By the time the first fevered frenzy ended, so did the movie. Ted slipped another flick into the VCR, and everyone settled back to quietly fondle and watch.
Now, let's face it. These things are not going to win Oscars. They're not 'Gone With The Wind'. I mean, they're not even up to 'Plan Nine From Outer Space'. After all, if these people could act, they be acting, right?
Still, there's gradations even among porn movies. The better ones have at least some level of plot, and a script consisting of more than just dubbed in moans. The cast has met certain minimum standards for physical attractiveness. And it doesn't look like Junior did it with Dad's HandyCam for a grade school project.
And then there was this bomb. How it ever saw the light of day, I'll never know. I'm not sure I want to know.
After about five minutes of steadily declining quality, several of the guys complained and demanded it be yanked. But, almost en masse, the girls loudly cried to keep it going. They were having a blast! They were laughing to bust a gut!
Now, I've often watched dirty movies with women. Debby and I rent one every couple of weeks, and watch it after the kids go to bed. Hell, we even made one once. But for us it was simply a form of visual foreplay. We'd watch and play with each other, and then fuck towards the middle or end. We rarely saw the entire thing.
The women were just shrieking with laughter! "… look! She can't even get it up…! Who moans like that…? Those aren't love handles, they're spare tires… he's got to hold it or it'll go limp…! Yeah, right, a bikini and an C-section scar… Christ, if they had put in any more silicone she'd fall over…"
For a second I thought it was just me. Maybe I was just too dumb to figure it out. But I looked around the room and met incredulous stares from the other guys. Without question, all the men had been transported to the Twilight Zone. And the women to the Comedy Club.
"… men are such pigs…! I wouldn't touch our mailman with a ten foot pole… that's not a cock, it's a mutation…! Who'd get a tattoo there…? Well, no wonder! She's so coked up she couldn't remember the lines with the script in her hands… and clapped up to boot…"
Thank heavens the abomination was as mercifully short as it was mercilessly bad. But all the women loved it. After a final rousing chorus of "Men are such pigs!" they trooped off together to the bathroom. The remaining six of us were left, simply staring at each other, with dicks and dignity wilting.
The party resumed shortly thereafter. And the wait was worth it. The girls had all washed up and redone their makeup and hair. And Alice had everyone strip, and had loaned them matching thigh top stockings to go with their heels. They were intensely eager by the time they came back. But they selected the films the rest of the night.
We got home around one or so. I paid Jenny and watched as she crossed the street and went home. When I came back in, Debby had gone upstairs. I did a fast check on the house and followed her. Didn't find any evidence of 'studying'. Maybe I was wrong. Or maybe not. What would constitute evidence?
Debby had simply collapsed on the bed. She looked up when I said I was going to take a fast shower and nodded. But by the time I came out, she was sound asleep. I left her as she was, crawled in on my side, and was sleeping inside of five minutes. At least we had fucked before the party, if not after.
I woke the next morning to an empty bed and the sound of Debby showering. I rolled over sleepily, hoping she'd want to crawl back in with me. When I heard the bedroom door open and close, I realized my luck was shot. Gotta feed the boys. Fuck it, I could use the sleep.
I slowly awoke from a wonderful dream involving Miss November and a blow job to the realization it wasn't quite a dream. Looking down, I saw Debby kneeling on the bed sucking my early morning erection. She had pulled the covers completely off of me. She looked up and smiled. "I told the boys that if they wanted to live beyond today, they'd keep quiet and watch cartoons. And if they didn't, we wouldn't visit my mom today."
Debby for sure hadn't worn her present outfit down to feed the boys. Bright red crotchless panties and a bright red transparent nightshirt. She took me in her mouth again, and I stretched out and put my hands behind my head and watched. Yes, Alice was great. But Debby was even better. Familiarity does not always breed contempt. In this case it bred proficiency.
After several minutes of passive, but pleasant, watching, Debby swung her body upwards along the bed. She lay on her side, still doing me, and lifted a thigh, giving me a great shot of her wet, pink cunt. I moved one arm down and began fingering her squeaky clean clit. A slight shudder went through her body, and a low moan passed her cock filled lips, and she stuck a finger up my ass. Needless to say, I exploded in her mouth.
After licking me clean, Debby crawled up and collapsed half on my chest. One hand stayed on my cock, idly stroking, as she slowly licked my nipples. Yeah, I know, some guys get turned on by this. Not me. But women are always doing this in the movies and romance novels, and I guess she figures it's sort of automatic. But how do you tell something as stupid as that to a woman who's really trying to get you going. I think she really believe it works, and it's not because she's usually jerking me off or fucking me that has me hard. Like her jerking me off now was getting me hard again. I suppose she feels the same way about something I do to her. Honesty is not always the best policy, and ignorance can be bliss.
Debby drew her legs up and knelt. Straddling me, she used both hands to spread apart the panties and her pussy lips, and slowly sank onto my rigid shaft. She kept both hands on her clit and began slowly rocking back and forth.
Her nipples were rock hard, protruding a full inch from her gently swaying D cup breasts. I reached up and unbuttoned the nightshirt. It fell from her shoulders, down her arms, and stopped on her forearms. Her hands never left our joined crotches. I moved the shirttails behind her hips. I put both hands behind my head again to watch.
Her long fingers slipped down to rub my cock, while her thumbs stayed glued to her prominent clit. And she began whispering to me, about how she had enjoyed the party. About how turned on she had been watching me fuck all those other women. And about how much she had enjoyed being fucked by all the guys. She recounted the number of times she had come with each of them in a really graphic way. And all the while she rocked atop me, tits swaying, pussy twitching and clamping around me. Finally, I could stand no more and, after God alone knows how long, my hips bucked up towards her and I spewed into her.
Debby slipped off the nightshirt and, once again, collapsed onto my chest with one hand on my cock. But this time we were both worn out. Her breathing deepened to sleep and I dozed off too, as my come soaked nuts tightened in the morning cool.
We drove down to Salem right after lunch. On waking the second time, I had Debby kneel on the bed while I did her from behind, a fast, short, vigorous screw we both enjoyed tremendously. The final act of an excellent night.
Debby's mom, Elizabeth, had invited us down for the night, saying she had an important announcement to make. No matter how much Debby had whined and wheedled, her mother refused to explain further, so we packed up the Daring Duo and off we went.
Debby's mother didn't say anything at all even after we got there. She just said we were all going to dinner at a really nice place in town, and it would have to wait till then. While her daughter wasn't too pleased, I simply shrugged my shoulders and waited.
We all drove over in my car and got to the place around sevenish. I wore a suit and Debby wore a pretty, if demure, dress. The boys had been forced into hated ties. The surprise came when Elizabeth took off her coat. She was dressed much less conservatively than her daughter. She had on a skin tight black and silver outfit, knee length, but with a fair sized slit up one thigh. Nice legs. Showed quite a bit of cleavage, too, and I doubted if she could be wearing a brassiere. I was sure the straps would show. Nice tits, too. Thirty six C cups, at least. For once, Debby showed a poker face.
Elizabeth looked around, seemingly for someone else, but didn't see anyone. She continued to look at the entrance even after we sat at our table. Finally, after about fifteen minutes, her face brightened considerably, and she stood. She almost skipped to the foyer, and brought a man to the table, her arm wrapped in his.
Holy shit! It was Romeo! In the uniform of a major general in the Army, no less!
"I'm sorry, Elizabeth. I had a Congressional delegation at my office late. I didn't even have time to change."
"Anthony Rider, I'd like you to meet my daughter, Deborah. And this is her husband, James. And their sons, James and Brian."
We all shook hands, Brian rather reluctantly. I was rather stunned by my recognition of the fellow Elizabeth had obviously screwed that night at the Holiday Inn. Debby figured it out when he looked at me funny and asked if we had ever met.
Snapping out of it, I shook my head and said, "No, I don't think so. But I come down here every couple of months on business. Maybe you saw me around town?" Now it was Debby's turn to be shocked.
Elizabeth explained that she had met the general in town near the Army base.
"Yes, we sort of ran into each other," he said dryly.
"Now you know it was your car which ran into mine!" Elizabeth protested.
"Of course, my dear," Anthony replied. "You're obviously right." He rolled his eyes and we all laughed.
The boys were fascinated by the Army officer. Brian wanted to know if he had killed anybody and Little Jimmy wanted to know what all his medals were for. Anthony simply smiled and said his medals were for paperwork.
"Not quite, General," I interrupted. "Unless I'm very much mistaken, that's a Distinguished Service Cross, a Silver Star, two Bronze Stars, and three Purple Hearts." Military medalry is a hobby of mine.
He looked at me sharply and coldly. But then his eyes took on a far away look, and a sad smile crossed his face. "A long time ago, in a far away place." He was quiet for a moment. "Better men deserved more and received less."
I knew what he meant. Also present were campaign ribbons for Vietnam.
Elizabeth broke the mood with an imperious question. "Anthony! You never told me you'd been wounded?"
"Nicked, my dear, just nicked. They handed these things out for cutting yourself on your beer can."
Over dinner, Anthony explained that he was retiring from the Army this winter. "I've seen one big war and too many small ones. Oh, I suppose I could stay in and push paper at some dismal base in Lower Slobbovia. But why? It's a young man's game…"
"You're not old, Anthony. That would imply that I'm old," laughed Elizabeth.
He chuckled, and said to her, "No, just not young anymore." Turning back to Debby and me, he continued. "And after I met Elizabeth, I couldn't see losing her. So I'll put in my papers and settle down here."
"Doing what?" asked Debby.
"Oh, I don't know. Maybe some consulting. Write a book. Who knows? I mean, generals get pretty good pensions these days. We won't starve."
"We?" Debby asked.
"That's why I asked you here," said Elizabeth. "Anthony and I are going to get married."
It got hectic there for a few minutes. First Debby gave a stunned gasp, then both she and her mother were hugging and crying. Just as they settled down, Anthony pulled out a ring and slipped it on Elizabeth's hand, and the madness started again. I smiled a lot and congratulated the couple, and kept the boys in line. Little Jimmy thought it was kind of neat, figuring that such an ancient couple would marry before moving to a retirement home or some such. Brian just thought it was all real mushy.
The excitement got to the boys shortly thereafter. Little Jimmy started getting quite fidgety. Brian fell asleep in his chair, bolt upright, and snoring loudly, to the vast amusement of the nearby tables. Elizabeth told us to go home without her, as her fiancee had promised to take her dancing after dinner. With me carrying the youngest, we left the hand-holding pair.