Talking with Debbie Ch. 04

“’You two been having some fun eh?’ he says to me. I nod. Then he says to you, ‘turn around and show me that lovely arse of yours.’ Again you look at me for advice and I shrug again, so you comply. You turn around and lift up the back of your skirt. ‘Oh yes, very nice,’ he comments. ‘Bend forward now.’ You don’t bother to look at me this time and simply do as he asks, putting your hands on your knees. Your firm arse is now pointing directly into his face. ‘Oooh yes, that is one hot butt, just like I knew it would be.’ You can’t see, but he is rubbing himself through his trousers now. This has gone slightly further than I thought it would, but I am incredibly aroused by the sight of you bending over, letting this dirty old man inspect your arse. My boner, which has been prominent all day, stiffens further at this, and I too want to rub it, but I fear I will come if I do. I can see that you too are aroused, your cheeks are flushed and I can see your nipples are erect as they poke against your top.

“The old man looks at me again, ‘may I?’ he asks raising his hands up. He is asking me permission to fondle your bum. You look at me startled, but you don’t move. I nod, swallowing dryly. He places his hands on your arse and you shudder at the contact. Then he kneads your buttocks, rubbing his thumbs upwards. The taut skin moves against his firm grip. He continues like this for a couple of
minutes and you stay in your position, letting him maul your butt. I can tell that despite your better instincts it is exciting you. The flush on your face deepens and you chew your bottom lip. He finishes with a light spank and you emit a little ‘ooh’ sound.”

I had to stop my story at this point as Debbie was riding my cock with increased vigour and I would soon come if she didn’t slow down. I took her elbows and gently decreased her rhythm.

“Sorry,” she whispered. “I’m just enjoying this so much. Carry on.”

“Okay, so he stops groping your behind and says, ‘turn around.’ You do so and then he says, ‘now I want to see those pert little tits of yours.’

“’What? No, I can’t..’ you protest, but we all know it is futile.

“’Come on. Show me those nice tits. I can see your nipples poking out at me. Undo the tie at the bottom of your top.’

“You look at me over your shoulder and I give you a quick smile and nod. You reach behind and undo the string at the back of your top. It is backless, so it is only held by the string around your neck now. You lift the top up. Your breasts stand proud, the nipples pointing out and upwards, completely erect. ‘Oh yes,’ the man says, ‘that’s the sort of titties I like.’ He rubs his cock again and you see it this time but don’t react.

“’Someone coming,’ I inform you. A male cyclist has appeared down the path. You two are hidden from his view at the moment. You drop your top back down and start to tie it back up.

“’Leave it untied,’ the man says firmly and you pull your hand away, but look nervously in the direction of the cyclist. He approaches and senses there is something strange going on. He doesn’t make eye contact with any of us, although he sizes you up. As he passes he notices the tie hanging down from your top. As he cycles away the old man says ‘now bend over.’ You gulp and do as he says. The top swings away from you, so your breasts are clearly visible from the side. The cyclist looks back and is treated to this sight. His bike wobbles and he nearly falls off before peddling away.

“The old man chuckles again. ‘Now, let’s see that pussy of yours again.’ You lift up your skirt for him again. He looks over to me again, ‘don’t mind if I do, do you?’ You know without looking that I will consent and you close your eyes, waiting for the touch. He slowly runs his thumb down the length of your slit. You shiver involuntarily. ‘My, my, you really are enjoying this aren’t you?’ Then to me, ‘she’s dripping wet over here.’ He then moves his rough skinned thumb up to your clitoris and parting the lips, he rubs this with the pad of his thumb.

“’Oh God,’ you say and rock forward on to his hand.

“He laughs again and then says, ‘take your top off. I want to see those lovely tits of yours while I play with your cunt.’ He is rubbing your clit with rough, but expert motions and you are clearly enjoying it, especially given the heightened state of arousal you were in when he started. You reach up and untie the bow at your neck. The top falls to the floor and he kicks it away. I can’t believe you are topless in a public park, letting this old man finger fuck you. I also can’t believe how erotic I find it. ‘That’s it darling,’ he says. Then you gasp as he slides two thick fingers into your pussy and slowly fucks you with them while continuing the attention to your clit with his thumb. ‘I told you didn’t I? When I first saw you I knew you were a slut. I can spot them. I was married to one for twenty years. She loved to fuck.’ You moan as he continues to work on your pussy. Then he looks at me and says, ‘this is her first time isn’t it? She’s going to make a good slut for you. Aren’t you dear?’

“’Mmm,’ you say, grabbing his hand and pulling it into you.

“’Say it darling,’ he insists.

“’I’m going to make a good slut,’ you say.

“’Good girl. And sluts love to fuck, so let’s fuck.’

“You open your eyes and shake your head. ‘No way, I’m not fucking you, not here.’ But you don’t move away and you continue to sway back and forth on his fingers.

“He cackles and says, ‘I think this will change your mind dear.’ He unzips his trousers and reaches inside. He seems to have to reach down far. You have stopped rocking and stare transfixed, half appalled and half intrigued. He
starts to pull out his cock. I thought he might be well endowed when I saw his big hands rubbing your arse. He has it by the base and it bends as he drags it out. It seems to go on forever. Then the top suddenly springs free, standing tall above his thick hands. You squeal and jump back, his hand sliding out of your pussy.

“You put your hand up to your mouth and say, ‘Oh my God. It’s massive.’ And it is, he takes his hand away so you can see it in its full glory. It must be ten inches, maybe more. It sways around, like a beast sniffing the air. The large cock-head glistens with pre-cum in the sunshine. You step forward again and his hand is immediately on your pussy again, but you don’t seem to notice, you are mesmerised by his huge member.

“Suddenly I realise someone is coming. I have been too interested in what you are doing and they are nearly upon us. ‘Someone’s coming,’ I shout. Neither of you move though. You continue to stand there, topless, being finger fucked, staring at this old man’s huge cock. Then I realise that the person coming is the cyclist again.

“He pulls up next to me and says, ‘Wow,’ as he takes in the scene. ‘Is that your wife?’ he asks. I nod dumbly. ‘Do you mind if I watch? I don’t want to join in, I’m married, but when I saw her flashing her tits I thought I had to come back and see what was happening.’

“’Go ahead,’ I say.

“Then he sees the old man’s prick and says, 'Christ, that’s some knob he’s got there. Is she going to fuck him?’

“’I would think so,’ I say.”

Debbie was increasing her rhythm on my cock again. This was the hardest I had ever fought not to come. I knew I had to finish the story for her, but usually the story itself would be enough to get me to come, but combined with my beautiful wife riding my cock and panting in delight, it was unbearable. I tried to concentrate on the words I was using rather than the overall image.

“God this story is great,” Debbie said. “I am so fucking horny, keep going, I want to hear how it ends while we’re still fucking.”

“You are still staring at his cock. He looks up at you and says, ‘well?’

“You just nod. You look over your shoulder at me. You notice the cyclist for the first time and smile in a distant manner. You say to me, ‘sorry Dave, I’ve got to try that thing.’

“’Say it,’ the old man demands again.

“’I want you to fuck me,’ you say firmly.

“’With what?’ he persists.

“’I want you to fuck me with that big cock of yours,’ you declare.

“I am worried whether your slim, athletic body can take this beast. He is obviously thinking the same. ‘Your nice tight pussy might not be able to take it,’ he challenges you.

“’I want to try. I want to try and take all of it.’

“He laughs again, ‘good girl. Come on then, bend over the back of the bench.’ You do as he says and spread your legs. The cyclist and I move closer to get a better view. He stands up, still wearing his overcoat and trousers. His cock sways drunkenly, sticking out at 45 degrees. He positions himself behind you. ‘Well you’re nice and wet anyway,’ he chuckles as he positions the cock-head at the entrance to your slit. It looks even larger when placed between your small buttocks. He pushes it in slowly and you gasp. You are stretched wide and I think it won’t be able to gain entrance. Then he gives another push and the end slips in.

“’Jesus!’ you declare. ‘Fuck me, that thing is big.’

“’Do you want more?’ he teases you.

“’Yes,’ you whimper.

“’Ask nicely,’ he says.

“’Give me more of your big cock please,’ you plead.

“He pushes in some more of its length. It is about half way in now. You gasp again. ‘More?’ he enquires.

“’Yes, God, yes, give me more of that cock,’ you demand.

“’He pushes in another couple of inches. ‘Getting tight now,’ he comments.

“Suddenly your legs buckle. You are coming unexpectedly, although after all the stimulation you have had, it shouldn’t be a surprise. ‘Oh, oh, Jesus, hold on,’ you moan. Your legs sag and he reaches around to support you, still impaled on his monster dick. He plays with your nipples as he does so. You whine softly as he does this, your back shivering as an orgasm sweeps over you.

“’You come already darling?’ he asks. ‘We haven’t started yet.’

“You turn around to look at him. Your hair is sweaty and sticks to your face. Your cheeks are flushed and you look absolutely beautiful, as you always do when you’ve just come. You are panting and you say, ‘I know. I want more. Now shut up
and fuck me with that thing.’

“He laughs and with a firm thrust of his hips pushes it fully in. Your head snaps back and you yell, ‘Jesus fucking Christ! That’s right in there.’

“Then he pulls it right back, so that just the cockhead is in. It looks absolutely huge sliding out of you, I wonder that your small frame can accommodate it. Then with a savage thrust he plunges back in, right up to its hilt. You yell again. He repeats this with increased vigour, slamming its full length into you with an almost sadistic glee. You jolt forward with each thrust.

“The cyclist is standing next to me. ‘God that is one hot wife you’ve got there,’ he comments.

“’I know,’ I tell him.”

Both Debbie and I were close to coming now. She was bringing herself right up on my cock and bouncing down. “I’m coming Dave,” she informed me. “Hurry up, please.”

“He continues fucking you with the full length of his cock and I can see you are close to coming again. ‘Do you like it?’ he demands.

“’Yes, yes,’ you reply. ‘I love it. I love your cock fucking me.’”

Debbie now repeated this, “I love it,” she cried in the lounge. “I love your cock fucking me.”

“He grunts now, ‘I’m going to come in you,’ he shouts.

“’Yes, yes, shoot your load inside me,’ you yell.”

“Yes, yes,” Debbie cried. “Shoot your load inside me.”

This was more than I could stand and I started to come at last. Through gritted teeth I continued, “You start to come, screaming ‘I’m coming, I’m coming, Jesus, I’m coming.’”

“I’m coming, I’m coming, Jesus, I’m coming!” And she was. She arched her back and clawed at my arms. I thrust my hips up and she pushed down. The last of my come left my cock and she ground down onto my dwindling member. “Oh, God,” she whispered, “Oh, sweet fuck I’m coming.” Then I felt her pussy muscles and buttocks tighten and she went rigid.

“Then he comes, shouting, ‘That’s it, that’s it.’ He pushes his cock right into you and I know he is shooting his spunk deep inside you. You grip the bench tightly as he finishes off.”

“Ohhhhh,” Debbie moaned and then her body went limp. She collapsed onto my shoulder, burying her head into the sofa. We were both coated in sweat. We stayed this way for a while and then without moving her head she mumbled into the cushion, “finish it off darling.”

“So, he finally pulls his cock out of you. Even flaccid it is enormous. It comes out with a loud slurping sound. When he has pulled out you sag at the knees and I pull you up. I flatten down your skirt and tie your top back on. You look up at me sheepishly and say, ‘thankyou darling.’

“The cyclist says enthusiastically, ‘that was fantastic, thank you for putting on a show.’

“You acknowledge him for the first time and smile shyly, ‘you’re welcome.’

“I can’t wait to get home and tell my wife about this.’ He hops on his bike and rides off, waving.

“The old man puts back his prick inside his trousers. Just then a family walk past and all of us look guilty. It occurs to us how close we came to being caught and what that might have meant. ‘I think you’d best get me home,’ you say weakly. ‘I can’t walk very well.’ I put my arm around you and we hobble off.

“As we leave the man calls out in his leering voice, ‘cheers darling. I’m here every week if you fancy some more.’ Now that you have been satisfied he has returned to being the disgusting old man you first thought he was and you shudder at his crudeness. Still, I can’t help but wonder….”

I stroked Debbie’s hair softly. She sniffed and lifted her head up. Her hair was sweaty and stuck to her face, just as I had imagined it in the story. As I said then, she looked beautiful, frail and lovely. There were tears in her eyes.

She gave me a soft kiss, “thank you darling. That was… well fantastic. I have never had it like that.” She gave me a sweet smile and said, “I think we could do that again.”