Sex, Lies, and Confusion Ch. 04

Date: 03.02.2010

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She moaned, without realizing it. He increased the pressure with his leg, raising his leg so high that her weight was resting more on her pussy now than on her feet. She was a rag doll in his grasp, a sex toy for him to play with. She wantonly spread her legs to heighten her pleasure.

Soon her side to side movements were no longer to resist, but were intended to stimulate the fire between her thighs. She began to grind her hips into him. He looked down at this voluptuous woman in heat, and enjoyed the striking similarity between the innocent but sensuous movement of her hips and the same motions an exotic dancer would make if she was dancing in his lap and trying to arouse him. Debbie's sexual dance was most certainly affecting Wayne. Blood was rapidly filling his penis. Unlike the exotic dancer, however, Debbie was unknowingly preparing him for the pleasure of forcing his rigid cock deep within her when next she thrust her hips to him.

In response to her movements, he roughly pressed the length of his body into hers and matched her thrusts with some of his own. He bounced her up and down on his leg, until she felt like a rider trotting the stallion below her. As Debbie rode Wayne's leg in an ironic metaphor of what was to come, her torso again coursed with AM current. Her stomach twitched in preorgasmic pleasure. Wayne knew for certain now that he would have his way with her. She was his. He could take her however he pleased. His cock pulsed, knowing that his sensual victory dance would begin soon.

Debbie had just about lost the ability to reason. Her sole interest was to stoke the fire between her legs. Wayne danced her to the chaise lounge. His next task was to put this beautiful creature on her back so that he could climb on top of her and fuck her. As Debbie approached her pinnacle, Wayne brought her down from the precipice.

"Debbie," he whispered to her. "We've been on our feet dancing for over four hours. We'd better sit down for a minute." Debbie's legs were rubbery and weak, both from physical exertion and from her present state of passion. Wayne brushed the backs of her legs against the lounge and gently pushed her down.

His next move required careful balance. He knew that with Debbie's change in position, her mind would become more alert. And he still had his boxers on. He needed to complete one more task before his cock, rather than his leg, could match thrusts with the center of her womanhood. Still, his cock throbbed in anticipation, knowing that it would be forcing itself inside her within minutes.

As Debbie's bottom hit the lounge, Wayne slid to the left of the lounge and gently laid Debbie down. She looked for the back of the chair. The lounge chair was carefully designed so that the back was out of her reach. He completed laying her down so she was flat on her back, her tits pointing skyward. Wayne was almost directly above her. She instinctively clamped her knees together, but not before Wayne had inserted a finger deep into her vagina. He had wanted to approach this last bastion slowly, but was forced to declare ownership of her sexual core while the opportunity presented itself.

Four hours ago, she had been simply his best friend's wife. Now he had caressed every part of her sexy exterior, and was beginning the serious assault on her inner being. Soon this voluptuous creature would be wrapping her powerful legs around his engorged organ, urging him to fill her with his seed. With his free hand, he queued up the final disc, disc six. The sensual strains of Bolero filled the air.

Wayne was becoming less subtle now. He was already relishing his impending victory. Bolero was for his pleasure, not Debbie's. He had been less than truthful when he earlier told Debbie "When a Man Loves a Woman" was his favorite song. In fact, when Wayne made love to a woman, he wanted to hear Bolero. He looked down at Debbie, and surveyed her body. If she had styled her hair with corn rows, she could have doubled for Bo Derek. Surprisingly, this gorgeous woman still didn't realize that within minutes, Wayne would be pummeling her so aggressively that she would be bouncing around on the lounge chair. Or that she would have her legs locked around his waist, matching his powerful thrusts with thrusts of her own.

Wayne hit Debbie's magic button with his thumb while his fingers continued to strum her instrument. Debbie parted her legs eagerly. He stirred her honeypot. She was simmering. He needed her at near boil. As he stirred her nectar, he spoke to her.

"Debbie…, Debbie". It took two tries to bring her out of her reverie. "You're a wonderful, loving woman. You've done everything I've asked of you tonight. I want to give you a final Christmas gift." He continued to stroke her and play in the softness of her love nest. She gave him a questioning look.

"I'm going to tease you to orgasm." Even in arousal, she blushed at this mention and looked away. But her lovely hips arched to meet his fingers. Wayne didn't even think about asking her approval. He was simply telling her what was going to happen. In two minutes, she would be ready. His shorts needed to be removed.

The Cowboy in Wayne sometimes made him arrogant. With his impending victory, this was one of those times. He decided to make shy Debbie lower his boxers, the last obstacle between her fidelity to her husband and her animal desire for him, the last obstacle between his cock and her pussy. She was near orgasm for the second time. He slowed his stroke. She begged for release.

"Debbie, I've seen everything you have to offer. It's only fair that you receive the same from me. Take down my shorts, so I can tease you some more." He emphasized the last sentence with three quick strokes. At that point she would have done anything. She reached over, caressed his chest hairs down to his belly, and slid his boxers down.

Against the syrupy sensuality of Bolero in the background, it was a surprise to hear her gasp loudly. She didn't lay back down. She simply stared at the large slab of manhood between Wayne's legs.

"I've seen Tim's penis in the gym showers, Debbie. I know I'm a little larger than him." Larger, she thought, you're double his size. He wasn't fully erect, but the head of his penis was as large as the exercise ball she squeezed during aerobics. Wayne had enviously seen her squeeze that exercise ball. He intended to test her hand strength right now.

With his free hand, he guided Debbie's hand to his member. She didn't want to touch him, but with his hand over hers, he stroked his penis in rhythm with his petting of her pussy. She finally noticed the coincident rhythm and startled in recognition. They were in essence having intercourse without touching organs.

He speeded his pace on her honey pot. She was approaching boil for the third time, and was anxious this time to reach the peak. He laid her back down and moved his cock to her face. He knew she could not swallow his whole member, but he wanted her to suck the head of his cock in. He wondered if she would. She was shy, but he had now spent a great deal of time preparing her. The least she could do would be to pleasure him for a few minutes before he fucked her.

He brushed the head along her cheek. She would not open her lips to him. He tried again and again, each time closer to her lips. She had never blown a man's cock before. The thought was much too distressing for her. Wayne was angry. He would remember this slight when he was asked to make an important decision minutes later.

He pulled away. Debbie smiled at him in relief. Still he stirred and stirred the sauce in her sexual kitchen. Debbie was approaching for the fourth time, and was bucking in an attempt to finish. Wayne smiled and took in this wonderful, sensuous creature in the throes of heat. Perspiration was forming on Debbie's broad breasts. She was hot from the temperature in the room, she was hot from exertion, and she was boiling hot with lust. Wayne knew that her AM was now at full volume. He would make his most important move now.

"Debbie,… Debbie".

"What!", she snapped in reply. She was so frustrated, she had lost all pretense of propriety.

"My fingers are too tired. I'll need to finish you off by dry humping you." She looked at him with questioning eyes. He smiled at how naļve she was. "Didn't a high school boy ever make love to you without putting his penis in?" She had settled down enough to regain her modesty. Embarrassed, she nodded no.

"It's teasing, but I use the head of my penis instead of my fingers. And it isn't sex because I don't put my penis into you." He strummed her clit a few times to remove her mind from the decision. Without waiting for a response, Wayne rolled onto the lounge and right between Debbie's unsuspecting legs. He completed the maneuver so quickly that Debbie was taken by surprise. She tried to close her legs. It was too late. Wayne now had her sandwiched between himself and the lounge chair, with his legs between hers and his semi-rigid cock dangling down toward her.

Because her knees were tight to him, he would not be able to enter her in this position. Wayne smiled down at her and watched her flat stomach rise and fall as she searched for breath. He needed to make one final adjustment to her position so that he could begin his conquest of her inner sanctum.

Wayne gently started to caress his way up her body, starting at her knees. He glided his hands up her smooth thighs to her full bottom, over her flared hips and finally to her tiny waist. He firmly grasped her waist to keep her from moving, and gently but firmly spread his knees and raised them up toward her bottom. She immediately recognized what Wayne was doing and tried to wiggle away. She could not, however, because he had her torso firmly pinned to the lounge chair. Her knees elevated slightly. Her tender thighs were forced apart. Without any further assistance, for the first time the tip of his cock brushed the bulls-eye of the moist target before him.