He took the basement stairs two at a time. He expected to find an orgy in full swing, multiple cocks in multiple holes with cum splattering everywhere. He expected to find Debbi in the middle of it. To his relief and consternation only empty couches greeted him. Where had they gone? Where was Debbi? Heart pounding, he collapsed onto the couch where just an hour before a woman had gotten ass-fucked by a gigantic black cock. His own cock throbbed so hard he could feel it vibrating. Glancing around self-consciously, he pulled it free and stared at it. The rigid shaft, the purple crown, a thick stem pulsing to his heartbeat. He'd never really believed that size didn't matter. Not really. And now he knew for sure. And his wife was rejecting him because of it. Because of something he couldn't change.

"Weird, isn't it?" Brian nearly jumped out of his skin at the woman's voice in his ear. No, not a woman, but a girl. Heather. Kate's daughter. He started to color until he noticed she wasn't looking at his crotch but at his face.

"What's going on upstairs, I mean. It's weird," she said conversationally, joining him on the couch as naturally as could be, as if his hard hot cock wasn't sticking straight out of his pants. And as if her young, unblemished body wasn't completely open and naked to him. He could see the soft, fresh folds of her pussy, for God's sake. "The first two parties I was up there with them, fucking and sucking like a madwoman. I'd be so sore I could barely walk through the halls at school!" She laughed at the thought. "But now I know that there's always next time. So I just sit down here and listen to the sounds of them moving from room to room, trying to guess who's doing what to who."

He didn't know what to say to that. Should he commiserate? Laugh with her? Lecture her? He stared down at his dick, past it, imagining it bigger, longer, thicker, harder, more powerful. Even in the cool basement air, even in the stress of the moment, it stayed hard. That was worth something, wasn't it? He melted back into the couch when her lips first touched the crown, not surprised at all. As her lips dipped up and down on him, her tongue swathing him in warmth and wetness, he studied the bare curve of her back, the smooth, unblemished softness of her skin. He had enough of his common sense left to wonder and then remember that she was eighteen, and had been for months. He'd never let her proceed otherwise.

She shifted round to face him, kneeling on the floor between his legs. Her fingers cradled his drawn up sack even as she sucked his shaft with greater passion. Though her teeth occasionally raked his sensitive skin, she had a natural skill at finding and stimulating his hot buttons with her tongue and lips. He barely felt the stud in her tongue, though he sometimes caught a flash of gold when she repositioned her mouth around his dick. She pulled herself up his body, placing fevered kisses on his groin, his stomach, his chest. Teasing his nipples with her tongue and teeth. Nibbling his earlobe. Finding his lips.

He pulled her against him crushingly, cramming his tongue inside her mouth, raping it, sucking her tongue, licking the stud. His hands found her ass, his fingers sliding along the crack, stopping only when they encountered the bottom folds of her slit. He fingered it, strummed it, wanting to invade, not with this digit, but with another.

"Follow me," she breathed into his ear, disengaging and leading him behind the curtain, to the mattress. She stripped him quickly, efficiently, her lips leaving his cock only when necessary. As he lay face up, she stood above him like a new, adventurous goddess. Smooth, muscled thighs led up to her bare slit, the folds just becoming engorged, waiting for something. Waiting for him. Above that, her stomach flowed inexorably up to firm, cone-shaped teen tits, her puffy nipples distended and hard. Tearing his gaze away, Brian saw her looking down at him with bemusement, compassion and greed. Grasping her calves, he pulled her down on him, his breath catching as her tight twat encased his cock in a steamy heat, like walking into a hot sauna. "We're not supposed to deal with you," she murmured, smiling like a child disobeying her parents.

She rode him for several minutes, leaning forward often to rub her clit against his rigid cock. He watched her intently, reaching up to fondle her tits, or back to caress her ass, or down to flick her clit. She seemed delighted by that; perhaps no one had thought to pleasure her that way. She came, spasming hard, little high-pitched screams tumbling from her mouth. Brian wondered if she'd give up now, if she was as selfish as the women upstairs. Barely calming from her ride, she pulled him over and up, so he now pinned her to the mattress with his cock. Grateful, and horny as hell, he began to pound into her. As she had with her black lover, she stretched her legs up and under his chest, giving him full access to her hot, slick cunt. He smashed himself in, burying his cock deep in her folds, until even his balls landed deep in her valley. As he felt the pressure beginning to build, he discovered he had no need to dominate this girl. His cum would enter her just where it left him...deep in her cunt. When he came the ferocity surprised even him. He wanted to scream, to weep, to pound the air in triumph. Instead he eased her legs back and collapsed on her, his dick still in her slit. "Thank you," he whispered.

Back in the car, Brian took a moment to calm his shaking nerves. He'd finally found Debbi in a walk-in closet, smiling triumphantly as cum rolled down a massive black cock and over her fingers. She'd given no sign that she even recognized him. He knew he could take her from the house, force her to get dressed and drive home with him. But he could tell that he'd never save her from her addiction. She didn't want saving. Which left only one question. Should he even try to save their marriage?