Fisk's First Wife

My oldest friend was Fisk. We had been friends since kindergarten. We had fooled around, sexually speaking, having oral and anal sex, but, broke it off when he had some sort of guilt fit over the same sex thing, and drug use. We remained friends but had different interests. He went total redneck, was unable to talk about anything but car parts, torque-to-speed ratio, and I moved to another town seeking employment after I had finished school. Fisk remained in our backward, racist, shithole town, where he went to work in the warehouse of a building supply, driving a forklift, for the most part.
He also took up cross-country running. I had moved to a beach town, and took up surfing, and, scuba diving. Inspired by Fisk, I began a workout and weight regimen, and swimming. I got married to a woman I knew from home and was as happy as I'd ever been. Between my job and her's we were able to save and put a down payment on a home. Fisk came to visit us, and had begun to grow his hair long. He abandoned country music and shared my fondness for punk and what they were calling New Wave. I remember him being amazed by MTV as they couldn't get it back in Shitholeville. We tolerated his embrace of cross-country running, attending one marathon and being bored out of our skulls. And, let me say, the only thing more boring than a marathon is somebody TALKING about a marathon. But, he was my friend and I indulged him, though my wife swore she'd never attend another marathon.
Then, he calls me telling me about an upcoming marathon at the beach where I lived, and could he crash there ? I said "Yes !", then he tells me he got married and could his new wife and stepchild also come ? Married ? WTF ? I didn't even know he was involved with anybody ! " Well, yeah, " I stammered, knowing my wife wouldn't be happy.
So, the weekend comes and I meet them at the beach. His wife was strikingly beautiful, great figure, hair as long and blonde as Fisk's. Her name was Becky, but, went by Beck. She had a six year old girl named Dawn, who was cute, talkative, and quite precocious. Fisk went off to start his race, and within five minutes of being around Beck I knew she was crazy as rat fuck, manipulative, or both. She told me she'd been molested by her father as early as four years old, and later by her older brother, right up until age sixteen. "By sweet sixteen I knew my way around a cock better than most forty year old whores, " she assured me, adding, " I'm not so sure my dad hasn't molested Dawn, too. She's said some things, talked about shit she shouldn't know anything about ! " I was reeling from TMI and worried about how much Dawn was absorbing. She was just excited at being at the beach. I showed her how to spot tiny shark's teeth in the sand, and she was transported to another world. Beck praised the many good qualities of Fisk, his "gentleness", his devotion to her and Dawn, his hard work, his being an "attentive and excellent lover" Fishing, I asked, "How do you like his dad ? His sister ? " Fisk and his sister had been adopted, his mother the wealthy heir to a chemical company, his dad, a doddering odd duck govt. worker. His mom had passed leaving money, stocks, and property. His sister, the baby, had turned out spoiled, petulant, and entitled. His dad had recently been diagnosed with lymph node cancer. Beck gave glowing endorsements of both, and I knew she just smelled money, a meal ticket, education for Dawn, at the very least. Then, out of nowhere she asks, "Do they have, like, adult book or magazine stores around here ? " I told her, not at the beach, but, in town they have two such places. " Are the magazines hardcore ? " she wondered. I got nervously excited, having become a pornophile even before getting married. This was in the days before the internet. I had been to those places, even collected a little porno, videotapes and magazines. " Yes, they are, but, it's just pornography and it's expensive, " I told her. " Like, how expensive ? " she asked, wide-eyed. " Around twenty-five, thirty bucks a magazine, " I told her, and she shook her head saying, " I just wanna see some erections ! Some hard cocks ! " I thought she had a suspicious interest in porn for a former sex abuse victim. " Well, they have erections or semi-erections in Hustler magazine, and they're a lot cheaper. They have them in Honcho and Blueboy magazines too, if you don't mind seeing men with men. And, they have those here at the beach. " She smiled and nodded, " I think men with men is HOT ! " We got Dawn a sno-cone, and wandered out to the race course. Runners passed appearing to be in various stages of death, faces grey, green, blotchy or plan white-washed, mouths like fish out of water. At the finish they'd puke, or loudly announce they felt like it. Sure enough Fisk declared it as he crossed the finish line, and since I'd heard it before, and found it off color, I responded in kind, running over to him, saying, " Not if you have a single hair on your nuts will you do that ! " and he looked at me startled, then, choked out a laugh. He didn't puke.
Back at my house, where my wife had laid out a spread of sandwiches , chips and pickles, we visited. Well, to be certain, my wife and I visited Beck and Dawn while Fisk took a long shower, and brushed his hair for an hour. He finally came out, ate like a bird, clearly already into his runner's high. They returned to the beach to let Dawn play while my wife and I put together the evening meal. Once alone my wife asked me, " You notice how she always talks about herself ? She's number one in that family. " I had to agree and seriously questioned Fisk's judgement. By the time they returned we had burgers, hot dogs and corn on the grill. Fisk cornered me, asking if I had any marijuana. I did, but acted vague, and asked if he had changed his mind about drugs. " Well, I think Beck would like to do some, after Dawn is put down for the night. " So, we ate, and he ate more this meal, and Dawn went down easy. I dug out something I had saved for a special occasion. In the freezer, in a baggie inside a baby food jar, was a large flower bud of Afghani indica marijuana. It looked like a large Brussel sprout. I broke it out and rolled a fat joint. We smoked it on the screened porch. We all got really high, and quiet. My wife went for a shower, and Beck went and got the magazines Fisk had bought her, Honcho and Hustler. She thumbed through them and pointed out erections and half-hards. I was a little turned on by her interest. She asked me if I had any porn. I fetched three videotapes and she claimed to have seen two of the three. I plugged in the third, and it was a run-of-the-mill Seka film in which John Holmes makes a showing. She chided John's very large, but, half mast erection assuring me Fisk got MUCH harder. I almost piped up, "I know !" but just smiled. When John sprayed Seka's face with a half gallon of fake cum, she also boasted, " Fisk can stand across the room and do that ! ", I chuckled, and, amazingly Fisk admitted " He has seen me do that. " She looked surprised asking, "How and when ? "
He related the story of the No Tell motel after the Bowie concert, only the "girls" ( Randy and Bobby ) were portrayed as actual girls. I nodded and said, " Yeah, you pulled out of that chick, ummm...Roberta ? Yeah, you pulled out and shot it on the mirror across the room. Impressive distance ! " Beck looked a little miffed, then looked at me. " And, you ? Did he see you shoot off ? " I looked at him, and he nodded slightly, and I said, "Yeah, yeah, I think so." Fisk drawled, "Yeah, on that bitches back while he was doing her doggie style. I had the distance, but, his wad was bigger, " and he laughed. She looked at me haughtily and asked, " Was your cock bigger ? " and I feigned memory loss, and Fisk answered, " I've got him beat in length, but, he's thicker, " which was the truth. Beck nodded thoughtfully, then said, "We ought to show them how we do it, " and Fisk shook his head. " I don't think R_ would go for that. " I shook my head, " No " though my wife had gotten naked around Randy and Candy, and had sucked his cock while Candy sucked mine, but, she knew them better, and they weren't from her home town, like Fisk. At that moment R_ came into the room, hair wet, housecoat on and claimed exhaustion, and having to turn in. I followed her to the bedroom and told her, " I think they want us to watch them have sex. " She shook her head, " No ", but added, "Watch them if you want to, but, no joining in, no touching ! Okay ? " I agreed. Beck looked excited when I told them I'd like to see how they did it. She checked on Dawn, and said, " I'll get the scrunchies. " ( to be continued )

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