Chapter 4
"You going out, Frank?" Debbie asked her husband. "I thought there was a game on TV tonight."
"No, uh-uh, no game," Frank answered.
"Then where are you heading?"
"Gonna have a few beers with the boys down at the bowling alley," Frank said. "You don't mind, do you, Hon?"
"Have a ball, tiger," Debbie grinned, standing on her tiptoes to kiss her tall husband on the cheek.
When Frank left, Debbie immediately started thinking about how to take advantage of being left on her own. Too bad she hadn't known in advance Frank was going out, she thought, or she really could have whipped something up. Sometimes, though, the unplanned pick-ups turned out to be the best.
Debbie considered calling Sheila to suggest that the two of them go out and cruise the bars, but decided against it. Because of her rape Sheila was still afraid to go out at night, and she and Debbie would probably wind up checking into the nearest motel and getting it on with each other like a couple of hardcore dykes.
"Tonight I'm getting me a man," Debbie promised herself. "The most macho stud I can find. I'm going to get myself fucked by the biggest, strongest prick around."
Her pussy tingling with anticipation, Debbie changed into a t-shirt and tight jeans, with no bra or panties underneath. She looked and felt funky.
She drove to a redneck bar she'd heard about. It looked like a bomb shelter, a rectangle of cinder blocks with garish neon smudges haphazardly decorating it. The Till Two Club it was called, squatting in no man's land between two suburban subdivisions. The area had been dubbed Beer-can Gulch by the locals.
Debbie thought slut thoughts as she jiggled into the Till Two. That was the role she would be playing tonight. The kind of chick who left a musky scent in her wake. Who reeked raw sensuality. Who instantly stirred the cock of almost any man who laid eyes on her. •
Sliding up to the bar, Debbie told the bartender she wanted a short beer.
"You can live higher than that," the bartender laughed. "Order anything that suits your fancy, little lady, I guaran-damn-tee it that you won't have to pay for it."
Debbie glanced around the smoky room. There were only men, all leaning forward in her direction, staring. If it hadn't been for the bartender's comments, Debbie could have easily concluded she'd wandered into a gay bar.
"When was the last time these boys saw a woman?" Debbie cracked.
"This rapist thing's really cut down on my, uh, female clientele," the bartender answered. "Chicks are scared to go out and have a good time as long as that maniac's loose. You don't look afraid of nothin', though."
"When I get restless, nothing can keep me at home," Debbie sexily purred. "Now what about that drink?"
"Scotch on the rocks?"
"Groovy."
The man who wound up paying for Debbie's drink was a rawboned construction worked named Red. Debbie wouldn't have minded leaving with him for a fuck in his pick-up truck, except that tonight she had promised herself something special.
So, drink in hand, Debbie circulated. Red followed her, he knew everybody in the place and introduced her around.
They had names like Luke, Spike and Mickey. All had grease under their fingernails and revealing bulges at the tight crotches of their faded jeans. They were so alike that Debbie couldn't make up her mind which one appealed to her the most. Then she had an idea.
"Listen, Red," she whispered into her guide's ear when they had made the rounds, "how about me and you and some of your friends going somewhere?"
"Yeah, Babe, I can dig it," Red drawled. "You name it. Where you wanna.go?"
"There's a motel down the road," Debbie answered without hesitation. "I'm leaving for there now. You follow me with some of your friends and we'll have ourselves a private party."
"I get your drift, baby," Red rasped, openly massaging his swollen crotch.
"That's my boy," Debbie purred, rubbing against Red like an alley cat in heat. "Just one last thing."
"Whatever you want, Babe." "Don't bring along anybody who doesn't have a big cock."
The caravan was on its way within minutes. Arriving at the motel first, Debbie checked into room 4-A, telling the clerk she was expecting visitors. They'd pay, she said. She could tell from his eyes the clerk was hip to what was going down, and that he was envious.
"If there's any commotion," Debbie finished up with the clerk, "you feel free to poke your head in and check things out. Then, when you've done that, you feel free to just waltz right inside and do what you have to do, Sweetheart."
She left the office with the key jingling in her hand and her ass swinging. She could hear the horny desk clerk panting.
Alone in the room, Debbie quickly stripped. Checking herself out in a mirror, she fondled her tits and spread her thighs for a peek at her cunt. It was pink and glistening, a pussy hungry for fucking.
Gang-fucking.
When Red and his pals showed up, Debbie was spread-eagled on the bed. There was a pillow under her ass, and her wide-open pussy was aimed toward the door.
"Shit motherfuck, look at this!" the first man in the room yelped when he eyed Debbie's brazen fuck-me pose. "Fellas, I believe we've died and gone to heaven!"
There were four guys, and they didn't waste any time getting down to business. Boots were kicked off, shirts untucked, unbuttoned and flung away, jeans pulled off. Each and every one of them had at least a nine-inch cock.
"How'd I do?" Red asked Debbie, his own hard-on fringed at the root by a fiery clump of burnt-orange pubic hair. "Enough action for you?"
"Looks good so far," Debbie crooned. "Of course I'll have to do a little testing before I can tell for sure."
There was no way the horny male quartet could decide who should go first. So they all got into bed at once with the spread-legged temptress who had lured them here.
Debbie could more than dig it. The prospect of sucking and fucking four cocks simultaneously was a challenge she could not resist.
Debbie reached out for the nearest prick. It belonged to Red. She clutched the throbbing tool against her tits, nudging the fat cock-head against a nipple.
"Mmmmmm, that feels good," Debbie sighed, as Red knelt astride her. "Now stick your prick between my tits, stud. 1*11 squeeze my boobs together and you move it, just like you had your dick in my cunt. I haven't been tit-fucked in a long time."
"You're a tricky one, ain't you, gal?" Red laughed as he dropped his stiff dick into the gorge between Debbie's big tits.
Debbie pushed her tits together. They caught Red's hard-on in their grip and started rubbing. When he reacted by working his cock back and forth, Red got friction as good as he would have had from any twat.
Now that Red was in the groove, it was somebody else's turn. Debbie beckoned a second prick toward her, making its owner moan when she massaged his balls with the palm of her hand and snaked a finger up the sweaty crack of his butt and tickled his asshole.
"Where would you like to fuck me best with your big dick?" Debbie flat-out asked the panting guy.
"The minute I walked through the door and seen your pussy, I wanted to get my prick inside there and ball the damn bejesus outta you," the guy rasped, his voice hoarse with raunch.
"Well then, get to it, stud," Debbie urged. "Get on down there between my legs and stick your prick in my pussy. Fuck my cunt with your big cock!"
The guy shifted into fucking position with such speed that it appeared as though he feared Debbie might change her mind and delegate her twat to one of the other available cocks. Once the head of his prick entered the gash of Debbie's cunt, the penetration was swift and deep. Debbie's pussy was being fucked to the hilt almost before she knew it by a hard-on that was as long and thick as any she could wish for.
The arrangement was like this now: Red was straddling Debbie's torso, fucking her tits with his pumping cock; lined up behind him, the second guy knelt between Debbie's spread legs, working his prick deep in her spasming pussy. On the sidelines, there were two guys--two hard-ons--left.
Debbie urged the remaining two pricks toward her mouth. She would give them a double blow-job.
"Yes, that's it, both of you feed me your cocks," she instructed. "Don't worry, I can eat both of them at the same time. Maybe not deep-throat them, but I'll suck out the cum. You boys won't miss out on a thing."
The remaining pair of guys knelt on either side of Debbie's head, their prick intersecting at her mouth. Debbie took a dick in each hand, bending them just enough so their fiery knobs pulsed against her lips. Then her lips unhinged, and the pair of cock-heads abruptly packed her generous mouth, swelling her cheeks.
There was nothing left now to do but get it on. Debbie and her four studs were like a rusty machine at first, getting used to meshing their gears, but things soon fell into place. The bed-springs squeaked from their oversized burden as Debbie took the cocks with her tits, pussy and mouth, expertly reacting to the four-way dicking.
"Baby, your cunt is the tightest thing I've ever fucked," the guy balling Debbie's pussy gasped during the action.
"I'll take these tits anytime," Red joined in.
The two guys getting their cock-heads sucked just groaned in wonder at Debbie's oral talents. She couldn't swallow much of their pricks past the crowns, but she more than made up for the lack of penetration with a raspy tongue that wouldn't quit.
Debbie was servicing the cocks so well that it was only a short matter of time before one of the men came. Red indicated that he would be the icebreaker.
"Before tonight I wouldn't have believed I could shoot my wad so fast balling a set of tits," he croaked. "But, goddamn, it's gonna happen!"
His prick lurched and strained in a tell-tale fashion, and seemed to expand an extra inch. Debbie couldn't tell Red how she wanted him to handle his eruption while she was busy sucking two other dicks, so she had to take matters into her own hands to get her message across.
Abruptly she stopped squeezing her tits, letting them fall to either side of her ribcage so Red's cock was freed. Now Debbie wrapped her fingers around that cock, jacking it off just over her chest, drawing its cream.
"Oh, baby, I'm gonna come all over you if you keep this up," Red gasped. "It'll be a real mess.
But I guess that's just what you want, you horny bitch."
Red had it right on the money. Debbie wanted to feel his hot cum splashing all over her tits, a shower of jism. A few more strokes from her hand-job on Red's pulsating hard-on and she got just that.
Red's cock was angled upward when it blew. The cum lofted, then rained all over Debbie's tits. She jiggled her ivory mounds as the jism splattered. The globs of cum slid across her jugs like beads of water on an oily surface.
Then, when Red's prick was drained, Debbie let go of it and spread a hand over each breast, circulating them so the cum was spread all over. When she was finished, her tits were sticky and sparkling with smeared jizz.
"Oh, shitfuck, fuckshit, I said it before and I'll say it again. You horny bitch!" Red blurted, now an onlooker yet scarcely less involved in the action than when he was actually fucking Debbie's tits. Having unloaded a cockful of jism, he quickly became a cheerleader.
Red's tapped the buy fucking Debbie's twat on the shoulder. After his experience coming all over Debbie's tits, Red couldn't resist offering a kinky suggestion.
"When you're ready to cream in her cunt, pull out at the last second," Red told his friend. "Spray your jizz all over her. Thigh to thigh. This dame likes it sloppy, funky and low-down. She'll dig your cum all over her crotch as much as she dug mine all over her big tits."
Debbie overheard this and hoped Red's friend would heed the advice. She had a picture of herself when the gang-bang was over, sopping from head to toe with the jizz from four cocks.
The guy fucking Debbie's cunt had been pumping his cock in a steady tempo for some time. Now his tempo speeded up, the cock-thrusts deeper and more frequent.
"Gonna blow!" the guy blurted.
"Then yank your cock out of her twat, like I said," Red urged. "Shoot it all over her. Nice and sloppy. This bitch likes to wallow in cum."
"Okay, here goes!" the cunt-fucker announced.
He tugged his angry, red hard-on from Debbie's pussy, pulling the crown a couple of inches from her gash. A silvery jet of cum streamed from his cock-head, splashed the center of Debbie's crotch, and streamed down the slot of her pussy lips.
As the prick kept creaming, its owner sprayed its discharge up and down Debbie's snatch, and from loin to loin. By the time the eruption had slowed to a trickle, Debbie's cunt was speckled with cum from the upper fringe of her pussy hair to the crack of her ass.
Now Debbie's hand took over between her legs. She spread the deposit of jism all around, smearing up as high as her belly button, and low enough to moisten the throbbing pucker of her asshole.
"Christ, what a woman," the guy whose cum was being spread reacted. "Just watching her's almost as good as fucking anyone else. How long have you known this chick, Red?"
"Just met her tonight," Red answered. "Do you think I'd have waited this long to set this up if I'd known her before? Hell, this is the kind of woman a pimp would turn over the pink slip of his fucking Eldorado for."
"Oh, no," Red's friend laughed. "This one's too horny to ever be a hooker. She'd fuck and suck away all the profits. Drive her pimp crazy by giving it all away for nothing."
Debbie heard all this and smiled inside. These boys had it exactly right, she thought with satisfaction. Sex was an end in itself as far as she was concerned. Sex was her main reason for existence.
And now there were the two cocks in her mouth to take care of. Their heads were hot with excitement, obviously ready to spit whenever Debbie willed it. She would do just that.
Debbie grabbed both pricks, removing them from between her lips and aiming them at her face as she jacked them off. She didn't have to beat meat long. First one cock, then the other, erupted, twin spurts of scalding jism splashing her features.
Debbie wagged her head from side to side. She took the dual onslaught of male cream from ear to ear.
By the time it was over Debbie's face was a dripping mask of jism. She licked her lips, taking up a tongueful of cum and then sucking it into her mouth, thirstily gulping as it slid down her throat.
"Well, Baby, you did it," Red voiced his approval. "Don't know how, but you took all four of our cocks, all of our cum. Hot damn, you're something . . . you should see yourself."
"I will ... I will," Debbie sighed and then crawled off the bed, tottering toward the mirror.
She loved what she saw. The syrupy jism was shining on her face. Dribbling from her nipples, it trickled down the slope of her tits to her belly. Farther down, it streaked down her inner thighs past her knees.
"Thanks, boys," she crooned. "You gave me just what I wanted. I feel good all over."
To underscore her pleasure, she put one hand on a tit, the other on a thigh. She slowly drew the hands together. The mirror reflected her fingers meeting at her stomach, massaging cum into the soft roll of flesh there.
Debbie was the funkiest thing any of the men watching her had ever seen. And she knew it--it was the cornerstone of the kinky game she was playing.
"Well, boys, what now?" Debbie turned and asked, her lips connected by spidery strands of cockcream as she spoke. "Seems to me those big cocks of yours ought to be pretty well rested. I'm ready for more fucking and sucking if your boys can fill the bill."
Horniness electrified the air. Before any of the men could respond, though, an urgent knock intervened.
"Open up!" somebody growled on the other side.
When nobody in the room responded, the door was kicked in. A slender but ominous figure was waiting there, a ski mask hiding his face. The double-barreled shotgun he was holding could have cut everyone in the room in half at such close range.
It looked, smelled and felt like a hold-up. Until the intruder spoke.
"You assholes can leave," the man with the shotgun sneered at Red and his friends. "I don't want your money. Just the girl."
Red and his friends immediately assumed they were in the same room with the rapist who had been terrorizing the area. Perhaps if the shotgun hadn't been involved, somebody would have tried to be a hero. But under the circumstances, the only reward promised to be a front-page obituary after the coroner scraped the dead volunteer's guts off the walls.
"Sorry, Babe, this is between you and him," Red lamely muttered in Debbie's direction. "Nothing the rest of us can do but get the hell out of here."
"I understand," Debbie replied, surprisingly unruffled. "You four dudes split while you can still save yourselves. I can handle it."
"Get moving!" the interloper barked at Red and company, waving the shotgun.
Snatching up their clothes, Red and his friends bolted out the door, glad to be alive as they fled into the night.
"That's it, you chickenshit bastards, just keep running!" the gunman called after them, then laughed at the commotion he had caused as he kicked the door closed behind him.
Debbie had remained calm through it all, almost eerily so.
She drifted toward the gunman and swung the barrel of his weapon to one side, treating it as if it were a harmless toy.
"I've been expecting you," she said. "What took you so long?"
Then, with no resistance, she pulled away the gunman's mask and grinned seductively into the face of the desk clerk.
"H-how did you know?" he stammered.
"I saw it in your eyes when you rented me the room. I knew you couldn't stay away from me," Debbie crooned. "But you really didn't have to come on so strong, you know. The others wouldn't have minded an extra man, and I sure wouldn't have kicked about a fifth cock."
"I wanted you all to myself," the desk clerk said, his eyes roving over Debbie's cum-smeared body. "The more I thought about you making it in here with those apes, the hornier I got. Couldn't control myself. This place is always being robbed, so we keep a shotgun under the desk--I decided to use it."
"I'm a lot more interested in your big cock," Debbie teased.
She paused, letting the clerk's excitement build. His crotch bulged.
"Nobody's fucked me in the ass yet tonight," Debbie purred, pointedly staring at his bulge. "Appears you're the man for the job, if my eyes don't deceive me."
She led the desk clerk to the bed. Quickly his pants were off, his hard-on looming as Debbie knelt before him. Her asscheeks were spread wide-open.
The desk clerk stuffed his cock-head into Debbie's tightest hole and shoved. Debbie urged him not to stop pushing until he was butt-fucking her to the hilt.
"Sweet fucking Jesus, that feels so good," Debbie groaned with appreciation as her ass was filled by inch after inch of fat dick. "It's times like this when I think taking a big prick up my ass is the best way of all to fuck."
"I'll ball you any way, any place I can get it," the desk clerk answered, ramming his dick into the depths of Debbie's rippling shithole.
"I'll bet you tell that to all the tramps who check into this dump," Debbie chuckled.
"No, you're different from them. This is the first time I've ever done anything like this," the desk clerk revealed. "You're . . . well, something special. For a few seconds there, I was almost ready to really waste those four guys who'd been fucking you. Jesus, I was insane with jealousy, and I didn't even know you. With a woman like you around, anything can happen.
Debbie thought about what he had said for a moment, especially the last sentence. A woman around whom anything could happen. Was that really her? Yes.
"Yes!" she blurted. "I am that kind of woman.
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And proud of it!"
The desk clerk was so swept up by Debbie's celebration of her sexuality that he found himself coming without any conscious effort. All of a sudden his cock was just spurting on its own, flooding the channel of Debbie's ass with hot, thick, plentiful cum.
"God, am I getting off!" the desk clerk whooped.
"Ooooooh, Christ, me too-ooooo!" Debbie howled with a smashing climax of her own.
His prick jammed to his balls in Debbie's ass, the desk clerk shot his final wad of jism. He then squirmed on her back, his chest and belly finding no traction against her slippery flesh. He zigged when he meant to zag and toppled, bringing Debbie down under him.
They lay side by side. After they rested they would get it on again, of course. The clerk wanted to prove he could ball Debbie as well by himself as the four men he had chased away had done. And Debbie was more than willing for him to try.
Before long, her cunt, tits and mouth were all fucked again. The desk clerk wound up coming four times. He would go to his grave remembering this extraordinary night, confident he had proved something of utmost importance to himself.
But the big winner was Debbie. And the desk clerk was just part of her triumph. For she had fucked and sucked five men on this memorable evening, a new record even for her. She couldn't wait to tell her diary about it.