Debbie

“Thanks for offering to walk me home,” I said.

“Sure thing,” Paul replied. “I’m glad to see you aren’t driving.”

“Are you implying that I’m in no condition to drive?” I asked with a smile. I was a little bit buzzed from the evening’s drinks, not nearly drunk, but definitely was not going to get behind the wheel.

“Right,” Paul said. “You see, I’ve had a lot of practice driving drunk. I doubt you have.”

“I do hope you are kidding, but you are correct in assuming that I have no practice getting behind the wheel while inebriated. And that’s a good thing.”

“I’m not even sure why I drove,” Paul said. “I guess I underestimated exactly how close to the Halloween Party I actually live. Back home our farm was out in the country, several miles outside of town. So, I am pretty much used to driving everywhere.”

“Yeah, we can get our cars tomorrow. That’s the great thing about this town; it’s almost small enough to walk anywhere.”

We walked in silence a few minutes. It was such a nice night. The air was warm for October, the sky was clear, but bright with an almost full moon looming overhead casting a glow on everything. It was one of the brightest moons I’d seen all year. You could almost see in the pitch black darkness.

“I can’t believe you scared us like that,” I said. I’d nearly wet my pants. When Paul didn’t come back out after close to ten minutes I was starting to get legitimately worried about him. I was keeping my eyes locked in on the broken window he’d climbed in through, expecting to see him any second now. And when he didn’t come out, my heart had started creeping up until it was almost in my throat.

And of course Greg and Mark were no help with their horror story “theories”.

Then the roar behind me. It didn’t even sound like Paul. The voice was roaring, menacing, almost like some old Hammer horror film voice over.

After I got over my near heart attack I realized it was a brilliant gag and my friends all loved it. Paul was in with us now. That was a comfort to me. I was really starting to like Paul, and while it was far too early to tell if it would develop into anything serious, I was just happy to know that if it did, then my friends had all approved of him.

“Where are you living?” I asked.

“I found a decent rental house about two blocks from here,” Paul said.

“Really? Well, I live about five blocks down. So you are going to have quite the walk back,” I teased.

“Oh, I can handle a few more blocks,” Paul replied. “But you know the evening is so young, maybe we don’t have to end it yet.”

I glanced at the clock on my phone. It was just a bit past eleven. And I did not have work tomorrow.

“You’re right,” I said. “But I just know you were excited to meet my parents.”

Paul and I both burst out laughing at my joke.

“Hey, parents love me,” he said. “Especially, moms. I can charm moms so fast you wouldn’t even believe it.”

“Really? How many moms have you charmed in your day?”

“Depends on where you are going with this,” Paul said. “I mean some of my ex-girlfriends had some hot moms. And some of them had some single moms. Hell, there were a few that looking back now, I should have just dated their moms and not them to begin with.”

“You are crazy,” I said giving him a playful punch on the arm.

“Yeah, but I think everyone is a little bit crazy. I’m right at the top part of almost too crazy, but not quite certifiable yet. I mean, I am a writer, remember?”

“Oh, yeah,” I said. “Does that mean you have like a bunch of bizarre rituals or something? Is there anything weird I should know about you?”

“Nah, I’m pretty basic, especially for a horror junkie.”

“Is your house all decked out in nerdy horror stuff? You got like statues, costumes everywhere, weird posters?”

Paul smiled. “No, I’m not that much of a nerd. Not that there is anything against that. I have much respect for nerds. But you would probably only guess my love for horror by browsing my bookshelves and my DVD collection. Actually, I’m kind of anti-decoration.”

I smiled. That sounded weird.

“What do you mean by anti-decoration?”

“It’s a weird quark I have. I hate to decorate things. I don’t do posters, pictures, or anything. Hell, this little statue I stole from that abandoned house is going to be the closest thing I have to a decorative piece.”

“I may just have to stop by sometime and see for myself,” I said. “I’m intrigued by this.”

“Well, no time like the present,” Paul said. “We are almost there.”

I looked up at him and our eyes locked. Suddenly, a very strong urge came over me I couldn’t explain. And I knew that this was going to happen tonight. And it was going to be amazing. It was going to be fun. And it was going to be a new experience that I would never forget.

Hell, it might even turn into something real.

“So, what is your poison, my lady?” Paul asked extending his arm over his little mini bar he had set up in the corner of his living room.

I scanned the collection of liquor he had available, impressed with his variety. He had vodka, bourbon, tequila, spiced rum, and even some Kahlua.

“Let’s go with a vodka tonic,” I said. “Providing you have the tonic.”

“But of course,” Paul said.

He grabbed a bottle of tonic from the kitchen and a few glasses. He made us each one with a lime garnished on the edge of the glass. Very fancy.

“So, how many drinks do you know how to make? Did you use to do bartending or anything?” I asked.

Paul laughed. “No. I just do the basics,” he said.

He handed me my drink and sat down on the couch beside me.

Paul was not exaggerating at all about his disdain for decoration. The walls were all bare. There were no knickknacks, no pictures, no posters, or anything else remotely fun to look at. His place looked like he’d just moved in that morning and had unpacked about two boxes.

But I was impressed with his huge shelving unit full of paperback books. I strode over to the shelf and began reading a few of the titles he had. They were all organized by author. He had several Stephen King, some Dean Koontz, John Saul, Bentley Little…

“Wow, how many books are here?” I asked.

“At my last count about two hundred and eighteen,” Paul said. “I used to have a bunch more, but over time I sold them. Most of those are ones I’ve read more than once, the favorites. And I have a shelf for new ones.”

“You ever hear of digital books? Kindle? Nook?” I asked.

“Yeah, but I’m old fashioned. I do have a bunch of that stuff on my kindle app, but I still love the feel, the texture, the smell, of a good book. That’s one of the reasons I still get books from the library. It’s a different experience. You can see how lived in a book is, get a feel for how many times it’s been read…”

“Wow, I don’t think I’ve ever met anybody who loves books as much as you,” I said. “I mean I consider myself a pretty voracious reader, or at least I used to be. But you got me beat by a mile.”

Paul stood up and moved over to where I was standing.

“You aren’t going to do that thing where you ask me to pick a random book, turn to a page, and name a line, so you can tell me what it is, are you?” I asked.

“What?” Paul laughed. “That would be cool, but no I don’t think so.”

“Well, I’ve heard there are people who can do weird stuff like that,” I said. “I was just checking to see if you were one of them.”

“No, I’m not some kind of a savant or anything,” Paul said. “How about you? Being an accountant and all that might really come in handy if you can memorize an entire ledger or something in seconds.”

“Yes!” I said. “That would be something.”

“So, where did you go to school?” Paul asked.

“Bowling Green,” I replied.

“Wow, that’s a ways away,” he said. “Did you go on campus or online?”

“I went on campus,” I replied. “Truthfully, I just wanted to get out of this little town. Granted, Bowling Green is in a small town, too, but not this small. I just wanted a change of scenery. I wanted to get away from my family for a bit, even though I love them dearly, and I wanted to see what else was out there.”

“I can understand that,” Paul said. “But you came back, right?”

“Yeah, I guess after a few years away I started to really miss home. And as luck would have it I was able to land a job in my field right here in town. So, I jumped at the chance.”

“I read somewhere that people from small towns all want to leave, and some do, but most always go back home. I guess we all return home sooner or later.”

“Do you think you will go back to your hometown?” I asked.

Paul thought a moment. “Well, I might one day. But for right now I just wanted to see what else was out there. And I’d grown up reading about this place. Something happened back home that I decided I needed to get away from. Hopefully, one day I might change my mind. Unless, I find some great reason to stay here.”

We stared into each other’s eyes for a moment, as if agreeing this could become that thing…

I shook my head. Why did I keep doing that? I kept being almost overtaken by the feeling that this was something different, something special, even though it was too new to really know that.

“What about you? Did you go to college?” I asked.

Paul shook his head no.

“Nope, school was never really my thing. There were too many rules, and trouble seemed to find me for some odd reason.”

“Trouble seemed to find you? Are you sure you had nothing at all to do with it?” I teased.

“Well, maybe a little here and there,” Paul confessed with a smile. “But I knew that I wanted to be a writer and the type of writing I do I don’t feel can be taught in a program like that. And I’m too jittery to sit still in a classroom for that long listening to someone yap on about something they probably have never done, or at least never done well. I mean if they had they probably wouldn’t be teaching it. But I could be wrong. It’s just my opinion.”

“That’s an interesting way to look at things.”

“Yeah, plus by doing jobs that I hate it keeps me motivated to keep working harder on the writing.”

“And what if you don’t make it?” I asked carefully. I hoped he didn’t take it as an insult. But I figured Paul had pretty tough skin.

“Then I know I gave it my best shot and that’s all I can ever ask out of myself, right?”

I smiled, nodded, and took a sip of my drink.

“So, do you think it’s totally lame I still live with my folks?” I asked.

“Only a little bit,” Paul said with a large grin. His teeth were almost perfectly straight, white, as if he’d had a lot of work done to them, but they appeared totally natural. He had the most beautiful smile. I could get caught up looking at it for hours on end.

“Well, it saves me a lot of money,” I said. “Plus, I honestly enjoy living with my parents for the time being.”

“Then that is all that matters. I don’t judge. I may tease you and bust your balls a bit, but I don’t judge at all. You shouldn’t feel ashamed about anything like that.”

“I’m not,” I said. “Lara likes to give me a hard time about it, but that’s just Lara.”

“Lara is insane,” Paul said. “So you’ve known all of your friends since high school?”

“Junior high,” I said.

“Wow,” Paul replied. “Sad to say I don’t have any friendships that long. All of my friends moved away after graduation.”

“Why did you stay behind?”

“My folks, I guess,” Paul said. “They are both farmers. I grew up helping my dad.”

“Is that where that sexy physique comes from?” I asked.

The second the words escaped my lips I felt myself start to blush. What the hell did I just say? I wasn’t usually this forward. Maybe it was time for me to stop drinking for the evening before I said something I shouldn’t have said.

Paul was standing so close to me right then. He was so tight. He’d removed his suit jacket, tie, and dress shirt after we walked through the door. Now he was standing there in only a tight t-shirt and his slacks. I could see the definition of his tight, rippling muscles through the shirt. Damn he was fit.

Paul noticed me looking at his body. He smiled at me gently, and looked me over from my feet to my face, pausing at my hips, and my large breasts.

“So, what is on your mind?” I asked.

Paul gave me the answer I was looking for.

He took my glass and his own glass, set them on a bookshelf in front of us and then pulled me close to him, planting his lips on mine.

Paul kissed me hard, passionately, cradling my body next to his, grinding his hips into me as if hinting at what lie beneath the surface, what he wanted to give to me, and I couldn’t wait to receive it.

His mouth was open smothering mine, as if trying to swallow me. His tongue was whipping around inside my mouth with a fury and intensity I had never felt before. My own oral appendage was trying to keep up with his desperately, but he was pushing me down, suckling on me, drawing me out of my body.

His hands were on my ass then. They were big and strong, squeezing my cheeks tightly in his large palms. I was getting so wet. I wanted his rock hard cock to slide into me, spread me open, and leave me wanting more and more of it. It had been a little while since I’d been with a man and all of my pent up lust and emotional pain was coming out of me at this moment. It was time to just let it all go and get what I wanted.

Paul quickly pulled my shirt over my head, exposing my upper body. I was only wearing a bra now. His eyes grew wide with passion, a smile spreading over his lips as he pulled away from kissing my mouth. He reached behind me then and with one swift move had unhooked my bra. I shimmied my shoulders and sent the bra falling to the floor.

Now my large double D breasts were on full display for him. Paul instantly bent down and grabbed one, big breast in each hand, and started squeezing them firmly. My nipples were getting so hard now. They were so sensitive.

Paul seemed to know exactly what to do as he placed my right nipple in his mouth and began to suck on it. As he sucked he pulled back until only the nipple was in his mouth. My nipples are large and wide. The few men I’d been with had always complimented me on them, even though I’d always wished they were smaller. Paul definitely seemed to be in league with the majority here.

Paul’s hands were working their way up the back of my skirt, inching ever closer to my pussy. I was so wet; I could practically smell my sexual scent wafting up to my nostrils. I hoped it turned Paul on.

His hands found their mark and in one quick motion ripped my panties from my body, tearing the fabric to shreds. This somewhat violent act against an article of my clothing turned me on even farther.

I was now exposed; my dripping, wet, aching slit was so ready for him. As Paul’s mouth continued to suck on my hard and delicately sensitive nipples, his fingers began to explore me, moving slowly at first and then with strong purpose slipping inside my moisture and sliding effortlessly between the lips. His fingers were thick, formed by hard work, and heavy weights. He had two fingers inside of me moving slowly in and out. Each finger would scrape the inside of my walls working in totally synchronization.

My pussy was wrapping around each of his digits, almost squeezing them, pulsating as he pounded in and out of me, giving me the best finger fuck I’d ever had. He knew exactly how to keep me guessing and how to work my body.

I couldn’t help but grind my hips a bit, feeling the rhythm beneath me, moving, vibrating, and pulsating. My juices were running out of me at a record pace, overflowing my inner walls.

I was going to come soon.

Paul dropped to his knees suddenly. He lifted my left leg up and draped it over his shoulder while he planted his face in my crotch and began to lick me senseless.

The moment his tongue touched my pussy my whole body began to quiver.

“Shit!” I said. “That’s it… oh, God that is good…”

I wasn’t normally so vocal during sex, but this was perhaps the most pleasure I’d ever felt. With Daniel I realized that something between us was missing. There was a spark, a passion, that we had lacked, but I’d never understood that until right then, being there with Paul.

I wasn’t sure why this was so much better, but the way he touched me sent shockwaves of blissing rippling through my whole being. His sweet, expertly skilled tongue was working its way in and out of me, keeping me off balance, moving, slipping, sliding against my walls, and jumping up to flick at my clit. Every time he hit that magic button I let out a little squeal involuntarily.

I was going to come soon. Oh, I wanted to release my entire load of pleasure all over his handsome face.

“Yeah, you like that?” Paul asked continuing to finger me. “God damn you taste so good.”

“Lick me!” I groaned. “I’m going to come!”

Paul planted his face back in my crotch and that exquisite tongue went to work on me again. I grabbed the back of his head and pushed his face deeper into me. I felt the orgasm coming. It felt like it was going to be huge. I hadn’t come in weeks, except by myself. But masturbating had always been a poor substitute for sex with me.

“Come for me,” Paul commanded. “I want to taste you so badly.”

Hearing those words was all it took.

“Shit!” I yelled as my dam of pleasure bursts and my juices drained all over Paul’s mouth. My inner walls started shaking and squeezing around his tongue and fingers. I wished so badly that his hard dick was in there right then, but something told me I was going to have a turn on that next.

Would I be able to climax again so soon? I’d never had that before. But then again Daniel had always been such a selfish lover.

“Damn…how good did that feel?” Paul asked. He was looking up at me, my juices running down his chin, a look of pure joy and contentment on his face. I’d never seen anything sexier or anyone I wanted more.

“Take me to the bedroom,” I answered.

Paul stood to his full height, bent down and kissed me hard on the lips and while still kissing me hoisted me up with his massive arms and carried me into the bedroom where he laid me down on his king sized bed.

The room was dark, except for some flecks of light peeking in under the blinds. I reached over and turned on the small lamp on the bedside table.

“I want to see everything…” I moaned.

Paul stood in front of me, an almost predatory look in his eyes. He was the hunter; I was the prey. And he was about to devour his prey. But I was about to devour him as well.

He was about to find out how aggressive I could really be.

I sat up in bed and grabbed Paul by the belt before he could say anything. Then I pulled him closer to the bed and adjusted myself so I was sitting right on the edge. I was now at the perfect height.

In a flash I unbuckled his belt, unbuttoned his pants, and unzipped his fly. Then I let go allowing his pants to drop to the floor around his ankles. He stepped out of the pants, kicked them to the side, and now he was standing there in all his glory wearing only a pair of black, silk, boxer shorts.

“Take them off,” Paul said.

I smiled with delight and proceeded to pull the boxers down off his hips, his ass, and finally beneath his crotch where his rock hard dick sprang free from its cage almost hitting me in the face. I let go of the boxers and they dropped to the floor as well.

Now Paul was fully nude. The realization made me feel faint for a minute. A wave of lightheadedness washed over me and I felt for a moment that I was really going to pass out. I reached out and grabbed Paul’s hips one hand on each side, steadying myself.

The faint feeling passed soon. My entire being was now focused on his amazing prick that was perched right in front of my gaping mouth. It was beautiful. His dick was long, thick, fully engorged, and ready to take me. And I was ready to take him.

“Do you want me to suck it?” I purred, licking my lips. “Is that what you want?”

“Yes…” Paul groaned.

I was now stroking his cock, trying to fit my slim fingers around his massive tool. To my surprise it was responding by growing even harder and thicker. It was going to be a massive undertaking, but I was not nervous about it.

Leaning in I held the cock close to my face, took a good whiff of it. Paul’s scent was like the cologne of the Gods to my senses. Every single fiber of my being was being lit up and turned on by it.

I couldn’t wait any longer. I had to taste him.

Pulling his cock between my lips I pushed down with my mouth just enough to allow the tip to rest in my warm, wet, mouth. The taste was exquisite. It was unlike anything I’d ever tasted before, albeit I’d only really given oral to two other men and I’d never wanted to give oral this badly before. But my body almost… craved it… Like Paul’s taste was a drug to me and I just suddenly could not live another moment without getting that injected into me.

I rolled my tongue over and under the head of Paul’s cock a few times. The lightheaded sensation came over me again and I moaned into it, allowing it to take me. It was just my mind trying to deal with this amazing experience.

“Shit…” Paul groaned.

I loved the encouragement.

I opened my mouth a bit wider and brought more of his length into my mouth. God, he was big. My jaws were almost aching from the stretching they were receiving, but I wasn’t going to let a little bit of pain stop me. I would get used to it.

I was already thinking of how my pussy was going to be pounded, stretched, and demolished by this fantastic tool of fuck. I was getting so wet again. I realized I was going to come again tonight. And I wanted it to be with Paul’s rigid member buried deep inside of my tight hole.

He owned it tonight. I belonged to him. And that was exactly how I wanted it.

Paul was now almost all the way into my mouth. I’d let myself get used to him and now I was moving up and down on his cock at a fairly consistent pace. My tongue savored the flavor, which somehow grew even more intense.

“Fuck, you taste so good…” I said pulling my mouth off his cock and giving it a few strokes.

I slid my tongue up the underside of his cock slowly, licking it like some kind of amazing popsicle from the bottom to the top and then I wrapped my mouth back over the head and proceed to swallow him whole once more.

Paul’s hand was resting on the back of my head, guiding me, not pushing me, letting me take all the control, but I could tell that he was fighting the urge to force me down all the way, so I decided to save him the trouble.

I took a deep breath through my nose and then shoved my head down as far as I could on his massive girth, almost to the very base and then I held my mouth there, steadying myself on Paul’s hips with my hands.

“Fuck!” Paul groaned.

I could feel his whole body tensing up and for a moment I thought he might blow his entire wad down my throat. It would have been fine. I wanted to taste all of him I could, even though I’d never swallowed anyone’s load before, not even that jerk Daniel. I’d never found the taste that appealing, but with Paul I wanted to try it.  I needed to taste him and swallow every single drop of his elixir.

But I wanted to ride him even more. My pussy was screaming for it.

I was gushing wet again, my juices starting to overflow out of me and dribbling down my inner thigh.

The thought of fingering myself was so tempting, but I knew I would come in minutes. And I wanted to wait. I wasn’t sure how many orgasms I had in me and I wanted the next one to be with Paul deep inside of me pounding me like there was no tomorrow.

I moved my head up and down very quickly and in very short movements so that Paul was still buried deep in my mouth almost reaching down my throat.

“That’s it, baby!” Paul yelled.

I knew if I kept this up he was going to come. And I could feel my gag reflex finally starting to kick in so I pulled back on Paul’s shaft and let it plop out of my mouth, a thick coat of my spit all over it.

My hand was still stroking him up and down and I added a bit of my other hand to cup his aching nut sack. I was careful to be gentle, but not too gentle. His balls were so big, massive. They felt like huge, soft marbles in my hands.

I leaned back on the bed right then, fully exposing myself to Paul. My legs were opened wide, ready for him to enter me.

“Fuck the shit out of me,” I commanded.

Paul moaned like a hungry beast and quickly climbed on top of me. He shoved his huge dick hard inside my pussy and began to ride me furiously. I tensed up slightly expecting it to hurt, but I was so wet he slid in easily. And Paul was so turned on; he wanted me so badly that he was like a man possessed.

And that was just the way I wanted it.

I needed it rough. I wanted him to take me like a cave man who would not be denied. This was primal. This was fucking at its most basic, brutal level.

And God it felt good.

Paul had filled me up with his large dick. I was stretched to the maximum, every single sweet spot being triggered with almost every single thrust of his cock. My legs were wrapped tightly around his waist, my hands grabbing behind his head, holding on for dear life as he pounded away at me.

“Fuck, you are so tight!” Paul growled.

“Yes! Fuck me! Harder!” I gasped between moans of ecstasy.

Paul took the challenge and began to pile drive me even harder, and deeper. I couldn’t believe I was able to take his entire length, his total girth inside my wetness. But I was doing it. Barely. If he’d been any larger (if such a thing were humanly possible) then he would have been too big.

He grabbed my legs suddenly, pulled them off his waist and slung them both over his shoulders. Then he slid even closer to me and began pushing his cock harder and deeper inside. He was slamming into my farthest wall.

And it was Heaven.

I was going to come. I knew it. I could feel it building up inside of me.

“I’m… coming…oh… fuck…” I gasped.

“Do it! Come on that cock for me!” Paul yelled.

And I did.

“SHIT!” I yelled loudly. I didn’t mean to scream that loudly, but at that moment I was fully incapable of controlling the volume of my voice or really controlling any part of my body.

The orgasm hit me like a tidal wave echoing throughout my entire being. My whole body was quaking, shaking, quivering, and vibrating against Paul’s muscular form. He held on and continued to pound into my aching pussy, which had grown even tighter during the orgasm and was now clutching his cock with a brutal grip and jerking up and down on it as if trying to milk him dry of every ounce of man juice he had built up.

And it worked.

“FUCK!” Paul screamed close to my ear.

A split second later I felt him release his entire load into me, his cock spurting over and over again. I usually couldn’t really feel it when a man came inside of me, but I felt Paul.

My body attacked his cum almost like a rabid animal, as if it knew that it needed it. This was the thing I’d been missing my whole life. And now here it was.

Paul gave me one final groan as he tried to push once more inside of me but he was now done. His body could do no more and he stopped moving, his sweaty, fully taxed, glistening muscles were all tapped out. The only sound in the room now were the gasping from our heavy breathing.

We were both completely spent.

“Wow…” Paul said resting his head on my chest, my breasts making comfortable pillows for him, our sweat mingling together.

“Fuck yeah…” I said.

I didn’t usually curse much, but at a time like this there was not much else I could verbalize.

“That was wild,” Paul said. “I’m not just saying this, but that was the most amazing sex I’ve ever had. Shit…”

I laughed still trying to catch my breath.

“Tell me about it,” I replied.

Paul rolled off of me then to my left side and draped an arm over me pulling me over to him so that my head was now resting on his heaving chest. I could hear his heart beating fast, strong, steady. His breathing moving in and out as his body started to come down. My endorphins were raging fully through my body and I wasn’t sure how long it would take me to come down.

But I did.

And I had the best sleep I could ever remember lying there with my head resting on Paul’s chest.