Big Debbie Part 2

1.

A busy night and a rowdy crowd
bodies in motion weave in a smoke machine cloud
Some seventies Stones providing the groove
to prey on their compulsion to get up and move

Three weeks have passed and she hasn't returned
he arrived freshly showered and lightly perfumed
He needs to accept it was a one shot deal
but he sensed there was more that she could have revealed

Their night, he has carried in strict confidence
despite all the questions from his concerned parents
The shame of a man returning back home
buried in secrets, and not being left alone

Loyally devoted in his previous life
to nurture the sickness in an unstable wife
Two years of struggle to absorb all the blame
no one to turn to when she ended her pain

Awakened by pleasure, after such dismay
carried like pocket change that shadowed each day
Her passage spread open, with no questions asked
a divine opportunity to draw him back on track

The colour returned to his incessant grey outlook
a human exchange outweighs the retreat of book
he watches them dancing, smiles on their faces
curating each song with meticulous patience

And to his surprise, through the bodies and movement
Debbie and Marie have now been included
It is rare to see them immersed on the floor
Their palatial frames in continuous rapport

They see he is watching, Debbie gives him a wink
Marie moves with the music, and salutes with her drink
He cues up another, delving into the eighties
an extended version of Prince singing "Let's Go Crazy"

They return to their table, expressive faces are flushed
it reminds him of their evening and her inquisitive touch
He selects the last song and saunters over
Marie is quite ebullient, he suspects Debbie told her

He orders himself a drink and feels a hand upon his knee
it inches up to his contour, but this time it's Marie
a playful squeeze she delivers, and admits "she was right!"
Debbie gauges his reaction keeping him locked in her sight

Marie takes a swig of her wine to empty the glass
the place becomes deserted, it is clearing out fast
"We are headed back to my place," Debbie announces
"Marie is staying the night, but you are welcome to join us."

2.

She unlocks the door and they follow her in
a spacious big room and a small kitchen
Balloons cling to the ceiling, the reason unknown
Above the massive big bed at the heart of her home

She pulls out some glasses pouring each a Merlot
he tries to relax and simply go with the flow
Debbie raises her glass in a toast to Marie
turns out they are celebrating her birthday

Marie is moved, living largely ignored
the sentence of a woman, and a fate forlorn
a sick ailing parent, abandoned so young
duty fell in her path and encroached on her fun

A sympathy forms for the aging Marie
and mingles with his notions of debauchery
Will they sneak into the bathroom when she falls asleep?
he could plough her big bottom gripping onto the sink

"I bought you a present" Debbie pulls out a box
"We might use it this evening" she says with a nod
Marie opens the gift and looks at her friend
she pulls out a dildo wrapped in ribbon

He knows by her actions that she is intrigued
the way that she clutched him, expressed that clear need
He has to assume that Debbie has given this thought
these luxurious figures might extract every drop.

3.

A sweet kind sedation compliments of the wine
Debbie beckons him to follow her abundant behind
Marie quietly lingers, but he grabs her by the hand
this will take his concentration to please their every demand

Debbie pulls off Marie's top unclipping her black bra
He sits her on the bed, lightly stroking her jaw
Her mammoth breasts release into their collective clutch
cupped in their hands with quick pulls and wet sucks

Marie lays back on the bed as they persist to devour
she succumbs to their tweaking, as they both overpower
Debbie yanks off her top and pitches it to the floor
Surrounded in such treasures, how could any man need more?

He assists in liberating Debbie from her form-fitting jeans
then he moves to Marie brandishing the gift she received
he slips it in gentle, a diplomatic turn of the wrist
his spirited lips travel between them with each kiss

Debbie buries three fingers deep in her avid hollow
an arousing situation that his eyes are compelled to follow
his fervent precision slides along with each tremor
Pushing her breasts in his face, Debbie plants him in the centre

She unbuckles his belt to release his florid prick
she grips it at the root and offers Marie the first lick
she hoists up her stuffed body for a quick timid taste
Debbie inches him deeper until her lips are at its base

Overwhelmed by their affections he is pushed to the bed
the toy is removed and he is plugged in, instead
he can feel Marie's pressure bear down on his bone
Debbie smothers his face with her heady cologne

The eruption begins when Marie starts to gush
Debbie grinds into his face feeding him all that is lush
the thread of each nerve surges into a spasm
as the three of them collapse in an endless orgasm

They cling to each other in this altered state
unable to move a muscle until the end of the quake
They lie there for hours in an exhausted heap
their flesh acting as pillows as they drift into sleep.

4.

He awakes in the morning, Debbie lies on her side
he enters her slowly for one final ride
Marie sleeps in contentment while the other two play
Debbie pressing against him to begin the new day

They will gather their senses in a couple of hours
and separate from each other returning home to have showers
It's a birthday surprise Marie will never forget
and an unbridled moment they will never regret

Each inhibition will slowly trickle back
they will never recreate what they did in the sack
his exit is awkward as he waves from the cab
as he conjures a fiction he will tell mom and dad.