Chapter III- Linda and Cindy
I called Cindy at work that evening, and asked her if she was still ready to squeal like a pig. She said yes, and to pick her up in the parking lot at eleven thirty. I picked her up, on schedule, and we went out for a drink or three before getting to the main event. As we were driving to one of our favorite spots, down on the lake, Cindy surprised me by pulling out a small cigarette box with several joints already rolled. She asked if I minded, and was in turn surprised when I said I would join her. What with the smoke and the alcohol, I was getting really horny, and looking forward to Cindy’s tight little asshole. She had some other ideas.
When we got parked at the lake, Cindy already had my dick out of my pants, and was jacking a little on it. I moved over in the seat to give her better access, and was pleasantly surprised when she opened her mouth and started to go down on me. I placed my hand on the back of her head, and gently, so as not to ruin anything, started to push her head up and down, just a little deeper each time. This went on for a few minutes, then, as always, Cindy quit sucking. Looking up, she said, “You may have to help me take it all the way the first time, or few times. Like you did when you got my ass for the first time. Just hold me down and make me take it.”
Well, OK, if that’s the way you want it. I gently pushed her sucking mouth back on my hard member, and continued with my easy up and down, deeper on each stroke, motion. After Cindy got almost three quarters of my length down her mouth, I could feel the back of her throat, and she started to resist some. I eased up, letting her take what she was comfortable with for a few more strokes, then gently pushed her head down further until I felt the back of her throat again. This time, she took a few more strokes before starting to resist, and I eased up again. Then, she increased the depth of her own up and down motion, and made an effort to take more of my dick down her throat. By this time, I could hold back no longer, so I grabbed the back of her head and shoved as hard as I could, and spurted a massive load of cum down her throat. I don’t know if she gagged, or choked, or swallowed hard, but something that she did caused me to spurt again, and I was completely drained, laying back against the pickup door.
Cindy crawled out of the truck, and got two beers out of the ice chest in the back. She opened them with the opener on the ice chest, handed one to me, and lit another joint. We smoked the joint and drank beer, and finally, Cindy started to talk.
“I don’t know why I never did that for you before. I know you wanted me to, and I didn’t mind doing a partial, but the idea of somebody squirting cum in my mouth just grossed me out. Somebody else did it to me once, forced me, and I’ve hated the idea since. With somebody I want to cum in my mouth, it’s not too bad, but I think you will have to “help” me for a few more times. But I will do it for you, anytime you want me to, now.”
I said that now that she had started, she had better be ready for more. She grinned and nodded, and as if to prove it, took my flaccid dick in her hand, pumped it a few times, and went down on me some more. I started to get hard again, and we de-assed the truck for a blanket on the ground. Cindy dug in her oversized purse, and produced the “Ass Blisterer”. Then she got on her hands and knees, and stuck her ass up in the air. I willingly proceeded to smack first one cheek, then the other, sometimes getting low on her chubby thighs and producing loud yelps. She wanted a time out, and when I paused, went to her oversized purse once more and produce a tube of KY jelly.
“For when you are ready to use it,” she said. Then she resumed her head down, ass up, hands and knees position, and wiggled her ass at me!