Degrading Deb

Degrading Debs

Debbie’s eyes widened as I opened the door to her. Perhaps to do with the fact I was in bra and pants. “Sorry, John and I started without you,” I offered as an explanation. She grinned.

“So I’ve got some catching up to do.” We kissed and I led her into the living room to be greeted by a stranger, or at least a persona I hadn’t encountered for months. John had dressed and was sitting on the sofa bolt upright with his hands in his lap looking as if he was awaiting execution. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. I introduced them, “Debs, this is John. John, Debs.” He stood up and held out his hand to be shaken, muttering “Good afternoon.” At least I think that’s what he said, it was so garbled. I was speechless and Debs looked at me with questioning eyes ‘This is our stud???’ To give her her due she extended her own hand shook his and lamely said, “Nice to meet you.”

No, no, no. This wasn’t right. I’d gone through the looking glass. I had no idea John’s shyness was so pronounced with girls his own age. The question was the best way to deal with it. A full frontal attack I decided. In more ways than one.

I turned to Debbie, grabbed the bottom of her tee shirt and pulled it off over her head. “Johns shy with new people but a bit like Superman. We’ll find him a telephone box to change in, then you can experience his superpowers. Debs giggled, “I hope so. I was looking forward to some new cock.” I glanced at John and detected a softening in his posture. Hopefully, the reverse was happening with his cock. I needed to get the thought that this was a date out of John's mind. He’d had no problem with Carol, so I assumed it was an age thing. I doubted he’d believe me if I told him Debs was seventy, so I’d try to show she was only interested in sex. That the owner of the cock was irrelevant. I hoped I was right.

I turned Debbie to face John, put my arms around her, and massaged her tits while pushing her closer to the young man.

We stopped when they were toe to toe. “Rip her jeans off John. And her knickers.” I snuggled my head into her neck and gave her a love bite while my fingers rubbed her nipples to hardness.

John obeyed my instructions. At least that hadn’t changed. He undid her jeans and pushed them and her knickers down to her ankles and she stepped out of them. I could see a flicker of interest in his eyes. They were only inches from her crotch so if he hadn’t reacted I’d have been sunk.

“We’re going to use you, Deborah,” I said in a stern voice. I was winging it hoping that Debs would play along and John would decide she was merely a plaything. As the idea developed in my mind, I got hotter.

“Go on then,” she replied in a typically truculent teenage tone.

“You heard her John. Finger her.”

He still looked unsure, but responded. A robot on auto, but I was now confident we’d get there. It so reminded me of our early meetings. He tentatively ran a finger down her lips. “Is she wet?” I asked.

“No.”

“Useless whore. Stand up, show her your cock. Perhaps that might get her flowing.” At the same time, I tightened my grip on her tits and dug my nails in. No objection, just a small intake of breath.

John stood up and divested himself of trousers and pants. At least that part of his anatomy wasn’t shy. His cock sprang out of his boxers.

“Try her again.”

“Yes, she is a bit.”

“Kiss her then. Then see how many fingers you can stuff up her.”

“She’s plenty wet now!” John announced after a minute of slurpy kissing and a rough entry of two then three fingers up her cunt. John’s shyness had disappeared. Debs was leaking copiously, and I was as horny as hell. Miraculously, my ploy had worked. Now for some fun. My attitude had set my demons alight. I hoped my two young friends would come with me.

I left Deb’s tits and squatted down behind her while John continued finger fucking her. Her legs were parted to give John access. I took advantage. Pushed her bum cheeks apart. Started rimming her with my tongue.

John was happily using his fingers, so I reached out between her legs and grabbed his cock. Started wanking. Hard. Pulling it trying to detach it. I wanted things to get rough. It didn’t bother me that I was not receiving any attention. I’d get my share later. For now, I wanted these two satisfied. Debbie was near a climax. Fine, and a little surprising given the start and what I thought was the minimal attention we’d given her. I didn’t want John coming again though. Not so soon. I needed to save him. Even with his spectacular recovery times, there were limits so before Debs erupted I let go of his cock and gave full attention to Debs anus. My finger had barely touched it. Had hardly started its journey into her when she came. Not earth-shattering, just satisfying. For her and for me. Her juices were running down John's arm. I didn’t want them going to waste but I held back and told Debs in my still school ma’am voice, “Go clean John up but don’t make him come.” I was getting into this role!

She ad-libbed a bit. He was still on his knees, so she pushed him back so that his head was resting on the sofa. She straddled him. Face sat him. Started riding his nose! Her eyes were closed. She was coming again! I wasn’t going to stop her. I didn’t want to break the atmosphere. I’d punish her later for her disobedience!

She did come again. Copiously. All over John’s up-turned face.

As the climax faded, she spoke, “That’s better. Something worth cleaning up now.”

She climbed off him and started licking his face, gathering up her juices. I needed to help, so knelt down and our tongues both lapped up what we could. Neither of us were touching his cock which I noticed twitching of its own accord.John went to wank it. “Oh no you don’t. Not yet.” I said and grabbed his hand. If he wanted it doing something, I had a leaking cunt he could attend to.

To be continued…