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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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Part 11
With Debbie’s words bouncing around in my head, I pulled my joggers over my swollen, sore dick. Her words excited me but at the same time they filled me with dread. Yes, I wanted to see what filthy fun we could get up to together, but I didn’t want to blow it with Sarah!
What could I do? Looking to change the subject I asked, “What did you and Chris argue about?”
“Oh, I think it’s the pressure of COVID getting to him. I was in such a good mood after seeing you and, well, you know…” she smiled coyly at me again. “Anyway, he was just being a grumpy twat. So, I told him.”
My mind spun! She fucking told him! Oh please no. Not him! He’ll be sure to tell Sarah. That’s it, I’m done…. Divorce, house split, business fucked, the doomsday scenarios poured into my head!
“Well, he didn’t like being told he’s a grumpy twat, so he got even grumpier and told me to fuck off! Can you believe it?”
Can I believe it? Can I believe what? My mind was truly fucked. “What?” I asked.
“Can you believe he told me to fuck off? Just like that?”
She mimicked a blokes deep voice, “If you think I’m such a grumpy twat, then I’ll be a grumpy twat. Fuck off!”
Slowly I re-ran her conversation through my head. What had she told him? Just that he was a grumpy twat? I had to confirm this.
“Did you just tell him that he’s a grumpy twat? Nothing else?”
“Yes. No. What else would I tell him?” she inquired.
“You didn’t tell him about us mucking about?”
Debbie paused before looking me deep in the eyes. “No. There’s no need to do that.”
Relief coursed through my body once more. That set of worries had been temporarily alleviated.
I looked at her dress and stockings, raising an inquisitive eyebrow as I did.
Catching on to the unspoken question, she grinned broadly. “Well, I did fuck off. I fucked off up to our room, showered, popped this outfit on, did my make-up and went back downstairs. He was half-way through a bottle of Scotch, so I waltzed past him in this outfit and told him I was fucking off!”
I had to admire her sassiness. At the same time, I was concerned that Chris might be nasty to her when she went home. If she had got him riled, and he was now d*unk, then it may not be a good idea for her to go home.
“He wouldn’t hurt you, would he?”
She shook her head vehemently and said, “No, he knows my brothers would fucking kill him!”
Brothers? It dawned on me that I didn’t know very much about Debbie.
“Who are your brothers?”
“Tom and Barry Martin. Do you know them?”
Did I fucking know them? Everyone in South Somerset knew those nasty bastards! They were a couple of builders who had their fingers in many pies. Not one illegal activity went on in the area that they hadn’t sanctioned or got a cut out of. They were truly vindictive bastards too. If they were ever wronged or crossed, the person responsible was usually going to end up in Yeovil District Hospital.
“Yeah, I’ve heard of them. They really your brothers? Haven’t seen them at your barbecues.”
“Yeah, my barbecues are too sophisticated for them. I ask them not to come as they intimidate everyone else!”
I could easily imagine that! They occasionally drank in the Orchard. Massive they were, but not fat massive. No one messed with them, no-one with half a brain anyway.
“I can’t see Chris hurting you then.” I laughed. She laughed too.
“They don’t like to see me upset. It kind of upsets them when I get upset…”
I just kept my silly grin on and nodded. Inside I was thinking what a fucking muppet you are! Getting involved with the Martin’s sister? What kind of stupid fucker would do that?
“Best I don’t upset you then, eh Debbie?” I asked in a jocular manner.
Smiling broadly, but with a hint of menace in her voice, she replied, “Oh, I don’t think you will. I’ve had my eye on you for a while, Steve. Today confirmed what I suspected, and I want more of that. Do you?”
Feeling trapped beyond belief, I felt that all I could do was lean in and give her a kiss. She responded and we were again engaged in a powerful kissing frenzy! Her hands grabbed my face as she tried to devour my lips. Struggling to get a decent lip-lock on her, I proceeded to probe her mouth with my tongue.
As our mouths clashed, I ran my left hand up the inside of her stockinged thigh. Running my fingers along the lacy tops, I felt Debbie open her legs, inviting further finger exploration. Slowly I stroked my way to her groin, lightly tickling with my fingertips.
She was breathing heavily now, the kissing and my caressing obviously turning her on.
Moving past her groin, I expected to meet a pair of lacy panties, thong, or something similar. Instead, my fingers only found a nicely trimmed mound! Dirty bitch!
“For…get …. some…thing?” I asked in between nibbles kisses.
“Mmmmm…. No…I.. Meant….. that”.
Dirty bitch indeed. I traced my index finger down her pelvic mound and into her silky, wet slit. My finger was instantly coated with juices, and it slid into her cunt easily. I slid my middle finger in, it was soon covered in gorgeous cunt goo.
Remembering the previous day’s activities, I wondered if she just wanted bringing off with my hand again. Breaking the kiss off, I asked her, “Is this all you want?”
“No, but I think you won’t be able to fuck me, will you?
My dick was aching, and I didn’t think there was a chance that it could rise to the occasion this soon.
“Afraid not” I told her.
“Keep fucking going then, you dirty fucker,” she panted. She reached into the door compartment and brought out her handbag. In between gasps of pleasure and telling me to finger fuck her harder, she opened her bag and pulled out a ten inch long, black dildo. In this light, it didn’t look too dissimilar to the one Sarah had fucked herself with a few hours earlier.
She passed me the dildo, “Fuck me hard with it!”
I pulled my fingers from her cunt and turned the massive black rubber cock on. Debbie lay back as best she could in the driver seat and flung her right leg up on the dashboard. She raised her left leg up and rested her heel on my shoulder. Her pussy was easier to access now, and it looked so inviting.
Angling the rubber cock downwards, it vibrated gently as I guided it towards her pussy. Debbie started strumming her clit as I nudged the phallic toy just inside her soaking wet pussy. There were no barriers, the whole thing slid easily up her cunt.
Fuck me, I thought. I am never going to satisfy her with my dick! “Fuck me,” she moaned “That feels sooooo fucking nice. Get it moving you dirty man! Fuck me with it!”
For a millisecond, I froze. You dirty man? Why had she said that? Fuck sake, my head was going to explode! Surely it was a coincidence?
I started to pump the dildo in and out of her pussy. Responding to her gasps and cries I sped up, or slowed down, trying to build her up and keep her on edge.
“Ohhhh, that is fucking lovely. Oh yes, keep it going. Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me!”
Turning the base of the monster tool, I increased the vibrations. I also started thrusting the vibrator faster, harder, and deeper into her.
The noise levels increased inside the car. If anyone walked past there would be no mistaking what was going on in the vehicle! Debbie was wriggling and shaking, her hands gripped the steering wheel and the headrest of her seat.
“Harder, faster, you filthy fucker!”
I loved the dirty talk. Incredibly, I could feel my cock stiffen. The kinkiness of doing this to Debbie was turning me on.
Responding to her shouts I did move it harder and faster. My arm was aching as I drove the rubber cock into her cunt.
“Now, now, now, oh, I’m cumming!” She let go of the head rest and started rubbing her clit furiously! Her heel dug into my shoulder and her arse bounced up and down on the now, soaking wet seat.
Debbie tensed her legs up and then suddenly, she started bounding around on the seat. Her head again rolled back as she screamed a shriek of sheer pleasure! Her hips bucked up high as she thrust herself hard onto the dildo. She was convulsing in ecstasy, her sweaty thighs trembling with the effort.
Then she was done. She flopped back into her set, exhausted.
As I carefully pulled the dildo from her, her pussy twitched and trembled. It looked red and sore, but it also looked tempting and devourable, I had to taste her.
Shifting my legs, I knelt in the passengers footwell, facing the driver’s seat. I was inches from her pussy, it smelt absolutely amazing. She had no idea what I was doing, so when I touched her swollen labia with my tongue, she yelped in surprise. I then softly licked her protruding clit, she moaned in delight. Again, responding to her moans and movements, I started working her pussy back into life.
Within a few minutes she was gasping again, thrusting her pussy into my face. I had my hands under her arse cheeks and lifted her slightly as I alternated between tonguing her deep and flicking her clit.
I kept the rhythm up, slipping two fingers inside her, quickly finding the spongy g-spot and pressing on it. Again, responding to her ecstatic sounds, I pressed and rubbed to further heighten her pleasure.
Soon she was mashing her cunt hard onto me and screaming and shuddering as another climax ripped through her body. I kept my face there, still licking and probing until she again collapsed in her seat.
Reaching down she pulled my shoulders and half dragged me up to her face. We shared another, long passionate kiss, but this one was a kiss of lovers...
After a few minutes I sorted myself out and sat back down in the passenger’s seat. It took Debbie a little longer to compose herself, but soon she was sitting, in her set.
“I’m going to have to get this to the valet tomorrow. Chris will surely work it out if he sees or smells this!”
I grinned and suggested a Polish guy I know who does a good job.
“Right,” she said, “Best you get home to that lovely wife of yours.”
I nodded in agreement.
“Remember, Wednesday,” and she gave me a cheeky grin.
“Already looking forward to it!” and gave her a kiss on the lips.
I opened the door and exited the car. Debbie started the engine and pulled away, without a wave or a glance.
Fucking hell Steve, I thought to myself. The Martin’s sister, what are you doing? How had I not known Debbie was related to two of the hardest blokes in this area?
The realisation of my predicament had me worried. In fact, I was really bricking it now! As much as it was for the best to try and cool things with Debbie, I knew it wasn’t going to be an easy one to get out of. Keeping Debbie happy to keep my limbs and marriage intact seemed to be the priority now. Could things get any worse.
I turned and headed for home. As I did so I felt my pocket vibrate. Half expecting it to be a message from Debbie, I took it from my picket and looked at the screen.
It was from Sarah: “Where are you?”
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