Deborah

My Fantasy all age above 18

Deborah’s older brother Jed would tie her up, blindfold her and play “Married People” games with her. It was the most attention she ever got from her beloved Jed. So, what at first was mere compliance gradually became a passion. Behind that blindfold she learned to release all responsibility along with any inhibitions. “What will he do next” and “Ahhh” were her most common responses as Jed would gradually strip her naked then explore and use her body, positioning and fondling her rudely.

Mom and Dad both worked late and Jed would regularly bring one or two of his mates over to the house. He would prep Deborah then call “Ready.” Deborah loved the anticipation and the suspense. She had her puppy crushes on some of Jed’s friends and she allowed her fantasies to race unchecked as they all used their hands and dickies as they desired.

It was on her honeymoon with Paul that she breathed her fetish and her desires into his ear. She was stroking his long cock wantonly as she revealed the details of her needs. Paul offered both sympathy and resentment until Deb whispered that she loved it. She wanted her new husband to bind her and blindfold her. Then to do anything he wished with her. She wanted him to call out “Ready” before he began. Her cunt and her belly would immediately respond.

She kept urging Paul for more. She wanted to imagine dirty twisted sex. She told him to fantasize about bringing friends into the room after she was prepped. She told him that she would remain silent, lost in her imagination. He seemed incapable of entering the truly taboo and perverted world that Deborah wished to swim in.

One Thursday evening in October, Paul bound her wrists and ankles to the bed frame and slipped her blindfold over her eyes. This time he lay her face down and spread eagled. She was aroused by the strangeness of the position and desperately hoped for something, anything filthy to occur.

Paul called out “Ready” then he took both hands and spread her ass cheeks wide. Deborah could feel the exhilarating air on her exposed asshole. She wriggled to show her approval and desire. She suddenly stopped writhing and froze. She felt the mattress sag on her left. There was someone else in the room. Her pussy answered instantly and she ground her pubis into the mattress. Her Imagination raced. Then she felt a new hand, a palm thumb and fingers that were definitely not Paul’s. She could feel Paul’s hand as well on her right butt cheek. The stranger’s hand firmly grasped the left side of her ass. Both hands spread her ass wide open.

“Oh, man, that’s beautiful.” the stranger spoke and Deborah’s mind worked feverishly to identify the speaker. “Have you ever stuck it up her ass, Paul? Ever bum fucked her?” A finger traced round Deb’s puckered ring. “It’s just begging to be taken, busted, fucked. Deborah as if in a hypnotic trance squeezed and relaxed her asshole for their lecherous gaze. Both men felt the tension and release with their fingers. By the squishing sound and jiggling mattress she knew both men were jerking their cocks. Catlike mews, purrs, even growls rolled in Deborahs’ throat. She felt that both men had knelt up on either side of her. They kept her ass cheeks spread obscenely wide ant each one’s other hand massaged and kneaded the flesh of her back, her ass cheeks, her inner thighs. Occasionally one of them would slide a hand under her belly then up to her nipples, rolling and tweaking them. She loved that they could and would do anything they wished to her. The thought brought on her first trembling orgasm. She hoped more than all that the stranger was a horny, filthy pervert. Her cheeks and chest turned crimson with both shame and desire. The stranger slid his hand up and between her thighs and covered her entire cunt with his palm. He pressed against it and slowly move it up and down.

“She is fucking soaking. A beauty with a whore’s mind. I’m gonna have fun with this one.”

Deborah pushed back against his palm, squeezed her eyes tightly shut in the darkness and pleaded inwardly, “Yes, yes… Have fun with my cunt, my ass, my mouth. Use me. She felt one of his fingers slip into her and she moaned with lust.

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The hand was sure confidenty strong. He hooked his finger inside her pulsing cunt exploring the sensitive roof of her vagina. He then placed a hand under her and pushed against her lower tummy, helping his wiggling finger to locate and stimulate her G-spot. It was where she always massaged herself while masturbating; one of her hands moving her clit in tight circles and the other doing exactly what this stranger had hit upon. She groaned loudly in a wanton animal type of need.

He let her hump instinctually and roll her head to and fro. Lost in her own sensuality. “I’m going to fuck her mouth Paul. I’ll watch you fuck her ass as I do it.” Deborah felt the movement on the bed as both men jockeyed for position. It was like she was an object for them to use and abuse. The idea caused her to pant with anticipation and arousal. Her mind flew back to that familiar sensation under the hand of Jed and his pals. “Yes, yes, please do it. Be filthy, be deranged. Oh my God.” She quivered in expectancy and yearning.

She felt his cock head playing across her lips. His fisted cock parted them with a fierce thrust. He was in up to the back of her throat and he let it rest there forcing her to suck air through her nose. He waited as Paul poked and prodded her asshole with his knob, slick with precum. Jed would fuck her ass years ago as often as he fucked her cunt and Deborah missed the sensation. She would have encouraged him were her mouth not stuffed with the strangers thick cock.

Deborah loved that she was bound fast to the bed. It absolved her of any culpability. This allowed her to surrender to their will and she wanted it, hungered for it. That feeling that it was them, all them. Paul started to fuck her rhythmically and deeply and in synchronized strokes the stranger began to fuck her mouth and throat. He clasped her head in his hands and yanked her face back and forward onto his plunging cock. Her nose would mash into his pubic hairs then he would pull back his hips till only the bulbous head was still in between her lips. Then, he would plunge again and again. Deborah vaguely remembers comparing his thick sinuous cock to Paul’s longer more pointed penis. She was close to delirium at the blessed abuse but registered that they pumped and fucked in time as if choreographed. The idea inflamed her. She felt herself slipping into an old and familiar blackness, a place of bliss that Jed used to find in her.

Yet the stranger, as if sensing these things, stopped pumping and withdrew his precious cock from her mouth. He somehow signalled for Paul to stop as well. Deborah had wanted the warm bath of his thick semen inside her ass. They both sat back on their haunches watching her come down from panting to deep breathing. She listened like feral thing until they spoke.

“You do not know my friend what you have here. Next we will ride her into a sacred space. Can you get underneath her? Is there enough slack in the bonds? Good. Get in there and ease your cock into her cunt. I am going to ram my dick up her ass. And we will fuck her together. Keep pumping until she’s gone. She will be fine and she will thank you profusely. It is what she has been seeking.”

Tears streamed down Deborah’s face. She had no idea what this man knew, how he knew. But, yes...it is what she longed for. The oblivion, the darkness, the bliss….”

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David wriggled under her body. Deborah could feel his ready cock pop up between her splayed legs. His hands clasped the cheeks of her ass and she sensed the other kneeling back on his haunches between her thighs. She heard the fapping sound of him beating his cock as he stared at her and listened to her whimpering, not a whispering of fear but one of an overriding lust emanating from her chest.

Perforce the stranger had to reach in and grasp her husband’s erect cock and guide it into her longing cunt. It revived memories of her childhood where the boys had no grown up reservations about touching, even sucking on each other's stiff dickies. The sight and the taboo nature of their acts inflamed her then and now it sent waves of unbridled lust rolling in her tummy. She felt his knuckles brush her clit as he steered David’s prick into her. She slammed herself down as best she could and groaned at the fulfillment.

She surrendered to the fucking and the vision they were presenting to the observer and then she felt the wide knob of his cock lubricating itself in the fuck juice created by herself and David. Next it began searching out her pumping asshole. Surely, too fat, too wide, it would split her. But, she wanted the pain and the lewdness of the double fucking more than she feared the pain. She longed to be a fuck doll, a thing they used and abused. She needed to feel that again. Her mind had been crying out for it.

Then the invasive probing knob found its mark and the angle. It plopped fully painfully into her ass. Then he began to fuck. She found a rhythm that accomodated both fucking cocks. The pain dissipated and sheer ecstasy followed close on its heels. The glorious feel of the two cocks separated only by her thin membrane goaded her into a deeper more depraved lust than she had ever felt.

Every fiber of her being concentrated on the lewd choreography of the three fucking. Her panting became groans from her tummy form the darkest depths of her being and once she descended there she remained in that cavernous void of her sub conscious.

She did not feel them dump hot cum inside both her passages, nor them withdrawing their spent cocks. She was lost deep in sub space. She awoke hours later and she could hear the men talking in another room. She felt the juices flowing over her thighs and the back of her legs as she moved. She wanted to go to them