Chapter 2
"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.