Chapter 1
Debby MacFarland opened the bedroom door and peeked inside, her mouth watering with anticipation.
This is where he sleeps, she thought, glancing around at the furnishings. She moved closer to the bed, then sat down, her palms brushing over the satiny spread. Slowly, she lay back and hugged aerself, wondering what it would be like to be... her. To have his huge, hulking frame around her, feel his thick, meaty cock plunging in and out of her throbbing pussy.
A small gasp escaped her lips when she felt her cunt grow hotter. She closed her eyes, remembering his handsome face, the monstrous frame, that deliciously thick bulge in his crotch.
"Oh... Mr. Moore," she whispered, dropping her right hand to her thighs. She teased herself for several seconds, barely inching her fingertips around the throbbing mound of pussy. Finally, she stabbed her middle finger under her panties and pulled the elastic away. A steamy warmth burned over her flesh. "Fuck me, Mr. Moore," she whimpered, scooting further up the bed.
She pulled the spread back and buried her face in the pillow, now able to smell his body. She flicked her tongue out and ran it over the soft material, pretending it was his hairy chest. She explored further inside her swollen pussy and felt the muscles pucker, sending a quick rippling spasm forward.
"I'll bet you've got a whole lot of dick to fuck me with," she murmured, now humping against her hand. "Just... split my little pussy into a million pieces, you big bull!"
She suddenly yanked her skirt up above her waist and pulled her panties down, revealing the smoldering patch of blonde-colored cunt hair. She spread her thighs slightly and bent Her knees, then watched as her tight pussy gobbled around her finger.
"Yes! God, yes!" she panted. "Shove it to me and rip me open! I want... want your big cock inside me!"
She writhed and bucked wildly now, feeling delicious tremors race up and down her spine. And although the sensations were somehow empty, she couldn't seem to stop her finger for several moments. Finally, she relaxed and felt her blood surge with satisfying warmth. She pulled her panties up and rearranged her skirt, glancing almost guiltily about the room.
She eased off the bed and looked in the mirror, running her fingers through the ash-blonde hair, wondering if she should, indeed, get it cut as her mother had suggested. Maybe it was a little out of style, but she liked it long. It hung to the small of her back, cascading over her shoulders like a silky waterfall. Because it was so light, it made her brown eyes look almost black.
"Would you like these?" she asked an imaginary Mr. Moore as she cupped her tits. The upturned mounds were firm and perfectly shaped, perhaps her best feature. "Oh, I would just love for you to... "
She heard the front door open and quickly scurried out of the room, careful to close the door as she left. As an afterthought, she raced back inside and straightened the spread, then rushed from the room, her heart in her throat.
"Debby?" she heard the deep, masculine voice call out. A loud crash echoed almost immediately, followed by the sound of giggling. "Oh... Debbyeeeeeee!" he called again.
"I'm up here, Mr. Moore," she yelled, "I was just checking on Jason."
"Thash uh good girl," he said, slurring his words. He then looked up, his eyes barely focusing. "I'm drunk," he said, then flopped down on the couch.
"How's your wife?" Debby asked, descending the stairs. "Did she have the baby yet?"
"Yep," he answered. "Got myself a gittle lirl." He laughed, shaking his head. "No... I mean... a... little... girl," he repeated, saying each word carefully.
"That's wonderful," Debby said excitedly.
"Thanks," the man said, rising, then flopping back down. He took a deep breath, squinted his eyes, and on the second try managed to stand. "Better call you a cab," he murmured. "Too drunk to drive. My brother dropped me off. Don't have a car anyway."
"That's OK," Debby said, sitting down near him. "I called my folks and told them I might have to stay the night. They understood completely, and said they wouldn't wait up."
"You gonna spend the night?" the man asked, cocking his head to one side. "That's sweet, baby."
"I'll fix your breakfast and take care of Jason so you can sleep late," Debby said. "That is... if you want me to," she added, trying to hide the lump in her throat.
"Perfect," he said, stumbling toward the stairs. He took about three steps, then began falling backward. When Debby jumped from the couch and braced him, he turned and treated her to an idiotic smile. "Thanks. I needed that."
Somehow, she managed to push him up the rest of the stairs and guide him toward the bedroom. When they reached the bed, he keeled over and was immediately asleep.
"My God, he did tie one on, didn't he?" Debby whispered. "Oh well, it's not every day a man's wife has a little girl," she added.
She was about to leave the room, but hesitated, feeling the familiar tingle inside her pussy. She looked down at his slack-jawed face and told herself she should at least make sure he was comfortable.
"Mr. Moore?" she asked, making sure he was asleep.
When her question was met with a snore, she leaned over and took his shoes off, then his socks. As the first of his bare flesh came into view, she had to sit beside him to keep her knees from buckling. She then took a deep breath and began pulling his clothes away. When he finally lay there totally naked, except for his shorts, she again stood.
"If I don't get out of here right now, I'll... " she whispered.
As she looked down at him, she felt a shiver of raw pleasure race into the back of her pussy. He was even more handsome like this, vulnerable and helpless. She studied his features more careflly and sighed, her lips parting. He looked like a Greek god, his body fairly rippling with muscles, even in sleep. She fought the urge to reach out and stroke his sculptured chest, to feel the taut flesh, but soon she saw her hand move as if controlled by some unknown force.
"Oh... God," she gasped when flesh touched flesh. She took a deep breath and lowered her fingers to his smooth, flat stomach. As the heel of her palm brushed against the waistband of his shorts, she felt a jolt of pleasure in the back of her throat. "I... I want to see what it looks like," she said, fingering the elastic.
Finally gathering the courage, she pulled the shorts away from his middle and down to his ankles, forcing her gaze to go with them. Then, as she flung them from the bed, she zeroed her vision in on his crotch. When the thick, meaty slab of cock came into view, she gave a whimper of ecstasy. It was huge! Richly veined, and slightly purplish, it barely pulsated against the inside of his thigh like a drowsy snake.
"Mr. Moore," she murmured softly, watching his crotch come closer to her face, finally realizing that it was her face lowering, and not his body coming up. "I... want you," she groaned, her lips now just inches from his prod.
When his loose foreskin brushed her lower lip, she felt the column of flesh jerk slightly, then "pump to life. She pulled her face back and watched it grow, fascinated and amazed. When the tip of it finally throbbed against his belly button, she reached around the shaft with both hands and gently held it at a right angle to his stomach.
"Jesus... God!" she said. "It's the biggest thing I've ever seen in my life!"
Without really consciously knowing what was happening, she gulped the end of his prick between her lips and twisted her head around. Her eyes fluttered shut with hunger and anticipation as the heady aroma of his crotch burned into her nostrils. She darted the tip of her tongue under the sheath of rubbery skin and inhaled the acrid flavor of dried piss and cum.
"Mmmmm," she gurgled, allowing more of his meat to slide into her mouth. When the wiry crotch hairs finally brushed over her lips, she pulled back up, keeping only the meaty cockhead inside. "Delicious," she grunted.
The man moved suddenly, spreading his legs. As he did, Debby jerked back and looked at his face. Then, after what seemed hours, she cautiously put the end of his cock back between her lips and gobbled it down. When the hard texture of his shaft pierced between her tonsils, filling the back of her throat with an unbearable ache, she didn't care if he woke or not.
She positioned herself between his legs and cupped his furry balls, rolling them over her cheeks as she chewed down to the thick base of his dick. She could feel the delicate vibrations of a load of hot, steamy cum, and the sensations were almost as wonderful as the taste of his cock. She squeezed her legs together and gave a throaty gasp as her clit expanded, ready to burst with pleasure.
"Ohhhh," she whispered, now working her mouth up and down his shaft with greater speed, filling the room with sucking noises.
The man moved slightly, raising his left knee. And although Debby felt she should stop, she didn't. In fact, she even increased the the momentum of her sucking. He then threw his leg over her shoulder and turned on his side, pulling her with him. He began humping his ass back and forth, his snores now punctuated with short grunts.
"Oh... yes!" Debby murmured, then froze as he rolled completely over, trapping her beneath his huge, hulking frame. When her face and shoulders were fully engulfed with his hard, hairy body, she gave a cry of nearing orgasm, arching her back.
"Suck," the man moaned, gouging his prick in and out of Debby's open mouth. "Mmmmm... suck, baby."
Debby began working with him, thrusting her face upward each time he hammered down, taking the entire slab of cock into her throat.
"Yes!" she gasped, running her fingers between his legs to his bobbing ass. "Fuck my mouth!"
She spread his asscheeks slightly and rubbed her fingertips over the hairy button of his shitter, pressing him harder against her face. Her insides were now churning, ready to explode with release. He was beginning to punch harder, digging his cockhead between her tonsils with savage stabs.
"Baby, baby," he groaned, lowering his hands to the back of her head.
When Debby felt her head sandwiched between his hands and his crotch, her pussy burst with a gigantic shower of pure, raw ecstasy. Every square inch of her tunnel seemed to burn wildly, sending a steamy warmth toward the puckered opening. A couple of seconds later she felt a stream of juice seep from the bottom of her slit, gluing her panties to her pussy hairs.
But what she thought was wonderful was nothing, compared to what happened next. His prick began to pulsate to an ever greater size, totally filling up her mouth and throat. And just when she was certain her cheeks would rip open, he shot the first of his massive load across her tongue.
"Mmmfff!" she choked, arching her back, completely burying his rock-hard dick to the hilt.
"Ohhh... fuck," Mr. Moore grunted, now slapping his body up and down furiously, his cock emptying of the heavy release. "Suck... suck... "
Debby gobbled hungrily, but even her eager mouth couldn't take it all. Soon, twin streams of silvery fluid shot from the corners of her lips, rolling down her cheeks. The back of her throat was like an erupting volcano, sloshing with fiery cream, some of it even blasting upward, behind her nose, where it dribbled from her nostrils.
The man gave a final grunt, stabbing in the last of his climax, and heaved a sigh, squirming his ass around. Finally, he stopped all movement, crushing her beneath his weight.
Debby lay beneath him for several more minutes, gasping for air, hardly able to comprehend what had happened. I just sucked his cock! she thought. I licked out Mr. Moore's cum and drank it down!
Reluctantly, she pulled from beneath him a few moments later and sat up, scooping the stray gobs of cum from her neck and shoulders. As she licked them into her throat, she could feel another raw throb of hunger burn throughout her body, centering in the back of her pussy.
"Oh, I just wish I could have had you fucking your dick inside me," she gasped, fingering her slicked-up hole. As another ripple of nearing climax throbbed around her knuckle, she leaned over and licked her tongue into the crack of his ass. "Mmmmmmm, you'll never know how good you were," she murmured.
When her pleasure subsided slightly, she stood up on wobbly legs and made for the door. She gave him one last glance, memorizing the angles of his body, then walked down the hall toward the guest room. Moments later, as she pulled the cool sheets around her body, she wondered if he would remember anything of what she had done.