I just nodded.
And then she asked me, “Do you have any plans for tomorrow?”
“Not really, why?”
Brad’s going fishing with Junior, and I know Tina will be at the hospital. We have an apartment. You should come over for lunch. I know you don’t get much home cooking.”
I considered her offer. She was right about me not having home cooking very often, so I said, “Okay, I’ll ask Tina.”
Ellen started laughing and didn’t stop for half a minute. When she’d composed herself, she put her hand on my thigh, and looking right at me said, “Jake, you’re one of us now. You don’t have to ask for Tina’s permission to visit one of us, or go somewhere with us, or even to fuck us. Once you’re in, you’re in. And you’re in. But go ahead and ask her if you feel the need. She’ll tell you the same thing.”
That said, Ellen gave me a warm kiss on the cheek and then went back to join the others. Within seconds, Tina came over and stood in front of me with her hands on her hips, “I understand you have something to ask me.”
I felt my face flush with embarrassment, “Uh, Ellen invited me over for lunch tomorrow and–”
“Jake!” She stopped me. “I thought you understood what today is all about. I don’t own you, and you don’t own me. We can be totally committed to each other emotionally, and I believe we are. I know I am. If it makes you feel better, we can agree to always tell each other if we’re going to be with someone else in the group. But Jake, I will never ask your permission, and it will irritate the shit out of me if you ever ask for mine. Are we clear?”
Ouch, I felt like I’d just been spanked. “Yes, Ma’am.”
Her expression and body language softened, “Good, now if you want my opinion, I think you should definitely take Ellen up on her lunch offer. She’s a great cook.” She bent and gave me a warm kiss on the lips and then turned and returned to her friends.
The whole thing was just too surreal. They all just stood around talking and laughing as if they were any other people in the park. I couldn’t look at them though, without thinking about the secret lurking just below the surface. They all had permission to fuck each other anytime they wanted without their boyfriend or girlfriend caring or getting jealous. In fact, it was encouraged. That just boggled my mind.
During lunch, it was easier for me to interact with the group. I found them to be really fun to be with, and it was clear they were all great friends. After lunch and cleaning up, as if it was some kind of ritual, each of the girls gave me another passionate kiss, and each of the guys gave me a man hug.
“That wasn’t so terrible, was it?” Tina asked me on the drive back to her house.
“No, not at all.” I answered honestly. “They are all great.”
“And fun.” She added. “We always have a blast, regardless of what we’re doing.”
“I don’t have any trouble believing that.”
* * *
I was mildly surprised but not shocked when Ellen answered my knock on her door totally naked. She was a cute brunette, probably five six and trim with what I guessed were B cup breasts. She had very pronounced dark nipples, and a beautiful all over tan.
After hugging me and giving me a warm kiss on the lips, she told me, “Get comfortable. You can put your clothes over there.”
I knew there was fifty percent chance nudity would be the attire of the day, so I’d already prepared myself mentally for being naked with her. I undressed and found her in the kitchen.
What I didn’t expect when I rounded the corner, was to see the girl I remembered as Jill standing there naked, a fifth of Jack Daniel’s in one hand, a Coke in the other, and a naughty grin on her face.
Jill was taller, perhaps five nine or ten with shoulder length sandy blonde hair. She was also trim and fit and also had a beautiful all over tan. Her breasts were quite a bit larger than Ellen’s, closer to Tina’s D cups, with very long pale pink nipples and very large areolas.
“I’d love to, but I’m driving. Do you have a beer?”
“Don’t worry.” Ellen said. “We’ll make sure you get home safely. Go ahead and indulge. It’ll help you relax.”
And with that, Jill immediately began mixing me a drink. When it was ready, and she’d handed it to me, Ellen said, “Lunch will be another thirty minutes. Jill honey, why don’t you take our guest into the living room and give him a blowjob to help him relax?”
I almost dropped my drink. Her tone sounded more like she’d just said, “Jill, honey, why don’t you give Jake the nickel tour of the apartment”.
Jill giggled and half squealed, “Ooooo yeah, I’d love to. C’mon Jakee.”
The apartment had an open floor plan, and on our way around the counter, I said loud enough for both of them to hear, “Just so you know, I hate the name Jakee.”
Jill stopped in her tracks, “Oh, I’m so sorry. It’s just that I heard Marli call you that.”
“Yeah, I know. I haven’t told her yet that I don’t care for it.”
She showed me a pout, “It won’t happen again, I promise.”
“No worries.” I said, letting her off the hook. After all, she was about to give me a blowjob, ha ha ha.
“Standing or sitting?” Jill asked me.
“Which do you prefer?” I put it on her.
“Standing, if you don’t mind.”
Again, it was all too surreal. I’d only met her the day before, and we hadn’t said more than a dozen words to each other. Now, I was standing naked in front of her discussing the impending blowjob like it was “What kind of movie do you prefer, comedy, drama, or action?”
The only thing separating the living room from the kitchen was the counter. Ellen and I could see each other. Jill was already on her knees and had just taken my semi hard cock into her mouth. Ellen showed me a smile, “Enjoy Jake, all the guys say she’s really good . . . her and Tina. But Tina can do that one thing none of the rest of us can do. Has she shown you her little trick yet?”
She might as well of just asked, “Tina’s a great cook. Has she made you her meatloaf yet?”
“Uh yeah . . . the first time I stayed the night.”
“It’s special, isn’t it?” Ellen asked without looking up from what she was chopping on the counter.
“I’d vote yes on special.”
“Yeah, I’ve seen her do it several times. I don’t know how she does it.” She said, and again without looking up.
My head was about to explode. I was standing there, getting a blowjob from a practical stranger, and having a conversation with another practical stranger like we were talking about the weather.
And then Ellen asked, “Jill, honey, do you want your usual Italian Dressing on your salad, or Jake’s cum?”
Jill pulled her mouth off my cock long enough to say, “Ha Ha, very funny.” And then she went right back to work on my now fully erect cock.
“What kind of salad dressing for you, Jake?”
I shrugged, “I don’t care. Anything.”
Ellen laughed out loud. “Sorry, my bad! Of course you don’t care right now, honey. I’ll ask you again after Jill is finished.” And she laughed again.
Ellen had been right. Jill was very good. She could take my full length easily and with no hint of a gag. And she wasn’t in a hurry. She would switch between sucking me and licking up and down my cock, and then back to sucking me. It was easy to tell she was enjoying it as much as I was . . . well, almost.
I took another sip of my drink. A funny thought crossed my mind. How cool would it be if I had a drink in one hand and a cigar in the other? Now that would be cool. Sip, Puff, Puff, “That’s it, Scarlet, suck my hard cock” Sip, Puff, Puff. Ha Ha Ha.
Jill was really taking her time, so much so that my legs were getting tired. She must have been working on me for almost thirty minutes. Finally, Ellen spoke up, “Jill, honey, time to stop playing and finish him. Lunch is ready, and I need you to help me set the table.
Jill took my cock out of her mouth, “Yes, Ma’am.” And she went right back to working on my cock, this time with more pressure, and her hand joined in, stroking my cock into her mouth.
No more than two minutes later, my legs tensed. Jill moaned onto my cock and I began shooting my load into her mouth. I could feel my cum in her mouth and see it on my cock when she pulled off some and then went back down on me.
She didn’t stop until I was totally shriveled up, and then she got to her feet, showed me a closed lip smile, and went into the kitchen to help Ellen. I sat back on the sofa, which was already covered with towels, and watched them set the table in the dinning nook.
“Anything I can do to help?” I called out.
“What kind of salad dressing?” Ellen asked again with a chuckle.
“Do you have anything spicy?”
“Only spicy ones I have are Spicy Thousand Island and spicy Italian”.
“Spicy Thousand Island would be perfect!” I told her.
When the table was set, Ellen called me over. I sat across from Jill, and Ellen sat on the end. “Jake, Jill has something to show you.”
I looked over at Jill. She opened her mouth enough that I could see it was still full of my cum. She raised her eyebrows a couple of times and started swirling her tongue around in her mouth. My cock twitched.
“Honey, it’s time to quit playing with his cum and swallow it so you can eat.” Ellen told her.
Her tone was such that she might just as well have said to a child, “Quit picking at your food and eat.”
Jill swallowed, “Yes, Ma’am”.
Ellen looked at me and shook her head, “She would keep it in her mouth all day if we let her.”
Jill defended herself, “That’s not as bad as your thing.”
“Jill!” Ellen scolded her. “Jake will learn all those things in due time. Don’t spoil it for him.”
“Oh?” I said to Ellen, showing her a questioning expression.
She shook her head, “Eat. You’ll learn all of our secrets soon enough.”
* * *
After a wonderful lunch of Shrimp Scampi, with Angel Hair pasta, and a great tossed salad, “I need to excuse myself for a minute.” I told them.
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