0 comments/ 118408 views/ 4 favorites Friend's Wife By: jmorgan There are a couple of things you never expect to hear your friend say, "Would you be willing to fuck me wife" is probably at the top of the list. But that's exactly what my friend Brian asked me as we were walking down a fairway playing golf last week. My wife and I were back home for Thanksgiving and I was spending some much needed time away from the family when Brian dropped that bomb-shell on me. Brian and I have known each other for about 10 years, and the only contact I have ever had with his wife is when she answers their phone or a few minutes inside of their house when I was picking him up to go to a ball game or whatever. I have always thought Brian's wife Donna was an attractive lady, and I knew she worked out all the time. I even saw her in a two piece workout outfit a few times and thought to myself that Brian was a lucky guy. But before Brian's question I never thought of Donna in a sexual way. I didn't exactly know how to respond to his question. At first I thought it was just a weird way of asking if I thought she was attractive so I said, "You're one lucky son-of-a-bitch, Donna's pretty hot. A lot better than you disserve." We both laughed then he said, "I'm serious. If Donna wanted to fuck you would you do it?" I didn't say anything, I just looked back at him trying not to fall over after such a shocking question. After a few seconds of awkward silence Brian launched into this story about how he found Donna chatting on the Internet. One morning he heard some unusual noise coming from their office and peeked through the slightly open door without her knowing that he was watching and Brian saw his sweet, innocent wife stripping in front of their web cam. He couldn't see what she was typing or reading, but it wasn't hard to figure out with his wife sitting there half naked and masturbating. He told me that he didn't say anything to her about what he saw, especially since later on that day she gave him a blow job while he was watching TV then climbed on him and they had what he said was their best sex ever. A couple of days after he saw her in front of the computer Brian did some digging and found a bunch of emails and pictures from guys and girls. There were erotic stories and a lot of quick notes thanking her for a great time on the Internet. Brian was shocked to say the least. So was I, listening to a story I was more likely to read in Penthouse Letters then hearing from one of my best friends. When Brian finished telling me about his wife's secret online life my mind wondered back to his original question, and I began to think if he really was serious about me sleeping with Donna. After a few minutes of silence as we continued our round of golf Brian said, "So you never answered my question. If Donna wanted to fuck you would you do it?" "Why do you want to know?" was my response trying to duck the question. Brian's answer shocked me more than his story about catching his wife online, "After I found those emails I asked Donna about them and told her that I wasn't upset or jealous, but that I just wanted to know why she started going to the chat rooms. She told me that she was curious about how other people made love since she had only been with me and thought that this was a very safe way to find out." I kind of knew what was coming next and realized then that my friend really was asking me to have sex with his wife. As I suspected, Brian asked his wife if she ever wanted to be with someone besides him and that conversation led to both of them deciding that Brian should ask me. My mind was racing. I am married myself, so not only did I have to consider if this would ruin my friendship with Brian but I was also worried about what would happen if my wife found out. I must have been thinking without talking for longer than I realized, because Brian made some comment about never seeing me speachless for so long. "Look I know what you are worried about. Tina would never find out and as long as you and I never speak about it I think we could just act like it never happened," Brian said as we walked up the last fairway. He added, "Look if you don't do it she's going to end up with some asshole that she meets on the Internet or some other random guy. At least I know she's not going to be fucking some psycho or get infected with some disease." Figuring that since these two had discussed everything else that they must have at least partially planned the meeting I asked, "So where would we get together?" Brian laughed, "I knew you always wanted to fuck her you horny little bastard. What about right now? I can bring you back to my house then disappear for a while." As we drove home my head was spinning. I felt exactly like I did the day I lost my virginity in high school. The anticipation of knowing what's about to happen but not knowing exactly what was going to happen. It was such a rush. I don't remember talking to Brian on the way to his house. My friend called his wife on the way home and told her that I had agreed to do it. As I listened to his end of the conversation images of Donna began running through my mind. The ones of her in the workout clothes stood out the most, which got me even more excited and began to get the blood flowing below my waist. I was really looking forward to seeing Donna naked. I was shocked when I felt the car pull up the curb and into their driveway. I guess I was really caught up in those fantasies because I didn't think we were near their house. Brian sat there completely silent looking straight through the windshield as he stopped the car. I hesitated for a minute to see if he was going to say anything. Not a word. So I got out of the car and headed for the side door just a few feet away. I heard the car back out of the driveway and gently knocked on the door. "It's open," came from this sweet voice inside. I opened the door to find a stunning vision standing in the kitchen. "Lock it behind you and follow me," was Donna's response to my open mouth glare. She was dressed in a body stocking with a sheer robe left un-tied, it was one of the striking things I have ever seen. Her body was nearly perfect, toned but curvy in all the right places. As she turned to walk her I couldn't help but stare, she looked just as good from the back as she did from the front. I followed my friend's wife into the living room where she grabbed my hand and led me to just in front of the sofa. Donna rubbed her hands down the side of my arms gently tracing my biceps. She grabbed the bottom of my windshirt and lifted it over my head then pulled my polo shirt over my head to leave me standing there naked from the waist up. "You have a great body," she said and moved in to kiss me. I felt Donna's tongue trace my lips as we began to kiss. She started to suck my tongue into her mouth and she moaned as my hands drifted down to squeeze her ass. Her hands rubbed my chest, she traced my nipples with her finger nails then slid down further and unfastened my belt. Our kiss had grown into a wild make-out session and before I knew it she had my pants around my ankles. Donna broke our kiss and backed away then gently pushed me down onto the sofa. She stood in front of me and seductively removed her robe then turned around and slid the body stocking down to the floor. Stepping out of her lingerie she turned to face me. Donna paused for a moment because she saw me staring at her perfect body, then bent down and took my cock into her mouth. My friend's wife was an amazing cock sucker. She traced my cock with her tongue while massaging my balls then when she had me completely hard she sucked me into her mouth. Donna had this look of intensity that I had never seen on a woman in that position before, she was really into it. After a few minutes of this incredible action I was holding back, trying not to cum, but I guess she sensed that because she began to suck harder and started using her hands along with her mouth. There was no way I could hold out any longer. I looked at Donna's face just as I started to cum, and I could swear she looked more excited than ever. Without even making an effort she swallowed every drop and left my cock in her mouth, massaging my balls for a minute or so after I was finished. Without saying a word Donna stood up and climbed onto the sofa. She was standing with her feet on either side of my legs, leaned toward my face and put her hands against the wall behind us to support herself. She moaned and ground her shaved pussy into my face as I began to suck on her clit. I ran my tongue over her lips as I began to massage her clit with my fingers. I entered her with my tongue and Donna almost slammed into my face. I extended my tongue as far as possible inside her and she began to fuck my tongue. Her moans were getting louder and her movements faster. I reached my free hand up and squeezed her tits together. I could feel her muscles tighen around my tongue and draw me farther inside of her. "Fuck yeah, ooohhhhhh.....Fuck meeeeee.....Fuck meeeeeee," Donna screamed as she began to orgasm. I continued to rub her until she stopped grinding against my face, and she just stayed in that position for a while. She moved back away from my face, pushed my head back and looked down at me, "I have never been able to cum from oral sex, that was amazing." Donna then slid down into my lap and kissed me. I was beginning to think that my fun was over. Especially when she got up and asked if I wanted something to drink. "No, I'm fine," was my response as I watched this angel walk into the kitchen. When Donna returned she stood in front of the sofa and reached out her hand, "I hope you don't think I'm finished with you. I told Brian to give us at least two hours, and I haven't even fucked you yet." I grabbed my friend's wife hand and she led me toward their bedroom. To be continued........ Friend's Wife Ok so some background info first is in order. I grew up in Ohio with Steve, great guy. At 24 he has had his share of bad relationships, and then some. So when he brought this girl up from a visit to South Carolina I was expecting more of the same. Kerry was cute as can be... 19 years old, 5'7, dark brown hair, about 36D, fantastic ass and a great figure all around. Only downside is as with most gorgeous women... she was a bitch more often than not. I guess after I while he figured it was time and asked her to marry him. She accepted and on the marriage went. They rented a little place and started the husband/wife life. I have a fiancé of my own, 5'2 blonde pleasantly plump cutie. Since their place was so close to ours they ended up hanging out with us about 90% of the time and we all got pretty used to each other. The fighting started about a month into the marriage. Basically their personalities clashed a little, combined with Steve not knowing how to handle putting someone else opinion with or before his own and acting like he was still single... going out with his friends and not calling etc... the kind of stuff that pisses wives off. Only being a student at the time, my fiancé working, and Steve off doing who knows what Kerry and I had a lot of time to talk. Being the type of person I am easy to talk to and we could talk for a long time. Well after a while she started to realize that I was treating her the way she wanted Steve to treat her. Not sure if she told him that or not but he started to get a bit jealous of the time we spent together. We told him it was just friends stuff and nothing to worry about. This was the truth... at the time. ************************* One day in the middle of the summer I was planning to drive my fiancé up 300+ miles to visit her family for a week and since I can't stand most of her family I was driving back the same night. I asked Steve to ride along with me for company on the ride home. Kerry wanted to come also and I said it was fine so off we went, long drive with lots of jokes and fun on the way up there. When we dropped my fiancé off and started home they were both in the back and whispering for a little bit and after all that Steve told me she wanted to fuck him in the back seat while I was driving! Well I'm a bit of a freak anyway so I said I didn't care and have at it... so I hear zippers and shit coming undone and after a little longer the car starts bouncing up and down. With the help of the rear view mirror I had a great view. He had me beat by a few inches but obviously wasn't great at using it. He was just sitting there and she was bouncing up and down fast and when she looked up and saw me watching two things happened, her face registered shock, and she immediately started cumming. On down the road after they were done and cleaned up I took the back seat and they got up front with him driving, her playing DJ. A couple hours into the drive she fell asleep looking out the window. It was dark by now and I hadn't had time to get any before we left so with the scene of her back in the back cumming playing through my head I was hard as a rock... but no one could see. I got kind of ballsy and reached up between the seat and the side of the car and laid my hand on her shoulder. It was so dark and with her and the chair in the way I wasn't worried about Pete seeing anything. So I lightly started tracing my fingers along her neck. She moved a little and I stopped for a second thinking of a way to explain it if she woke up pissed. But she didn't seem to have woken up so I continued... up and tracing along the edges of her lips. Still no movement so I went even farther, parting her lips slightly with my finger. I was shocked when I felt her open her mouth a little on her own. No wonder she hadn't moved, she was awake! I took that as an invitation and slid my finger a little into her mouth. She closed her lips around my finger and lightly started sucking, slowly running just the tip of her tongue up the side of my finger. It was so sexy. My cock was throbbing. "Kerry!" Steve said. I pulled my finger out and thankfully no slurping sound came with it. "Wake up and put a different CD in." So she turned and picked out a CD we all agreed on and she sat back and turned back towards the window! I put my hand back through and she moved he head slightly and flicked her tongue a few times over the end of my finger... nibbled a little on the side and then without missing a beat she was "awake" again and talking for the rest of the trip home. ************************ A few months later some things he had done in his past came back and bit him in the ass and off Steve went to jail, and then sentenced to prison for 4 years. Kerry couldn't keep the place on her own and ended up moving in with us for a while. In all this time neither of us had said a word about what happened in the car, not even to each other. It was like it never happened. Until one day a few months later we were both sitting on my couch watching tv, Amy was at work. She asked me "That night in the car when we were taking Amy home... why did you put your finger in my mouth?" It was so out of the blue I didn't know what to say at first... I ran through a few things quickly in my head wondering how much shit I was going to get into. Then I remembered how she had responded that night. So I told the truth. "Because you are gorgeous and you have beautiful lips... Plus after the show you put on I was pretty worked up." She blushed such a deep red I had to smile; my comments hit the right mark. 'Thank you." Was all that she said. The next day I was headed off for classes, dressed nice and looking good. I'm 6'2 and about 240 lbs solid... football player build. As I came through the kitchen and sprayed on some cologne I could have sworn I caught her checking me out, but she looked away before I could be sure. So I said "see ya later" and winked at her as I headed out. She smiled and said "bye!" I got around the block and realized I left my glasses at home. When I walked back in she asked rolling her eyes and smiling. "What did you forget?" "Nothing cutie just couldn't stay away from you!" I flashed a smile and went to my room for my sunglasses. I picked them up and started back out and almost ran over her standing in the doorway. She looked a little uneasy... I asked her what was wrong and she said "I have wanted to do this for a year..." She walked up to me close, put her hands on either side of my face and kissed my lips. Just a quick peck and she started to back away before I knew what was going on. I reached around her waist and pulled her back to me, I said "If you have been waiting for a year you deserve better than that." I had one hand on the small of her back and the other around the side of her neck guiding her where I wanted her and pulled her back to my lips, softly kissing her, lightly I licked her lips and slipped my tongue in her mouth, massaging her tongue with mine and sucking on it a little, my hand worked down to her ass and I squeezed a little raising her up on her tip-toes, her tits against my chest and she moaned low... that's what I was after! I broke the kiss and let her go. Her eyes were still closed and when she finally opened them I winked at her and said "I hope it was worth the wait" and then I was out the door and gone. The night went on and after I got home she was on the computer and I went to my bedroom and lay down. Amy wouldn't be home for hours and my door was shut... I popped in a porno, lost my shorts and shirt, and sat back in my boxers. My cock got hard fast and I was starting to get into it when my door opened! I clicked off the tv and as the room got dark I pulled the blanket over me and I felt Kerry climb into bed with me... I had been sitting back against the headboard with my legs spread and was still in that position with the blanket over me. She didn't say a word. But she got under the blanket and sat between my legs and leaned back on me. I know she felt my cock pressed between her side and my leg but she didn't seem to care, so we sat there for a while before she reached over and gently took a hold of my cock. It sent shock waves through my entire body. Lightly her fingers danced on the underside just past the head of my cock. It felt so good I let out a quiet "mmmm" and she immediately stopped and I could feel her smile in the dark... she started to get out of the bed! I realized she returned the favor for my leaving her hanging earlier and grabbed her by the hips and pulled her back, she was giggling. "Payback is a bitch huh?" She laughed I didn't say anything but sat her back down the way she was and I leaned down and lightly kissed her neck, once, twice... lightly blowing along her collarbone and I could feel the goosebumps rise on her arm and leg. Her breathing sped up and I could feel her pulse quicken in her neck, against my lips, I sucked a little. And a sigh came, I smiled and reached around the front of her, taking one of her tits in my hand and squeezing it gently. I wanted more contact than that though, I let my hand fall to her hip and slipped under her shirt, fingertips lightly dragging up her side making her squirm. I guess she had removed her bra some time earlier because when I got there it was all skin. She had bigger nipples than Amy, I loved it. I ran my thumb around her nipple barely touching it still kissing her neck and extracting little whimpers. I rolled her nipple between my thumb and forefinger pinching slightly Another moan. Sliding down her flat stomach I reached right inside her jeans and on top of her panties... my middle finger stopping right on her clit. "mmmmm yea.." was all she had to say. I started slow circles around her clit with my finger, sucking gently on her neck and caressing her tits with my other hand. Her hands were clutching at my thighs and her back was arching after a few minutes, faster circles, rubbing her clit harder and nibbling a little on her earlobe she let out a loud moan and started cumming for me, nails in my thighs and writhing around, I kept my hand working on her pussy all the way through her orgasm and as soon as she could breathe right again she climbed out of the bed and went to hop in the shower. I just sat there with my cock as hard as a rock and said "oh well." I waited and took it out on Amy when she got home. After 2 and a half hours of straight hard, hot fucking she laid there panting and asked. "What got into YOU tonight?!" So being the couple that we are, we occasionally like another to join us in bed... So I told her. "Really? I wouldn't have thought she would do that... Interesting" she laughed **More to come** Friend's Wife Anil and I have been friends since childhood. We grew up together and drifted apart after college. We met recently after almost 10 years. His introduced me to his stunning looking wife Namrata who is a 5"7 tall Sardarni with a clear rosie complexion. I was very taken by her looks and her gorgeous figure. She is pretty and voluptous and knows she is extremely sexy and held my attention. I could not help thinking how Anil kept her happy - they have 2 kids 6 and 9. Upon coming home I masturbated 4-5 times thinking about Namrata's hard pointed tits. She has a round butt is not overweight at all. Last evening Anil and I met at my place for some old time gup shap and we drank a little extra -He said he had been meaning to speak with me about something very personal. I encouraged him to speak. "Yaar - Namrata was very happy to meet you. She was excited about meeting a friend who knows me since childhood." Then he proceeded to say " Lately, Namrata and I have been sharing a very kinky fantasy. I want to watch her having sex with another guy. Maybe, we could do a threesome. She gets very excited about it but is not willing to try and nor have we been able to find anyone special we would try it with. Then he winked at me and said she wanted to know if I was really as large and thick as she thought I was. Then we got hot talking about you and how she would respond to you fucking her - she was hot and begged me to fuck her - she has not ever asked me to fuck her. When I fucked her- she was wet as never before and when we spoke about you she came hard, very hard. "I have been trying to get Namrata to open up and I want to watch her getting fucked - but I can only do it with someone I trust and she has to like the guy. That night as soon as you left she got naked and has never given me a better blow job - when I was fucking her, we kept calling your name - and we both came with so much force. I have spoken to her and she has agreed to, provided you are ready too". I was so aroused by this talk - I said - Hell, I have been masturbating imagining about her. he then took out a very thin silk panty and said - this is her gift to you - you can have her any time. saying this he called Namrata and said - jaanu - tu idhar aah jaya - aaj teri choot Buddy ke lund sey chodney ko tyar hai kya? I heard her say something and I looked down and saw that Anil had a little lump in his pants. After about 1/2 hour later, the door bell rang and I saw Namrata at the door. My heart skipped a beat - she had a very low neck - plunging blouse that showed her ripe round pointed breast. her saree was tied six inches below the navel and her smooth skin over her stomach was exposed. she came close and smelt great. gave me a tight hug - her breasts had flattened against my chest. I was aroused instantly. I asked her to come sit on the sofa by me - and asked Anil to go get us a drink which he did. Anil looked at Namrata and said - are you ready? She looked at me and smiled. He said - Buddy aaj is ki dil baar key choot maar. Aaj raat hum yahin rayenge- aaj raat Namrata saari raat tere se chodegi - kyon Namrata? She only smiled and looked at me making my lund go crazy. I looked at her and saw that she was aroused.. my hand went to her boobs and I pulled her to me - we deep kissed and exchanged some saliva - then she started to moan and gasp. Taking my hands to her breasts- she said please - jor sey press karo mera mummu ko. Then I felt another pair of hands - this was Anil opening my belt and trousers and then my underwear - his hands snaked and felt my throbbing cock and he massaged me and pulled the skin from my cock head. Then he started to take off the saree off Namrata and then her petticoat and finally her very wet panties. Then he said to me - main upni biwi ko tere liye nangi kar rah hoon - yeh tera maal hai - jish tehar se chodna chattay hai - chod daal is ko. Namrata had a trimmed pussy and he opened her lips and then he brought her hand down and I almost came in her silky soft hands as she started to massage me. Now he pushed her down and he took my cock and guided it into her mouth - very soft lips engulfing my throbbing cock - his hands were trembling and he was now fingering her pussy - she was moaning and gasping - after a little while he told her to lie on the sofa and then he opened her legs wide and told me - kitney chikni hai meri biwi - bilkul tyar hai tera lund sey chudney key liya - aaj tu is ko itne chodh ki is ki pudhi deeli ho jaya.. Saying this he smiled at me and said - aaj raat yeh teri amanat hai - isse itne chodh ki yeh yaad rekhey. Tera lund isko khub majhey degha. Her legs were wide open - wantonly thrown open. I could see that she was aroused as I could see some glistening drops of wetness. A light musky aroma of her sex was hitting me hard. I looked into her face and said - are you happy and ready for this Namrata? She said Buddy - I want your cock so bad ever since I have met you and Anil wants me to fuck you like an animal...are you ready for me? I bent down and starting to massaging her inner silken thighs and she closed her eyes and started to breath raspingly. I bit on her nipple and she winced in pain. Ohh maa! please jor sey daant kaat meri mammme ko Offfffffff mma - mein aaj tak itni gheeli nahi howi hoon - Anil ka lund chotta hai par tera lund to mujhe chir kar rak degha. Saying this she took my cock in her hand and started to massage it and feel its thickness and then her hands felt my shaved balls and she brought her tongue and licked my pre-cum and then took my cock in her mouth and started to suck hard and slurp loudly. An elegant lady - but so wanton and slutty - the thought was making me go nuts! She then lay bak on her back and opened wide her legs and I could see her pink pussy open up. She said - please fuck me Buddy - I want you to fill me up with that cock - then she looked at Anil and asked - help me guide his thick lund into your wife's cunt. I took my swollen cock which was like mahnet moving towards her pussy. With one hand I felt her wet pussy and opened her lips wide and with the other I guided my thick cock dripping with pre cum. I had never felt myself so huge and thick..I pushed back my foreskin and the shiny bulging head become more swollen and thick - she was watching this and her eyes were lusting - she pulled me and said -I cannot take this teasing anymore - just fuck me hard - I want your thick cock in my pussy please. I put my cock in her swollen folds and the silken touch almost made me cum but I held on - I was now three-fourth inside her and she was arching her back high - her ass in the air. My balls were being licked by Anil. She begged me with a sob - please Buddy fuck me hard. I entered her with force and she started to moan and soon my pumping made her moan louder and louder. Her hands went to the railings of the bed and she brought her legs up and around her head - giving me full and open access to her pussy. My cock was now pumping her so hard that her head was banging against the railing and making her scream harder. her pussy was wet and tight but movement in and out was making the loud slurping sound - then she screamed and her hands flew to hold me head and bring it on her face and she almost sucked my tongue out as both od us came hard and loud - filling her up with my cum. Part 2 to follow.. Friends Wife And I In My Semi Thought I would share this with you and see if we can get this group started properly. This happened over New Years weekend 2005. It is posted at wifelovers.com for Greybeard, and I am posting it here with there permission. I have promised GreyBeard that I would post this so he could read about my weekend that I spent with him and his wife, so hear it is. First let me tell you a little background to this. I first met Greybeard online about 3 years ago. Greybeard is a truck driver, and so am I. I came in contact with him after seeing some pictures he took of his wife flashing truck drivers. We had chatted several times and met for dinner once. At that time my wife was extremely ill. She passed away do to complications of her illness in June of 2003. We stayed in contact with each other and had tried on different occasions to get together for dinner, and possibly for a little adult entertainment. Unfortunately our schedules never really made it possible, until this last New Years Eve. Do to some scheduling issues, I was going to have to spend New Years weekend in a truck stop. I mentioned that to Greybeards wife when we were chatting online. The truck stop was only about 3 hours from them and she suggested that they could come and get me and I could spend the weekend with them. It was a wonderful weekend, they made me feel perfectly comfortable as a visitor in there home. We spent some time in bed together, but unfortunately my performance was nothing to brag or write about. This was not only the first time I had ever been with a couple, but the first time I had been with a woman since my wife's illness, almost 15 years ago began, and also I had never been with any other woman but my wife. So needless to say I was so nervous I could hardly keep an erection, so the weekend for me was a lot of teasing, and mostly 2 days of intense foreplay. It was good, but like I said nothing to write home about. During the weekend I mentioned that on Monday I had to be in the Upper Peninsula of Michigan. I also knew that Greybeard had to head out of town, so I asked if it would be alright if his wife joined me on my trip, as she had told me she had never seen the Mackinaw Bridge. They both thought it would be fun, so Sunday morning we went up and picked up my truck and headed for the U.P. of Michigan. Unfortunately do to the schedule and my nerves, and driving 11 hours on Sunday, I was exhausted, so we only had a little time to play that night but Monday night was a nother story all together, so let me tell you about that night. We drove back from Michigan, and heading through Wisconsin, so we stopped in a truck stop in Green Bay, WI so I could take my required 10-hour break, a shower, and get some food. Mrs. Greybeard joined me in the shower. It was wonderful having a woman washing my back, we held each other, kissed, and let the warm water just flow over us. As we stood there, she washed my cock, and slowly stroked it, making sure it was nice and clean. Knowing that I wouldn't be able to take to much of that, I suggested we head back out to the truck and get comfortable. As soon as we got back out to the truck, the cloths came off and we got on the bunk. We atarted wiht some long, slow deep kisses. I caressed her breasts, kissing each nipple, drawing it into my mouth, feeling it get harder to the touch. Mrs. GB was, breathing deep, and slowly stroking my cock that was now getting nice and hard. As we lay there just enjoying the touch of each other, I had remembered that she had once asked me how big I was. I really didn't know so I told her that I would get a cloth tape measure and she could measure it some day when we were together. I got up, kind of abruptly, and dug through my bag and found the tape. I turned to the bed and handed it to Mrs. GB, and we both laughed. She then took my cock in her hand and measured the length, 8 inches, and then measured around, 6 inches. (Now if I remember my math, the diameter (thickness) is equal to the circumference (distance around) divided by PI (3.1416) (6/3.1416=1.9) so that gives me a length of 8" and a thickness of almost 2". After she was satisfied with the measurements, she lightly started licking the head of my cock. Now I am uncircumcised, so the head of my cock is extremely sensitive, and the feeling of having her tongue lightly touching, licking. She then opened her mouth and tried to take as much in as she could, sucking, in and out, licking. It was incredible. My hips started rocking back and forth, slowly fucking her mouth, deeper, as she was still trying to take all of it in. I had one foot on the floor, the other on the bunk. I took my hands and held the back of her head, and started fucking her mouth. She was working her tongue on the tender head of my cock as it came out and then plunged it back into her mouth as far as I could get it to go without gagging her. Mrs. GB finally just laid back on the bunk, looking up at me with hunger in her eyes, and said "Fuck me, fuck me deep, fuck me now!" Well by this time, after close to 3 days of foreplay, and being together so I wasn't quite so nervous, those were the most beautiful words that I had ever heard. I reached down with my hand and felt her hot pussy. It was so wet, and warm to my touch, and as I slowly inserted a finger, she took a deep breath and closed her eyes. The feeling of her wet hot pussy wrapped around my finger, sliding in and out, making sure it was ready for me. I would use my thumb to lightly brush her clit. I wanted to make sure that I could bring her to a climax, because I was afraid I wouldn't last very long at all. My father always said a woman always comes first, so I wanted to make sure that I did as I was told and she would cummmm first! After a minute or to working my finger in her, she reached out a grabbed me by my cock and said, "Fuck me with this!" Mrs. GB started guiding my cock towards her dripping, spread pussy. It felt like electricity as my cock first touched the outer lips of her pussy. It had been so long, and I had never touched anther woman that way. I slowly started pushing the head of my cock into her, little by little. She was so tight around my cock, I was afraid it was going to hurt her. I could only get a couple of inches in and new that we were going to have to get something to help. She had some lubricant with her, so I took some in my hand and greased up my cock and started working my cock into her. It took a couple of strokes but I wanted to give her a fucking she would remember. Finally I was able to get full, deep strokes. Allowing my cock to almost come out, then plunge it deep into her tight pussy. At one point I had to stop. I knew that I was so close to letting loose, and she wasn't quiet there yet. When I did, she wrapped her legs around me and screamed, "FUCK ME NOW' DON'T STOP NOW, CUMM IN ME!!" and she pulled me deep into her. It took all the strength and concentration I had to not just let loose in her then, but I was determined to get her off too. I took one hand and began to lightly finger her ass hole. Hoping this would help bring her to her climax. She started bucking back, meeting my thrusts. I started sloiding my finger deeper onto her ass, trying to match the timing of my cock when it was coming out, my finger was going in. I was certain that neither one of us was going to last much longer, so I took my thumb and shoved it up her ass as my cock was plunging in and she started to scream that she was "CUMMING!" That was all it took for me, my cock plunging deep into her pussy, my thumb-fucking deep up her ass, my cock began to throb and shoot big hot globes of cum deep into her pussy. She was shacking, I could feel her pussy contracting around my cock, milking every last drop out of it. Finally I collapsed on top of her, holding each other, totally exhausted and completely drained. It was one of the most wonderful evenings I can remember in so many years. We fell asleep in each other's arms. It wasn't until we woke up a little while later, to clean up the bed, and ourselves, that we thought about the fact that the truck had to have been rocking, and I know that other drivers in the truck stop could hear what was going on. We both laughed and wondered if we had an audience earlier or not. It really didn't matter to either of us, the only thing that did was that we had one incredible evening fucking. I am looking forward to being able to visit with Greybeard and his wife again, real soon. If any of you ladies are interested and going on a short trip with me drop me a note. Possibly there is a couple that has always fantasized about sex in a big truck. Drop me a line and we can maybe work it out for you. I live in Mich, and routinely run between Mich, In, Il, Iowa. I am real, this story is true and I am looking for other real people and experiences. Lets get chat and see what happens. DickDriver56 Friend's Wife Catches Me It was just a few weeks ago. I was back in my hometown visiting some old buddies. And you know how old buddies are, so the first thing we do is get some drinks and go to over to Matt's house. When we first get there Matt's wife, Julie, is getting ready for work, she's a waitress. She's not wearing any socks or shoes and her sexy white feet are topped off with the perfect shade of red nail polish. As she applies her makeup she's oblivious to me, her bare feet and sexy make up start to give me a little boner. I worried what my buddies would think so I went to the bathroom to "take care of it," if you know what I mean... As soon as I close the door in the bathroom and turn on the lights I see a pile of Julie's dirty clothes on the floor: Pants, thongs, spaghetti strap shirts, and best of all socks! I always steal a sniff of a girl's sock when I can get away with it. So while I'm sitting on the toilet with my pants down, I pick up one of the white ankle socks. It's a little grey and dirty, but still cute. I put it up to my nose and am blown away by the intoxicating scent. Now most girl's socks smell either dirty and sweaty, or sweet and perfumy; well, somehow, hers did both at the same time. A slightly flowery smell, but still full of that overpowering sweat that makes me weak. I hear Matt's car leave the driveway, so I assume he is taking her to work and it's safe to keep going. So I start to lightly stroke my cock with Julie's dirty sock smashed up against my nose when BAM all of sudden the bathroom door opens and Julie is standing there. I was so horny I forgot to lock it! I quickly dropped the sock, but there was no hiding it...Julie knew what she had seen. "Eww!! What are you doing you little loser!?" she yells at me. I'm too dumfounded to answer, so I just tuck my penis between my legs hoping she hadn't seen my boner yet. She walks over to me and picks up the sock and holds it up to my face as I sit on the toilet. "Where you smelling my dirty sock you little perv?" she says. I'm helpless, even a few inches away I can still smell her sock and on top of that I look down so I don't have to look her in the eye and I see her sexy red toes standing there on the bathroom rug. "Don't look at my feet!" she yells, "Answer me! Were you jerking off to my dirty sock!?" I meekly shake my head yes and barely manage to squeak out a "sorry." Now she turns around and locks the bathroom door. I don't know what she is doing now. She turns around quickly, whipping her blond hair to the side and says "Open your legs." "HAHAHAH No wonder you like feet! No pussy would ever want that little thing!" I start to go even softer since she is making fun of me. "Aww what's the matter? little baby boy can't get a stiffie? Aww poor wittle baby..." She then smirks with an evil look in her eye and dangles the sock in front of my face, "Maybe if I give you my dirty sock? Huh bitch boy, how would that help your little small dicklet out?" She grabs my head from behind with one hand and shoves the sock over my nose and mouth with the other. I can't breathe anything but the smell of her sock. She was right, I got rock hard, but it still wasn't enough for her. "That's still all you can get up for me? HAHAH What a fucking loser! I bet you're a one minute man, too!" She mocks, "Hell, I bet you could even be a 10 second man!" Then she grabs my cock with her sexy hands and red painted finger nails and slowly strokes around the base. "Breath in" she coos softly. I breathe in all the aroma of her sock and she starts to jack me off with perfect skill. She does it up and down, big long, firm strokes. I'm so close to cumming and it hasn't even been a few seconds yet. I guess she knew how close I was because the next thing she says is "You little dicked bitch...CUM!" and I instantly squirt my pathetic load all over my own leg. She laughs so loud "HAHAHAHAH What a fucking loser, you came on your leg!" She scoops up a little bit with her finger and then removes the sock from my face and shoves the cum in my mouth. "I can't believe how pathetic you are" she says as she walks out of the bathroom just as Matt gets back home. Friend's Wife Takes Control I hadn’t see Jim since college where we had been room mates in the dorm. I had traveled to San Francisco on Business and contacted Jim before leaving to see if we could get together. He insisted that I say has his place so that we could have time in the evening and so that I could get to know is new wife. I arrived on Saturday so that I could rest up before the week of work and to have some time with Jim to reminisce about our four years’ in college. Jim and his wife met me at the air port and drove me to their home. Jim’s wife was a really cute slim woman with small perky breasts. Jim caught me looking over his wife and smiled with appreciation. The ride from the airport went quickly as we got caught up all that had happened since graduating when we lost touch with each other. We had exchanged Christmas cards but not much else. I had missed his wedding because I was overseas on business. It felt good to renew our friendship. That evening after dinner Jim and I sat in the living room drinking beer and telling college stories. Finally, Jill joined us with a beer in her hand and sat next to Jim. As we told stories she asked questions with a focus on Jim’s sexual exploits in college and his different girl friends. After a few more beers Jim’s face looked mischievous and turned to his wife and asked if she would like to know about some of our most interesting sexual exploits. From the look on his face I knew what he was talking about and quickly tried to change the subject and convince Jim to not share those secrets. Jill knew that something juicy was being talked about and urged him on as she squeezed his arm. Jim couldn’t resist and stated telling Jill about our mutual masturbation experiences. He started with the first time that he caught me jerking off in the door one afternoon and continued with stories of us jerking each other off when our girlfriends watched. I had expected his wife to be angry or upset by the stories and could feel my face turn red with embarrassment. But Jill did not get upset, quite to the contrary she became increasingly interested and excited. I could see her nipples harden against her blouse and realized that she was being turned on by these stories. And it was no surprise that my own cock was now swelling with excitement. After a while Jill leaned close to her husband’s ear and whispered. Jim smile widened as she whispered to him. He glanced toward me and his head was moving in agreement as his wife talked. After she finished whispering Jim exclaimed, “Jill you come up with the best ideas!! I love you!” I eagerly asked, “Whats going on here? Let me in on the ideas.” Jim looked at me with a broad smile telling me that I would love the idea and then told me that Jill wanted the two of us to masturbate in front of her and to jerk each other’s cock. I was shocked and couldn’t respond right away. Jill was nodding yes and smiling and then chimed in. Come on Eric don’t be shy!! I really want to watch the two of you do it the way you did it in college!!” My immediate reaction was to shake my head no and exclaim that I would be too embarrassed to do “it”! Jim and Jill kept at me and finally after being urged by his wife Jim stood up and started undoing his belt and pulled his pants off. His shirt was quickly removed and then his t-shirt and shorts. His cock was swelling and Jill reached up and fondled it lovingly as she looked at me and pouted saying, “Please Eric, take off your clothes and show me how you and Jim used to jerk each other off in college.” I don’t know if it was the beer or seeing Jims swelling cock or Jill’s cute pouting, but I lost all resistance and stood to remove my clothes. Jill giggled and clapped her hands as Jim moved toward me. When my shorts came off my cock sprang out stiff in front of me. Jim’s cock was still semi hard and he and Jill both laughed with excitement seeing that I was rock hard. As Jim came near me Jill moved to the edge of her chair and told me in a rather firm voice to make her husband hard. I was reaching down to hold his cock when Jill spoke again telling me to bet on my knees. I complied feeling quite excited by the firm control Jill was exercising. Jim stood still looking down at me I could see his cock throbbing and reached up to hold his cock and balls. His breathing accelerated as my hand closed around his nice cock which swelled quickly. His balls were churning rapidly and his sack grew tight and wrinkled. As I started stroking I glanced over at Jill to see her hand move between her legs as she stared at me smiling. She then ordered me to stroke him harder. Jim spread his legs and put his hands on his ass as his hips started moving. His cock was incredibly hard and curved and I could feel that he wouldn’t last long. Jill commanded that I make him cum fast and hard. I jerked his cock with long hard strokes as I fondled and squeezed his balls. Jim started moaning and his hips thrust harder. I glanced again at Jill and saw that she was masturbating her self through her pants and one had was not inside her blouse. She smiled at me and then in a quiet voice and eager smile told me to make Jim cum on my chest. We didn’t have to wait long. Jim was now jerking his body back and forth as my hand slid rapidly along his shaft. Suddenly Jim jerked and screamed as a massive stream of cum shot from his cock hitting me on my chest as I kept beating his cock hard and fast. Jim seemed to nearly lose his balance as the remaining spurts of cum shot from his cock. I could feel his hot cum oozed down my chest when I heard Jill gasp and moan. Looking over I could tell that she was also cumming. After Jill and Jim removed from their intense orgasms, she ordered me to sit in the chair and told her husband to jerk me off. I raised from the floor my cock still rock hard and settled into the chair my ass on the edge of the seat. My cock was pointing straight up and I could tell that my balls were tight to my shaft. Jim kneeled next to me and reached for my cock and balls. I sucked in my breath as his hand closed around my cock and started stroking. I looked over at Jill as she stared at her hubby stroking me. Her blouse was now fully open and her bra was pushed up. Her breasts were perfect. Her nipples were hard and puffy and I could tell by how she touched her breasts that they were very sensitive. It was so exciting to see her watching me being jerked by her hubby and fond memories of college returned to me. Even though I had jerked off with other men occasionally after college I had not had the pleasure of doing this with women present. I knew that I wouldn’t last long as Jim started jerking my hard and fast his fingers teasing my balls. My hips rose and fell as I was being jerked and I moaned loudly. I could take my eyes off of Jill’s breasts and face as she stared and enjoyed the scene. She was again masturbating herself through her pants and I hopped that she would cum again as I started spurting. Jim rubbed his cock against my leg as he jerked me and this excited me. Suddently Jill spoke up loudly in a very demanding voice, “Jim suck Eric’s cock NOW!! Jim stopped stroking me and look toward his wife with a look of total surprise. Jill didn’t let him protest and repeated her order this time louder and firmer. Jim hesitated and Jill rose from her seat and walked close to us. She grabbed Jim by his hair and pushed his head toward my cock as she yelled, “Suck that cock Dear!! Suck It! Take it all into your mouth fucker!” Jill pushed hard as I watched Jim’s mouth move closer to my cock. His lips parted and I felt him suck me in. I gasped as I stared. Jill pushed down hard with one hand while her other was inside her slacks masturbating her pussy rapidly. She then started jerking Jim’s head so he moved up and down. She then turned to stare at me ordering me to fuck her husband’s mouth. I hesitated and she yelled at me her eyes flashing. My hips started moving up and down and I could feel my cock head reach the edge of Jim’s throat as he gagged and pulled back. His lips were sucking my cock as his hand also stroked. The combination of all that was happening was too much and I knew I would explode. Jim realized what was cumming and quickly pulled away as the first massive spurt of cum exploded form my cock splattering over Jims face. Jill yelled and jerked as she came. He pushed against her husband to steady her self as the next spurt of cum exploded from my cock against Jim’s face. My hand has joined Jim’s and we were both jerking my cock hard and fast. As the last drop of cum oozed from my cock Jill collapsed in the chair near by and Jim rose my cum oozing down his face to his chin where a large drop was forming. Jim smiled and shook his shoulders. I smiled back and asked where I could clean up. Jim led the way out of the room and directed me to the guest bathroom as he headed upstairs to the other bathroom. After showering I returned to find Jim and Jill kissing passionately in the hall. They turned and smiled at me with joy. I hadn’t known what to expect after this group experience but my mind was put to rest when I saw them smiling. I also suspected that there was more sexual pleasure awaiting me the next few day. Friends - Wild Party "Party, what kind of party?" Rachel Green's ears perked up as the word party slipped out of the strangers lips. His hand fumbled around in his trouser pocket for a few seconds until he produced a business card sized slip of paper, which he then handed to her. "Its nothing much really, just a few guys getting together and having fun but it's going to be blast!" Rachel studied the piece of paper as she listened to the handsome stranger -- it was simple piece of paper which just an address written on one side. "Your friends can come too, if they want" the stranger added giving her a wink of his eye for added emphasis. Rachel looked across at Monica and Phoebe who were seated on the couch in the Central Perk coffee shop where she worked as a waitress. She had on a very short skirt, her long legs were clad in black stockings and she wore a tight fitting top -- the only thing that made her look a waitress was a small apron which was she had tied around her waist. "Count me in!" Phoebe exclaimed with a smile plastered across her face which quickly disappeared when Monica gave her a dirty look. "I really hope you can all make it -- it's going to be a great party, all the in crowd is going to be there." Rachel looked at the the address on the paper again before turning to face him. "Maybe we will, Maybe we won't" she replied with a mischievous smile on her face. "Well I hope you all can make it." He glanced at each one of them before turning on the spot and walking towards the door. His hand had grasped the door handle when he stopped and turned back to face them. "Oh by the way them that Jeff invited you!" and with that he opened the door and left. Rachel sat down next to Monica, her hand waving the slip of paper the handsome stranger had given her. "See if you wait they come to you -- did you see how cute her was?" "Don't tell you are actually thinking of attending this party?" Monica asked. "Yes, why can't I go?" "Don't you think its strange that a man you have never seen or met before, not matter how handsome or cute he is walks up to you out of the blue and invites you to party?" "No it's happened to me lots of times." "Lots of times?," Monica crossed her arms, giving Rachel a questioning look. "When has it happened to you?" "Well there was the time....," Rachel slightly raised one eyebrow as her mind raced trying to recall an occasion but she always knew there was none -- in the end she tried to hurriedly make up a story in her mind. "and there was the time.." She was silent for a moment, stalling for time before defeated she exclaimed "Ok ok there has never been a time but it was bound to happen sooner than later!" "See!, " Monica brought her hands together and sat back on the couch, with a satisfied expression on her face. "I thought as much, I just think this party might be a scam or something." "Well I'm still going and so is Pheebs -- isn't that right Phoebe?" Rachel turned her head to face Phoebe who was sitting in the armchair adjacent to the couch. Phoebe uncrossed her legs and sat forward in the armchair. "Yep I'm coming for sure.," She nodded her head as she spoke. "You should come with us Monica." "I don't know." Rachel put her hand on Monica's arm before giving it a gentle shake. "Come on Mon, come with us you need a good night out, it will get your mind off Richard." "I'm over Richard thank you!" Monica replied curtly. "Yeah sure you are!," Phoebe interjected. "That's why you stayed in your room for a whole day and night crying and eating a whole tub of ice cream!" Monica's eyes widened as she turned to face Phoebe with her mouth open in shock. "How did you know that?" Phoebe sheepishly turned away before she replied "I have my sources!" "Rachel how could you tell!" She gave Rachel a slap on her legs as she spoke before folding her arms in disgust. "Yeah yeah you know I can't keep a secret to save my life, who else was I going to tell!" She shook Monica gently with one hand "Now are you coming or not?" "Oh all right I'll come with you, but it better be a great party!" "Great!.," Rachel replied standing up looking around. "Now I think I'll better get back to work." AT MONICA'S APARTMENT...... "Wow you look fantastic!" A smiling Phoebe Buffay stood in the open doorway of Monica's apartment. She wore a short yellow dress, her legs were clad in white stockings and on her feet she wore a pair of yellow high heels. Monica noticed that her blonde hair was done up in a ponytail as she strode confidently past her into the apartment. "Why thank you," Phoebe replied as she sat down on the couch, before Monica closed the door with a bang. "Oh sorry you look great too!" she added almost as a afterthought. "Thank you!" Monica replied as she sat down next to her -- she wore a black dress that ended just above her knees and on her feet a pair of black heels. "Where's Rach?" "She is still in her room getting ready," Monica replied looking at her watch. "If she wants to get to this party she'd better hurry up!" The last few words were shouted in the direction of her room. "Ok ok!" Rachel shouted out from her bedroom. "I'm glad you're coming Mon it wouldn't be as much fun without you!" "Thanks Pheebs," Monica replied as her eyes nervously glanced at her watch again "But nobody will be going anywhere if Rachel does not hurry up!" "Ta da!" Monica and Phoebe both turned their heads at the same time as Rachel announced her presence when she finally stepped out of her room. She had on a lime green dress that had a long split up one side revealing her long legs were clad in black stockings -- to top off her outfit she wore a pair of black high heels. "Well how do I look?" Rachel asked as she performed a three hundred and sixty degree spin as if she was a model on a catwalk. "Wonderful, wonderful!," Monica rose from the couch and picked up her purse. "We better get going to this party of yours, we are already half an hour late!" "You look great Rachel!" Phoebe said as she stood, picking up her purse from the coffee table. "Thanks Pheebs!" Rachel exclaimed. "At least I'll know I'll get compliments from one of you!" Monica strode past them to the front door before turning the handle and holding it open. "Come on we better hurry!" she said looking at her watch again. She watched as they both scampered past her out of the apartment, before she walked out shutting the door behind her. LATER...... They exited from the cab after a twenty minute ride to the outlying suburbs of New York, an area of the city that none of them had visited or had heard of before. The address turned out to be a well maintained two storey house, with a small front garden. Monica eyes scanned the house as they all stopped just before the short concrete path that led to the front door. It looked like to her that there was no sign of life inside the house as all the windows had either blinds or curtains drawn, letting no light escape to the outside. She pricked up ears in an attempt to hear any signs of a party but she could only hear the normal nocturnal sounds of the neighbourhood. "Are you sure this is the right address?" Monica asked. Rachel searched in her purse for the slip of paper that Jeff had given earlier in the day at the coffee shop. "Here it is," She looked briefly at the address on the paper before looking up again at the street sign nearby and then at the house number. "Yes it's the right address, see -" Rachel showed Monica and Phoebe the address on the slip of paper. "It's definitely the right address." she added. "The house looks deserted and is strangely very quiet for a place that is supposed to be having a party!" Monica replied. "Well we won't know for sure unless we go inside!," Phoebe remarked and she began to walk down the pathway towards the front door. "Come on." She gestured with her hand for them to follow her. Rachel followed leaving Monica waiting at the start of the path -- she watched as they walked slowly down the path and it was not until they were almost halfway towards the front door that Monica decided to join them. She hurried as quickly as she could to join them as they made their towards the front door. "Glad you decided to join us!" Rachel exclaimed when she caught up with them. "It better be a bloody good party!" Monica replied. Rachel smiled as they walked the remainder of the path, their high heels making a sound that seemed to echo throughout the area each time they took a step. They climbed the small set of stairs with care before stopping as they reached the front door. "There's no doorbell!" Monica said, her eyes scanning the door and its surrounds. "Just knock on the front door!" Phoebe suggested -- she turned slightly to face the front door, raising her hand and before anyone could stop her knocked two or three times. They waited for what seemed minutes for any response to Phoebe's knock on the door, their three sets of eyes all glued to the front door of the house. "It doesn't look like anyone is -" Monica was interrupted as the door swung partly open and the face of a man appeared in the doorway. "Yes.." Rachel took one step forward and in a slightly nervous voice said "Jeff invited us to the party." It was as if they words she spoke were a magic spell -- suddenly the door swung open all the way and the man stepped out to greet them with a broad smile. "The party's upstairs ladies -- just follow the noise." They walked into a sparsely furnished lounge room which contained only a television and a couple of armchairs before stopping just before the stairs. "Second door on your right upstairs, you can't miss it ladies" the smiling man said as he closed the front door behind him. Monica noticed that he stood with his back to the door as if to prevent them escaping. "Second door on our right," Phoebe repeated watching as the man nod with his head. "Come on girls lets party!". She started to climb the stairs, followed by Rachel with Monica close behind. They could hear music getting louder as they approached the door in question, gathering as a group in the hallway just outside. "Ready?" Rachel asked, her hand grasping the door knob -- before Monica could say anything she had turned the handle, opened the door and walked inside followed quickly by Phoebe. Monica stood outside the room, the loud music now blaring out filling her head adding a distraction as he mind raced debating whether or not to step into the room, into the 'party' to join her friends. She stood or what seemed to her to be minutes but was only around thirty seconds before she took a deep breath and stepped inside the room. The room seemed to be filled with men either dancing or in small groups gathered around what appeared to be four kegs of beer at one end of the rectangular shaped room. Monica could only see two other women in the room surrounded by men as they danced and she quickly made a count, estimating that there must be around twenty men in the room. Monica quickly made her way to where Phoebe and Rachel were standing, their smiling faces surveying the scene in front of them. "I think you have got us invited to a college frat party!" "What?" Rachel shouted her eyes glued to the party, not even bothering to to turn and face her room mate Monica was not sure if she had not heard her because of the loud music or simply because she was engrossed in the goings on at the party. "I said I think you have got us invited to a college frat party!" she shouted directly in her ear. Rachel shrugged her shoulders in reply. "So what these guys are cute, I'm staying." "What's wrong?" Phoebe asked tearing her eyes away from the party. "Monica thinks this is a college frat party!" Rachel shouted. "Really? I never got to go to college, this looks like fun!" "You want to stay?" Monica replied surprised. "Sure after living in a box on the pavement most of my life I had always wanted to go to college, so this is the next best thing!" A loud voice that came from behind them interrupted their conversation. "You ladies ok?" They all turned around to see Jeff, the man from the coffee shop standing there holding three full cups of beer in his hands. "Yes," Rachel replies her face breaking out into a smile. "Yes we are!". He handed out the three cups, giving them each one -- Monica accepted hers with a slightly shaking hand. "I'm glad you ladies made it, feel free to join in the fun any time. Food and beer are over there." He gestured with his hand over his shoulder. Monica looked on as Rachel and Phoebe each took a swig of their beers, their eyes glued to Jeff as he stood before them. "Hope to see you on the dance floor, I'm not a great dancer but once the music starts I can't seem to control myself!" He playfully performed a few robot moves, moving his arms and legs on the spot. She watched as Rachel and Phoebe let out a small laugh at his robot dance antics before Jeff turned and started to walk away. He had only walked a few paces, when he turned around. "One more thing," he said giving them a wink off his eye. "Don't forget to have fun!" and with that he turned, before being lost in the crowd of people. It was around five minutes later when Monica felt a tug on her arm. "Me and Pheebs are going to dance, join us Mon!" Rachel said as her hand still tugged at her arm. "No," Monica replied as she pulled her arm gently away. "I'll stay here for while and just watch." "Are you sure?" "Yes go -" she had no time to finish her reply before Rachel and Phoebe promptly hurried off into the crowd and started dancing. Monica stood with her barely touched beer in her hand, her foot reluctantly tapping to the loud music watching Rachel and Phoebe dance. She had always known that Rachel was a great dancer but this was the first time she had seen Phoebe dance -- her arms and legs were flailing about wildly as she gyrated her hips to the music. It reminded Monica of the time she had seen Phoebe jog in her daily run through Central Park. Her mind was so involved in watching Rachel and Phoebe dance that she failed to notice Jeff until his face popped up in front of hers. "Hello" he said giving her a gentle wave of his hand. Monica jumped slightly, surprised by his sudden appearance. "Sorry?" Monica replied regaining her composure. "Anything wrong? You're standing here all alone while your friends are having fun." Monica could not help but notice his piecing blue eyes as he stood in front of her -- she seemed to lose herself in their brilliant colour before snapping herself back to reality. "No I'm fine thank you" she replied not knowing why she was feeling nervous. Jeff softly enclosed her free hand with his before pulling her gently towards the dance floor. "Come on and have a dance, once you start you won't be able to stop!" Monica pulled her hand free from his in one quick movement. "No thank you, I don't dance very well." She watched him as he stood before her, the loud music that was booming out across the room filling her head making it hard for her to think. His hands reached out again grabbing her on the arm more firmly, without hurting her in anyway. "I won't take no for an answer, you will have some fun tonight if it kills me!" he exclaimed as her dragged her across the floor towards the dance floor. Monica felt her feet move reluctantly as he dragged her on to the dance floor -- at first she stood not moving or dancing, watching him dance opposite her on the crowded dance floor. She noticed his blue eyes again as his dance moves filled her field of vision, appearing to sparkle in the soft light of the room. Her feet and arms began to move slowly, in a slightly cumbersome way like a rusted robot that has not moved for centuries. "I thought you were just going to stand there and watch the master dance!" he said as he danced around her. She let out a small laugh as her dance moves improved, feeling her body loose up and letting her body move to the music. Her mind forgot about Phoebe and Rachel dancing in some other part of the floor only a few feet away -- for all she cared they were miles away. She did not know how long she danced or how many beers she drank during the night but as she danced she was in world of her own, totally surrounded by male flesh. They were content at first, to dance around Monica keeping a respectful distance but with each passing minute edged closer and closer. Monica watched as the men dancing around her move closer and closer, their gyrating bodies making occasional contact. They moved around her, like a group of starving lions hedging in a helpless prey before they hungrily ripped it to shreds. She felt their bodies grind and rub against hers at times individually, at times as a group -- skin made contact with skin as her mind forgot about her initial nervousness, her body now dancing and moving without restriction, feeling as one with the music. She could see the men crowd around her and Monica edged her body closer making contact with their bodies, rubbing and grinding together in a highly erotic version of a dance contest. She could feel hands glide up and down her legs as she danced, before the hands began to slowly lift the hem of her dress. Monica pushed the hands away out of instinct, a whispered "No!" slipping quietly from her mouth. She could feel their bodies rub together as they danced, her petite frame now almost hidden from view, completely surrounded by dancing male bodies. The closeness of their bodies seem to generate a heat in her body that threatened to overwhelm her, taking control of her thoughts and bodily actions. Her arms made a feeble attempt to stop another pair of hands as they slid under her dress, swiftly moving between her legs rubbing the thin silky material of her panties. Her body convulsed in pleasure as the fingers rubbed against the thin material, the flimsy fabric which was the only thing separating the fingers from the sensitive soft skin of her pussy. Monica turned her head to look behind her, in time to see her dress lifted up and scrunched up around he waist. She shivered slightly as a pair of cold hands slid her panties down her legs to her knees, before a face was buried in between her legs. "Oh god .....fuck!!" The words escaped from her mouth as a loud scream but she could not help it, as a tongue began deftly probing at her pussy. Monica could hear the men around her, even above the loud music make comments like "God she's gorgeous" and "What an ass!" as she felt a hand softly slap on her rear. She could not believe what was happening to her - here she was standing in the middle of a dance floor with her panties around her knees, surrounded by male flesh while her pussy being expertly eaten out. Her body trembled as the tongue flicked around the soft skin while his lips and teeth teased and played with her sensitive clit. She watched, her eyes wide as her hands were guided to two large erect members just in front of her. Monica bent over slightly, letting her hands tentatively wrap around their shafts -- slowly they began to travel up and down, her fingertips feeling the heat emanating from each rock hard cock as they travelled along each shaft. Monica peered upwards for just a moment, catching sight of Jeff's piercing blue eyes as her hand slid along the shaft of his cock. "Didn't I tell you will have fun tonight?" "This wasn't the type of fun I had in mind!," Monica replied as a cheeky smile spread across her face. "But I'll take it anyway!" She opened her mouth wide, guiding his cock into her mouth before closing her lips around his shaft as it slowly slid in. Her head began to bob up and down on his shaft letting it slide down her throat each time, her tongue and lips playing with the sensitive head of his cock. Friends - Wild Party "Ohhh fuck your mouth feels so good..." Jeff's loud moan trailed off as her speed increased, letting his cock pump into her mouth until she was out of breath. Monica let his cock slip from her mouth, before taking a few deep breaths when her eyes caught sight of Phoebe. Her yellow dress was scrunched up around her waist, the crotch of her panties was pulled to one side while she straddled a naked man savagely pumping his cock into her pussy. His body lay on a mattress that they had scrounged from somewhere, with her white stocking clad legs spread far apart which together with her hands were resting on the mattress for support as he fucked her. Monica watched as her blonde pony tailed hair whip across her face as she twisted her head from side to side letting the cocks of two more naked men who stood either side of her, slide into her hungry mouth. She had never seen her friend like this, her green eyes almost glowing in the light as if she was possessed. Phoebe Buffay had lost contact with Rachel early on in the night, almost from the time they had stepped onto the dance floor. She had decided that she was going to make up for lost time, even if this was not a frat party for she had never had the opportunity to go to college and experience life as part of a fraternity. Her wild dance moves, with her legs and arms wildly flaying about attracted attention to her early on and it was no long before she was encircled by a bevy handsome young men "My own welcoming committee!" Phoebe had exclaimed as the men appeared as if from nowhere circling around her, dancing in a sensual and provocative fashion. She had danced non stop through the night, allowing their bodies to rub and grind together as they danced, her body often totally obscured from view by male flesh. Phoebe had never felt so alive, so full of passion as she danced allowing herself to be fully immersed in the music. It was halfway though the night when Phoebe watched wide eyed as the men slowly slipped off their clothing as they danced around her. Strangely she did seem to notice their strip show until they had removed their last item of clothing, before standing naked before her. "My god you're naked!" she had remarked placing her hand across her mouth in shock. They had approached her slowly, her eyes immediately noticing their erect members swinging to and fro as they walked. Phoebe felt their hands glide up her silk stocking covered legs, every touch of their fingers producing an shock like sensation pulsing inside her, before sliding up inside her skirt. The fingers rubbed the soft material of her panties in between her now trembling legs, at times now struggling to hold her upright. Phoebe could feel their fully erect members brush past her legs as she was surrounded by their naked bodies. Hands roamed her shaking body freely, exploring her dress covered body in wild almost uncontrolled movements and she could feel every touch of their fingertips through the thin material of her dress. She uttered a soft moan as the hand between her legs now slipped inside her panties, teasing the soft sensitive skin of her pussy, before slipping inside. Her body began to almost spasm and shake wildly as if she was having an epileptic fit, unable to control her bodily movements as the hand between her legs pumped in and out her wet hole. "Oh fuck-" her almost breathless scream was cut off as she felt a hand yank her ponytail hard, causing her head to jolt back -- a pair of lips meshed with hers, the force of the kiss initially surprising and confusing her. A tongue invaded her mouth, swirling about in her mouth like a blind snake lost in the dark but her surprise soon dissolved quickly as she responded in kind letting her tongue slip inside his mouth. The passionate kiss seemed to her to last forever, with their tongues performing their own separate dance, entwined together in their own lovers embrace. Never one to mince her words as soon as their lips had parted and with her lungs hungrily sucking in air, Phoebe announced in a breathless raspy voice "Fuck me....please.." She looked into his face for the first time, into his brown eyes ablaze with passion, his stubble coated face displaying an expression that was a mixture of a sneer and a smile. "Do you want me to fuck you?" Phoebe simply nodded unable to reply as her body felt like it was about to explode from her insides out as his fingers continued their assault on her pussy. Her hands automatically reached down and began to stroke his cock and the one of the man beside her, her fingertips feeling the roughness of their skin as they travelled along their shafts. She then watched amazed as a mattress was dragged towards them before being laid out just in front of them, landing on the floor with a thump -- her body somehow trembled even more as he slipped his fingers from her panties and she watched as he lay his naked body on the mattress, his erect cock standing like a flagpole. "You do come prepared don't you!" she joked as she walked over to him, straddling his naked body. Phoebe rolled up her dress, scrunching it up around her waist before reaching down and pulling the crotch of her now drenched panties to one side. "Always be prepared that's my motto, you never know when we need this old thing" he replied as one hand patted the mattress and the other stroked his cock in anticipation. He watched as she bent her knees slowly lowering her body towards the inevitable collision of his cock and her pussy. She placed one hand on the mattress to steady herself, while grabbing hold of his cock with the other, guiding it to the entrance of her wet hole. The head of his cock rubbed against the soft skin of her pussy sending shivers of pleasure cascading through her body, before she allowed her body to drop impaling herself on his member. "Oh god ...oh my fucking god!" Her scream was loud enough to be heard above the music that was still pumping throughout the room. "Are you ok?" he asked a slight ripple of laughter in his voice. "Yes...yeah.." Her voice came out sounding as if she was struggling for air, barely audible above the music. She had allowed larger cocks into her pussy before, but his seemed to drive deeper inside her body making it extremely hard for her to breathe. It did not take her long to regain her composure, moving her body about with his cock embedded inside her until she felt comfortable and secure. Phoebe opened up her stance, her white stocking legs spread out in front of her, planting her high heels on the mattress as firmly as she could -- she let herself lay back, letting the palms of her hands join her feet on the mattress. She sucked in a couple of huge mouthfuls of air before she could speak again. "Fuck away!" The words had barely slipped out of her rose coloured lips when he began to pump his cock into her, using his hips and knees for added power. Her body vibrated as his cock slid in and out of her, the full length of his shaft disappearing in her pussy with each stroke -- through shaking eyes she watched as the two other naked men stood either side of her, letting their members playfully whip across her face. Phoebe had let the words "Oh my!" slip from her lips before the first cock entered her open mouth pumping in and out in a furious burst before she turned her head, letting the other cock slip into her mouth. Saliva dribbled from her mouth as she turned her head to and fro, letting each man have a turn to pump his rock hard member into her mouth -- as she turned her head she could see that what was once a party had turned into moaning mass of colliding and writhing naked bodies. As she was being fucked, she watched with stunned eyes the scenes playing out before her -- on one side of the room she could see Monica, the remains of her dress around swinging violently around her waist as a man standing behind pumped his cock into her pussy. Phoebe could see he legs bend and almost wilt with every powerful stroke, wondering how her petite frame could withstand such punishment. She could see the expression on her friends face as the cock slammed into her -- at times her mouth formed a 'O' shape, at times her face displayed a almost improbable strange expression of pain and pleasure mixed together. Her two outstretched hands held onto the cocks of two naked men standing just in front of her, but Phoebe guessed she was hanging onto them for support more than anything else. Phoebe's eyes caught sight of Rachel for the first time since they had both stepped onto the dance floor many hours ago. She was lying, naked except for her black stockings on top of man whose cock was driving into her pussy while another man standing behind her drove his cock almost at a vertical angle into her ass. To finish off the scene, her tongue was busy lapping at the pussy of a strikingly beautiful woman, who with legs spread wide open had knelt down in front of her. Phoebe had to smile when she thought that Rachel was never the type of person to do things by half measures -- even when she was being fucked she went all out, never taking a backward step. Rachel Green had planned to dance the night away but as usual she discovered that things don't always go to plan, especially for her. It was a little over halfway through the night that she found herself on her knees on the dance floor with two naked muscular men alternately pumping their shafts past her lips and down her throat. A steady stream of saliva trickled from her mouth down her chin, drenching the top of her dress as each man rammed his cock into her willing mouth with no letup, giving her almost no chance to breathe. Her brown eyes peered up at the naked men standing before her as they drove their shafts down her throat -- one had blonde hair, blue eyes but wore a stud through his nose and the other had brown hair, unshaven and was not too bad looking. She wondered to herself of how she seemed to get into these type of situations too often nowadays, but the thought soon disappeared from her thoughts when she found herself roughly pulled to her feet. Rachel found herself pulled up onto her feet with a sudden jerk, her legs swaying under as she stood, trying hard to not topple over. Their hands swarmed all over body with one of them roughly pulling down the zip, located on one side, of her dress. "Hey be careful this dress cost me over two hundred dollars!" she exclaimed once she had gotten her breath back. "Sorry I'll buy you a new one!" one of them replied, his face showing a devilish non caring smile. Rachel watched her dress slide slowly from her body on to the floor below leaving her dressed only in a very sheer pair of bra and panties plus her black stockings. Her body shivered and trembled slightly as she felt their fingertips move slowly across her soft skin before a hand slipped between her stockinged legs. The crotch of her panties was pulled to one side, then in one sudden movement a cock slid into her and began pumping with almost brutal strokes, leaving her unprepared body seemingly instantly devoid of air. Her body doubled over, bent forward at her waist trying desperately to regain her composure, trying to draw in any semblance of breath as his cock penetrated her pussy with a speed and power she had not encountered before. Her high heels at times slipped on the wooden floor, her stockinged legs threatening to collapse from under her as he fucked her -- she could feel his thumb or finger slip into her ass hole adding another sensual dimension to her brutal fucking. "Oh god...oh god," her voice came out breathless and raspy, sounding like she had just learnt to talk and breathe at the same time. "Yes.....yes..fuck me...oh go-" Rachel's moans of pleasure were cut off as a cock slid into her open mouth, the full length of the shaft disappearing down her throat. Her eyes peered at the smiling face of the unshaven man, feeling like a harpooned whale with his shaft buried down her throat -- her hands which had hung almost lifeless at her sides, now pushed at his hips until his cock slid out from between her lips. She watched a gossamer like tendril of saliva form, stretch between the head of his cock and her lips, before in an instant it was gone. Her lungs sucked in huge mouthfuls of air, trying in vain to replenish her empty lungs. "Playing rough huh?," she asked as she spat out a mouthful of saliva. "You nearly choked me!" His cock swung just in front of her face, teasing her as her body shook as the cock slammed from behind into her pussy. "You know you liked it!" he replied brazenly before his cock slid into her mouth again, sliding in and out at speed. He was right -- she indeed like to be fucked hard and rough, although she would never admit to Monica and Phoebe or even Ross. She preferred to be dominated, loved being used a man's personal fuck toy where every hole was repeatedly pounded until her body was exhausted or sore all over or both. Rachel tried desperately to maintain her balance as her body was fucked from both ends -- the man slamming his cock into her pussy from behind had grabbed her arms, pinning them to her sides, leaving her relying on her long legs to keep her upright. The loud music and flashing lights seem to fill her head and throw her senses off balance, providing a almost surreal setting as her mouth and pussy were filled with man meat. However the music had the added effect of overpowering every else, making it extremely difficult to communicate or hear anything. She felt the cock slip out of her saliva drenched mouth before a hand under her chin lifted her head up slightly. Hey eyes peered into the face of the unshaven man, his unkempt hair looking like it was waving in time with the thumping music. She could see his lips move but her ears only could catch a few words that cam out. "It's my..........fuck.......you......" was all that she could hear. Rachel watched as he lay on his back on the floor atop a nearby pile of clothes and as he was making himself comfortable he lifted his head, smiling in her direction before pointing with his hand towards her and then to his erect cock. She wiggled free from the cock in her pussy, taking a moment to regain her equilibrium as she attempted to stand on up on her two wobbly legs -- taking great care she slipped off her bra which hung loosely around her waist and peeled her soaked panties down her legs, raising each foot carefully in turn to slip them off her high heels. Just for the briefest moment she felt self concious standing there completely naked, except for her black stockings and high heels even in the midst of the naked hoard on the dance floor -- but it soon disappeared as she straddled his naked body. She stood above him, her long stocking clad legs shaking slightly as her hand slowly rubbed the soft skin of her pussy. He raised himself slightly off the floor, grabbing her hips with his hands pulling her down onto him. Rachel fell on top of him, using one hand to slow her fall until she felt her knees softly hit the floor -- she could feel his rock hard cock between her legs, rubbing gently against skin of her pussy, sending chills through her body. She looked into his eyes before bending down, letting their lips met in a passionate kiss, her nipples rubbing against his bare chest -- as their lips parted she whispered directly into his ear. "Fuck me!" Rachel raised her body by slightly extending her legs before reaching down with one hand, wrapping her fingers around his shaft. His hands held her aloft by holding onto her hips until she guided his cock to the entrance of her pussy. "Ready?" she could hear his shout. She simply nodded her head before letting her body drop slowly, feeling his well lubricated cock easily slide into her pussy. The soft silk material of her stockings grazed against his naked body, as she took a few deep breaths to compose herself -- she planted her high heels as best she could on the floor as their bodies started to move together, almost in perfect unison. Rachel could feel his cock slide in and out of her pussy as she raised her body by extending her legs while he pumped up from below. The silk material of her stockings rubbed against his naked body as she rose and fell adding another sensual dimension to her fucking as she cast her eyes around the room. Rachel couldn't help but smile as her eyes came across her friends, each one caught up in their own sexual escapade. She could see the normally reserved and shy Monica Geller now completely naked on her hands and knees on the floor -- her glistening petite body shook as a man drove his cock into her ass hole at a near vertical angle while she hungrily attacked the cock of a man lying just in front of her. She had never seen her best friend like this, her eyes seemingly glowing with lust, her moans of pleasure loud enough to be hear above the thumping music -- she watched the large cock slide in and out of her ass, her legs spread wide apart to counter the powerful strokes. She only had to turn her head slightly to see Phoebe Buffay in action -- naked except for her white stockings and one high heel which clung miraculously to her right foot, her body was almost completely enclosed in naked male flesh. The mattress that they were all lying on seem to bounce about an inch at a time into the air as two cocks serviced her pussy and ass simultaneously with brutal and powerful strokes. Rachel had always thought of Phoebe as a wild child, a person that found it difficult to control their emotions, anger or otherwise -- for what see could see at the moment she knew she was not wrong. Her perusal of the room was interrupted when she felt his hands slide onto her bare back, pulling her down onto his body. Her breasts rubbed against his chest as he began to pummel her pussy with barrage of powerful strokes. Rachel lay on top of his chest with his arms around her body, her head resting on his shoulder as he slammed his cock into her, each stroke producing a loud 'slap' sound. She could feel his hot breath on her neck as he fucked her, one hand sliding down the small of her back, his fingers sliding into her quivering ass hole. "Ohhhh fuck!," her voice sounded like she had been lost in desert, dry and raspy for not having a drink of water for days. "Oh god yes.....fuck me!" He could feel her body shake as it lay on top of him, wrapping his arms more tightly around her body to ensure she did not slide on to the floor. "You like that huh?," His voice sounded as if it come from directly inside her head as his cock pumped into her pussy like a jack hammer out of control. "You like my cock fucking your sweet pussy?" Rachel did not respond at first, feeling his cock slide in and out of her pussy at almost unbelievable frenetic pace, making it difficult for her breathe in a normal manner. Her breasts lay against his bare chest with her stocking covered knees on the floor, with one hand outstretched on the floor in front of her -- the other hand held a tenuous grip on his hip. "Yes....-" The words she wanted to come out stopped suddenly as she felt a cock slide between her ass cheeks and drill into her ass hole. She lifted her head off his chest, twisting her head to look behind her as the cock in her ass started to pump -- her eyes watched the cock slide in and out from between her ass cheeks as if in slow motion, her body thrown into a quandary not knowing how to react. "Shit!," Her cry was partly muffled as the two cocks pumped together into her ass and pussy, a wave of intense pleasure sweeping her body as collapsed back onto the chest of the man below. "Oh my fucking god!" Rachel's mind raced with her past sexual experiences trying to remember if anything had felt as remotely as good as this -- she remembered the time she let a customer fuck her spread eagled on the couch after closing time at the Central Perk coffee shop or the time she joined the mile high club after a cute guy mistakenly walked into the toilet she was in during an international flight and even the very first time with Ross -- but they had felt nothing like this. Her whole body felt like it had pins and needles and was about to explode from the insides out as the the two cocks worked her over with brutal efficiency. Friends - Wild Party She had allowed her sweat drenched body to be rolled over in the reverse cowgirl position, easing the cock from below into her ass hole. She spread her stocking legs as wide as she could as the man standing naked before her carefully eased himself between her legs, guiding his cock into her pussy with one hand while the other he used to balance himself. His hands wrapped around her body, pulling her close to him as he started to pump, their nakedness rubbing and grinding together in a sort of erotic embrace. Rachel felt her body shake and buck in all directions as the two men she did not know fucked her -- she was not able to say anything even if she wanted to and the only thing that slipped from her mouth were several loud long groans. It was at this point that Rachel first saw her -- through shaking eyes she watched her approach wearing nothing but an unbuttoned white blouse revealing a gorgeous pair of breasts and an extremely short mini skirt. The only other item of clothing she wore was a torn white stocking on her right leg -- she guessed the other stocking must have slipped off during the night. Her long black hair seem to blow about gently in the air as her feet made no sound as she walked the short distance between them. Rachel stared at her almost as if entranced as she stopped just before their heaving and groaning mass of naked bodies, noting that she had cum dribbling down her neck onto her breasts. "Looks like you're having fun!," the woman ventured giving one of the men a soft smack on the back. "Mind if I join in?" She lifted a leg, carefully swinging it over the naked mass of bodies by rotating her body, until she had successfully straddled them -- positioning herself above Rachel, her hands lifted her short mini skirt revealing a glistening pussy but no panties. Rachel let her eyes peer upward as her body shook violently as her ass and pussy were drilled by the two young men. Her view was filled with the soft wet skin of her pussy as the woman bent her legs at her knees, slowly lowering her body towards her -- she lent back, her tongue instinctively letting loose with a flurry of long strokes. "Fuck that's it .......lick my pussy!" the woman exclaimed as the tip of Rachel's tongue just managed to flick the soft outer skin. She lowered her body even more, balancing herself by placing a hand on one the men's shoulders until her pussy was in easy striking distance of her tongue. Rachel senses was intoxicated by the sweet smell of the femme fatales pussy as her lips and tongue let loose with furious attack that surprised even her. She would later tell Phoebe and Monica that she had never felt as horny and turned on as she was now with her pussy and ass being attended to by two well hung young men while she ate out the pussy of a gorgeous woman. "Oh god fuck....." the woman's voice at first wavered and then trailed off as Rachel tongue and lips invaded and played with her wet hole. Her body trembled with delight as lips teased her clit, gently biting and pulling at the sane time. Her unbridled attack on her pussy ended soon after when both women were rolled onto their hands and knees on the floor, their naked bodies side by side. Rachel felt a tongue invade her ass hole causing her body to squirm in delight as it delved inside and flicked the edges of her sensitive sphincter. Soon after her stockinged legs nearly gave way when a cock slid into her now gaping ass hole and started to pump at a near vertical angle. She lifted her head, twisting around to look behind her as she felt a bead of sweat run down her neck and her bare back. "Is that all you've got!" she exclaimed with a cheeky smile on her face. She could feel his hands on her ass cheeks as his cock slid ever faster into the once small opening that was her ass hole, plunging ever deeper with every downward stroke. Rachel spread her legs even further, in one last ditch attempt to prevent her body crashing to the floor as his cock split her ass cheeks like a runaway pile driver. "How's that?" he asked out of breath, sucking in mouthfuls of air. "Good enough?" Rachel, lost in her own little world did not respond straight away -- she could feel every drop of his sweat as it dropped onto her bare ass slipping in a trickle down her ass crack tickling her as his cock slammed into her ass like man possessed. Her hand grazed the remnants of her black silk stockings as it slid between her open legs, rubbing the soft skin of her hot dripping pussy -- every stroke of his cock felt like it was trying to drill right through her body, at times leaving her breathless, gasping for air. "Fuck ...yeah!" The words came out from her mouth slowly as she turned her head, her eyes looking across at the woman next to her to see she was in the same 'predicament' - her head and shoulders lay on the floor with her legs held aloft as the man stood between them, thrusting his cock into her ass with exaggerated wild movements of his hips. Their eyes met suddenly, each giving each other innocent smiles before Rachel leaned over her, locking lips in a passionate kiss. Their soft lips meshed together with seemingly every ounce of arousal and lust that both women felt erupting in one hot unrestrained moment of passion. Their lips parted with a series of quick kisses, each time their lips touching only for an instant as if each of them were unwilling to let the moment end. Rachel could not tear herself away for the other woman's lust fill eyes even when she felt the most intense wave of pleasure hit her body. It started in small waves flowing rapidly through her body before building to a tsunami like effect that felt like her inside were about to explode. "Fuck.....oh god!" Her cry of pleasure sounded hoarse as she struggled to remain on her hands and knees, struggling to breathe as the cock slid slowly out her ass -- it was only few seconds later when she felt the first drops of his hot white bounty land on her backside, trickling down onto her backside. She let herself collapse onto the floor, her head coming to rest on the stomach of the woman next to her gasping for breath, a satisfied smile plastered across her face. Monica Geller could not believe the change that had overcome her during the night -- for a woman that was obsessed with cleanliness she had gone done a slippery slope to depravity and filth. Her petite naked body was covered in sweat and dirt as she rode Jeff's cock embedded deep within her ass, as if she was riding a bucking bull in a rodeo. Her long black hair flew about wildly as her head turned every which way letting the rock hard cocks of three naked young men she had only met during the night slip repeatedly past her lips. Saliva dripped from her mouth in thin long tendrils as unable to control herself she hungrily opened her small mouth to accept their shafts, like a rotating clown head at country carnival show. Jeff's cock pumped into her ass with such force that at times she felt like she was weightless, her naked body lifted bodily into the air - her legs, spread open as wide as she could for to try and maintain her balance, were lifted several inches off the floor with every upward stroke. "My you're a slippery sucker!" Her shaking sweat covered hands slipped off a rock hard shaft as she tried her fingers tried in vain to run along its rock hard length. She smiled, peering up at his face as her hand grabbed his cock again more firmly this time, wrapping her slender fingers tightly around his shaft -- his sparkling blue eyes seem to watch her every move, his young face showing a expression of utter sexual pleasure before she leant over to let his cock slip into her mouth. His hands held each side of Monica's head as he pumped his cock down her throat, releasing a deep groan at the same time. "Ohhhh that's it let it slide down your pretty little throat!" She seemed unable to take her eyes off his face as he buried his shaft down her throat, even when at times she struggled to breathe. His chest heaved sucking in mouthfuls of air as his man meat slid past her saliva drenched lips again and again. Monica Geller never thought she was the type of person who enjoyed letting one man slide his cock between her open lips, let alone three at the one time. The thought flashed through her mind that she was caught up in the events of the night and that she could not prevent and stop it from happening, but deep down she knew the truth -- she loved the feel and taste of their rock hard members as they penetrated her pretty mouth time and again. The part of her that she kept buried deep within her, that she often had told herself did not exist had escaped, bursting free with total abandon -- her most basic instincts had taken over ruling her mind and desires. His cock slid from her lips leaving a trail of saliva in it's wake -- she sucked in a few deep breaths before the next cock wobbled into view. "More?" She only manage to let slip the one word before the cock slid into her mouth. Monica felt her body shake violently as Jeff's slammed his cock into her ass while another cock pumped into her mouth."If only Ross could see me now!" she thought to herself -- he was always so protective of his little sister often stopping her from going too far, from being too daring. She closed her lips on the pumping shaft as it travelled in and out of her mouth when she could fell it swell in her mouth -- it slid slowly fro her mouth as if in slow motion. Just when it slid out from her lips it exploded sending pulsing streams of cum directly onto her face and hair. Monica had no time to react as the streams of hot white cum landed on her face and then onto her hair, feeling it drip slowly down her neck onto her chest. Her eyes, partially blurred as cum trickled slowly from her forehead, watched as the two other naked young men stood just in front of her - their hand sliding along their shafts almost in the blur, their lungs sucking in mouthfuls of air as if they had just run a marathon. It had happened almost instantaneously with her surprised face, with one eye still wide open feeling the full force of both shafts as they pulsed their white bounty like two fire hoses dousing a fire. "Oh shit!" The words slipped from her soaked lips as rivers of hot sticky cum formed on her drenched face and hair, running quickly down her body. The smell of cum mixed together with sweat filled her senses as their hands coaxed the last few drops out, both their faces displaying satisfied smiles. Monica raised her hands onto her face, her fingers feeling the sticky coating covering her face before watching it drip slowly from her fingers. "I'm covered in cum......" was all she managed to say. "Yeah baby!" Monica watched as one of them took a step forward, playfully wiping the head of his still rock hard shaft along her lips before sliding it inside her mouth. She wrapped her lips around his shaft as he pumped it inside her mouth, using her tongue and lips to cleanse and wipe the cum off his cock. He had just pulled his cock from her lips when she felt Jeff's hands slide between her legs and lift her body off his cock -- his shaft slid from her ass with an audible 'plop' sound, before he allowed her body to drop onto his lap, his cock between her open legs. Jeff's hand pumped his shaft for only a second before it too exploded, sending a stream of cum onto her abdomen. "Ohhhhhh fuck!" His surprisingly loud moan of pleasure seem to fill the room even above the loud music as his hand pumped the last few drops out of his shaft. Monica Geller let her tired and sore sweat covered body drop onto his, their faces only a few inches apart before their lips met in a series of quick but passionate kisses. "I told you would have fun tonight!" he exclaimed as their lips parted. She smiled, giving him another quick kiss before replying "I never doubted you for a second!" before closing her eyes exhausted. Phoebe Buffay had watched with stunned eyes as Monica's petite naked body was almost covered from head to toe in sticky white cum. A smile spread slowly across her face as she found herself thinking "There's something you don't see everyday!" but her train of thought was broken when a hand grabbed at her ponytail, yanking it hard causing her head to rear up. A cock rubbed against her lips, before she opened her mouth letting it slide inside. Her eyes surveyed the area around her as the cock started to pump rapidly into her mouth - her yellow dress, which she had slipped off her body a while ago lay nearby on the mattress they had dragged out from another room, together with one of her high heels. She was now completely naked except for the two torn and ripped white stockings which now drenched with sweat clung to her legs like a second skin. A man standing behind, his hands on her hips pumped his cock into her ass while a second man, bent down on his knees, had slid underneath her her bent over body with his mouth and teeth alternatively sucking and or biting at her breasts. Phoebe felt her body shake violently as the man standing behind her pumped his cock, sliding it rapidly in between her small but firm ass cheeks Her hands held a tenuous grip of the hips of the man in front of her as he pumped his cock past her pink coloured lips, his long shaft sliding repeatedly down her throat. "Oh god!," The words spat out of her mouth as soon as the cock slipped out -- a smile formed on her lips as she twisted her head around to look behind her. "You just keep fucking my ass boy, I need it.....I need it bad!" His young face appeared startled for just a second before he gave her a quick wink with his eye. He began thrusting his cock into her tight ass hole with more power and speed, each stroke producing a loud 'slap' sound as his body crashed into hers. He could feel her body rock forward with each stroke as he let one hand slip between her legs, allowing his thumb to rub against the soft wet skin of her pussy. Phoebe felt an intense shiver of pleasure pulsate through her naked body, her body nearly dropping to the floor as she felt her legs shake and sway precariously from under her. "You like that huh?" he asked as his thumb slipped inside her pussy, moving about in a circling motion. Her hands grabbed the shaft of the man in front of her for extra support as she sucked in huge gulps of air to replenish her near empty lungs. "Hell....yes!" She had never before been the object of so many men's desires, allowing herself to be dominated, to have almost not control or say in what was done to her lust ridden body -- even when she was living in a box on the streets she never allowed her body to be abused in order to receive money or food. Her lust and libido had suppressed her other emotions to such an extent, that she had effectively lost the ability to control her mind and body, letting her deeply buried wild persona free. Phoebe let her lips mesh with the lips of the man who had suckled at her breasts as he raised his naked body from his knees, his fingers still gently pinching her sensitive nipples. Their lips met in a series of quick gentle kisses, each one not lasting longer than a second as her free hand wrapped around his shaft. Her fingers tightly wrapped themselves around each of their cocks, her eyes peering up at their faces as her hands began to move along their shafts slowly at first, before picking up speed. "I need to to taste your cum boys!" she breathlessly announced and she ran her tongue against her lips for added effect as her hands slid along their well lubricated shafts almost in a blur. Her legs, slipping and sliding on the wooden floor struggled at times to hold her naked body upright as the young guy standing behind her slammed his cock between her ass cheeks with all the effort and strength he could muster. Phoebe could feel her arms start to tire as her hands moved along the two shafts at a faster speed but her pace never slackened, never slowed -- here she was naked except for a pair of torn sweat drenched white stockings, her body bent over at the waist with a young naked guy slamming his cock into her ass from behind. Her arms were extended out in front, her slender fingers sliding along the shafts of two moaning young men desperate to taste their white bounty. "Come on...come to mama!" she pleaded through gritted teeth as her body could feel every inch of the shaft that was sliding in and out of her ass. The flashing lights and loud music filled her head spurring her on as her hands slid along their well lubricated shafts, her fingers tightly wrapped around each one. Her hands moved as fast as could, travelling easily along their shafts, sliding off at times sliding because of her eagerness and of her almost ravenous desire to taste their bounty. "God I need it....I need it bad!" The words had barely left her mouth when she felt the first drop splatter against her face, just below her right eye. Phoebe had just opened her mouth when a stream of cum hit her just above the lips, trickling slowly into her mouth -- she adjusted her position, until most of the white bounty flowed straight into her open mouth. "Oh yeah..." Her words came out of her mouth sounding gargled and almost unintelligible, cum bubbling from her lips as she opened her mouth. Her hand had begun to massage the cum soaked shaft, desperate to coax the last few drops out when the second cock exploded sending a pulsing stream arcing out. It splashed against her hair first before she quickly turned her head, slipping the pulsing shaft inside her mouth. Phoebe could feel the cum swirl around her mouth and slide down her throat as she closed her lips around the shaft creating an almost airtight seal. Her eyes peered up at his young face, showing an strange expression, a mixture of pain and pleasure as she slid his shaft deeper into her mouth -- loud gagging like sounds filled the air as the cock fucking her ass rocked her body forward with each stroke, pushing his shaft deeper and deeper into her mouth. His cock was amazingly still pulsing his white bounty when his shaft slid out of her mouth, the last few drops hitting her directly on her nose and eyes as he took a few steps backward. "Oh god...fuck!" his hoarse cry of pleasure and relief filled her ears as she swirled the remnants of his bounty inside her closed mouth with her tongue. He stared incredulously at her cum soaked face, her green eyes glowing as if fluorescent, his hand massaging his still erect cock. Phoebe slowly opened her mouth, her body still shaking as the cock slammed into her ass, allowing the last few drops of cum to run down her lips on to her chin. His eyes watched as her tongue quickly ran along her lips, licking clean the white sticky substance as it ran down her chin. "Oh yeah...that's the stuff!" she exclaimed as her tongue slid back into her mouth. She placed her hands on her thighs, her fingertips feeling the sweat soaked silken material of her white stockings, her body feeling every inch of the cock as it penetrated her ass hole like a jack hammer. "Fuck my ass....fuck me till I come....please!" she pleaded in a breathless voice. Phoebe let her head hang down, her shaking eyes trained to the floor as she could hear his heavy, laborious breathing as he slammed his shaft in between her ass cheeks. Her hand slid between her spread legs, at times struggling to keep her upright, her fingers massaging the soft skin of her pussy. "Ohhhh yes!" His cock was drilling into her body now, fucking her harder than she had ever been fucked before. Her stockinged legs swayed under her, bending at the knees with every powerful thrust, her fingers feverishly rubbing the hot wet skin of her pussy. She could feel her breathing become shallow, her mouth wide open struggling for breath as the most intense and overwhelming wave of pleasure erupted inside her body. Friends - Wild Ride The car bumped and slid along the winding dirt track, its tyres occasionally losing their grip in the rocks and gravel, at times spinning without any traction at all -- despite the ultra modern suspension of the car, the two occupants bounced around on their plush leather seats as if they were caught in a middle of an earthquake. "Are you sure you know where you're going?" Jennifer Aniston turned towards her best friend Courteney Cox, a sarcastic smile plastered across her face. "Of course I know where I am going! Have you ever known me to get lost?" Courteney let out a small laugh as she held onto the seat of the car as it bucked wildly on the dirt track. "God yes, didn't you once get lost driving home from a party that was only two blocks from your house?" Her eyes never left the view in front of her, as her hands tightly gripping the wheel of the Mercedes as it made its way slowly along the dirt track. "Yes but you can't count that time, you know that. I was drunk out of my mind, how I made it home in one piece I'll never know!". Jennifer shook her head a few times as if to emphasise how lucky she was. "Well I think we're lost now, I can't recognise anything out here!" They both cast their eyes out of the car, viewing the landscape of the area as it went past their windows. It was mostly flat countryside with a few trees here and there, but nothing much else -- a few times they would pass a building that had all it's windows and doors boarded up, but other than that they would see no sign of life. "Why can't you admit we're lost!" Courteney exclaimed exasperatedly, her voice tinged with a little bit of anger. "Because!" "Because?," Courteney repeated. "Because is not a good enough answer - we're lost and to top it all of we're late for David's wedding reception. He is going to be pissed off at us -- no sorry strike that, he's going to be pissed off at you, its all your fault!" Jennifer's eyes continued to scan the track as she drove, looking for any familiar landmarks. "Well I don't know why Schwimmer had to hold his reception wait out here in the desert. As I told him many times there are plenty of hotels in in Hollywood or Los Angeles or even bloody New York. I say it's his fault we're lost!" Courtney picked up her hand bag and started to rummage through it. "What are you looking for?" Jennifer asked. "I'll tell you when I find it!" she replied curtly. Courteney continued to look through her handbag, looking in every pocket, unzipping ever zip and even tossing an odd item out -- finally in exasperation she turned her handbag upside down, shaking it vigorously until all the contents had fallen onto the floor of the car. "Ahh here it is!" she exclaimed as she picked an item off the floor of the car. "Here what is?" asked Jennifer Courtney held up the item in the air as if she had just found a nugget of gold. "The invitation -- the invitation to David's wedding reception with the street by street instructions on how to get there." She even shoved in front of Jennifer's face for a few seconds as she drove. "Well why didn't you show me that before we left?" Courteney threw her hands up in annoyance. "Didn't you get the same invitation? Why didn't you have a look at your invitation?" "Because I didn't get one." "What!!!" Jennifer slammed on the brakes of the Mercedes causing both of them to be thrown forward violently only to be pulled back by their seatbelts. "He didn't send me one ok!," she responded angrily. "Look I know things haven't been that good between us lately but I didn't think he wasn't going to invite me to his wedding!" "So you are just going to crash his wedding?" "I figured we would just sort it out once I go there. Look we're late as it is, try them on your cell phone, may be they could give you directions from here." Courtney searched through her handbag for a second until she found her cell phone. A worried look spread across her face as she studied the screen of her cell phone. "Damn!" "What's wrong now?" "There's no reception way out here! The cell phone is practically useless." She angrily tossed it back in her bag. "What do we do now?" she asked with the same worried look on her face. "I think we just turn around and get back on the main highway, there's got to be someone we can ask for directions there." "That's a good idea" Courteney agreed, nodding her head a few times to show support. Jennifer pressed down on the accelerator but the Mercedes did not move -- there was an loud clunking noise from the engine and then silence. Her repeated turning of the ignition key provided no answers as each time the engine did nothing more than turn over a few times before dying into the same silence as before. "Shit!," Jennifer shouted in frustration before banging her hands against the steering wheel a few times in anger. "I knew I should have got this heap of junk serviced a week ago! What do we fucking do now?" Courteney twisted her head around to scan their immediate vicinity "I haven't seen any other cars pass by here in the last hour and I don't think any more will come soon. I think our only chance is to head back to garage we passed about twenty minutes ago." She opened the door of the car and planted one foot on the ground outside before turning back to her companion. "Coming?" she asked. "You've got be to joking," Jennifer answered."You expect us to walk back to that garage dressed in these clothes and with high heels on? No I'm not going!" She shook her head to emphasise her decision. "Suit yourself -- but I wouldn't want to stay here all alone" She stepped out of the car closing the door with a bang before walking slowly down the dirt track, back in the direction whence they had come. She had barely made five yards when she heard a car door slam shut behind her. "Courtney wait up!" Jennifer shouted. Courteney stopped where she was and waited until her best friend caught up with her. Dwayne Thomas could scarcely believe the sight he was viewing through the cracked and broken glass of his garage window. In the distance, walking towards his garage were the figures of the two of the most beautiful women he had ever seen. He stood at the dirty and broken window as the two figures approached slowly, each step they took throwing a cloud of dust up in the air -- as they got closer he could make tall blonde wearing a slinky sparkling short dress, her long legs looking tanned as they strode slowly towards him. Her friend was wearing a full length blue strapless dress that had a huge slit on one side, showing that she was wearing black stockings. Her long black hair was flying about in the wind. He turned to his two companions who were sitting nearby onto two wooden boxes playing cards on a small table. "Hey Joe and Caleb come an have a eyeful on what is heading this way!" Joe a strongly built man of Italian descent leaned his wooden box against a wall. "What is it, can't you see we're busy!" "Just come and have a look you lazy sod!" They both rose, making their way slowly to the same window where Dwayne was standing. "Geez they're fucking gorgeous, who do you think they are?" Caleb offered as he peered through the window. "I don't know," Dwayne replied "They do seem familiar but I can't put any names to their faces." All three men stared entranced as the two figures made their way up the driveway of the garage stopping just outside the front door. The garage appeared in the distance, a solitary building surrounded by emptiness on all sides -- slowly it loomed larger with each step they took, their expensive high heels kicking up a cloud of dust as they walked. They moved, with Courteney leading the way, no one saying a word until they both suddenly stopped, their eyes taking in the run down building before them. The garage consisted of an rectangular shaped building with three garages and what appeared to be an office -- two of the garages were open with their wooden doors about to fall off their hinges. The remainder of the building appeared to be in no better shape with broken windows and cracks n the brickwork -- two petrol bowsers covered in cobwebs stood out the front, completing the disastrous picture. Jennifer turned to face Courteney as they stood staring at the run down garage. "This place looks like a bloody dump, I knew it was a mistake coming here!" "Look this place is the only hope of fixing your fucking car -- there is no other place around for miles. If you want to get to David's reception this is our only hope. You're quite welcome to stay out here but I'm going inside." Courteney turned on the spot and walked to the door of the office area, which she held open. "Come on get inside" she exclaimed, gesturing with her head for Jennifer to go inside. "Alright!" Jennifer walked inside, quickly followed by Courteney who shut the door her. Dwayne watched as she walked in, her sunglass covered eyes scanning the office area in an almost three hundred and sixty degree arc, by rotating her body where she stood. She removed her sunglasses, her green eyes sparkling even in the dull light of the office before she swept her hand through her wind swept hair in a vain attempt to "Can I help you ladies?" Dwayne asked, his tone of voice a little threatening as he wiped the grease from his hands with a rag. "Listen my car broke down about a mile down the road, I was -" "Sorry can't help you!" he interrupted her. "I'm sorry?" "I said I can't help you -- we're full at the moment, could not squeeze another car in" he responded as he tossed the rag away. Jennifer stood stunned looking at his facial expression which was a mixture of a sneer and smile. He noticed that the top half of his overalls were tied around his waist, leaving his sun tanned chest in full view. "You don't have any other cars here!" Courteney exclaimed as she stood behind Jennifer. There was a noise behind them as Joe and Caleb made their presence felt. "As Dwayne told you we can't help you ladies -- so hurry back to the the city or whenever you came from and get your rich sugar daddies to help you" Joe exclaimed as he stood directly behind them. "Excuse me!," Jennifer voice was more than a shout, struggling to contain her anger. "How do you expect us to get anywhere with a broken down car. This is the last bloody garage for miles!" They both watched as Dwyane's face break into a smile as he leaned against the office counter. "As I said we can't help you -- unless you willing to offer something in return to pay for these repairs, we can't help you". Courteney watched as Jennifer turned on the spot and walked out slamming the door behind her. She followed her out and quickly caught up with her. "Where are you going?" she asked as he held Jennifer's arm stopping her. "We have to get that car fixed if we are going anywhere -- so march right back in there until they say they are going to fix it! Use your fucking sex appeal to do it I don't care but just get that car fixed!" "You're joking!" "No I'm not. If I have to drag you back in there myself I will do it." "Ok Ok" Jennifer answered resigned to the fact that there was no other way. Jennifer took a deep breath and opened the door and walked in, followed quickly by Courteney. "Listen I think we got off on the wrong foot before. We really have to get our car fixed and I will do anything to get it fixed." She flashed a mischievous smile as her hands played with her blonde hair. "Anything?" Dwayne queried. Jennifer walked towards him, the smile plastered across her lips -- she stood just in front of him as she let his fingers playfully run down his tanned chest. "Anything." she answered as her fingers felt the hardness of his chest as they slid slowly down. Suddenly without warning his hand grabbed hers, his fingers tightly wrapping against her wrist. He held her hand still for just a moment before dragging it down towards his groin - rubbing her fingers against his groin, she could feel the bulge of his erect member even through the thick material of his overalls. His hand let go his grip of her wrist, yet her fingers still continued their journey feeling the impressive length and thickness of his imprisoned member. Dwyane slowly undid his overalls tied at his waist, letting them slide down his legs revealing his briefs which hand a snake like bulge straining against the thin material. "You know what you have to do" he suggested his face in a devilish grin. Jennifer's finger traced a path along the bulge, feeling its hardness almost as if she was afraid it was a snake about to burst out and attack her. She tried to stop her hand from moving, from touching his straining to be released man meat but she could not help herself -- her fingers slipped inside his briefs, letting her fingers run along his shaft before she grabbed hold pulling it free of its prison. It flopped out in front of her face like a jack in a box toy, bouncing about before it stood erect like a flagpole. Her green eyes peered up at his smiling face as is she was unsure of what to do next. "Put it your mouth baby, taste it - you know you want to." Jennifer let her hand wrap around his shaft, letting her fingers slide up and down his shaft, his fingers feeling the warmth generated by his ten inch cock before she opened her mouth wide. He slid it into her open mouth slowly, impaling the full length of his shaft down her throat before pulling out -- tendrils of saliva trailed from her mouth as he withdrew, their gossamer like strands glistening in the light. She sucked in air as his cock stood erect only inches from her face before she let it slide into her mouth, letting her lips slowly travel up and down its rock hard shaft. She could not control herself -- it was as if this lowly mechanic had a magical hold on her, controlling her every action. The thought flashed through her mind that the paparazzi would have a field day -- here she was world famous television and movie star caught sucking cock of dirty mechanic but she did not care as her head started to bob up and down on his shaft. "Oooh yeah baby that's it....your a natural!" he moaned as his hands held her blonde hair as his shaft disappeared repeatedly down her throat. Jennifer bent her long legs at the knees, letting her high heels support her weight while using one hand to run along his ten inch shaft as it slammed into her mouth and down her throat -- her other hand clung desperately at various times to his leg or the counter in an occasional losing battle to maintain her balance. This was the largest male sex organ she had ever allowed to slip into her beautiful mouth -- it was much larger than Brad's and it was even larger than Matt LeBlanc's which was regularly rammed into her mouth and pussy in their secret liaisons during Friends. Joe could not take his eyes off Jennifer as she bent her long legs at the knees, Dwayne's cock sliding past her rose coloured lips. His hand slid up and down his own shaft as he watched saliva trickle down from the corner of her lips as his balls slapped against her pretty face with a 'thwack' sound. Her blonde hair flew about wildly as her body was rocked back on forth on her heels by the force of each thrust -- finally he could wait no longer. "Here I come baby!" he exclaimed as he made his way over to her position -- he stood directly behind her for just a moment as his nostrils were filled by the sweet smell of her perfume before he hooked one arm under her abdomen, lifting her body until her legs were straight. His hands lifted the hem of her dress up slowly, scrunching the material up around her waist revealing her gorgeous panty covered ass. She could feel his cold hands on her ass and her arm swung backwards in an unconvincing and feeble attempt to push him away. "No.....no" slipped from her mouth in a whispered tone, in one last lame attempt to stop him as his fingers slipped inside the crotch of her panties, pulling it to one side. The soft skin of her pussy glistened before his eyes before her buried his face between her legs letting his tongue and lips delve and bite upon her wetness. Jennifer's legs threatened to give way from under her as Joe's attack on her pussy intensified as she threw her head upwards in pure pleasure, her large hoop earrings twinkling softly. "Ohhhh god!," she moaned loudly. "Please don't stop.....please." Her eyes had a clear view of the office area for the first time as her body trembled with delight as Joe's tongue rapidly probed her wet pussy. She caught sight of Courteney who was on her knees nearby, her black stocking clad legs splayed out beneath her on the floor. Her blue strapless dress had been pulled down together with her bra and both were now balled up around her waist, leaving her breasts exposed. A man, naked from the waist down, was holding the sides of her head as he pumped his cock repeatedly into her mouth as rivers of saliva oozed from her mouth, dripping down her freckled skin onto her breasts. Jennifer could see her blue eyes peering up at the man as his cock slid past her lips and she wondered what kind of sexual trap she had led them into. Courteney had watched in astonishment as her best friend had let a ten inch cock to be pumped into her mouth -- she had never seen her give in so easily, to allow her body so readily to be used as a man's personal sex toy. She had stared, entranced as his shaft pumped in and out of her mouth creating a bulge in her cheek as it slid repeatedly down into her throat, completely unaware of the man behind her. Caleb wrapped his arms around her chest, letting his hand softly squeeze her breasts through the thin material of her dress. He was so close that he could see the little hairs standing up on her neck gently wave as his hot breath blew on her neck. She offered no resistance as she let his teeth and lips nuzzle her neck before he raised her lips almost directly to her ear. "Do you like watching your beautiful friend sucking cock?" he whispered. She could not lie -- the sight of Dwayne's cock pumping in and out of Jennifer's mouth was turning her on. "Yes..." she answered as his hands now slid under the top of her dress, his fingers slipping under her bra to play with her nipples. Her body squirmed as he kissed his way up her neck, his teeth softly nuzzling the soft skin. "Do you want to feel my cock in your mouth...to taste it deep in your throat?" His hands slid slowly out of her dress, before he hooked his fingers on either side, pulling it roughly down her body in one go -- the upper part of dress, together with her bra was now bunched up around her waist, leaving her breasts exposed. "Yes..." she answered breathlessly as his hands cupped her breasts, squeezing and slapping her breasts so hard at times they left red marks. "Say it ......tell me you want my cock in your pretty little mouth...beg for it!" Courteney had never been teased like this before, not even by her husband as this unknown man had got her so worked up, so horny that she felt her body was ready to explode. His fingers teased her and pinched her nipples as the words stammered out of her mouth. "Please fuck my .......mouth....with your....cock......I need....it ...I want to taste it." Caleb placed his hand on her waist, spinning her around on the spot -- she was surprised to see how young he was the brief moment she saw his smiling face before he pushed her down onto her knees. His cock swung like pendulum only centimetres from her face before he playfully whipped it across her face and cheek -- he ran the head of his cock against her lips before she opened her mouth wide, letting him slide his entire shaft down her throat. "That's it....let it slide deep down your throat." Friends - Wild Ride She could feel his pubic hair brush against her face as his shaft was embedded deep in her throat causing her to gag slightly before he withdrew. "You ready for more?" he asked. Courteney simply nodded her head before he slid his cock slid into her mouth and began to pump, as his hands held onto the sides of her head. Her lips closed around his shaft as he fucked her face, his strokes so powerful and fast she hardly had the opportunity to breathe -- saliva trickled from her mouth in little streams, running down her face and chin and onto her breasts. She could feel his cock slide into her mouth in a steady pace, his balls slapping against her chin with every stroke. Her moaning seem to drift in the air of the office mixing together with all the other sounds producing a constant cacophony of nakedness colliding and their constant loud groans of pleasure. She could not believe what was happening to her -- what started out as an innocent and routine drive to a wedding reception had transcended into a wild and brutal no holes barred sex orgy. Her eyes were peering upwards at his, drawn to his flashing green eyes as if hypnotised as he continued to slam his cock into her mouth when suddenly he pulled out. She had spat out a mouthful of saliva when his hand grabbed hold of her arm and roughly lifting her to her feet. His fingers fumbled for the zip of her dress as she stood trying to maintain her balance, trying to make sense of what was happening. Courteney watched her dress fall silently to the floor around her feet, leaving her dressed only in panties and a pair of black stockings -- for a strange moment there was total silence in the room until not even waiting for her to step out of her fallen dress, he pulled aside the crotch of her panties and slid his cock into her. His hands held her sides as he slammed his cock at almost vertical angle into her, each powerful stroke lifting her body partially into the air. "Fuck.....Oh god oh god!" The loud scream of her complete surprise filled the room as one of his hands slid up her body to feel her breasts as he fucked her. She felt her body turning with each powerful stroke almost as if they were standing on a lazy susan that was being turned around inch by inch -- at times she felt her legs threaten to give way from under her and the only thing that saved her from toppling over was his arm around her waist. Her eyes caught sight of Jennifer who was now on her hands and knees on the floor. Her gold sequinned dress, which she had only recently forked out $1,500 for was now bunched up around her waist and her panties were around her ankles. The light in the office glinted and sparkled off her sequinned dress as it shook violently as a man standing behind her drove his cock in and out of her pussy, while a second man had slid underneath her, his mouth attached to one of her breasts like a young baby drawing milk. Loud constant moans slipped from her lips as the man fucking her from behind held onto her hair causing her head to rear upwards -- suddenly their eyes met for a brief instant, with Jennifer offering a weak smile as the massive cock was slammed into her from behind. Jennifer could feel her body shake as Dwayne pumped his ten inch cock into her tight pussy -- her body was positioned on all fours, with her knees and hands on the wooden floor, her panties around her ankles just above her high heels, with a man underneath sucking and biting ravenously at her swinging breasts. She had never been in this situation sexually before -- in a totally subservient role, relinquishing all control or say in what was done to her, dominated completely by men. Her body felt like it was ready to explode from within, strangely awash with intense feelings of pain and pleasure at the same time. "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!" she could hear herself repeating over and over again as if it was some kind of prayer. His cock seemed to penetrate deeper into her body, to literally fuck her harder than any cock she had felt or experienced before throwing her body off kilter. She could feel his body press against her bare back, his cock still relentlessly slamming into her. "Do you want to feel my cock up your ass?" he said, his gravelly voice sounding strange in her ears -- at first she did offer a response, only letting a series of muffled groans slip from her lips. He slammed his cock harder into her pussy, ramming it inside her with all his strength causing her to release a loud scream of pain and pleasure. "Do you want me to fuck your ass?" he repeated. "Yes....yes" the words almost came out in a mumble her body in quandary not knowing how to react with ten inches of cock embedded deep inside her. Jennifer felt him pull out of her and she rolled over sitting on her naked ass on the wooden floor, her long legs outstretched in front of her -- as she drew in her deep breaths she could see Courteney laid out on her back on a old table completely naked except for a pair of stockings and one high heel which clung precariously to her foot as she was fucked by the man standing before her. The table that held her naked body aloft shook violently with every stroke, appearing to be on the verge of collapse. She had never seen her best friend like this, with her stocking covered legs hanging off the end of the table whimpering like a school girl as she was fucked -- her mouth uttered one moan after another only to be silenced as she watched the man who had suckled at her breasts walk over and slide his cock into her friends mouth. Her reverie was broken as a large piece of tarpaulin was laid out in front of her, throwing up a small amount of dust as it hit the floor. Dwayne eased his naked body onto the tarpaulin, his erect cock swinging to and fro as he lay on his back on the cream coloured material. Jennifer watched as he made himself comfortable on the tarpaulin, his darkly tanned skin contrasting starkly against the light colour of the material. Her eyes took in his naked form as he moved about on the tarpaulin -- he was not really type of man she was attracted to, with a mop of curly hair on his Spanish or Mexican features. His almost hairless chest was rippling with muscles as it rose and fell as he breathed, his hand jacking his ten inch cock. He raised his head off the tarpaulin, his eyes appearing to look directly into hers. "Come on babe, climb aboard. Times a wastin!" She reached down and slipped her panties, which were still around her ankles, off her high heels. Jennifer rose slowly, her long legs at times struggling to keep upright as her heels slipped on the tarpaulin. "I don't let every man fuck me up my ass, you know!" she exclaimed as she straddled his prone body. "Well you're in luck, I'm not every man honey -- I'm something special because you're in for the fucking ride of your life!" Jennifer smiled as she lowered her body, placing one hand on the tarpaulin to balance herself -- with the other hand she grabbed hold of his shaft guiding it to rest at the entrance of her ass hole. A simple bend of her knees dropped her body onto his shaft, letting it slide slowly into her ass. "Oh fuck!" she screamed as she felt ten inches of man meat trying to force its way up her tiny ass hole. Her breathing slowed even though her lungs felt suddenly devoid of air and she was left gasping for air as her ass hole was stretched to accommodate his entire shaft. "Oh yeah!," Dwayne exclaimed as his entire ten inch shaft embedded itself up her ass. "Ready?" She tried to compose herself, moving about slightly until she felt comfortable balancing her naked body on his cock, impaled deep within her ass. Jennifer opened her legs wider, planting her high heels as firmly as she could on the tarpaulin in front of her as she placed the palms of her hands on his chest to steady herself. "Yes" she answered. She had no sooner let the word slip from her lips when he started to pump hard, using his hips, knees, legs and hands in one combined effort to power his cock in and out the very small and tight space that was her ass hole. Jennifer felt every part of her body shake from her breasts right down to the very end of her fingertips and toes -- her long blonde hair flew about wildly, so much so that at times it wrapped around her eyes, temporarily blinding her. Her body felt that it was literally lifted in the air with each upward stroke of his cock, her high heel clad feet lifting what appeared to be inches off the wooden floor each time. "Fuck, fuck, fuck!!" her voice sound shrill and breathless as his ten inch cock penetrated the confines of her ass hole with relentless speed and power. His hands gripped at her waist, trying to hold her steady as her body bounced about as if she was riding a bucking bull at a rodeo. Jennifer could not believe what was happening to her -- this was not normal and accepted practice for a famous television and movie star she thought, to let total strangers have their way with her, to let them slam their ten inch cock up her precious little ass hole but these thoughts were soon gone from her mind as his brutal ass fucking continued unabated. Her hand slipped down her silky abdomen to rub the sensitive soft skin skin of her pussy as Dwayne's cock slammed into her ass. She looked out across the office where she could see her best friend Courtney's naked body lying atop a man whose cock was pumping into her pussy -- another man was almost lying on top of her naked body, his knees and the palms of his hands resting on the wooden floor driving his cock into her ass hole. She seemed to be completely surrounded by naked male flesh with only parts of her body visible in between the two men -- all Jennifer could see of her was that one of her stockings had now a huge tear down one side and that she had now lost both her high heels. Her head rested on the chest of the man below, her mouth emitting one long loud moan as the two cocks worked her over in unison. Courteney was caught totally unprepared when Joe slipped his cock into her ass hole. Her first reaction was turn her head towards him and shout "Hey....." but the other words that meant to come out of her mouth soon dissolved into nothing as he began to pump hard. She had never been involved in double penetration before and rarely let another man slide his cock up her ass. Her body was pressed down on the man below with her breast squashed up against his chest as his cock pumped into her pussy - she had torn her two hundred dollar stockings when she was dragged from the table onto the floor, her two expensive high heels had slipped from her feet, lost somewhere in the room and now her body was thrown into a state of confusion and disarray as two cocks penetrated her petite body for the first time. Joe could feel her anal muscles close around his cock as soon as her entered her -- he saw her head turn around and mouth a word to him but he could not hear or care what she had said. He could see her beautiful backside literally shake as the two cocks slammed into her small body. His lips kissed her back as his cock penetrated deeper and deeper into her ass with every stroke. "Damn babe you're nice and tight.....never had a cock up your ass before eh?" Courtney was in no position to answer however as all the breath seemed to be knocked out her lungs, almost unable to draw in any more air.. She could only lay her body on top of the man below her, the only sounds she was able to form and come out of her lips were a series of guttural groans, one after the other. Her body shook violently even though it was wholly encased in naked male flesh as their two cocks worked her body over in unison -- it literally felt to her that they were trying to tear her body apart. She could just see, if she twisted her head one way, one of Jennifer's high heel clad feet as it jumped about wildly. Her eyes could also see the lower naked part of man's naked body and guessed that she must be riding his cock -- she could just hear her muffled groans above the loud exhortations and heaving breathing of her two naked companions. "Fuck!!" she screamed as the cock in her ass slammed into her hard, touching a sensitive spot. The scream come out of mouth sounding hoarse as if her throat had never felt a drop of water and seemed to reverberate around the office. Suddenly she could feel the man behind her start to move -- two hands appeared under her legs and she was lifted into the air, his cock still embedded deep in her ass. "Oh god....whoa.." Courteney exclaimed as her hands desperately reached out behind her, holding onto his shoulders by the tips of her fingers as he slid his cock into her ass. "Hold on baby and enjoy the ride!" His hands supported her weight with a hand under each of her legs, his knees and hips providing the all the power as his cock enlarged her ass hole with every stroke. "Oh god!," she moaned with every thrust of his cock seemingly striking deeper and deeper inside her body. "I'm trying to hang on...." Joe held her body aloft, his hands gripping each of her stocking clad legs tightly, his thrusts into her ass not as fast as before but certainly more powerful. Their bodies rotated in unison, as his legs shifted with every thrust as if she was a child he was holding aloft above a crowd to see a parade. Courtney had never been fucked like this before, held aloft in the air as a cock pummelled her ass. Their slowly rotating bodies gave her a birds eye view of the office. "Let go of my shoulders I've got you." "Let go?...no I can't" she responded concerned and frightened. "Don't worry I've got you babe.....I won't let you fall!" Her fingers slipped slowly from her tenuous grip on his shoulders leaving her body supported aloft only by his hands, one perched under each leg. She let her hands hang by her side as she tried to balance her body as his cock continued to slam in a steady rhythm into her tiny ass hole, every stroke rattling her tiny body to its core. Courteney could hear her best friends loud moaning punctuated with frequent cries of "Fuck my ass!" or "Fuck it!" in a rather raspy voice before she could actually lay her her eyes on her -- it wasn't until Joe finally turned, her body carried in his hands, his cock still relentlessly pumping into her ass that she came into view. Jennifer was on her knees, her long legs spread open behind her, her head resting on top of what looked like a large tarpaulin -- behind her stood Dwayne his mop top of hair shaking about as he drove his ten inch cock at a almost vertical angle into her ass. Through shaking vision as her body shook violently with each stroke into her own ass and often blinded as her hair flung about her face covering her eyes she stared intently at the glistening cock sliding into Jennifer's ass hole - she could not believe how beautiful Ms Aniston looked even though her naked body was drenched in sweat, a few grease stains and with a cock pounding her ass hole. Her stare of admiration was interrupted when she felt her body being slowly lowered to the floor next to her best friends naked and moaning body. Courteney landed on the tarpaulin gently on her hands and knees, Joe's cock sliding out of her ass hole with a 'thump' sound. Dwayne watched as Courtney's ass hole reacted as Joe's cock slid out, appearing as if it was breathing as it as it opened and closed slightly. His slid his fingers into her ass hole slowly sliding them in and out, causing Courteney to squirm about wildly as his fingers played with her now engorged hole. "Damn two gorgeous asses to play with!" exclaimed Dwayne as he pulled his cock out of Jennifer's ass and turning his body slightly, proceeded to slide his cock into Courteney's ass. She could feel the head of his ten inch cock enter her ass, slowly forcing it's way further inside. "Oh my fucking god, it's so big!" Courteney screamed as he pushed his shaft into her ass. She gritted her teeth as slowly but surely Dwayne pushed the full length of his shaft into her now resized hole. Her breathing was in short rapid breaths as he slowly began to pump, his fingers playing with the soft wet skin of her pussy "Oh shit!" Her body was in a state of confusion -- his cock sliding in and out her ass produced the most intense pain she had ever experienced during sex but it also sent concentrated bursts of pleasure through her small body. Her torn stockings slid along the tarpaulin as each of his thrusts propelled her shaking body forward - her hands grabbed hold of the counter in front of her in a last ditch bid to stop her forward momentum. Caleb watched as Jennifer's naked ass wiggled before his eyes, her ass hole slowly contracting in size after her encounter with Dwayne's monster. He was the youngest of the trio having only just turned twenty one and always felt that was the outsider, the loner of the group. His hand slid along his shaft as his eyes took in the sight of Courteney's body shaking violently, her moans sounding like a whimpering dog as Dwayne's ten inch cock slammed into her ass. Her face was buried on top of the tarpaulin, her arms outstretched in front of her acting as buffer to stop her sliding forward and smashing into the counter. He noticed that her ass now turning bright red in colour as the result of the brutal anal assault. He moved swiftly and silently almost like a burglar attempting to evade the sensors of an alarm - before her knew it he was standing directly behind Jennifer's naked ass, her glistening legs spread out behind her. His hand quickened it's speed along his shaft before in a blink of an eye, he slipped his cock into her beautiful ass hole. Jennifer Aniston felt his cock sliding into her ass hole, the power of each of her thrusts surprising her unprepared body. She could tell that he was not the same size as Dwayne but he more than made up for it in the speed and power of each of his thrusts -- he was fucking her ass like a possessed madman. She twisted her head around, her green eyes noticing his young features as she flashed him a smile. "Ohhhhhh goooood!," the words seemed stuck in her mouth, finally slipping from her lips as his hands held her hips as his cock slammed into her ass. "That's it......fuck my ass!" Her voice was reduced almost to a whisper, her body reduced to a shaking mess as his frenzied attack on her ass continued unabated. She looked across at Courtney -- she was now on all fours, on her knees and hands. Joe's cock was now pumping into her mouth with Dwayne's monster still splitting her ass cheeks. It was a sight of her best friend that she would not be able to erase from her mind and forget -- her petite naked body glistening with sweat, the two black stockings she had carefully slipped on her legs this morning to avoid any runs were now ruined with several tears and holes. Her naked body rocked forward with every stroke in her ass, so much so that that cock in her mouth was pushed deep down her throat with every powerful thrust. It was not often that they talked about their sex lives with one another but she knew that experiencing this sexual adventure together will give them something to talk about and remember for the rest of their lives. Courteney let her hands rest on Joe's legs as his cock pumped into her mouth. Her body was on the verge of exploding -- she had never felt anything like it before. An all consuming feeling of intense pleasure was sweeping in pulses through her body, originating between her spread legs almost at the point where Dwayne's cock threatened to split her body in two. Her moans came out muffled by the cock pumping in her mouth, sounding like she was gasping for air -- even though her body was almost at the point of physical exhaustion her desire drove her on. She could feel his cock literally expand in her mouth as her lips surrounded his shaft as it slid in and out. It had only pumped a few more times into her aching mouth and with his shaft still halfway lodged down her throat, it exploded sending a torrent of hot white cum directly into her mouth, Friends - Wild Ride Courteney only had time to mutter a muffled "Ohhhh" as he desperately but unsuccessfully tried to pull his cock out of her mouth -- she closed her mouth as his cock finally pulled out, the last few streams hitting her directly in the face, just below her nose. She could feel and taste his load swirling in her closed mouth as she stirred it around using her tongue -- when she finally opened her mouth, it erupted from her mouth like a bubbling fountain, dripping from her mouth and down onto her chin. She next did something that surprised even her because she never really enjoyed the taste of cum and even rarely swallowed a man's load -- not even once in her many sexual escapades with her soon to be ex-husband David did she allow him to unload in her mouth. Courteney raised her head, her lust induced blue eyes peering up at the surprised Joe, his throbbing cock still inches away from her face -- with her body shaking from the cock drilling into her ass hole, she swallowed the cum in her mouth in one fell swoop before using her tongue to lick clean the trails of cum dribbling down her chin. "Mmmm!," she suggestively exclaimed as her face broke out in a smile. "That was delicious!" before she took his cock in her mouth again, letting her head bob up and down his shaft before letting his shaft slide slowly out her mouth. "More please?" she said with a smile, letting out a small laugh and she watched his nervous face break out in smile. "You're my kind of woman!" he replied as her hand ran along the length of his shaft. Dwayne was driving his cock between her ass cheeks in an almost crouched position -- the upper part of his body was arched over her back with his legs bent at the knees giving him more leverage as he used his hips to slam his cock into her now enlarged ass hole. His hands held onto her bare backside feeling her body shake as he fucked her with all the energy he had left, knowing that he would not hold out for much longer. Her body felt strange partially thrown out of balance when he slid his cock out of her ass and she struggled for breath for some reason as her body continued to shake as if experiencing an after shock. Courteney sucked in a few deep breaths when suddenly she felt the hot pinpricks of cum splashing on her back side and ass -- she could feel every drop as they landed on her backside, running slowly down between her ass crack. "Oooh yeah!," Dwayne groaned. He was standing above her prone body, his hand squeezing the last few drops out of his cock. "That's the stuff!" His hand furiously pumped his cock as the last few drops landed on her back. Courteney turned her head to see Jennifer's smiling face -- her head was almost buried in the tarpaulin as Caleb furiously slammed his cock into her ass with all the energy he had in his young body. She lifted herself onto her knees, sliding along the tarpaulin with ease to Jennifer's ass -- she watched as his cock fucked her ass, sliding in and out almost in a blur. "You know she's been a very naughty girl -- she needs this ass fucking bad!" Courteney playfully exclaimed and she gave her ass a firm smack with one hand. Caleb did not offer a reply -- she noticed that sweat was pouring down the sides of his face and he looked like he was about to pass out with all the effort. His glazed over eyes were looking straight ahead staring into space, when with a loud grunt his cock exploded while still embedded deep in her ass -- even as he was pulling out from her ass, his white bounty was already oozing from Jennifer's ass hole in one slow trickle in between her ass crack. Courteney watched as Caleb took a couple of stumbling steps backwards showing an surprised expression of on his face, his cock still spurting out the last remnants of his cum. She quickly manoeuvred her body around, letting her tongue flicking at her best friends cum coated ass hole. "Ooh god that's it Courteney lick my fucking ass hole!" Jennifer could feel her tongue probe her ass, every touch making her body shiver and writhe with delight, at times even tickling her. "Fuck lick it, lick it your tongue feels so good!" She buried her face in her best friends ass, her tongue licking furiously, tasting Caleb's cum, tasting and probing Jennifer's sphincter. Courteney discovered to her delight that she could actually taste the difference between the men's hot sticky white offerings -- she found that Caleb's was more salty while Joe's, well Joe's had a different taste altogether. Courteney let her tongue flick between her ass hole and her pussy, letting it taste her sweet juices and letting the aroma waft into her nostrils intoxicating her, driving her on. She could feel Jennifer's body shake as her tongue flicked rapidly up and down, alternating between probing her ass and tasting the soft wet skin of her pussy when all of a sudden there was loud cry of "FUCK!" from her best friends mouth. Jennifer collapsed on to the tarpaulin as intense waves of pleasure swept through her shaking body, her brain unable to control her arms and legs. Courteney let her exhausted body drop on top of her best friend, where they lay together trying to recover their breath. It was only a short while later when Jennifer raised her head off the floor. "And now will you fix the car?" she asked with a smile on her face. It was less than hour later that they were travelling, with the car repaired, down the highway. They had both dressed and tried to clean themselves as best they could in the small run-down toilet of the garage after their unexpected naked orgy. "Damn I forgot to take them off!" Courteney suddenly exclaimed. "What are you talking about?" "My fucking stockings, I can't wear them now, they are so torn and ripped. Good waste of two hundred bucks!" she replied angrily. "Look I will pull over, how about over there?," she pointed with her hand towards a portion of the upcoming highway. "You can slip them off there." Jennifer pulled the Mercedes over in a small secluded siding on the highway, where Courtney opened her car door. She got out and stood just outside the car, where she proceed to roll the ripped stockings of each one of her legs in turn. It was when Courtney had her back turned to her that Jennifer noticed something on her dress. "Oh my god Courteney you have a large grease stain on the back of your dress!" "Of fuck that's all we need!" They both looked at each for a moment in silence when suddenly Courteney burst out laughing. "What's so funny?" Jennifer asked. "Well the stain on my dress will at least take David's mind off on why were are four hours late for his wedding reception!" They both had a small laugh as they drove off with Courtney tossing the torn stockings from the window. During the long drive to the reception they both agreed to pass by that garage again in the very near future, possibly bringing Lisa Kudrow with them next time. Friends WIll Be Friends What was I doing? I had no business being with her. She was just as married as I was, had just as many kids as I did. She loved her husband as much as I loved my wife. Our lives were stable, rational, normal. So why on God's green Earth were we naked in the middle of the floor, our bodies entwined? --- Susan and I had been friends since we were teenagers. Sure, I guess I had a crush on her then, but we had grown to be good friends. We talked on the phone regularly, but saw each other infrequently these days. Life caught up to us. Each week, we'd chat over the phone of the familiar: work, friends, families, etc... Nothing unusual for two friends. Except, somehow, this week turned out like no other. On Tuesday, we had agreed to meet up for dinner. A rare occurrence for us, since our lives kept us both so busy. I chose the place, and she chose the time. We both showed up, and dinner got underway. As we chatted, I could tell something was nagging her. The way she knifed her chicken as if it had personally offended her; the extra glass of wine after pounding down the first; the extra twang in her voice each time she mentioned her husband. "Sue, what's wrong?" "Nothing," she replied. "Nothing at all. Why do you ask?" "Come on." I had seen this avoidance before. "You've practically mutilated your dinner ever since you've started talking about Dave. What's going on?" She paused for a moment, debating whether or not to start. "He drives me nuts." "That's nothing new." Dave knew how to push Susan's buttons. Leaving cabinets open in the kitchen. Not replacing the garbage bag after taking it out. The mundane things that makes married life so... annoying. "The man can't follow simple directions." She brutalized another piece of her dinner. "Today, I had to actually write down when to feed the kids. It's not like it's a random time or anything. They have dinner at 5:00 every night! He knows this, because he helps feed them every night! You'd think that after 5 years of the same routine, he'd have something down by now." Ah. I knew exactly how she felt. Lisa, my own wife, was well known between us for not doing the simple things around the house. It's not like I wanted her to be all June Cleaver, but if you're on the way past the garbage can, and you have a empty soda can, you'd think to throw it away instead of putting it on the counter next to the garbage can! Married life isn't exactly the way it looked when we attended each other's weddings. "For chrissake," she continued, "I shouldn't have to do everything! Look at you. You're a guy who can keep things straight. We have plans, we each do our part, plans work out! It's simple!" She was starting to get worked up, and judging by what was left of her plate, there wasn't much more she was going to handle. "Hey," I offered. "I got an idea. Let's get out of here and walk it off." She agreed. I took care of the bill while she polished off her glass of wine. She took my arm, and out the door we strolled. The night air was refreshing and cool. There was no way I was going to let her drive, so I hoped it was going to sober her up a bit before she went home. We walked down the block in silence, just enjoying each other's company. "Jack," she started. "Yeah?" "How do you do it?" Uh oh... here we go again. "How do you make it work between you and Lisa? Dave drives me so nuts that I'm not sure why we ever got married in the first place." "So get a divorce." This was an old conversation. She would leave him about as fast as she would leave her purse in her car. "I can't," she whined. "I won't." "Do you still love him?" "Yeah. I think I do." "You think you do." This was a little twist in the usual conversation. "Well, I still love him, but I'm not sure I want to spend the rest of my life doing this." "A little late now for that, wouldn't you say?" "C'mon, Jack. We're 32 years old. What did we know when we got married? Did you really think you had it all planned out with Lisa?" Come to think of it, I kinda had. I had always assumed that we'd get our house, which we did, we'd have our kids, which we had, and we'd continue to be married until we died. I'd never really thought about how that last part really worked. "Well, didn't you and Dave have your plan?" "Yes," she mused, "we did. And everything's gone according to plan. Except the part where he drives me fucking crazy each and every day." "Well, you'll get through it. He's done this before, and he'll do it again. Get used to it." "I know, I know. But what if things were different?" "How so?" "You know," she paused. "Between us." We stopped. I was significantly taller than Susan, and she looked up into my face with her deep brown eyes. "Haven't you ever thought about us?" Of course I had. How could I not. As a guy with a woman as a best friend, how could I not think about it? "Come on," I started, "You know where this is headed. We tried this once before and it didn't work. You know it, and I know it." "That was 15 years ago! I think we've both learned a lot since then." She turned around and started walking back toward the car. I followed with a renewed sense of interest. We walked in silence until we got back to to the parking lot. I opened the door to her SUV and she climbed behind the wheel. "Are you okay to drive?" She leaned over towards me. "Check my breath." She leaned in to me and we kissed for the first time. It started slow, with just a hint of tongue, but as she massaged my lips with her own, it started to feel very, very natural. She broke the kiss and closed the door. She drove off without another word. "Wow." ----- On Thursday, I came home from work, as usual. Lisa made dinner, as usual, and I was playing with the kids, as usual. About 5:30, my cell rang. "Hey, Susan. What's up." "Can you come by tonight? I can't get the damn DVD working, and Dave's out of town." "Tonight?" "I'm trying to keep the kids busy with a movie while I finish a project for work, but I think I broke the damn remote. Can you come help?" I looked at the clock. They wouldn't be going to bed for another three hours. "All right. I'll come on by. I'll be there in ten." "Thanks." I hung up. I got my jacket and keys. "Hey hon? Lisa?" "Yeah?" She was in the den playing solitare on the computer, her usual evening habit. "I got to go to Susan's for a few. She broke her TV and Dave can't fix it." "Alright." She didn't even look around from the screen. "Be good you two," I said to the kids. "No roughhousing. And do what your mother says." I gave each of them a kiss and off I went. As I closed the door, I could tell that she wasn't even going to get up to take over where I left off playing with the kids. Ah, marriage. I was at Susan's in ten minutes, I heard lots of banging in the house as I opened the door. "Hey! I'm here!" A crash from the living room muffled my announcement. I followed the noise, and walked into a disaster area. The kids were trashing the room. The sofa cushions were in some kind of makeshift fort, the bookshelf had been transformed into some kind of ammunition depot, and Susan was nowhere to be seen. Nick and Josh, her two sons, were busy trying to fence with wiffle bats. It wasn't a pretty sight. With no shields, they resorted to throwing books at each other when they got out of range of the yellow weapons. I dodged a copy of Green Eggs and Ham as I shouted above the racket. "Hey, guys! Where's your mom!" Nick looked over at me, and was just distracted enough to allow The Cat in the Hat to broadside him. Josh laughed as Nick went down, cushioning his head. I decided to avoid War of the Seusses, and looked around for Susan myself. I found her in her den, surrounded with paper and posterboard. It looked like she was making a science fair project. At this rate, it looked like she was going to come in last place. "What's going on? What's with Hitler and Mussolini in the other room?" "Oh, Jack. I broke the remote, and can't get the video working on the big screen. I've got to get this damn project finished for a meeting tomorrow, and Dave's out of town on a business trip. Can you help me?" What was I going to say? "Of course I will. Give me the remote." One thing women will never understand is electronics. It is beyond me how they can't figure out something as simple as how to put batteries in something the right way. I put them in correctly, and we got the DVD working in no time flat. While Bob the Builder entertained the opposing generals in the other room, we went back to the den to get the project figured out. It was a simple setup for an upcoming training session she taught at work. It was just a simple posterboard for the table display. Nothing complicated. I cut, she glued. As we worked, she brought up the inevitable. "Sorry about the other night." "Why are you sorry?" "Because we both know that we can't do anything about it." She had a point. "Don't worry about it. Friends?" "Friends." About an hour of construction paper, glue, and posterboard later, the display was done. We walked in to check on the warriors, and they had fallen fast asleep on the couch. She just shook her head. "I'll get them into bed. Go home." "You put them into bed, I'll start dismantling the war zone." One at a time, she brought her children into their beds. I straightened up a bit, so she could have a moment's peace. "Thanks for helping, Jack. I really needed a moment of sanity tonight." "Not a problem. Rest and relax. I'll see you later." I got my jacket and keys and walked towards the door. "Jack," she started. I turned around, and she jumped up into my arms. Dumbfounded, I caught her. The unexpected jump knocked me sideways. Just as my ass hit the wall, her lips hit mine. The soft kiss of the other night was gone. This was pure passion. Her tongue darted in and around mine as we embraced each other. For a few minutes, our hands roamed each other's bodies as we mingled in the hallway. While grabbing a breath, she hopped out of my arms. "Hold on," she said. She lifted my shirt and attacked my chest. While her lips worked on my nipples, her hands worked my belt and zipper. Her kisses had already stiffened me, and when her hands made their way into my pants, she definitely got my attention. "Susan, what..." She looked up at me with those deep brown eyes and smiled. "Shhhhh, Jack. Don't say anything." She pulled my cock from my pants, bent down and started assaulting it with her tongue. She licked and moved around the head, making my balls tingle for a few minutes before taking the entire length into her mouth. As she worked my penis in and out of her mouth, she continued to look up at me. I ran my hands through her thick, black hair and leaned my head back. God, I thought. What brought this on? She grabbed my ass with both hands and continued her oral attack. Within minutes, I found myself teetering towards the edge. I lifted myself up on my toes, and she moved right with me. When I came into her mouth, she never stopped moving. What felt like wave after wave of cum pouring out of me went into her smiling mouth without spilling a drop. "Holy shit!" I whispered. "Shhhhhh. I told you not to talk." She took my hand and led me back into the living room. After the blowjob of my life, I was a little weak in the knees. She pushed me back onto the couch and stripped off her shirt. Her lacy bra was not the sexiest lingerie she must have owned, but as she teased me by flicking off one strap, then the other, I wasn't going to complain. She turned her back towards me and looked back over her shoulder. "Finish." I got up to unhook the final clasp, my pants dropping around my knees. Awkwardly, I shook the loose-fitting pants off of my feet and came up behind her. As I moved in to kiss her neck, she tilted her head to the side, offering herself to me. I unhooked the last of her bra, my lips never leaving her skin. Turning her around, I nudged her onto the couch to return the favor from the hallway. Making my way down her shoulders to her luscious breasts, I gorged myself on one, then the other. The flicking of her nipples made her shiver with anticipation, and she found herself pulling my t-shirt over my head. I stopped just long enough to get it over my head. In that moment, our eyes locked. While this fantasy had played itself in my head many times over the years of our friendship, I had never thought that she would be willing to commit. She smiled at me, kissed me, and leaned her head back so that she might better enjoy the sensations I was about to deliver her. I moved down her abdomen, and she wriggled her way out of her pants with my assistance. The thong she wore just covered her neatly trimmed pussy, something I had never known about. As I kissed my way between her thighs, she raised her legs around my head, removing the thong. She rested her legs on my shoulders, and I moved into her pleasure with gusto. She was already wet. There was no prep work, just pleasure. I moved my lips around hers and my tongue shot into and out of her wetness. She moved with me, guiding my actions with her movements. I licked her up and down, slot to bud, pausing each time as she acclimated herself to me. Keeping my focus on her clit, my fingers found their way in to her dripping pussy. The double action kept her occupied and she started to moan from the sensations. Not stopping, I licked and fingered until she started shaking so much it was hard to keep in place. She grabbed my head, looked into my eyes with her deep brown ones and said one word. "Now." I stood up immediately and as she spread her legs, I put the head of my rejuvenated cock up to her pussy. As I held it there, she moved herself forward, slowly impaling herself on me. I started to push forward, and she threw her head back. "Oh God! You're so much bigger than Dave! Don't stop!" I thrust forward, awaiting her reaction. We had never discussed her sex life in detail, and this was the first time I had a comparison to her husband. Susan drew in breath, and savored every moment of it. "Fuck me, Jack. Fuck me." As she leaned back, I leaned forward, putting my hands on the back of the sofa. She grabbed my hips, and pulled me into her. Back and forth I went, slowly at first. Susan began to moan from the motions, pulling and pushing me into and out of her. I sped up to keep up with her, but it wasn't enough. She started bucking her hips, as our fuck picked up ferocity. She leaned forward, clutching my body, letting our hips do all the work as she started crying out into my neck. "More, Jack. More." I gave it my all. She matched me, push for push, and we nearly knocked the couch over backward with our combined strength. Suddenly, she pulled away. Getting onto the floor, she put her head on the floor and kept her finely toned ass in the air. "Get in me, now!" Not willing to disappoint, I positioned myself behind her. Before I could move into her, she reached back, grabbed my cock, and moved herself backwards onto me. I held onto her hips and rode her rough. Slapping her ass as I went, Susan looked back with those deep brown eyes. "Don't stop, Jack. Never stop." Reaching around to tease her clit as we worked, she grabbed my hand, sucked on my middle finger, and helped my on my way. The double action of fucking her from behind, and our combined clit-tease was proving too much for both of us. We pumped each other faster and faster, starting to lose control. We both started to moan, gearing up for that final push. Finally, she screamed out loud. I gave a few final thrusts and felt myself release all I had left into her throbbing cunt. We knocked over, still inside her, and lay there on the rug that we had straightened out earlier that evening. --- As we lay there, throbbing, sweating, panting, she pulled my arms around her. "I love you, Jack." "I love you too, Susan." We lay there for another ten minutes, saying nothing. I glanced at the clock, and seeing that I had been gone for an extra hour or so, got my clothes together and made my way to the door. Still naked, Susan opened the door for me. "You know we can't ever do this again." "Yeah," I sighed. "I figured." As I left Susan's house, she called after me, "Thanks for the help! I really needed it." I turned around and looked into those deep brown eyes again. "No problem." I got into my car and drove home. When I got home, Lisa had just put the kids to bed. "What took so long?" "Hmm? Oh, nothing. She just broke the remote." I must have looked a little wiped out after my ordeal. Lisa looked at me an tilted her head. "You alright? You look a bit beat." "Yeah. I was playing around at her house." Lisa looked puzzled. "The kids beat me up a bit." "Yeah, well, I have some playing of my own to do. Come to bed." She took my hand and led me to our bedroom. Friends will be Friends I was best friends with June and Melissa all through college, and we have remained friends in the ten years since. All three of us got married to our college sweethearts shortly after graduation, and we were bridesmaids in each other's weddings. Even though we now live in different cities, we have kept our friendships burning not only by phone, email, and social networking sites, but also we have gone on long-weekend trips together with our spouses, at least once every year, often twice. June and I -- my name is Jill -- have always looked so alike (not our faces, our general appearance) we often were mistaken for sisters. We are both blue-eyed brunettes, 5'6" -- 5'7", 120-130 pounds, B-cups, dancer's legs and bubble asses. Melissa is totally different. She is a 5'10" green-eyed blond, 145 pounds, DD cups, slim waist, big hips, and with an athlete's legs. We all quickly regained our figures after having two kids each, which range in age from 3-7 years old. All three of us are fun loving, impish, and expert flirts; the average guy would call us each of us "hot". Our husbands all knew each other in college, and though not best friends, were friendly. They are very different, but get along well. All have a keen interest in football, baseball, and the stock market. They all work in the financial field, and seem to have bonded as a result of the long-weekend vacations we have taken together. My husband Tim is about 6 feet, 180 pounds, brown eyes, black hair, a swimmer's build, as fun loving and impish as I am, and a natural leader and party planner. Melissa's husband Bob is a former football player, probably 6'5", 225 pounds, blond hair and blue eyes. He has a really dry sense of humor, and sparkling eyes -- you never know what he is thinking or if he is serious or joking. He is not a take charge guy but seems to be willing to go along with almost anything. June's husband Fred is about the same size as Tim (though his build is not as athletic), with blue eyes and horn rimmed glasses that make him look serious; like a larger, cuter, Harry Potter. He is very kind and gentle, but a real straight arrow, and much quieter and less outgoing than the rest of us. Two things our husbands have in common -- they are really good looking and make enough money to allow us to take our bonding vacations without significant hardship. As our trips have progressed, we have gotten more demonstrably friendly with each other, and bolder in our activities. A number of our trips have been to warm climates where June, Melissa and I loved wearing our most outrageous bikinis and thrived on the ogling we got at the beaches and pools we visited, while keeping subjective score of which of us got the most attention. Tim and Bob wore wrap-around sunglasses on our bikini excursions and made no secret of the fact that they were enjoying the view. Fred, on the other hand, appeared uncomfortable, and excused himself on a number of occasions, to return more than an hour later. But he didn't try to -- nor could he have -- put a damper on June's exhibitionism. Our last trip got us all thinking about future possibilities. It was our last night on a snow ski vacation at a three bedroom condo with a spectacular outside hot tub. The skiing was wonderful but tiring, especially on the last day. Although we didn't drink as much as normal at dinner, our fatigue apparently resulted in intensifying the effect of the alcohol, and we were feeling no pain. When we decided to go to the hot tub, June saw no need to put on a swim suit. Instead she stripped naked at the table, and in response to Bob and Tim's hoots spun around showing off her luscious body, then said "I'm going to soak". As she left the rest of us looked at each other and said "What's a gal (or guy) to do?" and did the same. All except for Fred. He begged off, saying he was "getting sick" and went to bed. This was the first time, except for our spouses, that we had seen each other naked. The sexual comments and jokes flew, and there was no attempt to hide the eyeballing. After soaking a while the other three demanded that June and I stand up and show everyone why our bodies were not identical. I had to shave my pussy first -- in front of everyone else -- so that they could best compare us. There was also a lot of footsie playing, and a little erotic touching. But after an hour or two in and out of the heat of the hot tub, we started fading fast; it didn't help that we continued drinking. I made it to our bedroom and took a shower. Tim wasn't back yet when I finished, so I went into the living room and found the other four passed out. June was laying on Bob's chest, and Tim was spooning with Melissa, all still stark naked. I covered them all up with blankets and went to bed. During the night as each one of the "natural four" woke up (mostly to pee), they went to their bedroom instead of returning to the living room, so there were no bare asses to step over by the time that Fred got up the next morning to -- thankfully -- make breakfast for the rest of us. All of us, except Fred, had permanent smiles on our faces the whole way home. The other girls and I burned up the phone lines and Internet for weeks afterward talking about what might -- and eventually should -- happen on our next trip. The three of us came to the same conclusion. We wanted real excitement next time, including three way swapping. I subtly brought up the subject with Tim. All I got was a big shit-eating grin, a distinct bulge in his pants, and the retort "Hey babe, I'll rely on you to plan the activities and whatever you say is fine with me". Melissa told us Bob's reaction was essentially the same as Tim's. Fred pretended not to know what June was hinting at, and changed the subject. That meant we had to plan for a fly in the ointment -- but it wasn't going to stop us. June, Melissa and I decided that this time we needed a full week in a tropical location, and we had to have a bullet proof agenda. We swore that no matter what happened we would be cool with it, and there would be no adverse effect on our friendships. We were pleased with our cunning plan, and anxious to execute it. Melissa and Bob flew through the same hub airport as Tim and I, and we took the last flight to our destination together. Bob and Tim sat next to each other, as did Melissa and I, and I never saw the three of them more animated and excited (they said the same thing about me); Melissa was so energized she was unconsciously constantly putting her hands on her nipples and crotch. You can imagine what preoccupied our discussions. June and Fred arrived only a few minutes after we did at our destination tropical airport, and we gleefully greeted each other. June was virtually walking on air, maybe even more excited than Melissa. Only Fred was not demonstrative, although he was at least continuously smiling. Our accommodations were perfect -- surprising to the guys since they didn't know anything about them -- bringing sly smiles to Tim's and Bob's faces. We had a common large living area with an enormous balcony facing the ocean, on the top (fifth) floor, a small kitchen, and three bedrooms coming off the common area, each with its own bathroom with large steam shower and whirlpool tub. Our tropical paradise had a nearby topless beach -- which we cheerfully patronized the first day. We three girls got more attention than we ever had, and Bob and Tim were in heaven. Although Fred showed no emotion, he never excused himself, and this time had his own pair of wrap-around sunglasses. As per our plan, we had a raucous, but otherwise uneventful, dinner that night and turned in relatively early, somewhat tired from traveling, but also wanting to rest up for the activities to come. After a great breakfast the next day we went sailing on a crewed catamaran and lunched on a small remote island. When we got back we went on a nature walk then sunned at the pool until dinner. After a more than raucous dinner where the wine flowed freely and there was more lap-sitting and under the table hand play than all of our previous vacation dinners combined, we ended up back at the pool hot tub. All of us except for Fred went in naked, and even Fred came in, though with his swimsuit on. Melissa and I paid special attention to Fred, and I swear despite the heat of the hot tub he was constantly working to suppress a boner. Despite being more animated than normal, Fred was still the "party pooper" and went back to the room after about an hour, saying that since he swam a mile's worth of laps in the pool (he really had), he was tired. Now it was time to execute our plan. The five of us waited about a half hour, during which time Melissa, June and I told Tim and Bob about our swap meet. Although we made it clear they didn't have a choice, in reality we would have needed an elephant gun to keep them from participating. Part of the plan was that I had to be as close as possible to June in appearance and actions. I had already had long discussions with June about "technique", but now had to pass inspection. When we got back to the room, all naked, we blindfolded Bob and Tim. I put on the same ankle bracelet, stud earrings, perfume, and hair bow that June had on the whole evening (we had purchased them from the same Internet source weeks earlier), and Melissa asked Bob and Tim to tell us apart by feel. They could grab and poke anywhere they wanted. Bob and Tim were so excited we almost didn't get past this stage. Bob had no hope of telling us apart, and Tim swore that if he had been even slightly higher or groggier he wouldn't have been able to either. When we removed their blindfolds, I went up to Tim, gave him a big sloppy kiss, grabbed his balls, and whispered in his ear "Have a great time." He smiled, pinched my nipples, and said "I love you -- you're the best -- you too." With that I headed toward Fred's bedroom. Once I got to the bedroom door, I turned around and saw June being carried by Bob toward his bedroom while she was tonguing his ear, and Melissa and Tim in a passionate embrace with their hands all over each other. I took a deep breath -- now it was show time. When I got into Fred's room there was a night light on in the bathroom. I closed all of the light-tight drapes, and then turned out the night light, so that it was pitch black. I then crawled into bed and snuggled up to Fred. He was sleeping with only his boxers on. I blew into his ear and very softly whispered what June instructed me to. He started moving. I asked him if he liked my perfume. When he mumbled something positive I told him I had put some on my thighs, and he needed to get his nose down there. Getting another positive response, I pulled off his boxers -- he lifted up his hips to help me - then straddled him with my pussy and thighs over his mouth. I was pleased to see his dick and ball sack were as nice as June said they were, since he was the only one of us not to previously show his goods to the others. I sucked him with all I had, and he was soon groaning like an old weather vane. At the same time he was doing a really nice job of tonguing my clit while finger fucking me, although he was much, much more gentle that I was used to. He started virtually shivering when I started massaging his balls while sucking. I had been excited, and wet, all day and needed his cock in me now, so despite June's instruction to suck him until he came in my mouth, I couldn't wait any longer. Therefore I rose up, scooted my cunt down toward his dick, and unceremoniously impaled myself on it. I started vigorously riding him reverse cowgirl, like a rodeo clown. He surprised me by bucking upwardly in sync with my downward thrusts with more force that I thought him capable of, while he squeezed my ass cheeks, and occasionally even rose up and bit my lower back. I rode him for about fifteen minutes through two respectable orgasms; the whole time he seemed like he was in complete control. When my third orgasm started that seemed to be his cue to unload in me. Not only did he blast a monster load in me, but simultaneously he tenderly but purposefully shoved a finger in my ass hole and grabbed and twisted a nipple. Holy shit did that feel good. My third orgasm was a tsunami, wave after wave of pleasure pulsing through my body. Every time it started to subside Fred bucked his dick further into me and twisted a finger in my asshole, or inserted another one. I finally couldn't take it anymore, and pulled myself forward off his dick with my chest on his legs. With this action, when his dick head popped out of my dripping cunt it sent another pleasure blast through my nervous system resulting in a short but intense scream. I lay on Fred's legs while both of us moaned, sighed, and cooed for a good five minutes before Fred got the strength to reach down, grab me by the shoulders, and pull me next to him. We were spooning as he rubbed my arms, legs (touching and recognizing my ankle bracelet), and ass while I held one of his arms tight and pushed my butt up against his cock. After about ten minutes of this he whispered in my ear "I'm not done yet". I already knew that because I could feel his hardening cock poking into the crack in my ass. Fred helped me up to my hands and knees, and from behind rubbed my clit with one hand while massaging a tit with the other. He almost worked me to another orgasm before he inserted his steely into my cunt and started slow pumping. He did doggy in an unusual manner -- he pushed my butt down while straightening his back, which caused his dick to rub my G-spot with every reciprocation. I was trying to muffle my screams, but after a while couldn't control myself any more, and just hoped they couldn't hear me in the other bedrooms. As my screams grew louder, Fred straightened his back even more and pumped even harder. After a continuous orgasm for a good three minutes I was finally tapped out and just lay there whimpering. He then lifted my ass back up, bent his back, and started pumping even harder. By the time he rocketed his next load into me I was almost comatose -- but it felt sooo good. Once he had injected all he had, he grabbed me around the waist, lay his head on my back, and stayed that way until his dick became flaccid and snaked out. We spooned again, with cum continuously dripping out of my well-fucked cunt, and fell asleep within minutes. The next morning I saw Fred get up, open up the drapes, and crawl back next to me. I was about to spring on him that I was Jill, not his wife June, but before I could turn to face him he said "I hope you had a good night's sleep Jill, I sure did." With what I am sure was a shocked look on my face, I turned toward him and said "When did you know it was me?" He laughed and said "I suspected as soon as I tasted your pussy, but because of the perfume wasn't sure. But when you stopped sucking me before I ejaculated in your mouth, and you rode me reverse cowgirl I knew for sure. June has never done either, so I knew it had to be you." Now it was my turn to laugh. I said "Fred, you didn't seem to be on board with swapping so we thought we had to trick you." He smiled and after a pause seriously said "I've wanted to fuck you since I met you; but I didn't want to hurt my relationship with June, nor did I get any vibes from you that you were interested. Did you really think I would pass up the chance when I got it?" I was bowled over! What could I do but suck his cock again, and when I got him hard climb up on him and fuck him again. When we finally got up and got showered together, we went out into the living room hand-in-hand. Tim and Bob were there, each looking like they had eaten a canary, and heartily greeted us. I gave each of them a peck on the lips, and we chatted as I sat on Fred's lap. Shortly Melissa, then June, came out, gave their hubbies kisses, then put their arms around their previous night's fuck partner's neck. At breakfast you never saw six more serene people. We weren't real animated, but boy were we content. Fred sat to my right and rubbed my right thigh with his left hand during the entire meal, once in a while giving my pussy lips a light pinch. We all went back to our rooms to change to go on another excursion -- Melissa, June and I had earlier placed overnight bags in each other's rooms so we could stay with our fuck partners -- and as soon as Fred and I got back to his room he was on me like a fox on a hare. He didn't wait for me to take my sun dress off -- he pulled it off himself, and got on his knees and yanked my panties off, and buried his tongue in my pussy while grabbing my ass cheeks with his hands. After licking up a storm, he rose, he took out "his" and "hers" intensifying gels from his pocket, fingered some of the "hers" into my pulsating cunt, coated his dick with the "his", and then bent me over a padded chair. He stabbed me with his cock, and pumped like mad. He had me positioned so that he could pull out his dick completely and insert it back in without any chance of "missing", and that is exactly what he did. The gels created a warm tingling feeling of a type that I hadn't experienced before. He was groaning loudly, his balls were slapping hard against me, and I was yelping. I'm sure the others heard us if they were in the common living area. Again he drove me through an orgasm before climaxing himself just as my second orgasm started, and because of the gels these were really uniquely pleasurable orgasms. After I came back down from my euphoria, lying across the top of the chair with him lying on my back, I thought to myself "We've created a sex maniac." I got the feeling that Fred would have stayed in the room and fucked all day, but once we stood back up I French kissed him and said "We can't leave the others high and dry", so we put on our suits and cover-ups and met the others for our next excursion. They had obviously been waiting for us -- who knows how long -- but didn't say anything. They just had big smiles. We had another great day in paradise. Fred was as lively as I have ever seen him, and all six of us laughed and danced our way through the entire day. When we got back and were showering before dinner, Fred was raring to go again. On the pretext of helping me wash he started rubbing my cunt, and while doing that French kissed me. Then he lifted me up and while holding my thighs pushed my back against the shower stall, inserted his raging hard on, and thwacked me good. This time he came as soon as my first orgasm started. Our climaxes were so intense he had to lower my legs, but still all our knees gave out and we ended up in a heap on the floor of the shower, alternating between giggling and moaning. Again, we were the last to arrive for dinner. Embarrassingly, after dinner, we were also the first to leave. Fred said he was so tired he really needed to sleep and that I could stay at the table if I wanted. However, while he was "seriously" saying this he was rubbing my already wet cunt under the table. I had to keep moving around to keep from climaxing right there, but no matter how I moved his magic fingers found my cunt again. He had fucked me so well there is no way that I wasn't going with him so I yawned and pretended to be tired too, and we went back to the room together, with the others indicating they would soon follow us. When we got back to the room Fred apparently thought that he was a bull and I was a cow in heat because as soon as the door closed he was all over me, doing his best to mount me again. I was anxious to cooperate, but gave him enough resistance to turn him on even more (if that was possible). That resulted in a few torn articles of clothing, only enhancing our lust. Soon he had me lying on my side in the bed with his dick pummeling my pussy with such an intensity that you would think it was the last fuck he would ever get in his life. Friends will be Friends That night, he must have been popping pills, because he got up several times and got a glass of water. Each time he returned, shortly thereafter he was fucking me again. I'm not sure that we ever slept at all, between him massaging my entire body from head to toe and fucking me at regular intervals in almost every position imaginable. He was like the goddamn Energizer Bunny. I really don't know how many times we fucked or how many orgasms I had, but I wasn't about to ever stop him it was so pleasurable. We went to breakfast bleary eyed, and my pussy was so sore I couldn't find a comfortable position -- actually I was flustered, but I would accept that chagrin any day that I had been fucked like Fred did the job. I never saw Fred happier. He was constantly smiling and laughing, although walking bowlegged. Anticipating -- and hoping -- that we would be fucked-out, our plan called for us to spend a low key day and night with our spouses. I -- and I'm sure others -- fell asleep in the shade at the pool. We girls did nothing more strenuous than walk around doing a little shopping, and we got massages together at the resort health club. When Tim and I got to our room that night -- it probably was only 9 p.m.-- we kissed passionately for a minute or so, and then looked at each other and almost simultaneously said "Can we take a break tonight?" We were truly fucked out. We slept almost twelve hours, until about nine the next morning. I lay the whole night with my head on Tim's shoulder and I don't think that we moved at all. When morning arrived, I started to get excited knowing what was in store that day. I was really surprised at what a stud Fred was, and the literally fantastic way he serviced me. But now I was going to spend time with Bob, and I expected him to give me as much pleasure as Fred had. Apparently Bob had the same expectation because he was completely titillated when I saw him the next morning. As soon as he laid eyes on me, he came up and gave me a big hug. Even though our hug wasn't that long, his wood grew into a Sequoia in his pants. Our plan was to rent motorbikes for the day, with Fred and Melissa going in one direction, Tim and June in another, and Bob and I in a third. We would meet back for lunch, tell the others what we had seen, and then go together to what we concluded was the best spot. Bob had obviously scoped things out well in advance, and planned ahead. He brought a saddle bag that he placed on the motorbike, and we had only gone about four or five miles when he pulled into what he apparently knew to be a secluded beach. He speculated that it would be a wonderful view, and maybe we would want to sit there and sip some wine for a little while. I was highly suspicious, but aroused. He removed a blanket and some wine from the saddle bag, and laid out the blanket on the most secluded part of the already secluded beach. When we lay down on the blanket he asked if I wanted some wine. I said it was a little too early for me, so he put it aside. Then he grabbed my shoulder and pulled me toward him and asked "Is it too early for this too" as he planted a lascivious kiss on me. While I didn't like to drink in the morning, I did love to fuck before noon, so when he finally released me I quipped "It's never too early to fuck." Within minutes we had our clothes off, he was sucking, licking, and fingering my cunt, and I was stroking his dick. Fred and Tim have really nice looking dicks and ball sacks, just a little bigger than average size. Bob's were not as nice looking. But holy shit was his dick thick, and his testicles large. His dick was almost like a goddamn beer can in circumference. While I had seen it before in the hot tub, it was between flaccid and semi-erect; now it was in full glory. As I was stroking it and licking its head I was thinking "How in the hell is this thing going to fit in my little cunt?" I soon found out. Even though I was sopping wet by the time that Bob had worked over my cunt for a few minutes, he subtly pulled some lubricant out of the saddle bag as he spun around, and I could tell he was applying it to his cock head while he was kissing me. He then literally lifted me up and turned me over on my hands and knees and carefully inserted his log into my waiting fuck hole. He took it real slowly, giving me plenty of time to adjust to his girth. To my surprise it was actually working! As he was doing this he was bent over me, gently fondling my tits, and repeatedly whispering in my ear "I've wanted to fuck you since I first saw you. I've been dreaming about this for years." I thought to myself "Shit, I didn't know I had such a dramatic effect on my friends' husbands that both Fred and Bob would fantasize about fucking me." Once Bob was completely ensconced I quipped "Now you have your chance big boy, don't disappoint me," like that really was going to happen. Maybe I shouldn't have said that because Bob started banging me harder than I had ever been banged before. His thick cock was sending shock waves through my entire body with each thrust, and I could do nothing but scream and moan. I never really had a conventional orgasm while he was pummeling me, but the feeling I had was almost as euphoric. Then he injected a good dozen spurts of his cream into me, and that triggered an over-the-top orgasm. I think I blacked out, because the next thing I remember was laying on my side with something moving around in my asshole. I finally figured out that it was two or three of Bob's fingers, moving in a circular motion. When I came to full consciousness I said "Bob, I have never done anal and I'm not about to start with your horse dick." He laughed and said "I'll bet you like my finger puppets though." I couldn't deny that I did but responded "Just so you don't get that log near my rosebud." He replied "Well if you're going to be like that I'll just have to fuck your pussy again," which of course he promptly did; in the missionary position, bringing me through the same waves of pleasure and climax that I had the first time. But this time I fortunately stayed conscious, concerned that I might otherwise wake up with his cock reaming my ass. This is getting too long so let me summarize the rest. Bob and I fucked like rabbits that night through the next night. Although I didn't have nearly as many orgasms as with Fred, they were very pleasurable, and in balance both guys could not have done a better job of fucking me. The last night of our vacation we were with our spouses again. Once more Tim and I were too tired and sore to fuck, but we lay in bed talking. Tim was anxious to hear about my experiences and me about his. We took turns relating tales. He had butt fucked (something I wasn't willing to do) Melissa twice, and also tit fucked (something I couldn't really do since my tits were too small) her twice too, both of which he really enjoyed. She wasn't good for more than three fucks a day, regardless of type, but that was fine with Tim since they were all great ones. He was surprised how different it was fucking June than me since our bodies were so similar. Apparently I was tighter and my hands and lips were more activate, but her pelvis was so energized it was like she stuck her finger in an electrical socket, and never stopped moving her pelvis, or talking dirty, while fucking, regardless of the position. Also, she really loved to give head while simultaneously being eaten, and sucked him off three times; he said that they were the best blow jobs that he ever had. All in all it was a fantastic experience. We knew for sure we would be doing it again next year. There was a possible complication when as we were saying our goodbyes both Fred and Bob whispered in my ear that they wanted to fuck me anytime, anywhere, any way I was willing. I just smiled at them, and of course never told June or Melissa. When we got back home, after another day of rest, Tim and I fucked each other's brains out, some of the best sex of our lives. When I talked to the other girls, they had the same experience with their husbands. Yeah, we all can't wait for next time; maybe then we'll even have our first group sex experience. Friends with Benefits Ingrid Moore walked into her classroom. This would be her first class at Walsdorf University. She looked around the classroom and took in everyone in the class. She looked at the front row and sat down and stared at the clock hoping that class would be over fast. "Oh this sucks," thought Ingrid. "I don't know anybody here. My new roommate had sex in the room while I was five feet next to her in my bed. And I miss Chris like crazy. Oh shake it off Ingrid forget Chris he sure as hell forgot about you. And look you transferred here to get over him and all that drama so lets make the best of this." Ingrid looked over at the guy sitting next to her. He was texting on his cell phone. He has a sly smile on his face as he texted. She looked him over. He was cute. He had a shaggy brown hair that looked like bed head; his eyes were a deep bluish green. The most striking thing about him was his gorgeous dimple in his right cheek. She glanced down his body out the corner of her eye at his strong muscular arm in his polo crew shirt. Her eyes drifted down to his shorts. "Umm can I help you?" Ingrid eyes stilled as she looked up and him looking at her. "Um yeah I um like your shoes. Your shoes are really cute. Where did you get them I think my brother would want a pair?" Smooth Ingrid real smooth, thought Ingrid to herself. He cocked his head to the side and laughed to himself. "The flip flops are from Gap. I'm pretty sure your brother would want a pair. What's your name?" "Ingrid, what's your name?" She looked at him check his new text message and saw him grin some more. What a cocky little jerk. He can't even stop texting for a minute to even tell me his lousy name, thought Ingrid. "Sorry about that. I'm Blake. So Ingrid I've never seen you before in any of my Econ classes are you new here?" He glanced at her body as she started to speak. She was cute. He took in her dark chocolate skin, her long black hair pulled in a ponytail, her breast that were pushing against that shirt she had on just begging for release, and her curvy thick hips in the short blue jean skirt she had on. She licked her lips as she explained that she had transferred and rambled on about her roommate. He honestly could care less he just wanted to know what he had to do to get her in bed with him as soon as possible. He knew she liked him because she saw her stare at him when she sat down. He licked his lips and watched as her eyes focused on his tongue as it went across his lips. Oh yes, thought Blake this should be easy. "So Ingrid I have had Prof. Rowe before in a different class. I pretty much understand what he wants on all his papers, so if you want some help or to study with someone I would love to help." He flashed her his grin again. Ingrid took in his grin and all of a sudden he reminded her of her ex Chris. While Chris was black and gorgeous and Blake was white and equally gorgeous, but he somehow gave her the same feeling that she had for Chris when they first met, She didn't trust it. "Thanks, but I'm sure I can figure it out." Ingrid turned and focused on the front of the classroom. Blake starred at her in shock. Did this just happen. I just got rejected. Did she just reject me? No, no I must have heard her wrong, thought Blake. He turned to say something to her just then Prof. Rowe walked in and began his lecture. Blake paid attention to the lecture, but kept stealing glances at Ingrid. He watched her type on her laptop and not pay him any attention. Finally class ended. Ingrid grabbed her books and head out of the classroom before he could stop her. Ingrid walked out to doors to head to her dorm when she felt someone grab her arm to halt her. She looked back to see Blake red faced looking at her. "I had to run to catch up with you. Did you not hear me calling your name," asked Blake? "Sorry I had my ipod on. What's up?" She watched him rub his hand over his hair. He looked down at her and she realized he was pretty tall. She hadn't noticed that while they were sitting in class, but he was about 6'1 to her 5'7 height. "Look I hope back there you don't think I was trying to make a move on you or anything. I was just honestly trying to help you out with Professor Rowe's class. He is known for his hard grading and I just thought why not help the new girl out." Ingrid grinned. "So you ran after me to tell me that you hope I didn't think wrongly of you?" Blake smiled at that gorgeous dimple reappeared. "Well yeah and to give you my number. No strings with it or anything. Its just in case you change your mind and need some help while studying." "Ok, thank you Blake." She put his number in her cell phone. She saw a group of guys looking over at them and wave at Blake. "Friends of yours?" "Yeah, my frat brothers. Anyway like I said call anytime." He waved bye and ran over to his friends. Ingrid put on her ipod and walked back to her dorm room. "Who was the black chick Blake, asked Billy to Blake as he ran over?" "Oh her she is a new project I am working on. Turns out it wont be as easy as I thought." He laughed and slapped hands with his friends. "Wait, wait what about your project with Lisa Rounds, and Marie Moore, and that big tit girl from that diner." "Oh I finished with Lisa last week, Marie two days ago, and big tits last night. Look at what she texted me. She's begging for more." He walked over to his car. "I don't know how you do it Blake; all these girls just fall for you," said Billy. Blake opened his car door. "That's just the thing Billy they fall for me. I don't fall for them." He got in his car and drove home. ************************ Ingrid stared at the clock and back at the Economics book for Professor Rowe. This is ridiculous I have been studying this for the last three hours and I still have no clue what this man want s for this paper, thought Ingrid. She glanced over at her roommate, April putting the finishing touches on her makeup before she went out for some pre Valentines party at some frat house. It had been a whole month since she moved in with April. While she hated her at first, but they soon set up boundaries and made a rule no sex in the room while the roommate was there. After that they kind of became friends. "April I can't believe you get to go out while I'm stuck in the room trying to figure out this paper." April turned from the mirror and smiled at Ingrid. "Ingrid you haven't been to a party yet since you have been here. Now come on this paper will be here tomorrow, just come out with me tonight. I have the perfect red dress for you to wear just like mine. We'll be like twins except your ebony and I'm ivory." Ingrid laughed and looked at the skintight red spandex dress April had on. It showed everything. "No, I have to do this tonight it has to be e-mailed to him by Monday morning." April pouted and then grabbed her purse. "You suck Ingrid, but you're my friend anyway. Look call somebody in your class and see if they can help you. That is if they aren't at the hottest party of tonight. But, if you by chance change you mind about the party text me and let me know and I will meet you. Oh and I will leave this dress out for you because you have to wear red to get in." She walked to the door and waved bye. Ingrid waved back and looked at her lonely one paragraph on the computer screen. She sighed and picked up her phone on scrolled down to Blake's name. Should I call him and ask for help, thought Ingrid. It had been a month since he offered her help at anytime. Since then she had been dodging him, by running out the classes they had together, and getting on the phone when she saw him approaching her. He was just too much of a temptation. His face had taken the place of Chris's while she masturbated. She heard herself call out his name and knew that she wanted him. But, she did need his help to finish the paper. She clicked his name on her phone and heard it ring. She was just about to hang up after the third when she heard his voice. "Hello." She heard a lot of music in the background of wherever he was. "Hey Blake, its Ingrid I uh need your help." She head him mumble something to somebody and he must have moved to a quieter room because she could hear him clearer now. "Ingrid I'm glad you finally called. I would have called you, but you never gave me you number." Ingrid bit her lip nervously. "Yeah, sorry about that. Look I am doing Rowe's paper and I am stuck. I don't really get how he wants this to be done. Do you think you can help?" " Yeah, Can you come over here? I would come to you, but we are kind of throwing this thing here at the frat house and I have to stay." Oh crap I should have figured the Valentines party would be at his frat house. Ingrid glanced at the red dress hanging up on the closet door. "Hello, hello Ingrid are you still there?" Blake's words interrupted her thoughts. "Yeah, sorry about that. Yeah I can come to you. You all are throwing the Pre V-day party right?" "Yeah, you heard about it huh? Call me when you get here and we'll go over it. My room is quiet and nobody is allowed in there so we can look over it there." Ingrid heard some hooting in the background. " I have to go Ingrid see you in a little bit." Ingrid stared at the dress and then at her computer screen. " Oh don't act like you don't want to got," said Ingrid to herself. She put the dress on and it was the thinnest material that she had ever had on before. It fit so close to her body. She turned and looked at her flat belly, Her 36 D breast and her thick thighs in the dress. She slipped on some black heels and let her hair out the ponytail and flat ironed it straight down her back. She put on some makeup and grabbed her black trench coat to cover the dress and her laptop. ----- " Hey April can you come meet me I am in the front of this party and I so don't want to walk in alone," yelled Ingrid into her cell phone over the loud music that was coming out of the house and crowd of people outside that were going in. "Yeah here I come. Oh I am so glad you came. Let's see oh there you are." April hung up her phone as she walked over to Ingrid. "You look gorgeous. Lets see you in the dress take off the coat." Ingrid shook her head no. "This dress is so revealing April. I cannot go in there like this. I have to keep this on." April frowned. "Stop being overdramatic its girls in their with thongs and bras on. Come on let me see." Ingrid pulled the coat open and took it half way off. "Oh you bitch I am so jealous. You look so hot in that dress. The red looks great on you. You have to lose the coat. At least for minute to make the guys squirm and all the girls jealous." "I don't know April." April grabbed the coat and pulled it the rest of the way off Ingrid. "Ok so now I have the coat so no more excuses lets go in." She grabbed Ingrid's hand and pulled her inside of the party. Ingrid glanced around at all the people in the party. Most of the people were drinking it was a lot of humping on the dance floor. As she walked by guys they stared at her with their mouths open. April pulled them over to her friends and they looked at her up and down and passed her a phony smile when April introduced them. One of them, Liz, was rambling about Blake and how hot he looked tonight. "I'm going to get a drink. I'll be back," said Ingrid to April. April was flirting with some blonde guy. She shook her head okay to Ingrid then turned back to him. Ingrid clutched her laptop bag to herself as she squeezed through the crowd to the kitchen for a drink. She walked in and saw him, sitting on the counter drinking a beer. Billy hit Blake and pointed to the girl that walked into the kitchen. Blake stared at Ingrid as she walked in and caught his breath as looked at her. She was gorgeous. He was used to looking at her with her hair in a ponytail and light lip-gloss on. Today she was like a new woman. She was cute before, but now she was hot. Much hotter than any of these other chicks in the party. He was so excited when she called earlier he got rid of the girl that was sitting on his lap and walked over to the back room to hear her. Now that she was here he was at a loss of words. She looked up and him and grinned. He smiled at her as she approached him with her computer bag squeezed close to her body as if to hide her gorgeous figure in that tight dress. "Hey Blake, my phone was in my jacket and my friend took my jacket so I couldn't call." "Hey, yeah no problem. I'm glad you came. You look really nice in that dress." "You like it. I think it's a little too much it's my roommates." Blake jumped off the counter and grinned down at Ingrid. She felt her knees grow weak as he smiled at her. That same smile was on his face in her dreams that left her cumming in her dorm bed. He took her hand. "Lets go up to my room, its quiet up there." Ingrid shook her head yes while he led her through the crowd of people up to his room. He closed the door behind them and it was pretty quiet in the room. Ingrid glanced around his room and saw that is was not what she expected. She expected pictures of half naked girls or maybe even a poster from some old rock band. All he had was a plasma on the wall a Wii next to it, books in the book case, a desk, and King size bed. He sat on the chair leaving her to sit on his bed. "Ok so what is it that you don't get about the paper? He stared at her. "What really no asking are you comfortable on the bed, no trying to get me to get under the covers." He laughed. "I mean if you want you can get comfortable and get under the covers feel free, but I thought you came here to help with the paper. Right?" Ingrid let her fingers go through her hair. "Yeah, Sorry I shouldn't have said that. I do need help." She kicked her heels off, pulled out her laptop, and showed him what she had so far. He then explained what she should do for the rest of the paper, which made it all clear. "Oh my gosh thank you so much Blake. You should have seen me I was pulling my hair out in my dorm." She loaded her laptop back in the bag. "I told you anytime. Now you can stop dodging me in class." She stopped what she was doing and looked up at him. "I wasn't dodging you." Her eyes darted around at everything around them except him as she felt him take a step toward her. "Oh really Ingrid. Then look me in the eyes." He took another step toward her till he was right next to her. "You know you are really full of yourself you know that. If you think I want you or something you are like way off." Ingrid glanced at his shirt, but not his eyes. Blake let his fingertips lightly touch her shoulders. He slid his fingertips down her arms. Ingrid felt goose bumps form on her body as he touched her. Her pussy tingled and she could feel the wetness begin to form as she slid his fingertips up and down her body. Her mouth opened and let out a small sigh. Blake let his fingertips stop under her chin and her raised her face so she could look into his eyes. Her brown eyes shined with lust. The look in her eyes made his cock twitch and he felt it strain in his pants. Ingrid stared into his blue eyes and licked her lips. Her body needed his now. She stepped closer to him to feel in any space that was between them. She felt his hard cock press into her stomach Her nipples hardened a pocked through the thin material of the dress. Blake let his hand raise up to her breast as teased her nipples through material of the dress. Ingrid let out a grown just as Blake covered her mouth with his own. He slid his tongue into her mouth as she accepted it and sucked it. Blake rubbed her nipple harder though the dress as he broke their kiss and began sucking on Ingrid's neck. Ingrid pulled his head deeper on her neck and ran her fingers through his dark brown hair. Blake pushed Ingrid toward the bed until the back of her legs hit the mattress. Ingrid fell onto the bed and Blake laid her back and sprawled her legs open. He stared at Ingrid's naked pussy. He grinned to himself. "You naughty girl Ingrid you went out with no panties on." She tired to close her legs out of embarrassment. Blake pushed them open and slid his finger over her wet pussy. Ingrid moaned at his touch and humped to pull his finger deeper. He let his finger glide over her clit back and forth creating friction on it. Ingrid moaned and grabbed his wrist to guide his finger in her. Blake stopped his hand and pulled his finger back. Blake watched her squirm. He placed his middle finger at her opening and pushed in and out slightly. Ingrid's pussy squeezed his finger. Blake pulled his finger out of her pussy. "Let's see if you taste as good as you look." Blake licked her cum off his finger. "Just as I thought sweet. Here taste." Blake rose up and pushed two fingers into Ingrid's pussy as he kissed her letting her taste herself off his tongue. She moaned in his mouth as he fucked her slowly with his fingers bring her over the edge. She humped his fingers pulling the dress down as her body writhed from cumming. Blake watched as her breast came into view. He leaned over to her breast and licked the nipple and pulled it into his mouth with his teeth. Ingrid groaned Blake's name as she felt her wave of cumming stop. Blake sucked her nipple deeper into his mouth and removed his cum fingers and began massaging her other breast. Ingrid began humping his leg as she felt his cock next to her pussy in his pants. She reached down and released his cock from his pants and let her hand slide up and down the head. It was thick and long. Blake moaned and released her nipple from his mouth. Ingrid pushed him on the bed and pulled his pants and boxers down. She stood up and pulled the dress over her head. Blake took his shirt off and stared at amazement at he body. Her pussy lips were wet, she was neatly shaved, and breast shiny with his saliva. She leaned in front of him and licked his cock from the balls to the head. He let his head hit the pillow and groaned loudly as she sucked his cock into her mouth. He shut his eyes to hold back from cumming. He couldn't last too much longer she was doing something to him. She massaged his balls and she sucked his cock deeper into her mouth. Blake picked her up and laid her on the bed. He opened her legs and pushed his cock in her. Ingrid smiled as he filled her with his cock. Blake pulled out and then pushed deeper into her pussy. Ingrid wrapped her legs around his waste pulling him even deeper into her. Blake gripped the backboard of his bed and he pumped in and out of her pussy. He looked down and Ingrid as she raised her hand to his face and pulled him into a kiss and she came slowly screaming his name into his mouth. She tightened her grip with her legs and he pushed in harder cumming her until he couldn't pump anymore. Blake collapsed beside her on the bed and covered them with his sheets. "Wow, Ingrid wow. That was incredible." He leaned down and kissed her forehead. Ingrid grinned and let herself fall asleep in his arms. ******** Ingrid woke up around 5:00 am and looked at the clock. She felt Blake soft breathing on her neck as she felt him pull her naked body closer to his as he slept. Ingrid let herself enjoy the feeling for one more moment. "What am I doing," thought Ingrid. "He probably does this with all his women. Makes them feel like they are special and holds them close and then drops them when they wake up. Well I will show you Blake I will be gone when you wake up." She looked over at him. Gosh he was gorgeous even when he slept. She looked at his naked chest and he great abs that she just enjoyed rubbing on last night. She shook her head to get the image out of her mind. Ingrid slid his arm off her body and lightly got out of the bed. She pulled her dress back on and grabbed his hoodie that was on his desk chair. She would give it to him in class. She grabbed her shoes and computer and left out his room. She stepped over Blake's friend Billy as she left out. He awoke as she got to the door. Friends with Benefits "Oh yay Blake finished his project." She glanced at him and then crept out of the door. She put the hoodie on and went back to her dorm. Blake woke up to his phone going off. He looked at the time on the phone and then to the space where Ingrid was the night before. "Ingrid?" He got out of bed and put on his boxers. He checked his bathroom and found it empty. He went into the hallways and found it empty as well. "Where is she?" He went downstairs and saw Billy in the kitchen drinking beer to offset his hangover. "Hey man, have you seen Ingrid down here?" "Naw man she crept out of here real early this morning. Oh so tell me how was it? Was she good?" Blake was shocked. She left me this morning. Wow, no me telling her that I would call her thing. He couldn't believe he slept with her in his arms. He never had done that before. He usually got on his side of the bed and they either got the hint that he didn't want to be bothered anymore and he fake snored until the got the hint. "Are you cool Blake? I asked you how was she?" "I don't want to talk about it." He grabbed a donut and headed back to his room. He looked down at his cell phone and saw he had a text: "Hey Blake. I had fun last night. I borrowed your hoodie I'll give it back to you in class. Thanks again, Ingrid." He laughed and threw his phone down. She played me, thought Blake. She played me, for sex and then left. She did what I was supposed to do. He sighed and got in the shower. ********** "So where were you last night Ingrid. You told me you were getting a drink and then I see you head up the stair with Blake." April stared at Ingrid as she lay in bed with Blake's hoodie still on under the covers. " Oh you don't want to know April." "Yes, I do now come on spill the beans. I heard you creep in here at five something this morning so I know you weren't studying till that time of night especially with Blake. Who I must say is so hot. So if you got some of that please fill me in." "He's just a friend April. Oh thanks for charging my phone by the way also, you are a great friend." "Exactly we are friends Ingrid. You and Blake were not chilling talking about class until five this morning so spill the beans so I don't have to make up what you all did in my mind. Or better yet if you don't want to give any juicy details just tell me is he as great in bed as I have heard or not." "Oh April its too early for this conversation." April screeched and laughed at her friend. "One, Ingrid it is 2:00 p.m and two, wow it must have been great because this is the most laid back I have seen you since I met you." "Oh my gosh April its two. I have to finish this paper." Ingrid hoped out of bed and got in the shower. *********** Ingrid sat down next to Blake in Prof. Rowe's class. Blake watched as she crossed her legs in her jeans and leaned over to get her book out exposing her cleavage to him. He couldn't get her out of his mind. He remembered how she writhed up under him and screamed his name. All weekend he kept thinking of her text message and how vague and nonchalant it was, and now here she was sitting next to him torturing him all over again. They sat through class without saying anything to one another. Class ended and he watched her sort through her book bag for something. "Here you go Blake. Sorry I took it. I just didn't want to go home with that dress on. That would have been a bad walk of shame with that dress on." She handed his hoodie to him. He stuffed it in the bag. "No problem its cool. So you finished the paper with no issue?" She smiled at him and squeezed his arm. "Yeah thanks to you. Thank you so much for the help." She let his arm go and he still felt the heat from her hand on his arm. He could feel his body start to get turned on and his cock started to strain in his pants. He moved to situate himself. "Yeah like I said anytime, no problem. You left early that morning. You didn't give me a chance to say bye." Blake watched her nibble her bottom lip. "Umm yeah I just figured you had something to do and plus I had to run home and finish the paper. I didn't want to wake you up." Ingrid gathered her books and stood up to leave. "Where are you going right now," asked Blake?" "To the library I have to work on Prof. Moore's paper." He grinned at her and she suddenly felt her pussy tingle as she remembered his smile when he looked at her naked the other night. "I'll go with you I have to work on that paper as well." He looked at her butt as she walked in front of him on the way out the room. He just needed to sleep with her one more time and he would be done with wanting her. Some girls waved at Blake as they walked pass him. He ignored them and as they walked. "Oh I forgot to ask you Blake what project were you working on with me that you finished last night?" His smile faded some, but then resurfaced. "What are you talking about?" Ingrid laughed to herself. They walked into the library. "Your friend, Billy, said you finished a project with me when I left out the other night." Blake put on his innocent face. " He must have been confused about something. Who knows, Billy's a weird kid. Lets sit here." They sat down. Some more girls walked bye and smiled at him. "It appears you have a lot of fans Blake." "Are you one?" He smiled at her again. "See there you go again Blake you always try to be so smooth. I'm just curious why pay so much attention to me. You had me you won your little project. Why still go after me?" "Maybe I like you. Maybe you intrigue me." Blake's words surprised him himself. She looked at him and then ran her hands through her hair. " Yeah, well let's just work on this paper." Oh my gosh, thought Ingrid. Did he just say he liked me? I hope my face didn't give off any signs that I loved him saying that. This playing it cool thing is not an easy thing to do. When I touched him in the classroom I just wanted to grab him and kiss him. Ingrid started reading over her notes. They both worked on their paper for a few hours until they finished. "Oh, finally I feel like we have been in here forever," said Ingrid. Blake stood up and took her hand. " Come with me." "Where are we going, Blake?" She looked around as they headed toward the back of the library. "Just come on and be quiet." He pulled her to the last row by this history stacks. "I have wanted to this all day." He pulled her against the stack and pressed his lips onto hers. Ingrid pulled his kiss deeper and grabbed the back of his head. Blake pushed his tongue into her mouth and let his hands roam through her hair. He loved feeling the softness of her long hair through his fingers. He took his hand down and rubbed down her cheek and neck to her breast. He massaged her nipple though her bra and shirt. "Ohh Blake." She sucked his bottom lip in her mouth. All the cool attitude she was trying to portray earlier went out of the window when let his fingers play with the button of her jeans. She moaned his name in anticipation of what was about to happen "Shhh Ingrid you will get us caught." He kissed down to her belly button and lifted her shirt and pulled her breast out of her bra. He licked around her nipple and then sucked it into his mouth. "Fuck me Blake. Oh my gosh fuck me now." Blake pulled her pants down and then his own. He picked Ingrid up as she raised her legs around his waist. He thrust his penis in her. Ingrid muffled her scream in his shoulder and bit down. Blake pushed her further on the books as he pushed in and out of her. Her pussy walls constricted around his cock. Ingrid grabbed his hair and pulled his face close to hers. She moaned in his ear. "I'm going cum Blake. Oh is feels so good." Her grip tightened around his waste. Blake pumped in and out of Ingrid as he felt himself about to cum. He felt Ingrid's body start to convulse. He pushed into her releasing his seed in her pussy. He released her and they both collapsed against the bookcase. Ingrid dipped her finger in her pussy and tasted their juice mixed together. Blake smiled at her and pulled his pants up and then helped her up and straightened her clothes. "I can't believe we just did that." He pulled her close to him. "I can't believe you were so loud. I'm surprised I never had you for a screamer." She punched him in the arm. "Whatever Blake. I have to go home." They walked back to the table and grabbed their stuff. "Wait, I'll walk with you." They walked toward her place side by side. "So, these little sex romps have been cool," said Ingrid. She started nibbling on her bottom lip. Which Blake now realized she did that now whenever she was nervous. Here it comes, thought Blake now she is going to want to get all-serious. "Yeah look I can't do the serious relationship thing. You are totally cool and all, but me with one woman is not going to happen. So.." Ingrid started laughing. "You think I want a serious relationship with you? No, I have had that with a guy like you before and all I end up getting is hurt in the end. And I do not want to go through that again. This is fun. The sex is great so why not continue just that." He looked at her astonished at first and then smirked. "You're serious? You want to do the friends with benefits thing?" She looked at him in the eyes. His blue eyes shone in the night when the moon hit them. Oh he was so hot. " Yeah, I'm not going to lie I want you in bed. You and I are amazing in bed, why not continue it without all the drama." They stopped in front of her dorm. He pulled some strands of hair that was in her face back." Cool." Blake leaned down and kissed Ingrid slowly. Ingrid felt her body craving his once more. She didn't know if she could handle him twice in one night. Their body seemed to have some type of pull toward each other whenever they were in close proximity to each other. Ingrid pulled back from him. "I better go in. I'll see you in class tomorrow." She walked up to her door and waved bye. Blake walked over to his the parking lot. "Wow, this turned out better than I thought. No relationship just sex and I can still fool around with other chicks." Blake got in his car and headed home. Friends with Benefits She's hanging out in her living room when her phone goes off. It's her friend, her lover whom she hasn't seen in months. He's in town and wants to hang out. She invites him over. She's hanging out in her pjs, but she's not really concerned with that at this point. Not like her pjs are gonna stay on for long anyway. She goes outside and waits for him. It's dark and kinda chilly out, but she seriously does not care. He pulls up, shuts off his car, gets out, and makes his way to the porch. She smiles at him. Not really surprised he remembered where she lives. She says, "Hi." He responds with a "hi." of his own. She opens the door when he gets on the porch, she goes inside, waiting for him to come in before she shuts the door, and locks it behind him. They're standing in the kitchen, still..... She says without him asking, "They are asleep and if they wake up, they're gonna get a damn good show!" His response, "Ah!" She asks, "Are we just gonna stand in the kitchen or should we go to the living room?" No response. She says, "Living room it is." Now..... Two minutes later... They're in the living room. He's sitting on the couch and she's curled up, facing him. He stares at the ceiling, trying to figure out what to do. She watches him. He's tall, thin, and has blonde hair. He's majorly gorgeous. Drop-dead sexy, even. She's shorter than he is, not so thin, and has dark hair. And, not so hot, but it doesn't matter. He thinks she's beautiful anyway. Now, he's looking at her. She smiles. She moves closer to him then she straddles him. She's wearing shorts, no panties and a thin white tank, no bra. He has too much on. She scoots back, grabs his shirt, pulls it up over his head, and tosses it on the back of the couch. She smiles at him. She starts running her hands up and down his chest to his stomach then back up again. She runs her fingertips over his nipples, making them hard. As she does that, she starts grinding in his lap. He's not shy, he touches her breasts going under her tank, massaging them gently but firm. She moans, but she continues grinding, but stops playing with his nipples. She grabs the back of the couch, leaning down she kisses him and he kisses her back. He's such a great kisser. So sweet, soft, and gentle on hers. She stifles a moan as one of his hands move down her body while the other one stays. She breaks off his kisses, sitting up, she grabs her shirt, pulls it off, and tosses onto the back of the couch with his. He immediately leans forward and takes her left breast into his mouth, sucking, licking. She groans. She's getting wet and he's getting hard. She can feel him through his pants. Which need to come off, eventually. He moves to her right breast, doing the same thing. She moans. She wiggles in his lap, grinding against his hardening cock. A cock that she wants in her mouth, pussy, and ass. As well as between her breasts. She pushes him against the couch and kisses him. Coaxing his tongue in her mouth, she sucks it like she does his cock then gently nips it. She breaks his kisses off again and moves off of him. She grabs his hand and pulls him up off the couch. She says, "Strip!" He does so without being told twice. She smiles. He sits back down, totally naked. She kneels in front of him, between his legs. She runs her hands on his thighs to his hard, long, and thick cock. She moves her right hand to his cock, grabbing him and starts stroking him slowly at first then gradually picks up pace. Harder and faster. She squeezes and loosens her hand around him. She leans forward and licks him from base to head like a lollipop. She pulls him down slightly and shoves him inside her wet, hot mouth. She starts sucking harder, harder, faster, and faster! She uses her right hand to stroke him in the opposite direction of her sucking. She deep throats him the best she can over and over again then just sucks him as fast and hard as she possibly can. Her mouth getting wetter and wetter. She sucks him hard then deep throats him again. He's getting close. She speeds up. He tenses and fills her mouth with cum. She swallows every drop. She moves back, wiping her lips with her hand. She says, "Yummy!" and he just sits there, trying to breathe normally again. She smiles at him and moves to sit back on the couch. She asks, "Was that good? Feel better?" He answers, "Yes!" He says, "So..." She smiles, says, "So what?" This is where he leans over and kisses her to shut her up. She asks after he breaks the kiss off, "So, what brings you to my little corner of the world?" No response. Sick of "talking" she stands up, walks over to the light, turning it off, then walking back to him. She takes her shorts off. She in her 'dominate' tone says, "Lay down on the couch." He does. She smiles in the dark. He's hard again, she's soaked, extremely horny, shaved, and warm. She straddles him, moving so he'll slide inside her. She moans and he makes a noise as he goes all the way inside her sweet pussy. She starts riding him hard and fast. He's so deep, if he goes any deeper he'll bottom her out. But, she scoots back forcing him to go even deeper. She moans. She moves harder and harder and harder. Faster and faster and faster, too. God, he feels so good. He does not just lay there. He moves against her and he is definately not afraid to touch her, which she likes, a lot. She grinds, rotates her hips, and rides him until he cums inside her. She breathes, "oooh baby!" She does not stop moving, she keeps going until he can't cum anymore and he goes soft. With a grunt, she unstraddles him. Standing on the floor, she stays still, steadying herself before she puts her shorts back on. He's laying there. She sits on the chair, her pussy pulsing, having 'blue-balled' herself for the moment. She grabs a blanket, laying it on on the floor. Then, she goes and gets her toy, bringing it into the living room. She lays down. He's still laying on the couch, but he's curious as to what she's up to. She takes her shorts off, puts her toy to her clit and turns it on by pushing the battery in. She purrs as it vibrates her swollen clit. She moans and moves against it. Grabbing the blanket under her, she moves faster against her toy. She moans, "OH MY GOD! If you want to feel my climax, you better get down here and in me again." And, he's down on the floor, in a heartbeat. Doesn't take him long to get hard again and fast, he thrusts into her. She moves against both her toy and him. She moves her toy, so she doesn't have to hold it. It's pinned between them. As, he thrusts against her, the toy moves against her clit. She moans and grunts. She asks, "Feel good, doesn't it?" He says, "Yes." And it does. Feels VERY good! She puts her hands on his sides, digging her nails in slightly and moves faster and harder against him. Finally, she can't hold it anymore, shuddering hard she cums just as hard and fast. He cums soon after she does. He rolls off and they lay there trying to catch their breaths. She says, "Damn, that was good!" Then, she asks, "Are you done for now?" His reply is, "Yes." She lays there for a minute longer before putting her shorts back on then she climbs over him to get to her shirt, putting it on. She goes back to the floor and lays down back down beside him. He says, "So...." She says, "So what?" She asks, "Are you tired?" He says, "Yes." She says, "You can stay here with me." So, he does. Now, this should prove interesting and loads of fun. She gets up to go get pillows and another blanket. She comes back and tosses one pillow and the other blanket on the couch, saying, "You can sleep on the couch, it's a lot more comfortable then sleeping on the floor. And, before you say anything, it's okay I like sleeping on the floor most of the time." So, he gets up and lays back on the couch and she lays down on the floor. She says, "Good night, sweet dreams." Soon, they are both asleep. Friends with Benefits I co-own a salon about five miles away from the air base. It is a cute little salon and my business partner and I try very hard to make customer service our priority. We get a lot of the air force and their families in the salon as we offer them pricing at the same rates that the base charges it helps to keep us busy and we do a good volume of clients, even if we do not make quite as much as we could by charging a higher price. We think it is important and most of the military people know someone that is not in the military that they refer to us, and then those new clients that are non-military we charge the normal rates. It helps us make a better living. It is about 3:30 on a Saturday afternoon, and the salon usually closes by 4:00, unless there was something extra special going on that day, like there was a big dance or sometimes a wedding will set our day back a little later. I still had two clients left for the day, both were under the dryers and after quick comb-outs, they would both be on their way. My business partner had already finished with her book, and she was doing the laundry and the trash, all the general cleaning jobs like that. I was making up the bank deposit when the door to the salon opened. I could not believe my eyes. I was so shocked. I quickly stood and ran around the reception desk. I threw my arms around your neck and I asked you "But, I thought that you were coming back from Afghanistan through NC, not this base on your way back to Arizona?' I said I was so perplexed. I have dreamed of seeing you face to face since our cyber relationship had began and here you were, right in front of me. I was trembling inside with my excitement. You looked deep in my eyes and chuckled, you called me "Nerd" which was your nickname for me and then you said," I decided to surprise you. I need a haircut, and I really wanted the best before I went home." I replied "Wiseass I am going to need about fifteen minutes to finish up my other customers" knowing that the older women that were waiting for me would have never heard what I said with the dryers running; hell, they could hardly hear you if you were right next to them and the salon were completely quiet. I have known of you forever, since high school in our hometown and in the last year, we reconnected on a social networking website. We played the I know you but why game. It took us several emails, playing a game of six degrees of separation to figure out how we new each other, we finally just instant message one night and came across the true reason we knew of each other, it was your cousins that I was close friends with. You grew up living next door to them. When we hit this revelation, I actually heard your cousin's voice inside my head saying your name and then "am my cousin." "No problem, but I will need a favor from you, when we finish can you drive me back to the base? I hitched a ride over here." You replied to my need for a few minutes to finish up my regular clientele. "Was it difficult to find a ride over here? I asked, I was still so shocked and so happy that you were here with me, instead of thousands and thousands of miles away. You replied, "No apparently they guys that work in transport were very familiar with the place, apparently you cut most of their hair." I said, "I might actually do the whole department." I smiled. In the back room, I told my business partner," Hey why don't you get out of here like you were planning, I'm finishing up my ladies and then I have one extra haircut. I will lock us in once my women leave so no one else comes in. I thought that you had plans tonight." She replied "Yes, I do have dinner plans, and from the look of things I believe that you are about to become dinner for one sexy airman." as she gave me a knowing look. I have a hard time hiding things from her. She always knows my true feelings. I gave her a hug and said, "Love ya" knowing she would keep quiet about my affair. Of course, I knew every sordid detail of her life also. You sat in one of the reception chairs and waited as I got my women out from the dryers, helped them across the salon one at a time, then called their ride. I quickly pulled the rollers out, brushed through their hair, teased and smoothed the hair I sprayed them with some spray and removed the comb out cape. Helped them with their coats and as their ride pulled up Shari, my business partner finished the towels she was folding, she yelled to me that there was a load in the dryer and one in the washer that needed to get dried before I left. I said no problem. She then said I'd drop the deposit on my way home. I said once again to her that I loved her and she was out the door. We were alone, for the first time ever. I locked us in the salon, and pulled the shades, turned the sign to close. We should be left alone now. I walked you back to the shampoo sink and I said, "Have a seat." I began to drape you for your haircut. I put a neck strip around you and as my fingers brushed against your skin I felt shivers go through my body. I took a cape, wrapped it around your neck, and fastened it. Then I said that this was going to be a haircut that you would never forget. I had you lay back and said, "Close your eyes." You said "why?" "Just close them until I tell you." I said. "Ok" you answered and mumbled "nerd" under your breath. I pulled my top over my head and slid out of my bra. I started the water in the sink and before I ran any on your head, I said ok now. You opened your eyes to the sight of me leaning over you topless. I began to wet your hair down and you gazed up at me, with the look on your face of a kid in a candy store. "They are much nicer in person" you remarked. I began to shampoo and as my hands rubbed and my fingertips massaged your scalp, my boobs shook, inches from your face. "MMMMmmm" you moaned and I was not sure if it was because you were enjoying the scalp massage, because you were staring at my tits or a little of both. I finished washing and rinsed you. I wrapped your head with a towel and had you sit up. I was about to tell you to come over to my station and I would cut your hair over there when you grabbed my arm and made me stop for a second. We locked eyes; I could look into your eyes forever, because I feel like you look deep into my soul. We kissed, for the first time ever, and my knees felt weak. "Wiseass" I said as our lips parted. It was the most passionate kiss I had ever felt. You stood up, wrapped your arms around me, and kissed me again. I was beginning to get quite damp. You had super powers when it comes to getting me turned on. We walked hand in hand to my station and I began to cut your fade. It did not take me very long. I dusted your neck with the neck brush and I heard a sigh escape your lips. I took your cape off, swept up, and I realized that you were tenting your fatigues. I smiled, as you caught me looking. You smiled back and we looked at each other. As if we were reading each other's minds, we both reached for each other. I wanted to free you from your shirt. I pulled it from the waist of your camas and pulled it up. I ran my hands down your chest. I noticed that you were thinner looking from your time in the desert. I did not want to talk about it though. I was a mess the whole time you were there; I prayed that I would see your name in my inbox every day, just to know that you were alive. "Let's go into the facial room. "I led you into the room that we did facials and makeup in. the facial chair was a lounger that had armrests that moved, and you could flip them up out of the way. I sat you in the chair and then reclined the back of the chair until it was flat like a bed. I straddled you so that my pussy was resting against your hard cock. I began to grind against you. You had one of my tits in each hand, and you were tugging my nipples. You said," I want to see more." I climbed off and my jeans had a dark spot from my wetness. I slid them down over my hips and off. "More" you said, so off my thong went even though that did not hide very much. "You look even more amazing in person than you do on the webcam." you said to me. "I think that we need to get you out of those fatigues." I said and you took off your boots, and then stood to remove your pants. You stood in front of me in your boxer briefs. "I believe those boxer briefs need to go as well what is good for one is good for the other." I teased. You did a little dance while you slid them off. Your hard cock sprang out as they came off. I said, "Mmmmmmmmm looks yummy" while I stared at your big, thick, and hard cock and licked my lips. "Play with yourself for me." you said and I laved back in the facial chair. I spread my legs wide open and I rubbed my clit with my index finger. You grabbed your cock and stroked it slowly up and down spreading the pre-cum that was leaking from the tip all over it. Your cock got all slick and shiny. "I think you ought to slide that between by boobs." You kneel between my thighs and slide your cock in-between my d-cups and I open my mouth and give you a lick with each thrust and I use my hands to hold my tits tight to your cock. I then switch to giving you a straight blow job, freeing up my hands to stroke your thighs, and fondle your balls. I release your thick cock from my lips, and I put my index finger in my mouth, I suck on it and get it all wet with my saliva. Your cock is so hard I am able to take it back into my mouth without needing my hands, and I take my wet index finger and swirl the tip of it on your anus. This causes you to moan quite loudly and then I slide my finger as deep as possible into your ass as I know how much you love that. I slide a second finger in there, as deep as I can and I begin to thrust them in and out of your ass while I bob my head up and down on your cock. "I am going to cum" you tell I and I take you into my mouth and I take your load. When you finish spurting your load, I swallow and lick your shaft clean. I look in your eyes and you lean down and kiss me. "I need to taste you," you say to me. I spread my thighs and you nuzzle your face down between my thighs. You lick my hard clit and graze it with your teeth. I moan softly, it feels so good. You slide two of your fingers in my very wet box and rub my g-spot while you suck on my clit. My thighs begin to shake and I squirt all over your hand and face. You lap up as much as you can, and when you lift your face, it is all shiny and wet. We kiss and I taste my juices on your lips. "Mmmmmm" I moan "that was amazing." "Yes, it was" you reply. We lay intertwined in the facial chair for a while, just enjoying each other's touch, kissing, laughing at our little private jokes. I am feeling something poking my leg all of a sudden, and I realize that you are getting hard again. I take my hand and I stroke your ass, knowing how much you enjoy that. We roll so that we are in the missionary position. I have my hands on your back and you start to enter me. It is a tight fit and you have to move slowly, and let me adjust to your size. You get all the way in and we move our hips working together in rhythm, slowly at first. Your big cock is now able to slide in and out of my tight pussy freely now as I have grown accustomed to the size of it. I bring my legs up in the air so that we can go at it hard, I whisper " fuck me hard." and you oblige me , You are hitting my g-spot and I am squirting you with my juices as I cum from the hard and fast strokes. I have wet you from your navel to your knees. We are not ready for it to be over and we get up and change positions. You take me from behind, doggie style. You renter my tight box and start to bang into me, holding on to my hips while you thrust. I move with you meeting your thrusts. "Fuck me, fuck me fuck me, "I whisper as you pound your hard thick cock into me over and over. You grab a handful of my hair and pull it back, using it as reigns as you ride me. I am breathing hard and moaning softly. We continue to go at it for a few minutes, hard and fast, your balls slapping my ass with each thrust. I cum again, and I say "ohh Wiseass" calling you by my pet name for you. You keep pumping your thick cock in amd out of my cunt. I feel so full. I say "Cum for me." You thrust faster and harder. I feel that you suddenly seem impossibly bigger inside of me. I know that you are getting close. I hear you growl and at the same time I feel your hot cum you feel my pussy contracting. I start to cum again, joining your cries of release. We collapse into the chair together and kiss again. I know that our time together is over and it will never be again. We grab some clean towels to clean ourselves up and we get dressed. You and I sit and talk, while we wait for the laundry. We grab dinner together, and then I take you back to the base. Your plane leaves tomorrow, back to your life and I will be here to live mine. You will go back to just being my fantasy. I will never forget my one night with you. We continue our cyber affair, knowing that our friends with benefits relationship is the best we can ever have. Friends with Benefits She leaned in to kiss him and withdrew quickly when his lips moved to meet hers. They liked to play this invisible game of tug-o-war, teasing each other into the chase. "You're naughty." He said pinning her arms to her sides, leaving her defenceless. "And you love it!" she giggled, wiggling free of his grasp and taunting him to chase her. "Come here you little minx," grabbing for her hand and capturing it midflight, he dragged her too him. His mouth coming down hungrily on hers. She loved these little games they played, the one-upmanship to see who could tease whom into submission fastest. This time she melted against his toned body, relaxing into his embrace, enjoying the heat building between them. "Come with me." He purred close to her ear so she could feel his breath. The sensation sent a delightful tingle down her spine. "No." She said not quite ready to give in to his whims. "Yes." He said scooping her into his arms. "NO!" she said again squirming in the cradle of his arms. Knowing it was futile but loving the push and pull of these encounters. "YES!" he said more firmly, like he was reprimanding a toddler for not picking up his toys. His head buried in the side of her neck, making a leisurely path between her earlobe and collarbone. "Mmmm," Her soft moans encouraged his further exploration, his chest and biceps straining slightly with her weight. "Your room or mine?" his voice a mumbled whisper against her skin. "Yours," she responded enthusiastically. "I love your bed." They had been roommates for a few years, only recently turning that arrangement into friends with benefits. She was happy with the agreement, she had him when she wanted him, she had her advertising job and she had her freedom to have whatever social life she chose, no questions asked. He apparently felt the same way about their deal. Depositing her in the center of his bed, she watched as he lit the candles across the headboard and strategically placed around the room. She loved his room with it's subdues lighting and heavy mahogany wood furnishings. The thick comforter, silken cotton sheets and the pillows were heavenly. So many pillows, she often wondered what kind of a man wanted or needed that many pillows. Watching him move around the room, his movements so purposeful and enticing were intoxicating. The anticipation of those movements being turned on her was making her ache for his touch. Returning to the bed and her laid out in the middle like a feast to be devoured. He clicked on the stereo, the room coming quietly alive with something calmingly seductive. "Come here." He said tugging her feet until her hips were even with the edge of the bed. Pulling her into a seated position, his strong fingers played the hem of her t-shirt, his rough fingers brushing her skin sending shockwaves through her. When he was demanding, she was putty in his hands. Peeling the tight t-shirt from her body, he admired her perky breasts for a minute before lowering his lips to a bare shoulder and biting gently. His hands tickling softly down her arms before starting their return voyage up her torso. His feather like touch shot arrows of torture and pleasure along nerves she didn't know existed, leaving her wet and shuddering. He continued his feather touch down her back expertly releasing the hook on her bra, exposing her tiny globes to his searing gaze. He hadn't even touched them, yet they were firm and ready, the blush pink nipples stretching toward him begging for his attention. Continuing the delicate assault on her skin he lowered his lips to hers, quelling the panting breaths that were now escaping her lungs. "Please," she whimpered "Not yet my sweet." "PLEASE!!" She could feel the intense hunger growing in her core, feeling the delicious need for release. She watched a seductive smile place across his lips and dance in his clear blue eyes. His head dropped to worship her bare breasts and nipples. Licking his thumb, he rubbed the wetness over one hard nipple while swirling his tongue slowly around the other. She knew the gentle bites he made on her flesh would leave marks, but she was past caring. All she wanted was to feel him within her riding the waves of her desire with her. His patient ministering to her body was annoyingly tantalizing. The time he was taking to pleasure every inch of her had her quivering and he hadn't even moved south of the border yet. Pushing her back onto the mattress, he swiftly unbuttoning her jeans hooking his fingers in the waistband and sliding them off, leaving her pretty lace panties in place. Blowing softly on her skin, he traced his way to her underwear, his breath on her skin setting off the first light spasm between her thighs. "OH!!" Even she sounded surprised when the second more intense spasm coursed through her. His fingers breaching her panties to caress the swollen mound above her pleasure zone. She knew he could feel the wetness dripping from her. She wanted some part of him in her; she didn't care if it was his fingers, his tongue or his cock. She just wanted to be filled by him. . "PLEASE!!" she whimpered again, begging him to enter her, grinder her hips into his chest, feeling his coarse hair tickling her waxed skin. With her hips high against him, he plunged his stiff tongue into her dripping sweet spot. Pushing his tongue into her wet opening, he caressed her ass with his hands. He was licking her swollen lips hard and fast when the third more violent shudder raked her gleaming body. "Ohhh! Ohhh! Ohhh! More!" Replacing his tongue with his fingers of one hand, undoing and dropping his pants with the other, his strong erection broke free. Holding her hips firmly, he pulled her to the precipice of the bed driving his large manhood hard into her cum soaked pussy. Waves of small shudders reverberated through her body, sending her bucking wildly against him. Her moans and whimpers encouraging him to thrust harder and deeper. "Are you ready, baby?" his voice hoarse "YES!!" "Are you READY?" he rasped his tempo building for release. "YYESSS!!" A final hard thrust sending her over the top, leaving her weak and breathless. "NOW!!" she hissed as his hot stream of juice filled her, jerking and throbbing within her. Collapsing on her chest, he nuzzled between her breasts, where her hands were free to stroke his damp hair. "Feel better?" She asked playing with his hair and rubbing his ear. "Oh, yes." He panted. Friends with Benefits Her fingers absently brushed the hair back from her face. She tapped at her keys, trying to think of something new to write. She was definitely having writers block. And for some reason, she just couldn't get him out of her mind. Their relationship wasn't what you would call normal. They were friends, but she had an overwhelming draw towards him. He made her smile, laugh and sometimes just the way he looked at her made her desire him in ways she knew she shouldn't. At 6'1 and 165lbs, he was tall and lean. His smile, one that crept from one side of his face to the other. And his eyes. Oh his eyes. She could get lost in those. His hands were strong and his attitude confident. Everything she desired in a man. Yet why couldn't she bring herself to tell him how she felt. Could it be because she had been fantasizing about him? Dreaming of his lips pressing hers, tongue meeting tongue. Deep and slow kissing. His hands moving up her sides. "Wendy" a hand rested lightly on her shoulder and she jumped. "OMG, you scared the hell out of me!" she said in a high pitch. "I knocked, but there was no answer, so I let myself in, the inside door was open, so I knew you were home. I brought you tea!" he smiled softly at her. "I was. Writing" she gave a half hearted smile to try to hide the embarrassment of just fantasizing about the man that stood before her. "Thank you for the tea. Gesture noted and you're forgiven for scaring me half to death." They laughed. "Looks to me you were more deep in thought, and the smile that had run across your face, painted a picture of pleasure more than anything. What were you thinking of, or should I say who?" he grinned. "I uh, Why would you think that?" she could feel her cheeks begin to flush. "Well, one for your natural defensive nature, and two, that crimson blush, tell me all I need to know." He held her tea out to her, and pulled up a chair to be seated beside her. "Let's see what you have so far." He swivelled the laptop towards him and looked at the first paragraph. "Wendy, as your editor I have to say. You haven't gotten much work done. What's going on? We were to have 2 chapters completed to turn into the publishers for consideration by the end of this week. It's Sunday, and you have 2 paragraphs finished." he paused "And as your friend, I've noticed something bothering you." She stood and moved across the room, fidgeting with one of the tension balls he had given her. She sighed. "Alex, your right, I haven't been focused on my work." To hell with it she thought he needs to know. "But my focus hasn't been on work. It's been on something else. You." "Me?" he asked quizzically "Yes you." She spoke softly and turned towards the big bay window in her office. "Alex, I've spent every working moment with you for months. I've looked at you and thought I could really get into you." She wasn't known for her candour, and this time she had a lot to lose by not being quiet. She went to turn around to talk to him. As she turned to face him, there he stood, in all his glory right before her. His hand came to rest on her cheek. His thumb brushed softly across her bottom lip as he leaned in to kiss her. Soft and sensual, his other hand, slipping up her hip and across the small of her back, pulling her close. The kiss deepens as her breath caught. In a moment that seemed to last forever, he pulled back and broke the kiss. "Wendy, I've been thinking of you too. Your laugh, you sly little smile when I know that you're thinking of something devious. Your smell." He smiled at her. "My smell?" she laughed "Are you trying to tell me I stink?" "Far from it, every time I walk through the door I look forward to your scent, it changes every day. From the white citrus body spray, to your Hawaiian ginger." He held her close. "Good to know you pay attention to my choice in perfume." She kissed his chin and rested her head on his chest. "Why didn't you say something before?" She leaned back and looked at him quizzically with a furrowed brow. "You shouldn't look at me like that, it will give you wrinkles." He kissed her forehead between her eyes. "I didn't tell you, because at the time I started having these feelings, you were still with that dumbass ex of yours." "Aye, that would have been a problem wouldn't it." She sighed. His hands moved from her back and slid slowly up her arms. Cupping her face in his hands once again, he moved in for a kiss. This time, his tongue slowly pushing past her lips. She could feel the flush coming over her. His hands moving once again down her arms, lightly touching her finger tips. She pressed her body closer to his, feeling his hard cock against her through his jeans. His mouth moving from her lips, to her ear, tongue flittering over her neck as he kissed along her collar bone. A soft moan escaped her mouth as she whispered, "I've wanted this for so long." His hands moved under her t-shirt, slipping it over her head. Her modesty showing as she blushed when he stepped back to take her in. Lilac coloured bra, her breasts ample as her chest heaved with each heavy breath. His fingers traced along her shoulders, slipping the straps down and off of her. As if reading his mind, her hands reached back and undid her bra. Her arm covering her beautiful plump breasts. His fingers, entwined with hers as he pulled her arms outward, bra dropping to the floor. "You are beautiful." His hand came up and brushed across her hard nipple. His mouth moving downward, tongue tracing around it before finally sucking it to fully erect. He moved to the other, while his one free hand moved up the back of her thigh, squeezing her ass. Her fingers ran through his long hair. "OMG Alex." Breaking the seal of his sucking of her breast. His hands moved around her hips, fingers dancing lightly across her belly, his mouth moving further down her stomach. He began to undo her jeans. Pushing them to the floor. Standing before him in just her lilac coloured thong. "Sit down in your chair." He almost commanded. She didn't need to be asked twice. She slipped into her large leather office chair. He approached her, coming in for a deep meaningful kiss. Hands sliding down her thighs, he broke from the kiss and kneeled in front of her. "I have wanted you like this for so long Wendy." He parted her legs, and grasped her hips, moving her into a more suitable position. His tongue slid from her knee to just around her pelvic area. Teasing her, his fingers brushed lightly along the outside of her pussy, while his mouth teased the other thigh. Her breath quickened. His warm wet mouth moved over and down her legs. Her pussy began to tingle as she felt him blow lightly over her lips, warming it rather quickly with his tongue. Slowly up her outer lips, coming to rest against her clit. His fingers parted her lips gently, suckling her clit softly into his mouth. He unbuttoned his jeans, and slid them over his ass as he continued to kneel before her. He brought his hand up to her warm wet pussy, a finger replacing his tongue on her clit, rubbing slowly and blowing lightly on her. His other hand came up, and with that he slid one, then two fingers slowly into her tight wet pussy. It was smooth and soft, and tasted so good. It reminded him of a light honey. He could eat all day. Her fingers ran softly over his facial features before pushing through his dark locks. He twirled his tongue slowly over her clit, circling and sucking it. His fingers rushing into her feeling her muscles tighten around his strong hands. His mouth made a soft humming on her, driving her to near craziness. "Alex, I'm going to cum!" she moaned through exasperated breaths. With this, he found it more of an encouragement as he started sucking harder, fingers twisting deeper and with one last push, he curled them into a 'come hither' motion, pressing onto her g-spot. Licking and sucking, he could feel her tighten more, and suddenly with a final squeeze, he could feel her coming all over his fingers and his mouth. "OMG, Alex, I didn't realize I was going to cum like that." She blushed from embarrassment. She had cum so hard that it 'gushed' out. "NO, no need to apologise. It was my pleasure." He got up from his knees. And stood before her. She was very aware of his long hard cock. Her hands slid slowly up the outer part of his thighs. She began to kiss his stomach, running her tongue lightly down his treasure trail. Hand grasping him gently, her tongue tickled the tip of his cock. Tracing it lightly over his shaft while stroking him gently, she moved to where he was fully engulfed in her mouth. He could feel the length of his rod pushing to the depths of her throat. Gently he began to thrust his hips. Her mouth as warm and wet as her beautiful pussy. Thinking again of how she tasted his cock twitched a bit in her mouth. "Wendy, stop." And he pushed her head back. He cupped his hands around her face, and leaned in for a long, slow kiss. Leaning onto the arm rests of the chair, he placed himself between her legs, his fingers once again finding their way to her pussy. Rubbing slowly, he made sure she was wet, before sliding his hard throbbing cock to the entrance of her pussy. Looking into her eyes, his fingers found their way to her breasts. Tweaking the nubs in between them, stroking her as he brought his mouth fully over her beautiful nipples. He pushed slowly into her, her breath catching again. He looked up into her eyes, crushing his mouth onto hers, and pushed himself as far as he could into her. "I want you to cum with me. I want you to feel how much I've wanted to give this to you." The strokes came longer now; her hands sliding down his back, nails digging into him. Arching her back, moving her hips in rhythm with him. Her hands coming to rest on his ass, she squeezed his cheeks and pulled him hard into her. "God I want to cum for you.fuck me harder." He kissed her neck, gently nibbling on her, with every thrust he could feel his balls tighten, he wanted to cum in her right now. But he wanted to hold back, he wanted to cum with her, feel her cum all over his cock. He looked into her eyes, this time pressing his mouth gently against her, his tongue finding hers. His pace slowing, strong slow strokes deep into her. "Alex, I'm cumming." With those words escaping her lips, he came with her, spilling into her hot tight pussy like Niagara Falls. He kissed her lips again, before standing up, offering his hand to her and pulling her to her feet. His arms wrapping around her and kissing her lightly on the neck. "So I guess this changes things doesn't it?" He held her closer. "No, we're still friends. But with benefits." She leaned back and winked at him before kissing him once again. Friends With Benefits I wasn't a regular at the club where my insurance company bought me a membership. In fact I'd only been there twice before in nearly a year. I only joined because it was free and because they had a lap pool and hot tub that I could use. I have been classified as disabled for a few years. That's bad enough, and I'd had spinal surgery already. The surgeon was good and made most of the pain disappear. My years of inactivity, however, had taken their toll on my body. I'd put on some fat - mostly around my middle - and my muscle tone was slipping. So I took advantage of the 24 hour club membership and began trying to get back into some sort of acceptable shape for a fifty-nine year old man. I'd do some time on a treadmill or something like one before going into the pool, followed by a nice relaxing session in the hot tub. I'd been on the treadmill for five minutes or so and was just about to switch to my trunks and begin my cool down in the pool. Then I got a surprise. "Hey mister, can you give me a hand? The voice was soft and I knew I was alone in the club with the pregnant woman. I always get up early, around 4:30 or 5:00, so I, in turn, try to go in early. I can't stand the 'health club drones' that, in my opinion, were just posing or cruising, despite their good physical shape. I knew that once in a while there might be one or two others there, but I so far had had the club to myself. "What do you need?" I asked, clicking off the treadmill and approaching the alcove where the weight equipment was kept. "Shit, I just need a spotter," she said, sitting on a weight bench. I didn't say anything about what I thought of a pregnant woman lifting weights. I just moved across the floor to where she lay. She was younger than my own daughters. But she was damned cute and in need of help. How could I say no? She said her name was Melody. "So when are you due?" I asked her as I settled down astride her bench. "Don't worry," she said, "I'm still months away from my delivery date." She settled down, her head coming to rest between my thighs. Her bright blue eyes showed amusement as she grasped the bar above her head. She was in decent shape (something she had over me) and she really didn't seem to need a spotter. But I dutifully sat as she worked through her reps with the bar and then sat up. "I'm gonna jump into the pool," I told her. "You're in great shape." "Thank you," she said. "I'll see you there." I gave her a hand as she stood from the bench. I caught a slight whiff of perspiration and turned away before I embarrassed myself. The scent of a woman is a complex thing (as is, I'm told, the scent of a male -- pheromones, I guess). It isn't just the scent of her crotch when she's excited. But the scent of a woman who has been exercising is almost as intoxicating as that to me. I'm not talking about the dirty sweat smell of a girl who hasn't showered for a while; just the aroma of clean exertion. Melody was cleanly sweating at the club that day. I went to the locker room, showered and came out to the pool. A few minutes later she joined me. She wore a striped bikini, above the bottoms her belly stuck out quite a bit, but not obscenely. I thought she looked damn good with her distended belly button turned inside out. After she stepped down to the warm water she sighed and closed her eyes. "I'm supposed to deliver in August," she said. "But I'm fucking tired of it already." Her words sort of shocked me -- not because I'd never heard a woman use them, but because we had only just met. "Well, I can't say I'm surprised. My wife was the same way when she was carrying my daughters." "Oh...you're married?" she asked. "Not any more. My daughters are nearly your age these days. One of them is about to graduate with a degree in psychology." I'd divorced the mother of the girls when they were too young to know about their mother's infidelity. Unfortunately, I couldn't prove anything so I was only able to get mutual custody. After I explained all this to her, Melody returned the favor by telling me her story. She was single. Her pregnancy had been the result of a drunk and stoned party her girlfriend had taken her to. The father, she confessed sheepishly, was one of the two guys she'd fucked that night. Before I asked, she said (reading my mind), "It was a foursome (my first and only) that I hadn't intended to participate in, but I was just too trashed to resist. I was so trashed that I didn't realize at first that the guys had changed partners. If they'd been closer in...size, I probably still wouldn't have known." I have to tell you that her story had gotten my own juices cooking. Just the fact that she was sharing it with me -- really a total stranger -- also added to the kink of it. My dick was rock hard under the water. She swam to the other end of the pool and I side-stroked my way across it and returned. We arrived back where we started about the same time. That shows about the way our shape compared. As I said, I'd been disabled for several years and hadn't been exercising at all. It was only when the scale topped 200 pounds that I decided to do something about it. She tipped her head back and let the water wash her brown locks off her forehead as she came up. We were in the shallow end and she stood up. I was leaning my head against the round edge of the concrete, just letting my arms and legs drift. I opened my eyes when she bumped against my side. I found myself gazing up at the underside of her big belly, coincidentally only inches from her crotch. Her bikini bottoms had pulled up enough to give her a pronounced 'camel toe'. She was smiling. "So, can I buy you breakfast, or do you think I'm too trashy to be seen with?" she asked. I assured her that her story made no difference to me. I confessed that I'd made some stupid decisions when assisted by some artificial chemical stimulus. Thirty years ago I used to get high, but when the kids came along I curtailed that activity. I couldn't help raise them from prison. These days I stuck to beer mostly, but I sometimes missed the soft, relaxing feeling of a good joint or pipe. "Well, I was planning on sitting in the hot tub a while, but if you're ready to go, I'd love it," I told her. "OH! Well that sounds good," she said. "We can do that first." "I didn't think it was good for pregnant ladies to sit in the hot tub," I said. "Oh, my doctor said it isn't bad as long as I don't spend all day in there," she laughed. "What are you...my dad?" "Not hardly," I responded. I watched her ass as she climbed out of the pool and tugged at my trunks to conceal my thickening dick. I followed behind as she crossed the distance between the pool and the tub. I lowered my bulk into the bubbles and heat of the hot tub. It felt great. It always felt great, but that day it felt so much better because of the company. My mind was already sweeping through fantasies of myself with this young woman, in spite of her pregnancy and even though we had only just met. We had, so far, begun to form a friendship, but my mind had already started to cruise into some sort of sexy scene. So shoot me, I'm a man. I assumed my usual pose, my head leaning back against the edge of the tub, eyes closed, and now feeling the new sensation of the bubbles tickling me all over. Melody took a spot about three feet away and a quarter of the way around the tub's circumference. A minute later I felt a touch on my leg. Opening my eyes I saw her grinning at me. She pushed her foot higher on my leg and asked me to massage her calf. My hands went to the limb and I began to knead the tight muscles in the hot water. I turned a bit to the left and centered her foot on my left hip to support her leg. It was a dream to run my hands up and down from knee to ankle as I massaged her. After a while she switched legs and I treated the other leg with the same tender attention. This was her left leg. Her foot rested on my right hip as I rubbed. Sitting across from each other made a good situation for conversation. We talked as I rubbed her. A lot of barriers were crossed as we sat there. An eternity later, I felt her weight shift. The foot on my hip slid past and she closed the distance between us. Then she was sitting on my lap, her legs splayed to each side and her crotch pressed against my belly. "I know we just met, Ben," she said," but I think you're an honest man. How about that breakfast?" I wrapped my hands around her slender back, pulling her against my thickening dick, knowing she could feel it, but not yet ready to let her have it. "I'd be delighted," I replied. She giggled, seeming to pick up on the anticipation game I was playing. She scooted off me. "I'll see you on the other side of the showers," she said, and scrambled out of the tub. We were still alone in the club and I considered asking her to shower with me, but it was almost 6:00 and people would start drifting in soon. We went to a nearby cafe and ordered breakfast. The day was sunny, as usual in Vegas, and we had a great time. It was fun for me, at least, relating some things about my life -- things she could never remember because she was too young. It gave me a kind of 'sneaky' feeling because she was young as my daughters, but she was also broadcasting some sexual signals too. After we ate she hugged me outside the cafe. "I'm so glad we met, Ben," she said. "I usually go to the club a few times a week. Maybe we can meet there again?" "Sure," I replied. "You're really the first friend I've made at the club or even here in town." I watched her drive off and spent the trip home thinking about her. I waited another day before going back. She wasn't there. I went the next day and swam a few laps, soaked a while in the hot tub, but she still didn't show up. I castigated myself for feeling the way I did about a woman so young -- I might as well have been lusting after my daughter (except she WASN'T my daughter!). And, I reminded myself, she was very attractive. Neither of us was married and it wasn't my pressure that had brought her into my orbit. She was the one who called out to me. The next morning I rose, drank my coffee and considered going to the club. Then I thought better of it. What was the point? I'm way too old for her. She, no doubt, had found some young guy to squire her from place to place, who didn't mind she was pregnant, etc. Instead, I just dressed and drove to the cafe where we'd had breakfast. I was reading my book and waiting for my bacon and eggs when I heard a voice. "So where have you been, Ben?" She giggled over the phonetic joke. I looked up into those unbelievable eyes. She was radiant. Her belly seemed to have bulged to twice its size in the few days since we'd seen each other. I stood up and helped her into a chair at the table. I beckoned the waitress and listened to her incredible breakfast order -- French toast, bacon, sausage, toast and tea. 'Breakfast for two,' as they say, but I was willing to pay for it if she could eat it and sit with me. "I'm sorry I haven't been to the club," she said. I told her I didn't go every day either, but told her I'd missed her. "It's just that I didn't want you to think anything...wrong," she said. "What do you mean?" "Well, I'm really not interested in anything...long term, or least of all permanent." "Melody, I have enjoyed the time we've had together and I confess I've looked forward to seeing you again. But I don't want to marry you, and I never want to make you think I want anything different. We met, we made friends, and...if anything else develops we'll deal with it. But you are your own person and I don't want you to think I have anything to do with that." I reached across the table and took her hand. "I just like you...a lot. And I've missed you the last few days." She looked at me and I saw something in her eyes change. She gripped my hand and she teared up. I resisted the impulse to rush around the table and gather her into my arms. I just used my other hand to grab a clutch of paper napkins and waited until she was finished. She had a tough road ahead and I wasn't about to become a cushion for her to rely on. At least not long term, as she herself had said. She was more composed by the time our breakfast arrived. We ate. She told me more about herself and I gave up a few more details about my life to her. When we finished, she said, "Ben, would you come and look at my kitchen sink? It seems to be draining too slow." I told her I could do that, maybe see what the problem was, but that my back was probably too bad to crawl under it to fix it. "Call somebody -- look on 'craig's list'," I said. She seemed a bit disappointed, but brightened soon enough. Nothing more was said about it. I felt like I'd let her down, but it was simply the truth. We met a few more times after that at the club. Her belly swelled between each time and she began bringing a bottle of olive oil, asking me to rub it on her belly and thighs. I was happy to oblige. We drew some stares from the few other members we encountered those early mornings, but neither of us cared. They could think I was her father, older husband, uncle, or whatever. As far as I was concerned, we were friends -- even though my mind held other thoughts. I don't know what she thought, except she sent out some other signals from time to time. I was sitting at home one night when the phone rang. "Mister Sands?" Ben Sands?" the voice sounded stressed. "Yes," I answered. "Please, sir, she's asking for you. Can you come to St. Rose hospital as quickly as possible?" "What? Who's asking?" "Miss Melody," came the voice. I knew then. The nurse told me where to find her in the hospital. "I'll be right there," I said, not waiting for a reply. I threw on a pair of shorts, a shirt and sandals. I dashed out the door and into the truck. Melody was close to delivery by the time I arrived in the labor room. I held her hand and dredged up the Lamaze exercises from when my kids were born. I did the breathing thing and let her scream and squeeze my hand in those strong hands of hers. Watching the delivery filled me with nostalgia and the same outright wonder that watching my daughters enter the world had done. My hand ached. The tiny hands flexed and the little brown eyes blinked -- as clear as any eyes have ever been -- as the little girl peered up at me. I was surprised at her skin tone. It just hadn't occurred to me that the father might be other than Caucasian, but the girl was either half black or darkly Hispanic. Melody was half conscious even though she'd refused drugs. She was merely exhausted. My hand hurt from her gripping it during delivery. I laughed to myself thinking that I'd gotten a look at her holy-of-holies, not through the wonder of sex, but through the wonder of birth. Melody's eyes opened. "Ben..." she said, and she was out again. I wondered about the father of the beautiful little girl and cast the thought out of my head. He probably didn't even know he was a father, so he didn't deserve the grace of seeing his daughter. Fuck him. After she came around again and I congratulated her on the beauty of the human being she had produced, I left and went back the next morning just in time for feeding. Melody was foxy about flashing her bare tit at me. My mouth watered at the sight of her huge and leaking nipple. "Want a drink?" she asked with a grin. "If I did it would starve your girl. I think she'd have a struggle getting it back from me if I tried. But maybe later..." I laughed. "Later for sure!" she said, with a forcefulness I hadn't expected. She grabbed my hand and we watched as little Tina suckled, drawing more of the first and the dearest nourishment she'd ever get. Melody pulled me down and gave me the sweetest kiss I'd ever had. "And there's so much more for you, Ben." Her eyes filled with tears and I tried to hold back my own emotions. It may have just been post-partum stuff on her part, but I hoped not. We'd have to wait and see. Melody had gotten a better job than the cocktail waitress job she'd had before her pregnancy forced a medical leave. But at least the casino had an insurance program that paid for most of her delivery. After she recovered from the birth Melody proved to be as good as her promise. We spent a lot of time in my bed making love and watching the naked little girl nursing at her mom's swollen nipples. I did get that offered taste and for some reason it made me hard as I sucked. The fluid had a pasty but sweet taste that pleased me. About the time Tina was four months old, Melody brought her over and we played with her a while before putting the baby down in my spare bedroom, safely tucked between two rolled up beach towels. When those little eyes drifted closed, Mel took my hand and led me to my bed. Our lovemaking was intense that day, more driven than it had ever been. We fucked twice in quick succession, Mel going down on me as soon as I'd come in her the first time. In almost no time she sucked me hard again and mounted me, leaning to me to suck her (sadly dry of milk by then) tits and bite her nipples as she urged me on. She came with a gasp and a scream, releasing copious juices all over us both. Falling to her side, Melody was almost immediately asleep. I pushed the hair from her eyes and studied her face. She had gone from being attractive to me to being really beautiful in my eyes. Not for the first time I considered making things closer between us. If she moved in she could save the expense of supporting her little studio apartment. I could save some money if she contributed to the joint coffers. And she'd always be there. I decided to bring the subject up when she woke up. I slipped from the bed and went to check on the baby. Tina was sleeping still. Her tiny lips pursed and relaxed, as if she was sucking a nipple -- real or rubber. It was late afternoon so I got a beer and doused the 'dry's' our exertion had caused in my throat. I watched TV and dozed a while before the sound of the shower awoke me. I again checked on Tina before going to the bathroom and stepping into the spray behind Melody. We didn't speak. She leaned against me and I gently lathered her breasts and belly. When my hands slid down between her thighs she obligingly opened them so I could wash away all our fluids. My cock swelled, but this wasn't sexual, so I ignored it. When we were clean and dry we went to the kitchen table. I got another beer for myself and a glass of juice for Melody -- she'd sworn off drinking, but she did bring over a joint whenever she came to my house. Melody wasn't nursing any more and it was nice to feel stoned again. Though I cautioned her about the chance she was taking, still using it in spite of the risk to her and her daughter, she maintained she wasn't taking any chances. Weirdly, I had to agree when she told me she got her stash from her neighbor -- a pastor at one of the local churches. We lit up and sat smoking for a few minutes. I had already noticed that she was quieter than usual. That and the intensity of our sex told me something was up. I knew her well enough to know that she would tell me whenever she wanted me to know what it was. Finally we let the joint go out when it was about two thirds done. She took a gulp of juice and started. "Ben, this is really hard for me to tell you," she said. I just waited, but my heart had dropped deep in my chest. This was not going to be something I liked. "I got a call last week. It was one of the guys I fucked that night last year -- the black one. My girlfriend told him Tina looked a lot like him." Besides, she said, he was the only black guy she'd ever screwed. Tina had to be his daughter. "We met and had coffee. He is really a nice guy and he told me he had no idea I'd gotten pregnant. He swore that if he'd known he would have been there for me...for us...all along." Friends With Benefits Slow quiet tears flowed down her cheeks as she spoke. I knew what was coming. I took her hand and she looked up at me. I smiled, but I know it probably looked as sad as I felt. She really broke down then. Between sobs she blubbered about being sorry, about needing something permanent for Tina, for a few other things I couldn't quite catch. I rose and went to her and just held her. In spite of the fact that we'd been having sex for several months, there was something of a father/daughter sense in our relationship and right then that was all I could feel toward her. For myself...well, there was an immense sadness. I felt that these two girls were leaving my life. The bottom line was that Sean -- the father -- wanted to try making things easier for Melody and Tina, while fulfilling the responsibility that he owned. "We aren't going to get married -- at least not yet, but he wants us to move in with him. He has a house with a big yard. It's grass, not rocks, like most people have here." She went on explaining why she was doing this, but it didn't matter. I stopped her. "Mel, just stop, please. I know why, and I'm in total agreement. Well, maybe not totally, but enough. Besides, it doesn't really matter what I think or feel. It's your life and it's time for a change for you -- and for Tina. I just hope this guy is as good as his word. Does he know about me?" "YES! Oh, Ben, yes he knows and he wants to meet you to thank you for being there when he wasn't -- couldn't -- be." I considered that for a few seconds. "Well, okay, but let me get used to the idea a while first. I admit the whole thing makes me jealous and sad and...old," I told her. She threw her arms around me and hugged me tightly. New tears sprang forth and she snuffled snot against my bare belly (we were both still naked). I didn't care. I kissed the top of her head. I sighed and patted her shoulders the way a father might. That was when Tina set up a howl from the bedroom. Melody hurried to get her and brought her back with a bottle stuck in the baby's greedy, hungry mouth. I only had one more question right then. I'm not sure why it mattered to me, but it did. "Does Sean know you're here right now?" "Yes. I told him I needed to explain to you. He knows we've been sleeping together and is okay with it. He even told me to 'come and fuck your brains out' today," she laughed. I had to grin, too. He did sound like an okay guy. "Well, then I guess you'd better get home to him then. But, honey...I'd like it if I could see you once in a while -- not for sex, but just to see you and Tina and know you're doing okay." "Oh, Ben! I plan for you to be a part of Tina's life -- and mine -- if you want to. I just thought you'd be upset about all this." "I am. But I'm happy about it, too. I'm happy for you and Tina. It sort of puts you back on track. Warn Sean, though: if he doesn't treat you right he'll have me to deal with. My wrath is terrible to see," I added with a (sort of) mock frown. I meant it too. If he wasn't as good a guy as he sounded, I didn't know what I'd do, but I damn well knew I'd do something. She left soon afterward. Our parting kiss was bittersweet. I closed the door and returned to another beer and the rest of the joint. That's the story. I did meet Sean. He turned out to be a good guy after all. He had a high five figure salary as an accounting professional and Tina calls him 'Daddy'. She calls me 'Pampaw'. It makes me feel kind of old, but it also makes my heart melt. My blood daughters have yet to produce a grandchild for me so it makes me feel somehow complete. Melody introduced me to her pastor friend and I've received my medical marijuana license -- Nevada being one of the smart states that recognizes pot as a medicine and not just a bad drug. The only down side is that I'm alone again. But every time I go to the club I hope I'll meet another young woman who doesn't mind an older friend -- possibly a 'friend with benefits'. Friends with Benefits This story goes back about 6 or 7 years but is a good representation of what kinds of escapades a decent looking and acting guy who is pretty much addicted to sex can get into. The story has roots all the way back in high school and covers about a 6 year span for the set up but laying the ground work for the future is always important cause you never know who wants to hook up later. Sort of a theme for me I guess, be nice because you never know who might want to fuck later. I was a jock in high school, not an asshole jock, but a good guy who liked to party and new a lot of people from all walks of life and many towns. I knew Carrie, a cheerleader from a neighboring town, as a girl who liked to party, and liked sex. She was two years younger than me, a sophomore, when I met her. I would see her occasionally when I came home from college to play baseball in the summers and she was usually at games or parties afterward. She wasn't a slut, she didn't hook up with a lot of guys, it was just known amongst the guys that she really liked sex. Whatever guy she was with would talk about how she wanted to fuck all the time. She wasn't shy about talking about it either. I never had the chance to hook up with her, she always had a boyfriend so I never pursued her. During my junior year of college, my best friend came back from a 2 year stint in the Navy and went to community college in our hometown. I was visiting him one weekend and sure enough Carrie walks into his apartment. She was a freshman at the same community college and my friend, Aaron, was her new boytoy. I hadn't seen her in about a year but she remembered me and commented how she always thought I was hot. She hadn't really changed, still talked about sex a lot and as Aaron told me, loved sex. She teased us by showing us how she could put both of her legs behind her head and say, "See how flexible I am." It was only later after he stopped seeing Carrie that Aaron told me he almost had her convinced to try a threesome with us. He said she talked about me so he thought she would go for it and she initially did but chickened out right when he called me. She admitted she wanted to suck my cock while Aaron fucked her but was too scared to actually do it. The next winter I ran into her again a friend's house party when everyone was home at Christmas. This time things went better for me. We ended up on the floor of the living room in the dark, making out like crazy, rubbing and feeling each other. I knew there was another couple on the couch and at least a couple guys passed out on another couch and a chair. Carrie whispered in my ear, "I wanna suck your cock." She started sliding down under the sheet covering us and unzipping my pants. The room was pitch dark so no one could really see anything and she was under the sheet. She wasted no time in getting me out and sliding her wet mouth up and down on my immediately hard shaft. I couldn't believe she was sucking me off in this room full of sleeping people. After a bit she came up for air, "It is so fucking hot under there!" She sat up and whisked her sweater and undershirt over her head. She wasn't wearing a bra and I could just make out her hard nipples topping her small breasts. Carrie is about 5 foot 7, maybe 120 pounds, with small B cup tits. Her hair is dark brown and about shoulder length. I couldn't believe she was straddling me topless in the room with the sheet around her shoulders and my dick poking out under her. She went back to work sucking and licking me until I burst with wet stickiness. I assume she swallowed it all since I didn't find any on my clothes or sheet. I only found out later from one of my supposedly passed out friends that he watched the whole thing. I lost track of Carrie for a few months but heard reports. I heard from Aaron's new girlfriend, who had no idea he used to fuck Carrie, that she was always telling girls how much she liked my cock. This was when he told me he almost had Carrie set up for a threesome when they dated. She had joked with him recently, if she had known how nice my cock was she would have went through with it. Now fast forward about 3 years. I am out of college, working in the city near my hometown and who do I run into at a bar but Carrie. It was 2 AM on a Wednesday and she was trashed. She flat out asked me to come home with her but I knew she was hammered and I had to get up for work at 7. I still remember how hard it was resisting seeing her long tan legs in the short skirt and pouting lips on her face. She wrote her number on my hand and left. Of course the number wore off my hand and I definitely wanted to call her. I looked her up in the phone book that Saturday and called the number. A guy answered, I asked for Carrie, thinking maybe she has a male roommate or her brother was over. He said she didn't live there and asked who I was. I just said an old friend, Mike. He hung up. About a week later my phone rings, it was Carrie. "You idiot!" she laughs. "You called my ex boyfriend's apartment looking for me! I moved out but the phone was in my name so the listing is still under me. I gave you my cell phone number to call." I admitted I lost it and too make a long story a little shorter I went over to her new apartment and we started having regular sex at that point. She did make me promise not be try and be her boyfriend, she didn't want a relationship at this point but just wanted sex. She said, no flowers, no dinners, no commitments, just pure sex on call. I agreed because hell, she was hot and liked sex. It was great, she would call I would drive over, walk in, and sometimes just bend her over the kitchen table with out even talking. It was one of these episodes that lead to greatest night of sex I have ever had. I was standing in Carrie's living room at about 2 AM on a Friday night, Carrie was on her knees in front of me sucking my cock. We were both totally nude, our clothes strewn from the front door to our spot in the living room. As usual she was deep throating and alternating fast and slow speeds. I have to admit Carrie really liked sucking my dick, I loved how she allowed the head to rub along the back of her throat without gagging. All of a sudden the front door opened and in walked Carrie's roommate, Megan. I had never meet Megan, she was always either in her room or out of town when I came over late at night. She dropped her bag and just looked shocked. "Oh my God, Carrie! Get a room for crissakes!" She quickly ran to her own room and shut the door. Carrie had a hand around the base of cock as she calmly turned to look after the running Megan. "Oh well," and kept on stroking and sucking me. A few seconds later I noticed Megan's door open a crack as she darted to the bathroom, glancing for just a glimpse at us still going at it in the living room. I smiled a bit thinking about Carrie's description of Megan and prepared for the return trip. I put both my hands on Carrie's head and guided her down making a show of her obvious fellatio skills for Megan's run back to her room. Carrie certainly didn't seem to mind as she continued her stroking and head bobbing. Sure enough Megan peeked out again before flying into her room down the hall. I knew she had looked but I wasn't sure if she was able to get a good look at my long hard cock slick with Carrie's saliva. At this point in life, Carrie was a pharmaceutical sales rep, she had been out of school for about 6 months, graduating the previous December. Carrie had transferred to the big four year school after community college. Her roommate, Megan, was graduating in May, they had known each other through some classes during the previous year. Megan's boyfriend was a pre med student at another school and she needed a roommate for the last semester which was ending shortly so it worked out well for Carrie after her breakup. Carrie told me Megan never went out, had been dating her boyfriend since her sophomore year of school. She usually made the two hour drive to see her boyfriend every weekend but lately had been around more due to her finals and her boyfriend's school load. Carrie said if she was ever going to fuck a girl it would be Megan. Carrie claimed Megan had a really great body, despite hiding it all the time under baggy sweats and sweaters. Megan has short blond hair, chin length with long bangs, about 5 foot 4, 110 pounds, with as Carrie describes it, fantastic tits but I couldn't tell from the brief glimpse of her running past. About 2 weeks later, Carrie called and said she and Megan were heading out for drinks on a Friday night. Carrie had finally convinced Megan, who had just finished her last final, to get out and have some fun. I showed up and met Megan formally for the first time. It was mid May and the warm spring air had started the process whereby the girl's outfits started showing more skin. She wore a very short jean skirt and a little cashmere V neck sweater. I tried not to be too obvious as I checked her out while I gently shook her hand for our formal introduction. Carrie was right her tits looked fantastic, at least a full C, maybe even a D cup, which seemed impossible given how petite she was. Her dark eyes contrasted the long whisps of blonde bangs hanging over the side of her face. "Nice to meet you Megan," I smiled forcing myself to focus on her eyes and not glimpse down and give her another once over from close up. Megan's light laugh escaped, sounding a bit nervous, "Yeah, nice to meet you finally with the lights on... I mean with your clothes on... I... well you know what I mean." I caught her glance down at my crotch just for a moment as she stammered her way through the introduction before pausing and nervously pushing those long bangs behind her ears and smiling weakly at me. "Don't worry, I should be the one who is embarrassed by that show, standing naked in your apartment. Well, actually, Carrie should take some or most of the blame, but I know she doesn't feel embarrassed a bit, right babe?" I asked rhetorically while putting my arm around Carrie. Carrie wore some low rise hip hugging Capri pants and a spaghetti strap top exposing her firm tan stomach. I could tell she wore no bra under the top, it had some built in padding and support but her small firm tits didn't really need it. Two hard dots poked out of each side indicating her either arousal or coldness. "Megan probably didn't even see anything, she ran through so fast. You are right though, it really doesn't bother me that she saw us. I keep telling her she can watch anytime. Now c'mon let's get out of here before Megan decides to do something boring like stay in or drive off to see her boyfriend." I was a little surprised as Carrie snuck in the remark about Megan watching. She never mentioned it to me before but I knew she liked to tease and Megan didn't seem all that surprised by the comment. We went to a dark Martini bar located in the basement of an old bookstore, settled into a booth, had some drinks, leading to Megan and Carrie getting pretty giggly and silly. We left for a dance club since they both appeared to have a lot of energy. While on the dance floor we sort of all danced together. I had a girl on each side grinding on one of my legs and an arm around each one. Carrie started kissing me and Megan laughed, "Don't you two ever let up!" She started to pull away but Carrie pulled her close. "C'mon Megan have you ever done a triple kiss?" She shook her head. "Well," Carrie said, "Its easy, I'll start kissing Mike, and you just kind of come in from the side between us and kiss our cheeks or mouth, where ever you can fit in." It seemed innocent enough and she was a bit tipsy so she agreed. As soon as Carrie and I were tonguing each other's mouth Megan came in, laughing a little at first but more serious when Carrie's tongue started hitting her. I quickly gave up as Carrie full on kissed Megan's lips and I slid my tongue and lips up Megan's jawline to her ear and neck. We weren't even dancing anymore, just Carrie making out with Megan as I kissed and nibbled her neck with one hand pressing her ass so she straddled my leg. After a few very long seconds Megan pulled away. "Wow, that's quite a kiss," she joked nervously, looking around in case anyone saw. A few guys were clapping and cheering us on as we walked back to our table. We sat at the table for another round of drinks. "Did it bother you to kiss me?" Carrie asked Megan breaking the silence. "No, it was kind of soft and wetter than kissing a guy, maybe because with three it caused more slobber." She laughed. Carrie pressed on, "Have you ever done it before?" Megan shrugged her shoulders, "Yeah, once in high school I had to make out with another girl in the closet at a sleep over. But that was as far as it went, I swear." "What about you Carrie?" Megan countered. "Yeah, I have done a little more. I have used a vibrator on a girl, licked her pussy, had my coochie licked, you know, the whole nine yards." Megan's face displayed the shock she must have felt at the honesty of the response. I broke in laughing, "Carrie is the horniest girl I have ever met. Probably more than even any guy I know." Megan giggled, "I know. She is always talking about sex, walking around the apartment naked, or watching some cheesy movie on skin-e-Max late at night." Megan began giggling even more, "I can't say what else she says." I probed further, "What else, come on you can't bring it up and not say." Megan reluctantly whispered, "She always talks about your big cock and how she likes to suck it, fuck it, stroke it, whatever. I actually wasn't that surprised when I walked in on you two. I swear I didn't see anything though so I can't comment on your big cock." The last bit made her tipsy giggle more pronounced as she leaned into Carrie. "But I can hear her moaning and talking when you two are going at it in her room." Carrie smiled and teased back, "C'mon Megan, don't tell me you don't get horny sitting in that room all the time waiting for what's his name to call. I bet you have a vibrator or something hidden in there." "No I don't!" Megan shot back. "I get horny but it just makes it all the better when I see Darren." "Whatever," Carrie dismissed her, "I never hear a peep out that room when he comes over. I'm not even sure you are having sex in there." "We're just not loud like you and Mike." Megan laughed in obvious reference to Carrie's pronounced moaning or barking orders during sex. "Not everyone has to know what we are doing. And besides, Darren is usually exhausted from school and the drive so he just rolls over and goes to sleep afterwards..." Her voice trailed off as she realized she was just giving Carrie more information to tease her. Carrie gave her a look of exasperation. "You two are so lame. What's the dirtiest thing you have ever done? Let him fuck you in a position other than missionary?" Her sarcasm was not hidden. "I'm no that much of a prude. We change positions sometimes." "Ooooh!" Carries teased, "Well you are such an adventurer. What about in your life? Not just with Darren but other guys, one night stands, parties, vacations. Ever fucked a guy while his friend watched or even better let two guys have a go or even just let a guy cover you in cum? "No." Megan scoffed. "I suppose you have done all that stuff? She turned to me and laughed, "Sometimes I don't know how serious she is about the stuff she describes." "Well, let's see, I didn't mind you watching me blow Mike the other night. I also know some of Mike's buddies watched me suck him off at a party years ago. Right Mike?" I had to agree, "Yeah some of the guys apparently watched. I didn't think you knew about that." "I found out later about the other guys but I knew Jason was awake. Now a days I probably would have just ridden you knowing they were watching." "Oh c'mon, Carrie. You are that much of an exhibitionist?" questioned Megan. "Well, why do you think I broke up with my last boyfriend? "I don't know," admitted Carrie. "Well he and I had a threesome with a friend of his. It was my boyfriend's idea and I was game. I had chickened out years ago with an old boyfriend so I wanted to do it. It was fine and all but I ended up fucking his friend a few times after that and my boyfriend got pissed. He found a video of me and his friend screwing and broke up with me." "I just assumed you got bored and moved on." Carrie shrugged, "What happened to the other guy?" "Well the video my boyfriend found was shot by another friend of theirs who happened to be at the bachelor party. I guess the bride to be never found out her fiance was fucking me." "God, Carrie, you can be such a slut!" Megan teased. "I didn't want him for a boyfriend, his getting married didn't bother me and it was fun showing up at the party just to be his last fuck. All the guys were cheering outside and kept peeking in to see what was going on. I can see why his wife still went through with it, that guy knew how to fuck." "Hey, what about me?" I feigned hurt feelings. "Oh your just fine baby, I like your fat cock too." Carrie purred as she ran her hand up my leg and nipped my ear. "Maybe Megan wants to watch us later, hmmm?" I couldn't help but looking over at Megan at Carrie's suggestion. Megan obviously heard the comment and her eyes locked with mine for just a moment before looking away. I just let my eyes wander down to her cleavage and back up catching her eyes again. She busted me staring at her tits but just smiled slyly and looked off onto the dance floor again. Carrie's head was on my shoulder and her hand slipped into the top of my shorts. I slouched forward slightly as Carrie began stroking me off under the table. I saw Megan's eyes widen as she realized what was happening. "See Megan, it can be fun to just give in to a little lust." Carrie explained wickedly, "I bet Mike is just thinking about blowing that big load all over your tits right now, aren't you babe?" I didn't really respond as Carrie continued making Megan squirm "I saw him check your chest and you did too and you didn't move or say anything. Now just imagine some warm sticky cum shooting out, running between them. I bet you never let Darren cum on your tits. Hell, if I had tits like that I would let Mike shoot all over them just to lick it off my hard nipples." I was breathing heavy and completely aroused as Carrie kept slowly stroking me under the table. I had never heard her talk this dirty before but it was obviously turning her on and making Megan uncomfortable. "Carrie, you never let up on her do you?" I chimed in, causing Carrie to sit up and release my cock from her hand. "Oh you want to come to her defense huh? I guess I should just stop here and let you just mentally undress her and think about that cum shot because the physical one isn't happening now." Megan jumped to my defense, "I can take it. I am used to Carrie's teasing. But it was nice someone has some modesty." Carrie smiled, "Ohhh, I love getting a rise out of her. We should probably head out of here before things go too far, because it looks like someone is getting excited." Megan looked down and noticed her hard nipples poking at attention through the thin sweater. I had been staring at her tits for sometime while Carrie toyed with me but this was the first time Megan seemed to notice. Megan's hands quickly moved up to cup herself and the evidence. The unintended effect was to make her tits appear even fuller as they were clearly bigger than her handful. We finally made it back to the apartment at about midnight. Carrie pulled out a little weed and asked if we wanted to relax a bit. I know Carrie loves getting laid while high so I knew where she was going. We smoked up some, just a few hits each. Friends with Benefits Carrie finally made her move. "This fucking shirt has been rubbing and scratching me all night." With that she whipped off her top and sat there on the floor topless, her firm tits exposed with hard nipples poking out, almost upward. "Here we go." Megan laughed. "She's always gotta get naked." "Look." Carrie said, pulling the skin under her right breast tight. "There are the lines from the wire in the shirt." Megan agreed, "I know what you mean, my bra digs into my ribs. I think my boobs actually got bigger in the last year so some of my bras are too tight, especially this one." Megan turned to look at me, "Carrie made me wear it because it gave me cleavage for this V neck." She pulled the sweater down a little to emphasize her point, exposing the curved flesh being pushed out of the white bra forming her voluptuous cleavage. "Well take the thing off Megan." Carrie almost ordered. "We're all friends here." Megan shook her head, "I can't sit around topless like you do. I don't think you realize how lucky you are to have a smaller chest. I hate having to wear a bra all the time." "You can go without, your tit's probably barely move without that bra." Carrie was relentless in chiding her and daring her to just take it off and be comfortable. I stayed out of the conversation not wanting to make Megan more nervous and remind her a guy she barely knew was sitting there. Finally she agreed to take the bra off and leave the sweater on. She pulled her arms in and wriggled around a bit before pulling out the bra through the sleeve. I could see her full breasts dropped a little bit but were still firmly jutting out and bouncing seductively. "I think Mike likes 'em Megan." Carrie teased. "A little wiggle and bounce is sexy don't you think Mike? Why don't you flash us? I know you flashed your tits at spring break. And I know you let Andrea take a picture of your tits on your camera phone to send to your boyfriend one night. Come on Mike, tell Megan to flash her tits." "O.K. Come on show your tits, Megan." I pleaded. "Say it like you mean it Mike!" Carrie ordered. She was really starting to get enthusiastic and a little more bold. "Tell her it'll make your dick hard." Megan laughed and gave her chest a shake sending her freed breasts swaying side to side under the sweater. The friction had her nipples hard once again and her tits had shapely firmness as they settled down when she stopped moving. We were all kind of laughing as I tried telling Megan what to do when she stood up and said, "Here goes!" She grabbed the bottom of her sweater and pulled it up to her neck. Her two full breasts fell out, bouncing slightly as they settled into place. She had very large pink areolas and nipples. Her tits were large, cocoanut sized, and each just hung perfectly off her thin body, slightly pointing away from each other. She pulled her shirt back down after about 10 seconds her face slightly flushed in embarrassment and intoxication. "There, you saw them now. I don't know what the big deal is." "Well they look fantastic if that is any consolation." I complimented. "You had to notice all the guys staring at you tonight in the club." "I don't know..." she pleaded ignorance. "I never wear anything that tight anymore. My boobs grew a lot during the past few years and Darren gets pissed when guys stare at me so I usually just wear baggy tops or a sports bra." "If I had a rack like that I would be damn near topless when I left the house." Carrie boasted. "Seriously, Megan. Mike here would probably tit fuck me all night." She added as she punched my arm. "I don't know about that," Megan smirked, "I hate my huge nipples and I don't think Darren likes them either because he barely touches them..." Again Megan stopped as she realized she had just provided fodder for Carrie's teasing. "That's bullshit Megan, and you can tell him I said that." Carrie jumped up, "I have an idea." We watched her run from the room and into the kitchen. Megan and I sat quietly across from one another almost daring the other to look away. I made a show of slowly letting my eyes drift down from her face to her chest and stomach and legs and back up again. Megan's face showed no reaction to my obvious leering at her but she did lean back slightly on her elbows, jutting her tits up a bit more. Carrie came back out with a bottle of champagne, a jar of cherries and a shot glass. "We are going to do tit shots." Carrie proclaimed. "I saw it on TV once and have always wanted to try it. I'll pour a little cherry juice on my right boob, Mike will put is mouth a little below my left boob and I'll pour the shot of champagne over my nipple into his mouth. He will then lick the cherry juice off my other nipple to complete the flavored shot. I'll even put the cherry in mouth so he can scoop it out with his tongue." Carrie stood up and did as she planned. I positioned my mouth just under her nipple as she slowly poured the fizzy champagne over her hard little nipple. Most of it went down her smallish boob and into and on my face. I quickly slid over and sucked her right nipple hard, tonguing all the cherry juice and flavor off her salty skin before moving up and getting the cherry with a deep kiss. When I finished, both of her nipples stood hard, sticky and wet. Cherry juice and champagne had leaked down onto her stomach making it sticky and wet as well. "Again, Again!" Carrie ordered. "The bubbles tickle so much!" I repeated the process, sucking a little more on her cherry covered nipple than the previous shot. "Oh fuck, my pants are getting all stained from the cherries!" Megan started unbuttoning them, "Pull them off baby." I helped her slide out of the capris and left her standing in her panties and nothing else. I was on my knees in front of her so I started licking her stomach and cleaning the cherry juice. Moving down I ended up licking her thigh, and as she put a leg up on the couch I started tonguing her underwear covered pussy. My hand ran up her thigh cupping her ass pulling her crotch into my face as I licked her inner thigh and began nuzzling her pussy as I felt her hands on my head. "Ahem," Megan interrupted. "I have already witnessed a blow job in proccess, let's leave a little to imagination." I stopped and looked up Carrie's flat stomach to hard pointed tits and knew my ministrations had really started to get her going. "Your turn Megan.?" Carrie asked waiving the bottle as she stepped confidently toward Megan wearing nothing but her tiny thong panties. Her long legs and small muscular ass looked incredible. "I can't do that." Megan protested. "All right, Mike then." Carrie offered, turning toward me holding out the bottle while her naked breasts remained at attention. "Sure." I replied. First Carrie then Megan did a shot off my chest. It was pretty hard without the boobs to slow the champagne shot down. I could feel myself getting hard as I felt Megan hands on my hips while her tongue licked my chest. She giggled as the champagne ran over face before she stood up to take the cherry from my lips with a quick flick of her tongue in my mouth. We got Megan to do one off Carrie, she barely licked her nipples but it was a tit sucking nonetheless. Carrie didn't let Megan escape with the cherry as easily as I. She pulled Megan in close for a long kiss. I couldn't help but comment as I watched their faces turn and tongues work into each other mouth in a surprisingly passionate make out session. Megan finally pulled away just as Carrie's roving hands came up to squeeze her breasts. "Damn, that was hot Megan. Carrie wasn't kidding when she said if she was going to fuck a girl it would be you." The two of them slowly seperated, each wiping the champagne and saliva off their faces. Megan rolled her eyes at the suggestion, "I'm sure she says a lot of things she doesn't really mean." Carrie was surprisingly quiet at my indiscretion with her secret, but I noticed that she was holding Megan's hand when I looked down. She finally responded, "I don't think Megan is really into experimentation, Mike. I mean her body tells me she really liked that kiss but she keeps trying to act all innocent and perfect. She won't even let us do a body shot off of her." Finally, Megan relented, "All right, I'll let you do it." Carrie jumped up with the bottle and I got ready in front of Megan. Megan pulled her shirt up and held it in front of her face. "Sorry Megan, it has to come off, it is too hard with it up in front of your face and it might get ruined." Carrie explained. Megan turn her back and reluctantly pulled her shirt completely off. I positioned myself on my knees in front of her as she turned around cupping her chest in her hands. Reaching out I pulled her closer with my hands on her hips as she slowly dropped her hands away to take the bottle from Carrie. The view was incredible looking between the pointed breasts as they settled into place. Megan didn't so much as look down as away to the side to avoid my gaze. As Megan began pouring the shot over her nipple it ran all over, I pulled my hand up and cupped her left boob working my tongue all over her huge nipples. Megan bent her knees to allow me better access with my mouth as I held her breast in place. After a few moments I moved over to the cherry flavored nipple on the right. I sucked it in my mouth pulling the skin of her areola up, feeling the little bumps with my tongue. My hands were now both up caressing and pushing up her tits as I licked down under them and switched back and forth between her hard nipples. I forgot all about the cherry in Megan's mouth but she didn't stop me, from working her breasts. I snuck a peek up at her and saw eyes close as she let the bottle fall to her side and stood motionless while I sucked and caressed her. I finally felt her pull away. "I think you got it all," she said. I could see her nipples standing red and hard from the recent attention. Her face was slightly flushed. "My turn." Carrie stated, jumping in front of Megan. "I promise to be more gentle" Carrie delicately took Megan's nipple to her mouth as Megan slowly poured the shot. I think she learned how to do it slow enough after witnessing the mess when I went. When the time came for the cherry nipple, Carrie gently licked her breast everywhere, never sucking, just a wet tongue bath. Her other hand moved up and gently caressed Megan's other nipple with her thumb. Finally, the kiss came with Carrie passionately wrapping her arms around Megan and kissing her, taking the cherry, spitting it aside and continuing to kiss. Megan's arms were draped over Carrie's shoulders while Carrie's hands roved down her back and pulled their hips together. They went on for what seemed like a long time before breaking apart. Megan looked sheepishly at me, briefly covering her chest with her arms before slowly letting them slide down again before using my t-shirt to wipe herself off and barely cover up again. "Was that kiss better than the triple kiss at the bar?" I asked, curious to how open she was becoming. "It wasn't bad," she smirked, "I might need another refresher to compare..." Carrie wasted no time in moving in again, gently holding Megan's hands forcing her to drop the shirt to the floor. I moved in behind Megan, sandwiching her between Carrie and I. My hands roved up her hips and flat stomach until I was lifting each dense breast up while kissing her neck and shoulder. Carrie's pointed nipples brushed the back of my hand as she pressed closer kissing Megan's full lips. I manueuvered my hands slightly to allow me to slowly brush Megan's right nipple against Carrie's nipple teasing both girls. Megan's ass ground back into me while I continued playing with her tits from behind and nibbling on her neck and ears. I knew she could feel my stiffening cock pressing into her lower back as she slightly straddled my thigh. I desperately wanted to just bend her over and fuck her squirming ass but she was still wearing her little skirt and I wasn't sure how far she was willing to go. Suddenly she realized something. "Hey I am here in nothing but a skirt, Carrie is wearing nothing but her underwear. You need to be in your underwear mister." I laughed "well no problem, you have already seen me naked anyway." "No I didn't see anything, I think your dick was in her mouth," Megan countered. I dropped my shorts, leaving me standing my boxers. My dick was three fourths hard so it stuck nearly straight out. "So is it really big as Carrie says?" "It is about 8 inches hard, not huge but..." Suddenly Carrie dropped my boxers from behind and my cock was bouncing up and down for Megan to see. "Oh my God," she laughed. "No I am not laughing at you, I just didn't expect that to happen. It doesn't look 8 inches, is it hard yet?" "No, do you want to help?" I asked innocently. "I know you've wanted to see it all night, or at least I was hoping you did." "You keep hoping, but that's Carrie's job." She shot back. "Why don't you get it hard yourself." Carrie teased. I sat on the couch and began stroking my cock while watching the two of the sitting nearly naked on the floor across from me. Megan was sitting cross legged giving me a full view of her underwear covered pussy up her skirt. It only took a moment before my hard cock was standing up against my stomach, the tip poking my belly button. I blatantly stared at Megan's bare chest as she leaned back on her hands as if on display. I gripped my rod with both hands like a bat pumping one fist slowly off the bottom grip. She glanced up from my deliberate stroking to catch my eyes on her causing her to sit up self consciously and cup her tits briefly before smiling and squeezing each breast pulling her nipples slightly as she let go as if trying to further tease me or show off just a little as she relaxed. Carrie suddenly jumped up, "You've already seen it once so what the hell." She got between my legs and began slowly sliding her hand up the shaft and licking the tip before taking it all the way in. "You might get a better view from the other end of the couch." I pointed Megan over. Surprisingly she agreed and admitted, "I have never actually seen a live blow job." I watched her bounce over to the other end of the sofa, still topless and wearing only her tiny denim skirt. As she sat on the other end of the couch with her legs up it gave me another perfect view of her mounded pussy straining against the white fabric of her panties. Carrie seemed to be enjoying being the exhibitionist and was really making a show of sucking my cock. I knew she was showing off for Megan as she slowly licked up the underside of shaft and popped each of my hairless balls from her mouth. I had recently shaved all bare, making my cock look even bigger and because I knew how much Carrie loved licking the bare skin. Her long slow descent down me as she deep throated was torture and ecstasy at once. I stole a glance over at Megan and saw her eyes fixated on my cock disappearing down Carrie's throat. I wanted to explode from the sensation of the slowest blowjob I had ever received. I occasionally openly stared at Megan, taking in her smooth legs up to her barely covered pussy, firm stomach and slightly flattened breasts as she leaned back watching Carrie work on me. My right hand stroked the strands of Carrie's hair away from her face making sure Megan had a clear view of my hard cock, slick with saliva. It was really the most tender I had ever seen Carrie as she worked me deliberately slow and deep. Carrie occasionally looked up from her grip on the base of my cock to stare at Megan or me. Megan made no attempt to hide her fascination with watching Carrie pumping her fist slowly up my shaft and licking me. My left hand rested on Megan's bent right knee as I placed my right on Carrie's head adding to the show as it appeared to guide her cock swallowing. Megan shifted slightly letting her left foot slip off the couch down to the floor spreading her legs further and giving her a better view of the show. My hand slipped down a few inches on her inner thigh. I held it steady for a moment and when Megan didn't move again I slowly began running my palm up her inner thigh feeling the heat increase as I reached closer and closer to her skirt. Before she could really react my hand reached her panties and my thumb began stroking up and down her pussy over her panties for just a few strokes. "Give me your foot." I commanded Megan. She held out her leg suspiciously and I began licking her foot, and sort of sucking on her toes. She giggled and slid down a little closer causing her skirt to ride up completely around her waist. Her other foot went to the floor, while her right leg was in my possession up in the air against the back of the couch. I slowly made my way up her leg. Carrie continued sucking on my hard dick but was well aware what was happening above. I finally slumped all the way over and had my face buried in Megan's crotch. I kissed her inner thigh, and began tonguing her soaked underwear covered peach. Surprisingly she didn't resist, I think she had seen me licking the covering of Carrie's pussy earlier and saw it went no further. I had much more in mind however. Carrie dropped all pretense of my blowjob and began licking Megan's other toes and making her way up the leg. I could see Megan had her eyes closed and was totally relaxed. Eventually, I made my move. I slid one finger under the panties and began to rub the warm, moist, slightly furry pussy lips. Megan lifted her hips slightly, no resistance. I pulled the underwear aside and tasted her for the first time. The slightly bitter, yet sweet tangy taste was like heaven for both of us. My tongue was probing and licking up and down but getting to the clit was difficult. I reached under her and pulled her panties down around her thighs as far as her spread legs would let me. She lifted her hips and muttered, "It has been so long." I had her clit between my lips gripped in an embrace holding it so my tongue could flick it back and forth. She was moaning and gently thrusting her hips as I pressed her into the couch with my hands while I ate her pussy. Carrie kneeled next to the couch leaning in to kiss and suck on Megan's tits when she started sliding a hand down near my face in Megan's pussy. Finally Carrie slid a finger past me and into Megan's now sopping wet pussy. She began finger fucking her and I pulled away to watch. Carrie's lips moved up from Megan's chest and locked onto her lips deeply kissing her roommate while still thrusting a finger into her pussy. I was surprised to see no resistance from Megan and noticed her legs spread even wider as Carrie rubbed against her clit in and out with two fingers. Carrie moved into take my place and began licking and finger fucking that wet area. Carrie pushed her legs up and exposing the engorged lips for her tongue. I couldn't take it anymore and positioned myself behind Carrie. It didn't take much effort to slip into her. I had pounded her from behind many times and new the path well. I kept a slow steady rhythm not wanting to throw off her tonguing of Megan's pussy. Megan was sitting back on the couch, legs spread wide with Carrie between them. I was looking right at Megan as she alternately massaged her own tits, or played with Carrie's hair. I doubt she had ever had her pussy eaten by another girl, especially not while that girl got pounded. Finally Carrie was feeling too much from me and started moaning, I pushed a little harder from behind, forcing her face up from Megan's sex pot. Carrie's face was on Megan's stomach resting her head there as I pounded from behind. I thought I was going to cum and pulled out quickly, sliding my slick cock up between Carrie's ass cheeks and onto her back. I froze there for a moment as a jet of cum shot out over Carrie's back, landing on Megan's stomach. The second and third pulses only managed to reach Carrie. Friends with Benefits Megan staring straight at my hard wet cock rising out between her friend's ass and dripping cum said, "I can't believe I am doing this. This is the craziest thing I could ever do, we have to stop. I mean I got your cum shot on me." Carrie teased, "So do you want to watch him really fuck me with that big cock?" "You mean again?" Megan wondered as she looked for something to wipe the pooling sperm on her stomach as she pulled her underwear back up her thighs. "I'm not done," Carrie declared, "and besides you couldn't see much from over there. I've never really had someone just sit and watch me have sex. It makes me horny just thinking about it." "Sure, I guess. But find me something to wipe this up." " "Just use your hand," ordered Carrie. "Besides, I need your help to get Mike ready again." Carrie slid down off the couch and pulled Megan by the hand toward me on the other end before she could protest. Megan was kneeling next to me on the sofa, topless, her skirt pushed up and her underwear barely up to her waist. Carrie forced Megan's hand to swab over the cum from her stomach and directed her toward my half hard cock. "Stroke him hard again." Megan pulled back for a moment, "No way, I can't have sex with Mike! I have a boyfriend and this has gone too far already." "You're not having sex. You're just helping a friend out. It's just a little hand job to go with some oral. I mean you've already had you pussy licked and your tits slobbered all over. Relax, have some fun and just try something new for once." Carrie almost pleaded. I remained quiet but looked Megan right in the eye as I grabbed her left hand and closed it around my cock. She squeezed gently and began pumping up and down. "You can go faster and squeeze harder," I whispered, "it won't hurt me." The pace picked up and she leaned a little closer letting me kiss her shoulder and neck as her breast rubbed against my arm while she pumped me. It only took a few moments before my head was leaned back and I was completely hard. My cock was slick from the cum in her hand, Carrie's juices, and saliva allowing Megan easy friction as she stroked and pulled. "See Megan," Carrie teased, "isn't it fun to make that cock get hard for you." "It's so damn big, I can't get my hand around it." Megan grunted as she switched her grip over to giver her arm some rest. She didn't seem to mind as I reached across and fondled her jiggling tits with my right hand. Megan actually initiated the kiss as I gently tugged her hard nipples. "Oh fuck, Megan," I moaned, "it's definitely hard for you. I'd do just about anything for you right now." I leaned over towards her and pulled onto my lap with one arm. She straddled me while I kissed her tits again, making my way up to her mouth. She was already leaning down to meet me as our tongues wrestled in each others mouth. I could feel her rising up and down grinding her barely covered crotch against my hard cock. I hadn't cum from dry humping in a long time but if I hadn't already shot one load I know I would have at that moment. My hands slid down her back so I could grip her hips and guide her slit against the underside of my long thick cock. I managed to pull her skirt all the way up around her waist leaving just those thin panties between us as she ground against me. Megan leaned back for a moment letting herself rub her clit against me. Her hard nipples and torpedo like tits bounced seductively in my face as I tried in vain to suck them until she squeezed them together letting her nipples brush my face briefly before aggressively tugging on them herself. A small shudder went through her and she stopped moving as she leaned forward on me. "I don't know how you kept that underwear on, but I have never in my life wanted to tear something off so bad." I complained as she slid off onto the floor. "Believe me I wanted to, luckily I would have had to stop to do it or I may have lost all control." Megan smiled weakly. "Don't worry, I have no such problems." Carrie said as she stood up and slipped her panties down to step out of. In a moment she was squatting on me trying to guide my slick cock into her from behind. Instinctively I grabbed her hips and helped pull her down filling her in one motion. Carrie leaned forward on the ottoman as she rocked back riding me in reverse so she could watch Megan and Megan could see her face. I know Carrie's fuck face and I was sure when I heard the moans that she was giving a show to Megan. Carrie's mouth was probably open, her eyes closed in consternation as my cock plunged in and out of her as she banged her ass on my thighs. "Do you like watching me get fucked Megan?" Carrie breathlessly worded between thrusts. "Can you imagine that hard cock pounding you? Say something dirty to her Mike." I blurted out the first thing that popped in my head. "I want to cum all over your tits Megan. I want you to fuck you hard like Carrie and make your pussy burn until you scream like Carrie does." "Would you like that Megan?" Carrie asked. "Would you like to get fucked so hard you scream? So hard you are completely in someone else's power." Carrie sat quietly, watching, listening to Carrie and I talk about sex while fucking right in front of her. I started getting bolder as Carrie moaned in pleasure. "C'mon Megan, don't you want to feel my big cock filling you up, making you cum, all over it?" Carrie paused her backwards thrusts onto me to push herself up and lean all the way back against me. My dick slipped out of her sopping hole in the position shift giving Megan another clear view before Carrie guided it back inside her. I had to go much slower in the new position as Carrie laid her back against my chest riding up and down about 3/4ths of my cock but I am sure the view left nothing to the imagination for Megan. As Carrie squirmed around on my cock with her feet planted on my thighs, I managed to start picking her hips up and thrusting a little faster into her while she barked out more dirty orders for Megan. "I dare you to finger yourself while you watch us. I know you want to pretend Mike's cock is teasing your wet pussy right now." My hand moved up around Carrie's hip so I could rub her clit against my thrusting cock in response to her dare of Megan. I leaned my head to the side to get a view of Megan and jumped on board, "If you aren't going to let me fuck you, at least let me see you cum." Megan slid one hand up and began rubbing her crotch over the panties but stopped, "I can't. I just can't do it in front of you." "Bullshit!" Carrie shot back as she sat up a little more to look Megan in the eye. "I know you are a horny little devil, I hear your little vibrator friend at night. I know your so called boyfriend is never around, you never go out, you haven't even had much fun in the last 3 years because you are always worried about what he may think and he isn't even around. The best thing that could happen to you is to get fucked by Mike. Not have sex, but fucked. I am not going to tell anyone, he isn't going to tell anyone, and no one will know you finally got laid." "Well I..." Megan started but Carrie interrupted, "And I need someone to lick my pussy after all this. It's my turn, Goddammit." Carrie rolled off of me and spread her legs inviting me in. I moved over onto my knees in front of her and began sucking her clit, knowing she was only moments from orgasming on my face. Carrie's fingered flickered back and forth above my nose adding friction to her hard little bean. She came with a shudder and sigh before relaxing back into the sofa. Sleep or passing out hit her quickly. I got off my knees and stood up taking Megan's hand and leading her away from the couch where Carrie slumped naked and still spread wide. I kissed Megan fully on the lips and pulled her close, my still hard cock standing up between us, nearly touching her full breasts as they hung from her body. Her body was tense but she didn't pull away or stop my roving hands. "I can't have sex with you." She warned. "Why not? Carrie doesn't mind as long as she gets hers and know one will know." I pleaded, bending down to squeeze her tits together again so I could switch between each hard nipple. "Hell, Carrie won't even be awake to watch so you have nothing to worry about." "I just can't." She slid down my chest and stomach letting her tits surround my erect cock. I squeezed her tits together letting her rise back up then down as she slowly let me tit fuck her. "What else can I do?" Megan asked as her hands covered mine as she continued letting my hard slick cock slide between her tits. "I want you to suck me. Please suck my cock." Megan dropped all the way to her knees taking the tip of my cock in her mouth and stroking me. I could see her eyes look up at me as she tasted Carrie's juices on me. I couldn't believe this little goddess was bobbing up and down on my hard member. I guided her head gently as Megan swallowed about half my slick cock and stroked the other half with her hand. "It's so fucking thick, I can't take all of it in." She half complained in between strokes, stringy pre cum and saliva still connecting her lips to me. "Just a little longer, babe." I pleaded as I guided Megan back down my hard cock. I really wanted to enjoy her mouth a bit longer. She looked so damn sexy with the juices around her mouth and saliva dripping onto her tits while she tried deep throating me. It didn't seem to take nearly long enough. I moment I was looking down into Megan's eyes as she pumped my cock into her mouth, only able to swallow about two thirds of it, and the next I was squeezing out gobs of cum. Megan settled back on her heels as she spit the first load out between her lips. The second and third spasms hit her cheek and then down to her chest. The sticky cum dribbling out of her mouth ran off her chin dripping down onto her tits. "Well I guess Carrie can't tease you anymore about taking a facial." I joked as I ran my fingers through her hair. "A little warning would have been nice," she scolded as she wiped her face and then moved to wipe her chest with my t-shirt again. "Just leave it there." I commanded stopping her hand. Clearing the t-shirt I slowly rubbed my own jizz load over her tits, working the warm gel into her skin until it disappeared. Megan got up, pulling her skirt down and stumbling weak kneed, "I should probably get to my own room and get to bed so you two can be alone." I watched her walk back to her bedroom and heard the bed creak as she collapsed into it leaving me all alone in wakefulness. After a few moments I wandered into Megan's room and climbed into the bed next to her. Megan stretched out on her side with her back against me, resting her head on my left arm. I was soon running my fingers lightly up her leg and hip, sliding my arm under her arm and beginning to massage and tease her firm tits. I could just feel her beginnings of hardness pushing her nipples out again. I brushed the side of my thumb lightly over her right boob as I cupped it firmly. Megan leaned back into me slightly as I moved my hand up and began using the palm to tease her and caress her breasts. Her right leg moved back to drape over me as my hand slid down her stomach and hip to her thigh. I began on the outside of her thigh moving down and sliding over to the inside to begin moving back up. I followed the tight muscle and tendon of her inner thigh to her warm crotch. Her skirt was finally gone making it easy to move my hand up the leg and over her underwear covered mound. After a brief rubbing of her pussy, I slid my hand back down her thigh and began the process again. As all this caressing was going on I was nipping at her ear and kissing her neck while whispering how badly I wanted to fuck her, how I wanted to eat her pussy and make her cum. She wasn't saying anything, just grinding her hips back into me and rising up to meet my hand whenever it found its way to her wet underwear covered pussy. The harder I pressed my fingers between her swollen lips the slicker the underwear became. I don't know if I have ever felt hotter, I wanted to fuck her so bad but also was enjoying the build up immensely. I couldn't help saying some really dirty shit as I whispered in her ear how bad I wanted to fuck her. I had never been a big dirty talker but it just sort of came out of my mouth and she didn't seem to mind. Eventually she had rolled back enough that she was laying with her back on my chest and I had both hands free to roam over her. I finally slipped my hand into her little panties. I felt the rough little stubble where she had shaved previously but was soon met by the soft short hair damp with her juices as I neared her clit. My finger slid down her opening, rubbing between her engorged lips and down to the bottom of her pussy. Her hips rocked up as I stroked up and down the slippery opening. Touching and pressing on the bit of skin between her pussy and asshole. She was so fucking wet as I held her open with my first and third finger so I could use the second finger to rub her clit before pushing it inside her. I must have finger fucked her for a good 5 minutes, before she rolled off and onto the floor. She stood up and slid her underwear down as she shimmied her hips from side to side before finally stepping out of the panties on the floor. I lifted one leg and guided it onto the bed, making it easy for me to lean in and suck on her pussy. Suck is the only way I can describe how I took it in my mouth with my tongue sliding up repeatedly licking her slit from bottom to top and flicking her clit as my trapped it against my upper lip. It was sweet and bitter but tasted so clean and fresh. I slid my hand up her inner thigh and began pushing two fingers inside her, fucking her with them as I tongued her clit. I could feel her hip thrusts as she fucked the air against my face. "Oh my God! What do you want me to do?" She panted, "I want to do something for you, anything, just please promise you'll finish me and make me cum." I sucked her clit in my mouth and held it between my lips as I tongued it back and forth rapidly as I could. I felt Megan shiver and convulse a little as she finally came. "I think you know what I want to do." I could feel the wet juices running down off my fingers and down my palm as I furiously drove my middle two fingers into Megan. She rolled over giggling as her freshly spasming pussy was tender to the touch. "I can't take much more," she panted. "You know I've got to stop this at some point." I moved behind her on my knees pulling her hips back toward me lifting her ass in the air. "Just tell me when to stop." I offered as I stroked the head of my cock up and down her fuzzy slit from behind. Gently, I began gliding my cock in from tip about half way in. She was wet but very tight, I felt her pulling away when she realized it was my cock and not my fingers. She kept teasing me, wiggling her ass just away as soon as an inch or two got inside her. I held my cock straight so she could settle onto it. It slid about 3/4ths in as a gasp escaped her lips. She began rocking back against me, letting my cock probe in and out of her. She whispered back to me, "Careful, I have never had a cock this big." I gripped her small hips and guided her on a little more each time. I could feel the tight resistance deep inside her begin to loosen up. Finally I slid in to the base of my cock, letting my hips bump her ass just a bit with each deep thrust. We let out simultaneous gasps as I felt her pussy walls relax. I slid slowly back out letting her feel every inch as it left her and then every inch as it went back inside her. I gripped her hips and began speeding up, faster and faster, now slamming my hips into her ass. I could hear Megan moaning as my fat head pushed deep inside her. I stopped for a moment but she kept rocking back impaling herself on my hard cock. She was doing all the work rocking back into me letting my cock push all the way down to my balls. Having just blown a load I knew I could last for sometime. I just let Megan keep going, she was rocking back as fast she should could, panting, "Fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck, yes, yes," as her pussy stretched and the friction on her clit brought her to climax. I couldn't help but start talking again. I began telling her, "Fuck me, Fuck me, yeah Megan, fuck yeah Megan, Fuck me. Ride my cock, feel it, c'mon, fuck, yeah." Her hand reached back for me and her breathing was coming in quick breaths as she ground against me. Finally, I heard her whispers, "deeper, deeper." I moved her off of me and to a standing position as I lead her over to the bean bag on the floor. "Lay down." I commanded and she complied. I moved between her legs gripping each ankle and using just my hips to guide my 8 inch cock into her all the way. She let out a deep moan as her breath escaped her lungs, now I was balls deep inside her. I didn't move at first, just let myself rest inside of her, feeling her stretch and accommodate me deep inside. I remembered how tight she was, especially deep down inside and began to make my dick throb. I could tighten my muscles and force my cock to throb and move slightly inside her tight grip. After a few moments of her heavy breath in my ear I felt her begin squirming her hips, grinding her clit against the base of my cock. "What do you want me to do Megan? I asked. "Fuck me." She whispered. "Fuck me," She whispered again. I pushed her boundaries a little further, "Tell me how you want to get fucked. Make me fuck you your way, tell me how you want it." As I said this I began to slowly pull out of her letting each and every inch slowly slide out past her sensitive lips and swollen clit. I could feel her tight grip of me until I popped all the way out. I kept her legs spread up in the air while driving into her as she smiled and shook her head. I entered her again and began pumping rhythmically, in a nice steady pace. Megan began, instructing, "faster, faster, harder, harder I was on my knees with her on the bean bag making it an almost straight shot into her wet canal as I began pumping her while hold her legs up. I was thrusting as fast as I could now and pushed her feet so her knees went up to her chest forcing her hips up a little more. I was banging into her ass with my thighs as I went as deep as I could. I looked down, her small pussy gripped me tightly as I pulled out exposing a bit of sensitive skin until I thrust back inside. Megan's head was turned aside with her mouth open and eyes closed as I pounded her. Her breath was rapid as she kept panting, "fuck yeah, fuck yeah, fuck yeah," in an increasingly higher pitch. I felt her pussy convulse as she came again, the rapid increase in wetness followed by the relaxing of her pussy walls. Inside she felt like a ribbed condom as the little ripples of the muscles contracted and relaxed alternately. I lowered her legs down resting my palms on her inner thighs forcing her legs wide open. I could feel my own orgasm ready. Megan's tits swayed and bounced as I thrust the full length into her. Reaching up I squeezed one tit while she grasped the other as I pulled out and launched my load of sticky cum onto her stomach and chest, gobs oozed out onto her stomach and pubic bone. Megan sighed running her hands up her body and then down my chest. "Thank you." "No. Thank you." I replied. "I wanted to do that as soon as I saw you tonight." "Well this has to be a one time thing. I can't believe I even did it this time. I'm really not like this normally." "However you normally are is fine, but tonight you were fantastic. I can't wait till we can do it again." "We'll talk about it later, I have to get some sleep." Friends with Benefits "Ouch!" I howled and rubbed my bottom. "Bill!" "Baby, your ass looks great in those jeans." "That's no reason to slap my ass so hard." I explained still rubbing my butt. "Sorry, baby, but those jeans get my motor running." He grinned at me. We were on the back deck of our house cleaning up after a weekend cookout with a few friends. I was bent over the picnic table reaching for a used paper plate to throw in the trash when my husband Bill had assaulted my ass. Deep down I was pleased that my husband still found me attractive after so many years of marriage. I was knocking on the door of forty but worked hard to keep myself in shape. I walked inside the house my high heels clicked on the wooden deck as I left my husband to finish up outside. Megan, my daughter who was visiting from college, was in the kitchen scrubbing up some pots and pans at the sink. "I don't know what's gotten into your father." I said handing her a pitcher. "Gosh Mom, you look hot." She replied trying to push a lock of hair out of her face with her wrist to avoid using her soapy hands. "I'm just wearing jeans and a T-shirt; I don't even have any make-up on." I retorted. Megan smiled, "Are you serious? Those jeans fit you like a glove. Not only are they hugging your ass but you have a real nice camel-toe going in front. And your T-shirt actually accentuates your big boobs." "What's a camel-toe?" "Oh, mom," she fussed and then, "You really don't know? It's when the seam of your jeans rides up into your crotch and outlines your labia. Check mine out." She stepped back from the sink and turned towards me. Her short-shorts were as tight as my jeans and her labia were clearly outlined thru the material. "Oh, so you think that's what got your father going?" I asked as I dried a just rinsed pot. "Not just Dad. Mr. Thorne couldn't keep his eyes off of you." "Victor's just a good friend. I doubt he was ogling me all that much." "I can't believe you're that naïve Mom. I was slinging my ass at him all afternoon and barely got any kind of response but as soon as you sauntered by it was all," she deepen her voice trying to imitate Vic, "Get the door for you Stella? Can I help you carry that tray Stella? Can I slip my cock into you Stella?" She laughed uproariously. "Stop laughing Megan, why is everything sex with you? Victor's a gentleman besides he's been a family friend for years, he sees you as a kid so I'm not surprised he didn't respond to your wanton wiles. He's old enough to be your father, why would you throw yourself at him?" Megan smiled, "Victor Thorne is gorgeous and there is nothing sexier than success and confidence and he has both. Believe me, Mom, I've had men of all ages flirt with me Victor only had eyes for you." "Maybe, he's just missing his wife. Jane and I were good friends before she was killed in that car wreck. He's thrown himself into his business ever since her death and he hasn't socialized. I'm sure that being around me just brought back some of those memories." "Whatever, Mom," Megan said drying her hands on a hand towel the dishes completed. "I'm going over to Jason's and rock his world." "I didn't know you were dating Jason." I said recalling that Jason had been a classmate of hers in high school. They had been friends but had never dated. "We're not dating. I go to one college and he goes to another. It would be too complicated. We're just friends with benefits." "Friends with benefits, what kind of benefits?" I asked. "Sex, Mom, just sex. I know you don't approve but Jason and I have sex. We're both twenty and are adults. It's not like a one night stand with a stranger. We've known each other for a long time and care about each but we both know that a romantic relationship isn't going to happen, so we're just friends that fuck." I finished up in the kitchen as I heard Megan drive away in her car. Bill had finished up outside and was sitting in the den watching the news on television. I went into the den and joined him. He was sitting in his overstuffed chair I smiled at him and sat on his lap. "Megan take off?" he asked. "Yeah, she went to see Jason." I replied snuggled up to Bill. He playfully squeezed one of my breasts. I giggled and let him. "You're rather randy this evening." "You really don't know how sexy you are, do you?" he said before he kissed me deeply. His tongue probed my mouth for mine. I broke the kiss and panted, "Let's go upstairs." Bill shook his head negatively, "I can't wait that long." He pulled the hair clip from the back of head allowing my long black hair to cascade down from its bun. I shook my head seductively further loosening my hair from its bonds. Bill pulled my shirt over my head and threw it on the floor. My bra soon joined it after my husband unhooked it. My nipples harden with excitement. Bill massaged one breast while sucking the nipple of the other one. I threw my head back and moaned with pleasure. My pussy began to dampen and I felt an enjoyable warmth deep in my belly. I could feel his hard dick pressing against my bottom as he continued to excite my big tits. Bill pushed me off his lap. I stood unsnapped my jeans and kicked my heels off. I pushed my jeans down. It required a couple of tugs because they were so tight. Bill groaned as I pulled my panties down to my ankles bending at the waist so he could have an unobstructed view of my pussy and ass. "Sit on the edge of the coffee table, baby," he panted. I complied with his request. He grinned at me as I daintily sat on the edge of the coffee table and luridly spread my legs. Bill gazed lustily at my gapping gash. He dropped to his knees in front of me with his pants undone. He took my tangled hair in his hand and pulled my face to his and then he kissed my savagely. I grabbed his pulsating cock and guided it into my pussy with one hand while leaning back on my other arm. My breath did a slight intake as Bill penetrated me. My velvety wetness engulfed his hardness. I leaned back on my arms and raised my knees giving Bill plenty of access to my cunt. "Your pussy feels so good, baby," he groaned. I glanced down between my legs and momentarily watched Bill's thick cock piston in and out me. He pinched my nipples as his dick pummeled my pussy. "Oooh, Bill," I huffed. He paused to kiss me before he continued to batter my cunt. I felt his dick thicken and twitch as he buried himself into me to the hilt. I could feel his balls against my butthole contract. He spewed cum deep within me. I could feel it as it coated the walls of my cunt. He growled like a gratified bear. I watched his face contort with pleasure as he emptied himself into me. "Feel better, big guy?" I asked as he withdrew his softening cock from me. He kissed me before responding, "I love you, Stella." Bill stood up and redid his trousers. He held out his hand and I put mine into it. He helped me to my feet. He slapped my bare ass when I bent down to retrieve my pile of clothes. I rubbed the stinging skin of my buttock, "Damn it Bill that hurt." "I'm sorry Babe. I can't help myself you're just so friggin' sexy," he grinned mischievously. I wiggled my bare ass at him as he followed me upstairs. He grabbed my waist at the top of the stairs and pulled me to him. He gently bit my butt check. I howled in pain and pleasure. I broke his grip and raced to our bedroom. He was right behind me and pitched me on to the bed. I lie in the middle on my back and spread my legs and played with my cummy cunt. I worked my middle finger into my quim mixing my juices with Bill's cum. I moaned as I pushed my palm against my clit. "Hurry Bill," I hissed. Bill's pants hung up on his erection as he pulled them off. "You're so hot. I love to fuck you." "Do it, Lover, fuck me," I pleaded working my cunt over with my hand. The bed squeaked when Bill pounced on it to join me. He crawled between my legs and plunged into my cunt with a single movement. I was sopping and had no trouble accommodating his girth. He held my shoulders as he lay on top of me throttling my cunt. He kissed and sucked on my neck intensifying my pleasure. "Fuck me, stud," I groaned. Bill's dick was angled just right and was poking at my G-spot. I gripped his buttocks pulling more of him into me. I wrapped my legs around his waist as I cummed, howling like dog, "Gawwwww!" My orgasm sent Bill over the top as my cunt contracted around his hard dick. I squeezed my pussy muscles and he added another load of spunk to his previous batch. I loved feeling his jets of jizz splattering against my cunt. He kissed me again and rolled off of me. I cuddled up to him and asked, "What got into you, Tiger? I can't remember the last time we had such passionate romps?" Bill hugged me closer and playfully fingered my nipple. He wasn't quite ready to let my excitement abate. "You've been teasing me all evening in those tight jeans and high heels. I wasn't the only one who noticed you either." "What's that mean?" I asked as I gently began tugging on his still wet dick. "Vic couldn't keep his eyes off of you. Don't tell me you didn't notice." "Bill, Vic's been our friend for how many years? He's lost his wife and poured himself into his business. He hasn't given himself a break I'm sure he didn't mean to give me undo attention. He's just missing Jane." I replied with a smile. Bill was fully erect in my hand. "I don't mind Vic ogling you. It kind of turns me on to know that he wants you." "I don't think he wants me. He's just missing Jane. What about it Bill, do you want me? Do you want to fuck my pussy again?" My explicit questions caught Bill off guard he wasn't use to me being so crude. Maybe, Vic's attention was having an effect on me too. I straddled Bill and guided his hard-on into me. We both groaned as I impaled my silky wetness onto his stiffness. Soon I was slowly gliding up on his dick until just the tip was in me then I slide back down onto him until he was buried inside me. Bill's balls tickled my butthole as I sat on him with his dick fully engulfed in my pussy. He giggled as I puckered my anus against his balls. Bill fully squeezed both my breasts and gently pinched my nipples. "It's too bad... ahh, Babe." I giggled at Bill as he tried to concentrate on what he was saying as I manipulated his cock with my cunt muscles. "Too bad, what Bill?" I teased. "Too bad Vic won't go to the awards banquet." He groaned as I contracted my muscles around him again. I was diddling my clit as I rode Bill. I began to quicken my pace as my orgasm began to build. Bill's hands slid from my breasts to my hips and he began pulling and pushing me up and down on his throbbing dick. I hung my head and whimpered as the wave of orgasm began to crash. I screamed when it did crash. My skin flushed red and my mind flashed white. Bill held me still and upright as he once again busted a nut into my well greased cunt. When he was done he lovingly patted my ass and I slid off of him and nestled up to him again cooing. "I love you Bill." He wrapped his arms around me and said, "I love you so much. You make me so happy. I wish Vic could have a little more happiness. He's my best friend and I hate to see him so sad and lonely." "What's this about an awards banquet and why won't Victor go?" I asked. "The business association that Vic belongs to is having an awards banquet he won an award but he won't go because he doesn't have a date." Bill replied. "That is too bad. I know he hasn't dated since Jane passed away. I know she would want him to get on with his life." "Maybe you should be his date for the banquet." Bill said lifting an eyebrow. Bill rolled towards me and propped himself up on his elbow, "Yeah, you could be his date. He'd go to the banquet with you. I doubt if he would go with anyone else." "You won't be jealous?" I asked. Bill shook his head negatively. "You really think I should?" Bill nodded affirmatively. "Okay," I responded. Friends with Benefits This really sucked. I just spent three hours in that stupid bar, trying to find someone for a nice one-night-stand. And nothing – not one person I would even remotely consider. In three hours! How could that be? This wouldn't do. It was four weeks almost to the day that I broke it off with Mira. And since then my love- and even worse my sex life had been non-existing. This had to end right now or I would die of blue balls within the day. So I drove the car down Park Street almost subconsciously. Dan had said that he would stay at home tonight studying when I asked him to join me on my little bar trip. Well, screw studying! And anyway, it was twelve thirty at night; he should be done with whatever essay he had to write by now. I've known Dan for about six or seven years and we had hooked up a few times. It was friends with benefits in the best way possible. We hung out sometimes, watching some movies, going to the collage football games...or fuck if we were in the mood. And tonight I was definitely in the mood. And I was pretty sure I could convince him to be too... When I pulled up to his apartment building all the lights behind his windows were out. So he was already in bed. Even better – that's where I wanted him anyways. And who could say no after a good wake-up blowjob? Smiling, I got out of the car, through the never closing entrance doors (sometimes a crappy neighbourhood had it's perks) and up the two flights of stairs until I was in front of his door. I quickly searched for the key he kept in that ugly flower arrangement his sister had given him to "make his new place feel more like home". I'd always told him that it was stupid and dangerous to keep a key outside your door but at the moment I was really grateful he'd never listened to me. I turned the key carefully and tried to be as quiet as possible. I wanted to wake him with my mouth around his cock...only way to ensure he wouldn't be pissed at me for waking him up in the middle of the night. Sneaking through his flat I disposed of my shoes somewhere in the living room to be even quieter. When I made my way to his bedroom I saw a small sliver of light falling through the door. Apparently he left it ajar... even better for me. I pushed the door open inch by inch...and froze in place. Ok, person on the bed – definitely not Dan. There in the middle of his bed was a girl – naked, legs pulled up and tied to her chest, arms spread out over her head, wrists tied together. Even from the door I could see her ass cheeks glowing bright red...and her pussy shimmering with moisture. God she looked amazing...and well fucked. Well fucked and spanked apparently. I knew Dan was into the whole ropes and cuffs routine and liked it a bit rough sometimes, even if we'd never shared that part of his preferences. But to see it first hand was different from just knowing. I couldn't see the girl's eyes because they were screwed shut tightly but her whole body screamed arousal, unfulfilled lust. The fact that she was trying to not rub her legs together and the way she bit her lower lip to stifle the little moans she made whenever her ass slid over the bed sheets clearly showed that she was trying to keep it together, but her body told a different story. Her nipples were perked up, her fists griped at the sheets over her head and her whole body just quivered in anticipation. When I heard the footsteps approaching the door I tried to back up a bit but it was too late and I ended up right in front of a naked, hard and slightly annoyed Dan. "And what are you doing here?" His voice was huskier than usual and his eyes felt almost cold when they stared into mine. I tried to answer him but saying that I was here for a quick fuck seemed kind of stupid. So I just broke his stare to cast my eyes down - which wasn't helping at all because now I was staring directly at his cock. His very long and still very hard cock. I felt blood rushing into my cheeks, all that was left till most of it had gone straight to my groin as soon as I had seen the mystery girl. Oh, the girl... I looked at her and this time I caught her eyes. They were huge and green... and looked at me curiously, expectantly. As if she tried to figure out if this was part of the game she was playing with Dan. Oh, Dan...I switched my glance back to him just in time for seeing him giving me an appraising onceover. When his eyes met mine again there was a hint of certainty there that hadn't been there before. "I see." He turned around and walked slowly over to his bed. Standing directly bedsides her he started to run his hands gently up and down her thighs and over her butt cheeks. Every stroke was accompanied by a small hiss or moan. He caught my eyes again. "She is beautiful, isn't she? I prepared her all night... come here Dave, take a closer look. I know you want to..." I swallowed hard and shakily stepped into the room. Hesitantly I made my way to the bed. Standing right next to her I could see the welts on her ass, the redness of her wet pussy and the tightness of the muscles in her legs. He'd prepared her all night...scenes of Dan tying her up, spanking her, fucking her flashed before my eyes. My breath caught in my throat. God, I wanted to...yeah, what exactly did I want? To fuck her like this? To let him fuck me like this? I was lost...but at the same time so incredible hard that I thought I would come just from moving. "You can stay. But if you do, it will be right there, on your knees." Dan's voice startled me out of my thoughts. Did I want to stay? Oh god, yes! But what did that mean – on my knees? Why would he want me to...oh. I dropped to my knees. I still don't know why I did it but I did. I wanted to see him fuck that girl, I wanted to hear her moan and plead while he did. Somehow I wanted to be part of it. And so I just sank down on the carpet, eyes glued to his hands that were still caressing her ass. Dan nodded and slowly turned away from me. "Good." He ran one finger slowly along her pussy, not pushing in, barely touching it. That provoked a slight hiss. Then he started to pinch her outer lips between two fingers – starting at the bottom, working his way up to her clit. When I heard her cry out I shifted my glance to her face; and saw tears running down her cheeks. For a moment I panicked – what if she didn't want this? But then I saw her rolling her hips, pressing into Dan's hands. And even though she started to sob louder with each pinch, she never stopped. A shiver ran down my spine, directly to my cock. God, I wanted to stroke myself so badly. But somehow I knew that I shouldn't. That it wouldn't be...right. A scream brought me back to the scene before me. Dan had reached her clit and was pressing a finger directly onto it, moving it in tiny circles. She pressed even harder into his touch and screamed even louder with every tiny move of his finger. Then their eyes met and she just stopped. Her body stilled and even though it looked as if she almost bit through her lower lip, there were still tears running down her face she was suddenly completely quiet. Apparently pleased, Dan smiled at her and withdrew his fingers. He rolled her on her side and climbed onto the bed to sit directly behind her. Fisting his dick lazily with one hand he used the other to spread her cheeks and expose both her holes. I hadn't noticed before but now I saw that her asshole was red and wet as well. "I've prepared her all night." Dan's words echoed in my head. I couldn't stop the moan from escaping. Fearfully my eyes shot up to look at Dan but he either didn't hear it or just ignored it. Maybe he was too busy...slapping mystery girl's butt...with his cock. Fast little slaps, slowly getting closer to her openings. She started to whimper again, low keening noises from deep within her throat. And then with one quick move Dan spread her cheeks wide and rammed himself deep inside her. Gripping her knees he pressed her closer, starting to fuck her in hard, fast thrusts. When she was almost screaming again he raised his hand and let it crack down on her right butt cheek. Once, twice, three times, then he pinched it hard between his fingers – never faltering in his rhythm. She screwed her eyes shut again, breath going shallow and fast - but the screaming stopped. My eyes went over to Dan's face. He looked at her with a mixture of concentration and lust that was beyond anything I'd ever seen on him. He looked so focused and yet so unbelievably sexy and into it that I heard myself moan again. Somehow I suddenly wished he would turn that look on me. I wanted to be the focus of his attention, the reason why he was so aroused. Wow, were did that come from? I tried to mentally take a step back and pull myself together but one look at the proceedings on the bed ruined that thoroughly. Dan had pulled out of her and pushed her on her back again. His cock rubbed over her pussy while he fisted it, teased her, but not entering. After a few hard pulls he let out a groan that sounded almost like an animalistic growl and came in long spurts, all over her pussy and lower belly. Taking a few deep breaths he cleaned his hand on her thigh and hoisted himself of the bed. He came over to me and gripped my hair tightly, pulling me over until I was kneeling directly in front of the bed. Dan drew her closer – evoking a low whimper from the rough friction of the sheets rubbing suddenly over her cheeks – so that her exposed pussy was only a few inches away from my face. "Lick her clean." Then he turned and headed of towards the bathroom. I stared after him for half a minute before I let my eyes drift back to the girl in front of me. She was red all over and Dan's cum had mixed with the wetness that was leaking out of her. God, I wanted to taste her...and him. So I leaned in and slowly licked over her thigh where Dan had cleaned his hand. When his taste exploded in my mouth I suddenly realized how painfully hard I was as my cock jerked roughly against my jeans. I let my tongue trail down her thigh over the juncture of hip and leg and onto her pussy, lapping up everything I could. Her taste mingled with his and soon I was eating her out, thrusting my tongue as deep into her as I could, chasing every ounce of his flavour in her. I was so lost in my own pleasure of finally being able to do anything that it took a while for her words to pierce through to me. "No...please...stop!" When I heard her crying I stared at her in complete confusion. But I thought she wanted this? Didn't she like being licked? My thoughts were interrupted by Dan than, gripping my hair again and shoving me out of the way till I was sprawled on the floor. "Did I tell you to eat her out? No, I told you to clean her up." His voice sounded disappointed, almost angry. Now I was totally stranged out. Why would he object to me pleasuring her? A tang of jealousy hit me. Maybe because he wanted her all to himself. But why would he ask me to clean her up in the first place then? When I looked up to the bed again Dan was slowly untying the ropes from her legs, stroking them softly when they were free, lowering them carefully down to the bed. He loosened the ropes from her wrists next; lowering her arms down, kissing each mark the ropes had left. He drew her to him, holding her in his arms, stroking her hair and kissing her face, licking away the last tears on her cheeks. "You have been so good all night. I am so pleased with you. I think you would like to come now, don't you?" She nodded into his shoulder and I thought I heard a mumbled "Yes". "And since you have done so well, you will. Dave, lay down on your back. Arms over your head, legs straight." The disappointment in his voice from earlier still ringing in my ear I did as I was told. Stretching out on the carpet I brought my arms up over my head, clutching my left wrist with my right hand. "I am pleased you stopped him when he pleasured you without my consent earlier. For that I will allow you to use his tongue and mouth for as long as you need. You may take your pleasure now." "Thank you." She stood shakily and came over to me. I heard her wince when she kneeled over my face. No wonder, who knows how long her legs had been tied up like that. Then her pussy was rubbing over my nose and my mouth and I forgot everything else but her smell and her taste. I started to lick at her, letting my tongue delve as deep into her as it would reach. She started to moan softly, rocking her hips, riding my face. I had trouble breathing because she was pressing down on me so hard but I didn't care...somehow I wanted to make it up to her...so she would forget whatever it was that had made her ask me to stop earlier. "I am pleased you stopped him when he pleasured you without my consent." Oh. It hit me like a hammer. She wasn't allowed to come unless...wow. How dense could one person be? But now...even more enthusiastic then before I plunged my tongue deep into her, fucking in and out, swirling it around. Her movements grew more uncontrolled so I decided to go for the kill. I sucked her swollen clit into my mouth and started to hum. Mira had always loved it and mystery girl seemed to like it to – if her moans were anything to go by. I carried on for a few minutes enjoying her squirming and whimpering. Suddenly I felt her turn a bit on top of me, shifting her weight away from my face and onto her knees, lifting up so I couldn't reach her anymore without leaning up. "Please Dan...May I cum now?" "Of course. I said you could and so you will." "Thank you!" And then she lifted off of me. Again completely confused I looked up and saw her stumbling over to the bed. She almost fell down on it, spreading her legs in front of Dan. He locked eyes with her and let one finger play lightly over her swollen clit. "Come for me." And with that he shoved his finger deep into her and rubbed his thumb directly over her clit. She screamed once and I could see her convulse around his finger from my position on the floor. Her whole body shook with the force of her orgasm, her breath ragged and unsteady. She fell silent after a while, her eyes shut; face a picture of complete bliss. I almost came just from watching her. After a few moments she opened her eyes and grinned at Dan. "Wow that was great. As usual. But I really have to get going, Lab in the morning." "Dave, you can use the bathroom to clean up while I see Lisa out." And with that Dan helped her stand up and grabbed her clothes from the desk so she could get dressed. When she was finished and Dan had donned a satin bathrobe they walked out in the direction of the front door without saying anything else to me. I pulled myself up on shaky legs and dragged myself to the adjacent bathroom. After shutting the door and turning the key I sank down on the toilet. My thoughts were a jumbled mess. Pictures of Dan fucking her, of her pussy pressing against my lips crowded my mind. And her taste was still on my tongue. And I was still so unbelievable hard. Frantically I ripped the buttons on my jeans open, wincing as my cock could finally expand fully. I gripped it hard and started to jerk it as fast and hard as I could. When I came about five strokes later I heard Dan's voice clear in my head: "Come for me." After cleaning up myself and the floor I returned to the bedroom, not sure what would happen now. This was going to be awkward. Dan was just chucking his robe onto a chair when I came in. He got into his bed, grabbed one of the cushions and threw it on the floor. Then his eyes found mine. "You can stay the night – on the floor next to my bed. If you do I will punish you for your misbehaviour in the morning and we will take it from there. If you don't – I'll see you in class tomorrow." And with that he switched off the lights and turned away. I was left standing in the dark room not sure what to do. Did I want this? Whatever this was? I could just go home, sleep over it and file it under strange collage experiences. Or... And like I still don't know why I dropped to my knees when he told me to I still don't really know why I went over to his bed and laid myself down beside it. Friends with Benefits? She lay there sleeping. Her long blonde hair was spread out upon the pillow soft and shining. The blanket was pulled just to the top of her sweet round breasts. Her legs peaked out from underneath. He knew that she was naked beneath the covers because he had seen her clothes folded on the chair in the corner. He stood above her watching her not wanting to disturb her sleep. He wanted her. She was his best friend since they were little kids and she had gotten stranded in his hometown. The motels had been booked full because of the poor weather, so like the good friend he was he offered to let her stay with him the night. He had offered to let her have the one and only bedroom and he would sleep on the couch. He just could not help himself, she was so damn sexy, and he had to look. Very slowly he lifted the blanket and looked beneath, her smooth skin glowed in the moonlight. The legs long and slim, they could wrap around his waist o so tight he thought. His eyes traveled up to her thighs and up to her pussy. She was a natural blonde he discovered and her pubic hair was neatly trimmed to hide what was beneath. He imagined the delights that could be found beneath that blonde hair! He was hard. He undressed very quietly and started to stroke his cock slowly careful not to make any noise. His eyes traveled slowly upward to her flat stomach, how he would like to touch it, run his tongue over it. Up to her round breasts, both displayed so perfectly for his eyes. The rosy nipples were erect, looking like they were ready for his lips. His hands itched to touch them, but he dared not. His eyes slid further up to her face where eye blue eyes were open and watching him stroke his long hard cock. "Do you like what you see?" she asked him. O my god she was awake! And she saw him rubbing his swollen cock. "Yes, I like what I see." he replied his voice husky with desire. "As you can plainly see." "Would you like to join me under the covers?" she asked. He quickly climbed into bed with her. Her soft body was warm against his hard one. His hand touched her thigh and moved around to move up to her tight ass. He squeezed gently and she moaned with pleasure. Her hips moved towards his hard cock, but didn't quite touch it. Her lips curved upwards in a knowing smile. His hand went up her back and into her blonde hair; it's softness making his breath come quicker. He just could not take it anymore. He bent his head and kissed her roughly. His tongue was exploring her mouth deeply. He could feel her tits against his chest, she was breathing just as hard as he was. The nipples were hard and erect against his. She reached for his other hand and pressed it to her wet pussy, full with wanting and showed him exactly how she liked to be caressed. His fingers explored her wetness, moving back and forth over her clit making her moan with passion. She grabbed his hand and held it still. She looked into his eyes and said, "Finger fuck me." Hell she didn't have to ask him twice! His fingers slid easily inside of her. Her pussy was dripping wet with desire. She came almost immediately. He rolled unto his back and placed her on top of him, but instead of her riding him like he intended she straddled his hips and nestled his cock between the cheeks of her ass. She moved slowly, teasing him, feeling his hardness, feeling his need for her and enjoying every second. No body had ever done that to him before and he liked it. As she teased his cock with her ass, her hands reached for his nipples. They were hard. She pinched them softly between her fingers, making him jerk with surprise. She then licked one finger, then the other and ran her wet fingers over his erect nipples. If she didn't stop soon he was going to cum all over himself! He grabbed her hands and pinned them behind her back as he rolled over her. He needed to cool down for a minute; nobody had ever gotten his this hot and horny. But she was relentless, she would not let him be, she shifted herself so they lay side by side and slid down and placed his hard cock in her warm mouth. She slowly ran her tongue over its length, and then sucked gently. His hips jerked in response to her touch. Her lips were red from his kiss and they were now wrapped around his throbbing cock. He had dreamt of this when he was a boy, but the dream didn't even come close to the reality. "Enough!" he said. "C'mere, I am going to fuck your brains out and make you scream my name." The rough talk was very unlike him, but the state of arousal she had brought him to had brought out the cruder side of him. She liked it. "Hmmm, that sounds like fun to me, do you promise to make me scream?" she asked teasingly. He went crazy and kissed her hard. He tasted himself on her mouth and that made him even hornier. He pushed her down upon the bed and pushed himself between her thighs. She opened her legs to him and looked into his eyes as he drove into her hard and fast. Nothing could stop him now. Her hands scratched down his back, leaving red marks, but he didn't feel a thing except the need to fuck. Their hot and sweaty bodies moved until they both shuddered and came. He collapsed on her with her name on his lips. They lay side by side, both spent; he put his arms around her and fell asleep. When he awoke alone the next day, he was alone in his bed. Damn it was another dream about her, he had not had one since he was 15. He ran a hot shower and washed, but as the soap hit his back, it stung. He pulled the curtain and saw the scratch marks on his back. He was stunned! It was not a dream. They had fucked like animals, it was hot and he wanted to do it again, would she? The phone rang bringing him out of his horny thoughts about his best friend. It was her "I didn't scream last night, you did. We'll have to try it again I think." She said. "Hello? Hello? Are you there?" "Yes" he said, totally shocked, she wanted to screw him again! "I am here, when do you want to try again?" "How about right now? Look behind you." A voice from behind him said. First he had thought she had not been there at all, then that she had left before he had woke up, she sure did enjoy teasing him. Today was his lucky day, and perhaps a good day to call in sick! "I am not done in the shower, would you care to wash my back?" he asked and winked. She walked slowly towards him, her hips swaying, her breasts moving sensuously, a total feast for his eyes. She reached the shower and climbed in with him. The water was hot and steamy against their skin. She took the bar of soap and lathered her body all over. Then she asked him "Would you wash my back?" He took the soap from her and she turned her back to him. He lathered the soap down her back, his fingers moving slowly up and down. He then put his arm around her waist and pressed his hard cock into her back. He lowered his head to her neck and sucked gently on it. She groaned aloud and said, "That feels nice." His hand moved up from her waist to her breast, and gently pinched the nipple between his finger and thumb. He turned her to face him and lowered his head to her breasts, making love to each one. She grabbed his head and pressed his face into her chest. He went even lower, till his face was even with her pussy. He looked up at her and she said, "Please, yes." He then quickly darted his tongue into her slit and up to her clit and back down again. She moaned her pleasure to him and started to make small panting sounds as she came in his face. His cock was rock hard now, but not like last night, today he could control his lust and she would scream before he was finished with her. He reached over and turned off the water and grabbed a big fluffy towel and rubbed the water from their bodies. Then he kissed her deeply and said, "Shall we go back to bed?" She said nothing, just turned and walked toward the bedroom, giving him a nice view of her ass. He followed her to the bed and climbed in beside her. He did make her scream, more than once. Friends With Benefits I guess Evan and I would be called "friends with benefits." We had known each other for years, since 9th grade of high school. We met through a mutual friend, dated for less than a week, but kept in touch when we broke up. Our paths did not cross too often though. For the next 5 years, we periodically ran into each other, and every time we did, sparks would fly and we would end up in the back seat of my car, wishing we had somewhere more comfortable to go. The last time I saw him was a couple of months ago. We ran into each other at a party that was thrown by someone we both knew from school. We hung out for most of the night, stole a few kisses in a corner, and he coyly asked him for a ride home. On the way home, we kidded around about possibly hitting up some local clubs. But we both knew that we were going to create our own party. I had recently moved out of my parents' house into an apartment near my college with a friend, and for the first time we had a place to go. His hand casually rested on my thigh the whole way home. Once at my apartment, we danced around the subject. We smoked a few cigarettes together on the couch and put on soft music. Streaks of morning blue were appearing on the dark sky, but the night was far from over. Finally, Evan put out his cigarette, and began kissing me, forcing me back onto the couch, his large, strong hands playing all over my body, up my tank top, over my jeans-covered crotch. I caught my breath as my head fell back onto the cushions. I wanted him so badly. Somehow I found the willpower to stop him, grab his hand and drag him into my bedroom. The second I shut the door he grabbed me by the waist and ground my body against his. Evan is a tall, muscular, well-built black guy with messy dreadlocks and a permanent sexy glance in his eyes. I am pretty tall too, with long dark hair and an "hourglass figure:" big breasts and lots of curves. I could feel that he was getting hard, his cock was pressing against my stomach. We were both hurriedly shedding our clothes. He threw me down on my bed, diving in next to me and weighing me down. He was strong and knew how to take charge and what buttons to push. That night especially, I saw just how much Evan had changed from the awkward 15-year-old of 5 years ago. He slid up next to me, his mouth covering mine and sending shivers down my spine with his deep, rough kisses. One of his hands was around my shoulders, lifting my head up to his, and the other had free unlimited access to my naked body. He roamed across my breasts, teasing and pulling on the nipples, and inching towards my pussy. When he got there, I arched my back and probed his mouth aggressively with my tongue, urging him to go on. The guy knew what he was doing. He was not about to let me have it that easy. He teased, dipping a finger in my cunt for a second, then taking it out and lightly running his hand over my belly and my hard nipples. My hand found his cock. It was hard and warm, about 8 inches long and really thick. I tried to straddle him by locking my leg around his waist, but he pushed it away. His mouth left mine and began to trail down my body, his hands rough-handling my tits and making me arch my back. I moaned in anticipation of what was about to happen. When he got down to my lower belly, Evan grabbed my legs and drew them apart so that my knees were bent in the air and my hungry pussy was exposed. He tugged at my pubic hair with his teeth, and I could feel his hot breath on my aroused clit. I wanted his tongue there, I wanted him to fuck me hard, anything, I just wanted him so badly! Finally, his mouth was on my clit. I felt the stubble on his chin rubbing my pussy, and that turned me on even more. My hands were in his dreadlocks, pressing his face into my cunt. His tongue lashed at my pussy, his tongue ring hitting just the right spot. Suddenly, he inserted two fingers into my cunt, making me gasp as I drifted further and further into heaven. He was finger-fucking me as he licked and bit and sucked my clit. I was cumming before I knew it. My back arched, I moaned incoherently and tightened my grip on his dreadlocks. While I lay there trying to catch my breath from that incredible orgasm, he slinked back and lied down next to me. I kissed him hard, tasting my own juices on his lips, and he responded by letting me feel his erection against my thigh. I pushed him onto his back and began to kiss my way down his body as he had just done to me. His cock was beautiful, standing up straight and dark with glistening drops of precum. I took it in my hand, and let him feel my breath on the head. Slowly, I began to flick my tongue across the mushroom head, touching the sensitive spot underneath. Meanwhile, one of my hands slowly worked up and down the shaft while the other one played with his balls. Finally, I engulfed as much as I could into my mouth. I ran my tongue over its length, and started sawing up and down, deep-throating him then bringing my lips up to the head. Evan responded by grabbing my hair and pushing my face down. Despite the orgasm I had just had, I knew I was still hungry for more, and as much as I wanted to taste his cum, I wanted it inside of me even more. Taking his hand off my hair, I also took my mouth off his cock. He looked at me with protest, but then saw what I was doing. I quickly straddled him, sitting down sharply on his hard-on so it filled me completely all at once. I gasped as I felt him hit my cervix. Since I don't like being on top, I fell to the side, dragging him on top of me. "I want you to fuck me hard," I whispered. He did not need the encouragement. He drew back, almost taking his cock out of me, then slammed back in hard, making my whole body shake. He continued with this, banging at my pussy with all his weight. I gasped with every thrust, each time he filled me up completely, and I grabbed his ass, pushing him into me. He leaned down, kissing me roughly, his tongue invading my mouth as his cock invaded my hungry cunt. I felt him moan into my mouth, and he buried himself inside me, grinding against me, which caused me to moan also as I felt another orgasm flood my body from my head to my toes. Meanwhile, Evan pumped his hot cum into my spasming pussy. We had cum together, and it was electric and sweet and hard. We lay there for some time, each of us catching our breath. The he slowly rolled off of me, and we lay in bed, hugging and smoking cigarettes. Although Evan and I do not see each other too often, each time is pure magic. Friends With Benefits? October 2006 I took the kids to a play-date at a friend's house yesterday. Arrived Saturday morning about 11 am and had a great time seeing their new home which sits on a spacious lot of about 2 acres. They definitely moved to the boonies. Winding roads and farm country empty to the drive of a little cottage style, 3 bedroom ranch, with an open floor plan over a full basement. The pale blue siding and quaint little frog pond in the center of the sprawling front lawn was hidden by all the luscious fruit trees that surrounded the grounds. My friend Lainy and I walked about the yard chatting and catching up as the kids ran like crazy animals through the fields. We wandered about checking out all the possible places to plant a garden. It was a gorgeous fall afternoon in October. There was a cool breeze, yet unusually warm for just before Halloween. We found a patch of yard to the right that was enclosed by white picket fencing that would serve this purpose fondly. There were several plots of overgrowth there. Squatting closer to the brush I noticed that they were rows and rows of post season strawberries. It should be exciting to pluck that next summer. I helped them move the girl's dollhouse over from thes and we found a huge rock that is perfect for, well, sunbathing on, I thought. When I say huge I mean it. We both lounged back comfortably on this tabletop rock hidden by more fruit trees and really tall wheat grass. This landscaping, though over grown and wild, was amazing! You can even smell the wild mint growing from behind the rock. "Rena calls this her thinking rock." Said Lainy as she lit a smoke and we stretched in the dappling sunlight. Rena is her daughter of 8 years old. Adorable little girl, intelligent and wise beyond her years, with beautiful blonde locks I would kill for. Finishing our cigarettes we wandered down the drive and found matted down grasses where the deer lay. Past the greenhouse and farther down the drive there is a hardly noticeable trail where the deer trample through and so we followed it to see where it led. The history of the newer house is that the land used to belong to some old couple for decades. They moved to retire in Arizona and sold the house for next to nothing and all the land that goes with it. Lainy and Rick got real lucky! We came up the path on the other side of the property almost to the rear of the house where the trail finally opened up. Along the fence lines were these huge raspberry bushes and lilacs trees. When we stopped to admire them she tugged one the berries off the bush and fed it to me. Wow, the flavor of a precisely ripe raspberry is a sensually exquisite pop to the senses. We found several odd plants that resemble cabbage and radishes in these smaller fenced in areas like pods around the back lawn. Still not sure what they are, I guess we will have to wait until spring to figure that one out. So we plucked up some mint and took it inside, where we made some tea and unpacked some boxes labeled kitchen. Rick walked in shortly after and stood between us. Giving Lainy a kiss, I felt his hand firmly cup my ass. He must have been mistaking mine for hers? I wonder. This hasn't been the first time he has touch me in this way. I just never say anything to Lainy because I don't want to lose her as a friend. Nor do I want to ruin her marriage. It's as much my fault as his I suppose. I must admit I am quite the flirt with him and Lainy laughs when we tease each other. Rick left to take the truck back to his parent's house and we gathered all the kids and fed them. All of them, 3 of mine and 4 of hers! The brats and the burgers were great as usual, nothing like a little Heinz 57 and Worchestshire sauce in a burger on the grill. Next cam the Margaritas! A lime and Quervo and a sugar rimmed glass…always a staple when I visit. We emptied more boxes between drinks. Settling the kids down to watch a movie it was already 11 pm! Lainy, Rick and me all stepped outside for a smoke and watched the harvest moon rise. It is so dark out here in the sticks; I'm just not used to it from living in the city. The sky was with filled with so many stars that I felt like a dot in the universe to look at them. The moon on the other hand was gigantic! A harvest moon if you haven't seen one looks like you could reach out and touch it. They are brilliant orange and you can even see the craters. I know I'm strange but I find staring at a nighttime sky a very energetic and sensually heightening experience. In short; it makes me hot. I went in to check on the kids and turned off the TV when I found 7 snoring heads. I set up my blankets on the sofa and went to the master bedroom where I left my bags to slip into my p.j.'s. The master bathroom there is generous in size, and to my surprise sound proof. Rick was playing music rather loudly when I walked in. The garden tub and walk in closet make up part of the suite. A stand up shower and double sinks with vanity complete the scene. I looked around thinking I was so happy for them. Entering the master again, Rick was sitting at his computer in the bedroom and invited me to sit on the bed so he could show me something. I packed away my toothbrush and sat on the bed behind him at the computer. He went on about how they know some guy who gave them about 5000 cd's all downloaded to his system and played me a couple songs. We have always gotten on well and have never had a problem finding something to talk about. Rick is an attractive man in his late twenties and just pulses sexual energy. I would go as far to say that he is an incredible cutie. I call him her stallion. He is not even 30 yet and married to my Lainy who is 18 years his senior. Her only complaint is that she cannot keep up with his sexual appetite. She teases me about picking up the slack, which I have always willingly teased back, nudging him, anytime. I guess that it's mutual because I catch his glances every now again, that are slightly more than friendly. More like he's picturing me naked in a precarious position, which I have to admit I have done on several occasions myself. Lainy followed me into the bedroom with fresh margaritas and sat next to me on the bed, while I was telling Rick that I would very much like him to create an eclectic workout CD for me. Lainy undressed before us into a big T and lounged back on the bed; I guess I should fill you in little here. Lainy and I have had a previous lesbian experience that I am not going to share now. That's a whole other story in itself. But you need to know this because what happens next is something that sort of just happens sometimes when we get together and we have been drinking. She rubbed my shoulders and back relaxing my never ending tension in my shoulders. She kissed my neck and cupped my breast and I leaned back onto the bed to indulge myself a little more with her, enjoying the unique sensation a woman's mouth has on mine. She is so soft and gentle, no harsh whiskers rubbing against my skin. She tasted sweet from the margarita and her kisses are filled with a different sort of emotion or should I say intensity than a man. We got caught up in the moment touching and caressing each others breasts. Her breasts are much smaller than mine and feel pert with very hard nipples. I couldn't help myself but to roll those little buds between my fingers and feel her respond by thrusting her tongue between my lips. When she pulled away and kissed my neck very whispy like, my pajama top was lifted over my head. I removed hers and we lay licking at each others breasts and giggling like school girls. Out of the corner of my eye I caught sight of Rick who had turned toward us with a look of utter amusement. He was like a kid staring through a candy store window, you know the one, real wide eyed and interested in seeing more. She tugged him over to us and he lay haphazard diagonally on the bed between us. She kissed him and rubbed his crotch. I sat back and watched. I have never really thought of myself as much of a voyeur, I would much rather be a participant. So this was relatively new for me. You know what? I think I liked it. My loins tingled and I could feel my own nipples harden while watching them. Slightly uncomfortable I scooted away, to leave them to there privacy. "Where do you think your going?" said Lainy, not letting go of my arm. "I'm gonna leave you two to do your …thing…" I replied unable to get up when Rick threw his legs across mine. "Ohh, don't leave, stay. You want her to stay right honey?" Lainy said giving Rick a chiding glance. "Um, Yeah" Rick replied quizzically to his wife; then looking at me sitting there topless on his bed after a make out session with his woman. "Hell Yea!" He said firmly after getting the go ahead look from his wife. I blushed and sat on the bed against the headboard making myself comfortable to watch them in action; up front and personal porn show. Cool. "Uh-uh" said Lainy "you lay here. I'll be right back." And she disappeared out the bedroom door pulling her T shirt back on. I lay on the bed next to Rick and said "now what?" Here I was, lying on a bed with my best friend's adorable husband, half naked, and alone! He shrugged, gave me an ‘I will eat you alive look' rolled over on his side and leaned in to kiss me. I was stuck, partially pinned under his weight and a stray leg across mine. The kiss was quick as he testing the waters. Again he kissed me, a little longer this time and I closed my eyes and kissed back. Delicious! It wasn't a mind numbing like a kiss when you are in love, but enticing, because it's naughty. When he kissed me again his hand cupped my breast and this made me catch my breath in surprise. He grinned and did it again, this time pulling me to lie on top of him. I got caught up in the moment and made a subtle sighing noise under my breathe that made him kiss my mouth more fully and insert easily his tongue to touch mine. His hands moved to my hair as his lips danced across mine seductively, making me groan a little at how well he kissed. When we finally came up for air he said "wow, you're a great kisser. So much energy and the noises….do you always make noises like that?" I blushed because I wasn't sure I knew what he was talking about. "Yeah I guess so." "That is so hot!" He said excitedly. He rolled on top of me and in walked Lainy. She sat in the office chair next to the bed and didn't say a word. Rick looked over to her excitedly and said, "She Squeaks!" Lainy rolled her eyes at this and let out a sigh. We all laughed and I said what else do you like? Expecting him to say something about my big boobs or… my big boobs… but then he said "I have always wanted to be dominated." "Every mans dream right?" Said Lainy exasperated, "I'm not really the type; I just don't have the energy." I looked at her and said "well…let's make it happen then. I have the energy and you can help me. Get some scarves or something to tie this man up and we will have our way with him." She laughed and didn't move not taking me seriously. I looked at her asking her what she was waiting for and he just laid there not believing what was happening. Lainy went over to a dresser and picked out 3 satin scarves. We tied each of his arms over his head to the bedposts and placed the other one over his eyes. He grinned widely in anticipation. Downing my drink I put Lainy's hand on her husbands chest as I caressed his thighs and calves. She rubbed his shoulders and chest. We licked and nibbled all over his body, completely ignoring the hardness that grew between his legs. We began very slowly and seductively at first touching, licking and kissing him everywhere softly. Lainy and I reached over him to kiss each other and massage each others breasts. The mood shifted and we got into it more roughly. I sucked at his cock as she touched her fingertips to my clit. Then changing positions she sucked his cock and I played with her plump little breasts. I cupped his balls as she stroked his growing cock with her mouth; I bit at the insides of his thighs. Lainy withdrew and ran her long nails hard down his sides and he groaned in pleasure. Stroking his cock with my hands, I ran my teeth over his sides where her nails had left red and white scratch marks. Rick began to writhe under our touch. Lainy pinched him in the balls and then again on the inside of his thighs and he muttered something hardly audible in pain, but the look on his face showed sheer pleasure. We made him flip over. His hands now tightly tied to the bedposts crossed in front of him I could see the scarves pulled taught leaving white marks on his wrists when he tried to loosen the bindings. Lainy pulled them even tighter. Scraping her nails down his back I followed them with my kisses and licking as he laughed out loud saying how it tickled. Cupping my hand I whacked him a few times on his bottom and rubbed it in afterward. This is when Lainy pulled out a leather belt and thwacked him hard leaving a blotchy mark on his rump. Rick's voice winced in pain but she leaned over and blow on it. He was still smiling. I noticed his cock seep a droplet creamy fluid form the tip, so I leaned over and rubbed it into the taught blue skin at the tip of his cock. Lainy passed me the leather strap and I hit him softly with it. After all, I have nothing against this man, he's not my husband. "Harder" she said and then held my hand smacking him hard again. His ass rose upward to relieve the sting and I blew on it. Reaching into my margarita glass I grabbed and ice cube and rubbed the spot where I…we just struck him. The ice melted immediately from the heat and he let out a groan that surprised us all. A few more smacks and he had had enough; he turned over by himself. Straddling his strong thick thigh and Lainy on the other we touched each other and kissed at each others necks making out loudly so that I know he heard it but couldn't see a thing; just hear us pleasing each other while rubbing our damp pussies against his thighs. Opening my eyes, I grabbed his shaft with two hands and firmly stroked it upwards repeatedly, watching him grin in shock and pleasure. Lainy climbed behind me and suggested that I sit on her husbands cock. Slipped my thighs onto either side of him, I eased my self down onto the girth of him. Feeling him fill me up, it was very stiff and tight as my muscles flexed gripping him from the inside. I felt Lainy's pussy damp against my ass as her breasts were pressed hard up against my back. I heard his scream a little in pain as she pinch him again, but I noticed it only made him push harder into me and grow even longer I rode him sitting upright with Lainy's fingers on my clit and her lips at my throat. Rick bucking between my thighs and all of our heart rates elevating. Lainy slinked around the front and sat right on her husbands face. He, hungrily in a gasp began to lick her. I could here the sucking noises and her moans as she kissed me full on the lips. There I was riding him from on top her fingers dancing on my clit as she rode his face and all of us delightfully pleased. Lainy let out a gasp and I knew she was going to cum; so I licked at her nipples and suckled hard as they perked and hardened under my tongue. Suckling her, I moved against his hips harder and deeper into me. Faster the rhythm elevated and I felt the pressure begin to rise inside of me as well. Lainy hopped off and took off his blindfold. He blinked a couple times to adjust to the light while we untied his hands from the posts. Rubbing his wrists from the strain they quickly went to my breasts just inches from his lips hanging larger than life over his nose. He grabbed them mashing them together and suckled them. Taking the whole nipple and areola into his mouth, it hurt a little but felt good. Lainy sat back in the chair and watched us bucking against each other. "Now I want to watch you give her what she really wants Rick." Said Lainy He sat upright and rolled me onto my back with my legs still clenched around his waist. He drove into me hard and fast, causing me to catch my breath. I grabbed the iron bedposts and maneuvered my hips to work the quickened rhythm. Laying his lips on mine for just a moment I felt his tongue rush in; then down my neck. Harder and faster he pounded into me filling me completely I tightened my muscles and enjoyed the ride. Feeling the pressure built up again and I muffled a squeal into his arm as he thrust very deep and we both came together. Glancing through clouded eyes at Lainy, she sat with a smile on her face with ad rink in her hand enjoying the show. Rick had a look of lustful concentration. He pulled out soon after, both of us breathing hard as we lay there spent next to each other naked on their marriage bed. We chatted more about what just happened and laughed quite a bit. He still had nail marks on his back and fading leather strap mark on his ass. Rick was very pleased that his little fantasy came true. Shortly afterward we all stepped out for a smoke and like nothing had happened were back to our playful friendly banter that we always have when we are all together. I fell asleep on the couch that night while they watched a video in the front room. The kids scattered all over the floor below me slept. When I awoke in the a.m. we had a huge breakfast and piled into our vehicles and spent the day as parents would at the pumpkin patch with our kids. Friends with Benefits? It had been 5 years since I had last seen him and I almost regretted migrating. We met at University and I wish I could say it was love at first sight, but close enough it fell along those lines. We were both boarding- he a third year and I a first year student. Our dorms were close and we had more in common than I thought. He and my roommates seemed to have known each other from before hence an even smoother introduction. We were introduced the first week before school started outside the dorm. He was bringing in his suitcases and I was leaving for a meeting. We talked a bit about the subjects I was going to be doing and he gave me advice on certain ones he had taken before and things just didn't work out. I took the advice to heart as I had felt the same way but there was nothing I could change at that point in time. After the first two weeks I found we spent almost all our time together- playing chess, giving massages, reading erotic stories online, watching anime, porn and reading manga. We had so much in common yet we both failed to realize and I think it was because of so many similarities that we were drawn to each other. "Hey, are you at the Airport now?" I asked over my cell phone. Due to circumstances I had to move and attend another University in another country while he stayed and finished up his course. "Yeah," he began "Can you believe its five years already?" I sighed, almost relieved to hear his voice and my heart started to beat with anticipation as I was about to see him. He had moved on over the years and so had I but co-incidentally we were both single at that point in time. Hopefully the feelings hadn't changed "I'll be outside," he said trying to end the conversation "No, stay inside," I breathed "It's snowing outside and I don't want you dead on me." Pressing down on the accelerator I changed gears in my trip-matic vehicle on the highway knowing deep down he might not listen to me and get frozen to death. I had just put on new snow tires so it shouldn't have been that big of a problem. I just hoped no police officers were nearby. Rolling up on Airport road I turned onto the side of the curb outside the airport. Turning around I checked to see if there were any cops since it was illegal to park there. Getting out of the car I rushed through the snow inside- getting mush on my boots in the process. "Marie!" he shouted from across the Airport as he waved his hands back and forth Broadening the smile on my face I ran towards him, and wrapping my arms around his neck my feet lifted off the ground as he hugged me and spun me around. After he was sure I was dizzy he put me down and I looked up at him through his glasses "You haven't changed at all Sheldon," I said as I looked up into his dark brown eyes. "Neither have you," he smiled back at me, as he wiped the tears that unconsciously rolled down my cheeks. "Has it been 5 years already?" my voice cracked as I led him toward the car parked out front. He helped me put his suitcase in the trunk "Yes it has..." he was about to reply "What the fuck is this?" I cut him off as I glanced at the ticket on the wiper of my car. Frustrated I kicked up the snow in my path and let out a horrible scream After I calmed down, I looked over at Sheldon who just happened to be laughing at me "Get in the car!" I chuckled at how silly I had just acted. After about 20 minutes we arrived at my house. I lived in a two story house in a friendly little neighborhood. My house had 3 rooms in case my family came to visit; 2 bathrooms, a finished basement, a family room, a living room, a kitchen, dining room and a work station. "Wow, you've been doing well," he smiled as he looked around my house "Not as well as I hoped," I scoffed "that's why I'm going to school in the evenings" "For what?" he asked puzzled "To be a physician," I started to babble "you're a researcher so you make enough, unlike me." "I see," he brushed his hair forward with his hand "I thought you wanted to be my night nurse." He joked and I couldn't help but smile. It was true I was a nurse but I wanted more behind my name. Going upstairs I showed him his room and bid him good night because I had just come from work, was tired and needed to sleep. Next Day He woke up to shower and unpack as he had been too tired the night before to do anything. I woke up to do my cleaning as usual; it was too expensive to hire a maid so I began with my bathroom and figured I'd pick up the pace along the way. My bathroom was in my room as I slept in the Master bedroom and Sheldon's own was adjacent from his room. Removing my clothes I took out the cleaning agents and began to scour the bath with only my underwear on as I didn't like to get my clothes wet. I turned on the shower to wash off the soap when I heard a faint knock on my room door. It was Sheldon; he had unpacked and was ready to take a shower when he realized he didn't pack any towels for his bath "Do you have any towels Marie?" he asked as he came in my room; I hadn't even noticed he didn't have on any clothes. Apparently he hadn't realized he had no towels until he took his clothes off and put them in the dirty hamper. Weirdly enough he couldn't put on clean clothes as he was still dirty. "Yes I do," I responded not paying him much attention as there was a spot on the counter I was trying desperately to get out. "Can you get me some?" he asked "Why?" I asked still not looking in his direction "If you'd look you'd see," he smiled as I finally looked his way "Oh my God!" I squealed as his dick bobbed up and down before my very eyes "I'll go get them," I responded throwing down my cleaning agents to the side "They're downstairs, I'll be right back," I breathed as I stormed down the stairs. He watched me puzzled as I ran away from him in my laced undies. After about 12 minutes I found a suitable and clean towel and at that same instance heard my stomach growl. "Damn I forgot to eat," I said staring at the food I had prepared on the stove. Sheldon had eaten and washed his plate as I saw it in the sink to dry. Sighing I bent to look in the cupboards for some biscuits to snack on. When my back began to hurt I got on my knees and found an Ovaltine- opening the packet, I proceeded to much on the biscuit. "Ahem," he cleared his throat above me; looking up I saw him soaking wet with a standing erection. Swallowing hard I dropped the towel, because apparently I took so long with the towel he had a shower "Sorry, I got hungry," I smiled at his risen cock. Staring at it I had flashbacks at the mind blowing sex and positions we use to try all those years ago. And apparently those flashbacks impacted me now as I unconsciously grabbed his cock in my hands and put my lips to it. He looked at me as if to say 'What are you doing?' but my freaky personality had apparently chipped in as I stared up at him with lustful eyes. He didn't react, as if giving me the go ahead; so engulfing his dick with my lips I began to suck on him, licking the drops off water from his body. Deep down I knew I only did this to make up for the bad blow jobs I gave him that time but on the other hand I wanted desperately to please him- to go back to those days where we lived for pleasure. Using his wet hands he tangled his fingers in my hair and looked down at me angelically as my head bobbed up and down on him- licking the long shaft, fondling his shaved sac, and stimulating the head with my tongue as I made tiny wet circles around it. He moaned. Smiling I shoved the whole thing in my mouth and nearly gagged; coming up l made sure I grazed him lightly with my teeth. Closing my lips over his head once more I sucked on him as hard as I could practically trying to drive the life force from him as I stroke his length and massaged his balls. "Marie," he moaned my named so seductively as he pushed my head away from him. Pulling me up he wrapped my hands around his neck; grabbing my buttocks he lifted me and instructed that I wrap my legs around his waist. Still facing him I did as he asked and letting go of me for a split second he undid the string at the side of my panties and watched them fall to the floor. Running his hand up my spine he unhooked my bra with so much ease you'd think it was an easy task. Stroking his dick a few more times, he got the blood pumping as he rubbed the tip of the head against my wet centre. I held my breath anticipating the entrance and the force with which it came. Seeing the expression on my face he locked my lips with his and our tongue mingled and mixed, swapping saliva as I so nastily used to call it. I recalled he was the only guy I ever enjoyed kissing "Ahhhh," I gasped as he entered through my tightness. Catching back my lips with his teeth he silenced me as he sucked on my tongue. He bent his knees then straightened, bent then straightened, ultimately coming in and out of me with those movements; my butt and thighs slapping against his front thighs as he did this. My uneasiness now gone he began to thrust faster, speeding up his movements as he pummeled into my cunt furiously "Sh-el-do-n!" I screamed as my breasts went furiously up and down with my body and my hair flashing down into my face after coming loose. He began panting and I began sweating. Feeling both sweat and bodily fluids between both our legs and on our thighs I couldn't help but think we'd have to shower again "I'm coming," I yelled as he hammered my G- spot "No, not yet," he panted as he released me. I shakily stood on my two feet now stroking his cock between my fingers "Get on your hands and knees," he commanded and as always I followed his instruction. Holding my legs he lifted them placed his body between so that he held onto my hips "New wheelbarrow position," I beamed "How'd you know?" he asked "I google them," I smiled as I aim to please. Without hesitation he found my already dripping wet centre and thrust in "Don't slide now," he smiled as his movements became faster and harder "Uhhhhh," he grunted as he felt his climax nearing "Marie," Delighted at him bellowing my name I looked down and my breasts which if were beg enough would slap me in the face and the hard fucking I was getting. I tried to steady my breathing but I was so excited I couldn't help "Harder, harder!" I yelled at Sheldon whose hands were slipping from the sweat "Just a little more," he urged and he continued to hammered my fat, shaved cunt. For the last 3 minutes he drilled away at my pussy, loosening the walls around his cock. Before I knew it he couldn't hold on to me or his sperm anymore as he let me go and his millions shot all over my lower back. On my hands and knees now I felt him kneel behind me and fondle where some of his semen had been dripping "Ahhh," I shivered as he touches my sensitive little bud. Grabbing my breasts in his hands he squeezed hard and said "Let's go clean up," "You don't want to go again?" I asked disappointed "Of course, in the shower," he smiled as he fingered me into my own climax before another endless torturing pleasure. Friends with Benefits Friends with Benefits Dannie hadn't taken his eyes off of Leila, that cold, penetrating gaze making Leila uncomfortable every second. "What do you mean 'what's wrong?' I'm perfectly fine, Leila." Leila began to move around her body, but she couldn't get comfortable no matter how much she moved. "So, Leila, tell me. How was your date with that asshole Kevin?" Leila opened up her mouth to say something, but nothing would come out. Dannie chuckled to himself. "That's what I thought." Dannie began to tap his fingers on the counter, creating an obnoxious tune that pounded in Leila's head. Leila sat still on the sofa, still unsure as to what she should do. It finally crossed her mind to just go to her room, to totally detach herself from the awkward situation that she was put in. Leila got up and began to walk towards her room, avoiding Dannie's gaze, but it didn't protect her from his words. "Where are you going in such a hurry?" Leila stopped, remembering the words that he had spoken before, the words that had a pleading in them for her to stay with him. But this time they weren't spoken in the same way. This time they were monotonous and cold, words that pierced Leila. Leila looked up and met eyes with Dannie once again. She began to look at his whole face, seeing his mouth upturned in an almost evil grin. "You know, Leila. I loved you. Like, a lot. I think I might still love you, too. But I'm trying as hard as I can to push it completely out of my head that you just might love me back. Because for the past month, I've given myself to you. I've whispered little 'I love you's' in bed, hoping you'd whisper them back. But you never did. "I'd let you go out and do whatever you did with Kevin, because I knew you'd come back home and I'd have you to myself. I'd get to touch you in all the ways that no other guy could, not even Kevin, because you're modest enough to not do those things with guys like Kevin. I let you yell at me that we could never be together because you're with Kevin. I let you tell me that I was nothing more than just a fuck toy. "I let you tell me that you loved Kevin and all I was, was Dannie the fuck buddy. But today... today hurt the most because I got this sense of you having absolutely no love for me. Not the way that I love you. You love me as Dannie, the guy that's good for taking to little parties when Kevin's being an asshole, which, by the way, is always. You love me as Dannie, maybe the cousin by marriage that you ended up messing around with at some family reunion and are still fucking for a fix but you have a deep hatred for. "But do you know how I love you, Leila? Do you? I don't even fucking love you. I'm in love with you. And do you know what it's like to be in love with someone who doesn't love you back? Of course you don't, because you're the one doing it. Well it's an unexplainable feeling that just fucking sucks, Leila. You have made my life a complete and total fuck hole. So, Leila, I'm not saying that I wouldn't like to fuck you anymore, because that's far from the truth. I still want you. I just don't... want you, if that makes sense. I want you like you want me. Plain and simple. I want to fuck you. I definitely don't want to make love, because that just isn't what this relationship is about." Leila was confused, extremely confused. She wasn't sure as to what she wanted to say. And then once again, Leila was angry. "I don't hate you, Dannie. I never did and never could", was all that she said before she turned around and walked towards her room. Leila could feel little tears developing in the corners of her eyes as she threw open the door, loudly slamming it shut when she entered her room. She loved him. She knew she did, but it was something that she refused to convince herself was true. She threw herself on the bed and curled up into a fetal position, letting the tears stream out of her eyes. Her breath faltered and her heart felt as if it was breaking. 'Is this what love feels like?', she asked herself. The question went answered, however, as Leila felt her eyelids getting heavy. She mumbled out something that even she herself didn't understand before she drifted off to sleep. Friends with Benefits Dannie moved Leila more towards the shower's head. The warm water beat down on both of them, making it hard for Dannie and Leila to kiss one another, let alone yell out commands. Dannie thrusted into Leila as hard as he could manage, while holding both his and Leila's weight. Leila tightened her grip on Dannie as she began to bounce up and down on Dannie's dick. Dannie grunted in approval as he leaned back, and slammed Leila into the wall, causing her to yell out loud and, in the process, get a mouthful of water. Leila spat it out as she brought her mouth to Dannie's neck and began to bite at it. Dannie brought Leila to the other end of the shower so that the water wasn't beating down on their heads, giving Leila opportunity to cry out, "Fuck me, Dannie! Harder! Deeper! Ahhhhh fuck me as fast as you fucking can!" Leila's words urged Dannie on as he held onto Leila's slick skin as best as he could and slammed into Leila again. Leila nearly felt the wind be knocked out of her as she began to breathe heavily and fast, trying to regain back her breath. Leila bit down again on Dannie's neck, which only urged him on to fuck Leila harder and faster- exactly what she wanted though words were not said. Leila began to feel that distinct tingle building up within her body, and she knew that she was beginning to build up towards her orgasm. Leila still couldn't manage to find any words to let Dannie know that she was almost there; only desperate moans and cries escaped from her mouth. Dannie, himself, couldn't even speak. The only sound that Dannie was able to produce were stressed grunts that became louder with each thrust that he gave Leila. Leila began to whimper out loud. Her whimpers turned into distinct whines, which then progressed into an mixture of moaning and screaming. Dannie's grunts were loud as he tried to compete with Leila, building her up to her orgasm. "Dannie.... Dannie..." Leila was able to moan out loud, to which Dannie only answered with deep, hard thrusts. And before Leila knew it, her eyes were rolling into the back of her head as she released a powerful orgasm from her body, coating Dannie's dick with her juices. Dannie moaned. The feeling of her powerful orgasm exploding all over his cock caused him to come hard as well, with one last thrust. Dannie came deep inside of Leila, as she moaned out loud. Soon their lips found one another, and Dannie let out the last of what he had to offer inside of Leila, tending to her lips. Leila and Dannie slid down to the floor of the shower, tired from the intense fuck session that they had experienced. The water was still warm, the trickling sound from the shower unable to deafen the panting that Dannie and Leila were doing as they tried to catch their breaths. Leila ran her hand up and down Dannie's body as she brought her lips back to Dannie's, biting and licking at them. "I don't think that you've ever made me come like that before," laughed Leila in between kissing Dannie. Dannie laughed as his hand trailed down Leila's body and to her pussy. He spread her lips apart, causing her body to jerk against his as she let out a loud moan. Dannie smiled as he sucked on Leila's bottom lip. He had always loved how sensitive she was after sex, and he could never help but bring her to another orgasm. Dannie attempted to keep Leila's moans stifled as his fingers began to rub Leila's little button. Leila tried to fight it. She tried to pull away from Dannie's lips but he just held onto her by biting her bottom lip, and keeping her body pressed up against the wall of the shower. His rubbing became more intense. Leila cried into Dannie's mouth until, eventually, she let go of another release, one that Dannie felt on his fingers. He moaned into Leila's mouth while she tried to bring herself down from the back to back orgasms that Dannie had given her. "There you go," Dannie said into Leila's mouth. "Now I've never made you come like that before." Leila finally opened her eyes and pulled away from Dannie's lips to look at him. Dannie's eyes were deep, dark pools of blue. She found herself constantly swimming in them. Leila smiled and pulled Dannie back into her, kissing him long and hard. It was a kiss that both ignited hope in Dannie's heart, but broke it at the same time. It was a kiss that was filled with meaning- Dannie could tell- but seemed to be one big lie. Dannie kissed Leila back with just as much passion. He needed her to know what he felt for her. "I didn't mean what I said earlier," Dannie suddenly blurted out. Leila looked at him, initially confused about what he was talking about, and then she remembered what they had talked about, or more like Dannie told her, hours before. "I mean, I meant it when I said that I love you, but I didn't mean what I said that I just wanted you as a fuck buddy. I..." Leila shushed him as she brought her lips back to his mouth and kissed him. She just wanted to forget about it, or at least not discuss it right then and there, on the floor of the shower. Leila picked up the washcloth, put soap on it, and began to wash her and Dannie's bodies. "We should probably hurry up. Leila was at the party already when she left that message." Dannie kissed Leila one more time before she stood up, washing herself completely off. Dannie watched her for a moment, still mesmerized by her goddess-like body. He bit his lip and stood up, too. Leila looked at his body for a moment, taking in the pleasant sight of his muscles taunting her before she put the washcloth to his chest and continued to wash him as well. Dannie smiled as her hand trailed down his body, soaping up his cock, before moving back around to his ass. Leila's smile was devilish, and just made Dannie even more hornier as his cock began to raise up once again, poking into Leila's body. "Ah ah ah," Leila said, "we have to get out soon and get going..." Leila finished washing herself off and got out of the shower, throwing the washcloth at Dannie. "Hurry, hurry..." she added before Dannie heard the bathroom door open and close. Dannie smiled to himself as his hand automatically attached to his dick. 'Well, I'll have to do this myself, I guess,' he thought to himself as he began to vigorously pump himself to an orgasm. Friends with Benefits Carly heard loud voices coming from the control room. "Every time you change something, the process goes to shits!" Carly got up and hurried into the control room. Sure enough, the control room operator, Sam was squaring off with Rovan, a process engineer at their plant. "I'm telling you this won't work!" Sam told Rovan. Before Rovan could say anything more, Carly stepped in and said "Guys! Please! Stop." Both turned towards her. Carly continued "Guys, you can't have another argument like the last one! Come here, both of you and let's talk through this." Indeed, their last argument had gotten so bad that both had been disciplined for it. She motioned them to come close to her. Sam came first and put his arm around her. Carly put her own arm under his and pulled him close. She then motioned for Rovan to come on her right side and pulled him close too. "Now guys, we're going to remain calm and talk through this. You know that I like both of you and only want to help, right? First, Rovan will explain to me what he wants to do. Then, Sam will explain why he objects and then we'll clarify any misunderstandings and hopefully come to some agreement. Okay?" Both men nodded. And Carly asked Rovan to go first. At one point, Sam tried to interrupt but Carly shushed him. When he was done, Carly asked Sam to explain his position. When Rovan tried to interject, Carly shushed him too. When both were done, Carly asked a few questions for clarification. She asked both men if they understood each other's positions. They agreed. She then made a suggestion for a compromise. Within a few minutes, they had come to an agreeable compromise. Before letting them go, Carly said "I knew we could come to a peaceful agreement if we listened to each other." And then she gently kissed Rovan on the temple and let him go. She then turned to Sam and, like she'd done to Rovan, planted a kiss on his temple and said "Go do the changes. Thanks for agreeing to this." Carly then left and went back to her office. She was still standing when, a few moments later, Sam showed up in her office. He walked in and closed the door behind him. Carly turned around to face him. Sam said "A kiss on the temple just doesn't do it for me, this is what I want as a kiss." Sam then gently grabbed her face and kissed her on the lips. Soon, he parted his lips and pushed the tip of his tongue between her lips. Carly didn't resist and, putting her hands on his hips, she allowed him entry. For a few moments, Sam kissed her gently yet deeply, leaving her breathless. Then, he abruptly pulled away and said "Now that is how I like to be kissed." He took two steps towards the door and Carly said "Stop!" Sam stopped and looked at her. Carly said "You can't go out there with a tent in your pants." Sam looked down and saw the bulge in his pants. Not letting him say anything, Carly started talking shop talk, talking about the process and about process problems. When he had regained his composure Sam said "You're good." And he left her office and went back to the control room. A few minutes later, Carly's phone rang and from the call display, she saw that it was Sam. "Hello?" "For the record, what you saw and felt was only about half way there, if you understand what I mean." "Okay." Carly said hesitantly. "You're not following, are you?" "Not really. Sorry." "The reason you wouldn't let me leave your office right away?" "Oh!" "Now do you get it when I say it was only at half mast?" "Yes, you don't have to say anything more!" "Well, I just wanted to make sure you understood that this wasn't the final product, you know?" "I get it, Sam. But it doesn't really matter, does it?" "Why not?" "You're married, Sam. I don't dally with married men. That kiss was nice but it can't happen again." "Carly, I'm separated." "What?" Carly was surprised. She hadn't heard about his separation at all. "I'll have to tell you about it later, someone's coming." Unfortunately, the rest of the day was busy for both of them. Carly didn't get to hear the rest of the story. She was definitely intrigued. Yet this revelation made past events make sense. When he'd first come to the plant, Sam had been so full of himself – the arrogance of youth and a lot of people around had taken upon themselves to make him eat humble pie. Carly had simply avoided him and his high and mighty attitude. He'd calmed down and settled down a lot. Now, ten years later, he'd become a very competent control room operator and was respected by his peers. And Carly no longer avoided him, going into the control room to discuss the process and other topics. In the last few months, he'd become more affectionate with her, putting his arm around her shoulders when she went to the control room for information. The first time had surprised her. But as she found it pleasant, she'd let it happen and even sought it on occasion, being on her own herself and sometimes craving human touch. Carly was disappointed that they'd been too busy to reconnect as it was Sam's last shift that week. She went home and ate dinner. As she was finishing off the dishes, Carly heard the doorbell. When she opened the door, she was surprised to see Sam there. "Hi!" "Hi. May I come in?" "Sure." As soon as the door was closed behind him, Sam pulled Carly to him and kissed her, playing in her hair which was now down from the braid she usually wore at work. Carly immediately responded to the kiss. At one point, Sam pulled away and asked: "How come you never wear your hair down at work? It's so beautiful and soft!" "I can't have you or others playing in my hair and turning me on at work, can I?" "This turns you on?" Sam joined action to words and gently played in her hair. "Mmmm, yes it does." Sam gave her another quick kiss and said "That's good to know. Now, why don't we head for your couch for a while so I can tell you what happened." They made their way to the living room and sat next to each other on the couch. There, Sam told her how he'd become a divorced man. "One morning after a night shift, I was in the washroom and I dropped something in the garbage can. As I reached in to retrieve it, I found an open condom wrapper. Figuring it had to be my wife's, I confronted her. She told me that it wasn't hers and that it had to be our daughter's. Our daughter was only 14 at the time so I protested that it couldn't be. But she convinced me and said that she'd talk to our daughter, that it would be less embarrassing for our daughter to deal with mom than dad. About two weeks later, my daughter and I were working in the garage together when she decided to ask questions about boys. After a while, I asked her if she had ever been with a guy and she said no, that she wasn't ready. That's when I figured out that my wife had lied. So I took my time and gathered some evidence and proved to her that I knew she was cheating on me. So I moved out and we've been sharing custody of the kids. And that's how I ended up by myself." "Wow. I can't believe she tried to blame a 14 year old!" "I couldn't believe it either. Even though I had agreed to let her talk to our daughter, I still had my doubts. I was right." "How did your kids take all of this?" "They don't know the details, only that mom's with a new guy and dad's living somewhere else. I think that there are so many kids with divorced parents these days that they're kind of blasé about it, you know?" "In a way, that's good." "It is. But even though my kids seem to accept my ex wife's new relationship, I'm not ready to jump into one myself. I like you, I find you very attractive and I really enjoyed the kissing but all I can offer right now is a physical relationship. I don't want a full relationship right now." "So friends with benefits, eh?" "Something like that. You okay with that?" "On one condition." "What's that?" "Our friendship with benefits must remain strictly between the two of us. I insist on absolute discretion." "I understand and I want the same thing. After all, I could get really razzed if anyone at work found out I was cavorting with the other side!" He teased her, reaching for her hair. Carly smiled and closed her eyes at the touch in her hair. Sam scooted closer and pulled her closer to him. Gently, he kissed her lips. "You want this as much as I do?" He asked, hesitant to go further. "Oh yeah!" Carly pulled Sam to her and kissed him, showing him just how much she did want him. As he played in her hair, their tongues dueled for control. Carly felt herself melt, the wetness in her core increasing. Their hands started roaming, caressing each other through their clothes. After a while, they stopped and without talking, got up and made their way to Carly's room. Once in there, Carly pulled Sam's shirt out of his pants and reached under his shirt to feel his back. He stopped kissing her for just enough time to remove the shirt and allow her full access. Carly took full advantage of it and caressed his chest and shoulders and arms and back. She continued her exploration as they resumed kissing. Soon, it was his turn to want to take her top off and access her skin. When he saw her satiny bra, he let out a short whistle and made her smile. He caressed her breasts through the bra, causing her nipples to stiffen. As he did so, their eyes met and held each other for a few seconds. Carly felt a connection and her desire for this man went through the roof. She turned him towards the bed and pulled at his belt. He had to help her and they made short work of ridding him of his pants and socks. Then, she pushed him down on the bed and kissed her way from his chest down to his swelling cock. She wrapped her hand around it and gently squeezed. Sam moaned and threw his head back, leaving her to do whatever she wanted. And what she wanted was to feast on the fine cock in front of her. She caressed him, delaying the pleasure. His breathing was changing, indicating that her caresses were giving him pleasure. Then, she licked his cock from base to head, causing him to raise his hips and moan. She engulfed him in her warm mouth and moaned herself. The feel and taste of his cock were heaven. Slowly, she made love to his cock, ensuring that each part of it got attention. As she felt his defenses break down, she increased her tempo and the pressure she put on him. Suddenly, his hands made their way into her hair and he held her head still. Then, she felt him spurt down her throat and she applied suction to swallow it all. Sam groaned as his orgasm rocked him. When he was done, he pulled her up and had her lay down next to him. "Give me a moment, sweetie?" "No problem!" They cuddled for a few minutes and he caressed her arm and her hair as he caught his breath. Then, he rolled her over and started kissing her again, his hand caressing her stomach and her breasts. Then, he pulled back and said "As nice as this bra is, it's time for it to come off." Once she had gotten rid of the bra, he dove in and teased her nipples, driving her mad. As he continued lavishing her breasts with his mouth and tongue, his hand made its way into her pants. He caressed her mound, causing her to moan in appreciation. Then, as he tried to pull his hand out, he found himself caught by his watch and had to ask for her help. They both chuckled as Carly reached down to undo her pants and free his hand. He took off the watch and set it on the nightstand and then worked at removing her pants. As soon as he had access, he caressed her legs and kissed a trail up her leg and thigh. When he reached her wet pussy, it was her turn to lift up her hips from the bed. He licked her slit and slowly teased her before finally focusing and pushing her towards the edge. She gripped the sheets as she got near, moaning almost non-stop under his expert tongue. Inserting his fingers inside her wet pussy, he pumped in and out, finally pushing her over the edge into the beautiful abyss of an orgasm. He didn't let her come back down from her high and plunged into her. Both of them sharply grasped for air at the intense feeling of the connection. For a minute, he didn't move, allowing them both to feel the moment. Carly wrapped her legs and her arms around him and tilted her pelvis to force some movement. Following her lead, Sam started moving in and out. He moved slowly and deliberately at first, taking the time to kiss her and to caress her while her hands also roamed all over his body. Then, as their pleasure increased, they both had to stop kissing to be able to breathe and both increased the pace, racing towards the reward. Sam urged her "Come baby, come for me. I want to hear you and feel you on my cock." He then somehow managed to hold himself up on his elbows and reach for her nipples with both hands, tweaking them between his thumbs and forefingers. It didn't take much longer and Carly was feeling her second orgasm of the evening. She tightened her pussy muscles around his cock and arched her back. He let go of her nipples and pushed himself up to reach deeper within her. He plunged deep one last time and groaned his own release. After a few minutes of panting, they caught their breaths and he pulled out and laid next to her. He then asked "Can friends with benefits spend the night?" "I think so", Carly replied with a smile. "You just can't move in." "It's a deal." They cuddled and talked for a while and then agreed to sleep. Friends with Benefits I'm so scared. I'm a good girl from the Midwest and here I am trying to decide what to wear for a meeting with a friend I met on the internet about three years ago. I'm 67 years old and should be sitting around with grandchildren on my lap and sipping lemonade through a straw while sitting on my front porch swing. But I was lonely and so I had gone to my computer to find at least a girlfriend to go to movies with or out to lunch. I had filled out so many dating site forms in the past 3 years that my computer filled the information in automatically now. I've had s few sexual experiences in between marriages with a few off the wall people but this was different. This wasn't a party where you got drunk and let down your inhibitions. This was a planned-know-what-you're-walking-into sex...with a woman. I've been with a woman once before but this time was just different. It was in a group 4 some and was many many years ago when I was much younger and trimmer. I tried on my red dress for the 3rd time and decided just to go with it. Emily and I had talked on the net several times and she seemed to be quite genuine, but....? Oh Katye, stop trying to second guess everything. I'm always talking to myself. I rarely get the answers I want. Anyway, Emily was going to be here any minute and I needed to be ready. So quit getting worked up and enjoy lunch. (Shut up!) The doorbell rang twice before I could move to the door. I got up and answered it. There stood Emily. She's' young, (early 40's), and slender. I grab my purse and tell my husband I'm leaving. He gets up and comes into the foyer to meet Emily. Emily greets him with a warm smile and then says we better go because she was supposed to pick up her 20 year old daughter, Amy, from her gym session. Amy is a health nut and starts off almost every day at the gym. I start mine with a cup of coffee. We get in the car and Emily pats my knee and smiles at me. "Don't be so up tight, Katye," she chided. "We're going to have fun today and I just know you are going to love Amy." "You are everything I thought you would be and your husband is adorable. Tall but adorable." I laugh nervously. "Yes he is." Don and I had met a year ago on the net and married within 4 months. I adore him and he idolizes me. We were soul mates but I had a dark side to me. Like an itch that needed scratched occasionally. I knew from talking to Emily for the past 3 years that she was "bi". We had joked around about it but she said she would respect me. I just wasn't sure what her definition of the word 'respect' was. We stopped and picked up Amy. She was a tall, very slender young woman clad in a jogging suit with her hair up in a long pony tail. She hopped in the back seat and we headed for their house. It was a pretty little home with a pool in the back yard. As soon as we got inside, I put my purse down on the couch and sat down. Emily ask me if I wanted something to drink. It was 9:30 in the morning so I said coffee would be fine. Emily went into the kitchen to fix it and Amy headed upstairs to shower and change clothes. I got up and went into the kitchen with Emily. There was a center island with bar stools, so I picked one out and sat down. Emily made small talk and so did I...the weather, the state of the country, our kids. Emily sat my coffee down in front of me and leaned over and kissed me...on the mouth...OMG. How am I supposed to respond to that. I didn't have long to decide. Emily moved around in front of me and pushed my legs apart..all the while kissing me and checking my mouth out with her tongue. Our tongues dancing and getting acquainted. She wiggled up against me and held the back of my head with one hand while her other hand brushed down my arm and then slid up next to my breast. She rubbed my nipple thru my shirt and my body responded by perking up and pushing toward her fingers wanting a more intimate contact with her hand. I started to pull back but she moved out of my mouth long enough to say "don't! It's been too long and you are mine today." She pulled my head back to her and went back to kissing my mouth, my eyes, my ears and nibbling on my neck. She took one of my hands and placed it on her breast and it felt wonderful. "'Play with me", she mumbled into my mouth. I did as I was told. Her hands moved inside my blouse and began twisting and playing with my nipples. Then she squeeze my nipple hard, pushed my blouse out the way, leaned down and took one nipple in her mouth and flicked her tongue over it. She started sucking on my breast and I continued to play with hers. She groaned and I squeezed harder, pinching the nipple and felt it harden under my hand. Emily ordered me to stand up and as I did she pulled my slacks down. I helped her and she started fingering my pussy through my silk panties. I was so wet and her fingers on my pussy sent shivers through me like lightning bolts. She suggested we move into the living room onto the couch. She took my hand and led the way. I followed. It was as if I was in a daze. Almost hypnotized. She said to sit down and as I did I saw Amy on the stairs watching us. Emily had moved around behind me on the couch and rubbing my arms sensually, she pulled my arms gently behind me and before I knew it, she had handcuffed me. Amy ask from the stairs, "need some help, mom". "Sure you can do her feet. Amy came over and tied my feet apart with rope that had been under the couch and was attached to the couch. I was totally helpless. And now her daughter was involved. What was I thinking? Emily removed all her clothes and pulled me to the edge of on the couch. She got down between my legs and hspread my pussy lips apart. She pulled me to the edge of the couch. "You are gonna love this, just relax." she whispered. Then I felt Amy putting a blindfold on me. I ask why the blindfold and she said "do I need to gag you too?". "No" I whispered,my voice wavering a little. I flinched when I felt what I assumed was Emily spread my pussy lips again and then I felt her tongue on my clit. I nearly had an orgasm right there. She licked and sucked and I tried to cry out to stop but I couldn't get enough breathe to say anything. I was bucking and thrashing in rhythm to her fingers. I cried out to Emily that I felt like I was ready to cum but she ordered me not to. Then someone was standing over me on the couch. I felt her guide my face to her pussy squeezing my head with her legs. Was that Amy? I couldn't see. Emily said "Lick me like I'm licking you." And I did. Whoever it was ground their pussy into my face like she was masturbating on my mouth. I licked and sucked and felt her stiffen and then her sex juices poured over my face. Emily had found that spot in me that caused me to twitch and jerk and then I screamed through the most awesome orgasm I had ever had. She got up and took my blindfold off and said "now my turn." She moved up to my breast sucking on them again with her incredible mouth. She told Amy to loosen the ropes on my feet and laid me back on the couch and straddling my face. I was confused. Was that Emily or Amy I had been "doing" OMG..a mom and daughter? When Emily finally exploded into my mouth, she got up and ask me if I was ok? I said "I think so" and they both laughed. Emily unlocked the handcuffs. Amy stood up and said "there's a bathroom upstairs with clean towels, a shower and a set of sweats if you need them. I bought them especially for you Grandma." Amy had been calling me Grandma for the 3 years I had known Emily. "When you finish, I want to dance for you, Grandma, and you tell me if you think I'm good enough for the upcoming competition." I smiled and said "I'd love that". I sat there on the couch next to Emily and she reached up and brushed my hair out of my face. "That was very good but I have some big girl toys upstairs and I think we need to go to my bedroom and really have fun". I have a girlfriend, Katye. I'd really like to call her and have her come over to meet you." I hugged her and said "I'm game but let me clean up first." We laughed together and I went upstairs quite satisfied with how the day was turning out. I was still wondering who did what to who. But did it really matter? NOT THE END! Friends with Benefits It started out like any other normal week day. Normally, I would get up dealt with the husband and kids. Go to work. Flirt with the guys at work. Go home; deal with the husband and kids again. Sounds boring right... It is normally. Today was different though. I have been flirting with Keith for sometime now. We both are in marriages that aren't as sexual gratifying as we would like them to be. We both have deviant sexual thoughts. How would I know this you ask? Keith is my friend; he is the one person in this office that I actually trust. Since he is a guy, I have been sharing some of my sexual thoughts with him, just to see if he reacted like my husband, Derek, the prude. Keith has helped me to feel normal, or as he jokes with me maybe we are both just sexually deviants. I have been saying to Keith that we should hook up. Friends with benefits I say. He keeps on telling me no, he would never do that to his wife. I keep on saying come on, please. He has held his ground. Well that is until today... While I was out to clients, Keith texted me that his chocolate candy was not wrapped well. I texted back joking with him that I had tainted it. When I got back to work, I went in his office to joke some more about it with him. The next thing you know, he was daring me (or maybe I dared myself) to stick a miniature kit-kat in my pussy. I told him I would if he ate it. We laughed; I took a kit-kat and left his office. I proceeded to go to the ladies room. I was horny as hell after talking to Keith. There is something about him that drives me sexually insane. I have imagined what his cock looks life for years now...is it normal length? Is it thick? Is it long? Oh god, all I have wanted to do is feel it in my hands. To hold his stiff strong cock.... I start to rub my nipples as I sit in the bathroom thinking about Keith. To just suck him, till he cums, would give me so much pleasure. As I am sitting there, I start to finger fuck myself. Oh it feels so good; I wish Keith was doing it to me instead of my self. I remember the kit-kat. I start to chuckle, and insert it into my warm moist pussy. I leave it there just a second as it is starting to melt. I remove it; put it back in the wrapper. I wash my hands and then return to my desk. I text Keith: I did my dare are you going to do urs? No. Please. No. The smell of chocolate smell and my pussy is driving me crazy. No – besides I can't get out of my chair. What if I cum to u? No. But, I want to. I really want to feel this chocolate melt more in my pussy. Will you be mad at me if I do it? I could never be mad at you. That was all I needed. I took that piece of chocolate and reinserted it in to my vagina. Oh, how I wished it was bigger. I could so get off on the feeling of the melting chocolate mixing with the juices inside my pussy. I walked down the hall and stood in his office door. "Keith, can you help me? I have a problem." I said as I shut his door and locked it behind me. Do, I really have enough balls to do this, I think? All I have thought about every night for the last week was seeing him hard, touching him, and sucking him. "Did you just lock my door?," he said. I tell him that I did. I sit in the chair, looking at him. I can feel the chocolate melting. So, I stand up, reach down and pull that melted kit-kat out of my pussy. I hold it to his lips. He doesn't respond. I then wipe the chocolate on his lips and as he opens them to lick the chocolate, I place it in his mouth. Oh, how I wish he was licking the chocolate off of my pussy. Instead, I lick my fingers enjoying the taste of chocolate and my juices. I proceed to walk over to him and ask him if I can touch. He doesn't respond. All I want to do is feel that cock. Is it rock hard? Is it average size? I lean over his chair and start to touch. Groan, it is rock hard and at least average if not bigger. Oh, Lord I want to suck him right now.... I touch a minute longer. If I stay any longer, I am going to rape him as I know he doesn't want to be a willing participant. I then leave his office and go back to mine and text him. I text to him: I hope you r nt mad at me. I told you I could never get mad at you. I prop my feet up on my desk. And grab some Kleenexes wiping at my moist yummy chocolate pussy. I text Keith again: I am down here cleaning up a chocolate mess. I am resisting the urge to lick my fingers. Why are you resisting? Location As I inserted a finger into my pussy, out came a mixture of chocolate and wetness. I try to texting him another time: Yummy... I couldn't resist any longer. U should cum down. I can't. Please it is delicious and I am going to eat it all myself. Enjoy. I sat there with my feet propped on my desk. Finger fucking and licking the chocolate mixed with my juices. I was sticky and wet and loving every minute of it. I sat there for 10 minutes enjoying myself and thinking about Keith. About all I can think about is his cock in my pussy; fucking each other. I don't allow myself to cum as I decided it was time to get back to work. Everyone is gone in the office but me. Keith had a seminar to attend with a happy hour ending it. I hope he has something to drink, I thought. Maybe, I can convince him to stop by the office on his way home. I sent him a text: I am alone in the office. No response. Any chance u will stop by? No response. So u rnt going to talk to me? No Response. Fine whatever... I sit there thinking about him. I wonder, does he want to fuck me and is just too devoted to Lisa to do it? Is it me that turns him on or is it the lack of attention from Lisa that makes him react to my flirting? Oh the head trash that I am dealing with. I hear a noise that brings me back to reality. I realize that someone came into the office. Probably the cleaning lady.... All of a sudden my office door flies open. It is Keith and he is looking at me with anger in his eyes. I look at him and stand up asking him "what is the matter?" In a voice that I didn't recognize, he says, "I came to give you what you want." He then reaches over shakes me and slaps me hard in the ass. I should be scare, but I am more turned on that I could have imagined. He pushes me hard and I slam into the desk. "I am going to fuck you now Jackie and you are going to scream for me to stop." He grabs me by the throat and pulls me to him. I whisper "Not to hard or you will bruise me." A chill races up my spine as my pussy beings to throb and ache. Oh fuck me, please now just take me, I think. He pulls me closer, shoving his tongue forcefully into my mouth. I try to keep up with him, but he has a hunger that I can't match. I pull away and look at him and ask him "Do you want me?" "Shut up and bend over your desk," he says as he shoves me into my desk again. I bend over and he rips my pants and undies down. I can feel him rock hard as he reaches up and grabs my tits with his one hand. His other hand, I assume is on his cock, as I feel pressed against my body. He kicks my legs farther apart and smacks me down again. I feel his cock approaching my pussy lips. I shiver with anticipation. The brutality of his forcefulness should be making me nervous. Instead, I am dripping juices from my eager pussy. He shoves his cock into my ready pussy as hard as possible. I groan. He says to me, "Is this what you want Jackie?" I don't say anything. "Answer me Jackie", he says as he pounds me with anger and excitement. "Yes, Keith, this is what I want.", I say as a tear rolls down my face. What is wrong with me?, I think as he is slamming into me. I moan as he reaches his hands to my anticipating clit. He starts rubbing it hard as I moan. "Feel good?," he asks. "Yes, I am about to cum." As I say this, he reaches up and grabs my nipple with so much force, I scream. It hurts yet feels so good at the same time. I can feel the orgasm starting as my vagina starts to shiver and throb with the much needed orgasm. I am panting as he pulls out. "What are you doing? You haven't cum yet." "Who said I am done with you yet. Grab your goodie bag." I keep a goodie bag at work, with lubes, jells and other stuff. I have been know to fuck Derek in my office on a weekend, so I just keep it there in case the rare chance that Derek will want to fuck if we are driving downtown. I showed it to Keith about a week ago. What the fuck can he want in the goodie bag? I think. He looks at me and says, "Did you forget that you tell me everything? Did you forget how much we both think about anal sex?" My heart starts to pound in nervousness. I could never convince Derek to have anal sex. The last time I had anything in my ass it was about three years ago. I love feeling a dildo in my ass. But, it has been so long ago, I have almost forgotten how much I love it. He takes my goodie bag and looks at me. "Do you want to put it on?" I take the lubricant out of my bag and squeeze a good amount into my hand. I place my hand on his hard shaft and rub it. He groans in need and shoves me back bending over the desk. I am so scared and so eager at the same time. I feel the head of his dick at my puckered asshole. I can feel him pushing slowly and find myself backing up. His head starts to enter my ass. I breathe deeply. Oh, the pain. Try to relax I tell myself. His head is entering my ass as he is moaning. He continues to push as I try to relax my sphincter muscles. This is so different then a dildo that I controlled going into my ass. It hurts so bad, yet feels so good. He enters his shaft all the way into my ass, moaning with delight. I think I am going to pass out from the pain, although my pussy is starting to quiver. He reaches and starts to massage my clitoris. The mixed feelings are too much to handle. "Are you ready", he asks. I nod my head yes. He starts to pull his shaft out a couple of inches and then rams it hard back in. Oh, I scream. "Did you like it?," he asks. I nod my head yes. I have never felt anything like this. He does it again removing it farther and slamming back into me. The force of it takes my breath away. Yet, it feels so good. He is now really fucking my ass and I find myself matching his pace. I touch my clit and start stroking it. I moan as I begin to cum, my whole pussy throbbing as my ass tightens around his hard cock. He starts to groan and I can feel him stiffen up to cum just as I reached my peak. He fills my ass with his load. I tighten myself against his dick and pull the last bit of cum from his shaft; I can feel myself starting to cum again. I scream in delight as we both collapse against my desk. I am not sure if I am going to be able to walk anytime soon. He is still leaning against me. He leans up and kisses me on the cheek. "I am sorry I was so rough on you. I hate the fact that I want to fuck you. I hate the fact that I just cheated on Lisa." We slowly part from being as one. I am so sore, but yet I feel complete and whole. I have never felt so wanted in all my life. So sexy and needed. I look at Keith and say. "I am sorry too. I am sorry that I pursued you so much that I make you want me." "Don't be sorry. I have never experienced what we just did with anyone else. I think I am going to be okay with being friends with benefits." Friends with Benefits James and Diane had worked together for nine years. There had always been a little sexual tension between them, but she was married and he had a girl friend, so it was more flirtatious fun than smoldering passion. Both of them knew the other wasn't getting any sex at home, and James had playfully remarked that maybe they should help each other out some time; but neither had ever taken it too seriously. Little did she know that was about to change ...... One day, they were standing around talking during a break in the action, and she told him how much her shoulders hurt. James mentioned that he'd had some training as a healer and offered to see what he could do. Expecting some kind of massage therapy, Diane agreed to let him try, and turned her back to him as he held his palms close together in a way she had seen him do several times before. "Just relax," he said, as she felt his strong hands begin massaging her shoulders, working out the kinks, but there was more to it ..... As he held his hands just touching her shoulder, she felt a tingling warmth spreading out from where his hands were. It was a very relaxing feeling; but when he moved up to her neck, it was like a jolt of electricity going through her body. He was just barely rubbing her neck, but his tingling fingers were touching all the right spots; making her gasp with barely concealed pleasure as her body reacted to his gentle touch. Her knees buckled slightly and her hardening nipples strained against her bra as the tingling warmth moved down her spine to reach her rapidly moistening slit. It felt so good, and she couldn't help wondering if he knew how much he was turning her on. The tingling intensified as he continued working on her neck, and the passion she felt intensified with it. It felt so good on the back of her neck, she started to wonder how it would feel if he were doing the same to he swollen clit. She tried to put that thought out of her mind, but her mind wasn't the only thing reacting .... Her shoulder felt better, but this wasn't about sore shoulders anymore, her loins were on fire like they hadn't been in years and she was about to have a mind-blowing orgasm right there in front of everybody. James stopped just before she had reached the point of no return and leaned over her shoulder, his hot breath tickling her ear as he asked if she felt any better. She managed to find enough breath to say, "Yes. Thank you." 'If he only knew how good I feel right now,' she thought, her head spinning with lustful thoughts. Her whole body was trembling with desire, and her pussy was incredibly wet and throbbing wildly. She stood there for a moment watching him walk away, then ran upstairs to the restroom where she fingered herself to a shuddering orgasm. That evening she kept herself busy, doing chores around the house and cooking dinner but she couldn't stop herself from thinking about what happened earlier. She could still feel her friend's fingers gently rubbing just the right spots on the back of her neck, driving her into a sexual frenzy like nothing she'd ever experienced before. The problem was that he hadn't finished the job; and she was getting more turned-on as the evening wore on, just thinking about what could have happened if they had been alone together. After taking a shower, she stood nude in front of the mirror wondering if James would really want to make love to her if she offered him the chance. After twenty years and three children, her curves were a little softer and fuller than they used to be, but her breasts were still firm and full, with long nipples that stood out proudly, begging to be sucked and fondled. "Well, maybe I'm not Cheryl Tiegs," she thought to herself with a smile, "but I think I still look pretty good for my age." As her eyes moved lower, they fell upon the blonde patch between her thighs, and she wondered lustfully if he'd ever had a "real" blonde. That night, she had a vivid dream about an unseen lover crawling under the sheets of her bed in the middle of the night. He teased her with his hands and his tongue until she begged for more; then impaled her on the stiff rod of his manhood, his deep thrusts pounding her mercilessly until her cries of passion drowned out the sound of her husband's snoring a few feet away. When she woke up in the morning, her whole body was tingling with passion. Her panties were still in place, confirming that it had been just a dream; but the fact that both her panties and the sheets were soaked with her juices attested to just how intense the dream had been. Later that morning, she and James were standing by her work bench, talking like they did every morning while they waited for the buzzer to sound. James looks at her, "Aren't you forgetting something?" "What?" "You haven't put your safety glasses on." Giving him something of an evil grin, "Do you look me over every morning?" With a sly smile, James says, "Oh ... I'll never tell." Smiling back, "Is that good or bad?" "Hmmm .... Let's just say you've been the star of a few hot day dreams." "Oh really ...?!?" "Yeah ... Really." "Well, I need to go get something," she says as she slips past him, making sure to "accidentally" brush her breasts against his arm as she does so. The rest of the day, she can barely focus on doing her job as her head swirls with lustful thoughts about how much she wants to help him fulfill one of those hot day dreams. "But how would I do it?" she thinks to herself. "Getting him to stop by the house after work, because I want to talk to him about something in private, isn't a problem ... we've done it before. The problem is how to go about it from there. Granted, it's much more about raw sex than it is about romance, but this isn't some guy I've just met in a bar, where there might be some kind of expectation. We've been throwing little remarks around for years, so short of stripping for him, would he even take it seriously if I offered it to him?" The day passes quickly and soon Diane finds herself waiting nervously for James to stop by. She feels a little guilty about the prospect of cheating on her husband; but at the same time, she's very turned on after a day of flirting and teasing. She has spent all day daydreaming about how much she wanted him to make love to her, to fulfill both of their dreams, and how it just might happen if she doesn't change her mind first. Just then, she jumps a little as her little fantasy world is shattered by a knock on the door. James sits on the couch, and after the usual small talk, he asks what it was she wanted to talk to him about. "What was it you did to me last yesterday?" "It's called Reiki. It's a healing technique I learned a couple years ago. Did it help?" "Oh, it made my shoulder feel better, but it did more than that ..." Taking a deep breath, she adds, "I don't know what you did, but it turned me on like I haven't been in years." "So you and Gerald had a wild night last night?" "Oh, I had a pretty wild night, alright ... but only the guy in my dreams. I can't remember the last time Gerald has touched me." "Well, let me know if you need something a little more memorable." "Hmmm ... That sounds inviting ... Do you think you could handle it if I offered you the chance?" "Hmmm .... No problem. But then, you realize you would be spoiled for life .... No mere mortal would ever satisfy you again." "Yeah, right!! Maybe we should find out. Hmm??" "Bring it on, baby. If I thought you were serious, I'd rip your clothes off right here and now." Moving to stand in front of him, she hesitates for a moment, then pulls her t-shirt over her head, revealing her lacy black bra as she lets her shirt drop to the floor. She stands in front of him with her hands on her hips, "Do I look serious now?" she demands in a mock serious tone. "Oh, I don't know ..." matching her mock serious tone. "Keep going and I'll let you know." Rolling her eyes playfully, "I think you just want to see my boobs." "Oh, I've never denied that." Climbing onto the couch, she kneels in his lap. Slipping her hands behind his head, she leans forward, burying his face in her soft cleavage. Seizing the invitation, he begins licking up and down her soft crease, probing down inside her bra with his tongue just touching her hard nipple; causing her to moan with pleasure. After a few minutes of this, she pulls his head back up to face hers. Kissing him gently, she says softly, "I know what you want, now what's in it for me?" "Oh, I'm sure I can think of something you would like." Grabbing her buns, he pulls her closer, where she can feel the growing bulge in his jeans. As their lips meet for a long passionate kiss, he starts gently caressing her back with both hands, savoring the feel of her soft skin before reaching up to undo her bra. Once the strap comes loose, she leans back a little so he can slip it off her arms and toss it aside. Diane pulls off his t-shirt, rubbing her hands over his hairy chest; then leans back with her hands on his knees behind her, giving him easy access to her bare breasts. She trembles with pleasure as his hands cup and massage them before lifting both of them to his mouth. He begins circling one hard nipple with his tongue while he pulls and twists the other between his fingers; then he switches sides, making her moan with passion. Then he opens his mouth wide to suck as much of her soft flesh as he can into his mouth while flicking his tongue over her nipples, making them even harder. When the sensation becomes too much for her to bear, she slides off his lap and takes his hand, leading him off to the bedroom. Once there, they embrace passionately and share a long, breath-stealing kiss while his hands roam freely over her back and her butt. When the kiss ends, she looks up at him and whispers, "You know what I want." He gives her an evil grin, "Show me how bad you want it." Sitting on the edge of the bed, she un-does his pants and drops them around his ankles. Taking his cock in her hands, she watches his reaction as she gently traces her fingertips up and down the bottom of his hard shaft before leaning forward to replace her fingers with her tongue. She licks up and down the shaft a few times, then begins swirling her tongue around the swollen head before slipping her lips over it. She pauses with the head firmly locked in her lips, swirling her tongue around the head while teasingly stroking his cock with her fingers; then begins massaging his balls as she slides her mouth up and down his throbbing manhood in long slow strokes, devouring him like she hasn't seen a man in years. When she feels his cock begin to swell in his mouth, Diane increases the tempo a little and starts sucking harder, coaxing him to cum in her waiting mouth. He groans loudly and thrusts his hips forward, driving his cock deep into Diane's sucking mouth as it explodes, throbbing in her mouth as it shoots stream after stream of hot, thick cum down her throat. Looking up at him as his cock softens in her hand, "Are you convinced now?" "Oh god yes," He says breathlessly. "I haven't had a good blowjob in years." "I thought you might like that. I just hope you saved a little something for me." "Oh yes. And now, it's my turn to pleasure you for a while." James kicks off his pants, and pulls her to her feet, kneeling before her. He starts kissing and nibbling along the top of her waistband, then slowly pulls down her jeans. She sits on the bed, making it easier for him to slip her pants off; and then he grabs her ankles and spins her around, leaving her flat on her back. As he lies down on the bed beside her, he kisses her gently saying, "I have big plans for you. Now just close your eyes and enjoy it." She lies back trembling with excitement as she feels his hands roam over her almost naked body, his tingling fingertips just brushing over her skin as they teasingly circle her nipples before moving down her sides to her knees, then up the inside of her thighs, just brushing her panty-covered mound as they move back up to her heaving breasts. After teasing her like this for several long minutes, she feels him moving to lick and suck her hard nipples, then start slowly kissing his way down between her legs. She can feel his fingers gently stroking her legs, then his tongue licking her skin. She sighs lightly as he runs his tongue up the inside of her thigh, stopping now and then to bite her skin lightly, teasing her as he moves slowly up toward her wet snatch. As he moves his hands up to her waist, he gently traces the outline of her panties with his fingers and begins to pull them down. Diane feels her panties being pulled down and lifts her butt off the bed to help. She can't help letting out a little moan as she feels his lips kissing the inside of her thigh, then his hot wet tongue starts working it's way toward her pussy. He spreads her thighs apart and moves his head up over her cunt, taking in the musky smell of her arousal as he pushes his tongue between her moist lips. She throws her head back and moans loudly as he starts to swirl his tongue up and down her slit. All the lustful feelings that had been growing inside her since the day before are being unleashed as the waves of pleasure pulse through her as he finds her swollen clit and begins eagerly teasing it with his tongue, sending her into spasms of ecstasy. Filled with raw lust, she wriggles her hips uncontrollably, lifting up off the bed, grinding her cunt into his face. He moves his hands off her hips and gently slides them up her rib cage to find her round firm breasts. She moans loudly as he takes hold of a nipple and squeezes it, rubbing it between his fingers as he continues teasing her clit with his tongue. She reaches down and pushes his head hard into her pussy, as she humps her body wildly off the bed at him. Throwing her legs over his shoulders, she digs her heels into his back, arching her body as another wave of uncontrolled desire went through her like a bolt of electricity. "OH GOD!!! It's never been like this," Diane heard herself begging. "I need your cock baby ... I need it in me right now!" "Not until I've finished teasing you," he replied. He moves his hands down to spread her thighs a little more, and she feels the tingling warmth begins to spread through her body as he places his hands over her mound. The sensation intensifies as he slips a couple tingling fingers inside, stimulating her clit from the back side as he resumes his frontal assault with his tongue. Diane has never experience anything like it in her life. Her whole body felt like it was on fire as the tingling sensation continues to intensify until it explodes in a blinding flash of light. She cries out as an orgasmic tidal wave washes over her sending spasm after spasm of ecstasy rippling through her whole body. She grabs the headboard and holds it with a death grip as the ripples of pleasure ride through her whole body, lifting her lower body right off the bed. She can't control her herself as one orgasm after another shoots through her. Looking up from between her thighs, James says teasingly, "Let me know if I do anything you like." Diane just lay there breathing hard, trying to catch her breath. Her whole body is dripping with sweat and she is trembling uncontrollably as he starts kissing his way back up her body. As they meet face to face again, James pauses and looks deep into her eyes. Spreading her legs further, he moves up and impales her on the thick pole of his manhood. She wraps her legs around him as he begins taking long deep thrusts, rocking her body off the bed. They move together as an undulating wave of sweaty flesh, gasping and moaning until Diane goes stiff; crying out in pleasure as another orgasmic wave slams through her body. When her orgasm subsides, he rolls over on his back to wait for her to recover. When she can move again, she rolls over and moves her body between his legs. She squeezes his cock firmly in her hands and after pumping it a couple times, she lowers her lips to the head and slips them over it while she massages his balls with her free hand. She then begins to suck hard as she slides her mouth up and down his hard shaft. After laying back to enjoy the sensation for a few minutes, James runs his fingers through her moist blonde hair saying, "That feels nice, but I'm not finished with you yet." His cock slips from her lips with a loud pop as she looks up at him, "You're not??" "Not yet. Get on top and ride it." Diane climbs on top of him and straddles his hips. She slowly lowers herself onto his cock, her head back, her eyes closed, moaning with pleasure as she begins grinding her hips down and around on his cock. As Diane slowly rides up and down on his cock, James reaches up to massage her breasts in his hands before pulling the soft, fleshy orbs to him making her moan louder as he sucks and bites on her hard nipples. As the passion builds, he slides his hands down to her hips, and starts slamming her body down on his cock as he continues ramming upward into her soaking cunt, pounding her like she's never had it before. As he picks up speed, Diane's moans of pleasure take on a fevered pitch; while James enjoys the show with her long blond hair flying into the air and her unfettered breasts bouncing wildly up and down in time with his thrusts. As she feels her orgasm building, she knows she can't hold out any longer; her legs are trembling and her pussy feels like it is about to explode ... "Oh god!" she screams as her pussy spasms uncontrollably around his cock. James starts fucking her harder as she starts to climax, her cries of passion echoing around the room. As her muscles clamp down on his cock, it explodes like an erupting volcano inside her, filling her with stream after stream of hot sticky cum before they collapse together in a sweaty heap. When they can move again, he curls up next to her. Holding each other, they gently kiss. Looking deep into his eyes, "If I'd known it was going to be like this, I would have jumped your bones a long time ago." "Hmm .... If I had known you wanted it that bad, I would have let you. Does Gerald work Friday?" Friends with Benefits As a married man with custody of my daughter from a previous marriage, my wife and I have a lot of time to ourselves during the summer when our daughter visits her Mom. Needless to say, we always enjoy playing outdoors in the South Florida sun. We have a gorgeous backyard and pool that gets used quit often during the summer months. Since my current wife is a teacher, we basically have a 2 month vacation each year with no work & no kids. Since I am self-employed, I make sure we spend as much time together as possible. My wife, Hannah also has a lot of teacher friends that aren’t bad looking either. Hannah stands 5’3” 125, beautiful blonde hair, hazel eyes, and a smile that stops most men right in their tracks. Hannah and I have played around with a few couples from time to time and this story is about a fun encounter with a teacher friend of hers and her boyfriend. Hannah called Dena and asked her if her and Paul would like to come over for a few drinks and a dip in the pool. This was out first weekend together since our daughter left and we were looking forward to playing around. I guess I should describe Hannah’s friend Dena as well. Dena is a true Italian American Princess with dark olive skin, big tits, and a body that exudes sexuality. She has dark hair and a flirting personality that makes every guy think she wants them, me included. We have played around with them before but never a full swap. Her boyfriend Paul is about 5’8” average build and self employed like myself. We always a have a lot to talk about and enjoy discussing business and our sexy ladies. As they arrived we were greeted with Dena’s customary kiss on the cheek and quick hug. I only tolerate the goofy kissing thing because it gives me a chance to feel her big tits on my chest. Every body got comfortable and we all made our way out to the deck and I took everyone’s drink order. After making the drinks and returning to the pool, I soon realized that I was the only one wearing my swim trunks. I didn’t want to be the odd man out so I quickly delivered the drinks and asked Hannah to remove my trunks which she did as a strip show to our guest. By the time she got my trunks off I was sporting all 7 inches at full mast. Hannah quickly took care of this by engulfing my cock and slurping like she hadn’t had dick in a year. I broke away from my 1st class blowjob and jumped in the pool to cool off. After regaining my composure I figured it was time to get rid of our tan lines. We all put our chairs in a semi circle facing the sun and started to relax. Well, it doesn’t take these two ladies long to start feeling the effect of the sun on their desires. I felt Hannah reach over and start stroking my cock and when I opened my eyes, Dena and Paul were engaged in the same activity. I loved looking in to Dena’s pussy and seeing her sex just dripping out of her. This woman had a pussy that tasted like candy. Dena was stroking Paul’s 8” to its full size and we each traded glances to see how the other was doing. Unfortunately Hannah had a few to many drinks by the time they arrived and was now feeling the effects and said she needed to go lay down before she got sick. I was very disappointed but told her I would wake her in an hour or so. She gave me a peck on the lips and told me to be good. I told her I would be the best I possibly could. No sooner than Hannah was in the house, Dena reached down between her legs and started fingering her wet pussy. With her stroking Paul and watching her action, I was getting pretty excited. Needless to say, I was fully hard and ready to go but I had one thing on my mind. Hannah and I had not discussed how far we could or should go with these guys so I was in a dilemma. To make matters worse, Dena looked over at me and asked me if I liked watching her stoke her pussy. Have you ever heard a dumber question? I said she looked like she needed some more action and I asked if she needed any help. Dena said she wanted to try and take both of us and make us cum all over her. She was talking in that sluty voice that every man loves to hear from a woman. I got up and walked over to were Dena was sitting (in a reclining lawn chair) and got on my knees between her legs. As soon as I touch her dripping pussy she started making those cute little cooing sounds that showed her approval. As I started licking her, Paul got up and stood beside her and started feeding her his cock. Dena started sucking him like there was no tomorrow and the more they went at it, the more I dove in to her. All the sudden I had a thought. Was Hannah watching us or was she really filling sick. I looked up at our bedroom window that faces the pool and I noticed a little movement in the blinds. She was watching! I was loving this but still didn’t know how far I should take it. Paul and I kept Dena entertained for a while and then I stood up and told her I wanted to fuck her. Dena pulled Paul’s cock from her lips and told me fuck her hard so Paul could watch. I kept looking over at our window as I eased my cock all the way in. I didn’t know which was more exciting, fucking Dena or having Hannah watch me. It really didn’t matter because I had both and I wasn’t about to waste an opportunity like this. All the excitement had me ready to cum way to fast so I pulled out and squatted back down to lick her pussy some more. Then I stood up and walked over to the other side of Dena and started stroking my cock by her face. She quickly caught on and turned her head and said thanks for the fun. Now Paul got between her legs and started driving his cock home while Dena blew me. This was great and we kept changing positions for about 20 minutes before Dena said that she wanted us both in her moth at the same time. I was the one between her legs when she said this so I just straddled her chest and offered my cock to her hungry mouth. Dena turned her head slightly (Still having Paul in her mouth) and I gave her what she wanted. There was this pretty woman with two decent sized cocks in her mouth. Not very practical but it sure was sexy to watch. It showed how hot and horny she was. Paul pulled out and said he couldn’t take it any more he had to fuck her again. So Paul got back between her legs started driving it home while Dena hummed her excitement over my raging hardon. Paul then said he wanted to switch again so I got between her legs as Paul took my place in her mouth. Now Paul was going to lose it and told her he was going to come in her mouth. This got me excited and I started ramming her as hard as I could. I was afraid the chair wouldn’t hold all the action but kept pounding her anyway. Soon I saw Paul start to thrust his hips and then Dena was gulping and sucking him like crazy. This sent me over the edge so I pulled out and started blowing my load all over her tits. What a sight to see, a pretty lady sucking and fucking in the hot Florida sun. Paul pulled out of her mouth and blew a few loads on her tits as well so Dena’s tits were covered with cum. Paul and I were both covered with sweat so we jumped in the pool to cool off as we watched Dena lay there and continue to finger herself. I couldn’t believe this, this lady takes to cocks at once and doesn’t get off. Dena started saying she needed more cock so Paul and I got out of the pool and stood next to her just watching the sex before us. Dena stood up threw her chair cushion on the deck and told Paul to lay down. Paul quickly laid down as he was instructed and Dena went to work on his still recovering cock. I took this opportunity to get behind her and start licking her sopping wet pussy. As soon as Dena had Paul back to his full 8”, she jumped on his cock and buried herself all the way. She said she wasn’t done and she wanted both of us again. I couldn’t believe this woman, she was horny as hell and about to get fucked again. I watched with amazement as Paul’s cock stretcher her pussy in the most beautiful way. I quickly scooted up behind her and started messaging her ass. She started thrusting her ass against my hand as it would approach her rosebud. I took this as a hint and started working my finger in her ass using her sweat and the cream spilling out of her pussy. She was quick to take my finger and start a great rhythm. She said she wanted my cock in her ass so she could have the ultimate orgasm. Who am I to deny a woman in need. I quickly rubbed my cock in her pussy juice and started working my head in to her ass. What a sight this was. Dena was riding one cock and asking for another up her ass. I could feel Paul’s cock as he continued pounding her from below. I eased my cock in as slowly as I could but Dena was actually sucking it in with her butt muscles. Wow, what a feeling! As we settled in to a great little rhythm, I looked up and saw our blinds all contorted as I saw Hannah watching us. She had to be masturbating because the blinds were shaking as she watched. I couldn’t make out her facial expressions but I could tell she must have been approving of what she was watching. Since this was me and Paul’s second time around we were able to last for a while despite the erotic situation at hand. This time it was Dena’s turn to cum, and cum she did! All the sudden she threw herself down on Paul’s chest and thrust her ass back towards me, screaming yes, yes, this is it, fuck me you two! This woman spasmed like crazy, sucking us both for all we were worth. Paul and I both told her we were going to come in her and she begged for it saying how much she needed this. She told us both not to pull out but to stay inside until we got soft and feel out. I think Dena may have actually passed out for a moment as she lay on Paul’s chest. My cock was shrinking quickly and soon fell out of her ass with a little plop and a lot of cum. I looked down and Paul’s cock was half out as well. I stood and jumped in the pool and quickly rinsed off as I prepared for another round with my voyeur wife who was waiting in our bedroom. I told Dena and Paul that I was going to go check on Hannah and would be back in a few. Needless to say, I didn’t return anytime soon. But that is for the next chapter. To be continued here in Loving Wives For questions or comments, e-mail us. Friends with Benefits The first time I met B--, I thought he was just a tall, nice looking white guy with a ponytail. He was rugged looking, with dirty blond hair and what seemed like a permanent shaggy unshaved unkempt look, kind of what the stereotype of a gaijin was when I was in Japan and what some of my female co-workers in the office would look for when they went to ex-pat clubs to trawl for American and European white men. The first time we went out for drinks after we met, he came onto me very strong, touching me with his hands and massaging my shoulders and touching my knee and even running his hand up my thighs! I resisted him that night, having never met someone that bold and cocky and a little bewildered by his almost animal-like desire, but he was persistent and the next time we went out for drinks we ended up back at my place sharing a bottle of wine. I didn't really want a relationship with him, but once I saw his cock, and especially after I felt it in my mouth and inside me, I couldn't say stop. I thought to myself that I would only have one night of sex with him, a "one night stand" without any commitments. But even though I clearly told him that I didn't want to have a regular relationship with him, over the next few months we still would end up occasionally having sex. I could not resist him! Whenever we went out for drinks, I would always get too horny to resist fucking him. I knew that he really wasn't looking for a permanent relationship either, so it worked out well with no delusions on either side. For about a year B-- was one of my "friends with benefits." We would go out and get a drink, sometimes ending up drunk and horny either at my apartment or in some other place like the back seat of his car having a quickie. Later on, when I met the man who eventually became my husband, I took a break from fucking B--. When I met my fiancé, at first I didn't tell him about my hook ups with B--, but eventually when I knew i was in love, I told him about B--, expecting that I wouldn't be having sex with B-- anymore and I wanted to tell my fiancé the truth. He seemed very curious about every single detail about what I had done with B--. He asked about the size of his cock, the positions we used when we were fucking, even what his sperm tasted like! I thought at first it was just because he was jealous and was obsessed about the details because of that, which he certainly was. But then before he asked me to marry him, before our engagement, my fiancé asked one night if I was still seeing B-- as a "FWB"--I told him the truth that I had not, but that occasionally B-- still emailed and asked me to go out for dinner or drinks. I was being honest that I had turned B-- down each time he had asked me out, but I didn't mention that B-- and I had also occasionally exchanged some racy sexting messages with some revealing photos attached. I had kept our exchanges to sexting because I knew that if we actually met for drinks there was no doubt that we were going to have sex, and I didn't want to get into an awkward situation. I was truly in love with my fiancé and was now willing to give up any communication with B-- if that was going to threaten the increasingly serious relationship with my soon-to-be fiancé. He paused and very carefully said that he didn't mind if I went for drinks with B--, as long as I came home afterward and told him everything that had happened. I thought he might be testing me, and so I told him that I didn't really want to, and would rather not. My fiancé turned and looked me in the eye. "But don't you miss being fucked by him?" I didn't answer. "I know you do, and I know that you loved having sex with him without any strings attached. I don't want you to deprive yourself, and it excites me to think that you will be fucking him and then coming home to me. Will you feel guilty if you fuck him? Do you want me to punish me when you come home?" I still didn't answer, not sure where this conversation was going to lead. But I was only mildly surprised because I had already learned (to my deep sexual satisfaction) how open and supportive my future husband was of my strong sexual drive, but I wasn't completely comfortable with the idea. I just wasn't ready at that time to do anything that might risk our relationship, and so I told him I wasn't interested. I thought I saw a look of disappointment in his eyes, but we moved on to talking about something else. It was about a year after we got married that we happened to see B-- while we were food shopping. I chatted with B--for just a few seconds after introducing him to my new husband, very aware of how awkward the situation was. It had been almost two years since I had last seen B--, but I was surprised how my body almost instantly responded to his presence, even with my husband next to me. My body flushed and I felt the familiar tingling as my lips swelled and grew wet. Later that night after dinner, my husband asked casually if I still felt any attraction to B--. I was wary, not wanting to trigger his jealousy, and so I was about to lie and tell him that there was nothing there but before I could say anything my husband said that he wanted me to have drinks with B-- and if there was still any sexual attraction between us he wanted me to fuck him and come home and tell him every detail. I was shocked when I realized that he was serious. I sat in silence and thought about what he said for several minutes, before asking, "Are you sure? Won't you be jealous?" He carefully said "Yes, I will be jealous," but he added that he would be excited thinking about what I was doing, and that when I returned home, he would enjoy having me beg for his forgiveness. I was incredibly turned on by the idea of being able to enjoy sex with B-- again, but even more exciting was the prospect of what it would be like when I returned home. We were both so turned on by just the idea of my cheating on my husband with his permission that we immediately tore our clothes off and fucked right there on the kitchen floor. After we were spent, lying in each others arms sweaty and tingling from our fucking, my husband told me that he was serious about my fucking B--, and if I wanted to do it too, there were some conditions. He said that B-- had to know what the situation was, so that B-- knew that he was being "allowed" to fuck me, rather than "stealing" something he wasn't supposed to have. I said yes, and after we showered and cleaned up I sent an email to B-- saying that it had been great running into him that day, and asking if he wanted to have a drink and catch up. I received an immediate reply "YES!!!!!!" in bold caps and a series of exclamation marks. We made arrangements to meet that Friday night at one of the bars we used to always go to, and for the rest of the week my husband and I had amazing sex every morning and at night again, talking about what I was about to do. Just the idea of it was enflaming our desire for each other, and I marvelled at how the prospect of me being with another man was having such an effect on our sex life. Finally, Friday came and I spent all day readying myself. I went through different outfits, trying to imagine which one would be the easiest to get out of quickly (!), and finally decided on a simple black cocktail dress which I knew would turn B-- on but also be easy for me to get out of--in fact I wouldn't even have to take it off, since pulling it down would expose my braless breasts and pulling it up would expose my g-string panties which were so skimpy that i wouldn't even have to pull them off for B-- to fuck me. My husband helped me get ready, even picking out the high heel "fuck me" pumps for me to wear. He drove me to the bar and dropped me off outside. My g-string was already soaked from my wetness, and my lips were so swollen that they were wrapped around the thin material of my wet panties! One glance at B-- when I walked in and i could tell from the way he was looking at me that he wanted to fuck. I wanted to leave immediately and do just that, but we went through some obligatory small talk catching up, which made me even hornier in anticipation, before I whispered to him that i was feeling horny and ready to get fucked. B-- seemed only a little surprised, and he smiled and asked "What about your husband?" Right away, in front of B--, I phoned my husband and asked him if he minded if I went home with B-- and fucked him. He said 'yes, of course,' right away without hesitation, and so while still on the phone I gave B-- the eye signal that I wanted to leave right that moment. He paid the bill and we left and got in his car. We were so horny that we couldn't even wait to get to his apartment, and so we found a secluded parking space and before he had even stopped the car I had unzipped his pants and pulled his already erect cock out, sucking it right into my mouth and down my throat. He used both of his hands to grab my hair and jam my head up and down on his rock hard shaft. Just to explain, one of the reasons I had always liked being "friends with benefits" with B--, was that one of those benefits was his just monstrous cock, over 20cm long and thick and hefty like a long sausage. I just loved getting into the back of his car after we had drinks, unzipping his pants, and pulling out his still soft shaft and sucking it until it was hard and heavy. It would grow in my mouth, sliding deeper and deeper down my throat and gaining denser and denser mass until i could barely breathe. Tonight, he was already so hard that I missed the chance to feel his shaft expand in my throat, but I wasn't complaining! B-- was pumping my head up and down until I was gagging and sputtering, and the choking noises I was making seemed to turn him on even more. The sense of raw animal lust and danger of suffocating made me even hornier, and when I reached between my own legs to rub myself while he was using my throat for a hard face fucking, as soon as I touched myself i came. My convulsions triggered him and he thrust upwards at the same time that he pushed hard with both hands on the back of my head, driving my mouth all the way down to his balls. His spurts of cum came retching back up out of my throat and after he released my head I was coughing and drooling sperm and saliva all over the front of my black dress. B-- then threw me face down on the driver seat with my ass facing out the open door and began fucking me doggy style from outside the car. He was much hornier than usual that night, attacking me like a beast. His cock was still hard even after coming, and he kept fucking me like an crazed animal through another two orgasms that were so strong that I blacked out for a bit after each, before he finally came for a second time deep inside me. When I got home to my husband, I was a mess. The front of my black dress was covered with crusted dried sperm. When my husband lifted up the bottom of my skirt, he saw rivulets of runny sperm dribbling down the insides of my thighs and my pussy lips were still swollen and red from the hard pounding that B--'s huge cock had given me. I felt guilty and sheepish for having enjoyed sex with another man so much, and so I dropped to my knees and begged for his forgiveness. That seemed to trigger a cruel seething anger in him, and I felt a cold rush of fear as he threw me down on the ground and began ripping the dress from my body. He slapped my ass hard, shocking a loud gasp of pain from my lungs, calling me a slut and a whore. The words melted me, and I grovelled for his mercy, kissing his feet as he spanked and slapped me, each stinging blow purging more of my guilt. When he unzipped his pants, I could see that he was engorged and harder than I had ever seen him, his cock curving up towards his stomach and leaking clear pre-cum. I begged to suck him but he slapped my face in answer, grabbing me by my hair and ordering me to lick his ass instead. I eagerly began lapping at his brown hole, hoping for even more degrading and humiliating tasks, anything to please him. When he finally was satisfied with my tongue's licking and cleaning of his asshole, he pulled my head over his straining cock and began pumping it up and down, his hands grasping fistfuls of my hair just like B-- had in the car. Although my husband's cock wasn't nearly as big as B--'s, the violence of his anger led to a much harsher face fucking. I could feel my throat burning and the stomach acid and bile coming up as he rammed his hips into my face at the same time that he used both hands to pump my head up and down his shaft. For the first time ever in my life while sucking a cock, I began to vomit, the burning mixture of the drink i had with B-- and my dinner earlier exploding out of my mouth even as my husband continued to pump in and out of my throat. I was choking and gasping for air as my throat contracted involuntarily, clenching again and again to expel the vomit, and my husband plunged his cock as deep as it would go down my throat so he could enjoy the rhythmic milking of my throat muscles as I repeatedly gagged. With a final yell, he started coming deep inside my throat, the pulsing contractions of his cock discordant with the convulsions of my gagging. Still holding my hair with his left hand like a dog leash, he pulled out of my throat and mouth and gave me a wide swinging full slap with his right hand, sending saliva, sperm, and vomit flying off my face and out of my mouth. I would have fallen over except he held me upright by my hair, jerking me upwards before giving me an even harder backhanded slap that sent me flying the opposite way, my cheeks stinging hot. Again he jerked me upright by my hair and kept me from falling over, slapping me back and forth five or six times until my cheeks were numb and I was blacking out. My husband derisively called me "B--'s cumslut," telling me I needed to be punished for my inability to resist my sexual desires. He said that I was lucky to have such an understanding and forgiving Master, and I eagerly nodded in agreement, sincerely believing with every bit of my soul exactly that. "Thank you, Master!" I groveled again and again, so grateful for his absolution and punishment. The rest of the evening he gave me a bath and washed me, cleansing me of my sins and welcoming me back into his loving and forgiving arms. From then on, I could not and did not stop myself from fucking B-- whenever I had the chance, each time returning to my husband's harsh and just punishment to absolve me of my sins. My husband even took a series of pictures of me to send--a gift from him to mark the special "friendship" that I was allowed to have with B--. Since that first time, I have regularly had sex with B-- whenever I feel extra horny and want a big thick cock and hard animal sex with no emotions or feeling involved. I always come home and confess my sins to my husband, begging him to punish and absolve me. We treat my sexual encounters with B-- as a kind of foreplay, and so I get some great fucking from B-- and then come home tingling with anticipation of what my husband will do to punish me. It has led to some incredible, nasty rough sex, which combined with the great sex with B-- beforehand, has led to some amazing days that leave me exhausted and satiated. Friends With Benefits "Hi Alexis!" Rob called, waving to his friend as she wakled up his driveway. He couldn't help admiring her thin, black legs in her short skirt and heeled boots. He'd been attracted to her since first meeting her at Long Shots, but had respected that they had met looking for just friends. She had a boyfriend, and he was married (although his relationship was very casual and open about sex with other partners). "Hi Rob." Alexis came up the stairs and gave him a hug. He took secret pleasure in smelling the clean smell of her perfume before pulling back to open the door. "I'm glad you found the place alright," Rob told her as he invited her inside. "GPS doesn't seem to like my neighborhood." "I got turned around a bit, but nothing serious." Alexis started to shrug out of her coat so Rob took the shoulders and helped her out of it before hanging it up near the door. "That's good." Rob led Alexis deeper into the house. "Let me give you the grand tour." Rob led Alexis through the house, showing her the main rooms, kid's room, guest bathroom, and his bedroom and master bath. At the end of the tour, he led her outside to the garage where Tina and his kids were playing. He took a minute to introduce everyone, then Tina led the girls inside. "Have fun with him Alexis," she said with a wink and a smile. "All the fun you want..." she called just before closing the door to the house, leaving the two of them alone. "Uhm... here's the pool table." Rob said quietly, obviously trying to change the subject before Alexis asked any questions. "I see that," she answered, laughing. "What did your wife mean as she was going inside?" she asked, despite Rob's feeble attempt to distract her. "It's a bit complicated..." he answered nervously. "How so?" He cleared his throat, then told her "We have a bit of an open relationship, and since I've mentioned to her that I found you attractive..." he trailed off. "What?" Alexis prodded after a short pause. "That's, uhm...," he explained, "her way of telling you that she's okay with, uhm, us having sex if you wanted to." Rob blushed deeply, his entire head and neck turning red. Embarassed, he turned away from Alexis, busying his hands and giving himself an excuse to keep his head down by racking the balls on the table. He was embarrassed, but was more nervous about losing Alexis as a friend if she thought he was just friendly hoping to get between her legs. When she touched his arm he twitched, but turned to face her. "It's okay," she told him. "I think it's kind of cute and funny." "Should I break or do you want to?" he answered lamely. She just smiled and gestured at the table. He nodded, finished the rack, and started the game. The two of them played a few games, drank a couple of beers, and took a bathroom break. When they came back, it was Alexis' turn to break. Rob had lost the last game, so he racked the balls. Alexis set herself up, lining up her shot, and when she was ready, she drew back the cue and hit. The stick didn't hit solidly, and the rack barely broke apart. "Crap!" Alexis complained. "I screwed that one up." "It's alright," Rob told her. "I'll re-rack it and you can try it again." He did just that, then walked the cue ball back over to her. Setting it down, he said "Do you mind if I give you a little help?" "No!" she exclaimed. "I'll take all the help you're willing to give me!" "Okay. Go ahead and set up like you normally do, but don't hit the ball yet." Alexis nodded and set up, bending over the table and lining up her shot. "Okay," Rob told her. "Now..." Rob stepped up behind her, putting his left hand on the table by the stick and his right hand over Alexis' hand on the stick. The position forced him to stand very close to her, close enough that his hips and crotch were pressed tightly against her ass and lower back. He cleared his throat gently, the earlier conversation about Tina's comment going through his head quickly. "Port of your problem," he told her, "is that you keep trying to power your break with your whole arm, but all you should be moving is your lower arm, letting it pendulum." He moved his arm, demonstrating what he meant and moving the stick. "That gives you more control. Give it a try." Alexis moved the stick as Rob had showed her, but when she did her whole body moved a little with the motion. It caused her ass to slide back and forth over Rob's cock, and he felt himself stiffening in his jeans. "Ok," he told her quietly, nervous. "When you're ready, go ahead and hit, but only move that part of your arm." "Ok." Alexis answered, and Rob could swear she sounded amused. Rob stayed where he was to help guide Alexis' arm as she hit. The hit was clean and solid, and the break was good, but Rob didn't really notice right away. When she hit the ball, the force of the hit pushed her body back and her ass ground once, hard, against Rob's already stiffening cock, making it stiffen one final time to it's full size. "How was that, Rob?" Alexis asked. "Rob?" she asked when he didn't answer. She let go of the stick, leaving it in Rob's hand as she turned to face him, still between his arms. When she turned, her ass and hip rubbed against his hard cock again, making him turn bright red with embarrassment. "What's wrong, Rob?" she asked him. "Uhm..." he stammered. "Nothing, uhm, nothing is wrong." "It wasn't as hard as I thought it would be,"she told him, a smile painted large on her face. "No. No, it's not hard at all," Rob said, the color on his face deepening. Alexis' smile got deeper as she looked up at Rob. "Oh, I think you're 'plenty' hard." She reached out quickly, and before Rob could react, she had grabbed hold of his cock through his jeans and given it a squeeze. He stepped back quickly, shock written across his face. "Alexis..." he said, but paused, not sure how to finish. He wanted this to continue, had fantasized about it in fact, but wasn't willing to sacrifice their friendship for it. "Tina did tell me to have 'all' the fun with you I wanted..." Alexis said, then hopped up to sit on the edge of the pool table. She leaned over and took his hand, drawing him to her. "Besides, you aren't the only one who enjoyed your cock being all over my ass." That said, she spread her legs and slipped Rob's hand between them and under her skirt. Alexis' thighs were the first things other than her hand that his touched. They were silky smooth and so warm to the touch that they were almost hot. With her eyes on Rob's the whole time, Alexis very slowly moved his hand up her thighs and he could feel it warming up until it pressed against Alexis' panty-less, neatly-trimmed pussy. She sighed as she moved his hand up and down her pussy lips a few times, then let him go. He pulled his hand back and wasn't surprised to find it slick and glistening with Alexis' juices. "If you can't tell, I really like it too." "Yeah..." Rob answered slowly as he brought his hand up to his mouth almost automatically. "I think I got that part." Without really thinking about it first, Rob licked Alexis' juices from his hand, enjoying the sweet, musky taste on his tongue. "Good?" Alexis asked, her good humor evident in her voice and deep, seductive smile. When he nodded, she leaned back, bracing herself with her hands behind her on the table and spread her legs further. "Would you like to take it straight from the source?" she asked by way of invitation. Rob didn't say anything, just sank slowly to his knees in answer. Alexis lifted her legs and rested them comfortable on his shoulders as he leaned in. He used his hands to push her skirt up to her waist them rested them on the edge of the table. Very gently, he kissed the inside of Alexis' right thigh and took encouragement from her quiet sigh. Slowly, Rob kissed his way up Alexis' smooth, chocolate-colored thighs, alternation thighs with every kiss until he reached her wet, hot pussy. He placed a soft kiss on her pink lips, then probed slowly with his tongue. It slipped easily between her lips as he began a slow and steady exploration of the new pussy. Licking gently between her lips, around them and over them. He explored every fold of pink and brown flesh, leaving her clit for last as he began to learn the intricacies of flavor, smell, and texture that had been gifted to him. Rob took his time, slowly lifted both Alexis and himself to new heights of arousal until Alexis interrupted his explorations. "Oh Rob..." she sighed. "Make me cum... I want you to make me cum..." Lengthening the strokes of his tongue, Rob began to run it over Alexis' already hard clit with every stroke. He kept his pace slow, varying only in the way he stroked. A flat tongue straight up her slit, the tip of his tongue flicked gently over her clit, a hard probe of his tongue like a small, wet cock into her pussy. Alexis' breathing grew more ragged as she drew closer to orgasm. Finally, she tightened her thighs onto his head. "Oooh Rob!" she groaned as she started to shake, her orgasm slow to release but very intense all the way to the finish. As she was cumming, Rob found it oddly satisfying to be in the submissive position. Normally, he was the dominant one but Alexis had clearly taken charge and he was more than willing to go with it. When she opened her legs, Rob got up enough to move into the nearby chair, giving Alexis time to recover and allowing her to make the next move. Once her breathing calmed, she got down from the pool table and moved to stand in fromt of Rob. "That was wonderful," she told him quietly before kissing him gently on the lips. "Thank you." "You're welcome." Alexis pulled Rob to his feet and began to undo his pants. As she unzipped them she said "I'd like to give as good as I got." She got to her knees in front of him and pulled his jeans down to his ankles and followed them with his underwear. His still hard cock fell free to stand out in front of him, seven inches long, average thickness, and it and his balls were shaved clean of all hair. She wrapped a hand around it and began to stroke it gently. "Sit back down," she said. Alexis kept hold of Rob's stiff cock as he sat back down, continuing to softly stroke him. He couldn't help but moan softly and close his eyes as Alexis slowly wrapped her hot, moist mouth around the head of his cock. She teased the tip of his cock, flicking her tongue over it, swirling it around the head. Rob's head fell back and he moaned again as Alexis lowered her head an inch, sucking more of his cock into her mouth. She pulled up again slowly, teasing him for another couple of minutes before slipping down again, further. Alexis evidently enjoyed sucking cock, and was certainly good at it. As she sucked him in and out of her mouth, she gently twisted her head from side to side, rubbed his head over the roof of her mouth, and swirled her tongue around his head, varying the sensations and driving him wild. He wasn't sure exactly when she started, but when he lifted his head to watch her dark, succulent lips wrapped around his white cock, he saw that her skirt was still up around her waist and she was busily fingering her dripping wet pussy. "Oh... Alexis, I'm getting close,"Rob moaned, trying to warn her as he felt his chest getting tighter, his balls tensing, and his cock flushing with more blood. "Mmmmm..." The sound of anticipation vibrated through her mouth, making his dick tingle. Alexis lifted her eyes to look Rob in the face as she sped up a little, eager to make him cum, wanting to taste it. Her fingers worked her pussy faster at the same time; she wanted to cum with him. Rob's balls tightened a few seconds later and he groaned aloud as his cock twitched and sprayed his thick, hot, salty cum deep into Alexis' mouth, which she swallowed fast before pulling her mouth from Rob's cock and groaning as she came again, soaking her hand in pussy juice. Alexis and Rob both took a couple of minutes to wind down and catch their breath, until Rob started to soften. Alexis reached out and took a hold of him again, stroking him back to full staff. "Oh no!"she chided him with a smile. "That better not be all you have for me. I'm not ready to be done yet." "Looks to me like it's ready to go again,"Rob told her with a smile. "What did you have in mind?" "Well, if you have a condom, I'm aching to have my pussy filled..." she told him, leering at him with a hungry look in her eyes. "I have several in the house, but I can promise you I'm clean." "I'm not worried about that because you're military. I figured that much already. I just don't need another baby daddy," she explained. Rob smiled, knowing he already had a solution to her worry. "No need to worry abouy that, either. I had a vasectomy over a year ago. I'll go inside and get one though, if you prefer..." "You can't get me pregnant?" Alexis asked. "You're sure?" "100%," he told her with a smile. Alexis smiled back and stood up, keeping her hand wrapped firmly around Rob's cock. She stepped forward, straddling his lap and the chair before slowly squatting down. She guided Rob's cock into her pussy as she sat on his lap and they both moaned as her soaked, tight pussy slid over him all the way to the base. "Oh Rob, that feels so good,"she whispered as he wrapped his arms around her back and pulled her tight to him. "Yes it does," he told her before gently taking her earlobe into his mouth and sucking on it. She sighed, then pulled away enough to free his mouth for a soft but passionate kiss. Her tongue slipped between his lips, dancing with his until she pulled back for air. Alexis used her legs to lift herself up, sliding her tight pussy almost off of Rob's cock before lowering herself down. Watching his face, Alexis slowly fucked him in his chair for several minutes, gasping and sighing as he hit a sensitive spot or her clit rubbed against him. When her legs got too tired to continue, she sat back down all the way on him and started rocking her hips back and forth, sliding him in and out of her slick pussy that way. Rocking back and forth caused Alexis' clit to rub across Rob with every movement, and she came for a third time shortly after. Once she did, Rob stopped her to change positions, since her neatly trimmed hair was rough against his shaved skin. He wrapped his arms around her and picked her up as he stood up, then walked the two of them to the pool table. He set Alexis down on the edge as she giggled, and she leaned back and braced herself up with her hands. Rob gripped her hips and began to fuck her, deep, fast strokes. Rob fucked Alexis while she rubbed her clit with a finger, and the two of them made her cum two more times before Rob thrust forward one last time as he filled her with jizz. The two of them collapsed onto the pool table, Rob on top of Alexis as they caught their breath. When he was able to, Rob got up straight and pulled his cock from Alexis, laughing quietly as he watched his cum slip from her and run down into the crack of her ass to pool on the edge of the table. "Let me help you sit up." Rob offered her his hand, then pulled her back up to a sitting position. He pulled his underwear and pants back on as Alexis stood up and pulled her skirt back down. "You're good," Alexis told him, sounding very pleased as she wrapped her arms around Rob and gave him a hug. "We're going to do this again." "I'd like that Alexis," Rob told her, "as long as we stay friends, I'd like that a lot." Alexis gave him a quick peck on the cheek and with a smile she told him "Next time, I might even give you my ass, since you obviously like it so much." Rob could only grin. To Be Continued? Friends with Benefits Aeri sat in her car and fidgeted. She stared at her phone for a moment before texting Logan and letting him know she was here. She wanted to convince herself that she was just here to watch a hockey game and hang out. But she knew better. All Logan had to do was make a move, and her resistance was gone. They had been friends for years. From the moment they kicked off their friendship though, there had always been a tension between them. One afternoon, when they were hanging out, they gave into that tension, and their "friends with benefits" relationship was born. It always was when she went to his place. Now she was here to see his new condo. "It's going to happen." She thought to herself as she opened her door. By the time she got out of the car and made her way across the parking lot to the building, Logan was already waiting at the door. He smiled as he held the door open for her. "All the way up." He said. "You look good in that skirt." He said as he followed her up the stairs. She was wearing a knee length denim skirt and one shoulder top, her blonde hair down to her mid-back. She stopped and turned her head to look at him. Sunglasses perched on top of her hair, she smirked. "I know. And I know you like it." Aeri knew what was going to happen. "Consequences be damned" she thought as she opened the door to his condo and walked in. She kicked off her flip flops at the door. She turned and gave him a big hug. "Congrats on the new place, hun" she said. "Ready for the tour?" Logan asked. "Lead away." Aeri replied. He showed her the entire unit, telling her what his plans were, what he was going to change, and what he liked. It was a 3rd floor unit with a decent sized balcony. "I like it. Your work so far has paid off." "Want a drink?" He asked. The game was about to start, so they were heading for the couch. "Water for me. I have to drive home later." He chuckled and tossed a bottle of water at her. "I don't think I've ever seen you drink." "I don't do it very often. One of these days though, you might get lucky" she smirked. The look on his face was priceless as she turned around and sat on the couch. At the first intermission, they started having a very upfront conversation. "So how come after all this time, you still fidget around me?" Logan asked. "I don't know" Aeri replied. "I can totally relax and be myself around you. There's no pressure, no expectations, nothing. I don't get it." That was all the invitation Logan needed. He leaned in, put a hand on the side of her face and kissed her. He felt her melt in his embrace. Within seconds, Logan had pulled Aeri onto his lap. She hiked her skirt up slightly as she straddled him. He ran his fingers through her hair as he kissed her deeply, feeling the anticipation building inside of him. Aeri was grinding against his ever hardening manhood as the make out session continued. She was almost at her limit. She could feel the heat building within her. Logan pushed her onto her back on the couch, and moved on top of her. He continued kissing her, moving down her neck to her shoulder. As he kissed her neck, Aeri moaned. Logan was the only one who knew that spot. It was her weakness. "Want to take this back to the bedroom?" Logan asked. Aeri nodded. She was shaking with need. He grabbed her hand and led her back to his bedroom. He kissed her again, wrapping his arms around her as he walked her backwards toward the bed. "Take your pants off' Aeri commanded. "Why don't you do it?" he asked. Aeri sat on the edge of the bed and pulled his shorts down, exposing his rigid shaft. She ran her fingers over it slowly before gripping it and lowering her mouth around it. Logan tipped his head back and groaned. "Oh Damn Aeri" he moaned. She slowly took as much of him as she could, running her tongue around him. He was thick, so it was difficult for her to take it all in quick strides. She picked up her pace and intensity as she also started stroking him in sync with her mouth. Soon, his hands were on her head, pushing her onto it farther as he fucked her mouth. His moans only fueled her. Soon, he could feel his orgasm starting to build. Knowing that she wasn't a fan of swallowing, he stopped her. He pulled her up and kissed her. He reached for the bottom of her shirt, pulling it up and over. He unhooked her bra, letting it fall to the floor. He started working his way lower, grabbing and sucking on her breasts. She reached forward and tugged at his shirt between moans. Logan pulled his shirt up and over his head, tossing it aside. "That skirt has to go." He groaned as she began to unbutton it. She let it fall, stepping out of it, wearing only her lacy purple undies. She looked at him with a sultry expression as she slowly worked them down. She knew she was wet. She could feel it. She wanted him. There wasn't any waiting. He stepped forward and pulled her into a kiss again, his free hand reaching down, over smooth skin, until his fingers found her soft, shaven pussy. His fingers slid over her opening, covering them in her wetness. He slowly pushed a finger inside, feeling her hot and ready for him. He toyed with her clit, which was getting harder by the second. He playfully pushed her back down onto the bed. She spread her legs wide for him, waiting for him to plunge into her. But he wanted to make her scream and beg for it. He knelt at the edge of the bed and began kissing her knee. Slowly, he worked his way closer to her pussy, watching her hips writhe in anticipation as he went. As his tongue flicked out at her clit, he could feel her shaking. He worked his tongue over her opening, savoring her sweet taste. She rocked and moaned as he explored her. She cried out as he slithered his tongue inside of her. He could feel her orgasm approaching. He was purposely bringing her closer to climax. Aeri arched her back and grabbed at the sheets. "Logan" she panted. "Please... I need it... Just take me now!" she begged. Logan worked his way from her pussy to her stomach, up to her breasts. Soon, he was hovering over her, his hard cock pressed against her opening. She raised her hips to meet him, only to have him pull away. He was teasing her. The agony was unbearable. Aeri's mind was racing. All she knew is that she wanted his thick, hard shaft pumping in and out of her tightness now. She didn't want to wait. She pouted. Logan chuckled. "I told you, that doesn't work on me." He responded. She begged him again. He continued to tease her for a few more minutes, pushing the tip against her, starting to slide it in, only to pull it out. She was moaning and writhing beneath him. Finally, he couldn't stand the sight of her arching her back, shaking as she was panting in her need. He pushed up against her, sliding just the head in. A loud moan escaped her. Without warning, Logan slammed the rest of his hardness into her tight, eager pussy. Aeri cried out at the assault. She wrapped her legs around his lower back, trapping him inside of her. He thrust deeply in and out of her as she moaned and worked her hips against him. He rolled over, pulling her astride. "Ride me." he ordered. Aeri rode him hard, grinding her clit against him, rising off of him and slowly sliding back down, only to ride him fervently again. He knew that she wasn't going to last much longer like this. Soon, Aeri's orgasm was too much for her to hold back, and she erupted into a screaming, pulsing, throbbing mess as she shook uncontrollably on top of him. "Come for me baby." Logan growled as he grabbed her hips and worked them against his cock. As Aeri started to come down, he pushed her off of him. "Get on your knees," he growled. She instantly rolled over, onto her knees, ass in the air, ready for him. Logan grabbed her hips and slammed into her again, the full length of his cock burying itself deep inside of her. Aeri cried out at the feeling, only to push back against him and beg for more. "Harder!" she panted as he slammed her over and over. She was going to come again. As her second orgasm shattered her, he slammed her harder. Logan pumped her hard as his cock started throbbing. Soon, he groaned and pushed into her hard as his hot load came spewing forth from his cock, shooting his thick cum deep inside her drenched pussy. He stood, buried inside of her as he emptied his balls, feeling her still throbbing and pulsing around him. Aeri leaned forward, collapsing onto the bed. Logan removed himself from her and lay down beside her. "I'm thinking we missed the second period of the game." She said, the humor evident in her voice. "No worries." Logan replied. "I think there were more important matters to tend to." They finished watching the game, without further incident. As Aeri was about to leave, she kissed Logan on the cheek. "Maybe next time I won't be so fidgety." "Doubt it." Logan responded. She got in her car and headed home, tired, and sore, but satisfied. She realized that no matter what, Logan was always going to be the one temptation she couldn't resist. Friends with Benefits I had gotten divorced several years ago, and since then had preferred remaining single living alone. Although I was in my early fifties, I was still in pretty good shape and had been told I had "bed-room" eyes, whatever that meant. I had certainly enjoyed the occasional fling here and there, but had shied away from anything long-term, which had severely limited my options. I was almost content to remain far more intimate with my own hand, until the perfect woman came along. And to top things off, she'd been living next door to me for several years now. I had guessed Jocelyn (though she preferred being called Joy) to be in either her late thirties, or early forties, though I had of course never asked. They had lived there next to me for several years, Joy and her husband Dave, along with their two daughters Amy and Rebecca. Ironically, my ex-wife and Joy had become fairly good friends, though I hadn't much cared for Dave since the day I had first met him. He was an alcoholic for one thing, but he was also fairly abusive to his wife, and most likely the girls as well. I had felt bad for what I knew was going on, but there was little that we could do about it, except to be there for them in support. Or... if things got even more abusive than we suspected, to step in if necessary. Thankfully, that never happened. Ironically, other things did. In time, I think I became better friends with Joy than my own wife was. After she had kicked Dave out of the house, I'd begun doing more and more to help out whenever I could. Something that Joy and the girls had very much appreciated. Like I said, we'd eventually gotten to the point where we could sit down and have a cup of coffee and discuss just about anything. I'd come to respect and appreciate Joy's honesty, and openness with me, which is maybe why things had become a bit strained between Cindy and me. I had a much better relationship with the next door neighbor than I had with my own wife. And oddly enough...there wasn't a damn thing going on between us, not even once hinted at. And to be honest, maybe it was because of that, that I didn't see things coming, or what was happening in front of my own face. But Joy had. And eventually it reached the point where she felt it was necessary to open my eyes a little, as hard as that was for her to do. I had just finished mowing her lawn and had stepped over to accept a glass of fresh lemonade from her when she asked me to take a seat at her patio table. I could see by the look on her face that she was troubled, especially by the way she seemed to fidget around in her seat, even spinning her own glass of lemonade around in circles, trying to find the courage to say whatever she was going to say perhaps. "What is it Joy? What's wrong?" I finally asked, forcing the issue. She took a sip of her drink, and then set it down, trying to steady herself. "I've really struggled with this for a long time now," she began, looking even more nervous and confused. "Go on," I said steeling myself, though again...some deep-down part of me already knew where this was headed. "I didn't want to say anything to you, until I was sure. After everything you've done for us...the way you've been there for us, and the good friend you've become to me after Dave finally left. The last thing I ever wanted was to say or do anything to hurt you, or cause you pain. Until now." Now it was my turn to sit back, and spin my glass in circles waiting for her to continue. I can honestly say I really had few vices, save for one perhaps. I loved to golf on Sundays. I made a good living, enough so, that Cindy had whatever she wanted, whenever she wanted it. Maybe it was my way of trying to keep things even between us, since I felt that I did more than my fair-share, not only with work...but around the house too. So spending half the day golfing with my friends on Sunday's didn't seem like a whole lot to ask. And Joy of course knew all that. "At first, I didn't really think too much of things..." she began again. "Sometimes I would see you leave in the morning to go golfing. And then not ten or fifteen minutes later I'd see Cindy leave. I figured back then, that maybe she had something going with a group of friends, though I found it a bit odd she never mentioned anything to me about that as close as the two of us supposedly were. The thing is, I began to take a closer notice of it. Always on Sunday, shortly after you left, she would. And then she'd return in a couple of hours, long before you did. I began to notice subtle things when she did. And I hate to say that because by now I was actually spying on her, that those subtle things included her obvious dishevelment whenever she came home. Like she'd been ridden hard, and put away wet...so to speak." As hard as this was to hear, I sat quietly, patiently, taking a sip of my drink again as though some sort of signal for Joy to continue. Which she did. "Even with my suspicions, I didn't want to say anything. Not unless I was one hundred percent sure. Even then, I hesitated Jack. We've become good friends, and I didn't want to lose that, or do anything that would jeopardize the friendship we did have. Until the day came that she didn't leave after you left. Instead...he did. As far as I was concerned, though maybe it shouldn't have been my concern, the moment I saw him sneak up into the house shortly after you'd left was the last straw for me. I knew then, I had to tell you at least this much, and then let you decide for yourself how you wanted to handle it. I just hope...this doesn't destroy our friendship," she smiled worriedly. I stood up, walked over...and kissed her on the forehead. "Thank you," I said softly. And then turned and left for home. It was the hardest week of my entire life. Trying to pretend everything was normal. The following Sunday, I left to play golf as usual, though I'd already told my friends well ahead of time that I wouldn't be able to make it as I had business out of town. The only person I had told about what was going on was my best friend Roger, also a golf buddy, and someone that Cindy had never met. We hurriedly switched cars (and clubs) and then I parked a short distance away from the house...waiting. I figured if she left, I could easily follow her. Or...if he showed up at my place instead, then well...though I had all sorts of thoughts and scenarios racing around inside my head when she actually came out. So...I followed. To make a long story short here, I basically caught her with her pants down so to speak. I followed her to a nearby hotel. Saw her get out of the car and walk up to a particular room where she was met and quickly ushered inside. A hundred bucks, and verification of my ID to the nervous looking desk clerk, finally convinced him to run me a key. After assuring him I wasn't there to cause any trouble...and wouldn't, I took my digital camera with me, put it on video and started recording. I stood listening outside the door for a moment until I was reasonably sure they were already at it. After all, time was precious here. Seconds later I was standing in the doorway recording everything I needed to confirm what I already knew. What I hadn't known until now, was the guy she was with...a married man himself, and someone she worked with, happened to be her lover. So in the long run...I knew this would really turn out well for me if I played my cards right. On Monday, I filed for divorce, with very specific stipulations. Yeah, in a way I guess you could say it was blackmail. Unless Cindy walked...and I mean walked...I threatened to expose her affair and who she'd been having it with where she worked. Needless to say, they both caved in at that imploring me to not say anything to anyone...though I kept my little video as insurance against that until after the divorce was final. Six month's passed, and I had quickly gotten over all this. Though I was a bit gun-shy about really getting serious with anyone again. The occasional overnighter with someone was fine with me, though there were aspects of that, which I did miss. And then low and behold...the solution to all this, which had been living next door to me all this time, suddenly became readily apparent. Though even then, I hadn't been looking for it...or expecting it, when it happened. Neither of us had been. Rebecca had moved out and gone onto college shortly before all this had happened. Now it was Amy's turn to do so within the next week or so. Both girls attending the same University, out of state...which would leave Joy home alone for the very first time really. It was something we talked about, though I had ensured her of course I would always be there for her, and that she could certainly call on me, even if it was just for a little company and someone to talk to. And at first, that was pretty much the way it remained for the next month or so, until circumstance, or fate perhaps stepped in. I had kept up my weekly golf outing with the guys. Something I looked forward to, and which helped to keep me sane. As we'd discussed, my plans were to golf, come back in the afternoon, and then spread and pour some mulch I had gotten for Joy's back yard flower beds. We'd even planned a semi-cozy little barbeque dinner with one another for later on that evening. Something else I was again looking forward to. And then fate, for whatever reason seemed to step in and take over at that point. I had actually waved good-bye to Joy as she stood outside watering her front garden when I left. A short time later I arrived at the course, only to discover that a tournament was going on. Stupid me. I had lost track of the dates, only then realizing I thought the tournament was to be held the following week. Getting back into my car, I headed home again, surprisingly not at all disappointed at the turn of events. If anything, I was looking forward to spending even more time visiting with my dear friend Joy. I even thought about surprising her perhaps. Getting her back gardens filled in and spread with mulch before she even knew I was there. I'd begun doing just that, when by chance I happened to look up and in to what I knew was her bedroom area. I had no intention of spying on her, or doing anything like that. Nor did I expect to see what I was seeing, when I did either. I was dumb-founded to say the least. And a bit stupid too perhaps, but I was frozen with indecision just long enough to complicate the situation even more so. Joy was naked, laying in the middle of her bed, which faced towards me. On her back, her legs spread and bent at the knee, she was currently thrusting what appeared to be a rather large-sized vibrating dildo of some sort, in and out of her pussy. I must have caught her right at the perfect (or imperfect moment depending upon how you looked at it) moment...as she began to climax. As she did, she sort of sat up, the convulsions no doubt intense and pleasurable, which is the first look I saw on her face, followed almost instantaneously by the second one...which was pure unadulterated shock. About all I could do was turn and head sheepishly back towards my own place, leaving shovel, rake and mulch behind in my wake. I sat at my kitchen table, the image of what I'd just seen and witnessed firmly etched inside my head. I was certainly at a loss for words, or action...in what I should say, or even could say...when the phone rang. Quite naturally I jumped. And a quick glance at the caller ID told me who was calling me too. I picked up, but before I could even say anything, I heard Joy's voice coming through on the other end. "Jack? I think we need to talk. I'll pour a coffee for you. Please come back over as soon as you can...ok?" And with that, she hung up without waiting for a response. I sat there looking around the kitchen like I'd find some sort of answer waiting for me there, or at least something to bring over. I know...I know. I grabbed a partially opened bag of Oreo cookies, and took them with me as though needing something...anything. Joy met me at the back door. Thankfully she was dressed, well sort of anyway. She had a bathrobe on, but I wasn't about to entertain any thoughts about what she either did have, or didn't have on beneath it. My first words as I stepped inside the door. "Joy, I'm so sorry...I hope..." but she waved me off with her hand, pushing a freshly poured cup of coffee towards me, and then actually laughing as she took the half open bag of cookies from me setting them down. "There's nothing to be sorry for Jack. And you need to know that. Now...let me ask you something." I took a swallow, and not of coffee either, nodding my head towards her, prepared to answer anything at this point. "Tell me Jack...do you enjoy masturbating?" You could have knocked me over with a feather. It was probably the last thing in the world I expected to hear coming out of her mouth. Though I found myself again nodding my head yes. "So do I," she smiled somewhat demurely. "Let's face it Jack, and be honest with one another. After all, we always have been haven't we?" Again I nodded. "I know you weren't pulling a Peeping Tom on me. I know it was purely by accident that you saw what you did. But I'm also not going to sit here and tell you that I'm ashamed that I do, or anything like that. In fact Jack, I happen to masturbate a lot. So it's perhaps even more of a surprise that you haven't caught me until now. The number of times I've sat out back in one of the lounge chairs enjoying myself, well..." Now I had another image which was permanently stored. I had seen her before of course, but I had never not once stood there and spied down on her, hoping to catch anything. She had continued...but I'd had a momentary black out as my memory seemed to pause for a moment with that image of her laying on her back again. "I mean look at us Jack. Look how long it's been for both of us. I know in the little bit we have discussed, that we're both pretty open-minded about things. So either one of us feeling guilty, or even embarrassed about this, doesn't make any sense." She was certainly right about that. We had had some pretty interesting conversations in the past, and I had gone home more than once needing a bit of relief afterwards. Apparently, so had she. "And just who and what do you think I have very often fantasized about when I have anyway?" She asked. Though I think I was still trying to convince myself that it wasn't me she was talking about. Until she actually came right out and said it. "Would you like to take a guess as to who I was thinking about when I was climaxing a few moments ago?" She grinned somewhat wickedly. "Me?" I asked stupidly. And now she did laugh, though reaching for a cookie. She dipped it in her coffee, and then lifted it towards her mouth. Only the soft mushy edge disappeared as she removed it again. It was the most sensual thing I had ever seen her do. Aside from well, you know. "It's almost funny in a way. Perhaps even poetic." "Yeah? And how's that?" She leaned forward, getting ready to dip her cookie again, though this time I noticed her robe had parted just a little. Not a lot mind you, not enough to be overly suggestive or anything, but enough to hint at the fact, Joy really did have a nice pair of breasts. "What I was actually fantasizing about, when you saw me...was just that. Walking in and catching me, seeing me like that. Pretty wild huh?" She asked. "So you weren't mad then?" "Mad? Are you crazy? Didn't you hear what I just said? If anything I was a little shocked and surprised yes...I mean after all Jack, the very thing I happened to be thinking about, had just happened. Had you not turned and walked away when you did...you'd have seen me continue...certainly that. Which I was quite disappointed in when you actually left. And I knew then I had to call. That we had to fix this before it got all blown out proportion and ruined everything else that we have." "I'm really glad you did," I said taking a cookie, dipping it. Though it mostly fell off and into my cup. It was a nice ice-breaker, especially for what came next. "Yeah, me too. But I still have another question to ask Jack, and you still haven't really answered my previous question either." I thought back...only then realizing. "Which one do you want me to answer first?" She again laughed, tossing her head back a little, causing her robe to open even more. I now had a pretty good side-view of her left breast, just short of the hidden nipple beneath the cloth. "Do you enjoy masturbating Jack? And how often? And what do you like to think about when you do?" She asked. "Well, for starters...that's three questions," I grinned back at her, though answering the first two. "Yes I do...and perhaps even more so these days," I think I actually blushed. "And maybe once a day, or every other day at least," I confessed. Though I temporarily held off on answering her third question. I wasn't sure she was ready to hear about how often I had in fact thought about her, even in the simplest of ways. "Do you...sometimes, think about me?" She asked, and then I noticed her hands coming up, the sash on her robe undone. It fell apart, fully. Both breasts now totally and fully revealed to me. I sucked in my breath and slowly let it out, my eyes still feasting on her. "Often," I said softly almost in a whisper. "I think about you very...often." She stood up, though scooting her chair off to one side before sitting down again. Though her robe, if anything, remained fully open as she did. I could now see a small dark tuft of hair just above her mound as she sat down again, though this time spreading her legs. Almost obscenely as she did. I was mesmerized...hypnotized by it. By her. "Will you watch me...Jack?" She asked, her fingers slowly sliding down between her legs. One hand now spreading her swollen, glistening lips apart. The other, teasingly, tenderly even, skimming the hard shiny surface of her tiny protruding clit. "Will you let me do what I was doing? Only just fantasizing and thinking about earlier? Only this time...for real?" I took another deep cleansing breath again, realizing as I did that my prick was hard, swollen, and now straining uncomfortably against the press of my jeans. Perhaps my glance down briefly gave that away. Though I now heard Joy's intake of breath as I glanced back at her. One hand now pinching on a hard delicate nipple, tweaking it. The other, still thumbing, strumming that precious naughty nub between her lips. "Are you hard Jack? Are you getting hard thinking about this? About watching me? I would love to see your cock Jack. You know I would. I always have I would love to watch you stroking it, while you're watching me. Would you like that Jack? Would you like to really jerk off, actually seeing me instead of just fantasizing about it?" I had learned early on in our relationship that Joy was one that always spoke her mind when she felt like it. I had thought then that perhaps sometimes she had divulged, or shared too much. But then I realized, she wasn't that way with everybody. Usually only with me, though I had learned she did have one other girlfriend who she had very often confided in as well. So hearing her now, hearing her allowing herself this uninhibited, unbridled discussion of her feelings and desires, wasn't all that surprising. This was Joy...this was how she truly was. And frankly, I found it refreshing. In comparison, I'm not sure I even heard Cindy say fuck...except towards the end there. And then it didn't really have the same effect as I might have liked. Or maybe...it did. In answer to her question, I stood up, unbuckling my jeans, and then kicking them off before sitting down again. And just as she'd done, scooting my own chair out and away from the table, now sitting across from her. My proud prick standing hard and full at attention. Friends with Benefits "Oh fuck!" She moaned aloud. Which is the way I'd long hoped to actually hear that word used. It was like music to my ears. I watched as her fingers dove deep inside her pussy, as though imagining them to be my cock, sliding into her like that. "You have no idea how often I have wondered...hoped to see, and feel that Jack. You truly have a beautiful hard cock!" That was a first. I'd never heard it called beautiful before. Though I do recall one other woman saying something about it being a "nice one" or something like that. But never beautiful. And not like it was out of the ordinary either. Nice enough length, girth...and certainly firmness. Though I think the fairly good-sized head seemed to be a playful toy with the women for some reason. "And you have nice..." I stammered slightly perhaps, though I was looking everywhere at once. My mind trying to sort out which, what...I should compliment, or comment on first. "Say it out loud Jack," she giggled. "Tell me what you like looking at. I want to hear it. Do you like my titties?" She now asked holding them. "Yes," I responded. "Then say it." "I like your...tits!" I spat, enjoying the sound of the words, which for some reason, seemed to run an additional tremor of thrill and desire down the length of my shaft. "What else?" She pressed, one hand going back to her pussy, drawing my eyes down along with it as she did that. "I like your...pussy," I leered at her. Meaning it. Though I saw her pout. "What?" "You pet a pussy. Which is ok if we're just starting out. Then you can call it a pussy all you want to if you wish. But once it's like this. Once it's all nice, hot...throbbing and wet. It's not a pussy any more Jack. It's a cunt. It's a hungry, naughty, dirty, nasty little cunt if you will. Just like your prick isn't a prick any more when it's all hard and naughty like that, like it is now. Now it's a cock, just like my cunt. So tell me Jack...what is it that you like again?" "I like your fucking cunt!" "That's better," she grinned, and then sat back, playing with her cunt and tits in ways I had never seen before. ** I guess that's where it all started. The beginning of it. The beginning of this. But I don't want to get ahead of myself here. It's a long story, and I mean to tell it. Just how it happened, and why. Maybe then you'll understand everything. I know at first I didn't. But now I do. But that's when I think the real me came out. Just as it had for Joy. ** In all the years I'd been married to Cindy, I had never seen her masturbate, not really. Sure, I had on some few rare occasions gotten her to touch herself for me while I watched, like for thirty seconds if that. And even then, it was going through the motions, not actually getting or feeling any pleasure from it. Did she ever masturbate? Probably, but it wasn't something she would share with me, or even discuss. Anytime I told her I had, just to see if it would arouse or interest her, she seemed to take offense by it instead. Almost as though by having done so, I had cheated her out of something. So sitting here across from Joy, watching her like I was now, was probably one of the most memorable days of my entire life. The fact that she could be so free in doing so. So vocal, so uninhibited, so lusty. It was a thrill beyond imagination. And all the while, sitting there not just stroking...but seriously playing with my own "cock" for her. "Cum on me Jack," she had asked with a sultry tone of voice that I had never heard before. "I want you to spray all that sweet hot juice all over my cunt. I want to use it to get myself off with Jack, while you watch me. While you watch me teasing my own clit with your hot creamy spunk." I stood up, like a Zombie, still fisting my prick, and stepped towards her, almost aiming it. Her face was flushed, her breath growing quicker now as she waited on me. Her fingers spreading her labia, exposing even more of those slick, pink inner depths. I'm not exactly a 'clit connoisseur' or anything. But I knew for sure that Joy's clit was a lot bigger than Cindy's had been, as well as any other women I had ever been with. It was fascinating to look at, seeing that tiny little shaft so hard and so swollen as she stretched her lips even more. Like a miniature little cock, I could see it throb as I closed the distance between us. My shaft now only a foot away as I stood there in front of her. "Do it Jack. Cum for me. Squirt on me. Spray my cunt with your cream Jack. I need it now. I want it. I want to cum for you. NOW!" And just like that, I was pumping out what felt like a gallon of cum, fascinated at my own copious discharge as streamer after streamer of hot flying spunk crossed the distance between us. In seconds, the entire opening of her luscious quim seemed to be drenched and covered with my white sticky spunk. And then true to her word, she too was cumming. Watching her, literally looking into her open eyes as she came, as she came looking into mine, was the most erotic thing I had ever seen before in my entire life. ** There was a brief moment of awkwardness. Not for her. For me. I was basically on uncharted waters here, and had no idea as to the protocol for something like this. But Joy seemed to be well ahead of me on that as well. She stood...holding out her hand to me, which I quickly accepted, pulling her up, drawing her into my arms were we kissed for the first time. It was long, passionate, and lusty. Already I could feel the quiver of renewed desire surging through me. "Come on Jack. We need a shower...and a chat," she said simply. And then still holding onto my hand, led me up stairs towards her bedroom and bath. ** If I'd been expecting more to happen as we showered, I couldn't have been more wrong. Yeah, we washed one another, head to toe. Which was intimate in it's own right. Once again something I had never really done with Cindy either. But even then as we washed one another, there was no real attempt at trying, or attempting to arouse one another as we did. I don't know why I sensed this, or seemed to know. Perhaps it was the way she began washing me that hinted it wasn't to be...not yet anyway. That and the fact Joy felt it was very important for us to have a nice long chat first...about "things" as she put it. As I said. We'd already planned a nice little evening dinner together for later. Something we were both looking forward to. And perhaps more so now. But I also knew that Joy had something on her mind, questions and concerns perhaps, which I did as well. We'd obviously crossed a line here, and I think we were both wondering just how far we had stepped over it...and would we continue on from there? After showering and dressing, I followed Joy outside to the coolness of her shaded patio where we again sat down with cold drinks this time. And though she was smiling, I couldn't help but feel there was a concern of sorts on her face as she looked at me, and then began speaking. "That was nice. And that was really fun," she began. "But.." Here it was. The 'but'. I'd been half expecting it. "But what?" I quite naturally asked. Again she smiled, though continuing. "The but is this Jack. You've now seen a particular side of me that you haven't seen before. And now that you have, you need to know...I'm not one to put that particular cat back into the sack so to speak. As you've already witnessed, when I'm aroused...when I'm horny...I like to express that. I'm vocal about it, because it further arouses me. I like to do things, see things, talk about things...openly. That's who I am, and who I've always been. And nothings going to change that. If we're going to continue on, and take this any further...then you need to be aware of that." Now I was smiling. "I don't have any problems with that," I said honestly. "I'm glad to hear you say that," she responded, "but there's more I need to say as well." I settled back in my chair, letting her know she had my full and undivided attention here. "We already have a great friendship Jack. Something I have come to appreciate and rely on. And I don't want anything to happen that would jeopardize that." "Ah oh," I thought. "Here's the real but to all this!" "So you need to know," she continued. "Our friendship comes first. Period. The sex, and I hope there will be lots and lots of that. Is just that. Something fun and special yes. But it's just sex Jack. I don't want, or need any long-term commitment because of it. I don't want you to feel like it will ever be anything more than that. I don't want...or expect you to stop seeing other women, and I certainly don't want any secrets, or obstacles to suddenly come between us. I couldn't live with that, or accept that. Like I said Jack, our friendship is far more important to me than anything else." Admittedly I was a little relieved, though a little confused to. I knew that neither one of us was in a position, or wanting anything of a more permanent nature, especially this soon...for either of us. So hearing that was indeed a bit of relief. But I also knew, that I really had no desire to see or date anyone else either, though I didn't address that with her, content to simply sit and listen, and pretty much agree to everything she was telling me. "I am who I am Jack. And though you've only seen a little bit of that side of me, I like to do naughty, nasty things Jack. I like to have fun. I want to feel sultry at times, nasty at others. I like to express myself, as you've seen. I don't like holding back, and I don't like it when someone else does either Jack. Can you understand what it is I'm telling you here? Is that something you can accept from me, out of me if we're to continue on with anything else?" "I haven't heard anything that would cause me any problems," I assured her. "If anything, I would find that sort of openness refreshing." "Be careful of what you ask for," she said slyly, grinning. "I've already gone far too long living a lie, and suffering because of it. Something I now refuse to do any longer. You need to expect the unexpected from me Jack. Just as I hope to see happen with you. I think we can have a wild, exciting time with one another Jack. And as long as neither one of us throws any jealous restraints or commitments on one another that would jeopardize or destroy our friendship, then I think you and I are going to get along just fine." At the moment, I was one happy camper. And after everything she had said, I was just as pleased to find myself sitting there with one hell of an erection. And I thought it was a good time, and perhaps a good way to show her that I was just as open with this as she was. So I told her so. Told her I had a nice hard cock waiting for her if she wanted it. "What I want at the moment, is for you to come over here, and then cum all over my face." That was another first for me. And I happily accepted her invitation. ** We had actually parted company shortly after that. Each of us with a "things to do list" that needed attending to before dinner. Joy had gone shopping for a list of things she needed, and I had some general household cleaning to do, which I'd been putting off. Now for some reason, I felt it was important to tidy things up just a bit. I couldn't imagine that whatever 'sex-capades' we became involved in would all be happening at her place. I had just come back from picking up a few bottles of wine to go along with dinner, and the evening, when the phone rang. Once again it was no surprise as to who was calling me. I even found myself somewhat excited, and expectant as I answered. "Just wanted to tell you. Don't dress for dinner. Literally," I heard her say with a laugh, and then hung up the phone before I could respond to that. I stood, peering out the kitchen window that offered me an angled view across the way into her yard. Seconds later I saw her emerge from the house, carrying out a tablecloth and some cutlery as she set the table. Nude. I wondered briefly if tying a bow tie to my erect prick would be over the top. "Nah," I surmised. If anything...it would prove to her in a very subtle way that I was up for whatever fun and games she had in mind without really having to say much. After neatly tying my bow tie, I grabbed up a couple of bottles of wine, and then headed on over to her place. Right on time. She laughed openly upon seeing me, taking one of the bottles of wine from me, handing me a corkscrew as she did. "Pour us a glass," she said, all the while looking at my decorated prick appreciatively. "We'll have a drink first before starting dinner. I've planned a seven course meal for the evening," she announced, much to my surprise. Obviously, it was going to be a long evening. Though I had no real idea at the time how long, or just how wonderful it would prove out to be. I got the first hint of what was to come when she came out with two very small dinner salads. "A toast!" I offered holding up my glass. She picked hers up holding it towards mine. "To good times." "To fun times." "To naughty times." "To dirty times." "To nasty times." "I'll drink to that," she said finally sipping her drink, and then casually walked over, kneeling down on the grass in front of me. She quickly undid the bowtie, tossing it off to one side, and then engulfed me with her mouth. The feel of the cool wine inside her mouth surprised me as she bathed me with it before finally swallowing. Though even then she continued, kneeling there in front of me sucking my prick until I finally had to warn her off. It had felt way too good. And way to early for me to spoil her dinner plans that early. We ate our salads smiling and grinning at one another. Engaging in small talk until it was time for the next course. Some sort of delicate soup, aromatic, and delicious smelling, though she told me. "It actually needs to cool considerably before we consume it," she informed me. "So in the meantime..." Joy sat, one leg spread obscenely over the arm of the chair. Her pussy, winking at me expectantly. "Lick me until I'm almost there," she added. "Then you'll know that the soup is ready." And so it began. I had quickly caught on to the feast ahead of us, already looking forward to the final course, still a considerable amount of time away. I settled myself down comfortably in front of her. Taking my time, savoring the delicacy now spread in front of me. That amazing clit of hers already beckoning towards me as I tentatively flicked out my tongue, lapping it. She moaned. A good sign as I did so again. And again hearing her moan, and mewls of delight as I lapped away at her cunt like a cat drinking milk. "Soups ready," she announced, forcing my head away. "And so am I," she winked as I stood up, retaking my seat. Already looking forward to the next course. And so it went. Each of us taking turns before each serving. So perfectly timed, and so perfectly erotic. Seeing her, feeling her as she gingerly lapped away at my prick. The feel of her mouth surrounding the head so delicately, yet so firmly...sucking it, pulling on it with her lips until I felt the undeniable desire of release warning me. It was as if she knew however, stopping just in time, and then taking her time as I calmed. Refilling our glasses, and then disappearing for a moment only to reemerge with the next course. And so...it was my turn again. And I found myself far more hungry for her cunt than I was for food. I brought her close, over and over again, just as she had done with me. The two of us on razors edge as we finally consumed the perfectly small portion of stuffed chicken she'd prepared earlier. "And now for dessert," she announced wickedly. Clearing away the last of whatever dishes remained before disappearing inside the house once again, emerging moment's later. She carried a small silver tray with a can of whipping cream on it. I watched fascinated, curious...and aroused as she deftly climbed onto the table, laying down, spreading herself, and almost simultaneously taking the can, spraying her cunt liberally with the sweet succulent cream. "Fuck me!" She announced. "Fuck me hard...fast...and mean," she stated seriously. It was the best desert I'd ever been served. ** I had never fucked a pussy...or rather a cunt, that wet, that juicy before. It was almost comical at times, trying to keep it in as slick as she was. But that was half the fun of it...for both of us. Sliding in, sliding out, slipping in, slipping out. The sounds of her cream, my cream, the whipping cream all of it mingled together, merely adding to the pure decadent delight of our coupling, our fucking. Noisy as we were, I was only half worried of being overheard by anyone else. Though the placement of our properties almost perfect against that happening. A high wall separating her place from the neighbors place on that side. A good quarter acre of lawn between their place and hers beyond that. And then distance enough between my place, and the neighbors next to me, though at the moment, they were away on vacation anyway...leaving us with more than enough privacy to call out at the top of our lungs if we wanted to. And very nearly did. Though I fucked her hard and fast, just as she wanted, there were times and moments that I slowed, savoring in that as well. She would turn, now bent over, pressed against the table. Her large magnificent breasts pressing against it. My hands cupping them from time to time in that way. My cock now slowly moving in and out from behind, sometimes thrusting, sometimes grinding...sometimes teasing as best I could as I skewered her like vegetables on the stick. I then sat her to fuck her. The table at perfect height. My cock buried deep inside her cunt. Her hands about my neck, my hands kneading the flesh of her breasts, tweaking and toying with the hardness of her nipples. I could almost swear she was fucking me with her clit as much as I was fucking her with my hard stiff cock. We locked eyes, never looking away. Lost in one another's souls as ecstasy, passion, and desire consumed us...overwhelmed us. "I love the way you fuck me," she purred. "I love the way you fuck," I answered back. "I love the feel of your cock inside me," she moaned, thrusting herself down on me. "I love the feel of your cunt around me," I said grinding, pressing, and then slamming into her forcefully. "I love seeing your face when you cum." "I love seeing yours," I agreed. "And I love hearing you when you do too," I added. "Then hear me now Jack," she demanded. "Fuck me hard, mean and fast," she said once again. "Hear me...see me...cum for you!" I pounded into her with every ounce of strength I had left. With every fiber of my being until I virtually felt her cunt liquefy in spasmodic release. Her cry of unbridled delight and ecstasy splitting the air. And this time I really did wonder if the neighbors had heard us, as my own cry of delight was now added to hers, my cock pulsating, releasing, and pouring a torrent of cum cream deep inside that wanton pussy of hers. ** Just as I said, it was only the beginning. Things settled down into a sort of routine after that. But it wasn't the kind of routine that you grew bored with, or really accustomed to. Joy was usually full of all kinds of surprises. But aside from the wild adventurous sex we had and enjoyed, there was the other side as well. We lived our lives as friends and neighbors. We didn't spend every waking moment with one another, nor our free time as well either. We did things, went about doing things...without seeing one another, sometimes for days, but never beyond two or three if that. And then when we did, when we wanted...needed, we came together in uninhibited and delightful ways, the likes of which I had never experienced before. I continued to golf every Sunday of course, and surprisingly kept my new and delightful sex-life to myself. The guys still teased, sometimes chided me and coaxed me into start dating again, to which I'd usually respond with a pump of my fist up and down. "Unlike two of you," I had challenged. "I don't have to pay any support money to this!" That usually ended any further discussions. Friends with Benefits And Joy too had a life of her own outside of our friendship. And though we had long ago discussed, talked, and agreed to no commitments, to no attachments or claims on one another, I hadn't as yet seen her go out or date anyone else either. Though at times half expecting it as her way of reminding me of our agreement. Not exactly sure as to how I would handle that if she did, but firm and secure in the knowledge of the promise I had made to her, that I wouldn't treat her any differently, if and when that might happen. Or so I hoped at least. She was right about one thing. Our friendship was far more important to me than anything else. So I was bound by that, and would never, ever make any demands on her as far as her own personal life went. And though I had never seen her go out with any other men, or even discuss any other men with me, I was of course well aware of a very dear friend of hers, a woman I had once met some time ago. She was an older woman, though if you had to judge that by age, perhaps too harsh a description to make. As I was ten years Joy's senior, so was Helen in years to me. But I would freely admit, Helen...even with a mix of grey hair to brown was attractive in so many ways. I knew only that she was widowed, several years now in fact. Lived alone closer to town, but came to visit, or was visited by Joy at least once a week or so. I knew that their relationship had come about as Helen had been best friend's with Joy's mother, and had remained so, even after Joy's mom had eventually passed away due to illness. A time or two, I'd been invited over to share a cup of coffee, and had joined in, and delighted at the easy going conversations, and way Helen carried herself. She seemed a lot younger that her years suggested. And I could see why Joy was so attached to her. Almost like a second mother perhaps, and thus I treated her so. Cautious and careful to never misstep, which I never did of course, always delighted to see and greet her whenever invited. Which became more and more frequent it seemed, almost to the point where I began to worry that I was now infringing on Joy's personal and private times with her dear friend. Worried enough, I brought it up one morning when Joy had actually come over to my place where I was fixing breakfast for us. I knew that Helen was coming over for dinner later, to which I had been invited as well. So it seemed like a good time to bring the subject up with her, our agreement forever in my mind that we would always be up front and honest with one another, about everything. "You know Joy..." I began, scooping out a helping of freshly scrambled eggs onto her plate. "Maybe you should just plan on having dinner with Helen alone tonight." Maybe that sounded wrong, or came out wrong. I don't know. But Joy pushed her plate off to one side alerting me that breakfast was now the furthest thing from her mind. "And why would you say that?" She asked crossing her hands over the top of her breasts. "I thought you liked her!" I was aghast. I had not meant to offend, or say anything that might hurt or confuse her like that. She had missed my intent entirely. "That's not at all what I meant when I said that," I told her worriedly, now sitting down. "What I meant was..." "You don't find her attractive?" Now I really was confused. Nothing was making any sense here. "Of course I do...she's very nice." "Nice? You mean as in old lady nice? That kind of nice? Motherly nice?" "Motherly?" I stammered, wondering where the hell this had all gone wrong in so brief a time here. "Joy..." I tried, trying to collect myself, trying to reel this conversation back in again and make sense of it, which I wasn't. "Tell me Jack, who does she remind you of anyway?" Once again Joy had turned me around in circles here...but, she was smiling too. Confusing and frustrating me even more by this weirdly strange conversation we were having. "You?" I asked tentatively, only now realizing that she really did. Thinking back on the few times we had spent with one another, I could clearly and easily see it now. They did seem more like mother and daughter than most probably would. Though that still didn't explain any of this. "Exactly. Me Jack. Though Helen was good friends with my own mother, she and I have always had a close personal relationship, even before...and since then. Maybe it was because we both saw so much of us in one another, that we became as close as we did. And still are. Just like you became, she was always there for me as well. Especially during the really hard times when I was married to Dave. She was someone I could talk to, confide in, share secrets with, and was never judged, nor did I judge because of it. We knew...we know everything about one another Jack. Which is one of the reasons I have wanted you to spend more time getting to know her as well as I do. It's important to me. So if you think I'm worried about you monopolizing any of our time together, you couldn't be any more wrong about that. I've wanted you to come to know her in the ways I do Jack. No secrets, no lies, no inhibitions...no judgments or demands on one another...remember?" "Yeah, I remember," though I was still somewhat confused as to what all this meant. "Even you just now admitted that she reminded you of me right? Maybe an older version of me...if you think about it?" And I was. And then I looked at her again. She grinned. Nodding her head. "She's just like me Jack, in so many, many ways. It's one of the reasons we've remained as close as we are throughout the years. We're just alike. We think the same way, we very often act the same way, and neither one of us is ashamed of that fact. I thought it was time that you realize what I mean by that Jack. Helen and I have discussed it. Like I said, it was even at her suggestion that we soon sit down and talk to you about it. Which ironically, we were actually planning on doing tonight. She of course knows all about you. There's nothing I don't share with her, or discuss with her. Though only her...are you ok with that?" I was. And why wouldn't I be? If I had better, or even closer friends, I would have no doubt shared with them, what Joy had shared with Helen. But I didn't have that same trust level that she did. And I knew it. "I have no problem with that. And you know that." I offered, finally relaxing a little in my chair. "I know the two of you have always been close...really close, so it doesn't surprise me that you have someone to talk to about it, or confide in. If anything, I'm actually jealous. I wish I did." "You do Jack. Helen can be that same friend for you...that she is to me." I knew what she meant by that, and I appreciated that fact. But I didn't think that Helen and I could ever be as close as she and Joy were, and told her so. "Which brings me back to the main point I was trying to make Jack," Joy sighed slightly. "You know that naughty, dirty, nasty...wild side of me that you enjoy seeing come out once in a while?" "Yeah?" "Well who do you think I owe that too?" She asked. I blinked. "Helen?" "Yeah...Helen. She's the one who taught me to be me. Just like she's her. Just like me...in every way you can even begin to imagine." "Helen?" I again asked as though there was some other explanation to all this. "Yes...Helen. And I...we...needed you to know that." "You mean to say..." "I mean to say...we're a lot alike Jack. The two of us like to have fun every once in a while. And we do. Not every time we're together mind you...but often yes. And you need to know that, especially now...so you can make up your own mind about things." "What things?" I was almost afraid to ask. Could I accept this new information and readily digest it? Could I accept that on the one hand...Joy would be having this...this lesbian experience with her dear friend I guess you'd call it. And then on the other...having a relationship with me as well. To my own surprise, I found I had no problem with that. She had long well known and had an intimate relationship with Helen long before I had ever come into the picture. "Knowing that we enjoy one another. And that we get just as nasty and dirty with one another as you and I do." Maybe it wasn't exactly the best or proper time here, but I was becoming weirdly excited by the sudden turn of events. I could feel my cock rapidly hardening, though glad I was sitting down at the moment so she wouldn't see it. Already images of the two of them being nasty together...filling my mind. "Once again Joy. And I'm being just as honest with you here as you've been with me. I have no problem, nor do I...nor will I ever make demands on your relationship with Helen," I assured her. "And I can absolutely tell you that it will make no difference in our friendship either. Like we've always said. That comes first...no matter what." "So you wouldn't have any problem having a threesome with us from time to time then?" Whatever words I might have spoken seemed to evaporate inside my mouth. I sat there speechless for a moment, trying to digest what she'd just told me. "Anyway. Think about it. You're still invited for dinner. And I hope you'll come. Obviously there's still a lot to talk about. But Helen needs to be there as well. I am sure you'll have more than a few questions for her too. After that, you can decide for yourself what you are...or aren't comfortable with. And then we can take things from there...or not," she said suddenly rising from the table. "Oh...and one more thing. It might help if you keep that thing nice and hard and horny all day. So don't be doing anything with it. Might help you think better and more clearly later on. Like they say, sometimes two heads really are better than one." And with that, Joy headed back to her place. Leaving me with a very confused, and surprised hard on. But I also knew it was going to be one hell of an interesting evening ahead. ** I was actually more nervous now than the first time I had accidentally caught Joy masturbating, so long ago now...or so it seemed anyway. I kept glancing at the clock, waiting for the time to arrive before venturing over. I'd even changed clothes twice, trying to look something...though what, I didn't know. At least I wouldn't be naked going over there this time. Though I actually laughed at that. Was that even a distinct possibility in the near future? The phone rang. Naturally I jumped. It was still way too early yet. "Nervous?" She asked. I could hear the smile in her tone of voice. Maybe she...they...had started drinking already. I knew I could certainly use one myself. "Ya think?" I responded trying to sound glib...relaxed. "We figured as much. Why don't you come over now, have a drink with us. Dinner will still be a while yet." I told her to give me a minute as I still wasn't quite ready yet, but that I'd be right over. "Ah huh..." she laughed and hung up. I checked myself out in the mirror again, debated about changing shirts again, and then gave up. "Well. It's now or never," I told myself, and then picked up a bottle of wine. Changed my mind just as quickly, set it back down, and picked up the Scotch instead. And with that now cradled firmly in my arms, headed out back across the yard and towards whatever was there waiting for me. ** Neither one of them looked at all nervous, that was for damn sure. And though by the looks of it they'd been sipping on a white wine, the bottle had just barely been opened, so it wasn't like they'd been steeling themselves up for this the way I'd been. If anything, they were as natural and normal together, even now...just as they'd always been whenever I'd been around the two of them. "How do you like your Scotch?" Helen asked taking the bottle from me as Joy pointed towards a particular seat, strategically positioned perhaps as I would soon learn, between the two of them. "Neat! Thank you," I said taking the seat given me as Joy then sat down opposite on my right, and Helen then handing me my Scotch, taking the soft couch on my left curling her feet comfortably beneath her when she did. A position I had seen her familiarly take often before. "A little background first," Joy began. "Something we both think you should know about us." And though I was about to tell them that was totally unnecessary, Joy quickly cut me off with a wave of her hand. "Just sip your drink and relax Jack...while we talk for a moment, ok?" "Ok," I smiled sheepishly. And then did just that, sipping my drink as Joy began. "As you're well aware of by now...Helen and I are very close, and yes intimate friends. But it hasn't always been like that. In the beginning, like anyone we were good friends, and eventually best friends, even with the age difference," glancing at Helen. "No offense." "None taken," Helen laughed, sipping on her own wine now, though holding it up first towards Joy as a signal to continue. "And as best friends, I finally had someone to confide in, to talk to. I had long known that Dave was seeing and involved with other women. And that was something I had simply learned to accept and put up with. It wasn't until the real abuse started, that Helen finally convinced me that enough was enough. Which I will be forever grateful for." "You're welcome," Helen said again lifting her glass. Which we all then did. "And it was also because of Helen, that I thankfully found out who it was, that I was. And who helped me initially deal with all the stress and heartache I was at the time dealing with. If you can imagine this for a moment Jack, it had been years since I'd even had an orgasm. I honestly believe, I had forgotten how to even have one. If it hadn't been for the open and honest relationship that I had with Helen at the time, I'm not sure I ever would have had one again...and certainly not in the way it came about either." "My turn!" Helen announced, drawing my attention over towards her. "I had asked her point blank if she ever masturbated to relieve some of that stress during her marriage at that time. She was just as honest and open with me, and admitted she'd tried on several occasions to do just that, but had fallen well short of ever achieving so simple a goal as a nice little orgasm. Which is when I offered, as a friend...to give her one." "Which she did," Joy confirmed. And as she did, I seemed to notice, or thought I noticed that she had undone one of the buttons on her blouse, though maybe that was just my imagination. "At first I was nervous of course. No one except for Dave had touched me in years, and never another woman. I'd never even experimented with that much growing up even, though yes like perhaps everyone else, I had wondered about it. But I'd never acted on it. Now...here was my dearest, and bestest friend ever, offering...and wanting to pleasure me. How could I say no to that?" "Indeed!" Helen again interjected, eyes back towards her now. And once again...did I? Nah...must be me. "Naturally she was a little shy and nervous at first. Understandably. Until I offered to masturbate myself in front of her as well. Showing her that I certainly wouldn't be ashamed or embarrassed by doing such, and hopefully then, neither would she." "Which I wasn't," Joy spoke. And this time I confirmed, she had undone another button on her blouse. Already I could see a gentle swell of breast flesh hinting, peeking at the edge of her partially opened blouse. "Was she even wearing a bra?" I asked myself. "The thing was," Joy continued. "It wasn't just the fact she was so willing, so openly uninhibited to do that in front of me...and then to me, that taught me something about myself. It was the way she did it. And I don't mean the technique...which was good too," she added. "Thank you again." Another look in her direction, albeit briefly, confirmed the fact that Helen too, had now undone a second button on her blouse. Tempted to look further, I refrained however, now delighted to more or less play along and see how this went. "You're welcome...again," Joy laughed. "But what really got to me, and I mean in the very best of ways, was the way that Helen so candidly, expressed her pleasure to me while I sat watching her. She talked to me Jack. She told me what she was feeling, how good it felt to be touching herself like that with her fingers. And then in specifics, what she was doing to herself exactly. And then what she'd eventually be doing to me. I tell you in all seriousness Jack, I'd never been so turned on before in my entire life. Hearing the words. Hearing Helen speaking to me that way was like making love to me not only physically, but mentally and spiritually as well. I knew right then and there I was never going back to the way I was...or had been. Though never with Dave. Not ever. He would never see, enjoy...or experience that side of me. Not ever in a million years. But with Helen. Wow, well now...that was a completely different story." "You can say that again," Helen quipped. A third button undone now. And more than an ample hint of breast flesh peeking beneath the edge. Helen might have been in her early sixties perhaps, but I can assure you, her tits looked to be just as amazing as Joy's were, even if I hadn't really seen them yet. "Hearing Joy say fuck...and not out of anger was a real...pardon the pun...joy for me," she giggled. "Hearing her expressing to me what she enjoyed doing...feeling, or having done, was liberating for her, just as it had once been for me. And as I had hoped, it was so. All that hurt and pent up frustration seemed to evaporate right there in front of me whenever we came together. And especially after the abuse really began, I began to see a new found determination and courage in her that I had not seen before. Suffice it to say, it was shortly after that, that Joy filed charges against the creep and got rid of him." "Yeah, we celebrated by going down on one another for the very first time that night," Joy offered. Her blouse completely undone now. Both breasts clearly revealed, nipples hard, taut, and wanting perhaps as she simultaneously reached up to roll and pinch on one of them. "So you see Jack," Helen stepped in, once more drawing my attention back to her, which was momentarily difficult to do seeing Joy and all. But then...I realized that she too was doing the same thing. Helen had smaller, pinker nipples, though slightly larger breasts. And yeah, did they hang a bit heavier and lower on her chest than Joy's did...perhaps so. But damn if I didn't find that fucking erotic anyway. "Joy and I will always be good close friends. Nasty friends." "Naughty friends," Joy interjected, hands now pushing her slacks down her legs, along with her bikini panties. "Dirty friends," Helen added to that. Likewise now doing the same. "Horny...lusty, wicked friends. Just like you can be, if you want to Jack," Joy coaxed. "Entirely up to you Jack," Helen agreed, hands down between her legs now, as she sat up, spreading herself openly, obscenely...before standing up, crossing over to where she now sat down beside Joy, who was likewise playing with herself in much the same way. And then...playing with one another, hands in each other's laps...looking towards me. "So...what's it going to be Jack?" Joy asked. "Friends with benefits? Or just friends?" ** I answered that question by standing up, and then by pulling my pants down. I think my prick bounced out and away from my briefs as hard and as firm as it had ever been. Already a droplet of precum seemed to drool from the end of my prick tip. "Oh heavens! Let's not waste that! Bring it to me!" Helen announced. I actually had to waddle over...pants down around my ankles, shoes still on, though neither of them seemed to mind, and in fact, appeared to take more delight in the fact that I did. I soon found myself standing there in front of the two of them as they began licking, sucking, and teasing me with their tongues together. It was even better reaching down, fondling one of Helen's magnificent breasts in one hand, and Joy's in the other. They continued on for some time until the warning bells were going off in my head. As much stamina as I usually had, being tag-teamed like this was seriously drawing on my reserves. Friends with Benefits "Does he talk?" Helen asked. Joy laughed. "It took a while. But now he does, at least more so than he used to do," she told her friend. "So what would you like to see or do now Jack?" Helen asked openly. And without a bit of hesitation, I told her exactly. Something I confess I had always desired and wanted to see. "I want to see the two of you lick, and suck one another's cunts." "Goodness. He even said the 'C' word!" Helen spoke in surprise. "Good for you dear, obviously, you've taught him well." "Just as you taught me Helen," Joy laughed. "Now...get over here and starting licking my cunt before Jack loses a load here." "Only if he loses it someplace on me," Helen announced excitedly. In seconds the two of them were busy lapping away at one another. Quite nosily I might add, which merely enhanced the entire scene. Hearing the two of them licking, slurping, squishing, moaning and groaning away, truly had me hovering on the edge there without doing anything. I didn't dare. One touch on my cock would have had me spurting cock-cream everywhere! Somehow I managed to keep from coming, even as they did. So beautifully getting one another off while I watched. Listening as well to the delightful, decadent sounds they made. Thrilling, pleasing and pleasuring one another in ways I would never have imagined. And even afterwards as they rolled away from one another, their faces still glistening with the spending of their release, they asked. "What's the one thing you would like the two of us to do for you Jack? " Helen asked me. "Just the one?" I shot back, half joking...half serious. To which they both smiled looking at one another. "See? Told you he'd be up for it," Joy stated, obviously confirming some prior conversation they must have had. "So what would you like anyway? " She asked again. It was actually at the top of my 'dirty-nasty' things to do list. Though I'd never, ever imagined crossing that one off. "I'm not even sure it's actually possible, or that it would work out the way I've imagined it in my mind." Helen laughed. "Honey? If there's one thing I've learned, if you can imagine it...then you can find a way to do it. And the best part is...you get to tell us...specifically, in clear, precise words, just exactly what it is you want the two of us to do to you." ** Yeah, maybe it was a little awkward at first getting into it. But once we were there...damn! It was even better than I had envisioned. I lay there, with the girls sandwiching my cock between their respective cunts. It had taken some doing, along with a little trial and error, but eventually we had all figured it out. And true to form, just as Helen had said, "getting there had been half the fun." Ok...maybe not quite half. But even that had been exciting. As I lay back watching, feeling...the girls had locked legs over and around one another with me somewhere in between. I could feel the press of both cunts, so wet and slippery at this point as they ground against one another, and me! It was basically a combination of everything at once. Like two mouth's nibbling sucking and licking me. Or like the sweet sensual slickness of a woman's pussy slithering down the side of a man's prick, only in my case, both sides. And in a uniquely weird way perhaps, two cunts coming together, and sort of becoming one, fucking me. Me fucking them simultaneously, and the two of them likewise fucking one another. I daresay that simultaneous orgasm is difficult enough. But I'd never heard of three people coming at the exact same time together, at least not in the way we did. And Helen was a squirter too. Another nice unexpected surprise, though I learned afterwards she didn't always do so. But it was nice seeing it, and feeling it (and later tasting it) when she did. I know for a fact it was entirely out of my control. I wouldn't have stopped myself even if I'd wanted to, which I didn't. The urge was too great, the pleasure too intense as I felt my cock throb, knowing full well that first jettison of spunk was only milliseconds away now as I began to cry out. And then, even as I did...much to my own delight and surprise, I simultaneously felt that liquid bath of Helen's own cunt cream surrounding, and spraying against me, as well as against Joy's split. Her cry, as loud and as long and as deep as my own, and as Helen's as the three of us hung on, holding on....humping, pumping, and thrashing about there on the floor together. "Holy fuck!" We all also said at the exact same time, which had made the experience even funnier, and even better. It was a long while before any of us even wished to move. "I guess dinners going to be a little late," I stated grinning happily. "Hardly," Joy informed me. "You were the main course. Like I told you earlier...Helen and I wanted you over for dinner. I didn't say you were coming over for dinner. What I meant was...that you were dinner." "Well in that case, Bon'Appetit!" I offered, my prick once more already beginning to thicken up again. "Desert then!" Joy half shouted, already racing towards the kitchen area. "I'll grab the can of whipping cream and meet the two of you outside!" And though my neighbors were back from vacation at this point, I could have cared less. If they didn't care to hear three people having a wonderfully nasty time together...that was their problem. It certainly wasn't mine...not any more anyway. And never would be again. -End- Friends with Benefits Are you ready for me? A thrill runs though me as I read his text. Always ready I reply. 11 pm the expected knocking on the door. I open to reveal my very drunk fuck buddy standing there in his suit. His jacket lies folded over his arm. He grins as he watches my eyes light up. He knows I have a thing for guys wearing suits it something about that fitted message of confidence they convey that turns me on. 'Should I put on the jacket for you'? He asks knowing my response already. 'You can' I reply 'but don't expect it to stay on for too long I'm ready to fuck you right now!' 'Sexy ayyy?' He twirls so I can appreciate the full effect. 'Careful now' he admonishes me as I rush to tear it off 'this suit is expensive be gentle'. He carefully removes his jacket and hangs it safely over the door his considerate actions giving me false impressions as to how drunk he really is. He strides over to where I stand admiring the view and pushes me against the wall. Pinning me against its unyielding force he fiercely claims my mouth. Biting my lips ever so gently he kisses me. In the four months we have fucked I have had one rule (well OK there have been more) but number one - NO kissing. Too intimate. Too easy to fall prey to all those emotional traps that traditional foreplay tends to evoke. It's usually in, out, nice to know you, call you later. It should have been my first sign that tonight rules would not apply. I knead his groin going along with this new change. I feel his cock stiffen in my hand the sensation bringing me to my knees as I frantically pull down his pants eager to get it into my salivating mouth. He moans as my warm mouth encases his hard shaft but within seconds he pulls me off him. Why are we still dressed he questions me. You know how visual I am I need you naked. This is a guy who strips as soon as he enters my house and expects me to do the same. This is the guy who refuses to dim the lights. This is a guy who has no use for lingerie. This is the guy who has also given me a newly acquired confidence in my body. A confidence that would soon be completely torn apart. Almost frantically he pulls off my pj's. I help him unbutton that lovely white shirt. His tie is placed around my neck. 'Come with me bitch' He uses it to pull me into the playroom/dining room. The mood has suddenly changed it is no longer light and playful. He has taken control and I am there to please him. Together we have danced this strange dance of dominance and submission many times before. It is in this atmosphere I am most accustomed. It is where I feel most comfortable. It is here I know what my role is. I know what to expect. He stands. I kneel. I lightly lick his cock teasing him. I am waiting for him to take command. Mocking his rule. I do not have to wait long he grabs my hair and pushes me down on that cock until it is firmly lodged in my throat. My nose is stuck against his rock hard stomach. He is all muscle this guy. I have no hope against his strength. He can lift me with one arm. I struggle to breathe. I have long since taken care of my gag reflex he knows I can take it but tonight he wants to test me. I feel his penis pulsating in my throat. I explore the shaft with my tongue eliciting moans from above. I try to push off him I need to catch my breath. He holds me there my struggle exciting to him. He soon bores of this position and pushes me to lie flat on the ground. With 2 legs over my head he begins to fuck my mouth like a surrogate pussy. In and out he roughly shoves. No mercy for the throat I know will be very sore come morning. He loves how this is my favourite position. He lifts out of my mouth and flips me over like I weigh nothing out all. In one swift movement he has accessorized himself with a condom from some unseen hidden stash. As he slaps my face again and again he forces it against the carpet. He physically bends my knees and enters me from behind. The lack of lube does not bother me but usually I wet him with a little saliva before he fucks my ass. Tonight nothing. I wince. The wince earns me a painful bite on my neck . He is a biter this guy and my body is marked by various ugly brown or purple bruises on my legs, arms and back at different stages of healing. 'No bruises' I shout 'I have court next week'. 'You telling me what to do cunt??" You fucking dare to tell me what to do?' 'Please' I attempt to explain. My mouth almost sucking carpet as he holds my head down against its dotted pattern ' the tops I have won't cover the bites so high up my back' He ignores me. He bites again I yell out 'owwwwww' I wiggle around trying to dislodge his teeth piercing my skin. 'that's for trying to order me around I'll fucking do whatever I want to do to you'. I groan inwardly knowing this one will be a big bruiser. I dare not complain fearing the repercussions. He pops out of my ass and throws the condom across the room where it lands somewhere among my daughters toys. I feel a moment of shame as I look at her toys embarrassed for the actions they are witness too. Pinching my nose he gags me once again as I deep throat him as he sits on my chest. He turns around and shoves his ass onto my face. 'lick my ass bitch' resting on my face he smothers me. The weight feels crushing. Tentatively I stick out my my tongue probing his dark hole. I know he will not let up until I have satisfied him. As I rim him he plays with my boobs. Sliding his cock in between them the movement makes my face below feel pulverized. The weight now becomes unbearable. I try desperately to lift him off but my efforts are meaningless to him. He barely feels me. He moves to play with my pussy. The position now changes and his balls now hang over my mouth. SUCK THEM he commands. My tooth mistakenly catches on one of them. He turns around enraged. 'YOU WILL BE PUNISHED FOR THAT SLUT HOW DARE YOU HURT ME??' I laugh nervously my usual response in such a situation. This doesn't seem to lighten the mood like it usually does. A blow rips across my face. Before I could protest he backhands me again. 'WIPE THAT SMILE OF YOUR FACE DO NOT LAUGH AT ME!' Please don't slap me like that it really hurts. My remark gained me two more fierce slaps. One more sincere plea. Four more hits. I fell silent. It was at this moment for the first time I actually began to fear that he was out of control. He drags my body to the other side of the room and pick up his belt. I work out his intention and wiggle away trying to get to my bedroom. He grabs me blocking my attempt to escape. Forcing me to the floor he sits on my chest facing my pussy. Holding my legs open he whips me with his belt right on the most sensitive part of my body. I scream. I have high tolerance for pain but this is way outside the boundaries. I pummel his back begging him to stop but the whips only get stronger. My pussy feels like it is on fire. At this point I am scared. I want out. I need out. I have to get as far away as possible from this guy. My back is literally against the wall there is nowhere to go. His strength once the thing that attracted me to him now terrifies me. I know I am no match for him. The rest of the night sort of passed in a blur.... Another condom fucking my pussy oh thank god that whipping stopped. I think I'm bleeding. Tie tightened around my neck now I'm chocking. Hands now strangling me. Please I don't want to black out. You have no idea how strong you are. You are so drunk you cannot recognize the capacity of your strength. Lights fade. Hearing dimmed. I see stars. A shoes in front of my mouth. 'eat this dirty bitch' eat this you worthless piece of scum' How does that taste' 'do you like the taste of the dirt?' Condom off. Cock replaces shoe. Jerking motion. 'Tongue out!' Tongue is out strings of cum all over my face. Scooped up into my mouth. I swallow. He falls off me exhausted. Lies down beside me feet up on my daughters play school farmhouse. Noisy snoring. Oh thank god that is over. Tears fall. I lay there broken. Cum drying on my face. My body hurting. Picture taken for the memory. I pick myself up. Shower. Remove the dirt covering my body. I leave him there. But three weeks later his cock and I re meet. once again I fall prey to it's charms. I can not say no. He knows my inner slut too well. Friends With Benefits Kiwi91 edited this. We drove moving van after moving van back and forth for her stuff. It seemed like she had a lot of stuff everywhere. But she was in great spirits and had been flirting with me and gave inviting glances and comments to me the whole day... It bode well. When the last load was almost unloaded she asked if I could come back and help her with assembling some things. "I'm not handy at all." She said and smiled. "No problem! I'll have to leave the trailer first. Please make some coffee." I said. I hurried home and took a quick shower. With my head full of fantasies about what could happen and especially what had happened. I felt it started to twitch a little in my dick. I took the opportunity to shave the scrotum and around the cock. I stood, a little nervous outside her door and rang the bell. It felt a little strange to visit her for the first time officially. She opened with a smile and gave me a hug and a light kiss on the cheek. "Welcome! Come inside!" She said. The apartment was full of boxes. The couch and the bed were not assembled. "You can start anywhere you want." She said, and bounced into the kitchen and proceeded to unpack the porcelain. After a while, when she had gathered the most of the kitchen stuff, she came back to me. "Don't you get very hot and sweaty when you assemble all those furniture's? I'm going to take a shower and was wondering if you would like to join me?" I wasn't slow to follow her to the bathroom. She was wearing a thin yellow and gray striped long sweater that ended just below the buttocks. When she bent down to pick up a paper from the floor, it slid up and bared her round buttocks which were divided by a thin black string. I caught a glimpse of her labia and I wanted to taste her. Slowly, she pulled off her shirt, turned away from me, leaned forward and teasingly pulled off the minimal panties. "Come now." She said and stepped into the shower to turn on the water. "Ah! It's freezing cold. Warm me." She screamed and pressed herself against me. I hugged her and said with a smile: "Take it easy." The hot water started coming now, and the bathroom got filled with a thin curtain of steam. I could not help staring at her. The water ran down her forehead, rounded chin, beautiful firm breasts, flat stomach and over her shaved Mons Veneris. The water droplets continued along her legs and disappeared under her feet on the floor. I wished that I could be one of those thousands of droplets that caressed her body. "Come on coward!" She told me. I awakened from my thoughts on water drops. I let my pants and underwear fall to the floor. She bit her lower lip when she saw my cock swinging out. I stepped forward to her and felt the warm water and her body against mine. "Here." She said and gave me a bottle of shower gel. Gently and thoroughly I massaged the lathering cream over her body. I felt how my hands slid easily over her firm breasts, nipped her stiffening nipples lightly and kissed her tenderly. She moaned lightly as I approached her ass with my soapy hands. I gently massaged her buttocks; I let a finger stroke between them. "I love that." She whispered when my finger brushed against her anus. Her eyes had become brighter because she got really horny of my treatment. "Then we have to make sure that you are properly clean first." I said and got on my knees behind her. She bended down sharply and leaned forward against the tiled wall. I continued to caress her with my soapy hands, pressed lightly to separate the buttocks and let the water run down between them and rinse off the suds. I kissed her in the lower back and let my tongue continue down towards her waiting ass. Slowly, I let my tongue circulate around her anus and kneaded the small buttocks that fit perfectly in my hands. "Mm!" She moaned. I let my hand slip down her legs and up against the inside of her thighs. I almost touched her pussy but skipped it and caressed her other thigh instead. "Don't tease me." She said and pressed her buttocks against my face. I took a new grip on her buttocks and pulled them apart while I let my tongue massage her ass with a little more pressure than before. I felt that her ass ring became more slippery and softer. "Yes, just like that!" She groaned. I tongue fucked her and she pushed against my tongue with an accelerating rate. I started stroking her belly and let my hands wander down to her newly shaved womb. When I reached the clitoris she snatched and pressed herself harder against my face that was still buried in her sweet ass. "Faster!" She commanded and increased the speed of her movements against my face. "I'm coming!" She bursted out with a loud moan before her body shook as she squirted all over my hand and on her legs. "Oops. That was supposed to happen but your tongue was so nice that I could not hold back my feelings any longer. But look at you then. Can't we do something about this?" She smiled and caressed my rock hard cock. I wanted nothing more than fuck her with my dick where my tongue had been, but I wanted her to be patient. "Today I have other plans for us. Let's go to the cinema or something? You'll get my cock later so please have patience. The evening has barely begun. Besides you promised to give me some coffee." I said and stepped out of the shower. Friends with Benefits Kristen and Dave and I had an understanding. They were in love and together forever, but they liked to have some fun sometimes with more than just themselves. We were hanging out together, as usual (we were all good friends), when Kristen snuggled up a bit closer to me on the couch and rested her head on my chest, her hand on my thigh. I smiled over at Dave and stroked her hair slowly, the way she liked, and she sighed and nestled in a bit more. Her hand lifted my skirt and moved up between my thighs, stopping just short of my panties, and Dave shifted a bit in his seat. His eyes were focussed on my barely parted legs, so I spread them wide for him and he groaned, hand dropping to the front of his pants of he gazed at my blue cotton panties. Kristen looked over at him for a moment and a mischievous look passed over her face. She sat up a bit straighter beside me, hand still high up between my legs, and looking once more at Dave to be sure she had his attention, she turned to me and kissed my lips. It was a soft, almost chaste kiss that was over as soon as it was begun, but I would have none of that. I took her head in my hands and brought her face back to me, licking her lips and staring in her eyes before slipping my tongue into her mouth and kissing her deeply. She sighed against my lips and soon we were in a tangle of tongues, each kissing the other more deeply. Her hand finished its journey and pressed against my aching wet cunt, one finger making its way into my panties and sliding up and down my drenched slit. I turned slightly towards her, spreading my legs as far as they would go and cupping her tit in my hand, pinching and pulling on the nipple the way she liked, kissing her until neither of us could breathe. We parted, panting heavily, and looked over at Dave. He had his cock out and was stroking it slowly, and he motioned for us to continue. Looking back at Kristen, I just had to have more of her. She pulled my panties aside and added a second finger to her teasing of my pussy while I unbuttoned her shirt and pulled it aside. Pushing her back against the arm of the couch, I crawled over top of her, my ass in the air, and pulled a breast free from its confinement so that I could get my lips around the nipple. She gasped and arched her back as I began sucking and biting the sensitive tip. Her hand fell from my pussy as I brought out her other breast and pinched the nipple to hardness, rolling it between my thumb and forefinger and pulling it to give her the pleasure of a little bit of pain. Her hands tangled in my hair as she kept my face glued to her breast, her body thrashing beneath me. I was determined to make her cum without even touching her pussy and at Dave's urging whispers of "cum for me, baby.. I want to see you cum," she did just that. She cried out in release and shuddered beneath me, breathing fast and hard. I eased up my ministrations as the last few waves passed through her and her arms fell to her sides. Dave got up from his seat and came over to watch us kissing lightly once more. His cock was incredibly hard and the head was an angry red colour. I could see precum drooling from the tip. He stroked it slowly while watching us, and I stared right at his cock as I kissed his girlfriend. With each twitch of his flesh, I wanted it more and more. Finally, just as I thought I couldn't take it any more, he grabbed me by the hair and pulled my face up to his cock. I gladly took the head into my mouth, closing my eyes and moaning at the feeling just as he closed his eyes and groaned at the wet warmth of my mouth. Kristen was recovered enough to watch us, now, and she pushed up my shirt to get to my breasts, giving my nipples the same treatment that I had given hers. Dave grunted that he wouldn't last much longer, so I slowed down my sucking, pressing tight at the base of his cock to stave off his orgasm, licking his cock up and down and feeling almost orgasmic myself due to all of the sensations in my body. That's when Dave reached around behind me and shoved two fingers into my cunt, bringing me off in a quick, hard orgasm that surprised me with its force. Kristen pulled my face down to hers and kissed me deeply again as I collapsed my body onto hers. Her hands wandered down to my ass, squeezing and needing the flesh and pulling my skirt up to show it to Dave. He spanked me affectionately, then rubbed his cockhead against Kristen and my wet lips. Our tongue snaked out and around the head and he shuddered as she took the head in her mouth and I licked down his shaft. His groans grew even louder when Kristen joined me and we each took one of his balls in our mouth to suck gently on it. We steadied him with a hand on his ass and one on his thigh as we both kissed and licked back up and simultaneously sucked on the head, then kissed each other around his cock. Between our mouths and then our hands stroking him off, Dave didn't last long, and he warned us just before the first shot caught Kristen in the face. I took the second in my mouth, then Kristen took the third. The last two shots hit my chin and tits and Dave sank down onto the floor as he watched Kristen and I lick each other clean, then kiss his cum back and forth between our mouths. She and I grinned at each other before sliding down onto the floor, one on each side of him, and we each kissed him deeply in turn, feeding him some of the cum that he had just fed us. Friends with Benefits This is my second submission to Literotica. It's a bit of fluff with no sex. In response to some of the comments, I write to entertain, sometimes to get people to think but mostly just for fun. The views of my characters are usually - but not always - similar to my own. I often get my inspiration from real life people and events of which I have direct or indirect knowledge. In my mind, it lends credibility to the story. Using them does not mean I approve, disapprove or have a particular agenda regarding said people or events. Note my pen name. I put Judo in my stories for the same reason StangStar06 puts Mustangs in his. It's something I love. It's a gimmick, but it's fun. Judo may feature prominently in some stories and not at all in others. In others, there will be hidden references - a name, date, event or location related to the art. See if you can "find Waldo." Also note, my love of Judo does not mean I'm a big fan of "cuckold is a blackbelt (Navy Seal, Ranger, etc.) who wreaks bloody retribution on his betrayers" stories. Sun Tzu said "The supreme art of war is to subdue the enemy without fighting." Many thanks for the constructive comments and especially to those of you who took the time to send messages of encouragement to a novice. ***** Friends With Benefits By Judogeezer "Lynn, I'm at my wits end." Danielle Nelson complained to her best friend. "All Doug thinks about is sex. He whines constantly that he doesn't get enough. He's always pawing at me and making off-color comments. I'm about ready to move into the guest bedroom." "Wow, Dani, What happened? You used to tell me Doug was such a considerate husband and lover." "I don't know. We still make love regularly, but for heaven's sake, he's 50 and I'm 48. I told him I just don't have much libido anymore. He can't expect sex to be like it was when we were 20." "Well, how often do you give in to him?" Dani didn't catch Lynn's sarcastic tone. "Oh I don't know. I don't keep track. I'd guess it's at least every other week." "When was the last time?" "Let's see." Dani stared at the ceiling for a moment. "Oh yeah, it was the first Sunday in June." "Dani! That was six weeks ago. When was the time before that?" Dani looked annoyed but gave the ceiling another glance. "It was the week before Easter. Jenny was home on Spring break. Doug took some time off to do family stuff and talked me into it while Jenny was out with her friends." "Good God, Dani." Lynn was genuinely shocked at her friend's indifference. "No wonder Doug is feeling neglected. You're not even doing it once a month." "Now don't you go getting on my case. I just lost interest but Doug won't respect that. All he wants is to use my body for his own selfish pleasure. I thought he was different from other guys, but no. All he wants to do is rut." "Honey, that man worships the ground you walk on. A lot of men are pigs. They're not interested in anything above the shoulders. Doug isn't like that. For men like him, sex is how they express their love. When you cut him off, it's like telling him you don't love him anymore." "That's ridiculous. I tell him I love him all the time." "Actions speak louder than words, girlfriend. I'd give anything to have Jack's hands all over me again. You really don't appreciate the water 'till the well runs dry." A tear trickled down Marilyn's cheek. It had been four years since her husband was killed in an auto accident and she still missed him terribly. "I'm sorry, Lynn. I didn't mean to bring back bad memories." "It's not just memories, Dani. Every night, I lie in a big, empty bed wishing I had someone to snuggle with, someone to hold me and make me feel wanted. There were times I was too tired to make love and I got snippy with Jack. You know how it is with kids and jobs and bills and endless chores. But, more often than not, I went along because I knew he needed the closeness too. He needed to know I loved him no matter what and I never regretted it. I wish I'd made more memories with Jack. It's all I have left now." They sat sipping tea, lost in their own thoughts. Lynn finally looked up and caught Dani watching her with a speculative gaze. "What?" "What do you think of Doug?" Lynn was puzzled but considered the question. "I'd have to say that, after Jack, he's the nicest man I know. He's thoughtful. You've said he always remembers birthdays and anniversaries. He's loyal. I've seen him fend off women that hit on him at parties when you're not around. He always goes on and on about what a wonderful wife and mother you are. He's romantic. I still envy that surprise get away weekend he set up last year. Does he still give you flowers and mushy cards for no reason?" Dani nodded. Lynn was so naive. All that crap was just another way to butter a girl up. Still, she felt a little jealous of Lynn's enthusiastic praise for her husband. It was Lynn's turn to stare at the ceiling for a bit before going on. "Doug's a gentleman. Oh, I've caught him checking me out, but he's never creepy about it. It's the kind of look a woman wants. He's admiring, not undressing you with his eyes. He can complement me on how I look without making me feel like he's trying to get in my pants. You know what I mean?" Dani shrugged. Doug's got her fooled, but that could work to Dani's advantage. "I can have a conversation with Doug and he's not talking to my chest the whole time. He's intelligent, has a good sense of humor, and doesn't take himself too seriously. Best of all, he's a good listener. He's a lot like Jack that way. You always feel you have his undivided attention." Lynn had a faraway look. Clearly, she was missing interaction with a man. A daring plan began to form in Dani's devious mind. "Lynn, you haven't been with a man since Jack died. How are you getting your needs met?" "Let's just say if I owned stock in Duracell, I'd be rich." Lynn sighed, looking dejected. "It takes the edge off, but won't ever replace the real thing." "You're still young. Why don't you get back out there?" Lynn laughed. "Dani, we're the same age. Weren't you just telling me you were too old for this stuff?" "That's just me. It sounds like your libido is working fine." "Oh it is, but that's not the problem. I just don't have the heart to go through the whole dating game. Do you know how many toads I had to kiss before I found my prince? Besides, I want what I had with Jack, not some random hook-ups. Jack spoiled me for other men. I guess I'll let the Fates decide. If I'm destined to meet someone special, so be it. If not, I still have wonderful memories." "Don't give up, girlfriend. Maybe the Fates will get some help." "Oh no, don't even think about setting me up. I still have nightmares over that awful party Kayla Henderson threw. I think she had every bachelor in three counties there. It was like feeding time at the zoo." They both laughed at their well-intentioned friend's debacle. Her own plan crystalized. Maybe she could kill two birds with one stone. "I would never do that to you. I'm thinking more along the lines of a temporary solution; something that would get you back on the horse and me out of the saddle." "Don't talk in riddles, Dani. What on Earth are you getting at?" "Ok, hear me out. I think I can solve both our problems. You miss intimacy with Jack but don't want the hassles of dating. I'm married to a guy who's a lot like Jack, but wants way more intimacy than I do. How would you feel about getting together with Doug a couple of times a week to scratch your mutual itch?" "Dani, are you crazy? I'm not the kind of woman who cheats with her best friend's husband. Besides, Doug will never go for it." "Slow down. First off, it's not cheating if I give my permission. Second, Doug really likes you and I don't think it will take much to persuade him given how randy he's been lately." Especially after I cut him off completely, she thought smugly. "Are you serious? If you are, you're playing with fire. He's going to think you're throwing him away." "Pfft." Dani waved dismissively. "Most married men get a little on the side at some point. This way it's all open and above board. I won't have to worry about him knocking up some bimbo or bringing something nasty home." Lynn was getting miffed at her friend's cavalier attitude; that and her low opinion of men in general. "So, you think Doug and I could have sex and not develop serious feelings for each other?" "Sure. If you both agreed, it'd just be a friend with benefits thing." "And that doesn't bother you at all?" "Nope." They sat for a while in silence. Lynn tried to get her head around what Dani was proposing. They had been friends since high school; roomed together in college, even double dated a number of times. They were attending a Comicon together when they met their future husbands. As she thought about it, it was only by chance that she ended up with Jack and not Doug. She was dressed as Amidala and Jack came as Luke Skywalker. The whole time they dated, Dani and Doug teased them about having an Oedipus complex going on. It was Lynn that made the first move on the two guys though. She was in Catwoman attire while Doug was making a Superman costume look good. She latched on to Doug while declaring she wanted to make Batman jealous. They had a few good laughs about how they connected but the pairing held up. Dani was fun to be around, mainly because she always skated on the edge of disaster - like the time she broke into the Dean's house while he was on sabbatical and screwed her boyfriend in the Dean's bed. Lynn knew her friend was a schemer but never realized just how manipulative or self-centered she could be. She'd always liked Doug and found herself getting angry at the casual disrespect Dani was showing to her husband. "Dani, I think you're making a huge mistake here, but if you're determined to put Doug back on the market, have him call me first." Oblivious to Lynn's sarcasm, Dani broke into a huge grin. She prided herself on always conning Lynn into going along with her plans. As for Doug, as long as she kept him off balance, he would be a push over. He always gave her what she wanted. Besides, he must be climbing the walls by now. It wouldn't take much to hook him and Lynn up, thank God. Then she could reap the benefits. No more wet spots. No more mess in her panties. No more pawing at all hours of the day and night. She could relax at bedtime and read without worrying about Doug getting amorous. Best of all, she could decide when or if she wanted to have sex. No more doing her "wifely duty" to keep Doug from moping all the time. She chatted a bit longer with Lynn then made her excuses. Dani was eager to set the rest of her plan in motion. A year later, Dani sat in her car waiting for Doug and Lynn to appear. She could see her daughter and Lynn's two sons standing at the curb. They should be out any minute. Her scheme had worked far better than she anticipated. Dani remembered presenting her plan to her unsuspecting husband. At first, Doug acted shocked. He argued and pleaded for her to change her mind. She held firm and continued to wear him down with her brilliantly logical arguments. That and she did cut him off completely. As Lynn predicted, Dani had to reassure Doug that she wasn't discarding him or having an affair or planning to use his time with Lynn to get more in a divorce. He finally agreed to sit down with her and Lynn and discuss the situation like adults. They met at a local eatery where they could sit away from other diners and have a private conversation. Dani insisted they come in separate cars. It was obvious to Doug she was hoping he'd go home with Lynn. Dani ordered a diet Pepsi. Doug and Lynn both ordered tea and a slice of banana cream pie. As soon as they were settled, Doug jumped right in. "Lynn, Dani says she's discussed her cockamamie friends with benefits idea with you and you agreed to give it a go." Lynn gave her friend a stern look. Dani just shrugged her shoulders dismissively. "Not exactly. I told her if she was putting you back on the market to have you call me first. I never agreed to scratch any itches. Not just yet." Lynn wasn't sure why she added that last, but let it ride. It was Doug's turn to look askance at his wife. "So, does this mean you're putting me back on the market?" "As far as sex goes, yes but only with Lynn. I'm really trying to do you both a favor. You both want a lot of sex and you don't want to involve strangers. Why are you making such a big deal out of it?" Dani's lips tightened into a line. She was frustrated and getting impatient. It wasn't like them to put up so much resistance. Lynn watched as a deep sadness descended over Doug's face. His face softened as he saw the same despair on Lynn's. For too long, his love for Dani had covered over something he knew deep in his heart. At her core, Dani was a self-centered conniver. She never considered the effect of her scheming on others as long as she got what she wanted. Facing the truth almost brought him to tears. "Sweetie, have you heard anything I've said in the last few weeks? I was never the kind of guy that did one night stands or had to see how many girls I could score with in order to feel like a man. I need a personal connection before I get intimate with a woman." Dani's eyes brightened. "That's why this is so perfect. You guys already know each other. You're friends and I've heard you both say how much you like the other. This will just add another dimension to your friendship. It will bring us all closer together." She smiled brightly. It was lost on her that her husband and best friend looked at her like she was speaking ancient Greek. After an uncomfortable pause, Lynn turned to him. "Doug, maybe just the two of us should talk about this some more." Before anything more could be said, Dani jumped to her feet. "That's a great idea, Doug. I won't wait up. Try not to wake me when you get in." Lynn and Doug watched slack jawed as Dani walked the length of the restaurant and out the door without a look back. Lynn looked at Doug. "Is she nuts?" Doug sighed. "Does this remind you of anything?" "Yeah, yeah it does. This is the old Dani. The one we thought settled down when she became a wife and mother. What's going on, Doug?" "Maybe it's a mid-life crisis." Doug shrugged his shoulders. "I know marriages can get into a rut after twenty five years. I try to keep things fresh. It just seems that no matter what I do, she takes it for granted. And forget about romance, she treats every gesture like I have an ulterior motive." "Oh, you do. Didn't you know? You men are all alike. All that stuff is just so you can get in her pants." Doug snorted. "I don't even know what color her underwear is anymore. I've tried to explain to her how important intimacy is in a marriage. But it goes in one ear and out the other. Frankly, I've lost all desire for her." Doug had his elbows planted on the table and his face in his hands. He looked absolutely miserable. "She really thinks all I'm after is sex?" Lynn nodded. "I'd be happy if we could just sit and have a conversation or watch a movie together. She spends most of her time with her hobbies and interests. It gets really lonely sometimes." Lynn reached across the table and put her hand on Doug's arm. "I know how you feel. I keep busy and I have some really good friends, but there are many nights when I wish I could just snuggle up to a guy and talk about my day. Look, why don't we get together for dinner or catch a movie some evening? I don't need anybody to scratch any itches but some companionship would be nice. Maybe if we spend some time together, Dani will get jealous and call this nonsense off." "Good idea. How do you feel about the community theater? They're putting on a comedy that I've heard is pretty good." "Ooh, Jack and I used to go all the time. Remember, we tried to get you to join us but Dani always turned her nose up." "Yeah. She always insisted we go to the theaters in the city. How about next Wednesday?" "Sounds great. You buy the tickets and I'll spring for dinner. Pick me up about six?" "You're on." Dani remembered she was still getting ready for bed when Doug came in all smiles. "Well, you obviously didn't have time to get laid. Why are you so cheerful?" Doug looked thoughtfully at his wife then sighed. "Dani, you wouldn't understand if I told you." "So, when are you two getting together?" "Kinda jumping to conclusions aren't you? We're going to dinner and a play next Wednesday. From now on, though, anything I do with Lynn is none of your business." Dani was annoyed that Doug would make plans without her approval. She was absolutely flabbergasted when he began moving his things into the guest bedroom. "Where do you think you're going?" "I understand you think all I want from you is sex. I'm giving you some space so you don't feel put upon." Dani smirked. If he thought this little ploy would get her crawling to him, he really didn't realize she was always able to outlast him. It would be nice having the big bed and the master bath all to herself. A year had passed and Dani could say she achieved her goal. Doug never did move back into the master bedroom. He no longer bothered her for sex and he did eventually start having sex with Lynn. She ducked down in her car as Doug and Lynn came out the door and started down the steps. Doug looked very handsome in the tux and Lynn's gown was gorgeous. She choked up when the crowd, including their children, cheered and began throwing rice on the happy couple. They'd invited her to the ceremony. She still wasn't sure whether it was out of genuine affection or spite. She got the invitation with two handwritten notes. Lynn had written: Thanks for giving the Fates a little help. Doug's note simply read: I hope we can still be friends even if there are no benefits. Doug insisted that he and Lynn never had sex - no, he said they never made love until after the divorce was final. They were friends with benefits all right, but Dani was only now beginning to understand that there was a lot more to those benefits than a roll in the hay. She peered over the edge of the dashboard and watched her husband and best friend get into the limo with the big just married sign on the back. A tear trickled down Dani's cheek. Lynn was right; you don't appreciate the water 'till the well runs dry. Friends... with Benefits? Pt. 01 After a busy day waiting tables in her local cafe, Meg unlocked the door to her tiny apartment and threw her keys onto the kitchen counter. Kicking off her shoes, she sank down onto the couch, and rested her aching feet on the coffee table. What she wouldn't give for a foot massage after a long day of standing on her feet. She'd have to settle for a warm, soapy bath. She padded barefoot to the bathroom and turned on the taps. She added a few drops of her favourite bath oil and started to get undressed. She removed her apron and button-down uniform until she stood in front of the bathroom mirror in her underwear. She studied the woman looking back at her. She had always looked younger than her 26 years and her long blonde hair, now released from the bun she was required to have for work, was one of her best features. She had lost weight, she noticed as she turned to her side to get a better view. This was unsurprising considering she'd been on the heartbreak diet. Thankfully her breasts remained full and were barely contained by the lacy bra she wore. She might have to wear a functional uniform but she could at least have the satisfaction of wearing something feminine and sexy beneath it. She was just beginning to get her confidence back after her messy breakup with David, her boyfriend of 2 years. Meg had caught him, quite literally, with his pants down. While Meg was hard at work, David took the opportunity to bring home his secretary and fuck her in their bed. Meg had decided to finish early to surprise him, and surprise him she did as she walked in on him buried deep inside a woman she considered a friend. Meg left him and their beautiful home and moved into her tiny apartment on the other side of the city. The only positive was now living only a few streets away from her oldest friend, Kate. She made a mental note to call her after her bath. Unhooking her bra and peeling down her thong, Meg climbed into her now full bath. As she lay down she felt the tension of the day slowly start to drain away. She closed her eyes and enjoyed the feel of the water caressing her body. "Mmm," she moaned. She'd waited all day for this. She ran her hands over her breasts and her nipples hardened in response. Almost immediately she felt the throb between her legs. Meg sighed. David may be a jerk but she missed the physical side of their relationship. She ached to be touched, to be filled. She wanted sex! However, she was wasn't the type for one night stands and she certainly wasn't looking for another relationship, but she needed to do something about that ache. She let her fingers run over her soapy nipples. Her breasts had always been sensitive and she missed the feel of a man's hands on them. She squeezed and tugged on her nipples, feeling the effects right between her legs. She allowed one hand to slide down her body under the water as the other hand continued to tug and squeeze her nipple. Her fingers found her smooth pussy. David had always liked her to shave and it was a habit she hadn't gotten out of. She ran the palm of her hand of her smoothness and then slid one finger between her pussy lips as she found her clit. She was already wet, and not just from the bath water. She began to rub her clit, circling her finger over the tip of it. It felt amazing. Her movements became quicker and more forceful as her breathing also became faster. She slid her hand lower so she could slide one finger deep inside her pussy, quickly followed by a second. She lay there like that, just fucking herself with her fingers. She felt the tension build as her climax approached. She was right on the brink but seemed unable to let go. She slammed her fingers into her wet pussy, squeezed her nipple with her other hand and even imagined the cute guy she had served at work today fucking her - but nothing worked. This was the second time this week she'd been unable to bring herself off. She certainly wanted to but there was just something stopping her. She groaned in frustration as she withdrew her fingers from her pussy. Feeling cross and completely unsatisfied, she climbed out the bath. She wrapped herself in her fluffy robe, grabbed her phone and made her way to her bedroom. She flopped down on her bed and began to dial her best friend's number. If she couldn't rely on an orgasm to cheer her up, she would try a chat with her bestie. Her friend's house phone rang and rang until at last it was answered by a male voice. "Hello, Kate's house," the deep voice answered. "Hi, who is this?" Meg asked, surprised to hear a male voice since Kate was single and lived alone. "It's Paul. Meg is that you?" Meg felt her body relax as she suddenly recognised Kate's brother's voice, relieved she wasn't casually chatting to an intruder. "Paul! What are you doing there? Where's Kate? You stealing things out of her fridge again?" Meg asked in a teasing voice. "Busted. No, Kate had to go out of town, she's got an interview for that job she applied for so I'm staying here looking after Mitzi." Mitzi was Kate's spoilt little Shitzu who hated everyone but her beloved owner. "Ha! Good luck with that one!" "Urgh, I know, I've already almost lost a finger. Did you want Kate for something urgent? You can probably get her on her mobile?" "No, it's okay," Meg sighed. "I just wanted a bit of cheering up." "You could always talk to me. I'm kind of hilarious." Meg could almost see the twinkle in Paul's dark brown eyes. While Kate was fair and petite, her brother was tall, broad and dark. His dark brown hair was cut short and his handsome face always seemed to have a grin on it. Meg had always had a bit of a secret crush on him, but never uttered a word, knowing he saw her as another sister. Meg lay back against her fluffy pillow and smiled. "Ok then, funny boy. Entertain me." "Well, I broke up with Celia yesterday." "What? That's not funny!" "Ah c'mon, you and Kate hated her! That's bound to cheer you up!" "We didn't hate her, we just... Okay yeah, we hated her!" "Ha, I knew it! I was getting bored of her constant moaning." "What was she moaning about?" Paul lowered his voice to a whisper. "She kept complaining my cock was too big," he said deadpan. Meg spluttered with laughter. That was not what she was expecting to hear! "Told you I could cheer you up." Meg could hear the smile in his voice. "I just can't believe you said the word cock to me!" Meg giggled. "I'm sorry milady, have I offended your sensitive, delicate little ears?" "No! But I can't help thinking you wouldn't have said that to Kate." "You're not Kate though. You're not my sister. Far from it." Meg thought about that last comment. What did that mean? Far from it? "So anyway," Paul's voice interrupted her thoughts. "What are you up to?" "Right now? I just got out of the bath and now I'm lying on my bed talking to you." There was a moment of silence. "A bath, huh? I hope you're decent. A lady should never converse with a gentlemen while in the nude." "No, I'm not nude. I have a bathrobe to cover my dignity." "It's not your dignity I'm worried about covering. It's your massive tits!" "Paul!" Meg exclaimed in shock. He had never made even the slightest comment about her body in the past. She flushed as she imagined him looking at her breasts. She heard Paul's deep chuckle. "Sorry, I couldn't resist. The thought of you almost naked and just out of the bath is distracting." Meg wasn't sure how to respond. They had never talked to each other like this before. She knew she shouldn't but Meg was enjoying it. "Would you like me to put some clothes on, Paul?" she flirted. She held her breath, waiting for his response. "I really, really don't." Meg smiled in spite of herself. "In fact, the mental image is really quite something," Paul murmured. "Yeah?" Meg whispered, barely trusting herself to speak. "What do you see?" "Well in my head, your bathrobe is open at the top. You're lying on your bed, your gorgeous hair splayed across your pillow. I can see your breasts, Meg. They're big and beautiful just like I knew they would be." Paul paused as Meg felt her breathing quicken and the throb between her legs was back. "Should I carry on?" Paul asked in a low voice" "Yes," Meg breathed. "I can see your body. Those curves that have driven me crazy for years. Your tiny waist, your curvy hips. Your gorgeous legs half covered by your robe, hiding what I really need to see." Meg swallowed hard. "Paul..." She murmured. "I know, babe," he said simply. The silence stretched between them until Paul asked, "I can hear you moving about. What are you doing?" Meg hesitated just for a moment and admitted, "I've taken off my robe." "Fuck!" Paul exclaimed. "Oh fucking hell, Meggie, you're killing me." She usually didn't like it when he called her Meggie but tonight she loved the sound of her name on his lips. She ran a finger between her cleavage and over a nipple. Her body was still aching from the orgasm she was earlier denied. "Have you had sex since that fucker David?" Paul asked. "No." "He's a dick. If I had you in my bed I'd never leave it. And neither would you." "I thought you saw me a sister," Meg confessed. "A sister?! God, no. Trust me, Meggie, my feelings are anything other than brotherly. I wouldn't be lying here with a raging hard-on if I thought of you as a sister." Meg couldn't help the moan that escaped her lips at the thought of him lying there with an erection. "In fact, if milady doesn't object, I think I might catch up and take off a few layers myself?" "Take them all off," Meg found herself whispering. She listened as she heard the rustle of movement, closing her eyes and imagining him removing his clothes, exposing his erection. He was tall and broad, she was sure his cock would be impressive. "Okay, we're even Meggie. Now what do we do about it?" "I don't know," Meggie flushed, still not quite believing she was doing this with her best friend's brother. Flirting was one thing, but this was way beyond that. "If I was there we wouldn't be talking, that's for sure," Paul confessed. "Yeah? What would we be doing then?" Meg felt suddenly brave and she felt herself giving in to the ache between her legs. "Well to start, I'd finally find out what it would be like to kiss you. I'd let my tongue find yours and just take my time. I want to tangle my fingers in your beautiful hair and make you forget everything other than my mouth on yours." "Mmm. That sounds amazing. Then what would happen?" Meg murmured. "Well, I'd let my lips drop on to your neck and run my hand over your naked body. Over your stomach and up over your breasts. Meggie, this isn't the first time I've laid here thinking about your tits. They get me hard every time I look at them. Remember that party a few years back where you and Kate went as slutty nurses? I'll never forget how hot you looked. Your tits pushed up high, your skirt showing off your amazing legs, I wanted to touch you. I wanted to drag you back to my house and fuck you senseless. But David had you and that drove me crazy." "He doesn't have me now," Meg reminded him. "Exactly. Meggie...?" "Yes," she breathed. "I need you to touch yourself how I want to touch you. I need you to take those pretty little fingers and just work your nipples between them." Meg did as she was told. She gently let her fingers run over her breasts and took each nipple between two fingers and rolled and squeezed them. "Fuck, yes," she moaned. "That's it baby. You sound so fucking hot. Tug on them now, just gently. Now I want you to slide your fingers in your mouth and just get them wet for me. That's it, good girl. Now go back to your nipples. Imagine your wet fingers are my mouth, swirling my tongue over them, sucking them into my mouth. Meggie, I'm stroking my cock for you. I need this." "Me too," Meg admitted, her breath coming in quick gasps. "I haven't cum in over a month." "A month? Oh baby, I'm going to make it worth your wait. I'm going to make this good for you." Meg imagined him lying back on his bed, naked like she was, stroking his cock. Perhaps rolling a thumb over the tip of his cock as it leaked a drop of precum. "Paul...?" "Yeah babe?" She took a deep breath. "If I was there, I'd take you in my mouth." "Fuck!" She heard the sharp intake of breath and feeling bold she continued. "I'd take my time. I'd run my tongue over the tip of your cock, just to taste you. Then slowly I'd wrap my lips around your cock, sucking you into my mouth. I'd let my tongue swirl around your cock as I took you deeper into my mouth. And then I'd go for it. I'd let my lips slide right down to the base of your cock, feeling you hit the back of my throat and not stopping for a second. I'd deep throat you Paul. I'd make you cum down the back of my throat." "Jesus, fucking, Christ! Meg, you need to touch your pussy for me right now. If I was there my head would be between your spread legs and I'd take all fucking night tasting you and licking you and making you cum. You need to use your fingers babe. Rub your clit for me. I bet you pussy is so fucking pretty." Meg's hand slipped between her legs and felt the wetness there. She let a finger find her clit and rubbed it just like she had earlier in the bath. Fuck, it felt so good. She groaned. "That's it sexy. Keep going. Rub that clit for me and imagine me circling it with my tongue. I wouldn't stop until you'd cum against my face." "Paul..." Meg moaned, desperately. "What do you need baby?" "I need my fingers." "Fuck. Go on baby. Do it. Slide your fingers inside your pussy. God, I bet you look amazing. I'm so turned on. Fuck your pussy. Flick them inside you." There was no longer any need for words as they both worked themselves. There was just the wet sound of two people masturbating furiously. Their moans and sounds of encouragement spurred them both on. "Paul, I'm close..." "Me too baby. I want to cum with you. Go for it baby. Fuck yourself and imagine it's me. And tell me when." Meg flicked her two fingers deep inside her pussy and she rubbed at her clit with her thumb. She could feel the tension mounting and felt her legs stiffen as she shouted "now!" "Fuck, yes now, baby. Now! Now! Now!" Meg wasn't denied her orgasm this time. Her fingers continue to flick and twist as she moaned Paul's name over and over as the waves of pleasure washed over her body. She could hear Paul's heavy breathing on the end of the phone. Hearing him cum for her was one of the sexiest experiences of her life. Her whole body was shaking. "Meggie. Meggie, Meggie, Meggie." He whispered. "That was fucking incredible." "Mmm," Meg responded, barely even capable of forming words. "If I was there, your first orgasm would just be the start." "I feel I could go all night," Meg murmured. "That's it!" Paul all but shouted as she heard movement from the other end of the line. "What?" She questioned. "I'm coming over." End of part one. Friends with Benefits It was just a regular party with a bunch of friends- you know, the ones where you don't really expect to get laid, but it would be nice if it happened. I was one of the only girls there- the other was Janice, who was dating Kenny at the time. Then there was Tristan, and his best friend Mike, two of the goofiest guys I'd ever met. They're in their late twenties (I think Tristan might actually be having his thirtieth birthday next month.) And then there were some buddies of Mike and Tristan's from college. Okay, so about Tristan. . . he is never what most people would call attractive. He has blond hair and blue eyes, average height and weight. I never would have given him a second thought. . . I mean, he's funny and cool to talk to, but he's just so damn goofy! And quite a bit on the immature side. But, I first really started to notice Tristan when we were hanging out at a burger joint for lunch one day. We went with Mike and Kenny, and Janice was tagging along too. The three of them were laughing it up, talking about some movie they had seen. Meanwhile, Tristan and I were having an in-depth conversation- not about anything in particular. But as I looked into Tristan's eyes, I found myself think how blue and beautiful they were. Then I noticed as I looked at his mouth, how full and kissable they seemed. It took a lot for me not to lean over the table in our booth and kiss him out of sheer impulse. So, I began having quite a crush on Tristan. I never said anything to anyone about it- I was a little embarrassed. Besides, it seemed to me like I was just one of the guys to him, and he wouldn't even think about me as anything more. Anyway, the party started off normally. They had thrown in the movie "Orgazmo" in the DVD player, and we all sat around and laughed our asses off. Eventually, the more we drank, inevitably, the more everyone got drunk. No one was really watching the movie anymore. Some people had gone out on the back patio to jump into the jacuzzi, and others were going into the kitchen to find more beer. Somehow, Tristan and I ended up sitting alone on the couch in front of the TV. I was really drunk, having had about five beers and two shots of Jagermeister. I would say that Tristan was pretty wasted himself, considering that he was rambling on about something that I had honestly lost track of. "I mean, I've only had sex with about. . . 7 people," I heard him say, and immediately my ears perked. "Oh, yeah?" I said. "Who was the last, if you don't mind my asking?" Tristan took a moment to think, and I laughed as he began counting on his fingers. At last, with a look of "Eureka!" on his face, he said, "Oh yeah! Do you remember that girl Rachel who used to hang out with us?" I fucking hated Rachel. Mike had invited her to a couple of the parties we'd had, and I'd never liked her. She was a slut, and she didn't bother to hide it in the least. I knew for a fact that she had slept with Mike, and even Kenny, though I would never tell Janice. And now, Tristan. I tried to hide my disdain. "Yeah, I remember her. Kind of." "Yeah, she was the last girl I slept with. Honestly, I didn't like her at all, but I was drunk and she was coming on to me like crazy. So, who was the last person you slept with?" My face immediately flushed. In all honesty, I had only slept with one guy. I had dated James for a little over five years, and we broke up about a year ago. I hadn't had sex since then. "Um, the last guy I slept with was named James," I told him. I hadn't ever mentioned James to him before, and I didn't feel like getting into details now. Our relationship had been pretty rocky, though I had loved him a lot. "James?" Tristan replied. "Okay, I give. Who is James?" I sighed loudly. "James was my last boyfriend. We dated for about five years, and we broke up about a year ago." Tristan stared at me in shock. His gaze was making me highly uncomfortable, so I looked away and laughed nervously. "So, you haven't had sex in a year?" he asked. I nodded nonchalantly, but still couldn't look a him. There was an uncomfortable silence between us. Then suddenly, Tristan stood up, setting his bottle of beer down on the coffee table. "All right," he said, reaching down and grabbing my arm. "Let's go." Stunned, he pulled me up off of the couch, took my hand in his, and starting leading towards the stairs. Affected by the alcohol, my had immediately became dizzy. "Woah, woah, wait a minute," I said. "What are you doing?" "I am taking you upstairs and we are going to have sex," Tristan replied, rather matter-of-fact. He had me dragged up the stairs about halfway at this point, and I halted on the step. He was standing on the step above me, and still was holding on to my hand. "What!?" I cried out, and Tristan turned his head to look at me, as if to say, "Yeah, what's the problem." "It's been a year since you've had sex," Tristan insisted. "That is way too long. Come on, it'll be fun, come on." With a light-hearted laugh, he once again began pulling me up the stairs. I resisted once more, and he sighed as he stopped again and looked at me. My whole face was flushed, and I felt completely mortified. This was not exactly the way I had expected it to happen. "Tristan, I appreciate the thought, but I don't think this is a good idea. We're both drunk, and, I mean, we're friends, right? Wouldn't that just be weird?" Tristan gave me another cynical look. "Come on, don't give me that. So we're drunk. That gives us even a better reason to give into impulse. And we're friends- even better. Besides, didn't Mike tell you that I had a major crush on you?" I continued to be in shock. "And Mike told me that he could tell that you liked me, too. Ah ah, don't try to deny it. So let's go, it will be good for both of us." I was too stunned to resist anymore. I let Tristan lead me up the rest of the stairs, and we came to what I assumed to be his bedroom. There were posters on the wall from various movies, and a Reel Big Fish band poster above his bed. On a night stand stood a small lamp that was turned on, providing very little light in the room. At last, Tristan stopped and turned to look at me. He had a smile on his face, as he rested his hands on my upper arms. Then he leaned in and kissed me, without warning. My mind was racing. This was way too fast. But my suspicions had been right. Not only were Tristan's lips soft and full, but he was a damn good kisser. I finally let myself relax a little, as I moved my lips beneath his. I heard Tristan emit a soft moan, and his tongue slipped into my mouth expertly. I entwined mine with his, and tasted beer and something sweet. It didn't bother me at all. Finally Tristan pulled away, and he looked at me with a grin on his face. "Now, that wasn't that bad, was it?" I smiled back. "Oh, no. Not bad at all." He continued grinning as he leaned in once more to kiss me again. This time I lifted my arms to wrap around his neck. His hands lowered to settle on my waist. We kissed for long, lingering moments, our tongues twisted together, our bodies pressed up against each other. I felt Tristan's cock rise up against his pants, poking my thigh. Then I felt his hands slip underneath my shirt, and they moved around to my back. Before I knew it, he had unfastened my bra. Luckily, it was strapless, so it come out easily under my shirt and fell to the floor. Then his hands were on my breasts- cupping gently at first, then he gave them a small squeeze. Finally, his fingers began toying with my nipples, making them hard and rubbery. I became immediately wet between my thighs, as he pinched the nipples between his thumb and index finger. I moaned into his mouth, then let out a gasp as he sucked on my bottom lip. Tristan took his lips away from mine, as he lifted up on my shirt, and I helped him to remove it. I felt suddenly vulnerable as I stood there topless in front of him. I watched his bright blue eyes as he stared at my breasts, and thankfully, he seemed to like what he saw. Slowly, Tristan lowered to his knees, and knowing his intention, I groaned even before he took my right nipple into his mouth. He sucked hard on the nub, then swirled his tongue around it. My fingers gripped tightly on his shoulders, then in his hair. When he had finished with the right breast, he turned his attention to the left one, and flicked his tongue against the nipple fast and furiously, making me cry out. Finally Tristan stood up, and kissed me hard on my lips. Then he took my hand and led me over toward the bed. Gently, he pushed me down on it, and I watched as he stood and undressed in front of me. I was pleased with what I saw- without his clothes, Tristan looked much more built. And when he took off his pants, his cock jumped out readily. Once again, I was pleasantly surprised. He had to be about 6 1/2 inches long! And about 1 1/2 in width! Tristan climbed onto the bed, and I reached out for him. But he was keeping his distance, for now, and he gave me that irresistible mischevious grin. He reached down and began to unzip my jeans, and I lifted my hips as he pulled them off, simultaneously taking off my shoes and socks. Then he wasted no time in removing my panties. So there I was, lying naked in front of him for the first time. I felt suddenly self-conscious, but I forgot about it quickly as Tristan put his hand between my legs and began rubbing his fingers against the outer layer of my cunt. I cried out in pleasure, and spread my legs wider to give him more access. He spread apart the folds of skin, and felt the moistness of my inner core. He slipped one finger inside of me, then two, and imitated the movement of a cock. I tossed back my head and moaned uncontrollably. I almost exploded right then and there as one of his fingers from his other hand found my clit, and rubbed it mercilessly. But he wouldn't let me off so easily. He removed the finger from my clit, then leaned his head down to replace it with his tongue. As he expertly licked and sucked the hard nub, his fingers continued to thrust in and out of me. My whole body was writhing beneath him, and at last, as he took my clit between his lips and sucked hard, I had an orgasm that made my head spin. I cried out loudly, and Tristan gave one last, long lick before lifting his head. My breath came out in pants as Tristan moved over me, and then he kissed me gently on the mouth. I looked up at him, and he was smiling down at me, his blue eyes sparkling. I laughed as I grabbed his head and kissed him. Then, before I knew it, I felt Tristan's cock poking gently inside me. I gasped, and gripped him tightly as he slid into my tender pussy. At last he filled me, and I sighed in pleasure. It had been so long since I had felt that sensation- God, I'd missed it more than I thought! Tristan began thrusting in and out, slowly at first, but his pace gradually quickened. I held onto his shoulders, and buried my head in his neck as he pumped into me harder and faster. "Oh, God!" I cried out, as I came closer and closer to my climax. Tristan kissed me hard as he made several hard thrusts, and I had to muffle my yell into his mouth as I came at last. Then Tristan tore his lips from mine, and as he buried his face in my neck, I heard him cry out loudly, and felt him reach his own orgasm. The both of us laid there, sweaty and panting, until at last Tristan lifted himself off of me and laid down beside me. After a moment, he turned over on his side, propped his head up with his elbow, and looked at me. "So," he said. "How did that feel after a year of no sex? Was it the way you remembered it?" I laughed. "Well, they haven't changed it all that much. But it was great. Thank you, Tristan." "My pleasure," Tristan replied. "And hey, if you ever need my services again, you know my number." "Oh, I will definitely be needing them again," I said, as I rolled over and kissed him on the lips. "Is now good for you?" Friends with Benefits Jim and Ron had been best friends for many years. They first met in grade school when Ron's family moved to the fairly quiet suburban town to get out of the hectic lifestyle of the big city. They quickly became best friends and remained so all through high school. Jim and Ron both loved joking around and often kept their friends and classes laughing at their jokes and antics. They quickly gained the reputation of being "class clowns". Both of them were natural hams and always seemed to be joking with each other or doing some sort of silly gag. Neither of them shied away from the spotlight and weren't above making themselves look silly or doing weird things for the sake of a good laugh. Generally, their joking around didn't get them into too much trouble with their teachers as they were both nice kids and got decent grades. Their joking nature and outgoing personalities made them very popular at school and they had a huge circle of friends. One of their good friends was Dan. Often during high school Dan would hang out with Jim and Ron. Every year, starting with their sophomore year in high school, Dan threw a huge Halloween party at his place. His parents were really cool about the party and he was the first of their circle of friends to be able to have a party with little parental supervision or involvement. Each year the party grew a little bigger and a wilder. By the time they were seniors in high school the party was one of the premiere events of the first part of the school year. It was during that party that Dan's parents allowed alcohol, and drinking with a big group of friends in wild costumes only made the party wilder and more fun. This year Jim was very much looking forward to the party and he was excited that Halloween was now only a few days away. Jim was in his second year at college and he didn't get to see his old friends from his hometown very often. He and Ron had planned on going to the same college but at the last minute Jim received a scholarship offer from another school that was simply too good to pass up. That left him attending college about an hour away from his hometown while Ron attended another school about 45 minutes from his hometown in a different direction. Jim and Ron still hung out during the summer and over holiday breaks and they managed to visit each other at school a couple of times. Still, Jim missed his best friend and looked forward to Halloween since he knew Ron would also be coming back to their hometown to attend Dan's party. Dan still lived at home with his parents and attended a small commuter college on the edge of their hometown. He said he had plans to transfer to a bigger school after this school year, but Jim suspected that Dan might be the kind of guy to stay at home with his parents as long as possible. Dan continued the tradition of his Halloween party even after he and all of his friends started college. It took a lot of planning, but Jim went back home for the party the previous year. He had a great time and was happy to see many of his high school friends there. There was now a new group of people that Dan had met at his college joining the party and so the party was getting still larger by the year. Dan was one of those guys who went all out for Halloween. His entire house was decorated from top to bottom and he always wore elaborate costumes to his party. He spared no expense and Dan's enthusiasm for the holiday was contagious. Everyone looked forward to its arrival each year and now many of the guests went to elaborate means to create their costumes for the night. Dan started a new tradition a couple of years earlier to encourage more costumes. He put in some seed money and asked each guest to pay $5 into the pot when they arrived. During the party everyone voted on best costume and the winner got to keep all of the money. At last year's party the winner of the costume contest received a pretty large cash prize. Jim and Ron were always very competitive and they both put a lot of effort into their costumes for the past couple of years. Jim never quite seemed to have the creative knack of Ron and although his costumes were good they never were good enough. Ron had nearly won the costume contest each of the last two years. He finished a narrow second the previous year and had been joking all year long that he wouldn't settle for anything less than winning this year. He kept his costume a complete secret but promised it would be unbelievable. Jim decided to skip his two classes scheduled on Friday and took the bus home from campus on Friday morning. His mom met him at the bus station and they spent the afternoon catching up. He had only been back on campus for a couple of months after spending the summer at home but his mom fussed over him like she hadn't seen him in far longer than that. After a nice dinner at home with his parents Jim got ready for the party and took the car keys so he could go pick up Ron. Even as Jim drove to Ron's place he had no idea what Ron's costume was going to be. This year Jim had decided to go as a "hipster" from the 1920's. He had a full zoot suit with pinstripes, fancy shoes with spats, pocket watch with chain, and a cool, matching hat. To get himself in the mood he had swing music blaring from his car stereo as he pulled into Ron's driveway. Ordinarily he and Ron would take dates to the Halloween party, but this year it worked out that they both were between girlfriends. Jim had been dating someone through most of the previous school year, but she dumped him just a few weeks into the current school year. He'd been on a few casual dates since but nothing serious. Ron had been casually dating a couple of women but neither of them was able or interested in making the drive back to Ron's hometown to spend Halloween with a bunch of Ron's old high school friends. Ron told Jim he didn't really think these relationships were going very far anyway so he wasn't all that worried about it. The end result was that neither Jim nor Ron had a date this year and so they ended up going together. Jim didn't mind too much as he was looking forward to hanging out with Ron. Besides, he thought that the party might be a good place to try and pick someone up. There were several good looking women from his high school he wouldn't mind hooking up with and last year there had also been a few hot women from Dan's college in attendance. When Ron opened his front door Jim froze for a second and his jaw dropped open. Jim then exploded into wild laughter. He laughed so hard that he had to lean against the door frame to hold himself up. "What the hell is that?" Jim finally gasped between bursts of laughter. "What?" Ron asked, "Haven't you ever met my twin sister before?" Ron had dressed completely in drag for the night. However, this wasn't just a guy throwing on a dress. As usual, Ron had gotten 100% into his costume and had completely dressed in drag for the night. He wore a wig with long, straight black hair, and under his top he wore big, fake tits. He wore a black skirt that was fairly tight and came down to about his knees. Underneath he wore a pair of black fishnet nylons and a pair of black shoes with a short heel. "Did you fucking shave your legs?" Jim asked. "Of course," Ron replied, "I told you I was going to win the contest this year." Jim then looked at Ron's face and asked, "Is that make up?" "Yup," Ron answered. "My sister never goes anywhere without her makeup." "Well then," Jim said as they stepped out on the front porch and walked toward the car, "may I just be the first to tell you that you are perhaps the ugliest woman I have ever seen." They joked and laughed about Ron's costume all the way to Dan's house. At one point Ron said, "Hey man, check this out." He then lifted up his skirt and showed Jim what he called the final touch. "You've got to be kidding me," Jim said when he saw the top of the nylons on Ron's thighs. "Are you wearing a garter belt?" Ron laughed and said he thought it was the perfect final touch. "If you don't win the contest I'll be anxious to see who does," Jim said. Dan went wild for Ron's costume when he answered the door. The three of them joked and laughed as Dan asked Ron where he found the clothes. Dan got his date and she almost choked on her drink when she saw Ron. Before Dan led Jim and Ron downstairs to where the rest of the party was happening he told them to wait. Dan went to the bottom of the stairs and yelled over the music that he had some bad news. "I've just learned that our good friend Ron won't be able to join us tonight," Dan said. "All is not lost however as he was able to find a member of his family to take his place here tonight with us." He then flourished his hands and said, "I'm pleased to present Rhonda, Ron's twin sister." With that Jim and Ron came downstairs. The room erupted with wild laughter as "Rhonda" smiled and waved and made her way around the room introducing herself to everyone. Ron's costume was obviously a big hit. The party, as usual, was great. The drinks flowed freely and everyone was having a great time. Some of their friends teased Jim about his "date" for the night. "Does Ron know you've got a thing for his sister?" a few of them asked. Sensing an opportunity to get a good laugh Jim and Ron played up the idea that they were dates for the night. "Rhonda" started telling people what a great guy Jim was and how he was really good in bed. Jim countered by telling how "Rhonda" had this really kinky side. They kept up this sort of joking banter all night. At one point a couple of people teased Jim and told him to kiss his date. As the crowd burst into a wild cheer Ron "kissed" Jim on the lips but put his hand in between their mouths. Still, they kept up the act like they were really getting into their kiss and the crowd whistled and cheered them on. As the party continued things got wilder. Even more than in past years the party started getting a little kinky and sexual. Some couples were openly fondling each other as they danced and others were off in dark corners wildly kissing. The atmosphere was exciting and a little erotic and Jim was eager to find someone to hook up with. With all the good looking women and the sight of the other couples fondling or kissing Jim was getting very horny. Soon Jim focused his attention on Cindy, a girl he had gone to high school with. He and Cindy had an on-again off-again sort of relationship in high school. Jim was always interested in Cindy but most of the time it seemed Cindy was just interested in teasing Jim or in stringing him along. Tonight Cindy seemed pretty receptive to his flirtations and she was definitely flirting back. Cindy was always a bit of a tease but Jim hoped that tonight might actually lead to something. Ron had been flirting and dancing with Michelle, a friend of Cindy's from college that Cindy had brought with her. Michelle seemed really nice and was really good looking. It seemed that she and Ron were really hitting it off. During one song Ron and Michelle ended up dancing right beside Cindy and Jim. Near the end of the song Dan and a few of their friends started teasing Jim and "Rhonda" and asking whey they weren't dancing with each other. Dan called out that he was going to tell Ron that Jim wasn't doing a very good job of showing "Rhonda" a good time. Right on cue Jim and Ron stepped away from their partners and started to dance. Dan put on a slow song and the crowd cheered wildly as they put their arms around each other. They left a good foot of space between them as they danced but the crowd still went wild. Jim and Ron continued to play it up as they danced through the rest of the song. When the song finished they returned to Cindy and Michelle. Cindy now had a mischievous look in her eye that Jim recognized easily. Based on his past experiences with her this look either meant he was going to be in store for a wild time later or that he would end the night very frustrated after she teased him unmercifully all night long. Jim's hopes were raised when he and Cindy danced again because she seemed very excited. She immediately groped his ass and soon they fondled each other's asses as she rubbed her pussy against his crotch. They kissed a couple of times but she always parted the kiss after just a brief time. The party got wilder and more lust filled as the night went on. At one point when the four of them were talking Cindy commented to Michelle, but in a way that made it obvious she was also talking to Jim and Ron, that she thought it was really hot watching Jim and "Rhonda" dance together earlier. She then added that she'd love to see them dance again. Not missing a beat, Ron replied that he'd be happy to do it if Cindy and Michelle agreed to also dance together. Cindy gave a wicked smile and she and Michelle looked at each other for a moment before Cindy replied, "OK, you're on." Like most of his friends, Jim would do just about anything to watch two women together sexually. He had a collection of lesbian porn, and fantasies of women fucking or even just kissing each other were common for him. Both Cindy and Michelle were really good looking and the thought of watching them dance together was enough to make his cock twitch. This was especially true tonight as both were dressed in sexy costumes. Cindy was dressed as a naughty witch. Her costume really wasn't that elaborate as it basically consisted of a pointy witch hat. Otherwise she wore a skimpy black dress that Jim had seen her wear once before. The dress was short and stopped well before the halfway point of her thighs leaving the majority of her legs on display. Tonight she wore black nylons and black high heeled shoes. The collar of the dress dipped fairly low in front but in back the dress was open all the way down to her ass leaving her entire back exposed. She looked sexy as hell. Michelle was dressed as a baseball player, and she was definitely the hottest baseball player Jim had ever seen. Her pinstriped pants hugged her like a second skin and beautifully displayed her ass. The top three buttons on the uniform top were open and Michelle's huge tits and deep cleavage were easily visible. The uniform top was nearly as tight as her pants and only added to the allure of her big tits. "You first," Cindy said motioning out to the dance floor. Jim and Ron stepped in front of the two women and started to dance again like they had done before. Cindy leaned toward them and said, "If you want to see us dance you're going to have to do better than that." She pushed them toward each other and said, "Come on boys, let's have some fun." Suddenly Jim and Ron found themselves pressed against each other as they danced. For a few moments Jim wondered if Cindy wasn't just trying to make them look foolish, but then Cindy held out her hand to Michelle and the two women copied Jim and Ron's embrace and danced right beside them. Seeing Michelle's hands come to rest on Cindy's bare back and seeing Michelle's big tits press tightly against Cindy's chest made Jim's stomach knot. They stayed like this until the song ended and then Jim went back to Cindy and Ron to Michelle. They danced for a bit longer before Cindy asked Jim if he liked seeing her dance with Michelle. Jim answered yes and she asked if he'd like to see them do more. Jim nodded and Cindy moved over to Ron and whispered something into his ear. He looked at her excitedly and then, with less hesitation this time, Jim and Ron started dancing together again. Cindy and Michelle watched for a while before Cindy said, "So why don't you show me what you'd like to see us do?" As Jim still stared at Cindy he felt Ron's hands immediately slide down his back until Ron was groping his ass. Jim shot Ron a quick look but Ron muttered, "Relax dude, I'm dying to see those two together." When Jim turned back toward Cindy and Michelle they were now dancing together. After only a few seconds Cindy's hand slipped down Michelle's back until Cindy was caressing her friend's ass. Soon Michelle started groping Cindy's ass. The sight of the two women fondling each other drove Jim wild. He then got an idea and reached up to massage and caress one of Ron's big, fake tits. Cindy smiled wickedly and her hand slowly crept up toward Michelle's tits. It seemed to take forever and the anticipation was driving Jim crazy. When Cindy's hand finally reached Michelle's tit Ron moaned excitedly and Jim stared with wild lust. Cindy continued fondling Michelle's tit as Jim did the same to Ron's fake tit. Michelle continued to massage and caress Cindy's ass as Ron had kept his hands on Jim's ass. Jim was so caught up in watching the two women that he wasn't really aware of what was happening until he noticed that something felt different. Jim pulled enough of his attention away from the women to realize that his cock had grown hard from his excitement. That, however, was only part of what he now felt. It took him a few seconds to realize that he was also now feeling Ron's hard cock rubbing against him as they danced. Occasionally their cocks rubbed against one another through the fabric of their clothes. Being like this with his friend made him feel a little strange but he was so excited and distracted by watching Michelle and Cindy he didn't think much about it. After a while longer Cindy and Michelle parted their erotic embrace. Cindy and Jim moved back together and resumed dancing. At this point, however, their dancing was little more than wild groping and deep kissing. A quick glance over at Ron and Michelle showed that they were doing the same thing. Jim caressed Cindy's soft ass and let his tongue eagerly slide against hers as they traded a long, excited kiss. His cock was still rock hard and he excitedly pressed it against her wanting her to feel how hard he was. Jim had fucked Cindy once before and he was sure that tonight was going to be a second chance. He had never seen her so wild and willing and there was every indication from her kisses and her excited caresses that she wasn't just teasing tonight. Cindy kissed her way across Jim's cheek toward his ear and then whispered, "Do you want to see me kiss Michelle?" "Yes," Jim groaned. "Good," Cindy giggled. She then pulled Michelle into one of the darker corners of the room as Jim and Ron eagerly followed. By now the party had descended into a series of pairings all wildly making out or otherwise so involved with each other that nobody was really paying much attention to anyone else. This was especially true in the dark corner where they finally stopped. Cindy pulled Michelle close and for a moment Jim thought they would kiss. Instead, Cindy stopped just short of kissing her and looked expectantly at Jim and Ron. "You first," she said. Jim and Ron looked at each other not sure of what to do. Ron shrugged and said, "Are we ever going to have a better chance to see them kiss? I guess I'm game if you are." Jim didn't know what to do, but seeing Cindy and Michelle on the verge of kissing didn't leave him thinking straight. He needed to see them kiss and before he realized he was doing it he gave Ron a quick nod even as his gaze returned to Cindy and Michelle. Ron moved to Jim and soon their lips came together and they gave each other a cautious, tentative kiss on the lips. The kiss ended pretty quickly and they turned to look at Cindy and Michelle. "I don't know," Cindy teased. "I guess that was pretty good, but I was thinking more of something like this." With that she turned to Michelle and the two women met in a long, deep kiss that seemed to last for several minutes. Jim could see their lips part and their tongues dance as the kiss continued. He had never before seen anything as hot or wild as this kiss. Friends with Benefits The kiss had barely ended when the quiet of the moment and of the room was disturbed by Dan. "Hey everyone," Dan called out, "I'm sorry to break up the fun but I realized I haven't yet officially announced the winner of the costume contest." When he announced that Ron was the winner everyone cheered wildly and Ron made his way to accept his money. Dan insisted "Rhonda" say a few words and Ron immediately obliged going into a really funny routine where "Rhonda" talked about the party and how much fun she was having with everyone. The room filled with laughter and cheered again when Ron finished talking and made his way back to Jim and the women. Jim had been focused on Ron while he was talking and was surprised when he turned back around that Michelle and Cindy weren't standing right beside him any longer. They were a few feet away and talking back and forth into each other's ears. Jim and Ron made their way toward Cindy and Michelle, but Jim could tell right away that something had changed. Suddenly, Cindy seemed distant and aloof and not interested in him any longer. Before long the party started to break up with various couples leaving together. The four of them walked out of Dan's house together but then Cindy and Michelle left with barely a goodnight for Jim and Ron. The guys suddenly found themselves standing outside Dan's house alone together. "Well, shit," Ron said in disgust as they got back into Jim's car. "I can't believe I fucking fell for that act again," Jim said. "How many fucking times in high school did I let her do that same damn thing to me? And now I let her do it again." For the rest of the drive to Ron's place they alternated between complaining about Cindy and Michelle ditching them and talking excitedly about Cindy and Michelle kissing and fondling each other. In between talking, however, Jim found himself thinking about what Cindy had made him and Ron do. What surprised Jim was that he wasn't feeling particularly upset or disgusted by it. Sure, he was pissed that Cindy had manipulated them and a little embarrassed that she had convinced them kiss and grope each other in front of their friends, but that wasn't what really stuck with him. Besides, with all the other groping and kissing happening he guessed that very few people, if anybody, had even noticed them. Their friends were the types to comment loudly and right away about something like that and so he was sure that if they had seen anything they would have already heard about it. Instead, what stuck with him was the moment when he and Ron danced when he realized he could feel Ron's hard cock rubbing against him. Maybe it was just the wild atmosphere of the party or maybe it was his own crazy lust from watching Michelle and Cindy together, but whatever the reason he felt something unexpected as he thought about what had happened. Was it excitement? Curiosity maybe? After a while Jim wondered aloud if Cindy and Michelle were dykes. "Can't you just imagine them now, maybe back at Cindy's place fucking the shit out of each other?" Ron asked. The very idea sent a chill down Jim's back and made his cock twitch. They pulled up to Ron's place and he asked Jim if he wanted to come inside. "My dad's got some beer in the fridge," he said. Jim followed him inside and they went into the kitchen. Ron commented about Michelle's tits and wondered aloud if Cindy wasn't sucking on them right now. Jim was little surprised Ron was talking so loudly and asked about his parents. "Oh, they're away for the weekend," Ron answered. "Some business convention for my dad's company. They were pissed that they missed out on seeing me, but oh well." After a little pause Jim asked, "So how did they feel, Michelle's tits?" Ron handed him a beer and answered, "Fucking amazing. They were so big and soft." With that Ron held up his beer to make a toast and said, "To Dan's party, what a wild night." They clicked bottles and took long drinks before Ron added that he couldn't believe what they had done and seen at the party. "I know," Jim answered. "I still can't believe we got to watch those two make out like that." "Shit," Ron laughed, "what about us? Did you ever think we'd end up dancing like that and kissing?" Jim laughed and suddenly was aware that the atmosphere of the room had changed. He quickly thought about the way Ron's cock had felt and how it made him feel. He wondered if Ron felt the same way. He couldn't believe what he was feeling and thinking but he suddenly had to know if Ron felt the same way. "Are you sorry it happened?" Jim asked. "No way," Ron replied, "otherwise we'd never have seen them do what they did." That wasn't exactly what Jim had been asking and it seemed somehow that Ron knew it even as he answered. After Ron spoke they were silent for a few long moments as an air of anticipation built between them. Jim didn't know what to say but felt a strong urge to say something. Instead he glanced up at Ron at the same time Ron glanced at him. They held each other's eye contact for a few long seconds and Jim suddenly moved closer to Ron. Ron was leaning back against the kitchen counter and Jim walked up in front of him. Without a word Jim set his beer down beside Ron and, in a move that would have been unimaginable just a few hours earlier, he leaned in toward Ron for a tentative kiss. Their lips met again, much like when they kissed at Dan's, but this time the kiss lasted a little longer. Jim's hands rested on the counter on either side of Ron and at first Ron's hands just hung by his side. The kiss was very cautious and tentative. It somehow seemed to ask if what was happening was OK. Eventually Ron raised his arms and wrapped them around behind Jim. Jim put his hands on Ron's back as the kiss continued for a while longer. Jim's mind spun wildly. He tried to understand exactly what was happening and why it made him feel the way it did. The small part of his rational mind that was still able to think questioned what he was doing. However, this part of his mind was overruled and his lust was clearly in control now. Seeing Michelle and Cindy together and having the chance to kiss and grope Cindy had left Jim wildly horny. And yet after all that happened there was also the memory of Ron's cock rubbing against him that stuck with him and made him curious. Now, as they kissed, that was all Jim could think about. They continued kissing like this for a while longer before Ron parted the kiss and said he had to go take a piss. "I'll meet you downstairs," Ron offered as he went into the bathroom without saying a word or acting like the kiss had even happened. Jim went into Ron's basement with his mind still trying to understand what was happening. He and Ron had spent many hours hanging out in this room while growing up. Usually they watched TV, played on the computer, or played pool on the old table at one end of the room. Ron was gone for a while and Jim wondered if he was perhaps changing out of his Halloween costume. Jim wondered what was going through Ron's mind after their kiss. Jim was left confused by the kiss. It felt strange and unknown, but at the same time Jim was left wildly excited. He wondered what exactly he would have done if Ron hadn't parted their kiss. How far would he have been prepared to take this? What exactly did he want to do to Ron or have Ron do to him? He honestly didn't know the answers but he did know that his cock throbbed excitedly. Finally he heard Ron coming down the stairs. Jim looked up and was surprised to see that Ron was indeed still wearing his Halloween costume. Jim was restless enough that he had never actually sat down so as Ron got to the bottom of the stairs Jim was still pacing around the room. Ron went to the stereo and turned on some music before turning back toward Jim. Jim watched as Ron walked over and stopped directly in front of him. "I'm not sorry about anything that happened," he said in direct answer to the question Jim had asked earlier. He stressed the word 'anything' in a way that made Jim's spine tingle. Without another word they moved together and met in another kiss. This one wasn't tentative and questioning. It seemed they both were now ready to admit this was what they wanted. After only a few seconds Ron's lips parted. Jim opened his mouth along with Ron's and moments later their tongues reached toward each other and began dancing in the midst of a long kiss. Jim's lust was now firmly in control and he brought his hands to Ron's ass. He began fondling his best friend's ass through his skirt. The silky smooth fabric of the skirt made his ass feel sexy as Jim continued his fondling. It was only a short while later when Jim again felt Ron's cock pressing against his own. By now, despite his wild nervousness at what was happening, Jim's cock was also rock hard. The feeling of Ron's cock in the same state drove any remaining reservations out of Jim's mind. Jim couldn't wait to explore Ron's cock any longer and slipped one hand off Ron's ass and around his hip. He soon felt the bulge of Ron's hard cock under his fingers through the silky fabric of the skirt. The feeling of a man's rock hard cock under clothes that usually hid the warm wetness of a woman's pussy added to the kinky sensations of the moment. Ron groaned as Jim fondled his hard cock. Jim couldn't believe what he was doing, but in the moment he wanted and needed to feel his friend's hard cock. He wanted more than that however. He wanted to make his friend cum and he hoped Ron would then do the same to him. Jim pulled away from their kiss and grasped the waistband of Ron's skirt. Ron reached behind him and opened the zipper enough that Jim could slide the skirt down his legs. Jim paused for a moment before standing up and spinning Ron around so Ron's back was facing him. Jim grasped the sides of Ron's underwear and pulled them down his friend's legs. Jim moved in close behind Ron and caressed Ron's bare ass with his right hand as Ron gave a slightly surprised moan. Finally, Jim pressed in closely behind his best friend and let his right hand snake around Ron. His fingers first grazed Ron's hip and slipped ever closer to Ron's hard cock. Finally, Jim wrapped his fingers around his friend's hard shaft. Ron moaned wildly as Jim softly touched and explored his friend's cock. In this position it was much like Jim was playing with his own cock. The angle of his arm and Ron's cock position felt very much like when Jim played with himself. However, the feeling of this new cock and the knowledge that he was about to make his best friend cum made this far more erotic and wild than any time he had played with his own cock. Jim finally started to stroke Ron's cock eliciting another excited moan. Jim slipped his thumb over the tip of Ron's cock and collected a heavy load of pre-cum. Jim smeared the pre-cum along the length of Ron's shaft as he stroked his friend. There wasn't any question in his mind how to stroke or touch Ron. Somehow this felt very natural and comfortable and it was like he knew exactly what to do with Ron's cock in his hand. Ron was already so excited that this moment didn't last long. After only a few brief minutes Ron moaned louder and Jim felt his cock twitch excitedly. Finally Ron let out a long groan as he started cumming in waves all over the floor. Jim marveled at the feeling of Ron's cum surging down his shaft just moments before it erupted out of the tip of his cock. He had felt it hundreds of times in his own cock but it now seemed so much more intense and wild to know that he had caused this to happen to someone else. Jim stroked Ron until he had coaxed out Ron's entire heavy load of cum. Suddenly Jim was gripped with a quick wave of fear. What would Ron do now that he had cum? Would he think Jim was being "gay" and kick him out? Would he be too chicken to return to the favor to Jim? Even before Ron's cock started to soften in his hand Ron gave him his answer. Ron spun around and immediately drove his tongue deep into Jim's waiting mouth. The kiss only lasted a few seconds, however, as Ron pulled away and led Jim over to the couch. They stopped in front of the couch and Ron immediately reached for Jim's belt. He soon had Jim's belt open. He removed Jim's pants and boxers before pulling off the rest of his clothes to leave Jim completely naked. Ron guided Jim down onto the couch so Jim was sitting. Ron knelt on the couch on Jim's right side. Jim gasped and shuddered as Ron's hand touched the inside of his thigh just above his knee. Slowly and steadily Ron's hand continued moving higher until his fingers finally wrapped around Jim's balls. Jim groaned and parted his legs to give his friend more room. Ron played with his balls for a while longer before his fingers wrapped around Jim's shaft. Jim had never felt anything like Ron's hand on his cock. Ron's hand was so big, so strong, and a little rougher than the women who had previously touched his cock. It was like Ron instinctively knew exactly how to touch him. Ron soon had Jim going out of his mind with lust as he expertly stroked his cock. Jim was already fighting hard to contain his orgasm after only a few minutes. Most of the time he had his eyes closed but finally he opened them and gazed at his friend. The image was strange and oddly exciting. Jim knew it was Ron and it was obvious that it was his friend stroking him, but Ron still wore his wig and make up and still had "Rhonda's" fake tits on under his top. Ron's gaze was firmly fixed on Jim's cock and the look of lust in Ron's eyes was more than Jim could handle. He thrust his hips forward and cried out as he started cumming. The intensity of the orgasm was more than anything he could remember before and his cum surged out of his cock with a wild intensity. Ron stroked him eagerly until all of his cum was spent and continued stroking him for many long minutes after he finished cumming. The last few surges of Jim's cum had merely seeped out of his cock and now Ron's hand and Jim's entire cock were coated in cum as Ron continued playing with him. Now that Jim had finished cumming he began to feel a little nervous again. What had they just done? How could he have let his best friend do this to him? How could he have just done what he did to Ron? He and Ron looked briefly into each other's eyes and laughed self consciously. Ron slowly released his cock and they sat beside each other in silence for a few seconds. "Are, um, you OK with this?" Ron asked. Jim laughed and replied that it was a little late to be thinking about that. He then got more serious and answered, "Yes." There was another pause and Jim said, "Can you believe the night would end up like this?" Ron now laughed and answered, "No." Ron then paused and quietly asked, "Do you want to spend the night?" Jim looked at his friend. Clearly, Jim knew that Ron was asking more than if Jim wanted to crash at his place. Instead, Ron was asking him if he wanted to continue what they had been doing and Jim knew it. Jim couldn't believe he was considering the invitation but here he was already sitting naked in front of his friend after already having one of the strongest orgasms of his life. Besides, there was something about stroking Ron and feeling him cum that made Jim feel very sexy and horny. He couldn't believe how it felt to touch Ron's cock and he already knew he wanted to touch it again. He also knew he wanted to do much more than just touch it. As these thoughts ran through his head he nodded and answered, "Yes." Ron smiled and stood up. Jim couldn't resist glancing down at Ron's cock. It was already semi-hard and Jim was fascinated with how it looked. Once he pulled his eyes away from his friend's cock Jim took in the rest of Ron's appearance and started laughing. Ron's skirt and underwear had been removed but he still had on his top, the fake tits, the wig, the nylons, garter belt, and black shoes. Jim laughed as Ron asked, "What the hell is your problem?" "You look pretty silly," Jim answered as he stood up. Without another word Jim reached for the buttons on the front of Ron's shirt and began to open them. When he opened the last button Ron pulled his shirt off and Jim chuckled at how silly Ron's bra and fake tits looked. "Can you give me a hand with this?" Ron asked pointing to the bra. It took me forever to get this thing on. Ron spun around and Jim unclasped the bra before Ron pulled it off and tossed it aside. The sight of Ron's bare back and ass drew Jim toward him and the next thing Jim knew moved close behind Ron and wrapped his arms around his friend. His fingers ran across Ron's chest and he pressed his still wet cock against Ron's ass. The long hair from Ron's wig tickled Jim's face before Jim reached up and pulled the wig off his head. He tossed the wig aside and as he did Ron spun around. The friends embraced again and for the first time Jim felt his naked cock rubbing directly against Ron's cock. The feeling was wild and unexpected and made Jim feel very excited. Jim and Ron came together in another kiss. This one was again long, deep and passionate and their tongues danced wildly together. Jim wasn't sure if his cock started growing first or if it was Ron's, but in any case he soon felt Ron's cock growing harder and longer as it rubbed against his cock. Jim's own cock soon grew hard. As their kiss continued their hard cocks rubbed against each other. After a while longer they parted the kiss and Jim said, "Why don't you go take off your make up, Rhonda? It's starting to look a little silly without the costume." Ron laughed and made his way to the bathroom. On the way he finally kicked off his shoes. When he came back his face was freshly scrubbed and he finally looked like himself. "There," he said, "better?" "Well, yeah, I guess. Except for one more thing," Jim said with a point to the garter belt and nylons. Jim sat on the couch and motioned for Ron to come closer. Ron's cock was still mostly hard and pointed directly at Jim's face as Jim unclipped Ron's nylons from the garter belt. Jim opened the clips on both of Ron's legs but the work was slow as he was very distracted by the proximity of Ron's cock. Jim stared at it closely and noticed how it was different from his own. It was about the same width as his but if anything it seemed a little bit longer. It also curved ever so slightly when it was fully hard. Jim didn't know exactly what it was, but there was simply something about the way Ron's cock and balls looked that was very exciting. Once he had the clips undone Ron opened the garter belt and tossed it aside while commenting that he was glad to finally get rid of that thing. As he did that Jim reached for the top of Ron's nylon and began sliding it down his leg. Jim couldn't believe how smooth Ron's legs were. "Shit man," Jim said, "you really did shave your legs." Jim pulled off one of the nylons and then reached up for the second. As he pulled the second one down he let his fingers drag along Ron's skin. He pulled off Ron's second nylon and finally Ron was naked. Jim again gazed intently at Ron's hard cock and reached toward it. Ron moaned when Jim's fingers caressed him. This time Jim had a very different view of Ron's cock as he fondled and explored it. The last time he couldn't really see Ron's cock since he was standing behind him. This time he gazed intently at Ron's cock. The sight of his fingers moving over the cock amplified the amazing sensation of feeling Ron's cock and balls. Jim wasn't in any hurry to make Ron cum. He spent a long time simply touching and fondling Ron's cock and balls. He couldn't believe how much he liked playing with Ron's cock and eagerly caressed him. Eventually Ron started to thrust his hips back and forth as his lust grew. With Ron's cue Jim wrapped his fingers around the base of Ron's cock. Jim slowly stroked back and forth on Ron's cock. At first he had a little trouble settling into a steady tempo from this angle, but soon he grew more comfortable and found an easy tempo. Friends with Benefits Ron continued to thrust his hips in time with Jim's strokes and they quickly settled into an easy rhythm. Jim stared at Ron's cock and the way his hand looked as it stroked back and forth across Ron's shaft. Jim had jerked off in front of a mirror before, but that was nothing compared to this. He was entranced by watching Ron's cock as Ron built to his orgasm. Eventually, Ron started grunting and thrusting his hips harder and Jim knew he was ready to cum. With a final few strokes Ron moaned and started cumming. It hadn't occurred to Jim what exactly would happen when Ron started cumming, but as soon as the first jet of cum erupted Jim realized he had accidentally placed himself perfectly to have Ron cum all over him. Ron's first jet landed on Jim's forehead and his following jets landed on his chest and then on his thigh. Ron's last bit of cum trickled out of his cock and seeped down onto Jim's hand and forearm. Ron's cum felt warm, sticky, and very sexy even as Jim felt it starting to slide down off his forehead toward his eyes. Jim continued caressing Ron's cock until the cum on his forehead started to drip down past his eyebrow and into his eyes. He released Ron's cock to wipe the cum away from his eyes as Ron went to the bathroom. Ron returned with a towel and handed it to Jim who used it to clean the rest of Ron's cum off him. Jim tossed the towel on the floor and Ron sat beside him on the couch. Jim looked at his friend and they met in another long kiss. As they continued to kiss Ron moved around so he was straddling one of Jim's thighs. Ron's thigh was now between Jim's legs and Jim felt his cock and balls rubbing against it as they continued to kiss. After a while Ron's hand ran down Jim's chest and stomach and he started fondling Jim's cock. Jim moaned and for a moment he thought Ron was going to again jerk him off as he had done earlier. The feeling of Ron being this close greatly added to Jim's sensations. He could feel Ron's cock against his leg and Ron's legs rubbing against his own. The feeling was wildly exciting and Jim brought his hand up to Ron's thigh. As Ron continued playing with and stroking Jim's cock, Jim ran his fingers up and down on Ron's thigh. He then snaked his hand behind his friend and fondled Ron's ass softly. Ron's fingers danced easily and gracefully around Jim's cock sending waves of intense pleasure through Jim. Jim's fondling of Ron's ass and thigh intensified as his own lust grew. Jim was so completely lost in his pleasure that it was almost startling when Ron shifted his position. Ron slowly released Jim's cock and stood up. Ron then lowered himself until he was kneeling on the floor in front of Jim. Jim still didn't know what Ron was doing but he spread his thighs apart widely when Ron placed his hands on the inside of Jim's knees. Ron slowly moved his hands up Jim's inner thighs causing Jim to moan excitedly. When Ron's fingers reached the very top of Jim's thighs he slipped his fingers around Jim's balls and slowly caressed them. Jim moaned and then gasped when Ron's fingers found his rock hard shaft and began caressing him. Jim closed his eyes and leaned his head back as Ron fondled his cock. After a few more minutes of this intense pleasure Jim became vaguely aware of Ron shifting his position. Just as Jim moved his head and opened his eyes he felt something new, unbelievable, and yet familiar on his cock. One of his previous girlfriends had been particularly fond of oral sex. As such Jim was the happy recipient of many long blowjobs. His last few girlfriends didn't share the same passion for sucking his cock and so it had been a long time since he had felt the sensations of a tongue or a mouth on his cock. Suddenly all those sensations and memories came flooding back. Even as he opened his eyes and stared down at the sight of Ron tentatively kissing the tip of his cock he still couldn't quite believe what was happening. Ron's lips moved slowly over the tip of his cock and then down the shaft as his fingers still held the base of Jim's cock. Ron's movements were cautious and tentative but very focused. It seemed clear from his body language that he was very excited and intent on what he was doing even if he was nervous and unsure. After a few more cautious kisses Ron paused and looked up at Jim with a look that was clearly also a question. Jim looked down and made direct eye contact with his friend. Ron's look was clearly asking if Jim was OK with what he was doing and all Jim could do was give Ron one slight nod. As soon as Ron had this assurance he looked back down at Jim's cock. He resumed kissing Jim's cock but now it was with more confidence. Jim groaned and his head spun with wild lust and confusion. How could this really be happening? How could his best friend since grade school really be doing this? A new sensation interrupted Jim's line of thought. He looked down again to see Ron had now opened his mouth and was licking Jim's cock. Jim moaned and felt his cock twitch excitedly as Ron's tongue ran along the underside of his hard shaft. When his tongue reached the tip of Jim's cock it ran slowly over it sending wild waves of lust through Jim. After a few more amazing moments of this teasing Ron opened his mouth again and lowered his head until his lips were wrapped around Jim's cock. Jim groaned wildly as he felt the tip of his cock enter Ron's mouth. Ron moved his lips slowly down until perhaps a third of Jim's cock was inside his mouth. The sensation was amazing but what was really driving Jim crazy was simply the realization of what was happening. At first Ron's blowjob felt like the first blowjob he had received from the couple of women who had sucked his cock before. Ron's mouth moved carefully and tentatively but still the sensation for Jim was mind-blowing. However, it didn't take long for Ron's blowjob to become far different from those first tentative blowjobs Jim had experienced previously. Before long Ron's sucking and licking drove Jim wild. Jim had only experienced something close to this before with his one girlfriend who was way into oral sex, but this was still somehow different. Maybe it was the simple knowledge that it was a man, and not only a man but Jim's life long best friend sucking his cock. Maybe it was that Ron somehow immediately knew how to suck a cock since he knew how he liked to have his own cock sucked. Maybe it was just that Ron was a natural at sucking cock. Whatever the reason, Ron's sucking and teasing soon had Jim going out of his mind. Ron's lips and tongue moved perfectly over Jim's cock as if Ron could somehow read his mind and knew just how Jim liked it. Ron also seemed to know just how much sucking pressure to apply to maximize the effect. Jim knew he wouldn't be able to last much longer and he began thrusting his hips forward to drive his cock into Ron's mouth. Jim resisted for as long as he could but finally knew he had reached the end of his control. He grunted, "I'm gonna cum." Ron continued sucking his cock for a few seconds longer and Jim wondered if Ron was going to take his cum in his mouth. None of Jim's girlfriends, not even the one with the oral sex fetish, had ever done that before. The mere idea that Ron might do it drove Jim wild. At the very last moment, just as Jim's cum was about to erupt from his cock, Ron moved his mouth away and firmly stroked his cock. Feeling Ron's hand so smoothly and expertly stroking him and feeling the additional lubrication from Ron's saliva only added to Jim's intense pleasure. He started cumming in long, thick jets of heavy cum. Ron's face was still quite close to Jim's cock and the first couple jets of Jim's cum landed on the side of his face and his shoulder. Ron didn't flinch and continued steadily stroking as Jim's cum continued to shoot out. Jim was surprised at the intensity of his orgasm and the volume of his cum especially since he had already cum a short while earlier that night. By the time his orgasm finally ended he felt utterly drained. Ron's right side from his cheek to his fingers were heavily sprinkled with dots and lines of Jim's cum. Ron caressed Jim's cock for a few moments after his orgasm finally finished. He then released him and crawled back onto Jim's lap. He straddled Jim's thigh and they immediately met in a long, slow, deep kiss. Gone was the hesitation of some of their previous kisses. This kiss was full and complete with both of them giving themselves to the moment. Jim wrapped his arms around his friend and held him tightly as their tongues danced and their kiss continued. This was all so amazingly new and unknown for Jim. He never imagined wanting to do something like this before, but now here he was with his best friend sitting naked on his lap after having just given him quite possibly the best blowjob of his life. Jim couldn't have been happier. As they kissed Jim became aware that much of his cum was getting rubbed back on him as their bodies pressed and rubbed together. This only added to the wild nature of the moment and Jim let his hand slip down onto Ron's ass. Finally their kiss parted and Ron moved off Jim's lap. Ron retrieved the towel and used it to wipe Jim's remaining cum off his face and body before handing the towel to Jim so he could clean himself up. "Holy shit," Ron said quietly. He didn't say anything else but Jim knew exactly what he meant. From his tone alone Jim could tell that Ron was also coming to grips with what had just happened and what they had just done with each other. "I know," Jim said. "That was unbelievable," Ron replied. "I know," Jim repeated. They chuckled for a moment and then Ron asked, "You want to go upstairs to my room?" "Yes," Jim replied. Jim stood up and followed his friend upstairs to his room on the second floor. Jim was struck by how suddenly they were now so comfortable being naked with each other. They had seen each other naked lots of times before in locker rooms after gym class, games, or working out. However, those times they didn't linger at all and quickly got dressed. Now, however, neither even made an attempt to cover themselves or was shy about walking from the basement to Ron's bedroom completely naked. On the other hand, Jim realized that it was completely normal to be comfortable naked with someone you had just fucked. As they reached Ron's bedroom the thought flashed through Jim's mind that he and Ron were now lovers. The idea made him nervous, excited, and curious all at the same time. Ron pulled back the covers and crawled into bed. Jim quickly followed him. The full sized mattress was a little crowded with both of them on it but Jim wasn't about to complain. In some ways Jim didn't want to fall asleep. He didn't want this night and this crazy, amazing experience to end. However he was already exhausted and the bed felt amazingly warm and comfortable. Before they fell asleep Jim and Ron lay on their sides facing each other. They resumed kissing and Jim brought his hand up to Ron's hip. As they kissed Jim was wildly aware of the fact that their cocks were softly rubbing together. Neither of them had a hard on, but Ron's cock was a little excited. Still, just feeling his cock rubbing against Ron's was wildly exciting. They kissed for a while longer before Ron rolled over and said goodnight. Jim scooted up close behind Ron in the classic spoon position. He pressed his soft cock against Ron's ass. Even as he finally fell asleep Jim couldn't believe this felt so comfortable or that this was how his night was actually ending. Friends with Benefits Lexi and Danielle were on their way to the club. They were meeting some friends there for a night of dancing. They were walking down the street and Danielle longed to have that sexy strut that Lexi carried so well. When Lexi walked down the street everybody looked. She had those long smooth legs and when she wore her mini skirt and stilettos they looked twice as long. They ran into her curvy body which was always covered in something just tight enough to show it off. Everything about Lexi was perfect. Danielle envied her so much, but lately had become bi curious and was lusting after her. She had tried to ignore it, but tonight was extra hard to do. After all, she could almost see her womanhood under the bottom of her skirt, and the only thing holding her breasts in was a small piece of elastic in the seam of her shirt that rest right above her nipples. They kept walking down the street and Danielle kept catching herself staring at Lexi's firm round ass. Luckily the club was only around the corner. Maybe the dancing and drinks would take her mind off of banging Lexi. As they walked into the club they saw Scott right away. He was leaning on the bar waiting on a drink. Scott was a tall well built man. He had a slim waist and broad shoulders, with a six pack any man would sell his soul for. He went to the gym frequently, and it showed even through the white t-shirt he tucked into his worn faded blue jeans. As they walked towards him, he turned and spotted them. He gave them his best smile, and they could see his beautiful white teeth glowing in the black lights hanging from the ceiling. He turned to the bar tender and ordered their first drinks of the night. They all went out quite often, so he knew just what they would want. Lexi would be drinking cosmos most of the night, and Danielle would start with margaritas but would switch to amaretto sours within a few hours. Then by the end of the night they would both be doing Washington apple shots. Scott usually started with Makers and Coke, but would eventually drop the Coke and do Maker's straight. "Thanks for the drinks stud!" Lexi flirted. "Anything for the two most beautiful women in the world" Scott replied with a wink. "So, where is Rachel? Have you seen her yet?" "No, but she called. Apparently she and Robert were eating out before she came. From her rhythmic moans during the conversation Robert was eating out, and she was enjoying it. Her smile will tell all when she get's here. It always does!" Scott informed them. "Well, we will have to get the juicy details when she get's here." Danielle laughed "Juicy details about what?" They heard from behind them. It was Rachel looking more fabulous than usual. Rachel was a famous author, but you couldn't usually tell it. She was usually seen wearing a t-shirt two sizes to big and a pair of ragged jeans that looked like something she had since the sixties. However, tonight she was actually showing skin in a loose silver sequin top that tied around her neck and the neck line hung almost to her belly button. Her shirt hung open just enough to see the roundness of her B cup breasts. She wore a pair of pants that looked like gray hip hugger shorts with black chiffon legs sewn into them. She wore a pair of satin heels with ballet laces that were criss crossed up her muscular calves. She wore the outfit well; along with the contagious tell all grin that was on her mouth. "So, what are you smiling about? Looks to me like Robert was the only one eating out!" Scott teased her. "Scott, you know it's not like that with Robert and I, we're just friends!" Rachel and Robert had been friends since college, but for the past year everyone knew they had gained "benefits" that they both denied. Robert's car had been seen outside her house late at night and sometimes still there the next morning. Her friends had noticed an extra toothbrush in her bathroom, and they were sure that DNA testing would prove their hypothesis to be true. Neither of them could deny their passion without grinning. It was just a matter of getting the details out of her. "You know you've been with him, and we just want to know how good he is. You can trust us to keep quiet." Lexi assured her. "Come on you all, let's go dance." Rachel demanded trying to distract them. The three of them followed her out on the dance floor. The four of them started dancing, and Scott slid behind Rachel and started grinding against her ass, "Did he do you from behind like this?" he whispered in her ear, but she did not respond. Lexi and Danielle got on each side of Scott and started rubbing their asses against his hips, "Do us Scott, we want some action to," they whined. The four of them danced together for a while, grinding against each other like they hadn't been laid in years. They were regulars at the club, and the others that were regulars loved to watch them together. It was exotic the way they danced, but everyone knew that was as far as it went with them. Scott and Rachel split off by themselves. They were facing each other and Scott leaned in and laid his tongue on Rachel's shoulder, twisting his way down as his tongue made its way between her breasts down to her navel. Then he pretended he was going bury his face in her crotch. He bounced back up and slid behind her sliding his hands in her shirt and she pulled it back to expose his hands cupping her breasts. As he pulled his hands away she put her shirt back. They wanted to do just to tease the guys who were watching. Over to the side, Lexi was grinding Danielle with her knee in between Danielle's legs. Danielle could feel Lexi's mound pushing against her hip bone. As Danielle looked down she could see the outer edge of Lexi's nipple showing and thought she was going to explode. Would Lexi still be dancing with her like this if she knew how Danielle wanted her? Danielle's mind was wondering what it might be like to be with Lexi. She could close her eyes and pictured the scene perfectly. Lexi would grab her hands and shove them up her shirt. Lexi wouldn't be wearing a bra. Her tits stood at attention by themselves. Danielle would squeeze them firmly with excitement as she leaned in to kiss Lexi. Lexi would turn her cheek, because she did not kiss during sexual adventures. She expressed many times that kissing on the mouth was a form of affection and not foreplay. Instead of kissing her mouth, Danielle would start kissing her neck. She would work her way down to her breasts and would bite her nipple through her shirt. Lexi would slide Danielle's pants down revealing her thong covered crotch. As Lexi would go down on her knees to pull off Danielle's thong, Danielle would pull Lexi's shirt off over her head. Lexi would finish taking her own clothes off. She would straddle over Danielle's face as she buried her own face in Danielle's cunt. Lexi would tell Danielle to do what she did, knowing that Danielle had never been with a woman before. Lexi would start out by making small circles around her clit and then make a long stroke from her clit down to the back of her cunt, with Danielle imitating every move on Lexi. Then they would start jabbing their tongue in and out of the other's pussy, stopping inside and wiggling their tongues around inside. The moaning from both of them would cause a vibrating sensation on the other's clit. Then they would suck on the other's clit just enough to drive them to ecstasy. Then Lexi would start fingering Danielle, fucking her hard with her hand, inserting three fingers as deep as she could until Danielle was ready to cum. Then Lexi would pull out her vibrator and rub it on Danielle's clit while she fucked her cunt with her tongue again. Then as Danielle came Lexi could taste it all so well, making Lexi's juices flow as well. "Do you see Scott and Rachel?" Lexi asked snapping Danielle out of her fantasy, "boy you were in a daze. What's on your mind?" "Oh nothing," Danielle answered, "I just saw someone on the floor and was day dreaming about what they must be like." "Ohhh, you'll have to point them out to me later, come on, let's find Scott and Rachel." Danielle needed to get her mind off Lexi, so she told Lexi she was going outside for a smoke. Danielle knew Lexi wouldn't follow. Lexi couldn't stand the habit, and was hounding Danielle all the time over it. They went their own way planning to catch up in about thirty minutes. Lexi went to the bar to see if the two of them had been up to get drinks. The bartender, Joe, told her they had went to the private rooms in the back. This was very common for them to be back there, but never without Lexi and Danielle. The four of them usually went back there to rest. It was more comfortable on the full wall couches they had in the back. Lexi walked back and started knocking on doors to see where they were at. Finally she knocked on the last door and heard Scott yell out, "Occupied, come back later." She eased the door open and saw Scott with his pants to his knees, and someone squatted down in front of him. Then she realized it was Rachel, and she was deep throating him, slowing down long enough to catch her breathe. She would stroke him with both hands for a second, then go right back to swallowing his massive shaft. Lexi was going to walk back out, but she had wanted a large cock to stretch her tight twat out in so long. Lexi had a boyfriend who she really loved, but he had no idea how to use his member. She ached for a real orgasm from a man who knew how to work it well. "Can I please join you?" Lexi begged, "It looks as if you have plenty to share." "Sure you can. The more the merrier." Scott bent Rachel's hot ass over the couch and slid his throbbing cock into her small cunt, and Lexi knew that she wanted this. Lexi lay on the couch under Rachel so she could reach her better. She raised herself up on her elbows and started sucking her hard nipples. "Oh, that feels so good. Bite them Lexi, bite my nipples. Your lips are so soft. That feels so good," Rachel moaned. "I want to eat your pussy. I want to suck your clit while Scott fucks you so slow. I want to run my tongue around his long hard shaft as he slides in and out of you." Lexi thought she would die if she didn't get Scott inside of her. She just hoped that his conversation about going for hours was not just talk. Lexi got her head angled just right and sucked Rachel's clit while she watched Scott take his time. He would pull all the way out and slide it all the way back in so Lexi could watch his head disappear in that pink hole of pleasure. His Rod was so hard and the skin was pulled so tight. She had never seen a dick as thick as his. She moved her tongue to his cock and would go as far as she could around one way, then back the other way. Scott couldn't stand not knowing what Lexi's mouth felt like so he would pull out of Rachel and Fuck Lexi's mouth a few strokes. Then he would go back to Rachel's cunt for a few strokes. Lexi would lick Rachel's cunt then rub it, never giving it a break. Rachel tasted so good on Scott's dick, so salty but so sweet to. Lexi had never tasted pussy juice like that. Rachel screamed out, "You all are going to make me cum. Lick my clit bitch, lick it hard. Fuck me Scott Fill my tight pussy with your big hard cock. Force it all in there, I want it all. I want to cum all over your balls. Make me fucking cum I want to cum on you. Oh, Oh, Oh." Lexi moved her head but kept rubbing Rachel's clit so Scott could really bang her. Scott just knew some one was going to walk in and bust them. Rachel was so loud. "Rachel, how would you like to cum on Lexi's pussy? That's an experience you've never had," Scott suggested as he banged her, "I would love to watch you all rubbing pussys. That would be so sexy." Rachel loved the idea, so they got in the floor and straddled each other so that their clits hit together. Lexi started swiveling her hips slowly. Rachel's eye's rolled back in her head and she let out a long drawn out moan. She got in rhythm with Lexi and they both started moaning. Lexi motioned for Scott to come closer so she could swallow his erection. He was larger than she thought. He pushed his dick in her mouth until it hit her throat. He wasn't stretching her mouth, but she could not open it anymore at all. She knew that he was going to hurt her when he put it in her tight pussy, but she would love it. She just kept grinding Rachel and sucking Scott for a while. Then she heard Rachel mumbling something. "Taste me, taste me bitch. I want you and Scott to taste me. Taste my fucking cum. Oh, I'm going to cum" Rachel stood up and they went to town eating her out at the same time. Lexi went from behind and Scott from the front. Rachel stuck the end of her tongue in Rachel and could feel her muscles tightening around it. Then the juices started flowing. Rachel soaked her face. "My turn now!" Lexi said after Rachel was dressed and left to find Danielle. She sat on the couch with her leg hiked up. Scott looked and admired the sight of her sweet pink spot. He could see it glistening from the moistness of her excitement. He walked over to her and went down on his knees. He knew she wanted him right now. He bent over her and slowly kissed her neck working his way down between her breasts. We worked his way down to her navel and made circular motions around it and flicked her navel ring like he would her clit, just to tease her a little. He slightly squeezed her tits and she let out a sigh of excitement. He worked his way down her mound and between her legs making sure only to touch her clit enough to drive her crazy. As he worked his way down the inside of her thigh she couldn't stand it any more. "Just fuck me already. Slide that hard cock in my cunt and fuck the hell out of me!" He grabbed her ankles and pushed them above her head with her shins rested against the back of the couch. He put his knees on each side of her and slid his way into her steaming pussy. She started cumming instantly. She had wanted this for so long, and he thought her contract muscles might squeeze his dick off. To feel her cum was enough to send him over the edge. He flipped her over and rubbed the shaft of his cock between her legs to get it good and wet. "Can I bang your ass? I want to cum in your ass so bad, will you let me?" Hell yeah, I would love to have your cock shoot off in my ass!" He stuck his fingers in her ass while he continued to rub his cock against her clit and cunt. He knew it was going to be difficult to get it in, but it would be so worth it. He used his fingers to stretch her out, one then two then three then he finally got all of four fingers in her ass. He pulled some lubricant from her purse and stroked his cock enough to grease it up good. He eased his cock in her ass slowly, only giving her as much as she could take, pushing a little more with each stroke. As he was working his way in she reached down between her legs and started rubbing her clit and fingering herself. Finally he got in enough to really pick up some speed, "Damn, you have the best ass my head has ever experienced. Most girls can't take it. Awhhh, you feel so good wrapped around my shaft." He put his hands around her and squeezed her tits, using them to pull her into him. He started banging her faster and harder, faster and harder, faster and harder. She was moving with him at this point and they both were so close. Any minute now they were going to explode. She kept rubbing her clit and moaning. "I'm cumming, I'm cumming, I'm cumming" she screamed. "Me too baby, me too!" and at that very moment he burst inside her. She could feel his cock throbbing and a warm sensation with every throb. She knew it was his cum shooting inside her, and it pushed her into another orgasm. She yelled out again with excitement. After they got dressed and found the others, Lexi and Danielle left. They were watching towards Danielle's apartment. It was only three or four blocks away. "So, did you have a good time tonight?" Lexi asked Danielle. "Sure, I always have a good time when I'm out with you all," Danielle answered, "So where did you all disappear to?" "Oh, we were just in the back hanging around." Lexi answered Danielle had a puzzled look on her face, "I came back and knocked on all the doors, well except for the one with the couple having sex in it. They were pretty loud!" "Yeah, that is probably why we didn't hear you. It got pretty loud. So, what are you doing next weekend?" Lexi asked as she started to turn towards her apartment. "I don't know; do you want to come over?" Lexi answered as she winked at Danielle, "Yeah, and I'll bring my toys and movies. I'd like to taste your cum!" Danielle just smiled as she watched Lexi's ass twist across the street. She could feel herself getting wet just thinking about it. Friends With Benefits It was late morning and Molly was concentrating like mad on some invoices. She nearly flew in the air when her phone began bleeping from the bottom drawer of her desk. Glancing around the office nervously to make sure her boss wasn't in the vicinity, she opened the phone to see who was texting her. When Molly saw who the sender was, her stomach lurched and an instant flush of fiery heat enveloped her nether regions. I'm back from states – missed you. Wanna meet up later? xx Oh boy, did she want to see him! It had been two long months and despite all of her good intentions, Molly was unable to think of anyone else. It was so annoying. As far as Molly was concerned, he was 'the one', but unfortunately, Jack only saw her as a best friend with benefits. That would be fun... let me know where & when xx So she continued to play it cool and be his mate. Molly was the girl who made him laugh; the one he called when he was having problems. Only she knew how to cheer him up when his family were driving him mental. She was also his lover when he wasn't seeing anyone else...and sometimes when he was. Come round the flat at 8? xx What she really wanted was to be his girlfriend. Ok, see you later xx But until Jack admitted he felt the same, nothing was ever going to change. Looking forward to it... xxx Not that she had any complaints about some aspects of their relationship... * * * "Come here, Moll." Jack pulled her into his arms before the door had even had a chance to close and Molly caught the filthy look his elderly neighbour threw at them. The old bag was convinced he was some kind of gigolo—every time he had a girl round the flat, she wasted no time banging on the adjoining wall. Jack found it hilarious, but Molly couldn't help but be jealous of all his other women. But all that was forgotten as he kissed her, pressing her against the wall, effectively erasing every resolution she had made about talking to him first. As his hands slid under the new top she had bought earlier, she decided that a serious conversation about the state of their relationship could wait. "You look sexy." Jack murmured his approval as her top fell victim to his practised fingers. "Good enough to eat," he added as his lips found her hard nipples. Molly knew she was weak, but Jack only had to look at her sometimes and she was on fire. Now, with his fingers questing beneath her skirt, she was lost. All she could think about was the way he felt when he was inside her. Her body was addicted and so was she. "Oh fuck," she gasped as he lifted her up and plunged deep into her sopping pussy. Reality faded and she erupted in the heat of the moment. She heard him rasping in her ear as they moved together, her breasts crushed against his chest. "I'm gonna—" "Come," she managed to say as it happened. The warmth deep inside, the slow heat spreading outwards as her body imploded. A gradual return to reality as they slid to the floor in a sticky tangle of limbs, Jack's arms holding her close as she buried her flushed face in his neck and wondered if her new top would recover from the indignity of being sat upon. "Did you miss me?" he asked eventually. "Nope," she replied. "Who are you again?" * * * "Did you talk to him?" Molly pretended to examine the dress in great detail as Sarah fixed her with a firm look. The shiny blue material felt cheap and nasty, but it was still exorbitantly expensive. "I was going to," she hedged as a scary looking shop assistant approached them with a permanent smile botoxed on her tangerine face. "But you were too busy shagging?" Sara sighed as she pulled Molly towards the exit before the assistant had time to jump them. Molly didn't bother answering as the last thing she wanted was another lecture. Sarah didn't need to remind her how stupid she was being. She had analysed the whole situation until her head swam. Until she had the guts to tell Jack how she felt, she was doomed. But if she did tell him and he freaked out, then not only had she lost his friendship, she had also sacrificed the best sex of her life and she wasn't sure if she could take that risk. "I need a coffee," muttered Sarah as they hit the crowded high street again. They claimed the last remaining sofa in Starbucks and Sara disappeared to buy two coffees, leaving Molly alone with her thoughts as shoppers wandered past the window, laden down with sale bags. Last night had been amazing. Right up until the point Jack had casually mentioned he had a date tomorrow night. "Who with?" Molly had tried to keep the hurt out of her voice. "Mike's cousin, Kim. He's been bugging me for months about taking her out—apparently she has a huge crush on me." And who can blame her, she's only human, thought Molly sadly. "What's she like?" She didn't really want to know, but it seemed only polite to ask. "Blonde with big tits." Jack chuckled. "Who cares? It's only a date!" "Just your type then," Molly snapped. She rolled away from him and jumped out of bed. "Hey, where're you going?" "Gotta get some sleep so I'm off home." Molly practically ran into the bathroom. The last thing she wanted was for Jack to see her angry tears. "Moll, you can sleep here!" "But I won't be able to sleep. Besides, I'm meeting Sarah at nine tomorrow and I've got stuff to do," she yelled through the closed door. By the time she had emerged from the bathroom, showered and composed, Molly had recovered enough to act as if everything was ok. "Are you sure I can't persuade you to stay?" Jack pulled her close as she stood at the door. He was still naked and his erection pressed purposefully against her stomach. It took every ounce of self control she had to push him away. "No, I really have to go," she told him with great determination. "Catch you later." With a light kiss on his stubbly cheek, she walked into the communal hallway and bounded down the stairs. The memory of what she was leaving behind would keep her awake for half of the night. "Penny for them?" Sarah was smirking when Molly's attention finally drifted back to the steaming coffee and blueberry muffin her friend had brought for her. "They're not worth it." Trying to dispel the cloud of depression that threatened to smother the life from her, Molly took a bite out of the muffin. It was delicious. So why didn't she care? "That fuckwit isn't worth your heartache," Sarah commented perceptively. "Don't know what you're talking about." Molly scowled and Sarah sighed. "Look, I know you're in love with him, but he's a player—he won't ever settle down!" "He will eventually he just needs time." "Bullshit!" Molly's mood sank even lower. Sarah was right. Of course Jack was never going to settle down. Why would he? He had his pick of all the pretty girls and Molly was there for him when he hit a dry spell. What guy would give that up? Only a dumb one! "I just wish..." she began before her phone bleeped loudly. Flipping it open, she read the message. It was from Jack. I couldn't sleep last night. Come back tonight and finish what you started! Despite her anger with him for telling her he was going on a date with porn star Barbie, she couldn't prevent the flush of telltale heat that enveloped her. "What does Jerk want?" Sarah's expression was one of total resignation. "He wants to see me tonight." "Do you want some advice?" "I thought that was what you were giving me?" "Actually no, I was just trying to get you to see that you're worth more than this. But if you insist on remaining besotted with that man, then you need to change your approach." Molly was intrigued. "What does Auntie Sarah suggest?" she asked with a ghost of a smile. "First off, stop being so bloody available! Have you never read The Rules?" "The what?" "Oh forget it." Sarah rolled her eyes and drained the rest of her coffee. "Look—what you need to do is play harder to get. The more he can't have you, the more he'll want you." "So I should say I'm busy tonight?" "Bingo!" "But what if I want to see him?" "Be strong, my friend, your sacrifice will pay dividends very soon." Sarah grinned as Molly stared at her in consternation, absently picking the remains of the blueberry muffin into crumbs. "Ok," she said eventually, punctuating this with a heavy sigh. "In fact," Sarah advised gleefully, "I'd go one step further and say you're busy because you're on a date with another guy." Molly shook her head. "He won't believe me." "Why on earth not?" asked Sarah with disbelief. "You're gorgeous and funny and why the hell wouldn't other men want you?" "He knows I'm not interested in anyone else." "Then it's about time you shook him out of his comfort zone!" * * * "Who's the date with?" Jack sounded slightly put out much to Molly's delight. Although she remained unconvinced that Sarah's plan would work, she had agreed to try it for a couple of weeks at least. "Brian," she replied nonchalantly. "You never said you were seeing anyone?" "I don't recall us talking much last night." Jack laughed. It was a low, throaty sound that instantly reminded Molly of last night and left her practically panting, much to her shame. "True," he conceded. "I gotta go," Molly said when she could manage to talk again, "I have a hair appointment." "Wow—you must really like this guy—you never usually bother with your hair." "Like you'd notice?" She slammed the phone down in fury and took several deep breaths. Sarah was right. It was about time he had a taste of his own medicine! * * * How's it going with lover boy? Molly grinned when she read the brief text message. For the last week she had knocked back every overture Jack had made, blaming her budding relationship with the mysterious Brian. Good thanks. Sarah had been right. It was really annoying Jack that she was no longer there for him at the drop of a hat. Now he couldn't have her, boy he wanted her...badly. For the first time in the relationship, the tables had turned and Molly was in the driving seat. Jack was actually jealous and she loved it. Jack didn't reply and after a while she began to regret the stupid game she was playing. She didn't want to lose him forever! Then her phone began to ring and she answered it. "The band is playing a gig at a pub in Statham on Friday night. Come along and bring lover boy with you." Molly was stunned into silence. Jack didn't normally invite her to his gigs—mostly because he knew she wasn't really into metal, but also because he used them as a pulling opportunity. Lead singers attracted women like a cowpat attracted flies. If she actually had a boyfriend, this not so casual invitation wouldn't be a problem. But she didn't have a boyfriend so it was a problem. "Ok, let me know which pub and we'll be there," she replied none the less. There was a long pause down the telephone line as Jack digested the fact she had agreed to attend. "Good, I look forward to meeting Brian." Molly could hear the edge to his voice and she inwardly cheered. "I'm your mate, Moll, and I just want to make sure he's good enough for you." Jack added when she failed to say anything else. Molly managed to suppress the snort of disbelief. "Thanks, Jack." Her voice was so sickly sweet it practically oozed. She ended the call with a temporary sense of elation until the realisation kicked in of what she had agreed to. Shit! "Sarah, what am I gonna do!" she wailed after she had explained her predicament to Sarah two minutes later. "Don't worry, I have a plan..." * * * The following day, Molly sat in the coffee shop across the street from her office, nursing a cappuccino while Sarah explained how she intended to solve Molly's imaginary boyfriend dilemma. "My solution is called Julian," she said. "He'll pretend to be your boyfriend." "And he's up for this?" Molly found it hard to believe that some bloke would agree to such a charade when there was nothing in it for him. "Yep, he's happy to assist." "But...why?" Sarah sipped her coffee thoughtfully. "Remember my friend Deirdre?" "Dreadful Deirdre?" "She's not that bad," scolded Sarah. "In fact, you should be grateful she's got such an accommodating brother called Julian! After you and I agreed last week that you should play hard to get, I decided you needed a stand-in boyfriend, just in case the need arose." "You had this planned already?" "Absolutely." Sarah grinned. "So I spoke to Julian a few days ago and sounded him out. It turns out he's between boyfriends and he's happy to help us." "He's gay?" "He's handsome, intelligent, attentive, and sadly, very, very gay." She sighed wistfully. "Such a waste." Molly sat back and frowned. "Jack will know he's gay and my ruse won't work." "No, he won't! Trust me—Julian can pass for straight any day. Christ, my gaydar is usually one hundred percent reliable and I still made a pass at him the first time we met." She shuddered at the memory. "How embarrassing that was..." "I still don't think this will work," muttered Molly. Jack would see through it and she would be left looking like a fool. Then he'd hate her and she would be even more miserable than she was now. "You're such a defeatist." Sarah glared at her. "Trust me, what can possibly go wrong?" * * * Molly was sheltering beneath an awning outside the pub, grateful to be out of the pouring rain, when a taxi sidled up alongside her and a tall, unfeasibly handsome bloke climbed out. Her interested gaze briefly checked him out before moving on. He was too handsome for a mere mortal woman like her. Only a goddess would be stunning enough to capture a guy like that. When Mr Gorgeous walked up to her and smiled, Molly nearly choked on her mint. "Are you Molly?" he asked in a voice so smooth he should have been starring in a chocolate commercial. "Err...yeah...are you...Julian?" she replied incredulously. "Yes, I am." "Wow...you don't look like your sister," she said before realising that could be construed as rather offensive to dire Deirdre." "We have different fathers," he explained. "Shall we head inside—I'm getting wet here!" The fact his thick, dark, hair was rapidly becoming plastered to the perfect bone structure of his classically chiselled head, was doing nothing to diminish Julian's sex appeal, but Molly reluctantly led her 'date' inside the pub, wincing as the thumping base beat threatened to burst her fragile ear drums. They stopped at the coat check and handed over Julian's stylish leather jacket to the tattooed goth girl. She was so dazzled by his brilliant smile she forgot to charge him for the service as she handed over a ticket with trembling hennaed fingers. Molly knew exactly how the poor thing felt. She was seriously wishing he were straight. Life was so unfair sometimes. The band was half way through their set as Molly and Julian threaded their way through the tattooed and pierced crowds, heading for the bar and much needed drinks. Molly gratefully accepted a Smirnoff ice and they took an empty table at the rear of the room, enjoying a partial view of the stage. Jack was in full lead singer mode. As usual he looked dark, dangerous, and sexy as hell with his black tee shirt and faded, torn jeans, but Molly tried not to pay him much attention. After all, she was supposed to be here with Brian, or rather Julian. Oh it was all very confusing... "Are you sure you don't mind pretending to be my boyfriend?" she asked during a lull between songs. Julian chuckled. "No, not at all, Sarah explained everything to me. Is that him on stage?" he asked, looking in Jack's direction. "Yeah." "I can see why you're into him," Julian commented. "He's very...attractive." Molly bristled immediately. Oh great! Now her pretend date fancied Jack, too! Julian must have felt the sudden drop in room temperature for he turned back towards her and smiled gently. "Don't worry, he's really not my type. I prefer the boy-next-door type—they're less likely to fuck around on me." Up on stage, Jack launched into the next song and the crowd went wild. It was clearly a popular number and Molly couldn't help noticing several scantily clad females near the front of the room, gyrating suggestively for Jack's benefit. "I think maybe I should stick to that type too," she mused while Jack dropped down to sing a couple of lines to one particular blonde. "For what it's worth, I think you should give this guy a chance to prove himself. He probably has no idea how you feel. As soon as he thinks you're not interested in him, you'll have him eating from your hand and you can let him know." "That's what Sarah thinks," agreed Molly. "But time will tell." By the time the band finished their set in a blaze of guitar solos and deafening lyrics, Molly was half way to being pissed and rather enjoying Julian's company. He was not only drop dead gorgeous, he was witty, intelligent, and above all, he listened to her. It was almost like having a girly friend there. More than once Molly had to remind herself he was male. When Jack unexpectedly appeared at their table, it took Molly a few seconds to actually notice. "Hi, Jack," she said, fully aware of the way his damp tee shirt clung like a second skin and his jeans hugged his crotch all too invitingly. "Hi, Moll," Jack replied with a smile on his face that didn't quite reach his stormy grey eyes. "Aren't you going to introduce us?" "Jack, this is Brian, my boyfriend." She placed extra emphasis on the word boyfriend. "Hi Brian, pleased to meet you." Jack's voice was practically dripping with insincerity as he shook Julian's hand, gripping it so hard the poor man turned pale. Julian, to his credit, didn't react. Instead he simply smiled ingratiatingly and placed his free arm across Molly's shoulders in an attentive fashion. Jack noticed and to Molly's delight, he looked pissed off. "Hey, Jack!" yelled a feminine voice and they all turned to see a leggy blonde girl barely wearing a tight PVC dress and thigh high boots. Her platinum blond hair was fluffed up like an Easter chick and her humungous tits appeared to be defying all known laws of gravity. "Hey, babe." Jack grabbed the blonde around her skinny waist and kissed her long and hard while Molly studied the scratched wooden table with enormous concentration. It was only when Julian squeezed her shoulder reassuringly that she realised she was gripping the edge of her seat as if it was the last remaining lifebelt on the Titanic. "This is Kim," Jack finally told them when the blonde came up for air looking slightly shell-shocked. "Ooh the band was great," Kim cried in a breathy voice when she had recovered her senses. "I think you're sooo wonderful!" "Is she the president of his fan club?" Julian whispered in Molly's ear. "Definitely—if the role involves shagging him thrice nightly," Molly hissed back. "Can I get you guys a drink?" Jack asked politely. Molly noticed Kim's hand stroking Jack's chest like he was a delicious lump of candy and she felt sick to the stomach. "Sure," she replied dully. "I'll have my usual." In triplicate. "Make mine a Carling," Julian said as he nuzzled Molly's neck affectionately. She pasted a smile on her face and pretended to respond to the loving gesture while still keeping one eye on Jack. Molly saw the look Jack threw her before he stalked off towards the bar leaving the lovely Kim to soak up the admiring glances from all the leather clad bikers in her vicinity. After having consumed far too many drinks, it suddenly occurred to Molly that she desperately needed to pee. "Be right back. Don't feed the animals and keep your hands inside the vehicle at all times," she advised Julian as several bikers edged nearer to ogle Kim's tits. Kim seemed oblivious to the attention. She was carefully examining her acrylic nails with a vacant expression on her face. Friends With Benefits * * * The toilets were blessedly empty as Molly washed her hands in the filthy cracked sink. Classy place, she thought in disgust, eyeing the graffiti covered walls and grimy mirrors. It was beginning to feel like she'd made a huge mistake in trying to wind Jack up. Although it was obvious he was less than amused about Julian/Brian, it was pissing her off immensely to see him with Kim. "What is the point?" she asked her reflection hopelessly as she stared at the fragmented mirror above the sink. If only she wasn't so addicted to the sex, then maybe she could forget about Jack. If only... By the time she left the toilets, another band was playing on stage and the music was deafening. The thought of sitting through yet another hour of thrash metal whilst watching Kim eat Jack alive, did nothing for her digestion. Molly just wanted to go home and cry. As she hovered in the corridor outside the toilets, trying to stall her re-entry into the bowels of hell, she made a decision to tell Julian she was leaving. It didn't matter any more about making Jack jealous. It was obvious he was shagging porn star Barbie and therefore he didn't want her any more. An arm suddenly slid around her waist from behind and somebody dragged her into a dark corner beside the fire exit. "What the—" The words were cut off in a cacophony of screeching vocals. "Brian's a wanker," Jack told her bluntly. "That's unfair," protested Molly, "You don't even know him!" Jack pressed her against the wall and slid his hands up from her waist until he reached the swell of her breasts. "I have no intention of getting to know him," he said before he kissed her, his tongue pressing for urgent entry until she gave in and allowed him into her mouth. The all too familiar heat exploded within her like a firecracker. It had only been a week since she had been to his flat, but it felt like forever. Her body responded with traitorous ease and she melted into a puddle like butter in the scorching sun. Jack was hard as stone against her belly. The smell of his pheromone enhanced sweat sent her senses reeling in a blind surge of lust and when his hand dived inside her bra to squeeze her breast, she didn't have the will power to push him away. "Barbie girl will be missing you," she gasped as his lips nuzzled the soft skin of her neck. "I doubt it," he replied, forcing her thighs apart with his knee. "What about Brian—are you gonna dump him?" Molly ground against him, trying to quell the ache deep inside. The trouble was, there was only one cure and a sleazy pub corridor wasn't the place for it. "That depends—are you gonna dump Barbie girl?" The memory of Kim and her awe-inspiring tits still niggled her immensely. "Kim doesn't mean anything to me." Jack brushed off her question like he was swatting an annoying fly, but crucially he failed to answer it and Molly saw red. She fought to clear the fog from her brain and pushed him firmly away. For a moment he looked surprised, then he smiled. "We can go if you like?" "Oh I am going," she snapped as she pulled her top back together. "Julian is taking me home, thanks." Ignoring Jack's expression of surprise, Molly stormed back into the pub. Jack was welcome to the delights of inflate-a-girlfriend. Molly was damned if she was playing second fiddle to some other woman. * * * "I give up," announced Molly with a defeated sigh. She slumped into the sofa at Starbucks and gazed mournfully at the display of cakes and buns. "I'm just going to eat myself into oblivion. Not much point in staying slim and svelte when I don't have a man." "To be honest, I think you're better off without him," Sarah advised. "Jack is a womanising bastard and he doesn't deserve you." "I know." Molly was well aware Sarah was right. But it didn't stop her missing Jack. It had been six weeks since the ill-fated night Jack had met Julian and she had heard nothing from him. Not even a text message. It was like he had dropped off the face of the planet. Or more likely, he was enjoying himself far too much on Planet Bimbo to give Molly a second thought. "I think you need cheering up," Sarah said. "There's a party on Saturday night and you're invited." "I'm washing my hair." "No excuses. You're going if it kills you." * * * Molly half-heartedly applied some crimson lipstick in the hope that it would cheer her up in time for the party. But looking in the mirror she decided she looked like one of the un-dead with her wan cheeks and dark circles beneath her eyes. So she wiped it the lipstick off on some tissue and decided to stick with her customary pale peach gloss. Her new purple dress clung to her slim frame like a glove, but she still felt wretched. It didn't matter how she looked. It would never be enough to persuade Jack that she was right for him. And since she didn't want any other man, she was doomed to a life of celibacy and lonely spinsterhood. It was truly tragic. The party was in full swing by the time the taxi dropped her off outside. She paid the driver and then watched as the battered looking car spluttered back up the road in a cloud of noxious fumes. Forcing herself to think happy thoughts, she walked inside the heaving house and went searching for Sarah. Her friend was in the kitchen, talking to a group of people Molly didn't know too well, but Sarah saw her and waved, so Molly headed over. "Molly, glad you made it," Sarah whispered as she gave her a quick hug. "Love the dress!" "Mmm, very nice," agreed a tall guy standing within earshot of Sarah. He winked and Molly felt her mood lift a little. At least somebody found her attractive. "Molly, this is Steve," said Sarah by way of introduction. "He works with me and is single." Subtlety was not her strong point. "Hi, Steve," she said with a shy smile. Maybe this evening wasn't going to be so bad after all. * * * Two hours later she had changed her mind. Sober Steve was pleasant and amusing, whereas drunken Steve was lecherous and annoying. Unfortunately, it didn't take too long for the transformation to take place and Molly was soon cursing Sarah for not warning her. Sarah, on the other hand, was oblivious. She was far too busy working on Anglo-French relations with a Parisian barman she had met a short time ago. After removing Steve's hand from her backside for what felt like the millionth time, Molly made her excuses and disappeared into the upstairs bathroom for a respite. She stayed sitting on the toilet for ages, wondering what in the hell she was doing here. Eventually an urgent knocking on the door attracted her attention. "Let me in—I'm gonna puke!" yelled a female voice. Molly jumped up and flung the door open wide, just in time to allow a skinny girl time to reach the toilet and throw up. It was not pleasant and Molly made an instant decision that it was time to leave. Bollocks to Sarah. She could practice the international language of love without Molly's help. She managed to slip out of the house without bumping into sleazy Steve—which was a relief. The last thing Molly needed was another charm offensive whereby she ended up kneeing him in the balls. The night air was crisp and Molly tugged her jacket close around her body as she walked purposefully towards the main road. She could have called for a taxi, but she decided to walk for a while. It wasn't too late and there were still enough people around to make her feel safe enough. A light frost dusted the pavements and the pitted concrete surface sparkled in the yellow glow from the street lamps. By the time she reached the high street, her feet were beginning to ache in the heels she had chosen to wear, so she stopped outside a pub to retrieve her mobile and ring her usual taxi firm. The number rang for ages, but nobody answered and she cursed as she flipped the phone shut. "Hey Moll, everything ok?" Molly spun around in surprise, losing her balance as her shoe slipped on a patch of black ice. She felt herself falling, almost in slow motion, then a strong arm caught her around the waist and she was pulled into the safety of Jack's arms. "Careful," he warned, "It's icy." "No kidding," she replied, her heart thudding painfully inside her constricted chest. What the hell is he doing here? "Wanna share a taxi?" he asked, still holding her tightly. "I have one due in a minute." Molly could think of no sensible reason to refuse his offer, so she nodded dumbly. Whilst she knew she ought to command that he released her immediately, her mouth had dried up and the words refused to come out. So instead, she stayed in his arms, breathing in his familiar scent, and thinking how much she had craved the feel of him. It was agony and ecstasy all wrapped up in one shining moment. "How's Brian?" he asked as they stood beneath a street lamp, listening to the ebb and flow of drunken revelry from the nearby bar. "Who?" she asked before belatedly realising Jack was referring to her so-called boyfriend. "Not good then!" Jack laughed dryly and Molly cursed. Now there was no way he would believe that she and Julian/Brian were an item, but she suddenly realised she didn't care any more. She had spent long enough waiting for Jack to notice how she felt about him, so it was about time she accepted that he would never feel the same way. "I'm sorry," Jack said unexpectedly. "Brian was ok really—I was just jealous." "Yeah, he was nice," agreed Molly. It was just a pity he was gay. Not that Jack needed to know that. "How's Kim?" she felt compelled to ask. "Who?" He was grinning when she looked up at him in surprise. "She wasn't terribly forgettable with those enormous tits," she sniffed. He looked down at her chest. "You have nothing to be jealous of." "I'm not that big." "No, but you're perfect to me." He was looking at her strangely when she raised her head. "Have you been drinking?" There seemed to be no other explanation for his weird behaviour. The philandering womaniser, who ran a mile at the thought of intimacy, was not this Jack standing under the street lamp, holding her like he had no intention of ever letting go again. "No, but I have been thinking." "Hmm, dangerous." "Funny." He took hold of her hand and her stomach lurched. "Something's happened," he told her. Molly stared at him, all kinds of hideous thoughts running through her mind. Did he have a terminal illness? "Oh my god, what?" "We got a record deal." "Huh?" "Kai sent a demo CD to Aragon Records and they sent someone to our gig—the night you were there. We signed a three album deal last week." "Wow..." Molly was stunned. Jack and the band had been plugging away for what seemed like forever. Although he had always talked of making it big, she hadn't expected it to actually happen. It seemed she had been wrong. "But you know what?" He was still staring at her oddly. "What?" "None of it matters when you aren't around." He smiled faintly. "Why would I want to go to LA without you?" "You're going to LA?" "Yep." He grinned like a boy who had just been given the best games console in the whole world. "We're going to record our first tracks next week!" "But what about your job?" "I quit." "I bet Mr Anderson wasn't too happy about that..." "An understatement." He laughed dryly. A taxi pulled up alongside them but neither of them noticed. "Well good luck, I'm pleased for you," Molly stated in a matter of fact way. And she was. It was everything he had ever dreamed off and she was happy for him. LA would be full of anorexic blondes with fake tits, but hey, no doubt Jack would have a field day romping amongst all that silicon. Within a week, Molly would revert to being simply a contact in his outlook address book. "Don't you get it?" Jack asked in disbelief. "Which bit? The bit where you said you're buggering off to LA, or the bit where you agreed I have small tits?" He muttered something unintelligible under his breath before grabbing her hand and pulling her towards the idling taxi. "I'm not having this conversation in the freezing cold. Come on, we're going home." Jack was right on that score. It was freezing: her teeth were chattering ten to the dozen and she had goose bumps on her goose bumps. It was also late and Molly suddenly realised how tired she was. The whole evening had been pretty crap when she thought about it and now, what with Jack's announcement the band was on the cusp of fame and fortune, she wasn't sure if she could deal with it. She just wanted to go home and sleep. Maybe then things would seem better in the morning. But Jack had other ideas. He blithely directed the taxi driver to his own place and Molly couldn't be bothered to argue. Fine. If he wanted to talk, then she'd listen. It didn't mean she had to believe any of his bullshit. He may well have said he wanted her in his life, but it didn't mean that she was about to follow him to LA and hang about like a spare part while he shagged every available wanna-be actress. She was past that now. It was too painful being second best all the time and she wasn't going there any more. He stayed silent on the journey back to his flat, but Molly made no effort to talk either. Instead she stared out of the grimy window and tried to imagine what it would be like if Jack left for good. It would be hard, she decided, but not insurmountable. She would survive—plenty more fish in the sea and all that baloney. Molly found herself climbing the stairs to Jack's flat with no great idea of what she was doing. It wasn't as if she had made a conscious decision to come here—it just seemed like her body had its own agenda. Even as she walked in through his front door and he locked it behind her, she still wasn't sure what was going on. "I really missed you," Jack told her as he switched on the table lamp beside the sofa and dragged her down into the depths of some squishy cushions so that she was lying across his chest. "You always say that," she commented bleakly. Acknowledging that he missed her was hardly a declaration of true love. "And I always mean it even if I don't show it so well." He cupped her face with both hands. "I've been an idiot, Molly," he said. "It was staring me in the face, but I refused to see it." "See what?" Molly just wished he would get to the point while her brain was still partially engaged. Lying on top of him was sending her libido stratospheric after the self-inflicted lull in her sex life. Right now, all she wanted to do was shag him senseless. Although that was probably not a good idea, she tried to persuade herself. So she tuned back in to what he was saying whilst focussing on a neutral spot somewhere below his chin. "When I saw you with that Brian, I flipped. I didn't think it would bother me so much, but it did bother me." "You were jealous?" "Jealous as hell." "I'd never have guessed as you gave a pretty good impression of not being bothered when you had your tongue wrapped around Kim's tonsils." "I wanted to make you jealous." "Congratulations. You succeeded." "Molly, what are we doing?" His voice was so serious that she felt compelled to focus back on his face. His slate grey eyes bored into hers with an intensity that scared her. "I don't know," she replied honestly, looking away. "Why are we wasting time seeing other people when we're so good together?" "I don't know," she repeated. "You don't know much, do you?" Jack grinned as he pulled her down gently and kissed her. His lips explored hers; sending sweet sparks of warmth through her body and dispelling every sensible thought in her head. By the time he pulled away, she was breathing hard and struggling to recall what it was they were meant to be talking about. "Molly, I want you to come with me to LA. It won't be the same without you." "I'll cramp your style," she sniffed. "You'll have far more success with the bimbos if I'm not around." "I don't want bimbos—I want you." A huge lump stuck in her throat when she saw how serious he was, but still she couldn't quite bring herself to believe that he felt the same way she did. "I know," she quipped, unable to bear the sudden tension between them. "I can feel it." He ignored her lewd comment. "I'm tired of playing games, Moll. I want us to be together properly. No more other people—just you and me." She stayed silent. This was what she had wanted all along, but she didn't know if she could trust him not to hurt her. "Do you mean that?" she asked in a small voice. "Yes, I do mean it. I care about you, Molly, not just as a friend—although you are my best friend—you mean more to me than anything. These last few weeks have made me realise this and I'm sorry for not seeing it sooner." "I care about you, too," she admitted. "I don't want anyone else—I never did." "Not even Brian?" Jack almost spat the name out and Molly struggled not to laugh. "No, Brian was sweet, but not my type really." She wasn't about to tell Jack the whole truth. She was enjoying his jealous reaction too much for that. "So what is your type?" He slid his hands down her back and cupped her bottom, pulling her firmly against his erection. "Erm...I quite like blond guys with fast cars and loads of money," she said before gasping when he ground into her. "Liar. Fast cars make you sick." But Molly wasn't listening any more. Jack had deftly slipped one hand between her thighs and had pulled her new lace knickers aside. Slick moisture spilled from her shaking body as he pushed inside her. She could do nothing but moan incoherently as he propelled her towards the edge of oblivion. With a shuddering cry, she came hard. Molly collapsed, burying her face in the curve of his neck. Trying to control her ragged breathing as her orgasm faded slowly, she inhaled his familiar scent deeply. He smelled divine: all tangy citrus. Then she remembered it was the aftershave she had brought him back from her last holiday and she smiled. Jack's fingers were still inside her and she groaned anew when he began to move them again. He was hard against her belly, throbbing hotly though the faded denim of his jeans: a reminder of how much he wanted her and she longed to feel him filling her up, stretching her. Molly didn't object when Jack shifted until she lay alongside him, her thigh hooked across his. His hand left her knickers, the sudden departure causing her to moan with disappointment. Tracing a pathway across her belly, his hand soon found the swell of her breasts and she sighed with pleasure as he pulled the dress down over her shoulder, revealing the lace of her bra. "You have lovely tits," he murmured into her neck as he caressed her gentle curves. "Are you sure you don't prefer Kim's tits?" she asked. "Definitely not." "Good..." He'd have been a dead man if he had said yes. The lace bra was pulled away and his mouth found her engorged nipples. Slow, sensual sucking sent her flying again. He released her eventually, both of them breathing raggedly. "I want you, Molly," Jack told her, even as he pulled her hand down and placed it firmly on his cock. "I want you, too," she replied as she deftly unbuttoned his jeans and took hold of his shaft, revelling in the way he swelled even further in her hand. Molly slid on top of him and felt him ease inside her body like he was made for her. They fitted together like a jigsaw puzzle: no discernable gaps. It wasn't just the sex, she thought as he began to move gently, it was everything. They were perfect for each other. Their movements became increasingly urgent. Molly leaned forward and closed her eyes, losing herself in the way Jack was making her feel. Sweet sensations built like an orchestral symphony. She felt him gripping her hips, his fingers digging in painfully, but she didn't care. Nothing else mattered but this. As her orgasm broke, she opened her eyes and saw him watching her, his face taut with tension. Friends With Benefits "Molly, I...I...love you," he gasped. With a shuddering groan, he came too. Collapsing on his chest, Molly fought to contain her riotous emotions. "Did you mean that?" she asked eventually. Surely things like that said in the heat of the moment were invalid? Jack smiled and brushed errant strands of hair from her damp cheek. "Of course I meant it—Molly Maguire, I love you." A rebellious tear escaped and slid slowly down Molly's cheek. "I love you, too," she admitted. "Then you'll come to LA with me?" "I'm not sure if I want to leave my job..." She tried to sound convincing, but Jack burst into laughter. "Yeah right!" he scoffed. "You bloody hate it!" "Hey, it's not that bad!" Molly imagined handing her notice in to her boss, the despicable Miss Evesham—and grinned with delight. "Okay, it is that bad." "You can have a new job." "Doing what exactly?" He was still semi hard inside her and she felt him move again. "My personal assistant." "Is it well paid?" His lips kissed her neck and she sighed with pleasure. "No, but the fringe benefits are awesome." She groaned as he squeezed her breast. "Then I'll take it," she managed to gasp. Molly could hardly believe that Sarah's plan had worked, but against the odds, it had. She couldn't wait to tell her friend all about LA! But that could wait. Right now she had better, more important things to do...like explore those fringe benefits Jack had mentioned...