Deborah Comes Over

                                                                 DEBORAH COMES OVER,        

                                                                           by Barticlees

   I knew she was hurting.  Hell, I was hurting too, but there was no way I was ever going to get back with that bitch.  We were getting a divorce.  It was in the works and she called occassionally.  She would be crying and bitching at me for something or other but I knew she was hurting.  I shouldn't have married her.  Truth was I thought she was not very pretty, but she was good in bed, and I was horny.  So......  Big mistake.  And now I was making it right.  She knew it and I knew it but she couldn't help badgering me from time to time.

  The idea came to me one night as I was jacking off in the dark.  It was a long shot, but I figured what the heck.  So, the next time she called I just laid it out...got right to the point.  "Look, Deborah, we both know getting a divorce is the right thing to do.  But if you want to come over and just fuck that's okay with me." 

  I heard her sputter and then she started to yell at me.  I listened for about 10 seconds and then I started talking right over her.  "Look, if you're horny, you can come over, and, if you ask me nicely, I'll fuck you.  But don't wear anything other than a coat, with nothing on underneath, or I won't even let you in.  Because you are going to have to leave the coat out on the porch by the stairwell so we'll both be clear on the reason why you are here....to fuck, and only to fuck.  Otherwise, shut the fuck up. I don't have the time or patience for this crap."  Then I just slammed down the phone before she could reply. 

  I smiled to myself for quite some time after that.  The scheming bitch.  I knew she was horny and I knew that if she went along with my proposal it would only be so she could have a chance to fuck with me somehow.  But, for a change, I wasn't going to let that happen again.  I was serious.  She probably didn't believe me, but I was dead serious.  Sex was all I wanted from her and I thought there was an outside chance it might actually happen because she had been a virgin when we started dating, and I was the only guy she had ever slept with.  Mine was the only cock that had ever been in her beaver and I knew that whenever she would get horny it was my cock she would probably yearn for.  Or maybe she would just keep on hating me.  Whatever.

  A week went by, same-o, same-o, day in and day out; work all day, come home, eat supper, watch some tv, and go to bed.  But one night the phone rang.  It was her.  She started in on me.  "If you think I would ever, ever, ever..."

  "Shut up you stupid bitch." I interrupted her,  "I already told you.  If you are horny come over, naked, except for a coat and I will fuck you.  Otherwise go to hell."  Then I hung up.  God, it felt good to tell her off like that.  My days of being tactful with her were over.  I doubted if she would even call again after that.  So I watched a little more tv and got ready to go to bed and masturbate myself to sleep as usual. 

  But, later, as I was brushing my teeth, to my utter astonishment, I heard a slight rapping on my door.  It was so light that I wasn't sure I had even heard anything.  "Not possible," I muttered to myself and went back to brushing my teeth.  Then I heard it again.  This time I was sure.  Someone was knocking...very gently.  I rinsed out my mouth and went to my peephole and looked out.  What I saw blew my mind.  She was there.  In an overcoat. 

  My cock started getting hard immediately.  I stood there for a few seconds trying to pull myself together.  Then, when I had my thoughts organized, I opened the door. 

  I stood and stared at her.  I said nothing.  "H...H...hello Brad," she said finally, meekly, as she looked down at the floor.  I thought maybe we could just talk about....I mean I don't just want to.....I...I...."

  "Shut the fuck up, bitch." I ordered.  I knew she was playing me somehow.  I knew it because it was what she always did.  I was not going to let that happen here. 

  She shut up.  "Take off  your coat, fold it, and put it by the door."

  "B...b...but, can't I just..."

  I started to shut the door.  "Wait!" she said, and I paused and looked out at her.  Slowly, fearfully, she slipped the coat from her shoulders and pulled her arms from the sleeves.  My cock was about half hard as I watched her slowly fold the coat and lay it by my door.  Then she stood with her arms over her breasts trying to conceal her nakedness.  I loved it.  I loved knowing that at any minute someone could come out of their apartment and see her standing there and I loved knowing it scared the shit out of her.  I stood and stared at her for a minute.  Eventually she spoke up.  "Please, Brad, let me in.  I'm scared."

  "What did I tell you before bitch?  I said I 'might' fuck you if you asked nicely."

  A tear rolled down her cheek.  "Please, Brad.  D...d...don't make me beg....I....."

  I closed the door. 

  That did it.  She quickly knocked, this time more loudly, and more urgently.  I opened it.  "Yes?....."

  She was really crying now.  "Please...B..B...Brad, p...p...please...uh....um....please uh....."

  "PLease what bitch?" I asked loud enough to startle her.  She looked around in terror fearing that someone would hear me and open their door to see what the fuss was all about.

  "Please fuck me," she hissed. 

  "What?" I said again more loudly than was necessary.  "I couldn't hear you."

  "PLease...please...please...Brad" she said looking into my eyes and pleading with me.  "PLease Brad, I need it...please...please.....................................fuck me." she finally said as she wept openly.  

  I opened the door and stood to the side to let her in.  She rushed in gratefully and I watched as her cute butt cheeks bounced in the cold hard light of the stairwell. 

  Once she was inside I closed the door and she rushed over to hug me.  I pushed her away.  She looked up at me in surprise.  I slapped her.  She recoiled in shock. 

  "Do not look at me bitch," I ordered her. 

  She looked away fearfully and confused.  "You will look down at the floor as long as you are with me and speak only when spoken to. Do you understand me?" I said and slapped her again for good measure. 

  She gasped and put her hand to her cheek but looked only at the floor.  "Yes....yes...yes...Brad....I .....uhm....just....um"  SLAP!  I hit her again and she started crying even harder.  "Shut up bitch," I yelled and pushed her towards the living room.  "Now lean over the end of the couch and shut up." I ordered her as I pushed her firmly towards the couch.

   She obeyed immediately, but I could tell she was almost in shock now.  Things were not going the way she had pictured it.  I'm sure she didn't believe me when I said I was just going to fuck her.  She had always  been able to manipulate me and now she couldn't.  I could see the reality of her situation beginning to sink in. 

  I waited for her to do something;  to protest some more, or to turn around and run for the door.  But to my very pleasant surprise she simply stayed there, leaning over the end of the couch with her legs slightly spread and her cute butt lewdly displayed and her enticingly hairy pussy dangling helplessly between her legs. 

  "Good," I said after a minute.  "Stay there, I'll be back in a minute."  I didn't really need to go get anything, I just wanted to test her;  to see if this was for real or if she was going to change her mind.  If she didn't then.....!

  I went into my bedroom and sat on my bed.  My head was spinning. I hadn't really thought this would work, but now my soon to be ex-wife was leaning naked over the couch in my living room waiting for me to service her.  'Holy, crap' I thought.  'I can't blow this now.  This may be a once in a lifetime chance but I can't let her know how much I want this or she will use it against me.  I have to stay cool.'   But my cock was totally hard now.  I couldn't help it.  I had to make sure she didn't see it or she would know how badly I wanted to fuck her.  Thankfully, she couldn't see me with her head in the couch pillows.  I intended to keep it there.  Well, maybe until I was almost finished anyway. 

  I went into my bathroom and splashed some water on my face and then quickly dried off and went back into the living room.  She was still bent over as I had left her. I heard her sniffle softly.

 

  I walked over, and, without preamble, stuck two of  my fingers inside her pussy.  It was soaking wet.  'Bingo' I thought to myself.  This was better than all the holidays put together.  My wife was hot as a firecracker.  She needed it bad; real bad.  I knew she didn't believe in masturbation; that was for naughty girls, so I figured she hadn't had any sexual relief since we split up four months ago. 

  I worked my fingers around and around her cunt lips and heard her gasp with pleasure.  She even started pushing her ass back towards me as I found her clit and rubbed up and down it's stalk.  She was breathing very hard in no time and I had to be careful not to let her orgasm.  I didn't want to take the chance of giving her enough relief to try and take control of the situation again.  I had to play her like a fiddle.  So I fiddled.   And I fiddled.  And I fiddled. 

  I had never seen my wife so worked up in my life.  I looked down at the beautiful sight of her naked back and her long black hair in sweaty disarray as she leaned helplessly at the end of my fingers, waiting for me to give her the release she obviously needed at that moment.  She probably needed it more than she could have probably ever figured she would.  She had always been somewhat of a prude in bed, making sure all the lights were off, except for a candle or two, if I was lucky, and mostly we had always done it missionary. But I had always enjoyed it because she was so sexy and cute.  But this....this.....total exposure, was enough in and of itself to make me so hard I thought my cock would explode from the hydraulic pressure of all the blood that was cramming itself into my manhood. 

  I pulled out my fingers.  "Spread your cheeks," I ordered, trying to sound cool, and trying not to let her hear me panting like a dog in heat. 

  "Wh...wh...what?" she said in frustration and confusion.  She had been very close to cumming and there was no way I was going to let her if I could help it.  WHACK.  I slapped her butt cheek hard enough so that the red imprint of my hand quickly appeared on her luscious derriere.  "Spread your ass cheeks bitch."  I ordered loudly. 

  I thought my head would explode when I watched my pristine, spoiled, cute little soon to be ex-wife reach back and spread her ass for me.   It was the practically the first time I had ever seen her anus.  I had caught a couple of glimpses of it in the dark before, but nothing like this.  She was showing me her butthole.  And I loved it. 

  I reached down and shoved my middle finger up her butt. 

  Deborah gasped, lunged forward some, but not enough to really get away from my finger, and threw her head back, making her beautiful and damp hair fly.  "Sit still bitch" I said and slapped her butt with my other hand.  "I want to finger fuck your ass." 

  Wow, it was tight.  She squeezed involuntarily, I guess, as I sawed my finger slowly in and out of her pooper and watched as her little brown virgin star reluctantly accepted the intruder.  I reached down then and unzipped my pants, making sure to do it in one swift movement so she could hear me.  I wanted her to be afraid that I was going to sodomize her, although I wasn't going to butt fuck her now because I didn't want to ruin this experience by going too fast and ripping her rectum or by slowing down enough to not rip her rectum.  But I wanted her to be afraid that I might do her anally and it must have worked.  Because, at the sound of my zipper going down, Deborah gasped, threw her head down and arched her back while pushing towards the univited intruder in her butt.

  I figured that somehow her fear, her exposure, and her unaccustomed helplessness must have all combined to really light her fire.  She actually started to fuck my finger with her butt now as I stopped moving it and stared down in wonder at the sight of her glorious ass desperately fucking itself on my digit.  She was trying to make herself cum just from the anal friction and I wondered if that was possible.  Didn't she need some kind of vaginal stimulation to actually have an orgasm? 

  Apparently she did, because as the minutes passed with her forcing my finger in and out of her butt hole, she appeared to be on the verge of climax but couldn't quite get there.  I expected her to cum at any moment but she couldn't.  Finally, in desperation I heard her plead; "Please.  PLease.  Oh, for the love of God, Brad.  Fuck me.  Fuck me.  Make me come Brad.  I need it so bad.  PLease Brad, I'm begging you."

   I pulled my finger out abruptly, spread her legs with my feet, and moved forward. 

  It was like the first time I had ever had sex in my life.  I could feel every single millimeter of my cock as it moved into the heat of her desperately squeezing vagina.  My cock head was flared open as far as it could go so as to touch every single spot it could possibly reach.  The pleasure increased the further inside of her I went.  Until finally, I was all the way inside her,  and could feel my testicles pressing against her hairy mound.  She immediately started trying to move quickly up and down my shaft but I grabbed her ass and made her go slow.  I wanted to savor this experience.  I wanted to savor my dominance over her after all these years.  I wanted to use her.  I wanted to make her my whore.  She hadn't worked out as my wife, maybe now, as a sex object, she would finally work for me.

  I fucked her long and slow, keeping her on the verge of orgasm but never quite letting her go over.  She started moaning, panting, and begging but I woulnd't let her cum.  I don't know where I found the stamina, maybe it was the two glasses of wine I had had with dinner, but I was able to hold back as long as I liked.   And I liked it long. 

  On and on I fucked her.  I even stuck my thumb up her butt as she rocked back and forth over my member, and she seemed to get even hotter, as impossible as that seemed.  I fucked her.  I sodomized her with my thumb as deeply as I could get it,  and I fucked her some more.  It was incredible.  It was as though I had established some kind of psychic connection to her body and could sense whenever she was on the verge of cumming.  And then I would stop or slow down.  After what seemed like an eternity of this bliss she seemed almost to have lost her mind in her desperate desire for orgasm and her coordination seemed to leave her as she began just flailing around on the end of my cock like an insane rag doll. 

  Only after she had reached that state did I finally make up my mind to let her come.  I figured she couldn't possibly get any hotter without actually going insane so I started to plow in and out of her with deep rhythmic strokes.   I began  plunging myself all the way up inside of her and then back until I could see the crown of my cock at her female entrace.  This time, as she caught the rhythm of my thrusts, and she began to match it, I let her orgasm build up inside of her and then I began to slam into her like a jackhammer. 

  That was what she had been waiting for.  That was what her body needed.  When she came she actually screamed.  Well, it was sort of a scream.  It started as a deep moan that became louder, but, as the intensity of her orgasm reached it's peak, the level of pleasure must have been so great that she lost the ability to make even a coherent scream.  Because the sound broke apart into intermittent squeaks and squeals that must have reached a frequency so high that it was only audible to the animal kingdom.  Somewhere, I was sure, a dog was perking up it's ears in wonder at the sound of my wife's orgasm. If it was a female dog, it was probably feeling envious at the passion of my wife's orgasm.  If it was a male dog, it was probably getting an erection at the sound. 

  Just as her orgasm began to subside mine was just beginning.  I had reached the end of my endurance.  The velvety wet heat of her clutching pussy sliding over my swollen cock pushed me over the edge. Originally, I had intended to withdraw from her at the last moment and go around and cum on her face or even in her mouth, for the first time ever, but the pleasure was too great and I knew I wasn't going to last that long so I pulled out and squeezed myself as I shot one long white stream of goo after another up and over her beautiful ass and into her hair.  I didn't stop until her backside was streaked with several long white lines of my sperm. 

  Vaguely, through the fog of my pleasure, I felt a slight dissappointment at the fact that I had failed to acheive a definitive victory by cumming in her mouth for the first time.  I would have loved to have seen her pretty face soiled with cum for the first time ever, but I had failed.  She had stolen my ultimate victory from me so I was pissed, even though it had clearly been the best sex of my life.

    Before she could start thanking me and manuevering me emotionally at the wonder of our sexual copulation, with all the determination I had left, I decided to execute the final phase of my plan.  I pulled away from her and went directly to the door and opened it.  "There," I said trying to control my breathing.  "You got your fuck now get out."

  "But...but...baby.....wasn't that just...."

  "GET......OUT.......BITCH...."  I yelled with all the force I could muster.  "NOW"

  The fierceness of my voice startled even me and I could hear it echoing in the stairwell outside.  "Or do you want me to keep your coat and throw you out naked?"  I said calmly. 

  That did the trick.  I watched as my naked wife, breasts jiggling, hair bouncing, and sperm streaming down her back ran outside to grab her coat.  As soon as she was out, I slammed the door shut and locked it.  I could just barely hear the sound of my wife's feet as she scuffled down the stairs and hurried out to the parking lot.  I saw her car lights come on from my window and watched as the red tail lights disappeared into the traffic in front of my apartment complex. 

  I went to bed and fell asleep thinking about what had just happened and the future possibilities of our "new" relationship. 

  And I slept like a baby.