I was heading for my next rendezvous with a little Lush friend. My first encounter had been more than worth the whole trip, but I was going to be making myself and many other little cupcakes as happy as I could until the money started running out. So I was heading for Alabama for some southern hospitality and some good old southern fucking. I hoped.
I was taking my time. I wanted to be strong and full of spunk whenever I encountered my Lush friends. There was no rush. All in good time. I stopped for the day early and relaxed in my motel room after taking in the sights of the rather small city I was in. Not a lot to see but I did love the geography of my country. Finally, after dining at a local diner I went to my room and had a good rest.
Two days later I arrived in the southern Alabama town where Gretchen lived. As always, I was in touch and she would be expecting me. As I drove up to her modest little bungalow I was impressed by how well kept it was. Lovely home and I hoped a lovely little Lush cupcake. It was late in the afternoon as I walked up the brick walkway to her porch, with its swing and decorative flower pots along all the railings, in anticipation of the spring weather soon to come.
Gretchen greeted me at the front door with her southern charm, but she had a man by her side. Lush profiles may not always tell the whole story. I had chatted and cybered with Gretchen many times. Never had a husband or relationship with a man been mentioned. But he was gracious, too. We shook hands and I was ushered in.
We spent the next hour getting acquainted in real life. This was, indeed, her husband Roger and he had no problems with her spending all the time she wanted on Lush. In fact, he encouraged it. I was getting the vibe that Roger was a bit of a sub, and Gretchen was a Domme in this relationship. Not that she had ever played that with me. She was well aware that I didn't go that way. I was always in charge, allowing my little cupcakes to do as they pleased as long as it pleased me too. And I had never had one complaint that they had not been fully satisfied by my efforts.
I do believe I was the one factor in Gretchen's life that allowed her to let down her guard and just be sexually happy without any of the games some BDSMs felt they had to play. I was just good old-fashioned fucking and sucking, and no strings attached. But what were we going to do today, here and now? That was the question.
Anyway, we had a great meal of chicken fried steak, with mashed potatoes and gravy, and corn on the cob. Plenty of sweet tea, too. Good southern cooking with nice southern folk. I learned that it had all been prepared by Roger. I looked forward to more of his cooking and I was looking forward to the fucking.
After supper we relaxed awhile and then Gretchen rose, took me by the hand, and led me into the large master bedroom with its huge bed. I saw a cabinet on one wall and I knew what it probably held. We might use some of the stuff in there, and we might not. I would see how the night progressed.
"Are you okay with Roger being here, maybe joining in?"
"No problems at all little Gretchen, but you know I don't do dick, right? I'm a pussy man."
"Can he play with you, Peter? Just a little?"
"That's great, cupcake. He can play with my cock all he wants. And you better!"
So we all peeled off our clothes. Roger was hard already with a five incher bobbing up and down. Mine was definitely hard and getting harder as I looked at Gretchen's sweet, shaven pussy. Her hair was auburn and came to her shoulders. It was wavy. Her body was not as full as Cindy's had been, but I loved all women. Gretchen had small pointed tits with pink nipples. She had curves with pale skin and I loved that. And her legs were so fine. She must have studied ballet down here in Alabama.
I was standing in the middle of the room when they both converged on me. Gretchen knelt before me with her sweet green eyes looking up with a sort of supplication. I smiled to reassure her that she would get what she needed. Then I felt Roger behind me. His hands were spreading my ass checks and then his tongue started working on my anus. He was certainly enjoying himself. I was too. I loved rim jobs. I didn't give a damn if it was a guy doing it.
Gretchen began worshipping my cock with her hands. She was stroking it and licking the head to get all that good pre-cum seeping out. My balls were large and hanging low. She bent over and began licking and loving them. She sucked one in and rolled it around, then she did the same with the other. As I said in the last chapter, I was keeping it all clean shaven down there. The girls seemed to enjoy that, especially when they were shaven too. My cock was twitching with anticipation.
Roger's tongue was fucking my ass hole. That was nice. It made me harder still. Gretchen was holding my cock while she licked it and nibbled on it as if it were an ice cream treat. Her tongue went up one side of my shaft and down the other. Then, with her saliva lubricating it, she started jacking it with both little hands. All the while she was licking the head harder and harder. Finally, she needed to be face fucked. She look up and said, "Feed me your cock, Peter. Fuck me please. Make me gag with your cum."
All the while Roger's tongue was tossing my salad. I could get into this more often. Now I started thrusting my prick into Gretchen's tightly sucking mouth. It was like a pussy with teeth! Her tongue kept working hard as I fucked her face holding onto her auburn hair with both hands and forcing her to take more and more down her throat. Damn, this was good fucking! At last it was time. I was shooting wads and strings of spunk into her throat and she was choking and swallowing at the same time. Her eyes were watering as they gazed up into mine with such loving adoration. That girl loved cock.
She proved it again after taking all of mine, because Roger must have been jerking all this time. When she had cleaned me out she scrambled behind me. I turned and Roger was on the floor and Gretchen was pumping up and down on his cock and sucking all his cum, just as she had done mine. Then she kissed him and gave him all his cum back along with some of mine. How sweet!
That had been great fun, but I was tiring. I wanted to get some rest. "Daddy, would you like to sleep here with us tonight? It would be fun.