I was busy swallowing Tom’s cock down to the very base and making all sorts of gurgling noises when I noticed a small movement out of the corner of my eye. I pulled away; leaving saliva strands trailing between his cock and my mouth and spotted a guy of about 40 watching through the window. He was shading his eyes from the sun with his hand in order to see more clearly.
He was tall, attractive and rugged looking rather rugged. He looked a little like one of those guys that you would see on a cigarette billboard, with a broad Stetson on his head. I looked around and saw a brown Lincoln Continental convertible parked in a space behind us. Neither of us had heard the car pull in. Without even thinking about it, I rolled down the window and made a hand motion. “Take out your cock” I said. The man did as he was told without hesitation.
At the same time, Tom was opening his eyes and wondering why the blow job had stopped. He didn’t say a word. I continued to pump his swollen cock with one hand even as I took the stranger into my mouth. He stood there, leaning up against the car, cock rapidly getting harder in my mouth as I sucked it. He wasn’t’ huge---somewhere between Eric and Tom, but he was uncircumcised, which was completely new to me. His cock felt just like a little animal. I swirled my tongue inside the foreskin, enjoying the pre cum.
I gave this absolute stranger the perfect blow job, licking and caressing his balls and slapping his cock on my lips and face. I knew full well that Tom was watching everything, while I stroked his cock. Suddenly the stranger began to cum in my mouth. I wasn’t ready for it and it took me by surprise. I almost gagged on the flow of cum and the stranger moved away and began to apologize. The truth was, I loved the cum, loved choking on it and really enjoyed the power I had over the stranger. It was just that it was so sudden. I always got some warning when Tom was about to cum, like his cock swelling and balls getting tighter. I also knew that my man was watching so I had emphasized everything for his pleasure.
The stranger backed away from the car, zipped up his pants and got back into his own car. Moments later he backed out and drove away. It had all happened rather quickly and ‘naturally’, as Tom would say, so I didn’t even think about what I had done. I could still taste the stranger in my mouth and I reached over and kissed Tom, his cock still in my hand.
With some difficulty I slipped off my jeans, stretched my white nylon panties to the side and mounted Tom’s cock. It felt so good easing into me and I was so horny from sucking off the stranger that I needed it in me. I began to ride him in the confines of that little car, rubbing my clit against him, waiting for an orgasm.
“Selina, damn you are dirty, what if some one else comes?” he said. I doubt that you’ll last that long, you’ll come as soon as my pussy starts convulsing, and besides, if anyone else shows up, I’ll suck them off too.”That was pretty much all it took for either of us. The thought of the stranger shooting his cum in my mouth as Tom fucked me sent me into overdrive and I began to experience massive spasms of pleasure. This set Tom off and I could feel his sperm jetting up into my pussy, his wetness mixing with my own and seeping onto the edge of my panties making them damp.
“God you turn me on” I whispered into his ear, my arms still wrapped around his neck and his cock now shriveling inside of me. “Even though you just sucked off a complete stranger?” he said. “Even more so” I replied. “Tom, you made me into a two cock whore--- it’s your doing--- but yes, I love you more than anything. Those men are just cocks, what you and I have is special.”
I climbed off of my man’s dick and pulled my panties back in place. I could feel Tom’s cum dripping out of me as I struggled to get my jeans back in place. My pussy pulsated and his cum dripped out of me for the rest of the drive home.
The thought of what had happened would keep me going for a while, but I was well aware that I was now hooked, and was going to need it again soon. I was just glad that my man was cool with it, and encouraging. I figured it would be easy, living in L.A., and I’m pretty facile on the internet.
My man had unwittingly opened up an entire new world to me. I in turn had allowed him and his best friend open up my holes and use them. I had no idea that the next step of my journey toward becoming a complete slut would be so intense, but I always had Tom by my side, no matter how much cock and cum came my way.
Chapter 8
Rick’s Story
By Blake Reynolds
“You know Travis, next week we will have known each other for thirty-five years.” Rick announced, raising his glass to the occasion. “Jesus, Rick you’re right.” Travis replied as he raised his glass in return. The two men clinked their drinks together in a joyous, albeit bitter- sweet celebration. “I can’t believe it’s been that long. We’ve seen and done some things on the road of life, haven’t we?” He stared into the last bit of whiskey in the bottom of his glass.
“Yes sir, we have.” Rick agreed. For a moment the two men sat in silence at the edge of the bar, each lost in their respective memories of the lives they had led. “Do you remember that camping trip to Utah?” “You mean the camping disaster of 95’?” Travis smirked, as they both busted out into laughter. “Nothing went right on that trip. Melissa got eaten alive by ants, you lost half your gear, and I got kicked by that ornery mule.” Rick chuckled, the old memory bringing smiles to both of them.
“Yeah we’ve had some good times,” Travis remarked. They finished their whiskeys, and ordered two more. It was Friday night, and they were engaged in their usual Friday night routine. They both worked until around six every Friday evening. They always stayed a little later on Friday, based on their philosophy that the more work they did on Friday, the less they would have to do on Monday. As the foreman’s of construction crews, their philosophy always put them ahead of the rest, plus their crews enjoyed a leisurely start to each week.
They would lock up their sites, and then meet at the same old watering hole called “Charlie’s,” an easily overlooked brick building tucked away in an unassuming neighborhood. Their dads had been regular customers for years, and they each had pictures with Charlie, himself in dusty old photo albums. It was the place where they both had their first drinks as young men. It wasn’t anything special as far as the world is concerned, just a small dimly lit room with a few warped wooden tables that never sat evenly on the stone floor. The bar could seat twelve at the most, and there were hardly ever that many patrons. But regardless of its lack of charm, it held the feeling of home for the regulars who drank there to escape the desert heat.
Most of them would share a few glasses of whiskey together on Friday’s, depending on the work quota of the week and how grueling it had been, they would decide between one-another which brand of whiskey they would chose to drink. Rarely would they go for the top shelf; that was saved for special occasions and moments when patrons really needed to forget the world. As for Travis and Rick, however, life had been good.
Rick had married his high school sweetheart Melissa, who was the town beauty queen in her day. As prom queen, and captain of the cheerleaders in her senior year, she was voted most likely to succeed in life, and was always the talk of the town. Rick had snatched her up by chance at the end of senior year when much like every other preeminent cheerleader, she had been dating the school’s star quarterback. Previous to their encounter, they had never really run in the same circles, or run into each other outside of school. It wasn’t until Rick and Travis inadvertently showed up at a party out in the desert that they really met.
Rick had always fancied Melissa, as did every boy in the school, but he always knew she was far out of his league. He had been raised in relatively poor social strata, the son of a fledgling farmer. She, on the other hand was born into old money from the south that had migrated west.
The boys showed up at the party, beer in hand at the invite of a mutual friend. The party was typical of that time and place; out on the open desert, a giant fire burning in the center of a circle of cars. Most of the kids brought their own alcohol, but there was a keg
available at five bucks a glass. Rick and Travis spent most of the night just sipping on their beer in the bed of Rick’s old, beat up pickup truck. It was near the end of the party, at a time when both of their lives had changed for the better.
Melissa had shown up with her quarterback boyfriend, surrounded by his group of knucklehead players. They were the popular, cool kids in school, something to which Rick and Travis gave little thought or care. They had spent most of the night on opposite ends of the party, each busy doing their own thing. Rick had noticed Melissa as she arrived; it was hard to miss her with her long, curly golden curly hair, phenomenal green eyes and a smile that could melt stone. He tried his best not to stare, but he was more than attracted to her.
Ron and Travis were about to leave when he noticed something strange about Melissa. All night long she had looked uncomfortable, and Rick had figured it was the heat, which made pretty much everyone uncomfortable. But as they were about to leave, they saw her step away from the party, and a moment later grasped the real reason. Her quarterback boyfriend, the hot shot of the school, was wasted, and all night long he had been groping her like a maniac. When she finally made this first attempt to get away from him, he lost it. The music was loud enough to drown out his screaming and bullying, but Rick had noticed immediately. In the dim light of the fire, he could see she was frightened. Her boyfriend continued to yell, his words coming out slurred and reeking of booze. Just watching this made Rick’s blood boil; he knew he would never treat a woman in that way. He also knew that it wasn’t his place to do anything, that is, until he saw him raise his hand to her.
Rick watched as if the moment were frozen in time, as the football captain slapped Melissa hard across her face, she instantly dropped her to her knees. With absolutely no hesitation, Rick barreled towards them to defend her. Travis, had been looking in the other direction, and was completely unaware of what had happened. He stared in confusion as to what Rick was doing. It only took a second for Rick to reach them, and in one solid punch, he laid the quarterback out on his back. Travis instantly jumped in to join his friend, who was quickly outnumbered by the other football players. Lucky for Rick and Travis, the players were all drunk, and both of them knew street fighting tactics. The scuffle didn’t last long, and in the end Rick and Travis were victorious. They had their share of cuts and bruises, but the win was certain and their pride was intact---especially since they had taken on six boys larger than themselves, and won. The dust had hardly settled when Rick turned to Melissa. Her dark green eyes were full of tears, and her cheek still blistering-red from the slap. He reached out his hand, and helped her up from the dirt. He hadn’t meant to win her over, but his act of bravery and compassion was all that was needed. From that day forward, they were inseparable.
Rick and Melissa lived a happy, typical life together. After high school they both went to the local state college. Melissa got a degree in business and public speaking, Rick specialized in engineering. They were married by their second year, and as they put it “stupidly in love”. After college Travis and Rick went in to business together, starting a small construction company and using equipment that their fathers had left them. It was slow work at first, but soon blossomed into a thriving business. By the time they were twenty-five, Melissa was pregnant with their first child. Two years later they would have their second.
In truth, Travis was always a little jealous of Rick. He, too had admired Melissa, and had always regretted not being the first to act. This passed when Travis met Rebecca, a friend of Melissa’s from primary school, who had moved from the area long before Melissa had ever met Rick. After the birth of Melissa’s second child, Rebecca had moved back to the desert and reconnected with her old friend, and Melissa invited Rebecca to one of their weekend barbecues. It was love at first sight. Neither Rick nor Melissa had consciously planned any matchmaking. Melissa had invited Rebecca so they could catch up after all the years apart, but the second Rebecca laid eyes on Travis, it was game on!
For awhile after that, everything seemed perfect. The two happy couples spent most of their weekends together. Sometimes Rick and Travis would take the children fishing, sometimes Melissa and Rebecca would take them shopping. It seemed to each of them, that they had everything they had ever wanted, but like most fantasies, it wasn’t meant to last.
Almost immediately Travis and Rebecca began trying to start a family. The business was booming, and it seemed the perfect time to have a child. But after almost a year of trying, they hadn’t succeeded. Then one rather cold, bleak autumn afternoon, Rebecca received devastating news. She had advanced cancer. They were all beside themselves, Travis worst of all. Rebecca and Travis spent the remainder of the time they had left travelling, and seeing as much of the world as they could together. Rick took over the business, so his friend had the time he needed to be with the woman he loved, and would lose.
They were all present when Rebecca passed, peacefully at home; surrounded by the friends she had come to love. It was a trying time in their lives, but it brought them closer than ever before. It took a few years for things to regain some resemblance of normal. Travis never married again, nor did he show much interest in any woman. He often told Rick and Melissa that talking to other women only made him think of Rebecca. He told him he was happy. At first they didn’t believe him, but after a decade or so had passed, they had all adjusted to their lives as they were.
“You know what, honey,” Melissa remarked, as she stirred the contents of the simmering pot on the stove, “It’s a new year, a new decade, maybe we should try some new things?” She had been on a “new” kick for several months. Rick had just turned forty-five, they had celebrated twenty-five years together, and their last child had just moved away to college. For the first time since their twenties, they had the house to themselves and more free time then they knew how to use.
“Well Mel, now what do you have in mind?” replied Rick as he sipped his coffee and perused the local newspaper. Over the last month he’d tried yoga, painting, swing dancing, and glass blowing all at Melissa’s request. Travis had joined them on each occasion except for the yoga, asserting with humor that he would never be flexible enough for such a thing.
“I have some ideas, but I doubt you’d ever be interested in the latest ones.” She said half heartedly as she continued to stir the pot to a boil. “I haven’t said no to you yet, now have I?” Rick smirked. He loved his wife and loved making her happy. “Well, there is one thing I would like to try, but it’s going to be a lot to ask of you.” She said while turning the burner down to simmer. She laid down her ladle and turned toward her husband. He sensed the seriousness in her tone, and put his paper down to give her his full attention.
“What is it Mel?” his voice edging towards concern. “Well Rick, I want to be honest, but I don’t really know how to say this.” She paused between nearly every word. Rick could tell she was fighting the urge to tell the truth, and took her hand hoping the gesture would put her mind at ease.
“I’ve loved you every day for the last twenty-five years, and whatever you’re afraid to tell me is not going to change how I feel about you.” Her eyes lit up with his words of encouragement.
“Well….. I guess…. I would like to try something new in the bedroom.” Rick’s eyes bulged when she said it. Their sex life had never lacked in twenty-five years, nor had they ever been restrictive with each other. They had tried all sorts of things over the years, somethings that worked, some that didn’t, but nothing ever stopped them from experimenting.
“Well, well my little fox, what is it?” his interest was hard to miss. “Please don’t be mad about this-“ “Babe, just say it, there’s nothing you need to hide.” “Okay, okay…I would like to try… a threesome.” For a moment they just sat there in silence, while Rick let her words sink in. “With another woman?” he asked. She shook her head no, while her eyes focused on the kitchen counter. She was too embarrassed to look him in the eyes. “With another man?” he continued,
his voice rising both in surprise and bewilderment. She responded again with a nod---this time in the affirmative.
Rick sat there, staring at her in disbelief. She had never been afraid to try new things in the bedroom, but had never shown interest in anything like this before. Rick couldn’t understand the feelings that were running through him. He wasn’t angry, yet he wasn’t pleased. He was mostly confused, and unsure if this current request reflected something about his ability to satisfy her.
“Am I not enough, for you anymore?” he asked, his tone vulnerable. God no baby, no, no, no---that’s not it.” She consoled as she wrapped her arms around him. She knew he might feel threatened by the request. That had been the thing she most worried about in telling him. “This is why I didn’t want to discuss this; it has nothing to do with you. You make me the happiest woman in the entire world. I couldn’t ask for a better man in any context. It’s just, a fantasy that’s been on my mind for awhile now. I don’t know why, but now that we have the house to ourselves again, I figured why not? We only live once right?” she said, trying her best to play the last statement off as casual.
“It’s going to take me some time to warm up to this, Mel. I’ll be honest, I don’t know if I can do it.” The look on Melissa’s face while he spoke bordered on devastated. She hadn’t wanted to hurt him, but she knew she couldn’t lie to him about it. It was just a fantasy and she didn’t want it to ruin their marriage.
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