Promises Broken
Posted: December 12th, 2011 | Author: Jeffrey | Filed under: Hardcore Stories | Tags: Hardcore, Story |Debbie was completely divided over her night with Kyle. The guilt of having cheated on her husband with one of his best friends was like a rope around her neck, choking off her breath. At the same time the heights of ecstasy she had reached that night were so far beyond anything she had ever encountered that it made it impossible to truly regret. Or forget.
When her husband, Paul, returned from his business trip a few days later, she was so glad to see him that she was afraid she would make him suspicious with her enthusiasm. But while she was guilty, it wasn’t only guilt that made her welcome him home with such abandon. In the days between Kyle’s visit and Paul’s return she had ample time to reflect on things, and she came to a conclusion or two. First, if her sex life with Paul were what it should be, nothing would have ever happened. She knew she shared the blame equally with him there. And second, that incredible night with Kyle had left her very horny.
For several weeks after Paul’s return from that trip their sex life had the spark it had when they were first married. Debbie went out of her way to do more to excite him. She dug out a sexy negligee that she hadn’t worn for him in eons; she had semi-spontaneous sex with him a couple times as soon as he got home from work; and one time, while they were sitting on the couch watching a movie, she just pulled his cock out and sucked it.
Debbie loved the way things were going between them during this period. Her extra efforts to please her man made her feel good about herself, eclipsing any guilt. And at the same time it encouraged Paul to be more attentive to her needs than he had been in a while. The result was one of the best stretches of their marriage—some days (and nights) Debbie felt she could just burst with love for him.
As wonderful as the affection and sex were though, it was only a matter of time before the inevitable comparisons began to arise in her own mind. Debbie couldn’t ignore the fact that she was having the best sex of her marriage with Paul, and yet it could not equal that wild, lustful evening she had had with Kyle.
There were physical reasons, of course: Kyle was a muscular six-foot one to Paul’s soft-in-the-middle five-ten. And Kyle’s thick nine inch cock dwarfed the respectable, if less-than-intimidating, member of her husband. But that wasn’t it.
It was Kyle’s arrogance. That look in his eyes that said he never doubted his ability to charm his way into any woman’s pants. And more… his ability to make them want to please him; do whatever he wanted. Debbie still tingled as she recalled looking up from her knees into his bright blue eyes. Somehow his look had told her that he knew what she would do before she did herself.
Debbie had resented Kyle on a level bordering on hate before that night. Now she was starting to resent him again, but for totally different reasons. She had disliked, perhaps even hated him then for being a womanizer in general and in particular for dating her sister. So many times Debbie had seen Kyle with beautiful, if brainless, bimbos who looked at him in a way that was just short of worship. To see her own sister fall into that category had eaten at Debbie’s insides like acid.
Now though, Debbie’s resentment of Kyle was far different in nature. While she still clung to the old grudges, she had a new reason to respond with disdain to the sound of his name. He had given her something she had badly needed; something she could not ask for again while maintaining any dignity or self-respect. But something she found herself craving nonetheless. It was galling to say the least.
* * * * *
It had been almost six months since that night with Kyle and Debbie found herself lying awake and unsatisfied beside her snoring husband. He hadn’t been very energetic in his love-making tonight and his efforts never came close to bringing her to orgasm. In spite of how good things had been, Paul and Debbie had slowly fallen back into old patterns. They were once again having sex in routine ways, at routine times.
The worst part was, Debbie acknowledged, was that it was her fault. They had been having wonderful, spontaneous sex. Both of them had been putting more effort and energy into keeping things fresh and exciting. Debbie had been the one whose interest had waned. She had worried all along that she might have been trying to recreate the excitement of that night with Kyle, something Paul would never be able to give her. And once it became obvious that she couldn’t achieve that level with her husband, it broke her heart to keep trying. Soon they were back where they had been before,
Debbie climbed out of bed and slipped into the bathroom. She turned on the light and looked at herself in the full-length mirror on the back of the door. Her blonde hair fell straight down to her shoulders, framing her high cheekbones, delicate nose and deep green eyes. Her breasts, 36-C’s, were firm, her nipples stiffening in the cool night air. Her body narrowed at the waist before flaring out into generous hips and a round ass supported by supple thighs. A tuft of silky blonde hair covered the inviting mound between her legs. All in all, she had to say for thirty-two she still looked damn fine and damn fuckable.
But it wasn’t that Paul didn’t want to fuck her, or that she didn’t want to fuck him. The problem was that he simply didn’t, or couldn’t, take her to that place where she had once been.
* * * * *
A few weeks later Paul and Debbie were hosting their first barbecue of the new season. Naturally, Kyle had been invited and, naturally, he had brought one of his customary dates. Her name was Krissy, but Debbie couldn’t help but think of her as Barbie. She was a bleach blonde with a Barbie Doll figure and a tittering, nervous way of giggling. And she, like the others before her, had that infuriating way of behaving like Kyle was the center of the universe.
Debbie maintained the cool, distant attitude toward him that she always had before, although this time it was not so effortless. Emotions warred within her, strong emotions that wanted to sneak out in the form of a sudden sharp comment or involuntary facial expressions. The fact that he behaved toward her the same way he always had only made things more difficult. Had it meant so little to him that he could so nonchalantly pretend nothing had happened? Was she really just another notch on the bedpost to him?
Her own reactions bothered her. Of course Kyle was treating her as he always had. Debbie herself had told him to! Maybe she was just another lay to him. So what? How did she think it was supposed to be?
She was standing in the kitchen, looking out the window at him as these thoughts raced about in her head. As Debbie watched, Kyle’s hand went to the bulge in the crotch of his pants and tugged at it a couple of times. His little Barbie watched and giggled, the sound causing the muscles in Debbie’s back to clench. And yet Debbie’s eyes remained on that bulge. Was she waiting to see if it grew?
To Debbie the party seemed to drag on forever. She only spoke a couple of times to Kyle, and both times were brief, polite exchanges. In neither instance did she make eye contact with him, maintaining her frosty exterior the way she always had. Once during the party though their eyes did meet. She had been standing maybe a dozen feet away from him, facing in his general direction, but not looking at him. Her eyes shifted over to him at the same time his fell on her. Their eyes locked on each other for a second longer than they should have before Debbie averted her gaze. She could feel the warmth rising in her cheeks, and maybe just a little tingle down below as well.
As the party wound down, Paul and Debbie walked around to the front of the house to see off the last of their guests. Kyle and Krissy were among them. Debbie watched Krissy (Barbie) hang on Kyle as he maneuvered her to his truck. She had put away three or four margaritas and now she was being pretty playful with him, even rubbing her hand on his crotch in front of the rest of them. Debbie was sure that even before they got to Kyle’s house, Krissy would be sucking his cock.
“I’ve got to run out and get some plastic wrap and disposable containers for the extra food, honey,” Debbie said to Paul as they started back inside. “We’ll clean all this up when I get back.” Paul had been putting down beers all afternoon and was clearly not interested in cleaning up just yet.
“Okay, babe. Don’t worry… won’t start without you.” He plopped himself into his recliner as Debbie grabbed her keys and headed out the door. She knew he would be sound asleep in about five minutes.
* * * * *
She pulled out and headed toward the store. But it wasn’t the store she was going to, was it? No, she didn’t really need more plastic wrap. And she knew that Paul would be all too happy to postpone cleaning up. She might have even realized he was drunk enough to fall asleep in his chair. Was she really that devious? Even with herself? Was she really going where she thought she was going? To Kyle’s?
Oh, be honest, Debbie told herself. You saw that silly little Barbie, the look in her eyes. She knew she was going back to Kyle’s place to have him pound her into a state of incoherent ecstasy. And you’re jealous!
Yes, maybe she was jealous. She turned and drove toward his house.
He lived just a few miles away and she was there in mere minutes. She drove past slowly, making sure they weren’t still in his truck. Then she parked a couple houses up the street and walked back. His street had no streetlights and his front porch light cast only a small halo of illumination, not enough to reveal her slipping into his back yard.
She had been here a few times with Paul, so she knew the general layout of the place. It was a small rancher with a den built off the back. The master bedroom was in the back as well. She figured they would probably be in one of those rooms.
The bedroom was dark, so Debbie peeked into through the window of the den. Sure enough, there they were. Kyle was sitting on his sofa with his jeans around his ankles. Krissy, wearing now only a bra and her denim mini skirt, was on her knees between his legs. Debbie watched the blonde head bob up and down on his massive tool, and felt herself getting wet. Krissy stopped a few times to kiss it, lick it and rub it sensually against her face. Then she began giving him a slow, steady sucking, her lips gliding down his cock and back up it again. Krissy’s eyes were closed as she took Kyle’s shaft deep into her mouth over and over.
Watching, Debbie denied to herself that that was what she wanted—to suck Kyle’s cock again. She wasn’t excited by the thrill of surrendering to him. She didn’t want to kneel before him as he stood over her, asking to please let her suck his cock and experience his dominance. The humiliation of knowing that she was just one of many, nothing special to him in any way—just another tart who would give him head; knowing that once she was on her knees, she would do whatever he wanted; despising him and yet being unable to refuse him—no, she definitely wanted no part of that. And she certainly didn’t want him to pump that massive rod of his into her and make her cum over and over again for her reward.
The blonde head in Kyle’s lap began to bob faster now and Debbie held her breath, anticipating at any minute he would cum. But he didn’t. Blowjob Barbie was sucking away as Kyle ran his hands through her hair and spoke to her. Debbie couldn’t hear what he said, but she was willing to bet Kyle called her a cock sucker. Debbie felt a warm flush as she remembered when Kyle had called her that, and how it had made her feel slutty and hot to be talked to that way. Debbie unbuttoned the top of her shorts and slipped her hand down into her panties, as her other hand cupped her breast. She was warm and wet, her clit aching to be caressed. She quickly obliged and felt the first tremors of orgasm begin to build inside her.
The girl was sucking hard and steady for five minutes, then ten, then fifteen. She showed no signs of letting up and Kyle for his part looked no closer to cumming. Debbie marveled at the patience and endurance of the little tart. She couldn’t imagine being able to keep up that pace herself for so long. She wondered if all of his bimbos were so talented. Or maybe it was a skill they practiced and developed just to please him? Hating herself for thinking it, Debbie wondered if her sister, Donna, had ever spent so long a time on her knees between this bastard’s legs.
After nearly twenty minutes, Barbie gave one last burst, bobbing furiously for nearly a minute or so before falling back on her heels, defeated and panting. Kyle stood and kicked off his jeans. The sight of his erect cock sticking straight out in front of him made Debbie’s insides tremble. Debbie gasped involuntarily at the length and thickness of his member; at how hard it was and at the thought that it had once been in her mouth, her pussy and her ass.
Kyle stood in front of his date now and slipped his hand behind her head, drawing her mouth down on his cock once again. Her wide eyes looked up at him as she obediently complied. Debbie moaned softly as she touched herself, remembering the feel of Kyle’s hand on the back of her head.
Then Kyle turned Krissy around and gently pushed her down onto her elbows, so her ass was sticking right up at him. Debbie saw Krissy’s hips tremble and buck as Kyle slipped a talented finger up into the wetness between her thighs. Then he was rubbing the head of his shaft at her opening as she pushed back, trying to get him inside her. When Kyle slowly slid his impressive manhood into her, Krissy began to buck and moan. As he started pumping her, she began to scream, a little at first, then building as her orgasm approached. The screaming, Debbie realized, was quite loud outside and suddenly she worried that a neighbor would look out to see what was going on. She hurried back to her car, buttoning her shorts as she ran.
* * * * *
Three weeks had gone by since the barbecue and Debbie was still reliving that night in her mind. She couldn’t stop thinking about that big, beautiful cock of his, shiny with his little tart’s saliva and sticking out hard and straight. She couldn’t help remembering the way his date had writhed as he put his tool in her. Debbie remembered the feel of Kyle inside her; the way he stimulated parts of her that had been untouched before or since.
It was well after dark one night and she was headed home on the road that ran past Kyle’s neighborhood. Acting on impulse, Debbie turned and drove past his house. His truck was in the driveway and a car was parked on the street in front of the house. Debbie, as she had done before, drove past his place and parked just up the street.
As she made her way around to the back of the house, she saw a dim light coming from the bedroom. She peered inside and sure enough, there was Kyle with a woman lying in bed. It was not Krissy, but a brunette Debbie noticed without much surprise. Kyle did not seem to stay with any woman very long.
The two were lying in bed under the sheets. Debbie judged by the expression on the girl’s face that they had just had sex. She watched for a while, but nothing happened. She did see the outline of Kyle’s cock under the sheets, not erect now, but still impressive. Disappointed, she left.
It was less than a week later that Debbie found herself creeping into Kyle’s yard yet again. This time she knew she was in luck—the same car was out front and Debbie could hear screams of pleasure coming from inside the house. She peered in the bedroom window and saw the brunette from the other night sitting astride Kyle. The girl was furiously bouncing up and down on his meaty shaft. Her hair, matted and sweaty, hung down in her face and her body trembled and spasmed with the pleasure of each deep thrust. Kyle’s hands kneaded her ample breasts as she forced him up inside of her over and over.
Debbie watched with her hand in her pants as Kyle rolled his girl over and took her from behind. With each jackhammer thrust the brunette moaned a little louder until she was screaming in orgasm. He continued to pump her after she had collapsed exhausted on the pillow. Debbie could see in the way her hips twitched and shoulders shook that another orgasm was on the way. It took time, but Kyle never slowed his pace and eventually the brunette was bucking and screaming as what must have been an incredible orgasm ripped through her.
Debbie thought they were done and was about to retreat to her car when Kyle drew his cock from the brunette still just as rock hard as when he put it in her. Hadn’t he cum? Debbie wondered. She watched as Kyle rolled his date onto her back and then he sat astride her chest. His shaft fell across her face and she wasted no time sucking it into her mouth. He slowly stroked himself as she bobbed on the end of it.
Suddenly he threw his head back and let out a throaty cry. Debbie could see the brunette’s forehead crinkle in a frown and knew her mouth was filling with Kyle’s cum. He continued stroking himself a moment or two longer before pulling his shaft from between her lips and rubbing it on her face. She made another face as she struggled to swallow his load, then took his cock in her mouth again and sucked it gently. Kyle’s shoulders shook as she coaxed every last drop out of him.
Debbie’s own mouth was tingling with the memory of tasting herself on Kyle’s shaft, of taking his load in her mouth. Her fingers slipped into her panties and gently stroked her clit. She felt the heat of desire between her legs and also the frustration of not being able to sate it the way she wanted. It was cruel to see that cock and know she could not have it. Not without totally sacrificing her dignity. How bad did she want it?
She hurried back to her car and drove home. Paul was not home. Tonight was his bowling night, which was why Debbie had decided to drive past Kyle’s in the first place. She went upstairs to change, but as she started undressing, she couldn’t help thinking about the scene she had just witnessed in Kyle’s bedroom. She felt the moistness between her legs as she slipped out of her pants; gave her breasts a playful squeeze as she tossed her bra aside. Then she was standing there in just her panties, one hand stroking herself through the fabric, the other cupping a breast. She couldn’t stand it any longer. She needed release.
She removed her panties in a single deft stroke and slipped a finger up inside herself. A surge of pleasure washed over her and she started toward the bed. Just as she was about to lay down, she had a sudden inspiration. Debbie knelt on the floor and tried to imagine Kyle standing before her, looking straight down into her eyes, slipping his hand behind her head and drawing her to him. Her fingers furiously rubbed her clit and she felt the warmth of orgasm building to crescendo. The warmth built to a fire as she opened her mouth, as if to take him in. Her body was starting to shake and a low moan escaped from her.
Just as she felt herself about to cum, she placed a finger from her other hand against her sphincter and pushed it gently but firmly inside. Her body contorted instantly in a wrenching orgasm. She pitched forward, falling to the floor as the wave rolled through her, wracking her with pleasure. When at last it passed, she lay there for several minutes gasping for breath.
As she lay reveling in the deliciousness of her orgasm, she wondered if this would be enough. Could a few minutes of fantasy answer her needs? If she could supplement it with occasional peeping tom excursions into Kyle’s yard? The orgasm she had just experienced had been good—her best in months—so it was easy to tell herself now that it was enough. But lurking somewhere inside her was the fear that it wasn’t so. Sooner or later, she’d have to up the stakes.
* * * * *
A week later Paul and Debbie were hosting another barbecue, and naturally Kyle was invited. He arrived with a woman that Debbie hadn’t seen before. She was a brunette, but not the one she had seen in his bed the other night. She wasn’t one of his typical dates, Debbie could tell almost immediately. She was a little older than his usual fare and lacked that starry-eyed way of looking at him. Her figure, however, was of the same voluptuous sort that Kyle always favored. She wore a short black sundress that revealed almost as much thigh as cleavage. Debbie noticed all the male guests at the party sneaking peeks at her.
Debbie’s sister, Donna, had also come to the party with her boyfriend, Stan. Donna and Stan had been together for almost a year, so Debbie had met him several times. He was sincere, thoughtful and good to Donna, and Debbie had taken a natural liking to him. As Debbie looked from Kyle and his date-of-the-week and then over at her sister and her boyfriend, she felt no small amount of relief that Donna was with a good man like Stan, and away from a self-esteem destroying womanizer like Kyle.
Debbie had prepared herself to be courteous, if a little cool, toward Kyle, as was expected. But when she saw Kyle and Donna talking, she nearly screamed at them from across the yard. Stan had wandered over to the grill to talk to Paul and Kyle’s date was nowhere in sight, leaving the two of them to converse privately. Debbie couldn’t imagine what they could be saying to each other. The way they were smiling and laughing together as they talked was causing Debbie to clench her fists and grit her teeth until her temples hurt. She forced herself to walk away, heading for the bathroom to compose herself.
When she came back, Donna was back over with Stan and Paul and Kyle and his girl were talking with another group of people. Debbie didn’t know if she would be able to hold her temper if the situation were to repeat. Fortunately, she didn’t have to find out.
Kyle’s girl had been whispering in his ear from the time the two had arrived. Debbie was sure she had seen the woman’s hands caressing his ass once or twice too. At any rate, Kyle, who was usually one of the last to leave, wound up being among the first to depart. Debbie, peeking out the window as they drove away, saw only Kyle in the truck. God! Debbie thought. Had she gone down on him right there in her driveway?
For the rest of the night Debbie offered to get Paul a beer any time she saw him without one. By party’s end, Paul was quite drunk. In fact, he was asleep in his recliner before the last few guests left. Ordinarily, Debbie would have been quite upset about him getting so intoxicated. Tonight, though she pretended to be embarrassed and angry, she hardly noticed. As soon as everyone was gone, she checked on Paul one last time. He was out, probably for the night. She grabbed her car keys and left.
As had become her pattern, she parked beyond Kyle’s house and walked back, creeping into his yard. The bedroom and den lights were both on and Debbie peered quickly into the bedroom. No one there. She turned and looked into the den and what she saw almost caused her to scream.
There, sitting on the couch with Kyle, was Donna. Debbie almost started pounding on the window, but stopped herself at the last instant. She looked in again. Yes, it was Donna sitting there with him, but both were fully dressed and they appeared to be just talking. Debbie let out her breath slowly, but was unable to unclench her jaw. What the hell was Donna doing here talking to him? Why wasn’t she with Stan? And where was the older brunette that Debbie had expected to see riding Kyle’s cock?
Debbie wasn’t sure what she was feeling. The anger of seeing her sister here and the disappointment of not getting to watch Kyle fuck that woman created a strange mix of emotions in her, neither feeling strong enough to overwhelm the other. In her confusion, she simply stood by the window and watched.
Kyle was sitting at one end of the couch, his back in the corner so he was partly facing Donna. She sat sideways in the middle of the couch facing him. As Debbie slowly took in the scene, she noticed a few details that helped to calm her. Donna still held her car keys in her hand and she had changed from the shorts she had worn to the party into a pair of jeans. And of course, Kyle had almost certainly fucked that other woman just a couple of hours ago. So maybe the two of them were just talking as friends.
But Debbie couldn’t make herself believe that. There was only one reason a woman would come to see Kyle. The two of them were smiling and laughing a lot, the way they had at the barbecue, and the cynic in Debbie didn’t see it as harmless friendship. Every once in a while, Donna’s hand would touch Kyle’s shoulder or thigh as they talked. It gave Debbie a cold feeling inside.
They went on talking that way for twenty minutes or more and Debbie was beginning to wonder if she had misjudged the situation. But then Donna leaned over and kissed him. Just a quick kiss, but it was followed quickly by another, far deeper and more passionate one. Debbie watched, mortified, as Kyle pulled Donna to himself and planted kiss after wet, sloppy kiss on her. Then Donna’s hands were undoing Kyle’s jeans and reaching inside. Stunned, Debbie could only stare slack-jawed as Donna pulled his member from his pants and began to stroke it.
Donna looked up at Kyle and said something that made them both laugh. He chuckled a reply as his cock grew firm in her hand. Donna had always had a dazzling smile, but Debbie couldn’t remember her smiling the way she was now, as she bent to place her lips on the head of Kyle’s cock. She kissed it gently, her eyes on his as she did. Then she wrapped her hand around the base of his thick pole and stroked upward. Debbie was too far away to see the precum, but when Donna licked the head of his cock, Debbie knew that’s what her sister was tasting.
Suddenly, Debbie realized that the window on the other side of the room was open. She had been watching through a picture window and had heard none of what the two inside had been saying. The window opposite would not give her as good a view—and might expose her to someone passing by in front of the house—but she would be able to hear them. As she hurried around to open window, the sound of Donna’s laughter reached her ears.
“Yes,” Donna giggled. “I remember.” She tried to put her mouth over him, but she was laughing and pulled away.
“And the conductor kept looking back?” Kyle asked.
“Mmmmm hhhmmmm” This time she managed to stifle her laughter and take him into her mouth. After a moment she slipped him out. “Do you think he knew?”
“Sure, why do you think he kept looking?” They both laughed again. Then Donna looked up at him, stroking him slowly.
“Mmmm, what I wouldn’t give to suck your cock on a train again!” She bent forward and closed her mouth around the head of his member and slowly slid down his shaft, taking almost three quarters of him into her mouth. Just as deliberately, she came back up and went back down again. She sucked him like that for a minute or so before suddenly sitting upright again.
“God you’ve got a great cock,” she said, reaching out and touching it like she was petting an animal. They weren’t laughing now, but Donna was still smiling as her fingers traced the vein in his shaft. “But I really should be going,” she added, her eyes and fingers still on his member.
Kyle stood up and moved in front of Donna, his erect shaft protruding out of his pants as if pointing at her. They looked into each others eyes for a moment, then Donna slid forward on the couch until her face was an inch from his hard cock.
“Go on, Donna. Suck my cock.”
Apparently, Donna did not need much encouragement. Her hands on his thighs, she leaned forward and wrapped her lips around him again. Donna’s eyes were closed now as she sucked Kyle deep into her mouth, slowly and steadily, over and over.
“Ah, yeah,” he breathed. “You always sucked a great cock.” She pulled him out of her mouth and smiled up at him.
“A big fat cock like this brings out the cocksucker in me,” she said and gave him a push that caused him to step back a couple of paces. He stood there watching as Donna slid to her knees in front of him.
“And you always looked so fucking good on your knees,” he said to her as he pushed his cock forward into her face. “Show me what a cocksucker like you does on her knees.”
Donna looked up at him and smiled as she tugged his pants down. As they fell to the floor she took his shaft in her hand and stroked it as she licked his balls. She slowly pumped him as she took first one of his balls, then the other gently into her mouth. His body shook with pleasure as her tongue caressed the underside of his shaft and his scrotum before working her way back to the sensitive area between his balls and anus. His fingers traced the sides of her face for a moment and then he plunged his hands into her hair.
Watching at the window, Debbie heard herself let out a stifled sigh. She was barely aware it had come out of her, but had Kyle heard it? He turned to look toward the window. Debbie quickly ducked back into the shadows, telling herself there was no way he could have seen her. She fought to get her breathing under control. Her heart was racing. And she was sopping wet.
She couldn’t believe she was getting turned on watching her sister with Kyle. But did it have anything to do with Donna, or was it just watching Kyle that made her so wet? She peeked through the window again, relieved to see that Kyle was no longer looking in her direction.
Donna’s eyes were closed now, her body rocking with the rhythm of her lips on his shaft as she took him deep into her mouth over and over again,. Kyle stood over her, breathing deeply and running his hands through her hair. Occasionally he would look down and watch her sucking on him. Then Donna started to moan between mouthfuls, her hand slipping down inside her unsnapped jeans.
“Take your pants off,” Kyle breathed in Donna’s ear as she continued her sensual pleasuring of his throbbing cock. She paused, looked up at him and laughed.
“Oh no, you don’t!” she said with a smile. “I shouldn’t even be doing this!” She resumed sucking his cock a little faster than before, as Kyle’s hands ran through her wavy brown hair.
“C’mon. Take them off,” he said again, gently caressing her cheek with his fingers. “You know I’ll make it worth your while.” Debbie watched her sister, knowing what would happen. If Kyle didn’t cum in the next minute or two, Donna surely wouldn’t be able to refuse him. Debbie knew she herself wouldn’t. Just looking at that incredible cock of his, shiny with saliva, was enough on its own. But Kyle had, whether Debbie liked it or not, a sort of primal attraction about him. He knew he could drive a woman to the heights of ecstasy, and it gave him that confident swagger that women responded to. Debbie might hate him for having that power over her, over Donna and over women in general. But that didn’t stop her from getting wet thinking about his cock and what he could do to her with it.
Sure enough, Donna stopped sucking and sat back on her heels, looking up at him as if trying to decide. But Debbie knew the decision was already made. As she watched, Donna slid her jeans and panties down, then, still on her knees turned around and leaned over the sofa. Kyle wasted no time positioning himself behind her, placing the head of his member against her swollen pussy lips. Donna was so wet already that his first thrust went more than halfway into her. She screamed as he drew out, took hold of her hips and pushed himself still deeper into her. Within a few strokes he was pounding his massive erection all the way in, eliciting scream after scream from Donna. She was rocking backwards into him, meeting his every stroke, forcing him still further inside of her.
Debbie saw her sister cum almost immediately, her body writhing and trembling. But Kyle never slowed down, driving his shaft into her over and over, even as Donna was spasming in orgasm. Her screams became moans, her eyelids fluttering, unable to stay open as he continued to electrify her with his cock. Her hands clenched the cushion of the sofa as her body shook with the pleasure she was feeling between her legs.
Debbie was marveling at Kyle’s endurance when he finally drew his cock out. Almost as soon as he had withdrawn it, Donna spun back around to face him and took his sticky shaft in her hand. With no hesitation, her lips parted and she took him into her mouth again. Debbie could hardly believe she was seeing this. And the way they did it, almost automatically, told her something too—they had done this before.
Debbie remembered the brunette he had seen with Kyle the week before; remembered the way he had cum in her mouth after he fucked her. Watching Donna sucking him now, Debbie wondered if he did that with all of his women. How the hell could he get a woman to do that for him? So many different women? But Debbie knew the answer. She herself had willingly dropped to her knees, eager to please him after the orgasms he had given her. Even as it stung her to see her sister do it, Debbie knew she would have done the same.
Donna may have been expecting him to cum in her mouth, but Kyle didn’t. He watched Donna suck him for a minute or two and then he pulled away. He turned toward the window, causing Debbie to duck back into the shadows again. A moment later, she heard her sister’s voice.
“Oh, no! Not that!” she heard Donna protest. “I can’t do that tonight.” Debbie peeked back in the window. Kyle had his back to it now, facing Donna, who still knelt on the floor. Kyle was holding something out to her, but Debbie couldn’t see what it was.
“Oh, yes,” Kyle told her. “You want it.” Debbie saw Donna’s eyes open wide, the smile gone from her face. Whatever they were talking about, Debbie was pretty sure her sis was going to go for it. Sure enough, Donna turned back to the position in which Kyle had just fucked her. But her movements were tentative, uncertain. She looked nervously over her shoulder at him.
“I don’t know,” she said half-heartedly, as Kyle once again got behind her. This time though, instead of slipping himself into her, he put something on his hand and rubbed it on his cock.
Oh my God! thought Debbie. He’s lubing up to fuck her in the ass! Indeed, not only did he lube himself, but he squirted some on Donna’s butt and began working it into sphincter with his fingers.
A minute later he was thrusting his cock into Donna’s ass, pushing it in as far as she could take it, over and over. Donna was screaming in a strangely hoarse voice, from what Debbie knew must be a combination of pleasure and pain. The muscles in her neck stood out as Kyle grabbed her hips and pulled her back onto his shaft, sliding it deep up into her ass. In moments she was rocking back against him in rhythm with his thrusts as almost all of his massive cock disappeared inside her. Then Donna stopped, her body writhing and bucking as she screamed in orgasm. In the height of her ecstasy Kyle held her firm against him, his pole buried in her sphincter as she spasmed with pleasure.
When he drew his cock out of her, it was still hard as a rock. Kyle still had not cum. He lifted Donna to her feet and then sat her on the couch. To Debbie, Donna looked dazed and exhausted, but she was clearly willing to let Kyle do with her as he pleased. He leaned her back on the couch and pushed her legs back as far as they would go, leaving Donna’s feet hanging above her head. Then he knelt at the edge of the sofa and pressed his beefy shaft to her asshole again.
She screamed even more hoarsely as he entered her ass again, her face contorting with the pleasure and the pain. Debbie could see tears trickling from the corner of each of Donna’s eyes. She was alternately clenching her teeth and gasping with each hammer stroke of his cock. He pounded her steadily, building her back up to another orgasm. Debbie wondered if she would cum yet again. Soon enough, she had her answer. Donna wrenched herself away from Kyle, almost throwing herself off the sofa. Her body shook as she let out a low, throaty moan. She lay there panting, bathed in sweat, still twitching and spasming as the thrill of orgasm slowly ebbed from her. Kyle knelt between her legs, rubbing his cock against her to elicit still more spasms of pleasure.
When at last Donna opened her eyes, Kyle stood up, leaned over her and kissed her tenderly on the lips. One of his fingers traced gently around her breasts and the fingers of his other hand slid softly through her hair, feathering it back behind her ear. They were both breathing heavily still, their bodies glistening with a sheen of sweat. Through the open window Debbie could smell the muskiness of her sister’s pussy.
“Go wash up and come back here,” Donna said to Kyle. He kissed her again before disappearing into the other room. He returned a few minutes later, toweling himself off. His cock was only half erect now, but even still, Debbie thought it looked incredible. Oh, to have that grow to full size in her mouth! Of course, that was exactly what Donna was about to experience.
Sliding from the couch to the floor, Donna knelt before Kyle. Her knees close together, hands folded in her lap, she leaned back on her heels and gazed up at him. Her expression was very open, almost wide-eyed, as she looked up into his eyes. His cock hung inches from her face, but she seemed not to realize. Her eyes saw only his and his hers. Whatever their eyes were saying to each other, for that moment in time, it seemed to exclude everything else around them.
Debbie looked at her sister, suddenly struck by how incredible she looked. Kneeling before this Adonis, Donna was an artist’s depiction of submissive feminine beauty. Utterly vulnerable, yet unflinching she conveyed with her eyes, her body, that there was nothing she wouldn’t give him at that moment to please him. To Debbie, she was simply beautiful.
Slowly, Donna took his cock into her mouth. As she gently sucked him, he swelled again to his full size, stretching her lips as he grew. She alternately licked his shaft and balls and sucked him into her mouth, all at a very unhurried pace. He ran his hands through her hair, his breath catching from time to time as her lips and tongue found particularly sensitive spots. After several minutes, she settled back on her heels and looked up at him.
“You’re going to have to cum,” Donna told Kyle. “As much as I’d love to stay here and suck your cock all night long, I can’t. So you have to cum.” He smiled, but said nothing. She gave him one last look before taking him back into her mouth. She went much faster now, bobbing on his beefy pole for all she was worth. It took several more minutes, but Donna never faltered. Debbie couldn’t help but think of the Barbie look-alike she had seen suck Kyle with such determination. At the time Debbie had wondered if her sister had ever given Kyle head like that. Now she knew.
But where Barbie had faltered, Donna did not. Kyle grunted and his face contorted as he came. Donna’s brow furrowed as his load filled her mouth. Then she swallowed and it was all over. His softening shaft slid from her lips and she sat back on her heels and smiled at him. He rubbed his cock against her face and a last drop of cum smeared across her cheek.
“Pig!” she laughed, getting to her feet. He smiled and kissed her, then they embraced for what seemed like a long time.
Debbie suddenly realized she had been here, away from home and her hopefully-still-passed-out husband for quite a while. She hurried off to her car and raced home. Fortunately, Paul was still where she had left him. She went about the business of cleaning up, knowing full well that she would have to have some release before she could sleep. Paul was obviously not going to be any use to her, but between her fingers and the image of Kyle’s cock, she would get what she needed.
* * * * *
For several weeks afterward, Debbie found herself hurrying home from work, so she would have time to masturbate before her husband came home. The few times in that span that she and Paul actually made love were unremarkable. Once she came, once she came close and the other times were good, but not that good. She had driven by Kyle’s house a couple of times as well. His truck was not there either time, but she told herself she wouldn’t have stopped anyway.
As the electric thrill of the episode slowly faded, Debbie’s mind began to wander to fantasies involving Kyle. Mostly they were variations on what she had already seen of him with other women, but occasionally she imagined scenarios that included herself. These always made her just a little uncomfortable. She told herself it was because she had cheated on her husband with this man and such daydreams naturally made her feel guilty. But part of her suspected it was because it was dangerous to think like that. What would happen when imagining it wasn’t enough anymore? Then what? Yes, it definitely scared her a bit.
It was during this period of fantasy and masturbation that Paul’s company sent him out of town for a couple of days. Debbie knew she had to stop what she was doing, that she couldn’t keep peeking in Kyle’s window and masturbating while thinking of him. At the same time, Paul being away seemed like too good an opportunity to pass up. She rationalized that she needed to get this out of her system while he was gone, so when he came back, she could give him the attention he deserved.
The first night Paul was gone, Debbie drove past Kyle’s house no less than four times, but his truck was gone and the lights out every time. The next she drove by a couple more times but he wasn’t home then either. She masturbated at least twice each day as she remembered what she had seen before. But it wasn’t the same. It wasn’t enough. She was surprised at how disappointed she felt. Did it mean that much to her to watch two people have sex? Was she that much of a voyeur?
Or did it have something to do with Kyle and the way he excited her? She thought about how she had always resented him for his womanizing, even though he was never anything but respectful to her. After their one night together, she had a better understanding of just why women responded to him the way they did. It didn’t help though that she now found herself in that category. He was an arrogant bastard that could seemingly get any woman to do anything for him that he wanted. What burned Debbie the most about it was that she was not immune to him. She had been a willing participant in the movement to please Kyle. She was alternately angry and excited when she recalled that moment when she first saw his cock, first tasted it. She couldn’t believe she had let him have what she wanted, and that angered her. But on the other hand, it had been so good. Had she ever been more turned on than when she got down on her knees for him and sucked that incredible cock of his?
Now Debbie’s husband was due home tomorrow and Kyle was still not home. He must have found a single woman, Debbie sneered to herself. She took a deep breath and decided it was probably for the best that she hadn’t seen him again. Maybe she could put all this nonsense behind her now and get back to a normal life. When she got home, she went to bed without masturbating and felt better for it. This whole thing was something she wasn’t proud of, but it was over.
* * * * * “Hi, babe, it’s me,” said Paul’s voice on the answering machine the next night. “My flight’s been cancelled, so, uh, I guess I’m stuck here another day. They’re going to try to get us on the 8 AM flight tomorrow as stand-bys, but if not, they can definitely get us on the 5:45 tomorrow night. I’ll give you a call in the morning to let you know. Love you.”
Debbie sat and stared at the answering machine. Her resolve of the previous evening seemed to vanish with the device’s final beep. She sat there telling herself that she couldn’t, wouldn’t—but fearing at the same time that there was no stopping it. After all, what was the harm? He hadn’t been home the first two nights, so he probably would be out again tonight.
God, how could that bastard have gotten inside her head like this? The fact that she felt her loins tingling with anticipation was just salt in the wound. She hung her head, her straight blonde hair falling down all around her face. She shook her head in disbelief. How could she have come to be in such a spot? She didn’t even like the fucking guy! I’ll go to the mall, she thought, do some shopping and some people watching and just get this crap out of my head.
Debbie grabbed her keys and purse and headed out. The mall wasn’t crowded, being dinner time on a weeknight. After she had browsed through all of her favorite stores, she stopped for a burger at the food court and thought about going home. About how she was going to go home. She could loop just a few minutes out of her way and take a quick drive past Kyle’s. She knew she wanted to stop herself from doing that. She hated that she kept thinking about it. And hated that she was powerless to prevent herself from making that little detour.
As Debbie turned onto Kyle’s street, she felt a flutter in her belly. She told herself that he probably wasn’t even home, and, even if he was, it was too early for him to be doing anything all that interesting. Nevertheless, her pulse quickened. Then Debbie saw his truck in the driveway and a wave of heat shot through her whole body. Relax, she scolded herself. She knew there was really no reason to be expecting much.
She parked a little further up the street than usual, and took a few extra deep breaths before getting out of the car. There hadn’t been another car in the driveway or parked out front, so her chances of getting to see Kyle in action were pretty low. But still she felt an almost electric tingle running through her.
She stole silently into the back yard and made her way carefully to the den window. The light and the TV were on, but she didn’t see Kyle. She craned her neck, trying to find an angle that would allow her to see into the adjoining room. The she heard a sound behind her.
“Debbie?”
She whirled around to find Kyle standing there. She blushed furiously, her heart now racing, knees suddenly shaking.
“I… uh, um…” she gestured futilely in the direction of her car, but no words came out. What the hell could she say to explain why she was in his yard, creeping around like a criminal? He looked at her, waiting for an explanation, but she had none and couldn’t even come up with a remotely plausible story at this point. After watching her stammer and gesture for a few moments, he shrugged and pointed to the side door.
“Want to come in and talk about it?” Kyle asked. If he was upset at all by Debbie’s unexplainable presence in his yard, he certainly didn’t show it. Debbie fought the urge to take a deep breath. After a moment, she found her voice.
“Uh, no. I… uh, that’s not, I don’t think so…” She shook her head for emphasis, avoiding his eyes. She was trying to avoid looking at him at all.
“Are you sure? Anything wrong?” It was Kyle’s polite tone of voice, the one he always used around her. Probably the one he used around all the women he wasn’t supposed to fuck, she thought, suddenly irritated by it.
“No, I’m fine,” she asserted, regaining her composure. She even managed to look up into his face as she said it. Mistake. His eyes narrowed ever so slightly as he looked back at her, his lips showing just a hint of his ever-present smirk. His eyes and expression unleashed a maelstrom of emotions in Debbie. She hated that smirk and the way he looked at her. That look that said he knew he had what she wanted, needed. But she also felt the desire between her legs flare, her belly flutter and her nipples harden. Involuntarily, her eyes strayed to his crotch. He was dressed in jeans and a flannel shirt that revealed nothing and she quickly looked away. But surely he had noticed.
“C’mon,” Kyle said and held open the door for her. He gestured inside and she went in without further protest. He indicated for her to have a seat on the couch as he went into the next room. He came back a moment later with a couple of beers and handed one to Debbie. Then he sat down a respectable distance from her on the sofa and looked at her for a moment without saying anything.
“I shouldn’t be here,” Debbie said suddenly, putting her beer down on the end table. Kyle nodded his mute assent, never taking his eyes off of hers. This was that excitement she had been missing, Debbie realized. This was forbidden fruit, the anticipation, the potential for incredible sex… it was all here, less than three feet away from her. She felt herself burning with the desire for all of that, but paralyzed at the same time by her dignity, her pride as well as her love for her husband and her resentment of the power Kyle was wielding over her.
“So why did you come here?” Kyle asked. It was simply a question, devoid of implications.
“I… I don’t know,” Debbie lied. “I shouldn’t have.” She picked up her beer and took a long sip. Kyle nodded again, keeping his attention focused on her. She could feel him reading her. He had to know she was vulnerable. Any minute now he would pounce on her like a cat on a mouse. She was totally surprised when he stood up and turned away from her.
“Maybe it would be better if you left then,” Kyle told her. The bottom dropped out of her stomach, like she was going down the first big hill of a roller coaster. All these wars raging within her, and he could just casually tell her to go home? Sure, she thought, clenching her jaw. Any minute now some other tart will stroll through the door and fuck and suck him all night!
Debbie looked up at him. Kyle was watching her with a curiously subdued expression on his face. He must have known that he could have her if he wanted to. But he was choosing to be the strong one, send her home without taking advantage of her in a moment of weakness. Did he truly feel guilty about sleeping with her? Debbie supposed it wasn’t impossible, although she hadn’t previously thought of him as the type that would care.
She stood and started toward the door. He wasn’t looking at her, so she quickly stole another glance at his crotch. Was his cock getting hard? Maybe it was just the folds in his jeans, but it looked like something might be stirring. He opened the door and stood holding it for her. It was decision time, Debbie knew. She stopped in front of him, her eyes on the floor between them.
“Christ, Kyle,” she said through her teeth. “You know why I’m here!”
“Which is why you should go,” he replied, his voice soft, non-judgmental, but firm. God, was he going to make her beg for it? Debbie slowly lifted her head, her eyes traveling up his muscular body until their eyes met. He looked into her eyes for a long moment before shaking his head. The fucker was refusing her! But there was no anger, Debbie realized, just a horrible feeling of disappointment.
She had felt the desperation of him slipping through her grip before. It had driven her, in a near-panic, to take her blouse off for him. Her fingers once again began to undo the buttons of her top, but Kyle’s hands quickly stopped her. He was shaking his head again. The anticipation was getting uncontrollable. Debbie just couldn’t walk out the door now. Somewhere she had crossed a line, passed some point of no return.
“Take it out,” Debbie whispered.
“No. We can’t.”
“Yes,” she said, gently pulling her hands from his. “Yes,” she said again, leaning forward and kissing his chest.
“You know we can’t do this,” he repeated, but he didn’t sound completely convinced himself anymore. Emboldened by this, Debbie slowly lowered herself to her knees before him.
“Take it out,” she said again, her face inches from his zipper. Instead, he spun away from her, walking quickly to the other side of the room, one hand grabbing at the hair on the back of his head. He turned back toward her, opening his mouth to say something. No words came out though. He stood still shaking his head, but unable to look away from her.
Debbie remained kneeling on the floor, watching him, savoring his indecision, confident that he wanted her as much as she wanted him right now. She realized that she was still wearing her clothes from work. A khaki skirt that fell above her knees and was starting to get a little tight in the thighs, and a white silk blouse that provided only a hint of the luscious breasts underneath.
Remembering how Donna had looked so beautiful and so vulnerable kneeling on this very floor, Debbie shifted so her knees were together, put her hands in her lap and looked up at Kyle with as open an expression as she knew to give.
“Take it out,” she said again, letting a little twinge of pleading creep into her voice. “Take it out and put it in my mouth.” She drew a deep breath and let it out slowly. He stood rubbing the back of his head, seemingly still indecisive, but Debbie suspected he was just acting at this point. He wanted it too. He must.
Sure enough, with a shrug and a snort, the smirk reappeared and Kyle unbuttoned his jeans. He walked up to Debbie before pulling it out, letting her anticipation build. She was kneeling before him with her mouth open and tongue out like she was about to receive communion. Slowly, he drew his thick cock from his pants and rubbed it on the side of her face. He was already three-quarters erect, Debbie saw, and growing stiffer as he stroked against her cheek.
At long last he was in her mouth again. She sucked him deeply, steadily, enjoying the velvety texture of the head of his cock on her tongue, savoring the throbbing warmth of his shaft between her lips.
“Oh, God, Debbie,” he breathed. “You know how to suck a cock.” She felt the tingle between her legs at the sound of these words. She closed her eyes and lost herself if the act of pleasing him. When she heard moaning, at first didn’t realize that it was coming from her. She made no effort to stop herself though, letting every sensation flow freely through her body.
Sucking Paul’s cock was nothing like this. Not only was he smaller in size, but it was like he was too grateful for it. Kyle, on the other hand, could just get some other chickie to blow him. Why Debbie found that thought so stimulating she couldn’t say, but it was inspiring her to suck Kyle in a way she would never suck Paul.
She gently licked his balls, rubbed her face on the underside of his shaft and then took him into her mouth again. She took as much of him in as she could, almost three quarters, and looked up into his eyes. He was looking right back at her, clearly enjoying the sight of his cock in her mouth. She worked her tongue under his shaft as she continued to hold him deep in her mouth, her eyes locked on his. Then she wrapped her hand around the base of his member and began sucking hard and fast.
Having seen him with those other girls, she knew he wouldn’t cum. But that was okay. It meant she could suck him as long as she wanted. She was totally surprised a few minutes later when she felt his cock tensing and realized he was about to erupt. He gave a Herculean groan and threw his head back. A second later a hot gob of salty cum shot into her mouth, then another and then a third. She tried to swallow, but it was too much. She gagged and tried to swallow again, but the thick cock in her mouth made it difficult. She let him slip from her mouth as she tried to keep from gagging again. He took his cock in his own hand and stroked it, coaxing out one last spurt that fell across Debbie’s cheek.
She knelt there, amazed that he had cum so easily for her. Her hand slipped under her skirt, pushed her panties aside and gave her clit the little bit of stimulation she needed to orgasm. Debbie held his cock in her other hand as warm pleasure rushed over her. She felt her own juices on her fingers as she continued to rub herself, savoring every last bit of the feeling.
“Damn, Debbie,” he said. “That was… that was…”
“Paul won’t be home tonight, Kyle,” Debbie said as she unbuttoned her blouse. She pulled open her top, enjoying the way Kyle’s eyes fell on her breasts. She knew he preferred women with big tits, and she took the look on his face as a compliment. She stood and guided him over to the sofa, discarding her blouse on the way.
But when she reached up under her skirt to pull off her panties, Kyle stopped her.
“No, I uh…” he looked away. “I have someone coming over.”
His words stung her like a slap. She had just given this bastard a blow job—still had his cum on her face—and he was going to send her home so he could fuck some other chickie?!?!
“Asshole!” she spat. “You knew that and you let me?”
“I tried to stop you,” he replied as he buttoned up his jeans. “Can I help it if you turn me on?”
“Yeah, sure! You really tried!” Debbie felt like complete trash. Don’t cry, she told herself. For God sakes, don’t cry in front of him! “You fucking bastard!” She retrieved her blouse and slipped it on. But her hands were shaking and she couldn’t button it. The frustration brought the tears closer. She turned away from him, so he wouldn’t see them if they did fall.
“Look,” said Kyle. “It’s not like that. It’s just…” His voice trailed off. Debbie knew there was nothing he could say that could change the awful feeling he had just given her. Just a few minutes ago she had been on her knees practically begging this arrogant prick to let her pleasure him! She had swallowed his cum! And now she was being told to leave so he could spend the night fucking someone else?
She felt cheap, dirty and thoroughly humiliated, but there was something else too. Something she didn’t want to admit. Wasn’t disappointment a factor as well? Sure, the arrogant bastard had used her, but wasn’t that what Debbie had wanted? Yeah, he was planning on being with someone else later. So what? Debbie knew he was a womanizer, had seen him with several other women and that hadn’t stopped her. The disappointment of not getting that massive cock of his inside her was hurting her at least as much as the slap to her pride. Yes, she had humbled herself to ask for it, but what really hurt was that now she wasn’t going to get it.
With a tremendous effort of will, Debbie steadied her hands and buttoned her blouse. Taking a deep breath, she turned back to face Kyle. She wasn’t sure exactly what she was going to say, even as the words left her lips.
“You’re such a piece of shit for treating me like this,” Debbie said quietly without looking at him.
Kyle’s gaze was cast down at the floor. “I’m sorry,” he offered weakly. He seemed like he wanted to say more, but nothing else came out. Debbie waited, just in case, but Kyle apparently had little to add. She was about to drop a final accusation on him and storm out when she heard the back door open behind her.
“What the fuck is this?” screamed a woman’s voice behind her. Debbie whirled around and there was an older brunette standing in the doorway. Debbie recognized her immediately as the one Kyle had once brought to her husband’s barbecues.
“Who the fuck is she?” the woman yelled at Kyle, gesturing brusquely in Debbie’s direction as she came through the door. “You can’t keep it in your pants for one day, even when you know I can come over?”
Debbie watched as Kyle drew a deep breath and let it out slowly. His expression was blank, unreadable, but Debbie could see that the muscles of his jaw were clenched. He’d been caught in the act and Debbie would have liked to see him squirm, but he merely stood there, stone faced and silent. The other woman must have also realized that a frontal assault wasn’t going to work on Kyle and turned her fiery eyes on Debbie.
Debbie looked at her. She was a very well-built woman, probably in her early forties, with wavy black hair falling to her shoulders. On her lips was a dark red lipstick and her eyes and cheeks were expertly made up. Her face, though contorted with anger, was quite sexy. She was wearing a short skirt and a loose fitting top. The way her large breasts were outlined and the way they moved beneath her shirt clearly stated that she wasn’t wearing a bra. Considering whom she was visiting and why, Debbie doubted she was wearing much under her skirt either.
As she came across the room to where Kyle and Debbie were standing, Debbie couldn’t help notice the aura of sexuality that emanated from her. The woman’s hips swung with each step. Her smooth, silky legs swished past each other with a swagger and a confidence to rival Kyle’s. Every move, every expression radiated a feminine beauty that said, “I’m hot and I know it.”
“Well? Who the fuck are you, sister?” she asked Debbie.
“Leave her alone, Renee,” Kyle said in response. “She’s just a friend.”
“Yeah, sure she is,” Renee retorted. “So what’s this?” Without warning, she grabbed Debbie by the chin and twisted Debbie’s head around. Debbie had completely forgotten about that last spurt of cum Kyle had left on her cheek. With her free hand Renee reached out and swept the drying semen onto her finger. She waved it accusingly at Kyle before wiping it off on his shirt.
“Did you fuck him, honey?” Renee sneered at Debbie. “Was it good? Was it better than your husband gives you? Is that why you’re here?”
Debbie twisted her head out of the woman’s grip and backed away.
“I… I have to get out of here,” she said weakly. Her own anger had been washed out by that of Kyle’s date, like a lamp giving way to sunlight. She started to the door, but Renee stepped in front of her.
“Did you fuck him?” Renee’s voice was lower, more controlled, but still simmering with emotion. “Did you?”
“No.”
Renee’s expression was incredulous. She looked over to Kyle for confirmation. He simply shook his head.
“Honey, if you didn’t fuck him, what are you doing with his jizz on your face?” Debbie felt her blood rising. Who was this woman to talk to her like this? It wasn’t like Kyle was her boyfriend or husband.
“You figure it out,” Debbie replied curtly and tried to step around her. Renee moved to block her path again.
“No way!” said Renee and something in her tone made Debbie look at her. “You got studly here off with just a blow job?” Clearly, Renee was mocking someone, but Debbie wasn’t sure if it was her or Kyle.
“C’mon, Renee. Just let her leave.” Kyle discomfort was starting to show now.
“Are you kidding?” Renee replied in the same mocking tone. “I want her to tell me her secret because I can’t remember the last time I got you off just sucking your cock!” She stepped close and gripped Debbie’s chin in her hand again. “So how did you do it? What makes your cock sucking so good?” Debbie grabbed Renee’s wrist and pulled her hand away.
“It’s not my fault you give lousy head,” Debbie snapped. Renee’s nostrils flared as she tugged her wrist from Debbie.
“Hon, I know how to give head. Trust me!”
“Uh huh,” Debbie shot back. “That’s why the only time you taste his load is when he jacks off in your mouth after he fucks you!”
“Fuck you, bitch!”
“That’s the best you got?” sneered Debbie. The surreal nature of this conversation wasn’t lost on Debbie. She would never have believed she was capable of arguing with another woman about which of them gave the best head in front of a man they had both been with. But this woman Renee had attacked and insulted her, and really all Debbie had done was defend herself. It also made her feel a little smug knowing that she had the upper hand in the debate.
“Take it out,” Renee ordered Kyle. She turned back to Debbie. “I’ll show you what my best is, sweetheart!”
“I don’t think so!” laughed Debbie. The laugh just came out of her, more in self-defense than anything. Did this woman really expect Debbie to stand there and watch her give Kyle head? “You go ahead. I’ve got to get home.”
“Why not?” asked Renee in a taunting tone. “We all know that you just sucked him off. What’s the big deal about watching me? Afraid you might learn something?” Debbie looked over at Kyle. He hadn’t moved and his jeans were still buttoned, but he was clearly waiting to see how Debbie would respond.
Debbie felt the fluttering in her belly and knew that the prospect excited her. How many times had she watched through his window? Wouldn’t it be better from this side of the glass? At the same time it was frightening. All of the sex in her life had been one-on-one. But scary is part of what makes it so exciting, she told herself. Besides, if she stayed, there was a good chance that she would get what she really wanted: Kyle deep inside her again.
Without saying anything, Debbie turned to face Kyle and Renee. It was all the indication that Kyle needed. He unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock. It was already getting hard again. Renee pushed him back so he sat down on the sofa. Then she sat beside him and grabbed hold of his shaft. She looked back at Debbie as she slowly pumped him.
“Pay attention, hon. You may want to take notes.” She lowered her head into Kyle’s lap and began running her tongue all along his erect member, still stroking him with one hand as the other caressed his balls. With her eyes on Debbie, Renee took the head of Kyle’s rod between her full ruby lips and sucked it gently. Kyle moaned in appreciation. Closing her eyes, Renee let her lips slide further down his member, taking more and more of him into her mouth. She took in more than half his length before dragging her lips sensuously back up.
“Well, I already see one thing you’re doing wrong,” Debbie said, as if critiquing someone’s parallel parking technique. But it took effort to sound bored… this was pretty hot! Was she really seeing this?
“And what’s that?” asked Renee, as she let Kyle slip from her mouth.
“Well, you’re on the sofa,” Debbie explained. “That’s not how he likes it.”
“Oh, really? And just how does he like it?” Renee sounded annoyed, but Debbie thought there was probably some genuine curiosity underneath.
“He has to be standing up. Right, Kyle?” Debbie didn’t wait for him to reply. “And you have to be on your knees in front of him.”
“Whatever,” said Renee and took Kyle back into her mouth.
“Look, let me show you,” said Debbie. She knelt on the floor in front of where Kyle sat and looked up at him expectantly.
“She’s right, you know,” said Kyle as he gently extricated himself from Renee and stood up. His erect member glistening with Renee’s saliva was inches from Debbie’s face. She took hold of him and admired his cock for a moment, the large red head and the long, thick shaft before parting her lips and taking him into her mouth again. She closed her eyes and bobbed gently on him, taking time to notice the warm throbbing of his shaft as she did. A moment later there was a tap on her shoulder. She opened her eyes.
“Okay, I think I got it,” said Renee as she squatted down beside Debbie and reached for Kyle’s cock.
“No, no,” Debbie admonished. “No squatting… you have to kneel.” Renee started to say something, changed her mind and got onto her knees. Kyle turned from Debbie to Renee, who quickly took him in hand and began sucking him again.
Debbie watched, fascinated. Renee, true to her word, knew how to suck cock. She held her body still and bobbed from the neck, sliding her deliciously full lips up and down Kyle’s pulsing tool. Debbie wondered if her own lips looked so good. Renee’s big pouty lips seemed to have been made for this very act. Surely, Debbie thought, this is what men meant when they talked about blow job lips. Now and then Renee’s tongue shot out to lick his head or his balls for a moment before her lips engulfed him again.
Watching the two of them was turning Debbie on in an incredible way. This was so new and foreign to her, something for which she had no basis of comparison. And amazingly stimulating! She found herself massaging her breasts through her blouse, seeking out her nipples and giving them little pinches. The electric arc between her breasts and clit told her that she would be cumming soon.
She took off her blouse and then, after a moment’s hesitation, her bra as well. As Renee was sucking Kyle’s member, Debbie leaned toward him and kissed his balls. Then she slipped her tongue under them and licked them even as Renee bobbed away. Debbie could feel Renee’s cheek smacking against her own with each trip down Kyle’s shaft. With no warning Renee stopped sucking and pulled Debbie’s face up to hers and kissed her. Renee’s hand was behind Debbie’s head and her supple lips pressed to Debbie’s mouth. Debbie had never kissed a woman before, but those passionate ruby lips compelled her to kiss back without even thinking about it.
When Renee pulled away, her lips were replaced with Kyle’s cock. Debbie didn’t hesitate. She sucked him, knowing that Renee was watching. Debbie wanted Renee to be as impressed with Debbie as Debbie had been with her. Debbie probably should have felt more self-conscious than she did, but she wasn’t complaining. This was as turned on as she could ever remember being.
After a few minutes, Kyle pulled away from her. Debbie opened her eyes to see Kyle turning toward Renee, who was on her hands and knees now. Debbie watched with envy as Kyle positioned himself behind Renee and rubbed the head of his cock between her legs. Renee moaned as Kyle entered her, her hips already bucking. Renee had discarded her top, letting her melon-sized breasts swing freely with each thrust of Kyle’s member. Debbie saw that she was still wearing her skirt though. Kyle had pushed it up so it gathered in a bunch on her back. For some reason the sight of her still wearing the skirt really turned Debbie on. In a moment she was masturbating beside them as they fucked.
It didn’t take long for Debbie or Renee to cum, Debbie to the movement of her fingers and Renee to the pounding of Kyle’s rod. Both of them screamed out in ecstasy as their orgasms washed over them. Kyle was still thrusting away on Renee as Debbie’s orgasm tapered off. She slid up next to Renee and kissed her, pressing those ruby pillows to her own lips while remembering how incredible they had looked around Kyle’s shaft.
Sliding off her sopping panties, Debbie tuned and got on her hands and knees beside Renee, inviting Kyle to give her what she had been craving for so long. In a moment she felt him behind her. The anticipation was almost too much. A little cry escaped her as she felt the head of his cock at her opening.
“This is what you came for, isn’t?” he asked softly.
“Yes.” Oh, God was it ever! Come on! she thought frantically. Put it in! She had only a moment to wait before she felt him filling her up inside. He penetrated deep into her, thrusting slowly, deliberately. He obviously wanted to savor this as much as Debbie did. In…. Out…. In… slowly, almost tenderly, building the anticipation of what was coming. His hands were on her hips rocking her ass back into him. Gradually they rocked faster and faster until Kyle was slamming his massive tool deep inside of her. Debbie lost herself in the ecstasy, hardly aware of anything but the orgasm building with each thrust of Kyle’s cock.
When she reached climax, the world around her vanished. There was nothing but the sensation exploding from between her legs. She wasn’t sure how long it lasted, but it seemed to go on forever. She collapsed on the floor, tremors from her orgasm still shaking her body. Had she ever been so satisfied? As she lay there panting, trying to catch her breath, she looked up.
Kyle was on his feet again and Renee was kneeling in front of him. Her back was to Debbie, but the bobbing of her head left no doubt as to what she was doing. Debbie wanted to get up and join her, taste Kyle once again, but her limbs felt like they were weighted down. She felt like she could hardly move.
She settled for shifting around enough to watch. And Renee was giving a worthy performance. Once again Renee’s luscious red lips made Debbie tingle as she moved them up and down Kyle’s cock. It took another five minutes of patient, sensual sucking, but Renee didn’t falter. When Kyle threw his head back and groaned in orgasm, Renee continued to suck him steadily. After a few moments, Renee drew his member from between her lips and squeezed his cock. She was rewarded with a last drop of cum, which she promptly licked off.
With a final suck of Kyle’s head, Renee turned and shuffled across the floor on her knees to where Debbie was lying. Renee opened her mouth and Debbie could see Kyle’s load on her tongue.
“Want some?” Renee asked. By way of reply, Debbie sat up and kissed her. She felt Renee’s tongue pushing into her mouth and tasted the cum that was on it. The incredible feeling of satisfaction, combined with the tender, juicy softness of Renee’s lips sent a warm tingle through Debbie’s whole body. She pulled Renee to her, embracing her, feeling the supple breasts pressed against her own. The kiss broke and they released each other. Debbie looked at Kyle, who had flopped exhausted on the sofa. She picked up her clothes and put them back on as she went over to him. She took his now-flaccid member in her hand and kissed it.
“I guess if you’re going to break a promise, you shouldn’t break it just a little,” she said and smiled at him. She looked over at Renee. “And you’re lucky… you get him for the rest of the night.”