THE SWAP CLUB Part 2

The party, or whatever, broke up shortly after the dueling blow jobs. Debby and I dragged our sorry selves home, and despite the information that it’d be better to fuck each other, we literally collapsed on our bed and fell asleep.
I awoke first, late in the morning. I thought about a wake up screw, but decided I really needed a shower first. I felt covered with dried juices, sort of sticky and crusty. The hot water felt great, and I stood under the spray quite a while.
When I got out, Debby had awoken and seemed to feel the same. After a perfunctory kiss, she whispered, “Later,” and stepped under the still running stream. Through the glass I could see her really scrubbing.
I put some old gym shorts on, and got out an outfit for Debby. Then I went down to put on some coffee and make some toast. I had finished and sat down in my lounger, when I heard Debby go into the kitchen. From the sounds, I could tell she, too, was dining on toast and coffee. Then she came into the den.
“Can I get you anything else, sir?”
I looked her over. The outfit I had selected determined her choice of words. She was dressed simply. Very long, sheer black, thigh top stockings went up her long legs, almost touching her crotch. Her feet were strapped into slim black shoes with five inch heels. Otherwise, she was naked, except for a tiny, white lace apron. The apron tied behind her back, and hid her trim blonde pubic hairs only by the most vivid imagination.
I studied her for a few minutes. She maintained an erect, expectant posture, as a proper servant should. Then I motioned towards my coffee cup. “More, please.”
“Of course, sir.” She leaned at the waist slowly, giving me a good view of big tits swinging in my face, and then slowly picked up the cup and saucer. She sauntered from the room, her buns in a fascinating figure eight motion.
She returned and set down my cup in the same fashion. Slowly, I picked up the cup and sipped. Nodding, I indicated my acceptance.
“Any other way I can serve you, sir?”
Looking her over again, I reached down to the waist of my shorts. Grasping the elastic firmly, I pulled them off my bulging organ and tucked them down below my balls.
Studying my erection, Debby said, “Yes, sir. Orally, vaginally, or anally?”
Pretending to ponder, I waited a moment, and then said, “Um, your mouth, I think. Yes, your mouth. We’ll save the rest for later.”
“Very good, sir.”
Debby knelt between my spread legs and proceeded to give me a world class mouthfuck. Oh, man, I thought, this was even better than last night! After bringing me to the brink at least three times, Debby took her mouth off and looked up at me. “Would you like me to titfuck you as well, sir?”
I gurgled out an appropriately pompous agreement, and she stuffed my wet cock between her mounds. Clasping them there with both hands, she bounced her tits up and down around my cock, sucking the head every time it approached her lips. This time she let me come, licking up the come shooting out of my cock. Some dribbled onto her tits, which she wiped up with her fingers, licking them off.
The rest of the day passed this way. Debby was the ever attentive servant, and I was a very attentive master. I fucked her several times, had a box lunch, and got her off twice with nipple massages.
That evening, Debby put on a very revealing dress, very low cut and lots of slits well up her thighs, and I took her out to dinner. We went parking out at the reservoir, where I did her twice in the back seat. Then home again, for a fairly normal screw in bed.
The next morning, my parents brought the boys back. Debby didn’t laugh when they said they needed a long nap that afternoon, because the boys wore them out.

*****

The rest of the month passed in a similar fashion. It seemed as if every night, Debby put on a different nightie and we fucked at least twice. If either’s spirits seemed to flag, a subtle mention of the party made the hormones race. Weekends we slept late, not sleeping, but sucking and fucking. It seemed as if most nights Debby went braless, and I took to taking my shorts off as soon as I got home. Occasionally, dinner was a few minutes late as she helped me remove them.
Most evenings Debby wore dresses and skirts, and after the boys went to bed, would do me in the family room. She’d simply lift her skirt and whisper, “Fuck me,” as she unzipped my pants. Even her period didn’t seem to slow her down. One night, she came downstairs dressed in tight white hot pants that were so tiny they seemed little more than zippered denim panties, white high-heeled sandals, and an absolutely transparent white blouse tied at her waist. She put a porno tape on the VCR and blew me as I watched. Then she untied the blouse and blew me again. Then she took the blouse off and titfucked me. At this point I began to run out of steam, so Debby put in a different dirty movie, pulled my pants completely off, and began slowly licking my entire crotch. She really cleaned my balls and cock, getting it hard again, before she sucked me off a fourth time!
I finally had enough. Standing on wobbly legs, I led the way to bed. Hoping to drop into a deep sleep, I was pleasantly disappointed when she pushed her shorts down her hips and bent at the waist. Looking over her shoulder at me, she told me I couldn’t put it in her cunt, but she’d really get off if I assfucked her. She was truly hot and tight. While my performance couldn’t have been my best, Debby seemed to appreciate the effort considerably. I, of course, damn near fell asleep at the office the next day.
Finally, the day of the next party arrived. I was going to wear pretty much the same outfit I had worn before, slacks, shirt, and loafers. No socks, no shorts. Tonight, Debby wore a long, cotton, tee-shirt dress that buttoned from the low cut neckline to the hem, high heels, and no panties this time. She had already showered and dressed when the doorbell rang. As I climbed into the shower, she told me she had asked Jenny to pick up a pizza for herself and the boys, and went down to say hello and get the boys settled.
I was pulling my pants on when Debby came back into our bedroom and locked the door. I looked over at her quizzically, as she sat on the bed, and she said, “I want to start a new tradition. We didn’t have the energy to screw afterwards, and we’re not supposed to screw each other at the party.” She began unbuttoning the top of her dress. “So I want you to fuck me now, before the party.”
Grinning, I dropped my pants back to the floor and stepped out of them. The invitation, and sight of my wife’s immense breasts had gotten me quite hard. Reaching down, I pulled her dress, still buttoned below the waist, above her hips. Pushing her back on the bed, I stepped between her wide spread thighs and plunged in. “I like tradition,” I said.
“Hard and fast, Jimmy! Fuck me hard and fast!” she moaned into my ear.
Whether it was because of the impending orgy, or the fact that the neighbor’s daughter was downstairs, or simply innate horniness, Debby was really hot and juicy. Wrapping her arms around my back and her legs around my waist, she drew me tightly into her. The dress, tight and somewhat stretchy, pulled back, and her rock hard nipples ground into my chest. I put my hips into high speed action and we moaned quietly to a very intense and wet orgasm. After a few moments lying together, we stood, and Debby dried our crotches with my towel. Finishing dressing, we rushed downstairs.
Jenny was dressed in another set from her apparently endless supply of cutoffs and white tee shirts. No bra. Hmmm? Debby had told her we would be late. Perhaps she had lined up some couch action for after the boys went to sleep. Or ‘studying’ as my high school girlfriends used to call it. Of course the only thing I had been studying had been their tits and cunts. She did have nice tits, for jailbait.
Jeff and Denise lived in a newer section of the neighborhood, a few miles away. We got there about fifteen minutes late, getting lost in a seeming rabbit’s warren in the process. But we were in good company. Dan and Cindy pulled up moments after us, and we walked up the path together.
We rang the bell several times, and were wondering whether the party was cancelled, when Jeff opened the door. Barefoot and shirtless, he smiled and let us in. “We kinda got started early,” he explained. “Come on, I just finished the entertainment center. We’re down there, watching movies.”
He led us down into what had once been a basement, stopping once in the kitchen and getting us all some cold beers. “There’s more downstairs, of course.” Then he took us downstairs.
The four of us stopped and stared as we entered the room. The room had been really done up nicely. New carpet, a wet bar against one wall, a big wide screen TV against the far wall, a monster stereo, new furniture. But what we stopped and stared at was the hot and heavy action going on all around us.
A J-shaped sectional couch was centered in the room, the base of the J facing the TV. The five foot screen showed a five foot blow job, as a hard core movie was in the tape player. Seated at the base of the J was Carol, sitting between Ted and Bob. The two men were lounged back, shirts open, pants around their knees, legs up on the coffee table before them. Carol was also lounged back, wearing nothing but high heels, stockings, and a garter belt, her legs wide spread and draped over the two men. In each hand she was stroking an erection, and Bob and Ted reciprocated with their hands in and on her pussy. All three were staring at the movie and breathing heavily.
Denise and Alice were between the coffee table and the television, on the floor, and oblivious to the film. Both were stark naked and in a heated sixty-nine, Denise laying on her back, and Alice kneeling over her. They both were slurping noisily.
On the long side of the J, Jerry sat in the center of the sofa. He too was shirtless, with his pants around his ankles. Bobbi, a sundress pulled both down and up to her waist, sat in his lap, facing away from him. Her thigh top stocking clad thighs were wide spread, and his massive dick was deep in her cunt. Like Debby, she was wearing high heeled sandals. Jeff grinned at us, and walked over to them. Standing before the coupling couple, he undid his pants and stuck his erect organ in her face. Far from disconcerted, she leaned forward and proceeded to begin sucking him, bouncing on Jerry’s erection as she did so.
“Wow!” whispered Cindy. Coming out of my daze, I could only mutter agreement. I led her to the other side of the sectional, and I sank into a large armchair at the end. Cindy plopped down into my lap and swung her legs up over the side, so she was laying across my lap. I took a good swig of my beer and looked her over. She was really cute tonight, wearing a sort of light wrap dress that came to mid thigh. Or did when standing. Now, with her legs over the arm of our chair and her high heels pointed at the threesome, it slid down to her crotch. Her nipples poked her top up, and quite a bit of very nice cleavage showed.
Cindy took a healthy swallow of beer and watched me look her over. Silently, she rubbed the condensation off the bottle onto her nipples, and they seemed to spring even further upright, pushing on the now wet fabric. Then she ran the bottle down between her thighs, spreading the wrap apart, and resting for a moment on her very trim bush, before taking another drink. I took another sip, and then switched the bottle to my other hand. My first hand I slipped between her thighs. She parted them slightly, and I slid my middle finger up inside her tight little pussy, as my thumb rubbed her clit.
Cindy sipped her beer quietly, her eyes closed and her back arching. I continued to look around the room as I absentmindedly fingered her. Denise and Alice had switched positions, with Denise now on top of a reclining Alice. Jeff was still being sucked by Bobbi, still fucking Jerry, same way as before, but perhaps more energetically, if possible. She was really bouncing and sucking now. The threesome had finished their mutual masturbation and had gotten more adventurous. Ted was stretched out on the couch, with Carol straddling him, his cock up her cunt. Bob had taken his pants off completely and was kneeling behind Carol, and was in the process of inserting his hard, red cockhead into her ass.
I looked over at the bar, and was surprised to see Debby and Dan still dressed and apparently talking. But a closer look revealed that Dan had popped a button in the middle of Debby’s dress and one of his hands was working furiously at my wife’s crotch. And Debby wasn’t talking, she was moaning. One hand was gripping, white-knuckled, her beer bottle, as the other attempted, haltingly, to undo his buttons and zipper. She was less successful than Dan, as before she could finish with his pants, she grabbed his hand with both of hers and shook all over. Finally, she collapsed on the bar stool for a moment, Dan’s hand still inside her dress and thighs, then she damn near ripped her dress off and sank to her knees before him. Dan popped open his jeans, and she wolfed down the erect cock before her.
My actions on Cindy had the desired effect. Eyes still closed, her back suddenly arched so hard she lifted off my lap. Gasping, she screamed, loud enough so that Dan, Denise, and Jerry looked over at us before turning back to their partners. I continued this pleasant torment for several minutes and then removed my sopping hand. Cindy sank back down on my lap, breathing heavily, and I had another drink. Then I set down my empty bottle and turned all my attentions to her.
Reaching down, I untied the ties holding the front together, and slipped the thin straps from her shoulders. She leaned forward and I stripped the dress from her pliant body. “Lift up a moment,” I asked. Cindy, now wearing only her sandals, lifted off my lap, and I unzipped my pants and pushed them halfway down my thighs. As she lowered herself back to my lap, I reached between her thighs again, and guided my straining member inside her pussy. My cock, moments before uncomfortably lodged down a pants legs, was now quite comfortably lodged to the hilt in her hot, wet box. Cindy sighed in pleasure, and brought her legs together and crossed them at the ankles, trapping me within. I concentrated on pinching and rolling between my fingers her now sweaty nipples, as she unbuttoned my shirt. Her pussy kept up a delightful squeezing action around my trapped dick. By now I was completely ignoring the actions around us. After several minutes, she began to arch her back and straighten her legs, starting a bouncing motion which pulled at my embedded organ. God, I was going to have to teach Debby this one! I grunted heavily as we came together. Even afterwards, my now flaccid dick seemed imprisoned, wondrously so.
My cock rapidly lengthened again, and I thought that Cindy was going for a repeat. Instead, she waited to it was full length and throbbing, then uncrossed her legs and stood up. The swiveling action as she turned away almost made me come in itself. Then, facing me, she kissed my cheek and gave my engorged cock a playful tug. “Variety is the spice of life, sweetie,” she said, and sauntered across the room. Oh, God! All I could do was groan with frustration.
Lucky me, Alice saw and heard my moan. She crawled over to me, leaving Denise to find her own man. “Looking for a good time, sailor?”
“A blow job would earn my eternal gratitude,” I replied. She giggled and knelt in front of me.
“I’ll remember that some day when I need my pussy licked,” Alice responded. And then she bent to her task.
I had almost forgotten just how good a blow job Alice could give. Around us partners and patterns changed, but I didn’t notice. Her tongue felt like a snake, swirling and twirling around my root. She sucked like I had stuck my dick in the vacuum cleaner. I thought blood would pop out, and I knew my jism would. She tugged my pants down my legs and off my feet, then spread my legs wide. Her long red fingernails scratched and caressed my aching balls. And all the while, her head was moving like a jackhammer. If it was possible, she’d be a sure candidate for fellatio whiplash. I came. Big time. It never even touched her tonsils, just pumped straight down her throat. She never gagged once.
Better than Debby? Maybe not. One of these parties I’d have to let them duke it out for the championship. Or suck it out, I should say.
By the time the first fevered frenzy ended, so did the movie. Ted slipped another flick into the VCR, and everyone settled back to quietly fondle and watch.
Now, let’s face it. These things are not going to win Oscars. They’re not ‘Gone With The Wind’. I mean, they’re not even up to ‘Plan Nine From Outer Space’. After all, if these people could act, they be acting, right?
Still, there’s gradations even among porn movies. The better ones have at least some level of plot, and a script consisting of more than just dubbed in moans. The cast has met certain minimum standards for physical attractiveness. And it doesn’t look like Junior did it with Dad’s HandyCam for a grade school project.
And then there was this bomb. How it ever saw the light of day, I’ll never know. I’m not sure I want to know.
After about five minutes of steadily declining quality, several of the guys complained and demanded it be yanked. But, almost en masse, the girls loudly cried to keep it going. They were having a blast! They were laughing to bust a gut!
Now, I’ve often watched dirty movies with women. Debby and I rent one every couple of weeks, and watch it after the kids go to bed. Hell, we even made one once. But for us it was simply a form of visual foreplay. We’d watch and play with each other, and then fuck towards the middle or end. We rarely saw the entire thing.
The women were just shrieking with laughter! “... look! She can’t even get it up…! Who moans like that…? Those aren’t love handles, they’re spare tires… he’s got to hold it or it’ll go limp…! Yeah, right, a bikini and an C-section scar… Christ, if they had put in any more silicone she’d fall over…”
For a second I thought it was just me. Maybe I was just too dumb to figure it out. But I looked around the room and met incredulous stares from the other guys. Without question, all the men had been transported to the Twilight Zone. And the women to the Comedy Club.
“... men are such pigs…! I wouldn’t touch our mailman with a ten foot pole… that’s not a cock, it’s a mutation…! Who’d get a tattoo there…? Well, no wonder! She’s so coked up she couldn’t remember the lines with the script in her hands… and clapped up to boot…”
Thank heavens the abomination was as mercifully short as it was mercilessly bad. But all the women loved it. After a final rousing chorus of “Men are such pigs!” they trooped off together to the bathroom. The remaining six of us were left, simply staring at each other, with dicks and dignity wilting.
The party resumed shortly thereafter. And the wait was worth it. The girls had all washed up and redone their makeup and hair. And Alice had everyone strip, and had loaned them matching thigh top stockings to go with their heels. They were intensely eager by the time they came back. But they selected the films the rest of the night.

*****

We got home around one or so. I paid Jenny and watched as she crossed the street and went home. When I came back in, Debby had gone upstairs. I did a fast check on the house and followed her. Didn’t find any evidence of ‘studying’. Maybe I was wrong. Or maybe not. What would constitute evidence?
Debby had simply collapsed on the bed. She looked up when I said I was going to take a fast shower and nodded. But by the time I came out, she was sound asleep. I left her as she was, crawled in on my side, and was sleeping inside of five minutes. At least we had fucked before the party, if not after.
I woke the next morning to an empty bed and the sound of Debby showering. I rolled over sleepily, hoping she’d want to crawl back in with me. When I heard the bedroom door open and close, I realized my luck was shot. Gotta feed the boys. Fuck it, I could use the sleep.
I slowly awoke from a wonderful dream involving Miss November and a blow job to the realization it wasn’t quite a dream. Looking down, I saw Debby kneeling on the bed sucking my early morning erection. She had pulled the covers completely off of me. She looked up and smiled. “I told the boys that if they wanted to live beyond today, they’d keep quiet and watch cartoons. And if they didn’t, we wouldn’t visit my mom today.”
Debby for sure hadn’t worn her present outfit down to feed the boys. Bright red crotchless panties and a bright red transparent nightshirt. She took me in her mouth again, and I stretched out and put my hands behind my head and watched. Yes, Alice was great. But Debby was even better. Familiarity does not always breed contempt. In this case it bred proficiency.
After several minutes of passive, but pleasant, watching, Debby swung her body upwards along the bed. She lay on her side, still doing me, and lifted a thigh, giving me a great shot of her wet, pink cunt. I moved one arm down and began fingering her squeaky clean clit. A slight shudder went through her body, and a low moan passed her cock filled lips, and she stuck a finger up my ass. Needless to say, I exploded in her mouth.
After licking me clean, Debby crawled up and collapsed half on my chest. One hand stayed on my cock, idly stroking, as she slowly licked my nipples. Yeah, I know, some guys get turned on by this. Not me. But women are always doing this in the movies and romance novels, and I guess she figures it’s sort of automatic. But how do you tell something as stupid as that to a woman who’s really trying to get you going. I think she really believe it works, and it’s not because she’s usually jerking me off or fucking me that has me hard. Like her jerking me off now was getting me hard again. I suppose she feels the same way about something I do to her. Honesty is not always the best policy, and ignorance can be bliss.
Debby drew her legs up and knelt. Straddling me, she used both hands to spread apart the panties and her pussy lips, and slowly sank onto my rigid shaft. She kept both hands on her clit and began slowly rocking back and forth.
Her nipples were rock hard, protruding a full inch from her gently swaying D cup breasts. I reached up and unbuttoned the nightshirt. It fell from her shoulders, down her arms, and stopped on her forearms. Her hands never left our joined crotches. I moved the shirttails behind her hips. I put both hands behind my head again to watch.
Her long fingers slipped down to rub my cock, while her thumbs stayed glued to her prominent clit. And she began whispering to me, about how she had enjoyed the party. About how turned on she had been watching me fuck all those other women. And about how much she had enjoyed being fucked by all the guys. She recounted the number of times she had come with each of them in a really graphic way. And all the while she rocked atop me, tits swaying, pussy twitching and clamping around me. Finally, I could stand no more and, after God alone knows how long, my hips bucked up towards her and I spewed into her.
Debby slipped off the nightshirt and, once again, collapsed onto my chest with one hand on my cock. But this time we were both worn out. Her breathing deepened to sleep and I dozed off too, as my come soaked nuts tightened in the morning cool.

*****

We drove down to Salem right after lunch. On waking the second time, I had Debby kneel on the bed while I did her from behind, a fast, short, vigorous screw we both enjoyed tremendously. The final act of an excellent night.
Debby’s mom, Elizabeth, had invited us down for the night, saying she had an important announcement to make. No matter how much Debby had whined and wheedled, her mother refused to explain further, so we packed up the Daring Duo and off we went.
Debby’s mother didn’t say anything at all even after we got there. She just said we were all going to dinner at a really nice place in town, and it would have to wait till then. While her daughter wasn’t too pleased, I simply shrugged my shoulders and waited.
We all drove over in my car and got to the place around sevenish. I wore a suit and Debby wore a pretty, if demure, dress. The boys had been forced into hated ties. The surprise came when Elizabeth took off her coat. She was dressed much less conservatively than her daughter. She had on a skin tight black and silver outfit, knee length, but with a fair sized slit up one thigh. Nice legs. Showed quite a bit of cleavage, too, and I doubted if she could be wearing a brassiere. I was sure the straps would show. Nice tits, too. Thirty six C cups, at least. For once, Debby showed a poker face.
Elizabeth looked around, seemingly for someone else, but didn’t see anyone. She continued to look at the entrance even after we sat at our table. Finally, after about fifteen minutes, her face brightened considerably, and she stood. She almost skipped to the foyer, and brought a man to the table, her arm wrapped in his.
Holy shit! It was Romeo! In the uniform of a major general in the Army, no less!
“I’m sorry, Elizabeth. I had a Congressional delegation at my office late. I didn’t even have time to change.”
“Anthony Rider, I’d like you to meet my daughter, Deborah. And this is her husband, James. And their sons, James and Brian.”
We all shook hands, Brian rather reluctantly. I was rather stunned by my recognition of the fellow Elizabeth had obviously screwed that night at the Holiday Inn. Debby figured it out when he looked at me funny and asked if we had ever met.
Snapping out of it, I shook my head and said, “No, I don’t think so. But I come down here every couple of months on business. Maybe you saw me around town?” Now it was Debby’s turn to be shocked.
Elizabeth explained that she had met the general in town near the Army base.
“Yes, we sort of ran into each other,” he said dryly.
“Now you know it was your car which ran into mine!” Elizabeth protested.
“Of course, my dear,” Anthony replied. “You’re obviously right.” He rolled his eyes and we all laughed.
The boys were fascinated by the Army officer. Brian wanted to know if he had killed anybody and Little Jimmy wanted to know what all his medals were for. Anthony simply smiled and said his medals were for paperwork.
“Not quite, General,” I interrupted. “Unless I’m very much mistaken, that’s a Distinguished Service Cross, a Silver Star, two Bronze Stars, and three Purple Hearts.” Military medalry is a hobby of mine.
He looked at me sharply and coldly. But then his eyes took on a far away look, and a sad smile crossed his face. “A long time ago, in a far away place.” He was quiet for a moment. “Better men deserved more and received less.”
I knew what he meant. Also present were campaign ribbons for Vietnam.
Elizabeth broke the mood with an imperious question. “Anthony! You never told me you’d been wounded?”
“Nicked, my dear, just nicked. They handed these things out for cutting yourself on your beer can.”
Over dinner, Anthony explained that he was retiring from the Army this winter. “I’ve seen one big war and too many small ones. Oh, I suppose I could stay in and push paper at some dismal base in Lower Slobbovia. But why? It’s a young man’s game…”
“You’re not old, Anthony. That would imply that I’m old,” laughed Elizabeth.
He chuckled, and said to her, “No, just not young anymore.” Turning back to Debby and me, he continued. “And after I met Elizabeth, I couldn’t see losing her. So I’ll put in my papers and settle down here.”
“Doing what?” asked Debby.
“Oh, I don’t know. Maybe some consulting. Write a book. Who knows? I mean, generals get pretty good pensions these days. We won’t starve.”
“We?” Debby asked.
“That’s why I asked you here,” said Elizabeth. “Anthony and I are going to get married.”
It got hectic there for a few minutes. First Debby gave a stunned gasp, then both she and her mother were hugging and crying. Just as they settled down, Anthony pulled out a ring and slipped it on Elizabeth’s hand, and the madness started again. I smiled a lot and congratulated the couple, and kept the boys in line. Little Jimmy thought it was kind of neat, figuring that such an ancient couple would marry before moving to a retirement home or some such. Brian just thought it was all real mushy.
The excitement got to the boys shortly thereafter. Little Jimmy started getting quite fidgety. Brian fell asleep in his chair, bolt upright, and snoring loudly, to the vast amusement of the nearby tables. Elizabeth told us to go home without her, as her fiancee had promised to take her dancing after dinner. With me carrying the youngest, we left the hand-holding pair.
We got the boys back to Debby’s mom’s place without trouble. We put them to bed and had some coffee while watching the late news, and then went to bed ourselves. We were staying in a spare bedroom across the hall from her mother’s room, and the boys were in Debby’s old room.
We crawled into bed expecting to go right to sleep. Debby was in an old cotton tee shirt and I was in my shorts. I certainly wasn’t figuring to screw Debby in her mom’s house. But, somehow, when Debby leaned into me to kiss me good night, the kiss became somewhat extended. And so I leaned into her and kissed her again, a bit more lingeringly. She returned the favor with another kiss, this time slipping me some tongue.
Well, I can take a hint. I wrapped my arms around her back and responded with my own tongue. In no time at all, I was licking and kissing her neck and ears, as she slowly moaned into mine. I’m not sure who undressed whom first. Very shortly we were naked, with me on top and Debby’s legs around my waist, in a slow, leisurely fuck. Debby orgasmed twice, quietly but intensely, whimpering into my ear, before I finally gave the final thrust and came.
We lay back in each other’s arms, caressing the other, when we heard the front door open and close. Elizabeth lived in a large, old, but carefully refurbished, Victorian house. Voices came up through a ventilation grate, faintly but clearly.
“You can’t come upstairs tonight, Anthony. The children are staying over tonight. Let’s go in the parlor, instead.”
Debby stiffened in my arms. She had heard her mother as clearly as I had, and understood the implication as had I. Her mother was telling her boyfriend they couldn’t screw in her bedroom, so they had to do it downstairs!
I sat up and looked around the room. In the moonlight, I could see the grate by the wall. I turned back to my wife and, putting a finger to my lips, took her hand. I pulled her upright.
“What are you doing?” she whispered to me.
“Sshhh. Let’s listen.” I tugged her off the bed towards the grate.
“We can’t!” she whispered back. But her protest seemed rather feeble. And then stopped on hearing the conversation from below. The parlor was directly under our room, and the voices carried quite clearly up through the grating.
“Can I get you some coffee, Anthony?” her mother said.
“No, but you can get out of that dress.”
Debby gave a quiet gasp, but the other couple never noticed.
“Why, Anthony? I’ve heard about you soldiers. Why, if I was standing here in only my stockings and heels, you’d want to push me onto the couch, throw my legs in the air, and ravish me!”
“What an excellent idea, my dear.”
The next sound we heard was a long zipper being pulled down.
“Have I told you lately, just how beautiful you are, my dear? How I love your tits? Your thighs? How I like it when you shave your pussy?”
Debby was stock still, flabbergasted at the words. I was grinning madly. So her mom shaved her cunt? Cool! I turned back to the bed and pulled a comforter and two pillows off the bed. I handed the pillows to Debby, which woke her from her daze, and spread the comforter on the floor near the grate. I quietly sat down on the quilt, and pulled Debby down next to me. She placed the pillows near the grate, and we both lay face down on our elbows, listening for more.
Anthony had apparently disrobed also, for the next words were from Elizabeth.
“Why, Anthony, erect again? I thought that blow job I gave you in the car had tired you out?”
“My forces have regrouped and are ready for a fresh assault. Now, what did you say soldiers did…? First I push you onto the couch…” We hear a squeak from the cushions of a couch. “Then I throw your legs up into the air… Like this…? And then ravish you?” Elizabeth responded with gasps and moans.
My cock, minutes ago limp as a wet noodle, was achingly hard by now. Listening to Debby’s mom start fucking was a real turn on! Silently, I knelt behind Debby. Gently taking her hips in my hands, I slowly pulled her to a kneeling position. Reaching around, I tugged both pillows under her, one on top of the other. Then I pushed her down again so that her hips rested on the pillows. Her ass pointed up at me, several inches off the floor.
Pushing her legs together, I straddled her thighs. I lowered my cock to the crack of her ass and rubbed it for a few moments. Then I slid it down between her thighs and penetrated her pussy. She was as hot and wet as I could ever ask. Listening to her mom screw had really turned her on, also. Slowly I pushed my way in to the hilt, my balls rubbing her thighs. I rested my hands on either side of her hips.
This is one of my all time favorite positions. The depth of penetration is excellent. And Debby presses her legs together, generating unbelievable friction and grip on my cock. As I began moving in long, slow strokes, I could feel every bump and fold in her cunt.
Below us, the action was also heating up. Elizabeth was alternately moaning and gasping out, “... yes, yes… oh, it’s so big… fuck me…! Faster… slower… yes…! That’s it…” while her lover merely grunted and groaned, loud and long. His earlier blow job, like my earlier fuck, had drained the urgency from his balls, and together we plowed our partners for a good, long time.
Finally, Elizabeth began gasping out that she was going to come, and that urged both Anthony and myself to greater efforts. Debby wasn’t saying how she felt, she had stuffed the edge of the quilt into her mouth and her screams of pleasure never made it past my ears. I think both Anthony and I exploded at the same instant, to judge my Elizabeth’s moans and Debby’s twitching. I gently collapsed onto Debby’s back, as we heard her mother and her mother’s fiancee disentangling below us.
We lay gently together for several minutes, my cock slowly softening, still in Debby’s slowly pulsing cunt. Then from below we heard Elizabeth talking again, if somewhat breathily.
“Well, Anthony, you’ve fucked my mouth and pussy tonight. Are you going for all three holes, or should I just kiss you good night and go to bed feeling not quite satisfied?”
Holy shit, she just asked him to ass fuck her! My cock stirred, and began to lengthen.
“Jesus, Elizabeth! I think you just damn near broke it off! Give me a minute will you!”
“Of course, love. Why don’t I just play with myself for a few minutes, until you get your breath back.”
Wow! My cock continued to grow in Debby’s now come soaked pussy. I reached up and took her arms. Pulling them downwards, I lifted my weight off her body, and pushed her hands towards her own pussy. Shortly thereafter I could feel her fingers massaging her own clit. I kept my cock in her cunt, not moving, but feeling it gently grip and release me.
Anthony must have recuperated by now, because the next thing we heard was, “Now just kneel there on the floor and lean onto the couch… no, no, leave your hands right where they are… spread your legs more… unnnh…”
I was fully erect, too, by now. I slowly pulled out of Debby’s drenched pussy. Positioning my cockhead in the crack of her ass, I reached down and directed it towards her sphincter. Finding her little, rubbery ring, I slowly pushed the head in, holding my cock in one hand to ensure penetration. I kept pushing, as Debby moaned into the comforter, until I was fully engulfed. God, was she hot and tight!
Our assfuck didn’t last long. As soon as her ass had accommodated me, I began plunging in and out, hard and fast. Below us, Anthony was doing the same. Elizabeth, either forgetting her guests, or just not giving a shit anymore, was screaming out her pleasure. This kind of action can’t go on very long, and ours didn’t. We all came within seconds of each other.
Mercifully, Elizabeth was sated, even if only for the night. Shortly thereafter, her lover dressed and left, and Debby and I crawled back into our bed and collapsed into sleep.

*****

The rest of the next month we slowly got back to our normal selves. Rather than fucking three times a day, and more on weekends, we settled down to our regular twice a night. Oh, for sure some days we did much more, and some days, not at all. But in general, the mad frenzy we had been in since that first party at Jerry and Carol’s passed. We both went back to wearing underwear most of the time.
The month passed quickly enough. Amazingly, we had really lucked out on our schedule for July. The party was the last Friday night, and Jenny could sit again. And starting Saturday, the boys went to Scout camp for a week. So Debby and I had made plans to take a trip of our own, to the seashore. We planned to fuck ourselves silly for an entire week, with no kids around to interrupt us.
I got home that Friday evening in time to open the door for the babysitter, running across from her house across the street. It was pouring outside, and Jenny’s nipples were clearly visible through the thin cotton of the tee shirt. Just as I closed the door, the bell rang. I opened it to greet a semi-pissed off pizza delivery guy. Apparently, while staring at Jenny’s chest, I had closed the door in his face. A big tip was in order.
I carried the pizza into the kitchen and set it on the table. Jenny and the boys appeared as if by magic, and promptly began devouring slices. For a few moments I stared at the young girls tits, clearly outlined by the clinging fabric. Then I tore my gaze away, before she caught an old pervert watching. I wandered upstairs to change.
I entered our bedroom and heard the shower running. As I stripped down, the water stopped, and I heard Debby drying herself. I was naked when she came out of the bathroom. She came into my arms and gave me a long, sloppy kiss. More than a kiss, it was whole body foreplay, as she squirmed against me. Her nipples dug into my chest, as her cunt and navel rubbed against my groin and belly. My cock, semi-rigid already, sprang into a full, glorious erection.
“Ready for more tradition?” she asked. At my grinning nod, she leaned against the dresser and hopped up on it. She scooted her ass forward until her pussy was at the edge, and spread her thighs wide. Then she reached down between us and took my hardon in both hands. After a brief hand job to make sure it was rock hard, she pulled me to her and tucked it into her cunt.
Christ, she was wet! And hot! She kept both hands at our joined crotches, rubbing both my dick and her pussy. Her legs she wrapped around my waist, and tightly hugged me to her. In turn, I placed both hands on her ass and hips, and began rapidly thrusting for all I was worth. The dresser began bucking against the wall, and I thought for sure they’d hear it downstairs. Not that I cared. Wild horses couldn’t have dragged me out of Debby just then. After about fifteen minutes, both of us hot and sweaty, Debby began whimpering and twitching on my cock. This was the final spark for me. Back arching, I rammed in and standing on my toes, lifted her off the dresser. Impaled on me, we both came massively.
After a few moments wrapped in each other, we got our breaths back and separated. Together we went into the bathroom, but while I stepped into the shower, Debby stayed outside. When I invited her in to shower with me, she simply laughed.
“Then we’ll never get to the party!”
“So what?”
“Oh, behave, Jimmy!” Debby picked up a washcloth and ran it under some water in the sink. She then began taking a sink bath. I left the shower door open and watched. She washed all over, taking quite a bit of care of her pussy and tits. Apparently, they were very dirty. I really got turned on when she sat on the toilet and pissed. Her legs were wide open and facing me, I could see the stream clearly. She really had to wash their again. My hardon was painful when I stepped from the shower.
“Christ, hun, I really need to fuck you again!” I pleaded.
“Nope. Maybe later. Now get dressed and get out. I’ve got to get ready.”
“Please?”
“No,” she laughed.
Tonight’s party was at Bob and Bobbi’s place. As we drove over, Debby loosened her long raincoat enough so that her legs showed through the opening. A lot of leg, too. She wouldn’t let me see what she was wearing before we left, but it sure couldn’t be much. No stockings, and no visible hemline. Was she naked? By the time we got there, I was rock hard again.
Matters didn’t change when we got there. Bob let us in, and then directed Debby down the hall, where she disappeared into a bedroom. She still had on the raincoat. Confused, I wandered into the living room. Grabbing a beer from the bar, I sat down and asked Jeff what was up.
“It’s Olympics Night,” he responded gleefully.
“Huh?”
“Olympics Night. Didn’t Debby tell you?”
“Nope.”
“Probably wanted to surprise you.”
I interrupted. “She surely did. What the hell is Olympics Night?”
Jeff grinned widely. “Several years ago, we had a party during the Olympics, and somebody bright made a joke about having the girls put on a competition. Any number of witty and not so witty suggestions were made, and the girls argued with us. Anyway, the bottom line was that, the following month the girls put on Olympics Night for the guys.”
“No shit! Is there an Olympics Night where we have to do something, too?” I asked.
“Nah. We tried it once, and it bombed. But somehow this just keeps going, year in, year out,” Jeff said.
“So what goes on?” I was really curious. Is this why Debby had been so secretive about her dressing? Must have been.
While Jeff and I were talking, the last couple, Dan and Cindy, had arrived. Cindy had been shuffled off to the bedroom, and Dan had dropped onto the couch next to me. He had overheard the tail end of the conversation, and responded, “Watch and see.” Calling out loudly, he yelled, “Let the games begin!”
Amazingly, a loud trumpet fanfare blared out over the stereo. Most of the guys weren’t expecting this, and they looked around, laughing. At this point, the six women marched down the hall and stood in a line across the living room. I hadn’t really noticed before, but all of the armchairs and couches were in a line, so that we had two lines facing each other.
The women were all dressed similarly, if outrageously. First, they all wore what had to be the shortest skirts ever put out on the market. Skirts that barely, if at all, covered theirs asses and pussies. They also wore high heels, very high heels, much higher than they would normally wear. And it seemed as if they were wearing bras under their blouses and tops, which was rather unusual for these parties.
Bob, as host, was the emcee. Occasionally glancing at a script, he announced that the first competition was for shortest skirt. Ah, hah! Light was beginning to dawn. There was method to this madness, after all. Immediately Jerry and Jeff volunteered to judge, and were provided with tape measures. Going to the lineup, they began measuring the length of the skirts, as well as how far they dropped below the crotch. Denise, in a skirt that could charitably be called a wide elastic belt, won.
I felt sorry for Debby. While she had dressed fairly exotically for the competition, she wasn’t as outlandish as the rest. I suspected that, although she knew what was going to happen, since she had never seen one of these events before, she didn’t know the level of competition to be faced. Her dress, marvelously short, was at least two inches longer than any of the others. Well, there’s always next year.
The second event was for highest heels. Jeff and Ted grabbed the tapes and dropped on their knees in front of the girls. But while Ted started measuring, Jeff, kneeling before Bobbi, straightened up and buried his head under her skirt. Bobbi gave a muffled whimper and wrapped her hands behind his head, while his hands were on her ass, pulling him in. The rest of the guys started laughing hysterically, and Jeff was disqualified as a judge. We also discussed disqualifying Bobbi, for jury tampering, but it was decided that Jeff’s disqualification was sufficient. Carol won handily, with a pair of six-and-a-half inch stilts from her modeling days. Again, Debby, with four inch heels, was not in the running.
The next competition, placed in the Olympics after the movie “When Harry Met Sally” came out, was for best fake orgasm. Simultaneously, the six began panting, moaning, groaning, crying, screaming, begging, and so forth. This was one of the funniest points of the night. All were judged equally winners.
I was curious what was next, when the women all began to undress. Still standing in line, off came tops and skirts. I had been correct earlier. They were wearing bras. And despite Jeff’s earlier antics, they also wore panties. To be specific, they were all wearing bikini swimsuits. And what swimsuits! The only rule the girls seemed to follow was that nipples and clits had to be covered, ‘cause that was about all that was. Once they had taken off their clothes, they all had to tuck tits and cunts back where they were supposed to be, because each of them had jiggled out of place. It was delightful. Thankfully, Debby wore a suit that equaled the others, one that she never wore swimming, because whenever she modeled it beforehand, I would immediately strip it off her and fuck her on the spot. Her suit had a string top and a thong bottom that tied on the sides. In fact, the bottom was so small, she had to shave her pussy before she could wear it. I had taken care of that for her earlier, just a couple nights ago. Now I knew why she had asked! Not that I minded, of course, since whenever I do shave her cunt, it always leads to a night of great cunt and cock eating.
Alice won, in a tough competition, for a suit that was as abbreviated as Debby’s but with the added advantage of being sheer and semi-transparent.
Then, while the girls all took a break for drinks, and the guys refilled, as well, Bob excused himself. Five minutes later, he came back to the room, with an armload of scientific equipment. Bob’s an assistant professor of engineering over at State, and Bobbi’s one of his grad students. He’s mid-thirtyish, and she’s no more than early twenties, the biggest difference in our group, but they seem quite happy for all of that. But anyway, they always seem to have odd equipment laying around the place.
Now, he dumped it all on the carpet in the middle of the group. Amid exclamations of interest (“What the fuck is this shit!?”) he pulled an armchair over and faced it towards the judges. Then he pulled an endtable over to the side of the chair. Out of the pile of stuff, he set a pressure gauge in a stand on the table, facing the judges. A long air hose went from the gauge to what appeared to be a large dildo, which he dropped before the chair.
Calling an end to the break, he announced a new event for the Olympics, “Tightest Pussy”. The woman would sit in the armchair, legs spread over the arms, and insert the dildo. Then using only her cunt muscles, she would squeeze the dildo, actually a rubber air pump of sorts, and the needle would rise on the pressure gauge. The girls, to be honest, were somewhat leery of the whole thing, but Bobbi explained that it was perfectly safe and that she had tried it herself. She also said that Bob really liked the way her pussy had tightened up. They agreed to try, and Bob allowed that each would get a practice round first.
So off came the suits. Now they were only wearing the wonderfully tall spike heels. Debby wasn’t the only woman that night with a shaved pussy. Only Denise and Carol hadn’t shaved, and they had trimmed theirs very short. Pulling names from a hat, Bob called forth the girls for the practice round, carefully positioning them in the armchair, legs wide, cunts staring at us, and helped them insert the “probe” as he called it. Fascinated, we watched as the needle rose and fell, in some cases surging back and forth. Unsurprisingly, Bobbi, the experimental subject, won. But it was unanimously decided to keep this as part of the games, and the other women all wanted to borrow the device to improve their own future performance.
By now, I, at least, was ready to get well and truly laid. And I wasn’t the only one there. Every pair of pants sported an erection, and juices flowed down several of the women’s thighs. Moving the armchair back in line with the others, Bob sat down and unzipped his pants. The rest of the guys did the same, and unsure of what was going on, I followed. Six cocks strained into the open. Now Bob reached back into his hat and pulled names again. The women positioned themselves in front of the first man in line, although in two cases names had to be recalled, as a woman ended up with her husband.
“Now ladies, the final event, as you know, is ‘Best Blow Job’. The only rule is there are no rules. First one to make a man come, wins,” said Bob. He pulled a stopwatch, and cried, “Go!”
An excellent culmination to the challenges of the night, six heads swooped down and took a cock in the mouth. I had drawn Bobbi, who I already knew to give great head. Would she beat Debby? Or would a dark horse candidate pull through? What a way to find out. Unsurprisingly, after roughly an hour’s worth of visual foreplay, everyone was really worked up. The fastest blow job took only ninety-three seconds, the longest was still under four minutes. Debby won, but only by two or three seconds over Bobbi.
At this point, the “Olympics” ended and the orgy started. The girls wanted to be satisfied as well. In fact, their only complaint was about getting rid of “those damned shoes”. All six thought that five inch or more heels was a bit much.
The alarm clock got us up early, almost as early as when we go to work. No time to fool around this morning. A fast shower and down the hall to roust out the boys. A fast breakfast, and then an all hands Chinese fire drill loading the car.
I swear, if we ever do this again, I’m going to load the car the night before. And doing this the morning after the party? Rather than wonderful planning, it began to seem a horrible disaster. If not exactly hung over, Debby certainly seemed a bit under the weather. And God knows, I could have used some more sleep. And an eight year old at seven o’clock is never real good. Only Little Jimmy seemed in good spirits, his usual cocky big mouth self.
Somehow we made it to the church on time to load bags and boys into a rented school bus. While Jimmy was going for a full week, his sibling was still a Cub Scout, and could only go for a half week. My parents would look after him until we came back. He had been to Scout Day Camp the previous year, and thought this was just terrific.
Debby cried a little as she kissed her “babies” good-bye. Noises like “... they grow up so fast…” could be heard. Brian wanted none of this, being too big now. Jimmy told his mother to “Get a life!” Finally they were loaded, and we waved as the bus pulled out. Personally, I’ve been telling them since childbirth, “Eighteen, and you’re out!” Worked for me! Then I loaded Debby into the car and we took off, too.
It was a five hour drive to the seashore town we were staying. Shortly after we left, Debby, still looking a touch green, reclined her seat and went to sleep. Oh well, it’s not like I don’t drive enough by myself. I put a tape in the stereo and headed for the ocean.
A few minutes before noon, Debby stirred and woke. The sleep had done her wonders, and she said she felt great. She stretched like a cat. Looked great, too. Even the weather had broken. She raised her seat partway, and I slid my hand over and patted her on the knee. Smiling, she reached down and rubbed my hand where it rested on her lower thigh. Still, despite whatever I might have wanted to do next, we were in bucket seats, and my reach just isn’t that great. After a few moments of gently kneading her inner thigh, I pulled my hand back to the wheel and we continued down the highway.
Debby stretched backwards again and pulled a small gym bag from the back seat. She had pulled this bag from the trunk when we had loaded the boys up. Now she began rummaging through it, as she began to change.
It was hard to keep my eyes on the road and off of her, but somehow I managed to do both and avoided an accident. First she kicked off her sneakers and pulled off her socks. They were tossed in the back seat. Reaching under her tee shirt and sliding arms in and out, she removed her bra, which also landed in the back. Next, she unzipped her jeans, and wiggled out of them and her panties. To the back. Now she sat there, only in a tee shirt, giving me a good long show, as she sorted through her bag. My dick was definitely stiff, and I know she saw me adjust myself, to pull it out of a pants leg.
The first thing out of the bag was a garter belt, black and lacy. Leaning forward, she buckled it around her waist. Next she pulled a pair of long, sheer stockings from the bag. These went on next, and Debby took a nice long time stretching them and smoothing them on her legs. Strap-on high heels followed, which if not quite as high as last night’s, were still very nice.
Next she pulled a denim jacket out of the bag and placed it in her lap. Looking around at the traffic, Debby quickly peeled off her tee shirt and threw it behind her. In mere seconds, she had donned the jacket, but didn’t button it. I had an excellent view of her from neck to ankle, with everything in between. Finally she pulled a long denim skirt from the bag and threw the bag in the back. Raising her ass off the cushion, Debby pulled the skirt under her and sat on it. The skirt looked to go below the knees, but buttoned from waist to hem. Debby only buttoned the top couple of buttons, and laced up a built-in sort of corset on the front. The final touch came when she buttoned the bottom pair of buttons on the jacket and adjusted the fit of everything. She looked like a million bucks.
“Better?” she asked me.
“Much,” I said. She took my hand off the wheel, and placed it on her thigh again. While we both knew the traffic was too heavy for anything more than gentle petting, we both wanted just that. I stroked her thighs, with an occasional finger flick on her naked clit, for maybe a half hour.
Debby was getting really worked up over this, so I pulled my hand away to let her cool down. She sagged back into her half reclined seat and let out a sigh of relief. “It’s not fair,” she complained.
“What’s not fair?” I asked.
“You get me all worked up, but I can’t do anything about it.”
“Sorry, dear. Later on, when we get there.” I reached over and opened the glove box. I pulled out a small box, wrapped in gift paper, with a bow on top. “Here, this is for you.”
Her mind off her frustration, Debby squealed and grabbed it. “Oooh! What is it?”
“Open it and find out.”
Debby ripped off the gaudy paper, which joined her clothing in the rear. She opened the small box inside, but looked mystified by what was inside. She upended it and a small silvery ball dropped into her hand. She looked into the box for anything else, or instructions, and then looked at me. “What is it?”
“I thought you’d know. It’s a Ben-Wa ball.”
“I thought they come in pairs,” she said staring at the ball. “I’ve never used something like this.”
“You can get them in pairs, or not. You really don’t know how to use this?”
“Well, sort of. I mean, I stuff them up my pussy, right? Sort of like an ancient Chinese vibrator.”
I nodded over at her. “Close enough. They come in pairs usually, one larger than the other. Most people think you take the pair and put them both in the pussy, small one on top. But actually, the small one goes up your ass. I left that one at home.”
“No kidding!” she said.
“Nope. Shake it.”
“Huh?”
“Shake the ball,” I said.
Debby shook the ball gently, then with a look of surprise on her face she shook it again, near her ear. “It sounds hollow!” she exclaimed.
“It is,” I said. “Or almost. Originally, the Chinese filled up these things partway with mercury. The mercury was heavy and would slosh around the inside of the ball, producing vibrations. Now mercury is not exactly the safest stuff in the world. This ball simply has a smaller lead ball inside of it.” I took the ball from her hand. Reaching between her thighs, I placed the ball at the entrance to her cunt. Debby spread her legs as far apart as they could go, and I crammed the ball up the tunnel. It was wet enough, it easily slid in. Debby’s eyes opened as the cool metal slid into place, but a wicked smile came into play shortly.
“Jimmy, this is really nice! Much more subtle than a vibrator. I could do this for hours!”
“I’m glad you like it.”
Debby lounged back in her seat, and half closed her eyes. She seemed to drowse, but I could tell it was more. Every now and then her pelvis would twitch, and her breasts, still on partial display, were rock hard, and her nipples stood out like bullets.
Ahead, I saw a sign for a fast food joint. Debby sat up as I pulled off the exit and headed for the parking lot. She spread her legs to remove the Ben-Wa ball.
I put my hand on hers to stop her. “No, leave it in.”
Staring at me, she said, “Jimmy, it’ll fall out!”
“No it won’t. It’ll stay in place.”
“But…”
“Trust me.”
“You better be right. I can just see this thing slipping out in front of some five year old.”
I laughed at the thought, but prevailed upon her. She still buttoned a few more buttons, downgrading her looks from rape-on-sight to just plain sexy. We held hands as we walked in to order.
Debby was a little quiet at first, seemingly nervous about being in public, half naked with a pseudo-dildo in place. But her nerves passed delightfully. As luck had it, our clerk was a flustered teenager who couldn’t tear his eyes away from my wife’s cleavage. After ringing up the order, I had to remind him to take payment by waving a twenty in front of my wife’s double breasted (in more ways than one) jacket. Awaking with a start, the red-faced boy mumbled something, and completed the order. With a radiant smile and a bright laugh, Debby sashayed to our table, wiggling her ass at him.
She quietly told me that the ball didn’t seem to be slipping at all. I explained that when she was standing and walking, her entire pelvis and hips were at an angle where this became more difficult, and that the vertical position tightened her twat.
“But how do I take it out?” she asked.
I mentioned that some types had nylon or silk strings attached, to pull on, but others didn’t. Then I told her that I had personally witnessed her push two eight pound plus boys through there previously and that I wasn’t worried. She snorted and said something about my shitting a watermelon. Discretion being the better part of valor, I refrained from a rebuttal.
Burgers and fries didn’t take long, and we were soon on the road again. We still had about a good hour to go, but the break had refreshed me. About fifteen minutes down the highway, traffic lightened considerably. I leaned over to where Debby was sitting, pelvis twitching again. Reaching over, I rapidly unbuttoned all the buttons I could reach, all on her jacket and as many on her skirt as were not under the laced up section. Her jacket fell wide away from her heaving tits. Leaving my hand in place, I began tweaking and rubbing her prominent nipples. Debby’s response was immediate. Spreading her legs wide, she pulled her skirt above her crotch, and both hands dived between her thighs. Debby moaning, we drove another twenty minutes, until we left the interstate.
We composed ourselves for the remainder of the trip down the state highway to North Beach. Finally I pulled into the parking lot of the motel. Getting out, I went in and registered. I was a little surprised when I got out to find Debby out of the car, leaning into the back seat, but she was simply packing her discarded clothes from this morning into her gym bag. I pulled the car around to a side entrance. I can live out of a single hanging bag, albeit a large, well packed bag. Debby had brought three suitcases, in addition to the gym bag. Debby imperiously led the way in, as I, looking and waddling like an overburdened pack mule, followed.
Debby looked around the room and nodded her approval. It wasn’t too small, it wasn’t too big. It had a small couch facing a TV on a swivel mount, so it could be seen from the bed, as well. The place was a couple blocks back from the boardwalk, so the price was reasonable, yet we were close enough to walk to the beach. I threw the bags on the floor, and the key on the dresser.
Debby hopped up on the bed and opened her jacket again, along with the skirt. “Fuck me right now,” she demanded. “I took that gizmo out when you went inside.” She raised her knees and spread them, and her bald cunt stared at me.
“My pleasure, madam,” I said, because I knew it would be. Unzipping my pants, I let them slide to my knees. Kneeling on the bed between her spread legs, I put my arms under her legs, and grasping her ass, plunged in. Boy, that ball had really worked, she was hot as a pistol, and really wet! She let out a small shriek and came immediately, thrashing wildly on the bed. I really started jack hammering into her then. Her nipples were harder now than in the car, if possible. Ramming vigorously, I soon exploded into her cunt, as she cried out her second orgasm.
I collapsed on top of her, and after several minutes of impassioned kissing, rolled off to her side. But she wasn’t done yet. Debby sat up and removed her jacket and skirt. Now clad only in garter belt, stockings and shoes, she removed the rest of my clothes with her teeth, working me to another erection. We sucked and fucked the rest of the afternoon, until I was literally too limp dicked to continue. Then we both took a well deserved nap.