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An Old Friend

By: X-Factor



Matt and 2 friends walked into the strip club. He didn't go very often, his girlfriend Tracy forbade it. However, he did end up going there with his friends every year or so. He was a good looking man in his late twenties, 6'2, 195 pounds, short brown hair, blue eyes. 

The three of them sat down at a table and waited to be served. When the waitress approached, Matt's heart skipped a beat. It was Samantha. Sam was an acquaintance of his whom he had not seen in nearly 2 years. She used to come by his work every so often and they would chat, and flirt harmlessly. 

She was a beautiful woman, though she had put on a few pounds since he last saw her. Curly brown, shoulder length hair which she wore up, exposing her gorgeous face and brown eyes. She had a dimple when she smiled. 5'5, about 150 pounds now, tanned skin, long legs. Her breasts were huge, a D cup minimum, and they were displayed well in her tight black v-neck shirt. He couldn't help the movement that he felt in his pants as the blood rushed to his cock. Other than a few pounds, she hadn't changed a bit. She was gorgeous. 

"Matt!" she exclaimed excitedly. 

"Hi Sam!" he said, smiling. The usual small talk ensued, before she had to get back to work. He wanted her. He couldn't deny that. He blew his chance 2 years ago, he was not going to blow it this time. He had to figure out how to meet up with her, and ditch his friends. Matt did not want them to know what he was doing. The best way to not get caught was to tell no one. 

The 3 of them stayed at the strip club from midnight until after 1. The bars closed at 2. As the night progressed, he talked to Sam often. She sat with them every time she had a second. He managed to find out that she was single now, and that she got off at about 2:30. When he had a quick moment alone with her he arranged to meet her back there at 2:30. 

He and his 2 friends were walking the streets of downtown at 2 when he broke away, saying he was going to walk home. They nodded and went their separate ways. Simple as that. Matt backtracked to the strip club and got there at around 2:20. After speaking with the bouncer for a couple of minutes, Sam noticed him and told the bouncer to let him in. 

10 minutes later, Sam and Matt were in a cab on their way to her apartment. Their entire conversation was innocent, flirtatious, like they didn't miss a beat. Neither implied sex, neither expected it. Both hoped for it. He was just going to her house to watch a late movie and catch up. She was aware that he was still going out with Tracy. 

By 2:50, they were sitting on her couch in front of the TV. No movie was playing, they were just talking, sitting close, looking into each other's eyes. He could not stop his eyes from straying over her body. Her tits were straining against her black shirt, she wore blue jeans, and her feet were bare, toenails painted red. Samantha noticed his glances, and her eyes strayed as well. Her vagina moistened at the thought of what hid beneath his jeans. 

Matt was looking for an opening to make a move, to try and kiss those beautiful lips, but found none. She had her one leg curled up on the couch, the other outstretched, bare foot on the edge of the coffee table. 

He was there for 30 minutes, it was after 3, he could no longer wait for an opening, he needed to make his own. As soon as there was a pause in the conversation he leaned forward, heart pounding. Sam closed her eyes and their lips met, smacking softly. She put her other leg on the floor as he kissed her again, allowing him to sit closer. She slid her arm around his waist and opened her mouth. He slid his tongue into her mouth as his hand slid around her back, caressing her. Her tongue darted into his mouth and they made out for awhile, exploring, enjoying. Their kissing grew intense, his caresses moved from her back to her legs. Her fingers trailed over his back as they breathed heavily into each other's mouth. The room was silent except for the sounds of their kisses and the quiet sound of the TV. 

After a few minutes of enjoying the kiss, Matt wanted more of her. His hand slid up her thigh to her crotch, where he gently rubbed her over her jeans. She moaned softly into his mouth as tingles shot from her pussy up through her body. She knew she was very wet down there. She desperately wanted this man. Samantha slid her well manicured hand down his body to his crotch, where she felt a large bulge in his jeans. He slid his hand up her soft stomach to her huge breasts. He squeezed one, gently, and Sam sighed. Her expert fingers slid down his fly and undid his button. 

He sent his tongue far into her mouth as he felt her reach into his underwear. She found what she was looking for, gripping his shaft gently, exploring every inch of him. Their desire continued to build as they kissed even more frantically. He slid his hand back down between her legs, this time taking down her zipper and undoing the button. She began to stroke his cock inside his underwear, slowly. 

Still not breaking the passionate kiss, Matt slid his hand into Sam's panties. His fingers could sense the approaching heat. He felt the comforting moistness of her slit, and he slowly ran his finger down it. "Mmmmmph…" she moaned, squeezing his hard penis as pleasure surged through her body. 

She kissed him harder, gasping for breath as he ran his finger up and down the gateway to her treasure, teasing her. After a few more minutes of making out and exploring with their hands, she broke the kiss, chest heaving. 

"Let's go to my bedroom, Matt." She panted. He nodded, heart pounding with lust as he slid his hand out of her pants. They stood up together and she took him by the hand. She led him to her bedroom. At the foot of her bed, she turned to him. She was smiling, showing her dimple, brown eyes beautiful as they looked at him with desire. She put her arms around his neck and their lips met, tongues immediately entering the other's mouth. 

Matt slid his hands down the back of her jeans, sliding them into her panties, caressing her bare ass. He squeezed her soft ass cheeks as she pressed her body against his. Sam was conscious of his bulge pressing against her stomach. He bravely began to slide his hands back up her back, taking her shirt with them. She broke the kiss and raised her arms in the air, allowing him to pull her shirt over her head and off. 

He dropped it on the floor, catching his breath at the sight of her gorgeous breasts heaving beneath her black bra. They were huge. Her tanned cleavage seemed to go on forever. 

He came to his senses when he felt her push his own shirt up his body. He helped her pull it off before pulling her close to him again. He lay her down on her bed, lying between her legs. He grinded his crotch against hers as they kissed sloppily, breathing laboriously. Sam trailed her long fingernails up his back slowly, writhing her hips upwards. The friction his bulge created against her pussy drove her crazy, she knew she was sopping wet down there. 

Suddenly, Matt half rolled off of her, sliding his hand down her smooth belly. Her jeans were still undone, and he was able to slide his hand right into her panties. She gasped into his mouth when she felt his fingers touch her sensitive slit. He slid a finger down to her entrance. "Mmmmmph…" she moaned into his mouth as she felt his finger enter her. 

His tongue danced against hers in her mouth as he began to slide his finger in and out of her steamy tunnel. She began to writhe her hips against his hand, cunt tingling uncontrollably. She was so wet, he slipped a second finger inside. "Ohhh…" she sighed, breaking the kiss, closing her eyes, and arching her head back. 

Matt needed to see more of her amazing body. He slipped his hand out of her panties, to her disappointment, and grabbed onto her pants. He pulled downward, and Sam raised her ass up off the bed, allowing him to slide her jeans down her long, tanned legs. She pulled her bare feet out of her pants one by one, and he dropped them on the floor. Samantha lay beside him wearing a black bra and skimpy black panties. 

He bent to kiss her again. Running his hand up her smooth thigh. He began to rub her over her thin panties, clearly feeling her swollen pussy lips through the material. She moaned into his mouth again, humping her crotch into his hand. 

Still kissing him, she aggressively pushed him onto his back. She began to kiss down his chest, tongue flecking across his nipples. Slowly kissing down his belly, her hands began tugging at his jeans. Sam pulled Matt's jeans and underwear down his legs, unleashing his thick, 6 inch cock. Staring at his rock hard cock, she pulled his clothes right off of him and threw them on the floor. She knelt between his legs and crawled up the bed towards his member. 

Her expert hand grabbed it, slowly stroking it as she bent her head. Her tongue snaked out, gently licking at his bag as her hand continued to massage his shaft. His breathing deepened as he watched her pink tongue slowly trail up his pole. Her beautiful eyes caught his as her tongue gently licked around the mushroom head of his penis. She kissed the helmet of his cock, tongue licking at the tiny hole. Suddenly, she slipped half of his organ into her mouth all at once. 

He sighed as warmth engulfed the top half of his dick. Still looking at him, she slowly sunk the remainder of his rod into her mouth, until he was inside entirely. Matt slid his fingers into the curls of her hair and she began to slide her lips back up his pole. Sam sucked his manhood back into her mouth, sliding her expert lips up and down. Her tongue licked at his sensitive head every time she withdrew. 'slurp slurp slurp slurp slurp slurp' Samantha slurped loudly on his thick penis, her warm mouth skillfully giving him head. He moaned, his hand squeezing her hair in his fist. 

Finally, she pulled his cock out of her mouth with a loud sucking noise. She looked up at him, smiling, before kissing her way up his belly. She straddled him, her lips searching for his. They kissed passionately, tongues exploring as she grinded her crotch against his bare cock. He could feel how hot her pussy was through her wet panties. 

His hands caressed her soft ass, sliding into the sides of her panties. He squeezed her ass cheeks as he sucked her upper lip into his mouth. 

Sam's cunt was buzzing, driving her insane. The feelings that his cock gave her when she rubbed against it made her want him more than ever. She was aware of the feelings in every inch of her body, centering on her vagina. 

As they made out, her bra strap fell down her shoulders. Matt kissed down her neck to her chest, and down her lovely cleavage. Releasing her ass, he eased the one side of her bra down off her breast, slowly revealing her pink areola. Sam continued to grind herself against him as she watched. Her nipple was rock hard, and he eagerly sucked it into his mouth, sending thrills down her spine to her pussy. He could hear her breathing laboriously as his hands slid around to her back and under her bra strap. 

He unsnapped her bra, and it fell forward off her tits. He threw it onto the floor, nearly cumming at the mere sight of her wonderful tanned globes. He grabbed one in each hand, massaging them as his tongue licked around her nipples. 

"Ohhhh…" she sighed, electricity flowing through her. Matt eased her off of him and lay her on her back, searching lips finding hers again. He squeezed a leg in between hers, and she parted her legs wider to allow him in. His breathing grew heavier as he broke the kiss and began to kiss his way down her neck and chest. Over her breasts he kissed, and down her smooth belly. 

Samantha's pussy tingled in anticipation as his lips touched her closer and closer to her pleasure spot. He could smell the scent of her arousal as he kissed her over her panties. She slid her feet up the bed, opening herself up wider for him as he kissed her pussy lips over her panties. She gasped as pleasure shot from her crotch. He kissed the very top of each of her soft inner thighs, teasing her. He reached up and placed his finger at the side of her panties. 

He gently eased them to one side, slowly revealing her pink, swollen pussy lips. They were puckered together, quivering as he lightly placed his lips on them, kissing them. 

"Ohhh yessss…" she whispered. His tongue darted out and slowly licked from the bottom of her slit up to the top, nudging her clitoris when it got there. Kissing her pussy one more time, he grabbed the thin elastic of her panties and began to tug them down. Sam raised her ass up off the bed, allowing him to slide the dainty things down her long, smooth legs. He pulled them off her feet, one by one, noting her red toenails. 

After throwing the panties on the floor, he held her foot up in the air, raining kisses over the top. He kissed her big toe, sucking it into his mouth as his hand caressed her calf. He ran his tongue along her instep to her ankle, his hand moving up to grab her foot. While his hand massaged Sam's foot, he kissed up her calf to her knee. 

Her heart was pounding, her cunt so incredibly wet as she watched this handsome man kiss slowly up the inside of her bare thighs towards her needy treasure. Matt breathed in her scent as he kissed the very top of her leg, just beside her cunt. He could hear her breathing heavily as he gently kissed her sensitive slit. She was quivering before him, needing to be pleasured so badly. She ran her fingers through his hair, urging him towards her crotch. 

His tongue snaked out, lightly teasing the nub of her clit. She gasped, heart pounding as he ran his tongue down her wet pussy lips. He slid his tongue into her gash. Sam tensed up, toes curling as he gathered her juices with his tongue. He began to slide his tongue in and out of her, hands sliding under her ass, grabbing her cheeks. She began to writhe her pussy into his face as he licked the entire length of her slit. 

"Ohhhh God…" she sighed, when she felt his tongue go back to her clit. Bolts of pleasure shot through her body as he sucked her clitoris into his mouth. Her hands grabbed his hair a little tighter, rubbing her pussy in his face as he ran his tongue over the clit that he held trapped between his lips. 

Samantha knew that an orgasm was building quickly within her, and she knew it would be intense. When it struck, she was still unprepared for the severity. "OHHHHH FUUUUUCK!!!!" she moaned, humping her hips upward into his face as pure pleasure rocketed through her. Her entire body grew hotter than ever, the inner walls of her vagina convulsed, tingles shot from her pussy in every direction. 

Still Matt licked her. He was merciless with his tongue as she gasped for breath. Finally, the powerful orgasm subsided and she released his head. He lifted his head up from between her thighs, mercifully giving her cunt a break from his expert tongue. Smiling, he kissed over her bush, and began to kiss up her soft belly. His lips trailed up her body, over her breasts to her neck. He kissed up her neck, slowly. 

Finally regaining some oxygen, Sam's lips found his and they kissed passionately. Her tongue flew into his mouth hungrily as he began to writhe his bare organ against her sopping wet pussy. Her bare feet caressed up and down his legs as her hands scratched at his back. She broke the kiss. 

"Put it in me." She stated, not offering him a choice. He reached down between their naked bodies and grabbed his rock hard cock. He ran the fat head of his dick down the hot, quivering lips of her pussy until it reached her entrance. Both were breathing laboriously, needing this badly, wanting this for so long. 

He pushed forward, watching her expression. Her pussy lips parted for him, and he squeezed his penis inside her hot, horny vagina half way in one stroke. 

"Ohhhh…" she moaned, closing her eyes and arching her head back. He felt so amazing! He was really stretching her wide! Matt pulled out of Samantha's hot hole slightly, before sliding his cock all the way into her. 

"Ohhhhhh!" she moaned again, smiling. His lips were on hers, and they kissed passionately as he held his entire dick in her cunt. He began to slowly slide in and out of her, loving how her pussy warmed his manhood every time he slid deep inside her. 

She loved the sensation in her cunt as his penis stretched her so wide, the friction they made when he slowly pulled out of her and than pushed back in was incredible. Her bare feet began to caress up and down his legs and ass. She was completely his. "Mmmmph! Mmmmph! Mmmmph! Mmmmmph! Mmmmph!" she moaned into his mouth every time he plowed into her. He began to fuck her faster, harder, sending more pleasure sensations up her body. 

She broke the kiss, having trouble catching her breath as he drove her towards what promised to be a huge orgasm. "Unh! Unh! Unh! Unh! Unh! Unh! Unh! Unh! OHHHHH!" she cried, cumming. 

Sam rubbed her crotch up against his, her legs holding him inside her as her pussy convulsed around him. Her heart was pounding, her face was flushed, her body grew intensely hot as her orgasm took complete control over her. 

She was a helpless ragdoll, and Matt took full control, ramming his cock into her with authority. He reached behind him and raised her leg up in the air, placing it on his shoulder as he continued to slide his hot pole into her. He was watching her huge tits bounce up and down with each of his thrusts, her foot was flailing behind him helplessly. 

"Oh…God…it feels so…good!" she gasped as she began to regain her senses a little. He kissed at her mouth, and she was able to kiss him back a little. After a few more minutes, he began to lose steam, slowing down. 

"Let me go on top!" she said eagerly. He got off of her, clearly hearing the 'slurp' noise his penis made when it pulled out of her twat. He lay on his back, his rock hard cock sticking up. Sam eagerly straddled him, huge tits jiggling with the movement, and her mouth was on his, kissing him passionately. Her tongue darted into his mouth as she began to rub her wet pussy along his shaft. 

To their delight, her pussy slid too far up his cock and the head poked inside her. "Ohhh" they moaned in unison, breaking the kiss as her warmth engulfed his head. He raised his ass up off the bed, forcing his entire cock into her hungry cunt. "Ohhhh yesss…" she moaned as she filled up with penis. 

His old friend Samantha was a changed woman. She was an animal. So needful of this sex, she began to slam her crotch down on him as fast as she could. Her humongous tits were bouncing before him as her pussy slid up and down his rod. Her moans were loud as the pleasure within her built. 

His hands grasped at her tits as he brought his mouth towards them. He sucked and licked at her nipple as she continued to slide up and down his pole. He buried his face between her tits, they were so big his head was practically covered by them. Matt kissed up her neck, his searching lips finding hers. His hands slid around to her soft ass, squeezing the cheeks, urging her onward. 

He could take it no longer, he had to regain control. He wanted to fuck her so hard, it just wasn't hard enough with her on top. He roughly rolled her back onto her back, his cock slipping out of her in the process. 

Sam opened her tanned legs wide, feet in the air and his cock slid back into her all at once. They moaned in unison as he filled her up again. He held himself up on his arms and began to drill into her with all his might. He knew he wouldn't last long. 

"I'm gonna cum…" he warned, moaning. 

"Ohhh God, cum inside me!" she moaned as he pistoned in and out of her. He knew that wasn't a good idea. Tempting as it was, he didn't think she was on the pill. He decided he would cum on her tits. "Unh! Unh! Unh! Unh!" she moaned as he gave a few final, rapid thrusts. 


An Old Friend



He could feel his balls heat up, almost there… She wrapped her legs around him, feet bouncing of his thrusting ass. 

He was losing it, he pulled back, beyond the point of no return. Sam's legs tightened around him, forcing him back in her. He moaned, losing it. 

His cock jerked inside her, and a long stream of cum fired forth. She squeezed her long legs tight, holding him deep inside her as he ejaculated. He moaned, more of his seed firing into her hungry womb. 

Samantha was kissing at his face as he filled her pussy with his semen, the last of it trickling out of him. Feeling like she got all of it, her legs released him. He remained inside her, kissing her tenderly, smiling. 

"Ohhhhh," she moaned, smiling. "That was fantastic!" He just continued kissing her mouth. Her feet caressed up and down his legs as he softened inside her. 

Matt began to slide out of her. Sam quickly tightened her legs around him again. 

"Where do you think you're going?" she asked coyly. He grew hard again at her words, and knew he wasn't going anywhere…

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An Old Friend



ONE

I'd had a really dull morning at work and, combined with the fact that the sun was shining brightly and I was stuck in my office, my mood was such that I took a lunch in the nearest pub.

Sitting there in the beer garden, enjoying a drink and the sunshine (and the girls walking by....) I didn't realise that a girl I used to go to school with was sitting with some friends on the table opposite me. It wasn't until she came up to me and offered to buy me a drink that I realised who she was. I didn't want to break up her group or intrude but, as they were going on to another pub, she was free to chat me. We said our 'hellos', hugged, and got another round, and settled down to chat.

Jo was always cute, but I hadn't seen her in eight years and I'd forgotten just how attractive she was. Don't get me wrong; she wasn't the most beautiful woman alive or anything, but she was pretty damn hot! 

Her hair, which hung down past her shoulders, was a reddish blond, and she always had a real sexy smile. She was about six inches shorter than me and, as we caught up on old times, I realised that I kept looking at her breasts as she talked. She was wearing a thin T-shirt, which showed the outline of her bra, and her nipples were clearly visible through it. She caught my eyes once or twice, but just smiled in that flirty way of hers. That's when I remembered that we had very nearly had sex once. And so did she... the topic of conversation went back to how we'd gotten drunk when my mum had married my step-dad, and had stumbled back to her parents' place and had fallen into bed.

We kissed, and got down to our underwear, but we had been good friends, and we knew to stop it there. I was kind of regretting it, when she said that very same thing!

"Really?" I asked, trying not to choke on my drink. "Why's that?"

"Oh, come on!" She laughed, kicking my leg under the table. "I fancied you rotten for years!"

"Really?" I spilt my drink that time.

"Oh, yeah...." She smiled, and leant forwards. "And you look even better now."

"Really?" I said, smiling. And longing for a better line in conversation. "I guess you've got a new man now though, huh?"

"I wish!" She laughed, stretching back, her breasts jutting towards me. "I've been single for far too long..."

"I know what you mean, Jo," I said.

We had sat in silence for a minute or two, when she finally spoke.

"I'll probably regret this," she sighed. "But I will if I don't ask, so..."

"I don't really need to be back in the office today," I told her, smiling. She blushed. "If you wanna have a drink or... something."

"Is it that obvious?"

"Jo," I leaned towards her. "I haven't seen you in God knows how long, and I probably won't see you until the reunion in a couple of years. So..."

"My flat is only two minutes away."

"Do you really wa..."

"Shut up before I change my mind!"

And, with that, she stood up, took my hand, and led me out of the pub.

TWO

We walked back to her place, arm in arm, just making small talk. We got inside, and she offered me a drink. I sat on her sofa, and she sat opposite me in an armchair, turning the TV on. Richard Madley came on, grinning inanely and talking about tampons.

"Man," I muttered. "I hate this!" "I could, erm, put a video on if you like."

"Yeah, sure," I smiled. "That'd be cool."

"Hot, more like!" she laughed, running a hand through her hair. "I wasn't thinking of watching your typical Blockbuster rental, sweetie."

"Oh, err..." I blushed. "I'm easy, so..."

"I hope so!"

"Ha ha," I said sarcastically, and kicked my trainers off. "May as well make myself comfortable."

"Great idea," she said, getting on her knees as she put a video into the machine. I made a low "Mmm" sound, and she looked over her shoulder at me, grinning. "Hold your horses, stud!"

"Sure, ma'am," I said, making a quick salute.

"There," she said to herself, getting up and settling back down into the armchair.

I turned to the TV, and saw it was a pretty explicit porn movie. Two girls were sharing a guy, and each other. Turning to Jo, I saw she was paying pretty close attention to the screen, with one hand holding her drink, and the other casually stroking her breasts.

"Watch this much, huh?" I asked, and she blushed.

"Well, you know..."

"Sure do!"

"Bet you've a pile of these movies in your place."

"Well..." It was my turn to blush. "Maybe."

"Hmm," she smiled. "How does this rate?"

"Well, my trousers are getting a little uncomfortable, so that can only be a good sign!"

"Take them off, then."

"You know, I was hoping you'd never ask."

I stood up, and unbuckled my belt, and took my trousers off. I put them on the floor, folded, and, after taking off my socks, sat back down. I was facing Jo, with my legs a little apart. I glanced back at the screen, and saw that the guy was letting the girls take turns to suck his cock.

"Leaving those on?" she asked, nodding towards my boxer shorts. 

"This from a fully-clothed woman!"

"Right." With that, she put her drink down and pulled off her T-shirt, followed by her skirt. She then sat in the same position as me; feet on the floor, legs slightly apart, with torso twisted a little so she could see the TV. "I can't believe we are doing this."

I took my own shirt off, and sipped my drink, looking at her body. Her nipples were erect, and her thong was slightly askew, so that I could see just a little pubic hair. She seemed to keep her pussy pretty trimmed. 

"Anything you like?" she asked, seeing where I was looking. 

"Plenty, thanks!" 

"So," she said as she stood up, removing her underwear. "How about now?"

She sat back down, and spread her legs a little wider than before. Her lips were open slightly, and I could see from where I was sitting that she was pretty wet.

Without answering, I took my boxers off, and sat back down. I took my cock, which was pretty hard by now, in my right hand, and slowly started to stroke it.

"Oh, you tease..." she gasped, bringing her left hand down to her pussy. "You still watching this movie?"

How could I, when she was rubbing two fingers against the opening of her sex, while she gently squeezed her nipples with the other hand?

"What do you think?"

"I think," she said, slipping the tip of one finger inside her. "That I need something bigger than my finger."

To Be Continued...



An Old Friend



I travel frequently, staying in hotel after hotel. I was going to be in the area of one of my closest friends, so I called him up to see if I could stay with him for three or four nights. He was more than happy to have the company. Joe and I have known each other for more than fifteen years, we are both 38, average height and weight, beginning to get a little pudgy. We both have brown hair, and brown eyes. I am slightly taller than he is and he is slightly heavier than I am. And though we have shared hotel rooms at conferences, we work for the same company though in different capacities, I have seen him in various states of undress, and even though I have had several bi experiences, there has never been anything the least bit sexual between us.

After I arrived, we went out to eat and had a few drinks, we then returned to his house and decided to shoot a few games of pool. I went to the guest room and changed into my boxers and a t-shirt, the usual attire for hotel rooms when you have a roommate, and went to met up with Joe in the basement. He was not down there yet, so I racked up the balls and begin to take a few practice shots. When he came down, he too had changed into a t-shirt, however his choice of underwear was tighty-whities. Of course, this caused a great deal of teasing, which he took well. 

After several games, and several more beers, the basement was beginning to get a little warm. We both we sweating slightly and not playing pool well at all. He said that the vents that supplied the AC to the basement had been damaged during some remodeling, so he went to get a fan from his garage. While he was gone, I removed my shirt and was racking the balls up in just my boxers when he came back down.

He was sweating much heavier; apparently it was very hot in the garage. His tighty-whities were clinging to his butt cheeks, and his cock was clearly outlined, as was his dark patch of pubic hair.

"I see you've gotten more comfortable," he said, bending over to plug in the fan.

Of course, his bending over made his underwear cling even tighter, as well as slide towards his crack. "Well, if I was in a hotel room, I'd be butt naked by now!" I replied, taking a wobbly shot at the three ball.

He stood up and adjusted the fan to that it faced the pool table, his back towards me, "I told you, you can make yourself comfortable, my house is your house."

I wasn't sure if that was a hint or if it was a joke. So I quickly replied, "Ah, I hate being naked by myself."

He was walking back towards the table, picking up his pool stick, smiling he said, "Well, we might look pretty funny playing pool naked, what would people say!"

I smiled back and asked, "What people? There's nobody around here and I don't think either of us would tell."

He handed me another beer from the fridge and leaned over to take his shot. As he stood back up, I could tell that the heat, the alcohol and the hinting at getting naked was having a slight affect on him, his cock was swollen a bit, stretching the clinging underwear. That was when I realized that my own cock was beginning to swell slightly too. My silk boxers would hide me for the time being, but I needed to change my thoughts to something else, or I would soon be tenting.

Now, I don't have a huge cock, it is just over seven and one-half inches long and about two and one-half inches wide. I keep my crotch and ass completely smooth and I have a great tan, with no tan lines.

Joe appeared to have a slightly smaller cock, of course it was hard to tell without him being fully erect, and he had a medium patch of dark hair just above his cock. He has no tan whatsoever, so his white briefs blending in with his white skin. I also notice he had very body hair, his legs were almost hairless except for strands on his thighs.

After a few more shots, I decided to broche the subject again. "I see you decided not to get naked," I said, leaning over to take a shot at the seven ball.

"Well, you didn't get naked, now did ya?" He quipped back.

"Oh, I didn't realize I had to go first," I said, then I laid my pool stick on the table and slid my boxers over my hips, then let them fall to the floor, where I gently stepped out of them, then tossed them on the couch.

There was no hiding my excitement now, my cock was three quarters hard and growing. I smiled and said, "Your turn, and I don't mean to shoot."

I then turned back and took my next shot, my hardening cock bouncing against the pool table. I watched out of the corner of my eye and saw him staring at my butt, but he didn't make a move to finish undressing.

I missed my shot and stepped away, "Your turn, for both now!" I said, as he just stood there watching me. He blinked several times, then slid his underwear off and tossed them next to mine. His cock was fully erect, and appeared to be about the same size, maybe just a little shorter and a bit thicker than mine. He then walked over and took his next shot.

He had to lean way over the table, and I got a great view of his bubble butt. It appeared to also be hairless, or at the least had very soft, pale hairs. As he stretched, lifting one leg, I could see his tight pink butt hole. Of course, he missed and then I finished up the game sinking the eight and nine balls.

We sat on the couch and drank another beer, both of use casually checking out the other. After about fifteen minutes of being naked together, I decided to make a move.

"Let's play another game of nine-ball, only with a twist this time," I suggested.

He grinned and replied, "What did you have in mind?"

I cleared my throat and explained, "Well, the loser has to suck off the winner."

If it were possible for him to have gotten any whiter in the face, he would have! He took a big drink of beer then asked, "Are you serious?"

"Sure," I started, "Look, we are both horny as hell, we're naked, we've both had blow jobs before, and I'm sure we've both messed with guys before, or at least I know I have."

"Really? When? What did you do?" he asked, with a continued look of shock on his face.

"In high school and college, and even a few times since then, you know just experimenting with friends, roommates, shit like that." I was now concerned I'd gone too far. "Didn't you?" I asked.

He took another swig of his beer then said, "Yea, a couple of times in college, but that was a very long time ago and we really only took turns jerking each other off."

"I see, so think of this as a chance to try something new," I said, walking over to the table and racking up the nine balls.

"You really want to play for a blow job? All the way to cumming in the mouth and everything?" He asked, moving from the couch to the pool table.

I smiled; I had him now, "Sure. I mean, I guess if the loser doesn't want to swallow, he can take the load on the face. That okay?"

"Sure, I mean, I guess," he seemed embarrassed, but his cock wasn't. It actually seemed harder now than before, and mine was at full staff too, and beginning to leak a little precum. When I noticed this, I squeezed my cock, forcing more of the clear liquid to the tip and then with my finger, I wiped it off and licked my finger clean.

He just stared at me for a second then asked, "Do you like that?"

I looked puzzled, "What? Licking my precum?"

He just nodded.

"Sure I do, don't you ever try yours?"

He shook his head no, so I squeezed my cock again, putting another big drop onto my finger, and then I walked over to him and held it up to his lips.

"What? You want me to lick that off your finger?" he asked.

I nodded, "come on, it won't hurt you I promise." I then put my finger on his lips. He opened his mouth and licked the precum off of my finger.

"See, not bad at all," I said, and then prepared to break.

"No, actually it's pretty good," he then squeezed his own cock producing even more than I had, then he wiped it up with two fingers and licked his fingers clean. "Yep, pretty good stuff."

We then started the game. Since we were both more than half drunk and extremely horny, we neither one played well. Finally, we were down to the last two balls when Joe, sunk the eight and had a pretty fair shot at the nine. I was prepared to get on my knees and suck him off, when he scratched!

I smiled, got the cue ball and placed it in perfect position to sink the nine, then I looked at him and said, "Well, I guess this means you get to decide whether or not you'll swallow or take it in the face."

He looked terrified, and only replied, "Yea, looks like it."

Just as I started to shoot, I stopped and said, "Tell you what; I'll make you a deal."

"Double or nothing?" he said, smiling, his hand lightly stroking his cock.

"No, afraid not, but, how about we call it even and we give each other a blow job, you know, get in the good ole sixty nine position and just do each other." I said, laying my stick on the table and stroking my cock with the other hand.

"You serious?" He asked, "Cause, you are obviously going to win the game."

I nodded, "Yea, I'm serious, besides, we can always play again tomorrow, after work, then I could kick your ass and not be half wasted."

He smiled back, "So, tomorrow if you win I get to just suck you, that your master plan?"

I stepped towards him, and placed my hand on his cock, he jumped, but didn't try to move me away. I grasped his cock tightly and started to slide my hand back and forth, and then I looked him in the eye and said, "No, tomorrow we will play for who gets to fuck who in the ass."

His eyes went wide and I could feel his cock swell even more! I then said, "Now, do we have a deal or do I make this game winning shot and watch you suck me off?"

He swallowed hard and said, "Let's go upstairs to my room."

I released his cock and we bounded up the stairs and down the hall to his room. Once there, he turned and said, "Okay, how should we do this?"

I climbed onto the bed, laying on my back, my cock sticking straight up with its gentle banana curve. Once settled, I said, "Okay, now you climb up here and straddle my chest, this way, if you decide you don't want my cum in your mouth, you can pull off easily."

He climbed on the bed, and took the position I had suggested. He was on all fours now and his cock was just inches above my mouth. My cock, just inches below his mouth. I reached up and gently placed my hands around his waist and began to pull him towards me. Once he realized what I was doing, he began to slide his knees beside my head and he lowered his open mouth towards my cock.

I reached up and took hold of his cock, gently pulling it towards my open mouth. His cock was slightly thicker than my own and a drop of is precum was dangling from the tip.

He had taken hold of my cock and was almost to the tip. I could feel his warm breath heating up the head, then I felt his lips close around me, only about two inches was in his mouth, but it felt awesome.

His cock was now entering my mouth, I moved my hand from it and used both hands to pull his ass downwards. His cock was now four inches deep in my mouth as I closed my lips around it. I began to suck, pulling even more of him into me. I then released the suction and pushed upwards on him.

He was mocking my every move. He was now sucking hard, pulling a couple of more inches of my cock into his mouth. He soon learned to bob his head up and down while keeping a tight suction, as I was doing the same thing. His mouth was extremely hot, and for his first blow job, his teeth were nowhere near my throbbing cock. He was licking the shaft as he sucked, I could feel his tongue on every ripple and ridge of my cock.

My hands were rubbing and stroking his ass. His hands were now underneath my ass, squeezing my cheeks. I brought one of my hands to my mouth and let enough spit out to coat it thoroughly, then I slid it up from the base of his large nut sack, across this tight hole and slowly worked it around until the tip of my middle finger slid past his tight spincter muscle. 

He gasped as my finger entered him, but he didn't stop sucking. He was moving faster and his breathing was becoming shorter and harder. 

I kept working my finger in his ass until I was as deep as the second knuckle, that's when I felt his cock swelling and knew that he was about to cum. I pushed my finger in as far as I could and his cock erupted. I quickly withdrew my finger from his ass and grabbed his butt to keep him from pulling out. He unload shot after shot into my hot mouth and down my throat. The first three shots I never tasted, they were so powerful, they blew past my tongue and directly down my throat. The next three were lighter and I was able to savor the taste of his semen. It was salty, as all semen, but very lightly and was very thick. I kept sucking his cock until there was no cum left in him, swirling the cum in my mouth around and around his cock head.

I then felt my own nuts tighten. I swallowed the rest of his load and pushed him up enough so that I could at least let him know it was cumming. I then began to spew my load. To my surprise, he didn't pull off. He began swallowing as fast as he could, but I hadn't cum in almost two weeks, so I had a huge load stored up. I could feel my warm cum spilling from his mouth and sliding down onto my balls and past my ass cheeks. Soon, he had sucked all I had out.

He raised up off of my cock, and I released his. I then rolled over onto my stomach and told him to lick the cum off of my ass and balls that he had missed. He didn't hesitate at all, his tongue was between my ass cheeks licking and slurping up the cum that had escaped his incredible mouth. He then cleaned my balls, licking them until they were soaked with his slobber.

We both sat up and looked at one another, our cocks fully deflated. I leaned towards him and kissed him on the lips. He opened his mouth and received my tongue. I could still taste my semen as I swirled my tongue in his mouth. After several minutes, we broke the kiss. I looked at the clock and it was after midnight.

"Damn, it's late!" I exclaimed.

"I know, and I have to get up at like four," he added.

"Let's get to sleep," I said, moving enough to pull the covers back and slide under them, making it clear that we would be sleeping together.

Once we were settled in, both lying on our backs, I felt his hand on my thigh, then on my cock, lightly stroking me. I took that as an invitation and began stroking him too.

"So, what is in store for tomorrow?" He asked.

I smiled in the darkness and said, "Well, for one, I want my cock in your mouth again and I'm pretty sure it will wind up in your ass too."

As I said that, he squeezed my cock and then drifted off to sleep.



An Old Friend



One day I was walking down the road to store from the high school, and I run into you. Since I had not seen you in a while I ask how you were. You tell me your fine and ask me what's up. I tell you I am there for a friend's graduation. I then ask how you and josh were. You say everything is fine, I nod in approval. Then you say well we are taking a "break" because I need to think about where I am going in life. You look at me and then you confess ok he is not putting out sexually enough.

I say I could help that under my breath. You hear and give me a look like wanna try. I stare at you as if to say I bet I could. You tell me to follow you. You take me to Liz's house. We knock on the door and Liz answers. We tell her what's up and tell her to keep it a secret. She says ok. We walk to her room and she shuts us in there.

You sit on the bed and stare at me, I stare back. You ask me to move closer. I walk into your reach, you stretch out your hand and slide it underneath my shirt and up my chest taking my shirt off, and I do the same.

A stare down.

I grab your waist and pull you close, and I kiss you. As I kiss you I reach around you and undo your bra.

After it is off I move the kissing to your ear and then to your neck. I continue to move down with my kisses. When I reach your chest I stop to give a little attention to each nipple, making them both hard.

When I get to your stomach you push me on the bed.

You place a hand on my belt and undo it. When you slide off my pants you also got a hold of my boxer-briefs too. I'm laying there nude.

You straddle my stomach and lay on top of me and you start to kiss me savagely, intensely.

You do the same to me as I did to you.

You kiss my neck and start to move down my chest and then my stomach, and past my waist.

You lick me like an ice cream cone, and then place all of me in your mouth. I feel your tongue fluttering around my shaft. A soft moan slips out of me.

I stop you and you sit up. I roll you off me and I undo your belt and slide off your pants. Leaving your thong on you. I kiss you and then your belly. I then continue to kiss your waist. I slowly kiss down your outer thigh, and then slowly back up the inside of your thigh. I lick right over your already wet pussy.

I grab your thong and make your lips protrude from both sides of it. I lick them and then slide off your thong. I grab your legs and proceed to make out with your pussy. You start to squirm when I lick over your clit. But the way I have you won't let you move away from me. After a while you stop me.

You straddle my stomach and look at me as if asking permission to put me inside of you. I give you a look telling you, you are more than welcome to. You point my dick straight up and you lift yourself off me just enough to get to the tip of me. You very painstakingly slowly lower yourself on to me. Teasing me for all I had previously done to you. You rise up and once again lower yourself so very slowly. You then pick up the pace, and start to work your hips in a circular motion. That drives me so crazy that I roll you over to where I am on top. I withdraw myself from you and place my dick right at the opening of you.

I barely push in, wait a second then thrust my hips toward you, getting deep penetration. I withdraw once again and thrust as hard as I could getting deeper than before. I withdraw once again except this time I slowly penetrate giving you intense pleasure, to the point you grab my waist and pull me in as tight as you could. The pace quickens and our breathing becomes short and quick. I continue to increase the pace and with how much force it is done. Until I am going as fast and hard as I can.

You feel a hot, wet sensation coming from within. You start to shake as a devastating orgasm washes over you. I feel it too when you tighten around me as I was in you.

When the waves had passed I kiss your neck as I withdrew from you, slowly and surely.



An Old Friend



Authors note: All characters are 18 years of age or over. This story is completely fictional, any similarities to actual people are merely coincidental.

Thank you to my fantastic editor Nala Cayenne for making this story so wonderful.




Prologue

I've been with Mike for almost 5 years, and needless to say things have gotten a bit stale. Up to about 3 months ago everything was fantastic. Sex had always been amazing, but we had become an old married couple; it was terrifying. My parents have been together 24 years and their marriage is still fantastic. I always thought that is what all good relationships would be like. Not mine, I guess.

Chapter 1

After spending all evening sitting in front of the TV watching nothing in particular, I got up and shuffled my way to bed. Turning off everything as I passed it, I finally fell silently into bed beside Mike, who, though not a very heavy sleeper, had been asleep for a good hour or so. Obviously, I wasn't silent enough.

"Mmm? Who... what's that?"

"Go back to sleep, sweetie. It's just me." I whispered, hoping he wouldn't wake up completely.

"Nahh, I have something better we can do." He tried to raise his eyebrow seductively, but had sleepy eyes so it didn't come off the way he intended.

"You've got to be up early in the morning. You know how cranky you get if you don't get enough sleep."

"Kay." He fell back to sleep almost instantly. He can't have been that up for it, I thought, at the same moment my phone vibrated on the bedside cabinet; thankfully it didn't wake Mike.

The text read Hey you! You up? X. It was from Jake. He had been my friend since before I knew Mike though now the two were pretty good friends also. Unlike Mike's thin but muscular physique, Jake had been going to the gym for about 6 years, and now looked fantastic. I'd always had a crush on him, and he claimed to have the same feelings towards me, so harmless flirting through late night texts had become pretty frequent. 

I replied Call me, then got out of bed and walked back into the living room. I sat in my chair just as the phone began to ring.

"Hey," I said, my voice sounding sleepier than I thought it would.

"Hey. Is something wrong?" Jake asked.

"No, nothing is wrong. I felt like talking to you, is there something wrong with that?" Great, I thought, 5 seconds into the phone call and I'm already using my "flirty voice."

He chuckled. "No, of course not. What're ya doin'?"

"I was just about to go to bed, but I'm not really all that tired. You?"

"You don't want to know." I could hear his trademark smirk even on the phone. 

"Oh god, you've got a girl there? Ew! Why didn't you tell me straight away? Or text that to me?" 

He laughed. 

"I'm kidding! I'm in bed watching some awful film about god knows what and I was thinking about you."

"Great, crap films make you think of me. I'm flattered!" I giggled.

"Oh, quit it. You know what I think of you."

"I guess."

"Come on, Al. Admit it. You're unhappy with Mike; I could make you so much happier." 

Everyone felt the need to shorten my name, apparently Alice was far too much to say.

"Mike is in the other room, Jake."

"I know. I'm sorry. I just..." he paused for a moment, "I can see you're not as happy as you used to be."

"It's fine, honestly. It will work out. Look, Jake, I'm going to have to go to bed." I wasn't any more tired than when the phone conversation started, but I didn't want to go into this with him. "You should too, it's late."

He sighed. "Ok. I'm here you know. No matter how much I flirt with you, I'm still your friend. You can talk to me." 

I smiled. 

"I know, Jake. Night."

"Night Al." The receiver clicked for the end of the conversation, just as tears began to fall down my face.

The next morning Mike was up before I was, as usual, making breakfast and rushing around the house. Still feeling awful, I got up and went to the bathroom; I had the day off so I decided to take a long shower. I pulled off my robe and it fell at my feet, then climbed into the cubicle and closed the door, letting the water fall over my face as I stood motionless for about 5 minutes. Even after I was entirely clean, I stayed under the rush of water for no reason at all. 

Mike knocked on the door. 

"Are you ok, hon? You've been in there for quite a while." 

It was quiet for so long that I jumped at the sound.

"Huh? Yeah. I'm fine, just relaxing." I said un convincingly.

"I've got to go to work. Call me if you need me, ok?"

"Ok." I heard the front door close and got out of the shower, completely drenching the floor, as I stared at myself in the full length mirror. My long, brown hair stuck relentlessly to my shoulders and breasts and my nipples began to harden in the cold, but I didn't care. My hazel eyes even seemed lifeless, and the curve of my full lips refused to point upwards, instead choosing to join the frown that the rest of my face made.

I grabbed a towel and wrapped it around my torso, then did the same with a smaller one for my hair and left the bathroom. In the kitchen I opened the refrigerator and though it was full, nothing appealed to me. Numb, I wound up spending the rest of the morning sitting in my towel.

I was pretty sure I wasn't in love with Mike any more. I knew how much he loved me and how it would hurt him if I left but I really didn't know what to feel. I just wanted to avoid everyone and do nothing for a month; I couldn't even bring myself to grade the papers that I had brought home with me. 

For the second time today, I was jolted from my thoughts by a knock on the door.

"One minute!" I called. Who was calling at 11am on a weekday?

"It's me." 

The familiar voice made me freeze.

"Jake?" I asked, already knowing it was him.

Not sounding at all panicked he said, "Let me in. There's a rabid dog on the loose!"

I ran to my bedroom and, fumbling around trying to find something quick to wear, I threw on a night dress. His persistency meant I had little time to even do that, so I ran to the door without underwear on.

"Way to warn me you were coming, Jake," I said, pulling my hair out of the towel. "So where is this rabid dog?"

"There is none. I just thought it might make you open the door faster; apparently not. I could have been mauled to death." He tried to keep a serious face, but laughed when I giggled.

"I'm sure you would have been making more of a commotion had there actually been a rabid dog. Coffee?" I'd made my way into the kitchen and was already putting a pot on, after realizing I hadn't had anything to drink all morning.

"Sure. So what was I interrupting?" he winked.

"Oh shut up. I was just sitting in my towel; the last thing I was going to do was run to the door completely naked."

"But you said you were wearing a towel."

"I was technically naked, it being only a towel and all." Little did he know that I wasn't wearing much more.

"Kay." He walked to the living room and threw himself onto the sofa, turning on the TV as he did. "Mike at work?"

I brought over the coffee and sat on the chair opposite Jake. "Yep, always is. So why exactly are you here?"

Ignoring my question he said, "Cool. Daytime TV sucks. So, you going to tell me what was up last night?" 

"You came to my house just to ask what was up with me?" 

"Yup. So tell me." I did.

I told him how I felt like Mike and I weren't happy any more; content, yes, but not happy. He listened as I cried, and sat next to me to hug me while I told him how I felt.

"Bummer." 

I hit him with a pillow. 

"Bummer? I'm devastated and that's all you can say?!"

"I'm kidding! I'm just trying to lighten the mood. Look, I don't know what to say, sweetie. It's your decision. I can't make it for you. If you're unhappy, you need to speak to Mike." 

He was right, but I was never good at bad conversations. I contemplated what I would say while Jake held me in his huge arms and rocked me. It was so comfortable. 

I finally pulled myself out of his arms and wiped my face. He smiled at me and kissed my forehead. 

"It will be ok. Everything will work out fine, you know." 

I didn't know at all, but as I looked at him, all the flirty texts came back to me. Right then I wanted to kiss him, and so I did.

At first, he didn't respond and I felt silly, but then he kissed me back. Slowly, unsure even, our lips moved in unison, pressing hard against each other. Soon our tongues were fighting one another, and before I knew it, he'd lifted me off of the sofa and was carrying me to my bedroom. Our kisses grew more passionate by the second and I could feel his erection pressing against me; I moaned against his lips as he put me on the bed and looked at me with incredible lust. Our heavy breathing was the only sound filling the air until he spoke.

"Alice, I... should we..." 

Before he could continue, I knelt up and grabbed his collar, pulling him with all my strength into another mind blowing kiss. I felt dizzy as my hands pulled at his hair and moved down his back, tugging at his shirt. He pulled it off, threw it to the floor, and my hands ravished his beautifully sculpted chest. I whimpered; finally feeling his skin on mine was amazing.

His hand found my left nipple, running over it and pinching it lightly; every motion teased me, making me need more of him, all of him. 

"Oh, Jake!" was all I could say as he threw me back onto the bed, breathing over me with hungry eyes. He slid up my night dress, and moaned when he saw I wasn't wearing underwear, kissing me again, with each movement more and more frantic.

"God, I want you so much!" he groaned. The heat between my legs was too much to bear and I think he knew it because his mouth lowered and latched onto a nipple, sucking and licking. When his hand found my dripping mound, I arched towards it; I needed more. His finger parted my cunt lips and slid inside, making me gasp with pleasure.

I couldn't think, let alone speak, "Oh!" was the only sound that would escape my lips. His fingers and mouth moved expertly and I came. My body rippled, and for a moment I blacked out. He moaned, and I grabbed the band of his pants, ordering him to take them off.

"Oh God, fuck me, Jake! Please!" 

He let out a huge sigh of lust and pulled out his massive erection. I stared at it in awe, licking my lips, as he ran his hand over his cock. He rubbed it against my mound, over my clit, then down to my slit; back and forth, teasing me, knowing how much I needed him inside me. I moaned in blissful agony, urging him to enter me.

He did. His cock was massive and he slid in slowly, feeling every part of me as I did him. His cock felt amazing, and we moaned together as the sweet torture of 7 years of flirting finally paid off. It was incredible. He moved in and out of me slowly, then faster and harder. I moaned with each thrust, louder every time.

"You feel so good." Jake's low voice rumbled through the room, turning me on more. I could feel my second climax coming, a hundred times more powerful than the first.

I came, hard my back arched and my body shuddered. My nails dug deep into Jake's back, no doubt drawing blood, but by the sound of his moan, he loved it. He thrust harder and deeper until he came, each wave hot and amazing, into my pussy; I was drenched with him. As the last wave of his orgasm shook, he pulled me up and kissed me slowly, before falling next to me on the bed.

We must have laid there for an hour, just talking as he ran his fingers up and down my stomach and kissed me on the forehead every so often.

"We should move" he said. I stretched and kissed him once.

He smiled, then climbed off of the bed. I watched him walk to his clothes, licking my lips; he just laughed.

I barely had time to sit up before the front door opened. Mike was home.



An Old Friend



My girlfriend goes out to a nightclub. I get a surprise when I go to pick her up from an old friend

*

My girlfriend's name is Louisa. She stands at five foot, six inches with a petite, size 6/8 frame and 32B breasts. She has long, dark brunette hair which she wears straight a lot of the time. She also has sparkling hazel eyes which she makes look even more seductive by using dark eye shadow. Her best features for me though are her long sexy legs. I like to encourage her to show them off more by wearing short skirts and dresses along with high heels. The tight fitting clothes she sometimes chooses also compliment her ass beautifully. To me, she truly is one of a kind and I consider myself lucky to have gotten her from school considering the amount of guys that wanted her.

Louisa is more of a career minded girl. She never paid attention to trying to be popular or getting with boys in school. She didn't lose her virginity till she was sixteen and that was to me. Louisa adores me and I can tell by the way she treats me in our home life. We have sex on a regular basis and she tells me how much better I've gotten since we first started fucking. She has a high sex drive and even calls me boring if I come home from work late in the morning and I don't want sex. I was able to change her over time from the more innocent angel she once was to the wild horny devil she has turned to now.

Louisa and I have been together for over five years. We are both twenty-two now and engaged to be married. We've had our problems and issues in our relationship but we've always found a way to pull together and sort our problems out. One of our issues now and again, is her behaviour at clubs and parties when she is drinking. When she is drunk, she isn't shy about kissing guys and letting them touch her body wherever they like. I have no doubt that there are some guys, including my own friends; who have explored her body a little more than they should have.

We had broken up a couple of times during the first year of our relationship over this but we realised how much we really love each other and we got back together. This story isn't the first time she's ever done something with another guy but it is the time I've chosen for my first story. We were both 19 at the time. I was in full-time work and she was in her first year of university.

Because of my line of work in the entertainment industry, it is a rare occasion for me to get weekends off to be able to go out partying with her as much as she likes. This doesn't stop her from going out though as she has plenty of girlfriends to enjoy her nights out with. There are also a few guys who are always willing to be involved with her and I have had my doubts about her going out with them. Whenever I question her about them though, she always replies that they are just being friendly. I guess Louisa still has an element of naivety about her.

While Louisa has been at work during the day, I've been sleeping for my night shift. I stir as I wake to some irregular movement under the bed covers. As my eyes shift into focus, I lift the covers to find my girlfriend seductively sliding her lips up and down the shaft of my cock. She looks up at me then closes her eyes and continues working my cock in her own slow, erotic way that she loves to do. When I eventually blow my load into her mouth, she eagerly swallows every drop before climbing up me and kissing me on the lips smiling.

When I get up, Louisa tells me she is going out with her friend Ronnel tonight. This makes me nervous straight away. As much as I like Louisa having a best friend that she can rely on for anything, she is a bad influence. Ronnel is a gorgeous Indian looking girl. She is tall with sexy long legs standing a couple of inches taller than Louisa. She has a slim but curvy figure, along with long dark hair. 

She is the sort of girl who more enjoys being single and likes seeing who she can pull in the bars and clubs. She has never stayed faithful to any of her boyfriends. Ronnel isn't shy towards girls either and Louisa has even told me how they experimented in college. I know when it is just the two of them and Ronnel does pull, Louisa can feel a little left out and Ronnel will have no problem influencing her to have some fun of her own.

Watching my girlfriend get dressed before I went to work was arousing enough. After getting out of the shower, she dresses into her underwear for the night. She slips into a sexy, shimmering satin and lace thong, and matching bra. Then sat at her dresser in her high heels and underwear, she prepares her makeup and styles her hair. She adds loose curls to her dark brunette hair that falls to her mid-back. I'm hard just seeing her sat there getting ready for the night.

She had earlier decided to wear a short tight purple dress and she bends over in front of the wall length mirror, stepping into the dress and pulling it up her body. The dress hugs her body perfectly and stops just at the bottom of her ass, making her legs look even longer. The bottom of the dress has a lace trim too of about four inches; so I'm sure in the club lights the bottom of her ass would be visible to the keen looking eye. The top of the dress also has a lace trim around it; giving a peak at the embroidered flower pattern shining on her bra. Louisa looks stunning, and she will be turning a lot of heads tonight as she walked past in her silver 6 inch heeled strapped shoes.

Louisa finishes off the look with a pair of dangling diamond earrings and a matching necklace. She stands in front of me and asks what I think. I am so hard looking at her that I want to fuck her there and then. With her long, curled, dark brunette hair falling over her eye on one side of her face; some seductive red lipstick on; and her figure in that dress; she looks perfect.

I give my girlfriend a long passionate kiss goodbye, making sure to feel that luscious ass of hers before she left for Ronnel's house for early drinks. She hikes a leg up to my waist, wrapping it around my back and presses her hips against me. She holds me by the head and gives a penetrating look into my eyes.

"I want a long, hard dick in me tonight," she says before planting kisses up my neck.

I am already hard but when I hear her say that, my dick starts to ache.

Then proceeding to lick then bite my earlobe, she whispers closely into my ear, "and it might not be yours."

She hitches up her dress showing me the diamond band around her waist. It's a long necklace type piece of jewellery she wears around her waist. It's covered in diamonds and has a dangly piece at the back that falls down the centre of her ass and another dangly piece at the front which touches the top of her thong. It's another compliment to her already sexy body and goes well with her belly button piercing she has. She wears it when she knows she's going to have sex and was proving her point that she was going to get fucked one way or another tonight.

Louisa loves to tease and knows how to stir jealousy in me. I know that she is being playful but I also know jokes are half meant. I wait for a time when she decides to make it a reality again after her efforts to remain faithful. How she is looking and feeling in her outfit, I can't help but feel tonight will be that night. She walks away clasping her handbag giving me a tormenting smile. Before leaving, she blows me a kiss and tells me she loves me.

The night goes normal for us as it usually does when I'm working and she is out. Louisa texts me now and again, and I give my typical replies. At about 1am though, she sends me an out of the ordinary text. She tells me she has met James and some of his friends in the nightclub. They've all been hanging out together and having fun.

James is a Middle Eastern looking guy. He is good looking with a toned body. All three of us used to work together before we went our separate ways in other lines of work. James and Louisa had a love hate relationship at work but you could tell they were attracted to each other in a way. I could tell how they really felt and it made me jealous when I saw them in their friendly moods; flirting and making suggestive comments.

Louisa even called his name out once during sex and there had been certain experiences whilst at work which had gotten me annoyed at the two of them. For example, I had glanced over at them when she walked past him holding a tray of food. James gave her a light slap on the ass and Louisa just looked over her shoulder smiling.

James got more confident with her over time and would ask her what underwear she was wearing. She would happily undo her trousers to show him, even turning round to show what her ass looked like in them if he asked too.

I displayed my disapproval with her behaviour many times and we would have serious discussions at home. She would only reply that she is having fun and not doing anything that bad. I would often think what they were up to at work on the occasional shifts I wasn't there. They sent each other dirty texts; spoke on webcam in her nightie on a few occasions; and still continued to text even after he had stopped working there. She also admitted to getting naked and playing with herself on webcam for him. Even though they did eventually stop talking to each other, I was yet to realise how quickly old flames reignite and how easily she would be seduced by him again.

Straight away when I read that they are together, my imagination goes into overload with thoughts of her in that sexy slutty dress and high heels grinding up against him. A knot turns in my stomach and my thumbs are shaking a little as I write a reply text. I ask her what kind of fun she is talking about, even adding a ': P' at the end. It probably wasn't the best idea, as I'm not too keen on finding out the answer.

The reply from her is what I am expecting. I read they've all been dirty dancing and she and James have kissed a few times but nothing heavy. I know where there is kissing, there is touching and can only imagine where James has been having his first feels of my girlfriend's body. I read it several times and my thoughts of their activities get worse with every read. Shortly after, another text comes through saying that I shouldn't be worried. She goes on to say it's only harmless fun and she will be waiting in bed ready for me to fuck her senseless. I giggle a little at the remark but that feeling of jealousy and worry still sticks in my mind.

She's an attractive girl and has no problem pulling at clubs. I also know how she melts into guys when she is dancing with them. She is a passionate girl with a very sensitive body. She loves it when her ass is touched and has a sexy look in her eyes when she is turned on.

It is now 3:30am and I am very eager at this point to get home to my stunning girlfriend and take advantage of how horny she is likely to be after her night out. Louisa is always horny and wild when she is drunk and keen for sex; something I have no problem with providing her with after a boring night at work.

I get a phone call from her in the office asking me to come and pick her up when the club closes at 4am instead of having to pay for a taxi. I explain to her that I won't be able to leave early even if it is half an hour as I'm due to finish at 4:00am.

Fifteen minutes later, I get another brief phone call from her:

"Hey darling, I was just calling to let you that James lives pretty close by and him and the guys are having drinks at his afterwards so Ronnel and I are going there."

I can hear the wind rushing and laughing in the background.

"Who are you with now?"

"Just one of James' mates who has followed me outside this time. "

I'm feeling uneasy. I can hear the unmistakable sound of a soft moan then the break of a kiss.

"Babe, what's going on?" I ask with my heart beating faster.

"Sorry baby. James' friend has me up the wall. He's been at it all night trying to get with me but I've been pushing him off," she says laughing as if this is a game to her.

"And what about James? You've been pushing him off too I hope."

"Well...he's been luckier but nothing is going to go past what happened in the club. I promise."

"What do you mean by luckier?" I ask afraid of the answer.

"I'll tell you later in bed."

"I'd rather know now so I'm not waiting."

She hesitates but replies, "Ok, well...erm...I let him finger me on the dance floor and...baby... it felt really good."

"How good?"

"Like... orgasm good."

I've given her orgasms from rubbing her clit in the past, but one thing I've never been able to achieve with her is giving her an orgasm from sex or fingering her. It's not that I can't find her g-spot and she always says she feels close but can't seem to let go with me.

Clarifying what I had just heard, I ask her, "He gave you an orgasm by fingering you?"

"Yeah and baby it felt amazing. Not just him fingering me but everything about him tonight and the way he has been touching my body has made me feel incredible. Come and get me quick, please. I love you and I want you so badly."

Not sure how to reply to that statement, I simply say, "Ok sexy, I'll be there soon."

"See you in a bit, love you."

"Love you too."

There is another sound of kissing before she hangs up and for the next hour, my feelings of being eager and excited turn to anxiety and doubt. To say I felt de-masculinized was an understatement. I sat there thinking to myself how I could possibly go home and fuck her now? How could I fuck her struggling to make her orgasm after another guy just did it first time with his fingers?

When I arrive at James' house, all the lights are on and the front door is open. I approach the front door and can hear some rock music coming from someone's room further within the house. The house is full of smoke and as I look through the first door along the corridor, which is clearly the living room, I can see a near empty vodka bottle; some crushed beer cans and a couple of large empty coke bottles.

A guy holding his phone while smoking a cigarette comes down the stairs ahead of me further down the corridor.

"Are you lost, mate?" is all he says as he stands in front of me, giving me an intimidating stare awaiting an answer.

I explain who I am and I am just there to collect Louisa. The look in his eyes lightens, and while still holding the fag in his mouth and looking back to his phone, he gives a light laugh and tells me that she is with James in his room on the top floor. He then continues to head outside shutting the door behind him.

The house itself was three stories high, so I begin heading up the staircase. On the second floor are a couple of bedrooms and a bathroom. I have to walk past both bedrooms in order to keep going up the stairs. As I peek into the room playing the rock music, I can see Ronnel wearing only her black lacy French knickers and a top which has fallen on one side showing her black lacy bra. The room is filled with dense smoke as they have been smoking, which by the smell, I can only assume is weed.

My dick immediately hardens watching Ronnel sat on the edge of the bed with her legs spread. One guy has his hand down the front of her lace knickers and is kissing her, while she has her hand round the cock of another guy sitting on the bed next to her. As the guy fingering her is moving her knickers, I am able to catch a few looks at Ronnel's beautiful brown pussy. As much as I want to stay and watch this Indian sex goddess fuck these two guys, I know I need to find Louisa and find out what she is up to alone with James.

I continue up and around the stairs until I can see the door to what I think to be James' room. My fears feel like they are coming true, as the sounds emanating from James' room make me realise exactly that what I thought would happen when they met, is happening. Louisa isn't a quiet girl and the door is just hanging on its latch from where it hadn't been closed properly.

Even though my heart is sinking further with every step, I have to see it to believe it, and so pushing the door open ever so slightly; I am able to get a full view of the bed. There she is, my love, straddled on top of another man. Louisa is riding him with her hands on his chest with every inch of his dick inside her as she grinds her hips on his body. James just looks up admiring her and holds onto her ass. I can tell she must have been eager to get his dick in her because her dress is still on, albeit her shoulder straps are down her arms with her dress pulled down so her bra is showing. Her thong is still on too just pulled to the side; and her dress hiked up around her waist. Even James still has his jeans and boxers round his ankles and his shirt open.

The look on her face tells me she must be in pure ecstasy; not lifting off him much keeping his dick buried deep inside her. The sounds coming from her are amazing. I am listening to her moan in ways I've never heard before, moans of intense pleasure. She is throwing her head back every time his dick hits the right spot, which by the way her moans are intensifying must be a lot.

I watch his hands slide up her sides and hold her lovely slim waist. James lifts up her dress till Louisa decides to pull her dress off over her head. James' hands roam her body touching every part of her bare skin. Her grinding continues for a few more minutes; her pace quickening and her moans getting louder. Louisa's nails are now digging into his chest and I know what is coming and the jealousy feeling inside me is building fast. My girl, who I love, is about to have her first orgasm from sex, given to her by another man.

Shortly after my first seeing them, she throws her head back as a massive surge of pleasure floods her body and she lets out loud moans. Her moans turn to screams and her mouth, still red and glossy, opens wide. Her hands brush through her thick curly hair and down her face as her hips thrust forward one more time; her body shuddering on top of him. As the feeling within her subsides, she slows down grinding slowly over him.

I can't believe what I have just seen. I had been trying hard to get her to have an internal orgasm for years. I have been able to get her to have an orgasm from her clit with ease, by either my tongue or my fingers, but never an internal orgasm from sex. Yet here was a guy making her cum with no difficulty, like it wasn't even a challenge. 

With a cheeky smile on her face, Louisa's body collapses over James. Her beautiful brunette hair falls over her face hiding her. Louisa then leans in locking them into a passionate kiss. I look away and sit against the wall, trying to take in all the information I had just been hit with.

James now starts giving moans of his own pleasure so I return to my position in front of the door peeking through. James had now taken off his jeans and boxers and I knelt there witnessing my half naked girlfriend on her knees between this guy's legs. She is sucking his dick in a way I've never seen her do before.

She is usually slow and erotic when giving blow jobs. She likes to wrap her hand around my cock and begin by slowly kissing around it, teasing me by looking up at me with a smile. Louisa then proceeds to lick my cock all over while steadily stroking my shaft. Her pace alternates between a slow and fast rhythm before she finally wraps her lips around the head enveloping my cock with her mouth. She will often switch from sucking and licking my cock but still keeping her hand wrapped firmly around the base or shaft. Most of the time her eyes will be closed; adding to the intimacy of her own pleasure in sucking my dick. Every now and then though, she will look up at me into my eyes, and then seductively close them again. Louisa's technique sucking dick is equal to the eroticism and intimacy we share while having sex. Maintaining our passion for each other during sex, often leads to long intense orgasms for us both.




An Old Friend



But this time, something in Louisa was different and her attitude towards her sexual behaviour had changed. With James, she is bobbing her head up and down his cock furiously while her hand matches the pace of her lips up and down his shaft. Her glossy red lips are sliding all over his cock and his dick is glistening from her saliva. It looks sloppy and slutty, acting like an animal forcing that cock into her mouth. She sucks his cock making sure her tongue never stops touching it and sucking hard I assume.

Louisa grabs hold of the base of James' cock with one hand but she easily has room for her other hand too. She aims his dick up his body before sucking on his balls. Releasing her grip slightly, she takes her tongue and licks all the way up his shaft. She then circles her tongue around his swollen head, looking up at him every time. She does this again two more times and before taking the head of his cock in her mouth; sucking gently while twisting her hand round his cock. After a short while, she starts to take more and more of his large dick in her mouth. Her lips slipping further and further down his shaft.

James holds her head, his fingers grasping her hair forcing her further down. I'm thinking her throat must be stretching from the size of his head and that she must be struggling for breath. However, every time he lets her up for air, she comes up smiling then eagerly takes his cock back in her slutty mouth.

It is when she is sucking him that I see the full extent of James' dick. It is amazing and I can understand why as a girl, Louisa would be keen for it. I wouldn't say I have a small dick, as it's still quite thick and girls I've had sex with have never shied away from it but it is still only 5.5 inches.

One thing that Louisa said drew her to other guys was her disappointment that she had a boyfriend who wasn't at least average in size. A common factor in all her other 'lovers', is that they were all above average. Some she claims are even as long as nine inches and James was no different. It stood hard and tall, I guessed about eight or nine inches, smooth and slightly curved. His shaft was thick too; so much so that Louisa could hardly wrap her small hands completely around it. Her lips gripped it tightly and her mouth looked like it was at the limit of how far she could hold it open to fit his cock in.

James takes hold of her hair and looks like he is pushing her down forcing more of his cock into her mouth. I have known Louisa to be more vigorous sucking my dick after drinking and getting turned on in the clubs but not to the extent of what I was watching now.

James moves his hands to Louisa's shoulders and gives her a nudge off. Still eager to get more of his cock in her mouth, she resists his hint to stop sucking him and James therefore gives her a harder push. Louisa just smiles at him while still holding his cock, wiping her lips. With Louisa on her knees still in between James' legs, Louisa unclips the clasp on her bra and slowly slips the straps off her arms. She then seductively begins to massage her breasts while James takes his shirt off, now lying naked on the bed and caressing her thighs.

As James begins to sit up, his hands gently slide up from her thighs to her waist and Louisa wraps her hands around his neck pulling him closer. They lock together for yet another hot, passionate kiss with both their tongues fighting one another's. James' lips move across her cheek and down towards her neck, kissing and licking it all over on each side and across her throat. Her hands caress over his head and her nails brush through his hair holding him against her. Continuous moans of delight and pleasure emanate from Louisa as her erotic smile never leaves her face; biting her lip too. The sound of her moans change and I know from my experience with her that James is using his teeth on her skin.

James proceeds to grasp a firm hold onto Louisa's body and rolls her over onto her back. She gives a slight squeal from the unexpected movement but then giggles as his lips never leave her soft skin. Only now he is kissing further down her body, starting at her shoulders then kissing down her skin. He pays special attention to her breasts before shuffling down and kissing over her belly.

James' lips continue to kiss her skin in all the places I know she likes and his hands firmly but sensually caress the rest of her body. I watch as he touches Louisa in some ways I never thought they would work like they did on her. The tones coming from her moaning tell me that he is working her in a way I don't know how and I watch eagerly at the places his hands touch to get her to moan in such a way.

The level of jealousy in me is overwhelming seeing how this guy is making my girlfriend feel. She grinds her body around in a way I've never seen. I know she's had sex with guys before but how she was feeling now was something different; a new type of pleasure which she has never got from other men. Seeing how she is with this guy and how she reacts to the things he is doing is different too. Knelt there watching, I can sense the passion and lust between the two of them.

James starts to move back up Louisa's body and brings his lips back to hers. Once again her arms wrap around him as they embrace in another kiss. The way James' hands are roaming over her body, make me know he has complete control of her and her sensations. James' hand slides down the front of her body then over her thighs. His fingertips, followed by his whole hand, slips into the top of her thong and he circles his hand around her clit. A few days later when I confront them both about it, James mocked me for not knowing how to touch a girl's pussy.

Her back arches whenever his fingers slip into her and she moves her hips around in a rhythm that matches the movement of his hand on her clit. Her thong gets pushed down slightly but I can still notice the bulge in her thong from James' hand. Within minutes, my girlfriend has another orgasm and her body convulses underneath him.

Her body shudders for a minute or so while he keeps his hand in her thong and I can't help but keep thinking what he is doing to make her feel so good so quickly. His foreplay isn't over though and he moves back down her body slipping her thong down her legs. Louisa is still in a trance caressing her own body. With his head placed at Louisa's pussy, James begins to work it with his tongue.

Louisa must still feel sensitive from her previous orgasm; because her body twitches and shifts around wildly as the intense feelings from James' tongue overwhelm her. She props herself up onto her elbows looking down towards James with her mouth open and moaning. She clearly loves the feelings he is giving her. James holds her waist, using his strength to keep her pinned to the bed. Louisa struggles and fights to move, her legs flying around. They start being flat on the bed then as the pleasure intensifies; her legs uncontrollably fly into the air. As I kneel there watching, I can only imagine what her body is going through right now.

Louisa tries to push James off as the feelings get too much for her but James responds by placing his fingers inside her pussy. This causes her to collapse back and her hands fly back to pulling at her hair, which is now a mess over her face. With his fingers inside her pussy, her breathing gets heavier and her chest and stomach move extensively. It's not long before Louisa is having another orgasm.

When James' assault on my girlfriend's pussy is over, he kneels tall between her spread legs and strokes his cock. Louisa's hand travels down her body and begins rubbing her own clit. This is the first time I have seen her rub herself. Louisa is still lying there shuddering with her back arched. She looks up at James and slips a finger between her pussy lips and into her pussy. Louisa then takes the finger to her mouth sucking on it with a seductive look in her eyes. When she pulls the finger out of her mouth, she bites her lip and directs her finger to James displaying a come hither motion.

With her legs bent and spread, Louisa lays there awaiting James to penetrate her pussy. James proceeds to tease her by running the head of his cock up and down her slit; and Louisa is moving her hips around trying to get his cock pointing at the entrance to her pussy. He pushes the head in slowly taking it out again. He repeats this several times with Louisa moaning for him, albeit moans of frustration. The pleasure is coming from the thickness of his swollen head stretching her tight little pussy.

He then leans forward resting on Louisa's body and brushes the hair from her face, looking deep into her eyes. She responds with a smile and places a hand on his cheek and another round his neck. Her legs wrap around his back and James reaches between them and grasps his cock, placing the head at the opening to her pussy. He teases her for a moment and her hips move around trying to get his cock in her pussy. The look between the two of them is one of intense passion and intimacy, almost like love. Of all the moments I had seen her with another guy before this and all the time with James tonight, it's this moment that feels the most intense.

I want to walk away, as the feelings for me become too much to handle. James' hips push forward and immediately Louisa's body arches up; her head looking back, pushing her shoulders off the bed too. James' reaction is to begin kissing her exposed neck again with her moans encouraging him for more. James' penetrations are slow at first; picking up the pace with every thrust. Their hands are all over each other and Louisa even starts to use her nails; I can see the trail of scratch marks left behind. Their bodies are shining from their sweat and their bodies slide over one another's with ease.

Louisa and James then roll over allowing her to ride him like before. This time though, her motions aren't reserved to just grinding. This time her body is bouncing up and down with her pussy sliding all over his cock. James also thrust his hips upwards forcing his dick harder into my girlfriend's pussy. His hands explore her body as Louisa keeps herself stable by keeping her hands on his chest. She looks down at James licking her lips and admires James' physique beneath her. Her breasts bounce in time with her body and James reaches his head up to suck on her nipples.

As Louisa tires, she leans forward and bends her right leg further up his body and stretches her left leg flat along the bed, allowing her ass to stretch and her whole body looks perfect on top him as they kiss for several more minutes. James sits them both up and repositions her legs so they are both sitting with my girlfriend still on top. Their faces are only an inch from each other and the look in their eyes being one of pure lust.

Louisa continues to grind her hips over him for several more minutes before lifting off of him and getting onto her hands and knees. With her ass now in the air, James gets on his knees behind her and guides his cock back into her pussy. Louisa starts by moving her body forward and back into him several times. James once again revels in the feeling of my girlfriend's wet, warm pussy gripping his cock. He takes charge, fucking her pussy hard and fast; looking like he is getting harder with every thrust. James takes hold of Louisa's hair pulling her head back and my girlfriend's moans turn to screams as he relentlessly pounds her pussy. Multiple orgasms take hold of my girlfriend and her body collapses on the bed; only her ass staying up from James' hold on her waist.

James reaches forward and massages her breasts and then pulls her body up. Louisa's head falls back onto his shoulder and her hands reach back holding James for support. James caresses her belly and breasts as he kisses the back of her neck again; just resting his cock inside her. James' hand moves slightly further down her body touching her clit and Louisa's ass pushes back into him. Her head turns to the side and James leans forward pushing his tongue out. Louisa does the same and the both just remain in that position licking each other's tongues.

I could tell James is whispering something into her ear and she replies but I can't tell what. She smiles and nods before she turns around and throws her arms around him, their bodies pressed together. His hands freely roam Louisa's sexy body once more and Louisa's hands caress James' face, neck and chest. James' dick still looks as hard as when they started. He moves a hand down between them and runs a few fingers over her wet clit.

Guiding Louisa onto her back again, James once again climbs on top of her. They kiss yet another time and his dick enters her pussy. James thrusts are hard at first but then the motions of his hips slow. Their hands lock together and his other hand caresses her face. A few minutes pass like this and James once again says something to Louisa, in which again she nods and smiles. Louisa's hips then thrust forward and James gives a loud moan thrusting his hips forward too.

At this point, it only just dawns on me that they aren't using any protection. James hadn't put a condom on and Louisa isn't on the pill either. Nonetheless, my girlfriend of five years had willingly just let another guy cum inside her. They kissed once more before resting in each other's arms. I look at my watch and little under an hour had passed since I arrived.

Louisa then gets up and gets dressed, slipping back into her dress and standing in front of the mirror attempting to fix her hair. James stands behind her and kisses the back of her neck while holding her. They look at each other in the mirror before Louisa turns around and kisses him, before dropping to her knees sucking James' cock clean.

I turn around and walk away, deciding to take another peak inside the room Ronnel is in. One of the guys is passed out on the floor while Ronnel is naked riding the other guy. I begin thinking what her pussy would feel like as I seriously contemplate fucking her in my own response to what I had seen my own girlfriend do tonight. I did end up fucking the slut three times and she was an amazing fuck. Louisa did find out as they tell each other everything and she took that as a cue to fuck Ronnel's ex who was a bouncer in a nightclub.

I get in my car which is parked round the corner and phone my girlfriend. I lie to her, telling her I had been busy at work but I was nearly there and would be at his house soon. She simply says its fine and James has been taking care of her while she has been waiting for me.

I walk back round to the house and this time James leans out the window shouting me in. As I walk upstairs, I can't help but peak into Ronnel's room and watch her get a facial, receiving a thick load across her lips. My lust and desire for this slut grows every time I look at her now. I walk into James' room and they both act normally, as if nothing had happened between them. Louisa is sat on the edge of the bed with her legs crossed holding a drink, although the shoulder straps of her dress and bra round her arms. James even offers me a drink which, despite my counteracting feelings to being with either of them right now, I accept.

We all sit around the room chatting and laughing over different subjects. Louisa isn't talking much, just spending a lot of time smiling at James. James walks around the room grabbing another beer from his fridge beside his desk. When he walks back to the bed where he was sitting, he stops to taunt me by caressing his hands over my girlfriend's bare shoulders and planting kisses on her neck. He compliments me on owning such a magnificent girl.

"Owning?" I think to myself.

I never once thought of Louisa as something I owned but the look in her as James said it brought out some kind of animal lust in her at the idea of being someone's possession to use as he saw fit. She gets herself comfy sat back on the bed with her back against the headrest, and eventually allows her leg to lie across James while he is sat next to her. This gives me a great view up her dress but James also takes the chance to be bold and starts caressing her thigh.

The more I didn't say anything and the more Louisa didn't object, the more confident James was around me; and he was allowing his hands to caress higher until he was even touching her ass. After a while, her dress is back up around her waist and at times he gets his whole hand over her ass then carries on touching the rest of her leg. I don't know why I didn't say or do anything as I wasn't the least bit happy about it, and when I saw him give her ass a sly squeeze in the middle of him talking, I instead announced I was going to the toilet.

I had only been away a few minutes clearing my head but when I come back in the room, I stand in shock. Their mouths were once again pressed firmly against each other's. James had just about finished pulling her thong down her legs and has just pulled them off her ankle just after I walk in. Louisa's leg then slowly slides up his and James' hand returns to caressing her leg, ass and now lower back as her dress is lifted higher.

They both alternate between French kissing and kissing each other's necks. I don't even think they noticed me walk in. With her leg hitched up so high, I can see her beautiful shaved pussy which is glistening from how wet she is; probably from the creampie James had given her earlier. James then takes his hand around the back of Louisa's thigh and his fingertips begin sliding up and down her pussy between her lips. Louisa moans and I still can't believe it.

Louisa's legs spread with her knees bent and I can see how open her pussy looks from James' cock, before James slips his fingers into her. I take a quick look and learn what technique he uses on her and then I manage to pull myself together enough to myself known. Louisa jumps in horror and picks her thong up and runs into the bathroom. James appears shocked too and to my surprise a bit embarrassed. He apologises and says he got carried away, complimenting my girlfriend in different ways, some of which felt inappropriate (like how nice her pussy felt to touch.) When Louisa finally comes out, we agree to leave and head downstairs.

As we leave the house, I open the gate to the garden and Louisa turns back walking towards the house where James is still stood in the doorway. Louisa presses against him and french kisses him again right in front of me. Louisa's leg hikes up as high as his waist wrapping it around his body and his hands move to firmly holding her ass. I shout out to her but they carry on, moaning in the night.

Eventually, they pull away from each other and she walks away giving him a smile and wave over her shoulder. On the way home, I try to get an explanation from her about what they were doing when I walked in on them, choosing to keep my knowledge of them fucking to myself for now. She cries profusely, constantly apologising and saying she is so drunk and got carried away. She explains that the leg over thing was just her teasing me and that James took it too far. When I ask her about her night, she gives very little detail about it. She only really states that she is horny and that it's only my dick she wants and that she wants me to fuck her when we get home.

Because she isn't on the pill, she insists I wear a condom but I assume this was to hide the feeling of James' cum inside her. We have sex like we usually would after a night out, only this time I have some new moves to try on her. For me the feeling wasn't all that great, as her pussy still felt wide open from James' massive dick. Although we do have great sex for the next few nights and she is curious where I had learnt the new tricks that she now loves so much.

I confront her about what I saw and that I want to know what happened at the club and anything else that's happened between them as I remind her about what they used to be like at work. Cleverly, she climbs onto of me and buries my cock in her pussy again. My cock is so hard, as she seductively tells me every detail of their 'relationship'.



An Old Friend



My parents divorced when I was very young. My father's earning potential was far greater than my mother's and so when my dad choose to leave the country he was allowed to take the kids with him. I did not like the idea of only seeing my mother bi-annually, but knew being under his care was a much better situation.

Adding to the logic of the move, my new home was located in a much safer place than I came from. My home country suffered greatly from crime and poverty. My family was one of the wealthy few, but our gates did not always provide enough protection.

For every year I spent where I was born our house had at least one break in, thankfully no one was ever hurt. To gain full custody, my father argued it was just a matter of time, and he was right. The logic behind leaving my mother was just too convincing to my brain, although not enough to sway what I felt in my heart.

Partially due to the lower crime and poverty rates, things were very different where I grew up than they were in my new home. Some may say things were politically incorrect in my place of birth, and that may be true, but I'm not trying to initiate a moral debate.

Thanks to my family's wealth I had a large house back home, and it required a matching population of staff to keep things running. Men to drive and protect my family, women to clean our messes and cook/serve our meals. My family members differed from the staff in many ways, almost as blatant as the economic divide was a difference in skin colour.

In the back of my mind I guess I always felt a little bad that just because our eyes were a little bluer our opinions were more valuable. What was I supposed to do about it though? An adolescent girl only ranked a little higher than a person of darker skin and this was almost entirely based on the fact she would become a Caucasian adult.

Anyways I moved away to a new place where this wasn't an issue. It took me a little while to get used to the changes, but I probably came around a little quicker thanks to my previously silent reservations.

In my first year of college I used the week break to visit my mother, finally as an eighteen year old. As an adult woman, my mother and I were able to enjoy each other's company much more now.

Opinions back home did not change as fast as my own but things had become very different. Previously a white girl being seen in a social situation with a black man was pretty much asking for a hate crime. Now though, interracial couplings were more tolerated, some white women even had black husbands.

My family's main driver and cook when I was little were husband and wife. They had a son my age, who was often around our home. I tried to be friendly with the boy, but because of status I was never allowed to make a meaningful connection.

In advance of my visit, I had contacted this former little boy to see if he wanted to get together. I could hangout with him now that it was socially accepted. I wanted to explain that I was just a victim of the times and if it were up to me we would have been friends a long time ago.

My trip was only six days long and so I spent much of each day visiting my mother, but the evenings were free for me to do whatever I wanted.

I called the boy after dinner on my first night.

"Hi, is Michael in?" I asked.

"Yes he is, just one second." The woman answered. 

I waited on the other end while she fetched him. It was probably his mother who picked up. Gosh, I hadn't seen her in a million years either.

Soon a man's voice broadcast through the phone line, "hello, this is Michael."

"Hi Michael, so nice to hear your voice. This is Sam, do you remember me?"

"Of course, the little girl my parents used to work for. Or big girl now I guess."

"Yes it has been a long time, you sound very different. I bet you look nothing like you did before."

"A little different, how's about you see for yourself, that way I will get to see how you have matured as well." 

"That sounds like a great idea! I am here all week, when do you want to get together?" 

"Well I am free tonight, maybe we could catch a drink?" 

"Ya that works for me. I am just staying at my mother's."

"She still lives in the same house?"

"Yup."

"Perfect, I'll be by in a bit to pick you up."

With that we both hung up. I did not expect our meeting to be so soon, I had to get ready in a hurry. I grabbed a quick shower to get squeaky clean. I had picked out a sexy little number to wear that night, a tight top and a short skirt that would flatter my curves. I was blessed with a great set of D tits, so I learned to dress in a way that drew eyes to my cleavage. I wanted the rest of my body to look as good so I exercised regularly.

I was a little self conscious about my looks still, so I usually applied a healthy amount of make up to cover any of my perceived facial imperfections. I had become an expert painter, enhancing all my facial features, but still keeping that natural look. 

As a final check on my canvas I sat in front of the mirror running a comb through my long blonde hair. My looks garnered a passing grade so I started to get dressed.

"So what do you think?" I asked my mother.

I did a spin to display 100% of myself.

"I thought this wasn't anything special." She responded.

"Ya, but...I want to look good anyways."

"...and you always do."

"Thanks mom."

I sat to wait for Michael on my mother's couch. It wasn't very long before the door bell rang.

"That's probably for me, I'll get it." I announced.

I opened the door to find out either I was right, or a young black man had come to visit with mom.

"Michael? Is that really you?" 

"Sam, it has been too long, you have blossomed into a beautiful young woman."

"Thanks, you are very handsome too."

The first thing I noticed when opening the door was his height. He was at least three times the size he was when we were kids. A good six foot and built like a house. I could tell he had impressive muscles hidden underneath his clothes. He must have been an athlete, unless he just kept in shape to impress old friends!

He had his hair cut very short. If not for a slight dusting he would have been completely bald.

His hazel eyes seemed bottomless, I'm not sure if it was them or his great smile, either way I was entranced by his looks.

"So are you ready to go?" He asked.

I was too busy admiring his good looks to break my silence, so I just nodded my response.

It was a warm night, I did not need a jacket, just a pair of shoes and I was ready to go.

I followed him out to his car. It was nothing special, but what little money he had he knew how to spend. He drove a sleek black sedan with tinted windows. All in all I couldn't think it cost him too much, but it looked like a car you'd expect a movie star to step out of. We got in and he drove us to the bar.

He ordered a beer, I had a virgin cranberry juice. I went for the non alcoholic option for a couple of reasons. I didn't think this was a proper situation to get sloppy drunk, and honestly I didn't have a tonne of cash so the inexpensive option was an added attraction. We sat at a small table together, the intimate setting gave us a very good opportunity to catch up.

It was like we never parted ways, we even finished each other's sentences. Despite the roadblock erected by our obvious sexual tension, things were moving very smoothly. I was way attracted to him and I think he knew this. I was also pretty sure he liked me to.

At the end of our night Michael drove me back. He parked his car by the curb out front and leaned in for a kiss. I wanted more, I knew he wanted more, but we settled for just a peck that night. It was probably his plan to leave me wanting more so we would have another date before I left.

Well it worked, when he called me the next day I was unable to say no and accepted his offer to take me dancing.

"Did you like the spot last night?" Michael asked.

"Yes, it was very nice." I responded.

"They play good music there and open up a dance floor on Tuesday nights, I thought you might want to check it out?"

"Absolutely, I love to dance!"

I went with Michael back to the bar. Loud music was spilling out the door, as he led me inside. He took my hand and led me to the middle of the clearing. 

Our bodies moved together to the beat, as we danced the night away. There was little room left for light to separate our forms. We were dancing a little too close to be 'just friends'.

Somehow we made it through the night keeping most of our clothes on. We made out a little in Micheal's car, I even let him take my breasts out. In exchange of coarse he had to expose his chiseled chest.

Our hands were busy exploring their counterpart's upper body, while tongues were deep in throats. Michael pushed me away before anything more could happen.

"We can't just sit here in front of your mom's house. She's going to hate me for occupying her daughter like this."

Michael was admirably correct. What kind of teenage boy was able to cool his jets like this?

Regretfully I put myself back in my top and said goodbye before I ran into the house. I soon found that Michael's suspicions were incorrect. I just assumed, like he did too, that my mom would be up waiting for my return. We were too late though, so I guess she just went to sleep. 

I was so excited that Michael and I could continue our amorous behaviour without judgement. I turned around and went to open the front door. Unfortunately there was no dark coloured car parked outside anymore. I was too late, Michael had already left. Well you win some, you lose some. Giving up I just went to sleep.

I woke up the next day still thinking of the lost opportunity, so when Michael called a few evenings later I was more than excited that maybe we could pick up where we left off. He called to invite me to the movies. I was going to be alone with this man under the cover of darkness for a full two hours? Sweet!

"So what are we going to see?" I asked.

"I don't think they have the same films where you're from as we do here, so it's probably not one you've heard of. I saw the advertisement for it a while ago, it looked really good so I wanted to see the rest."

"Sounds great, I love a surprise."

We drove off towards a theatre. The movie ended up being a horror film, not my favourite genre. This one was particularly stupid to, how did he see the preview and think it would be good?

"Don't be afraid."

Oh, now I understand.

He put an arm around me after what was supposed to be a frightening scene. I was not scared but I wasn't about to decline a good cuddle. I nuzzled in, encouraging him to hold me tighter.

Eventually he gave up the charade that he was genuinely interested in the film. He turned to look down to see me enjoying his grasp and moved in. We started to make out and feel each other up. His muscular body felt so nice through his thin shirt.

We left the theatre, to continue our make out session in his car. Our hands were still blocked by layers of clothing so far that night, but I had enough waiting and wanted to initiate things.

"Do these come off?" I yanked at Michael's pants.

His pace was a little too slow for me, I really wanted this guy, and I was leaving in just a few days.

"I'm not sure I..."

"Then how do you get dressed, if they are stuck to you?"

"No, it's just that..."

I started to unbuckle his belt.

"Promise that you won't..."

I was used to interrupting him by now, so I cut him off again to snake a hand down the front of his trousers. I explored a bit with my fingers until I found it.

"HOLY SHIT! Michael what is that?"

I had gotten one hand down his shorts and from my best guess he was redecorating down there. You try to explain why it felt like he forgot to clear out the empty paint can!

"They always do this." He complained. "I can get girls hot, but they act like they're in a monster movie when I join the party."

Michael pulled away from me and looked to be very disappointed. I was taken a back by his size, I didn't mean to offend.

"Well, there are things maybe I could try, but it would be physically impossible for you to fit inside me."

This caused him to move back in. His face lit up.

"We don't have to fuck, I'm pretty horny actually. I probably won't even need you to go down on me, just jerk it for a bit and I'm sure I'll shoot."

His speech was very rapid, I could see he was excited. If he was as easy as he said he'd be I might as well give him a go?

I pulled him out and started to jerk that ridiculous diameter. I struggled to get my hand around it, I had to use two, and even then. Apparently I did a good job though, it was only about five minutes of jerking before he left me some knuckle children.

I had never even seen a dick half this size before, and now I had made it cum. I was very proud of my abilities.

"Thanks." He tried to catch his breath, "you got me so hot the other night, I jerked so much but didn't let myself climax, I wanted to see if you would finish me off."

"That's why the load was so huge?"

"And why I came so quick, normally its pretty numb down there. Which sucks because I need to fuck to get off, but it's hard to find a girl who will try with me."

"That does suck."

"Not to mention how difficult it is to find condoms that fit."

I guess he did have a problem, but after hearing guys complain about size in the other direction, 'I'm too big' sounded kind of funny.

After I had helped him to the finish line our night was pretty much over. I was still in shock at the size of his tool, I needed to go home to collect my thoughts. I'm sure he wanted to go to so he could sleep. He delayed his bed for long enough to drive me back to my mom's place.

I made sure I was presentable first, and exited the car. I walked across the street and entered the house. Unlike the night before my mom was there waiting for me.

"So how was the show?"

"Yea it was great, I especially loved the ending. I always have such a great time with him, tonight was a blast!"

I was pleased to see the innuendo flew over her head. I turned to leave the room but before I could put my legs into motion my brain stopped me and made me face my mother again.

"Hey wait mom, can I talk to you about something?"

"Of course honey, you can come to me with anything."

"Well, tonight, after the movie..." I swallowed hard.

"What is it sweetie?"

Ok, here goes.

"After the movie...Michael wanted some..." I searched for the best word, "...release...and well, I obliged."

"This kind of thing is normal between a guy and girl your age."

"That's the thing though, there wasn't anything 'normal' about it."

"What do you mean by 'it wasn't normal'?"

"Well, I guess what I mean is, 'he' wasn't."

She rolled her eyes.

"I thought you didn't care about this, I have eyes just like you, you know? Obviously you two don't quite look the same, but does that really matter?"

"No, I have no trouble with that. Ok let me try again, his 'it' wasn't normal."

"Abnormal? As in bad?"

"I guess it's not the worst thing...it's just..."

"Look you have to tell me if you want my help."

"It's like this." I showed his size using my hands.

"Geese, that is way above average. How did you even 'relieve' him?"

This was kind of a weird conversation for a mother and daughter, but we were in friend mode now.

"Just with my hand, how could I use anything else?"

"Hmm, ya I totally don't know what to say, let me sleep on it, I'm sure I'll think of a way to help after I give it some thought."

We parted ways and retired to our respective bedrooms.

I woke up to the sunrise the next morning and went out to the kitchen to get something to eat.

The night before Michael had suggested that we go shopping that day. I had to get my mother's permission as we usually spent the days together. She was not hard to convince, she knew she would see me again in the summer, and there were no guarantees Michael would have a similar opportunity.

We had planned that he would take me out to one of the local malls that day. He bought me a couple things, but mainly we strolled around the mammoth building. Eventually when our legs had had enough of all the walking we made our way out to the parking lot.

We put our bounty in his trunk and piled ourselves in the front seat. He headed in the direction of my home but made a pit stop on the way. He parked the car at the side of a pretty much deserted street.

"I have been wanting to do this ever since last night." He said as he unbuckled his seat belt.

Swinging open his door, he rounded the front of the car. He pried open my side and took off my belt. He grabbed my thighs and angled them to the outside. Yanking my shorts off over my shoes, only my pink lacy panties still protected my lady parts. Spreading my thighs open he put his head between my legs. I had always wanted to be eaten out but was too shy to ever try. I was more than happy for this to be my first time.

Pulling my underwear to the side he started to munch on my bare pussy. His mouth felt amazing. His tongue thrusting inside my hole felt even better! I really allowed myself to get into this, forcing his face into my crotch. No matter how deep his tongue went, I always wanted to feel a few more inches. I was a very sensitive young lady, it did not take long for him to lick me to an intense orgasm.

Once I had stopped shaking, he stood up and made his way back to his seat. Luckily no one interrupted our roadside display. I wanted to return the favour but I couldn't imagine being able to. He didn't seem concerned that I did and we needed to get moving if we wanted to keep our good luck anyways. He took my hungry mouth back home. As much as I enjoyed my mother's company I was a little upset I had to part ways with this man.

When I got home there was a message on the machine from a girl I went to kindergarten with. She had learned I was in town and wanted to get together. I got another ok from my mother and went to meet her. We caught up for an hour or two before I returned home.

When I entered the front door to my mother's home I could hear a series of strange noises. Honestly I did not know what it was right away, so I ventured inside to identify their origin. With every step I took the noises raised in volume. It kind of sounded like the howl's of a wild animal. Weird, my mom didn't live in a rural community, but I guess there was that kind of nature just outside the city.

The sound appeared to be coming from inside my mom's bedroom, I opened the door to see if she needed assistance. The noise maker was finally revealed, my eyes could not believe what I was seeing. Michael was balls deep inside my mother!

"Mom! Michael!"

Michael froze, he looked like the little boy I used to know, like he wanted to run away and hide. My mother turned to look at me.

"Oh hi honey."

Her voice carried its normal pitch, it was like this was a standard situation for her. Having her daughter interrupt a love making session, I didn't remember this happening before.

"Please don't be mad. You said he was too big. I just wanted to make sure he knew how to be gentle, I didn't want him hurting my little girl. I did this for you."

I gave her a funny look, heavily doubting this was as selfless as she claimed.

"He came over looking for you, but you were out so..."

"So you thought you would fuck him?" I interrupted.

"Not so robotic...but yea"

"I cannot stand here and see this. I have to go."

With that I turned around and started to leave. I didn't know where I was going, hopefully a place that didn't feature this kind of public display of affection.

"Please don't leave." 

I heard my mother's voice over my shoulder. What was her desire, that I stay to watch them have sex? Apparently I wasn't far off base.




An Old Friend



"Michael is very gentle, I think maybe he is ready for you."

"Excuse me!"

I spun around, giving her an opportunity to explain herself.

"I just think that maybe you owe him to try."

"I owe him? He was just fucking my mother! And still is!"

Michael had yet to move, he had spent my entire time in the bedroom inside my mother.

"He told me about the little fun you two had after shopping, and you aren't going to return the favour? Did I raise you to be this selfish?"

I was shocked to hear Michael had shared such intimate details.

"You can't tell me you aren't curious, and look!." She gestured towards their genitalia, "it does fit after all."

Gross, I don't need to see my mother's vagina. It was a good looking one, I mean the apple doesn't fall far from the tree, but it was my mother's none the less. At least the distraction of Michael's cock was present.

"Your experience level is a little higher than mine." I tried not to vomit at the sight, "no offence, but an eighteen year old snatch is a little different than yours."

"You're right, it's a lot stretchier than the one I have, it can take a dick like this and then elastic back to normal in a few days."

"You mean IF it can."

"You don't know it won't if you don't try."

The idea was enough to make Michael smile. He probably wanted in me ever since we met but was too shy to ask. Now he had found a lawyer to argue the point on his behalf.

"See he thinks you should, so by my count, it's two against one."

After all those years of telling me I shouldn't give in to peer pressure here she was now on the other side of the coin.

"I guess I don't have to leave."

"Great!"

"But that's not saying I will join in."

"That's fine, you can just watch for awhile and think it over."

My mother turned to face Michael.

"Come on silent bob, get back to work."

The scene that played out next looked pretty uncomfortable, but apparently my mother enjoyed it. And enjoyed it a lot. And enjoyed it again, and again, and again...It was like when you see a car accident on the side of the road, it looks messed up but you just have to slow down and stare anyways

At a pause in the action my mother looked in my direction.

"You see, it's fun!"

She pushed Michael off her.

"Try it in your mouth first."

After a little more prodding, I accepted her offer of taking on the previously thought mission impossible. I approached the two as Michael took a seat on the edge of the bed. My mother helped me to my knees. I crouched in front of him watching as he stroked his monster.

"Go on, don't be scarred." My mother coached.

This is it, I put my mouth on Michael and started to suck.

"See, it's not that bad."

My mother was right, not only about being able to take it, but it was fun to take as well.

The first time I had only just barely allowed the head of the beast past my lips, but I wanted more. I couldn't really fit as much of it as I desired, but that didn't stop me from trying.

My mother snatched Michael from me.

"No one could say you didn't try, but boy do your attempts show the inexperience of an eighteen year old."

My mother's mouth welcomed Michael's member. Her efforts put mine to shame.

"Let me try again, I know I can do better."

I took back what my mother had stolen. Wrapping my lips around Michael's pole I was able to take him a little deeper this try.

"Better, but still not great."

My mom and I passed Michael back and fourth for quite some time. At the end of one of her turns, she popped Michael out of her mouth and gestured the meat to me.

"Maybe you could let him in your cunt?"

I pretended that this was a hard question to answer.

"I guess."

I was still wearing my clothing from that day, but I was quick to fix that. Michael moved to clear space on my mother's bed and I laid down beside the boy. Michael arranged himself on top of me. He held his dick inches from my opening. I put my hands against his muscled abdomen.

"Just don't cum inside me." 

His nod was all I needed to let him inside. He had exaggerated my ability to hold him off, waiting to dive in when I removed my hands.

"Ooo. Oh my. Ouchee."

It was crazy that this was even possible, it would have been odd if his size didn't cause me any pain. I was super wet though, if it went in alright, it wouldn't take long for me to accommodate much more. I was correct, after a little getting used to his size he was able to feed me some more. Only a little more though, but even a third of his length was more dick than I had ever taken.

Michael was indeed very gentle, it was nice for starters, but after awhile he was maybe a little too polite.

"If you want to make me cum, you will have to go harder!"

This was a lie, I had already came a number of times from his slow pace, but I was interested with how much I could if he really opened up.

Michael had to maintain his depth, anymore would have split me in two. He did speed up a bit, I had placed my hands on his hips and was guiding the increase in velocity. Thankfully my mother was there to make sure I didn't let things get too crazy. I was famous for exaggeration.

"attagirl!"

My mother not only helped Michael hold his pace, she also acted as a cheerleader.

Due to his penetration of my mother, and the cross-generational blowjob team we had formed, Michael was ready to blow after just a few strokes. The grip he had on my waist tightened as a signal of this.

"Remember she wants you to pull out."

My mom had also noticed his squeeze.

Michael gripped his shaft, slowly removing himself from me. My mother had a front row view of the gaping hole he left.

"I knew you could stretch."

Michael moved to straddle my chest and stroked between my tits. Silently we exchanged looks, both silently said they were ready. He let out a loud moan and threw his head back unleashing his torrent on my face. The professed super sized load the other night was a lie, from my experience he shot a tonne whenever. I had only emptied him the other night and still he had brewed up enough to for me to drown in.

My face was dripping with his seed when a towel found my hand.

"Mop it up before it spills onto the rug." 

I heard my mother instruct.

I cleaned myself up and we all got dressed. We left the bedroom in search of more comfortable seating, coming to a rest in the den. We three sat around the coffee table in silence. Surprisingly Michael was the first to speak.

"It's getting a little late, I should be going home."

We escorted Michael to the door and said our goodbyes. He then left and closed the door behind.

"I think it's about my bedtime too." My mother yawned in my direction.

I agreed and went to my own.

The next morning was my flight out. I packed up my things before I cabbed to the airport. My mother and I stood together in front of our house waiting for my taxi. The cab pulled up and the driver started loading my bags. My mother gave me a kiss on the cheek and whispered in my ear.

"Make sure to tighten up again before next time."



An Old Friend, A New Friend



The annual back-to-school block party was in full swing. The kids played in the streets with reckless abandon as the DJ table provided the soundtrack for a perfect late summer afternoon. There were several card tables in the middle of the sidewalk, people talking shit while playing spades and dominoes; the aroma from the barbeque grills and the free flowing adult beverages made the overall mood jovial. Even the weather was perfect; a cool, gentle breeze off Lake Michigan drew away just enough of the heat to make standing in the sun a pleasure instead of a chore. 

Samantha did not want to be there. The perfect weather, the perfect atmosphere, only seemed to sour an already bad mood. Her summer fling had ended the week before and she had made the fatal mistake of actually developing feelings for what she knew was a temporary bedmate. If her mother had not begged her to attend, she would have been moping at home with a glass of Merlot, sitting in bed watching depressing black-and-white movies on AMC. Sitting on the porch of her childhood home smoking a cigarette, she was watching the festivities with a look bordering on disgust. She was strong; she knew she'd get over it in a few days, but she was not ready to be social yet. 

"Sam," her mother called from a couple houses down. "I need you to come here for a second." 

"OK Mom," she said as she sighed, drawn from a wistful, painful memory of her ex. Walking slowly with her head down, she was blind to her surroundings. Let's get this torture over with, she thought as she made her way to her mother, silently dreading whatever effort she'd attempt to rescue her daughter from the doldrums. 

"Come on, girl!" her mom said with a hint of impatience. "There's someone here that's been dying to see you again. You remember Tyree Evans right? The boy you used to play with when you were kids? Well he's back from overseas and was asking about you when he came to visit his mother. Say hi." 

Oh Lord! I am so not ready for this shit, she thought to herself. Of all the people who wanted to reconnect, it had to be him. The dorky kid she used to bully all through middle school. The kid she avoided like the plague in high school, doing her best to pretend that he didn't exist despite staying just a few doors down. Tyree Evans, the fucking afterthought. He joined the Army after high school and she hadn't seen him since graduation. 

She didn't know what to expect, but it certainly wasn't the person her mom introduced. To say he'd changed would be the understatement of the century. He was tall, at least 6'1, and chiseled to perfection. He wasn't massive like some overdeveloped gym rat, but he had the type of muscle definition commonly found in Men's Health magazines and strip clubs for women. His skin was dark chocolate and his hair hung in locks down to his wide shoulders. She took the image of him in one glace and was absolutely speechless. "Been a while, Samantha," he spoke in a rich tenor that made her pussy vibrate. The looks and the voice sparked in her an almost uncontrollable urge of lust. 

It took her a second to recover. "Um, yea it has..." she trailed off, distracted by his bare chest and a bead of sweat that slowly made its way down his front. It was tantalizing; it made her want to capture that bead with her tongue as it reached his washboard stomach. Her ample chest began to heave slightly as her imagination ran wild with the possibilities. "The years have certainly been kind to you," she finally regained her voice. 

His smile was pure seduction. "Thank you," he said with a confidence she never knew him to possess. "They say the Army makes a man of you. I guess they did a pretty good job huh?" 

"They certainly did," she replied, her tone turning flirtatious as she regained her composure. They fell into a conversational rhythm, finding themselves at ease with each other, reveling in the growing sexual tension and rising lust as the sun began to set. Almost from the moment she and Tyree began speaking, she had forgotten her problems, her ex, and her sadness. They were replaced by images of him pinning her arms above her head while he shoved his dick deep, deep into her wet, willing pussy. She wanted him. Bad. 

___________________ 

They exchanged numbers and agreed to get together that next night to grab a couple of drinks and catch up on old times. Tyree told her to meet him on the rooftop at the W around 9. Samantha really wanted to impress, to show him her sexy side. She knew exactly what she would wear for the occasion. She had a black and white dress with a mesh top that both covered and revealed her impressive cleavage, tight in a way that augmented her curvy figure; the dress came to her knees but the slit along the right leg rose to mid-thigh. Black thigh-high stockings with lacy tops and three inch open-toed black pumps completed the ensemble. She spent two hours in the bathroom teasing her hair until it was just right, making sure her makeup was flawless, and figuring out which accessories to wear. She settled on a diamond anklet and her diamond-and-sapphire choker. Looking at herself in the full length mirror before heading out, she thought she'd achieved the look she'd intended, a killer mix of alluring and fuckable. 

She made it to the bar at around 9:30, intentionally late. Although she had a pretty good idea of where the night would end up, she didn't want to seem desperate. That would ruin the image she had in mind for the evening. She would dazzle him with sex appeal, they'd sip a little bit, casually flirting and picking up from where they'd left off the night before. Then they'd head to her place; the kids were at her mom's house for the night. She'd lead him by the hand to the bedroom, shedding clothes along the way. They would taste each other, explore each other's bodies, lose themselves in the feel of each other. Their bodies would join, and they'd stare lovingly into each other's eyes as he touched the deepest part of her over and over. Soon the passion and pleasure would be overwhelming and she'd climax, screaming his name and biting his shoulder by turns. She was too much of a realist to think about forever, but she expected a fun-filled night and a warm body to wake up to. 

The magical evening she'd envisioned as she prepared for her date with Tyree shattered when they finally met. He was not alone. "Hey, Samantha! So glad you could come! I'd like to introduce you to my fiancée, Bianca. Bianca, this is my friend Samantha. We grew up a couple houses down from each other." 

"Tyree's told me so much about you! I'm happy that we could finally meet," she said as she placed a possessive hand on his upper bicep. 

Shit, she thought as she attempted to mask the hurt and disappointment she felt at the waste of the evening. She thought she'd read the situation correctly the day before when they chatted. He seemed to be very interested in her; she thought they had a spark, some kind of chemistry. To be so wrong was crushing to her pride, her ego. To make matters worse, Bianca was absolutely gorgeous. She was tall, even without heels she'd be half a head taller than Samantha. Her hair was long and curly with a natural bounce. Flawless almond skin, a heart shaped face, decent sized breasts and an amazing ass, she could have been in movies. Dressed in an all-white miniskirt that hugged her curves so tightly it might as well have been painted on her, guys were breaking their necks to stare. Even some of the women were cutting their eyes toward their table, some with jealousy, others with barely-concealed lust. 

"Nice to meet you too," said Samantha, just managing to keep the bile from her voice. "Tyree never told me he had a girlfriend, much less a fiancée. So how long are you guys gonna be in town?" 

"Oh I don't know. A few weeks maybe? We were actually going to go house-hunting out in the burbs. We were just staying here at the W while we look. What do you think honey? Naperville had some nice houses when I was looking online the other day."  

"We'll talk about it later, babe," he said. "Right now we're catching up with an old friend. Let's have some fun and celebrate huh?" 

Seeing the love in their eyes while they spoke, it was getting more difficult by the second for Samantha to maintain a pleasant expression. She wanted nothing more than to just walk away and forget the night ever happened, but something made her stay. Maybe it was the look in his eyes when they made contact or the feel of his hand as they made contact. She normally steered clear of men who were attached but maybe she felt something different from him, some kind of vibe. Was she completely wrong or was there something there? After all, he never mentioned a fiancée to her. Fuck it, she thought. I already have a babysitter for tonight. I might as well have some fun. Let's see where this goes. 

Samantha was apprehensive despite her mind being made up, and at first conversation was awkward. She was a third wheel in every sense of the word and began to regret her decision from the moment she sat at their table. But Bianca was a great conversationalist; she could make a rock feel comfortable. Add in the dirty martinis and in almost no time they were all laughing and joking like old friends. Sam was actually having a good time with the couple, something she'd have never expected. Business in the bar picked up around midnight and the music started playing. The ladies were feeling the beat and wanted to dance so they took turns dragging Tyree out to the dance floor. Naturally it became a friendly competition between Samantha and Bianca to see who could turn him on the most. Tyree was the unofficial judge and was enjoying himself greatly as the 2 sexiest women at the bar were showing him all the attention. 

They were very suggestive, using their best assets to make him smile. Samantha kicked it off with her amazing breasts and diamond-hard nipples while Bianca's ass figured prominently in her routines. Between the two of them, Tyree's member had no hope of softening. His monster made a definite print in his black dress slacks; he almost let it all go when they joined forces, Samantha reaching from behind him to unbutton his shirt, Bianca nestling his dick between her ass cheeks. By the time they decided to take a break all eyes were on them. They did everything but fuck on the dance floor. 

They made their way back to their table and refilled their drinks, sipping and talking while they caught their breath. The hours had flown by as the trio enjoyed each other's company, oblivious to the world around them and the stares they were attracting. They danced a bit more, drank a bit more, the time just flew by. When they looked up it was 4 0'clock in the morning, time for Samantha to make her exit. She had a wonderful time but she knew she'd be spending the night alone and frustrated. Hope my vibrator has enough battery life, she thought as she gathered her belongings, ready to leave. 

Bianca stopped her, grabbing her hand as she made the move to rise from the table. "Girl, where you think you goin'? The night's not over. You are coming up to our room." 

"You sure?" questioned Samantha, uncharacteristically uncertain. "I mean, I figured you guys would wanna be alone." 

"Bitch, did I stutter? You coming up to our room and spending the night. We have been drinkin waaaaaaay too much for you to be trying to drive home. Ty babe, take her keys." 

"It really is no trouble," Tyree said as he reached for her car keys. "Besides, we had such a good time with you, we'd be sick to death if you had an accident while driving drunk. Come on. Your car will be just fine." 

"You sure you don't you don't mind?" she asked, trying to be polite. "I could take a cab or something..." 

"Sh-sh-sh-sh-shush, woman," interrupted Bianca. "It's already settled. Tyree has your keys, we enjoy your company, we do NOT want this night to end with you at home. We REALLY want you to come up to the suite, you will not be inconveniencing anyone, you will not be a bother. Please come upstairs with us." 

She was slurring her words some, but she was absolutely adamant in her desire for Samantha to stay. Tyree was smiling and nodding as well, completely in agreement with his future wife. Their obvious enthusiasm at the prospect of her staying swayed her; she had no other plans and no real wish for the night to end anyway. She nodded in agreement, Tyree closed out their tab and they made their way downstairs to the suite. 

Samantha was awestruck when she stepped into the massive accommodations. One entire wall was glass facing out into the Chicago skyline, the view dazzling. The blood red carpet was thick enough to drown in. The furniture, the walls, the balcony, everything looked so expensive it was hard to comprehend. Local boy made good for real! she thought as she sunk into the rich carpet. "Oh my God, how can you afford this?" 

"Oh this is nothing," said Bianca. "The owner is an old friend of my father so we get the room for the family rate. Don't worry about it. Sit down and make yourself comfortable. Wait. You know what? I have a better idea. We can chill in the Jacuzzi! Come on girl! It will be so much fun!" 

"Seriously?" asked Samantha. "This room has a hot tub too? Damn, that's nice as fuck. You know I wasn't prepared for this right? I don't even have a suit." 

"It's just us, girl. No suits required. If you're a little shy we could have Ty leave the room until we get under the water. See? Problem solved," Bianca spoke in a tone that left no room for debate. It was not demanding; merely matter-of -fact. She'd get her way; to suggest otherwise would not only be futile but silly. "Ty," she continued, taking Samantha's agreement for granted. "Be a dear and grab us some champagne from the mini-bar. Oh, and give us a few minutes please? We need a little girl time." 

She led Samantha by the hand to the oversized bathroom while Ty disappeared to grab more drinks. As they disrobed, Samantha and Bianca took sly glances at each other. Sam was accessing Bianca's figure, curious to see if her body looked as good in the nude as it did in that sexy dress. It was quite a bit better than she'd imagined, sparking a twinge of jealousy in her heart. How is this possible? she thought after the third or fourth glance from the corner of her eye. It's not fair that she has all that ass with such a slim figure. "Tyree is a lucky man," she said aloud, complimenting her new friend with a harmless statement, doing her best to suppress the bitchy side of her. 

"Not as lucky as he's gonna be," she murmured, almost too low to hear. Then she spoke up. "Thanks girl. I hope you aren't selling yourself short though. You look good enough to eat." Something about the way she said it made Samantha look up into her eyes. To Samantha it seemed there was some type of hunger there, hunger she was doing a poor job of hiding. Is she, is she into me? thought Samantha, unwilling to jump to conclusions. Bianca had shown no indications that she liked girls at all; she wasn't overly friendly or touchy-feely. She was beautiful and down to earth, generally a cool person to be around, but that didn't automatically translate to attraction or even interest. I think I might be seeing things. Yeah, that's it. Samantha dismissed her suspicions, though a small part of her was excited by the possibility. 

Fully nude, they sat in the hot tub. For a while, there was no talking. The feel of the massaging jets on their naked bodies left no room for conversation. Samantha was especially enjoying the sensation. The stress from her breakup along with the everyday anxiety from having children seemed to melt away. Muscles she hadn't even realized were clenched eased and she fell into a state of total relaxation. Her eyes were closed and her head rested on the edge of the tub. She didn't notice Bianca closing the distance between them, the predatory look in her eyes. The Jacuzzi left her entranced. 

A soft voice and a hand on her thigh broke the spell. "You know, Ty told me he's wanted to fuck you since he was in 8th grade," whispered Bianca, startling her and putting her off balance. Bianca pressed her advantage. "Looking at you, I can see why. You are very beautiful." She started stroking Samantha's thigh, slowly and seductively. "You want him too, don't you?" 

"No, of course not!" said Samantha reflexively, the lie written plainly on her face. 

"It's ok Sam. You want him, no need to lie about it. My Ty babe is sexy as hell; I can't blame you for that. In fact, I think it's kinda hot for some girl to be drooling over my guy." Bianca continued to stroke her thigh, inching closer and closer to her pussy. Samantha sat stock still, too shocked at the turn of events to respond. Encouraged, Bianca leaned in closer, her lips nearly touching Sam's earlobe. "I know Ty still wants to fuck you; his dick was soooooo hard when you pressed those huge tits into his chest. Now tell me the truth. I know you got a feel for how big he is, tell me you want him to dog that pussy, tell me you want that monster plunging inside of you until you scream." Rendered speechless by her words and her actions, still reeling from the seductive sneak attack, Samantha could only nod. 

"Good," said Bianca as she licked her earlobe. "You may not know this, but he and I have an agreement. Ty can screw anyone he wants, as long as I get a sample first." Bianca began stroking Samantha's pussy, her index finger circling her clit in a manner that was both wonderful and extremely frustrating. She wanted that direct clitoral stimulation but Bianca was denying it for the moment. "Not pushing my hand away huh? Very good. I have a confession to make. I wanted to taste you from the moment I saw you. Dressing in that sexy number, I guess you were expecting to get laid tonight. I may be a little late in asking since, you know, I've got my hand on your pussy, but can I have you? Can I taste you? Can I lick your pretty pussy and make you cum?" 

For a response, Samantha kissed her forcefully on the mouth while reaching over to grab Bianca's crotch. They kissed deeply and passionately for several seconds, their hands busy fingering each other under the water. "Does that answer your question?" Samantha finally finding her voice after breaking the kiss and taking a second to catch her breath. Bianca nodded with a smoky look in her eyes, the depth of her passion finally fully exposed. "Well then put your money where your mouth is, or rather where my pussy is." 

"With pleasure," said Bianca. "Get outta this tub and lay your ass down. You're about to get the best head you ever had." Samantha obeyed her instructions without hesitation, eager for her to prove her claims. 

Bianca began slowly, kissing along the lips and giving tentative licks on and around her clit. She was purposely teasing, working in fits and starts, giving just enough pleasure to have Samantha begging for more. Growing desperate and impatient, Samantha tried to grab her head and push her into the promised land but Bianca was having none of it, easily dodging her attempted grab. Samantha's body was reacting to her work but craved more. The tension was exquisite but it wasn't nearly enough for her to reach her climax. Still Bianca teased and tickled, looking into Samantha's eyes as she worked, relishing her moans of pleasure and frustration. Soon Samantha was reduced to begging. "Come on bitch, let me cum," she said after one particular tongue swipe made her arch her back. "Please, PLEASE. I can't take it anymore!" 

That was the reaction Bianca was looking for. Her tongue started going into overdrive, alternating between flicking rapidly across her love button and stiffening her tongue to fuck her with it. Each yelp, groan or moan of pleasure spurred her efforts. Samantha's hips bucked uncontrollably, as if they weren't sure if they wanted to throw off the instrument giving so much pleasure or keep it forever. As Samantha neared orgasm she grabbed ahold of Bianca's head and pressed her head against her pelvis. Bianca never broke rhythm; she was determined to have Samantha cum in her mouth and thus sip her nectar from the source. Samantha's climax hit with no warning; suddenly her body began to shake and her back came completely off the floor. She screamed out something unintelligible and went still before every muscle in her body relaxed at the same time. She was breathing hard as she tried to recover from the powerful orgasm, a smile stamped across her features. 




An Old Friend, A New Friend



"Did you enjoy the show, Ty babe?" Bianca asked as she sat back on her haunches admiring her handiwork. 

"I think you know the answer to that, bae," responded Tyree as he leaned in the doorway, penis standing tall and proud. "From the looks of it, you ladies had a productive conversation. Now it's my turn." 

"Be my guest," said Bianca. "She's ready to take you now. Fuck her good." Tyree smiled as he picked up Samantha with zero effort and carried her like a blushing bride to the bedroom portion of the suite. He laid her on the bed with utmost care and kissed her as if he were trying to make her fall in love. Her body was hyper sensitive due to Bianca's efforts; she had never been more ready to receive a dick in her life. 

"Fuck me Tyree, "she said in a breathy whisper, her arms wrapped around his neck. "Fuck me like you've always wanted to. I need you to OHHH..." He interrupted her with a mighty push to her center, driving into her, burying him into her until their pelvises joined. Watching Bianca work her magic made him impatient to sample her charms; he could wait no longer to claim what was always denied him. He took her hard and fast from the first moment, aggressively pounding her pussy as she squirmed in pleasure beneath him. She had her entire body wrapped around him, holding on for dear life as he kept a furious pace. "OOH Shit! PLEASE don't stop!" she urged, her moans growing louder and more frantic by the moment as she felt her orgasm building. He needed no prompting, no encouragement, he was a fucking machine built specifically to make her cum. 

Before long she was screaming his name as he fucked her through her orgasm. He never slowed, even with Samantha's cunt muscles gripping his dick in a velvet vise. He felt her cum, felt her cavity flood with her love juices, yet he persisted as though he wanted to make a permanent imprint. She was too sensitive after two huge orgasms in less than an hour; she had to stop him before his cock shattered her mind. She let go of her full body hug and pushed him off. She was nearly ready to huddle in a corner and rest after such a fulfilling experience but she didn't know if she'd ever get another chance with Tyree or Bianca. She was partially auditioning for chance to be a semi-permanent part of their lives. Short of that however, she wanted to make the most out of what turned out to be a magical night. 

She was determined to keep going. "Lay on your back, Tyree," she said, directing the action while giving her body some much needed cool down time. "Did you enjoy the show Bianca?" she asked in a sultry tone of voice. Bianca, sitting on the recliner in the corner, knees pressed up against her chest and rubbing her pussy with both hands, simply nodded with a dreamy expression. "Well now I wanna see that magnificent ass bouncing up and down on that motherfucking flag pole. It's your turn to give me a show." 

"With pleasure," Bianca said with a smile. She moved across the room as if gliding, pussy dripping in anticipation of being speared. Both Tyree and Samantha's eyes were transfixed by the sex goddess coming to take her pleasure and make her claim. She kneeled on the bed and dragged her tongue up Tyree's body, savoring the taste of his sweat. Starting at his ankles and stopping at his neck, she'd managed to hit every hot spot on his body on the way toward mounting his cock. She took the dick with familiarity, without hesitation. Their bodies joining looked like the most natural thing in the world to Sam. His large, strong hands grabbed her hips as they moved in sync. She rode him high, upright while her legs provided bounce. Suddenly she threw her head back, staring into the heavens; Bianca's climax was the most beautiful thing she'd ever seen. Samantha simply could not look away as Bianca started to shiver with her hands on Tyree's chest. When the wave finally subsided, she looked over at Sam, smiling the smile of a woman fucked well. "How was that?" 

"Fucking hot, that's how it was!" Samantha's mouth blurted out before her brain could process the words. "You gotta teach me some of those moves you were making girl!" 

"Thank you," she replied, an unexpected blush coming to her light skin at the compliment. "I think we're bonding quite nicely. But there's a slight problem. Ty babe still hasn't cum yet. He's amazing, so much stamina! Still though, I think we need to rectify the situation." 

"I agree completely, but we have some unfinished business of our own. I still haven't tasted you yet." 

"Is that so? Well, I'm right here. Come and get it," Bianca said, rolling off of Tyree and landing on her back with her legs spread wide. 

In a blink Samantha was going down on Bianca. She didn't tease, she didn't waste time. She was focused on using her mouth to repay in kind the sensations she'd received from Bianca earlier. Bianca was up on her elbows watching Sam go to town, riding the sensation and enjoying every second. As that familiar feeling built up in her loins she looked for her future husband. He was watching the scene with a smile, his erection ever present. She crooked her finger at him. "Oh shit, Ty. Come over here baby." Eager to obey, he moved over to her. She took his cock into her mouth, sucking enthusiastically, moaning and humming in pleasure. 

Samantha felt the bed shift when Tyree moved, causing her to look up. There he was, shoving his dick into Bianca's mouth with reckless abandon. He grabbed a fistful of her hair, intent on puncturing her throat with his member. Mirroring her mate, Bianca reached down to grab Sam's head, pushing it down into her wet pussy. Samantha was up on her knees, furiously fingering herself. There were no words left to say, the trio was lost to the rhythm of the night. Moans of pleasure echoed off the walls of the massive room; their voices blended in the harmony their bodies were desperately trying to achieve. There was no more outside world; their universe had shrunk until all that was left was a bed and each other, each trying to experience as much pleasure as possible while giving the same. It was impossible for the feeling to persist forever, but they savored the time they had, made the most of it. 

Tyree was the first to break the cycle. Having gone the longest without cumming, given the amount of sexual energy coursing through the moment, it was a wonder he'd lasted as long as he did. His body stiffened as he released more cum than Bianca could keep up with. Her cheeks bulged with the effort of trying to swallow it all but some still trickled from the corners of her mouth. His orgasm triggered Bianca's; her orgasm triggered Samantha's. The sense of fulfillment, of completion traveled through them like an electrical current. They'd achieved sensory overload; they slept through the dawn.