“Are you going to be upset if I say no, then someone else does it?” she asked.
“No Wilma, like I said, either way I will have forgotten by morning,” I replied.
“I know, but I will remember. I know it probably sounds strange after what just happened, but I am shy and I would rather have you as a friend. I’m afraid it would change how I feel about you forever,” she said.
“Well I don’t know how I feel about that, but like I said tomorrow it be as if this never happened.” I said it but I didn’t mean it. I planned to make an entry into my journal. Something to remind me that Wilma was a strange chick. Much less up tight than I thought. Also that she and I still hadn’t gotten it done. I entered it all because, I wanted to be sure that I knew why.
Even though I knew she could take care of herself, I asked, “Do you still feel you need a babysitter?”
“No, I think I have this figured out. I do want to leave soon though,” she said.
“So you didn’t enjoy your two for the price of one sale?” I asked.
“Oh I enjoyed it that may be the problem. This could become a habit way easier than I imagined.”
“I see,” I replied.
The husband and wife couple came up to Wilma and I. “Hello Lucy,” the wife said. “Are you two a couple?”
“No, it doesn’t appear that we are,” I said. I might forget it all tomorrow but I remembered at the moment.
“In that case which one of us gets you first?” the husband asked.
“Which one of you needs what I do the most?” I asked. The order didn’t matter to me. I didn’t remember them, even though they obviously remembered me.
“I think Ed here probably needs your mouth more than I do. Why don’t you show your friend how you can make him cum.” she suggested.
I didn’t even look for a more private spot. I just slipped to my knees and lifted his cock. I could smell his sexy smell. He had obviously been turned on for some time. He might even have had a woman, I admit that it did something to me. I was anxious to feel him in my mouth. I didn’t remember it exactly, but I knew deep down inside that I loved it on at least some level. I sucked him deep into my throat. Soon I felt him begin to pump my wet mouth. I loved the feeling of his smooth probe working inside my mouth. It was something about the feeling of it running over my tongue that make me a little foggy. His cock began to pound me and I began to lose the control that I had. I sucked wildly and forced it into my throat even as I choked on it. Usually that scared the hell out of me, but I reveled in the feeling of the near death experience.
“See why we love her,” the man’s wife said to Wilma. “She is a natural cock lover. She loves to eat me just as well. Best of all we don’t have to do anything for her. She is just a beautiful slut.”
“Really, she doesn’t expect anything in return?” Wilma asked.
“No, she just loves the experience. I think she gets off just doing it.” the man’s wife added. “Doesn’t it make you hot seeing my husband working his cock in your friend’s mouth,”
“Actually, yes it does,” Wilma said.
“The let me help you really enjoy it.” It really wasn’t a request or a question. The man’s wife moved behind Wilma. She covered Wilma’s medium sized slightly saggy breast with her hands. She also manipulated her nipples as they both watched me working wildly on Ed’s cock. He had obviously gotten off earlier because it took him a while and his ejaculation ended quickly.
“Trade,” his wife demanded as she moved to sit on the folding aluminum outdoor chair. It was most uncomfortable I was sure, but she didn’t seem to mind she opened her legs for me and I moved between them. I licked and sucked on her vagina so Wilma could see what she was missing. I glanced over my shoulder to see Ed standing behind Wilma and rubbing her clit. Wilma was climbing toward and orgasm as she watched me eat another woman. I knew that it turned her on, so I went back to work on Ed’s wife.
“Your friend is quite the slut,” Ed said to Wilma.
“Yes, I had no idea. She is beautiful doing it though.” she said.
“I will grant you that she is a beautiful cocksucker. She also loved to take it up the ass. I can tell from the slippery spot between your cheeks that you do as well.”
“I never liked it before, but I did tonight,” Wilma said.
“You and Lucy need to get a couple of butt plugs. It will help you stay turned on all day.” he said.
“Really?” Wilma asked. “I have seen the ads online, but I was never even curious before.”
“Bend over,” he said to her. Wilma didn’t resist at all. “Now spread your ass cheeks for me,”
She reached behind her and spread her own ass cheeks. He worked his cock into her already dilated ass. “Lucy will be jealous. I butt fucked her last time while she was eating my wife. She loved it.”
“She is so beautiful. I would love to see her being fucked,” Wilma said.
“Stay a while and I’m sure you will see her. You will also be fucked more than one more time. Just as long as you stay someone will want to fuck you somewhere. All you have to do is not refuse and you will get all you want.”
“Then fuck my ass, I’m going to cum. Don’t stop.” Wilma demanded.
I woke up Sunday morning with a wet spot in my bed. I checked my journal and read about the party. The wet spot was from semen draining from me. I had no memory of it, except that I was exhausted and very relaxed.
My journal also told me that it was the day to cook. Even though it was Sunday I was able to do one of the things on my chore list. I stopped at the heath food store for ground Licorices root. I paid three bucks for a few onces. It was just enough I thought.
I had corned beef hash and eggs for breakfast. It was a change from my usual. I felt like I should have something different all things considered. “Thank you very much.” I said to the cashier/waitress. Why not, I thought. I felt great.
When I got to the office, it was almost noon. I got a late start after the last party I attended as well. I still didn’t remember what I did, but it did seem as though I had a good time.
I read the recipe and the story again. I found that in addition to molasses, the plantation liquor also had licorice root. They had a large herb garden the notes explained. They considered the brew more a medicine than a liquor. I wondered how the odd mixture would taste.
The recipe warned me to add the root after the mash had finished working but before I started to cook it. I put half of the small bottle into each of the buckets of mash. Then I began to cook it. The routine was the same as for the ordinary white liquor. I checked to make sure the cooling coil had the little wooden spacers in place. The mad mechanic told me to do that, so I wrote it in the instructions. I checked to be sure there was a good water cover around the coil. If it had been copper it wouldn’t have needed the spacers, but I didn’t want to have one made, and I didn’t feel comfortable trying a do it myself version.
The pressure cooker reached 176 degrees so I adjusted the setting to keep it from rising much higher. Then I sat down to watch ‘Project Runway Canada’ on the computer. It was nice to know that they had the same bitchy homosexuals in Canada as well.
It was 1PM when Wilma called. “Hello Lucy are you okay?”
“Just peachy, I would be better, if you told me what I did last night,” I suggested.
“I made a promise to myself, not to tell you anything about last night. Not what you did and certainly not what I did,” she said with a strange laugh.
“So I guess I should ask, did we at least have fun?” I asked.
“I’m sure I did and pretty sure you did as well,” she replied.
“That at least sounds promising,” I suggested.
“I have been on line this morning,” she informed me.
“And what have you been doing on line?” I asked.
“Shopping, I wanted to get you a present. One of the guest made a great suggestion, so I ordered one. Actually I ordered two,” Wilma said.
“That sounds promising at least,” I replied.
“We will see. So do you want to come to dinner tonight,” Wilma asked.
“I wish I could, but I’m going to be busy recuperating,” I replied. Sure it was a lie, but it was a harmless one.
“Okay, then I will take Shawn to the lake alone. I think I can figure out how to use the poles you bought. He and I will give it a try.” Wilma said.
“That sounds like a good plan. Call me sometime later to let me know how you did,” I said.
“It’s a good thing that the Marina has a bathroom. I really don’t want to be too far from one.” She said.
“Must have been something we ate. I feel the same way,” I admitted. I knew that it was because I had anal sex at the party. I didn’t want to say that since obviously she had as well.
Royce called after 4PM. “Lucy, I just wanted to let you know that the weekend went well. I think we are on the way to having a very good month. I can’t believe our first month and we are going to make a profit. What a great business,” he said.
“Well don’t get to confident. Anything can happen,” I suggested. “You know that,”
After that call I cooked and just ignore the rest of the world. It was attention intensive to cook liquor off. Lots to do even working with such small volume. Then after a short intense few minutes, it was back to waiting for something to happen.
That went on way into the night. I ran six batches before I decided that I had enough product and the yield had slowed considerably. I didn’t even taste it. I used the hydrometer to test the proof. I had to use six bottle of water to get it down to 90 proof. Once I had it bottled, I had almost two dozen bottles. The last one had one maybe six ounces. I took it home for myself. The others I left in the office.
I was tempted to call Wilma in the middle of the night, since she didn’t call me back. I didn’t bother to call or to even make a note of it. I fell into bed Tuesday morning at 9AM. I slept like the dead and woke up not at all sure that I wasn’t dead. Once I remembered to check the computer I was back to normal.
Since it was 3PM, I took a chance and called Wilma’s studio. “So how was the fishing?” I asked when she answered.