Chapter 35: My First Taste 003 / Once Upon a Bridesmaid 001

As I flipped channels I settled for vid of this cute redhead sucking two very nice cocks. As I started to rub my cock through my pants, there was a light knock on the door and opening at the same time. It was Mr Neat. He entered and locked the door behind him. In hindsight, If I knew they had done that, I probably would have locked it.

He asked if the movie was any good and if I knew why he was in there.

“Guess so and I wasn’t sure,” was all I could say

“I could tell when I first say you yesterday, that you wanted my cock. You might not have realized it, but I could clearly tell. Now why don’t you get down on your knees.”

I lowered my self and was eye level with his growing bulge.

“Go on and pull my shorts down.”

I slid his shorts down and out popped a very nicely shaven, smooth, cut 7-inch cut cock. His balls were smooth and big. What surprised me was how thick it was. Like beer can thick and he wasn’t even all the way hard yet.

“Go ahead and feel it, stroke it, feel how heavy my balls are.”

I timidly reached up and held his cock in my hand. It was the first time I’d ever felt another cock that wasn’t mine. Different but familiar. I slowly stroked it while I held his nuts with my other hand.

“Mmmmm, that’s nice,” he said softly, “now put your lips on it.”

I brought it to my mouth and tasted the bulbous head. It smelled sweet and salty at the same time. I parted my lips and took the head into my mouth. I could feel my own cock straining to be free from its confines. I freed my cock as I worked my hand back and forth on his shaft. I licked and sucked the head while stroking my own cock.

“That’s good boy, real good. Now take more in your mouth. There you go, that’s it.”

He pushed a few inches deeper and panic started to set in.

“Oh God, I’m going to choke to death,” was all I could think

“Doing real good, now breathe through your nose. There you go,” he continued to coach me.

“Play with your cock but don’t cum.”

I worked my own cock up and down thinking I was going to explode any second, I faded off. By now I was working his cock real good. Taking a little further into my mouth each time I bobbed down on it. I rubbed his nuts gently in my hand.

“Now stop, I’m going to fuck your mouth. I won’t go any deeper then what you’ve already taken,” he said as he held the top of head with one hand and my chin with his other.

“Mmmmmfffff,” was all I could reply with a mouth full of cock. Besides, my mouth was starting to ache from the thickness of him.

He slowly pushed into my mouth and pulled out until just his head was in. Then again and again. With each thrust, he picked up speed. I hummed on the in stroke and ran my tongue on the under side of his shaft on the out stroke. He kept a steady pace, not to forceful, but firm nevertheless. I sensed he might be getting close as his nuts began to tighten.

“God your mouth feels good, I’m going to cum in your mouth and you will show me before swallowing. Do you understand?”

“Mmmfff,” was again my reply.

“Good, get ready, get ready, here it cums,” and the first shot went down the back of my throat.

“Unghh,” was his almost silent response. Then another shot landed on my tongue, then another, and finally the last one. He held his dick in my mouth a few seconds as he came down from his orgasm. Finally he let it slip out.

“Show me,” he commanded.

I opened for him to see my mouth full.

“Now swallow,” he commanded again.

I could taste the saltiness of his load as it slid down my throat. A bit different than my own, but not bad.

“Now it’s your turn. Stand up and drop your pants.”

I eagerly complied and had my cock out in no time. It has been begging for release for awhile. He dropped to his knees and engulfed the entire length. He began to suck and lick with expertise that my legs started to shake uncontrollably. I felt I could collapse any second. I could only whimper and moan as he turned me to putty with his warm wet mouth and throat.

“I’m going to…I’m…I’m…Oh God…I’m cumming…”

He just sucked faster and harder. Grabbing my balls, he milked them as I filled his mouth full of my seed. My eyes rolled back into my head and mouth slacked opened I could only think of how my girlfriend never was going to compare to what just happened.

He stood up and handed me a card with his name and number.

“With some training, you’d be a great little cocksucker.” And just as fast as he entered the booth, he was gone. I took a moment to compose myself, then exited into the shop. The same man was behind the counter with a knowing smile.

“Come back when you can,” he said with a slight chuckle. I was sure going too.

The End.

Book Title: **Once Upon a Bridesmaid**

I found myself giggling in the dressing room. The smart little indigo A-line dress I’d found looked just too good, and I suddenly felt like I was twenty again. It showed most of my forty-something feminine curves, but not all of them, just the right ones. When I caught my eye in the mirror I laughed out loud and girlishly covered my smile. I twirled my long auburn hair up into a quick bun, and I have to say I looked amazing. I hadn’t felt this giddy in a surprisingly long time. I hadn’t really made any unnecessarily extravagant purchases in the four years since my divorce, and I’d gone shopping for a nice dress as a sort of reward to myself. Now, standing in front of the mirror looking like a million bucks, I thought, why stop now.

I had the girl hold the dress for me and went down a floor to find some matching shoes. And wouldn’t you know they had the most darling pair of ankle strap sandals in almost the exact color. And when the up escalator put me off right in front of lingerie, I decided to go the full distance, and bought a lovely lacy bra and panty set in lavender, and yes, the matching garter belt. Then some new stockings and I was positively radiant with self-satisfaction as I blithely signed the receipt without even looking at the total.

There actually was a reason for the purchase if you want to know. The daughter of a family friend was getting married, and while I really wasn’t terribly interested in attending, my own daughter Ariel, who’d been friends with the bride to be since grade school, was asked to be a bridesmaid, and she talked me into coming along. I’m almost positive all three of them, my friend Linda, her daughter Stacy, and Ariel, were in cahoots to find me another love, or maybe just another lover, but I wasn’t terribly interested in that either.

My former husband and I split up after twenty-odd years once we were financially able to get Ariel, our youngest, safely through the last two years of college. It was an amicable parting, sort of. We’d grown apart like so many do, and he’d had a small affair with someone, but then I’d also strayed towards the end on the odd business trip, so I couldn’t really hold anything against him. We both came away with an odd mix of jealousy, guilt, and a sort of frustrated empathy. No anger or tears, but it wasn’t like we laughed about it in hindsight, and we weren’t going to be able to be buddies anytime soon.

In the years afterwards I was almost shocked at how easy it was for a moderately attractive woman to get laid. I thought I might play the field a little, but it was more like beating them back with a stick. And after a few torrid fucks to get it out of my system, followed by a few short-term lovers to test my heart, I found the whole thing to be emotionally empty, despite how pleasurable the cock was. Pretty soon I’d slipped into the comfortable routine of a well-mannered dildo and every woman’s Prince Charming, a wand.