Front Door
Zed, Deb and Flower settled in the kitchen. The afternoon sun was coming in and Zed put on more coffee. The girls sat themselves down amicably when there was a knocking.
Someone was at the front door.
-Oh that's Jammer, Deb said immediately, recognizing her boytoy companion’s knock. I can tell by the melody he's knocking.
She gestured vaguely toward the front of the house.
-I guess he found me, Deb shrugged nonchalantly.
-Jammer? Boyfriend number three thousand and seven? Flower teased gently. Or is he merely a temporary distraction du jour?
Flower moved slowly towards the hallway leading to the front door, her curiosity piqued.
Deb waved her hand dismissively, not bothering to follow Flower toward the entryway.
-Oh we don't have to worry about him, he'll wait outside, Deb said confidently.
-Should I tell him to watch the perimeter like last time? Zed asked, a smirk playing on his lips.
Flower stopped mid-step. She turned to face Deb and Zed, a mix of genuine amusement and exasperation playing across her mature features.
-Watch the perimeter? Like some sort of secret agent stakeout? Flower asked.
-He's dumb as an ox and just as harmless, Zed reassured Flower.
The rhythmic knocking at the front door finally stopped. Deb let out a sharp, genuine laugh.
-Nah, Jammer's no secret agent, trust me, Deb said, watching the rain fall outside. Guy couldn't pour water out of a boot with instructions painted on the heel.
She glanced back at Zed and Flower with a grin.
-He's just... enthusiastically simple, Deb explained. Loyal to a fault. He can stay out there. He'll wait loyally 'til I'm ready.
Flower shook her head in disbelief, but she couldn't entirely suppress an amused smirk at Deb's callous dismissal of the boy waiting in the soft rain.
-Loyalty in a lover is certainly admirable, Deb, but I draw the line at using them as outdoor sentinels, Flower reprimanded lightly. Have you considered that perhaps this Jammer individual deserves more respect and consideration than being parked on your doorstep like a faithful hound?
-I think Jammer and his brothers, what is it, Gunner and Boomer... I think the three of them sound like real characters, Zed mused. They're just not suited for this particular story.
He stepped closer to Deb, reaching out to run a single, tracing finger up her side.
Deb shivered slightly as Zed's finger traced along her ribs. She leaned into his touch subtly, a coy smile playing at the corners of her mouth.
-Mmm, well aren't you the observant one, Zeddy? Deb practically purred, batting her lashes flirtatiously at him. You're absolutely right though, boys like Jammer and his bros are more suited to simpler pleasures and less... intellectually stimulating pursuits.
Flower shook her head fondly.
-My, my, aren't we a regular little harlot today, Deb? Flower teased as she approached the duo. Practically gagging for attention already, and here I thought you had the stamina of a proper wildcat.
-Gagging huh? Zed asked Flower with a dark smile.
He stood up straight, readjusting his still-sensitive arousal within his pants, before turning his attention to the refrigerator.
-You girls hungry? Zed asked, pulling the door open.
-Hungry? Darling, I thought you'd never ask, Deb said. But I'm afraid my appetite is... particular right now.
Zed peered into the depths of the fridge, unimpressed by the options.
-All we have is bullshit leftovers, Zed said to Flower, closing the door with a soft thud. Why don't you whip something up while I feed the harlot?
He reached out, grabbing Deb's arm and pulling her against him.
-Feed the harlot, hmmm? How very noble of you, Sir Galahad, Flower teased.
She gave a mocking, theatrical bow before turning her attention back towards the kitchen counters to see what she could scavenge.
Deb gasped softly as Zed gripped her arm, sending fresh shivers of anticipation racing down her spine. She pressed herself eagerly against him, her breasts squishing against his chest as she gazed up at him through lowered, heavy lashes.
-Mmm, so chivalrous, feeding a lady first thing, Deb whispered.
-You're insatiable aren't you? Zed asked Deb, deliberately grinding his semi-aroused state directly against her hip.
Deb moaned as Zed ground against her.
-Insatiable? For you, darling? Always, Deb said, rolling her hips in a practiced rhythm to meet his movements. I can never seem to get enough of your... attentions.
Her fingers reached down, starting to undo the top button of Zed's pants slowly.
-Do you want me to jam this down your throat while poor Jammer waits outside? Zed whispered darkly into Deb's ear.
He reached down, pulling his member out through his open zipper. He held his thick, heavy length in his palm, showcasing it for her.
Deb whimpered at the sight of Zed's hardening cock springing free. She looked up at him with lust and nodded eagerly.
-God yes, baby. Shove that big, thick cock down my throat, Deb begged.
-I've got an idea, Zed growled.
He grabbed Deb's arm tightly, marching her out of the kitchen and into the front hallway toward the heavy oak door. He kept his cock exposed in his hand as he leaned forward, pressing his eye to the glass peephole.
-He's still out there, Zed laughed. Come get this.
Zed spread his legs wide, making a commanding space between them, directly in front of the door where Deb’s boytoy stood outside.
Deb grinned at Zed's suggestion. She dropped to her knees to crawl toward him.
Zed guided his cock downward toward Deb as she approached on all fours, positioning herself right between his spread legs.
Deb eagerly took hold of Zed's throbbing shaft. She stroked the hot skin a few times, before wrapping her plump lips securely around the swollen tip.
-Mmphh... Deb moaned approvingly around his girth as she started to suckle, her tongue swirling skillfully around the sensitive frenulum.
Zed pressed his legs closer together, capturing Deb's head between his thighs to hold her steady. He kept his eye glued to the peephole, watching Jammer standing uselessly on the lawn.
Deb relaxed her jaw entirely, taking more of Zed's impressive length down her throat as he trapped her head in place. She looked up at him from her knees with glazed, completely submissive eyes.
Her hands gripped his thighs tightly for balance as she began bobbing her head in a steady, wet rhythm.
Deb started to choke slowly but kept going.
She positioned herself with her back pressed flat against the solid wood of the front door. She wrapped her arms securely around Zed's ass, pulling him even deeper inside her mouth with every thrust.
Deb took him incredibly deep, until the blunt head of his cock started to hit the back of her throat. She swallowed around his thickness as she reached down to massage his heavy balls with one hand.
Through the distortion of the peephole, Zed saw Jammer finally give up. He watched the boy start to move away from the house, and toward a familiar vehicle turning onto the street, Ednin's SUV.
Flower stopped short at the entryway, her eyes widening at the incredibly lewd scene unfolding against the front door.
-Oh my stars, what exactly is happening here? Flower asked, thoroughly amused.
Deb pulled off Zed's cock with a loud, wet gasp, strings of saliva connecting from her swollen lips to his slick shaft. She looked over to Flower.
-Just having a little fun, Floe... multitasking, you could say, Deb slurred happily.
-We've gotta be quick, Zed said urgently to Deb
Zed jammed his cock forcefully back through her mouth, plugging her throat entirely with his head.
-We've got company, Zed told Deb and Flower in a strained voice.
Panic and adrenaline surging through him, Zed started to thrust manically into Deb's mouth. He held her firmly by the head with both hands.
Deb gagged and sputtered around Zed's pistoning cock. Tears rolled from her eyes from the rough treatment. But she relaxed her throat as best she could, letting him use her mouth ruthlessly to finish the job.
She looked up at him with excited eyes, loving every second of his absolute desperation. Her nails dug hard into his ass cheeks as she urged him on, the impending danger of getting caught by the girls heightening her own arousal.
-Fuck fuck fuck, Zed groaned loudly.
He tilted forward, catching himself heavily on Deb's shoulders as he started to explode down her throat.
Deb felt Zed's hot seed erupting directly down her throat. She gulped greedily, trying to swallow every single drop of his release. She continued sucking hard, milking him for all he was worth as her own climax built from the degrading act and the sheer adrenaline of the moment.
Pulling back slightly, she took him into her mouth again, stroking what wouldn't fit with her hand as she sucked on him with loud, obnoxious slurps and gags.
-That's it babe suck it clean, Zed said, his voice shaking.
He turned to look at Flower, who was still standing in the hallway watching the spectacle.
-Set a few more plates, Zed instructed her quickly. It looked like Ednin brought the girls.
Deb finally released Zed's softening cock with a wet parting kiss to the tip. She sat back on her heels, wiping her mouth with a smirk.
She turned to Flower with a casual shrug.
-Well folks, guess our private party's about to become a not-so-intimate gathering, Deb announced. Better make myself presentable before the girls come knocking!
Standing up from the floor, Deb gave her disheveled appearance a quick once-over, straightening her clothing and hair.
Flower nodded quickly. She hurried back toward the kitchen.
- Roll some weed up maybe, Zed told Flower, hastily zipping his pants back up.
Deb giggled impishly at Zed's suggestion, clapping her hands together in delight.
-Ooh, brilliant idea Z! A lil' smoke session will really help us appear chill and casual when the gang arrives, she said. Can't have them suspecting anything too scandalous went down.
Flower smirked knowingly at Deb's innuendo, shaking her head.
-Scandalous indeed, dear heart, Flower murmured. Though I must say, you two do make quite the pair.
-We all do, Zed said. I don’t play favorites, he insisted.