3 comments/ 71595 views/ 21 favorites Friends Ch. 01 By: bigfoot12 Friends Steve and Amy had been best friends since early high school. Steve had noticed her right from the start, as Amy had always been one of the prettier girls in school. But back then, Steve had been quite shy, especially with women, so they hadn't actually met until sophomore year. Steve had initially wanted more, of course, but she had been dating someone when they had first become friends. That kind of bad timing would follow them for years, as either one or the other always seemed to be dating someone. So if there was anything more than friendship between the two, it had yet to be discovered. When college came, they had ended up going to the same school, but only for two years. Then they both transferred to schools that were hours apart, so their contact was largely limited to phone calls and emails. Only the occasional surprise trip, or more often breaks in school allowed them to see each other. Steve thought that every time he saw Amy, she got more and more attractive. But with being so far apart, and still with the bad timing, neither one seriously thought to bring it up. But like Steve, Amy appreciated how well Steve was maturing. Her biggest gripe about him was his lack of confidence, which she didn't understand. She told herself that it was just because they were friends, but she liked that he was much more confident by graduation. It had been a little more than a year since graduation, and mostly by chance Steve and Amy had managed to get jobs in the same town. Until recently, both had been involved in semi-serious relationships, so both naturally continued their usual affectionate and flirty friendship as before. So when Amy called Steve one day at work about possibly going on vacation with some friends, Steve was more than willing. Unfortunately, business had been picking up, so he wasn't sure if he could get away for an entire week. "Oh, c'mon you sissy, take a break," chided Amy. "Easy for you to say, you don't do jack shit. I myself, on the other hand, am a very important person and have much to do," Steve replied. "You're so full of shit." "Yeah, pretty much," laughed Steve. "Well, what's it going to take to get you to come?" "Sticking it in your ass would probably do the trick," Steve said in the same tone he had used thousands of times before. "Ok, but only for a little bit. Last time I couldn't walk straight for a week," Amy said even-toned. "Yeah, I don't know for real though. When are you guys leaving?" "We leave sometime on Friday, depending on if you can get off or not." "Oh, I can get off baby, don't worry about that." Amy laughed into the phone, hoping Steve would be able to make it. They were going to a friend's cabin up north. Steve had never been able to make any of the previous trips to the cabin, and Amy knew he'd have a blast. "It's a great time, you should really make an effort to go," she said, almost scolding him. "Ok, ok, I'll try. But I gotta go, I'll let you know." Steve had gotten off the phone almost sure he'd be able to make it, but he wanted to leave Amy in suspense. The suspense hadn't lasted long, as Steve had called her back that night to let her know he was in, but he couldn't go until after work. So the plan was Steve and Amy would drive up right after work on Friday and meet everyone there. The drive on Friday was surprisingly quick, even though it was a little over three hours long. Steve and Amy seemed to have that affect on each other. They ended up pulling into the driveway just after 9 o'clock to see the house lights ablaze. Everyone seemed to have gotten a head start on them. But what first caught Steve's attention was the "cabin" itself. "Cabin my ass," he muttered to himself. Amy only laughed at his reaction. She'd had the same one herself. The cabin was huge, considerably bigger than Steve's house. He got the quick rundown from Amy: four bedrooms, each with their own full bathroom, living room, dining room, full gourmet kitchen, and all the electronics a man could dream about. Plus it overlooked a very scenic lake, and was shielded from the neighbors by heavy foresting. "If I'd have known this was what it was like, I would've made the trip a lot sooner," Steve said, carrying in their bags. "And here I was thinking it was all the butt sex that got you here," she said. "Butt sex? Oh yeah, that'll be cool too. But look at this friggin' house!" Steve joked, causing them both to laugh as they entered the cabin. Everyone greeted them loudly, clearly on their way to getting drunk. Before Steve or Amy could even get their bags to a room, people were getting drinks ready for them. For the next couple of hours, everyone drank and had a great time, but not getting carried away. This was the first night after all. Around midnight, things were starting to wind down, so Steve grabbed their bags and headed for a bedroom. The last one he found unoccupied already was at the very end of the hall on the second floor, and appeared to be the smallest. It was still a pretty good size, but not as lavish as the others. The bed in this one was only a double, and the room had only one dresser. Steve was fine with it, and tossed their bags onto the bed and went to return downstairs. He passed Lindsay and Kurt, who had been dating for years, as they were coming up the steps. "Kurt, helluva place you got here," Steve said. "Yeah, the parents did alright on this one," he laughed. "Oh, I think you and Amy are gonna be in the room at the end of the hall, if that's cool." "Yeah, that's fine. I just dumped our bags in the first empty room I found." "And the window in that room is broken, so it doesn't close all the way, so it might get a little cold in their tonight. Sorry man." "Not a problem. Have a good night guys," Steve said and went downstairs. He found everyone lounging on couches and in chairs, and things looked like they were shutting down for the night. "What, I leave for a few minutes and you all go down?" Steve asked. "No, that's Stacy's job in a little bit," Jake said, referring to one of the four remaining women on the trip. Jake had been trying to hook up with Stacy for a long time, if Steve remembered right. "Yeah, that'll happen," Stacy said sarcastically. "I'm going to bed though, that's for sure. I'll see you guys in the morning." Everyone said their goodnights as Stacy went upstairs, and soon everyone else was following. "Guess that's our cue," Amy said, heading for the stairs. Steve followed behind, trying to look at something besides her swaying hips. Steve felt his buzz beginning to recede, but it was still working for him. He felt the all-too-familiar tingle in his crotch as he watched her walking ahead of him, but ignored it. Neither of them was nearly that drunk. As they walked by the master bedroom, they could hear Kurt and Lindsay already screwing wildly. As Amy walked by, she paused, turning to face Steve with glee on her face and began laughing quietly. "Like a child," Steve said, referring to Amy. "Sshh," she scolded back. None too gently, Lindsay could be heard giving forceful directions to Kurt through the doorway. Listening to the two of them fucking was giving Steve an erection, so he moved past Amy just as it sounded like Lindsay began to climax. The doorways to the other two bedrooms opened in almost unison at the commotion, and everyone had a muffled laugh about it all. Once they were in their own room, Steve and Amy began getting ready for bed. Steve thought that Kurt was right about the window not working, as the room was a bit chilly. He tried focusing on that, hoping his erection would be down enough not to be noticed by Amy. They were entirely comfortable with each other, but Steve had his limits. And in the mood she was in, he wouldn't hear the end of it. Amy moved over to her side of the bed, and quickly unpacked her bag. She shoved clothes into drawers, not caring when a pair of lacy black panties fell from her bag. She picked them up cheerfully and looked at Steve. "Maybe if you're lucky...." she teased. "If I'm lucky, those won't ever make it out of your drawer," Steve said, finished emptying his bag. "True enough," Amy agreed. Steve grabbed his toothbrush and toothpaste and headed to their bathroom. His hard-on had receded thankfully and he quickly brushed his teeth. As he was walking out of the bathroom, he saw Amy with her back to him, changing. Not able to help himself, Steve stopped and watched her. He could have just as easily walked into the room and Amy wouldn't have stopped. But now he could look all he wanted without having to be a "nice guy." Amy was tallish, about 5'9", with a knockout body. She had been a star swimmer and runner in high school, and had kept in that shape. She was wearing just a pale blue thong at the moment, her bra tossed carelessly on the bed. He noticed the sexy little tattoo of a hummingbird just above her thong, remembering how it always drove him wild. Steve started at her legs, and worked his way up her body. Her legs were long and toned, with perfect calves and thighs connecting to a tight ass that Steve had long ago concluded was the best he had ever seen. And that was before seeing it in the thong tonight. Her back was sleek and smooth, slimming down from her round hips before moving back outward at her shoulders. Steve had always found it hard to control himself when she wore a backless dress. At the moment, Amy had her dark brown, shoulder length hair pulled into a hurried knot on top of her head, giving Steve a clear look at her neck. He had used a considerable store of willpower to resist kissing it on many occasions. From this angle, Steve could just barely make out the silhouette of Amy's perky C-cup breasts as they moved with her body as she slipped a tight white tank top over her head. Steve had to hold his breath when she bent over to gather up her clothes. Steve noticed that she wasn't going to put on anything over her thong apparently. Steve then realized that his erection was back, and stronger than ever. He tried to push it down as best he could as he walked out of the bathroom, doing his best to look casual. Amy flashed a smile at Steve as he walked by, noticing the weird look on his face. For one, he was flushed and it was quite chilly in the room. Amy searched her bag for her toothbrush as Steve began changing into a pair of shorts. "Damnit, I can't find my toothbrush. I think I forgot it. Can I borrow yours?" she asked finally, giving up. "Um yeah, it's next to the sink," Steve said, turning slightly to point at the bathroom. When he did, Amy thought she saw what would have to be a hard-on through his shorts. But he turned away before Amy could tell, so she went into the bathroom. It then dawned on her that Steve had probably seen her changing. She smiled to herself in the mirror as she brushed. It was nice to know she could have that kind of effect on him. It hadn't been intentional, but she had never hid herself from Steve. But this was the first time he'd gotten excited about it. That she knew about anyway. Amy found herself wondering how big he was. They knew slightly more than the basics of each other's sex lives, but they never got into too much detail. But from what Amy had heard, Steve was a pretty good size. Definitely not small she decided. For some reason, she found herself smiling again. As she was finishing up, she started wondering what it would like to have sex with Steve. She'd wondered before, but in an abstract way, like how it would affect their friendship. Now she imagined what it would feel like, if he was a good lover. Again, Steve had a good reputation. For a moment, Amy thought it was the booze, but she could barely feel it anymore. Steve was after all quite attractive, so it wasn't very surprising Amy was thinking about it. In fact, everyone told her she was crazy for not finding out for real, long before this. But the timing had always gotten in the way. She stole a quick peak into the room, seeing Steve just settling into bed after changing. He was taller than Amy, which she liked, at about 6'2". Steve had always been athletic like her, which she liked, and his toned body showed the years of hard work. He wasn't about to be working in Chip'n'Dales, but there had never been a shortage of women to stare at his body. The only reason he had relatively few girlfriends was that he was shy around women, which Amy found incredibly sweet. She set the brush down next to the sink, still thinking about Steve as she turned out the lights and climbed into bed. Steve still looked awake, and Amy sure wasn't ready for sleep anymore. Her body was starting to tingle with an excitement she had never felt with Steve before this. Steve tried vainly to think of anything except the woman lying next to him. Amy had always been attractive, but as a full-blown woman, there were none sexier. Tonight was only confirming that. When she had walked to bed, Steve had gotten a perfect look at her hard nipples poking through her thin tank. He had thought he could even see her areolas, but had been afraid to stare too long. None of this was helping his erection subside, although he was managing. "It's kind of chilly in here, don't you think?" Amy asked. "Yeah, Kurt said that the window was broken. Why, you cold?" "Only a little, but my nipples sure seem to be," Amy teased, watching Steve for a reaction. He smiled, blushing only a little before responding, "Yeah, I saw that." Amy rolled over onto her side, her back to Steve. She needed a moment to think. She found herself suddenly, and incredibly, attracted to Steve. If she made a move, she had to think of something. And she was sure Steve wouldn't, as she had made it clear before they were just friends. Remembering his hard-on, Amy was sure he would go for it if she started something. She reached behind her and groped for Steve's arm. She finally found it, and pulled him towards her, wrapping his strong arm around her. She quickly felt Steve's warm body press against hers, but he was careful not to press his hips into her, just as always. She put his arm just underneath her breasts, hoping he wouldn't be able to feel her heart pounding. Steve's heart was racing, right along with his mind. They had slept next to each other numerous times, and sometimes close like this, but something felt different this time. Steve wasn't sure what, if anything was going on, but he wouldn't fight it if anything did happen. "Better?" he asked, waiting on her response. "Much. And if you get cold, you can just snuggle yourself into my warm buns," Amy said, giggling a little. "Ah yes, back to the butt sex." "It's always back to the butt sex." Steve let that hang in the air, unable to think of anything to say for the moment. He was trying desperately not to think about getting Amy out of those clothes. Which of course meant that was all he was thinking about. He could feel blood begin pooling in his groin, even as he wished it would stop. If this was going nowhere, and he got a boner just by laying next to her, things could get a little awkward, even for them. "Kurt and Lindsay sure seem to be getting the week off to a great start," Amy said, trying to turn their normal banter towards something more obvious. She thought she could feel Steve growing against her, but his hips were still too far away. Her heart was beating faster as she realized she wanted to feel him pushing against her instead of staying his polite distance away. "Yeah, they didn't waste any time. And who would've thought that Lindsay was so vocal?" Steve said, trying to keep his voice light. "Do you like girls to be vocal Steve?" Amy asked, only wanting to be half subtle. "Depends on how you mean vocal," Steve answered. Amy shifted in bed, purposely brushing her breasts against Steve's arm. She could feel her nipples stiffen at even that slight touch, and was sure he could too. "Do you like a woman who screams and yells like that?" she asked. "Depends I guess. If we were really going at it, then it would fit. If it was right after a really romantic date, then maybe not so much. But if she's vocal, there's a good chance I'm at least close to doing something right." Steve couldn't help but start thinking about Amy and how vocal she might be. It was getting harder to hide his inflating erection. "What about talking during sex?" Amy was beginning to get aroused. She could feel blood flowing to her sex, getting herself ready. "You mean dirty talk? I guess it's kinda like the yelling. If it fits, I'm all for it. And unless it's something really obnoxious, it probably can't hurt anything." Jesus, Steve thought, I'm gonna have to jerk off or I'm not gonna sleep. "What about you, you like talking?" "Sometimes I talk," Amy said, pausing. "Ok, most of the time I talk at least a little. I don't mind dirty talk at all. I think it can be really sexy." Amy decided to lay it on a bit thick now. "Like, it can be really sexy, even if it's a romantic setting, to just whisper something like 'fuck me' in his ear." Amy paused, consciously reminding herself to breath as she waited for Steve's reaction. She felt it before she heard it. Steve felt his dick filling with blood, and there was nothing he could do about it. There had to be something going on here. But he just couldn't believe it. Hell, he'd wanted Amy for years. He knew his swelling head was pushing noticeably into Amy's ass. There was no way she couldn't feel at least something. "Um yeah, that would always help," was all that Steve managed to say. Still unable to believe this was really happening, Steve shifted slightly, moving his hips away from Amy. But to his surprise, Amy immediately responded. Amy shifted right into Steve, planting her ass firmly against Steve's crotch. She could feel his prick pressing right into her cheeks and she couldn't resist wiggling against him for a second. She heard a sharp intake of breath at that, and smiled to herself. "Is all this talk getting you horny Steve?" she asked. Her voice was teasing, but inviting at the same time. "It's kind of hard not to, what with you pushing your ass right into me," Steve said. He didn't move away this time, his face an inch from the back of Amy's head. He could clearly smell her shampoo, something fruity or flowery. He could feel every inch of her warm body pressed tightly against his, and he shifted against her, rubbing himself into her a little more. Fuck, this feels good, he thought to himself. Amy continued rubbing her ass into Steve, feeling his hardness pressing into her, the skimpy thong doing nothing to hide Steve from her. She was quickly getting wet, and there was no denying Steve's excitement. "Apparently I'm not the only one getting horny," Steve said quietly, whispering into Amy's ear. When Amy only continued rubbing her tight backside against him, Steve relaxed with the knowledge this was really going to happen. His arm that was draped over her body now moved upwards a fraction so he could up Amy's ample chest in his hand. Her nipples were completely erect already, pressing into his palm before he lightly teased one between his fingers. He was rewarded with a moan for that, so Steve leaned forward to kiss Amy on her shoulder. Amy reached behind her to lightly push Steve's head down, leading his kisses to her neck. She knew Steve would have gotten there eventually, but she didn't want to wait. Once he got the message, he stayed on message, driving Amy a little crazy. She knew she was really worked up now, and she needed to feel more of Steve. As good as it felt to have his throbbing erection against her, she wanted more. Amy next gripped Steve's hand by the wrist, leading him away from her chest, which she regretted, but moving him slowly down her body. As soon as his hand reached her stomach Amy took a sharp intake of breath, lifting her shirt a little in the process. The touch of Steve's big strong hand on her skin sent shivers down her spine, which only grew in intensity as he continued to move downwards. Friends Ch. 01 Ch. 1 Progressive Dinners Following is a story of fact and fiction. The initial progressive dinner took place exactly as presented. What happened afterward is pure fiction, but fiction couched in the context of the social network that grew as described and existed for several years. This chapter is almost completely background, developing the main characters with little sexual content. If you must have the latter, read chapter 2 first and then this chapter. ************************* It was an unusual set of circumstances that brought us together. It was the right time, the 70's. It was the right place, a new development somewhat isolated from others in the community. The right opportunity, many in the development were of similar ages, 30's and professionally connected through their industry, defense. Few were locals. Some were military (officers), others were civil servants while the rest were contractors. Most had kids the same age in a nearby elementary school. It was the kids that brought us together. The kids met and formed friendships in school with others from the neighborhood. One thing led to another and before long parents met parents and a social network formed that lasted for several years until circumstances and opportunities caused the group to slowly dissolve as one-by-one its families moved out of the area. While it lasted though, it was a unique environment for kids and their parents, alike. Early on some of the more outgoing wives organized a progressive dinner to be an icebreaker among the men [it was a time and circumstances that caused most (all?) of the wives to be stay-at-home moms]. If a single event could be identified as the catalyst for the social network to gel it would be that initial progressive dinner. Planned for New Year's Eve, it snowed heavily in the afternoon after having done so off and on several days. The snow and ice pack caused the schools and most businesses to close. Everyone, kids and adults alike, gathered at a large, long hill in the back of the development with sleds, toboggans, inner tubes, and large aluminum and plastic dishes. It was one block from our home. Some of the husbands had the foresight to bring something to keep them warm while on the hill. None of wives had planned to stay out as long as they did and so, as the afternoon wore on and temperatures dropped they would ask for sips to bind them over until the dinner began. Depending upon their personal tastes [refreshment preferences] they approached whoever was packing for a sip regardless of who they were [or were not]. I brought Benedictine, a strong licorice-flavored elixir that does a good job warming the insides. Not many were familiar with it, which left more for me. By the time the sun went down pre-New Year's Eve celebrations and spirits were in high gear. It was also time for me to go home and prepare the hor d'oeuvres, the first course of the evening. Since my wife was one of the organizers we staked claim to entertain first so we would be free to enjoy the rest of the evening. One of the wives was notorious for always being late. With that in mind and fully expecting her to arrive late we told Marilyn the starting time was 5PM at our house. Everyone else was told the start time was 6PM, including her husband. He knew of the subterfuge but on that day he was on the hill with the rest of the neighbors. Forgetting what had been planned he told her he would meet her at our house. Sure enough, at 5PM sharp there was a knock at the front door. I had only returned moments before. Having spent hours on the hill I was cold and wet, the Benedictine notwithstanding. I started by removing all my clothes, leaving them heaped in a puddle in the foyer and was padding around the kitchen in my underwear prepping the food for assembly when the knock came. Fortified with Benedictine and in a hurry, I answered the door. There stood Marilyn decked out for the festivities. Nonplussed, she came in and followed me to kitchen. After getting her a glass of her favorite [I don't recall what] she made herself comfortable at the kitchen table and started her usual inane chatter, drawing me into it as I put together a checkerboard of caviar and smoked salmon on crackers as if her being fully dressed and well turned out while I was wet and undressed was normal. [More than 30 years later one of the evening's participants reminisced on the spectacular presentation of the salmon and caviar, and Marilyn arriving early and catching me in my underwear. It is testament to the uniqueness of the evening.] My youngest came in cold and wet. All she wanted was to jump in a hot bath. She came into the kitchen with red cheeks and a runny nose while dripping snow and ice melt on the floor shouting, "Hi, Daddy!" She stopped dead in her tracks at the sight of Marilyn. Looking back and forth between the two of us, Marilyn sitting in her finery and me in my skivvies. Shocked, she responded to Marilyn's greeting with, "What are you doing here?" It was an awkward moment for all. She vividly remembers it to this day. As the first hostess of the evening my wife came back early to layout plates, glasses and the accoutrements needed for a cocktail party before going to transform herself from Nanook of the North to a stylish, 30-something housewife hostess. To my surprise she thought nothing of the Marilyn and me scene in the kitchen. When she returned moments before the other guests arrived, it was my turn to get cleaned up and dressed. Marilyn never stopped, she simply shifted focus to her new audience and continued talking [and saying nothing]. With few exceptions, everyone came directly from the hill, cold and wet. In the next hour everyone got warm and even more convivial. Then it was off to the next house and course. All transportation was on foot. It was a special night, cold, crystal clear, full moon and bright stars, with friends and neighbors strolling down the middle of the snow-covered road holding simultaneous conversations and occasionally singing seasonal songs. The composition of the group changed slightly after each course for the host and hostess of the next course to sprint ahead to prepare their homes for the guests soon to arrive. Alcohol was consumed with as much gusto as food causing the mood and antics of the group to become more raucous with every trip. By the time midnight arrived everyone was everyone else's best and closest friend. Men and women alike sought out others to hug, kiss and wish each other well, some more aggressively than others. By 1AM the last course served, everyone was full and content. It was time to call it a night. The walk home was short and the air colder but, at that point no one cared. The kernel of the social network forged that night changed shape and size as time wore on to include more neighbors and like-minded friends that didn't live in our community. Subsets formed around mutual interests but always there was a grand gathering every couple of months where all members coalesced into a single larger group to reinforce the sense of community. At some point the nature of these grand gatherings became thematic. My memory isn't clear on when it actually began but I'll assign responsibility to my wife, always the organizer. The first theme was medieval. While in college she prepared a research paper on cuisines appropriate to that period complete with menus. It was mostly roasted wild game and overcooked stews with little seasoning. She prepared a meal that followed her research as closely as possible but jacked up to make it edible to a contemporary pallet. Prior to each course she explained what was included and why, and how it should have been prepared to be authentic to the period before telling them what she had done to make it more appealing. While the meal was just acceptable the history behind it made it interesting. Of course, the group's sense of humor made a bigger deal of it than warranted causing a good time to be had by all. The liquor, wine and beer before, during and after contributed a great deal to the evening's success. Over time and with successive grand group gatherings true friendships were made and relationships with and among neighbors and acquaintances strengthened causing the thematic evenings to be well attended. While not everyone was enthralled with every theme all participated in good spirits. Slowly, factions formed to include like-minded couples of which one really got into the thematic scene. To accommodate that interest and what followed it met more frequently than the plenary sessions. We found ourselves in that group of six couples. Before continuing I need to digress a bit to explain my wife. Her role in the group(s) is pivotal to this story and, instead of springing her behavior and personality on you, it is necessary to give you some of her history. She comes from a large Italian-American family with many aunts, uncles and cousins. She is third generation American and uncharacteristically an only child. An only child in a large, yet close and extended family, she is also the youngest of her generation, the only one to complete college, one of few to marry someone not of Italian descent, and the only one to move out of the area. Any of these qualifiers could have been the basis for a debilitating neurosis for the rest of her family. In spite of her background she is surprisingly normal, at least by my measure. Of all the influences on her while growing up I'm convinced her years at an out-of-town college had the greatest effect on making her who she is today. Thrust into an environment where there wasn't someone in the 'family' looking over her shoulder at her every move she rebelled, big time [she started rebelling in high school but family and social pressures kept a lid on it]. Joining and aggressively participating in every politically active group on campus she became a professional malcontent. You may recall this period as the sexual revolution of the 60's and the make love not war mindset of that generation. She fit right in. Bra burning, tie-died clothing and drug experimentation were de rigor. She tried not shaving her legs and armpits but gave that up after finding less enlightened men [boys?] didn't appreciate her liberation manifested that way. She came to college a virgin and left a seasoned veteran. She tried everything that the human body and libido can conceive, and came away sexually liberated with broad tastes and clearly understanding her and men's preferences. She started off wanting to become a teacher, shifted to political science and graduated with a BA in history. She claimed it gave her perspective she didn't have but intuitively felt it was needed in a more rapidly changing world. I was less philosophical. I earned a BS in economics at a different school. By now President Johnson had ramped up the US involvement in Southeast Asian politics making my being drafted and joining the war a certainty unless I took drastic action. I applied to law school and received a deferment. That's were I met the love of my life, Rosemary. She didn't agree with that assessment in the beginning. She was amused that a WASP [for those of you politically correct, that stands for white, Anglo-Saxon protestant] would be interested in a nice Italian girl like her. Of course, she had dated [and slept] with every color and stripe of ethnicity found on college campuses at the time and was not without some experience with people of my color and stripe. But, I was the first that was interested in her for more than just a fuck and her politics. She later told me she never dated someone without bedding him or her early on. From her frame of reference, sleeping with someone on a first or second date was expected. I waited and held off her advances for more than a month before fucking her. At the time she was vastly more experienced than I, and it might therefore be more appropriate to say she fucked me on that first encounter. Truth be told, she used me as her personal fuck toy for at least a month before I started asserting myself. To this day we approach our lovemaking as a test of wills to see who will prevail. When fucking others she's usually dominant. We struggled through law school together. After the first year her curriculum took her down a trial law path [read: adversarial and advocacy] while mine reflected a predisposition for detail. I became a contract lawyer. In hindsight, this was very fortuitous; we wouldn't find ourselves competing. We both graduated in the upper third of our classes. Neither of us made Law Review. We took associate positions in respectable and well established practices in our hometowns. Busy and eager to get ourselves on partnership tracks we worked ridiculous hours leaving no time to see each other, or any other for that matter. We spent a lot of time on long distance [this was before PCs and email, and text messaging], and less writing letters. The latter took too much time and we had precious little of that. While neither of us had proclaimed our love for the other we had been monogamous since starting our second year at school. [I can say with surety that I only had sex with her during that time. Rosemary made the same claim but her sexual appetite was, and is prodigious enough susch that I have often wondered just how monogamous she was back then. No matter, I knew she loved me deeply, and still does.] We never explicitly discussed having a shared future. It was just assumed we would raise a family together. No mention of marriage was ever made due to her rabid adherence to the feminist dogma of the time. Before starting the third year of school we took the obligatory trips to visit each other's parents. To a much greater degree Rosemary's parents and cousins pestered her, and to a lesser extent, me about our intentions toward each other. By this time Rosemary was the only one of her generation in her family not married with children. They dismissed our claim of never having discussed marriage. Their constant heckling drove us out of her parent's house to seek solace in her apartment before going to meet my parents. We received much the same treatment there. We left early and drove to my apartment for a few days of solitude and sexual exploration, exploration in the sense of how many organisms can one have in a 24-hour period? It was necessary to rerun the experiment several times before drawing any conclusions. Depleted and our love for each other renewed [yes, by then we talked in those terms], Rosemary flew home. Two more years passed with our struggles and separation before we confronted our lives and each other to make decisions that would profoundly affect our futures. Both our careers and relationship were too important to abandon requiring us to find a solution that could accommodate both. The solution was for me to join corporate American as in-house counsel for a moderately sized company in Rosemary's hometown where she could continue her long, upward climb to a partnership in her firm as a trial attorney. We took the opportunity this consolidation of interests provided to marry. While little changed on the outside it had a profound effect on the minutiae in our lives. Where we wouldn't have given a moment's thought deciding or doing something before we now found ourselves first reviewing it in our minds to determine if it was in both our best interests before proceeding. At one level of analysis, we were conceding control of ourselves to the other. Once realized, this didn't go down well with either of us but least of all, Rosemary. We settled in a community populated with young professionals, like ourselves. We did all the suburban yuppy [a term coined at that time] things: barbeques, weekend evening cookouts, cards [duplicate bridge was big then, probably still is], wine and cheese parties, fondue parties [it was all the rage then], and such. Occasionally several of the men would play golf or go to a professional ballgame or race leaving more women than men at the weekly gatherings. That was my first exposure to the sexual appetites of married women. On those occasions I would receive more than my share of unattached [for the evening] women's attentions. Initially flattered, my ego caused me to return their favors and before long found myself in deep shit with my wife. It was at that time that it dawned on me that she was keeping me on a close rein. I don't think she was jealous or insecure in our marriage. Rather, she didn't want us to become the object of rumors, innuendo and ridicule. She had a very public, professional reputation to maintain and wanted to avoid all possibility of scandal. There was an upside to her interventions. She was sexually insatiable for the remainder of the weekend and into the following week when my rein drew tight. After a while it dawned on me what was happening. I plead guilty to hitting on women even when their husbands were nearby just to get great sex from my wife. Being the veteran in bed, on those occasions she would roll out some rarely used tricks and tools to make sure that her sex was the hottest and most desirable around. She rarely disappointed. [Years later that I found out she would occasional go off the reservation herself during that period in our lives but only away from the neighborhood and our friends. Now older (and wiser?) I realize hers was a good strategy. I had more great sex than I could handle and she had all the sex she wanted.] After a few years living the American Dream two events changed everything. First, Rosemary was made a full partner in her firm. In the legal community she had garnered a reputation for being well prepared and taking no prisoners. She was her most comfortable in the courtroom and used it as if she was on stage. She would unabashedly use her femininity to beguile the men on the jury and her sincerity to evoke sympathy from the women. She is an attractive woman and when in battledress was extremely conservative in her presentation not wanting to alienate jury women. In short, she was formidable. Fortunately for me, her colleagues, and our friends that persona evaporated when she walked out of the courtroom. She enjoyed her new status for six months before the second event occurred. She became pregnant with our first child. She tried to live the feminist's dream of having and doing it all. She pulled it off during that pregnancy. She won every case while showing. It's hard for someone to assume an adversarial posture against a pregnant woman glowing from her condition. She had her family to help with the baby during the day and charged ahead with her career taking on assistants, paras and aspiring partner attorneys to do the legwork, and after hour's research and prep. This worked well until she became pregnant with child number two. And so it went until number three came along at which point we had to reassess our lives and the direction we wanted it to take. After much soul-searching Rosemary conceded that the family needed a stay-at-home mother. This was a momentous decision on her part. It caused her to turn away from ten years of hard work and start a new career. If that wasn't enough our home was bursting at the seams with three small children. With that realization we knew we would have to move and move soon. This started another round of considering the alternatives that was inconclusive until I came up with a novel solution [its not always Rosemary that has the good ideas]: we move to a different part of the country and start fresh with a new home, surroundings, and friends. The idea of starting with a clean sheet of paper but being older and hopefully wiser to take the greatest advantage of the opportunities it presented was very appealing. Some much so that that is what we did. To make it happen required me to get a new position. None available within my company I started an external job search. After three months an opportunity presented itself that seemed to meet all our requirements. The headhunting firm that hooked my future employer and me up did a good job negotiating on my behalf. I got a good increase in salary while moving to a part of the country where the cost of living was substantially less than where we were currently living. Being somewhat of a large fish in a small pond, I signed on as General Counsel and VP for a defense contractor that was opening a new division in the area we were to relocate to. Friends Ch. 01 Life was good. We found a large lot at the back of a cul-de-sac in a new development, near a large hill and built a 4000 square foot home on it. No one was stumbling over anyone anymore and, unless we had more children, it would meet our needs for the next fifteen years or until the kids had grown and gone. Thereafter we would have to reconsider our options but that was a long time in the future. Rosemary studied for the bar in our new state and passed [no surprise there, she's a very good attorney]. As a corporate attorney I didn't need to pass the bar but did so more to deny her holding it over my head than to meet a professional imperative. But, having done so it made my employer happy so it was a win-win for me, which brings me back to where I was before my digression on Rosemary. Friends Ch. 01 Marcus had just arrived home from his last day of school. Unofficially a college student now he hoped to enjoy this summer as much as possible. His parents weren't home though he knew they wouldn't be. They had gone up to the family cabin which they owned at a nudist resort. Yes, they were a nudist family and he grew up this way. So, being naked around his family or others had never been an issue for him. The family would also be gone all summer he would be joining them later on in the summer for about a week. Once in the house he closed the door and stripped out of his clothes. It was the #1 house rule when you're a nudist to check your clothes at the door. Marcus could never wait to get home and strip growing up a nudist made him uncomfortable in clothes. He would always wear as little as possible all the more reason he loved summers. On those really hot days he could just walk around in board shorts and a t-shirt when he went in places that required a shirt. Now naked he made his way through the house noticing some balloons on the dining room table. As he got closer he saw a box and card. He wasn't expecting them to leave him a card or gift, as he expected if we were to get anything they would give it to him when he met up with them later in the summer. It truly was a nice surprise. Picking it up he began opening the card and reading it: "Happy Birthday Marcus we know it was a week ago. As your parents we figured it'd be best to give this to you at graduation. So in the box is a key to your gift that's above the garage. Enjoy your summer. See you in a few weeks. Love, Mom & Dad" He didn't hesitate a second grabbing the box opening it he removed the key, heading for the garage. Practically leaping up the stairs two steps at a time, he usually loved the way his cock and balls bounces off his legs when he ran. Though in his excitement to see what waited for hi upstairs he hadn't even noticed. Once up the stairs he grabbed the knob and turned only to realize the door was locked. Remembering the key he opened the door standing in awe in the door way. His parents had completely renovated the upstairs of the garage into a one bedroom apartment. The garage was detached from the house and they did have some property so the neighbors weren't that close. So running out there naked had never been an issue. The property is also covered in trees which also offered some camouflage as well as privacy. He began making his way around the apartment noting all his belongings had been moved in. Something they must have did as soon as he left for school this morning, and before they left for the resort. They had stocked the kitchen with food, as well as furnishing the whole place. "Nice ass, I never get tired of looking at that view!" Startled he turned toward the door only to see Jane his best friend standing there. She was wearing a sundress that is quite visibly transparent. The dress is yellow with tropical flowers all over it but the material was thin and he could pretty much see through it when the sun hit it. Though he had seen her nude plenty of times growing up. Jane's family had also been nudists and lived just down the road. Their parents met at the resort well before either of them were born and have stayed close friends ever since. Even moving out here to the middle of nowhere and getting houses right next to one another. The idea had been they could visit one another and never have to put clothes on if traveling through the woods. Their fathers had created a trail years ago making it about a ½ mile walk between the houses. "So, you gonna invite me in?" She said giggling. "Well, since when do you need to be invited in?" "I see you got your gift what do you think?" She asked making her way toward the couches. "It's awesome, you knew?" "Yeah, your parents asked for help getting stuff you'd like to furnish it." "Sweet well thanks!" "You're welcome!" "So, are you going to leave that dress on, I am just curious why you even have it on in the first place?" "You've seen me naked so many times why the rush now?" She asked turning and walking into the apartment. Pulling the door closed behind her. "As for the dress I thought it would be inappropriate to drive over here in my new car naked, as you never know who might see." She said. "Good point." He smiled back at her. They were best friends and practically inseparable. She had seen all the changes his body went through and vice versa. Yet, they were never embarrassed about being nude in front of one another. It was usually odd if they were together and not nude, and it had also been amazing to their friends that they hadn't done anything sexual yet. As they went through this change new feelings would arise and she knew she was developing a crush on him. Though she never made any moves for fear it would ruin the good thing they had. Now at eighteen she loved his body and decided this summer she wanted to explore those feelings with him. Marcus went from short scrawny little kid, to 5' 10, shaved head and tanned athletic muscle toned body that he kept hair free. She also knew from all the guys she had seen at the nudist camp that Marcus would be considered hung. Though she grew up knowing the size never mattered, she just knew his was a perfect fit for his body. Jane was 5' 8" just a little shorter than Marcus long brown hair that extended just past her B cup breasts. She also had a nicely toned swimmers build, and a tan body that she also kept hair free. Marcus had also been aware of the changes her body had made. He also had developed feelings for Jane. Despite the fact they told each other everything, and were always open and honest with each other, neither had it in them to reveal their true feelings to one another. "Well I am a nudist so I like to be naked, but you know as well as I do that I don't like to be the only one naked. And honestly I really do enjoy looking at your body." There she said it. She didn't think she would have the guts to but decided what the hell it was time he knew. Marcus turned and looked at her still standing in the doorway. Giving her a puzzled grin he knew he had a crush on her but he never knew she felt the same way. "Really and for how long have you enjoyed this show?" He asked deciding to probe a little deeper. Sitting on the couch and patting the seat next to him. Jane hesitated then began to make her way to the couch to sit down. "If you want me to sit next to you, you need to strip. Nudist code Jane no clothes on inside the house." As he said this she pulled her dress up over her head tossing it on the floor by the door. She walked closer to him swaying her hips back and forth in a seductively teasing way. As she got to the couch she stood right next to him. Marcus looked her body up and down knowing what he did at this moment would determine how the rest of the summer went. He knew how he wanted this summer to go so before Jane could react he quickly sat back down pulling Jane down on his lap. "Is that better?" He asked with a grin stretching across his face. His muscular arms still wrapped around her body. "I... I'm speechless. How long have you been planning this mister?" She asked loving that he just made the first move and a bold one. As she could now feel his flaccid yet still impressive member pressing against the underside of her thighs. She knew this was exciting her and hoped that none of that excitement would run down her thighs and leak onto his cock. Well, not yet anyway. "Well, considering that I just found out about this apartment about 40 minutes ago..." Jane smacked his arm as they both laughed. "Ok, seriously how long have you been interested he asked her?" Jane turned and looked back at him. "Honestly, I started getting this crush on you about the time that I realized boys aren't gross. As we got older it just got stronger but I wasn't sure how you felt and I love our friendship so I didn't say or do anything. Though I decided last weekend that I wanted this summer to be different, that I have faith that no matter what happens our friendship is strong enough to get through it, also I don't trust any other guy the way I trust you." Marcus looked at her then leaned down and gave her a kiss on the forehead. As he pulled away she grabbed each side of his head and kissed him hard on the lips. Holding for a few seconds before they began to make-out. "Jane I have felt the same way for almost as long as you have. I to decided that this would be the summer that I finally made a move to see if you had the same feelings. Clearly we both had the same intentions, and I swear to you know matter what happens this summer, I will always be your best friend." With that she kissed him again. "I agree and no pressure, what happens, happens. Let's just promise to be honest with each other no matter what." Marcus nodded his head in agreement. "I promise." "So, with that out of the way and a huge weight now lifted I do have a question for you." Marcus said looking at Jane. "Go for it I am an open book, ask me anything." "Ok, last summer when my family and I had to leave the resort early because my little brother got sick. I heard a rumor you gave Jay Dumphry a hand-job by the lake. Is that true and what was it like?" Jane looked at him and dropped her jaw. "Yes, a bunch of us went swimming at the lake the last night we were there. After some swimming we were sitting around a fire and someone suggests playing truth or dare. I know I am not usually one to play, but he dared me to give him a hand-job. So, we went off into the woods were I stroked his cock. Honestly, he didn't last that long, he made me sit with him so it would seem it took longer than it did. I am sorry I never told you I was just afraid you'd be mad." Jay was a friend they knew from the community. He lived out of state so they only saw him during the summer. He was a year older than they were and always had a thing for Jane. "Why would I be mad? We are just friends your free to do what you want. Well you were free now for the rest of the summer your mine." Marcus said bear hugging her and laughing. "Oh, really I am yours. Here I had been thinking that you belonged to me. Well maybe just this belongs to me." As she said that she reached drown and grabbed his stiffening member with a firm grip. "Oh, don't start something you can't finish." "Oh, Marcus I got all summer to finish this." Laughing she gave his cock a few strokes then let it go. She then slid off his body lying across the couch and placing her feet in his lap. "So, is there anything else you've done with boys that you've been too scared to tell me?" He asked looking over at her. "No, I promise that was it. You were my first kiss just now and hopefully you will be many more firsts." With that she placed his stiff member between her feet and began to rub and stroke it. "So, what about you? Have you done any exploring with any girls? "Nope, though I don't think that would have been a problem. Especially at the resort as I got older and my body began to develop and fill a lot of those girls seemed to be throwing themselves at me whenever you weren't around. A few girls in school were interested as well, but I think they were only interested in this." He said pointing at his cock sandwiched between Janes feet. "I want someone who is interested in more than just my cock. I am aware girls like the idea of trying a big cock. But I don't want to be an experiment so some girl can see what I big cock feels like." "Well, that's good to know. Not that it would matter but I like that whatever happens we'll be experiencing it for the first time together this summer. And for the record I'm interested in more then just this." She replied stroking her feet on his still rock hard cock. "Why are you looking at me like that?" Asked Marcus. "Um... How big does it get?" Jane really was curious to know now, though she has seen them in all shapes and sizes. "Honestly I never measured it. I know I am bigger than most guys so never felt the need to compare." "Well Jay was about 5" fully hard and he was super thin. When I saw you earlier before you got hard you were def bigger than him while still flaccid. I know size isn't supposed to matter and I don't want to sound like one of those girls you despise. But, honestly I think yours is just perfect for your build." Jane said hoping that she didn't upset him. "It's okay I don't despise you as your just curious, as am I. Besides if all you were after was my cock we wouldn't be sitting here talking and just enjoying one another's company." "Soooo... true!" Thought Jane, she could really careless that he was hung and she wanted to explore more than just his cock. His cock had been the main focus of the discussion right now. "Are you enjoying my feet right now?" "Yes, that does feel quite amazing are you enjoying teasing me?" "I am enjoying keeping you in a constant state of erection. Though if I wanted to tease you I would do this..." With that Jane sat up then stood in front of him turning around to bend over giving Marcus a great view of her pussy from behind. Then spreading her legs slightly she grabbed his cock between her legs and lowered herself. Marcus thought this was it only she stopped lowering herself when the tip of his cock made contact with her wet pussy lips. Then she began teasing the tip of his cock by rubbing it against her pussy lips a few times. Also, teasing herself but she wanted this to last longer. "Not so fast big boy." With that she released his cock and ran for the door. Marcus stunned ran after her chasing her down the stairs as she made her way to the pool. She stopped by the side facing the water. He came up behind her palming both of her tight little ass cheeks giving them a little squeeze as he lifted her up and pushed her in all in one motion. "You're totally going to pay for that." She said as she resurfaced swimming toward him. Marcus laughed and as she approached the side of the pool he quickly dove in over her head. He swam away reaching the other side. As he turned around Jane was right there and before he could react her hand gripped his still hard cock in her right hand. This sent an instant chill through his body and his cock responded. "Hope you enjoyed that, and I hope you enjoy this even more." Before Marcus could respond Jane took a deep breath and went under the water. He didn't have to wonder what she had in mind for too long as soon he felt the head of his cock slip into her mouth. Her tongue began to dance around the tip of his cock. The head of his cock was large, his shaft thick, it took sometime but she managed to get past the head. She had to resurface three times while doing this but it had been amazing giving him head underwear. Marcus and Jane had both been swimmers on the school team and were always in the water. She had been sneaking peaks at him under the water for years. After watching several porn sites and seeing lots of pic and videos of people doing things in pools she couldn't wait to do this. On her third trip down it wasn't long when she felt his cock begin to pulse. She knew this meant he was getting close so she sucked hard and stroked faster. Then just as she pushed his cock a little deeper Jane felt the first blast of cum into her mouth. She stroked him for as long as she could feeling about 5 spurts, he was still shoots when she needed to go up for air swallowing his load on the way up and realized she like it. "So..." Before she could say anything Marcus pulled her in for a super hard passionate kiss. He even got a taste of his own cum which didn't bother him at all. "No need to say anything that was freaking amazing." He said kissing her again reaching down and gripping her ass pulling her close. His softening cock now bobbing in the water between them. To be Continued... Friends Ch. 01 Steve moved his hand slowly, too slowly for either of them, but he wanted to tease her, just like he had always said he would. When he reached her navel, she moved one leg up and over his, opening herself to him. His fingers moved over the flimsy fabric of her panties, surprised at how wet she was already. Amy moaned again at his touch, making Steve smile even as he kissed her neck. He moved his fingers ever so slowly underneath the elastic of her thong, the heat from her slit intense. Steve was a little surprised to find her completely smooth and wondered if she had planned on something happening. "Steve," Amy moaned, stretching his name out in a mix of agony and lust. His fingers were strong but delicate as they played with her. She sucked in a breath when he slipped one the length of her lips, only to let it out in a whimper when he didn't push into her. She tried pushing herself onto him, but he always teased away from her. Amy rolled over then, lying flat on her back. She looked at him for a long moment. His hazel eyes were sparkling in the autumn moonlight, and they were more intense than normal. His light brown hair looked darker in the night, even with the moon shining on it. Steve looked into Amy's brown eyes, bright in the moonlight, moving his hand to brush away an errant strand of hair from her gorgeous face. The moonlight cast shadows over her sharp features, and Steve knew even one night was worth a thousand without her. Steve finally slid his middle finger inside her, gliding in easily until there was no more room. He watched her face light up with his entry, turning him on even more. He leaned forward then, surprised when she reached out and grabbed his head, pulling her to him with some force. Their mouths met in an intense exchange, pressing against each other with passion. Amy was nearly out of control, almost attacking Steve with her lips and tongue. Steve quickly recovered, matching her stride for stride. Steve sped up his fingering of her, and quickly slipped his index finger into her. Amy pushed Steve away slightly when she felt a second finger, gasping at the sudden pleasure. She stared up into his face, her face a mask of intensity as she already felt an orgasm approaching. She started to grind her hips into Steve's hand, urging him to fingerbang her harder. She had to resist the urge to grab his hand and do it with him, but she was sure she'd only slow him down. Then she felt his thumb rub her clit and she nearly exploded. It was only a second or two of contact, but with how close she had been, that had been enough. She closed her eyes and arched her back, grabbing her tits in her hands, bucking against Steve's hand as she came hard. She thought she might have been saying something, but to her, her voice was just wordless moans and groans until the explosion of euphoria began to subside. She opened her eyes to see Steve still looking down at her while his fingers slowly brought her down. She reached out and brought his mouth down to hers again. Steve broke the kiss eventually, finally pulling out of her and started to get off the bed. "Where are you going?" Amy asked, still a little out of breath. "To get you a glass of water." Amy watched him walk away, a flood of emotions as intense as her orgasm washing over him. She'd never had a guy do something like that for her, at least in the middle of things. Every guy she'd known would wait until she'd returned the favor. As Steve walked back to her, she could clearly make out the outline of his erection through his black mesh shorts. Just the sight of him made her blood begin flowing again. She hoped the night was far from over. Friends Ch. 02 "Let it not turn blue, Please let it not turn blue," I had been praying this way for the past ten minutes. My eyes were screwed up tight and I dared not look. The kitchen timer that I had brought along with me finally rang out and I opened my eyes and nearly threw up. It was blue. "Candice, what does it say?" Jesse called from the other side of the door. I looked at the closed door in shock and suddenly couldn't find the words to say anything. I opened the door and stared at him. "Hey papa," I whispered. "No way," he whispered back. "Are you sure? I mean absolutely positive?" "As positive as this test in my hand," I waved it for emphasis. I knew exactly when this had happened too. Jesse and I had been celebrating his graduation and MBA from Washington University. It turns out that the soul shattering sex that night was also potentially life shattering as well. "We should get married," he said after a dozen heartbeats. "Married? How about we get used to the idea of having a baby, okay?" I sank into his arms and sighed heavily. A baby? What the hell was I going to do with a baby? Suddenly a sob rocked my body and I sank to my knees. I was scared shitless and I didn't know the words to use to let Jesse know. I'm just 22 years old, I'm barely out of childhood myself! Jesse scooped me up and carried me to the bed and held me while I babbled about being a baby. When I finally stopped my running monologue he kissed my forehead and wiped my tears with the front of his shirt. "You'll me a great mom, but Candice, if that isn't the path you want to choose..." he gulped and then whispered, "I understand. And I'll stand by your decision, no matter what." "Jesse," I whispered with a shake of my head. "I would never do that to you. I'm sorry, but you're stuck with me—us--for the rest of your life." "You don't know how happy you just made me!" he shouted happily. He squeezed me and then rolled me over onto my back. "Hey baby!" he said as he bent to my still flat stomach. "Did you know you have the world's sexiest mama?" He lifted my shirt and gave my belly a series of kisses until he reached my breasts. He touched one of my nipples gently and then brushed his lips over the taut, rigid peak. I wriggled a little under his touch. My breasts were extremely sensitive and the combination of pain and pleasure was unsettling. "God you are so sexy." Jesse moaned. "Just wait a few months until I'm huge and fat," I started to say, but then I let out a loud gasp, Jesse had pulled my nipple into his mouth and was sucking while he tried to get my shorts off. "Maybe we should wait until I go to the doctor." I said as I reached for my shorts. "I don't think I can wait that long," he moved my hand to his crotch and my eyes widened. We had been together for a little over a year now and I had never felt him this aroused. "Just one little stroke?" he pleaded. His fingers moved to the triangle of hair between my legs and found my clit. He massaged and rubbed with his fingers until I finally relented and cried out for him to be inside of me. Instead of honoring my wishes, he took his time undressing me then himself, and then he kissed and licked every inch of my body, paying extra careful attention to my tummy. He smoothed my skin with his hands and kissed the space between my belly button and my pubic hair, then he buried his face in my pussy and kissed and sucked on me until I came all over his face. Jesse lifted his face and gave he a rather bawdy smile then he climbed over me and in a quick, fluid motion he was inside of me. Our bodies found a perfect rhythm and in just a few minutes I was right on the edge of an orgasm. "That's it cum for me," Jesse urged as my pussy gripped his member. I cried out in pleasure and screamed out when he took a nipple into his mouth and continued to fuck me senseless. I clawed wildly at his skinny ass and pulled the length of him into me as another beautiful climax rolled through me; then with a little yelp, Jesse suddenly tensed and then I felt his hot cum bathe the inside of my pussy in spurt after spurt of pent up pleasure. The sound of our breathing and then the purring of our cat, Fran, finally brought me out of my afterglow haze and I smiled dreamily at him. "What got you so frisky?" I asked finally. Jesse's finger circled my areola and then he gently tweaked the nipple. I shivered with yearning. I took a quick peek and saw that he was already semi hard again! "I've always wanted to do it with a MILF," he said with more than a little passion. "It's every young man's dream, you know." "A MILF? Me?" He was nuzzling my neck and my body became aroused again. "Of course you. Shit, woman, do you know how manly I feel?" He laughed and kissed my mouth. "You have my baby inside of you. I'm a stud now!" "Okay, Stud, we have to figure out how we are going to have this baby." "I was going to tell you this over dinner tonight, but now's as good a time as any." He snuggled into me and I breathed in his scent. "I got a job offer this morning, and it's a great job. Complete with insurance benefits, a 401K, and $70,000." He rubbed his hard cock along the side of my leg. All these weeks of interviews had finally paid off. "Really?" I drawled. I was in heaven though I hardly heard a word he was saying. "Marry me, Candice." He lifted himself up onto his elbow and kissed me. "I was going to wait until dinner to talk about this too; this seem a little more urgent now." He gave me nibbly little kisses on the corner of my mouth and then kissed me deeply. "The kicker of the whole thing is that we have to move to Las Vegas." "Vegas?" I sat up, bumping heads painfully with him. I rubbed the sore spot on my forehead and stared at him. "Vegas?" I repeated. "It's the opportunity of a lifetime, Can. Say you'll go with me. I can't live without you. I haven't for five years, and I won't start now. But if you say no I'll figure something else out." "Are you kidding? I'd follow you anywhere, Jess. I just have to figure out how to plan a wedding, find a doctor, and learn to cook in the space of a few weeks." "So you'll marry me?" He gave me the look that always makes my heart melt in spite of myself. "I can't imagine my life without you." I ran a hand over my belly and smiled. "This is happening so suddenly." "If you count our friendship, it really isn't." he pointed out. "Touché," said as I climbed over him. His grin slipped a little as I slid him into my pussy slowly. "Take the job. I'll go wherever you go." I whispered. "You don't have a choice, I'm so pussy-whipped I'd follow you anywhere." We laughed together until we got caught up in our lovemaking, and then when we had cum for the last time I gave him a kiss and lay next to my fiancé and fell into a deep sleep and dreamed about him and the direction our lives were about to take. Friends Ch. 02 She sat up near the edge of the bed, taking the glass of water from him. As she drank it, she admired his body again – the outline of his muscles, his wide shoulders and powerful arms. Steve had never been big into weightlifting, so his body wasn't excessive, but it was trim and fit and she could see the strength there. At the same time, Steve was admiring the view of Amy. Her tank top was tight, but her breasts still pushed out enough he had a pretty good view down her top. He couldn't even count how many times he had looked down one of her tops, but this time it was more exciting since he was sure it would come off soon. Amy finished drinking, noticing Steve staring at her. She'd caught him countless times, most of them without letting him know. He had never been sleazy about it so she'd never minded. Now, she found herself enjoying the attention immensely. She kneeled up on the bed, handing the glass back to Steve. When he turned to put it on the nightstand, Amy began lightly tracing the outline of his muscles, working from his shoulders down. "Were you looking at anything in particular?" she asked, giving him her best "car salesman" voice. "As a matter of fact, yes. I've been keeping my eye on something for a long time now. Something I've dreamed about since I was a teenager." "Something sporty?" Amy inched forward on the bed, the sexual tension already rising rapidly again. "Sporty is good. Something sleek and sexy, that can go fast but that can go for hours too." Steve couldn't help but smile now, even more so when Amy broke out in a huge grin as well. "I think I have just what you want," Amy said, taking her hands from Steve's body and hooking them under her tank top. She lifted the shirt over head smoothly, her hair spilling over one shoulder. "Will this do?" "Do? More like my dream car," Steve said, the smile gone from his face, replaced by excitement. He reached out and cupped each breast in his hands, really feeling for the first time Amy's amazing chest. Her breasts were perfect for her body – large for her frame, but not out of proportion. Still just as perky as they must've been in high school, Steve lightly massaged each soft breast slowly. Amy let out a long quiet sigh as Steve delicately fondled her chest. She loved having her breasts touched and toyed with, and Steve's large hands seemed to fit her perfectly. He was soft and gently, not grabbing and groping like a lot of guys. She was getting aroused again, but she'd already had her turn. She ran her hands down from his shoulders, moving to his stomach and then down. Kneeling on the bed, she was well below Steve, which put his groin at the perfect height for her hands. With one, she pulled back the elastic of Steve's shorts, sliding the other one down over his skin, her fingers teasing through the few curls of hair he had. "Trimmed?" she asked, looking up a little surprised. "For your convenience," Steve answered, his heart hammering in his chest again. Amy's hands were soft and delicate, cool against his warm skin. Finally, he felt her small hand wrap lightly around his swollen shaft, gripping him right at the base. It was his turn to let out a low sigh as her hand lightly traced its way up the length of him. "Steve..." Amy said, again looking up in surprise. "What?" "Steve...you're rather...impressive," Amy answered, her genuine appreciation obvious. "I tried to tell you..." he joked to her. "It's not my fault you're the last to know." "True, true. I'm just glad I finally did find out." Amy briefly took her hands away to slide Steve's shorts out and over his turgid erection, letting them drop to the floor. For a brief second, she felt a little stranger having her best friend standing before her, completely naked, with a huge hard-on. Then she looked at the hard-on, and all awkwardness was replaced. Steve was not truly huge, and in fact Amy had been with one or two guys that were probably more impressive. But he was still a good seven inches or so, and very, very thick. It all worked out for Amy, because she liked thick over long anyway, and Steve had both. He was going to feel incredible inside her. But she wasn't going to rush that, just like she knew hadn't rushed things with her minutes ago. Part of their flirting had always been teasing, as in, how much agony they'd put each other through before giving in. Which was exactly what Amy had planned. Steve's arms hung down at his sides as Amy once again took hold of his hard manhood. She stroked him slow and soft, her hand barely touching him, watching his face. It was the softest, slowest handjob Steve had ever gotten, and far and away the most erotic. His shaft was standing nearly vertical he was so hard. And she was barely doing anything! he thought. Steve bent down and kissed her, their mouths matching her hand. The kiss was soft and subtle, but incredibly intense. It only served to turn on Steve more as he felt her tongue in his mouth and thought about feeling it on his prick. He pulled away, sighing out her name as he did. Amy bent down slightly, kissing Steve's chest. She moved to the side, lightly kissing one of his nipples, unsure if he liked that or not. She kissed him again, this time licking his nipple in her mouth. When she felt one of his hands settle on the back of her head, she figured he wouldn't mind if she kept going. She moved to the other nipple, continuing to lick and tease him. She kept stroking him, letting her hand relax around his shaft a little, and getting a better grip on him. She could feel his veins now, and nearly every contour of his prick. He felt good in her hand, thick and heavy with excitement. And how hard! He was like a rock in her hand. She quickly thought of something else he might like, just to see if he could get any harder. Steve was a little disappointed when Amy stopped kissing his chest. He'd never had a woman do that to him, and he found he liked it. But he soon forgot that when she grabbed his loosely hanging hand and brought it up to her mouth. He knew immediately what she was going to do, but that did nothing to diminish the eroticism. She opened her mouth slightly and took in his extended index finger. Her tongue immediately curled around it and she started to move her head back and forth. Steve thought he might lose it just then, having Amy stroking him while simulating a blowjob he'd dreamed about for years. "Amy," Steve said, urgency plain in his voice. "Yes?" she asked, as if she didn't know what was happening. She looked up at him, an evil little grin on her face when she saw the look on his face. "Was there something else you'd like me to suck on?" "Only for the better part of a decade," Steve managed to joke. "Well, I suppose if you've waited that long, you can wait a little longer," she said, laughing at Steve's immediate groan of agony. "Alright, fine you big baby," she scolded. Amy started kissing Steve's upper chest before slowly moving downward. She paused only briefly at his nipples again before continuing. Instead of trying to contort herself awkwardly while she bent down, she started to scoot farther onto the bed as her mouth moved down Steve's flat stomach. She finally let go of Steve's prick completely when she was on all fours, her chin barely above his vertical erection. Steve was staring intently down at the top of Amy's head, something he'd wanted to see for a very long time. He knew she was so close to him, but then she moved slightly off to the side and started kissing around his waiting sex. She looked up at him with those beautiful eyes, mischief flashing over her face. It was incredibly sensual, so Steve continued to wait. She kissed down the right side of his lower torso, her face drawing even with his shaft. He felt her right hand slide up his left thigh until she started gently massaging his balls. She kept playing with his sack, moving her face right in front of his raging hard-on, but not moving forward. "Goddamn that feels good Amy," he said. "So you like having your balls played with?" she asked coyly. "What can I say, you have good hands," Steve came back. With that, he felt her hand move from his sack to his shaft. She started to stroke him off again, firmer now but still keeping him upright and started to kiss his balls. Her lips were light but incredibly soft, her gorgeous face partially obscured by his thickness. He felt her tongue lightly lick him before she started to kiss her way up his shaft. Amy watched Steve's face as she got closer to his head, intent on the subtle change as she got closer. He was obviously breathing harder, his chest rising and falling rapidly. She couldn't help but smile up at him, feeling a little giddy that he responded so intensely to her. Plus, she knew he liked eye contact and the smile would only turn him on more. She finally kissed the tip of his cock lightly, letting her lips just barely rest on his sensitive skin. She teased him, acting as if she was going to take him into her mouth, only to take him back out. She used her tongue to lightly lick him, waiting for him to break down. "You are so evil," Steve finally told her, even as he smiled down at her. "But you love it," she said, smiling brightly up at him. "So, do you want me to keep jerking you off while I suck your dick, or do you prefer hands-free?" she asked casually. "Surprise me," Steve said, feeling his balls already tightening. He wasn't going to last long, he knew that for sure. It had been awhile since he'd been with anyone, and now to break the dry spell he was getting a blowjob from his best friend, who just happened to be the main focus of his sexual fantasies since puberty. Amy let go of Steve's base, propping herself up on both arms. She stopped looking at Steve for the moment, focusing on his swollen member instead. She liked how it looked, how his shaft grew thicker after his head. It looked like a cock that was made to fuck pussies, a thought that only made her more excited. Steve was watching Amy intently of course, waiting to feel her mouth engulf his aching need. He wasn't sure if she was just teasing him more, but she was just looking at his dick. Finally, her head moved forward until he could only see the top of her head. An instant later he felt the heat of her mouth rapidly approach and swallow his head. Steve instinctively took a deep breath as adrenaline rushed through his blood, Amy's hot wet mouth holding him inside. Slowly, Steve felt Amy lower her head down, her mouth taking in as much of his throbbing dick as she could handle before moving back up. Her pace was slow to start, which he appreciated since he would've lost it otherwise. Even as it was, he had to focus on anything else besides how unbelievable Amy's mouth felt. Amy worked slowly and methodically, occasionally taking Steve out of her mouth so he would last longer. She could tell when she needed to by his breathing, when he would take short and shallow breaths. Then she would softly kiss his shaft until his breathing settled before sucking up and down his length again. Amy herself was enjoying herself. Like any part of sex, but especially with blowjobs, Amy's pleasure depended in large part with the guy she was with. If she didn't really like someone and it was just about sex, she'd give a quick blowjob, or handjob if she could, before fucking him and kicking him out. If she really liked a guy then she was willing to do just about anything, and would have fun doing it even if it wasn't "for her." Like Steve right now. She could blow him until she got too tired, which she knew wouldn't be as long as normal since he was so thick. But she got off just knowing he was getting off. And from his breathing, he was getting close again. When Steve felt Amy take his prick out of her mouth again, he took the opportunity to admire her body perched in front of him. For some reason, he'd always imagined fucking her from behind, and she was giving him good reason to continue that fantasy. She was in a perfect position for it, except she was sucking him off instead of fucking him. But he knew he'd lose it as soon as he was inside her with how close he already was. Steve felt a little disappointed for a moment, but quickly forgot about that when Amy's soft lips once again wrapped around his shaft, leading her hot mouth onto him. It was all just too much for Steve and he quickly grew impatient. He reached out and lightly rested a hand on the top of Amy's head, following her rhythm. He gently pushed down a little, until Amy went with the pressure. She was now sliding her head horizontally, and had to use one hand to hold Steve's rigid dick out from his body. Steve knew that he wouldn't last long with Amy looking up at him, which he was sure she knew he liked. Amy of course looked up at Steve right away, wondering what he wanted. As soon as she saw the look of quiet insistence on his face she knew exactly what he wanted. Which was fine with her, since her jaw was just starting to feel a little tired. But she had to admit, she was impressed with how long he'd lasted – she knew he hadn't been with anyone for awhile. Steve watched Amy's face intently as she worked, even sensing the moment she realized he wanted release. As soon as she figured it out, she sped up her motions and he felt her increase her suction on his dick. His breathing quickened and he felt all of his energy begin to focus deep within him. "Make me cum," Steve said down to Amy. Without hesitation, Amy began to obey. She loved it when guys talked back to her. She gripped his shaft harder, and started sucking on Steve powerfully. She pressed her tongue against the underside of his shaft, massaging him in pace with her mouth and hand. "Oh god Amy, yes, just like that," Steve said, feeling the orgasm building rapidly. He looked down to watch her work, slurping sounds starting from her speed. He felt the suction increase suddenly while her hand gripped him hard, still jerking and bobbing on his aching dick. He could see, and feel, her cheeks sucked in around his shaft as she sucked him. Amy knew he was moments away, and she quickly wondered how much he would cum and what it would taste like. At the thought, she actually felt herself salivate, which was definitely a first. She started to feel like she wanted Steve to cum more than he did. Without thinking about it, Amy started moaning in her own anticipation. As soon as Steve heard Amy begin moaning, he lost it. The climax shot out of him like a sprinter out of the box. Steve sucked in a hard breath, closing his eyes as he dropped his head back and began cumming into Amy's mouth. Since he hadn't been with a woman in a few months, and with all the build-up of the night, his load seemed bigger than normal, even to him. Steve tried to keep his hips as still as possible, letting Amy work her magic, but he couldn't stand completely still. With every shot of semen, Steve would grunt and push his hips into Amy, forcing his cock just a little deeper. Steve felt her swallow once, her tongue pushing against his shaft, and then twice before his climax began to recede. The last few shots were barely more than dribbles, and Steve felt some of his hot seed dripping down his shaft, where Amy would use it to stroke him. Steve began to catch his breath as he watched Amy stop moving her head, keeping only his tip in her mouth. Amy was using her tongue to gently massage Steve's head, making his body convulse with every lick as she gazed up at him. "Fuck Amy," Steve said breathlessly, "that was unbelievable." Amy smiled up at Steve, his prick still in her mouth for a moment before taking Steve out of her mouth, still stroking him. She smiled up at him, surprised at how pleased she was. What was more, she was shocked to find that she really liked having Steve like this. "What are friends for?" she asked. She knew some guys thought kissing a girl after she swallowed was gross, but she thought Steve would be a little more enlightened. She kissed up his torso, feeling him shudder when she reached his neck. She paused then, looking at him for a moment, before stretching up to kiss him. She had been right about Steve; he didn't hesitate to kiss her back. Amy pulled away from Steve, a look on her face that hadn't been there for quite some time. She hoped Steve didn't notice, and she quickly put her head on his chest. She felt his long arms wrap around her, hugging her tightly to his chest. She could hear his heart beating rapidly in his chest as he continued to settle down. She felt completely comfortable with Steve, but she suddenly felt something more for him. Friends Ch. 02 Ch. 2 The Setup Of the six couples that made up our clique, two were the parents of two of our children's best friends. Not surprisingly, we were repeatedly bumping into them at school and after-school activities. We soon became friends and over time, very good friends. The other three couples had children older and younger than ours but we found each other in neighborhood activities. We all were like-minded and as time and events bore out, we enjoyed each other's company immensely. Unable to wait for the irregularly scheduled grand gatherings we began a familiar routine: every weekend we were at one or another's home playing cards, having pool parties, the wives concocting an elaborate meal, barhopping, eating out, etc. until we hit on themes. Themed evenings were scheduled once a month. By that time Rosemary had served the medieval dinner and we used it as a point of departure. Next came a fancy French meal, followed by meals structured around different cuisines. When it came time for a Roman-inspired dinner the host and hostess specified that we wear clothing appropriate to the era. Without much imagination everyone showed up in togas. Not technically the correct garb [the Greeks wore togas] but the wives worked it out beforehand. The most flirtatious of the wives had an attractive figure and she took advantage of it to wear her toga without a bra. To push the envelope further she arranged the toga to have a cowl neckline that hung open below her cleavage. Topping things off was the fabric's ends meeting vertically down her right thigh. Holding it all together was an ornate tasseled, curtain tie rope around her waist. To take best advantage of the overall effect, she made it with semi-transparent fabric barely hiding her areola. It didn't disguise the location and prominence of her nipples. This was before the thong, and going without panties being too blatant she wore high-rise French cut bottoms. With the toga's dramatic side opening their waistband above and top of the leg hole on her hip below occasionally flashed. It had an electrifying effect on the rest of us. So as not to stand out too much, she made a toga for her husband using the same material and design cues. It was pretty racy by our informal group's standards but well within the permissiveness of the day. Carol, always the flirt took every opportunity to flash her skin: bending over a lot, crossing and uncrossing her legs a lot, and first turning and then moving her legs one at a time getting in and out of her chair. The overall effect was transformational on the group. No one was offended especially the wives, Carol's husband Bill could hardly move without displaying the color [white] and type underwear he wore [briefs] that evening. He hadn't yet gone to paunch so his half-revealed chest was nicely shaped and defined. Neither was exhibiting more skin than was on display at any of our pool parties but in the evening when everyone but them was not on display it had a profound effect on us. Thereafter the wives having greater opportunity than their husbands showed more and more skin and acted more and more provocatively. Always enjoying the group's gatherings I now looked forward to them, Rosemary, as well. My curiosity lay with wondering what the women would do next. Rosemary's lay with how the husbands would react. By this time the women collaborated on the themes, festivities and dress. As time wore on a self-imposed need for more outrageous behavior caused them to set up their husbands. Some were more liberated than others and quickly adopted Carol's forwardness while others lagged behind but nevertheless, followed. The women were having fun pushing how scandalous they could become without becoming scandalous. The men were in seventh heaven. Due to the nature of work it was not uncommon for a husband to be out of town on business or receiving training. Similarly, wives would occasionally fly home with the kids to visit families. This would cause the numbers to be unbalanced when we got together, more men than women, or vice versa. What was less common occurred when there were double or more absences causing men and women to be without their partners. When this happened it was natural that the odd man and woman would become a pseudo couple for the evening. This allowed them to spend more time with one another than usual. When this happened it was, for the most part, innocent and nothing untoward happened. But, every now and then alcohol and circumstances would conspire to encourage more than casual intimacy. This was most likely to occur when unattached husbands were singled out by the wives as targets of opportunity to see how much they could get away with. In these circumstances the unattached wife would be urged and prodded to hit on him. And, sometimes their plans would result in a greater reward than originally intended. When this happened the miss-matched couple would excuse themselves from the party early, or simply leave together at the end of the evening. It didn't take much imagination or snooping to find out what happened; the women kept few secrets from one another. As they are wont to do, the wives frequently and freely discuss their private lives with their friends. To what purpose I'm not sure. Maybe it's cathartic, maybe it's a need to scintillate friends' imaginations, maybe it's to brag, but whatever it is, they do talk a lot and leave precious little to the imagination. It was this set of circumstances that caused me to cheat on my wife but, unknown to me at the time, with her full knowledge, approval and heavy involvement in the planning that led to my downfall. Apparently, I was the last husband in the group to fall from grace. As I was to learn later, my fall included participation of the husbands. They couldn't let one of their number hold out, voluntarily or otherwise, without him casting questions on their own behavior. So, I was set up by all my friends. Bill was going to be out of town for more than a week and Rosemary was taking the kids to visit the grandparents, aunts, uncles and cousins for their semi-annual indoctrination in Italian customs, food and folk lore. Being the woman she is she also took the kids to spend time with my family for similar indoctrination into the ways of my ancestry. This meant that Carol, the flirt, and I would attend the weekly bash alone together. Carol came dressed and made up to kill. She could always be counted on to do this but on this evening she set a new standard for seduction. She arrived after me, making the grand entrance as was her style and latched on for the evening. Everything I said was either fascinating or outrageously funny. It seemed that much of what she had to say had to be whispered in my ear. To do this required that she hold my arm to her chest, and lean into me as she breathed her revelation into my ear. Two things immediately came to mind every time she did this: 1) she wasn't wearing a bra and didn't her breast feel nice rubbing my arm, and 2) her perfume was intoxicating. She was going through her drinks like water [I found out later that as I left to get her another glass of wine a husband or wife would relieve her of her half empty glass]. I was drinking scotch one for one and so, felt the alcohol's effect more quickly and profoundly than she, just as they planned. Dinner was very good, at least I recall it as such. Carol was seated across from me and showered me with smoldering looks throughout. It helped that the hosts chose to use candles that evening to create a more intimate environment. Intimate, indeed. Carol was not too subtly playing footsy with me from first through last course. Afterward someone suggested we dance a bit before retiring to play cards. Everyone paired up with their spouse leaving Carol and me to partner. Slow music was playing while Carol was playing. She had both arms around my neck, her chest mashed against mine, and her pussy rubbing on my thigh [or was my thigh rubbing her pussy?]. Regardless, we were as intimate as could be without penetration. She would occasionally lift her head off my shoulder to breathe another profundity in my ear but this time punctuated it with a brief kiss on the cheek or earlobe followed by her lips brushing mine before settling back into her default position draped all over me. What does a man do with his hands when a beautiful woman is completely within his personal space? I'll tell you what I did, I let them fall naturally on her backside. In this case they landed below her waist. As we moved to the music Carol swayed under me and it was then that I found she wasn't wearing any panties, either. There's only one thing to do under these circumstances – you grab onto the cheeks of your partner's ass as you slide her dress up and pull her into you until your dick is nestled in her pussy. Sensing no resistance we got to know one another quite well while dancing. A full, intimate kiss would have been inappropriate in front of our friends so that is how we left it, a full body caress until it was time to come up for air and move on to the evening's festivities. Carol and I partnered in the card games that followed until we were eliminated. Faced with the choice of sitting down and having a deep meaningful conversation while the others played on, provocatively dancing without consummation, or excusing ourselves after an early evening. We chose the latter. As we walked out the door Carol turned and asked, "Your place or mine?" Not, 'would you like to stop by for a drink or coffee,' but "Your place or mine?" Her intent was pretty clear and I was receptive to it. I responded with, "What about your kids?" "Oh, don't worry about them, they're all at sleepovers with friends. We don't have to worry about them until sometime tomorrow." Things were getting less and less complicated. Rosemary had told me earlier that she wouldn't be calling that evening but would be calling sometime tomorrow night [something she had previously arranged with Carol]. "Your place." My thought process was that Carol would be more comfortable in her own home. As I was to find out over the years, Carol would be comfortable anywhere, anytime. But, back then I didn't know better and thought I was taking charge of the situation when in reality Carol, Rosemary and the rest were playing me like a fiddle. As I recall there wasn't much of a moon that evening. Regardless, we walked down the road verbally sparring to move along the inevitability of our pending intimacy. When we arrived at her home I could hardly wait to shed my clothes and take the evening to the next level. Carol, the more experienced seducer practitioner of us, demurred to raise my arousal to even higher levels. Sitting me on her couch she turned on just enough lights for me not to stumble over the furniture. Next came the music and then the drink. Excusing herself to get out of her 'naughty little dress' and into something 'less provocative' [oh, she was a pro alright] Carol returned in a spaghetti-strapped nightgown that came to mid-thigh with a lace bodice. She wore a dressing gown over it but had forgotten to tie it off. Pouring a glass of wine she sat next to me at arm's length. Turning toward me she put her free hand on the back of the couch and let it rest on my neck. Idly caressing my neck and then using the back of her hand she rubbed my cheek completing her gesture by rubbing my earlobe between her thumb and forefinger, all the while reminiscing about the evening and how much she enjoyed our dancing, so much so that she wanted to do it, again. We stood and assumed our least intimate position. Within half a dozen steps we had made the transition to our most intimate. Shortly after that I was gripping and releasing the cheeks of her ass. Before long my hands had slipped inside her dressing gown and had the nightgown's hem above my hands enjoying her derriere's cool soft flesh firsthand. While I was exploring her backside Carol was cooing and mewling. She used her hands to hold me as she kissed me, first, a quick kiss on the lips before moving to my cheeks and then my earlobe. Kissing and sucking my earlobe, her exhales worked their way into my ear. She got the response she sought, she could hear my breathing deepen and grow raspy. With increasing urgency she kissed me on the lips again only this time pushing her tongue into my mouth. Exchanging body fluids and urgently sounding for more Carol pulled back and breathlessly asked if wouldn't it be better if we adjourned to her bed. Well, of course it would. Arriving in her bedroom she kicked off her slippers and dropped her dressing gown where she stood. Advancing on me, she helped me out of my clothing. "Here you are!" she whispered as she took my dick in her hands and kissed its head. "I'll have more of you in just a minute. Now, sit on the bed and I'll get the rest off." After removing my socks and shoes she pulled my pants and shorts off. As she rose to her feet she pushed me back and climbed on the bed straddling me. Resting back on her haunches she pulled her nightgown up to reveal her pussy. It was shaved and baldly staring at me [this was long before shaved or trimmed female genitalia were in fashion; Carol was always ahead of her time] as my dick rode up the crack of her ass. "Oh, I've been waiting a long time for this. You're a sexy attractive man and tonight you're mine." Things were going better than I thought they would. At this time I still thought I was in charge. Carol started her slow descent from my lips to my groin, nibbling and kissing every step of the way. As she did she was rubbing her pussy and tits on me in a up and down, using a swaying motion to keep me interested every step of the way but most importantly in anticipation of what she would do once she arrived at my dick. Initially, I fondled her tits, pinching and twisting her nipples through her nightgown before they disappeared out of reach at which point I held her in my hands and massaged the back of her head and neck. When her lips reached my groin she paused in her progress to stop, and push her nose and lips into my pubic hair, inhaling deeply to capture my scent. To this point her hands had been at my sides but now she shifted them to my chest and slowly ran them through my hair until she reached my nipples. Pinching and pulling them she briefly brought her head up and gently bit each before returning to her primary objective. At long last she returned to my dick, where this all started when she undressed me. Ignoring its head she spent a lot of time licking and kissing everything else. As she worked herself down its length she approached my scrotum and kept on going until she took one then the other in her mouth. Gently biting them until she got a reaction out of me she backed off and massaged them with her hands. "God, I love these things!" she said as she discovered everything there was to know about my balls. Holding them with one hand and grabbing my cock in the other she held me up as she licked the underside, slowly moving to its head. Once there she skinned me back and holding me steady she first kissed and then drove her tongue into my urethra. This was particularly enjoyable and caused me to jump in reflex. Laughing, she dove down taking as much as of my dick as she could before lodging it against the back of her mouth at her throat's opening. Pausing a moment and taking a deep breath she pushed against her throat, relaxed and took me further into her throat. [This was the Linda Lovelace and Deep Throat era. Recall that she appeared on Johnny Carson's Late Show and explained her technique. Apparently, Carol had seen it and took her instruction seriously.] Using her lips and teeth she pulled me all the way in until she was hard against my pubic bone. Unable to go any further [I had nothing more to give] she paused and took another deep breath savoring my musky scent once again. Then slowly, ever so slowly she withdrew my dick from her mouth licking its underside all the while until it cleared her lips. At that point she started a very animated routine to bring me just short of ejaculating. Noticing the precum oozing out of me she paused and sat back on her haunches holding my dick in one hand. With the other she picked off the precum with the tips of her fingers and brought them to her lips. Tasting me she smiled and while looking in my eyes said, "You're delicious. Oh, I'm going to enjoy you. Who would have thought you would taste so good. I can't wait for the real thing later on." Swallowing my fluid she stretched out next to me wrapping her leg and arm around me. With a deep passionate kiss with the tongue action again she made sure I tasted myself. [With what little remained in her mouth mixed with her saliva I couldn't tell the difference.] Snuggling for just a moment she offered one of her breasts to suckle. She had a body that matched her appetite. Nicely defined, her breasts were larger than a mouthful that allowed me to fondle them while taking her nipple and areola into my mouth. Her nipples already hard her areola grew hard and pebbly as she squirmed under my attention. While I was attending her breasts she was gently stroking her clitoris and pussy lips, occasionally sticking her fingers into her vagina to excite her g-spot. Her hips were slowly rotating in rhythm to her and my actions. Working my way down to her abdomen I paused to savor the real estate between her pussy and belly button. This is my favorite part of the female anatomy. It is their most vulnerable spot. I'm sure there is some primordial reason for its attractiveness. Maybe it's the fact that that's where most of their organs lay. Maybe it's because their reproduction system lies beneath. Maybe it's the definition of the abdominal wall muscle as it descends to their groin in a "V" suggesting their genitals are the focus of their strength. Like I said, I don't know what draws me to it but I spent a lot of time there pushing into her softness and sweetness with my lips. Intoxicated I moved to her mons and enjoyed the bare fleshiness of her pussy. Using my tongue I teased her clitoris and surrounding lips. Her reaction told me that I was giving her a lot of pleasure from which I was deriving my own pleasure. As her pleasure increased and the urgency of her pending orgasm consumed her I quickly licked and teased her vaginal opening, and then backed away replacing my mouth with my fingers. Carol's movements were becoming more violent as I found her g-spot and tormented her further. She couldn't take anymore of my play and began demanding I fuck her and fuck her right away. "Fuck me, Johnny. Oh, fuck me, now." I straightened up on my haunches and grabbed her legs behind her knees and rolled forward. As I rolled she reached down and grabbing my cock centered me at her pussy. "Now, goddamn it." I pushed into her. Well lubricated from our attention her pussy took me easily. Expecting some resistance instead I quickly found myself pushing against her cervix before our pubic bones met. Her hips were eagerly rotating and slamming into me before I took my first pump. As we synchronized ourselves I whispered, "That's it, Baby. That's right. Come on. I want you to feel every bit of me." "Fuck me harder. Harder! That's right give me all you've got, faster, now. Harder, goddamn it." Just when I sensed she was about to cum [she gave me plenty of warning] I pulled out and took her head in my hands and kissed her. She went crazy. We had taken her to the precipice of a substantial orgasm only to leave her hanging there. By now her legs were off my shoulders and her heels dug into the small of my back. Kicking me with her heels she was in a frenzy confounded by dueling reactions, anger and lust, and calling me every name in the book while urging me on. I'd be at a loss to say which was the dominant emotion. I withstood her barrage until she slowly withdrew from her peak and regained control of herself. Friends Ch. 02 "Oh, you're lovely. Just stay with me, Carol. Trust me. I know exactly where I'm going. Let me take you there with me." Clearly, that was the right thing to say. She was onboard with my program, dry humping my thigh [her juices were still flowing so my thigh wasn't all that dry] as she looked me in the eye. Her arms had been wrapped around my neck while I was fucking her. With her legs wrapped as well she was, sort of hanging on for dear life. Now they were stretched out about her head as she assumed a posture that shouted, "Take me, you bastard. I'm yours to do with as you please." What remained for me was to deliver. I returned my lips to her pussy and started all over, again. Responding much more quickly now she was running up the hill to her peak in no time. As planned, the peak was a little higher now and her corresponding movement and vocal responses were vibrating at a higher pitch. Then I did a cruel thing. I sat back on my haunches and waited until she had regained consciousness sufficient to realize I wasn't giving her head and finger fucking her any more. A dazed, hurt and barely comprehending expression washed over her face cluing me to start, again. Telling her to roll over and stick her ass in the air I squared my hips to her pussy, grabbed her hips and pushed and pulled myself into her. I needed have bothered. She violently pushed back against me and started fucking me. She wasn't gong to be denied her climax this time but I had other plans. I fucked back until she go two words out of he mouth, "IIIIIII"mmmmm cu..........." I quickly pulled out and stretched out alongside her before she even knew what was happening. When she did she was really pissed. "You bastard!" She cried as she beat me on the chest with both fists. "You motherfucking bastard." I slid closer to her and pulled her down to me to kiss. Her chest heaving and while kissing me back I said, "It's alright, Sweetheart. It's your turn. Get on top and ride me." As comprehension returned a slow smile broke across her face. She took the 'it's your turn' to mean that she should torment me. That wasn't my intent. The alcohol in my system had given me the staying power to hold off cumming but I was ready now. Sweet revenge. She took me to the edge several times before letting me cum. She did when I did. It was the most violent orgasm of my life. I hosed down her cervix several times as her pussy's muscles spasmed against my cock drawing more out of me. She collapsed on top of me breathing heavily as we involuntarily continued fucking. After what seemed like several minutes we slowly wound down and just held each other. I reached up and brought her head down so I could kiss her forehead. All I could say was, "Mmmmmmmm." I slowly ran my hands up and down her back reaching further each time. Soon I was burrowing into the crack of her ass. Eventually I passed over her asshole. That got a violent reaction from her but she said nothing and continued to hold me close and kiss my chest. Emboldened, I stuck my forefinger in her ass to the knuckle on the next pass. She jerked out of her reverie and lifted up on her elbows. Face-to-face she kissed me, then looked me in the eyes and said, "Johnny, I would never have guessed you had a darker side. You naughty, naughty boy." She kissed me again before settling back to my chest and pulling herself a little higher so that I had more free range of her ass. Wriggling her bottom at my probing it was her turn to say, "Mmmmmmmmm" as we both drifted off to sleep. Friends Ch. 02 ONE. After their exciting New Year party, when Jill had give John a blow job, and enjoyed a fuck with Rod's large, unusual penis, whilst Alan had fucked both Paula and Diana, life returned to normal for Jill and Alan. The experiences would fuel their love-making by exchanging detailed memories of that evening, as they aroused each other. Some days later, relaxing in bed after enjoying sex together, having re-lived the more lurid moments of the party, Jill was a bit circumspect. 'Are you okay, darling?' Alan asked, stroking her breasts. 'Yes, thanks. But I was just wondering what exciting sexual adventure we can have next. A bit of something to spice it up a bit. What do you fancy Alan? Have you ever tied dogging?' 'Well, no. Never! Have you?' 'No. But I've often wondered what it's like?' Jill was snuggled in Alan's arms, feeling his hand casually caress her breasts. 'Having anonymous cocks fucking you, one after the other.' 'Sounds fun,' Alan laughed. 'Let's take a look at some video clips on Xhamster.' Alan slipped out of bed for his I-pad. He soon found the dogging videos. They found them horny and arousing. As they watched the action, each played with the other's genitals. After half an hour of viewing, they got into a 69 position and had oral sex. Jill always enjoyed cock sucking, whilst Alan was licking Jill's wet vulva, slipping his tongue deep into the delicious vagina. Orgasms were not quite together, but close. Alan ejaculated first, triggering a jerking climax from Jill. They lay side by side, recovering from their exertions. Alan asked, 'Would you like to try it? We can soon find a dogging spot, I'm sure.' 'Is it safe?' 'Of course. The regulars keep a tight control. Condoms essential. If the lady says no, there's no forcing.' 'How do you know all this?' 'I checked it out on the internet. Out of curiosity!' 'Oh yes? So you have been thinking about it! I'm not sure I have the nerve though.' 'Well, you don't have to have full sex. Just enjoy watching, or letting guys feel your tits. Handle their cocks. Masturbate them. That sort of thing.' Jill took Alan's cock in her hand. 'Mm. That sounds fun. Sucking anonymous cocks. Shall we try it? 'Okay. When?' 'I'll think about it. When the weather's a bit warmer, though.' The subject of dogging wasn't brought up again for a few weeks. But in early March there was an unusual warm spell of weather. Jill had never forgotten the idea. In fact, she often fantasized about it. At an appropriate time, after satisfying sex, she mentioned it again to Alan. 'I think I'm ready for a bit of dogging, Alan.' 'Good! Well, the weather's unusually warm for the time of year, and still fairly dark in the evenings, so let's give it a try.' 'When?' 'Well, Fridays are good nights. I've been doing some research on the internet and found what I think is a good place for it.' TWO It was suggested by Alan that he take his Panasonic video recorder to capture Jill's activities, for later play back. Jill would be too busy to see what was really happening, so they could play it back when they got home. Jill was struck by the possibility of re-living the experience on the screen. For their first time, Jill didn't want to offer herself for full sex. She was too nervous for that. Just feeling and groping, to see if she could handle it. Perhaps some cock-sucking. Alan would be nearby, recording the action, if she found it too much. She was very nervous all day, which was unusual for a such a street-wise lady. But a new sexual experience was something that excited her. Jill found herself thinking of her first experience with playing with a cock herself. One of the older members offered to give her a lift in his car to rehearsals. One thing led to another, and she ended up playing with his erect penis, rubbing it up and down until it spurted in her hand. She had been nervous at first, since this was the very first cock she had felt, and her first experience of sperm, which she found very erotic. Although he was rather ugly, he had a nice cock, so she began to enjoy playing with it, tossing it off. For some reason, he had never tried to feel her, or even kiss her. This happened twice a week and Sunday afternoons. So Jill soon got to know every wrinkle of this guy's cock. About five inches, fairly thick, but heavily veined. The time came when, studying the cock at close quarters, she felt her head being pushed to the head. For some reason, Jill found herself opening her mouth to take it in. That was an sublime moment, changing her sex life forever! The feel of a cock in her mouth was an great thrill. She explored the shaft with her tongue and lips. Enchanting! And when he came, filling her mouth with several spurts of warm sperm, it was a most sexy sensation. Jill thought the taste of sperm exciting and amazing! Thereafter, she became a slave of the cock! New boyfriends enjoyed having their cocks sucked by this beautiful lady. She was rather surprised at eighteen, that she had waited so long to sample one. There had been many cocks since those days, and Jill discovered that no two cocks were quite the same. Ever since her first fuck in the back of a car with her first leading man, each encounter with a cock was a new thrilling discovery for Jill. There had been many. But meeting Alan had put a stop to her freedom. Well, mostly, if not quite. She recalled Alan's first feel of her vulva in his car on the moors. She had played sucked his cock until it exploded, whilst she herself had a very intense orgasm. She was on a high all day at work, feeling anxious with anticipation of what might happen. The good news was that it was a dry and a fairly warm day as forecast. After dinner, they went to change for the evening. Jill just dressed in lace panties, no bra, and a top coat was all she needed. She was in a state of perpetual nervous excitement at the prospect of sucking strange cocks. Alan had suggest she wore a face mask to cover the upper part of her face. It would have two purpose, he told her. First, so that she could not be recognized in the unlikely event that there was someone there who might know them, but secondly, to help her to believe herself to be someone else doing these things. Masks often helped to hide a person from themselves. They still had several masks from Christmas in the cupboard. She chose a cat's face. It was past eight-thirty when they eventually drove out of their driveway. They used Alan's Kia Sedona with Jill sitting in the rear seats, with ample room for her to stretch. The site he'd chosen from the internet was the secluded car park at the back of a metro supermarket on the edge of town, about two miles from home. It was closed after eight in the evening, and was fairly accessible from the road. The space was surrounded by trees. It was carefully guarded. When they approached the place, Alan slowed down, indicating turning into the area. There was a car at the narrow approach, with two men who gestured for him to stop. After a quick look inside, they motioned for him to drive on. The large car park was fairly well lit. As they drove to the far end of the park, Jill saw several cars already parked up, most with interior lights on. It was the first warm evening for weeks, which attracted the doggers. Already, there was action going on in two of them. One of the cars had it's passenger door open, with a lady bending over, leaning against it. Her dress was pulled up to her waist, with a guy fucking her from behind. Three others were standing round watching, cocks in hand, waiting for their turn for a fuck. Other cars seemed to have people waiting to see what developed. Perhaps just voyeurs. There were quite a lot of men taking advantage of the warm evening, in search of free sex. Alan parked beside a Land Rover discovery, which had driven in ahead of them, with a couple in it. Alan turned to Jill. 'Okay?' he asked. Feeling very tense, she nodded, unbuttoning her coat, to expose her breasts and bare torso. She smiled nervously at Alan as he opened his door to step out with his camera. Jill then wound the windows down, turning on the interior lights, as if beckoning someone to approach. The occupants of the Land Rover had, meantime, opened the car doors, where the lady got out to open the boot, arranging herself, sitting on the tail-gate. Her blouse was open, displaying large, heavy breasts with enormous areolae and nipples. The other occupant, a middle aged man of sturdy build, was walking round the front of Alan's car, towards Jill's open window. Jill saw the man approach the open window, gazing down at her naked groin and belly. She felt vulnerable! Her mouth was dry with expectation. Jill's muscles tensed and her throat dried as she watched his arm reach tentatively though the window, finger tips touching her belly. Jill gave an involuntary shiver at the touch. She gasped. 'May I?' she heard him ask. After a brief hesitation, her heart thudding against her ribs, Jill nodded. Feeling every nerve in her groin tense, she closed here eyes, concentrating on the sensation of foreign fingers on her vulva. It was already awash with her private nectar, in expectation of being penetrated. The fingers were soft and sensitive, gently exploring her groin, sneaking through her pubic hair. As they reached her clitoral hood, there was a lurch inside her belly. Oh God! She whispered to herself. She swallowed. This is it! The fingers found her labia, carefully searching the vestibule, rubbing the cluster of fleshy petals round her vagina. Oh God! This was so fucking exciting! She almost had an orgasm on the spot, her nerves were so aroused. Opening her eyes, Jill turned her head to the open window. The guy had unzipped, displaying his hard cock sticking out from the flies. Whilst fingers of one hand explored her vulva, discovering the opening of her vagina, his other hand was holding his sturdy cock, pointing it at her face, slowly masturbating. Taking a deep breath, Jill plucked up courage to reach across to touch it, stroking it tentatively with the pads of her fingers. It felt heavenly! Smooth! Although she had played with many cocks before, this was somehow different. She didn't know this one. It was a total stranger. Growing in confidence, Jill curled her hand round the shaft, dragging back the foreskin, wanting to examine the slit. She felt the fingers between her thighs start to penetrate her, slowly pushing in and out of her pussy. With a thrilling trembling in her thighs, Jill pushed her head across to the cock, taking it gradually into her mouth. The feeling was indescribably wonderful. A stranger's cock! In her mouth! Not too long, but thick. Her tongue explored every bit of it, lingering on the head, feeling it responding to her stimulating touch. It was then that she realized that a second hand had joined in from the opposite window, caressing her inner thigh, wanting a feel of the more private part with the first guy. At the same time another erect cock appeared on her left, whilst a hand moved through the window to find the nipple of her left breast. Taking her hand from the first cock, whilst still running her mouth around it, she took hold of the second cock. Nice and firm with a loose foreskin. Her thumb and index finger jerked it up and down. Her eyes devoured the sight of her hand playing with it. Jill guessed it was a good six inches, though not particularly thick. It had a slight bend in it she noticed, as she studied the pronounced swelling down the underside. Slowly, she slid her mouth over the cock until her lips reached the public hair. Jill enjoyed giving deep throat, relaxing her throat, feeling the head deep inside. She started to nod her head up and down on it, feeling the head rub against the roof of her mouth. Suddenly, the cock erupted, filling her cheeks with warm thick sperm. Oh my God, she said to herself! An incredible taste! Jill exulted in the wonderful flavor of a stranger's cum. It was an incredible experience for her, even though she had often enjoyed having sperm in her mouth. Somehow, this was different. After a few moments of gently sucking the spent shaft, as it began to deflate, Jill swallowed the offering. She turned her face to the other cock in her hand, guiding it into her mouth. She was over the moon with taking between her lips the second cock of the evening. Meanwhile, two fingers were still pushing deep inside her vagina, creating a phenomenal sensation in her groin. But this second cock didn't have the staying power of the first. Within a very few minutes, after vigorous sucking, it, too, was emptying its load inside her cheeks. The taste was a subtle difference from the first. More salty and not as plentiful. The cock soon subsided. the sperm slid down her welcoming throat. Jill wanted more! On a sudden impulse, Jill unlocked the doors, then opened hers wide, before swinging one leg out of it, keeping the other resting on back of the driver's seat, with her thighs wide open, available to any searching hand. She was feeling insatiable, desperate for more cock! The guy feeling her pussy, had opened the door and was now sitting beside her. She could feel him masturbating, pressing his cock against her inner thigh. Two more guys approached her, erections sticking out of their open trousers, being held in their hands. Side by side, they stood in the open door, reaching their hands in to grope at Jill's boobs and inner thighs. One of the cocks already had its foreskin retracted, the polished purple head looming large in front of her eyes. It was a swarthy color, lightly veined along the shaft. She took the base in her hand, then opened her lips to suck the head, running her tongue round the ridge. Down, underneath the shaft. Jill gasped in surprise at the scent of pussy juice round the hairy base of the cock. This guy had just recently finished fucking some other woman. Oh my God!! Her vaginal juices had collected like a collar round the bottom of his cock. He was coming to Jill for seconds! The thought gave her a spurt of lust, tasting the vagina of some anonymous woman whilst sucking the guy. At the same time, she took the other cock in her right hand, jerking it up an down, feeling the softness of the skin, taking in the heavy testicles. As she was busily enjoying her cock sucking, Jill realized that the opposite door had been opened, with the guy who had been groping her pussy through the window. He was now kneeling on the floor, bending over her with his head between her thighs, inhaling her scent and licking her private juices. It was an astonishing sensation, having a stranger licking your pussy and rubbing your clit whilst sucking another's cock. Jill was getting so aroused that she was finding it hard to hold back her orgasm. But why the hell should she? Yes! Let go! The cock she was jerking came with a violent thrust, the sperm splattering on her face and chin. Her belly fluttered wildly, her loins were shaking with sheer lust as her own orgasm started deep in her groin. Coming! Coming! Coming! Oooohh fuck! And the ecstacy shattered in her whole body, just as the third guy's cock exploded in her mouth. A double cum! She swilled the delicious sperm round and round in her cheeks, wallowing in the glorious orgasm, licking her sperm covered lips. As she subsided from her climax, the cock slipped from her mouth, but a fourth cock quickly replaced it. A big one! It stretched her lips as it forced its way inside. When Jill opened her eyes, she saw it was black! Admiring the wonderful monster, she slowly jerked it with her hand, whilst licking and tonguing the head. Slipping her mouth over it, she felt a cock penetrate her vagina. Oh fuck! Not what she had intended, but what the hell! It felt out of this world. It suddenly withdrew, splashing warm sperm on her inner thigh, as the guy who had been finger-fucking her ejaculated over it. Gosh! All this sperm to enjoy! Jill was now totally immersed in sheer eroticism. There were hands all over her by this time. Boobs, pubic hair and vulva. She had no idea how many blokes were enjoying her body. The big black cock was now really fucking her mouth. She was treated like the slut she felt she was. Glorious sex! The black cock discharged violently in her mouth and withdrew in time for her to gulp in some air, but not for long. Another cock filled her mouth before she had even swallowed the last lot of sperm. Inside her vagina, fingers were fucking her deep and hard. Overflowing with lust, Jill was close to another orgasm. How long she had been sucking cock she had no idea. Time was meaningless. She was floating in clouds of ecstacy. Jill felt a cock trying to penetrate her bottom. The guy at her side was kneeling on the floor, trying to get his cock inside her. She desperately wanted to feel it inside her. Reaching down between her legs, she took hold of the stiff rod, guiding it towards her vagina as she bobbed up and down on the cock inside her mouth. He mind was in utter turmoil. Another orgasm was welling up inside her responding to the stimulation of her clit and pussy. Trying to get inside her vagina, the cock erupted before it could get there, splattering cum over Jill's clitoris and pubic hair. It seemed to spurt for ever. Then the cock in her mouth blew its load as well, adding to the load of sperm already in her cheeks from the black cock, as yet more sperm splattered over her breasts. There seemed to be ejaculating cocks everywhere! Three ejaculations at the same time! The experience was astonishing! Yes! Yes! Oooh yes! The orgasm hit her! Her whole body felt the electric shock-like waves jolting her limbs. Her whole body was shaking and jerking. As she slowly subsided, Jill felt her face and breasts smeared in the sticky cum. Her fingers covering her vulva spread the sperm over her vulva. Then, quite as suddenly as it started, the guys all sidled away, tucking shrinking cocks back inside their trousers, leaving Jill exhausted, slumped in the back seat, rubbing sperm into her body. She heard the door close, looking up to see a smiling Alan, camera in hand. He sat beside her, his stiff cock protruding from his trousers. Jill suddenly felt a deep affection and love for this guy who had helped her to fulfil her widest sex fantasy. She bent down to fill her mouth with the cock. 'Gosh, Jill. That was so fucking exciting. Eight guys. And now me. I'm coming already.' And Alan exploded deep into Jill's throat. After swallowing Alan's sperm, Jill wrapped her coat round her. 'Come on, let's get home. I want to see the video.' The park was still full of action. Alan noticed that the large breasted woman in the Land Rover was being fucked, watched by several other guys. Some of them, no doubt, had already ejaculated on Jill, and were now waiting for another willing pussy. THREE Back home, they wasted no time getting to the bedroom, pausing only to fill glasses with red wine. Having tucked themselves under the duvet, Alan started to play back the action on their recorder, whilst toying with Jill's pussy, aware of its earlier activities with strangers' fingers and cocks. God!, he thought, she's a beautiful, sex-crazy woman. He could still smell the dried semen on her body. Kissing her mouth, he could taste it! Jill was amazed by the images of herself sucking the several cocks, now able to see the two guys who had tried to fuck her. Although rather exhausted by the evenings exertions, Jill couldn't avoid getting aroused by the images, but sighed at the sight of the guy ejaculating over her clit and pubic hair. 'That was so disappointing,' she told Alan. 'By that time, I was absolutely desperate for a cock inside. I wanted shagging hard. A deep fuck. But the poor guy couldn't hold back.' 'I'm not surprised,' Alan laughed. 'Oh God! I wanted shagging so badly,' Jill repeated, throwing the duvet back to reveal a naked Alan, thick cock hard and arrogant rising from his patch of thick hair. She heaved herself over Alan's thighs, sitting astride him, to take his cock in her fingers. She guided it straight into her wet vagina with a growl, and began bouncing up and down on it. Her breasts flopped up and down before Alan's eyes. Jill went beserk. Her vagina was stretched and filled with hungry cock! 'I need a good hard fuck,' she cried, eyes squeezed together. 'Fuck, fuck, fuck! That's wonderful. I need to feel cock deep inside my most precious place. Deeper and deeper.' Friends Ch. 02 Alan's cock was at full stretch once more, as he pushed his thighs up and down to meet Jill's thrusts, his hands grappling with her soft breasts. She was really fucking him hard, gasping and moaning, delighting in every thrust into her depths. 'Oh God! I need cock. Lots of cock. Give it to me!' and she sighed and gasped. It was shagging at its most violent. Although he felt Jill's muscles begin to tremble and shake uncontrollably as she started to build to an explosive orgasm, it was Alan who came first, his testicles tightening as he emptied his sperm in the very depths of Jill's vagina, quickly followed by Jill's jerking. She cried out 'Oh yes! Yes! Yes! OH FUCK! Wowee!' Collapsing across Alan's body, Jill felt the cock wilting and softening inside her vagina, sperm tricking from her. Finally, she rolled from his body, to lie beside him. 'That's just what I needed!' she explained. She had lost count of her orgasms during the evening, but this was one of the best. 'We must do that again soon,' was Jill's breathless last thought before falling asleep, her body feeling completely content and satisfied. Friends Ch. 02 After what was just his first experience with getting a blow job and he thought for her first time Jane seemed quite awesome at it. He now looked forward to the next time she would suck on his cock just the thought of it had his cock beginning to stir. Jane was still resting on his legs as they floated around the pool continuing to kiss passionately. Her breasts were pressed tightly against his chest he loved the feeling of it. Jane shifted a little when she felt his growing cock begin to bob and slap against her pussy as they floated through the water. The feeling of his cock pressing against her pussy was getting her super excited again. So when she adjusted she reached down and pulled it up between them and forcing it to lay flat against his stomach. She felt Marcus leading them toward the shallow end of the pool near the built in steps. Once there he lifted her off his lap and placed her on the top step. Then he swam up between her legs spreading and placing them over his shoulders. He moved in close now is cock pressing against the steps and he began to blow on Jane's wet pussy lips. He saw goose bumps appear on her skin and with that he shoved his tongue between the folds of her lips beginning to lick up and down. Jane let out a moan and fell back on her elbows giving him better access to her pussy. He started sucking on her pussy lips one at a time for several minutes sucking, nibbling and twirling his tongue all over them. Then placing his knees on a step for better balance he moved his right arm up and using his fingers spread her lips wide. He moved his tongue up and began to lick around her pussy hole, almost fucking her with his tongue. She began to moan more loudly now and this told him he was doing a good job. As he moved his tongue upward and sucking on her clit now pulling it into his mouth and twirling his tongue all around it. Flicking it repeatedly, nibbling on it while now inserting two fingers into her very tight, very virgin pussy. As he did this he felt his balls begin to tingle wondering what it will feel like when his cock is these tight quarters. He continues for suck on her clit and fingering her pussy for some time before Jane grabs the back of his head forcing his face tightly into her pussy as she lets out a loud moan. "OH MY GOODNESS I AM GONNA CUMMMMM." Marcus continued to lick her pussy during her orgasms until she couldn't take it anymore and pushed him off of her. He floated back for a minute then stood up walking toward her as she still lay by the steps still recovering. She thought he was so hot walking toward her with his big hard cock bouncing up and down in front of him. Then Marcus climbed up the steps and stepping over Jane he gave her a good up close teasing view of his swinging cock and balls. Her eyes followed him and admired his tight muscular ass as he made his way over to the bin with the towels he grabbed one for himself and one for her. He wrapped his around his waist which was followed by a loud boo coming from behind him. He then turned and made his way back over to where Jane was sitting. "Why did you take the show away? I was admiring your beautiful cock and dreaming of what I want to do with it next." She said smiling up at him. "Well, we need to dry off then I figured we could grab some food as it is almost dinner time. Then you are free to do whatever you want with my cock." Marcus reached down taking her hand and pulling her up to him. He wrapped the towel around her body and began to dry her off. Then they both made their way back toward Marcus's new apartment. Once inside the towels were removed Jane went over to the couch and picked up the phone. "What are you doing?" Asked Marcus sitting on the couch near where she was standing. "Well, since there is way too much going on right now to worry about cooking I thought I would just order us some food. Plus, I don't feel like cooking tonight." "Good idea." Jane went about ordering them some pizza and garlic bread. Then hung up the phone turning to kneel between Marcus's legs she took his hard cock in her hand. "And just what do you think you're doing?" He asked her. "Well, today was graduation day so nobody is cooking dinner tonight. They said it would be about an hour so I figure we got some time to kill." With that and before he could say anything else she began to suck on his cock again. This time starting out fast bobbing her head up and down while taking the tip and a few more inches into her mouth, All the while she is stroking the lower half of his shaft with her hand. She is doing it in a nice rhythm as her head goes up so does her hand, and down they both go. Marcus tilts his head back the feeling is utterly amazing to him. The sensations that he feels growing in his groin he knows he won't last much longer. Jane senses this as well and slows down, to a light gasp of disappointment from Marcus. Just then she pulls her mouth off his cock, and just smiles up at him stroking his cock slowly and with a light grip on the shaft. She knows how sensitive the head is and stops her upward stroking just under the big mushroom like helmet. Then she releases the grip on his cock pushing it up and flat against his stomach. Then leaning her head down she begins to flick his balls with her tongue. Going back and forth, up and down coating his balls nicely in saliva along with enjoying how wet she is making them. Then she takes them one at a time into her mouth and sucks on them hard twirling her tongue on them at the same time as they make popping sounds when she releases them. Now moving back up she starts running her tongue up the full length of his cock starting at his balls, doing this several times. She grabs his shaft starting to stroke it again watching as it is oozing with precum. Licking it up and sucking him back into her mouth taking as much as she can feeling it bottom out at the back of her throat with several itches still not inside. She holds it for a second then slowly pulls her head back up. Continuing to bob her head up and down sucking on his cock in a nice rhythm again knowing Marcus won't last much longer. (Knock, knock) With the sudden knock at the door Jane doesn't hesitate a second leaping up releasing his cock and heading for the door. Marcus is in such a daze as he was right on the brink of an amazing orgasm. Jane walks over and opens the door seeing the pizza delivery girl standing in the door way. She recognized the girl as someone from their school who graduated today as well. Her name was Jill she just stood there in the doorway staring in shock at the fact that they were both naked she had recalled hearing rumors of some nudists in the school but never met any of them. She had always had a thing for Jane as well as Marcus so this was a total treat right now. She watched as Jane stepped away to get money and was amazed to see the size of Marcus's cock standing there at attention. Jane handed her some money and then taking the food smiled at her and closed the door. "Well, that should be an exciting story when she gets back to the pizza place." Said Jane turning around to see Marcus slowly stroking his cock. "What do you think you're doing, if your gonna touch it then I guess I don't have to finish." With that she never saw Marcus's hand move that fast as he pulled it off his member. She stepped over and got down between this legs after placing the food on the end table. Smiling up at him she bent down kissed the tip before standing back up and grabbing the food and going to the bar like counter by the kitchen. Placing the food on the counter she went around and grabbed some plates putting them down then grabbed them both water from the fridge and placed them on the counter. "What are you doing?" "What does it look like I am doing, silly?" "I thought we were going to finish?" "Well, since you decided to touch it now you have to wait so why don't you come over here sit down eat and if you're a good boy I'll give you a surprise." "Why don't we eat in here and watch a movie at the same time." Marcus said standing and walking into the kitchen and wrapping his arms around Jane from behind. His hard cock began to press against her ass then slide down running along her pussy lips. Jane wanted to resist his advancement and hold her ground but she was way too horny at this point and gave in to him. Grabbing her plate and water and heading to the living room. "Ok, you can have you way this time, but next time we eat over there. Now sit down on the couch so I can get comfortable next to you." "Yes, Ma'am." As he said it he grabbed his plate and water and made his way to the living room sitting on the couch. Honestly she just loved watching him walk with his hard member bobbing and swinging in front of him. Marcus sat down where instructed Jane went over and turned the lights off so it was now dark in the room. Without warning he felt her hand on his cock, then just as he was about to say something he felt her wet pussy lips slide over his cock. "Oh my, you don't want wait?" He asked though hardly able to talk at the new sensation. "Shhhh, just go with it..." The feeling of his fat cock sliding into her tight little pussy was a feeling all of its own. But she kept going taking it inch by inch until having to stop every now and again to adjust. Then she felt her ass cheeks touch is lap, she couldn't believe it but knew she had the whole thing inside of her. She sat motionless for a couple of minutes before reach forward grabbing her food and starting to eat it. "So, you gonna put the movie on or what?" She asked. "I...umm...yeah... but what about....?" Marcus could barely speak his cock buried balls deep inside of Jane was crazy, the fact that she was sitting there not moving was making him insane. He grabbed the remote and turned on the TV quickly finding a movie. Jane wiggling her ass only added to the teasing of Marcus's cock then she sat still straighten out and began to eat her pizza. She had to use all her concentration to not let on to Marcus's that this was teasing her way more than it was teasing him. Not really having any interest in eating while there was a massive cock inside her, she just wanted to fuck him already. But the teasing game would be so much more rewarding. "Ok, before it gets to cold, let's go eat your pizza and food." Jane said taking another bite. To be Continued in Chapter 03. Friends Ch. 03 Steve reached behind and grabbed the glass of water from the nightstand, letting Amy take a quick drink before finishing the rest of it. He didn't like letting go of her, but he knew the night was far from over. He quickly followed Amy under the covers, suddenly remembering the cold. She moved over just enough to let him in the bed before they both cuddled together closely. They didn't talk for a long time, both just staring at each other and grinning uncontrollably. Hands moved over bodies, but it was more admiring than arousing. "You know I've dreamed about this for years, but it's hard for me to believe," Steve finally said. "Why?" she asked him, genuinely intrigued. "Well, for starters I thought we pretty much covered the "more than friends" thing awhile ago," he explained, referencing his tentative advances from years before. "In my defense, that was before I felt your hard-on pressing into my ass," she said, still feeling excited and hoping Steve wasn't done yet. "Then either you never paid attention or I did a better job of hiding them than I had thought." "Really?" she said, surprised by this new information. "You've had me hard so many times....Just about every time we slept in the same bed, all I could ever think about was avoiding thinking about you doing what you just did. Which of course made me think about it." "So what would you do?" Amy was getting turned on again while she listened to Steve tell her how much he used to fantasize about her. "Well, it was the worst when you'd want to spoon," he started. "Like tonight," she said, giggling. "Exactly. I thought there were at least a few times when you would've felt me. I just tried to keep my hips away from you, but then you'd shift or something. Every time I thought I was busted I'd wait for you to say something and my heart would just be pumping because I was so on edge." "So then what, you'd just wait for me to fall asleep and then roll away?" "Well, actually..." Steve started, blushing a little. "Most of the time I'd have to do more than that." This was a little embarrassing for him, but he knew Amy would get a kick out of it more than anything. "What do you mean?" she asked giddily, already suspecting what he was going to say. "Well, I'd wait for you to fall asleep, and made sure you were really asleep. Then I'd have to sneak off to the bathroom and jerk off." "Oh my God!" she exclaimed laughingly. "What, I had to! Otherwise I never would've gotten any sleep." They both laughed about it as each thought back to the times they had shared a bed. "Well, if I had only known then what I know now, I could've saved you the trouble," Amy told him, her tone changing subtly. "And if I had known then what I know now, I would've had to jerk off at least twice to fall asleep." "So my blowjob lived up to expectations?" she said, that sexual playfulness returning. "Way beyond expectations. You really sucked the life out of me." "You certainly had a lot of life in you," Amy said into his chest, smiling. One hand was lightly roaming over his chest, while the other admired his back. "Yeah, sorry about that," Steve said, blushing a little. "Oh that's ok, I don't mind," she answered casually. "So I noticed. But next time I expect a little more from you," Steve teased. He was already looking forward to the next time like he head never done for anything in his life. Just thinking about it made him want to speed up his "recovery." Amy had noticed the "next time" reference and immediately decided there was going to be a next time. Many "next times". She leaned up to look at Steve, roughly using his chest for support. He grunted and smiled playfully, his smile wide on his face. "And what the hell does that mean? It seemed to me you were enjoying yourself." "Oh, I certainly did. I just noticed that you didn't quite catch all of the "life" you were so earnestly sucking out of me." Steve smiled at her, obviously goading her. He could feel himself getting closer to ready again, but not quite there. But he had a plan for that. "First of all, I didn't know you were such a neat freak," Amy started. "Second, I didn't know you were gonna cum so hard. Third, and most important, I didn't know there was going to be so much of it. That was seriously a big load, so I thought I handled it pretty damn well." Amy was getting aroused all over again, and she hoped Steve would be up for more. "Maybe next time I'll let even more out." "I thought jerking me off with my own cum was a nice touch," Steve said quietly. He didn't give her a chance to respond and pulled her head down to his. His heart was beating faster again, the excitement not even close to wearing off. Steve kissed her slowly at first, letting the kiss build its own momentum. Amy told herself she should have known Steve wasn't done. He had always told her he'd fuck her all night long, and now maybe he would. Thinking about that, and Steve's tongue mischievously toying with her own was making Amy wet. Amy moved her arm down Steve's naked torso, moaning appreciatively as she felt his toned body. She started playing with Steve's package, wanting his flaccid member to hurry up and get hard again. Steve knew he could just let Amy fondle and play with him until he got hard again, but he had better ideas. He rolled over, Amy letting go of him so that Steve was half on top of Amy. Steve pulled away momentarily, looking intently into Amy's eyes as he climbed on top of her. Without hesitation Amy opened her legs for him, letting Steve settle onto her. Steve stroked her face for a moment, neither saying a word. Amy had never looked at him the way she was, and Steve was sure it was more than just the sex. But for now, there would at least be more sex. He slowly leaned down and began kissing her. He built momentum slowly, feeling her hands running over his body. Soon enough they were kissing hotly again, and Steve knew he could get hard now. But he knew that would have to wait. Steve moved his mouth to Amy's neck, which he knew she loved. That was confirmed by Amy's instantaneous moans, and she started squirming underneath him. He moved closer to her ear, flicking his tongue along the edge. "I'm going to eat your pussy," he whispered matter-of-factly. "Yes Steve," was all she could whisper. Steve immediately began to move down her body, kissing and licking as he went. Amy held his head in her hands, but let him move at his own pace. No matter where he kissed her, it felt wonderful, so there was no hurry. When he finally reached the tops of her breasts, she let her hands fall from his head. She had always been a big fan of having her tits played with, and she knew Steve certainly would be. She cupped both breasts in her hands, pushing them together. Steve took the cue and began to kiss and lick them slowly. Amy closed her eyes, focusing on Steve's hot mouth against her skin. She felt him run his tongue down her cleavage, and she arched her back, pushing herself into him. Steve opened his mouth wide and engulfed Amy's left nipple. Amy moaned loudly at the sudden sensation, and then again when Steve started flicking her erect nipple with his tongue. He sucked in for a second before releasing her, but then moved to her other breast and repeated it. He'd always thought that women didn't really like having their breasts the focus of attention, and Amy was the first woman he'd been with to obviously disagree with that theory. "How long have you wanted to do that?" Amy quietly asked. "You mean suck on your gorgeous tits?" Steve pretended to think for a moment, mouthing calculations to himself. "As long as I've known you." Amy laughed lightly, but enough that the flesh in her hands jostled noticeably. "Now if you'll excuse me, there's something else I've been wanting to do." And with that, Steve resumed kissing his way down her torso. Amy was not the biggest fan of having guys go down on her, but she thought Steve might be different. Most guys think of it as a necessary obligation, doing it as often and with as much enthusiasm as needed to keep a decent supply of blowjobs coming. But when Steve had whispered in her ear, it sounded like he wanted to. Either way, this was one of the few times Amy really wanted to be eaten out. Steve moved past her stomach, although he would have liked to be able to appreciate it more. Whenever Amy flexed for anything, like to laugh or moan, there was just a hint of a six-pack, which Steve found incredibly sexy. He paused briefly at her bellybutton, licking around the edge before poking his tongue into it. Amy took a deep breath, apparently appreciating the hint of what was to come. As Steve moved farther down, he grabbed the thin strap of Amy's panties by her hips. She immediately brought her hips up off of the bed, letting Steve slide the thin fabric down her legs. As Steve leaned back down to the bed, Amy spread her legs apart, keeping them bent at the knees. Amy watched Steve intently, waiting to feel his mouth. She quickly felt it, but not where she wanted to. Not that having Steve kiss her inner thighs wasn't a great sensation, but she wanted more. She found herself playing with her nipples in her hands, kneading her own breasts in excitement. Steve noticed how excited Amy was without even looking at her pussy. Her scent was light in the air, a tangy odor that got Steve's heart racing. He massaged Amy's thighs with his hands before leaning his head forward. He ran the hard tip of his tongue up the length of her slit, amazed at how wet she already was. And it was the best pussy he'd ever tasted. Amy arched her back, her chest rising right along with Steve's tongue. She squeezed her tits together and moaned, needing more. She closed her eyes as Steve began to lightly kiss her lips, just like he was kissing her mouth. The sensation was incredibly relaxing, and Amy was in bliss. Amy groaned suddenly, feeling Steve dart his tongue in and out of her hole. The groan turned into a long moan when his tongue licked up to her clit, massaging the sensitive bundle of nerves. Amy lost track of time as Steve worked, his tongue and mouth seemingly everywhere. She could feel an orgasm building as Steve methodically ate her pussy. His tongue swirled and curled, probed and licked her until she was pushing her hips up towards his mouth. While Steve was making patterns on her clit with his tongue, Amy felt him insert a long finger into her aching hole. Even having just that little bit of him inside her was amazing. She unconsciously brought her knees up towards her chest, opening herself to Steve even more. Her hands moved down to hold Steve's head, pulling his head towards her sex. Suddenly she felt another finger slide into her wet pussy while Steve licked her clit with more force. The orgasm finally hit her, like a train. She knew words were coming out of her mouth, or at least she thought they might have been words. Lights flashed in front of her eyes as her body was racked with wave after wave of ecstasy. Her body convulsed beyond her control until her climax began to slowly recede. Seemingly an eternity later, Amy opened her eyes, one hand gripping Steve's hair, the other clutching her breast. She realized that she was now lying diagonally across the bed, having bucked and squirmed so heavily. She looked down at Steve, who was looking back at her while he continued to lightly kiss her slit. "Steve, that was...unbelievable." "Thank you. I know you're not a big fan, but I thought I'd give it a try." "Well, I'm a big fan now," Amy said, her hands splaying out to the side as she caught her breath. She felt Steve start kissing his way back up her torso, and she just laid back enjoying how good this all felt. She moaned when he reached her neck, his kisses sending goosebumps over her body. Steve waited for Amy to turn her head slightly before seeking out her mouth. He kissed her lightly at first, but he was still quite turned on from Amy's vocal climax. He wondered if she realized what she had been saying. Friends Ch. 03 Chapter 3: The Aftermath I woke in the middle of the night to find Carol and I back-to-back. I got up and went to the bathroom. While taking a leak I noticed my dick was coated in our juices, some of it still moist. I just left it that way and went back to bed. I reached down and pulled the sheet over us and snuggled up to her placing a leg over her thigh and my arm around her. Asleep, she moaned and adjusted herself to my caress. Acting on pure instinct she grabbed my hand and held it to her breast. I gave her a gentle squeeze and joined her in sleep. I woke up flat on my back sporting a very satisfying erection, one of the truly great experiences of being a man. Carol was on her side facing me still asleep. Turning, I gave her a kiss on her forehead and moved my body closer. I reached down and traced the outline of her hip down her thigh and then to the inside of her other thigh. Pushing my hand between her thighs I slowly advanced toward her pussy. At some level of consciousness she understood what was happening and twisted her hips while slightly spreading her thighs allowing me to go higher. Arriving at their juncture I found her lips wet. Unsure if she was having an erotic dream or it was the remnants of last evening's play, I used it to slide a finger into her pussy and slowly massage her g-spot. By now she was just below consciousness and becoming an active participant in her own arousal. She rolled on her back and turning to face me slowly opened her eyes. Seeing that I was looking back she smiled and moved closer as she caressed her breast with one hand and my face with the other. "Good morning, Sleepyhead. Did you sleep well?" I reached in and kissed her while still stroking her pussy with my fingers [there were now two inside her]. "Oh, I had the most delicious dream. I dreamt you and I fucked each other senseless. I had one of the hardest orgasms of my life. You kept me going and going. If you hadn't finally let me cum I'd have needed medical attention. As it was, I got just what the doctor ordered." She reached down and took hold of my dick, gently stroked it and said, "I still want to taste you. I have a plan. I'm going to suck you off [my dick jumped at the prospect, she paused to look at it and then smiled at me] and then we'll go downstairs for breakfast. When we're done we're coming back up here and spend the morning enjoying each other's company. Are you up for that?" "Absolutely!" Carol began a slow artful dance of arousing me further. She repeated her deep throat trick again [several times] and quickly brought me to the brink. Asking, "Are you ready? Are you ready, Sweetheart? That's it, cum for me. Give me all you've got." As my spurts lessened in intensity and duration she took me more completely in her mouth and in a combination of pushing with her tongue and sucking she wrung every drop out of me. Laying her head on my thigh and rubbing my dick on her cheek she swirled my cum in her mouth to savor its texture and taste. Satisfied she completely understood me she swallowed slowly to extend the moment. Looking at me she smiled, licked her lips, swallowed again and said, "Oh, you'll do just fine. Nectar of the gods, every woman needs that to make her complete. I don't taste too bad, either. I kind of like the cocktail we made. "You wait right here and I'll fix myself up. You can do your thing while I start breakfast." A few minutes later she emerged from the bathroom looking as good as she did last night [how do women do that?], reached down for her dressing gown, slipped it on and moved to the closet for some slippers. Turning back to me she said, "See you in a few." I followed in a moment or two opting for the underpants-only look. By the time I got to the kitchen there were placemats already set out with orange juice and toast. Moving about the kitchen with purpose Carol asked over her shoulder how I liked my eggs. I hadn't lifted the orange juice to my lips before she turned around and brought our eggs to the table. She still hadn't tied her dressing gown allowing me to enjoy her body. She knew she was on display and did all the dips and swirls needed to keep my attention. I was enjoying her as she was enjoying me enjoying her. We engaged in idle talk and loosely planned the rest of the weekend. Our spouses weren't due back until tomorrow evening so the possibilities were endless. While on our second cup of coffee the phone rang. It was Judy, last night's hostess checking up on Carol. "I'm fine. Johnny got me home last night. I had a little buzz going so I slept like a baby. I'm in the middle of breakfast. I'll call you with all the details, later. Yes. Yes, he came in for a drink. That's all for now. My eggs are getting cold. Bye." "Judy sounded pushy about you and me. How do you want to handle this?" "What?" "You know, me spending the night here." "Oh, that. They all know about that. Judy didn't want to know if we fucked last night. She wanted to know how good it was." I choked on my coffee almost spitting it out. "What?" "Silly boy. Do you think anything could go on around here without the wives knowing about it? In this case, they helped plan and play it so that our sex last night was inevitable. As a matter of fact, the husbands were in on it, too. You didn't have a chance. Long ago we agreed that at first opportunity I was to fuck you when Rosemary was out of town. Let me put it this way. I was the designated fucker and you were the fuckee." "Am I that naïve that I didn't see this coming? How am I going to keep Rosemary from finding out?" Carol leaned back and chortled. "You must be naïve because Rosemary set the whole thing up. For your information, you are the last of our group to get it on with one of the others. Actually, our extra-marital sexcapades have been a staple of the group almost from the beginning. For whatever reason you were oblivious to what was going on around you. Didn't you think it odd that all the women were always hitting on you? My God. You were so straight the only way we could bend you was to set you up." "Rosemary was in on this?" "There are two answers to that question. First, next to me, Rosemary is the most sexually active of the group. She hit on Bill shortly after meeting him. She started the ball rolling for the rest of us. Second, it was her idea to set you up. Our group couldn't continue as it was with one of us disengaged. The group can only survive and be successful if everyone is onboard and knowledgeable of our real purpose. Oh, it didn't start out that way but this is what it's become. As of your crossing the line last night we have a chance to hold the original group together. What remains is your acceptance of us. "Don't spend too much time doing one of your legal analyses of what I've told you. You're either in or you're out. If you're out then it's only reasonable that you withdraw from us and probably take Rosemary with you. I know she'll be disappointed but I guess you need to hear that from her. If you're in, Judy's expecting you this evening. Harry [Judy's husband] already plans to spend the night with me. By the way, Rosemary was going to call you this evening at 7:30. Right? How do you think she's going to reach you? She's calling Judy. That pretty much tells you all you need to know about Rosemary's involvement in all this, doesn't it? So. Which is it? Are you going to enjoy what's being offered you by your wife and friends, or are you going to walk away?" "Jesus Christ. How can all this be going on and me not have a clue? I must look like a fool to the rest of you. I'm not sure I can look any of you in the eye regardless of what I do. And then, of course, there's Rosemary. "Carol, I am what I am. I have to think this over before deciding what's the best thing to do. Under the circumstances I can't do that here. I'm getting dressed and going home. Thanks for last night. Thanks for this morning. You were great and got me off better than I have in a long time. If I say no to the group could we still get together in the future? No, huh? Well, I guess that's best for all. If you'll excuse me I'll get dressed and leave." Back home Johnny occupied his mind and body doing chores and cleaning up, setting the house straight for Rosemary's return tomorrow evening with the kids. Try as he might to block his situation out of his mind it was always there, percolating just beneath the surface of his consciousness. By mid-afternoon he had run out of diversionary devices. He sat at the kitchen table with a beer and confronted his situation. As he understood it, his cheating on Rosemary was now common knowledge. He had to assume that she knew, as well. If she was the driving force behind his seduction then there was no need to worry about her reaction - no harm, no foul. The same would be true if she were merely complicit. That left two issues: how did he feel about Rosemary fucking around on him and how did he feel about fucking others with some regularity? His one-off with Carol was exactly that. It was the first time he had cheated on Rosemary. Did he want to make it a regular thing and part of his [their] lifestyle? He had long suspected Rosemary occasionally had sex with others going as far back as to before they were married. They both had needs during those and subsequent times and it's only natural they would reach out to use whatever means were available, themselves or others. God knows he had many opportunities to sleep with others all along but sought to avoid the potential drama that might ensue if Rosemary found out. The solution had been easy enough. He jerked off. Maybe Rosemary hadn't seen it that way and satisfied her needs with someone else's dick. As long as she loved him and their commitment to each other was strong did it matter? Probably not. There was no doubt in his mind that they loved each other deeply and that that love was not jeopardized by her having the odd fuck with someone else. Did he enjoy last night? Yes. Would he like to do it, again? Yes. Would it have to be only with Carol? It didn't have to be. As he thought this through it became apparent that he was moving inevitably toward adopting the group's lifestyle. Satisfied that he had looked at the problem from all sides without drawing conflicting conclusions he knew he was going to spend the night with Judy. Only Rosemary's call this evening remained. If she called Judy looking for him at exactly 7:30 then the die was cast. Not wanting to tip his hand and give the wives a chance to coordinate themselves he planned to simply show up at Judy's house at 7:15 and occupy her time until the phone call. If it never came he would excuse himself shortly thereafter and come home to talk to Rosemary when she returned. If it came he could look forward to an exciting evening. Judy was, after all, by far the most attractive woman in the group. Long curly red hair and a body to die for [yes, people talked that way in the 70's], Judy had all the physical equipment needed to attract a blind man. He hoped the call would come. He rang the doorbell and hoped she wouldn't notice how hard his heart was pounding. Thank goodness it was cold and wet out. That would explain his flaming cheeks. In contrast to last night's encounter with Carol where he fronted more confidence than he had, he had been bolstered by the alcohol and was heady from his ego being relentlessly stroked by her that he never hesitated. This was different. He was meeting Judy cold sober under circumstances orchestrated by others. He was as much a pawn at this point as last night but different this time was that he knew it. The door opened and there she stood in soft light. A vision with a warm smile, she greeted him with, "Hi, Johnny. I'm so glad you stopped by. I was just thinking of you. Please come in. Is that wine for me or us? Here, let me take your coat. There. Let's go to the living room and get comfortable. What brings you here this evening? Oh, before you answer let me get you something to drink. Scotch on the rocks, isn't it? I've some wine open already so let me join you." Judy was wearing tailored slacks of very high quality wool that fit nicely on her ass and abdomen. Wearing strappy high heels she had a scoop neck cashmere sweater that emphasized her curves and showed a little bit of cleavage. With moderately sized, gold hoop earings, her hair and makeup were perfect compliments creating a sophisticated look. Back to her hair, it was pulled back and up, and overflowing in back. She was so well put together that night that I was hoping the call would come. "After last night I thought I might come by and thank you for putting it on and taking pity on a bachelor. It was a good time. I hope no one was offended by my leaving early. I was a little drunk then and couldn't have lasted much longer. I recovered and worked through my Honey Do list today so I'm back on track. "Gosh, you look great this evening. Do you and Harry have plans? Maybe I should go." "Oh, no. Harry has plans for the evening. He was heading out the door when we got a call from Carol. Billy's out of town, but you know that. Well, anyway, Carol's cable went out and Harry's trying to find the problem before he's late. "Why that's kind of you to notice. I occasionally like to dress up. Can't always be the wife and a mom, you know. I do it to make myself feel good and use it to fantasize I live a different life. Do you ever fantasize like that? Stop. Don't answer that, at least, not yet. Say, have you eaten this evening? Maybe I could whip something up for us. No? Good. Come on, let's go in the kitchen and continue while I get something worked up. Oh, there's the phone. Maybe that's Harry. Hold on a minute. "Hello. Oh hi, Rosemary. Well, isn't that a coincidence. He's right here. Sure. Here, Johnny. It's Rosemary for you." "Hey, hi. How're the kids? Huh? This isn't about the kids? What's up? Yeah, I walked Carol home last night. Yeah. Yeah. Are you sure you want to have this conversation right now? What do you want me to do? You're sure? Okay. Judy, she wants to talk to you." "Yeah, Rosemary. Are you sure? Okay. I'll talk to you later. Johnny, do you need to talk to Rosemary before she hangs up? No, huh? See'ya. Bye." "What did she say?" "She said that you're staying over here tonight. She wants me to show you a better time than you had last night with Carol. That'll be tough. Carol's pretty good." "Oh, boy! I've been infatuated with you since I first met you. This is like playing out a fantasy." "From what I hear it's me that's going to be living the fantasy tonight. Rosemary's always saying how good a lover you are. Carol gave you high marks and she's very picky. I've got to tell you, I'm getting aroused just thinking about it. Come here, I want a kiss to whet my appetite." "Speaking of appetites, what are we having for dinner?" Friends Ch. 03 PRU IS SEDUCED BY HER SON-IN-LAW It was around eight in the morning. Pru was still lying in bed, nice and cosy, with the curtains keeping out most of the daylight. She was in that wistful state of being half asleep and half awake, her mind recalling some of the sexy moments of her life, while her left hand rested between her thighs, cupping the warmth of her vulva. She was feeling deliciously horny this morning, in need of some relief from the sexual tension that had been building up in her for the past day or two. Pru didn't get much sexual pleasure these days, and even when her husband, Harry, was at his most amorous, which wasn't often, he wasn't much of a lover, always leaving Pru to finish herself off. So, she had only her own fingers to help her to relieve the tension, when she got too worked up to refuse her body it's desires. It was Rod's cock that she usually fantasized about these days, ever since Jill had told her what a mis-shaped monster it was. Several months ago, Pru had enjoyed a mutual encounter with him - though it was confined to hands only. Having allowed him to fondle her bottom and press her breasts, whilst kissing her hard, Pru had fingered the shape of Rod's erect cock in his trousers. She felt it twitch. Interesting! She was sufficiently impressed, curious to have a closer inspection sometime. Cocks had fascinated her ever since she had seen her father's, hanging from his hairy groin. Then later, she had seen it stiff and upright. Of course, her father was unaware that Pru was watching him undressing in the bedroom. Pru couldn't believe it was the same one. She was bewildered by the difference. The memory, and the awesome curiosity about cocks, would always stay with her. Pru's drifting memory then recalled the New Year's party at her close friend, Jill's house, when she had finally fulfilled her dream of feeling Rod's cock in her hand, before taking it deep inside her vagina. She recalled the hard cock sliding slowly into her tightness. Oh my God! Pru moaned to herself in unbelievable bliss at the memory. Oh my God! It was so divine! Her fingers became sticky as the juices began to seep onto them. Her thoughts strayed to Jill's husband, Alan, whose middle two fingers had once parted her clitoral hood, making her gasp, and her hips jerk. That was thrilling! Right now, Pru's own fingers slipped inside the wetness, concentrating on the sheer bliss of feeling a man's prying fingers playing with her vagina, now dribbling with excitement. Pru couldn't compete with Jill in the breast department, with her fairly flat ones, though her nipples were very outstanding. She was, however, equally sexy in her quiet way. She knew that Alan fancied her from previous cuddles and squeezes they had enjoyed, feeling him press his erection against her belly. His cock was hard and straight, she remembered. And smooth. Mmmm! Wonderful memory! The friends were all members of the local Amateur Operatic Group. Both Pru and Jill were lead sopranos and Rod fancied himself as a lead tenor. But he wasn't very good! His voice certainly didn't live up to the magnificence of his cock! There were other male leads in her past life who had made passes at her, but nothing had come of them, apart from the occasional grope in the car park after a show! In fact, her sex life had not been particularly active. Not until Rod had fucked her at the party. And that was a one-off. It was as well they were all sufficiently drunk at the time. Interrupting this reverie of quiet lust, Pru sensed someone come into the room. A disturbance of the air alerted her. She caught her breath, straining her ears for sounds. For a moment she was rather bewildered. It couldn't be Harry, because he had already left for the college, where he lectured in the Engineering Department, nor her daughter, who was on early shift at the hospital. She then remembered, of course, that her son, Derek, was on leave. Pru relaxed, cocking one eye slightly open. A pot of steaming tea was being placed on her bed-side table. She could see Derek's hips and legs as he put it there. Gosh, she thought, he might have caught me enjoying an orgasm, had he been a minute or two later! When he straightened up, turning to face the bed, Pru's eyes opened at the incredible sight in front of her. She held her breath, couldn't believe it! Derek's dressing gown was hanging loosely open, exposing his tumescent cock, drooping from a mass of brown curls. There were no pyjamas to obstruct her view. Pru was immediately mesmerized, if rather embarrassed, at the sight. But the healthy, half-filled cock in front of her face was impressive. Oh my God, she thought, I must be imagining things, it's so beautiful! Gorgeous! She was still half asleep, still feeling horny from her fantasies. Then she realized that Derek must be deliberately exposing himself to her. Showing off his equipment! And what wonderful equipment it was! Straight and hard. Smooth as porcelain. Faint blue veins showed through the skin. After a few seconds, unable to resist the temptation, she reached a hand from under the duvet to lightly touch the tremendous idol of her imagination. Her fingers barely touched it, as the tips trailed along its length, exploring the weapon. Reaching the end, Pru's fingers pressed lightly against the foreskin, drawing it back over the shaft. The head was a mottled pink and mauve, with a pronounced reddish rim. A small bead of fluid seeped from the eye. Stroking her hand down the shaft, she touched the testicles, heavy and low hanging in their wrinkled sac. She cupped them in her hand as if to feel their weight, studying the light covering of hair. Superb! Pru's eyes returned to the exceptional shaft of flesh, watching as it slowly filled to its fullest extent, with a succession of jerks. Derek was just standing there, facing her, proud to be exposing his manhood for her. Whilst examining the shaft, she noticed a collar of dampness round the base of it, tousling the hairy curls. Then realization hit her. It was her daughter's vaginal juices. Still a little damp! Derek must have fucked her earlier, before she had to get up for work. The thought sent her sex drive into overdrive. The thought of this now-stiff penis sliding in and out of her daughter's vagina was so wonderfully erotic. Her own juices were flowing freely! The cock confronting her was large! Smooth skinned and straight, unlike Derek's father's crooked misshapen thing! Without really thinking of the consequences of what she was doing, Pru leaned forward to kiss the end of Derek's cock, now fully extended and twitching. This surprised her, because she had never previously considered kissing a man's penis. It had never occurred to her. And yet, at this moment, it seemed the natural thing to do. Her lips and tongue slid down the underneath of the shaft to its base, where she could smell, and now taste, the remains of her daughter's sex juices. Incredible! Pru could not believe she was doing this. Time stood still! Her mind was in a turmoil. She wanted this wonderful cock! Wanted it filling her vagina. It was then that Derek took hold of it to push the end between Pru's lips, taking her by surprise. Pru had certainly never had a penis in her mouth before. Any thought about it being dirty and wrong was quickly dispelled as she opened her mouth to accept it. The pleasure was fantastic! She ran her tongue round the large head, as her lips suckled up and down it. The taste of sperm intrigued her. She couldn't remember feeling so very horny for ages. She became aware of Derek's hand joining hers under the duvet, exploring her hot, wet vulva. She gasped! Her thighs jerked! To have a man's hand groping her pussy again was thrilling. Pru almost came as his fingers touched her clit, searching the inner contours between her labia. Her whole body was alive and twitching. With her mind in utter turmoil, Pru was helpless to resist, even had she wanted to, when the duvet was thrown from her body. Derek took her shoulders, pulling her nightie over her head in desperation, before pressing her against the bed as he turned her onto her back. He climbed quickly over her body. Pru's legs were pushed wide apart, exposing her hairy patch, labia soaking with juices. It was so sudden, she had no time to resist, or even think about it. With an enormous gasp of lust, Pru felt her son's cock penetrate her willing vagina. Oh my god, she thought, this is wrong! The thick long shaft thrust deep into her tight pussy, stretching the inner muscles as it filled her. Oh my god! My daughter's husband fucking me! But it was too late! Not since Derek's father had penetrated it, had her pussy been so filled. Unbelievable! Heavenly! With utter delight, she felt Derek shagging her hard and deep. Slow and deep thrusts. Wondrous! Pru wanted it to go on for ever, but it wasn't long before the climax built up, deep inside her belly, already well stimulated by her own fingers and erotic memories. With screwed up eyes, she was panting with lustful agony as the arousal built up inside her. The world stood still. Nothing else mattered except this wonderful blissful feeling of cock pounding inside her. The head of the cock was rubbing against her G-spot! Her loins trembled and shook. With a great grunt, her hips lifted from the bed as the first shattering spasm racked her whole body. Another and another! They came in quick succession, delicious pain filling her belly. 'Aaaarrrgghhhh - aaarrrghhhh - OMG - aaarrrrggghhh.' Pru was crying out, with a huge feeling of release. She was vaguely aware of Derek's cock exploding inside her, as she slowly subsided back onto the bed, legs held high and wide, Derek's body resting on them, enjoying the physical satisfaction throughout her whole body. He was biting her nipple painfully, but she didn't care! It was he best sex she could remember. Utterly animal! For Derek, this was the culmination of a long-held wish. To fuck his mother. He didn't know why. Pru wasn't beautiful, though she had a catching smile. But his earlier quick fuck with his wife, before she had to get up to go to work, had left him feeling unsatisfied, as horny as ever. And, in truth, Derek really enjoyed sex with older, more sexually experienced women. Earlier, whilst stirring the tea-bag in the beaker to take to his mother-in-law, he thought about his activities with other married women. In particular, his Commanding Officer's wife, Cynthia. She was a tall, elegant lady. Sophisticated, but with an insatiable appetite for sex. She had seduced him at their first meeting, when he delivered a packet for her husband. But he was away. Cynthia flirted with him, until she finally perched her bottom on the table edge, lifting the hem of her skirt, to tease him with the sight of her hairy vulva. She had large, drooping labia. Wrinkled and brown, now smeared with her juices. Her very hairy groin was hard and swollen. He took her roughly, but she enjoyed a little violence with her sexual pleasure, getting involved in the action. She would goad him with encouraging words. 'Fuck me with that thing,' was one of her favorite requests. 'Get it inside damn you! Fuck me! Faster! Faster! I want it hard and deep. Fuck me you bastard. Get it deeper!' and so on until she came with a shout of delight, before Derek filled her with his spasms of ejaculation. After that first time, he had sex with her as often as circumstances allowed, though he doubted if he was the only soldier fucking her. She always wanted it with her clothes on, though had dragged off, for some reason he never understood. There had been other married women, most notably his mother some months ago, after she had discovered that his dad was being unfaithful to her. She had cried on his shoulder he remembered, after her panting orgasm, when he had ejaculated inside her. That was the one and only time. He thought she regretted incest as soon as it was over. But she had been ready for it, he knew! Desperate for a cock inside her! He wasn't ashamed of having fucked his mom. In fact, he was proud of having got one back on his dad! Taking the tea in to Pru's room, he saw that, with closed eyes, she had a faint smile on her face. A slight movement under the duvet made him realize that she was quietly masturbating. The thought made him more horny. Here was his chance, he thought. After putting the beaker on the bedside table, he swiftly undid the belt of his dressing gown, letting it fall open to expose his genitals. He was proud of his thick, eight-inch cock, now drooping in half-erect mode. Turning to face Pru, he saw her eyes open wide with astonishment at the sight of his half-erect penis in front of her face. He remained still, waiting to see how his mother would react. When her hand reached out to touch it, he knew she was ready for it! Much easier that he had thought possible. No real seduction techniques required. Just take it as it comes. Of course, his cock was responding to the light touch, becoming harder with each beat, until it reached its full magnificent height. Hard and throbbing against his belly. The touch of Pru's lips on the tip surprised him, but filled him with a sudden lust he was incapable of controlling. Taking the cock in his hand, he pushed it against Pru's mouth, forcing it between her lips, feeling her warm wet tongue against the skin, which had only less than an hour earlier slid in and out of his wife's vagina. Her juices were still in evidence in the hair round the base. Taking advantage of Pru's attention to his cock, Derek slid his hand beneath the duvet, to join Pru's hand cupping her pussy. He slipped his fingers beneath her hand to explore the contours of her vulva. He always enjoyed the moment when his hand first encountered a different vulva. Exploring the differences. Pru's labia were small, but the space between them was wet and slick with juices. His fingers soon probed the entrance to her vagina. Her belly trembled with desire as he slipped the middle finger deep inside her. Yes, he thought, I must fuck this. And soon! After a few minutes of enjoying Pru's mouth round his cock, whilst probing her wet vagina, Derek's need to penetrate it could be denied no longer. He threw the duvet to one side, exposing her body. Grasping her shoulders roughly, he pushed her flat on the bed, whilst dragging her nightie over her head, leaving her naked and vulnerable. Gazing briefly at her aroused chunky nipples, he noticed the smallness of her breasts. He quickly knelt between her legs. He pried them wide apart with his knees, to reveal the hidden secret treasure of her being. The labia were pulled fully open, hairy and puffed, displaying the dilated vagina, with its cluster of small fleshy petals round the opening. It was well coated with Pru's starch-like lubricating juices. The sight of her genitals incensed his carnal desires. A woman's vulva was designed to be violated. Often! With no further preliminary, Derek nudged the end of his cock between the lips, paused for a brief moment with the head at the entrance to the vagina, then drove it deep and hard into the passage. The loud gasp, with a jerk of her loins, told him that Pru was glad to accept it. Derek was engorged with rampant lust. The vagina was tight, but well lubricated. The walls stretched to accommodate his thick weapon. It felt right. Like a wild animal, Derek stared to fuck her hard and rough. Growling with sheer lechery, his cock thrust deep, as Pru whimpered with pain and bliss, her face screwed up in agony. Yes, he thought. She wanted fucking. Hard. At times he worried that he could not control his lust. The only thing that mattered when the need drove him like this, was thrusting his hard cock in and out of the vagina. Derek now picked up the rhythm, beginning to fuck her properly, whilst Pru lay back, eyes screwed tight, relishing the supreme sensation of total penetration. Faster and faster. Time stood still for her. She was in heaven! The sound of his testicles slapping against her perineum was music to her ears. Her whole body was responding to the thrill. She loved being fucked roughly. Loved the violence. Loved the feel of cock pounding heavily into her. Her vaginal muscles were clenching the gorgeous shaft filling it, encouraging it to fill her with hot sperm, fulfilling it's prime role. Pru couldn't remember a time when she had been so full of cock, and so thoroughly fucked. Not even with his father! Oh God! I'm going to come, she thought. Yes yes yes!! I'm coming! Oh shit! Arrrrgggghhh!! Her hips bucked, struggling against the heaviness of Derek's bouncing body.. Derek felt her squirming and trembling beneath him, but he was unaware of her violent orgasm, her loins pushing against him, aware only of his own desperate need. He felt full of anger. Stabbing fiercely into the vagina. Then, the familiar stirring deep inside his groin built up, his cock throbbed urgently, until the climax shuddered into a succession of violent ejaculations, filling the vagina with his hot sperm. As the spasms shattered his loins, he bent to take a nipple between his lips, biting and pulling at them. After a few moments of relaxation, enjoying the feeling of satisfaction throughout her whole body, Pru looked at Derek, smiling. 'Thank you,' she said. 'God, I needed that!' 'Me too,' he replied. His cock had remained fully erect, still embedded deep inside her. He needed more! This time he would enjoy it more leisurely. Take his time. 'All the better for being unexpected,' she added. During the violent coupling, Pru had persuaded herself that her daughter would be only too happy for her mother to be enjoying a good fuck with her husband. To her surprise, she felt no shame. And when Derek's hard cock started to slide in and out of her again, slowly and easily, Pru closed her eyes, smiling. The sensation of the thick cock filling her again, stimulating the inner vagina, was almost excruciatingly blissful. Now fully stretched from its earlier activities, the feeling was all pleasure and delight. She lay back, legs wide apart, knees against her shoulders, encouraging full penetration, filling every crevice of her center, enjoying the fulfilment of her deepest sexual desires. Her mind was oblivious to everything except the delicious feeling of being fucked. Yes, she thought, she wanted more. Much more! Take it, and enjoy it while she could. Her fingers reached down, thumb and second finger circling the base of the wet cock sliding in and out of her. Her knuckle stimulated the clitoris, eventually bringing her to another glorious orgasm. But Derek took his time, concentrating on the selfish pleasure of every thrust. Pru was in a continuous state of supreme bliss with the monster cock fucking her beautifully, until, finally, with his rhythm starting to falter, she felt Derek's orgasm building up. Hoping to join in, she quickly rubbed her clit until they both came withing seconds of each other. But, after the ejaculation, his cock was still rock hard. Oh, the wonders of youth, she thought. Pru wiped herself with a tissue before getting her head down on Derek's cock. They spent the rest of the morning exploring each other's body. Tongues, fingers, lips. Pru lost count of the orgasms. Some quiet, others more explosive. Derek managed a weak orgasm inside Pru's cheeks. Eventually they showered together, before Derek had to leave to meet his mother for lunch. Pru was thrilled and fully satisfied with her very first cock-sucking and sperm tasting! She couldn't think why she had left it so long to enjoy a man's weapon in her mouth. But she knew the morning had been a one-off. Was unlikely to be another opportunity for them. Perhaps it was all a dream after all - but the delicious soreness of her pussy reminded her that it was all true! She would have enough memories to feed her self-playing sessions for a lifetime! Her body felt wonderfully relaxed and content, after the previous few days of aching a little in the groin. Friends Ch. 03 Little did she know that her friend Jill would introduce her to dogging in a few weeks time! Friends Ch. 03 Pt. 1 Jane continued to sit on his cock while they watched the movie. Through it she would move around wiggling in his lap feeling his cock twitch inside of her. It was a truly filling feeling being stuffed like that, and she definitely knew she could get used to this. A few times she would start to get up then sit back down saying she forgot what she had been getting up for. Marcus knew what she was doing and let her have her fun as he had all summer to get her back. 40 minutes into the movie Jane did get up and off his throbbing member. She was still hungry and needed more pizza. When she got up there was a small rush as his cock left her body, as well she could feel her juices begin to slowly drip down her leg. Her pussy now left open and feeling empty she began to think that as some point this summer she would have to get one of those close a willy kits, for when Marcus wasn't around to stuff her full of his massive cock. As she got up his cock flopped down against his stomach glistening with her juices. She quickly grabbed a few more slices for herself as well as a few for Marcus and made her way back over to the couch. This time sitting next to him and placing her feet around his big cock. Then she cupped her feet around his member so her toes and heels where touching and began to stroke his cock up and down. "That's some talent you have." He said watching her feet work his cock. "What do you mean?" She asked giving him a grin with a mouth full of pizza. "Well, you are able to stroke my cock with your feet, eat pizza, watch a movie, and oh yeah talk with food in your mouth all at the same time, and without skipping a beat." He responded the sarcasm was clear. Jane just smiled back continuing to stroke his cock between her feet, up and down in a nice slow steady rhythm. This continued for the rest of the movie Marcus could feel the frustration building and he needed to cum. He stood up moving her feet off of his cock then picked up Jane. He wrapped her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist. He placed his hands under her ass lifting her up and sliding her down on his rock hard cock. She smiled big as they began to make out as he lifted her up and down milking his super sensitive hard horny cock. As the sensations began to build he began to walk her toward the closest wall pressing her back up against it for support. He then began to fuck her in a more rhythmic manner, the moans growing in intensity escaping her mouth. Marcus began to lightly nibble and pull on Jane's bottom lip as they continued to kiss passionately. He could feel the tingle begin to grow in his balls and he started to make long hard thrusts now before he pushed his cock in deep and filled her with his load. "Oh... My... Goodness... That was amazing...!" Said Marcus out of breath and gasping for air. He turned around and carried Jane into the bedroom and placed her on the bed before collapsing next to her. "That was hot, but I hope you haven't forgotten about me..." "No worries just need a minute..." With that he sat up crawled up to her and kissed her on the lips before working his way down and stopping between her legs. Jane just laid there with her head down legs up and spread waiting for what would come next. She had watched videos, read stories, and heard about guys who would go down on a girl after he came inside of her. Jane found this to be very hot and a huge turn on. She always felt that if guys expected girls to swallow there load, than they should know what it tasted liked themselves. Laying there and thinking about this made her lose focus and realize he hadn't done anything yet. "You okay down there?" She asked Marcus. "Yes, I'm okay I was just thinking." "What do you mean? What is there to think about?" She asked a little puzzled. "Well I was just considering how exactly I am going to attack this beautiful vagina of yours, not only to tease the heck out of you, but also give you optimal pleasure." Marcus said looking up in her direction meeting her eyes and giving her a playful grin. As he did this he reached up and using just his finger-tips began to lightly run them along the insides of her thighs. Starting on one side and switching to the other but never touching her pussy. He would continually get close to it though never touch it. His fingers tips just barely touching the skin as they ran from her inner thighs down her legs and back up still making sure to get as close to her pussy as he can without touching it. The goose bumps on her legs clearly visible along with the moans escaping her mouth Marcus knew he was doing a good job. Jane really began to squirm at all of this and wanting to add to the teasing Marcus leaned down and began to kiss and suck on her inner thighs. He continued to do this for several minutes before finally making contact with her pussy. Well sort of, he just ran his tongue lightly up and down the outer edge of her pussy lips. "You're such a fucking tease..." Said Jane trying to grab the back of his head and move it close to her pussy. "Takes one to know one, and if you keep trying to grab my head I might just have to tie you up but then again we have all summer for that." Marcus just looked up giving her a grin then went back to teasing her pussy. Slowly moving his tongue up and down her pussy lips barely touching them he was totally enjoying this. Marcus pushed his tongue in between her pussy lips. Stroking it up and down just brushing against her clit this sent a whole new wave of chills up her spine. He began to move his mouth harder into her pussy now sucking on her lips one at a time into his mouth. Then driving his tongue hard into her pussy licking, moving, and flicking it inside of her the taste was amazing. Though hers was the first he had ever had, he recalls listening to the guys in the locker room at school talk about their girlfriends and all had a different opinion on how there girl's pussy tasted. Jane's almost had no taste or even scent, to it at all despite how wet she got. This made him want, to lick and suck her pussy till either his jaw hurt too much or she just couldn't take it anymore. Marcus of course continued to eat her out focusing most of his attention now on her clit. Jane couldn't hold back anymore grabbing the back of his head pulling him into her nice and tight, and screaming to her first orgasms. Once her hands loosened their grip Marcus went back to work sucking up all the new pussy juice from her orgasm. Looking up he could see Jane was clearly exhausted and it had been a long day already, After he had finished cleaning her up he crawled up the bed lying next to her as she rolled over. They were now spooning each other on the bed, a position she would come to enjoy as it placed his cock firmly against her ass. A small grin crossed her face knowing her would forever be wet as long as Marcus's cock was available to play with, or just simply touching her. Friends Ch. 03 Pt. 2 It didn't take long for the two of them to fall asleep after the day's events. It had been an amazingly wonderful day of fun and sexual firsts. Jill had been asleep for what felt like hours when she woke up sweating from head to toe. She slid out of bed trying to go slow as to not disturb Marcus who was clearly out. The drool that was starting to escape the corner of his mouth had been a clear sign he's sleeping good. Jane made her way to the bathroom and after throwing cold water on her face and still feeling quite hot, decided to take a dip in the pool to cool off. Something she has been doing since she learned to swim. She went outside still being quiet not to alarm Marcus and still butt naked. Making her way down to the pool she noticed a slight fog over the water as she got closer and sat on the edge slipping into the cool water. Jane began to float around the pool on her back relaxing and taking in the night sky. Ever since she was a kid she always enjoyed swimming at night. The sometimes cool air on her wet body would feel exhilarating. Her parents left the pool open year round since it had a heater attached to it. They also had a canopy with retractable sides they could close in the winter. Jane continued to float around for a while relaxing in the water. She would even flip over doing some laps up and down the length of the pool. When her mind began to drift back to the events of earlier that day it caused a familiar tingle to grow in her pussy. After several laps she couldn't take it anymore and swam over to the side of the pool by the steps. Once there she coasted on it spinning and planting her butt firmly on the bottom step. This left her stomach and lower half under the water, and the rest exposed to the slight breeze blowing under the summer sky. This cool air caused her nipples to become erect adding to the excitement that was growing down below. She leaned back and first used both hands to reach up and tweak her nipples, pinching and pulling on them. This sent little shockwaves of pleasure down her body so she began to twisting them harder. The right nipple for whatever reason has always been more sensitive than the left. So she left her right hand to torment her right nipple and using her left hand began to rub her pussy lips together between her index and middle fingers. As she continued to massage and work them up and down the length of her pussy squeezing her fingers together to create friction. A soft moan escaped her mouth as she began to slip her middle finger between her lips teasing her clit. Jane was just starting to get into it and work her way to another intense orgasm, when she thought she heard a noise. She stopped suddenly to listen and just look around with her eyes. When she didn't see or hear anything she went back to work on her pussy, but there was no mistaking it this time when she heard it again and knew that someone was out there. Jane spun around and didn't see anything. This time she climbed out of the pool and began to look around. Stopping when she thought she saw something near some bushes. "I can see you in there, show yourself now!" She called out while deep down hoping it was just some animal. Waiting several seconds before repeating herself with a more stern and serious voice. "If you don't come out now I'm gonna call the cops... (After a few seconds) Fine have it your way." Jane said turning to get her phone. "NO...WAIT!" Came the panicked voice from the bushes. "Please, don't call them I'm sorry I'll do anything, just don't make that call!" Jane spun around and stood in shock as a female wearing a sun dress, which was pretty much see through came out of the bushes. Once the girl was all the way out and cowering in front of her, she recognized her as Jill the pizza girl from earlier that day. "Why were you watching me?" "I'm really sorry I've always had a thing for you and Marcus and when I came earlier I just couldn't help it I had to see more, please I'm really sorry." Jane looked her over she could see the girls perky little tits and hard nipples through her dress. Not to mention her pussy which though shaved was also visible as her dress had ridden up when she climbed out of the bushes. Her mind began to race she had always been curious of what it'd be like with a girl, the thought of having a submissive toy made her pussy twitch. "Did you mean it when you said you'd do anything?" Jill just nodded knowing she couldn't have the cops called on her again. This hadn't been the first time she had been caught spying on others and her parents would freak if the cops brought her home again. "Well, then prove it. Take your dress off fold it nicely and place it on the chair behind you. Then come back over here and stand before me arms on top of your head." Jill just stood there for a second, wondering if Jane was serious. She had been a submissive slave to an older woman last summer. Of course no one knew about it, and her parents never caught on to it despite the 3-4 times a week she would deliver pizza to the same house as her last stop for the night. Of course she had met Miss Sue delivering pizza when Miss Sue made her husband and cuckold answer the door nude. They had thought it was going to be Bobby the usual delivery guy. Little did they know he quit unexpectedly two nights before. But she soon became a submissive to Miss Sue and would play with her and her slave husband. Though the idea of playing with another girl her own age was curious to her, she never expected for it to happen. Most of the girls in school and from around town thought she was weird but mostly just because she had always been a shy and quiet girl. "Why are you hesitating? Guess you weren't serious. Cops it is!" Jane said interrupting Jill's flashback of thoughts. "No...Please... I am serious look!" Said Jane practically ripping the dress from her body, folding it and placing it on the chair behind her then sprinting over to Jane where she quickly stopped and placed her hands on her head. Jane just stood there looking her over. "From this point on for the rest of the summer you will be my slave, you will do what I say when I say it. If you hesitate even the slightest bit the deal is off, and I call your parents and the cops. Understand?" "Yes." "Good, Rule number #1 you will always address me as Ma'am or Mrs. J. You will only speak when spoken to. So, how long have you been watching me?" "A few hours Ma'am" "Wow, so you came back after delivering the pizza and have been out here watching me and Marcus and all that we were doing? How did you get off work so early?" "My parents own the pizza place so it's easy to leave early. I told them I got invited to a weekend sleepover. Also, yes I was watching what I could see from down here of what the two of you were doing Ma'am." "Well, a weekend sleepover that is good to know, so I can take my time with you for the moment. So, where you playing with yourself watching me swim and then rub my pussy?" "No, Ma'am." Jane stood there looking her over trying to read her face. Then she stepped forward moving closer to Jill reaching down and running her hand along her pussy lips. This caused the girl to jump slightly but hold her position, she wasn't expecting her knew Mistress to touch her so soon. As Jane pulled her hand away and held it up it was covered it wetness. "You're a liar, and will be punished now for lying and for your earlier hesitation. Now does this turn you on being my slave?" "Yes, Ma'am!" Jane held out her hand. "Good lick it clean." Jill stepped forward took a hold of her by the wrist and began to lick and suck on Jane's fingers getting all of her pussy juices off. This only increased her turn on level and she could now feel her juices beginning to run down her leg. As she continued to suck each finger into her mouth slowly to clean it off, Jill reached forward with her other hand and began to pinch and pull on her left nipple. Tugging it hard causing her perky little tits to form a cone shape as Jill moaned around the finger in her mouth. The nipple torture continued as Jill switched back and forth between them as Jill cleaned her hand. She licked every finger on Jane's hand watching as she pulled away to inspect it, before crossing her arms over her chest. "That was a good job, now I want you to jump in the pool and go swim up over by those steps." Jill nodding in agreement as she walked over to the deep end to jump in Jane went back over to resume her position on the steps. Once there she waved Jill into the pool the younger girl dove right in like a true swimmer, she stayed under for most of the way surfacing just a few feet away from Jane and swimming up to her. "Very good and nice form, now since you interrupted me before and I didn't get to finish playing with my pussy, you are going to finish for me." "Yes, Ma'am." Said Jane swimming up and then beginning to run her fingers up and down Jane's pussy lips getting a nice feel for how smooth it is. She did wondered while watching her and Marcus what Jane's pussy would feel and taste like soon she will know. She continued to lightly rub the outside of her pussy then without warning moved up Jane's body and moving her head down sucked Jane's right nipple into her mouth. Moving her tongue over it flicking it with the same rhythm and sequence she was using on her clit drove Jane wild. Every now and then she would lightly grave her teeth over the nipple as she pulled up on it. Soft moans were escaping Jane's mouth, than as soon as it started it stopped. Jane who had thrown her head back as soon as her nipple entered Jane's mouth looked up made a brief eye contact with Jill before she went under the water and began to suck on Jane's pussy lips. Pulling them into her mouth one at a time and moving her tongue all around, than slightly running her teeth over them. She stopped briefly to come back up for air looked up and could see the lust in Jane's eyes that where now looking down at her. With that Jane reached down pulled her up and began to kiss her deeply and passionately. Jill had to use her right hand to steady herself as they kissed deeply and with her left hand she slipped two fingers deep inside of Jane's pussy and began to finger fuck her in long slow strokes. Jane lost all control and was now kissing her hard nibbling on lower lip. The feeling of the fingers in her pussy was driving her crazy. She rolled Jill off of her pushed herself up and stood up and began to climb out of the pool, turning back she motioned with her finger for Jill to follow which she quickly did. They made their way over to a covered outdoor area that had a couch like patio furniture. Jane pushed Jill down on her back and climbed on top of her straddling her face. Jill immediately reached up sinking 3 fingers all the way into her pussy stroking her nice and hard, while also sucking hard on her clit this time. Jane began to moan loudly this time, and bucking her hips and grinding down hard on the girls face covering it in her juices. Jill loved the feeling of being forced to suck pussy it only made her suck harder and now begin to nibble on her clit. She began to really fuck her hard with her fingers at the same time, when she felt Jane's legs clamp against the sides of her head she knew an orgasm was close. This would be true as no sooner did she think that did she feel Jane squeeze tighter on her head and grind her pussy down hard to the point Jill could barely breathe. She pulled her fingers away shoving her tongue in just in time to feel the flood of fluid filling her mouth. She felt Jane let up a bit and she began to lick her pussy clean, before Jane rolled off of her moving over to a nearby chair where she collapsed. Once again in a manner of seconds Jane had passed out and began to sleep in the chair. Jill just stayed where she was face glistening and covered in pussy juice. Wanting badly to touch herself but she knew better than to do so without permission. After sleeping for several hours and with the sun now beginning to rise Jane began to move opening her eyes to realize what she thought was an amazing dream was in fact reality. She always did have a habit of doing things in her sleep that she usually did remember in the morning but this, no this she definitely remembered. Plus, the naked girl lying on the couch next to her was clarity that it had happened. "That was amazing, if I didn't know any better I would think that wasn't your first time." Said Jane, looking at her new toy who opened her eyes and turned her head when she heard her Mistresses voice. "Well you are right about your assumption, it's a bit of a long story, but I have done this before, Ma'am." "Ok, then you'll have to fill me in on that story sometime. But for now I need to get back to bed, before Marcus wakes and wonders where I am. You I have an idea for one of your punishments and a little surprise for when Marcus wakes up." With that Jane stood up as did Jill and then made their way toward the apartment, Jill walking in front of Jane as she admired the girls cute little ass before her, grinning and thinking of all the fun she is going to have with this toy. The End... Friends Ch. 04 Steve slowly slid his tongue into Amy's mouth, just as he had done with her sex. He found her tongue waiting for him, and they began to eagerly kiss each other. He felt Amy begin to run her hands over his back, moving closer and closer to his hips. Up till now, he had been careful to keep his hips away from hers. But now he moved his hips forward a few inches, until his firm shaft rubbed lightly against Amy's clit. He was a little surprised, almost startled when she gasped and pulled suddenly away from the kiss. "You're hard already?" "Already? I've been hard for at least five minutes. And besides, you're the one who came a few minutes ago not me. I've had plenty of time to recover. And watching and listening to you cum was a huge turn on for me." "I'm glad you enjoyed the show," she said seductively. Amy smiled up at Steve playfully, her hands moving around to cup his balls and stroke his shaft. She noticed that he wasn't completely hard, so she took her time getting him there. They didn't kiss again, instead staring into one another's eyes, waiting for their moment. Just thinking about being inside Amy was more than enough to get Steve hard. Having her jerk him off while they stared at each other just made it even faster. Finally, Steve couldn't wait any longer. "Are you nervous?" he asked softly. "A little," she said, sounding small even to herself. Amy was nervous more about Steve's size than anything else. She knew he would be gentle and considerate, and she already knew they would have fun. But it had been a while for her now, so it might be a little uncomfortable to start. But feeling how wet she was, she wasn't overly worried. Steve felt Amy pull his shaft forward, guiding his head towards her sex. His head touched her lips, and he felt how warm and wet they were, waiting to be parted for his entry. He looked down at Amy, who had never looked more beautiful, and she seemed to almost settle into the bed. Then a thought hammered through to his brain. "What about a condom?" "Not this time. I'm on the pill anyway." Steve pushed his hips forward slowly, his head pushing past her lips easily before being resisted by her insides. Amy still held his shaft as he increased the pressure, until finally he was inside. Her sex gave way to his in almost a rush, taking in his first two inches before he could stop himself. Steve wanted to slam forward, until his balls slapped against her ass and he was engulfed in her heat. But he saw something in her face, almost a flinch as he penetrated her that made him stop instantly. "You okay?" he asked, concern clear in his voice. "Jesus you're thick," Amy said. "Yeah, sorry about that," Steve said a little sheepishly. "Don't be, I like it." With that, Amy pulled Steve down by the neck, kissing him passionately before saying, "I want to feel all of you inside me." Steve pushed his hips forward, slowly, until Amy felt his hips pushing against hers. "Just stay here for a second," she whispered, closing her eyes and memorizing what he felt like while she adjusted to his girth. "I could stay here a lot longer than that." "Stay as long as you like." They smiled at one another for a moment until Amy gave a slight nod of her head. Steve slowly pulled away from Amy, almost completely, and then slowly forward until he was engulfed inside her again. Each stroke got less and less of that little flinch from Amy, letting Steve eventually work in and out of her in a steady and deliberate rhythm. Amy ran her hands all over Steve's back, sometimes holding his head in her hands, then running them down to just above his backside. She decided she'd been with one guy longer, but none as thick, and he felt delicious filling her up. He was resting on his forearms, holding his head scant inches from hers, occasionally leaning down to give her a light, playful kiss. "God you feel wonderful Steve," she said up to him. She could let him do this all night, but she could tell he wanted release. There was an added little push with his hips now at the end of every thrust. "If you only knew how good this felt for me." Amy had some idea, but she knew it could be better. Both Amy and Steve's breath was coming faster now, and she saw the look in his eyes intensify with every thrust. She knew he was holding back, waiting for her to tell him it was ok. Without saying anything, she pushed Steve's shoulders away from her, lightly. Steve thanked god that Amy was ready for more. He would definitely last longer going slow and deliberate, but her tight pussy just felt too good for that right now. He buried himself inside her up to his balls before repositioning. He got up onto his hands and brought his knees forward a little, taking some of the weight off of his arms and giving himself better leverage. Amy opened her legs a little more, her ankles coming to rest on top of Steve's calves. Just thinking about having Steve deeply pumping his thick meat into her made her heart hammer in her chest for a second. If it was possible, she felt like she got even wetter just thinking about it. "I want you Steve," she said impulsively. Steve had never heard words that sounded better. He drew himself out of Amy and quickly pushed himself back into her, firmly pushing into her hips. If he was looking for a reason to take it slow, all he got was a soft moan from her. He didn't hesitate after that, thrusting his prick in and out determinedly. He watched Amy's face intently, taking delight in her faces of pleasure. From there he let his eyes wander down her body, watching the subtle shaking of her soft breasts as he impacted against her body. He was still holding back, wanting to make sure she had as long as possible to climax before he lost it. He knew he could lose it pretty much whenever he wanted. When Steve's eyes moved away from hers, Amy let her own eyes do some appreciating. She liked that Steve had been so intent on watching her during sex, but now she also liked that he was admiring her body in action too. So she admired his body in action. She decided that Steve was definitely sexier when he was having sex. She ran her hands up his well-muscled arms, feeling his tensed muscles as he supported himself over her. Her hands and eyes roamed over his chest, where there was a cute little patch of hair. She smiled at that, glad that Steve was looking elsewhere. He would have known she was smiling about something. Amy raised her head up a little as her hands moved down Steve's torso, stopping them when they reached his stomach. There was just enough light in the room for her to make out the lines of his six-pack as he flexed with every thrust. She looked past her hands for a moment, admiring how sexy it looked to watch his thick shaft moving in and out of her. Steve himself was watching the very same thing. There was enough light for him to see Amy's juices shining on his shaft when he pulled out, only to be replaced by more as he plunged back inside. Her pussy looked almost as good as it felt wrapped around his cock. Steve decided to pick up the pace a little, his balls starting to swing with the force of every push. "Ooohhh, fuck me Steve," Amy groaned, almost like there was a weight on her chest. Steve didn't need any more encouragement. He resumed watching Amy's face, no longer concerned if she was uncomfortable. With how wet she was there was more than enough lubrication. He drew his hips back as far as they would go, his head barely inside Amy before hammering his hips forward. Amy half grunted, half moaned when she felt the impact. She felt Steve drawing back for more and had to hold her hips back from trying to fuck him. Instead, she dropped her hands away from Steve's body. Now that he was more upright, there wasn't much friction against her clit, so Amy started to fondle it herself while Steve drove himself into her time and again. "Don't stop Steve," Amy commanded, "don't stop fucking me." Steve only increased the power of his thrusting, until he was fucking Amy harder than he had ever fucked anyone before. He could feel the electricity in his balls building, but fought it off as best he could. Amy's lurid moaning was definitely not helping Steve last longer, but he loved it anyway. He was just thankful he'd already came tonight or he'd have lost it long ago. Amy loved having Steve pound her pussy like this, her body jarring violently with every impact of his thick cock. She reached her arms out behind her, bracing herself against the headboard. Even she wasn't ready for the next impact, so her arms gave way a little. Still, it was enough that her body didn't move as much, letting her take more of Steve's pounding. After that, her arms never wavered, and her body barely moved as Steve rammed himself deeper and deeper. "Yes Steve!" she yelled, "Fuck me! Fuck my tight little pussy!" Steve fought off his climax mightily, relishing every extra thrust he got. Since Amy had braced herself against the headboard, it had rapidly become a losing struggle. He had to contend against the sound of her gasping and moaning, along with the dirty talk. Add on to that the very noticeable sound of the headboard beating against the wall and his balls slapping wetly against her ass, and Steve knew it was only moments now. Amy closed her eyes, so Steve once again looked down her body. Her tits were bouncing wildly with his every thrust, making his balls scream for release. He looked farther down and watched her glistening pussy take everything his pounding cock could give and it was too much. "Amy I'm going to cum," he said, his voice tight with the strain. "Don't stop Steve, I want to feel you cum inside of me." And with that Steve threw his head back as he thrust again into Amy. Her soft velvety pussy took him deep inside and Steve felt the energy in his balls erupt. His whole body tensed as his dick blasted out wave after wave of his cum. His orgasm was just as intense as his first, which made it hard for him to concentrate on the sounds of Amy cumming beneath him. But from the sounds of it, hers was just as powerful. Finally, he collapsed on top of Amy, completely breathless. "Amy..." Steve started, wanting to say something but unable to find the words. "Mmmm Steve," Amy purred underneath him, completely content. Amy wrapped Steve in her arms, as best she could, hugging him tightly into her body. She stroked the back of his head while he caught his breath, since she remembered him saying he liked that once. Steve took in a deep breath, smelling Amy's skin so close, her scent mixing with sweat. He could feel his erection waning inside her and pulled himself out. He pulled his head back enough to look down into her bright brown eyes before kissing her. Since he couldn't say anything, he figured this would get his point across. Minutes later, Steve rolled off of Amy, letting her curl up in his arms before falling asleep. Friends Ch. 05 Steve was having a great dream, the kind he used to love having before they started coming true. He was dreaming about Amy sucking his dick. She was doing a great job, as she always had, and Steve was trying not to blow his load too fast. He loved the sensations, but felt himself waking up. He tried to stay asleep, but couldn't. But as his eyes fluttered open, he still felt Amy's mouth. He lifted his head, waking up, and watched the top of her head bobbing up and down. He dropped his head back on the pillow with a loud sigh. "I was wondering if you were gonna wake up, or just blow it in my mouth asleep," Amy said. "God Amy," Steve said, his voice still hoarse with sleep and now excitement. Amy dropped her head back down, smiling to herself. She had woken up about fifteen minutes earlier to find Steve with morning wood. She had always wanted to wake up a guy with a blowjob, so she thought this was the perfect time, and guy, to try it on. She had been surprised by how hard he had been already, but had quickly gone to work. It had taken him maybe five minutes to wake up, and she was glad he had. It was more fun when he was awake, even though it had been oddly thrilling to suck his dick without him knowing it. Steve lay on the bed, completely relaxed. Amy was laying half-across his body, blocking his view, so he closed his eyes and focused on his other senses. She was again letting her own mouth lubricate his shaft, and she made no effort to keep the sucking sounds down. Steve thought there was just about nothing as sexy as listening to Amy noisily slurping on his cock. This morning now she was using her hand more, holding him right below her lips, so that when she went down, she covered his entire dick. She also twisted her hand a little, making it all the harder to hold back. Amy rocked her head up and down steadily, waiting for Steve to start squirming, letting her know he was close. She also noticed he didn't put his hands on her head, not that she minded that. But she liked that he was letting her take care of everything. She took his rod out of her mouth, fondling him with her hand, and kissed her way down his shaft. She started kissing his balls, running her tongue between them, and then taking one and then the other into her mouth. She made sure she wasn't quiet about any of it. "God you give great head," Steve said down to her. Steve propped a pillow behind his head so he could at least watch her head moving, but Amy was already moving in between his legs. Steve stared past his dick in her hand, watching her tits sway back and forth as she settled onto her knees. Once again, she kept her ass up in the air, almost teasing Steve with it. He decided that if he didn't cum in the next few minutes, he'd fuck her doggystyle. What a great way to start the day. "I'm sorry, I forgot you like to watch," Amy said, jerking him off in both of her hands for the moment. "Oh, that's ok, you were doing great," Steve said. He then watched as Amy opened her mouth exaggeratedly, and slowly took his throbbing cock into her mouth. He stared back at her the entire time, watching her watch him as she started to suck his dick again. He was forced to bite his lip when he felt her start using her tongue, massaging the underside of his shaft as she moved her mouth over him. He wasn't going to last those few minutes he figured. He could already feel his impending orgasm building inside him. Her lips were just so damn soft, and she had just the right amount of suction. Frankly, it was an effort to last more than two minutes when she went down on him. Amy broke eye contact and leaned forward, straightening her neck over Steve's rigid hard-on. She knew guys loved deepthroating, so she had worked on it until she was pretty good at it. She always had trouble with the first time down her throat, but after that it would relax and she could take almost anything. She just hoped she could take Steve. Steve watched his cock disappear deeper and deeper into Amy's mouth, and he realized what she was doing. Jesus, he'd never had a girl even try to take him all the way. He was almost all the way in when he felt his head reach the back of her throat, but she kept pushing her head down. He could hear and feel Amy choke down his last couple of inches, but she never backed off until he felt her nose press against his stomach. "Fuckin' A, Amy," Steve said in amazement. "Do you like that," she asked, her eyes a little watery from the effort when she came up for air. "God yes, but you don't have-"he tried, but was cut off by Amy already taking him into her mouth again. If she kept deepthroating him, he wasn't going to last much longer. This time Amy took in Steve's entire cock much more easily, her throat beginning to relax. As it did, she sped up, taking his cock down her throat faster and faster. She felt him start to squirm under her, and knew he was close. She wondered if he wanted to cum down her throat, or into her mouth. "Do you want to cum down my throat or in my mouth?" She decided to just ask. "Fuck Amy," Steve said in amazement. "Whatever you like better," he finally answered. Amy went back to work, licking up his shaft before taking him in her mouth again. That hadn't helped her much, as she liked having him cum in her mouth, but thought he'd really like to cum deep inside her throat. She decided to let him try something he hadn't so far. Steve felt his orgasm quickly approaching, and Amy must have too. She deepthroated him like an expert, rapidly bringing her head up before shoving his cock all the way back in. He felt his head hit the back of her throat every time, and the sensation was more than he could bear. "Fuck, Amy I'm cumming," Steve grunted suddenly. In answer, Amy shoved her mouth over Steve's dick, taking him deeper than even before. Steve suddenly felt Amy's tongue begin licking his balls and he came powerfully. He felt his balls empty themselves, all the while Amy licking them, and he collapsed back onto the bed. Amy brought her head up, and Steve could see she hadn't swallowed all of his creamy semen. He watched her lick her sticky lips and swallow as she used her hand to continue stroking him. He could still feel some of his own cum on his dick, mixed with her saliva, and it helped her hand move smoothly up and down. "You mentioned you liked me jerking you off with your own cum, so I just thought..." Amy trailed off seductively. When she had woken up she was just feeling playful, but now she was thoroughly turned on. "Well you thought right," Steve said smiling. Amy was obviously turned on, which amazed Steve. He had done nothing to her, and she got excited from giving him a blowjob. He thought she might be the perfect woman. "I'm going to take a shower," she said, leaving the invitation hanging obviously for him. The look on her face had not changed, even while Steve's prick was nearly completely limp now. Only then did she back off the bed and head towards the bathroom. Amy watched Steve over her shoulder, her adrenaline continuing to pump as his eyes moved over her body. She could tell he was staring at her backside, so she made sure to add an extra sway to her hips for him, even though she was sure he would be quick to follow anyway. And Steve was, though he waited until she got the water running. Then he bounced off the bed and walked hurriedly to the shower. Amy had of course left the door open and hadn't even bothered to close the shower curtain either. Steve watched her for a second - she was just getting her hair wet, her hands wiping it away from her beautiful face. The water poured over her naked form, her smooth skin glistening in the light. Steve let his eyes wander over her body again, still not used to the idea he could see her naked like this at will. Amy finally turned to look at Steve, finding her little performance for him further exhilaration. She gave Steve a look that made it clear he shouldn't still be standing there while letting her hands run down her own body until she held each breast. She could feel the heat between her legs growing until her whole body felt on fire. Steve at last stepped into the shower, watching Amy intently. She turned to meet him, sliding her hands onto his chest as his own hands settled on her hips. Her skin was hot from the water and excitement. They pulled each other closer in unison, their mouths opening gladly to kiss each other. Amy felt herself melting into Steve's arms, her entire body relaxing against his. His body was strong and solid, emphasizing her opposing femininity. She loved the way he made her feel, like no man before had ever done. She moved her hands to hold his head, pulling him down to her. She kissed Steve harder, pushing her tongue against his aggressively. She was sure that even though he wanted to, Steve couldn't get hard just yet. She wanted him to anyway though and her kiss reflected that. Steve tried to keep up with Amy, but she was nearly out of control. Her mouth attacked his with abandon, her tongue shoving roughly into his mouth only to dart out to lick his lips. Steve decided it was time he took some control of the situation, as well as give Amy some release. He pushed forward gently but firmly, until Amy took a step back. He turned her as he moved, pinning her against the back wall of the shower. When she started to lift a leg he grabbed it by her tight hamstring and lifted it high onto his hip. He moved his other hand to fondle her breast, their mouths still locked passionately. Amy moaned into Steve's mouth when she felt his hand massage her breast, pushing herself into his grasp. His hands felt so big on her body and made her feel so good. She wished again he would get hard, but it had really been only minutes since he'd cum down her throat. Just the thought of that made her want him more, and she thought she might climax just kissing him right there. When he started to grind his hips into hers, which she had opened for him in the vain hope he was ready so soon, she moaned again. She could feel the meat of his member pressing into her, still too soft to be inside her. With that moan, Steve knew he had to do something. To not would be cruel indeed, but more than that, he wanted to. He loved everything about making Amy cum, from the way she felt to how she sounded. He let his left hand drop from Amy's chest and start sliding down her body. He shifted his wait, taking his hips away from hers to make room for his hand. Amy lightly pushed him away, finally breaking their kiss and giving Steve more room. He was still holding her leg up, and when his hand approached her aching pussy he felt her lift it still higher in anticipation. "Steve," Amy moaned out, his hand so close now. She was just leaning back now, her weight resting against the wall while she waited for Steve's touch. Her arms hung useless by her side, her legs open and waiting while she stared up at Steve urgently. His fingers slid over her, lightly, too lightly. She arched her back, trying to move her sex against his hand but he moved with her. As much as she needed him to touch her, she couldn't help but smile a little at his game. It was a game they both played against each other, and they both played well. Steve smiled right back, waiting for her to back down. When she did, he subtly increased the pressure of his hand while he rubbed over her lips, his hand growing slick with her juices. While he teased and toyed with her twat, he let his eyes fall from her face down to her chest. Her breathing was shallow and quick, her breasts rising and falling with each breath. Her dark nipples were erect, waiting for his touch, but he couldn't reach them. "You want to play with my tits don't you?" "If only I could," he said, looking her in the eyes again. "I guess I'll just have to do it for you then," she said, enjoying the fact she could still tease him even now. Steve watched in fascination as Amy started to softly touch and squeeze her breasts. Without really thinking about it he started to match her hands with his own, letting one finger slide just inside her wet lips. Her chest heaved with the sudden intake of breath, holding there as Steve finally slid his finger into her molten pussy. Amy almost came right then, Steve's finger felt so good. She pushed her hips down against his hand, urging him to keep going. His finger moved inside her, mirroring her grinding. Amy started massaging her tits more firmly, giving Steve even more of a show. It seemed that was when he had finally given her what she wanted. Steve couldn't take it anymore and leaned down, taking one breast into his mouth. Amy cried out a little, so Steve added another finger inside her box, getting yet another tiny scream. He started sucking Amy's tits, moving from one to the other while he fucked her with his fingers. It wasn't long after that Amy came. She held tightly to Steve's head, pulling his mouth harder onto her chest, her hips crushing hard against Steve's hand. She closed her eyes, her mouth hanging open in a silent scream until she felt her body begin to relax. Steve finally lifted his head up but only so he could kiss Amy. She kissed him back, matching his tenderness even though he was still playing with her sex. His hand was covered with her juices, though the shower was quickly washing them off. He didn't stop kissing her either, only kept playing with her. Amy absolutely didn't mind any of it, but thought maybe it was time to get ready for the day. She let her leg fall from Steve's hip, or at least tried to. When she did, Steve gripped the back of her leg firmly and held her leg in place. She suddenly felt Steve kiss her deeply while simultaneously fingering her deeply again. Amy stopped trying to get away immediately, instead holding Steve's head against hers as their mouths once again played passionately with each other. Her other hand she let fall down between them, moving to mirror Steve's hand when she searched out his package. Steve couldn't stop the moan when he felt Amy's touch, only kissed her deeply. Her fingers encircled his member, giving him a gentle squeeze before lightly stroking him. He wanted her to keep going, but he had already come up with a plan for the shower. He broke away from the kiss, also pulling her soft hand away from his prick. "Not yet," he said in response to Amy's confused look. "But I want it now," she said, being both playful and truthful. "Then you'll just have to wait," he scolded. "So what do I get instead," she asked, already getting aroused again. For an answer, Steve leaned forward and lightly licked Amy's earlobe, smiling widely at her long moan of understanding. He kissed the base of her neck, letting her moan all she liked before moving on. He knelt down quickly, bypassing the rest of her body even though he could have spent hours on it. Amy looked down at Steve as he started to kiss her lower stomach and thighs. The leg that had been on his hip was now draped lazily over his shoulder. She knew that she loved the sex, but more than that, she loved being exposed to Steve. It was another feeling that she'd never felt before. She arched her back when Steve's tongue finally touched her sex. He licked the length of her lips, the hot tip of his tongue parting her just barely. Amy let her arms hand limply by her sides again, letting Steve take all the time he wanted. Like the night before, Steve started kissing her sex lightly, as if he were kissing her mouth. Amy loved how it felt, how everything with Steve felt, but especially how he built her up so high. To show her appreciation Amy started running her hands through Steve's wet hair, incredibly turned on by the sight of him between her legs. She imagined this was what it was like when Steve watched her sucking his dick, a thought that made her understand him a little more. When Steve's tongue began to probe Amy's electric clit she forgot all about the understanding though. As quickly as it was there, his tongue was gone again, pushing into her pussy a second later. Amy was amazed at how good Steve was at eating her pussy. His hot mouth moved over her sex expertly, turning her on but never too far. With each passing minute she felt the sexual energy gathering in her body, waiting for that instant of release. "Your mouth feels so good Steve," she said, the energy near to bursting. She felt Steve increase his tempo and pressure, deeply licking inside of Amy, making her moan his name. She was having a hard time holding back now, her body completely overwhelmed with pleasure. Amy closed her eyes, focusing on Steve's mouth working her pussy. Even when she felt Steve push two fingers into her pussy again, she kept her eyes shut. She let out a sound that was somewhere between a whimper and a scream though. She started to subtly rock her hips in time with Steve's hand, but not wanting to interrupt his mouth. "Oh God Steve," she whispered. "Make me cum baby...I need to cum so bad..." she continued on, her voice rising to a whimper and then begging. Her climax finally washed over her, slow and deep. Her body convulsed spasmodically and her eyes squeezed tight. Her whimpering and begging turned into grunting and moaning while Steve's tongue massaged her clit and his fingers penetrated her quivering pussy. Amy slowly opened her eyes, struggling to stay on her feet. Her knees were weak and ready to buckle, only Steve holding her up. She smiled down at him dreamily, his mouth and fingers gently massaging her sex before she finally felt them leave her. Steve quickly kissed his way up her body, his hands following up her sides once her leg dropped from his shoulder. He could tell she was having trouble standing, which he took as an immense compliment. He couldn't completely bypass her breasts this time, only stopping briefly to nuzzle her soft flesh. Amy returned Steve's kiss, completely spent though. She felt like she had just run a marathon, her lungs and muscles burning from the exertion. Gradually, under the hot water and Steve's loving embrace she regained her strength. The two finally broke apart and began to wash each other, laughing and teasing as they did. They touched each other playfully as they started their day, both of them already looking forward to what it held for them. Friends Ch. 06 After their epic shower, which from the clock had lasted nearly an hour, they quickly got dressed and headed downstairs for breakfast. If either Steve or Amy had known what the other was thinking while they were getting dressed, their breakfast would have been further delayed. As it was, they were the last two downstairs. Neither noticed the weird looks everyone gave them, and each other, when they did finally show up. Kurt was making French toast for everyone, so Steve and Amy quickly dug in, each surprised at how hungry they were. "So how'd you guys sleep?" Kurt asked, putting yet another piece of toast on Steve's plate. "Probably a lot more than you two," piped in Jake, getting a laugh from everyone. "You and Lindsay could've woken the dead last night." "Yes, Jake, we get it. I promise you though, next time we'll try to be extra loud, just for you," Kurt said, whapping Jake on the head with the spatula. "But seriously, you guys slept alright? It wasn't too cold or anything?" "No, no everything was great," Steve said, trying not to think about how great it really had been. The rest of breakfast was spent trying to decide what to do for the day. The cabin was pretty isolated, and with a lot of empty land around there were pretty much no limitations on what they could do. The guys talked about maybe fishing while the girls were leaning towards going into town. Neither Amy nor Steve was excited about splitting up right away, but their representative groups had decided for them. An hour or so after breakfast, the two parties started getting ready for their respective endeavors. Amy followed Steve back up to the room to get her purse while he changed into some clothes for fishing. It was fall, so the outside was cool but not yet cold. Amy sat on the bed while Steve dug through his bag for a sweatshirt. She thought back over the past 12 hours and everything that had happened. She'd never felt like this for a guy before, and all of her worst fears about being with Steve had completely disappeared. The only thing she was sure of now was how happy he made her, with or without clothes on. "Alright, you girls stay out of trouble," Steve said, standing up straight. "And you guys don't get yourselves killed out there," Amy said, moving to stand directly in front of him. "Do any of you actually, you know, fish?" "What's to know? Bate the hook, cast the rod, sit back and wait. It was good enough to land you wasn't it?" Steve smiled broadly down at Amy, thinking it would've been too cheesy to tell her she was the catch of his life. "Maybe if you hadn't been so bashful with that rod casting you wouldn't have had to wait so long," Amy teased before leaning up for a kiss. Their lips met softly, Steve's arms encircling Amy's waist and pulling her closer. He immediately felt blood begin to flow towards his groin, making him ache with the knowledge it would have to wait. Amy would have kissed him for as long as possible, but he finally pushed her away, gently. She just stared up at him, still a little surprised he could make her feel this good. She hoped she had the same affect on him, but her question was quickly answered when she saw the same look on his face that must've been on hers. "Alright, we gotta go," Steve finally said, the disappointment obvious. They both walked back downstairs, unsure if they should hold hands or anything, or if this was going to be a secret. Without knowing, they both cursed themselves for not at least trying to find out if it was to be a secret or not. Steve and Amy split up for the day hoping it wouldn't come up. At least for Steve, that hope would hold out for at least one more day. Amy on the other hand, barely had the car door shut when the other girls started trying to find out if something was going on. At first, during the drive in to town, Lindsay and Stacy were at least subtle about it, asking sideways questions that Amy easily sidestepped. It wasn't until they left the grocery store the two other girls just came out with their suspicions. All three had been close, especially since college. They told each other everything, and had on a couple of occasions, shared everything. So there was no one that Amy trusted more, except maybe Steve. So she knew she had to tell them, even though they would give her crap about it. "Alright, if I just tell you what happened, will you two just drop it?" Amy asked, trying to sound annoyed but knowing too much excitement had crept through. "So something did happen!" Lindsay and Stacy yelled, almost simultaneously. "Yes, something did happen last night," Amy started. "As soon as you walked downstairs, we knew it," Stacy said. "Well, we were getting ready for bed, and Steve went to brush his teeth while I changed. When he came out, I thought maybe he was hard, but I wasn't sure, I didn't get a good look." "Apparently you just needed to wait," Lindsay teased. They certainly weren't going to make this easy. "Shut up. Anyway, I think maybe he saw me changing. So when I brushed my teeth, I started thinking about him. And not like, anything close to what I thought about before. For some reason, I wondered how big he really was." Amy's voice lowered conspiratorially, as if the three of them were back in junior high. "I mean, from his ex's and stuff I figured he was at least not small. And when I thought about that, I started wondering what it would be like to actually sleep with him. And now how it might affect our friendship kind of stuff either. Before I even got into bed, I was wondering what he'd feel like, if he was good or not." "And?" Stacy asked before Lindsay could scold her to have some patience. "So I got into bed feeling...really curious, let's say. My nipples were hard already, and not from the cold air. I saw him looking too, which only turned me on more. So we were lying in bed and Steve was being the usual perfect gentleman, so I knew I'd have to make the first move." "Well, you have made it pretty clear there were no 'benefits' in your friendship," Lindsay said. "I know, I know, which is why I knew I'd have to start it. But I was sure if I did, that he wouldn't object, and at this point I really wanted to. Not because I was horny, but because it was him that was getting me excited. "So I grabbed his arm and pulled him next to me so we were spooning. We started talking and flirting like we always do, and then I brought up you and Kurt. I asked him if he liked it when a girl is loud like that." "Kurt sure as hell does," Lindsay said, smiling. "Turns out, so does Steve. Anyway, after a while of discussing our preferences, I for sure felt his dick pushing into me. But he of course tried to back away, so I just pushed my ass back into him. Jesus, my heart was pounding too! He was already pretty hard, and everything we've heard about his size was true." Of course, this got a good giggle from all three girls, just like they were back in junior high. "Anyway, this time he didn't back away. He started pushing back, and I could feel every inch of him and I started getting wet. After that, things just kind of took off on their own. We started making out, and damn is he a good kisser. "He never tries to jam his whole tongue down my mouth, you know? Then he started to finger me, and he was damn good at that too. I don't remember the last time a guy made me cum just from fingering. After that, I blew him, and I mean blew him good. We were talking dirty to each other by then and he really liked it. "He blew it after a little bit, but actually longer than I thought he'd last. I know he hadn't been with anyone for awhile, so I figured he'd lose it before I even got a chance to suck him off." "You swallowed?" Stacy asked, always wanting the most detail. "Of course, it's Steve. And after everything from last night, he can do pretty much whatever he wants to me. He was so sweet too, after I was done he went and got me a glass of water, but after he'd already kissed me." This got oohs and aahs of appreciation, much more than the sexual details. "So was that it?" Stacy asked. "Actually no," Amy said, the excitement returning to her voice. She liked telling her closest friends about what was going on in her life, but nothing beat telling them about a guy who was great in bed. And Steve was the best she'd ever been with. "He got me the glass of water and then went down on me. And I thought he was good with his hands, I should've known from the way he kisses he'd be good at eating me out. Last night, he single-handedly made me a believer in getting your pussy eaten. His lips and his tongue...and then his fingers again...Jesus did I cum hard that time." "That time?" Lindsay asked. "Well, after that he fucked me. And like I've never been fucked. He started out really gentle and slow, especially since I had to adjust to how thick he was. But then we got going again, and the dirty talk and all, and we went to town on each other!" Amy was laughing by this time, her excitement boiling over. "Well, I for one say it's about damn time," Lindsay said, Stacy quickly raising her voice in agreement. "And that's not even all," Amy said, clearly giddy. "What?" her two friends asked in unison. "This morning I woke him up with another blowjob and then we showered together. He made me cum twice in the shower, and if we were on vacation by ourselves we still wouldn't be out of the bedroom." "Jesus Amy, it sounds like you really found something here," Stacy said, clearly impressed. After that, the rest of the shopping trip went by quickly. Amy gave them more details as they were asked for, until Lindsay and Stacy knew almost as much as if they'd been with Steve last night. Talking about Steve only made Amy want to be with him more, just to see him again besides for looking forward to what they'd do in bed again. The guys were just getting back from fishing when the girls pulled up the drive. Steve was happy it was over, since it had been colder out on the water and no one had really caught anything. The pole Steve had been using must've been 20 years old. Everyone gathered into the living room, filling out the details of the day with anything funny that had happened. Jake had nearly fallen out of the boat when he thought the fish on his line had turned out to be a small log. Of course, the beer they had all been drinking hadn't helped. Soon enough the time to eat rolled around and Kurt started making some salmon steaks. The plan had been to pawn them off as the prizes from their fishing expedition, but the girls had gotten home too soon. The salmon was great and afterwards everyone kept drinking, since that's what the whole point of the vacation pretty much was. They played drinking games, mostly quarters and beer-pong until everyone was good and buzzing. In the middle of it all, well before the night was close to ending, Amy walked over to Steve. He was talking to Jake, so she waited patiently for him to leave. The only problem was, Steve and Jake were having a real conversation, which was a real problem for Amy, since she wanted to do much more with Steve than talk. When Jake took a look around the room, probably looking for Stacy, Amy tried to let Steve know what she wanted. She ran her hand up his thigh until she reached his groin, giving his package a playful but strong squeeze. She only smiled up at him when he jumped in surprise, her smile growing wider when she saw understanding cross his face. Without waiting for anything more, Amy turned and started heading for the stairs. She was pleasantly buzzed from the alcohol, making her hips sway more suggestively than maybe she would have normally, especially in front of everyone like this. She didn't need to turn around to know Steve's eyes were glued to her backside – she could practically feel his gaze. And of course she was right. Jake had tried talking to Steve again, but Steve hadn't even heard him say a word. From the look on Jake's face, Steve figured he was giving him shit about staring at Amy, but wasn't sure. After that, they tried continuing their conversation, but Steve just wasn't into it anymore. Steve put his beer down and started to follow Amy. She had quite a head start, and Steve's mind started racing with the possibilities of what she might be doing with that time. Would she be naked and waiting for him? Would she be in the shower again? When Steve got to the bottom of the stairs and looked up, there was Amy, patiently waiting for him. He couldn't help it, and smiled up at her. She smiled back, but still had fire in her eyes, spurring Steve to quickly climb the stairs. But when he got too close, Amy turned her back on him and started walking slowly down the hall. Steve was game for all this and followed just as slowly, letting her stay just out of his reach. His adrenaline was mixing with the alcohol, making his heart race faster and faster as they approached the door to their room. Steve made sure that when Amy turned around he was obviously staring at her ass as she walked. And when Amy did turn around and saw the look on Steve's face, her heart jumped with a shot of adrenaline. She really might have woken up a sleeping giant tonight, and the thought of what Steve was about to do to her made her whole body flush with excitement. Amy was still in what she wore shopping earlier in the day – her favorite pair of jeans and a fitted black blouse. It was just another outfit, but with the way Steve was looking at her she suddenly felt like she was modeling for Victoria's Secret. It helped that was exactly what she was wearing underneath of course. That walk down the hallway felt ten times as long as it really was for Steve. He had always loved the way Amy looked in jeans, and throw in a top that was unbuttoned to show off her chest and that was more than Steve needed. And he knew he was going to see everything she had underneath, which was an idea he was still getting used to. Amy opened the door to their room, turning as she entered the room so she was facing Steve. She couldn't help but smile again, biting her lip to try to contain it. Judging from the look on Steve's face, he had no desire to contain anything. Before the door even finished shutting behind him, Amy had her arms flung over him. When their mouths met this time, there was no slow preamble. Both of them were on fire, hungrily attacking each other. Amy felt Steve's big hands grip her backside, pulling her towards him. He was crushing her against him and she moaned into his mouth when he nearly lifted her off the ground. She threw one leg over his hip, just as she had in the shower, ready to try and mount him right there. She started grinding her hips against his, feeling his erection growing stronger and harder with every passing second. Steve couldn't take it anymore. He gripped Amy's ass even harder and lifted her up. She didn't even flinch, just wrapped her legs around his waist, moaning momentarily before she was up so high they had to stop kissing. "I've been waiting for this all day," Amy said, looking down for a change. "I can tell," Steve said, the look in his eyes matching Amy's intensity. He carried her over to the bed, looking up into her sparkling eyes. He lowered her onto the bed none-too-gently before quickly kissing her again. His hands immediately went to work on the buttons of her shirt, quickly exposing her torso. He broke the kiss just long enough to tear his sweatshirt over his head and quickly admire her body. She was wearing a lacy black bra, which Amy herself was quickly undoing. Steve grinned a little to himself, figuring that neither one of them cared how they got naked, just so long as it happened quickly. Amy was glad Steve wasn't taking his time right now. Instead he was quickly undoing her pants, which he pealed off as soon as she lifted her hips for him. As he tossed them aside she sat forward, deftly unbuttoning his jeans for him. She started to slide them down, along with his boxers, releasing his stiffening dick. While Steve tried, with just enough success, to smoothly remove his jeans, Amy quickly grabbed him by the shaft. She was a little surprised he wasn't rock hard yet since she thought what she'd felt through her jeans had been hard enough. From the look and feel of him, he was barely halfway there, something she quickly began to remedy. Without looking up at him, Amy leaned forward even farther and gobbled his dick into her mouth. He swore loudly when she did, but it didn't even phase her. Amy started to loudly lick and suck on Steve's prick, relishing the feel of him growing harder in her hand and mouth. She quickly glanced upwards at him, growing even more excited by the look on his face. He was staring straight down at her, watching every last detail of what she was doing to him. She refocused her attention back to his thick meat in her hand, admiring it once again. "I love your cock," she said up to him before quickly resuming her work. She heard Steve swear again. Amy really did love Steve's manhood too. He was just above average in length, and substantially thicker. He barely fit in her mouth, making her open wide every time she took him in. The way his dick stretched her pussy was even better. As she sucked on him, Amy decided Steve's dick was her favorite. Steve watched in fascination as Amy worked over him. She was being particularly noisy, wet sucking and slurping noises echoing loudly through the room. If he hadn't had any alcohol in him he was sure he'd have lost it already. As it was, he was well within control, something he wanted to take advantage of. "Lay back," he told her. Without questioning it, Amy laid back onto the bed. Steve followed her, kneeling beside her head and positioning himself so Amy could still suck him off. Without anymore prompting, she gripped Steve's shaft to hold him in place while her mouth enveloped him again in its welcoming warmth. Steve let his hand closest to Amy wander over her body, beginning at her chest. He massaged the soft flesh of Amy's breasts one after the other, rubbing and gently pinching her nipples. The sound of her moans mingling with her slurping on his dick was driving Steve wild already. Amy was now watching Steve intently, the touch of his hand vivid on her sensitive skin. She was enjoying him playing with her tits, but she was waiting in anticipation to feel him move down her body. Soon enough, but not as quickly as she wanted, she felt his hand break away from her chest and start sliding down her torso. Amy arched her back reflexively as Steve's large hand slid over her stomach. She spread her legs apart as he approached, her sex already soaking in anticipation of his touch. He fingers lightly brushed over her mound before running over her thighs, making her moan in frustration, finally taking his dick out of her mouth. "Please Steve," she groaned. She was quickly granted her request as she felt Steve slide first one, then a second finger into her sopping pussy. She moaned even louder this time and arched her back again before returning to Steve's cock. Steve allowed himself to once again look down at Amy while she worked, feeling the intensity of her sucking increasing with the rhythm of his fingers. It was like they were racing to see who would get who off first, a race Steve was determined to win. Steve started to finger fuck Amy faster and faster, watching in satisfaction as her mouth and hand kept up with him. She was moaning almost constantly now, her face was completely flushed, and her breathing was fast and ragged, telling Steve she was ready to cum at any moment. Amy could feel her body tensing in readiness for her climax and knew she was going to lose this race. It felt like her body was a bomb that had gone off, but hadn't actually exploded outwards yet. Friends Ch. 06 All that changed the second she felt Steve's thumb start rubbing her clit. She arched her back once more, her entire body flexing with the force of her orgasm. Ripping Steve out of her mouth she cried out her pleasure as explosions went off all over her body. Finally, slowly, she began to regain her senses, amazed again at the intensity of her climax. "Steve, you're amazing," she said, still out of breath. "I know," he answered, grinning down at her. Amy still had her hand wrapped around the base of Steve's shaft, bringing her mind back to the whole point of their trip up here. She looked away from Steve's face and watched her hand slide back and forth along his stiff shaft. Her body still felt electric, and she immediately started thinking about having Steve inside her again. "I want you inside me Steve," she said, still staring at his thick meat in her hand. A drop of precum had formed on his tip, and Amy swirled her tongue around his head, licking it off and eliciting a small sigh from up above. "I was thinking the same thing," Steve said thickly. He quickly slid back to the side of the bed, leaning half onto the bed above her while she scooted to the edge. Steve started to lean forward, his rigid prick still aching to feel Amy's insides again. He held the base of his shaft in one hand, leaning on the other, and guided himself against Amy's outer lips. He looked up from that to watch Amy's face once he started to slowly rub the head of his dick up and down her soaking slit. She moaned every time he grazed her clit, sucking in a breath when he'd move back towards her hole. But he still didn't enter her, instead seeing how long she would last. He was surprised how long she held out, so much so even he was beginning to cave. "Steve, stop teasing me," Amy groaned out. Steve was thankful she finally gave in, and slowly positioned himself in front of her hole. He pushed himself forward, watching as his head parted her lips before meeting her resisting tightness. As he pushed past, he looked up to watch her face contort with her gasp of pleasure as he penetrated her fully. Steve started to move himself back and forth, gradually building into a steady rhythm. Amy's ass was barely on the bed, and her legs were dangling carelessly over the edge, her ankles resting on Steve's hamstrings. As he started thrusting faster, he noticed her legs climbing up his legs until they were nearly wrapped around his waist. "Oh God, Steve, that's it...just like that...don't stop..." Amy said, her voice still relaxed. Amy closed her eyes and concentrated on the way Steve felt inside her wet pussy. When she had thought to herself that his cock was the perfect shape for fucking, she couldn't have been more right. She could feel in exquisite detail the shape of his dick inside her. He was thick enough she could feel her pussy stretch to take him, but not painfully so. And just near the head, he narrowed just a bit, so she could feel him spread her open just before completely filling her. Amy could not have felt more at peace. She lay on her back, completely relaxed, while the man of her dreams leisurely fucked her. She knew from the way he had looked at her on their way down the hall that he would eventually lose the leisurely pace in favor of a much more urgent one, but until then she could wait. Like this, she could wait all night. For his part, Steve was actually thinking along similar lines. Because of all the sex they'd already had, added with the booze, he knew his stamina was just about as high as it'd ever been. The thought of staying inside Amy for as long as possible battled with his primal urge to cum. Minutes passed by, the sound of Amy's near constant sighing and moaning making Steve's decision easier by the second. He stopped for a second, pulling Amy's legs away from his body and then putting his arms in front of her legs, her knees hooking around his powerful arms. "Does this mean you're really gonna fuck me now?" Amy asked, stressing the "fuck." She'd already figured out Steve really got off on the dirty talk, and in the right circumstances she'd be as dirty as anyone. She guessed with Steve the circumstances would almost always be right for just about anything. "You're damn right," Steve said, and immediately began pounding his hips against Amy's body. With every impact, her body shuddered, driving Steve on. He hammered himself into her, watching her tits bouncing wildly until Amy cradled them in her hands. "You like watching my tits bounce?" Amy pushed them together, watching Steve's face contort in exertion. There was a slight sheen of sweat on his face and chest now, mixing in the air with the smell of their sex. She wondered how close he was, hoping he would last just a little longer. Amy could already feel another orgasm quickly building. "Suck on my tits Steve," Amy commanded softly. She knew it might slow Steve's thrusting, but she hoped it would be worth it. As soon as his hot mouth began to suck wetly on her tits Amy knew it was. "Oh fuck me Steve...suck on my tits...oh God, yes, just like that..." Amy began to moan, her orgasm gaining momentum until it broke over her like a tidal wave. "Jesus Steve I'm cumming!!" she screamed, completely unconcerned if anyone heard. Her pussy clamped down on Steve's thick cock in a primal attempt to milk his seed from him. All Amy could focus on however, were the bolts of pleasure shooting through her body with every additional thrust of Steve's dick. Breathlessly, Amy regained her senses. She was sweating too now, the heat of Steve's body so close to hers still on top of her. She let out a very long and sincere moan of contentment, her hands stroking Steve's body and running through his hair. He seemed to know exactly how to pace his thrusting with her body, maximizing her orgasms and then gently letting her down. Currently, he was lightly kissing the tops of her breasts, occasionally kissing or licking one of her nipples. He was still moving in and out of her, but very slowly now. It was then that Amy realized he still hadn't cum! "You still didn't cum?" Amy asked, surprise clear in her voice. "Nope," Steve said softly into her ear, kissing her neck as he did. "What's gotten into you tonight?" Just the way he had answered her sent a shiver down her spine – his voice had been thick with mischief, and Amy knew he wasn't done with her yet. She really had woken up a sleeping giant tonight! "I'm more interested in what's gotten into you tonight," his voice still playful. "You mean you're wonderful cock?" she asked just as playfully, lifting his head away from her chest to look him in the eye. "I'm glad you like it so much." "I can't get enough of it," she said, amazed at how sexual Steve made her feel. "Well, we'll just have to see about that," Steve said, a joking doubt implied in his voice. But before she could respond, Steve stood up and slid himself out Amy. He quickly grabbed her by her hips and flipped her over in one sudden but fluid move. Amy yelped in surprise, but immediately understood what Steve was up to. She got up on all fours and moved back to the edge of the bed. She looked over her shoulder, her eyes smoldering with her answer to Steve questioning her ability to take all that he could give. Steve stood behind Amy for a second, staring back at her. He jacked himself off behind her, watching her eyes drop down to momentarily watch him play with himself. That gave him an idea, but one for another time. For now, he stepped forward and guided himself towards Amy's waiting pussy. He slid in easily, not stopping until his pelvis pushed against Amy's firm ass. He let both of his hands rest on the edge of her hips before pushing himself farther inside. Amy gave him a wicked smile, biting her lower lip, and pushed back into him. Steve just wanted to savor the moment for an extra second, but Amy was apparently too impatient for even that delay. She started to slowly undulate her hips against Steve, feeling his prick moving inside her. Granted, there wasn't much room left to maneuver, but it still felt wonderful to her. She was hoping Steve would be able to get her off again and was pretty sure he could since she really liked doggystyle. Amy couldn't help but to smile back at Steve again when she felt his hands squeeze her backside, holding her firmly in place just as he started to methodically move in and out of her. She was sure it had been her hips moving all over him that had finally spurred him on. When she had been doing that, Steve immediately thought back on all the times he had seen her dancing somewhere, at a party, at a bar, and thought about being behind her when her hips were moving like that. Being inside her when she started doing that only made it that much more erotic. He started slowly, but quickly gained speed as Amy matched his rhythm. She wasn't watching him anymore, so Steve turned his attention to the rest of her body. His eyes ate up her smooth back stretched out before him, his eyes resting on that butterfly tattoo just above her ass that had driven him nuts for years. He started pumping harder, watching the taught flesh of Amy's ass shake with each impact of his hips. The sound of their flesh slapping together echoed loudly through the room, topped only by Amy's lewd moaning. Steve had been pleasantly surprised to find her as vocal as she was, and he used it to drive himself faster and harder. Amy knew that Steve liked it when she was loud, but even so she had never found herself needing to act on his behalf. The way he did everything, from the way he looked at to the way he was pounding his cock into her made her body feel electric. Amy closed her eyes and let her body stretch out and forward until her chest was resting on the bed, one hand reaching between her legs to rub her clit and the other gripping the sheets tightly. Steve had always joked he'd fuck her face-down-ass-up, which was exactly what Amy was giving him. From the way her body started to recoil from his thrusting, Steve was appreciating it. Steve was fucking Amy as hard as he could, his hips drawing back then driving forward. Amy was completely sprawled out on the bed in front of him, her moans turning to little grunts with every impact. "Uh...oh Steve...uh, fuck my tight little pussy..." Steve gripped Amy by her hips, pulling them backwards every time he smashed his hips against her ass. Steve was now also grunting with the effort, sweat slowly sliding down his body. He could see even Amy was sweating, and he just now noticed her arm flexing to help push herself backwards. Even with the booze, he knew he was close to finishing, the debate about staying inside her or cumming long over. It was also just now that it dawned on him that they were once again not using a condom. For just a split second, he worried about it, and then thought on more practical lines. Steve stopped his hips for a moment, bending forward and wrapping his arms around Amy's waist and chest. He lifted her backwards so she was kneeling upright now, kissing her neck and running his hands over her body. He continued to subtly grind his hips into Amy as she quickly matched his rhythm. Amy was wondering why Steve had stopped, almost annoyed that he had. She had felt yet another orgasm building up until he had stopped. Amy had always been able to climax easily, but even she was taken aback by how intense all of them had been with Steve so far. Even now, with just the little movement of his dick in her pussy, she thought she could climax. She started to rub her pussy again, alternating between her clit and rubbing Steve's hard shaft as he moved along her lips. Her other arm reached behind her and held Steve's head, her fingers running through his hair just the way he liked. She held him close, listening to his heavy breathing match her own as his lips and tongue moved over her neck and shoulders. "Where do you want me to cum?" Steve whispered hotly into her ear. "Mmmm, Steve..." was all Amy managed at the moment. Her body started to feel like it was glowing, the heat rising from deep within her as her mind wrapped itself around Steve's words. "Wherever you want," she whispered back. "Your tits?" Steve tried, not sure how she'd react. From everything that had happened so far, he was pretty sure she wouldn't slap him at least. He moved his hands away from her hips and cupped her soft tits, gently squeezing them together. "Mmmm, good idea," Amy answered. Truth was, she'd let other guys cum on her before, but never her face, and her tits had been the most popular. For a second, she had been sure Steve was going to ask for her face and surprisingly she had liked the idea. She would defiantly have to remember that. His heart already racing, Steve moved briefly away from Amy as she turned to face him. He'd only had one girlfriend who had ever let him do this before, and the relationship had ended before he had had a chance to fully explore the possibilities. Amy lay back on the bed just as she had before, her legs open and waiting for him. Steve quickly positioned himself in front of her, once again hooking her legs with his arms. He watched as Amy's hand guided him forward and inside her, his dick once again in her welcoming heat. He continued to watch as he started to piston his hips against her immediately, his thick shaft spreading her light pink lips wide. His eyes quickly moved to watch Amy's delicate fingers rub her clit. In just seconds, Steve was once again fucking his best friend as hard as he could. She quickly started moaning her encouragements – "Mmm, that's right Steve, just like that...fuck you feel good inside me..." – driving Steve closer to the edge. His balls were slapping wetly against Amy, her juices dripping freely. "Amy..." Steve choked out, feeling his body begin to tense. "Are you close?" Amy asked, selfishly wishing he wasn't. The look on his face was all the answer she needed though. "Cum on me Steve...cum on my tits baby..." Amy started, trying to urge Steve on. Steve started grunting loudly with his efforts, his energy building deep inside and starting to focus in his balls. He was using his body weight to further add momentum to his thrusts, slamming Amy's body down into the mattress. He focused on her bouncing tits, waiting for that last moment before there was no turning back. "That's right Steve, think about shooting your load all over my tits," Amy said, her voice taking on an edge of command. She pushed her wildly bouncing flesh together, giving Steve an obvious target. "Think about covering me with your thick, hot jizz," she said. Amy had never really understood men's fascination with cumming on a woman, but right now she even found herself turned on by the situation. She had always thought it would be her expanding Steve's sexual horizons, not the other way around. "Fuck, Amy I'm cumming," Steve said, quickly pulling out of Amy's dripping pussy and leaning as far forward as he could. Steve jacked himself off over Amy's chest, his hand sliding easily over his slippery shaft, his cock still thick with Amy's juices. For a moment, Steve locked eyes with Amy, surprised by how turned on she looked. And then his climax hit him, from that gradual build up of energy to that sudden rush of electricity bolting from his balls through his shaft. Steve knew his orgasm wouldn't have the same force it had had just yesterday, but it still felt excruciatingly fantastic. His first few shots arched over Amy's soft mounds of flesh and landed on the top of her breasts before his climax started to abate. Steve continued to milk himself over Amy, letting his last few drops of his cum drip down onto her tits. "Fuck Amy, you're unbelievable," Steve said, out of breath. He was still looking at her cum-soaked tits, so Amy thought she'd show him just how unbelievable she was. She reached forward and grabbed Steve by his base, his shaft still firm in her hand though his hard on was already receding. She started rubbing the head of his prick over her chest, spreading his thick white cream over her tits. This was definitely a first for Amy, but the look on Steve's face told her it was well worth it. And that it wouldn't be her last. To top it all off, she remembered something he had said the other night. Holding his shaft in one hand, Amy rubbed her other hand over her chest, gathering Steve's seed on her hand. Watching his face, like she loved to do, she used his own cum to jerk him off until he was almost completely soft. When one last drop appeared at his hole, Amy lifted her head and gently licked it up before giving his delicious cock one last good suck. "Think you have the energy for a shower?" Amy asked, a wicked look already spreading on her face.