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A Friend in Need

By: Jool



NOTE FROM JOOL:

For years she thought seriously about becoming a nun. Seriously. I know how strange it sounds. And she said she wouldn't do it for any real religious reason, but mainly just to help her escape the whole sex thing with guys. I wondered if God would let her in with that kind of devotion.

She wasn't really afraid of sex, but I think in the long run it just seemed like too much hassle to try to learn. The whole high heels - make up - garter belts - seduction thing. Even giving head to a guy made her cringe. She told me she couldn't understand why she had to dress up for a guy just to feel pleasure or be in a relationship.

She wasn't a virgin at nineteen, but she was very single and very celibate.

Cath moved into a small apartment on her own with her cat. It was looking as if she would be one of those crazy cat ladies, old spinster woman, a born-again Virgin at 96 years of age. It didn't bother her either. She just couldn't be bothered putting any effort into trying to land a guy. And Cath was by no means ugly. I had been her best friend for nearly thirteen years. We went to high school together, and had gone through pretty much every up and down possible in a friendship. I felt so sorry for her. It was as if nobody had taught her anything. I didn't want my friend ending up a lonely old spinster cat woman.

Cath was slightly shorter than me, and I'm pretty tall; nearly six foot.

She had small boobs but a good body and very pretty eyes. I saw guys looking at her, but she seemed instantly turned off by them, no matter how good looking. I think Brad Pitt could have tried it on with her, and she still would have been unimpressed. Her only interest in men were older men. As this was something I was into, I could recognize it easily. She'd turn her gorgeous blue eyes at any middle-aged man in a business suit who looked as if he was about to pass over the 50 year mark. She'd double-take at a much older man and leer at him. She even had a thing for my dad. (That's not hard though!)

The older I got the more brave I became, thinking about telling her about my relationship with my Dad, as socially unacceptable it was. She had a distant relationship with her father, and I was wondering perhaps if nobody else could bring her out of her shell, maybe her own Dad could. Or maybe... maybe even my own Dad...

My Dad had just turned fifty five. He was quite tall, nearly six three, and a big, big man. His shoulders were very wide, and he was one of the strongest, fierce men I'd ever known. He was a bit overweight, but that only added to part of his charm. This massive man who carried his weight with such power and confidence, he was nearly irresistible. He'd always had a beard which was always well-trimmed and rough. When he kissed, it was a mixture of soft wet kisses and scratchy, prickly texture.

I loved him, I loved feeling his hands on me. It was an addiction. Dad loved wrapping his mouth around me, any and every inch of me, and sucking, probing with his tongue, making love to me until we were both drenched and satisfied. I loved wrapping my mouth around him, too. From behind, from below, from above. Anything he wanted I gave him.

Cath sometimes asked me why she didn't see me with guys. I fobbed her off with excuses about being in love with someone already. I figured it was time to tell her who it was.

I arranged to bring some videos over to her apartment one night, along with a huge feast of popcorn, chips and candy. It was going to be a night of delicious slothing at it's very best.

"Cath. You know how you never see me with any younger guys?"

I carried in a mug of iced chocolate for her and sat down on her legs on the couch and laughed playfully.

"Yah you and your damn mystery man!"

"You want to know who it is?" I grinned.

"Sure!"

"Well. Don't freak out okay?"

"Is it someone I know?"

"It's my Dad."

She stared at me in disbelief. Her eyes bulged out wide and grew cold and unemotional.

"What?"

I stared back, and smiled.

"My dad and I are in love with each other. I've been having sex with him for years. He fucks like the devil."

Cath grimaced and moved away from me on the couch.

"What are you saying!"

"Seriously. There's nothing wrong with it. I'm an adult now, and I love it. I love it, Cath. My Dad has the most amazing, incredible cock. He knows how to use it too."

"Oh God, Jools, what the fuck are you talking about!?"

I shrugged and looked back at the television. I knew that if she had some time to let it sink in, she'd calm down. A few minutes passed and she kept staring at me as if I was a leper.

"You... and your dad...?"

I nodded, stuffing my face full of popcorn.

"...How?"

"How did it start? I was a bit younger, after my parents got divorced, and I went to stay with him for a couple of months, and it just happened. I was in the bath and he walked in, and I seduced him. I gave him head, and swallowed his cum and it was the best sex of my life. He came into my bedroom and made love to me."

She swallowed hard on her shock and uncertainty. I could see she was blushing. She'd never heard me talk like that before, not aloud. She'd read some of my erotic stories, and they made her blush too, but this was... scary to her. I could sense that.

"Oh God."

"Yeh. You should try it." I said distractedly, "My Dad knows how to make a girl cum."

And that was that. We continued having a great night watching television and some movies. Nothing more was said, we simply changed the subject and moved on.

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CATH'S STORY

Jools was always pretty much of a rebel. I'd known her for years and years, and while she never had normal type boyfriends and stuff, I knew there was something going on which was not right. I saw her hugging with her Dad and kissing his lips sometimes, and they lingered just a little bit too long but I just figured they were, I don't know, you know, good friends, or like really close. When she came right out and told me she was having an intimate sexual relationship with her Daddy, I couldn't believe it, and yet, I could. It all fit into place.

Her Daddy was incredibly big and really strong and even I had like a crush on him. I knew he could ... make a girl cum, I knew he could. It oozed out of him, he just had a confidence. He'd look at me, look at my ass, leer at my tits, and somehow it seemed right for him to do that. He always smelled great too. He was pretty much the only man I didn't mind having look at me like that, because it felt like he knew what he was doing.

And THEN!! I couldn't believe it!! That little bitch, I couldn't believe what she did! I was home playing on the computer one night, and someone knocks on the door, and when I went to open it, it was her Daddy! Oh God, I blushed like someone had set me on fire.

"Oh Hi, Mr.Leopold." I babbled, my throat tightening.

"Hi Cathy baby, can I come in? Joolie said she wanted me to pick her up from here."

"Jools isn't here."

He looked genuinely perplexed. I knew immediately that she had set this up.

"Listen, do you want to, umm...come in?"

"Okay sure, I'll give her a ring if I can. Find out what she's up to."

Jool's Daddy walked in past me and my head started spinning.

"Uhh, I think I know what she's up to." I said, "Can you just wait here a second?" I asked. I ran into the bathroom and shut the door.

Ever since my friend had told me about her and her Daddy, I couldn't stop thinking about it. I have to admit to masturbating a heck of a lot, trying to calm down the raging desire inside of me to have this man try to make me cum. Truth was, for a while, I thought I was asexual, not interested in sex at all. But in the three weeks after Jool's confession, I'd cum more times alone in bed, than I had all my life. I was out of control, thinking about what it would be like.

I looked in the mirror and brushed my hair quickly. My face was flushed and I could see that I was nervous. Jool's Daddy was well over thirty four years older than me. I thought about what his body would look like, the hang in his cock, the sag in his balls. What would his cum smell like, what would he sound like when he orgasmed? I admit to thinking all of these awful things. I wanted to slap myself for thinking such things but it wouldn't stop the thoughts. Instead, I knew I had to let myself experience some kind of pleasure. I wondered if he would be willing.

I slipped my shirt down over my shoulders lower and unbuttoned it down to let my bra peek out from under the material. I hitched my skirt up a bit higher and slipped my panties off, leaving them on the bathroom floor, and walked out again. He glanced up. He did a double-take and stared at me leeringly.

"Uhh, I think Jools said she might be here later, in about an hour half maybe."

I slid up against one of the arm chairs, and draped myself over it. I couldn't believe how much my body was on fire.

"Ah, I see. Okay then, well I should let you go."

"Oh, do you have to? Would you like a drink?"

"No, thanks Cath." He smiled.

"Are you sure?"

"Yah, positive."

"Oh." I let my disappointment sound heavier in the air so that he would know. Men could be dopes at times, I knew that much. Sometimes you just had to come right out and say it aloud! He glanced at me. I think he suspected something.

"Jool told me about you and her." I burst out.

He didn't look shocked. He stood up straighter, ready to defend himself.

"Oh yeah?"

"Yeah. She told me you and her... did it."

He laughed, " 'Did it'?"

"You know..."

"Yes, I know."

"Is it true?"

"Yes, it's true." He didn't sound apologetic. Why should he?

"I was just wondering...how it happened." I asked, shyly.

He looked into my eyes again, and the spark of realisation hit him.

"Ohhh...You were wondering how it happened that I ended up fucking my own daughter?"

I blushed again. "Yes."

"You want the details, Cathy?"

He walked over to me, closer. I felt his presence before I felt the heat of his hand on my arm. I nodded.

"Mmmm, well, then, you should sit down. I wouldn't want you ... a heap of wet pussy on the floor."

I nearly gasped at his words. He was so damn open and crude about it, and yet, he was right. My pussy was throbbing and tingling already, just thinking about it. He pushed me down gently into the chair and stood over me for a moment before he began.

"Joolies was visiting me for a while. She's a very erm...persuasive girl and she knew I had feelings for her, she knew that, when she came to visit.

I used to dream about her, early on. It was all subconscious desires at first. Something you don't want to find yourself having to admit consciously. I used to think about going into her bedroom and just watching her, then I used to wonder, what if...?"

Jool's Dad reached out and began to stroke my hair lightly. My heart was pounding madly, and I could hardly breathe. He went on, in a deep, throbbing voice.

"What if I just touched her ... here? Or ... here ... what if ... what if I just stroked my finger along her beautiful neck? Or her thigh? A daddy could do that, couldn't he? It wouldn't be wrong, just loving his own daughter the way she deserves to be loved..."

I looked up at him and saw that his heavy bulk was breathing heavier. I parted my knees lightly and turned on the chair to face him completely. He still stood over me, his hot shadow cast over me as I sat underneath him.

"Of course I never did. The family broke up badly and I didn't see her for years. Then she came to visit and she was a woman. Fully and in ways I couldn't even imagine. Her breasts were large and womanly, her hips swayed in a very sexy manner. I found myself absolutely and positively in love with her as a woman, as a girl, but still, more importantly, as a daughter."

With that, he stroked his hand down my face, along my cheek. Just a gentle touch sliding over my jaw and tickling my ear. I wanted to close my eyes.

I was face to face with his crotch area. I could see his hard on through his trousers. For the first time in my life, I wanted to see his cock. Not just see it, but feel it too, and run my fingers over it. I even wanted to kiss it, take it in my mouth and slurp it around hungrily.

"Your Dad must die inside every time he sees you, Cathy baby. Your Daddy must feel his cock so hard and his entire body filled with pleasure when you smile at him. I bet he does..." He stroked my lips. I opened my mouth and licked his finger. His hand tasted salty and hot. "I know I do."

I was in his power, utterly and completely now. I was his woman, his everything. I had never wanted anyone else in the world as much as I wanted him. I licked his finger wetter and slid my tongue around his fingertip.

"Jool woke up in the middle of the night and came down to me in the den in her night wear. I made her a drink and stood in front of her. I touched her hand with my cock. It was straining through and I knew she could see it and feel it. My head was full of images of her, I could see her, my daughter, leaning in and freeing my aching, red, bulbous cock. Freeing it and taking it in her inexperienced hands and feeling it, shaping it, moulding it lightly, then rubbing it, then suckling on it like I was her nourishment."

His hand came down to his own groin, and he was ever so slightly stroking himself. I watched his fingers sliding along his upper thigh, near his trouser pockets. I reached out without thinking and stroked his hand too. I heard his breath catch as he continued seducing me with his story.

"Ohhh you can't imagine the pleasure of that, the need I had right then.

She touched my cock through my pants, she rubbed it lightly, Cath. My beautiful woman's fingers on my cockhead, easing the pre-cum out of it without even knowing. She was teasing me, trying me out, testing me. Then she leaned in without a word, and kissed my cock through the pants. I nearly launched myself on her then, but stopped because she had stopped. I backed away and went to have a shower. I left her there alone, I had to. I had my shower, and fucked my own hand, thinking it was her there with me. I came hard but I wasn't satisfied. I washed the cum off of me and went to bed. Minutes later, I heard her start her shower. I decided we needed to talk, so I went in there."

"You didn't go in there to talk." I said, suddenly.

"Of course not." He replied, "I wanted her. I wanted her more than anything. Like I want you to take my cock right now and touch it. I want that more than anything..."

I took his lead and unzipped his pants, pulling them down a little and pulling his cock out. My fingers burnt with the first touch of his old penis; it was warm in my fingers and nearly rock hard. There I was, the girl who loathed men, my body was filled with the same desire he had. I felt powerful, I felt confident. I leaned in and just began to suckle on his shaft. I just wrapped my lips around the side, kissing and kissing it.

I felt his hand on my head, unnerved by my sudden sucking attack.

"Ohhhh" he moaned, "God, Cath... Ohh Cath I've wanted your lips around my dick for so long now...you're like my daughter, you've always been there..."

I moaned too, I whispered things into the flesh and muscle of his groin.

Things I never thought I'd say aloud.

"Go on." I said louder, so he would continue the story.

"Ohghh I can't...I can't stand..."

I led Jool's Dad over to the couch and sat him down there. I pulled his pants further down and knelt in front of him on the floor. There I was, the whore I always craved to be. And what a cock I was a slave to! I leant in and looked up at him, waiting for him to continue his story. I licked the tip of his dick lightly. He shuddered and closed his eyes trying to concentrate.

"Go on..." I encouraged.

"Jool was in the shower. I made up some excuse and walked in there. She covered up at first, but then when realized I was there to stay, she lowered her arms away from her beautiful, full breasts, and I saw her in all her nakedness. My daughter was beautiful and curvaceous. I could barely breathe. She got into the bath, bending over in front of me. It was deliberate, Cath, she wanted me to see her glistening wet cunt. She wanted me to see she was wet for me. Are you wet for me?"

I moaned for him and swallowed my tongue around his cock.

I was wet, my pussy was nearly dripping from my thirsty juices. I wanted him to see too. I pulled away and took my shirt off, then slipped out of my skirt. I showed him my naked body, and he gazed at me as if I was a Goddess. I totally understood Jool's love for her father. If he made her feel the way he was making me feel right then, then I understood it. His eyes ate me alive as if I was the most delicious and beautiful treat. His hands came down to maul my tits and I loved it. I pushed myself into his grabbing hands, I climbed up onto his lap so that I could feel his hands between my legs too! I wanted him to see, to touch, to smell, to taste everything. I heard him inhale my juice aroma. I heard him moan. I felt his finger lightly tease my cunt hole, splaying my swollen lips open and then leaning in to lick me. I cried out and wanted to fuck him.

"Let me finish the story while you work on my bulging balls and dick, Cath..." He said. "Mmmm, you taste like dew. Hot, moist, exotic smoky strawberry dew." He described my pussy scent and the flavour of it. I almost came in his hand when he used those words.

"She bathed herself in the bath for a while, and I was like a zombie, out of control completely. I began washing her knees, spreading them like butter, and she leaned in and began to rub my cock. I knew I was going to cum in her hand, but she stopped me. I grew harder and pushed her head back. She opened her mouth to me and let me in, she let my full length in between her lips, she moved her mouth open and around me, took my cock into her throat."

As he said the words, I did the actions. I was Jool for the time being, but I would be better. It was a competition, I wanted him to forget her for a moment at least, and I wanted to be the only girl he knew or needed. I sucked his cock into my mouth and gobbled it down like I was a pro. I wanted to feel the tightness in my throat, I actually wanted to feel him filling my belly up with his white, hot cum. I wanted it!

I wiggled my ass at him and he began to finger my pussy lightly as he continued describing the scene.

"She held her head back to get my cock all the way in, she did it...like...you're sucking...ohhh Cath... Ohhghghhh God... My girl ... she let me fuck her delicious little mouth... she wanted my cum..."

Slowly he grew quiet and I knew he was going to cum. He leaned in and began licking and suckling at the lips of my cunt in louder, slurping motions.

His tongue stroked my clit as I held my behind up in the air for him, my face deeply embedded in his lap, going down on him so deep he would never be the same. He began thrusting his hips up into my face as I fucked his cock lovingly with my mouth and my throat.

I was an expert now, because I wanted to be. I wanted this more than life itself. I was moaning as he licked me, moaning as his finger moved in and out of my pussy. Muffled whimpering gripped in my throat as his tongue lapped me up and probed my sexuality. I bucked up into his face as he bucked upwards into mine.

I felt him explode like a cannon in my mouth. The cum began pumping deep in my throat and I tried to swallow it, but it seeped out of my mouth. I swallowed hard and pulled away, then began to lick it and suck it off his cock. He convulsed and threw his cock up into my face as he continued cumming. I could hear his cries as he spurted. I drank up as much as I could, and as I did, I felt the pressure of climax building up inside.

I was going to cum on his mouth! I cried out and braced myself against his knees. I gripped his legs and began cumming loudly and brilliantly. White light rushed around my head and I felt the pleasure ripping through my body. He licked my pussy, drank in all the wetness, sipped the cum from me.


A Friend in Need



A continuation of Friends go swimming...

Notes: Second submission, Please read Friends go swimming before you read this. I am very pleased with how the first story turned out. I could never do this without your support and advice. Seriously, I thought my first story would be hated and I would be so disappointed, I thought wrong. Well here is the story; there will be more to come. I did change this story because of your advice in the comments; so sorry if it doesn't perfectly match the first story. Oh, and if you want to just bash the story without any advice, or ideas to improve it, do so using your username, not Anonymous. So I can refer to your stories (If there are any) and learn from them, that and it is easy to bash someone when they can't see if you are any better.

Enjoy!

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Staci: "I'm really lonely and I really want you to come over and just hold me while I cry."

Me: "I will be over in ten minutes"

Staci: "Thanks <3 hurry please?"

Me: "make that five"  Staci: "<3"

So I left my house and jogged/ran to Staci's house. Staci knew I loved her and I would do anything for her, she knew I would be there as soon as physically possible. She only lived a few streets away and my PT scores in the National Guard were very good so I made it to her house in less than three minutes.

When I walked inside I could hear Staci crying in her room; she heard me come in and ran to me and nearly knocked me over in her hug. She was taller than me and she just collapsed in my arms sobbing. I took her to her room and sat down on her bed with her, I saw a used but not filled condom on the floor, a men's sneaker, a towel with some blood on it, and tissues everywhere.

I feared Staci was raped by her jerk of a boyfriend Justin.

We sat there for what felt like hours, I kept trying to calm Staci down; telling her it was okay, that I was here. At this time I noticed Staci wasn't wearing any pants or underwear, just a long shirt. I didn't notice at first because I was so focused on how I would kill her boyfriend Justin.

Well now I noticed, and I tried not to look too much and not think about it, but my eyes kept getting drawn back to her neatly trimmed mound. I kept telling myself, "How can I think about her like this after she was probably just raped?"

Staci looked at me and was trying to speak but she was crying too much to speak. I whispered in her ear, "Don't speak, just rest, we can talk later." She slowly nodded and I sat next to her until her breathing settled and she was asleep.

I started cleaning her room up from whatever just happened; then I saw the knife I gave Staci to protect herself on her late-night walks, sitting on the end table next to her. I took it and put it back in the sheath, then I saw and picked up the lone sneaker, It was a men's size nine, I thought, "Doesn't Justin wear a size nine, and where is the other one?"

While Staci slept, I made some dinner for when she woke up, it was about seven in the afternoon and I guessed she would be hungry after her nap, she always was. When I woke her up, she must have realized she wasn't wearing anything below the waist; because when I told her the food was on the table, she looked at me and scrambled to cover herself and find a pair of pants to put on; I simply handed her a pair that was behind me, she smiled at me and then put them on.

She followed me down the hallway to the kitchen to eat the grilled cheese and soup I made, I was a good cook and Staci knew it; when she saw the food, she smiled and kissed me on the cheek and thanked me. Then I started thinking, "She usually doesn't do that when I cook." But I brushed it off and sat down to eat.

As we ate Staci told me what happened and why she needed me to come over. Apparently, her boyfriend and she were just about to have sex and he was an asshole and wanted to do her anally instead, he watched a lot of porn and thought she wouldn't care. He didn't even tell her, or use lube, he just rammed into her, making her scream in pain and bleed. Staci said she was in shock for a few moments and he kept ramming into her without caring, so she grabbed the knife I gave her and told him to grab his clothes and leave or she would cut his dick off.

I was ready to go grab my shotgun and hunt him down. But Staci told me her neighbor who was an off-duty cop heard her scream and as Justin was running out half-naked, her neighbor tackled him and handcuffed him; then called another cop to come pick Justin up and asked Staci what happened. Justin was arrested for rape and went to jail to wait for his court date.

I cleaned the dishes and Staci walked up behind me and gave me a hug as I put the dishes away. She laid her head on my shoulder and said, "I just want to thank you for being here and cooking and everything." I turned around and said, "Staci, I am your friend, it's my job to take care of you and help you when things go wrong." Staci hugged me tighter and asked, "Do you think you could stay here with me for a while?"

I hesitated, Staci saw this and added, "Just because my mom won't be home until Wednesday and I don't want to be alone after something like this, please?" I hesitantly nodded and said, "Okay." Then Staci hugged me so tight I couldn't breathe.

We watched a few movies and relaxed, the whole time Staci was curled up next to me, I kept wondering, "Why is she doing all of this?"

When it got to about ten-thirty I suggested we go to sleep and that I would sleep on the couch. Staci told me, "No, you can sleep with me in my bed; we did that all the time last summer when we got tired during the day."

I just quietly nodded and got into her bed, after about a second, I felt her put her arms around me and she sleepily whispered, "Cuddle with me." So I put my arms around her thinking she was just lonely after the incident and I would help her.

I kept thinking, "This isn't right, this is taking advantage of her."

It was about four in the morning when I woke up to a strange feeling, it felt like I was having a wet dream but I knew I was awake. I looked down and I saw Staci's hand rubbing over the bulge in my shorts. At first I just let it happen, but then I really woke up and pulled Staci's hand away from my bulge.

I told her, "Staci, you are still lonely and hormonal about the incident with Justin, and I don't want to take advantage of that, let's just sleep for a few more hours then we can think more clearly." Staci just frowned and whispered, "Okay, if that's what you want."

At around nine in the morning, I woke up and let Staci sleep while I made some coffee and waffles, Staci's favorite breakfast, oh and of course some bacon. (I am a man after all...)

Staci woke up to the smell of food; she sat down and winced in pain because her bottom was still very sore. I poured her a cup of coffee and gave her a few waffles and some bacon, she smiled at me and said, "Are you the husband who cooks for me cleans for me and holds me at night?"

I said, "No, just the best friend you could ask for" Her smile died a little bit after I said that.

I asked Staci, "What is the plan for today?" She replied, "Well, I thought we would hang around and watch some more movies then at six we will go out to dinner."

I nearly choked on my coffee when she said that. I said, "We're doing what now?" Staci looked at my face and how surprised I was and said, "You are too cute sometimes." And she walked away to shower. I was left sitting at the table with my mouth hung open for what felt like an hour. As I cleaned the table and the dishes, I kept thinking about taking Staci out to dinner, "Why did she want to go out with ME?"

Then I thought "It must be because of what happened with Justin and she wants a rebound." So I figured I would take Staci out, have fun and that will be it.

We watched almost every one of Staci's favorite movies, the entire time she kept herself curled in a ball with my arm around her. The closer she got, the more I thought, "Maybe she really wants this." But I put those thoughts to the side.

When it got to about five- thirty I left to shower and change clothes at my house, despite Staci's protests to use her shower.

When I got back to Staci's, it was six in the afternoon and Staci was ready. When she came outside to greet me, my knees almost gave out, Staci looked so beautiful, her dress fit her figure perfectly and she literally took my breath away. Staci noticed and she just asked, "What do you think?"

I just took a deep breath, walked up to her and said, "You look perfect." Then I escorted her to the car and I drove us to the local steakhouse which had a few private booths. We had fun talking to whole night, the entire night Staci kept rubbing her foot up and down my leg and giving me sexy looks from across the table, I asked for the check only halfway through our food.

As I drove up to Staci's house, we saw Justin outside pounding on her front door and Staci just started crying inside the passenger seat. I told her to wait in the car and I got outside and Justin ran to the car but I stopped him. He just yelled, "Get the fuck away or you will be sorry man!" I responded, "Don't try it, I already want to kill you, so don't push me any further." He came at me with some stiletto knife; I knocked it out of his hand and broke his wrist. He just started screaming in pain, I said, "Now leave Staci alone, here's some money for your wrist, if I see you messing with her ever again, I will personally break every bone in your hands, arms, and legs; okay?" He whimpered, "Yea whatever you say!" then he ran away.

When I told Staci he won't bother her anymore, she ran up and hugged me while she cried in my arms. I guided her inside and laid her down on her bed and she whispered something I couldn't understand so I got closer and Staci whispered, "I love you James, I want you to be my first."

I couldn't believe it; I was so shocked. I was thinking, "First I lose my virginity, now I'm going to take my best friend's virginity too!"

I asked Staci. "Is this because of Justin or do you really mean that?" Staci whispered, "James, I love you, and I can't think of anyone else to I would want to be my first." I got down next to Staci and turned the lights out.

As we lay there side by side, we just started kissing. My mind was going wild the entire time to just jump on top of her and fuck her. I knew better, I went slow as I kissed her lips, then her chin, slowly moving to her neck. Staci's mind must have been racing too, she must be as eager as I am, her hands were running up and down my back and her hips were grinding into my groin.

I moved from her neck to behind her ear and her ear lobe. As I moved down Staci's breathing got very rapid and her heartbeat was so fast, she had Goosebumps going down her arms and legs. Staci started to undo her dress and I took a break from kissing her and took my shirt off and removed my belt.

Staci started kissing down my chest, only turning me on even more; I started to return the favor while her bra was still on, Staci went to remove it but I told her to wait.

I worked my way down Staci's abdomen, kissing every inch on the way down; I got to her legs, I kissed her hips and her thighs feeling her skin with my hands, I kissed in between her thighs and she gasped out loud and arched her back, I looked up at her and she moaned, "I'm a little too sensitive there."

I moved back up to her neck and removed her bra as I was kissing her. I had to stop just to think what to do next; Staci already knew, she grabbed the back of my head, kissed me and directed me to kissing and sucking on her nipples. As I was doing this I placed my hand over her crotch to see how wet her panties were and she just raised her hips to meet my hand and grind her crotch on it and then she arched her back again and grunted. I had so many thoughts running through my head, "Should I just rip her panties off? Should I go slower? Should I go faster? Should I stop to kiss her again?"

I wasn't sure what to do; so I did what felt right, I moved down to Staci's panties and slowly pulled them off of her legs and the middle of her panties was sticking to her opening. When I pulled them off her legs, I could smell a distinct aroma in the air, it was Staci, and I loved it.

I hovered over her slit breathing, taking in the sights and smells. I only gave her a few licks because she was so sensitive. I took off my pants and underwear, Staci gave me a few licks too, I put on a condom; then I positioned myself at her entrance and asked, "Are you sure you want to do this?"

Staci just wrapped her legs around my waist and pulled me into her, I stopped her when I reached her hymen, and I leaned over her and kissed her as I pushed through her hymen and buried myself in her. Staci winced as I slowly pushed into her the first time, I wasn't sure I would last too long but the condom did help, I rammed into Staci a few times, she began to meet my thrusts with her hips, then she told me to stop, I thought I crossed a line or she had second thoughts.

Then I felt something tightening around me inside her, and then Staci started moaning and shaking and screaming my name.

I kept pushing in and out of her while her orgasm washed over her body. Then I lost it, I came and yelled out her name. Then I collapsed onto Staci and we laid there kissing and holding each other the whole night.

In the morning, Staci woke me up and whispered, "I love you." I looked into her eyes and said with a smile, "I love you too Staci."

TO BE CONTINUED.......

Thanks for reading, all advice and tips are helpful, I couldn't do this without you guys!

(Hint for the next story, don't think that Staci is it and that we left Marissa out to dry.)



A Friend in Need



I was having a horrible day. My girlfriend of several months, Isabella, had gone out of town to go to a conference. Usually, that wouldn't be a problem, but we had been having some issues as of late, and, for the past two weeks she had been texting another man. I had seen some of the texts over her shoulder and I had seen her sweet smile every time he text. It killed me to think something might be going on, but, alas, it's what I thought. 

I sat at home after she'd left, just thinking. The first night she was gone, there were no calls, no texts saying she made it there. I only had one plan of action, and I felt guilty, but I implemented it anyway. Several hours later, my buddy, whom I'd saved his ass a time or two called. He told me he had some pictures of Isabella with another man, a man who was speaking at the conference and he wanted to warn me before sending them my way. I agreed that I was certain they would be painful, but, I needed to see what was going on. 

Pretty soon my phone beeped with Darin's pics. There they were; Isabella and Jay, holding hands at the bar, kissing in the hallway, and going into the hotel room. I was broken-hearted. I quickly shut off my phone and lay on the couch. Here I was, a mid-30's man, in a relationship with the woman of my dreams, and she was cheating on me. I broke down and cried. I must have fallen asleep because it was dark when there was a knock at the door. 

I went to the door, and tried to throw my hair back into some semblance of order. I unlocked the door and opened it. I saw a small red car in the driveway and when I opened the glass door, around the corner I saw Isabella's best friend Gillian. Gillian was huddled against the wall out fighting the wind. 

I told Gillian hello and told her that Isabella was gone for the weekend. She told me she had forgotten until the moment I had opened the door. We both stood there for a moment, in awkward silence. Gillian asked me if I was okay, and commented that my eyes looked puffy. 

I told her I had received some bad news and I had been upset when I fell asleep on the couch. Gillian asked if she could come in, and reluctantly, I stepped aside and let her in

She asked what was going on, and I told her that I wanted to say, but it involved Isabella, and knowing they were best friends, I didn't want to ruin that. Gillian looked me in the eyes and stated "She's cheating on you." I dropped my head in shame. Even her best friend knew. What kind of fool I must look like. 

Gillian grabbed me and pulled me into a hug. "I know what it's like to be on this end of things, hon." We held each other for a while, until it became uncomfortable. Not physically of course, but, well, it was going to be getting physically uncomfortable in the pants had we held on much longer. 

I released her and smiled. I felt a bit better already. 

"I have a suggestion if you don't mind," Gillian offered. "How about you go lay down and I give you a nice friendly massage to take your mind off things." 

I felt a bit uncomfortable, but I followed her to the bedroom, a room she was familiar with as she had been in our house often as a guest and friend. I went to lie on the bed and she stopped me. "Off with the shirt," she said, "and don't worry I've seen a man's bare back before," she joked with a smile. 

I took off my shirt and I lay on the bed. As I was lying down, for the first time I had noticed Gillian's body. She was wearing a low cut peach shirt with a white undershirt beneath it. Her cleavage was visible but wasn't showing in a sexual way. Gillian was about 5'4" and weighed 135-140lbs. A bit heavier than Isabella, but not in a bad way. 

Gillian went into the bathroom and dug through the cabinets. She came out a few minutes later with some massage oil. I was already feeling quite relaxed when she stepped to the bed where I was laying. I closed my eyes and I felt the warmth of her touch as I melted below her hands. I slept.

I woke; I'm not sure if minutes or hours later. I was alone. I was on top of the covers, still face down. My pants had been pulled down a bit, around my ass, and the cool air felt good on my skin. My back felt great and my muscles had the relaxation they needed. I heard movement and I smelled a tinge of cigarette smoke. 

Gillian was walking back into the bedroom; she'd just taken a smoke break apparently. As she walked up to the bed, I looked at my phone. It was already one in the morning. Gillian sat down beside me and asked if I felt better. I told her I did, which was the truth. I felt so much more relaxed than I had several hours earlier. 

Gillian paused for a moment, and then with obvious trepidation, asked if she could sleep in my bed tonight. She quickly added that it was late and she just didn't want to drive across town. 

I thought for a moment. I thought of what Isabella was doing. I thought about what would happen if Gillian came on to me. Would I have the power to say no? In my weakened emotional state, I wasn't sure if I could. 

Gillian asked if I minded if she took her clothes off to sleep and I quickly suggested she grab a shirt of mine from the closet. The walk-in closet. I was hoping she would go in so I wouldn't have to see her change. Yeah, I was curious, but, I didn't need any extra help in the temptation department. She went in and was rifling around, so I quickly jumped up, opened my bedside drawer and pulled out an old pair of pajama bottoms which I threw on quickly. 

Gillian came out of the closet and went to Isabella's side of the bed. She slipped under the covers and I did as well. I stayed pointed away and soon, I felt her cuddle next to me. It definitely wasn't Isabella, but, it was what I needed. I quickly fell asleep as her hand moved across my hip.

I woke up, and this time I was facing Gillian, but for a moment, probably due to sleep, I had forgotten who it was. My hand was on her hip as she faced away from me. My cock was throbbing as it threatened to tear out of my pants, its head nestled in the soft roundness of her ass. Before I realized it was Gillian, my hand snaked across her stomach and up her shirt, coming to rest against her naked breast. That's when I realized who it was. Her breast was soft and large; nearly the same size as Isabella's but, not quite as firm and round. I felt her nipple harden as my palm rested against it. Gillian pressed her hips back, moving her ass against my straining erection.

Before I knew what I was doing, I squeezed her breast and moved my hips forward. Gillian's hand slipped back and dug roughly into my pants, reaching in and pulling hard at my cock. There was no fight from me and even though my mind was telling me no, my body was in complete defiance of my better thoughts. I felt her rip my pants down, freeing my hardness, pressing the tip against the soft thin fabric of her panties. 

My hands tweaked her nipple, pulling it downward as she arched her back in pleasure. She moaned and spun around. She sat up and ripped my shirt off, throwing it aside. She reached down and pulled on my pajamas next, completely freeing me of any clothing. My cock was huge as it pointed right at her. I had not seen it so large in some time. 

Gillian pushed me back, into the bed and climbed on me, pressing her breasts against my chest as her right hand pulled my cock to her warm center. Her eyes locked on mine and I felt her use my swollen head to move her panties aside. She sank her pussy, which was sloppily wet, all the way to the hilt in one stroke. Her pussy was hot, so very hot, and so very wet. It wasn't shaved like Isabella's. It wasn't as perfect as Isabella's in shape. It was nothing in comparison to Isabella's tight pussy, but at that moment, all I felt was lust, and that's all that mattered. 

Gillian began slamming her hips against mine. She wasn't nearly as romantic in her grunts as what I was used to and she seemed to be fucking me with a fervor and anger to match my own. She sat up and pressed her clit against the top of my pubic mound. I reached up and grabbed her breasts, which were hanging down, her hard, light pink nipples pointed at mine. 

Gillian started to moan as she rode me. My cock was driving deeper and deeper into her as she ground against me. I felt her pussy tighten and suddenly her breath caught. She screamed and started pounding her fists against my chest as she came. As her body seemed to be completely stiffened, I reached up and grabbed her hips and drove my hips as fast and hard as I could into her. Gillian continued to orgasm, her hands went back to mine, pulling herself along with my thrusts. 

It wasn't long before Gillian collapsed. As she did, I only pulled out enough to change my position where she was lying on her side. I straddled one leg and forced my cock in and out while she convulsed below me. It wasn't long and my anger and frustration came to a head. I felt my cock begin to swell and I began to pull out. Gillian grabbed my hip and held me. "Cum in me, please" she begged. I pulled out for just a moment and stroked it while she watched. Her hand went down and began stroking her own clit. I knew I was going to cum imminently and I shoved my cock back into her wet pussy. I felt her body stiffen as her fingers pulled against her pussy and within three or four strokes, my cock swelled again and I felt her pussy lock down on me. I could no longer hold back and I shot stream after stream of cum deep inside Gillian while she screamed below me.

I collapsed after a few moments beside her, my cock still locked inside her. I could feel both of us pulsing as we lay together. I could feel the cum seeping out of her pussy around my cock, which was still surprisingly hard. My hand went back to her breast, as it did earlier, and I held her. I could only think of Isabella, but, at that moment, I also was glad Gillian was there. Soon, I fell asleep, my cock still in her pussy.

The next morning, I awoke, still cuddled against Gillian, my cock trapped between her ass cheeks. I looked down and for the first time noticed how her ass was shaped. I saw the tattoo above her ass, and I traced it lightly. I must have moved too much, because I felt her body stiffen and she rolled her face toward me. Gillian smiled. 

At that moment, I felt the pain that I just cheated: that horrible, yet, awesome thrill. Gillian laid there, a smile on her face. "Isabella was so right about how you fuck," she said. It made me feel good for some reason that Isabella had bragged about me, and even better that Gillian agreed. Gillian turned her body toward me, grabbed my stiffening cock and let me know the weekend was not over, but, also made me swear, the happenings this weekend would never leave that bedroom. I promised. Well, I did, until I wrote it down...



A Friend in Need



I was this girl, face down on an old guy, my ass nearly in his face, my tits sandwiching his cock. I had cum on my breasts, too, where his dick had spurted. I leaned down to lick the cream off my own tits. He sucked my clit between his lips as the last echoes of my orgasm ripped through me.

I continued to writhe against him until the pleasure grew into a dull, tingling feeling of utter relaxation and bliss.

Finally, I fell off onto the couch beside him, exhausted and spent. I lay there for a moment, my eyes so heavily pleased, I could not open them to see him. But I heard him.

"Cath. You certainly are an angel. I'm glad Jool fixed this afternoon up for both of us." He stroked my bare breast. "She's lucky to have a friend like you..."

"No..." I murmured, my lips stained with cum, "No, I'm lucky. I think she saved me. I think you both saved me..."

THE END



A Friend In Need



I was flying through on a business trip, and had arranged to meet a friend of mine for dinner at the hotel where I was staying. We had been friends for quite some time, and had several very frank and downright sexual discussions since we had known each other. But... she was married. Strictly hands off. Also, I didn't want to complicate my life by having "an affair". So although the setting was somewhat romantic, I was simply expecting a friendly catch up.

They'd seated me near the sheltered fireplace, which fortunately wasn't lit, since it was rather hot, and I was wearing the remains of my business suit, and feeling quite dishevelled. The vision who approached my table, on the other hand, looked anything but... my gaze swept from her feet to her head: black open toed heels, black lace stockings, a short black dress, a healthy hint of bustline beneath her cream jacket and a pearl necklace.

"Hi!" she said, leaning over to kiss me on the cheek before I could rise from my chair.

After tearing my eyes from the view, I squeaked back "Hi", leapt out of my chair, and ran around the table to pull out a chair for her. "Please, sit."

"Thank you," she replied, and seated herself. "So have you been waiting long?"

"No... besides, the wait was worth it!"

"Oh really?"

"Yeah... you look good enough to eat! I thought this was just supposed to be the two of us catching up, not some hot date! Not that I don't appreciate the effect."

"Well, I decided if I couldn't dress up for a friend, then who for?"

We chatted over dinner, about inconsequentials, family, friends, the usual things that one chats to with a beautiful woman when one is trying not to be obvious about admiring the view. From dinner, we moved to a quiet corner of the lounge bar to continue chatting over drinks, and before I knew it, the bartender was informing us that the bar would be closing in fifteen minutes. I looked at my watch, and it was nearly 1 o'clock in the morning!

"Well, unfortunately I have to let you go home..."

"Oh, the night is still young, don't you think? Don't you have a couple of chairs and a mini-bar in your suite?"

"Well, yes... but inviting a happily-married woman to my hotel suite is a little... risky, don't you think?"

"Why? Are you frightened I might ruin your reputation?"

"Ruin mine? Oh no... make it perhaps!"

"Well, I'm sure we can survive a little harmless scandal, don't you?"

"In that case, my lovely friend, my room is this way..."

I took her up the elevator to my suite, while she leant against me, and I desperately refrained from wrapping my arms around her.

"This way, my lady."

"Thank you kind sir," she laughed.

I unlocked the suite, and escorted her inside. "Can I take your jacket?"

"Thanks." She passed me her jacket, and suddenly I got a perfect view of the breasts that had been hinting at me all evening beneath the jacket. "Oh, sorry," she laughed again and unashamedly adjusted the dress to hide her breast. I had suspected, but now it was confirmed... she wasn't wearing a bra. Yum!

"Hey, was I complaining?"

"No... you haven't complained at the view all night!"

"Oh, sorry. You noticed..."

"I don't mind you looking dear."

"Thanks."

She sat down, and crossed those fabulous legs, while I raided the mini-bar for some more drinks. We continued to chat, and I continued to admire that wonderful body, until I noticed she was rolling her shoulders.

"Are you tired?"

"No, but my shoulders are all knotted up."

"Here, let me help." Being the good friend that I am, I leapt to my feet, and walked behind her to start rubbing her shoulders... working on the muscles in her neck, and around her shoulderblades.

"Mmmm, you do that so well...."

My hands were moving down her spine, in what was for me divine torture... her I was with this divine creature, in my room, alone with me, my hands on her naked shoulders... and she was married!

Fuck.

We continued to chat while I played with her shoulders, and that's when things started to go wrong. Entirely innocently (I didn't plan it, honest), I casually kissed her neck where it meets the collarbone... and she shivered. Her arms reached up, wrapped around my neck, and she told me "Do that again!"

Hell, I had no idea of what was happening... but this was too much for me. Following instructions, I kissed her again... and slowly my kisses worked across her bare shoulder, kissing the strap of her dress aside, watching as the strap fell from her shoulder, baring her breast again, but this time she didn't cover it.

Her nipple was very hard, and my hand on her shoulder blade slid around under her arm across the bare flesh to cup her breast, and feel the nipple between my fingers. My kisses continued down from her shoulder in towards her spine, and down the exposed spine... she leaning forward in the seat to allow my lips access.

"Oh yes," she sighed. "Kiss me like that, I love it."

God, what an opportunity... I continued kissing over her spine, then across to the other shoulder, up her neck a little, then down the top of the shoulder, kissing the other strap ahead of me, until it too dropped, and the whole front of her dress fell away into her lap, bearing a sight I had often imagined, two gorgeous breasts, topped with very erect nipples.

I cotinued the kisses, light butterfly kisses, touching the skin with the tip of my tongue, down her shoulderblade, then kneeling, down her side, then around beneath her breast, then up the underside of her breast, until her nipple was between my lips, kissing it, gently nibbling then biting it, then sucking it into my mouth, hard.

"Oh, god, yes..." she groaned. Obviously this was meeting with her approval, so my kisses continued, down her breast-bone, down her belly to her belly button... and the pile of loose material at her waste.

At that point, she said "here, let me," and lifted herself slightly from the chair, taking her hands from off the back of my next where they had remained until now, and letting the dress fall to the floor around her ankles, where she carefully stepped out of it, then pushed it to one side.

She wasn't wearing panties. The whole night, she hadn't worn any underwear! No I knew that she had planned this to happen, and that if so, she must have agreed this with her husband... which was a relief, a turn on, and at the same time still made me feel guilty because I had been doing this without knowing...

She sat back down in the chair, and my lips returned to her belly, kissing down her hips (what my tongue could reach of them), then down the outside of her thighs to reach her knees, then her ankles, then her feet, then her shoes, all encased in lace or shoe. I kissed the tips of her toes through the open ends of her shoes, and smiled as she shivered and her feet twitched in my hands.

Kissing back up the other foot now, over the underside of her lace-clad knee, up to the bare flesh just above her stockings. As my head moved further up her thigh, her legs opened until she was resting them on the arms of the chair, and her pussy lay waiting in front of me.

I resisted the temptation, and carefully licked around her inner thighs, then right up to the edges of her neatly trimmed thatch, down the outside lips of her pussy, all the way down to where the slit of her pussy began. Then slowly separating the lips with my tongue (I wanted to savour the moment), tasting her juices for the first time, and sinking my tongue deep into her cunt.

She was gasping now, and her hands were back at my neck, pulling my head in towards her cunt. I slid my tongue back up out of her cunt, up inside the lips, and over her clit, lightly flicking it with the tip of my tongue, then pressing it hard with the flat of my tongue, then finally sucking it between my lips.

"Oh, yes," she groaned, pulling me harder, and then wrapping her legs around my shoulders, and bucking her hips up towards my tongue. Then suddenly I couldn't hear with the naked flesh of her thighs pressed hard to my ears, and her pussy pressing up hard against my mouth, and her juices flooding my chin.

When her legs unclenched, and I could breath again, I wiped my face against her breasts, and grinned at her. "You were planning this, weren't you."

"Yes," she admitted. "For days I have been thinking of what I should wear... and of what would happen tonight. It has been very hard to concentrate on anything else. And now, we have the rest of the night to play... let me get rid of those clothes of yours!"

Needless to say, it was a very long night.



A Friend In Need



Karen and I have been happily married for nearly 14 years. Our sex life is fine, but uneventful. We seem to find time to make love once or twice a month, always satisfying, but generally the same routine. I often half-joke with her about ways to spice things up between us, like tying each other up, or anal sex, or a threesome, but I knew that those were far too exotic for her, and maybe, after 14 years of marriage, for me too. 
Anne had been a good friend of ours for several years. We all worked together and often socialized, just the three of us. She had been divorced long before we knew her and had had only the occasional boyfriend, none of them lasting for long. She and Karen are close, so close that though Karen usually tells me everything, she generally doesn't let me in on the secrets of their intimate girl-to-girl conversations. On a few occasions Karen had said Anne often was lonely without a regular man in her life. When I suggested that it was nothing a little sex wouldn't cure, I'd get that disgusted "is that all you think about" look.

One night the three of us headed out for dinner and a couple of drinks. The dinner conversation was quieter than usual, giving me a sense that something was up. Maybe Anne was having more guy troubles or something. I had no clue, but both girls seemed less talkative than normal. At one point upon returning from the restroom I saw them both hunched over the table speaking in whispers, but they moved apart and fell silent again as soon as I sat down. Girls-only business, I figured.

We retreated back to our place after dinner, the girls settling on the sofa while I mixed up a round of Irish coffees. Karen snuck up behind me while I mixed the drinks, wrapped her arms around me and told me that she loved me. This was a bit strange since I didn't know her for spontaneous outpourings of affection. She further surprised me by sticking her hand inside my front pocket and squeezing my cock. I wasn’t sure what brought this on, but figuring that the drinks had gotten to her, I anticipated a good lovemaking session as soon as Anne went home. 

I returned with the drinks and grabbed a seat at the opposite end of the couch from Anne. My wife sat down next to me, as close as she used to sit when we first starting dating. Again a bit surprised by her romanticism, I put my arm around her shoulders. She took my hand and placed it between her soft, small breasts. As much as I wanted to grab her little tits then and there, I held back considering we had company seated just a couple feet away.

We sat sipping our coffees in near total silence for a couple minutes until Karen turned and asked me if I'd be interested in doing Anne a favor. Not anticipating anything special, I said sure, anything. Karen looked at me and smiled an embarrassed kind of smile. Anne nervously watched the conversation unravel between Karen and I from the far end of the sofa. Karen reached down and placed her hand over my crotch, giving it a little squeeze. 

She said she and Anne had been talking a while back, and she had let slip that I was pretty good at satisfying a woman orally. I was amazed that these words were actually coming out of my sexually shy wife and that she would have told someone else about my bedroom skills. She softly stroked my hardening dick through my jeans, explaining that it had been a long time between men for Anne, and that she wasn't sure when or if her next boyfriend would appear. She asked if I'd be willing to share my special talents with our good friend. It was hard to know what to say, but what else could I say. I asked Karen if she was OK with this. She replied that she wouldn't have asked me if it wasn't. "What do we do now," I asked. Karen told me to just wait on the couch and they'd be let me know what's next. 

The two of them disappeared into the bedroom as my dick hardened inside my jeans. I wasn't sure what was expected of me tonight so I played it cool and kept my boys under wraps, for now. I had fantasized about Anne on occasion. She was as tall as my wife, about 5’9”, with long dark blonde hair reaching all the way down her back. She was outdoorsy as we were, with an athletic build toned by lots of hiking, smallish tits and a tight strong ass. My cock was having trouble sitting still waiting to see what lay in store behind the bedroom door. After a long 5 minutes my wife called me in. 

It was a site most men, which up to just a few minutes ago included me, could only dream of. On the bed were both Anne and Karen, propped up by a couple pillows, their long, bare legs stretched the full length of the bed. Karen wore a thin cream-colored cotton nightie that in the light barely revealed the dark shadow of her pussy. Her small breasts gently 
raised the fabric off her chest while her nipples, which I've always loved sucking on, poked their way outwards through the material. Anne was in Karen's red nightie, a soft silkie thing I hadn't seen in some time. From what I could tell, her breasts were larger than Karen's, but not by much. The freckles that covered her face extended down her chest, cascading into the cleavage hidden under the nightgown. Her legs, crossed at the ankles, hid her waiting love nest. "I feel a bit overdressed," I said as I approached the edge of the bed.
 "Then why don't you get rid of some of those clothes," Karen responded.
 "How about all of them," Anne suggested.

Before I could object (not that I would have protested too much at this point), Karen jumped in saying, "Sounds good to me." Karen crawled across the bed over Anne and came to me. She pulled my shirt over my head while Anne watched with anticipation. I'm not a stud by any means, but I also won't embarrass myself or my wife on the beach. I cupped my hands on my wife's round ass as she unbuttoned my jeans. She slipped my jeans off then pulled my boxers down exposing my seven-inch cock to her best friend. Anne smiled at my outstretched hard-on and leaned back into her pillows. 

Karen led me to the bed and seated me in front of Anne. "You should know what to do from here," she said. I looked into my wife's blue eyes for a long moment, and kissed her. "I love you. Now, get to work," she commanded pushing me towards her friend. "You've got a couple of horny women to take care of here."

I looked at Anne, her long hair pulled behind her. Her light green eyes smiled at me with nervous anticipation. I tentatively placed my hands on her outstretched legs, and began running my hands up and down her thighs. I hadn't touched another woman in nearly 14 years, and now here I sat ready to tongue fuck one in full view of my devoted wife. My hands slipped under the hemline of Anne's nightgown and I ran them up to her belly. My hands worked their way back down, one of them moving lightly over her pussy. Anne closed her eyes and slid down off the pillows. Her nightgown rose as she moved down, exposing her pussy to us. She had trimmed her dark blonde hairs leaving only a small patch of fuzz surrounding the puffy lips. I pulled her knees up and ran my hand down her thighs until they met her trimmed nest. 

Her pussy was warm to the touch. I spread her cunt lips apart and inserted two fingers into her wet hole. Anne breathed out a quiet sigh as my fingers entered her. Karen moved in for a closer look, her breasts barely touching Anne's shoulder. Her curiosity about this other woman's body surprised me. I don't think she'd ever seen another pussy that close other than her own. I was still in shock that she would be letting me do this to another woman, and she seemed to enjoy watching what my fingers could do to her friend. 

Slowly, I slid my fingers in and out of Anne's wet hole while my other hand reached up under her nightgown to find her breasts. They were larger than Karen's, but flatter, slumping off towards the sides of her ribcage. Her nipple, hardened from our brief foreplay, stood tall as I circled my fingers around the little nub. Karen reached over and pulled Anne's nightgown up around her neck so she could watch me playing with her friend's breasts. Karen looked at me and smiled, obviously becoming increasingly turned on by this scene.

Leaving her breasts for the time being, I spread Anne's legs farther apart and moved my mouth down to her crotch. Her juices had already moistened the hairs covering her cunt lips. I gently kissed the outer folds of her love nest between her lips and her thighs. Taking in the aroma of another woman for the first time in years, my tongue found and parted her lips. I licked the full length of her slit from the top down to the crest of her asshole. My tongue next sought out her fuck hole and darted in and out of her crack, the tip of my nose nuzzling her clit. Anne squirmed and wiggled her crotch to meet the movements of my mouth. I swirled my tongue clockwise around her engorged love button, then sucked it back into my throat. The deep sucking brought a long moan from within her. Sensing her obvious enjoyment with this motion I alternated full-length licks of her slit topped off by pulling her clit deep into my mouth. 

Anne was oblivious to all in the room save my mouth and the sensations it was producing on her cunt. She never noticed Karen had left her side and moved down to the foot of the bed. Karen ran the tips of her fingers up and down the backs of my legs and ass while I worked on her best friend. This gentle tickling made it somewhat difficult to focus on Anne, but I managed to keep my mouth attached to Anne's crotch anyway. Karen reached up between my legs and began fondling my balls. I raised my hips off the bed allowing her freer access to my entire male package. She took full advantage of this by enveloping my cock in her hand and stroking me from behind. 

From the noises emanating deep in her throat, I sensed Anne was closing in on her climax. She shuddered once and let out a small yelp when I circled my lips around her clit. She grabbed the back of my head holding it in place, preventing me from leaving the excited little nub. I concentrated on circling and pulling on her clit with my lips. When I inserted an index finger into her dripping hole, she let out a loud growl and began bucking her hips. A long sustained "ohhh" poured from her as her whole body jerked and jumped underneath me. She never let go of the back of my head while she came, and I was more than happy to hold on until she was through. When she finally relaxed and fell back on the pillows, she kept repeating "thank you thank you thank you". I rolled over between the two women and looked at Karen. She smiled at me and whispered, "Are you too tired to continue?"
 "I'm only getting started…I hope," I replied. I leaned up to kiss her, but she pulled away, probably resisting the taste of Anne's juices on my lips. I stopped her retreat and pulled her back into a kiss. Her resistance turned to hunger as she drove her tongue into me almost as if she wanted to drink out all of this other woman's fluids from within me. I squeezed her breasts and pulled her on top of me. I released from our kiss and moved myself under her, positioning her pussy above my face. She pulled her nightgown up over her head leaving us both naked in front of Anne whose nightie was still bunched up above her breasts. Looking up I could see my wife's small tits, 32a as it reads on her bras, but still the sexiest titties I'd ever fondled. Her nipples stood out like pencil erasers above the small pink circles. 

Karen lowered her pussy to my face, my tongue forced to seek its way through the thick mass of unshaven fuzz hiding her crack. This was a move we had made countless times before but this time it felt different. Maybe it was the semi-naked woman lying next to us on the bed, or Karen having just watched me eat her best friend, or the lingering smell of Anne's pussy on my face. Karen's slit was wetter and hotter, and her moans louder and hungrier than I remembered from any of our recent lovemaking sessions. As soon as my tongue parted the thin covering of skin over her clit, Karen dropped all of her weight on my face. My tongue worked her clit excitedly while my chin massaged the opening of her vagina. I reached behind her and grabbed her fleshy butt cheeks, squeezing them in my hands. I pulled her cheeks apart, spreading her pussy lips open at the same time, giving my tongue greater access to her entire dripping nest. She rocked herself on top of me, sliding her soaking slit over my lashing tongue. With each shiver of pleasure, she would collapse on top of my face, smothering my mouth and nose with her crotch. 

Anne shifted positions now, moving her head down next to my thigh. While Karen rode my face, I felt Anne reach out and place her hand on the inside of my thigh. She stroked my leg, stopping a few inches short of my balls. I reached down and took her hand, gave it gentle squeeze and escorted it up to my aching dick. Anne wrapped her long, thin fingers around my shaft and started stroking it slowly up and down its full length. She moved in closer, placing one arm between my legs, while the other hand continued jerking my cock. 

Karen shifted her weight up for a moment and moved her own hand down to her well-oiled pussy. She began purposefully rubbing her clit allowing me to devote full attention to probing her deep hole with my tongue. My tongue lashed in and out of her cunt, stretching into her as far as I could possibly make that little muscle stretch. My index finger circled the tight ring of her asshole. Her rear hole was wet and slippery from her flowing pussy juices and I entered easily. She peaked with my tongue sliding in and out of her pussy and my finger wedged inside her ass. "Oh god yes" she yelled out as she stiffened atop me. With Anne maintaining her grip on my cock I worked my mouth up and down Karen's pussy as she came, and then came again. When her orgasms finally subsided, she slid backwards, her juicy pussy sliding over the top of Anne's hand on my dick. Anne surprisingly never let go of my rod as Karen slid her cunt over her hand, and though she really couldn’t stroke it in this position, she continued to squeeze and knead my dick underneath Karen's tummy. 

Karen finally rolled off of me, draping her arm across my chest. Anne picked up her cock stroking where she had left off while Karen observed contentedly. Karen rested her head on my chest getting a closer look at Anne's handjob techniques. "What can we do for you?" she asked me. 

"Anything you like," I replied. 
 "Anything you want," Anne added suggestively, cupping my balls in her palm. 
My wife smiled her agreement. "I really want to fuck both of you," I replied checking Karen's expression for her approval. "I'm sure we could do that, but Anne's not even naked yet," Karen observed. With that Anne pulled off her nightgown revealing herself in full to us. 

Karen leaned in to kiss me, probably to distract my stare as I took in all of Anne's naked features. With Karen's tongue probing my throat, Anne turned her attention back to my cock, but this time with the soft flick of her tongue at the base of my towering hard shaft. She softly licked up the length of my pole until she reached the top. With my dick pointing straight up in the air, she inserted the tip of her tongue into my peehole, then took my reddened cockhead into her mouth. She released it and swirled her tongue around the head before swallowing it down again. She repeated this motion several times bringing me closer and closer each time. 

Karen's lips never left mine while her friend licked and sucked my bone-hard cock. I couldn't believe the sensation of having two female tongues caressing the most sensitive areas of my body. I didn't want to come just yet so I asked them both to turn around and get on their knees facing the wall. They looked at each other and did as I requested, raising their asses to me, their heads and shoulders resting side-by side on the bed. This afforded me an opportunity to view both of their pussies and assholes side by side. Karen's patch is heavily covered with light brown fur, the hairs growing longer the closer you come to the slit. She had shaved for me once many years ago and swore to never do so again. I had come to appreciate the warmth and softness of her thick bush which was still wet with her cum juices and my saliva. Anne's bush was more sparse owing to its recent trimming, perhaps in anticipation of tonight. Her pink lips peaked through the dark fuzz, her love hole opened up to my view. They both had beautifully smooth, full (but most definitely not fat) asses that shaped their love mounds perfectly. From where I sat admiring these two sexy honeypots, I could smell their combined musk rising with their heat in the air. 

"Who wants to be first?" I asked as I slipped a finger into each one of their wet cunts. Neither responded right away so I informed them that since Anne was our guest she could have the honors. I positioned myself between her legs, my rod harder and longer than it's ever been. Karen started to lie down and I told her to stay where she was because she wouldn't be waiting long. Karen and Anne turned and looked at each other as I moved my cock towards Anne's dark blonde nest. 

I slipped the tip of my dick between the folds of her pussy lips and ran it up and down the length of her crack. With a single motion, I slipped inside her slowly inching my way to the further reaches of her innards. She closed her eyes and leaned forward with me as I moved deeper inside her. I was surprised at how different she felt from Karen, tighter between her lips, but more open the deeper I went. 

I began rotating my hips, thrusting in and out of her foreign hole. Anne responded by pushing back on my cock letting me bury myself deep in her bowels. I could feel that telling pressure building at the back of my balls, so I backed out of her and shifted over between Karen's thighs. Anne groaned in mock disappointment, but I think they both knew what my plans were now. 

Karen spread her legs in anticipation. She reached between her thighs and pulled her cunt lips apart giving me an open path into her wet hole. I entered her with one quick thrust, not going in quite as far as I did Anne before pulling back. I knew from experience that she liked me to fuck her with shorter strokes at first, almost coming out before plunging back in. Karen was normally a quiet lay, but tonight her moaning and sighing began on my first penetration. As I pushed and pulled my cock inside her, Anne moved her hand to her own pussy and set to rubbing on her clit. Karen worked hers as well as I fucked her. She reached over and grabbed Anne's free hand, pulled it to her and gave it a squeeze. Their eyes and hands never left each other as I pulled out of Karen and moved back over to Anne. 

Anne reached out to grab my cock and pull it back inside her. I fucked her harder this time, ready and wanting to unload my heat inside this new woman. My orgasm held out longer than I anticipated and after a couple more minutes fucking Anne's backside, I started to move back to Karen. 

Karen stopped me and said, "Wait, I've got an idea that may make this easier." 

She instructed Anne to get up on all fours. Karen grabbed a couple of pillows that had been tossed off the bed long ago and slid herself underneath Anne, between her legs. She lay on her back facing Anne and positioned the pillows under her ass cheeks, raising them up a couple of inches. "This just keeps getting better and better", I thought. 

I now had both pussies in one place, one on top of the other. The sight of Anne hovering naked over my wife, her tits swaying just inches over Karen's, and their eyes locked in on one another, almost made me come right there on the bedspread. I quickly moved in and slipped back into Karen's waiting pussy. I massaged Anne's ass while my belly slammed into her butt cheeks with each stroke into Karen. Anne's tits were bumping and sliding over Karen's nipples each time our bodies collided. While I fucked Karen with increasing determination, I slipped my thumb inside Anne's snatch, kneading her clit with my middle and index fingers. 




A Friend In Need



Karen reached her hand back searching for my balls and found my fingers inside Anne instead. I took Karen's hand and placed it over Anne's mound, pressing it into her friend's open hole. To my surprise (although nothing should have surprised me by now) Karen's fingers replaced mine on Anne's clit, massaging it as she would her own. 

I pulled out of Karen once again and reinserted myself in Anne's cunt. Karen continued ministering to Anne's love button while I fucked her from behind. Karen's thick pussy hairs tickled my balls from below on every downstroke. Anne came suddenly. Her arms buckled and she collapsed on top of Karen, her head nestled in the crook of Karen's neck, her satisfied cries of joy muffled in Karen's skin. Anne's pussy ground into Karen's crotch as her cunt muscles contracted tightly around my dick. This sudden tightness combined with Karen's fingers still swirling at the top of Anne's slit finally delivered my well-deserved orgasm. 

I came with a thrust that forced one more squeal from Anne. I emptied myself into her in a series of spasming cum-filled convulsions that seemed to last for a minute or more. I was finally able to relax and pull out of Anne. Anne never moved from on top of Karen throughout our combined orgasm. Karen's arms had wrapped around Anne to hold her during her second cumming and remained there until after I had finished with mine. 

Anne and I rolled to opposite sides of my beautiful and naked wife. We saw Karen still working her fingers on her own clit in an attempt to join us in orgasm. Anne moved Karen's hand out of the way, replacing it with her own. She slowly traced the outlines of Karen's wet cunt lips with her fingers before returning the focus to her swollen clit. I leaned over and kissed Karen's left breast, cupping the small mound in my hands, my tongue flicking over the top of the nipple. Anne leaned in and repeated my motion on the right boob. 

Karen placed her hands on both of our heads holding them in place over her tits. I slipped two fingers into my wife's pussy as Anne's handiwork brought Karen closer to climax. Moments later, Karen softly cried out and arched her back. Her orgasm lasted about a minute with Anne pinching her clit and me sucking her extended nipple into my mouth. I leaned in and kissed my wife, then stretched over her and kissed Anne. Our tongues danced briefly before we fell back to Karen's sides, holding hands across my wife's quivering stomach.



A Friend In Need



My wife walked in from work and smiled at me.

"Come in with me while I change I have something I want to talk to you about."

I picked up my beer and fell in behind my wife watching her sweet ass move under her dress as she walked. I sat on the bed as she turned and started unbuttoning her blouse. She watched me as her blouse fell to the floor and her nipples came into view through her thin nude colored bra. She opened the front clasp and let it fall to the floor with her blouse. Again she was smiling as she lifted her breast and held them enjoying their new freedom. She unzipped her mid thigh length skirt and let it drop. Now standing in only pantyhose and two-inch heals she slipped on a T-shirt that had no sleeves in it so the armholes were pretty big. It fell to just about an inch above the bottom of her ass cheeks leaving most of her bottom exposed to me.

"Listen Beth has been having trouble with Tom and she is going to come by. She wanted to talk to me about it because she thinks that we have the same problem. It seams we have just about the same sex drive!"

"Oh that poor man!" I started laughing. 

She turned her back to me then bending at the waist she showed me her whole ass as she picked up her cloths. My dick started to grow as I watched her move over to the hamper and walk back to me.

"Come on she will be here any minuet! She was just going to stop and buy some beer."

"Are you going to let her in dressed like that?"

My dick jumped in my pants at the thought of my long legged wife showing off to her best friend like that. Her nipples were hard and I could see the brown color of them through her T-shirt. When she moved just right her breasts would move just enough to let me see the color change from skin to nipple through the big armholes in her top! I could see her close trimmed pubic hair and her hairless pussy lips through her pantyhose as she slipped up on a stool at the kitchen bar!

Terry looked at my hard dick pushing out my running shorts and smiled at me.

"I will put something more on to cover my self if you want me to, but she wanted to know what I do to keep you happy so I thought the best way would be to show her!"

"No you know it's ok with me if that's how you want to do it!"

Just then Beth knocked on the kitchen door and called to us, "Can I come in or is this a privet party."

Terry smiled big as she looked at my bulging herd cock! She spoke softly, "get behind the counter Sam!" then she called out to Beth, "Come on in Hun! We are just waiting for a cold beer!"

Beth came into the kitchen and her eyes went right to Terry's legs. She handed me the drinks over the counter and pulled out a stool and set across from my wife. I gave them both a beer and opened one for my self as I watched Becky let her eyes run over Terry's almost exposed body! I could feel my self-dripping in my shorts as I watched the two girls! God this was hot!

"Ok Beth honey what's going on and how can I help?"

Beth kind of looked at me and then back to Terry, "Well Tom wants to fuck five times a week! I mean God he wants it all the time! I would be happy with once a week, hell I would be happy with once a month! You to have been married for a long time and I know you don't want it very often and that Sam wants it three times a day! I just want to know how you keep him happy and at home!"

With a shaking hand I took a drink of my beer. We had never talked to any one about our sex life and we tried hard not to let family or friends know what we did to get our selves off.

"Well I will tell you something's but if you tell any one or say any thing I will call you a lyre to your face and our long time friend ship will be over!"

"Well where do I start! Sam likes to look at me. He likes me to go out in not too much and he likes me to flash him. I like sex out side! I can really get off if we do it at the beach or in the boat or anywhere we might get caught. Because he gets me to do things for him he uses me in his fantasies and he takes care of his self a lot! Some times I help him and some times he just does it but I keep ding things that keep him home.

She slipped off the barstool letting us both have a good look at her nylon covered pussy! She did a slow turn and I almost come in my pants as I watched Beth looking at her!

"This is how I dress for him at home. I show off for him all the time and when we go out I show off for him then to. We do not go out to let other people see me but some times they do and we say well good for them. We don't let any one else touch me nor do we want them to. It's just for us and that's all!"

She slipped back up onto the stool and crossed her legs. Her little shirt just barely covered her pussy and her boobs moved on her chest as she settled back down! Terry smiled at me knowing I was hurting.



"Sam will you get me another beer?"

I stepped back from the counter and Beth's eyes dropped to my hard cock sticking out in front of me. I moved back giving them both a new beer as Terry started to talk again.

"You can see what it's doing to him for me to let you see me like this and later he or we will take care of him!"

Beth looked at me and smiled, "Well he does seem to be, um happy!"

You to work it out by your selves! I'm going to try to cool down!" 

I watched her eyes again drop to my hard dick as I went into the living room and set to try and keep my hands off my pecker thinking about Beth looking now at both of us!

Beth is about five foot six and is built like a brick shit house! I had never seen much more than a lot of thigh when she had on a dress and the only time I had seen her in a swimsuit it looked like it was made for her mother it covered so much of her! it even had a skirt! She looked to have a nice rack for sure and what I had seen of her leg they were grate!

I don't know how long I had been setting there thinking about them when they came walking into the room.

"Beth is going to go home now. She wanted to say good by!"

I was still hard and thought what the hell! I stood up and walked over to kiss her on the cheek as we walked to the door. She looked at my hard and smiled at me then turned to Terry.

"I will se you to marrow so we can go shopping! Good night there big boy!"

I slipped my hand over Terry's ass as we watched her walking away. "What's going to happen now?"

Terry pulled my dick out of the leg of my shorts and started to stoke me, "Well as soon as we help you out her we will have dinner and I will tell you all about it."

She pulled me a little fast end I started to soot off in her hand as she leaned in and kissed me!

"OH GOD TERRY HONNY! OHHHHHHHHHH"

"That's it give it to me honey!"

I was shaking as I finished off in her hand. She held me until I was done and then pulled me back into the kitchen. She cleaned me up and then washed her hand as she smiled at me.

"I think you are going to like this Sam! She wants to spend next week with us on the boat and around her so she can see what we do. Is that ok with you? I mean is it ok if we include her in our fun?"

"Well as long as you don't mind if I look at her to and as long as you make me feel like you just did I wouldn't care if you set the world on fire!

Stay tuned for part two, GOING TO SCHOOL!



A Friend in Need



It was nearing the time that I knew I would be leaving for another overseas assignment and Linda could not accompany me on this one as she had our first. It was going to be tough for her, and even worse for me, but I knew that I owed it to her to find some company for her to occupy her time while I was gone.

A Friend in Need (15)

It was nearing time for Linda and me to move on when I walked across the parking lot of our company and saw a familiar bumper sticker. It was the decal of a well known swinging group. I recognized it immediately and decided to hang around, since it was nearly quitting time, to see who would go to that car. 

I was very surprised when Greg Chillcot, one of our purchasing agents approached, unlocked, and slid inside it. I knew Greg only faintly since our two functions were not alike, but he was the kind of guy that I thought Linda would like – average height, blonde hair, muscular build and about our age (late 30’s) – who dressed well and always looked presentable.

I got home a little later than usual that night and found Linda was still entertaining our neighbor, George. It had become more or less routine for him to drop by in the late afternoon, if Sandy was busy with their child, and get a little from my wife who had enjoyed his advances early that summer. Their affair had continued until now, late spring, while I did a few afternoons with his wife ‘to keep the score even.’ Linda liked George, but she especially like the hard, thick cock he kept in her pussy as often as possible. I certainly had no objections to that since I got all the sloppy seconds that I had come to appreciate more than a fresh fuck. The real plus was, after fucking her, I always got to eat that freshly fucked pussy. It was still my favorite dish and I dined on it often, thanks to George and some of our other friends.

I sat down and watched a good porn tape while George finished his fun with Linda. Normally I would have gone into the bedroom and watched for a while before joining him in a threesome with my wife, but I had become so engrossed with the idea that I might have found a new playmate for Linda that I really preferred to wait until he was finished with her, then tell her the good news as I got my own share of her hot pussy.

I didn’t have too long to wait. George usually only spent a couple of hours with her, despite Linda’s insistence that longer would be even more fun. Less than a half our later, George came out of the bedroom with his arm around my wife. He was fully dressed, but she was still nude. He greeted me and then turned and gave Linda a relatively brief kiss with lots of tongue and a final squeeze of her magnificent boobs before telling us good by and going out the door to rejoin Sandy.

Linda looked at me and smiled, a trace of George’s enjoyment sliding slowly down the inside of her thigh as she beckoned me into our bedroom. She was already on the bed, legs spread wide before I finished undressing and joined her.

“You’re looking very pleased with yourself. Did you drop by and give Sandy a poke while I was doing George?”

I shook my head as I sat down and turned toward her, lying down between her thighs and scooping the first of my tasty treat off her sodden muff with one finger that found its way to my mouth.

“No, but I think I’ve found us a new playmate. I don’t know whether it’s a couple or not. Do you know Greg Chillcot.?

She frowned as she thought about the question. I knew that at one time or another he might have met Linda, but I didn’t believe he knew her or she knew him well, so I wasn’t surprised when she shook her head and told me that she didn’t recall having met him or his wife.

I told her what I had seen today in the parking lot and told her that I was going to leave a note on his car tomorrow with our phone number and ask him to give us a call.

“So, if you get a call from him tomorrow, just tell him that he has a decal on his car from a club we belong to and see if there is any reaction one way or another. You know, it could be that he bought the car from a used car lot and the decal was on it when he bought it.”

“Interesting,” she sighed, leaning back and thinking about it, but not to the exclusion of what she had come to know was the natural result of her having been fucked. She smiled and then added, “But you’d better get busy, your supper is getting cold.”

I didn’t need a prompting like that more than once. Taking off my glasses and stretching out between her thighs, I inhaled the fresh aroma of a well-fucked bush as my hands reached higher and wrapped themselves around her breasts. I gave them a gentle squeeze, admiring once more the fullness and delightful sight of her nipples projecting almost a half inch above the areolas. I buried my nose in the valley of delights and used an upward movement of my head to spread her lips wider, giving her clit a gentle nudge as the swollen, reddened lips opened for me. I sank my tongue into the lowest part of that coral valley and used the tip to scrape the first of my reward from her, causing her a shiver of delight.

“M-m-m,” I murmured, lifting my head. He really left a big load in you this time.”

“He always does,” she managed to giggle. “But nothing like that first time when he thought I was cheating on you. I thought he was going to fuck me to death that afternoon, remember?”

How could I forget how concerned George had been that first day when I he walked into our living room, both he and Linda, naked as they had been all afternoon with each other. Of course it hadn’t taken long for us to reach an amicable agreement to share spouses, and – even better – to compare notes about other swinging partners which had led to several more eventful meetings with their friends and ours that often turned into weekend long orgies.

I chuckled with appreciation for the memories as my tongue broadened and once again found its way down that widening valley as I spread her legs wider. I let it drag over her clit. Not much, just enough to cause her to jerk with the pleasure it sent through her., Then I began ‘drilling for oil’ as I called it, using my tongue like a scoop to take as much of their combined juices as I could, savoring the taste as much as the vision of George fucking her for me. Ever since I had begun eating Sandy our, she too insisted that I eat her pussy. I’ve found that every one tastes different, but Linda’s had always been one of the sweetest, and I was enjoying it now. I knew that after such a short fuck, Linda would need another orgasm or too and I began using my lips around her swollen, protruding clit to give it to her. She was clasping my head tightly to her gash, thrusting upward with her hips and grunting with pleasure as I found the right combination and worried that lovely morsel until it gave up its juices to me once more. Linda was jerking in the spasms of delight, almost twisting my head off as she rolled from one side to the other as the sensitivity of her clit increased with my sucking, nibbling oral touch.

When, with a final gasp, her toes uncurled and her body was no longer shaking with the pleasure of a good orgasm, I wiped my face and crawled higher on her belly. Her lovely breasts took their own punishment as I sucked and squeezed those full breasts of hers. Linda’s breast had always been extremely sensitive to sex play and within minutes she was encouraging me to fill her cunt with my own shaft. Of course I did as she asked, pushing deep into that chamber of delights in one long thrust, lubricated by the remains of George’s cum in her tight sheath. I lay there on her belly, my elbows and knees keeping most of my weight off of her as I let my cock soak in the silky warmth of her love box. 

Only after I felt her hips thrusting against me did I begin the slow in and out motions that I knew would eventually lead her to Nirvana once more. I could feel the muscles of her well-trained pussy gripping me, trying to pull my seed from me as they had from George, but I always liked to take my time. Linda also has one of the hottest pussies I’ve ever been in, and it was the delight of being in that velvet glove-like core that kept me coming back for more every time I could convince her that I was in need – or at least a half dozen times a week, whichever came first.

Tonight was no different. In a variety of positions and speed of movements, we gave each other the ultimate pleasure until she warned me that she was becoming tired and asked me to finish. I could understand that. After three hard orgasms, and another couple or so with her lover, even Linda needed a break; so with a final flourish, I pressed my cock to the end of her soft shaft and filled it to overflowing with my own love juices. She was barely able to make it to the bathroom, cupping her crotch with her hand, before it began leaking between her fingers. She always hated that, and I knew I would be tasked to clean her juicy pussy when she had gotten rid of the most of the overflow.

“Do you think he will call?” she asked, coming back in and climbing on the bed once more for the required cleaning.

“I really have no idea and we’re getting so close to leaving, that it really makes no difference. You have George and his buddies. I have Sandy and her friends. That’s probably enough for now.”

“Yes, but it’s always so nice to have a fresh one,” she giggled as I pressed her thighs apart and began using my tongue to clean that sweet residue from almost chapped lips. 



She called me at work the next day and told me that Greg had called. 

“He was pretty evasive,” she said, “but admitted that the decal was one he had put on just a week ago. He’s married, but his wife left him and now he’s trying to find someone who he can play with as a single. He said it’s really tough. He wanted to know my name and where I lived, but I told him that you would call him back and talk to him if he wanted to play. Here’s his phone number. He says it’s best to call him about 7 or so.”

I could just imagine why Greg had been so interested. On the phone, Linda sounds almost like a child, but the longer you talk, the hungrier men get to see her. It was just coming up on 7, so I told her I would call.

Greg answered almost immediately. I got the impression that he had been sitting by the phone waiting for this call. Not that I blame him after talking to Linda. Her voice literally radiates sex and she really turns guys on.

I asked him if the decal was his once again and he said it was. I asked him to explain what it meant, knowing that if he was a swinger, he would be able to explain it.

“Greg, I think you and I work for the same company, and I can understand your situation as a single. Why don’t I meet you at the barbeque place on Smith Avenue in a half hour. I’ll recognize you and then we can talk.” I listened as he confirmed the place and time, telling me that he would be driving the car with the decal. I told Linda that I would go meet Greg and, if he worked out to be kind of person I expected him to be, I would bring him back with me. She should be prepared to entertain.



It was almost exactly a half hour later when I pulled into the parking area for the barbeque stand. Gregg was there, waiting, eating a sandwich. I got out of my car and approached his on foot. 

I leaned through the open window on the passenger side and spoke to him with a smile on my face.

“Hi, Greg,” I said, offering my hand. “I think you are waiting for me.”

Greg was startled, but took my hand and smiled. “Well, I never would have guessed it was you, Earl. Get in and let’s talk.” I got into his car and ordered a sandwich from the car hop.

“Was that your wife who answered the phone?”

I nodded assurance as I took my first bite. This place had excellent barbeque.

“Man, I never would have believed it.” He repeated. “I’ve never met your wife, but she sounds like a kid on the telephone.”

“I suspect you would recognize her if you saw a picture,” I told him, reaching into my pocket for pictures that I showed to men who were interested in meeting her. I gave him the top one which showed her in what she called her play clothes – a short skirt and very low cut blouse. Standing as she was in the picture, in high heels and stockings, she looked almost as gorgeous as she really is. He looked at the picture almost as though he intended to memorize it, and then whistled softly.

“Wow, she’s a knock out! Does she like to fuck?” I showed her the next picture which showed Linda riding ten inches of very hard meat. She was bent forward and her 42DD’s hung directly over the poor guy’s mouth. He had both hands wrapped around the far one, and was obviously nursing that hard, long nipple as Linda sighed with pleasure.

“If she’s interested in a guy, she does,” I told him with a smile and handed him the other three pictures I had of her. They were varying poses, but all emphasized her full breasts, wide hips and lovely shoulder length hair. In all of them she was still wearing high heels and hosiery that ended at the garter belt around her hips. My favorite pose showed her with a hard dick in her mouth just at the instant it had exploded its load of cum and you could see her lipstick smeared along its length. What was keeping her in that position was a long, thick cock pressed deep into her pussy which was also leaving a trail of sperm along the inside of her thigh. All had been cropped at the time I took them to eliminate the possibility of anyone recognizing her partners. I thought Greg’s pants were going to rip when he saw that one.

“Oh man, those are beautiful!” was all he could say as I reclaimed them from his clutching hand.

“I understand that your wife left you,” I told him, then sat back to listen to his tale of woe.

“She told me I wanted sex too often,” he finished, “and then when I told her I wanted other men to fuck her, that was the end.”

“Too bad,” I said, shaking my head. “If I remember correctly, she was a good looking woman.”

“She was that,” he sighed, “but she just couldn’t or wouldn’t go for the idea that I needed sex every day.”

“Well, as you may know, we’ll be leaving her shortly. I’m going back to Asia for a while and Linda can’t come with me. I’m lining up friends who I want to keep her satisfied while I’m gone.”

“I’d love to satisfy….I mean meet her, before you go.” Greg said with a wide smile.

“What are your plans for the rest of the evening?”

“I really don’t have any,” he said, his grin widening. He knew an opportunity when he saw it, and so did I. 

“Well, why don’t we finish our sandwiches and you can follow me home. If she likes you, I think the three of us will have a great time with her.”

I’ve never seen a man eat so fast. I think fully half of his sandwich disappeared in one bite. I laughed and told him to calm down. “If everything works out right, we have the rest of the evening.” He was still impatiently waiting while I finished mine. Then, telling him to follow me, I got into my car and started the short trip back to our house.

Linda was waiting for us when we came in the door. She had changed into a wrap-around skirt, high heels and hose, with a blouse so sheer that you could see her breasts in the half-cup bra I always like for her to wear when she was meeting a new potential partner. She smiled as she saw Greg behind me. 

“I thought it might be you,” she said, recognizing him from her occasional visits to our work place. She took his hand and led him over to the couch.

“Have a seat,” she said, motioning him to sit down. “I’ll get us something to drink.”

I knew she would have a pitcher of margaritas prepared. They were her favorite drink in the summer and had just enough alcohol to lower any inhibitions she might have felt with a stranger. As she leaned forward to pour Greg a drink, I could see him eyeing her breasts which were almost out of her half cup bra. She caught him looking and laughed. 

“I guess that’s meant as a compliment,” she said, pointing to the tent formed in his trousers.

“You have no idea how much of a compliment it is, Greg fired back with a big smile.

“Maybe you can show me in a minute,” Linda said, smiling at him. After pouring me a drink, she took one for herself and sat down next to Greg. Her skirt slipped off her thigh, revealing the warm flesh to a point above her stocking tops. She put her arm behind him on the low back of the couch and held out her glass.

“A toast,” she said, “to long friendships.”

“To long friendships,” Greg and I repeated, with smiles of our own.

“You were telling me that your wife left you,” she said after sipping her drink while Greg studied her profile. I don’t know if he ever got above her breasts, but he obviously like what he saw. I did too. From my viewpoint opposite them, I could see that Linda was not wearing panties and her vulva was already slick with her own juices. She wanted to fuck someone and Greg looked just right to her.

“I explained that to Earl,” he said, blushing slightly. “My wife said I was a sex maniac because I like to fuck,,, I mean have sex, every night.”

“That’s quite all right,” Linda snickered. “We use that word a lot around here. You must have worn the poor girl down. I can understand though. Earl and I do it every night too – and sometimes during the day.” She gave me a smile remembering that Greg might not believe that.

“And Linda likes to have a few friends around during the day,” I added with a smile. “She says it keeps her warmed up for me.”

Greg made a low groan, and then set his glass down on the coffee table. He slid his hand over Linda’s thigh and gave it a gentle squeeze. Linda, to encourage the gesture of friendship spread her legs slightly to give his hand more freedom. It moved her skirt edges farther apart to the point that now, just by lowering his head slightly, Greg would know she was not wearing panties. He didn’t lower his head though, his eyes were fixed on my wife’s breasts which were rising and falling a little more rapidly. She lifted his hand from her thigh and put it on her breast, directly over one button in the center of her blouse, then unbuttoned that fastener.

“Earl isn’t jealous,” she said softly. “He knows I like to have fun and encourages me to have some friends over occasionally. Would you like to be my friend, Greg?”

“I would love to be,” Greg said, unfastening the next button then sliding his hand into the open facing. He was studying her eyes now, alert for any change that might be coming, but Linda continued smiling as his hand closed over one full breast. He took his other hand and began unfastening the other buttons slowly, one at a time until they were at her waistband. 

She turned on the couch to make it easier for him. I could almost hear her purr. She loved this part of the game, and so did I.

Greg was trying to take her blouse out of the waistband of her skirt with little success until she unfastened the side button that held it closely to her. He undid the last two buttons and spread the facings of her blouse wide, showing her breasts completely, still in their cups. Linda’s nipples had become engorge during his efforts though and now stood above the upper part of the solid cups.

Taking his left hand, she lowered it once again to her thigh and then moved it higher until it was beneath her skirt. I saw Greg’s hand move beneath the soft material higher still and knew that he was feeling the thin line of pubic pelt above her clit. I caught a glimpse of the back of his hand when he took advantage of the fact Linda’s skirt no longer hid her crotch completely. He cupped her sweet pussy with his hand and tightened his grip as his head went down to one exposed nipple.

Linda sighed an “O-o-h, y-e-s-s,” as she used her hand to push one breast out of its cup. She cradled his head and then pulled it to her lust engorged breast as his fingers clutched her already swollen labia. “Suck it, baby.” I could see the middle finger working its way down that canyon of joy, welcomed by a sheen of Linda’s juices as she succumbed to her lover’s touch.




A Friend in Need



Greg was all for it! He tried to inhale her breast, which I knew was impossible due to their large grapefruit size, but with a hollowing of his cheeks as he sucked, he did manage to get her nipple and areola completely in his mouth. I watched the muscles in his throat move as his tongue stroked her swollen nipple. His cock was standing high in his trousers, with a wet spot marking the end of what appeared to be a sizeable length. I knew Linda would be pleased at the length, if his girth was equally capable of filling her tight pussy.

Linda turned more to face Greg. She then used her upper body to press him back against the arm of the couch and his mouth harder against her swollen tit. It was her turn to explore. Her hand slid down to Greg’s crotch and along the fabric covered length of his cock. Her smile was obliterated by Greg’s mouth as he switched from her breast to get a lengthy French kiss from my wife. He even gave up her pussy as he unbuttoned the flap of his trousers and put my wife’s hand on the tab of his zipper. Linda’s curiosity was obvious as I watched her hand disappear into his open fly, creep down the length of Greg’s cock; then close over it several inches from the end.

“Oh, my, this is lovely,” she murmured as Greg’s mouth returned to her swollen nipple, and with some degree of effort and bending, brought a good eight inches of hard dick out to see her. It was already seeping the juices he would want to lubricate that sweet pussy he still held, but Linda had other ideas as I saw her slide down his torso and her mouth close over the ping-pong ball sized head of Greg’s dick.

Greg gasped with pleasure as Linda’s hot mouth closed. I could see her tongue was working overtime as she tasted her latest lover. I couldn’t help but pull my own cock out and slowly begin jacking it while her head pushed down to his open fly and then rose in that grinding, revolving kiss of life that drove most men completely out of their mind. Linda was a relative newcomer to sucking cock, but she had learned by watching masters of the art and experimented sufficiently with me that I knew her touch was now golden. 

Greg succumbed immediately. He pushed her head down hard and thrust up with his hips to drive his cock as far into my wife’s mouth as he could before he erupted in a blast of pure cum. Linda almost choked from the forth of his thrust and the simultaneous hot semen that now filled her mouth. She swallowed mightily, but some still escaped from the corners of her mouth to smear Greg’s fly. He wasn’t in a position to complain though as I watched him fuck my wife’s mouth, filling her with at least three hard pulses of his ball juice.

Linda had recovered rapidly from her first surprise and was hungrily matching his thrusts into her mouth with her head bobbing up and down the length of his shaft, swallowing his baby-making seed. Only when it appeared he was no longer capable of giving her more did she finally raise her mouth to the swollen head and with adroit laps of her tongue, finish her meal. When she finished that, she moved her body up until their eye level matched and shook his finger tauntingly at him. 

“No more of that, now,” she smiled. “I’ll set the pace and the depth, all you have to do is give it to me when I want it.” She kissed him, taking away any sting of her reprimand and pushing the sole remaining cup off her other breast. Greg caught them and began kneading them like bread dough, forcing her nipples to stand high and proud.

When she had slid higher to kiss him, Linda’s swollen cunt was almost perfectly aligned with Greg’s cock. I was surprised to see that regardless of the fact he had just given my wife several shots of cock cream, it was still semi-rigid and pointed directly at Linda’s love channel. 

I saw her reach down between them, confirming what I saw, and then watched as she tucked what appeared to be still capable head between her outer lips. With a sigh of pleasure, she lunged against him and I saw the head disappear into her cunt.

“A-h-h, that’s better. I was wondering when you would get around to this. This is what I really wanted from you, although I’ll admit the rest was nice. There’s nothing I like better than a hard dick filling me when I’m horny – and, honey, you’ve really made me horny!”

Greg was obviously in heaven, and I knew why. Any man who had ever fucked my wife never failed to tell me she had the hottest pussy they had ever had the pleasure of sinking their cock into. His back arched against her as he tried to drive it deeper, but I knew Linda wouldn’t let him – yet.

“Unh, unh, baby, I’m in charge of this part,” she said softly, shaking her head. “You gave me your load, and you’ve played with my tits long enough to make me hornier than ever, now I’m in charge.”

She looked over at me and winked, while I slowly jacked my own throbbing cock. “Now we’re going into the bedroom and my husband is going to watch while I fuck you. I hope you don’t have any plans for the rest of tonight, I like a nice long screwing when I’m this hot.”

I saw her lift herself off Greg with an audible ‘pop’ as her tight cunt gave up his obviously welcome cock. She took his hand and helped him off the couch, then led him toward the bedroom, shedding her blouse and throwing it back to me as we went down the hallway.

She pushed him down on the king sized bed, pulled his shoes off as he took off his shirt. Linda pulled his trousers off and turned his legs so he was now parallel to the bed length. She arched her back, thrusting out her breasts as she unfastened her demi-bra and let it drop into my waiting hands. I couldn’t resist pulling it to my nose and smelling the perfume tainted cups. I then took her skirt when she stepped out of it. Now, clad only in high heels and nylons, my wife straddled Greg’s torso. Bending forward, she let her breasts sway directly in front of his mouth as he tried to push her lower for access to her swollen cunt lips.

“Now it’s my turn,” she almost whispered. Greg reacted exactly as I would have, taking a breast in one hand and pulling it to his mouth while his other hand squeezed and fondled her other orb. Linda hissed with pleasure as Greg’s teeth grated over the swollen nipple, causing her to press her breast harder against his mouth. His reaction, to pull it deeper with the suction of his entire mouth, was exactly what my wife wanted. “Suck it, baby, suck it,” she said softly. “I love the feeling of a man’s mouth on my boobs.” That was obvious by the pressure of her breast on his mouth. Her beautiful mound almost covered his face, but Greg wasn’t in a mood to lose it.

“I feel something poking me,” she told her lover teasingly. “Are you trying to get your dick into my pussy?” Sliding along his torso on perspiration slick bodies, she pressed her swollen labia against Greg’s cock head. “Is that better?” she hissed as Greg arched his back and drove the thick head between her love lips.

Using both hands on his chest to raise herself, causing Greg to lose his oral grip on her breast, she sat up on her knees, centered his cock in her charming valley and slowly began to lower herself on his throbbing, engorged length. Greg could only gurgle with delight as he felt her slippery core sliding down over his cropped length until at last she paused. I could see at least two inches of hard cock still waiting to be used.

“Oh, this is a nice one!” she murmured, taking Greg’s hands and placing one on each breast as she once again began lowering herself. “So nice and thick! I love thick ones.” She began rotating her hips and raising and lowering herself on Greg’s hardness, hissing with pleasure as she rode her favorite delight – a hard dick that she knew would spit its load of cum in her vagina if she used it right. And Linda definitely by now had the talent to make any man’s cock swell with delight upon sinking into that hot channel, lubricated with her juices as well as those of her lovers, letting them feel the muscles of her cunt stroking him even more pleasantly than with her fingers or her mouth.

“Oh, baby, I dreamed of doing this to you the instant Earl showed me your picture,” Greg managed to say as he took her hips in his hands and pulled her down on his rampant steed until I saw the last inch slide deep into my wife’s welcoming core.

Linda giggled as she felt Greg take up the humping motion that drove his cock deeper into her each time that she raised herself slightly. “And I’ll bet I know the one he showed you. The one where I’m being taken from the rear while I get a little from the guy in front. “She continued when Greg nodded. “Did you ever do that with your wife?”

Greg had other interests at the moment than discussing his wife, but he still managed to shake his head.

“You should have, you know. Most of us get tired of the same old thing every night. We need something new, just like you guys always tell us. I’ll bet if I was to call her and tell her what we are doing, that she would be back here like a shot. Did you join the swinger’s club while she was here, or after she left?”

I could tell Greg’s thoughts were far from wanting to discuss this, but I could also see that wife’s belly rippling as she exercised those delightful muscles of hers. Greg was getting a fantastic fucking without having to move a muscle, although I could see his hips flexing with each stroke as he tried to drive his cock deeper still.

“After she left,” Greg managed to say as he gave it up momentarily. I knew that he must have had a mini orgasm, giving my wife the lubrication she needed to keep her cunt happy and soupy. Linda didn’t bat an eye. She felt the tiny squirt and just rode her pony harder, driving Greg’s cock in and out of her squeezing depths and leaning forward to give him another taste of her swollen nipples. Greg captured them like a dieing man, sucking them deep into his mouth, one after the other.

Linda yipped as his teeth gripped one slightly too hard. “Don’t bite them off,” she said, switching nipples on him. “My husband likes to suck them too, don’t you, honey?”

I don’t know if Greg had forgotten I was right there at the end of the bed watching him fuck my wife, or seeing him sucking her tits, but he suddenly turned his head to me and said, “Thank you, Earl, for lending me this lovely lady of yours. She’s everything you said and more. I wish I had known about her earlier. If you could have fucked Patty while I screwed Linda here, Patty would probably have stayed with me.”

I could see where this was going. And I assured him that he could fuck Linda as long as we were still in town. Then, depending on where Linda chose to live while I was gone, perhaps he would like to fuck her then too.

“That would be pure heaven,” he remarked, looking into Linda’s smiling eyes, “and some relief for Patty too.”

“That isn’t the only relief for Patty,” Linda told him. “We’ve made a few friends who would be happy to help her – and you, while Earl’s away.

“Maybe you should call her and tell her everything. I’ll help you, if you want – tomorrow morning,” she emphasized. “Right now, I want to fuck your socks off!”

And she did. Two hours later, Linda extracted the last of Greg’s cum from a wilting cock. Even with her exquisite talents there was no way Greg would be able to recover soon. With his last efforts, he pulled her close to him, closed his hand over one breast and went immediately to sleep.

“Poor guy, you wore him out,” I chuckled on the other side of my wife’s body.

Switching hands so that Greg would still have the pleasure of her lovely orb, she turned on her side to me and said softly, “Well, he certainly tried to wear ME out! But I love the way he fucks. Did you mean what you said about he could fuck me while you’re gone?”

“If that’s what you want and it’s close enough to where you choose to live, by all means, honey. There’s no reason in the world why you should fuck him – and anyone else that you want while I’m gone. I hope you’ll help Patty though. She needs to find out just how much fun she’s missing out on.”

“I have just the guy to do that,” Linda smiled. “Remember Larry and Della? Larry knows how to get a lady’s motor turned on and I think Della would be happy to help him if Greg gave her a little when he wasn’t in my cunt.”

“Then go to it, honey,” I smiled back, “Just don’t let Larry knock her up. She doesn’t want kids, and I think that’s part of the reason that she doesn’t want Greg to fuck her every time he feels like sticking a dick in her. “

“I don’t think that will be a problem,” my wife said, swinger her uppermost leg over my hips. “Della has some friends that can get her all the pills she needs without it costing her anything except an occasional piece of ass. And I think Della also goes both ways, so that might be something else for Patty to explore.” 

“M-m-m, interesting” I told her as I pulled her leg higher, putting my cock directly in line with her weeping pussy. I pressed forward slightly and was rewarded with a sigh from her and the exquisite feeling of my cock head sliding into a chamber filled with hot cum. “And this is even more interesting,” I leered as I pressed my hips forward more and felt another two inches or so of hard dick filling her core. Linda loved for me to fuck her after one or more of her lovers had been inside her and left the juicy contents of their interest in her hot box. I love it too, especially when her lover was within arms reach and I suspected that what I would be giving her right now would be repeated by him through the night. I loved watching another man on my wife’s belly, thrusting deep into her and then pulling out until only the tip of his cock was inside her, sucking her tits while he screwed her. I knew Linda would want more from Greg during the night, and I was certain he would get it.

“You just love sloppy seconds,” my wife gasped as I went fully into her and felt her hips thrusting back against mine. “And I want you to have them. I don’t know why I ever had any reluctance to fuck other guys once you told me that you wanted me to, but I’m certainly enjoying it these days.”

“I know you are, honey,” I told her as we began that dance of love, “and I hope you always will. Of course while I’m gone, you’re going to be on your own for a while. You’ll have to find some guys to have a little fun with when our friends are busy. Can you do that?” 

It was her first frown. “Can’t you line up some guys for me? You know how I hate to try to pick guys up.” 

“Don’t worry. All our friends know that you’ll need some companionship while I’m gone and all of the guys have told me that they’ll give you as much as you want, although I doubt that. But think about it for a minute. If you stay here in this town, you’ve seen how some of these guys look at you. They’re damn near drooling. All you have to do is put on some of that nice lingerie I bought for you, put a thin top on and go outside. I can guarantee they’ll come running.”

Linda gasped as the first tingling sensations of her orgasm coursed through her body and I concentrated on making it grown slowly until her arms caught me around my neck and she pulled me to the uncovered breast. I began sucking it, knowing how it intensified her orgasm when she was being fucked, and once again I wasn’t disappointed. With a spasmodic jerking of her body and gasps as it found her, my wife succumbed to her orgasm.

“They’d better,” she managed to croak out a few minutes later. “I’ve gotten too used to the feeling of two men playing with me to let just one satisfy me. There’s got to be a clean up man.”

I knew what she wanted, and slid lower, letting my cock trail a thin line of cum down her thigh as I went for my prize. It was waiting for me, slowly seeping my cum and Greg’s juices through lips still swollen from her arousal. All I had to do initially was to close my mouth over that delightful spring of lust. My wife’s trained vagina would do most of the work. T wasn’t disappointed. It was like putting your mouth over a hose and having someone turn on the faucet. Linda opened her cunt wide and expelled those tastiest of juices, hers mixed with mine and Greg’s.

I let her feed me until there was no more of the free flowing cum, then I cleaned her lovely cunt, thrusting my tongue as deep into her vagina as I could, then swallowing even those little tidbits while my tongue circled the pouting lips. I avoided her clit. I didn’t want her to cum again until Greg had recuperated and wanted a replay. I knew Linda liked the way he had fucked her and she deserved only the best.

I scooted back up on the bed. Greg was still snoring softly as I kissed Linda’s sultry lips, letting her get just a taste of our juices. Then we both went to sleep, my wife a sandwich between me and her latest lover. 

I’ll give my readers a little more about how Linda whiled her time away while I was gone, but these stories will be based on what she told me or on the information on tapes that she sent to me about her lovers. They’ll be written from her point of view of course, since I wasn’t there. Many have asked how I can remember so many details about the fun we had. The reason is I wrote the events down immediately, or as soon thereafter as possible, in note form. It isn’t hard to transcribe them into a full fledged story, but it’s time consuming. The notes alone fill a three inch binder, and the memories they stir are fantastic!

Thanks to all those who have written about the Linda series, asking for some information on the lifestyle and how to get into it. I sincerely hope I have helped. If you would like to contact me directly the address is click the link below..

Until I finish transcribing Linda’s next adventure….enjoy Literotica!



A Friend in Need - A Special Night



Every Guy having a platonic relationship with a girl no matter how much he protests to the contrary, at least once, wonders what it would be like to fuck her, maybe it's just curiosity or maybe it's the millions of years of evolution dictating his thoughts, but every guy has them. It's seldom however that he gets the chance to act on these thoughts, the story that follows is autobiographical and true in most respects, I've taken creative license in some parts though, what is real and what is a product of my fevered imagination, I leave up to you dear reader to speculate on. I will confirm however that names have been changed to protect the guilty.

Taniksha and I had been friends for years, we met in college when she was my assigned lab partner and ever since our first meeting we were never really physically attracted to each other, I thought she looked like a cuter tanned Indian version of Zooey Deschanel and I was, and still am attracted to the curvier ladies, in her case she in spite of (or perhaps because of) her drill sergeant father always seemed attracted to the bad boys and found me too straight laced. But we got along well and had similar interest, we both enjoyed photography and hiking and invariably when our significant others of the moment bailed out of any social activities we always felt comfortable asking each other to fill in.

For all that Taniksha only ever had one "serious" relationship it was with a guy named Randolph, I never understood what she saw in him, she was clearly smarter than him and he treated her like shit, and I suspected had cheated on her a few times, I only ever once obliquely mentioned my thoughts to her but she brushed them off and I did not bring it up again. We had finals coming up in the next few weeks and predictably started seeing less of each other, I had just gotten the heave ho a relationship so I had a lot of time to study, Taniksha though spent most of her time with "Randy" Randolph Johnson and not quite enough studying. I tried to get her to buckle down and study but she ignored me, eventually I decided that she was a big girl and I needed to get my own shit together, I spent a good 2 weeks with my nose in some kind of reference tome or the other, caffeine and sleep deprivation were my constant companions.

Eventually though I had one of those nights where my body just could not take it anymore and I fell asleep in the library, fortunately the University kept the library open till midnight during finals and that's when I was shaken awake by the night guard, I gathered up my books and walked back to my apartment. It was a muggy night, as nights in India tend to be, fortunately I lived close to the university and reached my building inside ten minutes, I pushed open the main gate and that's when I saw Taniksha sitting in the lobby crying. I slowly sat next to her and asked, "What's wrong Tanni?"

She said, "I had the most horrible day you can imagine."

I responded with, "Tell me, later, we need to get you upstairs first"

We took the stairs up to my apartment; I lived alone so it was in the usual single guy state of borderline health hazard. I pushed some junk off the couch, got her seated and got out the beers, I imagined her bad day had something to do with Randy and her next words proved me right.

"He cheated on my Jeff, he brought some girl back to MY apartment and was fucking her in MY bed!"

Taniksha's father had got some sort of Government contracting business going after he was discharged from the service and seemed to be doing quite good at it, as a result Taniksha was the only person I knew who could afford to own her own high-rise penthouse suite. I'd imagine it would be quiet the love shack for Randy to get some willing tail.

I hate watching girls cry, I'm usually at a loss on what is proper etiquette but even I knew an arm around her was the right thing to do. I could feel the hot tears sock into my cotton shirt.

"And to think tonight was the night I planned to make him my first," she continued weepily.

This was something we never spoke about before; I'd always wondered if Taniksha had, had her cherry popped; now I knew.

"Tanni, sweet heart, he's an asshole to pull this kind of bull shit on an amazing girl like you, any retard who would throw away a beautiful, sweet, loving and sexy girl like you has his head up some other retard's ass."

In hindsight I realize I could have ended that more forcefully but it seemed to work, she looked up, into my eyes and asked

"You think I'm sexy?" she cooed.

"Of course I think you're sexy, what kind of silly question is that? In any case I always thought he was no good for you, you'll be glad you saved yourself for someone who really cares about you."

She looked at me thoughtfully and said "You're right."

The next thing I know she leaned into me and our lips were kissing, I was taken aback, but enough of a guy to kiss her back immediately. I put my hand gently on the back of her neck. She opened her mouth in response. Our tongues touched lightly at first then soon flowered into an all-out explosion of passion.

We continued kissing. What really surprised me next was the fact that she became even more forward. She moved over on top of my lap and moved my hands around to her ass as we continued to kiss. Her denim skirt only came up to mid-thigh; I slid my hands down and up, under her skirt.

"Are you sure you want to do this Tanni?" I asked her.

"I want my first time to be with someone who really cares about me Jeff, and I can't think of anyone better."

Well I'm too much of a gentleman to turn down a lady so I pulled her face back down to mine and frenched her again. I could feel her warm skin under the silk panties she was wearing, I gently caressed her ass and teasingly ran a finger between her legs just brushing her silk covered mound, and she shivered in reply.

Her hands had begun to slowly unzip the back of her blouse. My heart stopped for a moment as I gazed at her in a completely new light. She was braless underneath, her slight breasts looked almost golden in the single incandescent light of my living room,

"Tanni you are stunning. You are the most beautiful girls I'v ever seen."

Her blush said more than words ever could, Her hands moved to my track pants and slowly pulled them down, my excitement was evident as my dick popped up through my Y-fronts. She didn't say a word, but only stared deeply into my eyes as she straddled me.

Her hands were resting on my shoulders as her tongue slipped between my lips. My arms encircled her as we kissed. Her silk clad virginity rubbed against my penis in the most delicate and yet seductive manner. Taniksha moved her hands down and without warning pulled aside her panties.

She shivered and broke the kiss to look into my eyes. She lovingly caressed my cheek as she began to slowly slide down onto my erect shaft. She grimaced when the head pressed against her hymen. Her head leaned back as she thrust herself down on me, breaking that final barrier between us. Her eyes opened wide and a tear rolled down her cheek as the pain struck her.

She saw the look of concern cross my face and reassured me with a smile.

"It's not so bad, and now and forever the most special guy I've known will have made me a woman."

Her smile was a pure and beautiful; I had to kiss her again. Her hips were moving in little circles. The sensation sent little tremors of pleasure through both of us. I gently bit her neck which sent a small quiver down her and up my shaft and she let off a sexy little yelp

Her velvet insides held me tight as she built up a slow rhythm; I guided her with my hands on her hips into a more consistent speed. She threw off her blouse completely and pulled my face to her chest, I took a nipple into my mouth and ran circle around it with my tongue,

"Ohhh God that feels good" she moaned.

She grabbed me by the hair and pulled my face tighter against her body, I ran my fingers gently across her ass as I continued to suck her nipples alternately, I've always wondered about it so I gently ran a finger over her anal entrance, she stiffened and I understood she wasn't ready, but I tickled it just the same, her moans got louder and she was starting to ride me harder.

"Oh fuck your cock feels so good inside me Jeff, it's filled me up completely, make me your slut Jeff I want to be your little slut!"

I'd never heard her talk like this before, and I could feel my balls tighten as my load was preparing to go off. Surprisingly she started to come before me, her moans started small at first but built up; they were starting to push me towards the edge as well.

"Slow down otherwise I'll come inside you" I warned her.

"Oh Jeff, I want you to come inside me please, I want you to be the first man who fills me with his cum."

To someone who has never had a woman beg them to come inside her, the feeling I felt then was indescribable, I exploded in a jet and that was the trigger that sent her over the cliff of her own orgasm. We held each other close as the wave of pleasure washed over our bodies.

Twenty minutes later, we were still on the couch glowing in our post coital bliss, her head was pressed against my chest but unlike earlier in the night there were no tears. The smile and kiss we shared I'll remember for the rest of my life.

Well it's been a few years since that night, we never spoke about it again, and we never fucked again, I think we both realized it would have never worked between us, we remained friends for the rest of college and a few years after that till she had to move away for work, and although it's been a while and I loved and lost a few more since then, I think I'll always remember our one special night.