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Note: Mixed Bag is a compilation of stories by Rachael Ross and
contains a Foreword and 65 chapters. It is being posted to ASSM
largely in sequence. See MB00 for a table of contents. All stories
copyrighted 2008 Rachael Ross all rights reserved. rache696@yahoo.com
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information. Thanks. -rr


Adults Only

Mixed Bag - Chapter Forty Eight



Priss - Chapter 3

by rache


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Story Codes: M/F, Romance, MDom, Anal, Oral, Cheat, Blackmail

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    "Did you get the flowers?" Thomas asked me over the phone. "They
said they'd deliver them right away, but..."

    "Yeah, I got them," I sighed, still in my bed at quarter past ten
Saturday morning.

    That wasn't like me, sleeping in so late, but the night before had
been tiring. Perry had fucked me in the ass on my kitchen table, while
my fiancé had been drunk and sleeping just a dozen feet away in the
living room. After filling my sore butt with sperm, I'd washed Perry's
cock thoroughly with my lips and tongue, and that had led to a long,
deep throating blowjob. At least Perry had let me swallow his semen
when he finally came, rather than shooting all over my face like he
had the first time he'd made me suck him off.

    Made me do it. I almost laughed at that, but I was stewing in my
guilt. I was being blackmailed into having sex with my fiancé's best
friend, true, but that didn't explain how or especially why I'd gotten
off on fucking the guy. Orgasms for me, for most women I think, are as
much an emotional event as physical. It felt good, being sodomized by
Perry's large cock, but all the pleasure in the world wouldn't have
brought me off so quickly by itself. I'd been into it. Into him.
Perry. The man I detested for what he was forcing me to do.

    Forcing me? I was back to that again and I reached behind me as I
lay naked on my side, holding the phone to my ear with one hand while
I explored my tender ass with the other. Perry had fucked me so good.
I'd cum without even touching my pussy. His big cock covered in
margarine, the stuff I put on my toast every morning, sliding into my
asshole and making me cum. I felt swollen and bruised back there and I
slipped a finger inside, wincing slightly, but it didn't hurt at all.
I was still a little greasy and I knew I still had some of Perry's
sperm deep in my bowels. I could feel him there.

    "I'm sorry about last night, Tricia," Thomas was still apologizing
and I looked at the flowers on my dresser. Sixteen yellow roses in a
water pitcher trying to make me happy for all the wrong reasons.

    "Why sixteen?" I wondered.

    "Huh? Oh," Thomas laughed softly. "Um, that was how many they
had."

    "Oh," I pulled my finger out of my ass, rubbing it with my thumb.
It was oily and wet and my shower hadn't cleaned my rectum very well
at all. I'd need a good bath later, I decided.

    "I'll never do it again," Thomas said. "I swear. No more drinking
for me, Tricia. I love you. I'm sorry I embarrassed you."

    "No, you didn't," I said gently. "I just didn't expect it. I'm
fine. The flowers are lovely. Thank you."

    "Okay," Thomas said, letting out a small sigh of relief I think.
"I have to go, they're calling us to the tee..."

    "Where?" I asked. "What are you doing?"

    "We're out at the country club, Dad, Perry and me," Thomas said.
"Playing a little golf. I have to go. I love you."

    "I love you too, Thomas," I replied and hung up the phone.

    There was a hundred dollar bill on my nightstand, next to the
telephone, and I frowned at it. Perry had paid for fucking me,
dropping the money on the kitchen floor while I licked my lips and
tasted his sperm. It was just like it used to be, when I'd been a
prostitute working the university campus after my classes, and even
between classes sometimes. I'd made a lot of money doing it, paying
for my tuition and books, my dorm room and food, and all the other
expenses. It had still left me enough to have a little fun besides and
like any nineteen year old kid, I'd wasted every cent I had.

    How many guys had fucked me? I had no idea. A few hundred at
least. I'd started just before my second year, before I'd even turned
nineteen, because I had to find the money. Being a pro wasn't much
different than going out on regular dates, except we didn't have to
spend a lot of time on chit-chat, or dinner, or long walks in the
moonlight. A hundred dollars an hour, flat rate, and I'd do anything
for the money. I'd been a good whore and a popular one and it didn't
really matter how many customers I'd had over those two short years,
only one of them mattered.

    "Perry?" I blinked at the man when I opened my front door that
afternoon, shortly after four.

    "You're keeping your door locked these days?" he asked and he
didn't wait for an invitation, but just walked into my apartment.

    "What are you doing here?" I asked him. "Where's Thomas?"

    "Home, getting ready for dinner with the family," Perry smiled at
me. "You're invited, by the way. I volunteered to pick you up."

    I frowned and bit my bottom lip, crossing my arms over my t-shirt
as I looked at him. Jesus, the man looked good. Why did he have to be
such an asshole? Perry's black hair was neatly combed, his hazel eyes
bright and clear. He had a strong, handsome face. Not perfect, just
handsome and interesting, the sort of man a girl liked to look at. The
sort I liked to look at, but I hated him. He was trying to spoil my
upcoming marriage and ruin my life. Thomas would find out about us and
it would be over. His family would figure it out and I'd be run out of
town, embarrassed and without prospects. I'd been through that once
before and I hadn't enjoyed it.

    Perry was the shadow of my past come to haunt me.

    "Where's your bedroom, Tricia?" Perry was putting his hand on my
hip. "We need to get you ready for the in-laws."

    "I can get ready by myself," I told him, knowing that wasn't what
he'd meant at all. "Just...watch television or something."

    "Oh no," Perry shook his head. "We have time."

    "You can't be serious," I stared at him, pulling some golden hair
out of my face. "This can't go on, Perry."

    "You still don't get it, do you?" he chuckled, pushing me with his
hand, guiding me towards my bedroom. "It's going to go on for a long
time, Tricia. I'm never gonna get tired of fucking you."

    "Please..." I whispered, but I'd already surrendered. I knew I
couldn't talk him out of it. Perry didn't care that I was engaged to
his best friend. He wanted me and he had the power to have me, that
was all that mattered.

    "Take your clothes off for me," he said, sitting on my unmade bed.
"I haven't seen you naked since college, Priss."

    "Shut-up," I frowned at him, hating the way he insisted on calling
me by the name I'd used as a prostitute.

    "Do you have any idea how beautiful you are?" Perry asked me and
when I ignored him he shrugged. "I bet you do. You know exactly how
you make men feel, don't you?"

    "I don't want to know," I said as I pulled my plain t-shirt over
my head.

    My 36B tits were pulled taut, my nipples dragging across the
cotton for a second and they were already hard. My flat tummy was
tight and pulled inward as I moved, my narrow waist flexing. My
flawless body was a gift from an uncaring God and required little
effort to maintain on my part. I'd learned early the power that my
appearance held over men and I'd used it often, but Perry's sincere
appreciation did nothing to change our relationship. I shook my hair
free and tossed my t-shirt carelessly aside, glancing at the man with
my jade green eyes and disliking him intensely.

    "Yeah," Perry nodded, watching my tits move, enjoying the way my
dark nipples pointed out and up. They were thick and swollen and my
pale tits were a nice handful for any man, firm and perfectly formed.

    I unsnapped my jeans, an old ragged pair with holes at the knees,
pushing them down my round hips and over my ass. I'm five foot nine
and most of that comes from my legs. Perry had seen them before and
now he was enjoying them again. Long, toned legs, darkly tanned by the
warm summer sun. By the end of winter they'd be pale as snow, but for
now they were perfect and we both knew it. I stepped out of my jeans
easily, standing in a pair of loose bikini panties and I wasn't shy.
I'd been naked in front of men a thousand times before.

    "Panties too," Perry said, licking his lips and I could see the
arousal on his face.

    He was warm and a little darker with excitement and I liked that,
as any woman would. Regardless of my low opinion of Perry, despite my
anger and resentment, being openly admired by him was satisfying to my
ego. The way he watched every move I made, the intensity of his stare
and the obvious bulge in his trousers, all of it fed my own pleasure.
I wanted the attention, even craved it perhaps, and I'd been too long
away from it. I'd played the virgin for Thomas, dressing modestly and
hiding my seductive flesh beneath layers of conservative clothing.
Even then I was still attractive, there was little doubt of that, but
this was better. I was showing myself off and I felt a surge of pride
that was undeniable.

    My bikini panties had strings at the hips and I pulled them
without looking at anything but Perry's face. They came undone easily
and I let them go, the white cotton falling to my feet so that I stood
completely naked for the man. My pussy was there, my clitoris already
swollen and peeking from her sheath, my labia were dark and clinging
together between my thighs. A thin, neatly trimmed V of golden hair
hid nothing of my sex. My pubic hair was fine and soft and Perry's
eyes were fixed upon it.

    "Spread your legs...wider...play with your pussy for me," Perry
commanded from less than a half-dozen feet away.

    I did everything he told me to without a murmur of protest. I
rubbed my pussy and pulled my nether lips apart, tilting my pelvis
forward to show him the pink interior of my moist cunt. I thumbed my
clit under his direction, feeling my tummy cramp with excited
pleasure. I was tingling and goosebumps broke out on my flushed skin.
I fought to control my breathing, wanting to give Perry no sign of how
much I was enjoying this simple act. I wanted to hide everything I
felt and ignore his obvious desires.

    "Finger yourself, Priss. Fuck your pussy for me, let me see it,"
Perry breathed. "All the way inside, keep it in there and turn around...
Bend over I want to see you do it from behind."

    My body shivered as I did what he wanted, giving Perry my ass and
bending over at the waist with my legs straight. My pussy was wet,
practically dripping as I pumped my pussy with my finger for him. It
was humiliating, degrading to pose like that, to expose not only my
cunt but my asshole to his hungry eyes. My stomach was knotted tightly
and my legs felt rubbery as the pleasure was building inside me. I
stared at him between my spread thighs, unable to see is face, but
only the lump in his trousers that Perry was holding in his hand.

    "Now, put that finger in your ass for me," he said, squeezing his
prick. "Fuck your ass, Priss."

    I groaned softly and bit my lip as I dragged my long middle finger
from my pussy to my anus. I was sore and tender and my sphincter was
still puffy from the night before, but it felt good to touch myself
there. I wriggled the tip of my finger against the rubbery ring and
then inside, sliding into my rectum easily with a soft gasp and a deep
quiver in the depths of my empty cunt. I was unbelievably hot, just
from this little tease, this display of my body for Perry's pleasure.
I hated him and that was the fuel for my passion. I was getting off on
it and I thought I must be going mad in my lust.

    "Lick it," Perry told me. "Clean your finger and then take off my
clothes."

    He watched as I straightened up slowly, feeling slightly dizzy as
the blood rushed from my head. I pushed my dirty finger into my mouth,
but it was hardly that. I'd washed myself thoroughly during my bath
and I tasted my cunt as much as anything else, maybe the slight flavor
of soap. But I was cleaning my asshole from my finger, that's all
Perry knew, and he was nodding happily, still fondling himself through
his trousers like a teenaged boy watching his first porn flick.

    Perry stood up as well and I unbuttoned his shirt with trembling
fingers. I avoided his face and watched his body as it was revealed to
me. This was the first time I'd really see him and I stared at his
smooth chest, defined with real muscle tone and pleasing in every way.
Very pleasing as I slipped his shirt off his shoulders and behind his
back. The man's nipples were small and dark like mine, hard as well
and I touched one, the left with my thumb. Perry hitched a sharp
breath as I rubbed it slowly and then let it go, reaching down to find
his belt.

    I loved his body and I was on my knees as I took his pants off.
Strong thighs covered with short, dark hair. I stared at his stomach,
flat and hard with a trail of pubic hair that disappeared into his
boxers. They were damp with precum and I could see the vague shape of
his swollen cock trapped inside. I removed his socks and then I pulled
his underwear down, feeling my desire growing beyond all reason as his
long, thick cock sprang into view. It was beautiful and I already knew
it so well. I'd sucked it and taken him in my ass, and here it was
again. It was stiff and straight, pointing out from his body like an
arrow pointed at my heart.

    "You know what to do, Priss," Perry's hand found my head and he
stroked me, pulling my face closer and I opened my mouth for his
prick.

    I knelt there in my bedroom, sucking his cock slowly, even
lovingly while the man who was blackmailing me guided my movement. I
could take half of him easily, stretching my lips around the shaft,
and then swallowing around the head as I took the rest. I felt my
throat strain to accept him, Perry's cock sliding inside me slowly
until my face was against his body. His heavy balls dangling beneath
my chin. I worked the soft muscles around him as I tried to swallow
his cock whole and I knew he liked that. I was giving him the best
blowjob he'd ever had in his life while I reached down to rub my
throbbing clit.

    After some ten minutes or more, when my face was red and I was
panting for air, he'd had enough. Spit and precum had run freely from
my mouth the way it does when I deep throat a big cock. My tits were
wet with it, my flushed skin gleaming with the wetness that had
spilled down my chin and neck. Perry pulled his cock from my mouth and
worked the ruddy shaft across my face, his balls sliding across my
mouth and cheeks for a long moment while I caught my breath.

    "Are you on the pill?" he asked me and I shook my head slowly.

    "No," I breathed.

    "Diaphragm?" Perry wondered gazing into my face as I looked up
with his cock resting along my nose. "Any protection at all?"

    "None," I told him. "I haven't needed any."

    "I'm going to fuck you, Priss," Perry said. "You know that right?"

    "I'm not gonna get pregnant," I said and I was in such conflict
right then that I wanted to scream. I wanted him so badly and I
detested the man so thoroughly. I hated him.

    "Oh yeah?" he asked me. "Why not?"

    "I get my period tomorrow," I said with a small shrug. "Maybe
Monday."

    "Ahhh..." Perry smiled at that news. "The rhythm method, eh? Okay,
I'm not catholic, but I'll play along. Get on the bed."

    "Are you clean?" I asked him without moving.

    "Me?" Perry snorted. "You're the whore, remember? I should be
worried about you."

    "I just got tested," I told him. "I'm getting married, remember?"

    "Get on the bed," he was pulling me up to my feet. "I want a good
fuck too, understand me?"

    SLAP!!

    I caught his left cheek with my right hand hard and I saw his face
redden. Perry's eyes narrowed and for a fleeting second I thought he
was going to hit me back, but Perry just smiled.

    "That's what I want," he breathed. "Now get on the fuckin' bed,
whore!"

    Perry took my shoulders in his strong hands, gripping me tightly
as he pulled me around, pushing me down onto my back. I gasped and
groaned and this time I was fighting him. I kicked at the man, telling
him how much I hated him. I tried to scratch him and he batted my
hands away as we wrestled with him above me. I was saving myself for
my husband, that's how I thought of it. I'd given Perry my mouth and
my ass, but my pussy wasn't mine to give away. It wasn't Perry's to
take. It was for Thomas on our wedding night and even though I hadn't
been a virgin since I was fifteen, that hardly mattered. I'd made up
my mind when I'd agreed to marry the man and my lies weren't given
from the heart, but the intentions were.

    "No! Noooo No! No...You can't...I hate you! Bastard! Ohhh you fucking...
Ahhh!" I gasped as I felt his cock enter me and then moaned with a
weak sob as my eyes filled with tears.

    "Oh bitch! Yessss..." Perry sighed, holding my wrists above my head
and his body was wedged between my thighs.

    He'd overpowered me after several quick minutes of breathless,
violent struggle. We were both hot and sweating, our faces red and our
bodies flushed. I was crying and barely struggling at all as I felt
Perry thrust his cock deeper, working himself inside the tightness of
my pussy after half a year of sexual neglect. I felt small inside and
he was large and there was pleasure in the discomfort I felt. I was as
eager for our union as I'd ever been for anything in my life. My
resistance had been foreplay of a wild and unexpected sort and it made
the moment of penetration that much better.

    Perry was raping me and my guilt was absolved. I'd tried to stop
him and I couldn't. I'd laced his shoulders with my sharp fingernails
and the man was bleeding at least. I could see it through the
distorted lens of my tears. I'd hurt him and now I was going to cum as
his cock strove to fill the agony of my empty cunt. I was cumming
hard, jerking with deep spasms of pleasure while he took me with his
manhood. I could feel his swollen cockhead nudging the soft pillow of
my cervix and that jolt brought my knees up, my legs high and without
thinking I wrapped them around Perry's waist. I was lifting my ass off
the mattress, fucking my pussy on his cock and when he kissed me I
accepted his tongue with a sharp moan of raw desire.

    My arms were around his neck and I don't remember him letting me
go. Perry rested his weight on his forearms, his hands near my face so
he could wipe the tears from my cheeks with his gentle thumbs. The man
was kissing me and working his cock in and out of my pussy slowly,
making it so good for me. My first cum had been an explosion deep in
my belly and after that I had smaller ones, the little orgasms that
came one after another seemingly without pause. I couldn't breathe and
my breasts were crushed beneath his chest. My burning nipples pressing
into his flesh while we moved.

    "You feel that, Priss?" Perry whispered. "I'm all the way inside
you."

    "Yeah," I swallowed hard staring into his eyes.

    "You feel so good, baby," he kissed me again. "So hot inside."

    "I love your cock," I nodded. "I feel it. Keep fucking me. Deeper.
Yeah."

    We were whispering and smiling, and after some time I found myself
with my legs over Perry's shoulders. He was as deep as he could get
then and I screamed with my best orgasm yet when he started pumping my
pussy hard. My bed was banging against the wall and I was loud. I was
begging him to fuck me. I was telling the world that I was cumming and
I didn't care who knew it. The earth was shaking as I found his ear
with my teeth and I bit him hard, making Perry gasp and jerk away only
to return a second later and force his tongue deep into my open mouth.

    He came inside me. We came together and I was floating on a sea of
happiness. Everything else was forgotten. This was the rapture and I
couldn't imagine anything better. I was drunk with it, giggling
breathlessly while Perry kissed my face and regained his strength. We
were both panting for air and his cock was still inside me, still hard
and leaking his semen into my well-fucked pussy. There was a cooling
wet spot on the bed beneath me. I'd cum so many times. I was exhausted
and dazed and it was a long time before I regained my senses.

    "We don't have time," I said, feeling Perry's firm cock working in
and out of my cunt lazily.

    "We'll make time," Perry smiled. "This is too good to stop,
Priss."

    "I hate you," I whispered, closing my eyes and knowing he'd spoken
the truth. I didn't want to stop. I didn't want to go anywhere. I just
wanted Perry to fuck me again.

    "Like this..." Perry moved us, putting me on my left side with my
left leg straight and my right knee high and bent.

    "Ahhh..." I sighed and nodded quickly as he straddled my left thigh
and took me that way, pushing his cock into my pussy while he knelt
over me.

    Perry caught my right knee with his wrist, forcing it even higher
as he braced himself on his hands. That was a good position and I was
enjoying myself thoroughly while he fucked me with a steady, patient
in and out. Nice, long thrusts, nearly pulling himself out of me
completely before sliding all the way back in. I was cumming again, I
couldn't have stopped myself if I'd wanted to. I was helpless and my
only effort at fucking him back was to squeeze my pussy around him,
trying to keep him inside me. It was like a massage and so relaxing,
so wonderfully gentle and tender.

    He lasted a long while too, ten minutes, fifteen? I didn't know. I
didn't care. But our fuck went on and on and I was having little
orgasms every few minutes, like teasers that would make my whole body
shiver and my cunt tremble with pleasant contractions that I had no
control over. How long since a man had fucked me this good? A year or
two, or maybe never. I couldn't remember ever feeling like this and
even when Perry was cumming inside me for the second time, he barely
picked up the pace. He just kept stroking me while his cock pulsed
with his hot ejaculate into my sex.

    It was beautiful.


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    "You look beautiful tonight, Tricia," Thomas smiled at me, taking
me into his arms for a chaste kiss on the lips and I smiled at him,
but kept my eyes elsewhere. I was afraid of what he might see there.

    "What happened, Perry?" Thomas' father was there, giving us a
frown as we entered the large den where he liked to entertain. "You
get lost?"

    "Uh, no...just..." Perry cleared his throat.

    "It was my fault," I smiled at Mr. Westin, doing my best to look
apologetic rather than guilty. "I was working in my garden today and..."
I rolled my eyes "...I was a frightful mess. I'm sorry."

    "Women," Perry looked at Thomas and grinned. "Better get used to
it, buddy."

    "Hmph," Mr. Westin looked at me doubtfully and I knew I was
beautiful, I had to be. I'd spent too long making myself perfect just
for my fiancé's family, but it was never enough.

    "What are you drinking, Grant?" Perry asked Thomas' father. "You
look a little dry there."

    That was an instant clue as to how close to the Westin family
Perry really was. I couldn't imagine anyone calling the old man by his
first name, at least no one who wasn't seventy years old or something.
He was tall and thin and he looked like he should have been a rail
baron at the turn of the century. He had that ruthless look in his
cold gray eyes. I didn't like him very much and I imagined he thought
of me as little more than a gold digger after his only son's
inheritance.

    "Are you okay?" Thomas was putting a hand in the small of my back,
guiding me towards the open veranda. "You look a little tired."

    "I'm fine," I said, feeling the guilt rising like bile at the back
of my throat. "I guess it was a little warmer outside than I thought
it was today."

    "Gardening?" Thomas smiled at me and I forced myself to smile
back, feeling my pussy still buzzing from that wonderful fuck Perry
had given me. That warmth wasn't going to wear off for a day or two
and I only wished I could have hated it, but I didn't.

    "You know me," I giggled lightly and found the wrought iron
railing that separated the veranda from the expansive lawns behind the
mansion. It was a beautiful house and I was more than a little
intimidated by both the size and opulence of it.

    "Was Perry nice?" my fiancé wondered and I looked sharply at him.
"I wasn't sure if he should pick you up, but he insisted and..."

    "Yeah," I nodded quickly. "He, uh...He was a perfect gentleman."

    "Good," Thomas smiled at that and moved his head closer to mine.
"I wish we were getting married tomorrow, Tricia."

    "Oh?" I looked towards the darkening horizon. Somewhere at the
edge of all those well tended trees and shrubs and the unbelievably
green grass there was a river bordering the small estate. I felt a
sudden urge to walk the grounds, to get away from that house and the
people in it.

    "I want to..." his voice was soft and hesitant.

    "What?" I asked, looking at Thomas as he paused and his cheeks
were turning pink.

    "You're so beautiful," he sighed and his hand was stroking my
back. "I want to make love to you, Tricia."

    "Thomas," I smiled at him.

    "I know we have to wait," he laughed weakly. "I just...I see you and
I want to be with you so badly."

    "I know," I reached for him, touching his chest. "We're getting
married soon and then..." I gave him a playful pout "...I'll be all
yours."

    "Yeah," he swallowed hard and I had to remind myself that the man
was a twenty four year old virgin. He must have been getting
desperate.

    "Can we go for a walk?" I asked Thomas as the sound of Perry's
boisterous laugh threatened to spoil the beauty in front of us. I
wanted to forget Perry and enjoy my fiancé if I could.

    "Sure, if want to," Thomas agreed. "We have some time before
dinner."

    "Okay," I smiled and I really needed some time alone, I thought,
but it was nice being with Thomas too, despite my guilt.

    He held my hand as we walked and I'd taken off my heels, ignoring
his smiling protests. The grass was cool, but dry and very soft. It
prickled my skin and I loved it, and I needed something to make me
smile. I was thinking about what I'd said and I wasn't really going to
be all for Thomas at all, not even when we were finally married. Perry
would always own part of me. My husband would have to share me with
his best friend and never know it.

    That thought saddened me greatly. Thomas didn't deserve that at
all and it wasn't what I wanted. I'd washed Perry out of me after our
sex, but he was still there, still inside my tummy like a cramp that
would never go away. I'd tried to fight him, more to assuage my
conscience than save myself from his attentions. He'd raped me, or so
I wanted to believe. I'd said no and scratched and kicked him, but in
the end I'd let him kiss me and make me cum all over his cock. I was a
long ways from being the innocent victim.

    "Hey," Thomas stopped us, pulling me close to him once we were
behind a hedgerow and out of sight of the house.

    "What?" I asked and then I had my answer as he kissed me.

    I let him do it and I put my arms around my fiancé, clutching my
shoes behind his shoulders. He held me tightly and his tongue found
mine and I responded as much as I could, which is to say less than I
should have. I was thinking of Perry without wanting to. I hated
myself for it, but it was inevitable. I'd spent an hour in bed with
the man, kissing him while we fucked, and now Thomas was kissing me.
How could I not compare them?

    Perry was a better kisser and he shouldn't have been, I thought.
Whatever skills and experience Perry had, Thomas was kissing me out of
love. That should have made it better. Our kiss should have been
special because it meant something, but I didn't feel it. I didn't get
the same thrill, the same pleasure from Thomas that I did from Perry.
I was unsatisfied and that was another wave of guilt to engulf me.
What business did I have comparing my fiancé to another man? Thomas
loved me. He respected and cared for me.

    Perry only wanted me and he called me whore and slut and Priss,
leaving his money after he'd forced me to have sex with him. Even that
day, after fucking me twice in my own bed, Perry had left another
hundred dollars on my dresser. He thought it was funny and I was
amusing to him. A pleasure he could purchase on a whim. Or maybe he
just wanted to remind me that I had no choice. I hated that and I
hated him. So why did I wish it was Perry that I held behind the
hedge?

    "Do you want me to, um..." I bit my bottom lip, looking down while
Thomas caught his breath. "I can try to put it in my...mouth...if you want
me to."

    "You mean..." Thomas blinked at me and I looked into his face.

    "I know it's hard for you to wait, so..." I swallowed thickly and
this was how I was going to bribe myself and pay my guilty debt to
Thomas.

    "Yeah," he nodded quickly.

    "Okay," I said softly, lifting my yellow dress so I could kneel on
the grass without staining it.

    I was playing the virgin again, a role I'd long since become
accustomed to when I was with Thomas. So far as he knew, I'd never
sucked a cock in my life and now I had to act like it. My hypocrisy
was complete and there were layers of it now, like an onion with
something black and rotten in the center. I was lying to make up for
another lie brought about by still another. Where did it end, I
wondered, and I decided it would probably end badly for all concerned,
or never end at all. Which of those would be better? I couldn't know.

    Thomas was smaller than Perry, but only because my fiancé was
average for a man and Perry something much more than that. It was
unfair and I felt anger at my disappointment when I pulled Thomas'
manhood free of his trousers. Six inches perhaps and not so thick, but
immediately hard with his ardent desire. Size was unimportant anyway,
where love is concerned, and I of all people should have known that. I
wasn't marrying Thomas for his prick and I forced myself to play the
game, for that was how it seemed to me as I gasped with feigned
surprise.

    "I forgot how big it is!" I said, smiling up at my fiancé shyly.

    "Yeah," Thomas breathed, staring at me with a happy smile
plastered on his pink face.

    I held him in my hand, stroking the shaft slowly and thinking I'd
better do this quick or else he might just cum all over my face by
accident. Thomas wasn't very far away from his orgasm and so I opened
my mouth and made believe I'd never given anyone a blowjob in my life.
I tried to remember the first boy I'd ever sucked and while his name
was long forgotten, I remembered being nervous and a little scared.
I'd been fifteen and making out on the fire escape of the orphanage
with an older boy I barely knew. I'd been so innocent then and when
he'd pushed my head down, whispering soft words of endless love, I'd
swallowed everything. His lies, his cock, and finally his orgasm.

    "Oh! Tricia...That's..." Thomas held my head in his hands and I was
just sucking the smooth head of his cock, jerking him off gently with
my hand. I worked my tongue underneath the glans and that was enough
to do it.

    He came after a minute of that, maybe two at the most, and it was
plainly his first blow job and it barely qualified. I took one swallow
before I remembered I wasn't supposed to and I held the rest in my
mouth. There was a lot of it anyway, Thomas was cumming hard and fast
and it was threatening to spill out of my mouth. He probably didn't
even jerk off, I realized, and that stupid thought almost spoiled
everything as I gagged on my giggle. Some semen squirted out of the
corners of my mouth and then I pulled off him quick, turning my head
and spitting with all the disgust that I didn't feel.

    "I'm sorry...sorry...oh shit..." Thomas was almost in a panic.

    "Ewww..." I'd made a puddle of milky sperm on the grass and I added
my spit to it, but Thomas had tasted pretty good actually. Very creamy
and not too salty and I could have swallowed all of him eagerly. On
our honeymoon, I thought, Thomas was going to be a very happy man. Oh!
The things I was going to do for him...

    "Are you okay?" Thomas asked me, putting his cock away quickly and
I nodded, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand.

    "Do you have a handkerchief?" I asked, knowing he did. Thomas was
that sort of guy. "You could have warned me."

    I was trying to sound annoyed, a girlfriend on the verge of anger,
and I put a small frown on my face as I took the handkerchief from
him. After I wiped my mouth and hands I stood back up, licking my lips
and offering him a forgiving smile.

    "It was okay," I told Thomas. "I just wasn't ready for it. You
have to warn me next time, okay?"

    "Yeah, I know," he sighed. "I'm sorry, Tricia. It just felt so
good and...Next time?"

    "I think I swallowed some," I admitted, and then looked down like
I was embarrassed, wishing I could blush just then. "It, um...It didn't
really taste bad though."

    "Really?" Thomas was almost ready to smile, but he was still too
nervous.

    "Yeah," I nodded, looking up again with a hopeful smile just for
him. "Did I do it okay?"

    "Oh yeah!" my fiancé agreed happily and he smiled with relief that
I wasn't going to call off our engagement because he'd cum in my
mouth. "It was great! I never felt anything like it before. Wow!"

    "Okay," I giggled at his exuberance and I wanted to kiss him right
then, just because seeing him so happy really did make me feel good.

    That would have been a little too much though; kissing me after
I'd sucked his cock and swallowed some of his semen. Yeah. Thomas
probably wouldn't go for that and then my mood fell again as I
remembered sucking Perry's big cock for ten minutes before he'd thrown
me down and fucked me with it for fifteen more, kissing me all the
while. That man could fuck! I tried to push thoughts of Perry away
while Thomas tried to entertain me, talking pleasantly of meaningless
things. But all I could do was nod and make small sounds of agreement
while my mind was in another time and place with a man I hated.

    We walked back towards the house and it was getting dark by then,
not quite nightfall, but that lifeless gray after the sun falls below
the horizon. What a perfect color, I thought.



To be continued...

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