Saturday, November 01, 2008

Debbie's Halloween Ball

Debbie’s Halloween Ball Part One
Copyright Deni Wom 2004

Debbie giggled as she said good bye to her downstairs neighbor, Jim. Her husband, Dane, had been out of town for a long time, as usual, and she was going nuts trying to cope with her need to be close to her man. Dane was a great lover, and when he was in town, she would be well taken care of. But her downstairs neighbor Jim was always at the back of her mind, especially as she masturbated at night, safe in her own bed. Several times she had fantasized about having Jim, and secretly hoped he could hear her masturbating upstairs in her bed, thinking about him.

Debbie knew that Jim’s wife was a bit of a drinker and therefore their love making sessions were few and far between as well.

Debbie had often confided in her best girlfriend, Deni, about her growing sexual frustrations. She and Deni were very close to the same age. In fact, they had both had sex for the very first time with the same boy. Not at the same time mind you, but they both knew that the other was having sex with Joel. But that was years ago and hundreds of orgasms past.

Bear in mind, Debbie is one of those women that is a real sleeper. She rarely wore makeup, and when she didn’t, would appear plain and normal. But when Debbie did put on her makeup, LOOK OUT! The men would walk with a “limp” all night! Her slim build and small breasts were perfectly proportioned. Her green eyes were perpetually searching the room, looking for beauty. And male beauty was one of her most sought after visions. She hid that propensity well, never even admitting it to Dane. But Deni knew, because the two of them would sit in the coffee shop discussing the men around them in hushed and giggling tones.

Now as many childhood friends are, Deni and Debbie were very competitive with each other. That was probably why Debbie had had sex with Joel right after Deni did, just to prove she could. BUT! There was something about Debbie that only Deni and Dane knew.

Debbie could not resist taking a dare! It was simply not within her. Especially when the dare would come from Deni!

And so it was that as Halloween approached, and Debbie was missing her husband so very much, that Dane, after a long sad phone call with Debbie, had a brainstorm.

Dane picked the phone back up and dialed a number he knew by heart.

“Hello?”

“Deni?”

Yeah? ………… Is this Dane?”

“Yeah.”

Concerned, Deni worried “Are you OK, is Debbie OK? Why are you calling?” Her tone of concern was obvious, full of worry.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah. We are fine, Debbie is fine. But …… I just had a brainstorm!”

“What! ……What are you talking about?” Deni was not used to her best friend’s husband calling her, especially when he was out of town.

“Debbie has told you, I am sure, what I have told her about my fantasy about her and ……you know…..?!!”

Deni smiled into the phone. Yes, Debbie had told her about Dane’s fantasy all right. Deni had been all for Debbie doing it! But Debbie, conservative careful Debbie, had a lot of reservations. Severe reservations. Dane had been left feeling like it would never happen. So, deeply disappointed, he had eventually dropped the subject.

Deni’s voice became teasing. “So what is your hotshot idea, big boy?”

“Well……..” Dane was immediately intimidated by Deni’s conspiratorial, put-up-or-shut-up tone. “Well, you know how lonely she gets……..”

“Yeah, and she won’t let me help her with that either……….” Deni giggled her throaty, sexually charged, bisexual chuckle.

Dane flushed, knowing that Deni knew he wanted in the worst way to watch her make love to his wife.

“And you already know that I am OK with her fucking around on me, right?” Dane asked.

“Yeah, Dane, I do!” Deni was relishing the control she now had over Dane. She had already decided that this was going to work out just fine!

“Wellllll, I was thinking……..”

“Go ahead Dane, just spit it out! Just go ahead and say it, you want me to seduce your wife into taking strange cock, right?” Deni was laughing silently on the other end of the line as she sensed Dane’s desperate need to feel like he was helping to meet his beloved wife’s needs. Tonight he felt particularly guilty about being out of town so much. Deni pushed him before he lost his nerve, “Spill the beans babe!”

“Well, Saturday is Halloween.”

“OK.”

“And The Pink Pussy Cat is having a Halloween ball.” Dane was talking fast now. “So I was thinking that you could talk her into going, and to let those two guys on the floor below, you know Jim and his brother Bob, know she was going to the ball, and when you get her there, you could, ……..you could, ……..” Dane seemed to lose his nerve.

“Damn it Dane, just say it! I could what?”

“You could dare her to dance with them after she is about three sheets to the wind, you know? And you could tell Jim and Bob that I want them to fuck her. And you could dare Debbie to do them on the dance floor. And I will be upstairs in my costume and Debbie will never know I got to watch her fuck them.”

Deni was speechless. Dane’s plan was so beautifully simple. Debbie would have a costume on, so she would feel safe about who was watching. Deni could help her with the costume so it was tarty and easy to get around as she danced. And Deni knew the dance floor would be packed with dancers. The DJ booth was upstairs above the dance floor, and there was usually several men up there watching the crowd for potential problems arising. Dane could watch his beloved wife taking strange cock as she danced, and Debbie would never know her husband was even in town, let alone watching. Deni started laughing.

Dane’s voice became defensive, “What, you don’t like the idea?”

“Dane, sweetheart, I not only like it, I LOVE it! It is a gorgeous idea! I am warning you though, I am going to have Debbie as part of this too you understand, and you may not get to watch that part, at least not the first time.”

Dane was beside himself with excitement. “Then you will help me!!!!!”

“Count on it buster. I will get to have my best friend as a lover, there is plenty of incentive here for me!” Deni laughed her most evil, conniving laugh.

And the plan was set.



Debbie’s Halloween Ball Part Two
Copyright Deni Wom 2004

“Deni, will you pluck me?”

Deni turned and looked at her best friend. “After all your rude comments about my smooth pussy, you want me to pluck yours now?”

Debbie snickered, ....... then laid back in the tub allowing her slim lily white body to float to the surface. Her reddish pubic hair barely broke through the surface as Deni sat on the low stool beside the tub. Taking the tweezers, Deni bent to her task, plucking one hair at a time. Her hand at first did not touch Debbie’s sex, but as she worked, her hand moved closer and closer as she pulled the skin taut during her work. Debbie felt each sharp but slightly erotic prick as the hairs were removed in quick tugs. The sensation, at first slightly painful, began to cause her sexual flower to open, her petals to unfurl. As Deni worked closer and closer to her nether lips, the sensations of Deni’s soft hands and the hair pulling began to really become more and more pleasurable to Debbie.

“Spread your legs for me baby.” Debbie put her thighs on the side of the claw foot tub, allowing her knees to hang over each side. Deni's own pussy was becoming wet as she worked on her best friend’s delicate lily white body. She desperately wanted to kiss Debbie’s sex, and to tongue her light-pink inner-core. Deni paused to trace a blue vein under Debbie’s alabaster skin. She felt Debbie shiver slightly at her soft lingering touch. Debbie’s eyes were closed now as Deni continued to work. Working closer and closer to Debbie’s thin lips, Deni began to pull slightly on the soft flesh on each side of Debbie’s sex. A stifled moan was audible as Debbie endeavored to strangle her growing sexual desire.

“You want it all gone honey?” Debbie nodded her head tightly. “Am I hurting you too much baby?” Debbie shook her head tersely, not trusting herself to open her eyes and see her best friend working on her unusually needy pussy. Deni grinned, then placed her hand directly on Debbie’s randy sex. “Almost done sweetheart……. THERE! Last one. All done. Feel how nice and soft she is now!” Deni caressed Debbie’s sex as if she were testing for any missed hairs.

Debbie’s hand furtively caressed her pubic mound, experimenting with the new sensations there. She instantly realized that her own hand was no less stimulating than Deni’s. She hurriedly moved her hand away, but secretly promised her inner-self to enjoy the new softness of her pubic region when she got home after the ball. She smiled slightly, the corners of her lips turning up just a tiny bit, thinking of how she would love to show her smooth hairlessness to Dane …….. and for that matter to Bob and Jim, she admitted to her secret-self. Then she mentally chastised herself for even thinking such a thing.

“Well, babe! Lets get you dressed! This outfit will make you the belle of the ball baby.” Deni held up the extremely low cut, backless, short dress she had selected and bought for Debbie to wear. She helped Debbie into it, then stepped back and gazed at her friend. “Gorgeous baby! You are SUCH a beautiful woman! Put on the fishnet stockings and white garter belt too, baby. I bet you get asked to dance by every man at the ball.”

“Not likely if I am standing near you, Deni. Hey, where are my panties and bra?”

Deni deliberately did not answer Debbie’s question. “Hey! Debbie! Guess what! Jim and Bob are going tonight!”

Debbie immediately felt her pussy quicken. She quickly looked at Deni to make sure that Deni did not suspect that she felt so turned on by Jim and Bob. Deni smirked at Debbie’s sudden change in body language. Debbie was suddenly glad that she would wear no panties. ‘All the better when I get home tonight and touch myself,’ she thought. "God, I will be so wet all evening!" She shivered slightly in anticipation of being able to release her need later that evening in her safe warm comforting bed.

“Well, baby, put your make up on and lets get going.” Deni turned and walked from the bedroom. In the living room, she pulled out her cell phone and dialed Jim’s number. “Hi Jimbo, you two ready yet?”

“Yeah, we were just walking out.”

“Got any questions about tonight?”

“Naw, don’t think so. We are supposed to wait for your signal, then ask her to dance. Then try to fuck her pussy and ass on the dance floor, right?”

“Yes, and get her tits out and let everyone see them too. Her husband will be upstairs on the DJ area, OK? Make sure he can see every thing you do to her, with her, OK?”

“I swear to god, if this weren’t for Debbie, I would not do this. Too much chance to get arrested!”

Deni laughed out loud. “Oh cut the shit Jimbo, you know you would do a knot hole in the floor if you thought you could get away with it!”

“What did you say Deni?” Debbie yelled from the bedroom.

“Nothing Debbie!” Deni yelled back, then in a softer voice spoke into the phone, “Now Jim, make sure at the end that you two get her in a sandwich between you and get her in both openings at the same time, OK?”

“God, Deni, if I did not already know you really well, I would never believe this was real. See you there.”

“Jimbo! You two are dressed up in costumes so she won’t know you right away, right?”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah! No way she will recognize us. Neither will you………..” Jim started laughing raucously.

Deni closed her cell phone and grinned to herself. ‘Looks like I will be staying here with Debbie tonight, taking care of her poor little . . . . “needs”’

Deni chuckled evilly.


Debbie’s Halloween Ball Part Three
Copyright Deni Wom 2004

“Damn! Its dark in here!” Debbie said. She stood near the entry door so she could allow her eyes to adjust. Deni had her hand on her best girlfriends back, so when Debbie stopped, Deni did too. Deni pushed Debbie over to the side so the other people could enter without running over them.

As their eyes adjusted to the dim light, the dance floor and bar area began to materialize out of the gloom. They could see that the whole Pink Pussy Cat bar had been transformed magically into a huge castle keep, with spider webs in the corners, bricks on the walls, a dungeon in one corner, and straw on the floor. Even the smell of the barn was there.

Debbie was dressed as a tarty serving maid, complete with short skirt, her mostly exposed cleavage very obviously jiggling anytime she moved. The back of her dress was non existent above her tiny waist, but included a choke collar of sorts around her long perfectly formed neck. The flair of her slim hips was accentuated by the black fabric that suddenly covered her buttocks, made even more obvious by the alabaster white of her skin that ended abruptly at her waist where the dress finally covered her. The men nearby were staring at the shimmying sides of her delicate firm small breasts that were visible because of the severe cut of her dress. Debbie’s shoes were six inch high spiked heels, which showed off her perfect calves and thighs as the works of art they were. Debbie’s face was covered from her cheek bones to her hair line with a black mask.

Deni was dressed like an old woman, complete with wrinkled face mask, gray scraggly wig, bent over posture, and a crooked cane.

Finally their eyes had adjusted enough to allow them to walk on in in relative safety. The conversations seemed to stop whenever they were spotted as they walked through the room. Debbie walked with her head held high, her pert chest so proudly held, her shoulders back. Not one man in the room took a drink while Debbie walked to her table. It was in a booth in the corner, and not in the spot lighted area.

Deni was hobbling along behind Debbie as quickly as her tired old body could move. Not one eye moved to watch Deni as she hobbled along leaning on her crooked cane. All eyes were on the spectacular figure strutting along ahead of her. Behind her mask, Deni thought about how easily Debbie’s hips moved now, with no panties, and her sex plucked clean of resistance. ‘What a woman,’ Deni thought! Deni could feel her own tiny pussy wettening as she thought about what would almost certainly happen tonight, here, in front of five hundred people. Dane would see his year’s long fantasy come true, Debbie would suddenly be a “sexually freed woman,” and Deni would finally get to make love to her beloved, very best friend.

Debbie gasped as she felt the cold of the old wooden bench seats touch her bare plucked sex as she slid into the booth. A tremor of raw lust ran through her. Deni humped and huffed her way onto the opposite bench. When Deni finally had adjusted her old body, the waiter promptly appeared, and while studying Debbie’s fully visible cleavage carefully, asked them what they wished to drink.

Deni, in her best old woman’s Irish brogue informed him that “It’ll be Irrrrrish Whisky for the booth or us! And be quick aboot it, laddy, we be needin’ a double to get us starrrrrted!” Debbie giggled as the befuddled waiter trundled off.

Within minutes three people filled the table nearest them. Two men and a woman sat down and started to tell bawdy jokes. The men were dressed as French faggots, complete with brightly colored breech tights and leather cod pieces over their penis and balls. The woman was dressed as a brothel whore, with her tits hanging almost out of her torn bodice. She placed one foot up on the chair beside her. Her thick untrimmed black pussy fur was clearly visible to Debbie and Deni as her legs sprawled wide open.
Deni watched the whore’s vulgar display with interest, Debbie flushed red in flustered distaste. But Deni noticed in glee that Debbie’s eyes kept flitting toward the wide open legs of the whore. The whore kept watching Debbie's eyes flit toward her heavily made up and painted face, then to her carelessly exposed slut's crotch, then back to Debbie's own primly folded hands. Debbie's nipples hardened, completing the perfect cone of her plump B cup breasts showing through the front of her almost-not-there dress. Each time that Debbie's eyes moved involuntarily to the rude woman's hairy cunt, Debbie's face and chest would blush bright red.

The waiter hurried back over and stood where he could again see Debbie’s delectable cleavage, and the form of her white jiggling tits as Debbie breathed harder from her own unwelcome rising sexual need. One of the men ordered for the threesome in a sibilant fake French faggot’s lisp, and then told the waiter in a louder French-accented lisp to set up the “Mademoiselles at za nex table vis sree of wat zay are dreenking.”

"Three?" The waiter asked incredulously? But the faggots and the whore were already telling jokes again, and ignored him. The waiter, looking at Debbie's delightful display of flesh, dropped his pencil. He bent over looking up at Debbie, obviously trying to see up her short dress. Frustrated at not being able to see anything in the dim light under the table, he began to straighten up.

The whore turned her self directly to his face. The look on the waiter's face as he came face to face with the whore's lower lips caused Deni to cackle in glee. The whore grabbed the poor waiter by the ears and pulled his face directly into her crotch. She held him there for a few minutes as he struggled to breath. The brothel whore was already close to cumming from looking at Debbie’s incredible body. The long nose of the waiter rubbing on her clittie was all it took to send her over the edge. As she came, she smashed the waiters ever harder into her opening. As her orgasm subsided, she let go of the poor man's ears, causing him to drop face first onto the floor.

Debbie's face was turned directly toward the scene as it unfolded. Try as she might, she could not pull her eyes away, watching the full display of public facial rape of a male from only a few feet away. She felt herself flood with wetness, her lips wetting, then smearing her wetness onto the wooden bench.

The poor horribly embarrassed waiter hurriedly got up and bustled off, crimson at having been so flagrantly used in public.

The whore's eyes never left Debbie's face throughout the whole episode.

After regaining some semblance of self control, Debbie looked at Deni's twinkling eyes showing through her old woman's mask. "Deni, did you....?"

Trying not to laugh, Deni replied, "Yea baby! Was that hot or not?"

"NOT!" Debbie replied in a huff, crossing her arms across her chest. An audible groan went up from the growing group of males that were moving rapidly into easy viewing distance.

Within a few minutes, a waiter set four rounds of drinks in front of them. Deni tipped one toward Debbie. "Salute!" Not to be outdone, Debbie clinked her glass to Deni's and replied "Salute!" Both took the drinks down in one gulp. Their second drink went down within thirty seconds of the first. And the third was gone only a few seconds later. Deni then tipped the last one toward Debbie. "OK baby, here goes the last one! "Salute!" Debbie followed suit without hesitation.

Within minutes, Debbie, running on an empty stomach, was feeling no pain.

Another four drinks arrived.

After the waiter left again, Debbie looked at the man at the next table who had ordered drinks for them and said “Jim, ish that really you?” Her huge doe-shaped eyes blinked slowly at his surprised face.



Debbie’s Halloween Ball Part Four
Copyright Deni Wom 2004

The man dressed as the French faggot looked straight at Debbie, her doleful large eyes, her wonderfully exposed cleavage, the alabaster skin that glowed in the black light. Without hesitation he moved to the booth that Deni and Debbie shared. “Ma Cheri! What might I do for you, my sexy bit of cheese?”

“Cheese?” Debbie was totally taken aback by the aggressive behavior of the man. Now that he was sitting right next to her, his voice did not sound at all like Jim’s she realized blearily. His hand was already on her thigh, and moving rapidly up toward the hem of her dress.

To overwhelm her defenses, the Frenchman lowered the cod piece that covered his genitalia. Debbie was looking directly at his large scrotum, and his penis which was rising toward erection as she felt his hand smoothly raise the hem of her dress to the tops of her nylon stockings. The Frenchman’s other hand moved to the back of her neck, pulling her face toward his pursed lips. Debbie was overwhelmed by the multiple varied tactics being used to breach her unprepared partly sloshed defenses.

At the same time her lips were captured by the man’s lips, she felt his hand begin to touch her naked soft belly just above her sex. She could feel his unfurling penis caressing her leg above her stockings as his lips endeavored to part her lips, his tongue insistent upon gaining entrance into her mouth. His finger slipped vertically down her belly to caress her newly plucked, very sensitive fold that protected her most vulnerable sexual tissue.

As Debbie tried to lean back to free her mouth from his direct assault on her lips, her legs involuntarily spread wider, permitting his finger to slip within her wetness. His hand moved vertically as he fondled her opening and clitoris. His cock was now caressing her alabaster belly as he turned his body toward her. When Debbie tried to blindly push his entering hand away below, she instead mistakenly grasped his penile shaft, and pushed on it. His dripping wetness coated her soft white hand as she moved her hand out and back, mistakenly yanking his foreskin up and down his cock shaft as she attempted to push his hand away from her own crotch.

As he rode higher on her, she lay back on the booth seat, her legs reflexively spreading to maintain balance, which allowed him to climb on top of her. Still kissing her, his cock shaft began to caress her pussy lips, his hand still wetting her lips as it moved in and out of her sex. Unable to push him off, or even stop his digital assault, she was totally surprised when his cock entered her wetness without resistance. His body was deep between her legs now, and she could not knee him, or get her hands under his chest to push him off of her. He began pumping his rigid prick in and out of her unprotected cunt, already wet from her continuing unremitting thoughts of pleasuring herself after she got home and was in her own safe bed.

Suddenly the Frenchman was bodily picked up and removed from her body. Caught in absolute surprise, she froze there in her violated position, her opened pussy visible to all looking, her nipples outside her dress, her mouth gasping for breath, her arms raised in a useless defensive protest.

The Frenchman was bodily carried over the big strong man’s shaved head, his froggy cock flopping impotently. The big man tossed him outside the club in a heap on the side walk. After the big man returned into the bar, the Frenchman got up, tucked his pussy slimed cock back inside his cod piece, and skipped down the sidewalk, his hands in the air in a victory dance. ‘YES!!!!! I get a blow job from Deni! And shit oh-dear! I actually got my cock into her fucking cunt!’ He could not have been happier at the results of the evening. There was no question in his mind who gave the best BJs around.

Both the whore and the other French faggot were laughing uproariously.

Deni immediately skirted around the booth’s table and took Debbie in her protective arms. She wrapped her arms around her without giving Debbie a chance to rearrange her clothing. As Deni held her, Debbie began to sob, partly from fear and the resultant adrenaline rush, and partly from the incredibly intense sexual action that had just secretly excited every sense within her body. Deni held her, hushing her as she stroked her back and head. The rubber old-woman’s mask pushed against Debbie’s neck.

As Debbie’s befuddled sobs subsided, she begrudgingly realized just how excited her obstinate perfect body still was from the Frenchman’s sexual penetration, the visual stimulation of a stranger’s cock and balls, the touching of his dripping cock, and the overwhelmingly sexy kissing that had entered her mouth. God could that man kiss, she thought as her sobs quieted.



Debbie’s Halloween Ball Part Five
Copyright Deni Wom 2004

Debbie was enraged by her own rape, yet she was also strangely excited by her ever so brief experience. She was horrified by her sexual excitement from the Frenchman’s kisses, caresses, penetrations, the feel of his cock in her hand, his hard prick inside her body. She was horrified, even mortified, but still she had felt the vulgar excitement of public penetration, penetration by a stranger as others watched her body taking his stiffness inside her. Her feelings swirled and whirled in her head until she thought she might explode. Trembling, she continued to drink shots of the whiskey. Deni hushed her sobs and held her as she shivered and shuddered in shocked disbelief. Debbie shook in fury, and her totally new sexual sensations. Debbie was inexplicably both excited and angry. She could not resolve her disparate feelings. Not knowing what to do, Debbie accepted Deni’s warm comforting caresses as her mortified, mystified, curious tears dried.

Deni, for her part, was very angry with that fucking French asshole for penetrating her friend in that manner. She had specifically forbidden him to do exactly that. She made up her mind that he would receive a good fucking up his defenseless asshole as punishment. She decided to tie him up, promising him the BJ, but then fuck his sorry asshole instead. She smiled her evil smile as she planned which strap-on dildo she would use on his defenseless tender virginal opening.

In order to restart the party-hardy atmosphere, the DJ quickly played thunderous tunes with a primitive beat . Soon the dance floor was full of excited dancers gyrating, grinding, moshing their bodies together. The smell of sweat, subtle body odor, and hot perfume permeated the air.

A sense of excitement gripped the dancers, the drinkers, and the crowd. The party spirit, the knowledge that no one could tell who was who; the very anonymity became an aphrodisiac. The dancers became more risqué. Hands began to touch private parts. Hips ground against buttocks, hands caressed cleavage, hard crotches ground against wetness. Invisible pheromonal sexual signals permeated the whole bar. Semi-erections began to obviously tent trousers, wetness began seeping from widening nether lips, the need for carnal human touch began to override common sense. With the quick exchange of money in the DJ’s booth, songs tailor-made to encourage dirty dancing among the writhing dancers continued to stimulate the mood. People began to pair off. Over eager couples began to find dark corners. The pungent, delightful smells of sex triggered other couple’s ardor. The dance floor became an upright, writhing orgy.

Breasts began to peek from blouses. Nipples protruded through bras. Large anonymous hands touched strangers intimately in any place they could reach. Dresses began to rise, eager hands found sodden panties. Torn panties began to appear on sweaty heads. Soon the seated anxious women began to lay their panties and bras on their bar tables to openly advertise their sexually available hidden, anonymous nakedness. Those oh-so-obvious women were immediately rewarded by being asked to dance, and that message was not lost on the rest of the eager women. Men began to walk up behind women, cupping their breasts as they sat at their tables, or as they danced. Hands fondled tented trousers in return. Zippers began to lower. Small hands fondled strange cocks. And the primal carnal beat drove on.

Debbie sat in the booth, downing shots, watching the growing public displays of lewdness. Although she would not consciously admit it to herself, she was becoming more and more aroused. She began to notice a slight tickle along her sex lips. Subtle at first, but there none the less. As the public lewdness increased, and as the shots went down, the smell of sexual ardor increased, and she began to be aware that her nipples were hard and her body was secreting her own sexual elixir. She moved a bit, and felt the cold wetness on the bench when she moved. Looking down, she saw a small clear puddle between her thighs. Embarrassed beyond belief, she told Deni she was going to the powder room. Deni hefted her tired old woman’s body up and hobbled protectively after her.

Debbie immediately staggered to the toilet stall and pulled her short dress up. She was not at all prepared for what assaulted her eyes. Her dress was absolutely soaked beneath her perfect bubble butt. Hunching her hips forward, she looked at her thin lips, and saw that they were swollen and gapped widely open. Amazed, she placed her middle finger at their saturated opening and was amazed to realize she could enter her sex with virtually no pressure at all. Her pure white thighs were thickly coated with her own ardor. Her slight touch triggered her to need her husband’s loving servicing. A low slurring moan escaped her open bright red lip stick covered mouth, even as her finger tentatively pressed deeper within her. Her other hand rose to her nearly exposed nipple. She visualized her husband’s penis, charged, ready, hard, eager, needy, pulsing. Her finger pressed yet further inside her highly fraught vagina. She changed quickly to her long curled middle finger, then again added her index finger as she caressed deep inside herself. Her eyes closed, her hips began to move, thrusting her pelvis against her fingers as she squeezed her firm conical breast and its protruding achy nubbin. The palm of her hand caressed her erect clittie. In her growing need, her moan was no longer a soft mewl. Her wail of need was clearly audible throughout the restroom. A few drunken, understanding snickers floated back to her.

Deni’s ears perked up. “Debbie, are you OK in there?”

Debbie’s eyes flew open, her face flushed crimson in her shame. “Uhhh …. Yeah, Deni, I’m fine, uhhh ….. just thinking…..”

Deni snickered her most engaging chuckle. “Debbie sweetheart, we need to get you out there dancing honey! You haven’t danced yet tonight.”

Debbie was still too lost in her sexual need to object. “Uhhh, OK! Ummm, …. Yeah lets just go dance.” Debbie had trouble opening the toilet stall handle in her overwhelming need and her alcohol saturated state.

Deni could tell Debbie was ready for the dare. Now she had to find Jim and Bob quickly.



Debbie’s Halloween Ball Part Six
Copyright Deni Wom 2004

Deni held Debbie’s arm as Deni, in keeping with her costume, hobbled out of the women’s restroom. Walking bent over and hobbling slowly, she had plenty of time to watch the various people seated throughout the bar. Most were watching the dance floor where one woman was already on her knees giving head to three men in a small circle, and another woman was letting all comers play with her extremely well developed, naked breasts.

A small “Ooooh” went up from the crowd as someone pulled the large breasted woman’s skimpy skirt down over her hips, exposing her bare pussy to them. Stepping out if her skirt, the woman spread her legs lewdly, and began to gyrate her naked hips to the music. The surrounding dancers and watchers began to clap encouragement in time to the beat. Under the spot lights, the woman’s vagina was glistening in her arousal. Her ungainly breasts swayed back and forth as her hips thrust rhythmically forward invitingly. A man stood up and pulled his prick out, then hopped to her. Within seconds, she had taken him within her randy wetness. They humped in time to the music for a few brief moments, then the man shuddered his submission to her superior equipment. Soon after, he collapsed from within her onto the dance floor. He crawled on hands and knees back to his place, his cock dribbling cum under him as he crawled.

Another man rose and moved to service the woman’s obvious continuing need. He first buried his head into the vastness of her sloshing breasts. Using her hands and arms, she wrapped her soft mammoth fun bags around his head, and then with a flip of her torso, slung him from the dance floor. The laughs and hoots enticed the other dancers. They all gathered to watch the bawdy show.

Only two people were still watching Deni and Debbie as they pushed their way back toward their booth. Deni smiled behind her mask and headed Debbie in that direction. The eyes behind the masks were full of recognition.

As they walked, hands touched Debbie in an open familiarity as she and Deni walked slowly along. Debbie was so turned on, having been interrupted just as she was so close to cumming, that the precocious hands felt good to her.

Deni stopped Debbie just before she reached the table where the two watchers sat. One was dressed as Lil Abner, complete with the huge cowlick, massive shoulders, tiny little butt covered by skin tight trousers, and the trademark strap across only one shoulder. The other was dressed as Popeye the Sailor Man. An anonymous hand caressed Debbie’s bubble butt as they stood there watching the fracas on the dance floor. Deni could see that the large chested woman was now on all fours and taking erect visitors within her several openings.

Lil Abner stood up and took Debbie’s hand, leading her to the dance floor. Debbie, too mind-blown from alcohol and sexual need to protest, simply followed. The theme song to “Dirty Dancing” started as they entered the dance floor. It was Debbie’s favorite. Lil Abner pulled Debbie to his well muscled chest and pressed his hips against Debbie’s writhing crotch. A dreamy, enchanted look covered her beautiful face. She made no effort to withdraw from his intimate familiarity with her body. She simply danced to the primal familiar music.

Within minutes, Lil Abner turned her, pulling her firm ripe bubble butt against his wanton crotch. Deni looked at Popeye and commanded, “Get me up there!” She grabbed his hand and pulled him behind her. They took up station on the dance floor beside Debbie and Lil Abner.

Looking down, Deni could see the erection that Debbie was rubbing her perfect bottom against. Lil Abner reached around Debbie and ran his hands up her sides, caressing the naked sides of her breasts and up to her neck. Then he ran his hands slowly down the front of her dress, moving ever so lightly across her perfect, hard, nipple-tipped cones.

Debbie’s eyes closed as she surrendered to his intimate touches. There was only her now, her, the beat, and his dancing body.

Lil Abner pulled her back around to face him, then put his hands on her buttocks, pulling her to his tented crotch. Debbie’s legs opened. She allowed her own body to move between his muscular thighs.

Deni could see the outlines of her vaginal lips pressed around each side of Lil Abner’s easily visible penile shaft. Lil Abner began to move his hips vertically against her aroused yet hidden clittie. Wetness appeared, first at the tip of Lil Abner’s penis, soaking through the front his trousers. Then, only seconds later, Deni could see the wetness of Debbie’s own arousal begin to soak through her little black dress.

Lil Abner moved his thumbs to the sides of Debbie’s hips. With each vertical pelvic thrust, her dress rose a tiny bit. In a few breathless moments, her dress was gathered above his male bulge.

Deni could see the hem of Debbie’s dress now. There was no longer any question about what Debbie’s bare clittie and pussy were pleasuring against. Each beat of the randy music was now causing her to pulse her cunt against the rampant cock that intended to fuck her, here, in public, tonight, as every one watched, including her own husband, who was upstairs watching her surreal movements like a starving hawk watches its only prey.

Lil Abner moved his hands to her shoulders, then gracefully moved them down under her shoulder straps, touching for the very first time breasts that had only been touched by one other man, her beloved husband. The wetness on the front of Lil Abner's trousers began to spread rapidly.

Yet no negative reaction from Debbie, just sensual, graceful movements to the beat of the primitive music. Encouraged, Lil Abner slowly moved her thin dress aside, exposing her perfect conical breasts to the room. Others around them began to stop dancing, turning toward them, waiting to see the unveiling of this most perfect of bodies. The crowd could innately sense the import of what was happening before them. They could sense the privileged status being afforded them as this most gorgeous woman’s perfect body was unveiled to their world.

The room quieted in expanding circular rings, as if a small white stone had been dropped into the lake where Debbie danced, held by the strong, broad-shouldered, huge-biceped man dressed as Lil Abner.

Debbie’s aroused, oblivious body danced on, matching the beat of the hips that pulsed against her nakedness. Lil Abner reached behind her hips furtively, trying not to draw attention to his hands, or what he was intending to do. He found her zipper tongue, and slowly, carefully, in small movements timed to the music, lowered her zipper from the top of her bubble butt past the hem of the skirt below.

Then, moving his hands to her front, he gently and softy raised her dress from her perfect alabaster body. Every eye in the place was glued to one perfect thing. Debbie’s sensual movements caused the entire assemblage to breath in unison as her small white body, with its perfect conical breasts and wonderfully rounded buttocks, kept perfect time. Every eye assimilated the most beautiful body any of them had ever seen. The vision before them was naked except for garter belt and the dusky nylon stockings that encased her rippling alabaster thighs. Her body was leaned back, causing her breasts to rise vertically from her snow white chest. The hollows of her belly, where it joined her hips, were pulsing to her dance as she leaned against the palms of the hands supporting the small of her back. Her ruby red nipples tipping them were proud, erect, and succulent. Her ripe firm breasts swayed gently to the music. Her smooth well muscled legs reflected light from the spot lights which seemed aimed only at her nakedness. Her hips thrust lewdly against the bulge centered on her vaginal opening. Her need to consummate this dance was awe-inspiring.

As she danced, Debbie did not open her eyes. Her exposed body still pulsed to the music, her cuntal lips spread wide around the rude thick shaft, still covered by Lil Abner’s skin tight pants. Her pussy rose up and down his cock shaft as she danced and writhed. Her breathing was rapid now, as she closed upon her need. Her mouth formed a perfect ‘O’ as she rose toward nirvana.



Debbie’s Halloween Ball Part Seven
Copyright Deni Wom 2004

Dane stood in the DJ’s box, watching his wife’s naked, perfect body being enjoyed by over five hundred people. Five hundred people looking at his wife’s delectable breasts, her tight newly plucked cunt, her impeccably smooth white skin, and those legs to die for. ‘When the hell did she pluck her cunt?’ Dane suddenly wondered distractedly. But then, here he was watching as the woman he loved most in the world was about to accept her first stranger’s cock deep into her body. And the lucky stranger was so big, so handsome, so well built. ‘God,’ Dane thought, ‘what a perfect man to be her first lover. He is such a perfect specimen of a man.’

Dane had fantasized about this very moment for years. Not this exact place really, or with these particular people watching necessarily, but he had fantasized about another man’s penis entering and pleasuring his beautiful beloved wife. He had fantasized about watching her being taken by a handsome hunk of a man who would dominate her, take her, make her cum over and over and over as Dane watched her being pleasured perfectly, pleasured well beyond his own paltry love making abilities. He craved seeing her body being entered, filled, and refilled. Stretched widely, and then filled with some handsome virile stranger’s potent sperm. He craved watching her learn to need the stranger’s penis and to want the stranger’s return to frequent her bed in order to refill her receptive womb, to give her more and more everlastingly incredible orgasms. Dane wanted to hear Debbie tell him “No sweetheart, no sex for you, I am saving myself for my incredible lover.”

He wanted to then kneel at her feet and tell her he understood completely. Tell her he knew her lover was so much better in bed than he was. Tell her that all he asked of her was that she still love him after she had been so properly and wonderfully pleasured by her virile lover. He felt strongly that would be more than enough reward for him, and for his obviously inferior penis, for his wretchedly inferior love making abilities.

Dane’s cock became so intensely hard as he thought about his wife's impending stupendous orgasms, that he began to unconsciously rub his hardness against the steel rail that protected the edges of the DJ’s booth. The caressing fluttering butterflies that filled his abdomen, and the iron handrail caressing his rigid cock were making him incredibly desperate for an orgasm. As he watched his beautiful wife rise in her pleasure, saw her perfect naked form being watched by hundreds of people, his hand dove into his costume to relieve his own desperate need. Without even thinking, he unzipped himself and fetched little Mikey from within his trousers. His hand began to stroke his steely little dick as he watched his own wife gyrating lewdly, her every sexual movement being watched by so many randy people.

Debbie’s perfect lips formed an ‘O’ of desperation as Dane watched, as he rewarded his own best friend, his little Mikey with a loving stroking. He saw the old woman with grey hair dirty dancing behind the handsome stranger that was holding his wife’s naked receptive body. The old woman then reached around Lil Abner and carefully unbuttoned and unzipped his skin tight trousers. She then reverently laid Lil Abner’s fly fully open. Her old hands reached within and coaxed the implement of his wife’s delight from its protective clothing.

Dane leaned forward, eager to catch a glimpse of the first prick, besides his of course, that would fuck Debbie's tight little cunnie.

He was SO CLOSE to seeing his long-held fantasy. Just a few more inches now, and the handsome hunk’s manly pole would impale her opening. The man would impale his deserving wife with his virile, potent phallus. Would his beloved Debbie really, finally, let a rank stranger enter her body?

Oh GOD he hoped so!

Then Dane saw the glorious god-like penis that was gliding up into public view. Dane, at long last, saw the cum filled penis that would be the implement of his wife’s delirious pleasures. He licked his lips as his eyes consumed the heavenly vision of the very fuck tool that would cause his wife to crave strange cock.

The incredible perfect cock was thick.

It was long.

It was dark.

It was heavily veined.

The head was arrow shaped, and purple, and wonderfully thick at its crown.

And it pulsed with its own internal life force.

Debbie, her face a mask of desire, continued to grind her fertile pussy against the stranger’s beautifully shaped shaft. Dane’s eyes watched the first skin to skin contact as his wife’s hips pulsed her wet clittie up and down the shaft of Lil Abner’s pre-cum dribbling cock.

Debbie's supine face rose slowly to turn toward the rigid monstrous prick that was now nakedly caressing her own sex wetted clittie. Her large liquid eyes gazed lustfully at their very public joining. She watched her cunnie stroking the dribbling shaft that was half encased within her grinding pussy lips.

Suddenly, with no warning, even as he watched his wife publicly ‘dry-fucking’ the stranger's prick, Dane’s orgasm seized him. His sticky ejaculate rose from his testicles, passing through his cock shaft, then in what seemed to Dane to be slow motion, it flew free through the air in stringy white somersaults, arching up high above the crowd, then descending toward the gyrating, naked alabaster body below. Another long stream of white sperm exploded from his orgasming cock head, also rising, turning, then arching over and falling toward the humping couple.

In utter mortification, Dane turned, and ran for the shadows, his cock still firing cum streams randomly as it waggled back and forth from his feverish, embarrassed scurrying movements. He vaguely realized that he had cum FAR more this time than he had ever cum before.




Debbie’s Halloween Ball Part Eight
Copyright Deni Wom 2004

Merla, the woman who had so enjoyed screwing the many men on the dance floor, whose huge soft bazzooms and easy pussy had so enticed the “sailors-in-port,” stood up, then turned toward Debbie. Merla watched as the gorgeous thin sexy woman’s alabaster hips pulsed up and down on the thick cock shaft embedded between her thin delectable lips. The large woman’s tongue swiped her own lips, savoring for one last time the remains of the cum she had sucked from the many men she had so wantonly serviced, even as the crowd watched, entranced. BUT NOW the fickle crowd was watching this skinny upstart woman, just because she was thin and pretty, instead of her, Merla the fuck slut.

Well, she would show them what they wanted to see! Merla stepped toward Debbie’s undulating supine form. Debbie’s pretty head was now tilted up, watching her, spotlighted body move erotically against the large cock. Merla could tell by looking at Debbie’s face that Debbie was about to cum. ‘Perfect!’ she thought, as she stepped to Debbie’s head. Merla reached under Debbie’s delicate white shoulders and supported her upper body.

Debbie lowered her head back down to horizontal and looked straight up. Above her she could see the underside of two massive breasts tipped with huge dark areola and thick nipples that protruded for over an inch from the white soft jiggly overhanging flesh. Debbie’s hands moved behind her own head, her arms encircled the thick thighs of the woman that was supporting her shoulders. Debbie relaxed into the hands of the large woman. The woman moved forward, spreading her legs, straddling Debbie’s face.

The thick layer of cum that had run from within the woman’s large deep pussy, covering her fat-marbled adipose thighs, coated Debbie’s cheeks and hair. Debbie blinked slowly, then again opened her eyes to see a huge glob of white gooey cum hanging from the woman’s thick cunt lips. The big cunt was widely gapped, and Debbie could see a short way up inside the large woman by the light reflected from her own very white skin, Debbie could see up to where a huge deposit of white stickiness seemed to hang magically within her vaginal walls. Drunk and fully consumed now by a gripping sexual need, Debbie wondered vaguely, ‘Can that really all be cum?’

Debbie’s mind was just too far gone to be able to process what was happening to her.

The large woman squatted slightly, hunching her hips forward under her, tilted her pubic mound forward, and squeezed her sloppy pussy muscles as taut as she could. Debbie felt the woman’s leg muscles contract as the hugely-gapped thick-lipped pussy above her tilted to target Debbie’s mouth and chest.



Debbie’s Halloween Ball Part Nine
Copyright Deni Wom 2004

Debbie thought she might have seen something white hurtling through the air above her just before she had dropped her head between the large woman’s legs. And just as she felt the woman’s thighs clench, she felt an oily splat strike the underside of her right breast just below her nipple. Whatever had landed on her felt wet. Then, in a few more heart beats, another splat of wetness landed on her flat white tummy. But in another instant those were forgotten when a sticky hot gooeyness that seemed to be pouring out of the large woman’s body deluged her face, ran over her neck, and coated her upturned breasts.

Debbie instinctively shut her eyes, not daring to reopen them. Her nose was also covered, which caused her to try to stop breathing. When she opened her mouth, the gooey sticky mess ran in, running down her tongue, being sucked into her wind pipe. The viscous fluid cut off her air, causing her to gag and gasp. Her face was totally covered in whatever had been forcefully ejected from the woman.

Reflexively, Debbie sat up, wrapping her legs around Lil Abner and putting her arms around his neck. As she coughed and gasped, her body moved up a bit, and the penis that had been pleasuring her engorged little clittie moved directly under her, standing erect, hard, and ready to impale her.

As Debbie coughed and hacked, trying to clear her airway, she did not notice that the advancing helmet of Lil Abner’s cock head had begun to nestle within her wet and ready vaginal opening. Lil Abner’s exceedingly sensitive cock head and shaft, however, felt it intensely, and his hips rocked reflexively pushing his prick further up inside Debbie’s sodden cunt. Debbie’s body continued to wrack with coughs causing her inner pussy muscles to sharply contract with each cough and each gasp. The encased penis invading her could feel the welcoming caressing, the milking, loving squeezes. A few more hip thrusts, and Lil Abner was firmly ensconced within her prized wet cunt, pulsing and shuddering in glee, firmly moving on its primal mission of making babies.

Debbie finally was able to re-establish her air way, and sagged slightly in relief. Relaxing even further down onto the penis as life giving air reentered her airway.

Dane had fled down the stairs from the DJ’s booth, and just as he slipped between the crowd that was standing and watching the spectacle of his beloved wife being seduced in public by the manly perfect penis he had so admired, he glimpsed the penis press up into her, and then suddenly pop through his wife’s deserving opening. Shocked, he stopped and watched his fantasy fulfilled as her sex lips swallowed the gorgeous cock, her legs and arms wrapped lovingly around the well built man. As she gasped and coughed for air, her body moved up and down, each movement impaling her farther and farther onto the hugeness that had just entered her. Dane wondered where she had learned this new technique.

Debbie’s mouth was opening and closing behind the sheet of cum that had so thickly coated her face. As it slowly ran down her cheeks and chin, she slowly recovered from the panic of being asphyxiated. Her unbidden need to orgasm continued to rise as, still gasping for air, she unconsciously pumped her spasming pussy up and down the thick cock that was stretching her small opening far wider than anything that had ever entered her body before. The thick flesh that had impaled her bottomed a few brief moments later on her cervical opening. Debbie rested on the base of the thick prick, her clittie pressing against it, his thick pubic hair tickling her extended and teased clittie as they both gasped deeply for air.

Lil Abner’s eyes behind the mask were wide in the realization he had just fully fucked his cock into the most gorgeous sexy woman he had ever known. He began to pulse up and down inside her as she was still trying to breath. Her pussy was still spasming powerfully on him from her gasping for air. Her tight vaginal sheath clenched his throbbing manhood with the most intensely erotic of vaginal caresses.

About that time, Debbie realized that she had a stranger’s cock buried up inside her carefully maintained and previously chaste body.

And it was fucking her randy cunt.

In public.

In her alcohol dimmed, sex starved, totally astonish brain, she vaguely decided not to fight the uninvited penetration. Instead, without puzzling through her decision, she simply yielded to her own internal desperate need to cum.

Dane stood there, watching his wife’s face as the cum ran down her cheeks seeming to choke her. Then he looked back down and saw the huge cock entering her tight perfect newly nude pussy, inch by inch. It looked to him like she was actually trying to force the prick further up inside her as she rode the large man with her legs wrapped around and clinging to his hips, her arms around his strong neck. Her body seemed to be bouncing up and down on his prick as it sank deeper and deeper inside her body, filling her for the first time with a gorgeous, massive, ……….. REAL MAN ……… cock.

Dane was suddenly gripped by intense fear. Yet, at the same time, he was enthralled by an intense sexual voyeuristic rush. His mind fought two fearful thoughts, ‘Would she ever want him again sexually after having had this incredible cock she was experiencing?’ And also ‘Would she leave him for the better-built, larger penised man that was cunt fucking her all the way to the very depths of her body?’

There was his beautiful wife nearly naked in full view of a huge ball room of people, every single one of them glued to the whore house drama occurring before their riveted eyes. His wife’s delicious body was wantonly fucking a man she did not even know, and she was clearly accepting his cock into her gorgeous body with utter sexual abandon.

Dane began to wonder if this was her first time, ....... if this was really her first orgy. He fearfully worried she had not been true to him as she had always claimed. In growing panic, his fears spiraled and ballooned until he was sure she was a fuck slut and a whore and was often going out fucking strangers behind his back, without even bothering to tell him.

Dane took a deep breath, trying to reign-in his fears. Would Debbie still love him? Would she still allow him to also enjoy her perfect body every once in a while? Would she periodically allow him to cum inside her, at least perhaps whenever her bigger pricked manly lovers were unavailable?

Dane doubted it even as he thought it. Surely she would want only these manly, huge cocks again and again. And the handsome masculine HE-man that was fucking her was obviously turned on by her delectable little body.

‘OH GOD!’ Dane thought, ‘Debbie is not even wearing a face mask, so any person here can recognize her again if they see her.’ Dane realized her huge cocked lover would be able to find her whenever he wanted to, and seduce her in real life, not just at this place, at this party, this fucking Halloween Ball.

His paranoia swelling out of control, his focus alternating between his growing fears and his arousal, Dane reached into relieve the cramped quarters constraining what he considered to be his inadequate cock, pulling little Mikey back out into public, unconsciously stroking his re-acquired achy erection. Others around him saw his carnal forbidden motions and retrieved their own discomfort. Soon there were twenty or thirty men all jerking off, their naked cocks pointed at Debbie’s alabaster perfection.

Astonished women looked furtively at the collected assemblage of visible masculine organs that were obviously rising to orgasm as they watched the beautiful cum covered woman get slut fucked. Hard nippled breasts began to furtively appear, the women’s own delicate hands caressing their own swollen succulent buds. Costumed dress hems rose as the primitive need to support their blood sister in her public sexual consummation re-surfaced after untold millennia of such instinctual behavior.

Like a festive gathering of pre-historic cave people, the spellbound crowd closed around Debbie, Lil Abner, and Dane. The sexual tension of a primitive clan rose toward a critical boiling point of orgasmic explosion, instinctively united in their age old sexual fertilization rites. The primal brain, sitting at the base of the mesmerized larger brain, assumed full control, and the awed assemblage unconsciously united to perform the ancestral fertilization rituals of preceding eons.



Debbie’s Halloween Ball Part Ten
Copyright Deni Wom 2004

The periodic coughs that still racked Debbie’s slender body continued to stimulate Lil Abner’s ensconced penis. Lil Abner, no longer able to hold back his need to fertilize the captured pussy his cock had filled so wonderfully, began to thrust into her. His thick prick pulsed every time her cough triggered her vaginal musculature and milked his sensitivity. The stimulation, the fullness, the sensation of being totally used and sexed in public was more than Debbie’s overloaded body and mind could handle. She began to shudder and mewl in her frantic unfulfilled need.

You see, Debbie had never had an orgasm before. She did not understand how to bring her own self to fruition.

She had heard Deni talk about hers. She had heard her other girlfriends make oblique references to them before. She wanted to have one. In fact Debbie wanted to experience what Deni talked about in the very worst way. But somehow with Dane it just never seemed to happen. She loved Dane with all her heart. But she had never quite “gotten there” with him.

On the other hand, she had never felt like she did right now. EVER! Her flat well defined belly was now chock full of fluttering butterflies. The skin covering her abdomen was crawling with tickles. Her logical, detail-oriented, but overloaded brain could not quite think of the right words to describe how her hugely stretched pussy felt right then. There were just no right words that came to mind, …. besides maybe “stuffed.” ………….. “Full.” Another word that seemed to fit was “Stretched.” ………. and also . . “Deep!”

Lil Abner, unable to contain himself any longer, began to pound into her, boosting her thin, small, cum-speckled body into the air with each plunge of his cock up into her throbbing deliriously wet need. Debbie had never received such powerful cock strokes before. When Dane made love to her, he was always gentle, but tentative. Lil Abner’s cock seemed to OWN her body, possessed her, to use her as HE wished. He was slamming deep into her sex, slamming her clittie so powerfully that her breasts would bounce up, then settle back down onto her chest in a jiggling recoil. Debbie’s nipples got harder and more sensitive with each scraping slide down the rough fabric of Lil Abner’s shirt. Her bouncing breasts caused her whole body to quiver each time she came back down on the manly penis pistoning deep into her carnal needy tunnel.

Behind her she heard a grunting groaning sigh of release, then she felt wet sloppy cum hit her right cheek. The sight of that sperm spewing and landing on her body triggered other eager cocks, and her body began to be pelted by sticky cum stream after sticky cum stream as the pressing crowd released their building sexual tensions onto her body. As each man ejaculated onto her then sat down, another would take his place, their cocks already hard from watching her rising need, her openly public sexual acceptance of their cummings, and her body’s penetration by the huge cock right before their fascinated eyes. The streams of milky essence, spew after potent spew found their marks, covering her perfect body inch by random inch. More and more men stroked themselves, their cocks and flopping balls flagrantly displayed to everyone there, as they fondled themselves, and each found their relief while targeting her body. The slimy coating of manly goo began to run down her back and sides. Soon her back, belly and chest seemed covered from her shoulders down to her thrusting grinding impaled hips. Feeling their own need to be a part of the ritual, the women began to handle the rampant unending parade of fertile cocks, caressing and stroking them while pointing them at the increasingly cum covered woman. As they stroked the indiscriminate stranger’s cocks to fruition many would furtively finger themselves to orgasm, many coming just as the stranger’s cocks in their hands exploded. The men began to simply walk forward when their turn came, presenting their already stiff penises to the women standing there who would then jerk them off onto Debbie’s viscously clad body. The thundering orgasms assumed almost an assembly line quality. The weight of the sperm clinging to Debbie’s body began to grow.

Even Lil Abner began to tense, his scrotum contracting, his penis hardening further into a steel rod smashing in and out of her suckling flesh. Then, finally, with an animalistic, growling howl, he released his potent copious baby making sperm deep inside her belly. Debbie could feel the heat, the wetness, the hydraulic pressure of the stream of cream pouring from Lil Abner’s balls up through his rigid prick directly onto the deepest foundation of her womb. His spurting jiz filled her. Her womb was so tightly encased around his thick penis that after only a few streams of Lil Abner’s cum had been jacked into her, his cum pumped forcefully back down from between her pussy lips. The site of cum squirting from within her perfect body triggered many more surrounding ejaculatory orgasms. Debbie’s little body was rapidly cocooned in male cum.

The old woman knew that the right time had come. She signaled to the large bald man that had so unceremoniously pulled the French faggot from on top of Debbie and thrown him out of the bar. The large man was now naked, and his stiff prick wobbling before him was long, but thin. The old woman raked cum from Debbie’s body then reached under Debbie’s bottom. With gentle but firm pressure, the old woman’s fingers probed Debbie’s’ anal opening with her slick cum covered fingers, gently squishing palm full after palm full of lubricating cum up into her anal opening. Even through her sensual delirium Debbie sensed the new intrusions and turned to protest the invasion of her only remaining sacral opening.

The old woman looked up at Debbie’s confused face and said in a voice that only Debbie could hear, “Debbie, I dare you to let Joel fuck you in your asshole. Remember Joel honey?”

Debbie looked at the old woman’s face and shook her head no. But the old woman could see the look of uncertainty in her best friend’s eyes.

The old woman then shouted over the churning murmuring din, “Debbie, I double-dog-dare ya to let Joel cum in your asshole!” The watching crowd howled their approval and support.

Debbie had never in her life turned down a double-dog-dare. And Deni damn-well knew that. Smiling behind her mask, she turned to the tall man, and said, “OK Joel, come here and have your fantasy, …. bring that long prick of yours here and let’s get our sexy little slut’s asshole fertilized too.”

Joel stepped forward, his long cock jutting proudly out in front of him. Deni took the stiff slim rod, coated it thickly with the cum of many men, then guided it to Debbie’s only virgin opening. Debbie looked back over her shoulder and saw her very first lover, the very one that she and Deni had competed over, preparing to use her untried opening. Her memories of her first exciting sexual experience flooded her. In the split second that those happy memories made her grin she realized that his long thin cock had run up into and past her small virginal sphincter. She felt no pain, only a new shuddering joy at this untried conquering.

Lil Abner instantly felt the renewed stimulation from Debbie’s ass being fucked. His still semi-erect penis immediately hardened again. Soon both men were mercilessly hammering her slim, compliant, yielding body. The old woman, removed her mask, then reached up behind Lil Abner and untied his mask.

As Debbie turned back toward Lil Abner, she was greeted by the handsome virile face of her fantasy lover that lived below her. Her fantasy man Jim radiated his most endearing smile at her. Laughing in glee, she wrapped her arms around his neck and began to kiss him with deep tongued passion. This caused her bottom to rise, clearing the way for Joel to long-stoke in and out of her rear portal. The enraptured crowd watched as he long-fucked her tight little ass with his eleven inch dick.

More men raptured, shooting their grateful gifts of copious cum onto their sex goddess’s beautiful cum cocooned body. Then, spent and emptied, they faded back, leaving room for a whole new crew of stiff cocked men to move within targeting distance. The almost continuous volley of cums continued to coat the fuck-entwined threesome.

Joel was, at last, realizing his fantasy of a decade: to have that perfect little ass of his very first lover.

Jim was living his fantasy of the past six years while he had lived directly below this gorgeous creature.

And Debbie was getting the most incredible sexing of her life.

Dane, watching what had been his fantasy turn into an orgy, again wondered if he would ever again make love to his beloved wife. He wondered, as cum load after cum load struck her body, if she would emerge from this experience the same loving wonderful friend she had always been to him. His uncertainty forced tears into his eyes. His heart thundered a million beats a minute. His stomach churned, threatening to make him run for the restroom from fear, uncertainty, and stress.

Slowly relaxing into Jim’s strong protective arms, Debbie’s previously quiescent sexual spirit rose, her vagina tightened, then began to spasm out of control. Finally her carefully controlled mind blew wide open. At long last she shuddered into an overpowering, unbelievably intense, publicly exposed orgasm.

Her orgasm lasted through the explosion of Joel’s long thin prick firing thick cum deep inside her ass.

Her orgasm lasted through the second explosion of Jim’s thick cocked spurting deep inside her shuddering pussy.

Her orgasm lasted through the placing of a small round table under her prone, spasming body.

And it lasted through man after man using her writhing quaking body for their own purposes, some using her front, some using her bottom, some even finding release in her mouth or between her firm conical breasts.

Her near eternal orgasm rose, spiraling upward until the dazzling light from above simply swallowed her soul. Debbie’s spasming, shuddering body passed out lying there on the table, her head hanging over one end, her legs and arms played wide open and available. Her body shivered for a long time, even as she lay there passed out cold.

Eventually the line of men slowed, then dwindled out, and their sperm stopped flying.

Debbie lay there, covered thickly with virile seed smothering her alabaster skin.

Dane sat down beside his wife, shell shocked, shaking, afraid as he had never been afraid before. He checked her pulse to make sure she was still alive. As he sat there, powerless to turn back the clock to a safer time, the bartender walked up, took out his cock, and unceremoniously entered her cum filled cunt. He stroked in and out of Dane’s wife, only a few inches from Danes slack face. He fucked her hard for a bit, then realizing her pussy was just too widely stretched and too full of the cum of others to achieve his orgasm, raised her limp legs over her head, lowered his cock and entered her relaxed, open, and cum lubed anus. Within a few brief moments of unfeeling fucking, he added his own cum inside the unconscious cum coated woman he saw only as fuck meat.

He stepped away, wiped his cock on Dane’s shirt, then dropped himself back into his pants, zipped up and walked away.

Dane felt Deni’s hand on his shoulder. “Well sweetie, was that what you wanted to see?” Deni did not smile when she said it.

Dane looked at her face, now free of the old woman’s mask. He was numb, emotionally bankrupt. “I-I-I-I don’t k-k-know Deni, I am so afraid I m-m-m-might have lost her.” Dane began to sob.

Deni frowned thoughtfully. “Well Dane, lets get her cleaned up and back home.” Deni placed a basket full of warm damp towels on an adjoining table and began to wash the thick coating of cum from her unmoving body. After twenty minutes of careful and loving cleaning, Deni helped Dane replace his wife’s dress.

Dane then lovingly picked her up, and cradled her to his car, carefully placing her in the front seat. After buckling her seat belt, full of fear for their future, he drove off toward their home.



The Beginning



Debbie’s Halloween Ball Part Eleven
Copyright Deni Wom 2008

Debbie, exhausted by her first intense and incredibly long orgasm, an orgasm so intense that she had passed out, did not stir when Dane laid her lovingly in her own bed, the bed that had been their somewhat vanilla play pen during their sexual lovings.

Deni put her arm around Dane. “Hon, I would suggest that it be me sleeping beside her when she wakes up, not you. Why don’t you go get a motel for the night, and let me talk to her in the morning. I’ll call you tomorrow when she is awake and ready to talk with you. She will have to gin up her courage to confess to you what happened tonight.”

Dane nodded, fearful tears filling his eyes again. Feeling guilt and terror, he began to sob quietly.

“It may be late tomorrow before she is ready to see you. In fact, maybe you should plan on coming back on your regular schedule in two days. Why don’t you give me a few days to bring her around to accepting her newfound sexuality, OK?”

Dane threw his arms around his wife’s best friend, still sobbing, and held her tight for a long time. After a bit his sobs subsided, and as he gradually relaxed his hug, Deni again encouraged him to stick to his previous schedule of coming home.

Recognizing that that made sense, Dane reluctantly agreed.

He softly kissed his sleeping wife’s forehead, gently caressed her cheek, then turned and left the Master Bedroom where he had first experienced his wife’s incredible body. He waved sadly at Deni, then left, the garage door slamming behind him a few moments later.

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The next morning, shortly after eight o’clock, Deni popped out of bed, used the lady’s room, showered, and then cooked her best friend and herself breakfast. Deni knew that her friend would be famished, and would need all her strength to accept her new, improved self.

With a food tray full of a stack of ten flap jacks, a mountain of bacon, a half dozen scrambled eggs, a carton of milk, half a loaf of buttered and thickly jammed toast, a jug of maple syrup, and last but not least, a cup of strong black coffee for her best friend. Deni walked carefully down the hallway to the Dane and Debbie’s married bedroom.

Deni set the heaping tray of food down on the foot of the bed, then crawled under the covers to hold and caress Debbie’s sleeping form. Still dreaming, Debbie snuggled her butt back against Deni’s hips, gently groaning in sleepy delight.

Deni pressed her hand softly against Debbie’s breast, rubbing her palm on Debbie’s nipple. Debbie groaned again, again wriggling delightedly in her sleep. Deni, encouraged, moved her hand under Debbie’s nightgown and found her bottom. As she caressed it, Debbie drew her legs up to her chest, giving Deni full access to her previously access restricted openings.

Deni, never one to turn down such a golden opportunity, and knowing that Debbie was most likely dreaming of her previous night, supplied the stimulation that Debbie needed to rise again toward nirvana. Deni’s fingers fondled Debbie’s carnal, still milky lips, her sweet, still-leaking rosebud, and Debbie’s swelling clittie as Debbie dreamed of huge cocks and double penetrations. Her drowsy mutterings seemed to include words which began with F and S and B. Her body began to rock against Deni’s fingers as she sought what her mind remembered of the night before. She began to grunt softly as Deni inserted first one, then two, and then three fingers into her sodden, sperm stained orifice. Deni then ran a cum coated thumb into Debbie’s recently violated anus. Deni could feel Debbie’s body begin to slightly spasm in well-deserved release. Deni filled and thrust into and emptied Debbie for quite some time until Debbie finally emitted a long loud wailing grunt of release. Debbie then settled down, again snuggling lovingly back against Deni’s receptive body. Deni held her friend again, kissing her back as Debbie groggily muttered, “God, what a dream!”

Deni snickered softly. “Morning sleepy head!” she said softly. Debbie turned over and looked at Deni.

“Well Hi, . . . Deni?” She looked confused. Debbie suddenly winced. “Dang my head hurts!” she complained. “How much did I drink last night?”

It was Deni’s grinned. “Enough,” she answered.

“How much was that?” Debbie asked, her face suddenly frowning. “Oh gaaaaaawd!” She put her hand to her mouth, covering it as her eyes tried to focus on her foggy memory. “Was that a dream or was it real?” she asked, her face showing disgust at what she thought she remembered.

Deni didn’t want to cause her friend any more anguish than absolutely necessary. “Relax baby, Dane wanted it to happen, watched it all go down, and came three times himself while you learned to cum, honey. He loved every second of watching you be so sexy.”

Debbie was silent for a long time. She knew that one thing Deni never ever did was lie to her. Finally she asked, “Was it really Jim?” She thought for a minute, then added “In my front?”

Deni nodded. “Yeah honey, want me to call him up and have him come down and let you feel it in you again, while your not so tipsy?”

Deni could see her friend blush at Deni’s brazen words. Without hesitating, Deni plunged ahead in her own seduction of her best friend. “What say we eat first, then call him. I’m starving, and you need food to start sobering up!”

Debbie, following her usual routine, ate just toast sparingly while sipping her coffee, but enjoyed watching Deni wolf down mountain’s of food. About half way through the feast, Debbie asked “Was that honest to god Joel in my . . . . bottom?”

Deni giggled as she continued to eat. She nodded her head, her eyes twinkling in delighted merriment that her dear friend seemed to be taking it all pretty much in stride.

When Deni was finally done eating, Debbie looked at Deni and blushingly smiled. “So that’s an orgasm, huh?”

Deni smiled broadly as she nodded.

“What took me so long?” Debbie’s mind was obviously reliving the event, the sensations. Suddenly she blurted out “I want more. Let’s do call Jim! And call Joel. Call some more men, god, if my husband really does like me doing it, I am darned sure going to enjoy it a lot from now on!”

She scampered into the bathroom and did her duty, showered assiduously, and then dressed in a black see-through camisole, reappearing just in time to welcome the men into her marital bedroom.

“Come on, get naked guys! Today, I want you without you having to play games to have me. I want to experience last night again, but this time with no alcohol blocking my memory, OK?” She blushed and giggled as she walked to Jim and began to kiss him, pressing her beautiful breasts against his chest. She beckoned to Joel to join them.

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Dane, who had been beside himself with worry all night and all day, frantically grabbed his cell phone when it rang. He almost leaped for joy when he realized it finally was Deni on his cell phone. Deni quickly told him to stop worrying, that Debbie had calmed down completely when she found out that Dane was not angry with her. “In fact, hon, listen carefully while I walk into your bedroom.” Deni held the phone with the cell phone microphone pointed straight ahead as she walked toward the side of the bed.

Dane could clearly hear the slap slap slap of hips striking buttocks, the moans of his wife as she was again serviced deeply and fruitfully by her enviably hung neighbor. After letting Dane listen to his wife and her lover, Deni informed Dane, “Dane, this is already their fourth time fucking today, hon! Debbie has already cum seven times, and passed out twice. Her kitty is chock full of Jim’s sperm, and guess what! Joel has already cum three more times in your wife’s sweet little ass!” Deni giggled. “I think we have her comfortable with sex now. If you want to watch, come on home, but don’t give up your motel room, cause the guys are all staying the night, hon!”

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By the time Dane had hurried home, the guys were all passed out on the couple’s marital bed and Deni was gleefully cleaning her best friend of the sperm the men had so joyously contributed to her needs. Just as he walked into the bedroom, Debbie started cumming again from Deni’s tongue and fingers. After her orgasm ebbed, she looked dreamily at her husband, smiling up at him as she caressed Deni’s head. She held out one hand to her husband, motioning for him to come to her. She pulled her husband’s head down and kissed him deeply. Dane could taste the other men on her tongue. She whispered into his ear, “Honey, I love you, but you are now officially married to a slut baby. I sure hope you can stand the thrill of it. I love absolutely fucking now! I really don’t think I could give it up! I hope you won’t ask me to. When Deni is done enjoying me, and while I am waiting for Jim to get hard again, you can put your wee-wee in me if you want to, ok?” She kissed him again passionately, her hand already unbuttoning his shirt. “Get naked honey, I want to toy with your wee-wee while the guys are all fucking your wife’s cunt again.”

Dane quickly, almost frantically shucked his clothes, leaving them in a pile on the floor. Debbie kissed him passionately when he returned to her. Her hand fondled his penis. It sprang from a semi hard erection to a full blown rock in seconds.

“Want to see if I still feel the same, honey? You know, see if your wee-wee can tell the difference in her after being used by the guys?”

Dane quickly climbed between his wife’s widely spread thighs, noticing as he did so that her cute little bald pussy was widely open and running with the other men’s jizz juices. He could see down her tunnel a ways, in fact, and realized that her cunny was full almost to overflowing with the other men’s cum. There was a puddle of cream in her.

As he slowly pressed his penis into his wife’s cunt, he could feel almost nothing until the head of his dick entered the pool of sperm saturating there. He pushed himself on in and felt the heat of their copious deposits being kept warm by her randy incubation chamber.

Dane realized that his wife was no longer tightly fitting around his cock like she had always been their whole marriage. In fact, it felt like she was not really interested in his penetration, but instead just resting as he thrust repeatedly into her body. He felt the other men’s sperm sloshing onto his pubic hair as he frantically slammed his cock into his wife’s stretched and flaccid cunt.

He looked up at her.

She was watching him, her eyes lovingly focused on her husband’s face. She smiled at him. “Do I feel different honey? Can you tell that I am now being used to pleasure more men’s privates than just yours? Can you tell that Jim’s big one has been in there?” She giggled. “LOTS of times today?” She watched his frantic efforts at copulation with her for a bit. “Honey, are you glad I did what you asked Deni to get me to do? Are you glad I am now much more of a slut? I adore fucking now baby! And oh my god do I cum hard when Jim is inside me! Wait until you see how hard I cum when he fucks your wife’s cunt honey!” She looked over at Jim to see if his cock was reviving yet. “Jimmy, baby! Are you ready to fuck me again so my husband can watch how much you make me cum?”

Jim chuckled. “Debbie honey, you will have to suck me to get me hard, but yes, I would love to show Dane what my huge cock does to you!”

Debbie looked at her husband. “Honey, why don’t you let me get on my hands and knees so I can suck on Jim’s big cock while you do me from behind, like you like to do so much?” Without waiting for Dane to climb off, Debbie swung her leg over the top of Dane’s head and quickly got on her knees, her mouth immediately engulfing Jim’s cock.

Dane watched in wonder as his hitherto prissy wife wolfed Jim’s prick. Dane’s eyes watched his wife’s cheeks as they contorted to accommodate the size of their neighbor’s unit. ‘My god he is HUGE!’ thought Dane as he watched his wife so very obviously enjoying having the huge member in her mouth.

Jim’s cock slowly swelled. Debbie then squealed in delight as she flopped back onto the bed, her thighs widely spread, and held out her hand to guide Jim’ monster into her cunt, her delighted eyes raptly focused on his bulbous cock head as he walked on his knees up between her welcoming thighs. She eagerly grabbed it, then guided it directly into her gaping cunt. “Oh ogd yeah!” she sighed as Jim drove his member home. “Oh god yeah! Now THIS is fucking the way God meant for it to be!” she mewled.

Within seconds, Dane could see her eyes roll back behind her eyelids as Debbie began to meet the thrusts of her conquering lover. He stared at his wife’s delighted, almost ethereal face as she eagerly fucked the huge cock that was her hearts delight.

Deni moved in front of Dane and began to suck on his penis. Dane looked down long enough to see the look of placid lust on Deni’s face, then looked back up to watch his wife as she soared in lust toward nirvana, pleasure in a way he knew he could never provide for her.

Dane exploded in Deni’s mouth at the same time that Jim exploded inside his wife’s welcoming captured cunt. They lay locked together by Debbie’s legs for a long time as Deni gently nursed on Dane’s flaccid penis. After a bit, she looked up at him and offered, “Any time you need to cum, just give me a call, hon, I’ll give you a BJ, since obviously your wife’s stretched out cunt will no longer afford you an orgasm.”

Dane told himself that he was OK with that resolution. His darling Debbie still loved him, and he told himself that nothing else mattered. And Deni was damned good with her mouth!

Dane and Debbie lived happily ever after.

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