Talking with Debbie - Part 4

  
   It had been a week since the story in the pub, and Debbie and I had been
very sexually active since, making love twice a day usually.  Although she
hadn't asked for any further stories, and so I hadn't ventured any, it was
clear that they had had an effect.  She now initiated sex more, was more
vocal during sex, and more willing to try different positions.  In short,
she seemed to like sex a lot more.  I certainly wasn't complaining, but
what with this and still maintaining my fantasy, I was pretty much either
thinking about Debbie and sex, or having sex with Debbie all the time.  You
might have thought that having more sex with Debbie would have seen the
decline of the fantasy of her having sex with other men, but no, it seemed
to intensify it if that was possible.  I couldn't focus at work because I
was continually thinking of Debbie behaving like a slut.

   On Saturday night we had a few drinks and I could tell Debbie was
getting horny.  She was sitting close to me, her thigh pressing against
mine.  Then she draped her legs across mine and her conversation became
rather forced as her mind was on other things.  I wasn't going to resist,
so I started stroking her arm lightly.  She responded by rubbing my thigh.
We both carried on talking about something else for a while.  Then she put
her drink down and slid across onto my lap.  We kissed slowly and softly, I
could taste the wine on her lips still.

   She looked good today, wearing some tight jeans that showed off her firm
bum and a loose linen shirt.  We had gone into town during the day where at
various stages I had imagined her having sex with a tattooed biker, a large
breasted teenage girl and three Italians.  So, I was certainly in the mood
for sex.  I nibbled her bottom lip and she responded hungrily, pushing her
tongue into my mouth.

   This wasn't like Debbie at all and this new found sexual assertiveness
turned me on.

   She rubbed my chest forcefully, pulling at my shirt.  She pulled it over
my head and sucked my nipples.  She was grinding against my lap and I
thought if she continues like this I am going to come in my pants.  I had
never seen her so hot.

   She worked her way up from my chest, kissing my neck and then licking my
ear lobes, which always drives me crazy.  I immediately reached for her
breasts and rubbed them through her shirt.

   She then whispered in my ear, "are you still having your fantasies about
me?"

   "Mhhmm" I mumbled as I unbuttoned her blouse.

   "Guess what?  I've started having them too."

   I pulled back to look at her at this point, startled by what she had
said.  She put on a deliberately provocative, coy, look, her eyes downcast
and chewing her lower lip.  "You're not angry are you?" she asked, blinking
her big eyes.

   It was all an act, a parody of flirting, but even so it excited me
tremendously.

   "No, no, of course not.  Just intrigued.  What sort of fantasies?"

   She blushed slightly, the conviction of her act leaving her momentarily.


   "Oh, you know."

   "Go on, tell me."

   To distract me she looked down and started unbuttoning her blouse, which
she shrugged off.  Then looking me in the eye she said firmly, "Fantasies
about other men fucking me - about being a slut."

   This was undoubtedly the most arousing sentence I had ever heard and I
almost shot my load just hearing it.  To hear my beautiful, reserved,
controlled Debbie say those words was the equivalent of fulfilling a whole
fantasy.  Debbie mistook my silence for disapproval however and quickly
mumbled, "sorry, I...  it's just..."

   "Shhh," I said and pulled her to me, kissing her greedily.

   She reciprocated, rubbing my very erect member through my trousers. 
"Oooh, somebody's excited," she said.

   Grappling with her bra I whispered in her ear, "you have no idea." I
pulled off her bra and took one of her small breasts in my mouth.  She has
pert boobs, with a slight uplift.  Her dark nipples occupy a third of the
breast and contrast well with her olive skin.  When the nipple becomes
erect, it changes the shape of her whole breast, making them pointed and
direct.  Her nipple stiffened in my mouth as I rolled my tongue over it.

   Stroking the back of my head as I slurped on her tits she asked, "does
it turn you on?  Me having fantasies like that?"

   "Mmm" I assented as I transferred my attentions to the other breast.

   "Good.  I want you to tell me one now.  Tell me one of your fantasies
while we fuck each other."

   I kissed her some more and asked, "what story do you want?  Any
requests?"

   She unzipped my trousers and with her hand around my prick she said,
"one where I'm very slutty.  And one with a big cock in it please." This
last bit surprised me, but then Debbie was surprising me a lot tonight.  As
she stroked my cock up and down she whispered, "you don't mind do you? 
It's just after that story you told me about Tim, I've kind of being
thinking about a big one."

   My own cock is slightly bigger than average, about seven inches, so I
didn't really suffer from any inferiority there, but it still causes a
brief flutter of unease when your wife says this.  Still, given my
fantasies, who was I to complain?

   "Let me give you some inspiration," she said.  Then she slipped off my
lap and knelt on the floor.  She quickly undid my trousers and pulled them
down with my pants.  As she grabbed my tool and brought her face to it she
looked up at me with her warm eyes, just like they do in porno films.  This
was part of the act too, and I wondered where she had learnt it from, I
wasn't aware that she had seen any porno.  She licked the helmet playfully
like an ice-cream cone, leaving a trail of spittle on it.  "Is this the
sort of thing I do in your fantasies?" she asked and then took my cock in
her mouth and bobbed her head up and down as she sucked on it.  Debbie had
only given me head in the early years of our relationship and I knew it
wasn't something she particularly liked (does any woman really?).  As she
sucked away she continued to have her eyes cast upwards, looking directly
at me.  It was almost more than I could stand.

   "Jesus," I moaned and pulled her off before I came.

   "What's the matter?  Don't you like it?"

   "Debbie, you're joking.  You are turning me on so much I'm going to come
any minute."

   "Oh," she blushed.  She stood up and stepped out of her trousers.  She
sat back on my lap and said, "we don't want that just yet.  In that case
you had better concentrate on making me happy." She took my hand and placed
it on her bush.  I slipped a finger into her and she was already very
moist. "Mmm," she moaned, rocking forwards on my hand.  "Now get on with
that story before I come."

   "Ok.  It starts tomorrow morning.  You wake up, roll over and take my
cock in your hand."

   "Like this?" she whispered, grabbing the base of my cock in the palm of
her hand and gently stroking it.

   "Mmm, yes, just like that.  Then you nibble my ear and say, `I'm feeling
very slutty today Dave.  Feel how wet I am.' You take my hand and place it
on your pussy.  I slide a finger in and feel how wet you are."

   "Like I am now?" she says, rubbing my hand as I slide another finger
into her and stroke them in and out.

   "Yes, just like your pussy is now.  Then you say to me, `I need to do
something naughty today.' I am aroused, but still cautious.

   "'Are you sure?' I ask.

   "'Yes, very sure, but we need to get started soon.'

   "'What sort of naughty do you want to do?' I enquire.

   "'I want to dress sluttily.  I want to flash my pussy to someone.  I
don't want to fuck anyone yet, but I want someone to know I am a slut.  Can
we do that?'

   "'Oh yes,' I say, `we can definitely do that.  Let's get you dressed.' I
jump out of bed and quickly pull on some jeans and a t-shirt.  When I come
back in from the shower room you are lying on the bed, your legs apart,
writhing gently as you stroke your clitoris."

   Debbie moans at this and pushes forward on my hand.  She moves her hand
to her clit and starts to rub it with her forefinger.  "Like this?" she
asks, closing her eyes.  She has never done anything like that in front of
me before and once again it is almost more than I can stand, so I remove
her other hand from my cock to stop me coming prematurely.

   "I watch this for a while and then you open your eyes and say, `sorry,
got a bit distracted there.' You get up and rummage through your drawers
for some clothes.  I look at your firm, hot bum and I want to go over there
and take you from behind, but I know that would spoil it.  I
absent-mindedly rub my crotch as I look at your smooth, shapely legs and
those well toned buttocks.  I think that other people should see these,
they are so fucking sexy, it seems a shame not to let others enjoy them. 
You pull out some items and turn around to see me rubbing myself.  `I see
it's working on you already,' you smile.  `Let's hope you're not the only
one to get turned on by me today.'

   "You lay out your clothes on the bed - a mid-thigh length pleated skirt,
a halter top and bra and knickers.  `What are those?' I ask pointing to the
underwear.  `Sluts don't wear panties or bra,' I tell you.  The realisation
of what you are about to do hits you then and you start to protest, but I
hold up my hand and you shrug, accepting the decision.  You pull on the
skirt and top.  `Very nice,' I tell you.  The halter top ties around the
back and shows a few centimetres of your flat tummy.  `Turn around and bend
over,' I say.  "You do as I ask.  The skirt rides up, revealing your lovely
thighs but not quite your naked arse or pussy.  `That's fine, not too
obvious, but with enough of a suggestion.'

   "'Let's go then,' you say, looking excited.  `I hope it's not too windy
otherwise everyone will see my pussy.'

   "'We wouldn't want that now, would we?' I laugh."

   Debbie emitted a long moan at this stage.  She pulled my fingers out of
her vagina and positioned it along the slit.  She then slid herself up and
down the length of my finger, rubbing her clit and outer lips along my
finger.  "Ooooh, that's it.  I like this story Dave, carry on.  Do you
really find my arse that sexy?" I reached around to grab it and squeezed
the two buttocks together, "God, yes." "I never knew.  You should have told
me.  Now I'll definitely flash it for you.  Anyway, carry on with the
story."

   I momentarily pondered the ambiguity in her statement.  Did she mean she
would flash it to me, and me alone, or flash it for me, in public?  I
decided now was not the time to demand clarification, so I continued with
the story.  "We walk down the road.  At first you are nervous, but gain in
confidence as we walk.  You begin to bounce as you walk, your skirt
swishing provocatively from side to side.  We don't see anyone for a few
minutes, although some cars pass.  Then a young man is walking towards us.
I look to see how you will react.  There is an initial falter in your step
and then obviously deciding to play it out you continue, wiggling your arse
as you walk.  The man notices you from a distance and looks down.  Then as
we pass he looks up and very obviously checks you out, staring at your tits
and your legs.  As we go past I catch him turning around to stare at your
arse.  You smirk with pleasure and confidence.

   "We pass a middle-aged couple.  The man discretely looks at you and the
wife pretends not to notice.  Then I become aware that there is a man
approaching us from behind.  He is walking faster than us and will soon
overtake us.  `I think you need to do your shoe-lace up,' I tell you.

   "You look momentarily confused, as your shoelace isn't undone and then
smile knowingly.  `Oh yes, must do that shoelace up.  I have a feeling it
might become untied quite a few times today.' You bend over, sticking your
arse in the air.  The skirt rides up, showing your thighs and just a hint
of your naked buttocks.  It isn't definite that you are without knickers,
but there is the suggestion.  The man slows his stride, transfixed by the
sight.  You hold your position as he walks past, his gaze never leaving
your bum, not bothered that I am standing next to you.  When he has passed,
you stand up, flicking your hair.  Your face is flushed from bending over,
but also the excitement.

   "You grin mischeviously, `do you think he liked what he saw?'

   "'Definitely,' I say.  `I bet he would have liked it a whole lot more if
your skirt had ridden up some more.'

   "With mock innocence you say, `but then he would have seen I haven't got
any knickers on.  What would he have thought of me then?  He might think
I'm just a little slut then mightn't he?' Even though we are in the middle
of the road you rub my cock through my trousers.  It is erect and twitches
at your touch.  `Enjoying yourself?' you ask.

   "'You bet,' I reply.  `And you?'

   "'I am feeling bloody horny,' you giggle.

   "We continue to the park.  You are enjoying yourself now and attracting
a lot of glances, some more obvious than others.  I pat your bum and say,
`I think it's time that cute little arse of yours got an airing don't you?'

   "You say, `ok,' meekly, a little unsure.  You look around and see an
elderly man walking his dog.  `Him?' you suggest.

   "'Do your shoelace up again,' I instruct you as he approaches, calling
to his dog.  You bend over as before.  When the man is looking the other
way I pull your skirt up by the waist, so it rides up about four inches. 
The bottom half of your bum is visible and it is obvious you are not
wearing knickers.  The way your leg is in front of the other, there is also
just a glimpse of your slit showing.  This is the sight that greets the man
as he turns back to us.  He stops walking and his eyes widen dramatically.
He coughs in surprise.  You stand up at this and turn to face him.  He is
still staring at where your arse had been.

   "'That's a nice dog,' I say to him.

   "'Yes, very nice,' he says, clearly not talking about the dog.

   "You lean into me and I slide my hand onto your naked bum.  You freeze
as I give it a little squeeze.

   "'I've always liked stroking dogs,' I say playfully and you nudge me
with you elbow.  I stroke your arse softly.

   "'Yes, me too." He is looking at my arm as it goes behind you and he is
aware of what I am doing.  "Patting them too," he adds.

   "Oh yes," I say, giving your bum a firm pat.

   "The man actually licks his lips at this.  `Although sometimes they do
need a spank,' he suggests thoughtfully.

   "'A spank?' I say.  `Yes I suppose so.' You give me a quick look as if
to say, `don't you dare', but with a swift motion I pull my hand back about
a foot and give your arse a slap.  There is a loud, sharp noise as skin
makes contact with skin and you jump forward with a yelp.

   "The man cackles and rubbing your bum you say, `I think we'd best be
going darling.'

   "He looks disappointed, but I agree and we say goodbye and walk off.  As
we do so, I lift the back of your skirt and place my hand on your red
buttocks.  The old man stands transfixed, watching your naked arse swish
away from him." I interrupted my story because Debbie had been increasing
her rhythm on my hand as I told the story.  Now she lurched forward,
burying her head into my shoulder.  "God," she said through gritted teeth,
"I'm coming." She grabbed my hand and pushed it into her vagina.  I quickly
pumped her with three fingers and she gripped the sofa cushion.  She pushed
her hips forward and I could feel her pussy tighten around my fingers as
she climaxed.  She grunted into my shoulder, "that's it, that's it."

   She relaxed her grip and I extracted my hand.  "Mmm," she said.  Then
she climbed up further onto my lap and positioned herself over my erect
penis.

   "Don't stop, keep talking.  I want to come again." This was very unlike
Debbie, usually she had one orgasm, if that, and was then finished.  But
now she took my cock head and guided it to the edge of her well lubricated
pussy.  It slid in with little resistance and she slowly rocked backwards
and forwards on it.

   "Come on, keep talking before I change my mind," she demanded.

   "Okay, so after we have left the man with the dog behind, I take my hand
off your bum and your skirt falls down again, covering your arse.  You say
`that was naughty, spanking my bum like that.  It hurt!'

   "I give you a quick kiss, `sorry darling, but it was fun to see his
face.'

   "'What now?' you ask.

   "'You still enjoying yourself?' I check.

   "'God yes,' you blurt.  `I haven't had this much fun in ages.  And I'm
getting hornier by the minute.  It's just about all I can do not to drag
you into the bushes and fuck your brains out.'

   "My cock stiffens further at the thought and I consider it.  I feel the
same.  `Shall we then?' I suggest.

   "Once again you rub my cock through my trousers.  `I would love to have
this inside me darling, but then that would be the end to it and I want to
carry on a bit longer.  But I promise you will get to do it today, so don't
worry.'

   "'Okay, well, we've shown your hot little arse off to someone, so I
guess it is your sweet little pussy next.'

   "You look uncertain.  You knew this was coming, but now it is here you
are unsure if you can go through with it.  `I don't know,' you mumble.

   "We stop and I take your hands in mine.  `Come on Debbie, you have such
a lovely little bush, at the top of the sexiest thighs I have ever seen.  I
only have to look at you getting dressed and I'm almost coming in my pants.
I would like someone else to see it too.  And you know that is what you
want, isn't it?'

   "You nod and say `yes' quietly.

   "We are now in a busy part of the park, so we need to find somewhere
quieter.  We walk for a while and as we go around a bend, the path leads
between some trees.  You stop suddenly and hiss, "that's him." You nod
towards the bench, where a scruffy old man sits.  He is wearing a black
overcoat, even though it is quite warm.  He has two days stubble and his
thick black hair sprouts in unruly curls from his head.

   "'Who?' I ask stupidly.

   "'That dirty old man I told you about.  The one who said I had a nice
arse and that he could always spot my sort.'

   "I remember the story you told me now about your encounter with him when
you were jogging once.  I also remember that you said you went back after
he had said this to see if he was still there, which had always intrigued
me.  `Perfect,' I say.  `I think we've just found the victim of your pussy
flash.'

   "'Him?' you say aghast.  `No, I can't.'

   "'Of course you can.  Go over there and put your right leg up on the
bench to do your shoelace up.'

   "You take a deep breathe and smiling, say, `those shoelaces certainly
are being troublesome today aren't they?'

   "We walk further.  He has been looking the other way, but as he turns to
us I think I notice a flash of recognition when he sees you.  He stares
blatantly at you, admiring your legs and skimpy top.  A slight smirk comes
on his face and I feel that he already knows what is going to happen.  As
we approach you say loudly, `I just need to tie up my laces darling.' You
skip over to the bench, your skirt bouncing so I think he may already guess
that you are without knickers.  I stand back slightly, but within earshot.

   "You put your right leg up on the bench, so your skirt forms an arc from
your thigh.  He is closest to your left leg so he has a good view across
and can see your exposed pussy.  He looks directly at it, smiles and emits
a knowing chuckle.  `Very nice,' he says in a croaky voice.

   "You turn to him, still with your leg up.  The skirt goes down a little
so he can just see the bottom of your bush.  `What's that?' you ask firmly.

   "He is unabashed.  `Your pussy.  Very nice.  I knew you had a nice arse
that time you were jogging.  Now I know you have a nice pussy too.'

   "You are dumbfounded by his directness.  `Oh,' you say.  You look at me
and I shrug.  You take your leg off the bench.

   "He continues, `lift up your skirt.  Let me have another look.' His
forwardness has rather nonplussed both of us, and so he seems to be in
control.

   Not knowing what else to do, you follow his instructions and lift up the
front of your skirt.  I am on the outer part of the bend, so I have a good
view either way and no-one is around.  You are looking up at the sky as he
gazes into your bush.  `Come closer,' he says.  You hesitate momentarily
and then, still holding up your skirt you stand in front of him.  `Mmmmm,'
he murmurs appreciatively leaning forward, so his face is only six inches
from your pussy.  `I can see you're already a bit excited.' He is referring
to the glistening and slightly swollen lips that are apparent after our
games.  You blush at this and drop your skirt.

   "'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."