Deborah dug the way her husband Kenny didn't dare stop after he came but went right on rodding and reaming her country crock until every ounce of the hot cream was beaten into butt-butter. She was rocking forward on her knees to his top-speed tempo, slobbering and smiling into the stiff white hotel room pillow. She loved the jerky splatter of his cum inside her cunt, loved the anxious snarl of the blond moustache on Kenny's face as his dick went semi-soft and she took control away from him and got him started tending to her own business. Deborah was kicking and thrashing with urgency, her rump tipped high up and jolting juicily along his boner. Keeping a guy going when he thought he was coming. That was just one of the things she had learned in the ten years since high school. It was all part of getting into slut mode.
"Hurry up, Deb. You're gonna be late," Kenny gasped. He was squeezing her tight rear-end tight around his fat ten-incher, trying to put a fuck-lock on her furry fundaments. But Deborah fought back. She wouldn't let him make her. He had no right. No right at all. Not when she was just finally getting her ass into slut mode.
The best part was, he actually could do it, if she could just keep his prick hard long enough. He was pounding her veal cutlets flat and hot and tender, tickling her titties, taking her right downstream no matter how hard she swam away. Deb knew there was more than one reason she had married this fucking stud--she just couldn't remember what the other one was. "Oh GOD, yes. SCREW me!" He had her by the ankles now, running her chin crazily down the mattress like a wheelbarrow race.
Debbie wondered who she'd make it be this time. She liked to turn Kenny's fine fucking into a fresh fantasy each time, dress it up in fancy costumes and call it by somebody else's name. Today, because of her high-school reunion happening for sure it would have to be some skinny sophomore guy from Rochester Senior. Out in the dirt lot in a van "gettin' tardy" with this cool upperclass chick. He'd be stripping down her panties and driving his horny young body into her lusty cunt just showing her how much he really knew where to put it and what to do with it.
Debbie always liked getting screwed in a different place. They'd be making that van rock and roll, laughing to themselves as they thought how it would look from outside, bouncing all over on its four wheels. They'd be getting off as they heard the starting bell for second period echo loud and jangly in the empty brick courtyard.
"DEBBIE! We'll be late for the reception!" What was he bitching at her about? Kenny could be such a worry-wart! "Just FUCK, Kenny. Don't WORRY about it," she gasped.
Deborah reared back and sat on it as the sudden orgasm blasted every silly daydream right out of her pretty head. The full length of Kenny's proud pole drove her knees bang apart and wobbly and he began to spin and twist his fuckwork on the vertical lathe, pinching and clenching her stiff nips as he knocked the chips and shavings off her pleasure. "OHHH AHHH. OHHH AHHH." she moaned. Don't make it end. "OHHH WOW. OHHH BABY!"
Deborah unkinked her shaking legs and stepped off the hotel room bed, stretching her arms up over her head, airing out her stinky pits and letting her firm flat boobs dance in front of Kenny's eyes. Her husband was propped on one elbow, his fat dog laying lank and long across a muscular thigh. She loved to show off this way, see if she could make the pink puppy stand up and do more tricks for her. "You better get ready, Deb," Kenny said again, "Wouldn't want to be late for your own High School Reunion."
"Oh ALL RIGHT!" Debbie was still wearing the black spike-heeled shoes she had picked out for the Rochester High School reunion, and now she strode haughtily into the bathroom in them and sat down on the pot, squeezing out a pee and letting the gobs of sticky cum dribble musically down into the bowl beneath her as she smirked back at Kenny through the open door.
Looking at her touseled blond hair in the vanity mirror as she wiped, Debbie got back to business. She bet they wouldn't even recognize her at first the way she was going to sweep her hair up like a princess and have the killer diamond earring set that Kenny had scraped and saved from his sales job to buy dangling against her tanned skin. She already had her evening wear picked out and laid out on the other bed. This was going to be too cool!
Debbie liked dressing slutty almost as much as she liked to screw. She was already imagining the entrance she was going to make. The guys would all stop talking and look around when they saw this babe strut in the door in her slinky black dress. They'd all be thinking "How come I had to marry Marsha," or if they weren't thinking that she'd make them think it soon. At her sign Kenny would peel the furry wrap thing off her bare shoulders, turn her slowly around.
The short black dress was cut almost down to her ass in back, about a hundred and fifty bucks a square yard. But it would be worth every penny Kenny had spent on it to watch the way the other chicks turned green when they saw what a knockout she was in it. Later on they could all be friends again. Right off though it was going to be commando time, get in behind their lines and slit their butts before they knew what hit 'em.
"What are you going to wear, Kenny?" she asked as she hitched her skimpy panties up over her dewy dark bush and snapped them low on her flat stomach. She might need a diversion. "Pair of raggedy gym shorts and a sweatshirt," he answered sarcastically, "Don't worry about me."
It was way past 5:30 by the time she had gotten herself together and she decided they could finally start downstairs. Debbie kept finding a hair out of place, something else that wasn't just perfect. She had to admit she was nervous. But Kenny looked great in the dark European cut suit he had put on to match her dress. The dude knew how to look good. Broad shoulders and a thin waist. A perfect accessory. It was just too bad Kenny had to be such a wimp in real life.
Her husband was getting whinier and whinier the closer they got to the main event. Deb could see him gnawing on his lower lip in the mirror behind her, an expression of childish possessiveness darkening his face as he watched her put the final touches on her makeup. He smiled knowingly at her, talking tough to try to hide his jealous nature. "Ready to make your entrance? That old boyfriend'll have to hide his hard little dick underneath his rented cumberbund when he gets a load of you!"
Debbie almost blushed for a second and then laughed out loud. Kenny was reading her mind again. Yeah. The Class of '83 had had a good crop of dicks the way she remembered it, and there was one in particular she was thinking about. Yeah. Mark Forster. Not so little, either. Even after ten years she could remember every single inch of it long, every single inch of it around, every single inch of it hot and deep inside her horny cunt. "Oh, Kenny. You're so silly," she said.
The Madisson Hotel had set up the reunion in one of the big ballrooms downstairs. As soon as they got off the elevator Deborah started seeing people she knew. "Jaysee, Hi! Hi, Don!"
