The Fifth Date
All the next day all I could think about was Sally. Her body was fantastic, and the sex equally great. But there was something else I couldn’t put my finger on. Infatuation was all I could think of to describe it. Was love next? What about Jill? I had feelings for her too, I realized. Something had to give. Or did it?
Saturday afternoon, the week after last weekend’s wild shenanigans found me ensconced in Jill’s basement. Her parents upstairs, she lazed on the couch and I had the arm chair, one leg over the arm. She was quiet for a change, but I suspected something was up. So I sat engrossed in an older movie just starting on TV, the volume turned low.
She broke the spell. “Jenn tells me you and Sally had something going on last Sunday.” And there it was. I got up and went to sit on the couch, making her sit up. She lay back down, her head in my lap. I idly brushed her hair with my fingers.
“Well, what exactly did Jenn say? Because, yeah, Sally and I were getting it on in front of all those people while I was having sex with you? Yes, I admit it. I was having difficulties, performing. She helped me out is all.”
Jill sighed. “Jenn seems to think you and Sally made a connection of the heart.” She looked up into my eyes.
“I don’t know what else to tell you. And it wasn’t my idea to have me strip in that cage and be jacked off by Sally and Beth, and then have everyone naked in an oversized aquarium.” I paused. “These are the unintended consequences of your actions, Jill. I’m not a monk, okay. Yeah, Sally and Jenn’s nudity did turn me on. But I was fucking you, not them.” She seemed to mull this over. “Maybe now you’d like to tell me about you and Jenn.”
“Yeah, fine.” She sat up and moved to the other side of the couch and curled up. “I’ve propositioned Jenn many times for sex, slowly breaking her barriers down. She was a virgin when we first got it on. I was experimenting; Jenn was the guinea pig. I liked it, but then I’d had plenty of sex with many guys. She hadn’t. She eventually settled on a boyfriend, but every once in a while she’ll come to me for a different taste. I think last Sunday was like a spontaneous combustion of our sexual desires. I think we all just let it all out in a compressed amount of time, exposing ourselves in more ways than just our nudity and the sex. My lesbianism came out, Jenn sensed it, and voila, we had lesbian sex, while you were pile driving me from behind, thank you very much. So with my mouth clamped to Jenn’s vagina, I wasn’t, couldn’t , pay attention to what you and Sally were doing. But Jenn was. So, is there anything you’d like to tell me now?”
I weighed the decision to tell her about Sally and me and last Wednesday night. The movie we were casually watching was titled “Leap of Faith.” “You seen this movie before?” She shook her head and looked away. “It’s about a con man running a revival tent ministry in this back water town. But Heaven had other plans, and a real miracle happens. End of his ministry. Why, you don’t ask? Because truth hit him square between the eyes.”
“What’s your point?” she asked wearily, with obvious disinterest
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“Sally is being blackmailed.”
“Huh? What?” Jill said, now looking intently at me.
“Someone recognized her, in that disgusting sex palace.”
“Oh fuck.”
“Her old boyfriend. Wants to have unlimited sex with her in exchange for not telling her folks and friends.”
“Wait, when did she tell you this?” Jill’s eyes narrowed.
I paused. “The truth busted up his lucrative con scheme,” I said, pointing to the TV. “The question is, will it break us up?”
Jill stiffened. She got up and paced the floor, thinking. “Sally came to see you, didn’t she? You had sex with her. Is that what you’re hinting at?”
I thought, well here it is. The probable end of whatever the hell this was with her and me. “Yes, she came to see me Wednesday night. She was anxious and depressed. We had a beer. ” I relayed what she ought to do about this blackmail attempt. “She seemed relieved. I was just out of the shower; it was after nine pm. I was wearing only a towel ….”
“Was she good in bed?” Jill asked, in a dead tone of voice. The question was interrupted as her parents said were headed out for a while.
Why lie to myself? It was fucking fantastic. “I’m not going to lie to you, Jill. I’m telling you about Sally because I don’t want anything between us. Either you and I work this out, or it’s not going anywhere and we’d best call it quits.”
Jill came back over and sat back down beside me. I said, “You’ve no need to be jealous of Sally. And don’t end your friendship with her either.”
“Thank you for telling me. I’m sorry. I’m just feeling out of sorts. Maybe you’re right. I didn’t think of the consequences of having them naked with us at the sex club. I didn’t even think about the fact you’d be turned on by Sally’s nudity and her giving you a hand job or two. Jeese, what was I thinking?”
“You were wrapped up in your own sexual desires, Jill. It can blind anyone. You know, there’s going to be bumps in the road. You’ve got issues, lesbian versus straight, being a wee bit over sexed, and I’m, well, I’m a slut.”
“Huh? You, a slut?”
“Sure I am, doing those awful things to please you and others.”
She giggled. “Ted, my slut boy toy. Give me a kiss.” I did, and we smooched for a while. I hugged her, and she rested her head on my shoulder as we watched the rest of the movie. Tears came to both our eyes at the ending. She reached over and idly rubbed my crotch, watching my jeans bulge out as my cock grew hard. She undid my belt and button, and unzipped my pants. She pushed my jeans down and I lifted my butt off the couch so she could accomplish the task of stripping me. That done, she idly toyed with my erect penis, running her forefinger over and beneath my cock head. It felt good. She stood my cock up, and with her thumb and forefinger, continued to play with my dick head. Soon I had pre-cum forming on the tip. She used this to lubricate her finger as she gently rubbed away. It was driving me crazy. I wanted to grab my cock and stroke it hard, but I resisted. I scrunched my butt and strained my cock. More pre-cum flowed out. “You’re creaming yourself. Feel good?” she asked sweetly.
“Oh, fuck, damn, yes, you’re driving me crazy. Shit.” She giggled. My cock head was slippery with pre-cum now; she had it continuously flowing. “I feel it rising, I’m gonna come.”
“It’s okay, baby. Let me see you spurt.” I exclaimed and the first shot of semen hit my chest, the rest shot out onto my belly. I counted ten spurts, each heavy with creamy cum. “Oh my god, what a load,” she giggled. She reached behind the couch and grabbed some Kleenex and wiped up my flanks where the cum was flowing of my belly. “You sure make a mess.” She sniffed the Kleenex tissues. “I love the smell of cum.” She licked my belly of some of it. “I love the taste of it, too.”
Cleaned up, I stood and yanked her yoga pants off. I slid her thong down and off. I got on my knees and buried my face in her sex. She was wet. I licked it up and stroked her clit with my tongue. She moaned in pleasure. I slipped my hands under her shirt and played with her tits, pinching her erect nipples. She didn’t have a bra on. I moved my hands to her butt and massaged her nice globes. She bucked her hips, driving my chin deeper into her love hole. I licked away at her clit determined to make her orgasm. A few minutes later, she did, moaning loudly, her hands on the back of my head locking my lips to her cunt lips. “Oh, fuck!” she yelped as she came. She released her pussy emissions, and I lapped up as much as I could.
“Fuck me. Fuck me with your hard cock.” I slipped on a rubber as she impatiently watched. I slammed my cock home into her well oiled cunt. I moved her to lie down on the couch and I plowed my manhood into her over and over. God she made me hot. If there was another way to more fully possess her, I’d do it in a heartbeat. “Fuck me good,” she moaned. I placed my hands on her butt again and slammed her good. “Come in me. I want to feel you pulse as you shoot your cum.” But it was at least ten minutes later before I came. I groaned and moaned in her ear with my pending orgasm and that excited her more. Sweat covered both of us in our exertions. I felt her cunt spasm on my cock in another orgasm. A few moments later, I released my seed deep in her pussy. “I can feel you come,” she moaned. We lay locked together as we rested, my cock beginning to shrivel back to its natural state. “That was fantastic, Ted. Best fuck ever.” That was saying something; we’d done a lot of it in the month or so since I met her. I withdrew, leaving the condom stuck in her vagina. I pulled it out of her. “Let me see it.” I held it up and she saw the semen in the tip. “Pour it in my mouth,” she said huskily. She opened her mouth as I squeezed my semen out of the rubber. I watched her take it and swish it around in her mouth. Then she swallowed my mess. She kissed me then, frenching her tongue deep in my mouth. “Thank you for fucking me.” Indeed. Make up sex was so awesome.
She stood up and displayed her body for me, removing her top. “You like?” I inspected and appraised her naked body. Her ass was cute, small but luscious, the kind of butt you just couldn’t resist grabbing and feeling up. Her tits were smallish, but nicely shaped also. Her belly flat, legs long; there was nothing not to like. She wore her brown hair long and straight, her pubic hair carefully trimmed short, but still a full bush. I told her she had an awesome body. “Now you.”
She sat back down, and I stood up and pulled my shirt off and displayed my naked body for her, slowly turning around several times. I think my butt is my best feature. I was curious what she would say. “Your cock is long, even when flaccid,” she appraised. But I’d like to trim your pubes a bit more. Your balls are always tight, never hanging down far in their sack. Your ass is incredible. Very cheeky; full butt cheeks. You belly is flat, your legs long and skinny. Your head of hair is thin and doesn’t keep its shape, but we all can’t be perfect,” she giggled. “All in all, I’ll give you a B+.”
“Make it an A- or I walk,” I threatened. She giggled and relented
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“Come over here to the desk.” I did so, and she dug out a pair of scissors. She placed the wastepaper basket beneath my sex and began trimming the pubic hair on my balls, then my lower abdomen. Ten minutes later, she inspected her work. “That’s better. Now you get an A-.”
Just then, we heard the side door open. I scrambled to put my jeans on; no time to pull on my shirt. Thankfully, Jill was already dressed. People came stomping down the steps. We both stood there. Three guys and Sally entered the basement. “What the hell?” Jill said. One of the guys had Sally’s arm behind her back and she had a cut and bruise on her lip and cheek. “Bill, what’r you doing here, breaking into my home .”
“Shut up, slut,” he sneered. He looked at me and demanded of Sally, “Is this the jerk who gave you the idea to turn me in to the cops for blackmailing you?” Sally cried out as Bill’s buddy jerked her arm tighter and she confirmed that I was indeed the culprit. It all made sense to me now what was going on. Bill apparently wasn’t going to go quietly into the night. It was also apparent Bill was a drug addict, by the looks of his bloodshot eyes and sniffles.
One of Bill’s beefy buddies marched right over and threw a punch to my face. I jerked my head to the left, dodging it, and laid a punch into his teeth, busting his upper lip wide open. Jill screamed. Furious, he took a round house swing at me and I ducked. I shot out my foot in a side kick to his knee. His leg bent backwards at the joint and screaming in pain, he fell to the floor nearly unconscious with the intense pain.
Bill’s other buddy released Sally, sending her in a heap to the floor, and charged Jill. I did also to prevent him from holding her hostage or worse. It was then that Bill swung a Billy club from behind his back at my head. I saw it at the last second out of the corner of my eye, but couldn’t dodge it. I fell to the floor under the blow which stunned me. He swung again at my head and hit me squarely on the temple. That’s the last thing I remember until I woke up in the hospital.
Jill watched in horror as I collapsed to the floor unconscious. “You’ll pay for this you asshole,” Jill yelled at Bill, furious.
“So this is your boyfriend, eh?” Bill smirked. “Pick him up,” he told his buddy. “Drag him over here.” Bill had a coil of rope around his shoulder, and undid it. Jill watched Bill tie Ted's hands together, and loop the other end over an exposed joist. Bill hoisted Ted to a sanding position. “Strip his pants off.” Jill watched me being stripped naked, feeling helpless and useless to do anything but yell and scream, and she did a lot of that. “Shut up, bitch or I’ll slit his throat.” He pulled a box cutter from his back pocket and held it to Ted's throat. Jill watched as Bill turned him around so his back was to Sally and Jill. They watched in horror as Bill placed his Billy club to Ted's anus and began shoving it up me. He pounded it into my bowels. Blood seeped down my legs. Jill threw up. Sally sat down on the floor and closed her eyes, sobbing.
With the club still lodged up Ted's anus, Bill turned him around again. “Now for the finale.” Jill, on her knees and retching watched as Bill raised Ted's penis and put the knife to it. He delivered a wicked smile. “Nooooo,” wailed Jill. Sally opened her eyes in shock to see what her former lover was doing.
Bill’s buddy blanched. “Hey, Bill, come on man, that’s not cool. Don’t do that to another human being. You made your point. We gotta get Jeff to the hospital, man. His leg is fucked up bad.”
“Don’t fucking tell me what to do.” But he reconsidered for a moment. Jill looked on, hopeful until Bill grabbed Ted's balls by the sac and put the knife to it. He slowly slit the sac in the middle from bottom to top. Blood gushed out in a torrent, down his legs and onto the floor, where it pooled.
“Okay, Now let’s get out of here," Bill said. They carried their buddy up the steps and out of the house.
They were still on the steps when Jill grabbed a hand towel from the sink and ran to hold it to Ted's mutilated genitals. “Sally, call 911! Now!” She did, describing the mutilation and blood loss.
“They’re on their way.” She came over to help. “Should we pull that club out of him?”
“No! He might bleed to death even faster than he already is.” Jill began to panic. “I can’t stop the bleeding. This towel is getting soaked with blood. Shit!” she yelled in frustration. She began sobbing. She applied even more pressure to the wound.
“We need to cut him down,” Sally suggested. “Lie him flat, or elevate the wound.” Before Jill could answer, they heard a siren. It drew close quickly. “I’ll go meet them.”
“Tell them to fucking hurry, Sally.”
Fifteen long seconds later, two cops ran down the steps followed by a hysterical and sobbing Sally. They took the scene in. The female cop cut the rope with a knife she had and the male cop gently lay Ted down on his side. He took the towel from Jill, who knelt, shaking in fear and shock. The cop inspected the wound and pressed the towel back in place. “Call for back up. Who did this,” the cop demanded, looking at each of the girls suspiciously.
Jill said, “I have the video of it all on my cell phone.” The cop glared at her. “Hey, it wasn’t us, if that’s what you’re thinking.” More sirens approached. What a fucking nightmare. Her neighbors, her parents, all this will come out. Ted lay there dying. “Oh Christ!” Jill wailed, breaking down. Sally knelt by her and wrapped her arms around Jill.
Two paramedics and two more cops tromped down the steps double time. The paramedics, one male, one female took over. They loaded Ted on a stretcher and he and a male cop quickly carried him upstairs to the ambulance. “I have to go with him,” Jill announced.
“Whoa, young lady, you and your friend aren’t going anywhere. Now, tell me what in hell happened here.”
Jill raised a hand to the officer and retreated to find her phone. With trembling fingers, she pushed the right buttons and brought up the video. Thank god she had the presence of mind to record it, the phone placed on the desk. The three cops watched. One of the men blanched and looked away. The other two grimly saw it to the end. “Who are these, these people who did this?”
And there it was, Jill thought. She glanced at Sally. She was ashen faced. Jill took a deep breath and slowly exhaled. Before they could form an answer, the cop said, “Okay. Let’s go. Cuff ‘em and take them to the precinct.” More tears exploded from Jill and Sally’s eyes.
Three hours later, Jill sat at the table in the interrogation room numb from answering questions. Sally, in another room, must feel the same way. She had no idea on Ted’s condition, after pleading with the cops numerous times to tell her. The detective appeared satisfied, having reentered the room, probably comparing notes with another detective in charge of Sally’s testimonial. “Okay, you’re free to go. We have an APB out on these three. If you hear from them, you must contact us immediately.” Jill nodded dully and met Sally coming out of her room.
They embraced in a long hug. They both said at the same time, “This is all my fault.” Jill said no, it is my fault with that stupid sex club idea. Sally said “It wasn’t your fault. It was Bill’s.” “Come on, we gotta get to the hospital,” Jill said. “We don’t have a car, so we have to call a cab. Better call your folks. Them I’ll call mine.” Cops were still at her house probably, when her parents arrived back home from shopping. Jill groaned. Outside, waiting on the cab, Jill called her folks with Sally’s phone, hers in the hands of the cops. She explained as best she could that she was fine, but Ted was in the hospital because that asshole Bill who was drugged up beyond all comprehension, and that they were on their way to the hospital. Her parents were too relieved she and Sally were okay to be upset at the circumstances at their house.
(To be continued.)
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