Copyright© 2011 by De Von
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 1 - A divorced dad makes an interesting find on the way home from dropping his kids off, when a simple gesture of helping two college girls with a flat tire turns into a very unique and promising situation.
I was driving back from dropping my kids off with their mom, a typically boring trip, when I spotted a vehicle ahead of me on the shoulder. I was almost to the outskirts of a small town, so I really didn't expect to see anyone with the vehicle, figuring they probably walked the short distance to town. I slowed down anyway, and pulled in behind the vehicle when I saw a girl appear beside it. Her face changed from a look of dejection to one of excited hope as I got out. I could see that she had a flat tire. The girl introduced herself as Sherrie. She was brunette, about 5'4", slender build, overall a pretty girl. She had on a pair of slacks and a tasteful pink blouse. There was a sticker on the back of Jeep for the small college in town.
I was just about to ask if she had a spare when another girl came around the car; this one a blond, slightly shorter than Sherrie, and a little bit stockier, wearing cotton shorts with the college logo on them and a snug shirt. She was not fat, by any means, mind you. I pegged her as an athlete, maybe a softball or volleyball player. She introduced herself as Kayla. When I told them I would change their tire, Kayla squealed and hugged me tight, pressing her firm breasts against me. I hugged her back, lightly. Fortunately for me, she let go of me and backed up before my stirring cock stood straight up and poked her, which would have embarrassed me.
As I set about changing their tire, I engaged them in conversation. The girls said they were students at the college, and were returning from visiting family when they had a flat only a mile or so from their apartment. They had a spare, but didn't know how to change it. I discovered that Sherrie was 20, and Kayla 19. They were both going to college on volleyball scholarships. They lived in a small off campus apartment complex on the edge of town, literally less than a mile from where we were. They had met when they got to the college (Sherrie was one semester ahead of Kayla), and they had quickly become close friends and roommates. Their families were several hours away, and liked the idea that the girls looked after each other. They seemed like fairly innocent college girls, probably like most small-town students. They spotted the stickers on my truck and asked if I was a fireman. When I told them I was, they expressed admiration and asked lots of questions about the job. I was happy to oblige, as it gave me something to do while working on the tire.
I finished up their tire and put the spare back on Sherrie's Jeep Cherokee. I then realized I didn't have anything to clean my hands with, and they had gotten quite dirty dealing with the tire. The girls went to the Jeep, but the water bottles they had gotten for the trip back were now empty. I could hear them talking near the front doors. "We COULD invite him to the apartment to clean up," Kayla was saying. "After all, we don't have much money to pay him, and it seems like the least we can do." "I don't know," Sherrie replied. "We don't know him. But he IS a fireman, and they're good guys, right?" "Yeah, it's should be fine," Kayla said, and started back to where I was. She hesitated when she got to me, and I could tell she was nervous. "Um, we just live up the road, and since you were so nice, and, well, we can't pay you, we can at least let you come wash up at our apartment, if you want?" She phrased this last as a question. I almost declined, and then she added "Please?" How could I resist that? It was obvious she felt bad about not being able to offer me anything for the tire. "Well, OK, as long you're sure I won't make you too uncomfortable" I replied.
I followed them up the road to their apartment complex. As I drove along behind them, I could see them talking in the Jeep. It seemed they were engrossed in a subject, going back and forth about it, sometimes heatedly. I wondered what was so important at this juncture, and hoped I hadn't made them too uncomfortable by accepting their invite. After all, I could have gone to a convenience store or fast food place to wash my hands. When we pulled in and they got out of the Jeep, though, they were all smiles again, with no sign of the exchange. "We're over here, in the only one story building." Sherrie said. "We don't have to hear neighbors above or below us, which is a bonus!" She led the way, and Kayla walked behind me to the door, as if watching to see if I were going to try something. I simply waited while Sherrie opened the door, and then motioned me in. "The restroom sink is stopped up, so you'll have to wash up in the kitchen," Sherrie said as she pointed me to the sink.
I went into the kitchen and began to wash my hands. I could hear the girls talking over the running water, but not what they were saying. I picked up the towel and almost jumped as Sherrie appeared in front of me, standing close. "We feel bad that we can't pay you for helping us," she said. "However, we DO want to offer something, but we have to ask, too." She seemed sort of unsure as she said this, as if thinking how to proceed. I was taking it all in when I felt Kayla step up behind me and put her arms around me, hugging me gently. "At least hear us out?" she almost whispered from behind me, "And don't think badly of us" she added quietly.
I was starting to get an idea what they were thinking, but was still somewhat puzzled as to all the details. I liked the feeling of Kayla being pressed against me, though, and so I decided to play along. "I won't think badly of you," I began. "Tell you what; you tell me what it is you have in mind, and ask what you need to. If I decide to decline, or you do, then we'll just give each other a goodbye hug and pretend it never came up. Deal?"
Kayla stepped out from behind me and they looked at each other. "Deal" Sherrie said. "Let me get you a glass of tea, and we can sit at the table." I still didn't know exactly where this was headed, but I liked the direction. I took a chair at their small table. Kayla pulled a chair close to me, and Sherrie took a third, setting glasses of tea in front of us. We sat in a sort of awkward silence, until Kayla began, "We were talking on the way here, and wanted to ask..." she paused here, then continued, "Do you have an account on afterhours.com?" I was taken by surprise. Afterhours.com was a discreet adult website where I did, indeed, have an account, as my sex life with my wife had gone cold. I couldn't picture these two even knowing about it, much less having seen my profile, since I lived over an hour away from them. "Actually, I do. Why do you ask?" I replied. Kayla almost squealed "I TOLD you it was him!" at Sherrie, who just smiled and nodded.
It was Sherrie who continued, saying "We also have an account, but we aren't searchable. We are looking for something specific. You see, we were both sort of suffering in silence until Kayla walked in on me one night when I was, uh, relieving some tension." She blushed at this, but I just nodded my understanding. She paused a few more seconds before continuing, "What we discovered that night was that we were both experiencing the same frustrations. We were both looking for some occasional relief, but didn't want the risk of picking up guys. Don't get me wrong, neither of us is gay, but we found that we could, uh, help, each other and still be safe." My mind drew an instant picture of these two in bed, naked, in a 69, and my cock was instantly rock hard. I shifted a bit in my seat as I reached and took the tea glass, hoping my predicament wasn't TOO obvious.
"Which leads us to now," Sherrie continued. "We had actually considered emailing you on afterhours, especially since your profile indicates you've been looking for a while, and you don't appear to be a bed-hopper." "I'm definitely not that," I replied. "I posted on there looking for something steady. A friends-with-benefits situation, if you know what I mean."
"We do," Kayla said. "We're looking for the same thing. There are plenty of guys here who would be more than happy to bed either one of us, and just ecstatic to have us both, but while we're not gay, we're not sluts either." She put her head down and I almost didn't hear what she said next; "Actually, I've only been with one guy." I could tell she was blushing, and Sherrie added "My number is only two, but I'm pretty proud of that, especially since one of them was a friend I'd known for years, but we were only intimate one time, and the other I dated for several years. We were only intimate in the last few months, though, just before he went to Iraq." Her eyes misted a little at this, and I wondered what had happened. She answered my question without me asking, however. "He came back and said he couldn't have two wives, and he was married to the Corps, so I should find someone else. I was pretty reclusive for a while after that, but a girl gets lonely, if you know what I mean. I'm so happy I met Kayla, but still there's only so much we can do for each other. We decided we didn't really want to use toys with each other, so..." She trailed off, but I nodded to indicate I knew what she meant.
"All this leads to our main question," Kayla said. Sherrie continued, "We need to know if you are 'safe', you understand?" I nodded, "I understand. I'm not fixed, though, but, if we decide to go on, I can make sure you don't get pregnant." They both giggled at this, and Sherrie spoke up again. "Well, not exactly," she said, "Neither of us like condoms, and in fact won't use them, which is part of the reason we are so picky." I must have flinched a bit, but Kayla quickly interrupted, "We can't get pregnant! We aren't trying to trap anyone, and we also don't believe in abortion!" I must have looked stunned, because she recovered somewhat and continued, "You see, the school has a GREAT program to help combat teen and unwed pregnancy. They gave us IUD's for free. But even still, an IUD can't stop everything, just pregnancy, sooooo..." she trailed off, and I understood what they were asking.
"I haven't been with anyone other than my wife in years," I said. "In fact, I have turned down several opportunities with women who just wanted a once or twice romp. I'll use condoms, but I don't really like them, either. I did have a couple of flings in between my two marriages, but I have been tested and cleared for years. So yes, I can assure you both that I am 'Safe' for you, if you want to pursue something. And while I'm looking for something long-term, and I think you are, as well, I must insist that either of us, or I guess any of the three of us, can control the pace and frequency at any time. No pushiness allowed. Deal?"
"Deal," they said simultaneously. "We have actually written down what we want as rules," Sherrie said. "Do you mind?" I shook my head, and she disappeared for a moment, only to return with a sheet of paper, which she handed to me. It wasn't very long, but was interesting. As I looked over it, I noted the highlights, which started with the expected, 'No stalking, No blackmail', etc, and continued to 'No other partners (except spouse) for the duration of our relationship'. It all looked good to me.
"What about the two of you?" I asked. They looked puzzled, so I continued, "Assuming we are in agreement about starting this arrangement, you two can obviously still play with each other, but what are the rules with me? Do you both have to be there, or what if one is or isn't interested at a particular time? How does that work?"
"We've talked about that, actually." Sherrie said. "And we agree that as far as each other, we fall under the same rule as your wife, so we can play with each other anytime. As far as you would be concerned, it could be both of us, or either one, as long as the three of us were exclusive to each other. Sometimes one of us may not be interested, or may just want to watch, or whatever. If that's the case, you can ask, but you'd just have to be happy with the one you had. You can't hound the other or be extra pushy." At this she smiled. "Besides, if we're both present, I don't think it would be long until we were both involved, unless you turn out to just be a lousy lay." She kept a straight face for a minute, and then burst out laughing. I laughed with them for a while, as the tension was finally broken. "So, what do you think?" Sherrie asked finally, adding, "And please, PLEASE, don't say yes just to bed us once or twice and then quit returning our calls. We have considered the possibility of that happening, and it's probably our greatest fear. If that's what you're thinking, just be honest with us, please. We'll give you something memorable to leave with and part as friends; just don't use us for a one night, or to fulfill a fantasy."
"I think we finally found each other," I said. "And don't worry; I won't do that to you. As I've said, I've been very picky, and have turned down one night stands. As far as the fantasy thing, I spent several weekends with my first wife and her best friend, so I already have the 'threesome' fantasy out of the way." I smiled at them as I told them this, and could see them visibly relax once again. "So where do we go from here?" I asked them. "I probably have another hour or so today before I have to go, and what then? I guess we need some way to keep in touch."
"We can come up with some reason to 'meet' legitimately," Kayla said. "For now I have a different idea." With that she leaned forward and kissed me gently. At the same time I felt her hand slide up my thigh and lightly caress my cock thru my jeans. She moved forward off of her chair, maintaining the kiss. She was standing now, but bent forward, her hands somewhat awkwardly fumbling with the button on my jeans. She got the button quickly, and the zipper followed. Soon I felt her small hands directly on my cock as she reached inside the waistband of my briefs. I could tell she was still somewhat nervous, so I let her lead. She broke the kiss and leaned next to me, one hand still caressing my cock, and I heard her whisper in my ear, "I don't know if you heard earlier, but I've only been with one guy, and I don't think I'm ready to just jump to that right away. I won't leave you hanging. I just don't want full sex today. Are you ok with that?" She backed up a bit and looked at me, waiting for my reply.
"No pushiness," I told her. "Whatever you want today is fine by me." By this time I was wondering where Sherrie was. I spotted her out of the corner of my eye, still sitting in her chair, but watching Kayla and I intently. Apparently she was content, for now. My attention quickly returned to Kayla as she began to kiss the side of my neck. "Thank you!" she whispered, and then sank to her knees in front of me. Feeling a slight tug, I raised my bottom off the chair and felt her pull on my jeans, then push them down around my ankles. Almost immediately she leaned forward and took the head of my cock in her mouth. The warmth and wetness of her soft mouth was exquisite, causing me to draw a quick breath as she softly sucked on my cock, taking in the first inch or so past the head, and then backing up. When I opened my eyes, I found Sherrie staring at me. "She isn't very experienced, so be nice to her." Sherrie said. I certainly wasn't going to have any problems with that! "And don't cum in her mouth without telling her first, ok? She's really going out on a limb here, and I don't want her to have a bad experience."
"Sounds great to me," I moaned as Kayla continued slowly moving her head up and down my cock, taking in a little more with each down stroke. I knew she had heard what was said, but she gave no indication. The excitement of this whole scenario was finally catching up to me, and I got the sense this blowjob wasn't going to last too long. Kayla paused then, sliding her mouth off my cock and looking up at me. "I appreciate your understanding," she said, "and Sherrie's right about me not being very experienced. It's ok if you want to tell me how, or give suggestions, or whatever you like. Just please don't force me." She smiled broadly before continuing, "I'm trying to take it all in, but I have to go slow." She blushed again at this. "One last thing," she said as she continued to slowly stroke my cock, "Even though I don't have a lot of experience, I'm willing to experiment. So I'm willing to let you cum in my mouth, but like Sherrie said, you gotta tell me first, ok?"
"Absolutely," I responded. "I'll give you plenty of notice to decide what you want to do, if you keep this up that long. I won't even mind if you decide to back up and finish with your hand at that point. I can always clean up with a towel. I want this experience to be everything you want it to be."
"Thank you," she said softly. "Do you mind if I ask a dumb question?" "Not at all," I said, "Asking questions is the best way to learn, and I promise never to make fun of anything you ask." Hearing this, Kayla went on, "How do I do it? I mean, if you cum in my mouth, what do I do? I've seen a couple of videos, but they didn't look very real. The girls on there backed up and opened wide, and let the guy shoot his stuff on their tongue." I was surprised at her candor. Based on her experience, I really had expected her to be much more hesitant and less straight-forward. She was going on, "Should I do that, or just keep sucking? Sherrie told me once that when she did it for her boyfriend she would stop and hold just the head in her mouth when he was ready. I just don't know what to expect, ya know? I'm kinda apprehensive here. I don't know what it's going to taste like, either, and I don't want you to be upset with me if I don't like it, or make a funny face."
I could tell she was really worried about this, and I tried to allay her fears as best I could. I was acutely aware of Sherrie watching and listening intently. As I went on, part of me still couldn't believe I was sitting here in this small kitchen, giving a cute 19 year old instruction on how to let me cum in her mouth, as she slowly stroked my cock, with her equally cute 20 year old friend and lover watching. "Well," I began, "the video thing is more entertainment than reality. It goes to guys being visual creatures. We get turned on by what we see, and being able to see our cum going into a woman's mouth is extremely erotic. On the other hand, the way Sherrie described is much more common, in my experience. Some women just keep going, but again, not very many in my experience. Really though, the choice is yours. You should do whatever you are comfortable with. As far as taste goes, it just seems to be an individual preference. When it comes to snacks, do you prefer popcorn or ice cream?"
Kayla seemed puzzled by my question, but answered, "Popcorn! Ice cream is way too sweet. What does that have to do with this, anyway?"
"Taste," I told her. Most women describe the taste as salty. You should be fine with it, but you'll just have to wait and find out." "Mmmmm, OK," she responded, and once again lowered her head to my cock.
"Kayla," I said, "one more thing. With the newness and excitement of all this, I don't think it will be long before you find out." She hummed her acknowledgement, which sent shivers down my spine. I was trying to enjoy this experience as long as I could, but it was a losing battle. I heard a snap and looked over to see Sherrie leaning back in her chair, her eyes closed and one hand in the front of her open pants, steadily moving. She opened her eyes, and, seeing me, smiled. The look of bliss on her face was all I could take, as the last of my will power slipped away.
I put one hand on Kayla's shoulder as she continued her gentle sucking motion, and noticed that she had taken my cock completely into her mouth, and seemed to be relishing her accomplishment. "Kayla. Kayla!" She raised her eyes to mine, and I went on, "I'm gonna cum, Baby! I'm gonna cum now!" Suddenly she backed up, stopping with just the tip of my cock in her mouth. Then she opened wide as she tilted her head back and looked up at me, her tongue stuck out with my cock head resting on it. It occurred to me that she was doing her best to turn me on, but she had already accomplished that! Her hand still stroked my cock as she looked up at me. The sight of her face was almost angelic as she waited there to catch my cum. "Oh Baby I'm cumming!" I almost shouted as the first pulse of my cum shot out of my cock and coated her tongue. Kayla continued to stroke my cock as I came, sending shot after shot of my cum flowing onto her tongue and into her mouth. My body relaxed as the last of my cum drained onto Kayla's tongue. Sensing that I was done, she sat back and closed her mouth, seeming for a moment to sample the taste of my cum in her mouth, before swallowing it and then leaning forward to gently lick my cock clean. I couldn't recall when I had last had such an exciting blowjob.
Suddenly, from across the table came a crescendo of moans, rising in volume and tone. Kayla and I each looked across the table at Sherrie, watching her back arch in the chair and her legs clamp closed on the hand in her pants as she came, oblivious to us. She continued to caress herself, whimpering as her orgasm began to subside. Finally coming back to her sensed, she smiled shyly at Kayla and me. "Guess I got carried away watching you two," Sherrie said as she withdrew her hand and buttoned her pants. Kayla stood and motioned to me. As I stood, she bent and pulled up my briefs and jeans, gently putting me back into them and fastening the button. She leaned forward and kissed me again. "Thank you again," She said, "for helping and teaching me. And by the way, I really liked the whole experience!" She paused for a moment before continuing, "Well, except for the part where everybody got to cum except me!" With this she feigned sticking her bottom lip out in a pout...
"I think I can solve that," I said with a smile...