Call It Even Someday
 mf oral


It had been one of the most embarrassing things that had ever happened to
me. Now, standing on the fringe of a group of my brother's pretentious
friends and hearing my sister-in-law repeat the story for their amusement,
it was even more so.
Cheryl loved to do those little things that put me down in front of others.
It was as if she had to point out for them that she had made the right
choice in dumping me and taking up with my brother. He's the big shot
entrepreneur. I'm just the klutz ... the fuck up. She, of course, is the one
who almost picked the wrong brother, but didn't. The next thing she'd be
telling their friends that my cock is shorter too, I thought.
Five minutes later, when I'd returned from getting myself a beer, her little
circle of groupies laughed out loud and looked my way just as I heard her
say, ..'it's true. I swear. What can I say? Their mother called the wrong
one Dick.' A real stand-up comic.
I was getting tired of being the brunt of her sarcasm. We'd had words about
it before but she got really nasty. She as much as told me if I didn't like
it I could take a hike. That my brother had just given me a job because he
felt sorry for me, and that that could end real fast if she gave him the
word.
The sting of being embarrassed still lingered in my gut when I saw Cheryl a
few days later. I was twenty miles from home in a neighboring town picking
up a tendering package from their municipal offices. There she was scooting
along the main street like she was going to a fire. I knew I didn't want to
face her so I just hung back to see where she was going. I followed her into
an out-of the-way bar and watched from a distance while she slipped into a
booth next to a guy I'd never seen before. It sure as hell wasn't my
brother! They were obviously more than just friends. His tongue was half way
down her throat on the first kiss and his hand ran up her leg and squeezed
her ass cheeks like he'd been there before. Cheryl nestled back in his arms
rubbing herself against him like a horny cat. They ordered a drink but
didn't even stay to finish it. Fifteen minutes later they were tucked in at
a local motel making noises that I could hear right through the door.
It was almost four o'clock when she returned to her car. She didn't see me
at first and it startled her when my old Mustang slid into the spot beside
her deep blue Mercedes. 'What are you doing here?' she snapped. 'Aren't you
supposed to be working?'
'Just picking up the tapes from your motel room,' I smiled, indicating the
generic brown envelope on the seat beside me.
It was the tendering documents, but she didn't know that. Her face had gone
blank and she leaned back against the car like the world was about to end.
Several times she opened her mouth to speak but no words came out. There was
anguish in her eyes as they searched my face for some escape, some shred of
hope that would release her from her predicament.
'I wasn't...' she began and then stopped.
'Yes you were Cheryl,' I smiled confidently and patted the package beside
me. 'And it's all on tape.'
Tears formed in the corners of her eyes and her face contorted in
wretchedness.
'I was just ... breaking it off...' she bleated, her voice trailing as she
realized the pointlessness of her excuse.
A long silence ensued while she pressed her forehead to her clenched fist
and wept. They were real tears and it was true remorse that she felt. She
turned her pleading eyes on me looking for some sympathy, but I just arched
my eyebrows, smiled and patted the brown paper envelope. I really wanted to
tell her my compassion was as short as my dick but I didn't want humor to
diminish her suffering.
Arrangements were made for her to follow me on the short trip back. She
wanted to talk, negotiate right there in the parking lot, but I didn't.
Desperate and frustrated at having no indication of what I was going to do,
she begged me not to tell my brother. In her desolation she blurted out
'I'll do anything. To which I replied, 'Yes you will.' To further underscore
her situation, I made her take off her panties beside the car and give them
to me.
The next day I didn't phone her at all. Several times she tried to call
through to me but I wouldn't answer. When I got home from work she was
parked outside my apartment, waiting. She looked as if she hadn't slept and
the puffiness around her was definitely from crying.
Her first approach was the old Cheryl. Confidant, arrogant, and demanding,
she told me that she'd brought two thousand dollars cash and that I was to
turn over the tape to her and never speak of it again. She strode into my
apartment like she owned it, and me, and laid it on the line. 'Give me the
tape, keep your mouth shut and you won't have a problem. If you ever again
raise the subject again, no one will believe you and your brother will side
with me.' She stood there then, hands on her hips, looking down her nose at
me like I was some vile child who had offended her.
'Take off your clothes,' I replied matter-of-factly.
'There's no way in hell,' she blustered, but her self-assurance didn't ring
true. She looked uncomfortable for a moment, her eyes darting here and there
to avoid contact with mine. Finally, she sighed deeply, looking down at her
hands and playing with her fingers.
'Look, ...er, if two thousand isn't enough, I'll get more... It, ah, ...just
takes time.'
'Take off your clothes,' I repeated.
'All right!' she snapped. 'But you'll only fuck me once and then the deal is
over. You'll give me the tape,' she declared emphatically. Angrily, her
hands began to unfasten her clothes.
'Do it slowly,' I instructed putting a CD into the machine. 'I want you to
strip for me like an expensive whore.
Not at all happy with the scene, she nonetheless began a slow,
self-conscious dance. Her blouse went first and her hands trembled as they
contended with the small buttons. I couldn't believe that she actually
blushed when she faced me in her brassiere. Still moving too quickly, she
reached behind to unfasten her skirt and I stopped her. 'Take your time.
Show off your tits a bit. Shake them for me and let me see you feel them up.
Then lift your skirt and give me a little preview of what's under there.
Remember, you're not just a piece of meat. You're a piece of cunt.'
A few minutes later her bra and skirt had joined her blouse on the floor.
She wore no stockings and her tanned legs looked great sticking out of the
openings in her white panties. Her tits swayed tantalizingly as she moved to
the music and the nipples stood out like acorns. There were no more pauses
where I had to tell her what to do next. She rolled her panties down to the
fringe of her pubic hair and rocked her hips provocatively like any slut
would do. The black pelt of tangled curls that I had loved so much peaked
above the elastic waistband capturing my eyes and mesmerizing my dick.
From the look on her face, Cheryl thought she was back in control now. Her
hand disappeared into her pants and she humped against it, smiling knowingly
at the bulge in the front of my trousers. Not eighteen inches >from my face
she slipped her panties down onto her thighs and writhed her naked pussy at
me. The scent that I'd all but forgotten filled the air and I grinned to
myself to know that she was wet. Using both hands she smoothed back the hair
and framed her cunt lips. She edged forward with her undulating hips lifted
toward my face. 'Is this what little Dickie wants?' she hissed smugly. I
reached out to her flaunted treasure and gripped a large patch of her pubic
hair between my thumb and forefinger. She winced as I twisted and tugged
hard on it forcing her up onto her toes. 'You're not in any position to give
me attitude,' I reminded her. ÎA word from me and my brother won't want you
around anymore. One look at the tapes and he'll throw you out on your ass.'
The smugness had gone out of her when I relinquished my grip. My hands
pressing down on her shoulders signaled her to her knees.
Tentatively her fingers ran up my thigh until they circled my cock. Her hand
unfastened my belt and tugged my hardon into view. She'd sucked it before,
when we were going together, but she'd never let me come. I slid my own
pants down and stepped out of them. With her head against my thigh, I rubbed
my prick all over her face taking extra time around her nose and lips. She
didn't balk when I told her to lick my balls and I watched with amusement as
her pointed, pink tongue bathed each testicle.
Cheryl choked as I pushed to the back of her throat. It seemed ironic to me
to think that she'd ridiculed me for having a small cock and now she was
choking on it. With every stroke I wanted to hear her gag. As I got close I
wound my fingers tightly into her hair. I hoped she still disliked come in
her mouth because I was about to fill her up.
The first spurt hit the back of her throat and she panicked. My grip on her
hair held her head in place while the next jet all but filled her mouth
forcing her to swallow. The knob of my cock was just inside her lips and my
come flooded over her tongue once again. It was all I could do to stand the
intensity. I pushed back in deep and held on tight until my orgasm subsided.
I could feel her throat contract each time she swallowed. As I relaxed she
started to move away until I told her to stay and clean it all up. Her head
dutifully bobbed over my softening cock as she licked and sucked the
remnants of my spend. For several minutes I watched the top of her head
moving against me and felt the softness of her tongue on my sated prick.
Then she sat back on her heels and looked forlornly at my face.
'You aren't going to give me the tapes are you?' she asked.
'Not until I'm ready,' I confessed.
'When will that be?'
'When you're no longer of any sexual interest to me.'
'Will you at least keep my secret?' she implored.
'From my brother? Yes. From my friends? No.'
The idea clearly distressed her. For a moment she sat twisting her hands in
her lap.
'You wouldn't let them...' she began and then stopped.
'Of course,' I snickered. ÎThat's what friends are for.'