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Authors name: Anon THC Author
Story title : Debra Eats Pizza
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Debra Eats Pizza (MF, college)
From the THC Public archive (c) 1995
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Two college students share rides to and from school, and
sometimes they share their fantasies too.
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Debra and I left school one warm fall afternoon after
finishing up a Spanish exam. We drove a few blocks in my
car and, deciding that we could both use a bite to eat,
stopped at a popular pizza-and-beer place that was on
our way home. We lived just a few miles apart, and we
often rode together. Our sharing of rides and small
confidences had led to the sharing of our bodies on more
than one occasion.
Inside the pizza parlor, we grabbed a table and scanned
the menu.
While we were chatting about our choices, the waitress
came over. She just about knocked me out of the chair
with her good looks, and she had a similar effect on
Debra. Although she enjoyed filling her pussy, mouth,
and asshole with cock, Debra was more than a little fond
of girls, too.
The waitress was one of the current crop of Mexicans who
were streaming into northern California from their homes
south of the border. She was gorgeous: tall and lean,
with dark, glowing eyes and long, jet-black hair. Her
skin was golden, and she moved with a strong, sensual
grace.
As she approached us she looked deep into my eyes, and I
looked deep into hers. Her eyes seemed to penetrate me,
and my cock stirred. She had wide, soft-looking lips,
and I wanted to lick them right there and then.
She was happy to learn that Debra and I both spoke
Spanish, and we made animated small talk with her while
she took our order. As she walked away, we both riveted
our attention on her swaying, shapely ass. Debra took a
deep breath and released it slowly, then turned to me
with an awe-struck look in her eyes.
"My God," she said, "What I could do with her!"
"What WE could do with her," I corrected.
"The hell with you," Debra teased. "I saw her first, and
I want her all to myself." We continued on, good-
naturedly talking and laughing until the girl reappeared
with our order. We engaged her in some more chitchat,
and then left her alone to get on with her work.
As we sat there talking and eating, we aroused each
other with our glances and flirted with each other,
stealing fascinated peeks at the waitress whenever she
walked by. Debra herself was a lusty and beautiful girl,
and being with her almost always made me horny. Her
great enthusiasm for sex was contagious; a roll in the
hay with her was an adventure in the luxurious ecstasy
of bodily sensation.
We paid our bill and left, saying good-bye to the pretty
young waitress. As we pulled out of the parking lot,
Debra started a series of excited exclamations.
"Oh, my God! She was - Oh, I don't believe it! Oooohh!"
and on and on in that vein. She put one of her hands
between her legs and rubbed her crotch as she talked.
She was turned on, as she almost always was. As we drove
along, she reached over and rubbed my thigh, smiling
that sweet smile that told me that it might be a good
idea for us to take a detour somewhere before I brought
her home.
"Want to smoke a joint?" I offered.
"Sure!" she giggled. "You have some?"
"At my house," I replied.
"What else do you have?" she asked suggestively. "Got
anything else for me?" She blinked her big baby blues at
me as her hand reached higher up my leg and found my
cock, hard under my jeans. She was sitting with one leg
folded under her, turned toward me.
"I have these," I replied, reaching over to grab one of
her breasts through the clinging silk blouse she wore.
"This," I said, stroking a protruding nipple through the
smooth fabric, "and this," leaning over a bit more to
feel the firm ripeness of her other breast.
Her eyes closed in concentration, and she moaned softly;
she was so obsessed with her own sexual feelings that
she would often seem to lose herself in them at the
slightest touch.
I knew that my girlfriend would not be home for a couple
of hours, so I drove to my place and escorted Debra in,
my hands roaming all over her full ass as we walked.
Once inside we lost no time in firing up a joint, and as
the smoke wreathed us we fell onto the couch and got
right into some seriously erotic French kissing and
stroking.
It seemed like it was just a matter of seconds until we
were licking and nuzzling each other and tearing each
other's clothes off. Her firm, proud breasts were in my
hands and my cock was out in the air and being pulled by
her grasping fingers.
We got off the couch, stumbled the few steps to the
bedroom, and fucked like animals. My cock speared her
warm, wet sheath, and in the heat of our stoned stupor
we kept grinding our bodies together, over and over and
over again.
I talked about the Mexican girl as we fucked, feeding my
fantasies to Debra and driving her on to more intense
emotional heights. I drew verbal pictures of myself
pounding the waitress' pussy from behind while she
sucked and licked Debra, nestled between Debra's long,
wide-open legs. Debra was enthralled with the images I
presented to her and shook with passion as I continued
to ream her cunt.
As our energy built toward its climax, I decided that I
wanted to shoot off in Debra's face. She was
extraordinarily pretty, and I had often enjoyed
decorating her face and hair with my cum. As I neared
orgasm I pulled out of her slick pussy and climbed up
the bed, straddling her torso while I pulled at my cock
and bent down to kiss her.
I felt myself starting to cum and kneeled over her with
my cock pointing at her mouth and my balls hanging down
above her tits. She frigged herself madly, one hand
jammed into her pussy and the other pinching and pulling
at one of her nipples. Her head was cradled on a couple
of pillows so that it was almost vertical, and she
stared transfixed at my cock and waited for it to erupt.
In one of the best orgasms of my life, I banged off
wildly into her face. My first big globule of cum hit
her squarely in the corner of her partially open mouth,
and she immediately tilted her head sideways to let it
run slowly down across her full lips like water through
a trough; when it reached the lower corner and had left
its wet, shiny trail across her lips, she sucked it in
and swallowed it down.
She looked delirious and dizzy; droplets of cum sparkled
in her hair and rolled down her cheek. She reached for
my cock and rubbed my knob across her lips, licking and
teasing and sucking. All the while she made delicious,
self-satisfied noises and rubbed her free hand up and
down her damp abdomen. "Wow," she said, when she had
caught her breath, "That got me right HERE!" -- pointing
to the corner of her mouth-- "and moved all the way over
to HERE," painting her fingertip sexily across her lips.
We both laughed at her stoned performance.
I saw her repeat that motion in pantomime many times
over the next few months. It became a ritual for us at
odd moments, her putting her finger up to her mouth and
sweeping it lazily across to the other side. It always
made my cock hard to see her do it, and to hear her
laugh as she said those words, "All the way from
HERE...over to HERE..."
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