Dale’s moment of penetration was obvious, and he thrust forcefully to embed himself deeply in John’s ass. John groaned, and let his head droop. Debbie stepped up to John, dipped her mouth to his ear, and whispered, “Now you know; let’s see how you like it.”
As Debbie and I departed the premises, Dale was treating John to a forceful reaming, aggressively pounding his ass. I had to add a parting remark as I shut the door behind us.
“Enjoy John. Hopefully, for your sake, I’ll never see you again.”
Dale answered, “I doubt you’ll see him again. I’ll make sure of that.” He didn’t even slow down.
* * * * * * OK, the worst of it is over, the squeamish may want to continue from here. * * * * *
We hurried to the car, and drove away. I couldn’t help but chuckle, and soon we both were laughing almost hysterically.
Unfortunately, her laugh soon turned to tears, and she cried the entire way home. I just drove along in silence with no idea what to say.
I escorted her from the car, back into Karen’s, and sat her down, getting her a drink. Karen wanted the story of course, so I gave her a slightly abridged version. She’s more cold, calculating, and vengeful then either of us, and although she was amused by what we’d done, she had numerous suggestions of her own. It hurt me just to hear about them. Ouch. John was lucky it had just been the two of us.
Karen was feeling particularly generous that night, and after we put both Debbie and the kids to bed, she treated me to a blowjob downstairs in the living room. She’d generously given up her room to Debbie. She rushed me through the oral sex, worried that Craig would be home soon, but it didn’t interfere with my need, and I was cumming within about 5 minutes. She certainly did have a talented mouth.
* * * *
It was pretty late when I finally drove the final load of my belongings over to the house. I realized that I’d forgotten to bring Debbie’s things inside previously, so I took them into the new house, and carried them upstairs to the room we’d designated as hers. I was going to spend the next day, the last day of the month, cleaning my old apartment, in order to get my full deposit back.
When I dropped the sheet in her room, I was reminded of the tapes by the clatter of their plastic. I was curious. Ok, it was wrong, but I took a few of them downstairs to my room, and hooked up my TV and VCR so I could see their contents.
The first video showed a poor quality picture of John and Debbie. It started with John narrating for the video, as he set up the camera on a tripod, and Debbie sat at the edge of the bed, naked. John stepped over to her, stood in front of her with his semi-hard dick in his hand, and instructed her to suck him. For the next 10 minutes she blew him, and then he screwed her doggy style, constantly playing up to the camera, as if he was making the video for someone. The tape contained a few more scenes of a similar type, in which John and Debbie performed for the camera. The only variation in the tapes came in how long she sucked him before he screwed her, and in what position. In one of the scenes he took her up the ass and in another he could never really get hard, and he ended up falling asleep on the bed, while she tried to get him up.
I decided to try another tape.
This one started out with more of the same, but in the third scene Debbie and John were joined by another guy I hadn’t seen before. In this scene the guys took turns on her. It started with John getting a blowjob, and then after a few minutes he sat to one side, and watched as Debbie worked her oral magic on ‘Ron’. Ron’s tool if anything was well below average, but Debbie did a pretty impressive job on him, and had him cumming in her mouth within a couple of minutes. John then climbed back in the saddle and screwed her missionary for a while ’til he unloaded. About halfway through John’s ride, Ron lay beside Debbie and fondled her breasts, eventually kissing her. It looked as if Ron was really taken with her, understandably so. As soon as John was finished, Ron replaced him and screwed her pretty thoroughly for the next 15 minutes. She was about as animated as she’d been in any of the videos for him, and they changed position a few times, before he finished inside her while she was riding him, facing him.
I turned off the video. Morbid curiosity made me insert another.
This time it was cued up just after some guy had finished cumming on her face. She was on her knees in front of a guy watching TV. Dale and John were also present in the room. Dale thrust some paper towels in her face, and told her to clean up. She wiped her face, and the camera angle changed, and I realized that this time someone was actively doing the filming. I could now see Dale’s cock in his hand, semi-hard, and he was waving it around.
“Get over here, and hurry up. I gotta go at half-time, or my wife’s going to be pissed.” He laughed out loud, as she settled between his legs, and started to give him a half-hearted blowjob. She was mechanically moving her head, and stroking his cock. He reached out and cuffed her on the side of the head.
“Watch the teeth, bitch.”
The other guys just continued watching the game. I shuddered to think how common a scenario this must have been for the sight of that beautiful girl sucking cock to be so matter-of-fact and uneventful.
I felt guilty, watching her degradation, and popped that video out. I took the videos back to her room, and left them there. I then headed back to my room so I could hit the sack early. I was planning on getting up early to finish the cleaning of my apartment.
I was a long time getting to sleep. I couldn’t get the image of her out of my mind, being passed around, fucking and sucking on demand. The worst part was, it excited me at the same time that it disturbed and disgusted me. I hated that.
* * * *
The next morning I headed back to the apartment early, so I could finish giving the place a cleaning. There wasn’t a lot to do, ever since Debbie had gotten involved the place had been pretty immaculate.
Shortly after I had arrived, while I was finishing wiping down the interior of the refrigerator, Debbie showed up, buckets and cleaning supplies in hand. As usual she was stunning, tight t-shirt tied above her waist, and baggie shorts with a tight belt.
“Hey beautiful, what are you doing here? I thought you had the kids to watch.”
“I thought I could help you clean up here, and get you back to where you need to be, getting the house in shape. Beth said she’d take ’em, and drop ’em off when day-care’s out.”
What I really wanted to do, was take her right there and then. But I was a little worried about how things were with us, after the goings on from the day before, and I felt more than a little bit awkward.
“That’s great! How do you want to split this up?” I asked.
“If you’ll vacuum the place, I’ll clean the rooms from the back to the front. You can then shampoo the carpets while I finish up the kitchen. It shouldn’t take more than a couple of hours. We’ll have the whole afternoon to ourselves.” She smiled so enticingly.
“Let’s do it then, and see if we can’t get back to the house by lunch.”
I took the vacuum back to the bedroom and vacuumed that room, the hall, and the living area, while Debbie put a shine on the bathroom. By the time I’d finished the dining room, and had the shampooer set up, she’d finished wiping down the walls, doors and windows in the bedroom and I was able to start the shampooing there.
Once I finished the bedroom, I paused to watch her at work. She looked so pretty, so sexy. When she bent over to work on the baseboards, I wanted so desperately to just walk up behind her and ravage her, grabbing that delicious ass in my hands.
She caught me watching her, which brought out a hint of a smile, and she wiggled that sweet tush at me. It was all I could do to keep my mind on the task at hand, and start cleaning the hall run.
The shampooing was slow going, and she was done with the kitchen before I had finished the living room.
“Wow, are you done already? That’s fast. It’s not even 11:00 yet,” I said.