Chapter 6
(Mg, MF, MMF, oral, anal, dp, inc)
Phil finds a friend for a threesome...
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I woke Filly Thursday by flicking her clit with the tip of my talented tongue. She instantly grasped my head and pulled my face hard into her crotch. I nibbled her clit, sucked her inner lips, and tongue fucked her cunt, giving her multiple orgasms before cooking her breakfast and sending her off to school. Then, I woke Billie Jean the same way. Once she was awake, I fucked her, and ate her again.
After breakfast, I headed south. My first stop was Rudy's Butte Store, arriving at the same time as our newspaper distributor. He handed me a copy before filling the rack. He went into the store and handed Jo Momma a copy before heading out to Quicksilver City.
"Where's the Brown story?" Jo Momma asked, obviously disappointed.
"I never intended to publish it. I just wanted to get under his skin and fuck with his head."
"You did that in spades. From what I'm told, he really wigged out. He threatened to fire everybody. His secretary told him that he couldn't do that. He said, who's going to stop me? And she said, I am, asshole. You're fucking fired as of this moment. He laughed at her. She dialed the phone. Said that she just fired Brown, and handed him the phone. The big boss in Houston told him to pack his bags and get the hell out of Dodge."
"I suppose there must have been at least one witness who told you this."
"He called a department head meeting. All of the department heads, the front desk clerk, a bellhop, and two wranglers who were escorting their dudes back to the hotel."
I visited Dangerous Dan's dugout, where Big Boobs Barb served Kahlua spiked cowboy coffee and a reefer.
"I'm cultivating a pot patch," Danny boasted. "Have you met Jeff Smith?"
"No."
"He just moved down here, and he's working at Gil's garage. I was talking to him, and the conversation turned to pot. I happened to mention that I was a good farmer. He said that he had Maui Wowwee seeds and a buyer. My lucky day."
"I don't like him," Barb said. "He's got a rat face and a slimy aura."
"Rat face?" I chuckled.
"Yeah. Kind of pointy, and his two front teeth look like rats teeth. Normally, I don't mind guys staring at my tits. Most of the time, I like it. But, when Jeff looks at them, I feel dirty. Filthy dirty."
"The guy can't help how he looks," Dan boasted. "All men can't be born ruggedly handsome, like yours truly."
Dan was blessed with good looks, and a muscular athletic body that most men would have to work their asses off in a gym to get. He had never been an athlete. He had never worked out. Never lifted weights.
But, he was shortchanged in the brains department. He wasn't stupid, but I'd guess his IQ to be a little below average, or maybe on the lower end of average. He wasn't illiterate, but he didn't read, which contributed to his ignorance. Dangerous Dan's saving graces were his sense of humor, his musical talent, and his likeableness. He was a lovable rogue.
I thanked Dan and Barb for the buzz, and boogied to Quicksilver City, where I interviewed Angie for a personality profile. In addition to her MBA, she was an amateur paleontologist. "The Big Bend is paleontology heaven," she gushed. "There are fossils everywhere. This was a shallow sea at one time. You can find oyster beds in the desert."
Angie Announced that the resort was going to open a dude ranch for youth groups by the beginning of summer. Since the accommodations would be primitive, it would be much more affordable than the resort.
After visiting with the river guides and wranglers, I went to Red's for a late lunch. I was having a burger and a beer at the bar when Buddy Osborne walked in. It was like at first sight. We were old friends who had never met before.
He had just been released from prison after serving 18 months for possession of marijuana. The fact that I was an ex-cop bothered him not at all. We ordered two more beers and moved to a corner table. We were on our third beer when he said, "I haven't had any pussy for a year and a half, and I'm so horny I could honk."
"I might be able to take care of that problem for you," I offered.
"I'm hetero."
"You can fuck my wife."
"Really!?!"
"I'm pretty sure. We've been fantasizing about it. And she's fucked one other guy without me present. She told me that she'd suck any cock I wanted her to suck and fuck anyone I wanted her to fuck."
"No shit?"
"It was fantasy talk. Let's see if she's really into it." We went to the pay phone on Red's porch, and I called the Gazette.
Billie Jean wasn't there. I gave Helen the pay phone number and told her to have my wife call as soon as she came in.
The phone rang less than five minutes later. I picked it up, and had Buddy stand beside me so he could listen in.
"Hello?"
"Phil?"
"Yep."
"What's up?"
"My phallus."
"You called to tell me that you have an erection?"
"Remember telling me the you'd suck any cock I wanted you to suck and fuck anybody I wanted you to fuck?"
"Yes."
"Did you mean it?"
There was a pause before she replied, "Yes. Yes, I meant it. Do you have someone?"
"Yep. Come to the Chihuahuan Desert Resort. The fuckwagon will be parked in front of the room. How soon can you get away?"
"I can leave here in 10 or 15 minutes. What about Felicity?"
"I'll call Charles and tell him to take care of her. Drive carefully. I want you to arrive alive."
"Who is it?"
"I'm not going to introduce him until after he's cum in your cunt and your mouth."
"That is so Hot!"
I hung up, and turned around to see Red standing behind us.
"I heard the phone ring, and didn't know anyone was out here to answer it."
"How about getting us a couple of beers, Red."
"Coming up."
We returned to our corner table, and Red brought two Lone Star long necks. "You're a cuckold?"
"I don't like that word. It has negative connotations. A cuckold is the husband of an unfaithful wife. Billie Jean is not unfaithful. She would never cheat on me. Also, whenever I hear that word, I envision a humiliated, whiny wimpy guy with a bitchy dominant wife. That ain't me."
"So, what are you if you let other men fuck your wife?"
"I haven't thought about a label," I said, thinking of an alternative to ‘cuckold'. "I enjoy making Billie Jean happy. I have never met a woman who enjoys sex as much as she does. She told me stories about her promiscuous hippie days that turned me on. (I didn't mention the incestuous preteen relationship with her older brother). I know she could fuck all night long, and still wear me out."
Red chuckled, "Yeah, I can wear out several men, and be ready for more. In fact, I go to Mardi Gras in New Orleans every year just to get gang banged."
"What would you call yourself?" Buddy asked.
"I don't know. I help her. I assist her. I want to make her happy. Facilitator? Felicitator? Facilitant? Felicitatant?"
"Felicitant," Red said. "I love it. Making her happy."
"Have you and Billie Jean been doing this a long time?"
"No. We've only just begun. She had her second tryst with her first lover around noon today."
"Sergeant Flores?" Red asked.
"You know about it?"
"I have a friend in the sheriff's office, a dispatcher. Flores bragged about it to a couple of his buddies. Of course, they'll think that he's cuckolding you."
"I don't care what they think."
"Good for you."
The pay phone rang, and Red went out to answer it.
"It's for you, Phil!"
I went out onto the porch, and she handed me the phone. "It's your slut wife," she said, just loud enough for me and Billie Jean to hear.
"Hi, Babe," I said. "What's up?"
"Slut wife!?!"
I explained that Red overheard my end of our previous conversation. "She also knows about you and Flores. He bragged about it to a couple of his buddies, and the dispatcher overheard him, and told Red."
"And God knows who else," Billie Jean said. "I'll kick him in the nuts the next time I see him."
"You had to know that he'd have to tell somebody. You are one hot chick."
"Thank you for that."
"Have you changed your mind about coming down and going down on a stranger?"
"No. I called to tell you I'm on my way."
"See you in about 90 minutes."
"Bye, Babe. I love you,"
"Love you too."
I called the hotel and told Charles what we were going to do. "We might not get home until tomorrow morning. Could you take care of Filly?"
"It will be my pleasure."
Buddy followed the Fuckwagon to the motel on his 1976 bicentennial edition Harley Sportster. The owners, Barbara Hobble and Carolyn Little, greeted us at the curio shop/office, took my money and handed me the key to room 1.
"What does Billie Jean drink?" Buddy asked.
"I don't suppose y'all have any Strawberry Hill," I said.
"No," Barbara said. "I think Rudy's Butte Store carries it."
Buddy parked his bike in front of the room, and we went to the store in the Fuckwagon.
Sheila was behind the counter, bitching at Don, who was stocking the shelves. I would learn that they never had a civil discussion. They constantly argued.
"Having a party?" Don asked as we approached the counter with two bottles of Strawberry Hill and a six-pack of 7-Up.
"Celebrating a new friendship," I said.
Buddy said, "John Denver sang about coming home to a place he'd never been before. I feel like I'm reuniting with a partner I never met before."
"You didn't strike me as a wine drinker," Sheila said.
"It's Billie Jean's booze of choice," I said. "And she got me to liking wine coolers. Boone's Farm apple and ginger ale is my favorite."
"She'll be joining your... erm... reunion?" Sheila asked with a note of suspicion in her voice.
"Yep. I'm certain she'll like Buddy as much as I do." I was also certain that Red had blabbed.
Room #1 was directly behind the curio shop.
"No television," Buddy said.
"They'd have to get a satellite dish, which would cost upwards of $10,000. And there's no radio reception during the day. At night, there's KOMA out of Oklahoma City. Fucking country music. So, you need a cassette player for musical entertainment, and a TV and VCR for visual. Don and Sheila rent VHS movies. No porn. "
"This is the middle of nowhere."
"Smack dab in the middle."
"So, what's the drill with you and Billie Jean?"
"This is virgin territory for us. You're our first threesome. As you heard, she said she would suck any cock I wanted her to suck and fuck anybody I wanted her to fuck. I asked her what she would do if I brought a stranger home and told her to suck his cock. The idea turned her on. But we were fantasizing."
"How do you want to do it?"
"I want you to be naked and hard when she walks in. I'll tell her to suck that cock," I said. "I have to tell you, she is the absolute best cocksucker I have ever experienced. She deep throats, and loves having her mouth fucked. You can fuck her mouth like you'd fuck a cunt."
"There's no chance of you or her freaking out on me when reality sets in? Is there?"
"No chance. There is the remote possibility that she could back out at the last moment. If she does, she'll do it before she goes down on you. There will be no freak-outs after the party starts. I'm certain of that."
I opened the drapes so we could watch for Billie Jean's arrival.
"What does she drive?" Buddy asked.
"A red ‘68 Opel GT. Her high school graduation gift."
"The mini Corvette," Buddy chuckled. "I love it."
"Here she comes. Get naked. Stand in front of the door."
Billie Jean knocked. I opened the door. At that moment, Carolyn walked past with an armload of towels. She saw Buddy standing naked, slowly stroking his stiff 7˝ inch banana-curved phallus.
I closed the door. "I told him that you are the finest fellationist in the known universe. Prove it."
She dropped to her knees without hesitation, took his cock into her mouth, and fondled his scrotum as she sucked.
"Fuck my wife's mouth. Ram your cock down her throat. She fucking loves it."
He grasped the back of her head and humped her face. He lasted less than three minutes.
Billie Jean grasped his buttocks, and buried her nose in his pubes as he grunted with each ejaculation. She pulled away after the second cumming, and let him pump cum into her mouth and onto her face.
As soon as he was spent, she stood, and kissed me passionately, pushing some of Buddy's semen into my mouth with her tongue.
"I'll last longer next time," Buddy said. "If there'll be a next time."
"There'll be a next time," Billie Jean whispered.
Then, to me, "I'll do anything you want me to do. Will you do the same for me?"
"You know I will."
Billie Jean grinned and then told me, "Suck your friend's cock and make it hard again so he can fuck me."
I think she may have thought that I'd balk, but I meant it when I'd said I do anything she wanted me to do.
"Don't expect much, Buddy," I said. "I've never done this before."
"Really? Never?"
"You have?"
"Not since junior high. Me and my best friend did it a few times. We started out jacking off together, then jacking each other off. Then sucking each other off. We quit the summer before starting high school. I've never done it since. Had no desire to ever do it again."
"Suck his cock, Phil," Billie Jean said, discarding her blouse and skirt. "Get it hard, so you can watch another man fuck your wife. That's what you want. Isn't it?"
"Yes, Babe. You know I do!"
Buddy's cock quickly tumesced to a full erection in my mouth.
"He's ready."
"How do you want to do it?" Billie Jean asked.
"Missionary."
Billie Jean flopped onto the bed on her back. "Fuck me for my husband. Guide your friend's cock into my cunt Phil."
"This is so fucking hot," Buddy said.
He made it last. He took his time, sliding slowly in and out. He gradually picked up speed, then he'd slow down again.
"How do you like it, Baby?" I asked.
"I love it. He's good. He knows what he's doing.
"Oh, yeah. Fuck me. Give me that cock," Billie Jean moaned.
"How do you like it, Phillip? Do you like watching another man's cock fuck my cunt?"
"I fucking love it. It's even more erotic than I imagined it would be. It's hotter than my hottest dreams.
"Fuck her, Buddy. Fuck my wife. Pound her pussy."
Buddy lost control and rutted like a wild boar, grunting and groaning and moaning.
"Oh God! Yesss! Fuck me! Fuck me harder. Harder! Fuuckkk Meee!"
As soon as he finished cumming, she shoved him off. "Eat me, Phil. Eat my pussy. Lick and suck your Buddy's cum out of my cunt."
I eagerly licked and lapped and sucked his steaming jizz out of my wife's freshly fucked cunt. I did it for her, knowing she would get off to it. To my surprise, I got off to it. I loved it. It made my cock harder than it had ever been.
"Oh, Baby!" Billie Jean exclaimed. "You can't believe how much this turns me on. Watching another man watch you eat his cum out of my cunt right after he fucked me. It's hotter than I ever imagined it could be."
"What about you?" she asked Buddy. "Do you get off to watching my husband clean your cum out of my pussy?"
"Un-fucking-believable! This is wild!"
"Me too, Babe! I love it."
"I'm glad, because I'm going to want you to do it a lot. You've turned me into a fucking slut."
"I want you to be a fucking slut. My fucking slut."
Her body quaked, then went rigid with an intense orgasm.
Before she recovered, I rammed my cock into her cunt and fucked her hard and fast. I kissed her, giving her some of Buddy's cum. It didn't take long to bring her to another intense climax.
Again, I went down on her, hungrily lapping up my own cum.
"Enough! Enough!" she whined. "Too sensitive."
"That was fucking unbelievable!" Buddy excalimed. "Damn!!"
"There's Strawberry Hill and 7-Up in the fridge," I said.
"I don't suppose you have anything to smoke," she said.
"I can go to Dan's dugout, and see if he has some to sell. If not, I'm sure he'll front us a joint or two."
"You want cannabis?" Buddy asked, opening one of his saddle bags and reaching in. "I have something for you." He produced the biggest most beautiful bud I had ever seen. It was about eight inches long, and nearly two inches thick at the base, with glistening purple hairs.
Billie Jean and I gawked in admiration.
He loaded up a pipe, lit it and handed it to Billie Jean.
"It don't take much," Buddy explained. "Take a couple of hits and wait for it to take effect."
"Can you introduce us now?" Billie Jean asked.
"Billie Jean, this is my new friend, Buddy Osborne."
"Oh," Billie Jean laughed. "That's your name. I thought it was just a term of affection."
"Charles Marion Osborne the Third," he explained. "It sounds upper class, but both sides of my family have been blue collar or farmers for generations. I'm told that the antebellum Osbornes had a plantation in Mississippi, but I have my doubts. I've been called Buddy for as long as I can remember."
"Do you have an unfulfilled fantasy?" Billie Jean asked.
"A few," he laughed.
"Is there one I can fulfill?"
He hesitated and blushed.
"Don't be shy."
"Anal," he whispered.
"Anal?"
He nodded.
"I haven't been butt-fucked in a while," she said. "Neither of my husbands have been into it. Steve never asked, and Phil has a strong aversion to feces. He doesn't want to get shit on his dick. He washes his hands before he pisses."
"You'll do it!?!" Buddy asked, surprised.
"What can I say? I'm a fucking slut."
"Could you lubricate Buddy's cock with your saliva, Phillip?"
"Sure. But don't expect me to clean-up afterward."
"I don't."
I gave Buddy's phallus a slobbery suck before guiding it into my wife's anus.
"Go slowly," Billie Jean instructed.
He eased it in to the hilt, and stopped.
"Fuck me."
He started out slowly, gradually picking up speed. Billie Jean coordinated her movements with his.
"Fuck her, Buddy. Fuck my wife in the ass."
He grasped her hips and fucked her hard and fast, grunting and groaning.
"Fuck, yeah! Fuck my ass. Fuck me hard!"
It was so hot! Watching my wife being cornholed was incredibly erotic. I had seen hetero and homo sodomy in porn flicks, and wasn't aroused.
"Fuck my mouth, Baby!"
Billie Jean got cock from both ends.
Buddy and I came almost simultaneously.
"Jesus fucking Christ," Billie Jean sighed, rolling over onto her back. "That was wild. Next time, I want one in my cunt and one in my ass."
"It might take me a while to recover," Buddy said.
"I'm starving," Billie Jean said.
"Let's try out El Cuevo," I said. It was a restaurant/night club built in a cave, on the banks of Coyote Creek, halfway between Rudy's Butte and Quicksilver City.
We showered together, dried each other, dressed and went to El Cuevo in the Fuckwagon. Billy Jean and Buddy canoodled beside me all the way there.
"Keep your eyes on the road and your hands on the wheel, Phil. We want to arrive alive."
A hand-painted poster on the door announced:
2-NITE
DANGEROUS DAN
&
THE LOST BOYS BAND
We were finishing up our meal when Dangerous Dan and the Lost Boys arrived and set up.
The band did mostly ‘50s & ‘60s rock ‘n' roll covers. They also performed Dan's own outlaw ballads, along with Townes Van Zandt's "Pancho & Lefty."
We took our drinks out to the large patio overlooking Coyote Creek and sat a table near the edge.
The band played a slow song.
"May I have this dance?" Buddy asked, standing and extending his hand.
Billie Jean took his hand, and they moved a few feet away from the table. My wife was soon rubbing her body against him. He looked questioningly at me. I smiled and nodded. They moved sensually against each other.
Soon, the dance floor was crowded. Billie Jean and Buddy danced through three songs in a row before returning to the table. There was an obvious bulge in Buddy's jeans. He made no effort to hide it.
Billie Jean and I danced to an excellent version of "Rockin' Pneumonia and the Boogie Woogie Flu." Her gyrations were sensual and sexual, but not obscene, and I followed her lead.
"That was really Hot!" Buddy exclaimed as we sat next to him. "Y'all are great together."
They danced another slow tune, and came back to the table. Billie Jean bent over and whispered, "Let's go back to the room and fuck our brains out."
They were kissing passionately and groping each other before I started the car.
Doug Davis, Jeff McClusky and a van full of wranglers and boatmen pulled into the parking lot as I drove out. They stared at the amorous couple seated next to me.
Back in the room, we quickly stripped. Billie Jean shoved me backwards on to the bed, and straddled me, guiding my cock into her juicy cunt. "Fuck me in the ass, Buddy," she commanded.
My cock in her cunt felt his cock penetrating her rectum.
"I can feel your cocks rubbing against each other!" Billie Jean gasped. "Fuck me!"
We coordinated, going in opposite directions, with him ramming in as I was pulling out, and vice versa. The tissues separating our organs felt extremely thin.
"Oh, my God! Oh, My God! Yesss! Fuck me! Fuck me!"
Buddy came first, triggering her orgasm. Her orgasm triggered mine. Boom! Boom! Boom!
I quickly licked and nibbled and sucked her to another orgasm.
She laid there, panting for a long time before sighing, "God! I am such a slut. I love having two cocks at once. I got off to feeling your cocks rubbing against each other inside me!"
"I volunteer to fuck your hot ass whenever you want," Buddy said.
After resting a while and smoking more marijuana, we did it again, then collapsed in exhaustion.
Chapter 7 coming soon...