0 comments/ 96468 views/ 2 favorites With Friends Like Me By: margo_x_x That's the trouble with surprise visits; sometimes the surprise is on you. There wasn't a car or light to be seen at Jen's house, and it was almost midnight. I parked on the street and took my sleeping bag as I went around the back. I got the key from the flowerpot and let myself in. If they weren't back in the morning, I'd leave a note and get a motel. I was just closing the kitchen door when I heard a whispered voice. "Did you lock all the doors?" Silence. "I'll be right back. I thought I heard something." I locked the door and scrambled under the table just as the kitchen light went on. A long, black dress trailed along the floor behind the woman who checked the door. She expertly kicked it around when she turned, and stopped right next to the table. I kept holding my breath and watched her shoes from under the tablecloth. They turned toward me, then away, and then moved back to the living room. I didn't exhale until the light went back out. "I must be hearing things," the whispered voice said. I left my sleeping bag under the table and slithered to the living room door. There are no lights behind Jen's house, so the kitchen was very dark. The same wasn't true for the living room. Streetlights pouring thru the upper windows made the scene before me as clear as day. Jen's mother was there. I'd recognize her voluptuous body anywhere. It was her house, so I wasn't surprised to see her there. She was in the great big easy chair that always sat in the middle of the living room. That wasn't surprising either. Everyone loved that huge chair. The surprising thing was that she was all tied up. "You okay?" the other woman whispered. Mrs. Bain nodded her head. With that, the other woman sank to her knees and put her face between Mrs. Bain's legs. My heart nearly jumped out of my chest. I've thought Jen's mother was the most beautiful woman in the world since before I had breasts. Even now, I look like a boy next to her. Jen and I have always been close, we've even kissed a lot. We were only practicing for when we kissed boys, but I haven't found a boy I liked kissing as much as Jen. I've told Jen how beautiful I thought her mother was, but I've never told her how I hold myself and picture her, when I'm alone, at night. Now I was watching the woman of my dreams playing some kind of kinky bondage game with another woman. It was tearing me up. I never suspected she would even think of sex with another woman, much less this craziness. She was gagged. I could tell by the muffled sounds she was making. She had a pair of black satin panties tied over her head. They had ribbons around the leg and waist openings, and all three were pulled tight. Oh, Mrs. Bain. Why can't those be my panties? I'd wear them for a week, rub myself in them, and fill you with the smell of my lust. The other woman was young, probably my age, though it was hard to tell with the Goth style. She had incredibly long hair. Thick and black, it almost reached her ass. The dress had an empire waist, and did absolutely nothing for her figure. Her average sized breasts were pushed up a little, but from there down, volumes of cloth hid everything. Anything from a pig to a twig could be hidden under there. Mrs. Bain seemed to be fighting the Goth girl. I knew it was all a game, but she was playing like she ment it. She twisted and fought while the girl's head kept moving between her legs. It was as if she didn't want to come, and the girl was forcing her to. I could see it coming from way over there. Her breathing changed, her body tensed, and a moan started deep in her throat. She was just starting to climax when the girl pulled back and watched her as she writhed. Without a word, the Goth girl climbed up the arms of the chair and loosened the panty ribbon around her neck. "Please, please, I'm so close. Don't leave me like this," Mrs. Bain pleaded when a ball gag was taken out of her mouth. The Goth girl simply pushed the panty high enough to clear Mrs. Bain's nose and mouth, and then pulled the ribbon tight again. Hand over hand, she pulled the front of the dress up until I could clearly see her shaved pussy. She plopped her pussy right on Mrs. Bain's mouth and dropped the dress. She spread the dress out carefully. Each section had to be just right. When she was done, I could see no sign that Mrs. Bain was under there. Hair obscured all but the Goth girl's eyes. They were closed, and her false eyelashes never fluttered. The dress even hid what her hips were doing. It flared out from under her breasts, and didn't ripple as the drama played out under it. There was a drama under there; make no mistake. The Goth was taking her pleasure from Mrs. Bain, oblivious to the gasps and pleadings from under her dress. She kept her perch in silence as the sound of wet smothering stabbed into my soul. I can feel the moistness when I get excited. Sometimes I get downright wet, Mrs. Bain sounded like she was drowning. The slurping gulps of air, the chattering sound of air forcing past wet flesh, the desperate gulps and muffled screams had me rising to my knees in alarm. It was horrible and exciting at the same time. I was getting light headed from holding my breath in empathy for Mrs. Bain, and my heart thumped as I imagined my cunt feeling her struggles. The Goth girl seemed to be motionless, but now I could see the subtle swaying of her hair. Even the great dress couldn't hide the struggle any longer. As my eyes gathered more of the light, her dress came alive with moving puckers and folds. The Goth girl shuddered and sank in on herself. Mrs. Bain's noises were cut off completely. I held my breath as the silence stretched on, vowing to intervene when I could hold it no longer. She lifted just as I was setting to lunge. The sound of Mrs. Bain's loud gasping would have covered the sound of a hundred charging feet, but I stayed where I was. She was still taking shuddering breaths when her face was sealed again. I could hear the mewing sound of her smothered cry, then the Goth girl made her first sounds since the whispers. They were low, guttural, and rhythmic. The illusion of her holding still also ended. Her hair swayed in rhythm with her grunts, and I could hear Mrs. Bain getting gulps of air on every cycle. The girl was having an orgasm, and she was trying to force Mrs. Bain's head into her as she had it. She made three high-pitched squeaks at the climax. They were nothing like the ruckus I make when a guy happens to find the right spot. She didn't loll around when she was done, either. She slid right down into Mrs. Bain's lap and pulled the satin panties back down. She put a loop in the ribbon, and slid down her lap. I thought she was going to finish the job for Mrs. Bain. She had moved to the front of the chair, and I thought she was going to kneel down and bury her face in that lovely cunt. Instead, she reached out and turned on the lamp. She was facing the kitchen when she did it. Neither of us moved. I knelt frozen, with one hand in my panties and the other over my mouth. She stood with a long, black wig half off her head. That's the trouble with surprise visits; sometimes the surprise is on you. I could see that the Goth girl was Jen, but she had to walk right up to make sure it was I. I was praying the Earth would open and swallow me. Without a word, she dug her thumb and forefinger into my wrist and pulled my hand out of my panties. She held it halfway between us and stared at me. Then she knocked me out. She knocked me out cold with a huge roundhouse blow that left me senseless. No, she didn't hit me; she licked my fingers. She was also twirling the wig in her finger. When I looked at her mother, she grinned. She helped me get the dress and wig on, and watched from the couch as I freed her mom's glorious breasts. "What? Who?" Mrs. Bain said as I sucked her nipples. "Jen?" she said as I straddled her lap and wrapped my arms around her head. The satin panties were soaked with Jen's juices. Her strong musk filled me as I kissed her mother thru their wetness. She struggled and squirmed, knowing a stranger was taking her now. She'd also know the taste of a strange pussy soon. That could wait. For now all I wanted to do was kiss her thru Jen's wet satin panties, squeeze and suck her breasts, and most of all, feel her body shuddering as I gave her the best orgasm of her life. With Friends Like Me Again "Hello, Mrs. Bain." "Oh, hello Julie. When did you get back?" "Just this morning," I lied, "Is Jen home?" "She'll be right back, she just ran down to the store. Will you be staying with us?" "No, I have to go somewhere tonight, but I'll be back tomorrow. Can I stay with you guys tomorrow night?" "Of course, dear. Jen will be so glad to see you. How long has it been?" "To long. I wish we lived closer. I miss Jen a lot, and you too, of course." "We've missed you to, Julie," she said, giving me a hug. Her breasts pressed against me, and I could feel the warmth of her body through her clothes. I wanted to take her right then, the way Jen and I did last night, but I gave her a peck on the cheek and a pat on the back instead. I didn't even cry out with the anguish I felt when we pulled apart and she busied herself in the kitchen. "Here she comes," she called out as a car pulled into the driveway. "Julie," Jen squealed, dropping her package on the table and dashing to me as if we hadn't seen each other for ten months. We hugged and danced around each other, and then dashed into the back yard. We got on the big tree swing, the same one we'd used since childhood. Many a childhood conspiracy had been planed on that swing, and now we worked out the details of a much more adult one. "Did she suspect anything?" "Not a clue," I said, "I got a little nervous when she hugged me, but it was okay." "Why?" "Well, for one thing I wanted to rip her clothes off and drag her down on top of me right there in the kitchen," I said. "Oh, Julie, I know what your mean. You don't know how many times I've wanted to do the same thing," She said, "Are you wearing the panties?" "Yes. I've been wearing them since last night. They feel sinfully sexy." "They weren't very clean when I gave them to you, they must be awful by now." "You can't smell them, can you?" Jen leaned closer and sniffed, "No." "Every time I think about what we're doing to her tonight, I get moist." "They'll be kind of ripe by tonight." "They're ripe right now," I giggled, "By tonight, I'll have to put them in a zip-lock bag." "So I guess we won't have to go jogging to make them really stink, will we?" "Hmm, I might," I said, "Shhh, here she comes." She was smiling broadly as she carried our snakes out on a tray. It's a long way to the swing, and she had to step carefully not to spill anything. "It's so strange to see you two out here again. Two little tomboys, grown into beautiful women." She set the tray between us; two glasses of milk, a stack of sandwiches, cut in quarters with the crusts cut off, and a small stack of Oreo cookies. It was our traditional lunch of years gone by. "Thank you, Mrs. Bain." "Thanks Mom." I watched her ass as she made her way back to the house. I would be burying my face in that ass tonight. My tongue would force its way inside and I'd taste her nastiness. I'd bite those soft cheeks while her legs kicked helplessly, and kiss each boo-boo when I was done. It's almost midnight and Jen opens the back door before my foot hits the first step. She opens the bag I give her and paws through the things I bought. She gives me one of the ski masks, and pulls the other over her head. "Wait," I say, and wash my mouth out with Listerine, the kind that smells like medicine. I never use that stuff, nor the cheap perfume I'm wearing. I don't want Mrs. Bain to recognize my smell, except for the smell I'm saving for her in my panties. "I'm still worried," Jen said. "I'll be careful," I said. Jen wanted to be the one keeping her mother quiet while we got her tied up. If the ski mask came off in the struggle, her mom could pretend she hadn't seen her daughters face. But if Mrs. Bain saw me, she would know who her other attacker was, and it would ruin everything. I shouldn't be risking this, but I had to. She was curled up under the covers when we sneaked into her room. Her big pillow hid half of her face, and the other half looked like a sleeping angle. Her lips were slightly parted, a small O of soft, red flesh. Those lips were the reason I was willing to risk it all. We didn't jump on her; we slid onto her gently, sealing her inside her covers. We tucked them in closer around her with every squirm, and pressed her into the bed with our combined weight. She was twisting her head around, trying to get it back out from under the sheet. My moment had come and I waited eagerly for the rest of her head to come out. Her luxurious dark hair was free, cascading over the sheets, her shell like ear was inches from my lips, her long eyelashes fluttered like butterflies, and then they were there, her lips, her soft, perfect lips, pursing to cry out. My hand gently covered her, and those delightful lips pressed into the palm of my hand. Her neck twisted and turned, but I pressed my cheek to hers and held her still. Her hot breath washed over my top finger as she breathed through her nose, and my hand tingled with the vibrations of her muffled cries. My satin panties would soon cover her lovely head, but I had to have more of those velvet lips before then. Jen was taking my panties off for me, and I helped her by lifting my hips. I couldn't let those lips be covered before I kissed them, so I twisted her head back and replaced my hand with my mouth. She fought me, but she let my tongue explore her mouth after I pinched her nose shut. Jen was waiting with my well-worn panties when I finally broke the kiss, and we both worked the fragrant garment down over her mother's head. I held her mother down while Jen went and turned on the bedroom light. The satin panties were totally opaque, she wouldn't be able to see us, and we'd be able to see every inch of her beautiful body. She stopped pleading for us to take the soiled panties off her head the instant Jen got up. Instead, she grunted with effort and strained to throw me off. Mrs. Bain is very strong, she was even able to twist all the way to her side, but the bedding held her like a cocoon, and I held her firmly inside that cocoon. I rode her like a cowgirl, my arms wrapped around her neck, my legs gripping her hips as she bucked. Jen looked concerned when the light washed over us, but she only had to look at my face to know how much I was enjoying the ride. She came back to the bed, put her head close to her mothers, and watched as the struggle weakened and died. The black satin showed the outline of her open mouth as she gasped inside her panty prison. We were supposed to get my new bondage gear on her now, but Jen had the same problem I did. We couldn't wait for buckles and straps when so much of her was so close. Jen gathered her mother's head in her arms, and started kissing her mother's face through the panties. I don't think she was aware of what she was doing, any more than I was aware that my hips were moving against her side. Jen kept kissing the panty encased face, sometimes sliding it down to her breasts and rubbing it there, but always she'd return to kissing and nuzzling it. I'd worked the bedding up under her, and could hold her motionless with my arms and legs. I closed my eyes and savored her warmth as I squeezed her intermittently. That's all we did for the longest time. There wasn't any rush; we had all night. The boy would ring the doorbell at nine, but 'till then, Mrs. Bain was our love toy. The hiss of Velcro roused me, and I realized I'd let myself get too close. I slowed my hips to a more moderate pace, but even that was too much. I had to lift completely off her and try to cool down. I can't bring myself to endless orgasms, and however many I had tonight; I wanted them to be special. Having one by just humping her hip seemed like a waste. The first things that came out of the bag were the puppy gloves. They were the best that money could buy, and a marvel of simplicity. They were designed so even the strongest man would be helpless against the probing cock of a gay lover. The next thing was a plastic, collapsible leg spreader. I bought it because the good one wouldn't fit in the bag. I might as well have saved my money. We couldn't get that piece of crap to work, and wound up breaking it. I kept holding Mrs. Bain down while Jen pushed the covers up her legs. She got on top of her legs and pushed her head up under the covers. I tried to keep from getting the giggles over all the commotion going on under the bed spread, and Jen's hair was a total mess by the time she sat up again. We both saw our mistake as soon as we pulled the covers off. She was completely helpless, just as we'd planned, but she still had on her nightshirt and panties. Jen nodded "okay" when I moved my fingers like scissors, but only for the panties. She didn't want to cut the nightshirt off her, for some reason, so we wound up pushing it over her head and sliding it behind her back. It was kind of neat the way it worked out. The nightshirt wasn't in the way back there, and it forced her to stick her breasts out more. I'm sure Jen has seen her many times, but that was the first time I'd seen Mrs. Bain completely naked. How could a woman with a grown daughter have a body like that? Jen sat on her legs and traced the back of her fingernails up one thigh and down the other. She'd tickle around the pubic hair, open those rose petal lips and blow on them, and then resume her tantalizing trip around her thighs. I just wanted to rub every inch of her body. Her breasts were right there, soft and inviting, but my hands found their way to her face. I held her head between my knees and ran my hands over the satin, feeling her lips, her nose, her cheeks and even her ears beneath it. I lowered my face to her and kissed the same wet part of the panty Jen had been kissing. Then finally I moved on to her breasts. Her nipple popped up in my mouth like a small penis. I could hear her gasp when I started, and she let out a shuddering sigh as I sucked. I'll admit, I wasn't trying to excite her just then, I don't even know if the delight it gave me was completely sexual. I just needed to suckle at her breast, and I closed my eyes and sucked loudly as my hand squeezed rhythmically. Jen was using her mouth too. I could see her twinkling eyes as her nose rested in the soft flesh of her mother's pubic mound. "No, please, don't," she kept sobbing, but her legs slipped further apart every time the bed jiggled. Jen was getting her close. She was trembling all over and I knew it would be an earth shattering orgasm for her, but instead of moaning with lust, she was whimpering and crying. Jen jumped up before her mother could come, and scrambled for her head. "Nooooo," her mother moaned in agony, "let me finish, just once, I'll do anything, please." I moved down between Mrs. Bain's legs, to take Jen's place while she made her mother eat her, but Jen shook her head "no." "I don't let her come," Jen whispered in my ear, "I never let her come. I will never, ever, let her come in my presence." I didn't understand, I still don't, but as I watched her body writhe, and heard her frantic efforts to breath while her daughter rode her mouth, I moved up behind Jen and started kissing her neck. Jen takes a very long time to reach orgasm. I hadn't been able to see what had taken her so long last night, but I could watch it all tonight. If I had gotten on her mother's face first, I would have just humped it or made her eat me. Hell, even men accidentally hit the right spot often enough to get me off faster than Jen. Now that I watch the way Jen does it, I wonder why I'm always in such a rush. She starts in ultra-slow motion. Tucking her butt up, she presses herself down on her mothers upturned face. Then she pushes herself down the face, ever so slowly. I can see a slight quiver as she presses down harder and holds at the end, then she relaxes and moves up to the top, and starts again. A glistening trail of moisture is on Mrs. Bain's face after the very first stroke. I sometimes get moist with excitement, but I've never got as wet as this. Jen's slow sliding is smothering her mother, and the frantic efforts to catch a breath keep twisting and bulging the soft flesh of Jen's clean-shaven pussy. I don't see how Jen can be so quiet with something like that going on in her pussy. I can feel the vibrations or her mother's screams in my own pussy, and mine isn't covering her mouth. Jen is lost in carnal pleasure, and I know she won't come back until after those adorable high squeaks she makes when she has an orgasm. It will take a long time, and the wild thrashing beneath me will have weakened a lot by then, but it's comfortable sitting on her mother's soft breasts, and it's a long time 'till dawn. P.S. The kid rings the bell at 9:00 AM; Jen and Julie scramble around like it's unexpected. They make mom think it was Julie at the door, coming back from her trip. Ergo, mom doesn't know who's joined her daughter in their kinky sex game. Hope you don't mind my just dumping these "facts," but they only cross a couple "t's," and they aren't sexy. Authors note: The panties I describe in this story are real. I got them from Satique Lingerie in Manhattan. They are very well made and I am delighted with them. They have two types; the brief and the hipster. I got the brief and it's perfect, I can't see what good the hipster is though. They also have something called a hood panty. Yep, you've got it. It's a panty with a built in hood for a "friends" head. I didn't buy that one, but I should. You know, for research, in case I have to use them in a story or something. I'll give you their web address if you say something nice about my writing. I think I made up the "puppy gloves," but some sections of my brain have been sacrificed to the amber liquid. The name and purpose of "puppy gloves" may be all that's left after the brain cells with the whole picture died at some party. With Friends Like These...? Why did I tip the guy who cleaned my car one hundred dollars? Let's go back a year. I was getting into my car after work when two guys in ski masks gave me a beating. When they were done, well let's put it this way, my hospital chart looked like a who's who of injuries. In short order I lost my job and my girl while I recovered. The police questioned me about what happened. They took some prints off my car but could not match them with anyone in their system. The thing that really disturbed me was that my supervisor: Joan, who I had thought of as a friend, never called me in all the months I was out. She didn't even invite me to her wedding to that knucklehead boyfriend of hers. The one saving grace of this period of my life was Susan. She was the sergeant who was investigating my case. Blond and a bit muscular I thought at first that she was a lesbian, until the night she came over and I wound up in bed watching her big tight ass pound down on my cock while she held onto the headboard. She slammed down onto me so hard the bed broke. After asking if I was okay she kept going until we both came. A few months later when the case was declared closed, or at least inactive, she unofficially moved in with me. After getting back my wallet I came home and told her all my questions had been answered. She sat down at the table, her professional instincts taking over as she asked me to tell her everything in detail. She knew I had not been able to drive for months and my car looked like shit, literally, my neighbor who had driven it home from the crime scene could not get it into the garage. Parked under the trees in my driveway birds had decorated it for months on end. When I picked it up from the detailing center the man who had been cleaned it limped over to me and said, "Mister I found this on the side of the seat. Here!" It did not look like my wallet, but who knows? My memory had not been the same since the beating. When I opened it though everything came together. Laughing I gave the man all the money in it, a hundred dollars. Had there been a thousand I would have gladly given it to him and not even blinked. I told Susan whose wallet it was. She got on the phone and made some calls to a few friends in the department who she could trust to keep their mouths shut. Then we started to plan what to do next. She told me the name of a good private detective who went and got a statement from the man who handed me the wallet telling me she had to stay out of this, for now. A week later I called Joan and told her that I had something that I found in my car that belonged to her brother-in- law and that she, and his wife should come over as soon as possible to pick it up, or I would send it over to the police and they could talk to him about it. I chuckled as I hung up the phone. Joan and Traci, did not get along well at all. Years ago Traci had had an affair with Joan's husband to be, before later "settling" on his brother. That affair had led to Joan breaking up with her fiancé for a while, and of course she leaned on me for support the whole time. They were also physical opposites. Joan was in her mid-forties, tall, slightly on the heavy side with a nice smile and an even nicer set of tits. She reminded everyone of the typical hot housewife. Traci on the other hand was in her late twenties. She was short and looked like she could still pass for a teenager. What made her the ultimate fuck fantasy though were her tits. She had a set of 36Cs that on her small five foot one inch frame looked like a pair of forties and then some. They arrived together and I showed them into my living room, having them sit across from me on the same couch, Susan was in the other room taping everything, and with good reason. Joan knew something was coming but tried to act like nothing was wrong. Traci was worried also, but liked to see Joan squirm even more. I almost lost it when Joan asked how was I doing. "How nice of you to ask that almost a year after the incident. I guess my invite for your wedding got lost in the mail? Huh?" she looked down at the floor. "Since you asked, the cops found some prints on my car and the tire iron the creeps used on me but they could not match the prints. A shame huh? Until this was found in my car. Must have fallen out when they were knocking out my teeth or slamming the car door on my hand!" I smiled at them with my reconstructed mouth. I handed them each an envelope. In it were copies of the contents of the wallet. Most noticeable was Traci's husband's driver's license and most damming was a note with the location of the parking lot I parked my car at including the time I would be there and my license plate. I let them digest it all before going on. "And look here is a police report saying that they had lost the wallet the day after in a mall fifty miles from where I had been beaten. Bet that is enough to get a copy of his prints? And I am sure he would take, oh, about five seconds to roll over on the other dummy." I let them digest it for a moment before going on. "Now the way I look at it they will both wind up going to jail as they sell each other out, and who knows they might throw you two into the mix. You know they might not see the kids until they are ready to retire themselves?" Tears started to well up in Joan's eyes. "I'm sorry. I should not have done what I did. Using you to get him jealous. I didn't think he would do what he did. Not in a million years." Wasn't that a kick in the head? I was trying to help her especially during that time when her old man stepped out on her and I got a beating for my troubles, and in the end she got him. Even Jim won in that he got a piece of Traci's ass and still wound up with Joan in the end. "You knew? Well I guess you will go to jail with him huh? I'm sure Traci will sell you out to protect her husband. Right Traci?" "You bitch! It's all about you! You had to get your husband jealous and involve my husband? Great!" "This is all your fault! Had you not fucked around with Jim none of this would have come about." Joan fired back. I let it go on a bit until it looked like they were going to come to blows and then I broke it up. "Look I am not selfish. Maybe there is a way out of this with nobody going to jail." Both ladies looked up with some hope in their eyes. Yes I did ask them for money. That was to cover what I lost from no income with a bit for my troubles. But I wanted something more to make up for my pain and suffering. "Now I am not stupid. Joan you were never really my friend and I see that now, I was just there to stroke your ego and to be used by you. Well first off if either of you two get the idea of sending your old men down here to harm me think again. A friend of a friend who neither of you know has the original wallet and a sworn statement from the man who found it. If I go to the hospital with so much as a hangnail, or if this person does not hear from me on a regular basis it all goes straight to the D.A., the newspapers and the cops. Understood?" They nodded their heads in agreement. "I am really here to help you all out. This fighting between you two has got to stop. What was done is done and in the past. I want you two to kiss and make up, now!" They seemed a little surprised but they said they were sorry to each other. I waited a moment then said to them again to kiss and make up. It finally filtered through their collective heads on what I really wanted and they were shocked. Joan said she would not but Traci was sort of weighing it. I told them that I admired their integrity but hoped that they could manage when their husbands were put away. They asked was there anything else they could do? Cook for me? Clean for me? More money? I told them their friendship with each other meant the most to me. They knew they were licked. Traci moved closer to Joan who was very tense. She leaned forward and kissed Joan on the lips. Joan stiffly kept her eyes open the whole time. "I can't do this!" she said. Traci replied "Relax! It's better than our husbands going to jail!" I told them to keep making up. Traci kissed Joan again as my cock grew hard watching little-miss-goody-goody get kissed by another woman. Joan turned to me and asked me why I was doing this, that I used to be such a nice guy. I told her that I guess I had the "nice" beaten out of me. To help her relax I poured Joan a stiff drink. She gulped it down and thanked me. She knew that was the only mercy she would get from me that night. After the third or fourth kiss she actually seemed to get into it a bit letting the kisses last longer. I told Traci to squeeze Joan's tits through that nice tight green cable knit sweater she was wearing. Traci's small hands reached forward and groped Joan's boobs. Joan moved a bit away but Traci began to feel her up. I told Joan to do the same. Hesitantly she reached forward and grabbed Traci's tits through the slightly grungy rock concert shirt that she had on. For two women who never had had lesbian sex they seemed to know what to do. I then told them to take off each other's tops, slowly. Joan stopped to mouth a protest but knew it would do her no good. Traci removed Joan's sweater revealing her lacy white cotton bra. Joan took off Traci's shirt to revealing she had no bra on at all. I could not believe how big and firm her tits were. I told them that if Traci did not have a bra on Joan must take hers off also. Traci reached around Joan's back, making it a point to rub her tits against Joan as she undid the bra. Joan's tits were soft, just the way I imagined them to be (Hey! I was not that good of a friend). They started to kiss again. I told them to make sure their tits rubbed together as they made out. The women seemed to get aroused and I could see their nipples get hard as they made out even harder. To my delight Joan accepted Traci's tongue in her mouth. Traci got so horny she started to rub her pussy through her jeans with one hand as she groped Joan with the other. Traci kissed her way down Joan's neck, pausing for a moment, then she lifted one of Joan's tits to her mouth and began to suck on it. Traci sucked Joan's nipples long and hard until Joan began to moan. "I can't help myself. I shouldn't be into this. No way!" she protested, then she moaned again as Traci worked her other nipple. Traci lifted Joan's own breast to Joan's face. Joan hesitated for only a moment then she began to suck on her own nipple. Joan finally reached up her dress and fingered herself through her panties. "I am glad to see you two are making up. Now I want to see Traci bury the hatchet, or rather her tongue in Joan's pussy. That's it Traci, get down on the floor and pull off her panties. Joan hike your skirt up a bit, that's good! Traci spread Joan's legs a bit more." Traci kissed Joan's pussy lips then stuck her tongue into her sister's cunt. Joan moaned, Traci liked that she had a sort of power over Joan and began licking and kissing her cunt faster and deeper "I bet your husband doesn't bring you off like that Joan? Huh?" I asked her but she could not answer as she was squinting and letting out a long slow moan as Traci serviced her pussy and fingered her cunt. "Always come prepared I always say or is it be prepared to cum? I can never get them straight." I said getting out an old doctor's bag I had bought at a flea market. Traci turned around as I opened it. I pulled out a big vibrator and some lube. Joan started to protest; at one time she said she would never use one of those things because she knew women who had become addicted to them. Giggling Traci lubed it up. Joan tried to tell her to stop but it was too late as Traci turned it on and slipped it inside of her. Joan's eyes shut and she said "Oh shit!" as the vibrator stimulated her pussy. I told them to not blame themselves, they could blame me. Before me was little Miss Housewife cumming so much that if I had seen it in a porn movie I would have shut it off saying that the girl was faking it. Traci was really getting off on controlling Joan. Finally my cock could not take it anymore. I had Joan get up and take off her skirt. She probably thought I was going to fuck her but I had something else in store for her. I had Joan sit on top of the couch arm, and then I had Traci start to lick her pussy again bending over standing up. I went behind Traci and undid her jeans pulling them down to her ankles. She had no panties on. I slapped her tight little butt once or twice and like the true slut she was she giggled instead of being offended. I pulled out my cock. Joan's eyes were wide. In the all the years of being her friend (remember if you are a man and are friends with a doable woman "friend " can translate into "castrated bitch") she never probably imagined that I had a cock. I held Traci's hips and shoved it in, she was tight and wet, Ah! the pleasures of fucking a little woman. She moaned and groaned in her slightly squeaky voice saying "Oh! Yeah!" with each thrust, then she took that energy and lapped Joan's pussy even quicker. Soon I dumped a huge hot load of cum in her shaved cunt. Now there is an art to being a slut and Traci knows it by heart. First she milked my deflating cock with her pussy and then spun around and sucked my cock dry. I motioned for Joan to join Traci on the floor. Joan kept looking at my cock. She said that we were friends and I told her that I guess she is a very good friend as she is going to help Traci suck my dick. Traci held my cock up to Joan's face and began to rub it. Joan halted for a second. A million things must have run through her mind, but what was she going to do? Refuse and send her husband to jail? Slowly she moved her face forward and took my cock in her mouth and began to suck it. She had good technique applying just the right amount of spit and suction. Then Traci took her turn and what she lacked in subtleness she made up for by being a pig. "Ahh! The classics never go out of style!" I told them as they both licked my cock head. I told them to finger each other as they sucked me off. Soon I was good and hard and even though I would have liked to have coated both their faces with my cum I had wanted to get to the main event, fucking Joan and her fat mommy ass. I had her get up and lean over the couch arm. She began to get a little upset "Why are you doing this? You used to be such a nice guy!" I told her again that I had had it beaten out of me. I slapped her fat ass. "Getting a little big in the backside there Joan aren't you? Too much of that homemade pot roast huh?" I slapped her ass again watching the red marks develop where my hand had struck. She started to turn around and I told her to keep her hands on the couch arm. I slapped her ass yet again. "Joan don't you ever question me again! Understand?" I said slapping her ass a bit harder each time. "Do you understand? You expect mercy after your husband nearly beat me to death? And I thought I had balls.?" After a few more slaps she whimpered "Yes!" I continued even harder "Yes! What?" Through her tears she said "Yes! Master!" "Good! now that you have been put in your place let me put my cock in its place which is between your pussy lips. Lean forward a bit more, raise your ass into the air a bit higher. That's it!" Slowly I pushed my cock into her savoring every inch of it. For every man who is some women's chastised friend this was a victory. Her pussy by far was the wettest I had ever stuck it into. I loved hearing her soft moans as my cock stirred her cunt. I slapped her ass every now and again for emphasis. I asked her had she every thought of me fucking her before and she whimpered a "yes." I slowly fucked her pulling it nearly all the way out then ramming it back in. I reached around and squeezed her tits soft tits and hard nipples. After five minutes I pulled out of her and told her to lay down on the couch. I got between her legs and began to fuck her again putting her legs on my shoulders. I called over to Traci and told her to sit on Joan's face. Traci hovered over Joan's face telling her to eat her out good. Joan began lapping Traci's cunt as I started to fuck her again. It was such a joy watching the look on Traci's face as Joan's tongue worked her cunt. Traci began to cum after the first few minutes, I told her to pinch Joan's nipples hard which caused Joan to lick Traci's cunt even faster. After I came I pulled out of Joan and had Traci lean forward so they were eating each other's cunts out on my couch. After watching this mutual display of lesbian satisfaction I sat down in my easy chair and had Joan get on top of my cock. To me this is one of the biggest turn-ons of the afternoon as now she was fucking me. She held my cock steady and I watched her fat behind squat down on it with a wet noise. She bounced up and down on my cock and knew from that moment on she was totally broken to my will. Eventually I felt I was going to cum, this was going to be the biggest load I ever shot in my life. I had her get up and lean forward so her hands were on the coffee table, I had her raise her butt high in the air and then I pounded her as fast and as hard as I could. I had Traci, the wonder slut, get underneath Joan and lick her pussy and my cock while I fucked Joan. After another minute of fucking I came inside her deep and hard. When I finished cumming I put my dick into Traci's waiting mouth and she sucked it dry then worked on sucking Joan's clit clean while I went to my bag for what would set the closing act of the day. "Joan I just want to make sure things are okay between you and Traci so I want you to put this on." I took out a dildo harness and a dildo that would split a horse. Traci began to look a bit nervous, after I strapped Joan in I had her grease it up with lube as Traci obediently got onto the coffee table. "Now to be honest remember this was Traci's fault Joan, her fucking your husband and all, so I figured the only way to clear the air was for you to fuck her back." Joan gave an evil smile and said "With pleasure." Traci moaned and at one time pleaded that it would not fit as Joan worked the dildo into her cunt. With a pop the huge purple rubber cock finally slid inside of Traci. Joan fucked Traci without mercy her tits bouncing as she did so. I had Traci lean her head over the coffee table and fucked her throat deep and hard. At one point her teeth scraped my cock. I took my cock out of her mouth and slapped her across the face with it then stuck it back in her mouth again fucking her face deeper than ever as I painfully squeezed her nipples. I decided to have my cake and eat it to, having them get on their knees together and jerked off my load over both their faces. After I came I rubbed it in with my cock. I told them to get dressed. They asked me if it they were done. I told them not by a long shot. There was the matter of a year's salary and the interest. I told them the figure that they needed to supply. A bargain when you consider the legal fees they'd have to pay in court for lawyers. "Maybe we can barrow from our pensions?" Joan said. Traci replied that they could only get half the money. I told them there were more ways than one to earn the money and they would. Joan again got soft and said that she was sorry. I smiled through my capped teeth, restored after her husband broke them with a tire iron, and told her I knew. I showed them to the door and locked it. Susan came out of the next room naked. She kissed me hold me tight against those solid tits of hers. "You enjoyed that a bit too much." I reached between her legs and felt her wetness, "You seemed to enjoy it also." She giggled as she grasped my cock. I asked her if she was ready for step two. She told me she should as she was helping to plan it. With Friends Like These...? "You know with friends like Traci and Joan who needs..." "...enemies?" "Well I was going to say porn but that works." She slapped me playfully before knocking me down onto the couch. For Joan and Traci the next few months would be long ones, not as long as me in the hospital but long ones all together.