First Time Menage

by Beatrice Delroe

  “Please let me cum in your mouth! Pl-please!”

  Ambitious… Well, as you wish… She returned to the head of his cock, pressing her tongue against his hole and twisting it against it, pulling his foreskin up and around it.

  She slurped greedily, stuffing his entire cock down her throat. She held it there for what felt like hours until Ron finally shouted, “Fuuuuuuuuuck!” Cum erupted from the tip of his cock, shooting deep down Valarie’s throat, forcing her to pull away while it was still spurting out, hitting her face multiple times.

  She swallowed as much as she could, licking it off her lips and cleaning it off Ron’s cock as he panted over her. They exchanged content smiles and she gave his cock one last kiss before standing again and wiping her mouth off.

  “So,” she said, “About those applications...”

  Chapter 7

  “Yeah, I know…yes, yes… It’s just for one day, Jen. No, Jen. I promise, I’m fine. It’s just a head cold I’ll be back in tomorrow. Okay? Okay. Bye.” Click.

  Ron sat down next to Valarie on the couch, looking over at the window and then to the applications. “You know,” he started as he looked at her, “I’ve never called in sick before.”

  “Well, you have a good reason, don’t ya think?” She handed him the pen and he pulled one out from the book, his hand trembling a little as he held it in his hand. Valarie put a hand on his arm for reassurance and stroked it. “Easy as ripping off a Band-Aid.”

  She sat there, watching him fill out the forms one after the other. Time seemed to pass at a quick pace and soon it was the afternoon.

  Ron put the final paper onto the pile, tossing the pen next to it and laying back on the couch. “Well, I hope to never do that again,” he groaned. “I’ll ship ‘em off tomorrow...”

  “Good man,” Valarie said cheerfully. “Was that really so hard?”

  “No, but…I’m still not sure about it.”

  “Why wouldn’t you be?”

  “Eh… Let’s just say where I am—where we are—it changes a person. For good. I used to be more like you, Valarie. Smiling all the time, always happy, nice to everyone … now I’m just a blob—no better than a bum on the street.” He sighed heavily, resting his arms behind his head. “I suppose in a way … I’m glad that I met you, you know?”

  “I understnd the feeling. Even as far as to say that I’m glad about it too.”

  Ring—ring! Ring—ring! Ron picked up the phone curiously, asking, “Hello?”

  “Ron! You’ve got to get down here!”

  “What’s the problem?”

  “There’s this guy here—well, he’s not here anymore, he’s in his car now. He came by asking for you and when we told him you were out he got into his car and he hasn’t left. Do you know a guy named Julian?”

  “Julian…?” He thought for a moment. “No, I can’t say I do...” Wait a minute… “How long has he been there, Jen?”

  “Thirty minutes and it doesn’t look like he’s about to leave...”

  “I’ll be right there. Make sure no one comes near him.” He immediately hung up and slammed the phone down, looking to Valarie. “C’mon, we’re finishing this right now. I’ve dealt with one part of the past, now to deal with the rest of it.”

  He jumped up and ran upstairs, mumbling to himself incoherently as he went. Valarie followed closely behind him, nearly tripping over one of the steps. “Ron, are you sure about this? He’s crazy and there’s no way I’m going to let him hurt you.”

  “I think the same of you, my dear,” he said as he started getting dressed more sloppily than usual. “Although, I feel you should know that this isn’t truly of your concern. You don’t have to come if you don’t want to.”

  Valarie crossed her arms and gave him a dull look. “I’m pretty sure it became my concern when I saved your life. Or did you forget?”

  “That is…true…forgive my absentmindedness. I can’t feel anything and yet everything at the same time. In a way, anyway.”

  “I honestly have no idea what you’re on about. What’s your plan? What are you going to do?”

  “I’m going to talk to him and if he doesn’t want to talk, well then...”

  “He’s killed two men and he tried to kill you last night. I don’t think he’s up for a Sunday morning chat.”

  “Well, I’ve got to try.”

  “But what if it fails?”

  “There’s no doubt in my mind that it’s going to fail.”

  “Then why are you going?”

  “Because I have to.” He paused while putting one of his legs through his pant hole. “Since yesterday, since the moment I saw you I’ve seen things differently. I feel…free. I feel like the man I used to be wild and spontaneous...” He looked back at her. “If this isn’t spontaneous, then I don’t know what is.”

  “You didn’t spend all that time filling out those applications for nothing ...”

  “Certainly not. If this turns out well, then I’ll have something to look forward to, won’t I?” He smiled at her confidently. “Get the car started up.” He tossed her the keys. “I’ll ride shotgun.”

  Chapter 8

  Valarie sped down to the communication center and parked behind a large van. Across the way, the two noticed a familiar face—the man who’d visited the other night.

  As soon as his eyes met Jeremy’s, he stepped out of the car and raced toward him. Jeremy got out of his car as well, hiding the revolver tightly clamped in his right hand. She smiled widely, showing his entire front row of teeth as he approached Ron and he started to visibly hold back a manic laugh.

  “My, my!” he started, “How the mighty have fallen, eh boy? Kind of how my boy fell… and never got up again...”

  “Listen Jeremy—”

  “Ah, that voice. I’ll never forget it. The exact words, ‘the ambulance is on its way, sir.’”

  “Jeremy...”

  “As if there was even a chance for him to come back to me!”

  From inside of the car, Valarie pulled out her phone and hastily dialed a specific code. “It looks like I’m going to have to put this guy in. Which code? I’m not sure at the moment. If he turns aggressive, then I’ll be forced to—Oh, I see…in that case, this is completely under my control.”

  “It was a day just like this one,” Jeremy continued, “Sun was shining and the birds were singing… All that happy shit.” He cackled wildly. “Then my boy’s ball happened to roll into the road...” He raised his revolver to Ron slowly. “Then that driver decided not to see him...” His finger slid onto the trigger and gently stroked it. “Call up the emergency line like the good little citizen that I am and what do I get? Some apathetic shithead that says to me… You know what he says to me? Of course you do… I just told you...” A grin crawled onto his face. “He says to me that—”

  “That’s enough, Jeremy.”

  Both men turned their heads back to look at Valarie who stood proudly in front of the car, her arms to her sides, shoulders back, and face slightly scrunched.

  “Valarie, what are you doing?!” Ron asked in a hushed, worried tone.

  She began to walk to him in a friendly manner, ignoring Ron’s presence and keeping her voice calm. “We all know what you’ve done, Jeremy and I’m sorry to say you won’t finish another head on that collection of yours you’ve got going.”

  “Ha-ha! This bitch...”

  “’Bitch,’ huh? Well, after this bitch takes you out, this bitch is going to personally see to it that you never see the light of day again.” He scoffed and moved his revolver’s aim over to her. “Don’t do it. Think about what your son would’ve wanted…wouldn’t he want you to do the right thing and turn yourself in? Maybe we can find a way to ease your suffering…”

  “Ease…? I’ll show you ‘ease,’ girly.”

  It took a split second for his aim to switch back to Ron and an even shorter length of time for him to pull the trigger. Valarie bolted to Ron and shoved him to the ground, rolling away from the
bullet as Valarie pulled out her own handgun and fired three shots, two going into his shoulders and the other going into his thigh. Blood splattered all over the concrete, but thankfully it was in a secluded space. It took him five seconds to fall, three seconds to utter his last word, and a millisecond to gasp his final breath conscious breath before blacking out.

  Valarie returned her gun to her holder and checked Ron’s condition. “Hey, are you okay, Ron?” she asked as she frowned a little, her eyes trailing over to the fallen man’s body

  “Yeah, I’m fine. How did you…? Where did you?”

  “Let’s just say for now that I’ve had a lot of training and leave it at that. I think for now we need to be on the other end of that line,” she said with a heavy sigh. She pulled Ron up and gave him a tight hug, sighing deeply. “I’m so glad I didn’t lose you...” The boss would’ve had my head.

  “I’d say the same, Valarie… you’re the craziest, and yet the most amazing woman that I’ve ever met.”

  “I suppose I should be flattered,” she said with a laugh. “But I was serious about calling for an emergency and whatnot; however, I can assure you that we’ll both be fine.”

  He adjusted his tie and ran a few fingers through his hair. “I will, but…I mean...” His eyes couldn’t help but look at Jeremy. “Do you really think you had to go that far with him?”

  “I wouldn’t worry about him,” she said somewhat coldly, “I didn’t hit anything fatal and he’ll have a full recovery so long as he doesn’t do anything silly.”

  “Are you sure?”

  “Absolutely.”

  Ron pulled out his phone and dialed the three digits he knew so well. “Hello? Yes, I have an emergency… yeah, it’s me. Hey Jen. I think you should come outside...”

  Chapter 9

  Hours had passed since Jeremy had been dealt with. The ambulances that he swore were one of the causes of his boy’s death, turned out to be his own savior. It was confirmed by the paramedics that’d he’d make a full recovery in time and both Valarie and Ron held them to it.

  Ron sat and waited on the inside of the police department’s office for Valarie who’d been talking with him from the late afternoon to the evening. He couldn’t hear or see a single word of their meeting, but he knew that something was up.

  From behind the door he sat next to laughter erupted from behind and soon enough, Valarie sauntered out of the door and the chief waved to her goodbye, still chuckling to himself.

  Without a word of explanation, she took Ron’s hand and led him to the car. Following suit, without a question, he followed her into the car and they drove home together, sitting in utter silence until they came to the front door.

  “So,” Ron started as he approached the porch. “When were you planning on telling me?”

  “When the time came,” she said with a hint of sadness tagging onto the end of her words.

  “You know… I’ve told you quite about me, but you haven’t told me much anything about you...” He chuckled. “Hindsight is funny like that, I suppose...”

  “Where would you like to start? I have to tell you everything now anyway… I won’t be staying long...”

  “You won’t?”

  “I’m afraid not.”

  “Why is that?”

  Ron pressed against the door and went through, bringing Valarie through with him and they sat down at the couch as always. He sat back and rested his feet atop the coffee table, closing his eyes as Valarie answered, “My job is done here.”

  “Job? At the dispatcher’s…?”

  “No, dear. You see, I come from an agency… We help anyone who needs it if they’ve proven their worth.”

  “I see, so…you were like my temporary guardian angel?”

  “In a manner of speaking I suppose so...”

  He was quiet for a few moments. “Thank you.”

  “Anything for a man as good as you,” she said with a smile.

  “So, how much longer do we have together…?”

  She frowned. “Not much longer...”

  “An hour?”

  “More like a minute...”

  “Aww… I was hoping for one last…you know,” he said with a wink.

  She chuckled. “Yes, I figured you’d be wanting one of those.” She turned her head to the side and ruffled her hair. “Well,” she started, “I suppose I could give you a gift of mine to show my appreciation for your cooperation.

  “A gift?”

  “Yes, I’m sure you’ll like it.”

  “I really do wish that I could see you again…one last time...”

  “Maybe we will again someday…on the field.”

  “Goodbye doesn’t mean forever...”

  “Goodbye, Ron.”

  “Goodbye, Valarie.”

  Chapter 10

  Knock! Knock! Knock! “I’m coming, I’m coming!” shouted Ron as he flew down the stairs, almost catching the end of his robe several times. When he finally arrived at the door he noticed no one on the other side, but opened the door anyway. He bent down to see a small package with a note attached. “Your gift,” was all it said.

  He smiled warmly, taking the package under his arm, closing the door, and walking into the kitchen. He placed it on the table and began to make his morning coffee, his thoughts absentmindedly floating to Valarie as if he’d known her for years and he was never going to see her again.

  He shook his head clear. “Nonsense!” he shouted to no one. “I’ll see her again! Someday...” He sat down with his cup of coffee and started to tear apart the box to a smaller, white one with a clear case at the front.

  He eagerly pulled it out of the larger box and examined it further, noticing another note at the side. “Please use after shower. Dry really well...” This may be interesting after all.

  Looking closer at the clear part of the box he could see a bright blue, head band looking device with several electrical wires about it. He tilted his head to the side in confusion, but continued to tear the top of to pull the strange gadget out.

  Across the midsection of the headband it read, “STIMULATION SIMULATION.” Huh, I wonder if it works… Where are the instructions…? I guess I just have to put it on, but there’s got to be more than that…there always is.

  He turned the box upside-down and shook it several times, attempting to get the rest of its contents to fall out. Nothing, not even a one-page pamphlet fell out. Well, if that’s all there is, then I have nothing to worry about. Just a quick shower and I’ll be ready to give this thing a go.

  The knob screeched as Ron turned it, shutting off the water shooting overhead. He grunted, and began to shiver in the cold air, ignoring the fact that it gave him his usual erection. It doesn’t even need a reason to spring up anymore.

  He took a towel off the rack and used it to dry his head thoroughly, as well as the rest of his body. Once dried, he went back into his kitchen and grabbed the headband off the table. He sat down on the couch, propped his feet up, and slipped the band on, fiddling with it a little to get it to fit his head’s shape.

  Slowly, he began to feel his eyes getting heavier and heavier, forcing him into a deep slumber where he saw all, but nothing. Then, from the darkness, he saw a spark and from the spark came an image of his front room. He was sitting there, on his couch, just like he had before he fell asleep, but the headband was missing in his dream.

  He looked around cautiously, both amazed and perplexed, uncertain if he’d fallen asleep at all. Everything looked like it should and everything was in its proper place. He’d never had a dream so detailed, so he reveled in it, exploring every nook and cranny of, what was really, a perfect replica of his own home. “I’ll be damned,” he laughed. “I’m not quite sure how this is stimulating, but, I mean, it’s cool.”

  He spun around the room. “Maybe there’s a button I have to press or something to turn the stimulation on ...” he reached for the back of his head and his forehead, but felt nothing. “Doubt the real me is moving right now… I
f this isn’t actually the real me… Hmm ...”

  Knock! Knock! Knock!

  “Hey, maybe I did something!” he exclaimed excitedly. Without hesitation, he rushed over to the door and pulled it open to see Valarie and Jen standing beside each other dressed in risqué clothing that molded to their respective curves beautifully.

  “Oh, yes… I definitely did...” His eyes couldn’t stop looking from their faces, to their breasts, to their plump asses.

  “If I recall, Ron. You wanted one last time, right?” Valarie asked. He nodded several times. “I thought that you’d like something a little something extra. Is that all right?” More nods followed. “Good.” She smiled, walking over to him with Jen beside her.

  Valarie went behind him, curling her fingers under his shirt as she began to slowly pull it up and kiss his shoulder up to the side of his neck, suckling and licking in between each kiss. Ron gasped and Jen hooked her fingers on the sides of his pants, tugging them down playfully as she took to kissing the side of his mouth until her lips finally met his. They kissed briefly as she grabbed at his groin, squeezing and pulling at the hardening member inside.

  The overabundance of stimulation was more than enough to send Ron into a dreamlike state, completely immersed in the sensations all over his body. His heartbeat quickly sped up and he didn’t even notice his pants fall or his shirt being pulled off.

  The two women continued to pamper him lovingly, kissing and caressing every inch of the man—it was like worship.

  Jen kissed a zig-zag line down Ron’s chest, to his abdomen and stopped at the protrusion inside of his boxers. She rubbed her cheek against it and pressed her lips against the tip of his cock through the fabric, giving it a loving kiss and lapping at the pre seeping through. Valarie’s hand snaked its way to the front of him and joined with Jen’s efforts, taking to his balls and teasingly petting them from behind.

  “Mmm… Go for it…” She purred lustfully as she laid back, spreading her legs and plunging two fingers into her wet, pink pussy lips. The strands of cloth she called “clothes” barely covered anything at all now that Ron noticed as she looked over at her. Or maybe it was all part of the illusion.