First Time Menage

by Beatrice Delroe

“Oh, then I guess we will have fun.” He stuck his hands into his pockets and started to back away. “Well, I’ll see you tonight then. You need my address?”

  “No, that’s all right. I’ve already—”

  “Huh?”

  “Er, I mean that I’ve already been by there with Jen and she pointed it out,” Valarie hastily replied.

  “But, I thought you only talked to her over the phone...”

  “Yeah, I was driving by and told her about the red house on 5th street and she told me it was yours.”

  “Well…all right then... Hope you remember the way. I’ll see ya later on tonight!” Ron promptly turned and went out the back doors of the place, showing giddiness in his step that he hadn’t felt in years.

  Valarie let out a long sigh once Ron left and a man approached her, crossing his arms and giving her a sideway glance. Valarie turned her head away from him and frowned slightly, resisting the urge to scowl at herself so long as the man was there. “I know. It won’t happen again,” she said in a cold, direct tone. Without a word of acknowledgment, the man turned from her and disappeared amongst the computers and workers, blending in with them seamlessly.

  “Dammit.”

  Chapter 4

  It’d been hours since Valarie had gotten off work. She sat in her car, looking at Ron’s house from afar and spent a few minutes composing herself before stepping out. She strolled up to his home briskly, shivering as the cold winds brushed past her skin.

  When she’d made it to the door, she knocked once and followed by ringing the doorbell. “Be right there!” called out a voice from the other side of the door. She giggled a little at his voice, throwing her hair back so the wind would blow it in a more favorable direction.

  The door opened and the man standing in front her flashed a pleasant smile her way. He then moved out of the way, inviting her in as he said, “Please, come in, come in.”

  She returned the smile and walked in past him. “Nice house,” she said once inside. “Do you have any roommates or …?”

  Ron shook his head saying, “No, not anymore at least. The house was passed down a couple generations, so I don’t have to worry about payments anymore. So, they moved on and I just kinda … stuck around.”

  “Oh, I see,” she said and she sat down on the couch. “No kids or anything?”

  He chuckled quietly. “I’d need a woman for that first,” he said bitterly.

  Valarie frowned a little, but continued to look around the room. On a shelf next to his TV she noticed an array of degrees and diplomas, one of which being a pre-med degree. She pointed to it and in an alarmed voice asked, “You’re a medic?”

  Ron scoffed, flicking his wrist. “No, no … that was a dream long left behind. It’s too late now. Besides, I don’t even have a reason to go through with it, no one depends on me like they used to. I can find a nice retirement where I am now...”

  “But...” Valarie said softly, biting on the edge of her finger. “You came so close. You really just want to throw it all away?”

  Valarie’s eyes followed Ron’s as they fell to the coffee table next to them, to the papers hidden underneath a large book and he shuddered briefly. “Yeah, well…I don’t see why I should get back to kickin’ a dead horse,” he grumbled.

  Then movement by the window caught Valarie’s attention. From the corner of her eye, Valarie saw a man dressed in white approach the window. He wore a mask over his face and held a gun in his right hand, pulling it up to the glass. She looked from the man to Ron to see where his aim was and lunged at him shouting, “Ron, look out!” A gunshot shattered the glass and rang through the small house as the bullet whizzed past Valarie and Ron, narrowly hitting the back of Valarie’s head as she pushed him out of the way.

  The man by the window dropped his gun and trampled the grass beneath his feet, dashing back into the darkness. Ron shook heavily beneath Valarie as she laid atop him, gripping his sleeves tightly with both hands. They laid there for a few moments until Valarie said, “Is there something you haven’t been telling me, Ron?”

  “I-I...”

  “Who was that? Why was he here…?” she asked almost sternly.

  Valarie got off of him and went over to the window, ignoring Ron’s signals to get away. The bullet had made a small hole through the glass, but wasn’t shot with enough force to shatter the entirety of the window. She inspected it closely, figuring the diameter of the hole and looking through it to the other side.

  “There have been a few… Incidents lately,” Ron confessed with a heavy breath. “There was this guy, Jeremy. One of our boys called in an ambulance to help his son and, well, they didn’t make it in time. Seems to be spending his time taking us out now...”

  She traced the trajectory and looked back at Ron. “How’d you find all this out…?”

  “I was that guy.”

  Valarie looked to Ron in shock. “What?!”

  “You heard me, Valarie. It seems he’s finally figured it out.” Ron sat up and buried his face in his hands, rubbing the stubble along his chin. “There’s no way I’m letting another person get mixed up in this. You should probably go now.”

  Valarie sat down beside Ron and took his hands into hers, giving them a gentle squeeze as she looked into his red eyes. Ron switched hand positions with hers and said half-heartedly, “It was still great having you over, even if it didn’t end very well.”

  Valarie shook her head saying, “I’m not leaving.”

  “What?”

  “I’m not going anywhere.”

  “But you don’t understand, you’re in serious danger!”

  “We both are. We should protect each other.”

  “Well… I guess it would be dangerous for you to head home alone with him still out there...”

  “I guess that means I’m staying the night, huh? Where am I going to sleep…?” she asked innocently, contrasting with the devious smile across her lips.

  “Erm…I mean… I could sleep in the couch and you could take my bed.” She raised an eyebrow curiously. “Really, it’s no inconvenience for me, I’ve done it more than my fair share of times and I’d really just prefer to know that you’re comfortable.”

  “It’s just that… I worry that you’ll be cold, Ron...”

  “Cold? No, no! I’ve got a blanket and the heat’s always on and—”

  Valarie pressed her lips against Ron’s, silencing the next few words about to come out of his mouth.

  Chapter 5

  The two stayed locked together in the deep kiss for what felt like centuries before Ron pulled away, blushing and gasping. He stared at Valarie with wide eyes, unable to comprehend what’d he’d felt rush through him. They looked into each other’s eyes dreamily for a few seconds, but Ron then took Valarie’s hand, pulling her up to him and wrapping an arm around her waist.

  He proudly led her down the hall and past the dining room, up the stairs and through a doorway. Inside the small room, they sat on the bed, sharing another kiss as Ron pinned Valarie beneath him, feeling his cock starting to grow slowly from within his pants. He groaned into her mouth and mixed it with her own faint moans as she began to grind herself against him, her nails clawing at his clothing and trying to pull them off.

  Over and over they parted and rejoined lips, sharing shorter and shorter kisses as first their shirts and pants went, being slowly pulled down and pulled up to reveal the undergarments beneath.

  Ron took two fingers and dug them into the side of Valarie’s panties, tugging them down slowly as he began to kiss a line down her neck and around her collar bone, groaning against her soft skin. She slipped a hand between them, grabbing at his cock and trying to stroke it as he slid his fingers around to the front of her mound and brushed past it, enclosing her swollen clitoris in his fingers and lightly stroking it between them. She moaned quietly, her thighs shivering and her clit pushing against his fingers, feeling her pussy lips start to grow as well.

  He grinned, pulling himself back to gaze upo
n Valarie’s figure and his fingers quickly slid down from her clit to her warm, wet, and tight opening to her snatch, which he then rubbed against teasingly, occasionally allowing a finger to go astray inside of her and twist around past the other he still used to tease her.

  Feeling as though she couldn’t take anymore, she spread her legs wider and pulled his boxers down, allowing his fully hard cock, leaking droplets of pre-cum to spring out and brush against her thigh. He quickly took hold of his member with his free hand and began to stroke himself eagerly, rubbing the tip of his cock against her inviting cunt as she scooted herself closer to him and took hold of the sheets on the bed.

  “Ohhh, Ron!” she moaned. “I need you! I can’t take it anymore!”

  He flashed her a smile and nodded, positioning the head of his cock at her entrance and looking into her eyes as he began to push himself into her. His cock throbbed wildly and he bit his lip, not allowing a moan to escape past his lips as he felt her warm, soaking wet pussy envelop his cock and pull him in.

  Panting lightly, he threw his head back, slowly inched his cock into her, taking hold of her hips tightly as he started to thrust into her. Gradually, he thrust into her faster, filling her with the entire length of his cock with each inward thrust as he grunted and groaned. Valarie moaned and squirmed beneath him, pressing the back of her head against her pillow and grasping the sheets tightly in her hands, and jolting up each time Ron put his entirety into her.

  The room was filled with lustful moans, sharp gasps, and the occasional squeak from the bed as Ron quickly became more aggressive, thrusting his cock in and out of at a quick pace. Again and again, his hips met hers until he finally felt the familiar building deeply inside of him, causing him to sweat and finally allow himself to moan aloud as he began to release. Valarie looked up at him for but a moment before wrapping her arms around him and pulling him close, pressing her lips against his and forcing her tongue into his mouth to dance with his as their heart beats intertwined and raced.

  “Do it, do it!” she begged into his ear. “I want to feel you fill me! I need it!”

  Ron opened his mouth, letting his tongue flop out as he began to release his seed into her. “Oh, Valarie! Oh fuck! I’m gonna—”

  “Ah! Ah! Ahhhhhh!”

  Her cunt tightly clasped around Ron’s cock and milked him of his cum, which came in multiple short spurts, filling her completely to the point that, after a brief spasm, she was left feeling utterly drained lying there on the bed. Ron fell down on top of her, resting his head next to hers, his cock still hard and fully inside of her, keeping his cum from spilling out of her.

  Exhausted, he closed his eyes and kissed her weakly on the cheek, still panting heavily next to her. She laid there, smiling contently as she closed her eyes, still feeling the pleasurable sensations and rush running through her entire body.

  Using his last ounce of strength, he rolled onto his side and reached for the light, pulling down on one of its strings. “Mmm...” he hummed. Grunting softly, he finally pulled out of her and wrapped both of his arms around her, pulling her close as they lay in the bed quietly, listening to each other’s calm breaths.

  Ron pulled himself up to the headboard and rolled onto his back, a pleased smile on his face as he gently exhaled. From his side, Valarie rested her head on his chest, snuggling up to him closely as she started to drift off to sleep. He took one last look at the moon outside, and kissed her on the top of her head before whispering to her sweetly, “Goodnight.”

  Chapter 6

  Beep! Beep! Beep! Sounded the alarm. “Ugh...” came a groan from under the covers.

  “Don’t worry, I’ll get it,” said another voice. She tossed the covers off her, slammed her fist down on the alarm clock and planted a kiss on Ron’s cheek before throwing herself out of bed.

  She covered herself in spare clothing, walking with a slight limp into the bathroom. Inside she took care of herself and looked into the mirror, inspecting her facial features and overall look before walking out into the front room. From the front room, she made her way into the kitchen, where she then started a pot of coffee, whistling as she did so.

  When she came out from the kitchen, there was a single knock at the door. She took a deep breath, fixing her hair a little before going over to answer it.

  She pulled open the door to see a man on the other side. He wore a business suit and a helmet atop his head, looking akin to that of a bicycle Mormon. He looked to Valarie was a kind smile and asked, “Progress?”

  “Some.”

  “Of what nature?”

  “We’ve got a name. Jeremy. Had a boy that died last year. That’s about all we know at the moment...”

  The man’s eyes trailed over to where the bullet had broken through the window and he inquired, “And what of that?”

  “What?” Her head turned slightly. “Oh, that. He came by here last night while we were both distracted, from the size of the entry it was from a revolver and—”

  “And you didn’t try to stop him?” he asked crossly.

  “I didn’t have time, sir. He had already fled the premise even if I attempted—”

  “You always attempt.”

  She balled her fist. “Yes, sir.”

  “Aside from that, your work has been satisfactory. Continue to gather more information. As for Mr. Holmes … how has he been fairing?”

  “I believe I’ve already created vast improvements in his mood and demeanor. Although, I’m not certain how long it’ll take for me to convince him to continue pursuing his ambitions.”

  “See to it that it’s done with quality in mind.”

  “Yes, sir.”

  “If we find anything worth noting in our files, then we’ll send the updates to you. Have you any questions?”

  “No, sir.”

  “Carry on, agent.”

  The man turned to walk away and Valarie closed the door, her ears perking when she heard Ron starting to move about in his slumber. Sleepily he called out to her, “Valarie…you…who is was…who...?”

  Hastily, Valarie dashed upstairs and back up to him, immediately crawling into bed and snuggling up to him. “Nothing, honey, just relax,” she cooed.

  “Mmm...” he hummed as he drifted off once again, an arm reaching out to wrap around Valarie’s frame.

  “I hope you don’t mind, Ron, but there’s something I wanted to talk about with you when you wake up,” she whispered as she kissed his temple.

  “Mmm… What, love?” he groaned, rubbing his eyes absentmindedly.

  Just then, the smell of burnt coffee wafted into the room and both of their eyes shot open. “That will have to wait.”

  She leaned on the frame of the door, listening to the shower and breathing in the steam about the place. “So,” she said with a flip of her hair, “When do you plan on finishing those applications?”

  “Urgh…what?” asked Ron from inside the shower.

  “I saw them under the book on your coffee table. You know,” she chuckled lightly, “You really should get better at hiding those.”

  “I think I should stay focused on work...”

  “Ron, what’s holding you back? It’s all right, you can tell me.”

  “I don’t really think this is the place for that...”

  “But—”

  “Buuut,” he interrupted as he turned off the water. “I do want to tell you something else...” he said as he drew back the curtain, flashing Valarie with his hard cock. “I’ve never had a blowjob before,” he chuckled slyly.

  Valarie crossed her arms at him, but gave him a devious smile. “Perhaps we can work something out...”

  “Is that so…?”

  She coolly sauntered over to him, swaying her hips carelessly to the left and the right. “Indeed so.”

  She kissed his neck and took hold of his cock, tugging on it softly and using a reverse grip to pull it toward her. He groaned, placing a hand on her breast and squeezing it as she affectionately yanked him, kissing
her way down to the center of his chest. “Ah…oh...” Eagerly he began to buck his hips into her hand. “What do I have to do, babe?”

  “You know what I want...” She crouched down, resting her cheek against the side of the base of his cock and rubbing against it lovingly as she looked up at him.

  “Mmm…okay, okay… I’ll fill them out and you can help me...” he moaned lustfully, putting a hand on the back of her head and grasping her hair. “Suck me dry, baby,” he growled.

  She pressed her lips against the base of his cock and slowly slid them up the underside of his shaft to his tip, stopping only to swirl her tongue around it as both hands took hold of his length. They twisted around him, pumping up and down as she began to lightly suckle and shimmy her tongue against the underside of the head of his cock, looking up at him as his mouth became ajar and his toes curled. He immediately thrust into her faster, begging her to take more of him into her mouth for her only to pull away a little, fighting against the grip on her hair. So impatient… She thought.

  “Oh, fuck, Valarie! Ohhhh...” he whimpered in pleasure, trying to force her to take more of his cock. Feeling his grip get tighter, she started to inch more of his cock into her mouth, moving one of her hands away to cup his balls and tenderly fondle them, occasionally squeezing them as her head bobbed up and down his manhood.

  He reeled his head back, unable to contain his excitement as copious amount of pre-cum dripped into her mouth, making the sounds of her sucking even more wet. Happily, she sucked on him harder and took even more of him down her throat, occasionally swallowing him entirely and holding him for moments at a time.

  She ripped his cock out of her mouth and took a few seconds to catch her breath, jerking it close to her face as she looked up at him. His eyes were lidded and he was evidentially locked in a state of otherworldly pleasure.

  She quickly dragged her tongue up and down, all over his shaft as he shivered and thrust, his spare hand rubbing his chest and stomach. “Mmm… I think you’re close,” she teased.