I was a little disoriented when I woke up that Sunday morning after my first night as Uncle Bill's lover.
I was in a strange bed and it was already past noon. I got up groggily, put on a robe and had coffee. I was on my second cup of coffee and eating a slice of toast when Uncle Bill entered the apartment.
"You need to hurry and get cleaned up," he said. "Don't bother putting on make-up or getting dressed. Pete and Calvin are coming over in a few minutes and you're going to take care of them. Just think, your first customers."
He said it with such a leer that I shuddered in spite of myself. I also shuddered at the thought of Pete and Calvin. They were two local farmers who had spent a lot of time at the store drinking beer with Uncle Bill, and had tried to feel me up quite a bit.
Pete was a swarthy, dark-haired, Slavic-looking guy with a bushy moustache who always seemed to need a shave. Calvin had blondish-looking hair, broad features and a big gap between his front teeth. They were both pretty well built from farm work, but quite frankly, I wasn't happy about having to service them.
But I showered dutifully, climbed out of the tub, dried off, walked out of the tiny bathroom and almost had a heart attack. Calvin and Pete were already sitting on the sofa watching a porn video. They gave me a leering look as I walked out of the bathroom naked, and instinctively I tried to cover my body with my towel.
"Oh, there's no need for that, Sophie," Pete said as they both stood up and walked toward me. "We've waited a long time to see your fine little body."
He reached over and pulled the towel from my body and dropped it to the floor. I couldn't help it; I stood there shivering with a little bit of fear.
"Don't be afraid, now, Sophie," Calvin said. "We ain't gonna hurt you, are we, Pete?"
"Nah," Pete said, as he rubbed the bulge in his overalls. "I think it's time we got naked and introduced our cocks to Sophie's hot little mouth."
"What?!" I exclaimed. "Wait! I thought..."
"Bill said he wore your pussy out pretty good last night," Calvin said. "Said your cunt had to get into shape before it would be ready to take on our cocks."
"So we said, no problem," Pete said. "We'll just get us a nice, sloppy blow job and come back some other time to test out that twat."
"But, but, I..." I stammered. I wasn't ready for this. It's funny how the mind works. I had never had any emotional problems about engaging in intercourse, despite what Schultzie had done to me. It was just sex.
But for some reason, I associated oral sex with something dirty, something nasty. It went back to once when Schultzie was molesting me, he tried to get me to blow him, and I had gotten hysterical at the thought.
The idea that I would put my mouth on a man's penis, the means by which he urinated, just filled me with an intense and irrational loathing. That had probably been my mind's way of rejecting what Schultzie was doing to me. I could say no to that without saying no to all the other stuff he was doing that made me feel good.
Whatever the reason, I was terrified of taking a man's cock in my mouth, and had always adamantly refused to do it when my high school boyfriends had asked for a blowjob.
"Aw, there ain't nothing to be afraid of," Calvin drawled. "I mean, we even cleaned up good before we came over."
For some reason, they both thought that was hilarious. By this time, they were both naked, with their hard cocks standing up straight in front of them, and they had me bracketed.
"We've already paid our money, Sophie," Pete said, with just a trace of menace in his voice. "So you'd best get to it."
I was still fearful, irrationally so, but they both kind of growled and pushed me down by my shoulders until I was on my knees, their hard cocks waving in my face. The one on my left, Calvin, grabbed the back of my head and pulled me toward his cock.
He pressed the purple knob to my lips, and I tried to clamp my mouth shut and resist. But when I opened my mouth to cry out, he pushed his way in before I could stop him.
Calvin's cock had a spongy texture to it, and the taste was a little funky, but honestly, it was not as bad as I had expected. Still, he forced his cock into my mouth and began to work me back and forth on his stiff rod, pushing a little bit more in with each stroke.
"See, it's not so bad," Calvin said with a chuckle. "Go on, take it deeper, whore."
I was having trouble breathing, and panic started to rise in me, when Pete took my head out of Calvin's hands, pulled me off his friend's cock and replaced it with his. Pete's cock was a little bit slimmer than Calvin's was, so it didn't bother my breathing as much. Nevertheless, my eyes were watering and I winced in discomfort every time Pete jabbed the head of his spear into my throat.
Then Calvin turned my head toward him and rammed his way in my mouth. They both had a hand on my head as Calvin worked his cock rhythmically in my mouth.
I was making humming noises as I still felt some disquiet over what they were doing to me. But the taste wasn't nearly as bad as I had expected it to be, and once I got over the initial shock of being manipulated into this, and got past my fears, I began to relax a little bit.
Then it was Pete's turn again, and his hand deftly moved me back and forth on his burning hot rod. Slowly I started to pick up the rhythm, and began working my mouth on Pete's cock on my own. Before I knew it, they had taken their hands away from my head.
"Oh yeah," Pete exclaimed. "Look at that. No need to force her now. I knew she just needed some coaxing."
"I see what you mean," Calvin said. "I've let her go and she's still sucking your cock."
Indeed, I was. I guess once I figured out that taking a man's cock in my mouth wasn't as bad as I had always made it out to be, I just accepted it as part of the job. I mean, I had agreed to do this, and they had paid their money. How much? I didn't know at that point, and it really didn't matter. They'd paid for me, and I was expected to perform.
