prick and gave it a hard suck.
"Mmmm, eat me, Doll, eat my dick," Earl responded. "Take my prick all the way in your mouth and it'll be stiff before you know it."
Debbie's lips slid down the thickening shaft of Earl's cock, stopping only when the whole prick had been swallowed. Debbie nuzzled Earl's balls as she sucked his dick to the root.
The expert blow-job put steel into Earl's prick. His tool was back at ten inches again, transformed by Debbie's blow-job into a full-fledged boner.
Debbie sucked cock for a few slurping moments, then abruptly released Earl's stiff joint from her oral grasp.
"You're ready to fuck me again," Debbie noted the obvious. "Where do you want to stick it in, stud?"
"See if you can read my mind, Doll?" Earl gruffly teased. "You tell me where I plan to fuck you next."
"If everything was this easy, I'd get lazy," Debbie giggled. "I won't tell you what you want. I'll show you. Because believe me--as much as you want it, I want it more."
She bent over on all fours, turning her head away from Earl so that her flanks spread from the rear and exposed the summit of her split ass. Her shithole throbbed with scarlet puffiness.
Not satisfied with the boldness .of her pose, Debbie made it even more explicit. Grasping the cheeks of her butt with digging fingers, she pried her bottom apart until her asshole was stretched wide.
"God, you're beautiful," Earl reacted with horny sincerity. "I've never seen a prettier ass. You've got my number, Doll. I can't wait to butt-fuck you."
"Then do it, stud!" Debbie urged. "Give me your big cock all the way up my ass. Rip me up. Butt-fuck me until I scream."
"Will I!" Earl gasped with excitement. "Jesus, will I!"
His stiff cock was in his hand, throbbing and twitching. He guided the fiery crown to the opening of Debbie's ass and fit the tip into place.
"Ram me!" Debbie excitedly requested. "Shove your cock up my butt!"
Earl's crotch lurched, powering his prick forward. At least five inches of iron dick engorged Debbie's narrow shitpit.
Earl had half a cock to go before he was butt-fucking Debbie to the hilt. He continued his plunge.
"All the way!" Debbie pleaded. "Give me every inch of your big dick in my ass. Split me in two if you have to."
"Am I hurting you, Doll?" Earl asked Debbie as the last inches of his hard-on were entering her ass.
"Mmmm, hurts just right," Debbie groaned her reply. "The pain'U make me come twice as hard. That's what makes getting butt-fucked by a big cock so special."
Earl's crotch jerked and his cock disappeared within Debbie's fuck-hungry ass. He had never butt-fucked a woman this deeply before and he was grateful for the opportunity to totally shaft a female asshole with his ten-inch prick.
"I've made it with a lot of women," Earl told Debbie, "but you're the champ. The best fuck of them all, Doll. If my cock was twice as long, I think you'd find a way to take it all in whichever hole I fucked you--ass, cunt or mouth."
"Flattery will get you everywhere," Debbie crooned over her shoulder.
She shook her ass, twisting Earl's dick inside her shithole.
"You'd better hold on to something, stud," Debbie advised. "Gonna take you on a trip you'll never forget."
Earl's hands slid along Debbie's ribcage and found her dangling tits. He clutched the tits and his nails dug into their soft tissue.
Now Debbie went wild. On all fours, writhing, she carried on as if she were having a fit. Earl needed his grip on her tits and his dick all the way up her ass to hang on.
"How you doing, stud?" Debbie puffed as she writhed and gyrated.
"Can't you tell?" Earl answered.
"Guess I can," Debbie laughed. "You're doing just about perfect, I'd say."
Now conversation lapsed into moans and squeals, as the ass-fuckers heaved toward the finish line of their lusty act. It was as though they were competing to see who could come first.
The most satisfying result, of course, would be a tie. It happened.
When Earl announced that his prick was ready to blow, Debbie asked him to hold back a few beats before he shot his wad. Somehow he did it, so that when his cock did erupt in her ass, Debbie was screeching with her own climax.
"Hell and damn!" Earl cried, the level of his voice rising to match Debbie's orgasmic cry. "Gonna flood your ass with my hot cum, Doll! Don't know where I'm getting it all!"
"Just keep it shooting as long as you can, stud," Debbie answered. "Swamp me."
Earl's cock was so far within Debbie's ass that its creamy discharge poured into her bowels and mixed with the churning shit there. The mixture in her lower gut put Debbie in mind of a volcano--she was boiling and bubbling inside.
"I'm on fire!" Debbie proclaimed with delight.
"Burning up inside! God, I wish it could last forever!"
Earl did too. But his cock and balls were only human. His balls ached as the last drops of cum were wrung from them, and his cock slackened after it had squirted its final missile of cum into the depths of Debbie's ass.
"Jesus, Doll, I've had it," Earl puffed. "You've worn me out."
But Debbie was not finished. She was an expert in prolonging climaxes, stretching them out long past the point where another woman might have relaxed.
A softening prick in her ass was of no use to Debbie in her orgasmic greed, so she pulled away from Earl, ending the butt-fuck. Flopping over onto her back, Debbie spread her legs and put her fingers to work. She probed her cunt as well as her asshole.
While Debbie fingerfucked her pussy and ass, the cum saturating the two orifices squished and leaked. Before long, spidery strands of jism trickled down her inner thighs.
Earl was just a spectator now. But his attention was undivided. Even though his cock was in a state of temporary exhaustion, Debbie could still turn him on mentally. Watching her get off by her own hand was almost as exciting for Earl as actually fucking.
Eventually Earl found himself with a fresh hard-on. He hadn't expected it, but that just doubled his excitement. Fondling his revived boner, Earl felt like a kid with a new toy that he couldn't wait to try out.
Earl cleared his throat, capturing Debbie's attention so he could display his restored hard-on.
"Ooooh, look at you," Debbie swooned, hungrily eyeing her lover's steely fucking tool. "Stick that big cock in me someplace, stud. Ass, cunt or mouth, I don't care. Just so long as you're balling me again."
Earl was more than eager. However, just as he was guiding his stiff prick to the crux of Debbie's spread thighs, he was distracted.
"What's that noise outside?" Earl warily hissed. "Sounds like a car in the driveway."
"It is," Debbie replied, clearly undisturbed. The interruption was something she seemed to have anticipated all along.
"Well, Christ . . . who is it?" Earl sputtered.
"My husband," Debbie matter-of-factly replied. "Thought we could squeeze in one last fuck before he came home, but I guess I miscalculated. Too bad, I was really looking forward to your cock inside me again, stud. You know how it is, though."
"Your husband?" Earl blurted with alarm, then self-consciously lowered his voice to a hoarse whisper. "What am I suppsed to do now?"
"If I were you, I'd find my pants and run as fast as I could," Debbie responded, still calm. "No reason to panic. Just get a move-on. Sorry it had to end this way, but you know how it is when you're married."
"Jeez, you're so goddamn cool," Earl told
Debbie as he snatched his pants and started stuffing his legs into them.
"I've had lots of experience," Debbie said. "Getting rattled doesn't help at all."
Outside a car door slammed. Then there were footsteps along the gravel driveway running by the side of the house.
Managing to get into his pants, Earl picked up his shoes and tucked them under his arm. There wasn't enough time to put them on as he moved barefoot toward the bedroom door.
"Which way out of the house?" he gulped at Debbie.
"Turn right and out the back--through the kitchen," she answered in a practiced tone. "Frank always comes through the front door. Get moving and he won't see you."
"Adios, Doll," Earl called over his shoulder, passing through the doorway. "It's been sweet."
Then he vanished. Debbie listened to his shoeless feet padding down the hall carpet, then slapping across the kitchen linoleum as he scurried for safety.
Debbie allowed herself a smile when she heard the back door creak ."whispering a fond farewell to Earl, the delivery man. When she got around to making an entry for him into her secret diary, she would have to put a star or two by his name.
The next door that opened and closed was the one at the front of the house. Debbie heard the familiar tread of her husband's footsteps scuffing across the living room rug, then stop. Springs wheezed as Frank sank into his easy chair, and the television set blurted on. The buzzing crowd noise and squawking whistles of a Saturday afternoon football game filled the air.
"Good old Frank," Debbie chuckled. "Always predictable. The perfect husband."
She got out of bed, and still naked, with Earl's cum leaking down her inner thighs from her cunt and ass, she casually drifted toward the bathroom. She would soak in the tub, she guessed.
Later, when she was cleaned up, she'd go see if Frank had enough beer and find out what he wanted for dinner. Debbie prided herself on being a considerate wife. Keeping Frank content was the least she could do. A happy husband was also an unsuspicious husband.
Keeping things in balance was Debbie's specialty. Married for almost five years, she had no thought of divorce despite her lust for other men's cocks. As a husband, Frank was just fine with her. Who else would support her so willingly and trust her so blindly. Marriage to Frank, as far as Debbie was concerned, was the ideal arrangement.
The way Debbie had it figured, the Earls in her life would come and go. But over the long run there would always be Frank, plopped in front of the TV set, following the course of the various sports seasons, as hooked on his games as Debbie was on her succession of lovers. The only difference was that Debbie knew all about her husband's passion, whereas Frank didn't suspect a thing about hers.
Sometimes Debbie thought it was too bad she couldn't level with Frank, so that she could get him to fully appreciate how well matched they were. Maybe someday she actually would. In the meantime, she drew her bath and soaked, playing with the gobs of cum that worked loose from her cunt and asshole and rose to the surface of the water.
Chapter Two
"Enjoying your game, Dear?" Debbie asked Frank.
Frank's answer was a delayed reaction. He never talked in the middle of a football play.
"Yeah, doing okay," Frank grunted to his wife after a whistle blew, as if the referee were giving him permission to speak. "What're you up to?"
"Nothing much," Debbie said. "Can I get you anything, honey?"
"Now that you mention it," Frank drawled, "I am kind of running short on beer. And I could do with something to nibble on."
"What about dinner?" Debbie asked.
"Forget it," Frank answered. "There's another game on right after this one. Just get me some chips and crap like that. Some of that bean dip that comes in those little cans'd be good too."
"Sure, Frank," Debbie said agreeably. "I'll get right on it."
"Appreciate it, Babe," Frank told his wife, blowing her a kiss.
Then the football game started up again, and the conversation was over. Debbie left her husband leaning forward in his chair, his whole world compressed into a seventeen-inch screen.
Not that Debbie minded. Quite the contrary. A passive, distracted mate was just what she needed. As long as Frank was busy watching football games he wouldn't be watching her. Picking up beer, chips and bean dip for him was a small price to pay for what Debbie considered her freedom. Besides, Frank was a nice guy, and she wanted to make him happy. It was her good fortune that this wasn't a particularly difficult task, Frank being the simple soul that he was.
Now, leaving the house, Debbie was glad for the chance to get outside and go somewhere. She was the kind of woman for whom routine events had a way of turning into something special. Maybe, she thought, her luck would be with her this afternoon.
When she was in the car, Debbie decided that she would go for a spin before she filled Frank's order. She liked driving fast, and with the windows open. When she hit the nearest highway, the speedometer pushed up to eighty on the straight-away.
With the wind blowing in her hair and fresh air exciting her lungs, Debbie spotted the blur of a hitchhiker as she whizzed by him. On an impulse, she slammed on the brakes, stopping the car so suddenly that it fishtailed. The hitchhiker came running toward her, his possessions jiggling under his arms.
"Hi," he said when he got into the car. "You're a lifesaver, lady."
He was just a kid, six or seven years younger than Debbie, about eighteen. She liked his looks. He was blond, tanned, and boyishly sexy.
"Going back to college?" Debbie guessed.
"Right," the young man said. "Have to register on Monday morning and I have five-hundred miles to go. Don't like to be pushy, ma'am, but how far can you take me?"
"How far do you want to go?"
"I told you . . . five-hundred miles . . . uh, north."
"That's not the only direction you can travel," Debbie slyly grinned. "Especially with me behind the wheel."
The young man shook his blond head and muttered, "Ma'am, excuse me, but what are you talking about?"
Debbie used many approaches on the eligible males whom she encountered. One of her favorite tactics, though, was the blunt statement of her desires and expectations. She liked the way this technique made a guy's eyes pop with astonishment.
"I'm horny as hell," Debbie told her passenger. "Why don't you fuck me?"
"This some kind of joke, lady?" the young man blurted.
Debbie reached across the front seat and rubbed her stunned passenger's crotch. Then, before he could think to react, she quickly unzipped his fly. Her fingers were entangled in his shorts now, digging at his cock and balls.
"You make up your own mind whether I'm joking," Debbie smirked.
She tugged the shorts to one side of the young man's groin and withdrew his prick from his open jeans. It was a fat dick, with a domed, red cock-head, and getting stiffer by the second.
The passenger looked down at his developing hard-on and muttered, "This is no joke."
"Smart boy," Debbie chuckled, stroking the prick in her grasp. "What's your name, stud?"
"B-Brian," the young man stuttered while Debbie gently jacked him off.
"There's a rest stop about a half mile up the road. I saw the sign just before I picked you up," Debbie said. "You can fuck me there."
The car shot forward, Debbie steering with one hand while she fingered Brian's big cock with the other. The exit to the rest stop loomed up almost immediately and Debbie swerved onto it.
"Good," she said when she stopped the car in the parking lot, "the place is deserted. We'll have lots of privacy. C'mon, stud, let's go over to that grove of trees. I want to feel the grass against my skin when you fuck me. It feels so natural to do it outdoors."
Debbie led Brian out of the car and toward the trees, clutching his hand as though they were young lovers instead of total strangers. In the shelter of the grove, she fell to the ground, unhooking her wrap-around skirt on the way down. When she rested on her elbows and spread her legs, the skirt fell away. The only obstacle to a clear view of her cunt was her skimpy panties.
Those panties, a size or two too tight, squeezed into the slot of Debbie's twat, decorating her gash with a blue ribbon of nylon. Her pussy hps bulged from the sides, along with bristling brown clumps of damp pubic hair.
Brian's cock, jutting from his jeans, throbbed with a forty-five degree erection.
Now Debbie went to work on her sweater, pulling it over her head and tossing it aside. She wasn't wearing a bra so her big tits flopped free, the nipples as erect in their own way as Brian's hard-on.
Nude except for her panties, Debbie played around with her remaining garment. She pulled the crotch-band even more severely up the slash of her cunt, shifting it back and forth to stimulate her clit. A fresh batch of pussy juice escaped from her twat and glistened on her inner thighs.
Then, without warning, Debbie made a fist around the bottom-panel of her panties and ripped the sodden fabric entirely away from her crotch. She was now entirely naked. Her bare cunt was wide-open, and exposed her interior--a hot, pink tunnel that made small sucking noises.
Brian stared at Debbie's spread pussy as if he were in a trance. As he gawked, his rigid cock twitched with excitement, so red from the blood that engorged it that a rash seemed to have developed.
"Take off your clothes," Debbie instructed. "I like to see my men in the flesh."
Brian stripped on command, totally under Debbie's erotic spell. When he was naked, the afternoon sun caught his rippling muscles and the golden hair on his body, causing Debbie to hold her breath. She hadn't landed such a good-looking catch in some time.
But even if Brian hadn't been so handsome, Debbie wouldn't have been any less enthusiastic. For his cock was the main thing in her list of priorities.
And his dick was enormous, the kind of hard-on that made a woman's cunt ache just to think about being fucked by it.
"Come here, stud, and do it to me," Debbie beckoned, emphasizing her eagerness by pulling her pussy lips apart with gouging fingertips.
Brian dropped to his knees and made his way forward, his straining boner leading the way. When he was inside the V of her legs, Debbie grabbed hold of his prick and pulled it toward her gaping twat.
Brian lurched forward from the tug at his dick and sprawled on top of Debbie. When he came to rest, his cock was inside Debbie's warm, clutching cunt.
"Mmmm, your prick feels so good in my pussy," Debbie moaned, then began squirming her ass in the classic female fucking motion.
Brian responded by grinding his hips into the well of Debbie's thighs, powering his dick up the squeezing chute of her fuck-hole. At the same time, his mouth slid over Debbie's bare tits, finally stopping at a nipple and sucking it almost to his throat.
"Oooh, that's it . . . suck me, fuck me," Debbie groaned with ecstasy.
Stepping up the action, she wrapped her legs around Brian's waist, gouging the bony spur of her crotch against his. His cock was deep in her cunt.
"This is fucking!" Debbie exclaimed.
The bodies rocked, male cock-thrusts and surging female replies alternating. Debbie's hands roamed and gripped Brian's muscular asscheeks. Meeting in the crack of his butt, two of Debbie's fingertips dug into Brian's asshole. Then one finger lurched beyond the others and stabbed into the narrow, gritty channel, probing deeply.
"Oh, man," Brian gasped as Debbie pronged his ass, "nobody's ever done this to me before!"
"Do it to me too, tiger," Debbie answered. "A woman likes a finger up her ass while she's fucking just as much as a man."
Brian's large hand immediately moved down Debbie's thigh and came up in the split of her bottom. Suddenly a long, muscular finger was shooting up Debbie's asshole.
"Super!" Debbie shouted, as the finger in her ass joined the cock in her cunt. She'd always liked getting it in both holes at once. There was no surer way to double the pleasure of her eventual climax.
The fuckers writhed and bumped on the grass, their loins slamming together again and again. Their grunts and groans were caught up by a fall breeze and carried out into the country afternoon, mixing with the songs of birds and the clicks of insects.
"Baby . . . baby . . . baby," Debbie puffed. "You're giving me a workout. When are you going to come?"
"Anytime you want me to," Brian answered. "Just give me the word. I've been holding back almost since I stuck my prick in your pussy, trying to make the fucking last."
"Considerate, but unnecessary," Debbie chuckled. "If you think I'm going to let you go after coming just once, you're nuts. Go ahead, shoot your cock in my cunt. It won't end anything, it'll just get us started."
"Then, wow, my cock's gonna blow," Brian rasped. "Never had so much cum stored in my balls. Gonna flood your pussy with jizz. Ready?"
"You better believe it, stud!" Debbie whooped. "Come in my cunt!"
She cinched her legs even tighter around Brian's waist, smashing his crotch against hers to guarantee that his cum-laden prick was in her fuck-hole to the hilt. She wanted Brian's jism to spurt as deeply as possible into her pussy, so it would drench her womb.
It happened with a scalding rush.
Brian's prick exploded in Debbie's cunt, gushing cum. The scorching jizz splashed Debbie's interior orgasm, setting the core of her being aglow.
"God, I'm coming so hard!" she yelped, kicking her legs in the air and wriggling her toes. "Your jizz is fantastic! There's so much of it! But I can't get enough! I want every drop in my cunt I can get!"
Brian was gritting his teeth now, putting all his strength into wringing his balls inside-out to give
Debbie the cum she craved. As he speared her twat with his squirting dick, Brian clasped the globes of Debbie's ass, driving, driving, driving!
Throughout Brian's climax, Debbie kept her finger up his ass, clawing downward to stimulate the base of his cock and balls. Anything, Debbie thought, to get even a few extra drops of her lover's precious cum. She'd never been one to hold back a trick during the heat of fucking.
But Brian was human. Even with Debbie's hunger for his jizz, his cock was bound to dry up before long. With a final burst, all his cum had been shot. His cock throbbed and his nuts ached from all the work they had done.
"Gosh, sorry I had to stop coming," Brian boyishly apologized to Debbie. "I know you could've held up your end for a lot longer."
" 'S okay, 's okay," Debbie slurred. "A woman couldn't ask for more cum in her cunt. Or hotter cum. Or anyting else, stud. Mmmm, yes, you can do it, all right. Ooooh, you can fuck."
"You just saying that? Or do you really mean it, ma'am?" Brian said, his boyishness becoming even more pronounced.
"Oh, yes . . . yes," Debbie moaned, squeezing . the walls of her pussy around Brian's drained prick. "You don't have anything to worry about, stud. Those college girls are going to be lined up outside your door to spread their legs for you before the semester is over. You've got it!"
"My cock's still hard," Brian pointed out the obvious. "How do you want me to fuck you now?"
"My cunt's too sloppy with your jizz for another fuck there," Debbie responded. "We need a different hole. Good and tight and dry. Catch my meaning?"
She grabbed Brian's wrist and forced his fingers into the split of her butt, rubbing her hot, swollen asshole against a couple of the college boy's knuckles.
"Jeez," Brian gulped, "you really want it there? My prick up your ass?"
"What's the matter," Debbie chuckled, "don't the girls you know like it brown?"
"I've got a girlfriend, but she's a strict Christian. She's saving herself for marriage, so I've never fucked anybody but a whore," Brian confessed. "And I've never had the cash for what a butt-fuck would cost."
"A big, handsome hunk like you having to pay for it?" Debbie said. "What's the damn world coming to? Well, at least I get to be the first to take your big cock up her ass. And believe me, after I've broken you in to butt-fucking, your uptight girlfriend had better mind her tail. Once a man's got a taste for dicking ass, it's no snap holding him back. Now, stud, lets stop jawing and get you into the club."
Debbie scooted away from Brian, separating his cock from her cunt. Then, tipping on her shoulders, she curled with her knees against her tits and pried apart the cheeks of her ass. Her shithole stretched open, exposed to the air, strawberry-red around the rim, with a splotch of brownish pink inside. The opening didn't seem large enough to take Brian's big cock, but Debbie had no reservations.
"What are you waiting for?" she called to Brian. "Fuck my ass!"
Brian placed the knob of his prick against the small opening and shoved. He was amazed at how easily his cock-head entered Debbie's asshole. His next shove was much stronger, and half his dick was gone.
"Good start," Debbie moaned. "Now give me the whole thing. Every inch of your big prick. Straight into my ass, all the way to your balls."
Brian gripped Debbie's thighs and channeled all of his power straight down. His cock literally sank into Debbie's ass until it was completely buried, he was butt-fucking her to the hilt.
Now, with ten inches of teenage prick shafting her ass, Debbie grabbed her ankles and drew her legs all the way back over her head. The angle of Brian's hard-on was straight down in her asshole, penetrating like a sharp stake.
"Move it!" Debbie directed. "Work your cock back and forth in my ass. Give me the old in-and-out, just like you did in my pussy."
Brian's hips began to rock and his dick became like a rapid piston. The channel of Debbie's ass rippled and spasmed in response, more than holding up its end of the action.
"God, it's so tight," Brian rasped, pumping his cock.
"Mmmm, you better believe it," Debbie answered with a shivering whimper. "Your big prick's tearing me up inside, stud, and do I love it. Fuck it, fuck it, fuck my ass with everything you've got, you big, beautiful hunk."
Brian's cock moved faster and faster, its downward strokes like the thrusts of a murderous dagger. Debbie got high on the resulting pain, the sparks of her suffering quickly igniting the fires of orgasm. Suddenly she was wildly climaxing, wailing like a banshee.
Debbie's orgasmic reaction had an electrifying effect on Brian--her vibrations coursed from her body into his with a high-voltage burst. All at once, a gasping Brian found himself coming too.
Scalding jizz poured from Brian's cock in the depths of Debbie's ass, mixing with the shit in her bowels. The cum was even more plentiful and hot than when Brian had fucked Debbie's pussy.
And, just as she had done when Brian came in her cunt, Debbie pleaded for extra jism. To get it she reached to the heart of the action and squeezed Brian's hardworking balls, coaxing all the cum possible from them.
Then the spurting stopped. It had to, because even Debbie could not turn her lovers from men into machines, although that didn't stop her from trying her damndest every time out.
"Ooooh, Brian baby, you did good," Debbie swooned when her ass had captured all the cum it could get. "The next woman you butt-fuck is due for a treat. If your uptight girlfriend still says no to your cock in her ass, it's her loss."
"Whatever I know about butt-fucking, it's thanks to you," Brian huffed, exhausted from balling Debbie twice in a row.
"Wish I could be there to cheer you on when you strike again," Debbie said. "You find a way to get your big cock up the ass of that girlfriend of yours, and I guarantee she won't be as good a Christian as she used to be."
"She won't be my girlfriend if I don't find a way," Brian replied, a macho verve to his voice.
"That's it, stud," Debbie reacted to Brian's verbal swagger. "Stand up for your rights."
Now Brian withdrew his cock from Debbie's asshole, rocking back on his knees so he could take an admiring look at the tool that had served him so well. It was sticky with cum and flecked with Debbie's shit. And, as both Brian and Debbie could see, it was still tempered with erotic steel.
"My, my, it would be a pitiful shame to send you back to college with a hard-on like that," Debbie purred, reaching out to stroke the young man's tireless boner. "Let me see what I can do."
She sat up, then hunched over and brought her mouth to the head of Brian's stiff prick. Then she was sucking, inching her lips downward. A deep-throated blow-job was the swift result.
"You never give up, do you?" Brian gasped with approval, falling on his back so that Debbie could better do her work.
The blow-job quickly turned into a mouth-fuck, as Debbie applied all her oral tricks to Brian's hard-on. Brian's hips rolled just like he was balling a cunt or asshole.
While she sucked Brian's cock to its fat root, Debbie didn't neglect her young man's balls, treating them to a firm grip. Brian's knees lifted and his toes dug into the turf.
"Jesus, can't believe it, gonna come already!" Brian blurted. "I get hotter every time I get my cock inside you."
He took fistfuls of Debbie's hair and forced her face into the hairy space between his spread thighs, flattening her nose with his surging crotch. His prick was as far in Debbie's throat as it could go, ready to erupt with its third load of jism within minutes.
Cum flowed in a sudden rush. Debbie's throat was a funnel to her stomach. She had a warm bellyful of jizz before she knew it and was greedily sucking for even more.
As his dick spurted Brian writhed on the ground, wishing he could come forever. When the flow of his cream actually did stop, she was disappointed, as if he had temporarily learned the secret of living forever and the abruptly lost it.
He had also, at last, lost his hard-on. When Debbie released his spent cock from her mouth, it sagged under its own weight, fucked past endurance.
"Guess I've had it," Brian apologetically told Debbie. "I'd fuck you all day if I could."
"You be sure and come back this way and look me up if you ever figure out how to bring off that trick," Debbie teased. "But in the meantime, we've got to get you back to school. See about getting you another ride."
The mood altered suddenly with Debbie's last sentence.
" "Another ride?" Brian said, puzzled. "I thought you were driving me back to school."
"This is as far as I go," Debbie said, getting to her knees and collecting her clothes. "When I picked you up, that's just exactly what it was--a pick-up."
"Jesus, you mean you were just cruising around, looking for a guy to ball?" Brian gulped with amazement at Debbie's brazenness.
"Sure, why not?" Debbie matter-of-factly replied. "I do it all the time. You might say it's my hobby. Being a housewife can get pretty boring if you don't spice things up. Thank the good Lord for studs like you, Champ."
"Housewife?" Brian continued his puzzled reaction to Debbie's up-front remarks. "What about your husband?"
"Right now," Debbie patiently explained, "he sitting in front of the TV set watching a foot-ballgame, waiting for some beer and potato chips. Don't think he'd understand if I drove five-hundred miles to pick them up. So you're on your own. A truck or something will come by."
And then Debbie was up on her feet, quickly dressing. When the kicks were over she liked to end her affairs as soon as possible, without any complications. The last thing she was searching for was a lasting relationship. She already had one of those with Fran, and he paid the bills.
"So long. Sock it to that dizzy girlfriend of yours one time for me," Debbie told a deflated Brian and skipped away across the grass.
Once she was in her car, Debbie turned on the radio and hummed along with the music as she drove to the grocery store.
"Two stars," she said to herself, thinking ahead to the entry she would make in her diary about Brian's fucking ability.
Then she decided that she was in such a good mood that she would splurge on Frank's goodies. German beer and cashews instead of chips. He'd really appreciate it.
"Got to keep my man happy,' Debbie chuckled, as she turned off on an exit to get back toward home.
This was the way it always was for her. She never left better about Frank than she did after she had fucked and sucked another man. In truth, she was convinced, such erotic adventures were what held her marriage togther. They weren't cheating to Debbie--they were survival.
Chapter Three
In this time of women competing with men for jobs, Debbie enjoyed her unhurried existense as a housewife. With no children, there really wasn't very much for her to do except enjoy her leisure.
When she wasn't fucking somebody, Debbie liked to draw her mornings out, savoring the most peaceful time of the day. Cups of coffee, cigarettes and the newspaper were her staples, along with her favorite chair and a stool on which to prop her feet.
A story in the paper caught Debbie's eye. A young nurse had been raped on her way home from work, right in Debbie's area. The article went on to say that it was the second assault in the neighborhood in a week.
After reading the story all the way through for a second time, Debbie started wondering about what it would be like to be raped. The rapist in the article had threatened his victim with a knife, and now Debbie shivered as she imagined the feeling of cold steel against her neck.
She lit another cigarette and left her chair, pacing and puffing in an attempt to settle her nerves. She didn't like to be ruffled, and prided herself on her cool approach to things.
However, her mind kept going back to the rape story in the paper. When she finished her cigarette, Debbie returned to her chair and re-read the article. When she finished, a thought was nagging at the back of her mind.
"Of course," Debbie said to herself after a moment of mental dredging. "I'll bet it was Sheila who got raped."
The newspaper story had withheld the rape victim's name, but had reported that the attack had occurred on Maple Street, a couple of blocks away. Debbie's friend, Sheila Ryan, lived on Maple. And Sheila was a nurse who worked the nightshift at the local hospital.
Debbie couldn't resist giving Sheila a call. She wasn't exactly sure what she would say, but it was something she had to do.
The instant Sheila answered the phone in a subdued hush, almost a sob, Debbie knew she had guessed right.
"I know what happened," Debbie impulsively responded to her friend's whimpering hello.
Sheila's voice became suddenly shrill, as she demanded, "Who is this?"
"My God, I frightened you, didn't I? Jesus, I'm sorry," Debbie gushed an apology. "This is Debbie. Debbie Winslow, Sheila. You must be scared out of your wits after what happened to you last night."
"Oh, Debbie, it's you," Sheila sighed with relief, then stammered, "H-how did you find out I'd been r-raped?"
"That's not important now," Debbie said. "The important thing now is you, Sheila. Feel like some company? I'm an expert on cheering people up."
"Oh, Debbie," Sheila choked. "I'm so down."
"I'll be right there."
A few minutes later, Debbie was knocking on Sheila's door. When Sheila answered, her complexion was as faded as the old bathrobe she was wearing. She had clearly been through an ordeal.
Once she was inside the house, Debbie took over. She brewed some coffee after making Sheila lie down on the couch. Silent at first, Sheila eventually started talking.
"Guess I'm not much company," she said, "but I'm really glad you're here, Debbie. Believe it or not, you're the first woman I've talked to since . . . since I was raped. First it was the cops, then my husband. Men ..."
Sheila interrupted herself by swallowing, tensely.
"... Nothing but men," she resumed with a shudder. "How can men understand what it's like for a woman to be raped when one of them did it to her in the first place? Honest to God, Debbie, I don't know if I can ever look at another man the same way ever again, even my own husband."
"You poor baby," Debbie responded with intense sympathy, going over to sit on the edge of the couch so she could physically comfort her friend.
Debbie stroked Sheila's tawny hair. Sheila reacted to the female touch with an appreciative sigh, shifting her body into a more comfortable position as she reclined on the couch. Her robe rode up her long legs, exposing her sleek thighs.
"Keep touching me, Debbie," Sheila requested. "It makes me feel real safe being alone with another woman."
"I like being alone with you, too," Debbie replied, surprised at the purr in her voice.
Then Debbie surprised herself even more.
"I like touching you a lot," she told Sheila.
Sheila did not protest as Debbie's hands began to roam. The loosely fitting bathrobe slipped down Sheila's shoulders, and Debbie began some light massaging, "Mmmm," Sheila moaned, her lips curving up in a smile that excited Debbie. "Suddenly everything doesn't seem so bad--with you here, Deb."
Debbie couldn't resist going further. Suddenly she was leaning over, taking her friend's lovely face in her hands like a porcelain vase, and kissing Sheila on the lips.
Sheila not only accepted Debbie's behavior, but prolonged the kiss. The women were quickly exchanging tongues, and Sheila wrapped her arms around her friend, pulling Debbie on top of her.
In the midst of the warm, tonguing kiss, Sheila's robe came open. Her bare tits heaved against Debbie's pressing chest, her nipples unmistakably hardening with arousal.
When the kiss was broken, Debbie felt honor-bound to ask her friend, "Are you sure this is what you want, Sheila?"
"My body feels so good against yours," Sheila murmured. "So safe. Please don't stop what you're doing to me."
"We could be taking a big step here," Debbie pointed out.
"I'll leave it up to you," Sheila answered. "I trust you completely."
The only kisses Debbie had ever shared with another woman were friendly pecks on the cheek, and the only embraces had been brief hugs of hello and goodbye. Now, with no warning, she had Sheila all but naked beneath her and could not draw herself away. The excitement that made her pussy tingle and moisten did not lie.
"Take off my robe, Debbie---make me completely naked," Sheila urged. "I felt so dirty before you got here. Make me feel clean again. Only another woman can do it for me."
Debbie could not refuse. She pulled Sheila's robe away, then knelt between her friend's parted legs to look at her uncovered body.
"Sheila, you're beautiful," Debbie automatically gushed as she gazed upon her friend's perfect tits. She could not resist fondling those tits, rubbing the hard, pink nipples until they turned red.
But then, as her eyes moved down Sheila's nude form, Debbie's reaction turned from bliss to shock. For the first time Debbie noticed the ugly bruises on the lower part of her friend's body.
The worst of the damage was on the inside of Sheila's legs. There were purple marks in the shape of gouging fingertips leading up to the flossy triangle of her cunt.
"I tried to hold my legs together," Sheila explained, "but the rapist forced them apart. I think he would have done it anyway, even if I hadn't resisted. He liked hurting me."
"I won't hurt you. Wouldn't ever do that," Debbie said soothingly.
"I know," Sheila sighed. "I know you'll be gentle with me."
"Are you asking me to do something more to you, Sheila?"
"Please, Debbie, please."
Debbie could not ignore her friend's plea, especially when her friend was so trusting. So gorgeous. So eager for another woman to ease her pain.
Debbie's face dipped into the sweet region between Sheila's thighs. Never having been so close to another woman's cunt, Debbie filled her eyes with the succulent treasure and treated her nostrils to the heady aroma of another's pussy.
Holding her breath, Debbie made the big plunge. The lips of her mouth abruptly pressed against the lips of Sheila's twat. Sheila flexed her crotch upon contact, and the sticky film of fresh pussy juice spread across Debbie's tastebuds.
"Eat me, eat me," Sheila groaned with ecstasy.
Debbie's tongue slipped into Sheila's cunt. The flavor was even sweeter inside the sugary gash, turning Debbie on past the point of no return. Without delay, her tongue began moving in a fucking motion, engorging Debbie's pussy with its deep thrusts.
For a few moments the only sound in the house was that of Debbie's mouth on Sheila's cunt. Excess spit and pussy juice leaked down Debbie's chin and Sheila's spread thighs.
"Ooooh, I think I'm going to come already," Sheila ended the wordless spell. "Come so much. Right in your mouth, Debbie."
Sheila's asscheeks squeezed together and her spine arched as she ground her cunt into Debbie's face. Then she lifted her knees and dug her fingers into the couch, shuddering from something wonderful.
"Hallelujah!" Sheila cried, celebrating the orgasm that had arrived with crushing impact. "Feels so good! What a climax!"
What a climax, indeed. Spasming with delight, Sheila's cunt oozed pussy juice into Debbie's mouth. All the while, Debbie's cock-like tongue surged deeper and deeper into Sheila's twat.
Now Sheila wanted even more excitement. Having her pussy sucked to orgasm was no longer enough. She craved a sweet cunt to eat, too.
So Sheila moaned to Debbie to shift her body around. Debbie quickly obliged, as anxious to have a tongue up her own cunt as she was to continue mouth-fucking Sheila's pussy.
Debbie's tongue twisted in the tight channel of Sheila's twat as she swung her body around. Now Debbie was astride Sheila's torso with her knees, her spread flanks hovering over her cunt-hungry friend's salivating mouth.
Sheila reached up and tore Debbie's skirt away. Then she went to work on the soaked panties, rolling them down until they spanned her tits, a yellow nylon webbing connecting Debbie's straddling knees.
Debbie's exposed cunt was just inches from Sheila's twitching mouth. Sheila made the move, lifting her head at the same time she pulled down Debbie's wide-open crotch. The connection of mouth and twat was made with a wet kiss, mouth lips and pussy hps welding together.
Sheila's tongue lanced Debbie's cunt. Debbie had never felt anything better than this female intrusion in her pussy. She demonstrated her delight by churning her hips and wiggling her cunt in Sheila's face.
There were no words--just sucking, slurping and squishing. As each female lover engaged in her first lesbian sixty-nine, the couch-springs squealed and the air was perfumed with the musk of all-woman sex.
On top of the action, Debbie experienced her first female-induced orgasm. She didn't have long to savor it, though, for her initial climax was succeeded by a second, a third, then another and another. Or at least that's the way she felt. Multiple orgasms seemed to be battering her, each one a hammering blow to her senses that surpassed its predecessor in intensity.
Down below, Sheila matched Debbie thrill for thrill. She wriggled every time an orgasmic peak occurred, thrusting her damp crotch against Debbie's face.
Eventually things got sloppy. Each woman was coming so hard from tonguing the other's pussy and getting her own cunt eaten that she could no longer control her writhing body. The couch tipped this way and that from its increasingly ungainly burden, then heaved forward and dumped its contents onto the floor.
Debbie and Sheila landed in a heap, their mouths jostled from one another's pussies. Making the best of the abrupt ending to their lesbian sixty-nine, Sheila moved to fully undress Debbie.
"I love your tits," Sheila swooned when she had stripped Debbie as naked as she was.
The two women passionately embraced, their bare breasts squashed together. As they kissed, their mouths primed with pussy juice from the sixty-nine, Debbie and Sheila traded tongues and shared the funky taste of their cunts. Now Sheila forced Debbie back against the carpet, sprawling on top of her by the time their kiss had to yield to the need for breath. In the descent to the floor, Sheila's hips had fallen between Debbie's spread thighs. A swift adjustment, and their cunts were touching, and then rubbing magically together.
"Oh, God, Sheila, it's just like you're fucking me," Debbie groaned, her ass wriggling from her lover's pussy-thrusts. "Even without a cock it's just as good."
"Maybe better," Sheila groaned too. "Who needs a damn cock with two pussies as hot as ours?"
Debbie wrapped her legs around Sheila's waist, just as she would with a man who was fucking her. Of course, there was no stiff cock to stuff into her twat, but what happened took second place to nothing. For Debbie's and Sheila's clits had snagged each other!
Twelve-inch pricks in each of their cunts could not have made Debbie or Sheila climax any more intensely than they did when their clits crossed wires. The two women came as one.
"Coming, coming, coming!" Sheila chanted.
"So hard! So much! Sooo good!" Debbie added.
Then both women cried in a single, ringing voice, "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!"
As they got it on, the female lovers could not keep their hands from roving all over one another's naked bodies. There was so much to touch and feel as their cunts fucked--tits and hips to stroke, thighs to caress, and asscheeks to squeeze like ripe melons.
Then, Debbie and Sheila simultaneously dug into each other's squirming butts. Soon, female assholes were being tested by female fingers-- first with tickling, then with pokes, and at last with stabbing penetration.
Each finger fucking the other's ass, Debbie and Sheila ground their cunts together even more fiercely. So much pussy juice had escaped from their twats that it was matting their pubic hair, slicking their bellies, and trickling down their thighs. The sound of moist flesh slapping together signaled each joint pussy-thrust.
Now Debbie did even more. She took one of Sheila's tits in her mouth and chewed the nipple just hard enough between her molars. Sheila shrieked with an agony that only heightened her ecstasy.
"Do you love it?" Debbie joyously asked when she released Sheila's mangled tit.
"More than anything!" Sheila whooped.
Then it was Sheila who was satisfying her tit-hunger. She squeezed Debbie's jugs together and took both nipples in her mouth at the same time. She sucked them and then sandpapered them with the rough side of her tongue, finally biting into them just short of drawing blood.
"Sheila, you damn vampire," Debbie joked through her latest orgasm, this one induced at least partially by the glorious pain she was experiencing.
"Oh, Jesus," Sheila rasped when she released Debbie's tits from her oral grip, "got to quit. I'm so horny I'll bite your nipples right off if I don't stop sucking your beautiful boobs. 'Good enough to eat' is no lie. You make me do things I never even dreamed of."
"No man ever paid me a better compliment," Debbie told Sheila.
"No man ever wanted you more than I do. You never turned any man on more than you have me," Sheila gushed. "You've made me so hot. So horny. Made me feel more like a woman than I ever have in my life."
"It's a pleasure," Debbie cooed back.
Then the talking stopped and the female lovers went back to fucking and fingering with everything they had. New climaxes arrived with crashing force, so powerful that neither woman wanted hers to ever end.
To keep the orgasmic electricity flowing, Debbie and Sheila instinctively started pinching one another's clits, increasing the pressure on their crumbling sensibilities.
"More! More!" Sheila screeched. "Keep me coming, Debbie! Don't let it stop! Whatever you do to me, I'll do back!"
Debbie abruptly shoved her fingers into Sheila's pussy, pushing and cramming until nearly her whole hand filled the damp, stretched cavity. As she had promised, Sheila immediately followed suit, gouging Debbie's twat with all five digits of her right hand.
The two women clawed into one another's cunts, so turned on by their latest maneuver that they rolled across the floor, taking turns on top. They knocked against a chair and temporarily came apart. Anxious to push things even further, Sheila hoisted herself onto the chair, shifting to her knees. Her loins were spread in front of Debbie's face.
"What do you want me to do to you?" Debbie panted.
"Anything!" Sheila shrieked with raw lust. "Everything! Just go wild!"
Debbie thrust her fingers into Sheila's cunt again. But this time, rather than digging with them, she balled them so her knuckles flexed into a fist.
"Ooooff!" Sheila grunted as the tender passage of her cunt was punched by Debbie's knuckles. "What in God's name are you doing to me?"
"Fucking you with my fist," Debbie revealed. "Can you dig it?"
"Ooooh, kinky," Sheila swooned. "You can't believe how good it hurts."
"I'll find out when you do it to me later," Debbie chuckled. "But for now, I'm the teacher and you're the pupil. Hang on, I'm going to hammer you."
Debbie's fist fired again into Sheila's cunt, bringing a joyous yelp of pain from the latter's throat. Then another punch, and another yelp. A third punch and a fourth. Debbie pistoned her fucking fist faster and faster.
"Can't stand it! Too much!" Sheila screamed, then abruptly contradicted herself with, "Can't get enough of your fist in my cunt! Don't let up! Punish me! Make me suffer! Make me come like I've never come in my whole damn life!"
"You got it," Debbie puffed in reply, whamming her fist to the tender core of Sheila's deep fuck-hole.
"Arrrgghh!" Sheila screeched.
Then the screeching turned into gibberish. It was the cry of a woman who was climaxing intensely.
Debbie, however, had no difficulty understanding Sheila. She guessed she herself would be howling the same hysterical message when the positions were reversed and Sheila was fistfucking her cunt.
That would happen. Debbie would eventually take Sheila's knuckles deep in her own twat, and squeal like a stuck pig.
And a lot more would happen, too. For Debbie and Sheila were a pair of lovers who could not get enough of each other's naked bodies. Everything two horny women could do, they tried. Their pussies, mouths, fingers, tits and asses--all were active. There was constant fucking, sucking, fingering, biting, teasing and licking. Pussy juice leaked wherever Debbie and Sheila came temporarily to rest, leaving a trail of stains across the carpet. Finally they wound up in bed, and that was where it ended at last, well over an hour after it had all begun.
Exhaustion, long in arriving, caught up with them suddenly. Tongues, fingers, arms, legs, nipples and clits went soft. Muscles were sore. Pussies and tits ached. Fatigue was like a thick, gooey icing that had spread over the tired lovers. Sleep was the only logical alternative now; the conscious world could offer nothing to match what the lovers had just experienced.
Sheila was the last to speak before she and Debbie submerged themselves into a mental void. Her voice was weak but Debbie heard every word with crystal clarity. Indeed, she would never forget them.
"You make it worth being raped," Sheila whispered. "If I hadn't been raped, you would have never come over today . . . this would have never happened ... I'd still be waiting to fuck and suck my first woman. Knowing what I know now, I couldn't stand that."
Then Sheila's eyelids lowered and her head dropped against a pillow. Instantly asleep, she was smiling sweetly.
Debbie kissed her newest lover lightly on those curved lips, and then slipped into her own restful darkness, smiling too.
Chapter Four
"You going out, Frank?" Debbie asked her husband. "I thought there was a game on TV tonight."
"No, uh-uh, no game," Frank answered.
"Then where are you heading?"
"Gonna have a few beers with the boys down at the bowling alley," Frank said. "You don't mind, do you, Hon?"
"Have a ball, tiger," Debbie grinned, standing on her tiptoes to kiss her tall husband on the cheek.
When Frank left, Debbie immediately started thinking about how to take advantage of being left on her own. Too bad she hadn't known in advance Frank was going out, she thought, or she really could have whipped something up. Sometimes, though, the unplanned pick-ups turned out to be the best.
Debbie considered calling Sheila to suggest that the two of them go out and cruise the bars, but decided against it. Because of her rape Sheila was still afraid to go out at night, and she and Debbie would probably wind up checking into the nearest motel and getting it on with each other like a couple of hardcore dykes.
"Tonight I'm getting me a man," Debbie promised herself. "The most macho stud I can find. I'm going to get myself fucked by the biggest, strongest prick around."
Her pussy tingling with anticipation, Debbie changed into a t-shirt and tight jeans, with no bra or panties underneath. She looked and felt funky.
She drove to a redneck bar she'd heard about. It looked like a bomb shelter, a rectangle of cinder blocks with garish neon smudges haphazardly decorating it. The Till Two Club it was called, squatting in no man's land between two suburban subdivisions. The area had been dubbed Beer-can Gulch by the locals.
Debbie thought slut thoughts as she jiggled into the Till Two. That was the role she would be playing tonight. The kind of chick who left a musky scent in her wake. Who reeked raw sensuality. Who instantly stirred the cock of almost any man who laid eyes on her. -
Sliding up to the bar, Debbie told the bartender she wanted a short beer.
"You can live higher than that," the bartender laughed. "Order anything that suits your fancy, little lady, I guaran-damn-tee it that you won't have to pay for it."
Debbie glanced around the smoky room. There were only men, all leaning forward in her direction, staring. If it hadn't been for the bartender's comments, Debbie could have easily concluded she'd wandered into a gay bar.
"When was the last time these boys saw a woman?" Debbie cracked.
"This rapist thing's really cut down on my, uh, female clientele," the bartender answered. "Chicks are scared to go out and have a good time as long as that maniac's loose. You don't look afraid of nothin', though."
"When I get restless, nothing can keep me at home," Debbie sexily purred. "Now what about that drink?"
"Scotch on the rocks?"
"Groovy."
The man who wound up paying for Debbie's drink was a rawboned construction worked named Red. Debbie wouldn't have minded leaving with him for a fuck in his pick-up truck, except that tonight she had promised herself something special.
So, drink in hand, Debbie circulated. Red followed her, he knew everybody in the place and introduced her around.
They had names like Luke, Spike and Mickey. All had grease under their fingernails and revealing bulges at the tight crotches of their faded jeans. They were so alike that Debbie couldn't make up her mind which one appealed to her the most. Then she had an idea.
"Listen, Red," she whispered into her guide's ear when they had made the rounds, "how about me and you and some of your friends going somewhere?"
"Yeah, Babe, I can dig it," Red drawled. "You name it. Where you wanna.go?"
"There's a motel down the road," Debbie answered without hesitation. "I'm leaving for there now. You follow me with some of your friends and we'll have ourselves a private party."
"I get your drift, baby," Red rasped, openly massaging his swollen crotch.
"That's my boy," Debbie purred, rubbing against Red like an alley cat in heat. "Just one last thing."
"Whatever you want, Babe." "Don't bring along anybody who doesn't have a big cock."
The caravan was on its way within minutes. Arriving at the motel first, Debbie checked into room 4-A, telling the clerk she was expecting visitors. They'd pay, she said. She could tell from his eyes the clerk was hip to what was going down, and that he was envious.
"If there's any commotion," Debbie finished up with the clerk, "you feel free to poke your head in and check things out. Then, when you've done that, you feel free to just waltz right inside and do what you have to do, Sweetheart."
She left the office with the key jingling in her hand and her ass swinging. She could hear the horny desk clerk panting.
Alone in the room, Debbie quickly stripped. Checking herself out in a mirror, she fondled her tits and spread her thighs for a peek at her cunt. It was pink and glistening, a pussy hungry for fucking.
Gang-fucking.
When Red and his pals showed up, Debbie was spread-eagled on the bed. There was a pillow under her ass, and her wide-open pussy was aimed toward the door.
"Shit motherfuck, look at this!" the first man in the room yelped when he eyed Debbie's brazen fuck-me pose. "Fellas, I believe we've died and gone to heaven!"
There were four guys, and they didn't waste any time getting down to business. Boots were kicked off, shirts untucked, unbuttoned and flung away, jeans pulled off. Each and every one of them had at least a nine-inch cock.
"How'd I do?" Red asked Debbie, his own hard-on fringed at the root by a fiery clump of burnt-orange pubic hair. "Enough action for you?"
"Looks good so far," Debbie crooned. "Of course I'll have to do a little testing before I can tell for sure."
There was no way the horny male quartet could decide who should go first. So they all got into bed at once with the spread-legged temptress who had lured them here.
Debbie could more than dig it. The prospect of sucking and fucking four cocks simultaneously was a challenge she could not resist.
Debbie reached out for the nearest prick. It belonged to Red. She clutched the throbbing tool against her tits, nudging the fat cock-head against a nipple.
"Mmmmmm, that feels good," Debbie sighed, as Red knelt astride her. "Now stick your prick between my tits, stud. 1*11 squeeze my boobs together and you move it, just like you had your dick in my cunt. I haven't been tit-fucked in a long time."
"You're a tricky one, ain't you, gal?" Red laughed as he dropped his stiff dick into the gorge between Debbie's big tits.
Debbie pushed her tits together. They caught Red's hard-on in their grip and started rubbing. When he reacted by working his cock back and forth, Red got friction as good as he would have had from any twat.
Now that Red was in the groove, it was somebody else's turn. Debbie beckoned a second prick toward her, making its owner moan when she massaged his balls with the palm of her hand and snaked a finger up the sweaty crack of his butt and tickled his asshole.
"Where would you like to fuck me best with your big dick?" Debbie flat-out asked the panting guy.
"The minute I walked through the door and seen your pussy, I wanted to get my prick inside there and ball the damn bejesus outta you," the guy rasped, his voice hoarse with raunch.
"Well then, get to it, stud," Debbie urged. "Get on down there between my legs and stick your prick in my pussy. Fuck my cunt with your big cock!"
The guy shifted into fucking position with such speed that it appeared as though he feared Debbie might change her mind and delegate her twat to one of the other available cocks. Once the head of his prick entered the gash of Debbie's cunt, the penetration was swift and deep. Debbie's pussy was being fucked to the hilt almost before she knew it by a hard-on that was as long and thick as any she could wish for.
The arrangement was like this now: Red was straddling Debbie's torso, fucking her tits with his pumping cock; lined up behind him, the second guy knelt between Debbie's spread legs, working his prick deep in her spasming pussy. On the sidelines, there were two guys--two hard-ons--left.
Debbie urged the remaining two pricks toward her mouth. She would give them a double blow-job.
"Yes, that's it, both of you feed me your cocks," she instructed. "Don't worry, I can eat both of them at the same time. Maybe not deep-throat them, but I'll suck out the cum. You boys won't miss out on a thing."
The remaining pair of guys knelt on either side of Debbie's head, their prick intersecting at her mouth. Debbie took a dick in each hand, bending them just enough so their fiery knobs pulsed against her lips. Then her lips unhinged, and the pair of cock-heads abruptly packed her generous mouth, swelling her cheeks.
There was nothing left now to do but get it on. Debbie and her four studs were like a rusty machine at first, getting used to meshing their gears, but things soon fell into place. The bed-springs squeaked from their oversized burden as Debbie took the cocks with her tits, pussy and mouth, expertly reacting to the four-way dicking.
"Baby, your cunt is the tightest thing I've ever fucked," the guy balling Debbie's pussy gasped during the action.
"I'll take these tits anytime," Red joined in.
The two guys getting their cock-heads sucked just groaned in wonder at Debbie's oral talents. She couldn't swallow much of their pricks past the crowns, but she more than made up for the lack of penetration with a raspy tongue that wouldn't quit.
Debbie was servicing the cocks so well that it was only a short matter of time before one of the men came. Red indicated that he would be the icebreaker.
"Before tonight I wouldn't have believed I could shoot my wad so fast balling a set of tits," he croaked. "But, goddamn, it's gonna happen!"
His prick lurched and strained in a tell-tale fashion, and seemed to expand an extra inch. Debbie couldn't tell Red how she wanted him to handle his eruption while she was busy sucking two other dicks, so she had to take matters into her own hands to get her message across.
Abruptly she stopped squeezing her tits, letting them fall to either side of her ribcage so Red's cock was freed. Now Debbie wrapped her fingers around that cock, jacking it off just over her chest, drawing its cream.
"Oh, baby, I'm gonna come all over you if you keep this up," Red gasped. "It'll be a real mess.
But I guess that's just what you want, you horny bitch."
Red had it right on the money. Debbie wanted to feel his hot cum splashing all over her tits, a shower of jism. A few more strokes from her hand-job on Red's pulsating hard-on and she got just that.
Red's cock was angled upward when it blew. The cum lofted, then rained all over Debbie's tits. She jiggled her ivory mounds as the jism splattered. The globs of cum slid across her jugs like beads of water on an oily surface.
Then, when Red's prick was drained, Debbie let go of it and spread a hand over each breast, circulating them so the cum was spread all over. When she was finished, her tits were sticky and sparkling with smeared jizz.
"Oh, shitfuck, fuckshit, I said it before and I'll say it again. You horny bitch!" Red blurted, now an onlooker yet scarcely less involved in the action than when he was actually fucking Debbie's tits. Having unloaded a cockful of jism, he quickly became a cheerleader.
Red's tapped the buy fucking Debbie's twat on the shoulder. After his experience coming all over Debbie's tits, Red couldn't resist offering a kinky suggestion.
"When you're ready to cream in her cunt, pull out at the last second," Red told his friend. "Spray your jizz all over her. Thigh to thigh. This dame likes it sloppy, funky and low-down. She'll dig your cum all over her crotch as much as she dug mine all over her big tits."
Debbie overheard this and hoped Red's friend would heed the advice. She had a picture of herself when the gang-bang was over, sopping from head to toe with the jizz from four cocks.
The guy fucking Debbie's cunt had been pumping his cock in a steady tempo for some time. Now his tempo speeded up, the cock-thrusts deeper and more frequent.
"Gonna blow!" the guy blurted.
"Then yank your cock out of her twat, like I said," Red urged. "Shoot it all over her. Nice and sloppy. This bitch likes to wallow in cum."
"Okay, here goes!" the cunt-fucker announced.
He tugged his angry, red hard-on from Debbie's pussy, pulling the crown a couple of inches from her gash. A silvery jet of cum streamed from his cock-head, splashed the center of Debbie's crotch, and streamed down the slot of her pussy lips.
As the prick kept creaming, its owner sprayed its discharge up and down Debbie's snatch, and from loin to loin. By the time the eruption had slowed to a trickle, Debbie's cunt was speckled with cum from the upper fringe of her pussy hair to the crack of her ass.
Now Debbie's hand took over between her legs. She spread the deposit of jism all around, smearing up as high as her belly button, and low enough to moisten the throbbing pucker of her asshole.
"Christ, what a woman," the guy whose cum was being spread reacted. "Just watching her's almost as good as fucking anyone else. How long have you known this chick, Red?"
"Just met her tonight," Red answered. "Do you think I'd have waited this long to set this up if I'd known her before? Hell, this is the kind of woman a pimp would turn over the pink slip of his fucking Eldorado for."
"Oh, no," Red's friend laughed. "This one's too horny to ever be a hooker. She'd fuck and suck away all the profits. Drive her pimp crazy by giving it all away for nothing."
Debbie heard all this and smiled inside. These boys had it exactly right, she thought with satisfaction. Sex was an end in itself as far as she was concerned. Sex was her main reason for existence.
And now there were the two cocks in her mouth to take care of. Their heads were hot with excitement, obviously ready to spit whenever Debbie willed it. She would do just that.
Debbie grabbed both pricks, removing them from between her lips and aiming them at her face as she jacked them off. She didn't have to beat meat long. First one cock, then the other, erupted, twin spurts of scalding jism splashing her features.
Debbie wagged her head from side to side. She took the dual onslaught of male cream from ear to ear.
By the time it was over Debbie's face was a dripping mask of jism. She licked her lips, taking up a tongueful of cum and then sucking it into her mouth, thirstily gulping as it slid down her throat.
"Well, Baby, you did it," Red voiced his approval. "Don't know how, but you took all four of our cocks, all of our cum. Hot damn, you're something . . . you should see yourself."
"I will ... I will," Debbie sighed and then crawled off the bed, tottering toward the mirror.
She loved what she saw. The syrupy jism was shining on her face. Dribbling from her nipples, it trickled down the slope of her tits to her belly. Farther down, it streaked down her inner thighs past her knees.
"Thanks, boys," she crooned. "You gave me just what I wanted. I feel good all over."
To underscore her pleasure, she put one hand on a tit, the other on a thigh. She slowly drew the hands together. The mirror reflected her fingers meeting at her stomach, massaging cum into the soft roll of flesh there.
Debbie was the funkiest thing any of the men watching her had ever seen. And she knew it--it was the cornerstone of the kinky game she was playing.
"Well, boys, what now?" Debbie turned and asked, her lips connected by spidery strands of cockcream as she spoke. "Seems to me those big cocks of yours ought to be pretty well rested. I'm ready for more fucking and sucking if your boys can fill the bill."
Horniness electrified the air. Before any of the men could respond, though, an urgent knock intervened.
"Open up!" somebody growled on the other side.
When nobody in the room responded, the door was kicked in. A slender but ominous figure was waiting there, a ski mask hiding his face. The double-barreled shotgun he was holding could have cut everyone in the room in half at such close range.
It looked, smelled and felt like a hold-up. Until the intruder spoke.
"You assholes can leave," the man with the shotgun sneered at Red and his friends. "I don't want your money. Just the girl."
Red and his friends immediately assumed they were in the same room with the rapist who had been terrorizing the area. Perhaps if the shotgun hadn't been involved, somebody would have tried to be a hero. But under the circumstances, the only reward promised to be a front-page obituary after the coroner scraped the dead volunteer's guts off the walls.
"Sorry, Babe, this is between you and him," Red lamely muttered in Debbie's direction. "Nothing the rest of us can do but get the hell out of here."
"I understand," Debbie replied, surprisingly unruffled. "You four dudes split while you can still save yourselves. I can handle it."
"Get moving!" the interloper barked at Red and company, waving the shotgun.
Snatching up their clothes, Red and his friends bolted out the door, glad to be alive as they fled into the night.
"That's it, you chickenshit bastards, just keep running!" the gunman called after them, then laughed at the commotion he had caused as he kicked the door closed behind him.
Debbie had remained calm through it all, almost eerily so.
She drifted toward the gunman and swung the barrel of his weapon to one side, treating it as if it were a harmless toy.
"I've been expecting you," she said. "What took you so long?"
Then, with no resistance, she pulled away the gunman's mask and grinned seductively into the face of the desk clerk.
"H-how did you know?" he stammered.
"I saw it in your eyes when you rented me the room. I knew you couldn't stay away from me," Debbie crooned. "But you really didn't have to come on so strong, you know. The others wouldn't have minded an extra man, and I sure wouldn't have kicked about a fifth cock."
"I wanted you all to myself," the desk clerk said, his eyes roving over Debbie's cum-smeared body. "The more I thought about you making it in here with those apes, the hornier I got. Couldn't control myself. This place is always being robbed, so we keep a shotgun under the desk--I decided to use it."
"I'm a lot more interested in your big cock," Debbie teased.
She paused, letting the clerk's excitement build. His crotch bulged.
"Nobody's fucked me in the ass yet tonight," Debbie purred, pointedly staring at his bulge. "Appears you're the man for the job, if my eyes don't deceive me."
She led the desk clerk to the bed. Quickly his pants were off, his hard-on looming as Debbie knelt before him. Her asscheeks were spread wide-open.
The desk clerk stuffed his cock-head into Debbie's tightest hole and shoved. Debbie urged him not to stop pushing until he was butt-fucking her to the hilt.
"Sweet fucking Jesus, that feels so good," Debbie groaned with appreciation as her ass was filled by inch after inch of fat dick. "It's times like this when I think taking a big prick up my ass is the best way of all to fuck."
"I'll ball you any way, any place I can get it," the desk clerk answered, ramming his dick into the depths of Debbie's rippling shithole.
"I'll bet you tell that to all the tramps who check into this dump," Debbie chuckled.
"No, you're different from them. This is the first time I've ever done anything like this," the desk clerk revealed. "You're . . . well, something special. For a few seconds there, I was almost ready to really waste those four guys who'd been fucking you. Jesus, I was insane with jealousy, and I didn't even know you. With a woman like you around, anything can happen.
Debbie thought about what he had said for a moment, especially the last sentence. A woman around whom anything could happen. Was that really her? Yes.
"Yes!" she blurted. "I am that kind of woman.
I
And proud of it!"
The desk clerk was so swept up by Debbie's celebration of her sexuality that he found himself coming without any conscious effort. All of a sudden his cock was just spurting on its own, flooding the channel of Debbie's ass with hot, thick, plentiful cum.
"God, am I getting off!" the desk clerk whooped.
"Ooooooh, Christ, me too-ooooo!" Debbie howled with a smashing climax of her own.
His prick jammed to his balls in Debbie's ass, the desk clerk shot his final wad of jism. He then squirmed on her back, his chest and belly finding no traction against her slippery flesh. He zigged when he meant to zag and toppled, bringing Debbie down under him.
They lay side by side. After they rested they would get it on again, of course. The clerk wanted to prove he could ball Debbie as well by himself as the four men he had chased away had done. And Debbie was more than willing for him to try.
Before long, her cunt, tits and mouth were all fucked again. The desk clerk wound up coming four times. He would go to his grave remembering this extraordinary night, confident he had proved something of utmost importance to himself.
But the big winner was Debbie. And the desk clerk was just part of her triumph. For she had fucked and sucked five men on this memorable evening, a new record even for her. She couldn't wait to tell her diary about it.
Chapter Five
Even though it was around midnight, Debbie got home before Frank. After showering she was still not tired, so she decided to watch TV. If Frank walked in, she would tell him that's what she had been doing all evening.
She settled into her favorite chair, punching the remote control device. The first thing up was some ranting preacher, then, a boring guest host was filling in for Johnny Carson. The two late movies were dogs.
The fifth channel Debbie switched to got her attention. She lurched forward in her chair when it came on, blinking her eyes like she didn't believe what she saw.
It was a football game, locked in overtime. A football game that, according to Frank, wasn't supposed to be on.
For the first time in their marriage Debbie, was suspicious of her husband. He had lied to her when he had said he was going out because there was no game on TV tonight. Why? Did he have something to hide?
"Another woman," Debbie guessed aloud. She didn't know whether to be angry or intrigued. Debbie immediately found herself wondering what kind of other woman Frank would be attracted to. Short or tall? Aggressive or passive? Was she beautiful?
And, most important, what kind of fuck was she?
Just then, as if he had entered through some chamber in Debbie's mind rather than the front door, Frank appeared. Both were surprised to see each other. The football game was blaring on the set, so there was no avoiding the issue.
"No game on tonight, huh?" Debbie snapped, her ears tingling from the shrillness in her voice.
Frank was obviously not prepared for this confrontation. He hemmed and hawed, but could produce no words.
Debbie could not control her urge to know.
"Who is she?" she recklessly blurted at her husband. "Who are you fucking behind my back, you bastard? It won't do you any good to deny it."
"Now . . . now, Debbie . . . don't get excited," Frank finally managed to speak.
"Then you admit you've been balling another woman, you son of a bitch?" Debbie snarled.
She was out of her chair, advancing on Frank, her temper bubbling. She never would have thought she could be so enraged by her husband's infidelity. But then, she had never considered the possibility of Frank cheating on her in the first place. Her own affairs had no bearing on her reaction. She viewed Frank as her personal property, a possession, and for another woman to get it on with him was theft.
"I won't stand for it, Frank!" Debbie exclaimed. "You're mine!"
She hurled herself at her husband, attacking him. Frank grabbed her arms, trying to hold her off. They struggled. Arms and legs got tangled up and there was a sudden collapse.
Debbie and Frank crashed to the floor, rolling and thrashing after they landed. In the melee, Debbie's robe fell open. When Frank overpowered her, pinning her shoulders to the carpet, Debbie realized that she was virtually naked beneath him.
Frank realized it too. As he caught his breath, licking some blood from a scratched lip, he stared at Debbie's bare, squirming body. His gaze was so intense it was as though he had just seen his own wife in the nude for the first time.
"What in hell do you think you're looking at?" Debbie seethed when she felt Frank's eyes on her tits.
"God, Debbie," Frank rasped, "you're still the most beautiful woman I've ever seen."
"And just how many have you been seeing lately, anyway?" Debbie shot back, but the anger in her voice had lessened.
"Never mind any other women," Frank said. "Right now, you're the only one I want."
Debbie couldn't help but notice the thick, throbbing mass at the taut crotch of Frank's pants. And once she did she couldn't help the moist, tingling reaction in her cunt.
She wondered if this was the way it was for a rape victim. After her original struggle, what happened when the victim actually realized what steel she had put in her attacker's cock? In a very real way it was something for a woman to be proud of.
"Jesus, Frank," Debbie uncontrollably panted. "You're a different guy when you're like this. So macho."
She twisted one of her arms free and fingered the outline of Frank's cock and balls.
"Oooooh, take your cock out, Frank," Debbie pleaded, her self-control gone. "Let me see it, please. I'll bet it's never been harder."
Frank didn't say anything. His only reply was the downward whirring of his fly.
"Give it to me!" Debbie cried, digging her fingers into Frank's open zipper.
She tugged Frank's cock and balls out through the leg-hole of his jockey shorts. Frank's prick was even stiffer and larger than she'had expected it to be. When she closed her mouth over the cock-head and began sucking dick, Debbie could not recall ever going down on a hard-on that turned her on more than her husband's did now.
"Oh, Baby, suck me, suck me," Frank huskily responded. "Nobody can eat my prick the way you can."
Debbie's lips slowly traveled along the thick shaft of Frank's dick, as she started taking his cock-head in her throat.
"That's it, Baby, suck me all the way down," Frank groaned. "Swallow my whole cock. Every inch. Then you won't have to blow me anymore . . . 'cause I'll be fucking you in the mouth."
Within seconds, she was deep-throating Frank's dick. She fell back on the floor, her husband on top of her.
His cock buried in her mouth, Frank pressed his crotch against Debbie's face. His hard-on was using Debbie's mouth as a cunt.
His cock-surges got stronger and stronger. The back of Debbie's skull bounced against the floor, and her throat felt as though it were being fucked raw. Frank's prick was driving, pumping, moving ceaselessly.
"Gonna come in your mouth, baby!" Frank declared. "You'll never be able to swallow it all, there's gonna be so much jizz shooting out of my cock."
Debbie doubted that. She doubted that any force on the planet could keep her from gulping down every precious drop of the cum she eagerly awaited from Frank's prick.
Frank's dick erupted, the bursting head several inches down Debbie's throat. At first the cum flowed faster than Debbie could swallow it and she had to expand her cheeks to contain the excess as it backed tip into her mouth. Not a drop was spilled. By the time Frank's cock lost steam, Debbie was in complete control. She gulped down the jism eagerly and expertly.
"Debbie, you're something else," Frank said with awe as he removed his drained prick from his wife's mouth. "You drank all that jizz. More than I've ever come. Shit, when the jizz was shooting out of my dick into your mouth, it felt like more than any man has ever come."
"If I knew it was always going to be this sweet, I'd find a way to bottle your cum by the quart," Debbie gurgled, grooving on the raunch in her voice. As she spoke, tiny bubbles of leftover jism clustered at the corners of her mouth, and thin strands of it joined her lips and teeth.
"God, you make me hot," Frank responded. "Even after all that jizz, my prick is still hard as a rock."
"Mmmm, I know, I know," Debbie seductively murmured, fingering the throbbing column of her husband's rigid cock. "What are you planning to do about it, stud?"
Frank just laughed.
Now he moved down Debbie's body until he was kneeling between her legs. Debbie put her knees up, spreading her thighs to the limit. Then she pushed her pussy lips with her fingertips and stretched her fuck-hungry cunt wide-open.
"Stick it in. Put your dick in my pussy," Debbie urged, talking as dirty as she could. "Fuck me with your big, bad cock until I scream."
The knob of Frank's hard-on now throbbed just inside Debbie's cunt. Then there was a shove. Half of the shaft of Frank's prick joined the cock-head within Debbie's tight, wet fuck-hole.
This was enough penetration for Debbie's hips to begin rocking in the classic fucking motion. Her ass rolled and her thighs quivered.
"More . . . more cock, Frank," Debbie gasped.
"Fuck my cunt with every inch of your beautiful prick."
Frank's cock abruptly stabbed to the squeezing depths of his wife's gash.
"Ahhhh, that's it," Debbie groaned with delight. "Your prick feels so big in my cunt, Frank. Bigger than it's ever seemed. Fuck me, fuck me!"
Sucking Debbie's tits while he fucked her twat, Frank brought his large hands up under his wife's bottom and clutched her asscheeks. Frank's steel-hard cock was driving in and out of Debbie's pussy, his thrusts savage. Debbie writhed with excitement.
"Just keep grabbing my ass, stud," Debbie told Frank. "Because if you don't hold on, I'll come so hard I'll shake us apart."
"Don't worry, Baby, I'm on board for the whole ride," Frank answered. "Let 'er rip, Debbie, let yourself go."
Then she was screaming at the top of her lungs. "Christ, I'm coming! Coming so strong!" Debbie howled. "Don't want it to ever stop! Keep fucking me, Frank, fuck me with everything you've got! Ram my cunt with your big cock!"
"Shit, Debbie, you make me want to split you in two," Frank said. "I really want to sock it to you. Never felt exactly this way the whole time we've been married. Can't fuck you hard enough. Wrap your legs around me, baby," Frank urged.
Debbie joyously did as she was told. She scissored her husband with her long legs, crushing her crotch against his groin. The connection of his cock and her pussy was rubbing up a storm. Debbie reached a second climax.
Moaning, grunting and groaning, husband and wife were fucking as they never had before in five years of marriage. Even on their honeymoon they hadn't balled like this.
As Frank fucked her, Debbie slipped off into a steamy fantasy. She and Frank were starring in a porno movie. One of the TV networks, so far behind in the ratings that they were desperate, had bought the rights and was showing it in prime time. Millions of Americans were watching close-ups of Debbie's hairy, wet cunt as Frank's big cock shafted it.
Then Debbie had a third orgasm. There was no room for fantasy now. Debbie was on fire inside.
"Coming, coming, coming!" Debbie chanted. "I'm coming so good!"
"Ready for some company, Babe?" Frank asked. "Because my cock's gonna blow. I'm gonna be coming right along with you."
"Shoot it into me, Frank!" Debbie shrieked with anticipation. "Fill my cunt with your hot jizz? Blast me!"
"It's a pleasure," Frank grunted with a whamming cock-thrust to the core of his wife's deep fuck-hole.
Crammed deep into Debbie's pussy, the head of Frank's prick swelled and then erupted. Scorching jism flooded Debbie's twat.
"Oooooh, your cum is so hot, Frank," Debbie reacted. "It's burning up my pussy. Give me more . . . more . . . more jizz."
Spurting again and again, Frank's cock kept coming long after it seemed possible for it to continue doing so. This was a fuck of fucks.
At last Frank's prick was spurting no more. Debbie's cunt was awash with jism and the excess leaked into the hollows of her crotch and the split of her ass. When Frank removed his drained cock from her twat, Debbie rubbed the jizz all around.
Watching as Debbie made a sticky mess of her crotch, Frank sighed with lust, turned-on as ever. His cock remained stiff, ready to spring back into action at a moment's notice.
Debbie noticed her husband's hard-on and sighed, "Mmmmm, look at you. You really must have a bone in your cock to keep it that hard after fucking my mouth and cunt. Ready to ball me again, stud?"
"Am I still breathing?" Frank chuckled. "Can't fuck you enough, Debbie. Just tell me how you want it this time around and I'll be driving my cock into you before you know it."
"Well, uh, let's just see if you can figure out where you're supposed to fuck me next," Debbie coyly teased.
She rolled over. Then, kneeling, she slowly raised her bottom into the air.
Her hands reached behind, gripping the globes of her rump. She pried them open. Her asshole throbbed.
"One guess where I want your cock this time,"
Debbie cooed.
"You horny bitch," Frank rasped. "You want to get fucked in every hole, don't you? Anyplace you can get it! God, Debbie, your ass is beautiful. Can't wait to sink my cock into that tight hole all the way to my balls."
"Then do it, do it!" Debbie urged.
"You're sure you can take my whole prick in your ass?"
"As sure as I'm living, Frank. Fuck me in the ass!"
Frank fit his cock-head into the puffy dent of Debbie's ass, pressing lightly at first. Then the knob of his dick penetrated. Inch after thick inch of shaft followed. It was a steady advance, both partners moaning in anticipation of a glorious butt-fuck.
During their years together, Frank and Debbie had played around with the idea of doing it in her ass, but had never gone all the way with the idea. Being man and wife seemed to stand in the way of them completely letting go, as though living day-in and day-out under the same roof called for restraint. But now, with Frank's cock finally bulling up Debbie's shitpit, such caution was a thing of the past.
"Deeper, deeper!" Debbie pleaded for the whole of her husband's cock up her ass. "All the way!"
The last of Frank's dick plowed into Debbie's butt. It hurt. The kind of pain that the horniest of women welcome with every fiber of their being.
"Christ, your big cock is killing me! Ripping me up!" Debbie cried. "And don't you know just how much! love it, stud!"
"I really didn't think your ass could take my whole prick," Frank admitted. "But now that it's in there, butt-fucking you to my balls, I'm not going to let up a goddamn bit."
"Is that a threat or a promise?"
"Both!"
"Mmmm, music to my ears," Debbie swooned.
Frank leaned forward, grabbing Debbie's tits for balance as he butt-fucked her. His cock-thrusts rattled her from head to toe. The action was brutal.
"Kill me! Murder me!" Debbie screeched.
Frank's stiff prick was a piledriver in his wife's ass. The cock-surges were devastating. Debbie was suffering in glory.
"What a climax!" she reported on her latest orgasm. "Even better than the ones I had when you balled my pussy. A cock in the ass is the best. The tops. A goddamn fucking miracle!"
"You're the miracle, baby," Frank responded, his cock pumping ceaselessly into his wife's spasming shithole. "All this time we've been married, I never saw you the way I'm seeing you now. God, I'm a lucky man to have a mouth, cunt and ass like yours to fuck."
Driven by lust, Frank started fingering Debbie's cunt while he continued butt-fucking her. As he fingerfucked Debbie's twat, he could feel his prick balling her ass. Pounding rapidly into Debbie with his fingers and cock, Frank would not last very long. He had to come right now.
"I'm letting go!" he bellowed, his dick abruptly spurting its juice into the pit of his wife's ass. At the same time his fingers clawed the interior of Debbie's twat, the jagged masculine nails gouging the delicate female lining.
Debbie's own orgasm doubled its intensity as Frank both shot his wad into her butt and reamed her cunt.
"Shoot it into me! Swamp my butt with your hot jizz!" Debbie pleaded for every scalding drop of cum she could get in her ass. At the same time she clamped her pussy walls, locking Frank's fingers deep within her cunt. She wanted it all, for as long as she could get it.
But, of course, Frank was only human. His cock could not squirt for more than a few seconds. Things were winding down, and even Debbie, for all her tireless horniness, could not keep the wind in her husband's sails.
"Too bad something so perfect has to end," she sighed when she recognized that Frank's cock had squirted its last in her ass.
Frank withdrew his spent dick from Debbie's cum-soaked ass and his fingers from her cunt with damp pops, falling back in exhaustion.
"I've had it," he admitted. "My cock's useless. Couldn't fuck you anymore if my life depended on it."
"Don't worry about a thing, love," Debbie sighed, rolling over into her elbows to face her tired husband. "Everything's got to end sometime. Just so long as you did your best, stud--and, believe me, you did. Oh, God, did you! What fucking!"
"We've been married five years and you never told me anything like that before," Frank pointed out with a crooked grin on his face.
"Maybe the perfect fuck only comes along every five years," Debbie teased, rubbing her asshole and cunt so the leaking cum slopped between her fingers.
Laughing like young lovers instead of an old married couple, husband wife brought their naked bodies together again. Only this time it was to cuddle rather than ball, what the sex manuals call "afterplay."
Nestling in her husband's arms, Debbie basked in the triumph of what she and Frank had just accomplished. Everything had been flawless--his cock in her mouth, cunt and ass-fucking, then coming--filling her orifices with hot, sticky cum, each load more thrilling than the last. It was the best advertisement for marriage that Debbie could ihink of.
Relaxing in the afterglow of perfect fucking, Debbie couldn't help but wonder if she would still need to fuck other men. The affairs had been necessary until now because Frank's screwing had become stale. But now the guidelines had been rewritten. What was to be gained from fucking other men, Debbie thought, if her own husband could fuck her better than anybody?
On the other hand, what if it were really true that action like this only came along in a marriage once every few years? Was it worth the wait? Worth avoiding other men, Debbie pondered, in order to wait for Frank at his best?
It was all so confusing. She'd think about it later, Debbie decided. Right now she just wanted to cuddle in her husband's muscular embrace. Frank's body felt so good against hers. She felt absolute peace, and wanted nothing to detract from her special glow.
Yes, she'd think about it later.
Chapter Six
The fantastic session with Frank changed everything. However, as wonderful as it had been during the actual fucking, the aftermath brought doubt. Debbie found herself troubled by serious questions about her marriage, questions she had never raised when she was the only one fooling around on the side, but which were unavoidable now that she suspected Frank of cheating. And she had no choice but to suspect him, no matter how gloriously he had fucked her in the mouth, cunt and ass the night before.
Before now Debbie had seen her marriage as a convenient prop. Now, unexpectedly, she found herself really caring about the vows she and Frank had taken to be faithful to one another.
"Might as well face it," she told herself, "I'm jealous." The fact was that she just couldn't stand the idea of Frank fucking some other woman with the same passion that he had balled her the previous evening.
In the past Debbie had responded to stress by putting the make on the first strange man who came her way. But it was suddenly no longer that easy. She found herself wanting answers now, not just pleasure. For the first time in her marriage, Debbie found herself concentrating more on her husband than on herself.
She searched Frank's belongings, looking for some clue to his extramarital activity. She found nothing. However, this just heightened her suspicion, since she quickly convinced herself that Frank was covering up. Perhaps, she suggested to herself, that accounted for his super-fucking. He could have been trying to distract her from fitting the pieces of the puzzle of his infidelity together.
"I've got to know," Debbie vowed.
Moments later, she was leafing through the yellow pages of the telephone book.
"Here it is," she said. "Private Investigators."
She called the first one that caught her eye, up near the top of the column--Lew Abbott, Confidential Inquiries.
Sure, Abbott told Debbie after she outlined her problem, he could put a tail on her husband. "Domestic difficulties" were his specialty. Why didn't she come down to his office to fill him in on the details? She should bring a recent photograph. The fee was fifty dollars a day plus legitimate expenses. Visa or Master Charge would be all right.
Lew Abbott's office was out of an old private eye movie. As she heard her heels click along the gloomy corridor of the threadbare walk-up where Lew Abbott did business on the fourth floor, Debbie half-expected to see a reincarnation of Bogart.
"Come on in. Nothing's stopping you," he called in a voice that carried like rasping sandpaper when she knocked on his office door.
Debbie entered. There was a waiting room, but it reappeared as if its only function was collecting dust. Abbott was waiting on the other side of the next door, a B-movie character come to life.
He was sprawled in a chair, feet on the desk, holes in his shoes. With his snap-brim fedora shadowing his shifty eyes, he was smoking an un-filtered cigarette and treating himself to a tumbler of whiskey. His office reeked with a gritty masculine smell.
The instant Debbie laid eyes on Abbott she forgot all about why she had come to see him. She was immediately hooked.
"You're the dame who called, huh?" Abbott said out of the corner of his mouth, the stub of his cigarette dangling from the other side. "The one with the husband who's fooling around, right?"
"Y-yes," Debbie stammered self-consciously, but she really wasn't all that aware of the question she had just answered. She would have said yes to anything in this man's presence.
Abbott pushed his hat back on his head and ground put his cigarette in an ashtray. His black eyes changed expression--from shifty to piercing. Debbie felt naked under his gaze. Her cunt moistened and itched from the sensation.
"Have a seat," Abbott said, gesturing to the cracked vinyl chair in front of his tacky desk.
Debbie sat down. She crossed and uncrossed her legs, and when they came to rest, the hem of her skirt was somewhere up around her thighs and her knees were apart. She could feel her pussy throbbing, getting damper by the second.
A few moments of conversation followed, but Debbie couldn't get a fix on any of it. The masculine aroma of tobacco, cheap whiskey and sweat turned her on to the point where her pussy was sopping wet.
Abbott was obviously a man's man. He didn't beat around the bush.
"You've got nice legs," he leered, his eyes caressing Debbie's exposed thighs.
"That's not all I've got," Debbie answered boldly.
"Oh, yeah?" Abbott smirked. "How about that."
"Yes, indeed, how about that," Debbie purred. She placed her hands in her lap and curled the hem of her skirt up even farther.
Abbott arose from behind his desk, tossing his hat away to reveal a full head of dark, curly hair. Although short and wiry, he was powerful looking. That impression was strongly enhanced by the bulge in his pants. He had a hard-on. Debbie guessed his cock was a minimum of ten inches.
As Abbott came around from behind his desk, Debbie left her chair. They met in the middle of the room. There were no preliminaries. They embraced at once, their mouths locked in a deep, tonguing kiss, and Abbott's knee crammed in Debbie's throbbing crotch.
"I don't believe this is really happening," Debbie gasped when the kiss was broken.
"It is, baby, believe me it is," Abbott said.
"Oooooh, that's good," Debbie moaned uncontrollably as Abbott's fingers reached her crotch, slipping immediately inside her panties to dig into her wet pussy.
Now Abbott's other hand went to work unbuttoning Debbie's blouse.
Debbie just stood there, hot all over and panting with lust. She had never wanted to fuck anybody as much as she did Lew Abbott. Nothing else mattered at the moment.
When he had her blouse undone and untucked, Abbott forced Debbie back into the chair. He stripped her all the way down with swift efficiency, flinging her clothes in the corner.
"I like you naked," he stated with stark simplicity, then began undressing himself.
"No, no, let me do it," Debbie gasped, pushing Abbott's hand away from his fly.
She unzipped his pants and dug inside. His cock bristled in her grip as she pulled it out. She put the head in her mouth and hungrily sucked. At the same time she got rid of Abbott's pants and shirt.
"Eat it, Baby, eat my dick," the detective grunted as Debbie went down on his stiff joint.
His prick was huge, even bigger than Debbie had anticipated. As adept as she was at cocksucking, it was still a struggle for her to swallow Abbott's entire hard-on. But she did it. She would never have been able to forgive herself if she didn't deep-throat a prick as magnificent as this one.
Once his cock was stuffing Debbie's mouth, Abbott turned up the heat. With a fistful of her long, brown hair, ,he jerked Debbie's face flush against his crotch and ground his hips in her face. There was never any pretense of a blow-job. This was a mouth-fuck.
"Yeah, you like it, don't you, Baby?" the detective rasped. "You like getting mouth-fucked about as much as you like breathing."
As she sucked Abbott's huge prick to its root, Debbie was hit by a sensation she had never experienced under thes circumstances. It was incredible, but she actually sensed she might come. It was as if she had an extra clit in her throat. The more Abbott mouth-fucked her, the closer to a climax she seemed to get.
She couldn't really climax from a cock in her mouth, she tried to tell herself--it was just her imagination. But her senses did not lie. An orally induced orgasm was on its way, no matter how improbable it might seem. Or at least that's what Debbie genuinely believed. It came, and it was different from the shuddering orgasms she usually experienced, but Debbie was sure it was a true climax nonetheless.
And then there was the icing on the cake. For Abbott's big cock abruptly gushed its hot load in her mouth.
Debbie thirstily gulped the detective's spurting jism down her throat. Abbott's cum was thick and sticky, and there was plenty of it.
"Yeah, that's it, baby," Abbott hissed. "Lap it up. Every drop of my cum."
By this time the detective's prick had stopped pumping jizz, but it was still hard and continued fucking Debbie's mouth. Abbott's cock-head shoved the cum down her throat like a plunger even though Debbie could have swallowed it on her own. Abbott clearly knew the value of treating his women rough.
At last, when he was convinced Debbie had sucked up all of his cum, Abbott ended the mouth-fuck. Now he guided his cock-head down Debbie's naked body as she sat in the chair. He stopped at her tits, tracing the pink ovals of her nipples with the tip of his big dick. All at once Debbie was finding out Abbott could be gentle too.
The detective rubbed the throbbing shaft of his prick against the side of one of Debbie's tits, then treated the other jug to a cock-rub. Debbie bit her lip from the intense pleasure she felt.
"Oh, do it to me . . . do it to me," Debbie moaned. "Please fuck me."
"Put your legs up, Baby, feet on the chair," Abbott said.
Debbie excitedly did as she was told. She hadn't sat in a chair like this with her legs all the way up since she was a little girl, when her mother was always nagging her about showing off her underpants. This time around she was grown up and naked, and what showed was the hairy gash of her wide-open cunt.
"Nice pussy," Abbott commented as he fingered the slit.
He brought his finger to his mouth and tasted the pussy juice.
"And sweet," he grinned.
He knelt down and kissed Debbie's cunt. She swooned with instant orgasm, coming in Abbott's face.
"And wet," the detective grinned some more as he stood up again, his lips glistening with the honey from Debbie's sopping twat.
"Fuck me! Fuck me!" Debbie begged. "I need your big cock inside my pussy!"
"Okay, Baby, you got it," Abbott said.
His prick was in his hand and aimed at Debbie's twat as he positioned his agile body for a fuck. Contact was made. His cock-head slipped between Debbie's pussy lips and into her cunt.
"Mmmmm, feels so good," Debbie responded, her voice a smoky wheeze. "Now stick it in my pussy all the way. Fuck me with your whole cock."
Rather than crashing forward, the detective's rigid prick slid up the canal of Debbie's cunt with smoothness. When Abbott's cock had traveled the full route of Debbie's twat, the muscles of her pussy reflexively clamped down.
"That's right, turn it on," Abbott reacted to the pressure on his cock from Debbie's cunt. "Squeeze my prick good. The better you do it, the more cum I'll shoot in your pussy."
"Mmmmm, whatever you say, stud," Debbie moaned in reply.
She cinched her pussy muscles even more powerfully, and her twat was so congested that Abbott didn't have much space in which to move his cock.
But his thrusting produced so much friction that both became more excited.
"You've got me coming," Debbie announced, wriggling her ass so that her buns spilled over the edge of the chair. At the same time she slung her arms around Abbott's neck in case her balance wavered during her orgasmic tremors.
"I've fucked a lot of women in this office, but, Baby, you're the best," Abbott rasped as he twisted his cock-head in the depths of Debbie's cunt.
"And I'll bet you say that to every one of them," Debbie teased.
"No," Abbott laughed, showing his strong teeth, "detective's honor. You take "the prize, Sweetheart."
"I'm still not sure whether you're putting me on, but flattery will get you everywhere," Debbie sighed. "Want to know how I rate you?"
"Sure."
"Come in me first, then I'll tell you," Debbie coyly purred.
"It won't be any problem, not with a cunt that squeezes like yours, Baby," Abbott replied, then went to work on getting his dick to shoot.
His cock-thrusts increased in intensity and his hard-on was white-hot.
"I'm coming again!" Debbie shrieked. "This time's so strong it makes it seem like the last time didn't happen! Christ, it's good!"
"Wait until you get a cuntful of my cum," Abbott said through clenched teeth as he bucked with his crotch so that his cock hammered Debbie's fuck-hole.
"That's just it, I can't wait!" Debbie cried. "Ooooooh, God, Abbott, my cunt wants your hot cum so bad! Shoot it into me with your huge cock! My pussy's so thirsty! Flood my twat with your beautiful, wet jizz!"
With one last surge of his cock, burying it in Debbie's deep twat, Abbott's prick exploded with scalding jism. He scooped his hands up under Debbie's ass and lifted her into the air, holding her aloft to fuck her standing up.
While she clung in midair to Abbott, Debbie's cunt took burst after burst of the detective's cum. It was even stickier and thicker in her pussy than it had been when Abbott fucked her in the mouth. And there was more of it.
"So much ... so much jizz in my cunt," Debbie groaned.
Abbott's cum was already leaking, dripping to the floor from Debbie's cock-filled pussy. And yet still it spurted within her. And even when the spurting stopped, his cock continued to dribble starchy globs of cockcream. By now Debbie's cunt was leaking more jism than it was holding.
His wad shot, Abbott set Debbie back into the chair, removing his drained cock from her sopping cunt. For the first time since Debbie had laid eyes on it, the detective's prick was at half-mast.
"Too bad," Debbie sighed at the sight of the detective's drooping cock. "I could go 'round another time."
"See what you can do, Babe," Abbott smirked. "Appearances can be deceiving, you know."
He held out his flagging cock toward Debbie. She was off the chair and immediately on her knees. She expertly sucked the detective's prick and massaged his balls. Stiffness returned to Abbott's cock but it still wasn't totally stiff, so Debbie stabbed a pair of fingers up his asshole.
Abbott's prick responded with a lurch. It was a hard-on again, an erotic muscle flexed to the ultimate.
"I knew you'd get my cock up, but I didn't think you'd do it so fast," Abbott said.
Debbie couldn't speak with a mouthful of dick. Her lips slid up and down the shaft of Abbott's boner while her tongue tickled his cock-head. At the same time her fingers remained in his asshole, rhythmically stabbing.
If anything, the detective's prick was even stiffer than before. Excited by her flawless cock sucking, Abbott had the urge to fuck Debbie in the mouth again. But she wouldn't let him take over. This was her blow-job. She was in charge.
"Okay, baby . . . have it your way," Abbott puffed. "What man in his right mind's gonna argue with you? Suck it, suck my prick, suck it your way."
Debbie did just that. She was playing a four-part symphony on Abbott's cock with her lips, tongue, teeth and gums.
Before long, Debbie varied the blow-job to include more than just Abbott's cock. She released that turgid, organ to take both of the detective's balls in her mouth and suck them until spit drooled down her chin.
Debbie had miscalculated. She had intended to resume eating Abbott's cock before he came, but his hard-on erupted ahead of schedule. The results were sloppy.
"Can't hold it in!" the detective blurted as his cock started squirting.
The first blast of cum splashed into Debbie's hair. Swiftly adjusting to the situation, Debbie released her mouth from Abbott's churning balls and took his spewing hard-on in hand, manipulating it so she could take its jizz all over.
First she let her face be coated with cockcream. Then she lowered the gushing cock-head toward her tits, shaking her jugs and criss-crossing them with silvery streams of hot jism.
When Abbott's prick slowed to a trickle, Debbie pushed the oozing cock-head against one nipple, then the other, and turned the erect buds of tit-flesh from pink to white.
"What a woman," Abbott sighed as the slit of his cock-head was penetrated by the tip of a spiked nipple.
"I try," Debbie answered.
"That's just the half of it, baby. The main thing you do is produce," the detective said. "If I solved my cases the way you got my cock up that last time, I'd have a whole chain of agencies."
"If you had a chain of agencies," Debbie chuckled, "then you might not be there to give me your, uh, personal attention when I walked in with my sad tale. "I'll take it this way, thanks."
"Yeah, guess you're right," Abbott grinned. "So now that I've fucked you, what else can I do for you? No charge. Seems to me I owe you a favor."
"Well ..."
"Put your clothes back on before you give me the details, Doll," Abbott laughed, stooping down for his own pants. "Something tells me that's the only way we're going to get anything done except more fucking."
"Check," Debbie laughed too, admiring the detective's clear understanding. She was sure she had come to the right place, in more ways than one.
Chapter Seven
With Lew Abbott on the job checking out Frank, Debbie found herself nervously waiting for news. She stayed home the first couple of days, but the lack of anything to keep her busy kept her on edge. The second evening Frank called and said he'd have to work late. Deciding she couldn't take the empty house anymore, Debbie decided to kill time by going to a movie.
She checked the paper to see what was playing and came across the story of another rape in the area. It was the third victim in five nights. The police had dubbed the attacker the Ridgecrest Rapist and expected him to keep striking until they captured him. The captain in charge of the case advised area women to stay indoors after dark until further notice.
Debbie read the article with interest. However, the last thing that threatened her at the moment was the possibility of being raped. She had her husband and Lew Abbott on her mind, and like most people was absorbed in her own personal problems. Right now, the police captain's warning had no impact on her. She had to get out.
To work off some of her nervous energy, Debbie decided to walk to the theatre. The walk was uneventful, and the Ridgecrest Rapist had disappeared from her mind. However, she thought of the rapist again once she was inside the theatre and her eyes had adjusted to the darkness. The theatre was empty. The rapist was obviously the reason because the picture playing was- the box office hit of the season.
With a box of buttered popcorn, Debbie slumped down in her seat and started watching the movie in what she thought was isolation. It was an outer space epic, reasonably gripping, and Debbie found herself involved. Involved to the extent that she did not know she had company. With an entire empty theatre to choose from, somebody was sitting just down the row from her.
Suddenly somebody was moving toward her. She considered moving, but stayed. Her curiosity was aroused. Pretending to still be watching the movie, she glanced out of the corner of her eye at the figure in the darkness as it neared her.
Then the intruder's stealthy journey was ended. He was sitting next to Debbie. Just a kid, maybe seventeen, sitting straight up with his eyes focused on the screen as if there were nothing unusual at all about his closing in on the lone woman in the theatre.
Debbie and the kid not only didn't speak, it was as though they were playing some sort of game in which the winner would be the last to acknowledge the other's presence. Each of them waited for the other to make the first move.
Then Debbie heard a metallic sound, followed by a rustling. She peeked, focusing in the darkness. Her breath stopped when she saw what was going on.
He had unzipped his fly. His cock was out of his pants. It was long and hard--a ten-inch prick, Debbie estimated to herself.
The kid coughed, then cleared his throat.- Debbie pretended she didn't hear.
"Pssst, look over here, lady," he finally spoke in a hoarse whisper. "I've got something for you."
Now Debbie turned completely toward the boy. His cock jutted straight up from his lap, visibly throbbing with excitement even in the darkness of the theatre.
"I suppose this is your idea of how to pick somebody up," Debbie calmly drawled.
The kid was nervous, but did not back off from his outrageous game.
"Go ahead, touch it," he whispered, angling his stiff dick in Debbie's direction. "You know you want to."
"You'd probably faint if I did, punk," Debbie mocked.
"Just try me, bitch," the kid persisted.
Debbie could not resist calling his bluff. But she didn't just touch the boy's cock. Without warning, her hand shot out and grabbed the rigid dick around its shaft, squeezing as hard as she could.
The boy gasped with surprise and his breathing became labored as Debbie rhythmically began beating his pulsing meat.
"What's the matter, tiger?" Debbie whispered.
"Getting more than you bargained for?"
"I-I was just joking around," the kid admitted with a stammer. "Did it on a dare. My friends and I were driving around, smoking pot. Got a little stoned and one thing led to another. Never meant it to go this far . . . I-I didn't mean anything serious. I was just trying to shake you up a little."
"Looks like the shoe's on the other foot," Debbie chuckled, steadily jacking the kid off. "What's the matter, punk, don't you know what to do when a woman really wants it?"
"Just let go of my dick," the kid muttered with embarrassment. "I'll leave you alone. You'll never know I was here. I'm really sorry I bothered you. I had no business ..."
"Oh, no, stud," Debbie cut him off. "I'm beginning to like this big prick of yours. It's got real possibilities."
"Jeez, if you don't quit jerking me off, I'll come all over my new pants," the kid said, his voice cracking with anxiety.
"It doesn't have to be that way, I guess," Debbie answered, removing her hand from the boy's hard-on. He sighed with relief while she paused.
"Th-thanks," he stuttered, misunderstanding Debbie's intent.
"You can always come in my mouth," Debbie resumed speaking, ignoring the boy's gratitude, stunning him with her directness. "I guarantee you that not a drop of cum will get on your pants if I suck your dick."
"This is crazy!" the boy blurted.
"You started it, stud, now I plan to finish it," Debbie purred.
Then before the boy could react, she was out of her seat, on her knees before him. Her mouth closed over the fat head of the teenage cock and quickly slurped down the thick shaft. The boy squirmed as the lady in the dark deep-throated every inch of his swollen dick.
"Ooooh, shit, this is unbelievable," the boy groaned while Debbie went down on him. His hips were rolling in response to her cocksucking. He was uncontrollably fucking her in the mouth.
As she took the teenager's hard-on in her cuntlike mouth, Debbie dug into his open fly and drew out his nuts. They were smooth and churning. Debbie fondled them, priming their cum-supply.
"You keep this up, and I'm gonna come right in your mouth," the boy gulped. "Won't be able to help it. Won't be my fault the way you're sucking me.
Debbie responded by increasing her suction. The teenage cock lurched in the channel of her throat, seeming to expand an extra inch. Debbie felt like a fisherman with a record catch. Her head was bobbing. Her mouth was sucking. Her lips traveled back and forth along the kid's long cock between its knob and its root.
"Can't hold it," the boy gasped. "Gonna come."
Debbie deep-throated him one last time, just as his straining prick erupted with a rush of jism. As the hot cum poured into her belly, Debbie got as high as if she were guzzling straight alcohol. She swigged it all down, getting giddier with every drop.
Now, when the boy's cock was drained, Debbie ended the mouth-fuck, and rose up between her quarry's spread thighs. She kissed him on his lips, rearing him to several inches of tongue and the sweet taste of his own cum.
By the time the kiss was broken, Debbie had crawled up on top of the astonished boy, her ass braced on his knees. Her dress was bunched around her waist and her panties were showing. She seized one of the boy's hands and pressed it against the hot space of her crotch.
"Take my panties off," Debbie whispered in the boy's ear. "Just tear them away."
By now the boy was totally under Debbie's spell. His fingers engulfed the bottom-panel of her panties, his knuckles rubbing against her bare pussy as he ripped.
The flimsy panties dissolved like soggy tissue. Automatically the boy's fingers dug into the damp gash of Debbie's cunt. Debbie shifted her ass, adjusting her twat to suck the teenage fingers inside her slit.
"Mmmm, that's it, fingerfuck my hot pussy," Debbie moaned. "Feels so good. Now it's my turn to come."
And she did. Her pussy was even more primed for orgasm than she had anticipated, and she whimpered with surprise.
"Fine and dandy," Debbie swooned, bearing down on the fingers in her cunt. She wiggled her ass, gripping the armrests to keep from toppling to the floor.
In the background, the movie had reached a fever pitch also. A battle was taking place, with explosions and crashes and a climaxing Debbie interpreted the bombast as her own.
Finally both the movie and Debbie had calmed down. But as she removed the boy's sticky fingers from her cunt, Debbie was already thinking ahead to an even greater excitement.
"Let's fuck!" she exclaimed. "Put your cock in my pussy, stud. We can do it sitting right here, just like this. Your big dick'U drive straight up my cunt. We'll feel every inch of each other the whole way."
The boy's prick had been forced down between his thighs by Debbie's weight. Now it surged up into the split of her ass, throbbing.
"Yes, yes, put it in," Debbie breathlessly urged. "Shaft my cunt with your big, strong cock."
Debbie raised her crotch, hoisting herself onto the armrests of the seat. With additional maneuvering space, the boy's hard-on sprang to ramrod attention, its tip grazing Debbie's pussy lips.
Now Debbie eased back down on the boy's standing prick. His cock surged up her fuck-hole with a squish. The kid's hard-on in her twat, Debbie wriggled her ass. They were balling in a theatre seat.
"Mmmm, your cock's just right in my pussy,"
Debbie murmured. Her hips gyrated, twisting her cunt on the boy's shafting dick to maximize the friction.
"I've never done anything like this before," the boy gasped, as the fucking progressed.
"You mean you're cherry?" Debbie chuckled.
"No, I've fucked before. But just girls my own age. Never a real woman like you," the boy revealed. "And never anything . . . anyplace this far-out. Man, I feel like some kinda sex-freak."
"Lucky boy," Debbie crooned. "Or, should I say, lucky stud. Seems to me you're growing up real fast today."
"Yeah, come to think of it, my friends would buy tickets if I was to tell 'em about this."
"You mean you're going to keep this a secret?" Debbie asked.
"It wouldn't be cool to you to tell."
"Sweet . . . but dumb," Debbie sighed, grinding down with her cunt on the boy's prick and cinching her pussy walls. "Don't you want a reputation as a cocksman? Christ, you deserve it. Those cute little cheerleaders should be waiting in line to pull down their tights for you."
"I don't know if I could get it up for one of those girls at school again," the kid said with boyish sincerity. "After fucking a real woman like you, it just might not be a turn-on anymore."
"Don't worry, tiger, you're young enough to get it up for anybody with a cunt between her legs," Debbie laughed, affectionately mussing the kid's bair while his cock throbbed in her fuck-hole.
"You feel free to go ahead and tell anyone you want about me and you, kiddo. I'd be proud to be part of the high school grapevine."
"Since you put it that way, I'll write it on the walls," the kid joked, a sudden, easy confidence to his tone.
"Now that we've got that squared away," Debbie said, "let's stop talking and really get down to business with some serious fucking. I can hardly wait for your hot cum to shoot into my cunt.
"There'll be a lot of jizz," the boy promised. "I've already had to hold back from coming two or three times since we started balling. My cock'll be like a geyser when it blows in your pussy."
"Which won't take long, if I have anything to do with it," Debbie cooed, grinding her hips. "And, fortunately, I have everything to do with it."
Words quickly blurred into murmurs and groans as the lovers stepped up their fucking. As Debbie's cunt clamped down on his hard-on, the boy's crotch surged in reply. The friction was as hot as it could get within Debbie's cock-filled twat.
"Come in me, you big-cocked bastard," she rasped. "My thirsty cunt can't wait anymore on your hot cum. Give it to me now!"
She reached down to the union of cock and pussy, found the kid's balls, and squeezed them hard.
"Come, you bastard!" she repeated, her pleading voice echoing.
"This is it!" the boy exclaimed.
His cock jumped in Debbie's cunt. Then it was spurting. The jism scalded as it gushed within Debbie's fuck-hole.
"Nnnngghh, hotter than I expected . . . and more," Debbie reacted with a lusty growl.
The kid's prick kept spewing cum long after it should have dried up. He was jamming his dick up tighter in Debbie's cunt with every squirt of jism.
When the cum finally slowed to a trickle, the kid kept his cock stuffed to the hilt as though he were ready to keep right-on fucking.
"Mmmm, your dick's still rock-solid, stud," Debbie responded with a fresh rush of arousal. "Bet you could ball me all over again, even better than the first time."
"I'll do my damn best," the kid grunted. "Put your legs up over the back of the seat. This time I want to do most of the work."
"Groovy," Debbie girlishly giggled, and started positioning her body to meet her lover's request.
Grabbing the cheeks of Debbie's ass, the kid took over the fucking, reveling in his dominance, grinding his hard-on into Debbie's twat.
"Oh shit, you stud," Debbie babbled with joy. "Your cock's even better in my cunt this time around. Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!"
"Fucking you as hard as I can!" the cock-thrusting boy hoarsely panted.
"It'll do," Debbie whimpered with a piercing climax. "It's good . . . good . . . good! What a big, strong cock you've got!"
"What a tight, wet cunt you've got!"
"We're the perfect team. The perfect fuck,"
Debbie swooned. "It can't get better!"
She was thrashing around as much as she could in her contorted position, swiveling on the stick that was her adolescent lover's steel hard-on. She thought about falling, and at the same time realized too late that she had not been careful enough.
Out of control, Debbie lost all semblance of balance. She started to slip, then, developing momentum, descended in a rush, the teenage cock withdrawing from her twat on her way down.
She thumped to the floor, jackknifed at the waist with her legs sticking straight up in the air, her asscheeks spreading against the chilly cement.
The kid was rattled by the sudden shift in events. But in spite of her rude tumble, Debbie's wits were still quick enough to keep the thread of the action going, even if her cunt no longer had a cock in it.
"Jack-off the rest of the way, stud," Debbie called from the floor. "Come all over me."
The kid aimed his hard-on between Debbie's spread thighs and beat his meat. He didn't have long to stroke. After fucking Debbie's tight pussy, his cock was ready to blow without further encouragement.
"Gonna shoot," the boy gasped, his pumping fist a blur around his straining prick.
"Splash it all over my cunt," Debbie urged. "Make my pussy as wet outside as it is inside."
"All right!" the boy blurted.
A jet-stream of sizzling jizz splattered dead-center on Debbie's crotch. Immediately Debbie began smearing the cream around, lubricating her pussy hps and clit, then spreading the teenage cum onto her thighs.
By the time the kid's prick had stopped spewing its sticky juice, Debbie had rubbed the jism all the way up to her belly and all the way down to her asshole.
"Love it, love it, love it," she chanted in a sensual moan. "Can't get enough cum. God, I'd like to drown in the stuff. A vat of thick, gooey jizz."
"Shit, I could do it to you all over again," the kid eagerly panted. "Look, my cock's still stiff."
Debbie looked up at the wondrous tool. Yes, she noted with excitement, its hardness remained, even as a blob of jizz dangled from its tip from just having come. There was no waiting on a teenage cock when a woman had the hots, no matter how much she and her youthful lover had already fucked. Everything they said about the erotic stamina of young boys was more than true.
"Get down here on the floor with me, stud," Debbie beckoned. "I'll get up on my knees. You can fuck me in the ass."
The kid was all for that. As he left his seat he rold Debbie he had never butt-fucked before, and was as horny for it as anything he could think of.
By the time the kid was lined up behind her, Debbie was kneeling with her asscheeks spread apart. Her asshole throbbed, aching for a big cock "p its tight channel.
The head of the kid's prick made contact with
Debbie's asshole and she urged, "Don't waste time, stick it in. Ram your cock up my ass. Butt-fuck me to your balls."
The kid shoved. The knob of his dick popped inside and Debbie moaned for more.
Another shove. Half the shaft of the teenage hard-on entered Debbie's tight shitpit. To her delight, Debbie started to experience the ripping pain that goes with a butt-fuck.
"All the way. Fuck my ass with your whole cock," Debbie called back. "Hurt me. Hurt me good."
"Gonna tear you up," the boy hissed, enjoying the cruelty of his promise. "Your ass'll be bleeding by the time I'm through fucking it."
He grabbed Debbie's tits and drew himself forward. His cock vanished in Debbie's deep shithole.
"Murder! You're killing me!" Debbie recklessly-cried when the kid's cock was buried in her ass. "God, is there anything that feels better?"
Debbie and her teenage lover were headed for dual orgasms which threatened to surpass all the previous climaxes they had shared.
But they never got there.
From out of the darkness, a flashlight's beam suddenly scanned the empty theatre seats. Before the butt-fuckers could react to the intrusion, the beam had found them on the floor.
"Jesus Christ!" an astonished usher blurted up toward the lobby to his fellow employees when his flashlight captured the theatre's two paying customers getting it on. "I don't believe it. There's a guy screwing some chick in the ass down here. That's where all those funny noises were coming from."
"Goddamn freaks!" someone angrily shouted back, probably the manager. "I'll call the cops."
Debbie and her teenage lover jerked apart while there was still time to get away. Scurrying in opposite directions along the row of seats, they each headed for .an exit, the boy throwing a body block on the usher to clear the way for himself.
As for herself, Debbie escaped without any obstacles. As she let herself out the fire door, she sucked in the night air, bracing herself against the wall. When she had caught her breath she started walking, wishing she could run into the kid and start fucking all over again. But she accepted that he was lost to her when she heard a car start and roar away on the other side of the building.
"No matter," Debbie sighed, quickly getting over any disappointment. "I got a lot more than I bargained for. Can't kick."
She walked away from the theatre with no regrets.
"Movies are better than ever," she chuckled at the film industry's slogan as she drifted into the night. "Especially with an X-rated audience."
Chapter Eight
Debbie walked from the theatre enjoying the night. The streets were deserted because of the rape scare in the area, but Debbie didn't mind being alone after dark. It made her feel special, almost as if she were exploring some uncharted territory.
Not ready to go home yet, she swung past the park. She decided to cut across it, forgetting about the warnings the police were always issuing about unescorted females braving the expanse of unlighted public land.
The park had a reputation as a haven for teenage lovers, but there were no cars parked there on this night, the rape alert having aroused caution in almost everyone but Debbie. She strolled along a grassy path, getting farther and farther away from the lights of the business district.
"What's that?" Debbie suddenly stopped and whispered to herself as twigs snapped nearby.
She just had time to realize that she was not alone in the park and step behind a tree when someone came bursting through the brush. The person was gasping for breath, apparently trying to run, but slowed down by vines and foliage.
It was a young woman, Debbie saw from her hiding place. A young woman with her clothes torn and scratches disfiguring her high-boned face. She looked as though the only thing preventing her immediate collapse was stark fear.
Debbie had the humanitarian urge to reveal her presence and come to the frightened girl's assistance. But even stronger was her curiosity. So Debbie remained hidden, waiting to see what was going on.
The fleeing girl tripped and pitched forward, sprawling face-down on the ground, sobbing. Her skirt had settled around her hips, not nearly low enough to cover her shapely ass. The girl was wearing panties, but only part of a pair--the bottom portion had been ripped away, exposing her pussy.
Then, suddenly, noise came from the same direction that had yielded the frightened girl. But it was much rougher sounding--masculine sounding. The determined sound of a man in pursuit.
"Someone's chasing her," Debbie whispered to herself as she watched and listened.
The muscular figure of a black-clad male thrashed through a thicket. His face was a hideous blur, at first glance appearing scarred. Then Debbie realized that he had a nylon stocking pulled over his head.
All of a sudden Debbie knew exactly what was going on.
"The Ridgecrest Rapist," she muttered to herself.
She made no attempt to show herself. However, fear was not the reason for her reluctance. Instead H was a voyeur's instinct that rooted Debbie where she was. She quite simply wanted to watch a rape in progress.
As Debbie looked on with interest, the pursuer caught up with his victim. He was a rough one. Grabbing the girl's long blonde hair, he jerked her up from the grass and snapped her around so she was forcibly kneeling before him.
"Now let's pick up where we left off--before you took it in your pretty little head you could get away from me," the rapist snarled, his voice distorted by the stocking over his mouth.
"No, no . . . please don't make me do it," the girl pleaded.
Her face was slapped. Once--twice.
"Suck my cock!" the attacker commanded. "If you want to live, you don't have any other choice. You do want to live, don't your bitch?"
"Y-yes," the victim stammered through her desperate tears. "I've got a husband and a baby at home."
"If you ever want to see them again, then you'd better get busy sucking my prick," the rapist sadistically laughed, thrusting his bulging crotch toward the girl's face.
"Okay . . . all right," the girl gave in, "I'll do what you say."
"Tell me out loud!" the rapist demanded. "I want to hear you say it!"
"Yes," the girl whimpered, "I'll suck . . . suck your c-cock."
"That's better. Now do it, bitch."
With trembling fingers, the fear-struck girl clumsily unzipped her assailant's fly.
"Dig it out," rapist growled. "Pull out my cock so you can stick it in your mouth."
The girl reached inside her attacker's pants, cringing when she first touched his prick, and looking away as she pulled the throbbing column of meat out onto the open.
"You're not going to get any sucking done that way, bitch," the rapist sneered, twisting his victim's face back toward his hard-on.
"I-I can't do this," the girl wept. "I thought I could . . . b-but I can't."
"Then you die," the rapist laid it on the line. "My hands are strong. Just wait until you feel them around your throat--squeezing. When there's no more air, you'll feel like your lungs are gong to burst. But before they do, heh, heh, heh, you'll already be dead. Dig it, bitch? Your husband'll be looking for a new wife and your baby will grow up with a stepmother. You'll just be a fading snapshot in some crummy family album."
"You bastard!" the girl shrieked with a sudden burst of reckless protest. "How can a person like you exist? How did you get this way?"
She had unwittingly played right into her assailant's plans. Gasping with uncontrollable outrage, her open mouth was the perfect target for the rapist's big cock. He shoved it right in, his distorted voice crackling with obscene laughter.
"Eat it, baby, eat it," he commanded. "Every inch. All the way to my balls."
The victim had no choice. She was forced to swallow her attacker's hard-on to its root. She could do nothing else. He was fucking her in the mouth now.
As she looked on from behind the safety of her tree, Debbie became aroused. She had never watched two other people have sex before. It was a new kind of turn-on for her, and Debbie was the kind of woman who could not resist anything, no matter how bizarre, that made her horny.
"Fuck her, fuck her in the mouth with your big cock," Debbie mentally spurred the rapist on, her lips silently mouthing the encouragement. "Down deep, she wants it. She has to, if she's a woman."
As if he had actually heard Debbie, the rapist snarled at his victim, "You're not fooling me, bitch. You dig sucking my cock. It's nice and warm and big and salty. Perfect for your mouth. Already you're thinking about my cum. What'U it taste like? How hot will it be? Will you be able to swallow it all?"
"Oh, yes, stud," Debbie whispered under her breath, halfway fantasizing that she was actually speaking to the rapist. "Make her like it."
Now the rapist rocked forward, surging forward so that his cock sucking victim was crushed to the ground. Now he was driving his dick straight down into her throat, using her mouth like a pussy--not just fucking it but actually raping it.
The victim writhed from the oral onslaught, her body twisting on the ground, her legs thrashing. Debbie caught a glimpse of her cunt when a shaft of moonlight hit the girl's uncovered crotch. The victim was a natural blonde, the hair on her pussy as yellow as that on her head. It was a beautiful twat.
In the meantime Debbie's own cunt had been completely activated by the excitement. Long past merely damp, it was sopping with pussy juice. And constantly spasming. No one had laid a finger on Debbie but she was as turned-on as she had ever been in her life.
Now, back at the source of the action, the rapist was getting brutally serious about fucking his victim's mouth. It was apparent he was on the verge of coming, as his ass bobbed in the air and his crotch repeatedly bucked.
"Gonna shoot my hot jizz down your throat, bitch," the attacker made it official. "And you'd better swallow every goddamn drop of cum if you know what's good for you. I like my women thirsty."
Then with a savage thrust, he stuffed his cock one final time down his victim's throat and let go.
"Mmmmm, he's coming in her mouth now," Debbie observed to herself as she intently listened. "Wonder what'll happen to her if she doesn't suck it all down."
That was one question to which Debbie wouldn't get an answer. For the rapist wasn't about to let a drop of his jizz escape from his victim's mouth. His prick was a battering ram, forcing its fluid down the girl's throat.
The rapist's victim had no alternative but to gulp down her attacker's jism. She gagged. She snorted.
But under the circumstances, the cum had nowhere to go but straight to her belly. The girl could not avoid drinking every bit of her tormentor's cum.
"Okay, bitch, you had your fill," the rapist mumbled in that stocking-muffled voice of his. "Time to move on. See what else you can do for my cock."
He yanked his prick from the girl's mouth. Although its head dripped with the cum it had just spent, the rapist's cock remained rock-hard.
"Better get those damn clothes off you first," the rapist said. "Check out your body. See what you've really got to offer a man."
Grabbing fistfuls of his victim's tattered apparel, the attacker ripped away her clothing and she was naked. Her small but perfect tits were covered with goose pimples. Down below, at the golden triangle of her cunt, her yellow pussy hairs bristled.
"She's beautiful," Debbie murmured from behind her tree, ogling the naked girl. "So beautiful she almost deserves to be raped."
The actual rapist could not have agreed more. He rubbed his hot hands all over his victim's slim but shapely body, wheezing hoarsely. His cock twitched, obviously ready to get back into action.
"I like you, Baby, I really do," the rapist rasped. "I wouldn't be doing this to you unless I knew that I was really doing you a favor."
The girl's face screwed up with a repulsion she could not control. Angry words were going to spew out in a careless burst. She would be asking for it.
"You pig!" she literally spat in the face of her hated foe. "I wouldn't think of making it with you if you had the last cock on earth!"
"Uh-ho, you shouldn't have said that," the rapist chuckled. "Not that I'm sorry you did. Because it gives me a chance to punish you."
"Go ahead, I can't stop you!" the girl screamed. "Get your kicks any way you can, you stinking pervert!"
"Oh, I will, I will. That's my style, bitch."
"Hit her, hit her," Debbie whispered with anticipation as she spied. "Teach her a lesson."
The rapist lashed out with a vengeance. A storm of ringing slaps turned his victim's face into a network of red welts.
Debbie dug the cruelty. Watching a man brutalize a woman turned her on as much as anything she had ever witnessed. And if she had intended to calm herself down by fingering her twat, she had miscalculated. Quickly she was finger fucking her cunt, and the pussy juice was leaking down the insides of her thighs.
In the meantime, the rapist was zeroing in on the main order of business. Grabbing the girl's knees, he pried her legs apart until her thighs were stretched taut. Her blonde cunt was wide-open now.
"Gonna give it to you now, bitch. Exactly what you've been waiting for," the rapist hissed. "My big cock straight up your pussy. You know you want it, so why don't you just beg me for it?"
The girl cringed at the suggestion she should plead for her own-rape. But if she didn't go along .'. .
"I'll beat you black and blue," the rapist threatened, then promised: "And believe me, I'll enjoy it, bitch, almost as much as I'll enjoy it when I finally get around to fucking you anyway. What's it gonna be, cunt?"
"Okay . . . you win," the girl gulped. "Please don't hit me again."
"Then start begging. Tell me how bad you want my big cock in your tight cunt, blondie."
The girl looked like she was going to vomit. Yet somehow she got the words out.
"P-please fuck me," she stammered. "I-I want you to fuck me."
"Louder! Stronger!" the rapist demanded.
Then the girl was crying again. But through her sobs her voice was louder, clearer.
"Fuck me," she said. "Stick your cock in my cunt and fuck me."
"More, bitch!"
"Oh, GOD, FUCK ME!" the girl surprised even her tormentor as she screamed at the top of her lungs. Then she cracked, hysterically chanting, "FUCK ME, FUCK ME, FUCK ME!"
"Ahhh, that's better. Good girl," the rapist gave his approval. "You're catching on. Now, finger your cunt--peel back those sweet, pink pussy lips and invite my cock inside."
The girl did it. Touching her pussy as if it were an alien object, she spread its fleshy rims apart.
"Oh, baby, are you gonna get fucked," Debbie said under her breath in her hiding place. "That big dick'U ram in your tight, little pussy so hard you won't be able to sit down for a week. Lucky, lucky girl. Just relax and enjoy it."
The rapist guided the knob of his prick into the gap of his victim's flared pussy lips. With a single thrust his cock disappeared into his victim's cunt.
"Oooooh!" the girl moaned as her twat was forcibly stuffed with stiff, thick dick.
The rapist began mauling the girl's tits. Down below his hips were rocking, whamming his cock into his victim's captured pussy. So violent was the action that the victim could not remain still. Swept up in erotic fury, her trim ass squirmed and her legs rose up, instinctively clutching the man on top of her around his waist.
"That's it, fuck him back," the eavesdropping Debbie silently urged the writhing rape victim. "Let him know you can fuck back as good as he can give and you'll come out of this smelling like a rose."
Meanwhile, to keep her loins buzzing with the warm tingle to which she was addicted, Debbie continued to finger fuck her own cunt. Her probes were deep and clawing. Most stimulating of all was the fat part of her thumb pressing against her agitated clit. Debbie came, and had to sink her teeth into the bark of the tree to stifle a sensual outcry that would have tipped off her presence. She kept fingering her cunt, though, and continued to watch the rape in progress. She couldn't have been much hotter had she been the one actually getting fucked.
"Your pussy's as tight as any I've ever balled," the rapist told his victim. "Your husband ever tell you that, or is his cock so puny he doesn't notice the difference?"
"Leave him out of this," the victim whimpered.
But the rapist persisted. "What about the night you and your husband made that baby of yours you were telling me about? Did he tell you that night how tight your pussy was? How big his cock felt in your cunt?"
"Please don't go on with this," the girl whined. "What difference does it make about my husband and me? You're the one who's fucking me now. Isn't that enough for you?"
For once the rapist gave in, sighing, "You got a point, baby. And now that you've made it, let's can the chatter. If you keep talking, you won't be able to concentrate on coming."
He laughed with sadistic confidence.
"And you better believe that you're gonna come, cunt. I'll see to that."
"Let yourself go, honey," Debbie breathed her encouragement from behind the tree. "There's nothing for you to lose. Go ahead and come. It'll feel so good."
The rapist drove increased the brutality of his fucking. He seized his victim's asscheeks, slamming her crotch against his as he lifted her butt off the ground.
"Come! Come, you bitch!" the rapist barked.
He got to his feet, drawing his victim's legs up as his cock continued to savage her cunt. He pulled the girl along the grass as he balled her. Her arms were flopping behind her, her long blonde hair spread out in her wake. She grimaced with every cock-thrust.
"Give it to her--fuck her as hard as you can," Debbie whispered while she looked on. "Make her come. She can't fight it for long--she's a woman."
"I can't come!" the victim wailed.
"You have to!" the rapist snapped, stabbing his hard-on to the core of his victim's fuck-hole.
"No!"
"Yes!"
"N-no . . .no." The girl's voice was getting weaker.
"YES! COME!"
The girl started to refuse again. But something profound occurred before she could speak. A gust of breath turned into a long, throaty sigh, and all of a sudden she was moaning.
"Let it all hang out, baby," the rapist responded. "Just let it happen. Come! Come!"
"Can't help myself," the girl choked, talking to herself more than to her cock-thrusting attacker. "Can't hold it in. Got to let go. Oooooh, God forgive me."
And then, uncontrollably, she climaxed. Suddenly it was as though there were glowing coals in her eye sockets and the devil had control of her tongue.
"Sweet fucking Jesus!" the girl howled, her voice completely different as orgasm captured her. "Coming so much! Never come this much before!
My cunt is on fire!"
"And you dig it. God, how you dig it more than anything else," the rapist poured it on. "Tell me about it, bitch!"
"Don't stop fucking me!" the girl screamed, totally hysterical. "Jam your big cock in my cunt! Don't make it stop happening!"
"Mmm, she's in the groove," Debbie murmured from afar. "She'll never be able to look at her husband the same way after this."
"It's never happened like this for me before," the girl groaned, thrashing her hips to maximize the movement of the rapist's driving cock in her cunt. "Can't get enough. Ooooh, fuck me with your big, strong prick!"
"Ahhh, greedy, just the way I like my women," the rapist snorted. "Seems to me, baby, you've passed the test. Guess you've earned a reward."
"Anything you want to do to me!" the girl screamed.
"My cock's ready to blow," the rapist announced. "Gonna come in your cunt. Ready for my jizz, baby?"
"Shoot it into me!" the girl screamed, no longer a victim but a slave of fucking. "Fill my pussy with your hot cum! I want it so bad! Need it!"
"Then you got it!" the rapist cried. "My cum in your cunt!"
Their crotches pushed against one another as the rapist's cock screwed its every inch into the girl's fuck-hole.
"Aaaah, here it comes," the rapist groaned. As his cock spurted in her cunt, the girl's hand came up between his legs and stroked his churning nuts, coaxing an extra amount of jizz from them.
"More! More cum!" the girl squealed as her twat was swamped with spurting male cream. She was kneading the rapist's balls, desperate for all the jism she could get in her thirsty pussy.
"Shit, you're a horny one all right--knew it all along," the rapist puffed as his prick discharged. "When it comes down to it, you can't get enough,"
"I'm just a woman!" the girl shouted, continuing her multiple climaxes.
"And I'm a man," the rapist answered. "Maybe you can come forever, but I've shot my wad."
"No more fucking?" the girl asked, her voice etched with disappointment.
"One fuck to a customer," the rapist bumpily laughed, his breathing still heavy after his violent orgasm. "Got to spread the joy around. There's a whole city full of women like you out there waiting for this to happen to them."
"No, no, don't leave," the girl pleaded. "Fuck me again! You can do it in my ass!"
She pulled away from the rapist, taking his drained cock out of her cunt so she could position her ass for a butt-fuck. She slumped to the grass, rolled over and rose onto her knees, spreading the pink globes of her rump, flashing her asshole.
She begged, "Stick your big cock up my ass! Give me your dick where it hurts the most!"
Maybe the rapist would have cooperated. His prick certainly remained stiff enough for a deep butt-fuck. But he was suddenly distracted.
A police siren started from the east, then peaked as a patrol car raced along the street bordering the far perimeter of the park. Probably it was just a cop chasing a speeder, but a rapist who looked forward to practicing his craft could not take that chance. He had to run.
And so he did.
"Got to split," he told the girl with the wide-open ass. Then he was gone, tripping through the underbrush as he hurriedly stuffed his cock back into his pants.
It was all over. The girl slumped to the ground, sobbing Vith recognition at her total degradation. Once again she was a victim, but this time a victim of her own lust.
As for Debbie, the spectator, she drifted away from the scene, embarrassed for the sobbing girl. It was an ending that left nobody satisfied.
Deciding to go home, Debbie left the park. At its edge she saw a man running, and assumed it was the rapist. But she quickly realized it was somebody else. He was short and wiry, wearing a trenchcoat that flapped as he sprinted. A camera flew behind him on its strap and the hat he wore bounced on his head.
On a hunch, Debbie returned to the scene of the rape, circling the clearing where it had happened. The victim was gone. However there was evidence of another presence that stole Debbie's breath away.
At the rape site, opposite from where Debbie had been hiding, there were fresh cigarette butts. Unfiltered Luckies. And discarded tabs from a Polaroid camera.
Somebody else had been watching too, taking pictures. -
"Why? Who?" Debbie muttered as she surveyed the evidence.
Her questions were not what really nagged at her mind, though. It was her sense that they would somehow be answered, and very soon. She had the eerie feeling that she was a lot more involved in the rape she had just witnessed than she had previously suspected.
"No, it's crazy. I'm thinking crazy," she told herself, but was unconvinced.
In the meantime she'd just have to wait until the puzzle revealed its missing pieces. Anxiety had lodged in Debbie's brain like a rising fever. What could she do? Go home . . . sleep . . .
Maybe in the morning she would feel different . . .
Chapter Nine
The ringing of the telephone woke her from her restless sleep. His voice was urgent when she answered, asking how soon she could get down to his office.
"I just got up," Debbie yawned. "What's so important?"
"I cracked the case," he said.
"Already?" Debbie asked, immediately alert. "So quick? What's the deal?"
"Don't want to talk about it over the phone," Lew Abbott replied, his words running together. "Just get over here."
The phone clicked dead. Debbie dropped the receiver into its-cradle and scrambled to dress. Moments ago she had been sound asleep; now she felt like a marathon runner, her body aching and her heart beating wildly as she stumbled toward the finish line of a long, exhausting race.
A short time later she was in the ghostly corridor that led to Abbott's office. Her pulse was still racing--she was ready for anything.
She didn't bother to knock. Abbott was hunched over behind his desk, unshaven face pale, an unlighted cigarette dangling from the corner of his mouth. The ashtray indicated he had been chain-smoking Lucky Strikes for breakfast.
"Jesus, Abbott," Debbie said as she sat down, "you look like death warmed over. What the hell have you found out?"
"It's bad," Abbott coughed, lighting a fresh cigarette with the one he had been smoking.
"I hired you to find out the truth about my husband," Debbie responded. "Whatever Frank's done, I can take it."
"Don't be so sure," Abbott grimly said. "Here, see for yourself."
Abbott opened a drawer and pulled out a folder, tossing it onto the desk. Its contents spilled out--photographs.
Debbie warily reached for them, spreading them out rather than holding them. The impact of what she saw was like somebody kicking her in the stomach.
The photos were all variations of the same thing. A man fucking a woman outdoors. The familiarity of the scene devastated Debbie. For there was nothing in the picture to which Debbie had not already been an eye-witness twelve hours before. But she suddenly knew that her own husband was the Ridgecrest Rapist.
"You know who this is balling the broad?" Abbott said. "You know who this guy is with the stocking over his head?"
"I didn't last night, but I do now," Debbie answered in a hush. "I was there. Just like you, Abbott."
"What?" Abbott gulped, his hat flying off his head he jerked abruptly up in his chair. "What'd you say?"
"I was walking through the park last night," Debbie explained with a nervous rush. "Saw this girl running from something, her clothes all torn. A guy with a stocking over his head caught up with her. Raped her--fucked her in the mouth and cunt. Then, afterward, I saw somebody else running away--another witness besides me. I should have figured out it was you, Abbott. The trenchcoat, the hat, the Lucky Strike butts I found where you'd been standing ... it all fit."
"Shit, you were there all right," Abbott said, shaking his head with wonder. "Did you have any idea that the guy doing the rape was your husband?"
"No, it didn't cross my mind then," Debbie admitted. "Up until you showed me those pictures I thought Frank was just having an affair. The stocking covered his face last night, and muffled his voice. Maybe if I'd suspected something I could have put a few things together, but I didn't."
She paused.
"The tough part's still not over," Abbott said uneasily. "I've got to go to the cops with this stuff."
"But why?" Debbie issued a strangled cry. "If I'd wanted the police in on this, I never would've hired a private detective."
"That won't wash, Baby," Abbott replied. "When you hired me you thought your husband was just fooling around. That's not cop work.
Now it's a whole new ballgame. I've got my license to protect. The Ridgecrest Rapist is the hottest ticket in town. If the law ever found out I was concealing evidence on this case, they'd nail my ass to the wall. Can't risk it."
Debbie was stunned, but her response was even and firm.
"No," she told Abbott. "You aren't going to the police with this."
"Christ, this is no straying-hubby crap," the detective snapped. "Your husband is the goddamn Ridgecrest Rapist! A dangerous psycho. A fucking maniac ..."
"I'll make it worth your while to keep your mouth shut," Debbie cut Abbott off.
"Forget it. You don't have that much money."
"Who said anything about money," Debbie huskily replied as she rose from her chair. "I know you, Abbott. I know what you're a lot more interested in than money."
She was unbuttoning her blouse. Slowly, tantalizingly.
"Ah, hell ... oh, shit . . . Jesus Christ," Abbott gulped as Debbie began to strip. "This is nuts. You don't really think you can buy me off with a fuck, do you?"
"I don't think--I know," Debbie confidently answered, flinging her blouse away to expose her bra-less tits. "I know you like a book, Abbott. A book I've memorized from cover to cover."
"This is business," the detective insisted. "Hell, this is survival."
"But I'm a woman and you're a man, Abbott," Debbie crooned, warming to her task. "Look."
Her skirt fell to the floor. All she was wearing were bikini panties. Her pussy lips bulged, and before Abbott's eyes, Debbie's twat moistened, staining her panties. The exposed halves of her crotch glistened as pussy juice leaked.
"What's that bulge in your pants, stud?" Debbie taunted the detective. "Looks like a hard-on to me."
"Okay, so I'm human," Abbott croaked with frustration. "But I can't let my goddamn cock do my thinking for me."
"Why* not, stud?" Debbie seductively purred, moving around the desk. "It's the best part of you."
Abbott was a lot stronger than Debbie. He could have overpowered her as she approached him. Or even run. But instead he remained still as Debbie calmly unzipped his fly.
"I want you to fuck me," Debbie said, hypnotizing Abbott with her sultry voice.
Her hand entered his open pants and dug. It emerged with the detective's cock in its grip. A rock-solid cock, pulsing with desire, a premature pearl of cum already sparkling at its tip.
Debbie rubbed the head of Abbott's prick against her cunt, moistening it with pussy juice through her panties. With her free hand she unbuckled the detective's belt and removed his pants and shorts.
Now Debbie embraced him. Abbott's hard-on pressed between his belly and hers, while his nuts throbbed against her cunt. Debbie ground her tits against the detective's chest while she sealed Abbott's mouth with a deep, tonguing kiss.
It was clear Abbott knew he should resist, but he couldn't bring himself to do it. Debbie's body was too hot, too willing.
"Shit, I can't say no to you," Abbott confessed when the kiss was broken. "Some other woman, maybe yes. But you . . . God, you make me feel like I'll die if I don't fuck you."
"Nothing to be ashamed of, Abbott," Debbie cooed in the detective's ear. "Life is short and tough. Enjoy yourself while you can. You owe it to yourself. Now take me. Fuck me."
Taking the initiative for the first time, the detective forced Debbie back onto the top of his desk. Reclining on the flat surface, Debbie ripped her panties off and spread her legs. Her pussy was wide-open, drooling with honey.
"Christ, look at that sweet cunt," Abbott moaned, lightly fingering Debbie's clit. "A man could spend his whole life without getting a pussy this sweet to fuck. When I look at your snatch, Baby, I feel like a fuckin' junkie. Just can't get enough."
"Stick your cock inside my cunt, stud. Start fucking me," Debbie urged, stretching her pussy lips even farther apart.
Standing at the edge of the desk, Abbott guided his prick toward Debbie's twat. His dick surged halfway up Debbie's cunt. Another crotch-thrust and his hard-on was embedded in her moist, squeezing fuck-hole.
"Mmmmm, big . . . big cock," Debbie groaned, her butt squirming. "So deep in my cunt. So hard and thick."
She lifted her legs, hooking her knees over Abbott's shoulders. He clutched her asscheeks and fucked her as hard as he could.
"Oooooh, you stud!" Debbie exclaimed. "You're fucking me so good! So goddamn good! Keep it up! Pump your fat cock in my pussy! Make me scream!"
"You horny bitch!" Abbott responded, his prick like a piston in Debbie's twat. "Jesus, I dig you! God, you can fuck!"
Now snorts and gasps temporarily replaced words. Abbott and Debbie were fucking as though the world might end at any moment. Abbott's fingers dug into the crack of Debbie's ass while she squeezed his balls. The air was filled with the aroma of raw sex. The desk on which Debbie writhed rattled from its burden. The sounds and smells of fucking had turned the small office into a steamy chamber of lust.
"I'm coming!" Debbie screamed.
"Me, too . . . in just a second," Abbott rasped. "My cock's gonna shoot more cum than even your cunt can hold. My goddamn jizz'll be running down your legs before my prick's through blowing."
"Don't tell me about it. Do it!" Debbie cried. "Come in my pussy! Drown my cunt! Blast that jizz, stud!" "Hold on!"
Abbott grunted three times. Then his cock erupted. His prick was like a ten-inch volcano, spewing white, creamy lava into Debbie's thirsty, clutching pussy.
"Aaaahhh, it's hot," Debbie moaned as the detective's jizz swamped her fuck-hole. "So thick and sticky."
Debbie's legs still hung over Abbott's shoulders. She was climaxing along with him, matching his spurts of cum with bucking crotch-spasms.
When the detective finished creaming, he pulled his dripping cock from Debbie's twat. But Debbie kept right on coming, grinding her thumb against her clit. Her just-fucked pussy oozed Abbott's jism, spilling it into the split of her ass.
"Jesus, look at you," Abbott sighed while he watched Debbie get off. "You'll just never be able to get enough. I've balled switched-on dames before, but you're in a class by yourself, Baby."
"Mmmmm, shit, I'm flying," Debbie murmured, her ass squirming.
She wasn't just fingering her cunt anymore. She was smearing the leaking jizz all around, especially down into her butt. Her asshole got a thorough greasing with the sticky cum. Abbott didn't know it yet, but Debbie was planning ahead.
She rolled onto her stomach and hung her head over the far edge of the desk. Her butt rose in the air, its globes parted. There, glistening with lubricating cum, was her asshole, round and throbbing..
"Fuck me in the ass," Debbie said matter-of-factly.
Reaching behind, she slid a couple of lingers into her gooey asshole, sloshing them around in the jizz-greased channel.
"See how easy it'll be when you stick your cock inside my ass?" Debbie called back to Abbott. "Your prick'll just slide right in to the hilt. No strain. You can butt-fuck me to your balls without even trying."
"I repeat what I said," Abbott grinned, shaking his head in awe. "You're in a class by yourself, Baby."
"Like my ass, stud?" Debbie coyly mewed.
"Wars have been fought over less," Abbott chuckled, stroking his prick.
"How hard is your cock, private eye?" Debbie asked.
"Try granite," Abbott proudly stated. "Throbbing granite. Your ass is gonna love taking it."
"Then stick it in. Fuck my ass!"
"With distinct pleasure, Baby."
Abbott guided the knob of his prick to Debbie's asshole. With the tip of his dick centered in the small female opening, the detective hurtled his crotch forward and slid his cock easily up the greasy canal.
"Oooof! That's it ... I'm in all the way," Abbott grunted when his cock was buried. His crotch was flush against Debbie's asscheeks.
"Ahhhh, your cock is so deep in my ass," Debbie groaned. "Deep . . . deep . . . dee-eeep."
Debbie's shithole was so moist that Abbott could fuck it just as though it were her cunt. He could slide his dick in and out and back and forth with the greatest of ease.
"This is going to make me come so much," Debbie swooned. "Just keep moving your big cock in my ass, stud."
"Couldn't stop fucking you with a gun at my head," Abbott panted.
His stiff prick pumped in and out of Debbie's slick asshole, its thrusts ten inches deep. Debbie's bowels gurgled from the repeated impact of the cock-surges. The head of Abbott's prick plunged into the hot mass of her shit, creating inner turmoil.
"Oooooh, fuck my shit," Debbie raunchily rasped;
Then she came. Climaxed like she was hanging on to the tail of a comet. Soaring, really.
"Jesus fucking Christ," she yelped, "this is too much! More! MORE!"
Abbott gave it to her. He was butt-fucking her nonstop. And Debbie kept right on coming.
"I'm getting off twice as much as when you fucked my cunt!" she exclaimed. "Triple it, stud, ram my ass with your huge prick!"
"Gonna come myself," Abbott revealed in a rush.
"Mmmmm, the best thing that can happen," Debbie answered, her voice lowering into a throaty register. "Yes, I love it. All that hot, gooey cum shooting from your big cock into my ass. That'll give me all the action I need for a super-climax."
"Well, here you go, Baby," Abbott puffed, as his cock took a final plunge into the depths of Debbie's ass. "I'm . . . I'm commm-iiinnnnggg! Ahhhhhhh!"
"So hot! Your cum's so hot!" Debbie cried, reacting to the scalding invasion of her ass. "I can feel your jizz mixing with my shit. Jesus, I'm rumbling like a volcano inside. It's fantastic!"
All Abbott could do was gasp in reply. He was breathless with orgasm as his ass-hitched cock finished its creamy spurting.
When his prick was drained, the detective collapsed on top of Debbie. His cock was still in Debbie's ass, but it had turned to flab. Debbie didn't mind--just so long as she had a prick in her butt, she could make do.
She stuffed her fingers into her cunt, reaching up to massage Abbott's tired prick through the thin wall between pussy and ass. The detective's dick stirred.
"Christ," Abbott wheezed, "I don't believe you're real. You actually think you can make me fuck you again."
"Can't I?" Debbie purred.
"I wouldn't bet against it," Abbott sighed.
The detective's body gradually shed its fatigue, following the example of his growing prick. Abbott gripped Debbie's tits, catching the nipples between his fingers and giving them each a pinch.
Squealing from the welcome pain in her tits, Debbie teased Abbott, "Well, look who just rose from the dead." Then she got serious.
"That's it, stud," she practically growled, a bitch in heat. "Get a little rough. Things have been so smooth. Make me suffer. Hurt me!"
The next twist of Debbie's nipples was savage. Abbott obviously enjoyed dishing out the pain--his cock lurched into hardness within Debbie's grateful ass.
"Tear me up! Punish my ass!" Debbie wailed. "I'm going to come again already!"
And so she climaxed once more. And Abbott, who'd apparently been too tired to fuck anymore just moments before, tirelessly jackhammered his revived hard-on up her asshole. When he finally shot his wad, his cum would be hotter, thicker and even more plentiful than before.
When the balling was finally over, Debbie would not have to mention Abbott's earlier threat of going to the police with the evidence that proved Frank was the Ridgecrest Rapist. Her confidence in her powers of persuasion was solid. All she would have to do to keep Abbott in check was to show up in his office every couple of weeks with hot pants.
When she was dressed and ready to leave, Debbie told Abbott, "I'll see you around the first of the month. Be looking for some steam on your window, and it'll be me, stud, hungry for your big cock fucking me in the mouth, cunt and ass."
"Shit, I'll be here. I'm not going anyplace," the detective sighed, grabbing a cigarette. "You can make book on it, Baby."
Before she left Abbott's office, Debbie snatched up the incriminating pictures of Frank without comment and slipped them into her purse. Then she swung out the door, treating Abbott to a final wiggle of her ass.
"Bye-bye, tiger," she trilled over her shoulder, and was gone.
An hour later, after a final look at them, Debbie put a match to the photos of Frank raping his victim in the park. Since they were Polaroids, there were no negatives to worry about.
Now Debbie sat and smoked in her favorite chair, sipping hot, black coffee as she thought. Thought about what she was going to do next. She had complete trust in her command of the situation. It would be a shame, she reasoned, not to take full advantage of her position.
Chapter Ten
The autumn air had toughened, and a chilly wind did its job, stripping dead leaves from trees. The smoggy clouds that had smudged the sky since June were gone and the night glittered with stars.
Disguised in a blonde wig, Debbie didn't mind the cool air as she strolled through the park, even though she wasn't wearing a coat and was lightly dressed. She felt as good as she possibly could, poised for a marvelous experience.
She planned to be raped.
Tonight was the night. Frank had said he was going bowling, then left his ball in the closet. An excited Debbie immediately recognized that her husband was off on another stint as the Ridgecrest Rapist.
She was betting that the park was a spot he regularly cruised. That's why she was there now, drifting along a path, her blouse sheer and her skirt short, with nothing on underneath except the fall weather. Baiting the trap.
Results were on the way.
Debbie heard him before she saw him. His heavy footsteps were tromping through the brush. His approach was arrogant, with no attempt at concealment. Obviously he wanted his victims to be warned so they would panic and start to run. Then the chase would be on.
More than willing to play the game, Debbie theatrically responded to the snapping brush in the distance. She was a frightened deer, looking this way and that with large, wary eyes, her wig effectively transforming her appearance.
More threatening footsteps. Debbie moved faster along the path, her performance flawless.
Then he appeared, framed by the moonlight. Dressed in black again, his face blurred by the stocking over it, he reeked menace as Debbie glanced at him over her shoulder. Her cunt spasmed with anticipation.
This was it. The moment of truth.
"Hey, you!" he called.
Debbie started to run, knowing that's what he really wanted.
"That's right, go ahead and run!" he mocked. "Run, bitch, run!"
He laughed, then started moving forward.
"And I'll be running right after you, bitch!"
His long legs quickly covered distance at a deceptive rate, like a big cat closing in on its prey. Debbie had no chance at escape.
Not, of course, that she wanted one. In fact, she was so eager to be victimized that she purposely shortened the chase by seeing to it that she tripped.
She pitched forward, face-down in a clump of weeds. In the process her short skirt was jostled up, exposing the rounded globes of her bare ass and giving a shadowy glimpse of her pussy.
The Ridgecrest Rapist caught up, not even breathing hard. Debbie sneaked a quick peek and saw the smudged stocking-covered face, knowing that it belonged to her own husband.
"Mmmmmm, no panties," he said irt his masked voice. "Were you expecting something, Baby?"
"I was supposed to meet my boyfriend in the park," Debbie lied, disguising her own voice by speaking into the weeds and keeping her face concealed to avoid recognition. "He'll be along any minute. He knows karate."
"Maybe he'll catch me fucking you," Frank snarled. "And maybe I'll catch him with this, right in the goddamn throat."
He whipped out a long, gleaming knife, putting the blade to Debbie's neck. Debbie's face remained hidden.
"You know who I am, and you know what I'm going to do to you," he hissed.
Debbie decided to be bold, to zig where she was expected to zag.
"I think you're a phony," she dramatically said with her face in the weeds. "I don't think you're man enough to rape me."
"What'd you say, cunt?"
"You heard me," Debbie taunted in her altered voice.
She became even more brazen, lifting her uncovered ass in the air.
"Look at that cunt . . . mmmm, look at that asshole," Debbie murmured, her face still out of Frank's view. "Which one are you going to fuck first, stud?"
She poked a finger up her ass, another in her pussy, making them squish before she removed them and wiped their sticky contents on her inner thighs.
"Or maybe stud is the wrong word," she resumed speaking. "Maybe the big, bad Ridgecrest Rapist is all bark and no bite. A fat reputation to cover up for a puny cock. Could be you're one of those freaks who try and get back at women for your pitiful dork."
"We'll see about that, bitch," Frank responded, biting into his words.
He unzipped his pants, hauling out his cock. Debbie's taunts seemed to have made it bigger than it normally was.
The cock-head smashed against Debbie's asshole. With some twisting, the tip screwed inside. Then, a crotch-thrust, and the entire knob of the prick engorged Debbie's tightest orifice.
"Good start. But let's have the rest of it," Debbie reacted. "Then I'll tell you if I was wrong about your prick."
Frank shoved. Half his dick barged up Debbie's ass.
"Only feel about five or six inches," she taunted. "Is that the best the great Ridgecrest Rapist can do?"
"You'll find out, bitch," Frank seethed.
He grabbed Debbie's asscheeks and bucked his crotch. The rest of his prick whammed into Debbie's tight hole. There was no resistance because Frank's cock-surge was too savage to put up with any.
"How do you like my prick in your ass now, bitch?" Frank asked. "Deep enough for you? Still think I'm a phony?"
"Mmmmmm, you're killing me and I love it. You're the real goods all right," Debbie moaned with pleasure. "Now move it. Move your cock in my ass. In and out . . . back and forth. Butt-fuck me out of this world with your big, strong dick."
"You want it, baby, you got it," Frank rasped.
His stiff prick began coursing to and fro in Debbie's asshole. The strokes were long and pumping. First Frank would pull his dick all the way out of Debbie's shitpit until only the head remained in her asshole. Then, lurching, he would drive his cock to the core of her ass, the knob of his hard-on plunging into a watery reservoir of shit.
"I want to come! Make it happen for me, stud!" Debbie pleaded.
Frank grunted, his cock screwing even faster.
"Oh, yes, yes . . . that's it . . . I'm getting there," Debbie babbled with her face hidden in the weeds. "Climbing the mountain!"
Then she screamed with wild joy as Frank's prick fucked her with an extra-deep thrust. She was boiling inside and started climaxing as hard as she ever had in her life.
"God, I'm coining so much. So fucking much," Debbie groaned. "You're doing it for me as good as it's ever happened. Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!"
She was unhinged. Reckless. Too much so.
"FUCK MY ASS, FRANK!" she screamed in her natural voice without restraint.
Her howl echoed through the park, the cry of a night creature in heat. When it trailed off, there was a silence. A dense silence laden with sudden tension. Frank's cock froze in Debbie's ass.
Just as Debbie realized what she had done, Frank spoke.
"How do you know my name?" he asked. His voice clicked, sounding like it was on tape.
"Wha-what name?" Debbie stammered, lamely reacting to her blunder.
"Who the hell are you?"
Frank grabbed Debbie's hair to yank her head back. But her blonde wig came off in his hand. He flung it away and grabbed her real hair, snapping her neck. Then he twisted her face toward his.
The game was over. It was a moment of truth in their lives that husband and wife would never forget.
"Debbie!" Frank blurted with disbelief.
What could Debbie say or do? She felt like a little kid caught with her hand in the cookie jar. Only the stakes were much, much higher.
She could only think of one approach--total honesty.
"I couldn't resist, Frank," she told her astonished husband. "When I figured out you were the Ridgecrest Rapist, I couldn't keep out of it. The idea of my own husband fucking all those women turned me on more than I could control. I wanted you to rape me too."
"How did you find out it was me?" Frank asked warily.
"I have my methods," Debbie coyly answered. "But you don't need to worry about it. The cops don't have my crystal ball and I'm not about to lend them a helping hand. Your secret's safe with me."
"And what happens next . . . between us?" Frank nervously said.
"Well, you might start by taking that goofy stocking off your head," Debbie laughed. "It doesn't do a thing for your looks."
Frank hesitated a moment, then slowly pulled the stocking up over his face. With his features exposed, his expression was one of tense concern.
"Relax," Debbie soothed. "You're off the hot seat as long as you're making it with me. We're just a couple of consenting adults. Husband and wife. If your cock's in my ass, it means I want it there."
Frank did a double-take as if it were a surprise to him that his prick was still filling Debbie's ass. It now seemed like an eternity to him since he had started butt-fucking his wife--back when he was still the Ridgecrest Rapist and she was his nameless victim.
Debbie knew that she had to help her husband. Only some great need within him had driven him to assume a double life. It was her job to make him realize that plain Frank Winslow was as much of a man as the infamous Ridgecrest Rapist. Fortunately the presence of his cock in her ass gave her a head-start.
"Forget about everything, Frank," Debbie crooned. "All that counts right now is us. Your big prick in my tight ass. What could be better for each of us? Feeling good is all that matters."
She paused, interrupting herself with a provocative moan of anticipation.
"And nothing feels better than a deep, hard butt-fuck," she resumed with a sensual purr. "Start moving your dick inside me, Frank. Ball my ass and nothing else will mean a damn--I guarantee it. Trust me."
"I don't know," Frank muttered. "Just don't know about this."
"I do," Debbie said. "Let me show you."
She tightened her anal muscles around her husband's cock and wiggled her ass. Suddenly Frank's balls were churning in their sac.
"How do you like it, Frank?" Debbie asked. "Does your cock feel good in my ass? Can you keep from butt-fucking me?"
Frank didn't answer with words. His reflexes did his talking for him. His crotch quickly achieved a thrusting rhythm that matched his wife's.
Frank's hands slid down Debbie's ribcage, finding her tits through her sheer blouse. He squeezed them, as his prick ass-fucked her.
"You're doing good, Frank, but you can do even better," Debbie groaned. "Rip my blouse off.
Dig your fingers into my naked tits. Bruise me. Pinch my nipples while you're balling my ass."
"You really like it this way, don't you?" Frank rasped, after his hands had torn her blouse away and seized her bare boobs. "The rawer it is, the more you dig it."
"Congratulations, Frank," Debbie chuckled. "After five years of marriage, you've finally figured me out. Now, please, please, please, do something about it. The Ridgecrest Rapist doesn't need any victims as long as he's married to me. I'm just sorry I didn't get the message across to you before. We could have saved each other a lot of trouble."
Frank's thumbs and forefingers clasped Debbie's erect nipples. There was pinching--tentative at first, then more severe. When Debbie shrieked with grateful pain, Frank's cock increased her welcome suffering with a thrust to the tender core of her ass.
"That's the ticket, Frank," Debbie gasped. "Hurt me good."
To maximize the thrills, Debbie rocked her hips to and fro, working her ass in harmony with her husband's butt-fucking cock. Magnificent pain surged within her. Erotic voltage zapped the core of Debbie's soul.
"Ooooooh, Frank," Debbie swooned, "do you have any idea what you're doing to me? How much I love this?"
"Are you coming yet?" Frank asked, his prick ramrodding Debbie's ass while his fingers twisted the nipples of her tits.
Debbie responded with a dirty, murky moan. She was coming all right. And determined to let the world, the stars, moon and universe know that it was so. Maybe God Himself, too.
Debbie was shaking and writhing. And she was jamming her butt against Frank's crotch, keeping his big cock totally buried in her asshole. The head of his prick was deep in her guts, getting sloshed by hot shit.
Debbie had been fucked by many men, in every possible way. She was used to the best in coming. But now her past seemed like small potatoes. What she was now experiencing was the ultimate . . .
No--beyond the ultimate.
"I'm gonna live forever!" she screamed.
There was really no other conclusion for her to reach.
Then there was Frank. Frank, fucking his own wife yet feeling as if he were* actually balling some sort of goddess. Debbie was no longer merely his wife, but the turner of a key to a door through which he had passed. A door that opened onto a level of existence that was higher than he had ever imagined existed.
Frank had turned himself into the Ridgecrest Rapist because he was searching for something that would lift him out of the rut of everyday life. Now, it turned out, it was his own wife who held the answer for him.
"If I'd only known," Frank told Debbie while his cock fucked her ass. "If only I'd known what I had all along with you. I'd have never fucked anyone else."
"Same here," Debbie responded between climaxes, revealing to Frank for the first time her experiences with other men.
"You were screwing around?" Frank gulped with surprise.
"What's good for the goose is good for the gander," Debbie confessed lightly. "While you were the Ridgecrest Rapist, I was the town slut."
"Jesus . . . five years," Frank sighed. "Five wasted years."
"The final result is what counts, Frank," Debbie replied with certainty. "The past is past. The future is all that matters."
Then she swooned, starting to climax again from the big cock in her ass.
"The future . . . and, of course, the present, stud," Debbie resumed moaning. "Now let's can the philosophy. Your cock is in my ass. I'm digging it and so are you. What more can we ask for? Just stop straining your brain, stud, and concentrate on your prick in my ass. Let go and come in me. Getting your rocks off'll give you amnesia real fast about anything that's gone down before that bugs you."
Frank couldn't argue with Debbie. His common sense wouldn't let him. More significantly, his cock and balls wouldn't let him. His cum was eager to blast into the depths of Debbie's squeezing, thirsty ass.
Debbie knew it. The tell-tale contractions of her husband's cock didn't lie. She had been fucked by too many dicks not to know when a man was ready to come.
So she urged, squealing, "Come in me, Frank! Come in my ass! Fill me up with your hot jizz!"
Frank's fingers dug into the spongy flesh of his wife's tit. His hard-on was only ten inches long, but it seemed to penetrate his wife's shitpit a foot deep.
"You want my cum, you got it!" Frank bellowed.
His cock lurched in Debbie's ass, then blew its top. A cascade of jism poured into his wife.
"Fire!" Debbie screamed in response. "Liquid fire--that's what your jizz is in my ass, Frank! Spurt it, shoot it!"
Sprawled on top of Debbie, Frank went into convulsions, his cock spewing burst after burst of molten cum into her ass. Now he was the one babbling about living forever.
"Never come so hard before! So much! So good!" Frank exclaimed. "God, there's no other woman like you!"
Debbie just wailed. Her own climax had driven her temporarily insane. She was jabbering hysterically, telling the night in a language of her own invention how furiously she was getting off.
At last Frank's prick stopped spurting. But it did not soften.
"Wanna ball you some more," he told his wife, slurring his words with lust.
"Then pull your cock out of my ass and fuck my cunt," Debbie eagerly responded. "I can't get enough fucking either!"
And so the action continued, the only change being the quick transfer of Frank's dick from Debbie's butt to her pussy. Virtually all of the same things happened again--the moaning, the screaming, the total, gut-wrenching joy for both fucking partners.
Frank and Debbie had traveled a long road to reach this point. Along the way each of them had strayed several times from the other, but now they were as one.
The rest of the world? It was still there, of course. But it could no longer influence husband and wife except to draw them closer together. And a test of this bond would now occur, just after Frank's dick had shot its creamy wad into Debbie's thirsty cunt.
A police siren. Then the screeching of brakes at, the edge of the park. A door slamming and excited voices.
"There he is!" a cop yelled to his partner. "Let's get the son of a bitch!"
The violent sounds of a chase suddenly took over the night. The park was alive with pursuit.
Frank and Debbie could not ignore it. Cutting off their fucking, they scurried to cover to watch. A man came running by, the cops hot on his heels. He looked scared out of his wits, and understandably so, for the pursuing cops resembled mad dogs.
"Christ," Debbie whispered to Frank, "they think they've got the Ridgecrest Rapist. Poor sucker. They'll beat the shit out of him if they catch him."
"That's his problem," Frank chuckled. "It's not the cops' fault if the real Ridgecrest Rapist has just retired. They've got to think about their reputation. Somebody's got to take the fall."
"Just so long as it's not you, lover," Debbie sighed. "I can't fuck you if you're in jail."
"Amen," Frank grinned.
About a hundred yards beyond, the cops caught up with their prey. There was cursing. Then smacking thuds, and cries of anguish.
"They'll frame that sucker for sure," Frank said confidently. "Looks like I'm off the hook."
"They've got their man, and I've got mine," Debbie warmly noted. "C'mon, stud, let's go home. Seems to me you owe it to me to finish what you've started.
"Right on, Babe. Thanks for saving my ass."
"All in a night's work," Debbie laughed, mellow as could be. "It's the least a wife can do for her husband."
