Liar
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"Call me soon," the message read. Jota gave me her
number, and I picked up the phone and called. I hadn't
spoken to her in ages, and I anticipated a friendly
chat. It was that and much more.

"Special Services," was the way she answered in her
sing-song, slightly hispanic accented voice.

"Oh ho!" I laughed. "I could use some special
services." I loved a double entendre. 

"Hi Clem!" she said, her greeting dripping with sweet
gladness. She was as happy to hear from me as I was to
hear her. It really had been too long. We had been
lovers until she left my company, and a couple times
after that. We should have spoken more frequently, but
I guess we both had moved on.

A few minutes later, after we'd caught up on the most
recent events in our lives, Jota dropped the
bombshell. "You still do that creampie thing?"

"Mmmmm, yes!" I replied with much enthusiasm. Eating
creampies was my favorite sex act. Even more than
making the creampie. "Want me to show you?"

"Actually," she paused, "yes. That is, Tom wants to
see you do it."

I was stunned. Tom was her husband, who she had
essentially left me for. Jota and I had gotten
together when our respective spouses had let us down,
and when Tom reformed "enough" she didn't need me any
more. I had helped her through her rough time, while I
remained in mine.

"No shit?" I asked, and she assured me it was true.
Tom had heard about creampies, and Jota had casually
mentioned she knew a guy who said he liked it. In
short, she had sold me out, telling Tom of my
perversion. She was a sweetheart.

Eventually, Tom had come to want to watch me lick cum
from Jota's draining box. She'd tried to dissuade him,
but he had become obsessed. Now he had sent Jota on a
mission to approach me and inquire if I'd be
interested.

"What does he have in mind?" I asked.

"Well, he wants to have you watch us fuck, then he
wants to watch you clean up," she said.

"That's all?"



"Well, and I told him you might want to suck his cock
in exchange for the pleasure of eating my creampied
cunt." Jota liked to say 'cunt', knowing I preferred
that word for a sluthole. But that word didn't even
register. I had focused on the idea that she had
billed me as an avid cocksucker.

"Say what?" I said, my stomach flipflopping so much it
was in my throat.

"Yeah, I knew you'd want to taste his cock before he
fucked me, so I told him that." If she could have seen
me, she would have been puzzled by ashen look on my
face. I knew why that was so.

About forever ago, I had told her of my bisexual
fantasies, and how I'd wanted to put my curiosity to
rest by actually sucking a cock. She always brought it
up whenever we met later on, asking if I'd ever done
it. Eventually, I felt like a coward for not doing it.
How long would I resist knowing for sure if I was
really bi?

So, I had lied. I had told her I had done it. When she
pressed for details, I made them up. I loved sucking
my first guy so much, having him deep in my throat,
cumming hard on my tongue and gobbling down jizz. I
loved it so much that I had done it several times, and
had become a cock slut, letting guys throat fuck me
before they fucked their wives or girlfriend. I just
loved laying back, letting them use my mouth like a
cunt, their balls smacking my face, coughing up
saliva. I loved it, I had assured her, on more than
one occasion. So much so that once or twice I had
enjoyed strictly gay sex, knobbing strange guys until
I felt them squirt in my mouth.

With such an outrageous lie, there was every reason
for her to think I'd love polishing Tom's knob before
he pumped a gallon of cum into Jota. But, everything
I'd said was a lie! I still hadn't mustered the
cajones to suck dick. Now, I was too ashamed to admit
it.

"Wow, that sounds so fucking awesome," I lied again.

"Oh yeah! And, he says that if it isn't too freaky, he
wants to watch you fuck me too."

Now, I honestly can say that sounded sweet. Jota has
an awesome pussy, tight and barely covered with light
fuzz. I was excited, frankly, by the notion that I
could fuck her again and that it would sloppy seconds.

"And I might have said something you may not like,"
she said.

"What's that?" I asked, wondering how anything she
said would put me in a worse position.

"I told him that you might like having him assfuck you
while you clean your cum out of me."

"You did not," I said. My cheeks were red.

"I did. And he thought he might be able to, if you
really wanted him to do it." She paused, and the
telephone line transmitted nothing but static. "You
haven't been manfucked yet, have you?" she asked,
guessing what the silence meant.

"No," I told her. It wasn't that I hadn't been fucked
in the ass. I had... by strap-ons. In fact, Jota had
taken my cherry long ago. Since then, several lovers
had strapped it on and made me moan and cum. A
willingness to take me that way was one of the things
I required from a lover. "I'm still a virgin," I
murmured.

She laughed, knowing it wasn't true. "A virgin?" She
chuckled over the line. "Well, if you want to finally
have a man do it, Tom might be willing. He can't say
until the moment, because he feels weird about it."

Not as weird as me, I assured her. After that, we
talked a little about schedule, and how to make it
happen. I half wanted to delay it as long as possible,
make the timing impossible to achieve so that I
wouldn't have to taste Tom's cock. However, the other
half of me was more than excited at the idea. We hung
up the line after making further plans.

This was shocking indeed. What trouble my lies were
getting me into!

Thank God, our meeting wasn't put off for weeks. Jota
and Tom, once they had decided to do something, didn't
fuck around. I get Friday afternoons off, Jota doesn't
work in the summer, and Tom is self-employed and can
take off whenever he wants. Accordingly, we set it up
to meet two days later, which was the next Friday
afternoon. If I had more time to second guess myself,
I might have backed out.

I arrived at the hotel, a brand new Marriott in my
part of Houston, just a little after noon. They'd
decided to get a hotel room so we could be assured of
no interruptions. They actually had spent the night in
the hotel, relaxing and preparing. When I got there, I
was neither relaxed nor prepared.

Jota met me at the door, wearing a terrycloth robe.
She kissed me deeply, and I was uncomfortably aware of
Tom in my peripheral vision. He was watching us. But
when I turned to greet him and shake his hand, he was
smiling and handed me a glass of Bailey's on the
rocks. Bailey's was perfect: a little kick but not too
much, and no overpowering sense of alcoholism that my
wife may detect when I got home.

"You look great," I told Jota.

"Doesn't she?" Tom agreed. She did. She had lost a
little weight, and was tan from having nothing to do
but lay in the sun. She was wearing light makeup,
except for her deep red lips. She'd changed her hair
from when I last saw her, cutting into a short mid-ear
length with a shorter buzzed nape, and bangs. I
guessed that their hobby of riding motorcycles had led
her to find a style that would look OK when a helmet
came off, or wouldn't whip her face if she rode
bare-headed.

I sipped my drink and suggested the robe was a bit too
much wardrobe for her. "I'll drop the robe when you
are naked," she grinned.

I was suddenly nervous, as the reality struck me. I
downed my Bailey's and handed Tom the glass. He
refilled it as I undressed. That was pretty quick,
considering my office adopted Casual Fridays. I kicked
my shoes off, pulled my Augusta National shirt over my
head, undid and dropped my Dockers. When I dropped my
underwear, I was nude. Nervous and nude.

Jota smiled, undid her robe, and let it drop. She was
nude as well, and I had barely time to register that
her lightly covered pubes were now hairless before she
covered the distance between us and brought her lips
to mine. She pulled my head down to her shorty height,
and I felt her soft, plush lips on mine. Then I tasted
her sweet breath and our tongues were dancing.

Her hands found my cock and she squeezed me gently,
urging me to grow. In response, I ran my hands all
over her body, giving her gooseflesh, squeezing her
breasts and nipples. My fingers found her nape and I
found the feeling of her bristles fascinating. We
moaned into each other's mouths.

I broke the kiss, our mouths making smacking sounds.
"I want to eat your cunt," I told her, sliding my
fingers between her legs for emphasis. She had
obviously been carefully shaved recently, for there
was not a single bump nor hair to be found. I supposed
that was part of their preparations.

Jota led me to the bed, a luxurious king sized one
with a deep feather comforter and deep feather
mattress pad. She sat on the edge, her rump sinking
into the bed. She spread her legs and looked up at me,
her eyes large and wanton under her bangs. "Eat me,"
she whispered. Talking during sex was new with her,
far as I could tell. She had always liked the "we are
doing something taboo" feeling of quiet sex. I found
her command to be exciting.

Tom came over and stacked for thick pillows under her
back and shoulders, so she could recline and watch
while I serviced her. A quick kiss and I began moving
down, licking and sucking interesting parts as I went.
I could feel the heat of her sex as I approached, and
felt woozy breathing in the heady musky scent she was
emitting.

He abandonment of silent sex wasn't the only change
since we were last together. Where before she had a
modest pussy, pretty and puffy, she now had a ravaged
cunt. Her inner lips were now stretched and pulled,
laying limp like a new butterfly's wet wings. I could
grip them between thumb and forefinger! Too, her canal
was stretched and open, as if she had been gangbanged
all her life.

"You been fucking all night or what?!" I exclaimed,
marveling at how slutty her goodies were.

"More or less," she sighed, as I laid tongue on her
for the first time. "Jerome's been fucking me this
morning, and last night too."

"Who's Jerome?" I asked. Lifting my head to look at
her face. It was flushed with excitement.

"This is Jerome," Tom said. I disengaged from sucking
Jota's juices to look at him. Jerome was a very large
dark dildo, more like my arm than my dick.

"No fucking way," I said in disbelief.

"Yes fucking way," Tom said. He handed me my drink,
and I stepped back to watch. They had practiced this,
obviously, because they worked together. I was amazed
to watch Jota grip her cunt lips, pulling them wide to
stretch her hole open. Tom used one hand to guide the
enormous head to her opening, then pushed it in with
the other. Jota growled like she was experiencing the
most intense pleasure of her life as Jerome filled
her. Her nipples popped out like turkey timers and she
arched her back to take as much as she could. Then Tom
pumped her slowly as she whined in pleasure.

Hot shit! I downed the Bailey's and slid in to suck at
her clit. That set her off immediately, and Tom and I
had to work to stay with her writhing body. He was no
longer fucking her, but she was humping the massive
toy named Jerome, moving up and down to jam it in and
out. No wonder she was stretched out!

Tom pulled it out, and after marveling at her gaping
cavity for a few moments, I dove in to suck her honey
and chew her clit. I would call her hyper-sexed,
because I merely had to lick and suck for a minute,
sliding in two fingers to feel her stretched hole,
before she cried out and came. I was surprised at how
her pussy practically burped juices. She was an older
lady, and had formerly had a problem with vaginal
dryness. Not any more! She was juicier than a teen
slut.

Seriously, it was no more than fifteen minutes after
my arrival until Jota was laying there, wasted by a
heavy orgasm. She was glorious to behold, mouth open
and sucking air, chest heaving, nipples distended,
cunt gaping and oozing yet more sap, throbbing from
time to time. I turned to Tom and told him he was a
lucky man.

"Don't I know it?" he grinned, seemingly pleased that
another guy was so into his wife. He climbed onto the
bed and began to kiss her even though she wasn't able
to return the kisses yet. It was a sensual, sexy time
for Tom and Jota, and I was a bit embarrassed to be
sharing it with them.

I deflated as I tried not to watch, until Jota
murmured to me. "Climb on up here and let me watch
you." I was momentarily confused until Jota told Tom
to strip and lay back. My stomach lurched as he pulled
off the only clothes he was wearing, a pair of shorts
and a t-shirt. He looked at me, slightly worried, as
he laid on his back. Jota rolled on to her side, her
head on his stomach, prepared to watch me suck her
husband.

Here's a secret about men: we too check out size on
guys. Yeah, we are subtle about it, because we don't
really want to know. But we do want to know, too. We
want to know how we compare. Years ago, at a company
party, I had sized up Tom when he pulled himself out
of the water after swimming. I had thought he must be
on the largish size, and now I knew I was right.

His cock was only partly erect, but it was already
bigger than mine was when I was hard as steel. He had
a swarthy, meaty look to his manhood, with thick wiry
pubic hair that actually covered the lower two inches
of his cock. His head was large and round, his peehole
pouty and slightly oozing precum. His sack was saggy,
with large oval balls. It didn't take much to imagine
his nuts covered with juices and smacking on her as he
fucked that sloppy pussy of hers.

Now it was the time for me to buck up and face the
consequences of being a big fat liar. Now it was time
to taste my first dick, the dick of an old friend. I
was learning a tough lesson.

It took willpower to slide onto the bed, and to touch
his cock as if I were a pro. I controlled my temporary
revulsion as I took his dickhead into my mouth and
sucked a little. He tasted of stale, sweaty dick,
faintly tinged with urine and precum. He smelled of
crotch musk, and he gave off dickheat that warmed my
entire mouth. I was a little surprised, because I had
assumed he would taste like my arm. That's what all
the books said, after all. He'd taste like my arm,
because his dick was just skin and muscle, like my
arm. It was true enough, but it tasted as if I had
been refereeing soccer outside for several hours in
the beating sun, and only then tasted my sweaty,
muscular arm.

It wasn't gross or anything, merely surprising.

I had done research in the past two days, watching all
the blowjob videos I had stashed away. I had put
myself in the sucktresses' high heels, learning how it
was these "pros" gave head. I had one or two bi
videos, and I watched these with particular interest.
I could do this, I had decided. I could suck cock, for
real.

And, it worked. It was arousing... to both Tom and
Jota. I felt Tom grow in my mouth, throbbing as I
sucked and bobbed. I heard Jota moan as she watched,
stage whispering about how fucking hot it was to watch
me suck her man so enthusiastically. And that was a
truth too. Once I did it a little, I got into being a
cocksucker.

Jota grabbed my hair and pushed me deep onto his
prong. She remembered how I could deepthroat a dildo,
and forced me to take him into my throat. She held me
there while I swallowed and milked his dick, then
pulled me up and off so that a string of stickly
saliva was all that connected we two men. Then she
repeated it, then she forced me to bob.

I heard Tom moan, and I looked up to see his head
thrown back and his mouth open. His cock was hard now,
and he was loving it. I felt a sense of pride, and a
desire to feel his cock exploding in semen in my
mouth. But that wasn't the plan.

"Baby, I need to fuck you before I cum," he groaned.

"Yeah, you gotta cum in me," she moaned. Her eyes were
totally lust-filled, turned on by watching me suck her
husband. Or maybe she found watching her husband being
blown by another dude arousing. Either way, she needed
to be fucked.

I sat back and watched Tom slide his meat into Jota.
He didn't need to go slow, since Jerome had opened her
completely. He just pushed in to the hilt and began
stroking with long full strokes. Jota was on her back,
legs up and crooked to give him deep access. His balls
were smacking wetly into her ass, her stretched canal
still draining her natural lubrication.

I watched them go at it, again feeling like an
outsider to a private moment. But then Jota hooked a
finger at me, and held out her hands. I moved over and
she pulled me into a kiss while Tom whipped her
honeypot into a bubbling cuntjuice frappe. Her tongue
was aggressive, fucking my mouth.

Tom soon began breathing hard through his nose, and he
pressed down on Jota's thighs, forcing her wide open.
I turned to look, because I could hear the sloppy
pumping, but she gripped my hair tightly and ground
her plump lips on mine. It felt like she had three
inches of tongue in my mouth, a very odd feeling for
me. I was unused to being so very dominated in the
kissing, but I went with the flow.

Suddenly, Jota pushed my head away. "Look at your
fucking meal," she growled, nudging my head towards
her pussy. Tom was leaning over her still, panting
hard. His body glistened from the excitement and
effort. He heaved himself up, and I saw his nipples
were hard through his graying hairy chest. I wanted to
look away, because I was oddly attracted to his body.
I guess there were pheromones floating around like
craaaazy, and the crazy situation was giving me crazy
thoughts.

Focusing on Jota's cunt, I watched as he pulled out.
His dick was still semi-erect, and coated with
creampie so that it resembled hand lotion. He looked
at me, obviously wanting me to clean him, but not sure
of the protocol on how to ask. Again my stomach flip
flopped, but I crawled over and took him straight into
my mouth.

His cock was hot, heated from fucking and the flow of
blood that had filled it. But even more noticeable was
the sticky coating that rubbed onto my lips and
tongue. That was his cum, I realized suddenly. I was
eating another guy's sperm. I moaned with the thought,
overcome with the sheer nastiness of it.

"Oh God," Tom moaned. "I wish you would do this baby,"
he told Jota. Of course, she disliked giving head and
certainly disliked sperm in her mouth. She wouldn't
clean his dirty prick, no way. The reinforced the
nastiness of it, resulting in me moaning again.

"C'mon, cocksucker," Jota said, impatient tone in each
syllable. "Come clean me."

I turned to look at her, and was awestruck. The dildo
called Jerome had stretched her open, so that she was
literally gaping. Into her dark cave Tom had pumped a
load of his cream. Now, her stretched soaked hole was
oozing creampie already, her clit popping out so that
I could see it from two feet away.

Not one to disappoint, I let myself fall towards her
crotch, planting my mouth directly on her gooey cunt.
Jota and I both groaned as my tongue slid effortlessly
into her gash. She was so loose and lubed, it was like
swirling my tongue in pudding! I actively sucked once
or twice, and creampie oysters slid out, intact. I
rolled Tom's sticky cum over my tongue, savoring it.
Now, this was one chore I loved! The fact it was
another man's cream sure added to the pleasure.

I sucked and licked Jota for twenty minutes, trying
hard to get her close to orgasm but only so close. I
didn't want her to cum yet. The result was that she
was thrashing on the bed every five minutes, and Tom
had to keep her hands from rubbing her clit to bring
on her orgasm.

Finally, I turned to Tom and told him I had to fuck
Jota. "Go for it," he smiled.

Jota smiled too as I pushed my cock into her swamp.
I'd only had sloppy seconds once, when I had managed
to regain my erection and put it to use. That was no
where near as sloppy as Jota was now, having been
opened by Jerome and then slimed. The soft wetness of
her inside was very different... exciting. I prepared
to cum, and hard.

"Roll over on your back," Jota told me, stopping my
rapid progress to orgasm. I did as she asked, and she
looked me frankly in the eyes and said, "after you
cum, I am going fucking grind my pussy on your fucking
face." Along with her new nasty desire to be stretched
by a huge dildo, she'd also adopted a potty mouth like
I'd never seen. Aging was agreeing with her!

She pulled herself off me, then turned around, impaled
herself on me, and leaned back a little. "Hold me up,"
she told me, and I supported her back as she began to
hump me reverse cowgirl while rubbing her clit. It
became apparent why she changed positions when Tom
produced a digital camera and started taking snaps.

She found release before I did, but only moments
before. Her pussy actually clamped on me pretty well,
given how she'd fucked something the size of my arm.
She started slapping her pussy, which felt pretty good
to me. When I started to cum, she pushed herself deep
onto me, whining in her own orgasm even while
encouraging mine.

I was still panting when she made good on her
threat/promise. I felt her raise off, and barely had
time to register it and open my eyes before her
steaming twat plopped on my face. I groaned in
excitement, for I just love having my face sat upon.
And, Jota wasn't gentle. Her pussy ground on my mouth
until it formed a seal, and I couldn't breathe. I just
love it that way... suffocation. Soon, her gooey,
dripping cunt was my entire existence. I lived to love
and serve her pussy, and it was a totally symbiotic
relationship.

A few muffled words later, and I felt my ankles being
lifted. Jota grabbed hold, and I realized what was
happening. Tom was hard and was going to use me for
his next orgasm.

Some time later, I don't know how long, I was dressing
after wiping semen from my asshole. It occurred to me
then, that the next time I said I loved sucking cock,
eating creampies, and being assfucked, it would be the
truth. I wouldn't be a liar anymore.